#and no matter how many times i give the same feedback to every manager i relieve or who relieves me in the morning

[useful-boy]

Hate when bitches at this store try to tell me "Ummm I need you to start the audit already, we're supposed to leave by 11" like damn that's crazy maybe if you left me a better store or did anything to help me out I wouldn't be starting so late after picking up all your bullshit

[nomadwrites]

bubblegum pink ⋆˚✿

gojo satoru

summary ⋆୨୧⋆ in which you've managed to convince the greatest jujutsu sorcerer of your time into getting pink highlights. what could go wrong? a lot, you learn.

contents ⋆୨୧⋆ spoilers!, pure fluff & rusty writing

notes ⋆୨୧⋆ let's start off easy, shall we? feedback is most certainly welcome & would be much appreciated! enjoy ₊˚ෆ

"come on, it's only temporary!"

"not a chance! do you know how much time and effort i put into caring for these lustrous locks?"

"it'll grow out anyways," you huff, setting down the contents of the hair dye kit on the bathroom counter. "and here i thought you were the adventurous type."

"adventure is one thing, but this? this would be an act of vandalism," satoru feigns a look of betrayal, silver lashes framing his wide blue orbs, "like defacing the mona lisa."

you gasp in exaggeration, clasping a hand over your mouth. if there was one thing on the boy’s long list of things he loved about you, it'd be your ability to keep up with his personality.

"sure. but don't you get tired of always having the same old hairstyle? maybe it'd be nice to switch it up every now and then, yknow?"

"i hardly doubt anyone could ever get tired of this." he gestures to himself, standing tall, a smirk gracing his features.

“you’re insufferable.”

“and you love that about me.”

you do your best to hide the smile that threatens to break free, chewing on your bottom lip. “oh but you’d look absolutely gorgeous,” you plead, voice dripping with honey as you cross your arms over your chest, leaning against the countertop. you bat your lashes at him, round doe eyes peering into sparkling azure pools.

the look you give him makes his heart do flips and his gaze softens ever so slightly. he can't say no to you, not when you're gazing up at him with those puppy-dog eyes of yours. you’re perfectly aware of the effect you have on him, but that’s not to say you’d ever take advantage of him. if anything, you’re just as smitten.

satoru adores gratifying you, answering to your every beck and call, no matter the request, even if they can be a little odd at times. who was he to deny you anything when you looked so entrancing?

he pretends to ponder, drumming his fingers along the cool ceramic of the sink counter. if you're quiet enough, you might hear the way the gears in his head shift as he puts on a show of overtly dramatised deliberation. it almost makes you snort, but after a minute or two of silence, he caves in, shoulders slumping.

"if it makes you happy," he breathes, flicking his gaze back to you as you perk up with excitement, light practically radiating off of you. he might come to regret this in a few hours, but when he sees the way your eyes sparkle with a radiance that seems so pure, he thinks it won’t be so bad. after all, it is only temporary.

"just so i get to hear it again," he pauses, slender fingers intertwining with yours as he guides you over to him and plops down onto the closed seat of the toilet, long legs splayed on either side of you. "you think i'm gorgeous?"

“not quite yet,” you say, running your fingers through his silver locks, admiring the soft lavender undertones. his glasses are sitting just above the tip of his nose, brilliant sapphire depths on full display. no matter how many times you’ve looked him in the eye,, it always manages to knock the air out of your lungs. “i’ll see what i can do.”

“aren’t you a sweetheart?”

“i am.”

he exhales, humming in agreement as he relaxes under your touch and relishes in the scent of your skin, not the fragrance of perfume or shampoo, but you.

this is nice, you think. free time has always been hard to come by, even more so for gojo than you. things had changed after the star plasma vessel incident. he had changed, and although he did his best to hide it, you knew better. you were there to ground him, to remind him of his humanity and his purpose for becoming a sorcerer. you were there to keep him afloat.

"so!" you clap, startling him enough to knock his glasses askew, "let's get started!"

"booo," he pouts, like some child. he likes to think you're like this because of him, that you've spent so much time with him you've essentially become a miniature satoru gojo. the thought of it makes him feel all warm and mushy inside, something he really only feels with you, despite how popular he is with people.

you get to work, skimming through the pamphlet of instructions. satoru attempts to help you, mostly by staring whilst seated on the toilet, questioning if you really knew what you were doing. you stick out your tongue at him as did he, tugging on his lower eyelid.

you manage to end up with a bowl of bright pink sludge, the scent of chemicals wafting through the enclosed space of your bathroom. satoru grimaces, both at the smell and how awfully pigmented the dye seemed, cautiously eyeing the mixture held between your gloved hands.

“no turning back now.”

“you’re sure this is temporary?”

“mhmm!” you say, throwing a towel over his shoulders to shield his black linen shirt from any stray drops of hair dye. contrary to popular belief, the all-powerful jujutsu sorcerer doesn’t make use of his infinity when there was no real need to, his reasoning something akin to him wanting to experience moments of normalcy with those close to him.

“i’m great aren’t i? strong, handsome with a heart of gold,” he’d said, standing in akimbo.

“in an alternate universe, sure.”

you smile at the memory, recalling the way he tutted when you responded, earning chuckles from both shoko and geto.

“y’know on second thought–” satoru’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, “maybe blue would be a better option? make my eyes pop and all that,” he stalls, turning to look at you.

“it’s not gonna be this bright toru, it’ll be a lot lighter once we rinse you off. besides, i’ve only got pink right now–“

“great! so we should–“

“but you already said we could–“

and you’re both tugging, trying to grab ahold of the bowl. “toru stop it! you’re gonna–“

splat.

"ah," he blinks.

silence falls between the both of you, letting the sound of droplets hitting the floor echo loud in your ears. you’re wide eyed in disbelief, and it takes you a moment before you press your lips together in a futile attempt to conceal the snort that bubbles from your throat.

———————-

“don’t you look pretty?” geto teases, snapping a photo of satoru’s lifeless body as he sits limp at his desk, looking as if his soul had left his body. you’re sure it did last night after rinsing him off in the shower, fully clothed, the sight of him drenched in fuchsia finding a permanent home in your brain. shoko echoes after the raven-haired boy, resting her head on a closed fist.

satoru’s once moonlit hair now a splotchy mess of soft pink, the hair dye staining his eyebrows an even brighter shade of bubblegum. you had to practically drag him out the bathroom by the feet afterward.

“what have you done?” he whined, voice breaking.

“me?!” you gasped, “you had a part to play in this too!”

it was a miracle he’d even changed out of his wet clothes, albeit it taking around an hour or so. you’re sure he laid on the floor for the rest of the night after you’d left, geto being the first to find him in the exact same position this morning. thankfully, you hadn’t had to drag him to class.

at the very least, this would be another fond memory you’d share together.

[bbiine]

SPILLED WINE REWARD ָ֢

SUMMARY: an accident involving wine, between Seokmin and Y/N, two ex-lovers, at New York Fashion Week, makes Seokmin want to reward you

PAIRING: idol!ex boyfriend!Seokmin x idol!ex girlfriend!fem!reader

WARNINGS: (probably) grammatical errors and a little of smut

GENDER: fluff and (a little) smut

BIBI'S NOTES: hey mes amours! It's my first time writing so if you have any feedback, pls don't hesitate to let me know! I want to warn you that English is not my native language, so forgive me for any mistakes!

Enjoy!

New York Fashion week used to be a major fashion event. Only people who were influential and important to fashion were able to be invited and honored with a presence in the big city.

The kpop industry was gaining more recognition and many more idols were going on to have worldwide careers. And Seokmin, or better known as Dokyeom or Dk, a member of a famous boy group called Seventeen, managed to be influential enough to be one of the guests.

He was sitting in the front row of the catwalk looking at all the new clothing collections and all that luxury, when his eyes met the eyes of an idol, it was Y/N, your ex-girlfriend, you were becoming famous in the Kpop industry and you finally had this opportunity to be present at such a big event. It had been a long time since you had broken up, not a single word had been exchanged.

Seokmin watched you with curious eyes, you were totally focused on the clothes and you looked different, your countenance was dazzling and mysterious at the same time. You hadn't realized that Seokmin had been looking at you since the beginning of the show; for him, the show didn't matter when he could simply observe your every detail and expression.

As he walked through the middle of a large, chic hall, full of people drinking their champagne and sporting their latest clothes after the big show, Seokmin tried to find the girl who had captured his attention. Until he saw the same pair of eyes that had always caught his attention: you were talking to a very influential person in fashion, but things didn't seem to be going well.

Seokmin approaches with a smile on his face

"Hello...Y/N right? Sorry to disturb your conversation, but can I talk to you for five minutes?" Seokmin smiles

When you realize who it is, your smile fades a little, after all you've been avoiding him. As soon as your eyes meet his, you remember all the past you've had and that night when you decided to give up on everything.

It was an ordinary Wednesday night when you decided to end it all. You'd known each other since you were 16, when you were just a trainee, and for as long as you can remember, you'd been in love with him. But the more time passed, the more you felt the pressure of being an idol, you simply didn't have a romantic life with Seokmin, you couldn't go out or have dinner together because everyone would know about your relationship and your company didn't want that. It had been three years since you were in this relationship and it seemed to only put pressure on you, your life revolved around hiding the relationship from the two of you.

Seokmin snaps two fingers in front of you making you wake up from all the thoughts and memories you had with him

"Long time, Y/N" He smiled

"What do you want to talk to me about?" You crossed your arms

"Well, you tour abroad and you can't speak English properly? You didn't seem to understand anything in that conversation"

"Of course I understood, I was just confused because she was talking too fast" you walk to a private corner while picking up a glass of wine

Seokmin accompanies you, he was curious about what had happened to you since the break-up

"How's life?" He leans against the wall and stares at you

"Are you really going to do that? You don't have to try to talk to me, after all, the last time we saw each other you hated me." You sip some wine, trying to forget how much that night hurt you.

"I didn't even remember that, I'm not holding any grudges... if it's all right for you, then it's all right for me" He gives you the same smile and waits for your reaction

"Then we're even" You give a forced smile

Just then, a waiter walked by with a tray of wine glasses. Seokmin reached out to take one, but a sudden stumble caused the glass to slip out of his hands, spilling the red liquid in his direction. Your dress is stained red, leaving you embarrassed and Seokmin ashamed

You look at him angrily

"Seokmin, look what you've done!" You grab a cloth and try to wipe it off, but it only makes matters worse

Seokmin looks totally embarrassed and worried

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to" he tries to help you, taking a cloth and trying to wipe it off

The stain was right on your stomach and a little close to your breasts, as you felt his touch after so long, your cheeks turned a little red and you tried to hide it with your anger

"Don't touch me Seokmin" you pulled away from him, walking into the great hall, inside you found a room where you took out your cell phone and called your manager, so you could get another dress.

Meanwhile Seokmin was trying to find where you were, after all he wanted to apologize and didn't want things to turn out this way.

You were standing with your arms folded with your back to the door waiting for your manager, after all he said he was close by. the door opens and you say

"Quick, open my dress, this smell of wine is bothering me" you say without looking to the door

you feel hands running down your back as open your dress, that feeling was familiar to you, and then you hear the voice of the person who caused all this

"I'm sorry Y/N... let me make it up to you..."

You turn around quickly with red cheeks and see that it's Seokmin

"What are you doing here? Do you want to cause more trouble?" You say trying not to give in, but it was difficult, all the old feelings were coming back.

He laughs a little and faces you "You know I didn't mean it... let me apologize the way I know how" He stares at you, waiting for your reaction as he gently brings your lips closer.

Your legs freeze and you just can't say anything, you wanted it, you wanted to feel Seokmin's lips again. By now you were totally surrendered to him.

When your eyes close and you feel Seokmin's lips, that familiar sensation takes over your whole body, you feel like you're home after a long time.

