#adding it to my 'do i need to write this. fuck i think i need to write this' list

[thirteenheavens]

can you please write about scoups being such a boob guy? i read your shua version it was really hot 😭

I need to feel them|| Choi Seungcheol

Notes: starting to write requests from the top now :)

Seungcheol walks into the room, his eyes immediately locking onto your chest. He's been thinking about your breasts all day, and now that he sees you, he can't control himself.

"Come here," he says, his voice low and husky. "I need to feel them." You walk over to him, and he pulls you into a passionate kiss, his hands immediately cupping your breasts through your shirt. He moans into the kiss, his fingers squeezing and kneading your flesh.

"I've been thinking about these all day," he murmurs, breaking the kiss to nuzzle your neck. "They're so perfect, so soft." He pushes your shirt up and over your head, leaving you in just your bra. His eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of you, his hands tracing the edges of the lace.

"You're so beautiful," he says, his fingers deftly unhooking your bra and tossing it aside. "I could play with these for hours." He bends down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently as his hand continues to play with the other one. You arch your back, moaning at the sensation, and Seungcheol groans against your skin.

"I could spend the rest of my life just doing this," he says, looking up at you with a possessive gleam in his eyes. "You're mine to touch, mine to worship." Seungcheol pulls away from your nipple with a wet pop and moves to the other one, giving it the same treatment. He sucks and licks and bites until it's hard and swollen, then moves back to the first one.

"I love how sensitive you are," he says, his hot breath against your skin sending shivers down your spine. "The way you moan when I touch you like this." He kneads your breasts together, creating a valley between them that he looks at with lust-filled eyes. "I want to see you covered in my cum," he says, his voice hoarse with desire. He suddenly pushes you onto the bed and climbs on top of you, his body covering yours. He takes both of your breasts in his hands and starts rubbing them against his cock, using them like they're his own personal toy.

"Look at you," he groans, his eyes fixed on the sight of his cock sliding between your breasts. "You're such a good girl, letting me use you like this." You look up at Seungcheol, your eyes glazed over with pleasure as he continues to use your breasts. "Please," you moan, your voice barely above a whisper. "I need more."

Seungcheol smirks down at you, enjoying the way you're begging for him. "You're so needy," he says, his hips thrusting faster against your chest. "But I'm the one in control here." He slows down his movements, teasing you with long, deliberate strokes. "Beg for it," he commands, his eyes locked on yours. "Beg for me to give you what you want."

"Please, Seungcheol," you moan, your voice trembling with need. "I need to feel you cum on me. Use my breasts, make me yours." Seungcheol's eyes flash with excitement at your words, and he speeds up his movements again, his cock throbbing against your skin. "That's it, baby," he groans. "Keep begging for me." He reaches down and tweaks your nipples, adding to the pleasure as he chases his own release. "I'm going to cover these beautiful tits with my cum," he says through gritted teeth. "And you're going to love it."

He thrusts harder, his cock twitching as he gets closer to the edge. He finally releases, his hot seed spilling all over your breasts and neck. Seungcheol throws his head back, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he cums all over your chest. He rides out his orgasm, his body shuddering with pleasure as he paints your skin with his seed.

"Fuck," he gasps, opening his eyes to look at the mess he's made. "You look so good like this. Covered in my cum." He leans down and kisses you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours as he tastes himself on your lips. "You're mine," he whispers, his hands roaming over your cum-covered breasts. "And I'm never going to let you forget it."

[scorpioriesling]

hii🫶 could you please write a spicy enemies with benefits for xaden?

Love Hating You

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Pairing(s): Xaden x reader

Warning(s): 18+, mdni, nsfw

Summary: The routine between you and your sworn-enemy was familiar; however, these new feelings between the two of you, weren't.

SR’s Note: This was spicy and yummy yum yum... oof I needed to write another Xaden smut story, lol. I think it’s obvious, but in case not — this takes place before Xaden and Cat are even a thing, so wayyy way back, lol. Enjoy!

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk @nctsawrus @lreadsstuff @freakishfandomfiend @littleemissperfecttt @loveofmychips @bodhidurrans (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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"You're... so fucking annoying,"

Xaden's breathless gasps came as his gaze centered on your lips, fully wrapped around his cock. You drew your head back, releasing his length with a lewd pop.

"I think you mean..." you trailed off, your right hand slowly pumping him. "Delicious? Magical? Sweet?" You flicked your eyes up at him, a devilish smile curling your lips. He huffed, rolling his eyes.

"I think the last thing I'd ever call you is 'sweet', that's for sure."

You gripped his cock harder, and he sucked in a sharp breath through clenched teeth. You smiled to yourself, wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock. You continued staring up at him through your thick lashes, delighting in the way his breaths ran ragged.

"Fuck," he sighed, his large hand finding the back of your head. His fingers slid effortlessly through your curls, pushing your lips closer to his hips. You coughed as the length of him slid deeper down your throat, and though he was eager, he took it slow with you.

The small noises coming from your throat as he fucked into it had him tossing his head back, reveling in the way your throat constricted around him. His dick pulsed with need, precum wetting your tastebuds in that familiar taste you frequently desired.

