#and then fit is free to live with his totally-just-a-roommate

[soars22]

I think it would be hilarious if tomorrow (or whenever Pac comes back) he and Fit go to whatever place Ramon has prepared for their talk and they’re sitting there and Fit’s stammering and right as he’s about to say how he feels the eyeball guys show up and attack them. I just think that would be a really brilliant interaction. Like:

Fit: so, I, uh-I… Pac, uh, there’s uh-I wanted to tell you that, uh, that I-

*eyeball guys appear*

Fit: Oh, goddamit! Can’t I have five minutes? Can’t I just have five fucking minutes to confess my undying love for my roommate? Jesus Christ!

Pac: …………

Pac: your wHaT

Fit: ….fuck……

[animehideout]

Omg your MBTI relationship with the jjk characters is so cool I love the concept !! If possible can you do an ENTP personality?

Your MBTI, Your Relationship With JJK Characters Part 4

ENTP – ISFP

a/n: Thank you Anon and @darkangeloftartaraus for requesting entp, I've received a lot of requests for this mbti type. Also @djskimpleshanks thanks for requesting isfp <33 I hope you enjoy these 🫶🏻💖💖💖

ENTP:

Gojo Satoru = Boyfriend.

You fit perfectlyin each and every way possible. Humor is the central aspect of your relationship. Your relationship is full of teasing, playful nicknames and witty ironic remarks. Sarcasm is basically your love language and how you flirt with each other. No one can get Gojo's sarcasm, they either get offended or confused, except for you. Both of you can handle each other. You have your own world, you'd be laughing your asses off while others are staring at you in confusion wondering what they did miss. You have a lot of inside jokes. Both you and Gojo are high intellectuals, you have a lot of ideas, theories and interesting topics to discuss. You're quick and naturally gifted at finding solutions to complex challenges.Your skills combined make you a powerful due. Spontaneous surprise skinship, so expect a lot of random cuddles , kisses and hugs. Despite him being narcissistic and sees himself as perfect, he considers you as his other half, you complete him. Your dates are spontaneous, Gojo always comes up with fun and innovative ideas to hang out. He spoils you a lot and always buys you gifts to show his appreciation for you. When you argue, you literally argue like an old married couple. Trusts you a lot, but he's very protective of you. He's the strongest sorcerer after all.

Ryomen Sukuna = Enemy.

You're a free independent spirit, so your values clash with Sukuna's overly authoritarian approach. Sukuna keeps on forcing rigid rules, and expects you to submit. So when you disagree and rebel it created an enmity between both of you. You throw at each other, ironic comments. You show him that you're autonomous and can't be controlled or restrained by him. Sukuna tries to tame you into his liking, to make you bow in front of him and completely surrender. But as an ENTP, you both mentally and physically resist him and try to sto him from controlling others as well. Given your nature, you also like to challenge him and break his ego. You make fun of his old stiff mentality, totally provoking him.

Kugisaki Nobara = Roommate.

Your shared apartment is a chaotic space. Always blasting music, room filled with your laughers, getting over your neighbors nerves ( Megumi ). When you're together you can't be serious, cuz you're always cracking jokes, talking about mutual friends and gossiping about your exes. It also helps that both of you share the same interests, you both like shopping. You spend hours jumping from one store to another buying new clothes and new house decorations. You always like to change the interior design of your living space. You're not good at taking important house hold decisions, so you always end up in friendly debates. Both of you are social butterflies, so you always throw small parties and small gatherings. Often inviting your friends over allowing everyone to enjoy their time and have fun. You'd force your introverted friends to join, literally dragging them. Despite your extroverted nature, you always make sure to comfort each other and “try” to give each other personal space, if needed.

Aoi Todo = Has a massive crush on you.

You hang out a lot since you have mutual friends. Poor baby couldn't help falling head over heals for you. You're not just physically attractive but also charismatic. He finds you interesting and captivating. Whenever you're around, your radiant energy transfers to him, it uplifts his mood and motivates him. He feels fully charged around you. Your presence is his personal source of joy. Todo dislikes boring people woth boring mindsets, that's why he finds himself falling for you because your opinions and ideas are unique. You're the complete opposite of boring, you don't approve of basic traditional ideas, you have a rebellious mindset that made tou break out of the ordinary. You made the mood brighter and more fun. He always looks at you with heart eyes. He's so obvious about his feelings for you, and everyone knows. He'd definitely shed tears if you invite him to hang out or compliment him.

ISFP:

Yuta Okkotsu = Boyfriend.

Warm kind of love. As someone who struggles to vocalize his feelings, Yuta found himself attracted to your understanding nature and how you empathize with other's emotions. He finds himself effortlessly understood and heard by you. And that what he appreciates the most about you. You are like his safe space. Your love language is almost the same; you express your love through actions and gentle gestures rather than words, this way is more appealing for both of you. ISFP and Yuta are both non-judgmental, you accept each other's pasts, traumas, fears and struggles. You love each other for the way you are without sugarcoating anything. At the same time you push each other to become a better version of yourselves. You have a deep meaningful connection, which serves as a source if strength. Your love for him pushes him forward to work on his strengths and become a better person for you ( he is perfect), to be able to protect you from everything that could possibly harm you. Quiet, intimate moments are sacred between both of you. He's blown away by the fact that you find beauty in the smallest things, you may appear as a simple person for others but Yuta managed to know you on a personal level, revealing that you're an artistic, aesthetic person.

Yuji Itadori = Soulmate.

He's an extrovert you're an introvert yet you managed to establish a powerful bond ✨Soulmates✨ . From the first glance, he somehow knew you're an interesting artistic person. On the other hand, you found his enthusiasm inspiring. He often encourages you to share your ideas and art more openly to the world. He wants everyone to see how talented his soulmate is. He respects your boundaries, if your social energy is low then he gives you your space to enjoy your solitude. He keeps you company, he sits quietly on his phone while you do your thing, totally respecting your peace. Yuji is always so vocal, he compliments you a lot, you always receive words of encouragement from him. Both of you can be vulnerable around each other, especially him. He isn't afraid to cry in front of you. You were hesitant to show thay side to him at first, but with his help he proved to you that's it's okay to let it out in front of people who truly care about you. And he cares a lot. He's so good at comforting, you don't ask for comfort but he always provides it for you. His arms are your safe place. Both of you protect and prioritize each other's well being.

Gojo Satoru = tension.

ISFPs are gentle, empathetic and humble and this conflicts with Gojo's narcissistic nature. It's not a hate relationship it's just you can't stand him while all of you are gathered and he starts overshadowing others, by bragging about being the strongest in the world. You admire his abilities but you hate the way he shows them off. You are empathetic towards people who are weak, but Gojo is apathetic towards them. So it makes you see him as careless and neglecting others' feelings. On the other hand, Gojo might find you confusing. He knows your supportive nature woth others, so he would be perplexed that you're not treating him the same, but instead, you're avoiding him. He is egocentric and thrives to be the center of attention of everyone, especially you. He doesn't need validation but he craves praising, so he pushes too hard to get your attention.

Megumi Fushiguro = Colleague.

If one of the higher ups wants to get work done, problems solved, everything into place.. they assign you and Megumi to get done with it. Minimalistic chats. All work, less talk. You work in harmony. Both of you are so quiet and focused. You understand and respect each other's approaches, which allows you ti combine your knowledge and make it affective, depending on the task. Megumi is good at critical thinking so it complements your strengths since you depend more in your senses and feelings.

[c0la-queen]

Matt Headcanons | The Clean Friend

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Appearance:

Matt is the palest of the group, and has freckles across his face. He's very proud of his freckles, thinks they're one of his best features. His eyes are a bright blue. Sometimes the others joke about him having the "autism stare" (not in an ableist or mean way, they mean it lovingly). He has no facial hair, never really grows any.

Matt is the third tallest, and stands at 6'2. He's lanky and has the sluttiest waist of the entire group. Snatched. We love that for him.

He doesn't have any tattoos or glasses, but he does have his ears pierced. Usually wears little studs in gold, black, or purple.

Family Life:

Matt was raised by a single mom. However, he is lucky enough that his mom is an absolute girlboss icon and was able to support herself and her baby with her career as a fashion designer.

His relationship with his mother is extremely healthy. She taught him to love himself and express himself in whatever way makes him happiest. They talk frequently and he has lunch with her whenever they both have a free schedule, since she lives in town.

Matt is an only child, but grew up with Edd and Tom (and eventually Tord) so he doesn't mind.

Personality:

Matt is a little stupid, but he's got the spirit. I don't mean he's totally an idiot. He knows things, and got average grades in school. He just tends to lack common sense and can sometimes be a little bit of a bimbo.

He's a self love king. Loves helping other people learn to express themselves. In his mind, nothing is more rewarding then helping people find their style. Passionate about good hygiene. Has a skincare routine and will help Reader create one for herself as well. Will help Reader learn how to take care of her hair properly if she lets him. Always reliable for outfit advice.

Gift giving is his love language. He likes to buy the roommates expensive little gifts that he knows they like. But he'll cry happy tears if Reader buys him gifts, or gives him little crafts. Will keep every paper flower, origami butterfly, and love letter you give him.

He really likes helping out around the house. One his days off from work, he'll do the cleaning . He finds it peaceful and refreshing. Will happily let Reader help him if she wants to.