There was no hesitation when their lips finally met, a passion they had both been holding in for so long was finally released. Seokmin's hands were roaming all over your body, sending all kinds of impure thoughts to your brain. Your lips were in perfect sync, as were your tongues, which were also present in the kiss.

When you both finally ran out of air, Seokmin pulled away and whispered in a hoarse voice with his eyes closed

"I want you...like I've always wanted since I was 16" he opened his eyes and faced her "come back to me Y/N...come home"

That was the pinnacle for you, after those words you could no longer hold in all that passion that had been stored up for so long, you brought your lips together again, causing Seokmin to pull you in, closing any kind of space between the two of you.

His hands were still on her body, and they went to her open zipper, pulling the stained dress down completely. "At least the accident did some good," he said, totally mesmerized by your body in just your underwear. You roll your eyes and laugh softly, "My God, how could I have stayed away from you for so long?" He stares at you with that smile as his kisses trail down to your neck, low moans coming from your mouth as Seokmin leaves marks on your neck.

"This is so wrong, but it feels so right," you whisper. There was no doubt about your feelings for each other and you could no longer resist the physical attraction

In one swift movement, Seokmin picks you up and places you on a random table in the room. In the meantime, his mouth never left your neck, making you continue to moan and driving him crazy "One day you're going to kill me with pleasure Y/N" he said between kisses

"Don't worry, I'm already doing it now" you let out a smile and your hands go down to Seokmin's blouse.

As your hands slowly move down to Seokmin's dress shirt, the intensity of the moment intensifies. The fabric of the shirt ripples with every movement of your touch. His fingers slide between the buttons of Seokmin's shirt, teasing him with each stroke. Soon, the shirt begins to move lower and lower, revealing more and more of Seokmin's muscular frame underneath.

you can feel your own heart pounding and the heat rising through your skin. Perhaps Seokmin's claim that you were already "killing him with pleasure" was right all along.

He stopped kissing her neck and faced her as he slowly descended, looking into her eyes. He was at the height of her legs, while his hands caressed her thighs as he slowly spread her legs apart.

"For you I keep my legs open and forget everything" you said in a sensual and provocative way

Seokmin's smile widened and he left a kiss on the inside of her thigh

"I know, but maybe you can't keep them open for long," he says, teasing you even more

His kisses move upwards until they almost reach the middle of your leg, and then your phone rings, taking all the focus away from you.

You pick it up and your eyes go wide and you quickly get up from the table, looking for your dress and leaving Seokmin at a loss.

The call is ended and you say "My manager is here, he's looking for me, quick, get out of here" you say desperately and put on your stained dress

He gives you a mischievous smile "well, looks like we'll have an audience to see what I'm going to do to you" he approaches you again and you push him towards the door "stop Seokmin, no one can catch us here"

He laughs and then opens the door saying "Fine, fine but...I'm not done with you yet"

@bbiine, 2023

[dimepdf]

★  𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄. + 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

masterlist. / taglist. / tip jar. synopsis. crowded in a full club with a crowd of familiar faces, the last person you wanted to ever see again was your ex. Luckily, Eren swoops to safety, wanting to keep your mood high and wants to save the night by taking a more direct approach.

✧. ┊    notes. this took way too long to write, good lord I was struggling to choose if I wanted to write a jungkook fanfic or this,, the brain rot is getting bad ya'll pray for me to unclench that seven days a week song from my hands | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

✧. ┊    length. 3.5k (27 min read) .

✧. ┊    genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni | friends to lovers | smut | sub!eren | confident girl/nerdy guy pairing | fem reader | night club | jealousy | handjob | protected sex | teasing | begging | groping | fondling | cowgirl | cuddling | aftercare | pov changes(?) | I'm bad at summarizing just read | title inspo from this song .

THE MUSIC THUMPED through the planked floors of the room to the vibrate of the bottom of your chunky heels. Dim, low, orange lights outlined the many figures that were scattered around the condensed club that had a known wait line outside that was close to wrapping around the building and down the rest of the block.

Luckily, your name was printed in bold black at the top of the exclusive people list, one of the many perks of being friends with your friend Connie, who somehow managed to be the owner of the most infamous bar in the city.

Dragging your friend group out for the stress free weekend, wanting nothing more but to get drunk under someone else’s tab.

After the pretty rough recent breakup you had with your sistutionship that Mikasa and Sasha were just so tired of hearing you mope about through the many group chat messages and facetime calls they had to endure with you yapping about another guy from Tinder ghosting you. 

The offer of filling your poor little heartbroken spirit with many many free shots was enough to get your ass off your couch and squeezed into an old cute red mini dress that hugged your curves just a little too much that if you stared for just a bit too long you would see the slight outline of the cute lace matching set under.

Especially where it stopped at the mid peak of your thighs, the material plumping out around the tight hem giving you a very attractive and alluring sight for anyone that so happened to trail their eyes down your adorned figure.

In short, you were prepared to take it all off at the end of the night, and by God’s will, you hoped to end up in your birthday suit, tangled up with some handsome suitor willing to fuck away all the pent-up fustration that your blessed rose touch failed to reach under the blankets. 

Eren, to no one's surprise, hadn’t gotten the same idea, the timid soul drawing something close to his normal casual attire did not really know what was club appropriate, no matter how many times your friend group would drag him along on a night out just to drink the boy out of his shell.

Tonight, surprisingly, he was the only one in the friend group chat to give a hurried response to your nighting invitation, watching from your palm-resting chin as he babysat his second drink.

Letting out a covered chuckle at every grimace that would twist on his lips that you couldn't tell was because of the sip of alcohol or the fact that he was buzzing with anxiety, refusing to leave your sight.

The music in the dimly lit open room thumped through the floorboards, the air wafting with desperate cheap cologne and hard bar liquor. You had to admit that seeing him glued to his spot beside the bar was a bit funny.

Avoiding any lick of interaction with anyone as his sight would dip whenever anyone would push through near him, the way his shoulder stood up tense as his hand clutched his drink to the long line of girls that would stumble up to him as if he were their lighthouse beacon, their exchange awkward as Eren would often play the same "I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over the music card." just to shoo them away nervously back to the dancefloor. 

You couldn't blame the ladies for at least giving it a try; you could admit that Eren did look good, especially under the club's light. The leanness of his sleeper build made the fill out of his dark brown button-up shirt alluring with the aid of the peek of his slightly muscled arms.

His shoulder-length shaggy dark brunette hair tugged lazily into a half ponytail, leaving wisps of hair from his face-framing bangs, made him look as if he had walked straight out of some male model ad, from the fashion to the accidental aloof attitude that he naturally radiated.

Relaxing some of the tensation from his shoulders, Eren’s lips parted with a slight sigh before nervously fiddling with the rolled up cuffs of his shirt, his eyes easing from his lap to sneak a quick glance at you, almost flinching out of his poor skin when he had met your rested glance.

His eyes widened a bit in surprise, his tongue poking from his parted mouth almost as if his thoughts had interrupted him from speaking before your eyes could track down the slight bob of his adams apple. "I don't—I don’t think I got to tell you yet, but you look really gorgeous tonight, I like your…hair." His tone held a bit of a tremble, the stutter in his voice was the realization that he had to speak a bit louder of the music even with you sitting on the stool right beside him. 

You were definitely a little caught off guard, Eren wasn't the type to suddenly dish out compliments, let alone notice the fine details about someone’s appearance to save his life. You could recall the times Connie would make it a game to see how long Eren would go until he would realize the change in his appearance.

"Hm, you don't think it's too much?" You asked, leaning in a bit into his personal space and keeping a level tone as you spoke into the direction of his ear, pretending like you had seen Eren react in a tense fluster, his fingers tensely gripping his cup with your sudden proximity. "I mean, with the color and all." Your lips curve into a slight charmed smile, finger caught twirled around a newly dyed dark auburn curl, watching the coil spring back into place with a tug.

Eren's gray eyes followed the swipe of your finger as you moved away from his personal space and rested your back against the bar stool. It looked as though Eren was being drawn in by your actions.

The interaction consists of him merely nodding his head and remarking, "Well, I like the color, I think it suits you." The conversation did not lead anywhere else as your attention had shifted once more towards the dancing  crowd, scanning the mingling group of people until your heart skipped a beat at the sight of a certain person in particular that stood a few feet away.

Your sudden switch to having a discomforting mood had not gone unnoticed, Eren’s head turned at the slightest frown of your brows, scanning over the open crowd with no avail to what had soured your mood so quickly. "Hey, what happened?" Your trance not budging at the sound of his question, your attention tugging onto whatever you were across the room glaring at. 

It was only when the brush of his palm caressed against your lower thigh that his fingers danced warmly against the exposed leg of your skin, despite the soothing cold sensation welcomed from the silver rings that had adorned his fingers fashionably, his touch being enough to stir you away had you finally looked at him.

"You okay?" A static-like shock trail ran through your nerves, not only from his hand placement but also from the way he had somehow zoned you into feeling like you two had been the only two people in the room just by the way he was looking at you.

The lighting was deemed dangerous, with your brain buzzing from how well it had sculpted Eren’s features, from his defined cheekbones to the alluring yet genuine and compassionate dark glint in his eyes. 

You had swallowed before remembering how to speak, praying that the way his eyes traced over the nervous habit you had of biting the skin at your lower lip was all just in your fucked-up horny mind.

That would be the only way you could have been thinking about Eren in such a risque way. "No, no, it's just my ex is here." Not even enough in you anymore to sigh, you couldn't turn your head before Eren could scoot you close in within his presence by the grasp he had on the underside of the stool you sat perched on. "Sorry, it just kind of caught me off guard, I guess."

Eren’s attention was completely devoted to you, his eyes carefully watching every twist and turn of your expressions, zoned in completely on your mood as it drained into something sour and insecure. You tried to keep up the front that you were trying to force out that you were having a good time—anything to help pry your ex’s eyes away from you as he seemed to be drifting closer and closer towards you as the night continued to painfully slowly unfold.

"Hey," you flinch as Eren laces his fingers between yours, this thumb rubbing comforting circles against your knuckles. "Sorry, what do you want to do? Wanna get out of here?" he asks, with his eyes searching to latch onto anything that would express how you felt. 

"Um, yeah, I think I've had enough for tonight," you admit, holding your breath at the way Eren’s hand slid from your thigh to your lower back as you rose from your seat. His dark eyes traced over your stiff movements carefully, eyes flickering nervously over the allure of your attractive curves, especially how dangerous they looked squeezed into your dress.

"I want to—" You watched him wince, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment before looking back at you with a shy glance, almost as if he had to bite his tongue and start over to stop himself from saying something. "Did you want to come back to mine?"

★  .  .  .    !

Time had to be an illusion. Eren didn't care too much about religion, but he was convinced that maybe he was just dead and this was him experiencing his own personal depiction of heaven.

From the whirlwind of events that began with him boldly inviting you back to his apartment, to the length of the very flushing conversation the two of you had on the car ride back, to the two of you laying limbs tangled against his mattress, everything about the way the night had unfolded seemed like something straight from one of his wet dreams. 

Eren even let a few stray tears spill past his thick, wet lashes from how touch-deprived you reminded him he was as he trembled in response to your lewd touch. Each stroke of your soft palm against the shaft of his dick entices an embarrassing, needy whine from his throat as his hips fuck against your slow, teasing hold.

The lights from the flat-screen TV that was mounted at the front of his bed illuminated as the show played. While the unattended lights from the show, which had been long ignored, only helped define the gleaming beauty of your features and sparkling dress.

In spite of the wicked work that your left fist was carrying out, he thought that you looked undoubtedly angelic. Eren was also convinced that he was going through some kind of brain rot with his badly clouded thoughts from how the only thing that could slip past his lips was the desperate, choked whimpers of your name.