After a few sharp thrusts, he yanked his cock from you with a gasp. His fingers tugged your hair, pulling your lips from him before he completely lost control.

"Get up here... now."

You staggered to your feet, working to regain balance on your high heels. Xaden's fingers curled around your waist, working to hoist you up to your full height. You let out what sounded like a giggle as he shoved you against the bed, and the immediate flare of concern within sparked at the unusual sound.

Xaden stepped between your knees, his palms toying with the hem of your dress.

"Did you think that wearing this," his eyes darkened as they roved over your body. "Was the best choice tonight?"

You chuckled, reaching your fingers up to toy with a strand of his onyx hair.

"What, your ego too big to admit my dress distracted you from your little..." you paused in thought. "Girlfriend, is it? What is Cat to you anyway?"

Xaden's brows narrowed as his gaze refocused on your face.

"She's not my girlfriend," he growled, his hands sliding along the skin of your waist underneath the shimmery fabric. Your breath hitched at the touch, and his eyes flickered for only a moment. You swallowed, and he tracked the lines of your throat with his eyes.

"Yet." You said as his hands found the roundness of your breasts. He squeezed playfully, and your eyes flared. Xaden leaned in, his teeth grazing the delicate skin of your neck. You moaned softly, and he nipped lightly at the skin there.

"Better be glad," he mumbled, his fingers finding your nipple. He pinched softly, and this time you gasped. "I don't think she'd appreciate her 'boyfriend' doing this with her best friend... especially on her bed."

Your bottom lip drew between your teeth as you groaned, your hands leaving the crimson sheets in favor of tangling in his hair. He shuddered at the soft tug, his gaze finding yours again.

"Maybe she would," you said suggestively. "Maybe she would like the idea of-"

"Gods, do you ever stop running that mouth?" Xaden snapped, his frown lines reappearing. You returned the gesture, your fingers leaving his hair in favor of raking down his back.

"You're the one who dragged me in here," you accused. His left hand left your breast in favor of wrapping around his leaking cock, drawing the head closer to your opening. He pressed it against your panty-clad pussy, his gaze boring into yours. He was silent as his opposing hand left your breast to yank at your panties, tugging them over your knees and letting them fall wherever they pleased. His bare, needy length pushed past your entrance, and your eyes widened up at him in anticipation.

"Must be some dress huh, for you to pull me in here and fuck me on your not-girlfriend's bed?"

His eyes darkened as he pushed in, just as slowly as the last time he fucked you.

"I think we both know it wasn't because of the dress."

You didn’t have the capacity to register what he was implying. His cock filled you in the most exquisite way, every vein and bump rubbing along your gummy walls as you took him inch by inch. He sighed in pleasure when he was finally seated to the hilt, his eyes closing softly as he enjoyed the feel of you wrapped around him. Your lips parted as you clenched around his length, raking in the feel of him inside you once more.

When he began to move, it was fast; his restraint had broken the minute he'd seen you enter the party tonight, but now it was a fully lost cause. His fingers gripped the flesh of your hips as he slid his dick into you, over and over and over. His gaze fell on the silvery fabric bunched around your hips, the way it glittered and shone in the dim light and stretched across your midsection in the most enticing way.

But it was when his eyes met yours again that he found it hard to look away. The way your cheeks flushed as he pounded into you, those lush, full lips open as silent moans escaped-

"So beautiful," he whispered. Your eyes opened, wide and round as you looked up at him. The few coherent brain cells were working overtime in your head, and you couldn’t quite accept the compliment he’d just given you.

"What did you say?" You asked, not even quite believing what you just heard. Xaden shook his head sharply, trying to shake off his ‘misspeak’.

"N-nothing," he said gruffly, one hand slipping from your hip to instead push your knee closer to your chest. "You just… take me so well."

You scoffed, trying to keep your tone even despite the ragged breaths coming from your lips.

"That's not what you said," you accused, and Xaden looked away. His cheeks flushed a light rosy shade. "You said-"

"Flip over."

You stared blankly up at him, trying to find any trace of emotion in his stone-cold expression.

"W-what?"

He pulled out of you, his fingers pushing your knees to the side onto the mattress.

"Ass up. Now."

You scowled, and he helped move you to the new position. You barely braced your weight on your forearms before his palm was pressing down on your upper back, the other pulling your ass higher in the air for him. You gasped when he spanked your ass, the slap ringing out loudly in the otherwise quiet bedroom. His breath was hot as it grazed the shell of your ear, and his voice came out low and commanding.

"I know you like it rough -- don't lie to yourself."

Your pussy clenched at his dirty words, and he chuckled lowly at the small action. Despite your hatred for the man, you’d admit he knew your needs better than anyone else; that was what kept you coming back to him time after time, anyway.

His cock prodded your hole, and you moaned loudly when he slipped it all the way in.

"Gods... Xaden... you're..." you squeaked, and you felt his fingers closing around the back of your neck.

"Delicious?" He asked, ramming his cock into you. "Magical?" He asked again, driving in even harder.

"...Sweet?"