Actually pretty decent at cooking, but he usually just cooks for himself when home alone. Of course, will always cook Reader something if she asks him to.

Not the granola mom type of health freak, but he does prefer home cooked meals to processed foods. Still, can appreciate a good night of take out food every so often.

Has had several arguments with the boys over the color of his hair. They tell him he's "just ginger", but he will angrily insist that he's strawberry blonde. The arguments are always playful and end with eye rolls and stifled smiles.

Matt probably needs glasses but he doesn't realize it. His vision isn't the worst, he just thinks its natural for far away things to be kind of blurry.

A little scatterbrained, but in a cute way. The type to frantically search for his phone when its in his hand. Has to verbally run through a list of things he needs to have with him when he leaves the house- does it with whoever is nearby.

"Brutes." "This is why we can't have nice things!"

Not a huge fan of video games, but he likes playing Cookie Run Kingdom on his phone. Enjoys watching the others play games during game night.

I decided to take his humorous narcissistic personality and tone it down a bit. Instead, he's pretty active on Instagram and Tik Tok! He's not an out of touch influencer, hell he doesn't even consider himself an influencer, despite the fact that his mother's identity has gained him a decent following. He really just enjoys posting pictures of himself and the roommates in their daily lives (with their permission of course, and he doesn't obsess over posting every single detail) or making GRWMs, fun little story times, and fit checks. He really just treats it like an average person would treat their social media.

Smells like citrus and lemongrass.

Of course, we have to address the vampirism. When in his normal form, Matt's fangs are small, really just looking like unusually sharp canines, his ears are slightly pointy but not enough to draw attention, he still shows up in mirrors and photos, and can be out in the sun- just sunburns easier, nothing a strong SPF can't handle. However, in his more vampire like form, his fangs get longer, his eyes go red, his ears get pointier, and the sun starts to hurt him more. As for blood, he can tide himself over from a day to day basis with tomato juice or smoothies made of red fruits/veggies, but once a month he does need to feed on blood. The roommates all help him as best they can. Tord gets him some bags of blood and when questioned about it mutters a little "don't worry about it" (don't worry, he just picks up some from the medics in the nearby Red Army base that they keep on hand- soldiers can donate blood twice a year) or Tom goes out and hunts for him if the situation is particularly bad. If Reader offers to let Matt drink her blood, Matt would refuse. He doesn't want to hurt her, and won't do it even if she offers it.

Playlist (From My Spotify Playlist For Him):

Olivia Rodrigo

Florence + The Machine

PUBLIC

Harry Styles

One Direction

Hozier

Mitski

ABBA

Lady Gaga

Kesha

[lvndr-thghts]

discord kpop fc 1x1's

hi, i'm andie! i'm currently looking for some long-term discord rp partners, 21+ only please. i'm in the est timezone and i'm free all week after five usually! i primarily write mxf and i happily do doubles, though i'm also down for some fxf! i write in third person, present tense. also-- i only write oc's. i do not play real people. (sorry bandom fans.)

in terms of plots i'm interested in, i generally lean toward rl angst (totally down for smut, too!) but i'm happy to do cute fluff every now and then as well. gimme toxic co-dependent relationships, gimme roommates with sexual tension, gimme long-term one sided pining- and that's just off the top of my head, i love adding depth and discussing plots/headcanons/random ideas with my partners so if you do too, we'd probably be a great match!

i primarily use k-pop face claims (only 18+) for oc's/muses as well as korean actors/actresses, thai actors/actresses, etc. and i'd like it if we had similar taste as well! i'm also not opposed to making twins for faces we both happen to love, i think it'd be really fun! as a side note- i'll literally play any face you're feeling. i'm not picky about my muses at all.

here's a list of some groups/faces i'm feeling rn:

(this is by no means a comprehensive list and if the group is listed i'm prob willing to play anyone in it, these are just my faves, bold indicates favorites to play as, italics indicate favorites to play against)

BG's: astro (eunwoo, rocky, moonbin), ateez (san, mingi, yunho, wooyoung, seonghwa, yeosang, hongjoong), the boyz (juyeon), exo (kai, baekhyun), got7 (jackson, mark, bambam, jayb), monsta x (changkyun, hyungwon, wonho, kihyun), nct 127 (jaehyun!!!, johnny, yuta, mark, taeyong), seventeen (mingyu, the8, joshua) skz (bang chan, hyunjin, lee know), wayv (ten, xiaojun, winwin, hendery)

GG's: aespa (karina, winter, ningning), billlie, blackpink (jennie, jisoo, lisa), dreamcatcher, everglow, g(idle) (miyeon, soyeon, yuqi, minnie), itzy (yeji, ryujin, yuna), kep1er, loona (jinsoul, yves, heejin), red velvet (joy, seulgi, irene, wendy), twice (sana!!!, jihyo, mina, tzuyu, momo), wjsn, xg

SOLOISTS: christian yu/dpr ian!!!, woodz, b.i, dpr live, chungha, sunmi, iu, jeon somi

if you're interested at all in building a beautiful world and fangirling over our faves together, you can either send me an ask/im with your discord, interact with this post, or message me on here and i'll get back to you if i think we're a good fit! thanks for taking the time to read!

[dcpravities]

☆ post-event plotting call ☆

alright, time for me to be real with y'all and say that i'm a little too excited that my muses were killed in the event and now are totally unaware. obviously if i have to add someone else before the end of the event lol, i'll reblog again but!! definitely planning to use this to jump start new plots and connections outside of just fandom ones, so please feel free to throw a like at this if you're interested in any of the wanted connections i've posted, or if you have any other ideas!!

dorcas meadowes, harry potter

fake life vibes: studying as a grad student, works odd jobs here and there to keep the bills paid but keeps her life as stress free as possible. has absolutely no recollection of anything magic related, and will laugh in the face of someone who tries to tell her that she knows about it. very focused on finishing her work and getting a good job, everything else falls to the side.

new connection ideas:

fake relationship / fiancee: someone else with fake memories who believes they've been together for a while. bonus points for another unaware marauders era character if you want some spice.

fake siblings (real or adopted): in her actual memories, dorcas is an only child so it could be fun to let her get attached to the idea of having siblings only for it to be completely fake. other fake family is also an option!

academic rival: she's smart and hardworking and she knows it, and she's not afraid to sidestep anyone that might get in the way of that or provide an obstacle to her. could be playful vibes or could be something a little more cutthroat.

an ex: in this fake memory life, she's definitely someone who didn't stray from the path of what was expected, not someone who liked to make waves at all - but this could've been someone who got thrown to the side because they didn't fit in with her idea of a future.

the person who keeps trying to tell her who she actually is: self explanatory, but be prepared for her to be annoyed at you 24/7. could also be someone who has her wand because she definitely does not still have that lol.

venti, genshin impact

fake life vibes: still an extremely annoying drunk, just tends to get in trouble for it more since he's lost memories of all the different ways he could get out of trouble. works as a bartender ( a terrible one since he's usually drinking more than the actual paying customers, also tends to go home with someone after every shift ). doesn't have a ton of friends because his personality can be a little grating but he tends to be likable and friendly for the most part.

co-workers who hate him: like i said, man is a terrible bartender. he messes up drinks, constantly is tipsy behind the bar despite denying it, and somehow manages to evade getting fired because he's just relatively charming and/or he's blackmailing the boss. could be either, could be both.

fwbs: probably has a few of them, varying ranges of friendship or if it's just something casual they they're both looking to get off.

a roommate: before dwording he didn't live in any one spot since he can just sort of deal with anything since he's a god and probably just came and go wherever he wanted to, but wouldn't someone love to be his roommate?? it'll be fun

maybe an actual friend: he is a nice person who is very thoughtful once all of his extra personality is pulled away, so there could definitely be someone that does actually like him for some reason.

[bbyboybucket]

Hey Bby! I hope all is good in your world today! I hear you wanted Bucky questions... crackles knuckles, rolls up sleeves

Feel free to answer any, all, or none of these!

1. IIRC, Malcolm Spellman confirmed that Bucky & Sam move in together after TFATWS. What do you think Bucky & Sam's shared home is like? And how well do they get along as roommates? Give me your sweet sweet headcanons.

2. What is one thing, big or small, on your wishlist for stuff you'd like to see in Cap4/Thunderbolts?

3. What is one fanfic that you would love for someone to write? Or just a trope, idea, or situation that you love to read.

Aw yay, thank you for asking and I hope all is well for you too! :))) And I genuinely apologize in advance because I know this is gonna be long

1. I just know their bickering didn’t go away, they still do it all the time, and usually it’s because Bucky’s just annoying and has to pick (harmless) fights for shits and giggles. It’s over silly stuff, the most irrelevant little things. Sam though, he lovesssss to tease and torment, he’ll purposely annoy Bucky cause it’s hilarious to get a rise out of him.

Bucky is a little obsessed with Sam and very much grateful to have him as a roommate, so he tries to subtly and cooly (fails) do nice things for Sam. He’ll buy Sam stuff, take care of his errands, surprise him….just any little thing to show his appreciation, and he tries hard to play it off as no big deal. But Sam knows, he can very clearly see the affection in every little act but he spares Bucky of being called out until he’s comfortable enough to admit himself. Idk I also just picture him as a low key house husband while Sam’s busy doing his captain America stuff.