A light strawberry flush spread from the bite of his cheeks to the trail of his heaving chest. Eren was too tied into the bubbling effects of pleasure, causing his nerves to melt under the touch of your palm. His own fist gripped, white-knuckled, into the pillow resting under his head. As his other hand grasped less tightly, his fingers wrapped fully around the wrist of your hand, which continued to pump his cock at a steady pace.

Even with his jittering nerves, he could still feel the sparkling, sticky gloss of your trial of nibbling kisses stick to the soft skin of his neck. Your lips ghost close to the shell of his earlobe, sending a welcomed sensation up his arched spine. "You have to talk to me, Eren. Tell me what you feel, honey."

Overwhelmed with just so many new sensations, Eren felt like he was just close to sobbing from how good he felt from the pleasure. You couldn't help but wait for his answer with a very self-satisfied smirk as he gasped at the kiss you placed right under his ear.

"It feel–" he swallowed back the words he struggled to choke on, "it feels really good, please." He hadn't even known what he was begging for, from just your touch. He had melted into a mumbling, brainless, shuddering puddle of nothing with each kiss and sleek stroke. 

"Hm, Does it now?" You were practically torturing the poor man, knowing exactly what you were doing when you talked to him in that sultry, flirty tone of yours. Rising from his side to sit perched with your knees pressed into the blanket of his soft duvet. Eren stared up at you as if he were entranced by your every move, his adam's apple bobbing with a thick swallow as your thick lips curled into an even more flattering, sweet smile. 

His cock ached over the loss of your touch, as if it weren't enough that you left him breathless, you had to muster the nerve to undress in front of him.

Sliding the straps of your dress over your shoulders and reaching behind you to unzip yourself loose, his eyes refused to leave yours as you yanked yourself out of the fabric with a kick, revealing the drooling sight of the hidden dark maroon matching set that had been tucked away underneath. Simply saying, "Come here." was enough to get him to crawl over to you.

Reaching out with an unsteady hand, his eyes glued to your chest, he sighs at just how perfectly your tits sit before placing his hands against them and gently fondling you, despite the pained look screwed on his face that you couldn't help but to bite back a chuckle at.

You had to admit that you found him very attractive—the sight of his pale, slender fingers dancing against your warm brown skin. Even with a layer of lace in the way, the feeling between your thighs still grew more agnited with the brush of his silver rings fumbling clumsily over your budding dark nipples.

Letting an encouraging moan part from your lips, Eren hadn't even gotten enough time to breathe in his new-found sense of appraisal, as the movement of your own hands unbuttoning the rest of his shirt left him feeling under your control once more. 

Opening his shirt with a bit of an inpatient tug, you apologized, "Sorry, you just have too many clothes on." It was a soft moment that both of you got to chuckle over as you helped him shoulder out of his button shirt as well as the muscle tee he wore under it with a shared giggle to ease back the tenseness.

"You should lay back," you said, running your fingers down his naked chest. Eren has just the right amount of muscle, his skin torso bundling with a lean peak of a six pack, almost as if he had accidentally gotten a ripped figure without even really trying. His greenish flag was just how damn attractive he managed to be, yet how unbelievably unaware he was of his own insufferable good looks.

“Wait." Eren sighs, his fingers instead threading themselves in between your wandering hand, just inches away from brushing against his very clear erection.

"Just give me—give me a second, please?" struggle to find the correct words, cursing the hard task of speaking, especially as all you did was watch the form of his lips with every word. Eren was surprised that he could even steady his breathing enough with how obviously you sat back and watched him catch his breath with that pretty smirk on your mouth that he wanted so badly to kiss, but he knew it would only rile him up more. 

After his small recoup of mercy, you helped him out of the rest of his jailing clothes. Only peppering around his face with quick kisses, knowing how sensitive Eren truly was, even as he squirmed around the feeling of your hand's gentle touch, putting his length into a condom, with his head tilted back and his eyes screwed shut.

You were truly surprised to see firsthand how touched and starved the man was. As you positioned his length near your entrance and slowly sheathed down on his cock, his hands were uncertain as to whether they wanted to hug around your hips or fondle with your tits.

The sensation takes a minute of stillness and shifting for not just Eren to get used to, not surprised on your part by your months of dry spell suddenly being broken with a bigger than average-length bulge while resting itself inside of you.

Every squirming inch of him inside is rudely rubbing against your warm walls as Eren's hands dig into the plush skin of your waist as if it were any more possible to hug the curve of your ass down against him. Feeling the tense muscles of his raised thighs against the brush of your behind, you both just needed a moment of relative stillness to allow your bodies to become more politely accustomed to the new sensation.

"Tell me when it gets too much." You let out a sigh as you gazed in awe at the man below you, Eren's hips shifting up at the hush warning in response. As you lifted yourself up with your hands resting to steady yourself against his torso. Leaning in closer towards him to get a better look at his glossy eyes, they mirrored the expression of awe that was on your face, and they continued to do so even as you sank back down onto his length.

Your pace would grow more excited, fueled by the punched-out groans of pleasure that would tumble from Eren's throat at the sensation of your pussy engulfing his cock completely. He hadn't bothered to cover his mouth, and with each shift of your hips, a string of whines would follow as he would praise your name as if he were mumbling a prayer.

The bedstrings of his mattress, accompanying the grunt of his lewd moans. Repeatedly, your hips would slam against his, aiding in the tense curl of his toes and the dizzy feeling he would get from throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut so tightly he was starting to see stars.

His hands held a death grip against your shifting waist, holding onto you as you tortured him at the unforgiving, grinding pace at which you bounced on his lap. "I— I can't, please, oh fuck—uh god." Eren would plead with you as if your entire world were in your hands. "I can't—I need to, please." Riddled with so much emotional desperation, and yet the last thing you wanted to do was hand him an orgasm so easily, the aroused part of you clenched at the sound of his begging.

"Just let it go, Ren." You sigh into his ear, gasping at the way his hips bucked into you in response. He was definitely working to do so, the slight switch of your control not flattering his pure sexual need as he squirmed all he could to chase after the slow grind of your hips. 

His body begged him to keep going, the need to want to drag it out as long as he could to stretch the knot as far as it would be possible let him not want the moment to end laying under your touch. Fueled by the sheer absolute pleasure that washed over him the moment he felt your lips part tongue poke out to suck under the sensitive spot under his ear, a melted expression stretched on his bitten sore lips as his hips buck under you.

You hadn't bothered to give him any more mercy than what you had already graced upon him. Every twitch and tremble felt beneath the warmth of your skin as you returned to your hips and began to meet Eren’s thrust, his moans sounding almost close to poetic. With overly drawn-out vowels and pitched whines, it brought you both to sheer intimate ecstasy.

It took a few sighs and some soothing touches to replace the hard press of his nails digging into the hips of your flesh. Even sharing a small kiss was maybe crossing a few boundaries, but both of you were too fucked out to care for the moment. After a few tosses and turns, Eren dragged the blankets to cover the both of you, kissing your bare shoulder blade as you crawled to lay down tucked under his arm.

"Do you…do you want to stay over?" It was hard for Eren to search for the right words to say, especially with his inability to even breathe correctly. He copied the way your chest rose and fell, knowing you could hear every thump and bump of his heart beating from his chest.

"I’d like that," you lean up to say, showing off that pretty smile that had him so entangled in the first place.

"If that's okay with you?" Eren didn’t mind one bit, snuggling the girl right in front of him closer to his chest with contentment.

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Politics and Pleasure 2 —Obi-Wan Kenobi

PART 1

obi-wan x padawan!reader (is this a two-shot??)

description: you and obi finally make it back to your shared room

warnings: language, fluff, smut, a run in w ewan’s huge dick

a/n: wow i intended this to be a one-shot but i didn’t expect that many ppl (particularly @cassrage and @ktrivia) to want a part 2, esp bc i haven’t actually written a lot. it’s actually so sweet to hear feedback so pls comment and reblog <3 also this went on a different direction than i meant it to so maybe be prepared for that? idk.

words: 2,639

You didn’t even make it inside the room before Obi was on you, his big plans in mind. Both of his hands held your face to pull you in for a passionate kiss with your back against the ornate door. The luxurious surroundings gave this moment a romance that you usually didn’t get to enjoy.

“What if someone sees?” you laughed, barely managing to get the words out with Obi not wanting your lips to part no matter the reason.

“You have a fair point, my padawan.” he breathed out heavily with his forehead pressed against yours. “It pains me though, to hide. I want nothing more than for everyone to see how much I love you.” he looked down until you lifted your head to make eye contact, brushing your nose against his chin in the process which gained attention. It wasn’t really on purpose, you were just naturally eye level with the edge of his beard and it happened every time you looked up at him.

“I know Obi,” you lamented with him, “but as long as we know we love each other, that’s enough.”

“Maker, you’re incredible,” he whispered before catching your lips once more. He reached behind you, which you assumed was just to hold you until you were tumbling into the room due to his turning the door handle without warning. He was prepared to catch you, of course. He would sooner be ran over by a bantha than let a single hair on your head be harmed, but that didn’t mean he was beyond messing with you. You let out a squeal of surprise at the same time he kicked the door closed behind him. He could no longer hide the neediness he felt back in the conference room.

With one arm already around you, he bent down to hook his other arm under your knees, carrying you over to the bed bridal style. He was beaming down at you all the way there, so completely focused on nothing else that he almost tripped on a pillow that was left lying on the floor. Thoughts of you distracted even his jedi senses which should have warned him of such a minor obstacle. Even then, Obi-Wan wouldn't be the victim of a plushy little pillow, he would be a victim of his love for you.

He laid you gently on the bed and you bit your lip watching him shed his robes at the foot of the bed before crawling on top of you. You instinctively wrapped your legs around him as he ground against you. The friction he was creating caused him to shudder as he dragged his lips down your neck. You wrapped your legs around him tighter, trying to lift yourself so you could press against him further. Large hands stopped you by holding your hips down, preventing you from getting any more stimulation than what he was already giving you. A moment later, one of them slid past your hips to hold your ass. You arched into him, and once again he didn’t let you. He was obviously getting the message, but he was choosing to ignore it to drag out your want, but you had waited far too long for this surrounded by all those dreary politicians.

Obi-Wan had to pull back to understand what you were saying as all your words were muffled by his kisses.

“Yes, my love?” he said in a voice that would’ve been sexier if he wasn’t wearing puppy eyes and pink cheeks at the same time.

“I don’t want to wait anymore.” you pouted.

“Well maybe—“

“No. I’ve decided I'm not going to,” he looked at you confused but intrigued, “It’s my turn to be master,”

“Oh?” he raised his brows. He was uncomfortable giving up control, but he could never deny you. “Are you sure? This will make you happy?” you nodded. He hesitated, taking a large gulp before lifting the hands that held you underneath him. The great Master Kenobi relinquished power to you with just a few words and a bat of your lashes. Knowing he wouldn’t do that for anyone else filled you with a sense of pride. What was a big deal to you was to him, only a glimpse of his love; the beginning of an infinite list of things he would happily give up for you.

When you felt the pressure of his body on top of you leave, you grabbed onto his shoulders and rolled both of you over so that you could straddle him. You were slightly nervous, and the one person you couldn’t hide that from was now underneath you. You giggled a little as his eyes widened. Suddenly, you became hyper-aware of what you were doing.

This physical position wasn’t new to you, but the mental position of the dominant one with Obi-Wan was foreign. He felt the uneasiness in your signature and not only comforted you by placing a hand on yours, but by radiating encouragement from his lam force. It was something he did often during training, and it reminded you that your safe place was wherever he was.