Your eyes rolled back as his fingers flexed around your throat, limiting your air inflow in the most divine way. You groaned in a high-pitch as he shoved your face further into the mattress, his cock driving deeper inside of you.

Your sassy response was drowned out against the silken sheets, and Xaden breathed out a heavy sigh. His gaze was fixated on the way your ass reverberated against his hips, the way it bounced as your skin connected with his was...

What was it, though? Mesmerizing? Intoxicating? He couldn't help but let his thoughts wander as he continued driving into you, simply entranced by the way your walls felt clenching around him. He’d never admit to his feelings, thoughts, or anything else for that matter — all he’d do is deny, deny, deny until the day he died.

It only took a few more thrusts before your breathing labored and your walls began to quiver.

"Xaden - Oh Gods, Xaden -" You cried out against the sheets, and he bend over you to speak directly against your ear once more.

"Cum for me baby," he growled, feeling his own impending release tingle at the base of his spine. "Let that pretty pussy cum all over my fucking cock."

His words were your undoing as you released with a shudder, every ounce of pent-up orgasmic bliss pouring from you and coating Xaden's length. He groaned as he released inside of you, shooting cum deep in your pussy. His hands gripped and squeezed your ass as he regained control of his breath, and his gaze fixated on the back of your head.

"C'mere," he mumbled, and you turned to look over your shoulder slowly. He helped navigate you onto your back, his palms gently bracing your lower back as he laid you down gently. He stretched his arms before you, and you couldn't help but study the intricate swirling tattoos of his tattoos stretching across his toned body.

He smirked, dropping his hands and leaning in, dropping to both palms on either side of your head. You laughed as his nose brushed yours, only scolding yourself minutes later.

The silence stretched between the two of you, the tension palpable as his eyes searched yours. You could practically count each gold fleck in those gorgeous orbs, and the way his lips drew closer...

But, you’d never actually kissed before. Sure, he’d been quite literally inside of you many a time; but kissing?

You leaned in without thinking, allowing your lips to press against his. He breathed in deeply through his nose, lowering his head to yours as he kissed you right back. His right hand moved beneath your head, his fingers threading through your hair as he cradled you and drew you even closer to him. His lips moved against yours, the surprise dwelling in both of you as you quite enjoyed how the other tasted.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop; he loved the way your mouth felt on his. He'd never tasted anything like this, felt anything like your lips before.

But, just as soon as he let himself go there, he stopped himself. And, so did you.

"We need to head back-"

"We should get going-"

You both stopped, your words entangling with eachother. Xaden smiled, actually smiled before he drew back, rising to stand once more. You hated how you immediately missed his touch.

"I'll take these," he said, bending to pluck your panties from the ground and shove them in his pocket. You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you watched him fidget back into his button down.

"For what? A souvenir?" You teased, sitting up straight and ruffling your hair. He shoved his feet back into his shoes, staggering for the door in that refined elegance he so proudly showed off.

"No," he said softly, looking to you once more before turning the handle. You raised an eyebrow, dropping it as you took in his fixated expression.

"More like a reminder that you're..." he looked down, not quite finding the word. Your face softened, and you felt the slight tugging of your heartstrings.

"...real?"

His soft grin widened, and he turned the handle to let himself out.

"Something like that."

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[hatosaur]

this show sucks and i'm angry

i'm back on this blog for the very specific reason that i'm filled with spite and rage. i Must talk about how bad tlou hbo season 2 is. spoilers (and lots of hatred) ahead.

(i know i stated before that i wouldn't be watching; that was a fuckin lie)

the show is so...pretentiously written in the second season because they keep adding insignificant fluff that overall weakens the story beats. the game story is neat and clean in that it doesn't waste any time, because, go figure, it doesn't make for a good game story. the player wants to get in there. tv shows don't have the same needs but god, that doesn't mean that you can stretch everything and fill in the gaps with frivolous, drawn out dialogue that explains EVERYTHING that the characters are thinking.

the game really shines in the brevity of its dialogue -- its quiet, contemplative scenes that allow you to sit in the emotions of the moment. the show does the exact opposite and tells us TOO MUCH. first episode, we re-acquaint ourselves with these characters; what have ellie and joel up to? surely we get bits of the sudden iciness between them. nope, dina has to straight up ask joel, "why is she mad at you?" how's joel feeling about it? surely, it's up to viewer interpretation. maybe we can read joel's expressions and interactions with other characters -- nope, he goes to ✨therapy✨ now, and we have to be told what ellie and joel's relationship is through a brand new, useless character who adds zero impact to the story's themes/messages. great. cool. i love being told what's happening instead of just seeing it for myself.