There’s lots of movie nights, or tv nights, or just nights generally dedicated to Sam catching Bucky up on pop culture. Which is extra fun for Sam because how often in life do you get to play teacher and show a person all the things you like?

Sam cooks, Bucky cleans. Sam’s basically a whole pro chef, like he learned good from his momma. Bucky’s tried to return the favor, but instead got banned from the kitchen for the abominations he’d try to pass as meals.

The first few days they live together, internally Bucky’s a little too excited, like a kid at his first sleepover or something, and he’s a little odd…he kinda just awkwardly follows Sam around the place at all times as if he doesn’t know what to do with himself other than be right with Sam. It takes Sam gently pointing out that Bucky can go to his own room and they can have private time.

They’re very touchy too, constant casual touch’s throughout the day, always invading each others personal space.

2. Honestly…..I’m beating a dead horse here but I wish BOTH of those would get some major revisions. I feel like everyone who follows me knows how I feel about thunderbolts, but the more that comes out about Cap 4, the less happy I am with it too bc it sounds like a hulk movie in disguise. I’m still holding out hope for Cap 4 because it sounds like it has potential to be solid still, but thunderbolts…my expectations have been shot dead. Anyways….short version, I’d like to see the two movies be connected by Sam having Bucky play double agent to help take down Val and Ross from the inside. That’s at the bare minimum.

Getting more in depth though, I would totally change the line up for Thunderbolts. I mean, beyond just removing Bucky because the problems with what’s been confirmed run way farther than just him. I mean Zemo should totally be there considering he’s the main team leader in the comics and it’d be so so so easy for there to have been a release deal. White Vision joining would be a great way to bring him back, especially since he’s government property now, and also diversify the skill set of the team so that its not completely bland, and so they wouldn’t get immediately obliterated by the confirmed villain (or use a ton of plot armor for the teams survival). Titania would be awesome and a perfect fit personality wise, and it’d also be a great chance to rejuvenate her character and actually give her/Jameela a serious chance. I mean there’s plenty of others that would be good too depending on the route of the story. But yeah, sorry for the rambling on this one….it’s just a mess of movie already when there was a ton of potential 🤦🏼‍♀️

3. I love multiverse/variant fics where current Bucky and the WS are stuck together. Or even 40s Bucky, cause I’ve read several great fics about that too. I’m obsessed with those, I don’t care how many times it’s done, I will eat that shit up every time! I’ll literally go feral over any fic with that concept. It’s so fun to me and there’s some much that can be done when exploring such contrasting versions of Bucky would react to/interact with each other.

But that being said I can’t say I’ve ever read one where it’s just the WS and 40s Bucky in the same time. I think that’d be the MOST chaotic scenario and would be very very fun to read

[bflolocalpunk]

(Forgotten 2014 Post) - The Year of Steve Ardo

At the lowest point of my life I had made the decision to live on and fight for a brighter future. I didn’t have a set plan of attack, the only goal I had in mind was to survive the rest of 2013. As 2014 ends, I’m looking back on how everything has changed in just one short year.

In early 2013 I had began drawing up flyers for punk shows in the area. While I made 11 flyers across that span of year, I only attended maybe about 3 shows in total. I resolved to change that, starting on January 4th in which I became acquainted with 2 more local punk bands: Accidentals and On The Cinder. They were ecstatic that they met the guy who drew up the flyer and promises were made to talk later about artwork. I also introduced myself to The Howl, a four-piece touring from Chicago in which I bonded over printmaking with a the lead vocalist and guitarist Sam. Witnessing first-hand how much these bands appreciated my work gave me a special kind of warm feeling deep inside; this is where I belonged. In time I met more musicians and bands that welcomed me with open arms and became another family to me.

I made strides in the art community as well. As of December 31st, 2014 I still haven’t had an exhibition of my own, but I’ve created numerous friendships and connections with other artists throughout the city including some well-known ones. Established artists were going out of their way to introduce me to other resources. For the first time in my life I was getting recognition for my work and people knew my name.

I started to date again. I was still grieving James’s departure, but I wanted to at least meet new people and see what might transpire. I wound up meeting a med student from my alma mater over a few drinks. Kris was a transplant from NYC who grew up in the same small West Virginian town as one of my uncles. We hit it off right away. After a week of going on dates, we made our relationship official. He was 5 years my senior, but without even putting any real effort into it we fit together perfectly. The relationship lasted the entirety of March until the beginning of April before an old flame of his came into the picture and eventually ousted me from my boyfriend throne. It was devastating to me as once again I was just experiencing happiness with someone and things suddenly fell apart.

Spring wasn’t setback-free by any means. In the same month that Kris left me I also was let go of my full-time screen-printing job and once again someone very important was taken away from me forever. Seriously, fuck April. I was still homeless and the financial burdens of massive student loan debt bared down on me with every month’s end. Sometimes life happens like that, and even though I had no control over the circumstances I still endured them at point-blank range with full knowledge that I was no longer as weak as I once was.

Summer was fast approaching and I began networking within Buffalo’s LGBT community. Almost every month the Pride Center of WNY organizes a mixer for working LGBT professionals to meet-up and connect with others. I was out of a job and had no idea where to even begin looking, so I didn’t think it could hurt. While frequenting them I started to meet new friends and share stories of the DIY community I was now deeply a part of. At one such mixer I wound up hitting it off with a guy (confession: he happened to look like a lot like James, that’s why I approached him), and while he was already partnered he told me of a friend of theirs that was looking for a roommate. I had made new friends and finally escaped my indefinite homelessness.

The hot summer days also provided endless events that kept me busy. Every weekend was full of shows and festivals and it seemed like I was constantly on the go. Hell, I even had the chance to participate in a few and get some free press. Softball started up again and even if I was carrying a heavy heart missing a certain someone I still went to support my friends in the LGBT league. Before I knew it autumn had arrived and with softball now over I started joining a small group for karaoke every Tuesday night at Q on Allen. A new friend I had made earlier in the summer (1 of 2 Steves I became close with) donated an unused bike of his so now I had a lot more freedom to go places in the city. This would be a huge help as my car broke down right before Halloween.

I threw my hat into the dating ring again; for the period of about 3 weeks I went on 2-3 dates a week with different guys just to play the field. I soon realized that I wasn’t quite ready to date again; the majority of my past relationships were really emotionally intense, and I wasn’t quite okay with being single yet. Andrew and Tim were gone, I still had feelings for Kris, and I missed James (or maybe it was what might’ve been with James). Now I’ve finally accepted being single so getting to know guys and seeing where things progress doesn’t scare me as much. I’m still petrified of falling in love again, but someday that fear will subside and I will find someone to share the rest of my life with.

There was a bit of a minor shakeup in my life regarding the non-profit organization I’ve volunteered at for almost 3 years now. I’m currently on a break from there and using this time as a means of focusing on my own major projects. If I choose to return I know that I will be welcomed back without issue. After New Year’s I plan on making my official decision.

It’s a surreal feeling when I take a look back at everything that’s happened in 2014. Last year I was forcing myself to live until midnight just so that I could say that I survived a year of hell after a very close attempt at suicide. I’ve made some very amazing friends and have met and worked with some awesome musicians. On The Cinder, Accidentals, Hang Bob Ewell, B-Side Basterds, The Cran Tangerines, Seven Thirty Seven, Angstea, Battleship Crunch, Grain Assault, Creation Order Xtinction, Ballzy, Loudmouse, Everett Lonesome’s Nightmare, Robin and the Hoods, The Crack Horse... there’s too many wonderful and talented friends to list and I had the honor of becoming an artist/designer in the Aluminum Records family. The Northrup House, The Flower House, Hoyt and others have become more than the scenes of basement shows; they’ve become communities of individuals working together for something bigger. I’ve had the pleasure of meeting touring bands like The Howl, Samuel Powers, and Oh The Humanity! and even forming friendships with some of their members. I’m now part of a community where I’m putting my heart and soul into keeping the DIY spirit alive working side-by-side with others who share the same beliefs through art and music.

Last year I would never have believed that life would take me down this road, but then again last year I was not the same person I am today. Even now I couldn’t tell you what happened or why things changed. Dumb luck? Did “fate” decide to give me a goddamn break for once? All I know is that I resolved to never give up, no matter what.

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 24a

*Warning Adult Content*

Daddy - Part 1

- Everett -

As Everett blinks the sleep from his eyes, he carefully turns over in bed to take in the sight of Knox's sleeping form beside him.

The morning sun casts a soft light around them both, unintentionally accentuating Knox's handsome features.

Everett's gaze travels from the long, dark eyelashes that rest against Knox's cheeks to the faint stubble gracing his jaw.

His full lips are slightly parted, inviting a kiss but Everett doesn't cross the line.

Not yet.

He's never seen Knox look this relaxed before and he doesn't want to disturb him.

It's almost as if Knox had transformed into Sleeping Beauty because the man who had nearly beaten the Cupid's Stop Motel owner to death is nowhere to be found.

Everett understands, however, that this moment of peace is only temporary.

It doesn't matter that Knox has locked his beast back in its cage.

He and everyone else knows it's only a matter of time before it breaks free and wreaks havoc again.

That type of darkness cannot be contained.

Everett often wonders, even more so these days, if there's space left for him in the chaotic world that Knox inhabits.

That or if everything they've done and have said up until now has all been for nothing... just sporadic, fleeting moments of happiness in the midst of total madness.

Who fucking knows anymore.