You put on a more confident face and Obi-Wan wanted to smile at how adorable you were but he knew you didn’t feel like being his “dear little one” right now. In a moment he didn’t even have to pretend as one roll of your hips made him gasp. With each movement, you gained more confidence and you felt him grow underneath too, which you didn’t even think was possible at this point. The harder he became the more pressure you felt on your clit. At a certain point, you weren’t concerned with being in control, you were distracted by the fluttering feeling you got from the friction. Your hands fell on his chest, running through the auburn hair there until you gripped his shoulders. With a groan, his hands snapped up to hold your thighs and his thumbs rubbed back and forth, the calluses leaving a bit of red every time they crossed your skin.

It was sweet to you how hands that were so rough tried to handle you so gently, far from the way he gripped a lightsaber in combat. Others saw an intimidating warrior, and you just saw Obi; a man who got excited over tea flavors and just so happened to be carrying a sword.

The calluses continued to graze your thighs as he worked his way up to hold your waist under your tunic. After holding them there to guide you as you continued to grind on top of him, he moved his hands up to cup your breasts, giving them a soft squeeze before pulling the edge of your tunic up until he couldn’t go any higher and you had to pull the piece of clothing off yourself. You leaned down to graze your teeth against the shell of his ear, leaving a gap between you that allowed him to unbutton his pants. He wriggled underneath you, trying to finish getting undressed without you having to get up. You took the opportunity to slide your hand beneath his boxers which got in his way but made him moan just like you wanted.

“You’re so always so impatient for me and yet you’re the only thing stopping me from being inside of you right now,”

You frowned, just beginning to tease, but reminding you that you could already be halfway to your high made you remove your hand and sit back on your heels. He just smiled and gave you a peck on your lips before removing and throwing his pants across the room, which took about half a second now that he was unhindered.

Apparently, he was under the impression that he was going to be on top again but you corrected him quickly by pushing his shoulders back and giving him passionate kisses up his chest until you reached his lips, enjoying the sensation of his beard.

Just like how he gave you no warning before plunging his fingers into you earlier, you wasted no time in slamming yourself down on his cock, causing him to throw his head back with a strangled moan that had him clapping his hand over his mouth to stifle it.

It was hot, sure, but it hurt a lot more. Past experiences should have taught you that you couldn’t take him without letting him take the time to adjust you first. Honestly, it was a little ridiculous to you, the fact that he was just so…big. When he saw you wince and cry out softly, he immediately sat up with concern.

“y/n,” He removed you from him gently and held your face, hugging you when he saw that your eyes were watering. You recovered quickly and began to giggle and he pulled back in confusion.

“I’m ok Obi, I just didn’t think that through as much as I should’ve. I wasn’t…ready for you,” you tried to put him at ease.

You knew he was processing your words until he raised his eyebrows in surprise with a small “Oh,” he chuckled a little after a moment, looking down and blushing slightly in embarrassment. “Do you want to stop?” he would stop immediately if you said yes, but you could tell that he was secretly hoping for a different response.

Not for the world.

He heard you in his head and his smirk said that he liked your answer very much.

Do you want me to help?

Saying yes would be to accept defeat and surrender your pretend title of master, but going back to being his “dear little one” didn’t sound so bad. Trying things was fun, but you preferred your dynamic.

Please?

Of course. Wouldn’t want to have to call a medic would we now?

I swear, your sass—

Did I say anything? I didn’t say anything!

You thought it and—

He cut off your playful little argument with a kiss and rolled you ever so carefully on your back, his hand cradling the back of your head. you stretched out your arms above you, trying to relax your body. He glided his hand along the smooth length of your arms, until he met your wrists, taking both of them in one hand. He lifted a leg over his hip and he pressed barely any of him inside you. He looked at you with concern until you let out a happy sigh, allowing him to let out the breath he was holding. You recognized the familiar pattern of him pushing in and pulling out, going deeper each time. It helped that you were absolutely soaked for him, to the point where each time he gave you more, it made you gush, coating the sheets. Inch by inch he stretched you out, using the force to communicate with you the whole time.

When he bottomed out and you felt him fill you all the way up in your stomach, he paused so both of you could relish the feeling. Afterward, you nodded at him to continue. He picked up his pace and you started to throb around him. You began to make what he would describe as “the prettiest noises he’d ever heard”, but it was only when you arched your back into him completely that assured him he didn't need to watch himself in case you got hurt. This confirmation led him to roll his hips in a certain way while he was still inside you, every ridge of his dick imprinting your walls. The hand not holding up your wrists pulled your knee over his shoulder, your leg going up in the air and toes curling as he continued.

You could tell he was trying to keep his moans quiet but it was getting hard so you kissed him as deep as you could so that he could release them fully, muffled against your lips. When they parted, he excitedly slipped his tongue in between them. The taste that came from your tongues twirling around each other was, to you, the sweetest in the world. Only when there was a need for air did you separate. A whine tried to escape you but it was successfully caught when you bit your lip.

“Darling, I want to look at you. My good girl just looks so pretty when she cums,” he told you when your eyes fluttered shut. Those words made you melt. It wasn’t without effort that you obeyed him, but it was worth it to see the blue in his eyes disappear behind his pupils. A few strands fell in front of them and you blew it out of his face seeing as how your hands were detained.

I love you.

I love you too.

He looked down at you in such a way that there was no doubt that he was all yours, and you hoped he noticed you looking at him the same.

He did, and it filled him with a joy that he had never felt possible until he fell in love with you.

“Master please!” you cried. If he wasn’t holding you down you would be thrashing, your body losing control of itself with each delicious thrust. Sparks crept up between your legs and you felt the shadow of an orgasm. When his teeth suddenly bumped against yours and each drag in and out of your cunt began to lose its rhythm, you knew he was close too.

Your lips smashed together and your forces wrapped around each other just before both of you peaked. The tips of your fingers and toes went numb, all blood rushing to your pussy. Both your brain and your pussy were flooded, the former with ecstasy and the latter with evidence of his. Your shared orgasm was so strong that your ears had a slight ring when you began to regain your senses. Both your muscles and your breathing grew heavy. You pushed his sweaty hair back before bringing your hand down to caress his cheeks, feeling more of his slight sweat on the edge of his beard. He leaned into your touch, pressing a kiss to your palm before rolling off of you.

Taking advantage of the now vacant space, you sprawled over the bed. The sound of liquid pouring and the padding of feet could be heard in the background.

“Up,” Obi-Wan said softly, a glass of water in his hand. Once you sat up, he lifted your chin with a knuckle and held it to your lips to drink. When you took it from him he parted your knees to have access between your legs for what was the third time today and probably not the last. Carefully pressing a damp cloth against your entrance, he cleaned up the mess he had made. He had filled you up to where it left excess of him to continue to leak out.

For you, aftercare was dedicated to admiring him and extending your feelings of gratitude through the force. He smiled softly at your messages while continuing. When he finished and disregarded the towel and set your cup down somewhere, he laid next to you, pulling the sheets up and over you.

With his remaining energy, he peppered your face with kisses until you hid your face in his chest. It was too early to go to sleep, so you just laid there in comfortable silence. You loved the feeling of his breath fanning against your forehead. He was actually trying to memorize your scent, wanting to remember what it was like to be close to you during his long missions away.

Right now though, he wasn’t on a mission. You were right here in the same bed as him, and he as going to hold on to this moment as long as he could.

[shadowmaat]

Open Letter

Dear @photomatt,

I am depressed. I'm discouraged. I am exhausted and burned out and so dang tired all the time. And you really aren't helping.

Look, I know tumblr is deeply in the hole and needs to make money. I know the upcoming Crabageddon isn't going to help as much as people hope it will. But watching tumblr cannibalize itself as it tries so hard to produce a blank, homogenized experience with a blank, homogenized interface just makes me want to cry.

Tumblr has been a refuge for me since 2011. It has changed a lot over the years (like, a LOT), but one thing it has always been- and one thing that has kept me coming back- is how unique it is. Sure, some things are clunky and if you kick the tires too hard they might fall off; or shower you with tubby custard; or start blasting Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley, but it was still a fun hellsite (affectionate) and I was glad to call it home.

These changes you're making? The ones you claim are necessary for the future of the site? You're killing everything that makes tumblr a fun and unique experience. You may be making it "easier" for everyone else to use (¹citation needed), but at the cost of the comfort of the long-time userbase. We are here because we like tumblr. Not tiktok, not twitter, but tumblr.

I know tumblrites have traditionally screamed about every little change since the site was founded, but there's a difference between making cosmetic tweaks and trying to change the fundamental nature of the site.

This isn't about a misplaced concern regarding the reverse-chrono feed, it's about having to manually go in and turn off "tumblr live" every seven days or risk seeing random tits at the top of my screen with every refresh. It's about making the dash look like twitter. It's about disregarding folks who've expressed issues with the lack of accessibility features. And trying to force sign-ups in order to view posts. It's about taking away a safe space and turning a hellsite (affectionate) into a hellsite (despairing).

You knew tumblr was a money pit when you bought it. The site has a reputation for being a money pit that sucks in investors and spits them out again poorer than they were. Now you're using that debt as an excuse to make sweeping changes without caring about feedback from the folks who actually use the site.

So many people have articulated the problems better than I could. People who know about social media and web infrastructure and all the other elements that go into managing a site like this- and the people that come along with it. They've pointed out the flaws, the misinformation, the corporate doublespeak. Some have even suggested alternatives that would maintain the integrity of what tumblr is while still offering a chance to make up the debt. But I get the sense that no one in the upper echelons is listening. That no one cares.

A few weeks ago I was sure we'd be able to outlast you and survive, but now I'm wondering if you're going to pull an Elon and make this place so uninhabitable (at least to long-term users) that we'll feel forced out. And that breaks my heart. I've been here for so long. I don't want to leave. But if you keep pressing forward with your efforts to make tumblr into metatwit-tok, I'll leave. And I'm sure I won't be the only one.

But I guess if all you care about is money then it doesn't matter; we'll be easily replaced by kids and influencers who want everything to be the same everywhere they go.

May your choices reap the dividends you deserve.

shadowmaat

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Would fangirl! Mikasa throw her panties at Rockstar! Eren while he's performing on stage? (Reviving Rockstar! Eren bc reasons)

OKAY! See fangirl Mikasa is cool, but when it comes to rockstar Eren I have a soft spot for manager Mikasa, like from that drabble I wrote where he proposes to her on stage lol and she's so shook about it 😂 Like responsible adult Mikasa taking care of her man child bestie that just LUCKED into fame, of course she had to follow him around the world and on tour. And Eren just fucking loves her lol.

Mikasa doesn't usually do this.

Scratch that she never does this.

It's not even in her repertoire of considerations but somehow, on her night off instead of catching up on sleep in the tour bus like she so desperately needs she finds herself changing from her slik pyjamas into something a little slinkier, a little more fun if that's the word. She finds herself in a black mini skirt, or perhaps it should be called a micro skirt with how short it is, a lacy red corset top that her boobs practically spill out of and the tallest combat boots she owns. They lace up her calves, falling just under her knees and she thinks the whole outfit looks badass, her makeup done to perfection, a perfect cat eye and looking at herself in the mirror she's a different girl. She's not tour manager Mikasa, or band manager Mikasa or Eren's childhood friend Mikasa, she's just Mikasa, hot, stunning rockstar's girlfriend, no fiancé Mikasa.

For once in her life the ring sparkling on her finger feels like it truly belong there, that she really is Eren's girl.

Not that there's anything wrong with her appearance or her normally more composed countenance but sometimes she feels wrong, like an imposter in her own life. And although Eren proposing and then stealing her off to be his had been a complete and total surprise she can't help but want to fit the role, even if it's only sometimes. So, instead of getting her beauty sleep like she'd told him she would, she wears blood red lipstick, toddles around in boots far too high and finds herself sneaking into the moshpit with her security clearance badge mid concert. With nowhere else to stuff her security pass she reluctantly stuffs it between the heavy mounds of her breasts.

There is a lull at the moment as the band prepares for their next set, Eren talking shit into the microphone above as Jean switches out his guitar for a different one and Armin changes up his keyboard settings.