each episode is worse than the last (and there are only three out at the time of me writing this!) with completely bizarre writing choices and massive tonal issues. abby is perhaps the most egregious example. i won't talk about my gripes with the casting because it's a dead horse. instead, let's talk about how she killed joel. abby prefaces the act by going on this longgggg speech about who exactly she is, what she's there for, who joel killed to make her do this, xyz, everything under the sun. then as she grabs the golf club and continues her speech, joel tells her to "shut the fuck up already and do it." joel saying the game's version of this ("save whatever speech you got and get it over with.") is badass, because it implies that it could've been anyone related to someone he's killed in the past, but it just happened to be abby that day. the ambiguity of whether he knew who exactly he killed or not adds to the tragedy of the story, because this was the one guy he had to kill to save ellie. in the show, it's almost comical, because we're fed this long speech that is entirely unnecessary and kills the flow of the scene; she JUST shot him in the fucking leg, you can't just go into a monologue after that. him knowing it was jerry he killed means fuck-all to the story. it works to the story's detriment, in fact, because it's a story about blind revenge, and it's a recurring thing in the game that these characters don't know what the fuck the other's motives are; they just know each other's actions.

the final blow on joel lacked the brutality and rage of the game. like, impaling him? is it meant to like, show that this scrawnier abby has a different set of abilities now that she doesn't have muscles to prove her prowess as a killer. in fact, what is it now that makes abby a daunting character? is it her drive to kill? is it her obsession? is it her being slightly more fucked up than her friends? because none of this was telegraphed to the audience. she just read as a hurt person. which SHE IS. but again. we're not meant to know this much about abby this early on. the show flouts the game's use of perception and throws everything it possibly can at the audience all at once, sacrificing the mystery of the narrative.

episode three is the worst of the episodes that are out (again, how are things this bad at just episode three?). we fast-forward to jackson three whole months after joel's death. it's implied that ellie was...committed to jackson's equivalent to a psych ward and that's the reason. i don't mind setting the stage for ellie's trauma as it's a huge part of the story. but three months? that takes so much of the wind out of the sails of the story. (the story is so bogged down by modern expectations of mental health. no, we don't need to see joel in therapy. no, we don't need to see ellie in the psych ward. these moments literally, literally don't matter.) dina has withheld info about joel's death (let's not get into the weird choice to swap tommy and dina for patrol; yet another nonsensical choice), and the two go through fucking LEGAL AVENUES TO GET AFTER ABBY? what the fuck?? you have ellie, a character who throughout the entire course of her life as a young person has seen absolutely no reason to respect authority figures, systems, or processes, and yet she has to wait for the people of jackson to vote on whether she should go after abby or not. ellie gets her own speech on what her motivations are. again, we know what her motivations are, it's pretty easy to tell, considering it happened in the previous episode. AGAIN, this entire scene doesn't impact the story in any way whatsoever...except in one way, as perceived by craig mazin.

seth (homophobic asshole) vocally supports the proposal, and this leads to him later giving ellie one of his guns as she's leaving jackson (which she does regardless of the vote, fuck fuck fuck why are they doing this). they share, i guess, a "meaningful moment" and they left. because do you guys get it yet? the show's about clashing forces needing to get along. because if we all just understood one another's intentions a little bit, maybe we'd be alright in the long run, right?

maria is the one who intercepts the girls as they leave, in the game. go figure, they make her black in the show and shelve her completely in the second season. i would think if they wanted to press a little more on the domesticity of jackson life, they would've kept this connection but...no. give the screentime to the white homophobe. because his actions totally needed to be justified, right? (for those who don't watch the behind-the-scenes featurettes, neil druckmann paints seth as a character who, in his own eyes, seeks to protect his community "in his own way." fuck off.) progressing the story in this way through a homophobe is so fucking morally corrupt. i get that they might be wanting to make a point about a perceived "unforgivable" person having the chance to redeem himself, but come the fuck on. we're in the middle of one of the worst moments in modern history for queer people and you choose to do THIS.

on the note of how they're depicting queer issues, LET'S TALK ABOUT WHAT THEY DO TO DINA (beloved, proudly bisexual partner of ellie). ellie and dina's relationship in the show is very different from the game. i'll maybe save the whole can of worms for a different post, but in episode three in particular, dina (in the game, an assured character; a rock for ellie's instability) doesn't confirm her feelings toward ellie. in fact, she dances around it; she poses the question about rating the kiss, the two banter, and dina confirms to ellie instead that she went back to jesse. what. the fuck? she plays off the kiss as something girls do when they're high, or drunk, or whatever. giggles and says, "you're gay, i'm not. i wanna know how good i was." which is the most insane fucking line in the show so far.

now, the present theory is that dina will realize she's bisexual later. but why? what room is there in this story for that? why did craig mazin make the significant change to explore dina's sexuality, and why does he think he's the guy to do it? because he's already fucked up. he's made dina ditzy, he's affirmed ellie's insecurities about the kiss, he's made her go back to jesse (ensuring she gets pregnant because of that fuckass timeskip). i won't deny that these things might happen to bi people irl, or that exploring a character's realization of their sexuality is something that could be depicted more. but why make this change from source material to adaptation? why add this to the ever-growing list of plotlines added on top of the base one?

at present, ellie and dina's relationship is left up in the air, removing the stability that both would've been able to rely on as the story progresses, and effectively making them "gal pals." tale as old as time, i guess.

the show will inevitably be praised for its queer rep anyway, because it's bolstered by the bill and frank episode (a positive example of original content from the show) and the kiss scene from episode one (more racy than the original's slow and sweet kiss because i think girls should makeout on screen more anyway), but genuinely? it's not hitting this season and i don't have hope it (nor the previous issues) will get better.