They're still alive and breathing, living to see another day which Everett is thankful for because the thought of losing Knox in any way makes Everett's heart clench.

The mere thought of finally leaving the clubhouse and turning into nothing but a hazy memory in the back of Knox's mind is enough to send Everett spiraling.

The truth is that he desperately wants to be more than roommates with Knox, so much more but he also can't ignore it when reality hits to remind him that he's reaching for something that's far beyond the stars.

'Fuck it.'

Everett purges the painful thoughts from his mind and refocuses on the present.

His fingers give in to temptation and with the lightest touch, he glides an index finger across Knox's brow, then down the slope of his nose.

The warmth of Knox's skin sends a shiver down Everett's spine.

It pushes forth wicked images and desires that swiftly replace the darkness that crept inside his mind.

'Whatever this is that we have, I'm going to enjoy it while it lasts. I can't do anything else but that.'

Everett drags his finger across Knox's bottom lip while licking his own.

He moves in closer to kiss the man, then decides against it at the last second.

As he withdraws his hand, Knox opens his eyes and grips his wrist to keep it in place.

"Hey. Y-you're supposed to be sleeping," Everett exclaims, his cheeks hot with embarrassment. "Now you made this all weird."

"Me?" Knox kisses the inside of Everett's palm while chuckling. "But you started this," Knox says, his gaze intense and focused. "And I expect you to finish it."

Everett raises his brow in question.

"How do you want me to do that?"

"You told me last night that you wanted my cock for another round, remember?" Knox guides Everett's hand down his body without breaking eye contact, placing it directly on top of his morning wood.

Everett gasps and his hand curls around it instinctively.

"Suck me," Knox repeats Everett's words from last night, his voice even and rough. "Do a good job and maybe I'll let you ride it tonight."

Everett nearly moans at that.

He wordlessly accepts the challenge by leaning over to kiss Knox, their tongues clashing as his thumb caresses the leaking head of Knox's shaft, it's long and thick, a prominent vein running down one side.

Everett has no idea if it will actually fit inside him or not but he's excited to find out.

"No teasing, kitten. Want your mouth." Knox pulls Everett's hand back up his body, then he presses Everett's wet fingers against his own mouth. "Clean them," Knox orders. "Then do what I told you to do."

Everett trembles at the filthy command.

Only Knox could boss him around like this in bed and it have his cock hard and throbbing within minutes.

"Do you also want me to call you sir while I'm at it?" Everett quips, licking his fingers clean while Knox continues to hold his wrist. "Some people are into daddy kink and you kinda have the look. I wouldn't be surprised if that's secretly your thing..."

"Enough," Knox cuts Everett off by gripping his throat, gently guiding him down and down until Everett's lips brush against the tip of his erection.

Knox moves his hand again, sinking it into Everett's curls while gripping the base of his dick with his free hand.

"You're lucky I don't feel like getting up to spank your smart ass."

Knox wields his dick and taps at Everett's partially opened mouth.

Everett moans and opens his mouth wider, relaxing his jaw.

"Good boy. Now take it down your throat."

The words spur Everett on.

[every-marveler-ever]

Marvel Fluff Bingo 2022 Round 4 Masterpost

This was icredibly fun to particiapte in and I have loved returning to all things fluff (my favourite genre of fanfiction). This bingo really encouraged me to continue writing and having fun with it.

Thank you so much to @marvelfluffbingo for hosting this round!

Total Word Count: 7071 (0.7K)

Every-Marveler-Ever

1) CUDDLING: Rifting - Steve, Tony and Bucky watch Pitch Perfect, kind of. [GENERAL] (0.2K)

2) ADOPTION: Permission Forms - Peter needs Tony to NOT sign something. [GENERAL] (0.7K)

3) MORE THEN MEETS THE EYE: Not Roommates (But Freinds?) -Tony and Bucky are okay with not being roommates this year, it's fine. It is much better when Steve is in the picture. [TEEN] (0.5K)

4) INTERIOIR DESIGN AU: Small Giggles - [TEEN] (0.2K)

5) FALLING ASLEEP IN THEIR LAP: "Such a dad!" - Bucky is fairly sure there is something wrong with Peter, he’s not talking and he hasn’t touched any of the food. Tony, just thinks he’s tired and Tony’s known him longer, so he must know, right? [GENERAL] (1.1K)

6) ICE CREAM DATE: He Was Lost, Now He's Found: Sugar Dates (ch. 3) - Tony enjoys one on one time with each of his kids. He needs to figure out what that might be for Peter. [GENERAL] (0.7K)

7) HIGHSCHOOL AU: Dancing Away - Dancing is sought of their things, from highschool dances, to rehearsals, to slow-paced on their porch while the night sky illuminates them. [GENERAL] (0.3k)

8) HURT/COMFORT: It Takes A Village - Peter Parker comes to live with First Gentlemen Steve Rogers and President of the United State James Barnes. But to Peter, they're just Uncle Steve and Uncle Bucky. Bucky and Steve learn how to be parents for the first time. OR. It takes a village to raise a child and Bucky and Steve learn that. [TEEN] (1.5K)

9) FREE: Love Language - Steve and Sam don’t have an unusual love language they just have what some would call an outdated one. But everybody adapts and sees how it’s important to them. It’s fine and it is absolutely beautiful. [GENERAL] (0.3K)

10) PLAY FIGHTING: Laundry Day - Steve is looking for his jumper, his and his alone, Tony thinks the jumper he's wearing fits him just right. [GENERAL] (0.5K)

11) BREAKFAST IN BED: Stealing Strawberries - Waking up early was not really in Peter Parker’s big book of brilliant spidey skills, so why is he awake at 6 am? [GENERAL] (0.4K)

12) PHOTOBOMB: News Worthy - Tony and Sam are happily married, have been for a while. They’re just waiting for the rest of the world to realise. [GENERAL] (0.3K)

13) FAKE DATING: Smiling Hard - Bucky likes Tony so it’s unfortunate that Tony is dating Pepper, or is he? [TEEN] (1.8k)

[lokistoriesblog]

Sweatpants & Staring

Summary: Loki wearing grey sweatpants around the Avengers compound definitely catches your eye, what happens when Loki notices you staring? (Loki survived Endgame)

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters.

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Length: 2.1K

Warnings: sexual themes

A/N: Fall weather means the return of the glorious grey sweatpants, so of course I had to write a fic with Loki wearing them. Selfishly this is totally a gift to myself because I mean 🥵

Being Bruce’s assistant in his lab comes with a long list of benefits: great pay, free lodging at the Avengers compound and rubbing shoulders with some of the most elite superheros. While at the compound you became accustomed to your new roommates, for lack of a better term. Steve often shirtless boxing in the training room, Nat in her black cat suit and Thor being, well, Thor: chiselled, flowing golden hair and classic himbo energy. You were always quite confident in your appearance and how you presented yourself but being surrounded by super soldiers and gods alike was mildly intimidating. Not to mention distracting, oh how your mind would often race in their presence.

The compound was often filled with the Avengers, a few support staff like yourself, SHIELD members and then there was Loki, the God Mischief himself. Thor insisted he be made a member of the team following the events of the battle against Thanos, Loki having shown immense bravery and trustworthiness while saving the people of earth and beyond.

After Asgard had fallen, Loki split his time between New Asgard where he helped his people settle in their new home and the Avengers compound where he completed the occasional mission to appease his brother. Despite now living solely on Midgard, Loki always adorned his standard Asgardian leathers or if the event called for it his classic black suit. That was until his most recent visit to the compound and it did not go unnoticed by the team that Loki seemed to be becoming more accustomed to his new home and it's more relaxed fashions.

You were sitting at the kitchen table with Wanda and Thor as Natasha was busy making breakfast for the team. You agreed she would cook and you would clean, a bargain to allow you to enjoy your first cup of coffee in peace. Your head down sipping on your coffee like a prayer for it to bring you back to life and awake after a long night in the lab. Thor was muttering off to Wanda about their latest mission but you were ignoring them and savouring the warmth the coffee was providing.

You peered over the lip of your mug to find Loki had joined the group in the kitchen, making himself a cup of coffee near Nat. His back to you so all you could see of him was his raven hair falling over his shoulders slightly disheveled from a night of sleep and the muscles on his back showcased in the white t-shirt he was wearing. You still haven't gotten used to seeing Loki in such normal clothes but it did bring a smile to your lips.

You enjoyed working alongside the Avengers and also enjoyed being mildly distracted by their physical appearances but you felt differently about Loki. There was something about him that always drew your attention, however you didn't dare share those thoughts with anyone on the team or even the Trickster himself. You could only imagine the razzing you would have to endure.

You quickly shifted your attention back to the glorious cup of coffee in your hands, ignoring Loki's looming presence. Loki offered a morning greeting to Nat before settling himself to lean against the island facing the three of you at the table.

As you were sipping your coffee, you heard Thor bellow, “Morning Brother!”

You looked up on instinct without thinking twice about it, when you were struck by Loki’s odd appearance. Here was the Trickster in a tight fitting white v-neck t-shirt and grey sweatpants, you smirked at the sight, so unusual for him.

Your eyes fluttered up again just over your mug to rest on Loki. Seeing him in such mundane clothing was such a juxtaposition for you. You knew you should look away so as to not alert anyone to your little crush on the God but you were like a moth with a flame, unable to break your gaze.