It's a lull she's uniquely familiar with, one she's usually watching and cueing up from the other side of the curtains, headset on, counting how many minutes it takes, feedback for next time. But tonight, tonight it doesn't matter, she allows herself to fall into the sea of bodies, pushing her way to the front, she wants the whole experience tonight. The gleeful singing along to Eren's voice, the thrum of the music in her veins, no earplugs, unencumbered she can hear the raspy edge to his voice, let him work her up and take her down with every song. And he does, blasting into his next song with gusto, revitalized and fuelled by what she is sure is probably a whole redbull.

She jumps and sings, and to her battling dismay and happiness Eren doesn't seem to notice her, no matter that she's at the front, or that her tits are practically falling out of her shirt, he hasn't seen her yet and she's mostly glad for it. She's not sure what she'd do if he did something stupid like call her up on stage and give everyone a show. That would be embarrassing... right? And yet as he barrels into the next song, strumming guitar notes off to let Jean take the lead this time she can't help but want his attention, at least a little. Is he thinking about her at all, missing her backstage, their quick little intermissions where he always favours feeling her up and kissing her neck than hydrating properly. She always has to yell at him that redbull is not a food group and it is not the same as water! She misses it, just slightly.

Part of the problem with their relationship, for Mikasa at least is that for her it felt so out of left field. She'd had no idea he'd felt that way about her, hadn't been prviy to those feelings at all, and now that she has him, she's almost become greedy about it. It's so new to her she wants to have it all, to have as much of Eren as he'll give her, secret kisses, fucking her in the cramped bunks of the bus, against the wall of a gas station, in his oversized king bed the few times they've been allowed to go home.

He takes her breath away, she wants it all. So, for his attention to not be on her, to have not even noticed her, it's a little annoying. She's a little miffed she hasn't been noticed, she's her fiance, he should be able to spot her in a crowd, even if the crowd is thousands of people and she's hidden in the mess of the moshpit, using elbows just to keep her spot at the front, battling it out. She still expects to be noticed.

And yet as song after song goes on, edging toward their final set of the night, that last little break he still hasn't noticed her. And Mikasa will not stand for it. So, as Eren begins talking, his voice raspy with use now, that deep baritone that sends shivers down her spine as he teases some fan on the other side of the pit, Mikasa does something she's never done before, something she's sure Eren would never expect. As everyone else is focused on the witty conversation with a fan at the other end, Mikasa covertly slips her panties down her thighs, now thankful for her micro skirt and just how easy it is to slip them off, carefully pulling them over her boots, so as not to drop them.

They're a favourite of Eren's, a pair she'd been wearing when he'd left, when he'd bemoaned how unfair it was that he had to work instead of being buried between her thighs and Mikasa smirks as she holds the fabric in her hands. He should know exactly who they belong to. Then, as Eren heads back towards centre stage, she throws them at him, putting as much power behind the throw as possible, thanking god for the immense physical abilities that have always come so naturally to her.

To her great happiness they hit, landing right on his face, he was just close enough, about to chat up some other fan but now, now his vision is blurred by lacy blue. Eren chuckles as he pulls the fabric of his face, commenting casually, he hasn't noticed just yet, "We're feeling frisky tonight I see?"

The audience hollers, getting rowdy as Eren holds them up, examining them with great interest and she can pinpoint the exact moment he realizes just who those panties belong to. They're lacy, pale blue and strappier than she normally wears, cut high to fall on her hips and making the curve of her ass look exquisite. "Fuck," Eren hisses into the mic before he's turning to the crowd, his eyes scanning intently, and now, now Mikasa wants to hide a little from the intensity of that gaze, the pure hunger there, lust.

And as soon as he finds her, she rethinks it all, wants to turn tail and run because she's here, at his concert, all dresses up just for him, and now, not wearing panties, and she's not sure if Eren will be able to finish out the show without fucking her silly behind the curtain, because thats what those eyes are saying as they lock on, molten green and wanting.

His gaze trails up and down her form, noting everything he can see from his spot on stage, from how her breasts are practically falling out of her top, the makeup she's wearing, she's just happy he probably can't see the micro skirt.

His voice is thick now, full of lust as he holds up the panties, twirling them around his finger, playing it for the crowd as he steps towards her, "These are some nice panties, don't you think?" Eren holds up the lacy blue thong to show off to the crowd, where there are hoots of agreement and Eren smiles, all teeth, cutting and dangerous.

"They're pretty sexy too, I wonder who they belong to huh?"

Eren turns back tot he crowd, taunting her, his voice oozing fake curiosity, "Now has anyone seem my beautiful fiance tonight? I wouldn't want her feeling left out here." That crowd goes wild, for some reason they adore her, adore the relationship between Eren and his grumpy agent/girlfriend and now she's a little afraid as people around her start looking a little more, realizing the resemblance past all the eyeliner.

"You see everyone, she's not here with me tonight, she told me she needed a nap, so she's not back stage keeping me company like she usually is." The crowd continues to cheer and Eren chuckles darkly, "But I have a feeling she's still around, getting into some trouble, aren't you Mikasa?"

The crowd thrums with curiosity as Eren steps closer to her location, hopping down from the barrier of the stage, bypassing security guards and still talking, "She's kind of a brat you know, always wants my attention, even when I'm obviously busy." It takes him four strides and he's in front of her, taking more note of her outfit now that he can actually see her, and his eyebrow twitches at the length of her skirt, his hands twitching with the need to touch. "Hi Mikasa," he greets her, and she winces as the crowd goes crazy in behind her. She gives him a sheepish smile, not trusting herself to speak. "Baby are these yours?" He questions, holding up the panties, "Because if I recall correctly, these are what you were wearing when I--" She claps a hand over his mouth, her cheeks flushing red and Eren smiles, his tongue darting out to lick at her palm teasingly.

God she hates him. Actually, she loves him, she really fucking loves him, especially as his hands cup over her shoulders and then to her corset, just his touch is electric. The cameras are on them, showing them to the entire arena and now she's a little shy, a little embarassed, she just wanted to work him up a bit. Eren smiles, taking her hand he presses a quick kiss to her palm before he begins carefully maneuvering her past ravenous fans and to the nearest entrance between barriers. "Armin you wanna take over here buddy, I have to make sure my girl here exits the mosh pit safely." Armin laughs from above them, shaking his head fondly, and the camera pans to the blonde, "Yeah go ahead Eren i've got this. Now who wants a free t-shirt?" The crowd goes crazy again and thankfully, most of Eren's fans are kind enough to let her pass through the throng of the moshpit easily and Eren is able to get her up onto the stage and safely behind the curtains backstage.

He barely says anything before he's pressing her against the secluded wall, leaving his mic discarded on the ground nearby, his hands explore her greedily, the plump of her thighs, the weight of her breasts heaving with exertion. "I'm going to fuck you so hard later Mika you're gonna feel me for days." She shudders, nodding weakly as his teeth graze over her neck, "You look like my walking wet dream, god this fucking skirt." His hands trace over the micro skirt grazing her ass and her breath hitches.

“I thought you might like it,” she rasps out, an attempt at teasing but it falls short with how breathy her voice is, how obviously she wants him.

Eren chuckles darkly, “Oh I like it Miki.”

“You're gonna ride me while this skirt stays on baby, just like this, I wanna see your tits bounce, take this corset off with my teeth," he breathes out harshly and her cunt throbs at his words, god she needs him.

Her head drops back against the wall and he’s marking up her neck again, his teeth sinking in to suck at that spot where her shoulder meets her neck, the one he knows is sensitive, that asshole.

"Leave it on till I can get back to the tour bus okay?"

All she can do is nod in agreeement before he's on her. She's dazed as he kisses her, mouth pressing hard against hers, unrelenting as he takes her for all she is, his tongue slipping past her lips to tangle with her own. His hands grip her indecently, exploring as much as he possibly can before he has to go, deft fingers undoing some of the ties of her corset to cup one of her breasts. He groans as he finally comes into contact with the soft skin, his thumb caressing over her nipple. "You look so fucking pretty, you know that, you're so perfect Mikasa," he pulls back, breathing hard, "Way too good for me baby." She shakes her head, "Never." He smiles sharply, "I'll let you think that as long as it means I get to keep you.

He goes in for another bruising kiss, his one hand massaging her breast while the other slips down her thighs, checking to see if what he knows is true and he has to pull back as he finds what he expects, the apex of her thighs soaked and completely bare for him. He slips one finger in, just enough to stretch her out a little and Mikasa lets out a breathy little gasp at the feel of it, she hasn't had him in so long. They've been too exhausted, too many cities, too much driving.

"Fuck," Eren grunts, and they can hear Armin outside keeping up the ruse, but he needs to go back on soon, they both know it. Evidently though, Eren doesn't care because his green eyes open with renewed vigour as he slips his index finger inside her, slow sweet thrusts that have her going limp against the wall, "I need to make you cum baby." Mikasa nods, in a daze as his fingers pick up the pace, his thumb rubbing insistently at her clit, and his other hand never releasing her breast, his mouth joining so the other isn't left out. His mouth clasps around her nipple and her brain goes fuzzy with how much she needs him, her hands tangling in his hair as he suckles earnestly, long deep pulls that take her breath away while he fucks his fingers inside her with the same dedication he does his cock. Shit.

It doesn't take much honestly, she's been keyed up since she got to the mosh pit, Eren's voice has always done that to her, and Eren singing songs, songs she knows are usually about her if he's written them, well that does it to her even more. He's in his element on stage, handsome in nothing more than a threadbare black t-shirt and ripped faded black jeans, his muscles flexing with every strum of the guitar, of course she's fucking turned on.

He makes her cum quickly with harsh pressure on her clit and the unrelenting thrust of his fingers inside her, she clenches around him wishing it was his cock, broken little whines as Eren soothes her through it. "I know baby, you need more, but later okay, don't worry." He pulls back and Mikasa can barely stand against the wall, collapsing slightly and Eren has to help her stand upright. He licks his fingers clean, groaning at the taste, it's obvious he doesn't want to leave but Armin can only do so much stalling and they've been gone long enough already. "Thanks," she tells him softly and Eren lets out an abrupt laugh, reaching out to pinch her cheeks affectionately, "Baby I'll give you orgasms whenever you want."

She rolls her eyes and Eren smiles, a wide genuine one with all his teeth.

he's about to leave, she can tell, his eyes keep darting from their hiding place past the dark curtains to the stage, but Mikasa can't help but be selfish for just a few more minutes at least. "Did you like it then? Do I look like a rockstar's girlfriend?"

His eyes snap to hers then, beautiful emerald green and Eren softens, "Baby you look a rockstar's fiancée, you always do because you are, doesn't matter what you're wearing or what you're doing, if you've got those tight ass little pencil skirts on I love or if it's this, you're mine, every iteration of you I love." Her cheeks hurt with how hard she smiles, how she can't help it because it's true, he loves her, more than anything she knows. "But truthfully, this is fucking hot and I wasn't kidding, I want you in my bed, looking just like this when I'm done, dont change a thing okay, in fact," He pulls out his phone, like it's the most casual thing in the world and hands it to her, "Feel free to go through my nudes folder and get ready because you're not sleeping tonight." "Eren!" She chastises but he's already picking up his mic, leaving her with a wink, waving her blue fabric around, "And I'm keeping your panties!"

She hates him, but she also loves him, she loves him so much.

[frosty-the-killer-doll]

20 questions for fic writers - tagged by the lovely @supergirlboy !!!!!

How many works do you have on ao3?

98

What's your total ao3 word count?

274,783

What fandoms do you write for?