[puriiinz]

POSTED | smau abby a.

VI; ROLY-POLY

a/n: i only had the time to write this out bc they closed the schools after an earthquake 😭😭😭

contains: yn being kinda insecure? meds mentioned once, mental health mentioned with a slight joke, cursing and dumb bitches leading eachother

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yn woke up in the least flattering way possible; face smushed up, drooling on her pillow and an ache in her neck that made her wonder if sleeping was even worth it. blinking a few times to get used to the light coming in through the blinds, yn reached for her phone on instinct.

the notification staring right back at her, as if it was daring her to even think about reacting, made her want to turn back time and never wake up. freezing after realizing what it was saying and who it was from yn sat up and read it again.

and again.

and a few times more.

and then she threw her phone down on the bed because she couldn't scream (her neighbors would kill her).

it literally didn't even mean anything. abby always tweeted absurd and cryptic stuff. she was the type to make a post about someone instead of subtweeting, then acting like she wasn't shading anyone. it was just abby.

but abby being 'just abby' wasn't apparently enough for yn, because she went back and read abby's tweet for the nth time. no one's name was there, but yn's name wasn't there either. nothing and nobody was tagged except for her stupid hashtag that she loved to use when she wanted to stir something up. it was vague, open ended.

but it was the timing that made yn suspicious.

no. nope. yn wasn't doing this. she was NOT letting fucking abby anderson live in her brain, especially before even having breakfast. she was stronger than that.

maybe not really though...

the second yn opened her front door to take the trash out, she nearly walked straight into ellie's big ass head.

again.

"what the fuck." yn said, stepping back.

dina just smiled sweetly, holding up a bag of muffins from yn's favorite bakery. this only meant one thing: they were plotting something and needed yn to think critically (and not get angry).

"we come bearing gifts!"

"and questions," ellie added. "mainly questions."

yn sighed but let them in, deciding to be a good friend (she wanted muffins) and she didn't want to be alone, just to think about abby fucking anderson all day. especially not about her smile. and that day when she got too close to yn on the couch. no.

"so," ellie started, plopping down onto yn's couch and looking at her phone for a second before locking it. "you saw abby's tweet, i assume?"

yn tilted her head "why would you assume that?"

ellie rolled her eyes. "because! did you see it or no?"

"what tweet are you talking about? did she manage to get cancelled because of her eating habits or something?" trying to play it cool, yn tried her best to look and sound confused.

"the one saying 'some blah blah so cute blah blah when confused'. ring a bell?" ellie asked while melting into the couch.

"yeah because half of your sentence being 'blah blah' really helped me." yn sighed, "but yes. i saw it," yn said reluctantly. "it's vague."

"sadly, you're right." dina said. "that's why we're here," sitting next to ellie and sliding a muffin towards yn she added, "we're going to figure out who it's about."

yn nearly choked on air. "can i ask why i, fuck, even you would ever do that?"

"oh my sweet baby shnookums... because we're nosy, remember?" ellie said proudly. "and abby never tweets shit like that, like she was mental hospital level insane, so i can confirm she doesn't like life that much, let alone appreciate it. she tweets about needing to shit or something."

"so? people can change, you know?" yn tilted her head.

ellie put her hand on yn's shoulder, shaking her head sadly, "she's on meds baby..."

yn just stared at ellie with her mouth open.

"so," clapping her hands, "who do we think it is?" dina asked, already opening her notes app like she was doing something completely logical and serious.

yn stayed quiet, hoping they'd jump to her first, for god knows why. she didn't even like abby.

they did not.

"what about mel?" ellie offered. "she's kinda dumb, no?"

dina hummed. "maybe... but i don't think abby even talks to mel that much. also, doesn't mel have like, a whole ass kid now? don't think abby's into that."

ellie sighed, "you're right."

"what about maya from the gym?" dina wondered.

yn blinked. "maya?"

"she's super hot." ellie exclaimed. "and she definitely has a dumb little sister energy."

"the sister part wasn't necessary..." yn mumbled.

"pretty sure she almost walked into a pull door twice last week," dina added. "that must be abby's type, right?"

yn was beginning to regret letting them in.

"i don't think it's maya," yn muttered..

dina looked at yn with a glint in her eyes. "you got another suspect?" making yn shrug, trying to seem chill. "just saying... it might not even be someone we know."

"or maybe," ellie leaned forward, trying to look intimidating. "it is someone we know and abby's just being sneaky about it." taking a bite out of her muffin, ellie leaned back. "like maybe it's me."

"you?" yn echoed.

"i don't know, i'm cute?"

"you also think there are six continents..."

"exactly! clueless and cute!" ellie grinned, pointing at herself.