As your eyes raked down his torso, they drifted across his hips which the band of his sweatpants clung to. You dared to look lower, you had only imagined how endowed the God might be in your dreams but the sweatpants did not leave any room for such imagination. His large bulge was clearly defined in the pants causing you to gulp loudly. You quickly teared your eyes from his body as you felt heat rush to your core.

But trying to keep your eyes on your mug and not on what was on display before you was the hardest thing you've ever done. This could be considered cruel and unusual punishment. What had you done to be teased this way? It was almost as if someone knew your innermost desires and was hell bent on taunting you. All the previous fantasies you had conjured of the Trickster flitted through your mind.

Your eyes betrayed your willpower and you returned your searing gaze back to the God of Mischief, who now had his arms crossed over his chest, his arms bulging slightly out of his shirt. You dared to look at his face quickly to see if he noticed your staring, luckily he was in conversation with Thor and not looking in your direction at all. Not surprising, you were often quiet and didn't interact with him all that much, really only because you always felt you were making a fool of yourself whenever you were in his company. Your attraction to him often had you stumbling over your words and heat running through your body.

Your eyes once again fell on the outline of his bulge in his pants, so openly on display in those Midgardian grey sweatpants. It had been a while since you had been out with anyone, being at the Avengers compound did not leave much time for socializing. You hadn't really registered how long it had been until presented with your current view. You could feel the wetness gathering between your thighs just at the thought of what lay under his pants.

The thought of your hand palming him over them, feeling him harden at your touch. Tugging the waistband of his pants to expose his hard length to you. The thought of how he would feel in your hand or even inside you. You had to shift in your seat to adjust and press your thighs together to offer pressure on the growing desire that now pulsated at your core.

Your gaze still longingly held on Loki’s bulge, your mind wandering so far to imagine the taste of him on your tongue, you couldn't help but bite your lip to hold back the smirk on your face, still holding your coffee mug close to your face as in an attempt to justify any potential staring. Your thighs still firmly pressed together as your desire grew.

You felt Thor and Wanda shift beside you, but in an almost trance-like state you didn't pay it any mind until it seemed they were talking in your direction.

“Y/N!” Nat called loudly to you trying to get your attention. You snapped your head up to find the entire group looking at you. “I said breakfast is ready.” She nodded to the food now placed around the table.

How out of it had you been to not notice all the food on the table? A rush of embarrassment flooded your body as you gave them a brief smile and began to load your plate with the breakfast. Except now you felt as though you were the one being watched. You made quick work on your breakfast and looked around to the others but in your peripheral vision you could see Loki still leaning at his place against the kitchen island, arms still crossed across his chest, his head was dipped slightly but his eyes, his eyes were looking directly ahead at you.

You could almost feel the weight of his gaze on your body, you had to look up from your plate at some point and when you did your eyes flitted up through your lashes in his direction. You locked eyes with him for a moment, the beginning of a smirk tugging at his lips. You broke eye contact but in a foolish move, one you couldn't help but commit, you allowed your eyes to fall on the bulge in the sweatpants once more. You heard a low scoff come from him and immediately dropped your stare and focused on the group around the table. His gaze remained, searing into you causing another wave of arousal to pool between your legs.

“Alright Y/N, our deal still stands, you're on clean up!” Nat said as her and Wanda stood from the table and headed toward the training room. Luckily Thor still sat at the table, you couldn't imagine being alone with Loki in this room after being caught lusting over him.

Your luck would not last as it seems there was an almost silent conversation between the Asgardian brothers, Thor retreating from the table muttering something about needing to find Tony.

Your jaw was clenched trying to regain the strength needed to get up from your current seat, hoping your legs were not turned to jello so you could quickly clean up and leave this room. Your heart was beating at such a pace you could feel it against your skin. Loki remained, his eyes never leaving you. You felt as though you could crumble under his presence.

“Did no one ever teach you, it was impolite to stare?” Loki purred in your direction. So there was no hiding it now then. Jeez, why couldn't you have left it alone and only looked once, not got lost in a trance thinking of all the ways you wanted him to take you.

“I could say the same to you.” you shot back at him meeting his cerulean blue eyes. Without breaking eye contact with you, Loki pushed off the island and meandered to stand right in front of you at the table.

You thought the position of him leaning his hips against the island was enough to fill you with arousal but the sight of him now was even more overwhelming. Loki was tall so it happens that when he stands in front of you sitting at the table, the bulge you had been gawking at now rests directly within your eyesight a mere inches away from your face. You could almost have sworn he was jutting his hips out further to accentuate the area.

Once again his presence was too much, you lowered your eyes as he came to stop directly in front of you. But in lowering your eyes, you once again rake them over the sight laid in front of you, the outline so clear, it puts any Midgardian male to shame. On instinct you bring your thumb to your mouth and clamp down on your nail, in an attempt to hide the smirk on your face as your mind again wanders off to the land of imagination.

Before you can compose yourself enough to look away, Loki's hand lands on your chin and slowly breaks your focus pulling your sightline back to his face, which is displaying the most lust filled grin, “Eyes up here darling” he voice husk and deep.

Before you can do or say anything your ears perk up to the sounds now blaring through the compound, “An attack has been made upon the city of Chicago, all team members are required to assemble immediately. Avengers to the Quinjet.”

Loki stares at you for one more moment before letting go of your chin "Saved by the bell, love" he chirps. He sauntering off toward the Quinjet hangar.

You remain sitting, stunned at what has transpired, the heat still pooled in your core. You stay seated at the table until you hear the jet take off, only then do you finally push out from the table, shaking your head to gain an ounce of clarity. As you move around the kitchen cleaning up the remnants of breakfast, your mind once again races back to the image of Loki’s bulge, the weight of his gaze upon you and thought of what would have happened if he was not pulled away on a mission.

Want to turn this into a drinking game? Take a shot every time I say gaze or core lol - so brutal, sorry I suck!

Also this is really just a prelude to the complete SMUT follow-up "Caught" coming very shortly 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

[piecksz]

three’s a crowd | (m)

pairing: reiner x fem!reader x eren

warnings: nsfw, oral sex (female recieving), cuckolding, male masturbation, penetrative sex, voyeurism, slight degredation, slight angst, light mention of drugs, explicit language

summary: reiner’s attempt at hiding his attraction towards you fails, but lucky for him, eren’s feeling generous.

words: 4.6k

a/n: this was so much longer than i planned for.....well.....shit LMAOOO

a/n x2: I FORGOT TO ADD if you guys wanna listen to the song i looped like 47 fucking times while writing this, bc i feel like it fits reiner in this one shot kinda well, u can listen to recognize by partynextdoor (feat. drake) :p enjoy

Reiner hated Eren.

He hadn’t gone into living with someone he’d never met in person before with innumerable expectations, but he wasn’t banking on his roommate to be his polar opposite. He hated the sound of Eren’s riotous music into the early hours of dawn. He hated the unbearable malodor of his marijuana dependence, and he hated the way he carried himself with an intolerable air of arrogance, but as much as Eren’s living habits irritated him, it was the fact that Eren had you that presided over all of his grievances.

Being a witness to it made Reiner sick, knowing that you were leagues above Eren, and surely you deserved someone respectable, but somehow he’d charmed you into a long-term relationship, and Reiner wondered how he’d managed it. If by some miracle it had been up to him, Reiner speculated that he would be a viable match for you--that was if he had those sentiments for you--and he reassured himself he didn’t hold any promiscuous feelings towards his roommate’s girlfriend.

Yet it was hard for Reiner to rationalize the obscene thoughts that pervaded his mind at 2 AM. His clock displayed the time in bold red numbers, an indication that he should have been fast asleep, but you had decided to spend the night, and he already understood what that entailed.

The walls in their apartment were thin and did an insubstantial job of muting the noise that traveled between rooms. Reiner boasted the privilege of having his room right next to Eren’s, which meant he could hear everything that happened on the other side of the barrier. He heard every whimper, every groan, every time Eren praised you for taking him so well, and every time he admired how irresistible you looked while he fucked you from the back. The sound was so lucid he could count exactly how many rounds you guys had gone, and it was usually two, three if Eren hadn’t seen you in a while which was rare.

You two were hard to ignore, no matter how hard Reiner had tried, meaning he was also up late, listening while you two coupled. Your cries of stimulation, however, he didn’t mind as much. In truth, Reiner was always tempted to slip his hands into his pants and get himself off to the sound of your enticing whimpers, but he would discourage himself, deciding it was against his better judgement. Instead he would opt to cover his ears with his pillow, flipping over onto his side and dedicating his total effort to falling asleep.  

Of course, Reiner had long established that he didn’t like you, but he swore he could make you feel better than Eren could.

It was around midday when Reiner returned to their apartment after committing his morning to helping his long-time friend, Pieck, pack up the furniture at her studio in preparation to move. They were halfway finished with stowing away Pieck’s belongings before she realized they didn’t have enough boxes and apologized, asking Reiner if he’d be willing to return the following day to help her load up her remaining things. He obliged, guiltily happy that he was being dismissed early.

Reiner kicked off his shoes and ambled into the kitchen to set down the food he secured on his way home, but he paused momentarily to scrutinize the condition of the living room, discerning Eren’s obvious trace.

The TV was on, but it sat idly, blinking images of some prime time movie Reiner couldn’t recognize, and Eren’s drug paraphernalia was left scattered on the coffee table, his bong alongside his stray lighter and grinder.