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

how do i look? (mm, frightful) - Heroes of Olympus

two rights can feel so, so wrong - Stranger Things

when the sun loves the moon - Wednesday

if flynn rider was out there, i'd probably reject him - Brooklyn 99

snow laughing matter - The Flash

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Of course! I want to let my readers know how much I appreciate their feedback 💕

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I couldn't decide between these three:

There’s a beautiful warmth in Felicity’s watery gaze when she talks about how straight-laced and good, how wonderful, Laurel had been as a teenager. Student body president, y’know! Always the smart kid you knew was going somewhere. Felicity hadn’t even known her back then, but that never really mattered. Laurel was sharp, kind, friendly— but she could hold her own. And she had, all her life, no matter what. Until… “Until... Damien Darhk.” Barry knows, at the vile hatred burning in Felicity’s tone at that name, he isn’t going to like this part of Laurel’s life story. And he’s right.

- finding out

Somewhere in the darkness of night, she makes the choice to leave. To run away from the monster, push past the angel, barely give any thought to the hunter. Tomorrow, when the sun comes up and her body works again… For now, she stirs in the memories of Randy’s blood and Salinger’s touch. She’s going to get out of here if it kills her.

- wounded

Khione will never know them. She wishes she got to know them. She wishes she could have been made for a different purpose. She wants to be the one that hears Frost inside her head and listens to Caitlin’s bad singing. Khione is grieving the lives she never led, but the lives that her body remembers so loyally. She doesn’t remember them. But that means she’ll never forget them.

-- and if it had to perish twice

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

maybe this oldie from smoak signals?

Laurel looked around at all these people. She’d known so many of them for years. Some were still strangers to her. She wouldn’t pass up this night for the universe. Even if she could go back to Earth-Two, she loved that so many of the people around her were alive and happy because of Prime. Eddie Thawne didn’t have to die to ensure Eobard’s defeat. Here, Barry didn’t have to break Patty’s heart. Livewire wasn’t just undead, but she was genuinely a force of good. Here, William had siblings—not blood ones, but blood didn’t matter much to them. He chose to be the brother of Zoe Ramirez and Ruby Arias, the polywogs. Maybe things weren’t always perfect. But as far as Laurel was concerned, this overwhelming linked group of outcasts was her perfect family. She loved them all, so, so, so fucking much, she didn’t know how to put it into a sentence. And she didn’t even know some of their names. That was amazing.

Do you get hate on fics?

bitch, every time I post about Max Mayfield. Her haters are alive and well in the comments of any ao3 fics that portray her in even a somewhat positive light

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I've written smut literally once and it's kinky Smoaking Canarrow threesome. I would love to write more smutty works...

Do you write crossovers?

Assuming we're not counting crossovers between media that exists in the same universe, not generally, but I did manage to sneak Crazy Jane of the Doom Patrol into an Arrowverse fic!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

shit not that I know of

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so?

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

RAO no

What’s your all-time favorite ship to write for?

:3 teehee

What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

probably bare my old, diseased soul. I haven't touched it in years; I've lost interest in soulmate AUs, even polyamorous ones that star my darling Caity.

What are your writing strengths?

shrug emoji

What are your writing weaknesses?

it's hard to spell things right when you're dyslexic so I fear there are spelling and grammar errors in some places, tho I try to reread my works a shitton to fix any I may find before posting

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

make sure to always research the shit outta whatever you're trying to say!

First fandom you wrote for?

if writing multiple novel-length fics based on the adventures of my Warrior Cats OCs counts, then Warriors. Considering those works featured literally no actual Warrior characters, I like to say The Flash.

Favorite fic you’ve written?

true to form, a fluffy pre-relationship Killersnow~

UM UM UM let's tag @the-feral-gremlin and @icedteaandoldlace and @laurensxdeath

[capitalism-and-analytics]

I’m in my last year as an undergrad (economics major) and I scored an interview with McKinsey for post-grad analyst position. I go to the top school in Canada and did two internships in banking (RBC). I am also a RA right now. Now this is all information that’s available on my CV. I was wondering if you have any advice on how to nail a consulting interview? I’m very shy in real life so I am definitely afraid of that. At RBC, my manager called me “a little mouse” meaning I don’t talk but I get the work done. Thank you, appreciate your blog

I’m in my last year as an undergrad (economics major) and I scored an interview with McKinsey for post-grad analyst position

Congratulations!

I go to the top school in Canada and did two internships in banking (RBC). I am also a RA right now. Now this is all information that’s available on my CV.

All very good!

I was wondering if you have any advice on how to nail a consulting interview? I’m very shy in real life so I am definitely afraid of that.

Well the behavioral interview I think there is plenty of advice/tips online; every big company wants the same stuff, so just look up most common behavior questions and practice them in mass. Ideally practice them with someone, especially strangers if possible, which seems very difficult, but will prepare you the best. I say this as someone who was VERY shy too when I first started my career and rarely spoke at meetings unless called upon. Now I go into meetings without preparation and lead them without much anxiety.

Something I will also suggest that isn't necessarily exclusively a MBB thing, but the interviewers at more competitive companies frequently do...

Poke holes in your resume...so make sure you can answer this:

Why do you think [Insert anything from your resume] would make you a better fit for this role?

This is important because I know a lot of students have fluff on their resume (which is expected), but you will have to be able to defend it and anything on your resume is fair game.

"It says here that you were a member of your business fraternity?"

"It says here that you were on the track team at your university?"

"It says here that you volunteered at the local Food Kitchen?"

All of which are perfectly acceptable things to have on your resume, but you still have to be able to give good answers as to why that matters for the role. It trips up a lot of talented people who focus heavily in prepping answers on their work experience or education.

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As for the case-study questions, once again practice practice practice. Try to look up any available online, write-up responses, post it on /r/consulting and get people to give you feedback. Redo as many times as you can until you get no more feedback or feel that the feedback is no longer valuable. Then try to incorporate what you've learned into your response. Obviously, you'll still have to verbally explain it live during the interview, but being confident in the content will make it less stressful for you.

Hopefully that helps :)

[asskylosaurus]

I love that tumblr mobile keeps asking me if I like the app no matter how many times I tap the frowny face and refuse to give feedback.

It's like if I went to the same restaurant every day and ordered hundreds of dollars worth of food every day and ate it entirely alone and every week the manager comes by to ask me how I'm enjoying it and I pause my ravenous feasting for a second just to tell them,

"It's fucking shit and I hate you on a personal level."

And before they can ask me for feedback I'm already back to shoveling food in my mouth.

[ivy90com]

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[at1nys-blog]

Please may I have a Blue exorcist angst headcanon of unfortunate circumstances of how Rin would react when he finds out that his girlfriend's parents were victims of the illuminati experiments and they were zombies and dead and she took it pretty badly..they died when she was 6 and it turned out they were experiments in the illuminati organisation and they died as a result as their lab rats. She just cried in Rin's arms at the death of her parents and the unfortunate circumstances surrounding this and it was unfortunate and a horrible circumstance in so many ways.

The characters from the pervious request I sent..who would react quite badly as well to her tears and the unfortunate circumstances surrounding this..(excluding Renzō).

https://www.tumblr.com/at1nys-blog/744485256545124352/please-may-i-have-a-blue-exorcist-headcanon-of-rin?source=share

https://youtu.be/qoz3kBxdsPk?si=_GCDGJ_giY7nazoX (go to 0:47 of when she cried)

Making this when they get to Peaceful Inari so Izumo's gonna be different. Fun fact I never learned the Illuminati's scientist's name and I had to open another tab so I can check when I need to use his name.

A/N: I wrote once a hc for OP because I kept talking about it with a friend and I thouht that would be the last time I wrote such a thing but now? Why is so fun writing those????? Also, feedback is appreciated :)

Mission is easy: Saving Izumo Kamiki and Shima Renzo from the Illuminati

What to expect: enemies to attack you

What not to expect: past traumas punching you in the face.

The second you enter the Illuminati's hq you are surronded by human zombies

and while everyone fights you just... drop on your knees because of the magic of ✨Trauma✨

Everyone is confused why are you doing NOTHING when you are supposed to either fight or find a way to survive this

But... you are crying???

Yukio Okumura's HC

Yukio knows

Of course he does. You have told him about it he asked you why you wanted to become an Exorcist

Yes, he didn't know the details of how your parents died but still

drops in front of you because he wants to hear what you have to say

Shoots at some zombies in the meantime

When you tell him about your parents he is furious????Like who would do such a thing????

But doesn't show it much on the outside

When you cry into his arms makes sure the two of you are safe and let's you a couple of minutes before reminds you about the mission

doesn't leave your side

Not even when they try to seprate you

Rin Okumura's HC

Boy is as confused as everyone else

Why are you not fighting????

Every zombies he "takes down" he checks up if you are fine, spoiler: you are not

Comes closer to make sure the zombies don't get at you but still stands up to fight a couple of them

Bon assures him he can talk to you, he will protect you

doesn't know if to ask you what is happening or wait for you to talk

when you tell him his blood is boiling and he wants nothing more than to find this Gedoin and tear this place down

You have to stop him because now the only thing you want to do is crying in his arms (he gives the best hugs not gonna lie)

He let's you be

As Yukio would never leave your side but manages to fail when you get separeted

Hopes you are doing fine and that Kuro gets to you first (Kuro does)

Ryūji Suguro’s HC

He wants to scold you so bad because you can't do that RIGHT NOW you are on a mission for God's sake

But at the same time wants to know what the hell is going on. Asks Rin to protect you two.

He doesn't know what to say, nor think for that matter, when you tell him about your parents

When you start crying he is more lost

He doesn't know how to comfort you, he never did it before

Keeps silent while you cry in his arms

Mentally noted to take special care when fighting this Gedoin

WIPES AWAY YOUR TEARS AND TRIES TO MAKE A JOKE WHICH MAKES YOU GIGGLE A LITTLE

Checks up on you and smiles when you are back into "badass Exorcist" again

Promises you, he is treating you to your favorite food/resturant

Konekomaru Miwa’s HC

Very confused and it shows

Kinda forgets about the zombies

Asks you why aren't you fighting, goes :O when you tell him about your parents

Lets you cry in his arms while the fight is going on around the two of them (I totally pictured the scene in my mind through a meme...)

Asks you if you can fight. If yes, makes sure you are doing fine; if not makes it his personal mission to keep you safe without too much help from the others (my hcs is that he isn't as weak as he think he is)

He finds it hard to attack them now because what if they are your parents?

When he gets out of his prison his first thought is to find you

He might not be able to comunicate with Kuro but tries his best to make him understand that he HAS to safe you first

Hugs you when he sees you because he is glad you are fine (he is pessimistic at heart and might or might not have thought you lost all hope to survive)

Try and leave his, or Kuro's side. No, I am serious good luck. He won't let you out his sight nor anywhere away from that cat

Shiemi Moriyama's HC

Realizes something is off before everyone elses

The second she sees you on your knees tell Nee-Chan to create a protection field so you aren't reached from the zombies

Gives you time, but the second you start crying?

She is next to you immediatelly

Unlike the others she is focused on you and only you, forgets where you are honestly

When you tell her about your parents, starts crying with you

Strokes your hair and back whispering that everything is okay

Might start singing or reciting a poem because that is what her mother does when she is sad

Wipes away your tears

Shiemi: I like you better when you smile, even though when you cry you are cute too

Kamiki Izumo's HC

She finds out about your parents at the hospital

She is mad at Shiemi because she is crying

And confused at your lack of interaction.

You tell her you feel sorry for what happened to her mother

Oh now she is mad again because how can you understand what she is going through, uh?

Back at crying because now you have to relive that day AGAIN

Izumo is taken aback, she never saw you crying before. She doesn't know what to do.

She finds herself in your bed, holding your hand while you tell her your story

Looks at Shiemi for advice but she just tells her to be there and listen

“😳” at first when you cry on her arms but then she would loosen it up and stroke your back

[kenobster]

For the ask game! 💫 🎉 💞 🍭 🎙️(Hope that's not too many 😅 I love your writing!)