"i don't- whatever. i'm still on the maya train, " dina said, staring at her phone like it was supposed to answer her questions. "abby said she was helping her with her like, squat form or something last week. that feels suspicious. also tense."

yn was starting to wonder if, maybe, she was the delusional one. had she completely misread everything? the tweets? the grocery store mishap? the way abby leaned into her? was she desperate for love? pfft. no way.

maybe it was maya. or mel. or ellie with her dumb continent takes.

maybe abby was like that with everyone. maybe yn had just misunderstood because of abby. not because she was desperate, or egoistic.

"okay!" ellie said, standing like she was about to give a powerpoint. "we need to find out who she's talking about. and we can't just ask her because she would just lie. so, we need to catch her off guard. set a trap, perhaps."

"a trap?" yn asked.

"yes," dina said with full confidence. "you'll-"

yn looked like dina had admitted to committing war crimes. "wait. me?"

dina narrowed her eyes at yn, daring her to object. "yes, you. as i was saying... you'll talk to her. casually. and slip in a question like 'oh, haha! so funny. anyway who were you tweeting about?' and then bam! read her face."

"that's literally just asking her." yn stared at dina.

"it's not."

"also- how am i supposed to know who she's talking about by reading her face? will the persons name get spelled out on her face or something?"

dina rolled her eyes. "can you just... i don't know, interrogate her?"

yn stared at them with confused eyes. "you want me to interrogate her?"

"it's not an interrogation," ellie said. "it's... journalism."

"derective work," dina corrected. "consider it for charity, but for two people... and you i guess."

yn buried her face in her hands. "i hate you both."

"you'll thank us when you're her maid of honor." ellie sing-songed.

yn threw a wet wipe at her head.

[bellaxgiornata]

I'm excited to celebrate this milestone with y'all by hosting a Writing Challenge! This post will explain the rules of the event and list the dialogue prompts that I had far too much fun coming up with below the cut (imagine Matt, Frank, Mikey, and Jax just shouting out lines in my head, because that is literally what happened).

Writing Challenge Rules: These are pretty simple and straightforward because I want this to be fun!

Everyone participating must be over the age of 18 (my blog is 18+ to begin with and there's smut prompts on here).

You're free to write for any character, pairing (x reader or x OC or x character), or fandom. I know this will mostly catch the attention of those in the Daredevil/Punisher fandoms because that's where most of y'all found me, but this event is not fandom specific!

You're free to write whichever prompt you want, there's no need to claim any! Also feel free to write as many fics as you want, but when you've posted the finished fics, please use the tag 'bella's 4k follower celebration writing challenge' so that I can find it later if you'd like it to be added to the masterlist for this event.

The deadline for these fics will be June 1, 2025. You're welcome to post them whenever you've finished before then, and I will do my best to try to keep up with updating the event masterlist (but bear in mind, it might take me a few days to update the list because I'm also writing and trying to be an adult outside of tumblr).

Below the cut is our Dialogue Prompt List to choose from!

This is a mix of prompts that could be used for anything from fluff to humor, hurt/comfort to angst, or just sheer smut. Have fun!

“Oh boy, here we go again.”

“Go on, go ahead. Hit me.”

“You. I want you.”

“Are you serious right now? You're bleeding!”

“You got a filthy mouth, you know that?”

“Don't you ever do that again, you got that?”

“So…I guess we're sharing.”

“Do you ever shut up?”

“Close your eyes, you don't need to see this.”

“Yeah. You definitely fucked up.”

“I don't think I've ever seen you smile so much before.”

“It's not like I wanted to hurt you!”

“What…is that?”

“Wait, hold on–just hold my hand.”

“I'm not convinced you can handle me.”

“I'm pretty sure I didn't ask for your opinion.”

“Nothing happened with them! Why won't you just listen to me?”

“Are you really going to stand there and say that to my face?”

“You weren't there!”

“You're hogging all the sheets.”

“You look so good like that.”

“Where the hell do you think you're going? It's late.”

“Don't. Don't touch me.”

“Okay, look, I was just trying to bake you something. I don't know what happened.”

“Whoever the hell did this is going to regret it.”

“Do you have any idea how dangerous that dress is?”

“You are definitely drunk right now.”

“If I knew that would have gotten you to cuddle me like this, I'd have done it sooner.”

"That wasn't supposed to happen."

"Take it off slowly and turn around."

[that-weirdo-thing]

So, adding to my previous idea of Naruto x Shen Jiu

How the fuck is Naruto in PIDW???

I think that airplane might have added him as a little extra at some point and then forgot about him

O maybe he was planned cameo that he decided to not add

Like, a weird blond fox spirit that helps the protagonist just to disappear between the mist near the sea

As a fellow writer (a wannabe type), sometimes in my fics I add some characters from other series or animes or books just because I'm tired and I don't want to create some ocs just to be never talked again, even in a novel I'm trying to write I added some reference to an anime that inspired my to wrote it in first place, so who knows, Airplane might have done that

And since he wanted to do it, I belive that he might give him a new name only to be a bit more hidden in the story

The name???