“Eren!” Reiner had prompted him on several occasions, reminding Eren that just because he thought electricity was a necessary utility and should be free, didn’t mean it was, they still had to pay for it. He also requested that he put his bong away after he was done smoking since it wasn’t permitted in their building, but Eren seemed heedless to that demand too. “Eren!”

Reiner anticipated a response, but huffed when he received only silence. Leave it to his roommate to blight his good mood in record time. He mumbled inaudibly, swiping the remote off the table to turn the TV off, and then reluctantly bending down to tidy the space of Eren’s things.

“Hi, Sunshine. You’re up and about early.”

Reiner straightened himself out and turned around, unaware that you’d been over. He missed your approaching footsteps. Had you stayed the night? He didn’t hear anything from Eren’s room the previous evening which was unusual to say the least. Maybe you’d stopped by earlier that morning while he’d been out.

“Hey,” he replied meekly. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were here.”

Reiner’s eyes looked you over swiftly, slightly startled at the lack of clothing covering your bottom half. You were only wearing a loose shirt that stopped dangerously at your hips and a pair of lace undergarments, but naturally, you didn’t seem the least bit phased. You’d practically lived with them. When you weren’t in class or at your part-time job, you were at their apartment, leading Reiner to wonder if you forgot you had a place of your own. 

“It’s fine,” you smiled. “Sorry Eren left all of his shit out. I don’t know how I know the house rules and he doesn’t.”

Reiner snorted. “He knows them, he just doesn’t care.” His voice was casual although he walked hastily into the kitchen to avoid looking at you. He stored Eren’s bong in the vacant cupboard above the microwave before throwing his other tools into a miscellaneous drawer.

As if on cue, Eren wandered out of his room languidly, carelessly shrugging a jacket onto his unclad upper body. Reiner took that as a sign that his lunch would be best enjoyed in his room. He was already irked, and wasn’t in the headspace to deal with the current atmosphere.

“What’d you get?” you questioned, leaning over the counter with mirth. You paid little attention to the way Eren came up behind you, circling his arms around your waist and resting his chin in the curve of your shoulder. You looked more interested in the alluring smells wafting from the paper bag in Reiner’s hand.

Another thing he hated about Eren was his shameless PDA. It appeared he adored showing you off, letting everyone know that you were his, but God--how could anyone forget when it seemed he was incapable of keeping his hands off of you. Reiner himself recognized that you were a prize, from your lively eyes that were a marriage of subtle hues to the way your lips curled upwards when you grinned. He even noticed the curve of your breasts’ shape through your shirt. If Reiner had you, he’d want you all to himself.

He shook the thought out of his head.

“I just got something small on the way home.” He forced a smile. “If I’d known you were over I would have gotten you something too.”

“Why do you treat Y/N better than you treat me?” Eren asked, sounding only a little bit offended.

Reiner pretended to think before he responded. “Ah, maybe it’s because I don’t like you.”

You laughed at Reiner’s reply, and Eren only smiled, but Reiner detected something else behind his expression. Mischief.

“Do you like Y/N?”

Reiner creased his eyebrows together. “Of course.” He hadn’t read too much into the question. He did like you. You weren’t just easy on the eyes, but you were great company too. That was the only reason he didn’t mind lending their apartment to you as a second home, he enjoyed being around you.

You let out an exaggerated aww after he answered. “I like you too, Reiner.”

Reiner chuckled, shaking his head, but inside he was telling his heart to calm down. You didn’t mean it like that.

Eren hummed absentmindedly, swaying side to side slowly while you rocked along to his movement.

“Do you wanna fuck her?”

Reiner gripped the bag in his hand tightly, and his smile faltered in shock, reeling from the bombshell of Eren’s question. “What?” Did he hear him correctly?

You looked just as surprised, exclaiming your boyfriend’s name and craning your neck to look at him.

“I’m kidding,” he dismissed, but Reiner could tell he wasn’t from the way Eren’s eyes didn’t waver from him.

What Reiner didn’t know was that Eren had caught onto him. He’d known for a while, which was why he was particularly touchy with you around Reiner, showing you off, not caring whether you walked around their apartment scarcely dressed, it was because Eren enjoyed having something that someone else wanted. He saw the way his roommate acted around his girlfriend, reserved and quiet, more than he usually was, and he even noticed the way Reiner’s eyes dipped down to your chest in the moment because Eren was exceptional at paying attention to detail.

You must have detected how uncomfortable Reiner felt because you delivered a brief jab to Eren’s ribs with your elbow.

“Eren, that’s not fucking funny,” you chided. “Do I need to put you in time out?”

“It’s fine,” Reiner interrupted quickly. He didn’t want you defending him because you were oblivious. It only made the situation more embarrassing than it already was since, truthfully, the thought had crossed his mind more than once.

Eren reiterated his question, eyes narrowed at Reiner. “So do you?”

You sighed heavily and looked at Reiner apologetically. He could feel his face growing hot, and he prayed it wasn’t obvious he was as flushed as he felt. He just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.

Reiner released a humourless chuckle. “Grow up, Eren.” He slipped past the two of you, but he didn’t get far.

“I’m only asking because I’m feeling charitable. You wouldn’t mind, would you baby?”

Reiner could hear Eren pressing a series of ticklish kisses against your skin, causing you to laugh through your answer.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind if Reiner doesn’t mind.”

Reiner brought his teeth down hard on the tip of his tongue. He was surprised that Eren was so secure in his relationship that he would willingly allow another man to have his way with his girlfriend. He wasn’t sure if his suggestion was insane or ingenious, because Eren had taken control of the one thing that threatened any relationship: infidelity, something so unvirtuous wouldn’t stop him from loving you. You and Eren were so committed to each other that a simple fuck meant nothing.

Reiner hesitated, but figured an opportunity like this was rare. He had both Eren’s permission and yours, yet he still didn’t believe his sincerity until you were in Eren’s room, starting to strip out of your clothes.

His chestnut eyes drifted over to Eren, slouched lazily in the chair he casually pulled out from his desk. “You’re gonna watch?”

Eren lifted a thick eyebrow, resting his thumb under his chin with an index finger against his cheek, looking unimpressed by Reiner’s obvious reservations. “You think I’d let you fuck my girlfriend without me here?”

Reiner slid a tense hand over the back of his neck, rubbing away the uncomfortable heat that creeped up his back and diffused to the tips of his ears. He figured that was reasonable considering the circumstances, after all, he was only fucking you because Eren had allowed it.

There was nothing more intoxicating to Reiner than your bare form, scanty pink lace clinging to your hips the only thing preventing you from being completely naked in front of him. His gaze dipped from your simpering smile down to your collarbones and then down to your breasts, perfectly sculpted to your figure.

Reiner made no efforts to move despite his insatiable urge to grab you in his arms and make certain that you were left satisfied. He feared he’d look too eager to Eren who was observing from the sidelines, but you paid little attention to your audience of one as you sauntered towards Reiner, closer and closer, until your arms slid around his neck and you pressed your chest to his torso.

Reiner’s body was strung so tightly, he was afraid he might snap. It seemed you took notice of the way his muscles tensed once your delicate fingers ghosted over the nape of his neck because your suggestive expression waned, and instead, your eyebrows creased with sincere concern.

“You okay?”

He couldn’t respond, but to be fair, it was because his heart was hammering against his chest and he wasn’t sure how to make it stop. He looked over at Eren again, who, fortunately, didn’t seem to pay much attention to him. Instead, your boyfriend’s stare was fixed on your backside, likely admiring how luscious you looked from his perspective.

“I’m over here.” You laughed and pressed a gentle finger to Reiner’s chin, redirecting his focus back to you. “Just relax.”

He swallowed, chuckling to soothe his unease. “I’m trying.”

Reiner wasn’t sure why he felt so unassertive in your presence. He didn’t hold a record like Eren did, but he also wasn't abstinent by any means. This, though, felt different. He was dealing with several months of pent-up sexual frustration that could only be satisfied by you and no one else. He knew because he’d tried.

Reiner drew in a ragged breath as you leaned into him, breathing heavily through his mouth until you closed the space in between you two, then he continued breathing heavily through his nose. At first, he made no efforts to close his eyes, afraid that the imagery in front of him was a mirage inspired by his own imagination and would disappear if he so much as blinked. His lips were timid, body taut under your touch, but you seduced his mouth, reining him in until he melted into the kiss.

He pushed back against you with fervor and desperation, outlining the shape of your bottom lip with his tongue before nipping at the soft flesh. You released a quiet whimper, intensifying the lust swelling in the pit of his stomach, and Reiner forced his tongue past your teeth, claiming your mouth while his wandering hands settled audaciously against your ass.

Your hands slid over his shoulders and crafted biceps until they tugged hastily against the hem of his shirt, and Reiner immediately understood your cue, withdrawing his mouth from yours to give himself just enough time to slip out of it. He dipped down again to deliver another kiss, but he was deterred by the feeling of your palm against his chest.

“What? Is something wrong?” he questioned quickly, eyes darting back and forth between your hand and your face, worried that he’d done something to overstep your boundaries.

Instead of the troubled expression he expected, you looked rather intrigued. Perhaps impressed was the better word. Your curiosity was held by Reiner’s physique, a living work of art. Eager fingers traveled down the built ripples of his abdomen, chuckling once you felt his muscles flex under your touch.