It's never too many, it fulfills my lust for validation, as does your very kind compliment. XD Thank you for the ask! ❤️

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

Unfortunately, my favorite kind of comment is one that can't be easily replicated, hahah. XD I get a sense of whether my writing is good (aka effective at what I was attempting to convey) if the comments match what I expected readers to feel. For example — since I expected people to feel horrified and anxious while Obi-Wan's shock collar was activated in chapter 7 of Five Peggats Each, the terror in almost everyone's comments was very emotionally satisfying to me. For an example of the opposite — in chapter 2 of Every Shadow, I was actually really surprised that nobody mentioned how hard Anakin was trying; thus, I started to wonder if I hadn't properly conveyed that (or if him whipping out his lightsaber had contradicted it to a greater extreme than I originally planned).

Note: I loved all the comments on chapter 2; this is just a gauge I use to understand the effectiveness of my writing and how it's being perceived. Any failure to portray Anakin correctly to my vision was mine lmao; no one can take that away from me. XD

In other words, my favorite kind of comment is the one that manages to pierce through the veil and speak to my very soul. My favorite kind of comment is written by someone who has literally read my Brainthoughts™ unfiltered via my writing alone. So, if you're aiming to regularly give me my favorite kind of feedback, good luck with that, hahaha. (Though honestly, I really appreciate knowing how people react, even if unexpected, because then it helps me improve my writing for next time! So even if a reader can't telepathically communicate with me lmao, literary analysis is still very favored.)

Also I can't be asked this question without stating my favorite comment ever lmfao which is: "Anakin, I mean this in the most understanding, empathetic way possible… You’re an ungrateful little bitch." Which, if you've read chapter 2 of Five Peggats Each, this is fucking hilarious. 🤣 I'll never forget it. ❤️

🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)

Never lmao.

One time, when I was younger, I read a writing craft book by an author I found pretty humorous. One chapter asked the aspiring writer to consider what they fear. "Some people fear failure. Others fear success... yeah, I still haven't managed to figure that one out." Ten-year-old me found this hilarious. Joke's on me though because now, twenty years later, I am exactly the kind of writer who fears success. :') And I, too, haven't managed to figure it out.

I'm insecure; thus, I crave validation. If I don't get validation when I post something, I will cry ugly crocodile tears. (In other words, please don't think the solution to what I'm about to say is to stop commenting, lol; I'm a ho and I love you.) At the same time, I am anxious! So, if I do get validation, I will cry ugly panic-attack fears. It doesn't matter if the feedback is positive or negative — the more I get, the more the terror paralyzes me. For the life of me, I do not know why this is the case. I love comments, I want comments; I love feedback, I want feedback. For some reason, my body just immediately goes into fight-flight-freeze-fawn, without my brain's consent lol.

Luckily, after the first week or so, the anxiety fades, and I feel very proud while I remember every single kindhearted and wonderful comment I got — without feeling like my heart is gonna skyrocket into the astral plane. By then though, the celebration period has passed lmao. So yeah, I don't really do that part. Though, I guess I do have a ritual of sending my chapter to my mom and hearing her thoughts while we get ice cream after... So that's pretty nice, and I like it. :')

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

Really, I couldn't care less about things like grammar and typos lol.

For me, the most important part of a story is that it's doing something different. In some way, it has to be doing something that hasn't been done before. There are so many ways a story can do this and many times it can be done purely just by being your own unique self. In other words, this is not a contradiction to the "two cakes" logic. Unless you're literally plagiarizing someone else's writing, the way you have made the second cake will always be new and different, purely because it was made by someone who is new and different.

I do think people often shy away from their own uniqueness when they're writing. There are an unfortunate amount of jokes about fic being "too self-indulgent," and many novice writers seem to think that their oddities and quirks make them weird or unpalatable to readers. They are absolutely wrong — those oddities and quirks are actually what make their writing most appealing! Being self-indulgent should be the goal. If you're not weirding the fuck out of people by being bizarrely interested in one specific thing, then what you're actually doing is trying to fit yourself, as a triangle, into a circle mold. If there are no triangle molds in existence, that's fine — carve one out for yourself. :)

In short, be a freak. Be a weirdo. The weirder and freakier you are, the more readers you will draw, and the more passionate your writing will become. Absent of passion, stories are bland and dull and tired. For me, the most important part of a story is the way it lets me empathize with an author who is radically different from the rest.

🍭why did you start writing?

I started writing the second I knew how to hold a pencil — like "yeah they knew I was a creep, since the day I was born" lol. Maybe instead, let's say why I started writing fanfiction. I've written fic since I was a teenager but the last few years, I've grown an intense appreciation for the genre. Ursula K. LeGuin is an author whose style is so wonderful to me, mostly in that she revisits and revisits and revisits and revisits. Truly, her work was very much like fanfiction of her own past work in many ways. The freedom of fanfiction to innovate and improvise the structure of a story (even one's own story) without the approval of a publishing company (or societal expectations) is something that's really hard to find in other spaces. So I like fanfic, and, though I sometimes cycle through fandoms, I'm very much here to stay.

🎙️which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of?

The prose in Five Peggats Each is actually something I've worked very hard at — particularly in giving a rhythm to the words. One that is easy to hear and audibly pleasing. I would love if someone was interested in doing that. :') Especially because then I could listen to the total whumpiness of chapter 7 with my own ears. It's my favorite. I've forever peaked lol.

Relevant sidenote: I sent my brother some excerpts of my writing recently (specifically the excerpt in the summary of Every Shadow and the musician/cantina paragraphs near the beginning of chapter 6 of Five Peggats Each), and he was like "dude, this would be an incredible audiobook" which made me super happy. :')

[sungbeam]

HEYYYYYYY

To start off, phew, that pintrest post had me going DELULUUUUUUUU like jeez miss Molly Burford you def had some INSANE ideas/pos cause I read that whole thing like it was a small Changmin fic in and of itself and it just goes to show how strong literature can really be and how much emotion you can convey with just the smallest bit of writing like- *sobs*

AND YEAH RIP YOU WERE RIGHT QUANTUMANIA SUCKED LOWKEY 😭

Onto watch Hawkeye tho 😼🤭

AND YASSSSS I GOT INTO TBZ PRETTY RECENTLY (roar era 💀) BUT THE CONCEPT FOR MAVERICK WAS EVERYTHING TO ME I SWEAR LIKE I WAS GENUINELY LIKE, JAWDROP, WHEN I SAW THE TRAILER LIKE THE MUSIC, THE CUTS, CHANGMIN’S ENDING SCENE PHEW LIKE OUR MEN CAN A C T

I still go back to just watch the teaser cause it’s genuinely so cool to me and I just wished they did more with the concept cause it was such an interesting storyline BUT THE BE AWAKE/BE AWARE STORYLINE WAS ALSO PRETTY INTERESTING AND I CAN DO A FULL DISSERTATION ON IT I SWEAR LIKE, IN THIS ESSAY I WILL- 🤓☝️

But yeah I basically just started with tbz yet I somehow managed to get almost all the maverick album photocards so lowkey proud of myself, thanks mercari 🤭

And yeah with GOTG3 Floor was actually a bunny rabbit 😭 the way she moved like a spider freaked me TF out tho 💀 but yesss they were so cute and it just felt bad seeing them cause being experimented on was basically all that they knew and they were so happy to escape but then… yeah 😭

And LORDDDDD right when they were escaping and Floor started freaking tf out and kept repeating the same sentence was when I started sobbing RFYUTFJBJ FELT A LIL GOOFY DOING IT IN THE THEATRE BUT OH WELL

AND YES (omfg take a shot every time I say ‘and’ 💀) YOU’RE SO RIGHT ABT YOUR WRITING STYLE like I thought it was only me that thought your writing is almost cinematic?? Not bc of the scene or act titles or anything tho like I can’t really pinpoint how it feels cinematic but it does and I’m SO obsessed with it cause I usually imagine fics to play out as if I’m watching a movie [it’s smth I do with books too like I’ve always just had an insane imagination that I’m v v proud of (like thank you brain for giving me smth useful for once 🙄☝️/j)]

But yeah (take a shot every time I say ‘yeah’ 💀) your writing style just makes it way more easier for me to digest bc of my overactive imagination HEBUHDBRH

YAS I DO LOVE TXT AND BEOMGYU IS MY BIAS HEHEHE 🤭 Tae and Kai have been wrecking me fr tho PHEW but AHHH a lot of superhero aus typically don’t have the reader as a superhero so that’ll be super refreshing to see! :o

KEEP THE SUPERHERO AUS COMING THO CAUSE I *DO* LIVE FOR THEM unfortunately I haven’t seen moon knight, ms marvel, OR shangchi BUT THEY WILL BE ADDED TO THE LIST TRUST and phew superhero Kev with his white hair ARGH MAIN CHARACTER FR 😵‍💫

OH NAURRR THE CHANGMIN FIC TOO GOSH SOMEONE TAKE CHANGMIN AWAY FROM YOU CAUSE YOU *WILL* END UP DESTROYING MY HEART(/jk jk) but I can see it right now not even gonna lie like I’m kind of envisioning the almost nostalgic vibe of a late 90s-early 00’s anime (idk if the link will work cause I’m on mobile but kind of like this scene from Mysterious Girlfriend X https://images.app.goo.gl/Huz8NDfpAajF7iC37) like I always get that warm nostalgic vibe WHENIGND SORRY IF THAT’S NOT WHAT YOU WERE TALKING ABT AT A L L 💀

Also, confession time, I was also a CHRONIC ghost reader that would just like (mostly cause I didn’t know that reblogs actually mattered as much as likes-) but I have seen so so many amazing blogs disappear or go inactive due to the lack of reblogs, likes, feedback, or basically ANY interaction :( I’ve changed my ways now even though I’m still not sure if I’m doing my reblogs properly but I guess I didn’t realize how much feedback or reblogs actually matter to people until I saw how my OWN motivation improved when I receive feedback or praise. Especially when I’m struggling with my mental health, someone telling me that I did something right makes me feel SOOOOO much happier than a singular like does. So now I prefer sending anon asks to authors just so I can communicate how much I appreciate their work cause honestly if I was a writer then I’d love to hear what people would have to say abt my fics, no matter if the feedback is negative (as long as it’s constructive and not mean-) or positive, it’s still better than nothing. So I completely get you bro and I genuinely hope that more people come to the same realization that I did 😭🫶 like I promise guys, a little feedback goes a long way and helps more than you think it can!