鱼饼, Yú bǐng

It means Fishcake, at least that's what google translate said

So yeah, maybe they meet when Shen Jiu is with the Qiu and they try to capture the "mystical thunder fox spirit" or something

Maybe when he was with Wu Anzi and the asshole decided that he needed to eat Naruto or something

I only know that Yú bǐng would be the first person ever to fulfill a promise to Shen Jiu, and he make it seems like it so easy, that doing anything for him is just like breathing

I have been thinking about a ship name, for now I like picklefish

But there's also NaruJiu

Scumsun

Catfox

Catfrog

I don't know I only know that both of them would be crazy for each other in their own ways and it would be a fucking nightmare for everyone else when the other is insulted in front one of them

Qi-ge is as jealous as happy

LQG is confused about the weird feelings that he's having

Airplane is confused as fuck until he remembered what he did

Shen Yuan is surprised that his new parents are fucking Naruto and SQQ

[blueskittlesart]

foxboy has been forcibly made ambidextrous due to blueskittles' forgetfulness

all characters are ambidextrous when im writing them (< guy who doesnt know the difference between left and right)

[lale-txt]

i wanna be caught in a love triangle with them sooo badly you have no idea

[sutherlins]

♡ That's it baby... ♡ ↝ SydCarmy | Rated: E mdni | Complete | Word Count: 7k | [READ HERE]

Summary: Sometimes the world makes Carmy's head a little too loud, too chaotic. Sydney knows just what he needs to mute it all. Inspired by 'you're doing so well', Full cw/tropes list in the top notes on ao3 but the basics are: established relationship, D/s vibes, DomSyd, edging.

♡ Please go show katiethelie all the love on ao3 on the full art piece that inspired this fic - 'you're doing so well' - it's incredible! (and check out all her other amazing pieces while you are over there!)

♡ You should also check out and show some love to @ambeauty's 'my eyes behold you' which was also inspired by Katie's art, 'Just one bite'. Both of which I ADORE.

[the-kipsabian]

wrestling fic writers!!

i have decided to be the change i wanna see, so lets do a nice little thing for each other, as a community full of incredible and talented writers. yes this is writer specific only, but thats cause thats where the main problem of people not interacting with creative works lies in this fandom as far as i can tell and have seen people talking about it especially in the last couple of months

if you read this, please add links to your written works. it can be just a single fic youre really proud of, your writing blog, your writing tag, your ao3 account, anything where your works can be found

and if you leave your link here, PLEASE check out someone else that has left their works, and interact with them. leave them a comment, even just a kudos, REBLOG their fic, etc. interacting is the keyword i want to emphasize here, along with building a sort of a masterpost of where to find people writing in this fandom

and if you are not a writer, youre still highly encouraged to interact with this post and share it and show love to the writers in this fandom, obviously!! i think that should go without saying, but adding it in anyways

a bit more about my vision and resources and such under the read more, but thats the gist of it. happy linking and please be kind and supportive to each other!! 💜

nobody is too big or too small to add their things on this list. if you write and post anything in this fandom whatsoever, be it fics or drabbles or headcanons, any companies or any kind of ships or reader inserts or any content whatsoever no matter how 'dead dove dont eat' or hell even if its just meta, we welcome all here and nobody can say that one thing is less valid than another. just please tag your content accordingly, especially if theres content warnings, and feel free to mention what you write, who you write, any info you wish to leave that would help people before they click on your links. but even so, that should not and hopefully will not deter people from interacting, no matter what it is. someones trash is another ones treasure, i promise you

and unless the amount gets really overwhelming, im personally going to be checking out everyone that leaves something here. unless it squeaks me out, but even then, i'll spread the word. and i just wish as many people as possible will do the same, and not just use this as a potential board to only get eyes on their stuff. ofc thats also the point, but you should give as much, if not more, than you get. we need to be kind and supportive of one another (besides, from personal experience, if you show love to someone else, they are more likely to do it back than without you taking the first step, so... pay it forward)

as for resources, heres a few links that should be helpful in leaving comments and feedback. of course everyone does their own thing and no comment is too big or too small to leave, but for those who need them. if you have anything you'd like added to this list, dont hesitate to get in touch or drop it in the post yourself!!

101 comment starters

ao3 floating comment box

kudos html

dont know how to comment? easy solutions

a quick hot guide to commenting (by yours truly)

an overall guide to appreciating fanfic writers

and just in general.. leave people comments. leave them asks about their projects. just go over and gush about their work. i know it sounds embarrassing but writers love nothing more than to hear that someone likes what they are doing. if you find a fic that hasnt been updated in forever, comment on it. it might just be the spark the author needs to continue. while kudos and likes are nice, and just as valuable to some, its definitely in the words the people leave for them that matter the most. im not saying this to put pressure on anyone, its just how it is, and i feel like unless people are writers themselves, and even then sometimes, thats just hard to grasp, especially if the writer is a smaller and less popular one who doesnt get a lot of traffic in the first place

i think thats all. just be nice and considered to everyone, reblog peoples works, this post with others add ons and so forth. and if i find anyone talking shit here or at other writers for something they share, you'll be blocked and im probably taking your kneecaps. be fucking nice. we are all struggling here and we need to stick together

happy sharing and commenting 💜💜

[sergeantpixie]

Title: St. Augustine

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Character(s): Elena Gilbert

Summary: When it comes to being looked at, Elena could choose to be an object, or she could choose to have some semblance of control in an unavoidable situation. She could ignore them or encourage them; she had no power to stop them. Elena does what she can live with.