“Jesus Christ,” you breathed. “Nice, Braun.”

A snicker emitted from the corner. This, miraculously, Eren allowed.

Reiner's mouth quirked upward in a subtle smile before he surrounded you with his arm, pulling you in for another kiss. He walked you backwards until you collapsed onto the mattress, and he fell on top of you, strong forearms holding up his weight. It was then that Reiner realized he allowed his lust to win in the war against himself.

He pulled away to recover his breath, winded pants fanning over your face. His surveying eyes searched yours before they lowered to your swollen lips. God, you were even more mesmerizing up close, heavy-lidded and studying him through a curtain of eyelashes. Maybe for once Reiner would admit he was jealous of Eren. He was fucking envious, bitter, and spiteful that you were his. He’d been a goddamn idiot to let things go this far, agreeing to Eren’s offer, because he knew one fuck wouldn’t be enough to fufill his need for you. He’d barely gotten a taste, and he could already promise that nothing would ever compare to this.

He found your throat and pressed a fleeting kiss to your pulse, moving further down until his lips met your collarbone. He nipped at the delicate skin, taking notice of the way your grip in his hair tightened. His eyebrows arched while he peered up at you, delighting in the way your head rolled back and forth against the duvet. He really wanted to suck at your skin, leaving dark bruises that decorated the path from your earlobe down to your breastbone, but he knew Eren would kill him.

Reiner dipped lower until his lips brushed lightly against your beaded nipple. You made a small sound of protest, but held his head closer, letting him know what you really wanted. His heart beat erratically against his ribcage as he curved a large hand around your right breast and suppressed a groan, but you released a breathy whimper.

He could feel the sound wreaking havoc in his brain. His balls were so damn tight, it would take barely any effort for him to cum, but he wanted to prolong your coupling as long as possible. He didn’t know if he’d ever get another chance like this.  

His thumb ran over the erect peaks of your breasts, captivated by the magic of watching your back arch and your body become aroused under his touch. He dipped a finger into his mouth, glazing it with his saliva before using it to flick back and forth at your nipple.

“Fuck, Reiner,” you mewled.

Reiner replaced his hand with his lips, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth. The tip of his tongue swirled around it, coating it generously with his spit, while you made no attempts to conceal your intense cries of pleasure.  

Eren released an entertained sigh, swiveling back and forth in his chair. “She whines like a bitch, doesn’t she?”

Shit. Reiner had almost forgotten he was there, but he still released a hungry grunt in agreement, sending vibrations over your chest. He tugged at your nipple with his teeth, releasing it, and then soothing the sting with the flat side of his tongue.

He trailed down your abdomen, pressing hard wet kisses and stopping to leave a quick lick to your navel. He grinned against your skin when you gripped the sheets and breathed his name again, this time quieter, as if you meant it only for his ears. He liked to think so.

Once he reached the waistband of your panties, he licked along the fabric, immobilizing your rolling hips with strong hands.

“Enough with the theatrics, Reiner. Just do it already,” Eren groaned, sounding irate.

Reiner assumed Eren’s groan was only to stress his impatience, but once he looked over to him, he realized he wasn’t just giving directives from the sidelines. His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth, and his hand was moving steadily against the noticeable tent in his sweatpants.

He was enjoying this just as much as Reiner was, getting off to the sight of his girlfriend under another man, his roommate nonetheless.

Reiner suddenly felt strange. What the hell was he doing providing entertainment for Eren?

“Reiner,” your needy voice pulled him out of his reflection. His attention drifted back to you, watching while you propped yourself up on your elbows and slid your unsteady hands over your chest to tweak your own nipples, as if you were trying to hold yourself over.

He wished you hadn’t looked so tempting, even with your disheveled hair and sweaty skin, your vulnerable eyes fixated on him, and he was powerless.

Reiner hooked his fingers around your underwear, kissing a trail down the inside of your thighs as he pulled your panties down to your ankles before slipping them off and letting them pool on the floor.

“Spread wide baby, let him see that pretty pussy,” Eren stirred, cock now thrust out the top of his grey sweats and his swollen tip glistening with precum. His hand was wrapped firmly around his stiff length, moving slow while his breathing quickened.

For once, Reiner agreed with him, and he pressed his fingers into your thighs to aid you in parting your legs. Your pussy was slick with your own arousal, squelching as you tightened around nothing. You were even prettier than he’d imagined.

“Fuck,” Reiner breathed, extending two fingers to part your folds. Was he still sure he wasn’t dreaming?

He wrapped his built arms around your legs, pulled you closer, and lowered his head. He fixed his lips to your swollen clit, allowing his tongue to lap and circle around the tender bud every few seconds.

“Oh my god,” you cried, writhing against the sheets.

If he hadn’t secured your legs in his grip, he was certain you would have smothered him between your thighs out of reflex. He could detect the way you fought against his hold, but he far overpowered you in strength.

When he plunged his tongue inside you without notice, that was nearly enough to send you over the edge. You pulled on the sheets with a frenzied grip, producing a shrill cry your neighbors had certainly heard. There was no doubt about it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you murmured, chest expanding and falling with labored breaths.

Reiner wanted to spend a few more generous minutes tasting you, he couldn’t get enough, but he also wasn’t sure how much longer he would last. His cock was hot and hard in his pants, and he needed to feel you around him. Even if Eren wouldn’t let him cum inside of you, he needed to experience at least that much.

He rose to his feet, working quickly against his pants’ zipper while trying not to tease himself by looking at you. He was worried the mere sight of you on the bed, spread and ready for him would be enough to bring him to a climax, but he’d made the mistake of looking at you anyways, hand between your legs, delicate fingers rubbing at your clit while you stared up at him.

Fucking hell. Kill me. Reiner thought. Fuck. He felt the throbbing heat of his cock, and he wished you wouldn’t look at him like that. He really wished you wouldn’t look at him like that.

“Look at her, so desperate to be filled. It’s almost pathetic,” Eren laughed, but it was clear he was feeling your effect too. He lolled his head forward, long brown hair spilling over his shoulders and obscuring his face while his palm worked fast against his cock.

Shut up, Reiner thought. His head was growing hazy, and he couldn’t think. He needed to be inside you, and he couldn’t wait a second longer.

Reiner let himself free while his pants and underwear hung low around his knees. He couldn’t even find time to delight in the way your face melted into bliss once you laid eyes on his thick cock, leaking precum in sinful amounts because all he could think about was his ache. He leaned over you, positioning himself at your entrance.

He’d been waiting for this for so goddamn long.

Reiner exhaled when you said his name again, hips undulating against his cock and wet folds stroking his tip. He watched as he pushed himself into you, filling you to the hilt, and once he was inside he hung his head forward, eyes shut tightly in a painful sort of ecstasy.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Reiner grunted breathlessly.

He groaned, pinning your hips down with his once you attempted to fuck yourself onto his cock.

“Stop moving,” he pleaded. “Jesus christ--please don’t move.” He stayed still for a moment, waiting until his sensitivity subsided before he started rocking his hips against you slowly.

Reiner couldn’t dedicate his focus to anything other than the feeling of your slick walls clenching around his cock every time he pulled out, and the way he stretched you out every time he thrusted back in. He wondered if you could feel the depth of his desire.

“Harder,” you whispered once, and then begged louder. “Reiner please, fuck me harder.”

At first, Reiner was worried. He wanted to be gentle, he wanted to savor you, and he wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt you, but your request had him picking up the pace, ramming into you until the familiar slapping sound of sweaty skin filled the room.  

You unraveled and became completely undone, letting out loud moans every time he drove his cock into you. Reiner thought the sound was incredibly euphonic as it fell upon his ears. You were like this because of him.

“How’s this?” His voice was husky and deep beside your ear.

Reiner was pleased by your lack of response. You could only nod, overwhelmed by the dual sensation brought on by him and the feeling of your quick fingers against your clit. You secured an arm around his neck again and wrapped your legs around his torso, clinging to him like he was all you needed. He wished that was how you really felt.

“Close…,” you murmured, and Reiner deduced you were warning him that you were near your orgasm. He could tell by the way your walls began to spasm.

Reiner felt the small of his back tighten, and he knew he was close too. He was torn between his release and holding himself back, not ready for this to end just yet, but his body betrayed him and he felt his cock twitch inside you.

Luckily, you reached your climax first, and Reiner watched in awe as your body seized underneath him, breasts bobbing with every jolt while you worked your clit into overstimulation. It wasn’t long after your orgasm that he made his last rueful thrusts. He quickly pulled out and clasped himself in the curve of his hand. He pumped his length until he released in quick spurts onto your stomach, covering you in his hot seed, and he kept pumping until he made sure he emptied himself of every drop.

His eyes quickly darted over to Eren, not to be odd or anything, but again, he had forgotten he was there. It seemed Eren had already satisfied himself. The creamy, white liquid decorating the bare skin of his abdomen and dribbling down his loose fist was evidence of that. Now that he had appeased his urges, he seemed disinterested as he reached over his desk and plucked a few tissues to clean himself up.

Reiner collapsed beside you, listening to the loud thudding of his heart as it delivered a few ecstatic beats while he caught his breath and began to calm down. He stared at the pivoting fan blades, and then his eyes dropped down to you lying next to him, sweaty and fucked out.