- Love you more than yesterday, but less than tomorrow, 🌷 anon

🌷 I LITERALLY SCREECHED AND GIGGLED ALOUD WHEN I SAW UR MESSAGE AKFNSJDJ HI BFFIE 🥰🥰🥰

plsss IKR kdnskdnkd ykw that's just what these men do to me 😔😌 make me so utterly irrevocably irredeemably delusional 🤩🤸‍♀️ i too JUST got into the boyz so ur not alone haha :')) i go into them just a couple months before roar era !! so like the standstill in btwn but yeah, the be awake concepts were SO FIRE 😩🤘🏻 i was so so so excited for it to come out and WE WERE NOT DISAPPOINTED IN THE SLIGHTEST !! (like we were w quantumania 😬) WAIT HELLO U HAVE ALL THE MAVERICK CARDS ALREADY???(@;@*@((@9@*#; WHAT SORCERY WKFJEKDM i didn't buy anything from maverick era but i did buy like a mystery pack of pcs someone was selling off instagram and got a couple pcs to start my section of them 😔😔 but i think after buying be awake im trying to not buy anymore of that stuff :'))))

NO CUZ THE WHOLE ROCKET BG STORYLINE WAS SO SAD SKXNSKDN I DIDNT EXPECT THAT I LITERALLY HATE THAT ITS SO SAD AND DARK LIKE??? im so glad my man rocket was SOLIDIFIED as an absolute genius now tho, that's so cool for him even tho it was bc of that wicked fkn high evolutionary trash 😭😭 floor's voice and actions and appearance combined were so scary PLS 💀 she's an absolute sweetheart but my goodness gracious, she will be someone's sleep paralysis demon—

OMG 🥺🥺🥺 BESTIE UR FEEDING INTO MY EGO SKCNKEMD i sometimes do write like im directing a scene instead of writing a fic/novel (´Д⊂ヽit's like a really bad habit cuz it doesn't allow me to flesh it out, but if u remember from the changmin fic otr, in the scene right after they confessed, changmin calls chanhee and it cuts right to yn's actions, and i was literally just imagining it as like a very abrupt scene break 2kfnskfjkdkd AND in that same fic and wavelength, in the cherry blossom quad scene at the end where changmin says "we never did get to finish that duet", i just imagine the scene ending with them looking at each other with the quad in the bg and the screen fades to black and he says the line OR it ends with like a close-up of how close their hands r to touching or smth— im telling u,,,, i literally think abt EVERYTHING as a movie sequence 😭😭😭 i could prob tell u what angle the proverbial camera is in for each scene 💀

STOP CUZ BEOMGYU IS MY BIAS TOO 😭😭😭😭 I LOVE THAT MAN W ALL MY HEART FRFR taehyun has been wrecking tho lately @_@ LIKE ,,, all of txt needs to chill w going to the gym, that's all im gonna say......... OMG I WILL WATCH THAT CLIP IN A MOMENT JSFNJDNDN BUT I STARTED WRITINF SOME OF THE SLOW DANCING FIC AND IDK WHAT THE VIBE IS COMPLETELY BUT I WILL LYK IF THE CLIP U SENT MATCHES IT ONCE I GET TO WRITING MORE TRUST o7

i too used to be a chronic ghost reader 😭😭😭 i had an old account where i tried writing, but i never really interacted with ANYONE and i thought that reblogs were just for people who went above and beyond 😭😔 but then when i started gaining more traction on this new acct, i realized how much reblogs really did matter and how tumblr apparently does run on them 🤧🤧 but yeah, i do appreciate u coming into my ask box all the time !!! this and/or reblogging,,, i appreciate both VERY DEEPLY :'))

TULIP, U HAVE A WAY W WORDS (´Д⊂ヽ if that's a quote from somewhere else, we can pretend u came up w it 🤩🤸‍♀️ love u lots 💖 more than 3000

[dumpdaily]

Ever since the dawn of my creation

Or so it feels

I have been pouring myself out for everybody else. All of my flatmates that I've had except for one I was paying above and beyond my share I was earning less than them yet I was still the one paying for everything. So many things that I've given to others without much thanks in return. I don't expect much. I just want to be told when something isn't appreciated. Instead of pouring out everything wasting so much time money and if it into things that turns out that I am the only person that cares about. So I'm stuck here taking every bit of positive feedback and doing whatever caused that to the absolute maximum. Only to find out that just because somebody's giving me some form of positive feedback doesn't mean they give a s*** about anything I've actually done. So I'm stuck here looking at all of these things that I have poured out made or bought or whatever for people. And I'm stuck with all these things that they don't care about and I'm stuck being left behind time and time again being cast aside for trying too hard or being too creepy or just boring.

So I tried to do something nice. And every time I'm told with all of these actions taken against me that when I try so hard no matter what I do it's never good enough. I'm never told what people actually want and so I'm stuck. And every time I ask nobody has the balls to tell me that sure these things are nice but they don't want it coming from me. I don't think I will either be anything other than lonely and perpetually in a state of despair desperately reaching it out with every ounce of my being to be positive because I need something that the world cannot give me and if only I could be someone to somebody.

So instead I keep on making the same mistakes because I need to feel good about something I need somebody even if it's for the first five seconds that I put everything I am out even if it's just for a moment as I sacrifice myself so completely.

I know as well as you do that I am talking to the vast open space that is the internet. I know as well as you do that it doesn't matter what I do what I say I will be drowned by the share number of words like an avalanche descending upon every waking eyeball. This space here for me is as empty as all of the other spaces with all of the other voices that are equally reaching out desperate to be heard but won't be.

It should be no secret that I am quite the suicidal person at heart. But I'm also very persistent. I honestly don't know how I've managed to survive this long. With my deteriorating physical state I'm not sure I will survive much longer.

I genuinely doubt that I will ever find somebody that I can connect with because every time I think that maybe I found a connection it's like I am desperately trying to force a puzzle piece into a place where it doesn't belong time and time again muddying the edges desperate to try make something work to fill in space between the lines to pretend that there's loneliness and disconnect so normal like everyone else is like it's not from a lifetime of neglect and abuse and repeated behaviors of other people towards me treating me over and over again like they always do.

It would be so much easier to pay for a friend...

[multific]

Mistake

Patrick Bateman x Reader

Summary: After finding out that you were pregnant, you only saw one option and that is to run away from your husband.

As soon as the doctor said ‘pregnant’ you knew you needed to do something. You knew how possessive Patrick can be.

You feared he might hurt the baby.

And so, you decided to leave him.

One day, when he went to work, you got back to your shared apartment and packed your things. You left a note behind, letting him know you needed to get away and that he shouldn’t look for you. And you left.

Although it broke your heart, you knew you needed to do this, for your child.

‘For the baby.’ you often said this in your head as you left. As you packed your things and as you got into the taxi.

You loved Patrick, so so much it hurt. But you also knew that if he was to flip, he might hurt the baby, and you couldn’t let that happen.

Patrick was an incredibly jealous person. If someone was to even look at you the wrong way, he would kill them.

If you imagine that possessiveness with a baby, who would take up most of your time, your mind always went to dark places.

You tried to convince yourself that he is better than that, that he would be happy with a baby.

But the dark thoughts didn’t leave you alone. 

Not even when you left.

If anything it got worse.

You were now all alone, with a baby under your heart and a husband you left behind. You couldn’t look into the mirror.

There wasn’t a moment when you didn’t think about Patrick. The amazing moments you had together and how genuinely happy you were. You were the only person besides himself whom he cared about. But then why did you leave? Why did your instinct tell you to get as far away from him as you can when you learned about your baby?

Was it fear? 

More than just fear. 

But deep down you were ashamed. Not because of your pregnancy or because of Patrick. You were ashamed that you felt the need to run away from your husband in a moment like this, you felt like something was wrong with you for feeling this way.

Moving into a new city had its advantages and disadvantages. 

You started using your maiden name again, but the gorgeous engagement and wedding ring you received from Patrick was always on your finger.

After all, you still loved him.

***

Eight months later, you were living in a nice apartment, with a healthy baby under your heart growing every day, bigger and bigger.

The doctor told you that you are having a boy. You were thrilled.

You got everything for him already and his room was ready as well. Although you didn’t have much money, you managed to buy everything he will ever need.

And soon, your son was born.

Beautiful, healthy baby boy.

Nicholas Y/L/N was born during the summer, July 5th.

The most beautiful baby you have ever seen. He was just the cutest.

Of course, you had been holding him for barely a minute but you already noticed features he got from his father, at least he had your nose.

***

Having a baby was harder than it seems.

Nick constantly woke up in the middle of the night, seemingly for no reason. He wanted to be held at all times, nurtured, and craved attention. And it was normal.

You barely got any sleep, but every single time he smiled, giggled, or laughed, you forgot everything else. All that mattered was his toothless little smile.

You stayed mostly at home, only leaving the apartment to the store once a week. Then you had to bring him back to the doctor so she could check on him. The doctor was wonderful. She explained everything and even talked to you about vaccinations and when you will have to bring Nick in for those. 

You started to forget Patrick, only your son’s eyes reminded you from time to time, but you started to be happy again

Happy with your little man.

But then things changed.

One day, while Nick was in the bedroom and you were making lunch, the doorbell rang.

If you knew who it was, you probably didn’t open the door.

But you didn’t check through the peephole, so, you came face to face with him.

He looked the same as you left him.

Handsome, hair done to perfection, his Armani suit didn’t have one crease in it and his Dior perfume caught your nose.

“Patrick...” suddenly all the fear you had during the nine months, came back at the same time. 

“Found you.” he simply said.

You noticed something in his hand. A piece of paper.

“Are you going to let me in?” he asked and you didn’t know what to do, you were frozen in one place, heart hammering so hard you feared a heart attack.

“W-What do you want?” you tried to look strong at you clanged onto the door.

You honestly don’t remember letting him in, and yet here he was sitting in front of you at your table.

He placed the paper in his hand in front of you

The paper was scrunched, torn a little at some places and the ink on it was certainly old.

“I read the letter you wrote,” he said pointing at the paper. “I read it over and over. ‘I can’t go on like this.’ ‘I love you, but...’ and it doesn’t make any sense. You were happy. You were mine. I bought you everything you wanted. Why did you leave?”

His voice was very collected. It was alarming, but you soon realized he is not there to hurt you.

“How did you find me?”

“Tim was on a business trip here and he said he saw you. Why did you leave Y/N?”

You took a deep breath, tears threatening to fall.

“I-” you were immediately interrupted by a loud cry. Your eyes widened as you looked from the door back to Patrick.

“A baby?” you heard him ask as you rushed out of the kitchen into your son’s room.

You got him into your arms and started bouncing him. Nick slowly quieted down as you turned and found Patrick watching you from the doorway. You heard the cogs in his head turn as he looked at the baby.

“How old is he?” was the question he asked but he didn’t move.

You were afraid to answer.

“Two months.” you ended up saying after a long pause.

“So, he’s mine.” you watched Patrick closely, but he didn’t move, didn’t show emotion on his face, but his eyes, his eyes said it all.

He was angry and concerned. You could tell suddenly the letter you left behind made sense to him.

“Let’s talk in the kitchen,” you said as you placed the now sleeping Nick into his crib.

Patrick moved back as you closed the door behind yourself.

With a shaky breath, you walked back into the kitchen and plopped down on the chair.

You know there was no point in hiding it now.

All you could hope for is that Patrick wouldn’t hurt you.

“I want my baby to have a fair chance in life, and I couldn’t give it to them if I stayed with you,” you said as he sat down on his chair.

“Why are you saying that?” his voice was dangerously calm and collected.

“I was afraid okay? I couldn’t stop thinking about you hurting the baby.” tears were running down your face, you felt a pain in your chest. 

Patrick sat down on the couch, letting out a long sigh. He was angry, but he was good at hiding it.

“I wouldn’t have.” he finally said.

And it shocked you.

He sounded so sincere, even hurt by the accusation. 

“I told you, many times, I could never hurt you.”

“I know. But a baby is...different. Nick takes up all of my time. I know how possessive you can be. I know how jealous you can be and what you can do. I wouldn’t want that to happen.”

Patrick leaned back in his chair.

“His name is Nick?”

You nodded once. “Nicholas Y/L/N.” 

“We are changing that to Bateman. He’s my son, he should have my name,” he said as a matter of fact. “I thought when you left that you found someone or you had enough of my... habits.”

“No, that wasn't why, and I’m sorry. I should have told you. But the scenarios kept on coming out of nowhere and I couldn’t...”

“Apology accepted. Now pack your things and the baby stuff. My wife and son deserve more than this...place.” he said looking around with a disgusted expression. You watched him leave the kitchen but you didn’t move. Everything was so fast.

After a long minute, you stood up and headed to your room, as you passed Nick’s room, you noticed the door was open.

As you looked inside you saw Patrick standing by the crib with one hand stocking Nick’s chubby cheeks. 

As you looked at your husband you soon realized what a mistake you made when you left him.

You were so scared before but as you watched the man who you married to be so gentle with your son, you knew, you can do this.

And so, you moved along to your bedroom to pack your things so the three of you can be a family.

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