Or: How does a girl like Elena Gilbert become a girl like Elena Gilbert? A (mostly) pre-canon character study

Warnings: underage, creepy adults, sexualization of a minor, this is *girlhood* but instead of cutesie aesthetics it's only the stuff you were too ashamed to tell anyone, dead dove: do not eat, literally all of this is canon typical, abortion, except that, bc not even caroline's parasite babies called for an abortion according to jp, your parents fuck you up even when they're trying to protect you, elena literally marries a man more than a century older than her in canon none of this should shock you - but it still will, i survived a codependent homoerotic teenage girl friendship but also we were abused/harassed by the same adult man, student/teacher relationship, but not like in the sexy way, nah the traumatic one (for once), many authority figures trying to take advantage of one very confused child, three guesses who, like maybe being a petrova is actually a nightmare? read to find out, me asking the question: what would it look like if we took the petrova allure completely seriously and then threw one of them into the real world - as a teenage girl, how much trauma can one girl take before she stops fighting and becomes someone she doesn't recognize in order to survive? because seriously season 1 elena was ready to throw down with damon over caroline so how did we get to marriage and babies???? a canon typical amount of mean girl behavior, slurs abound, horror

Read: AO3

Tagged: @randomestfandoms

[prismbearer]

Idk why there's disbelief over Mark S/Helly in terms of motivation. Helly is just as capable of cruelty and selfishness as Helena. They are at the core of it, the same person with different memories/experiences. They can be two perspectives worthy of indulging their own dreams and desires and also be the same person. Narratively here especially, this isn't about morality, it's about human nature.

Helly was never cruel, sure, of course. Helly felt like she was the same as the other people in MDR. But Helly has something right now that she never even achieved as Helena. Someone who loves her. Someone who is choosing her. Helly is Winning over Helena here.

Jame Eagen wanders down just to be a freak and reinforces the reality of it. Helly is "More" than Helena, hasn't been worn down by the weight of experience and the world (and their cult and corporate bullshit). She still has, in some way, the innocence of youth and lack of experience with the world. She doesn't have the same fears and burdens or triggers as Helena in her conscious experience. She still has the ability to express her passions and outrage and defend herself. And to love and not feel sorry for it.

Severance gave Helena a chance to exist without the learned perspectives and burdens of the Eagens and she is able to be free with herself and her passions and desires-- whereas Helena was likely drained of any dreams for potential beyond a strictly guided future decades ago.

Of course Helly is feeling a rush of joy and satisfaction over Mark loving her. Mark choosing her. She tried to do the "right thing" by being logical with Mark. "I'm her." Even outside of Lumon, if they bring it all down, there's no hope for an Eagen and an ex-severed employee in reality. In the Real World they will never be together. Mark couldn't love Helena, how could anyone love an Eagen? (Poor Helly really with like, the enemy is within etc, but that's kinda the situation framed by Lumon for everyone by setting the stage with your Innie isn't human kinda rhetoric.) (This was also reinforced by Helena trying to get close to Mark to see if he still had feelings or chemistry with her and finding out they were not going to work outside Lumon.)

What if the equator is a building that could be a continent? Can be their whole world? They're choosing to live Now. Together in the present despite knowing that with their half lives, they could be brought to an end at any moment. It's very willful young love of them. And why wouldn't it be? This is their First Love. They haven't even been "alive" that long or have any memory of romance beyond their current infatuation. They don't know the world or it's places, and maybe that's okay, maybe they can exist in this space so long as they have love and the others.

It's completely human for Helly to accept Mark choosing her. To run to him just to see him for maybe the last time. It's human for Mark S to run to Helly. It's human for poor Gemma, who doesn't even know her fucking husband is severed, to be pounding on the door.

But this is their Final Day to Mark and Helly. Maybe the very end of their world. It's Judgement Day. Of course they'd have them holding hands and running back to the unknown to face the end together. To die together.

There is also zero fucking chance Mark Scout would risk his life and brain continuing reintegration once his wife is back. Mark Scout is going to choose his wife. Mark is choosing Love on both sides here.

All of it is reasonable.

[bell-swamp-fitzjames]

mcdonald goodsir talking scene but its like an hour bc i just would like to see them talk more

[catboy-jupiter]

i'll be like "i'm a god of writing" and then an hour passes after i post or submit something and i'll be like "i'm so dumb there's so much i could've done better if only i'd waited a bit and looked at it with fresh eyes i would've noticed how much it sucks & what i could've improved that looks so much like first draft material there's so many revisions i could make why i am i so impulsive and overconfident" and then i'll start writing something else and be like "i'm a god of writing" again

[tkbrokkoli]

nnnnggghh are these ppl fuckling stupid wtffffff

[tinycontainer]

i think more business owners should look inward when they complain about issues. is it annoying to have to hire multiple times a year? yes, absolutely. WHY do you think the turnover is so high if everyone says they enjoy the work?? surely. no. it couldn't be the person in charge.