You were laying there with him, and goddammit he wanted to reach his arms out and wrap them around you, pulling you close so he could hold you and feel your heartbeat against his chest. He’d press kisses to your salty forehead, and then tell you how much he loved you. He wanted to stay like this.

Reiner's ideal vision dissolved once Eren stopped at the edge of the bed and extended his hand for you to grab.

“You wanna join me for a shower, baby?” Eren asked.

Of course, you took it, allowing him to support you until you were sitting up.

You released an exhausted laugh. “Yes, please.” You then turned to Reiner and arched your eyebrow in surprise. “By the way, not bad, Braun.”

Reiner gave you a small smile in return, but said nothing as he watched you cover your breasts with your arm and let Eren hoist you off the bed. You two slid past him and headed out of the room, but not without Eren looking back over his shoulder, shooting Reiner a shit-eating grin, as though reminding him who you’d always belong to.

[absolutepokemontrash]

The Brothers and Side Characters Play the Sims

I don’t know what possessed me to make this but WHATEVER. I’ve been playing the Sims since I was a wee little girl, and I’ve seen my fair share of weird Sims stuff that I feel would fit these bozos perfectly.

My Sims have a Functional Family Life Because I Don’t (Lucifer)

God dammit Levi’s obsessed with another game... ugh.

Spends 5 minutes in Create-a-Sim and hops into a starter home.

Lucifer’s the type to start with all the average stuff and then build their stuff up as his sim gets promotions.

It’s just... so peaceful...

...he’s adopting a dog.

Look at his new little virtual family... his sim-kids are self sufficient and getting A’s in school, his Sim spouse MC or Diavolo take your pick loves his Sim-self, his sim-dog-

WAIT NO- THE DOG’S AN ELDER?!

AAAAAAAAAAAAA-

...

He’s fine. It was just a virtual dog. *sniffle*

He’s now spending his free time drinking Demonus and playing the Sims.

What’s a mod? Levi why does your sim have gun?

Behold, My Gorgeous Home... It’s a Box (Mammon)

Mammon, like the rest of the HOL, is mooching off of Levi’s Origin account.

“AW SHIT! This house looks awesome! I’m gonna build it for Sim-me to live in!”

Mammon proceeds to build a box with rooms. Yay...

He just picks the funnest sounding job if he picks any job at all for his Sim. That’s how he ended up making 9 dollars an hour in the criminal career.

Didn’t stop Mammon from buying that solid gold bathroom set from Get Famous... a box with solid gold bathrooms.

His Sim is broke send help-

“Leviiiiiii my sim needs money... the people my sim kidnapped and is forcing to paint aren’t making enough money...” “Ugh... press control shift C and type ‘motherlode’.”

...Levi made a mistake.

“FUCK YEAH! MOTHERLODE!”

His sim’s life is so chaotic, he has a piranha pool that his sim has almost died in twice, the sim is carrying on several torrid love affairs, his sim got struck by lightning, his sim has nearly died in a grilled cheese making accident twice... in the same day.

At least once Sim-Mammon and Sim-MC get married things calm down a little.

Mammon finds out what custom content is and proceeds to download EVERYTHING HE CAN FIND.

And now he’s asking Levi why his computer is running so slow.

Expansion Pack King (Leviathan)

He got into it back when the Sims 2 was new, he’s a veteran fan.

“Bro remember when Agnes Crumplebottom would show up and whack the shit out of your sims if they were flirting?”

��Remember when that witch would show up randomly on the lot you were on if you had Makin’ Magic?”

“Remember when Bella Goth was abducted by aliens and we just... didn’t question it?”

He whines about the Sims4 and how crappy it is but still buys every expansion pack, game pack, and stuff pack.

This boy watches like 40 hours of built tutorials and ends up sobbing over his weird roofs.

“WHY DOESN’T IT LOOK AS NICE AS THE ONE I’M LOOKING AT?! THIS ISN’T FAIR!”

The mod folder is so full istg-

Levi gets custom content for the sole purpose of making his favourite fictional characters.

This is why Henry and the Lord of Shadows are married and Ruri-chan and Sim-Levi are roommates.

Oh my god they were roommates-

Levi also added his brothers to the world and uh... Sim-Mammon died in a tragic pool accident F.

Levi then proceeded to befriend the Grim Reaper.

He’s anxiously awaiting the release of Paralives.

Wait Gameplay? In This Build Simulator? (Satan)

Satan’s here to build and leave. Gameplay who?

Our favourite bundle of rage is a master architect and the amount of followers on the Gallery he has shows it.

He takes up those build shell challenges and always ends up making them look positively perfect.

Asmo’s always using his houses, and Satan often takes requests when he gets bored.

No Mammon, he reserves the right to refuse to build a golden castle for you- YOUR SIM HAS 40 SIMOLEONS-

No mods, no CC, he’s building with what EA gave him.

...and EA gave him debug objects, and he’s not going to explain how to get them.

The one time he did actually play with a family... it was one sim and seven cats.

He tries to play without cheats... and ends up getting frustrated and turns on cheats.

All hail the Pets Expansion Pack.

Custom Content Soap Opera (Asmodeus)

Asmo spends 5 hours in Create a Sim then just... clicks out of the game.

That’s how it goes most of the time, buuuuuut when he gets super invested in a family he’s made, boy howdy is he INVESTED.

Sim A is carrying on an affair with Sim C who’s in love with Sim B who’s married to Sim A but Sim D wants to kill Sim A and C even though they’re the illegitimate child of Sim C-

When Asmo realizes that in the Sims 4 he needs to manufacture all the drama himself and he can’t just sit back with a glass of wine and watch the fireworks, he switches to the Sims 2 and 3.

“...why is this old lady beating up my Sim..?”

He immediately recoils in horror upon seeing how ugly the Sims are pre Sims4.

HE NEEDS TO FIX THIS-

Ah, there we go, perfect. Custom Content to the rescue!

He ends up remaking the entire world just so he doesn’t have to look at weird looking Sims.

Asmo is the only one to have finished a proper Legacy Challenge, but it gets crazy chaotic after gen 3.

“My sim just got abducted by aliens and now he’s pregnant- WHAT?!”

He has about 40 saves and only two he actually plays.

Just a Big Ol’ Happy Family (Beelzebub)

Beel found the game, proceeded to make everyone in create-a-sim to the best of his abilities, and made everyone get along.

That’s why Sim-Lucifer and Sim-Belphie are on a swing set together, they’re friends :D

“Hey Luke do you think you can make this?” “I-is that a cake shaped like a hamburger?” “Yes. Please make.”

He took one look at the cooking options and decided to max out his Sim’s cooking skill to unlock all the options.

Beel proceeded to drool all over his keyboard. Gross...

Boy howdy did he have some crazy dinner suggestions!

Overall, very wholesome Sim-life, except for the time Sim-Levi died because the toilet caught fire, don’t worry, Sim-Beel knows how to make ambrosia.

All is good in the Sim save...

...until Sim-Beel ate pufferfish nigiri and fuckin died-

Wait Did I Not Pause- (Belphie)

Huh, this game looks fine... I’ll play for a little- *SNORE*

Belphie makes some sims, plops them into a starter home, plays for an hour, then falls asleep.

He wakes up five hours later to absolute carnage.

Three sims have died because someone decided to make Mac and Cheese and the oven caught fire, the kids were taken away by social services, and the dog ran away.

“...heheh, holy shit everyone look.”

He doesn’t play often, but when he does, death occurs. He has found out every death method for every game from Sims 2 to 4.

And that INCLUDES the Sims Medieval! You guys remember that game?

Sometimes it’s not intentional, but Belphie got bored with the totally normal life his sims were living and decided to spice it up.

“Why are the ghosts breaking my showers..?”

Help There’s a Bug- (Diavolo)

The Crown Prince started playing when he noticed Lucifer was playing it.

He was immediately obsessed.

Dia mostly plays the Sims Medieval because he likes the feeling of achievement after completing a quest!

“Barbatos... why isn’t my Sim completing their task? The icon won’t show up.” “My lord it appears the game is bugged.” “:(“

No one thought to tell Diavolo that EA doesn’t plan on offering bug support to a game made in like... 2009

This doesn’t matter! Look at how great his kingdom is doing- oh no his hero has the plague-

He plays through the Pirates and Nobles expansion and manages to get the peaceful ending, he’s so proud of himself.

“MC! Look! My Monarch’s sword is permanently on fire and I’m fighting an evil wizard!”

When he does play the other Sims games he’s pretty basic, though, he does a great job at furnishing!

Dia gets crazy sad when his Sims die... he turns off aging.

Builder no. 2 (Barbatos)

Barbie doesn’t have time for this... but when he does, he builds.

No create a sim.

No playing the game as intended.

Just builds.

It’s relaxing, okay? A nice little suburban house he’s never going to play in, maybe a treehouse, maybe a big Hollywood Mansion...

The only time he actually plays the game outside of build mode is when someone needs his help to fix something in-game.

He does download custom content build items if he feels bored by the current selection.

Oh Crap What Am I Doing?! (Simeon)

Help him. Please.

He’s so confused.

“Luke, why is my sim upset?” “He’s hungry, Simeon.” “Oh, how do I fix that?” “...Simeon-”

There’s a toilet in the middle of the living room.

The fridge is facing the wall.

There’s no bathtub or shower.

The house is on fire- there is no god- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Okay, once he gets the hang of it he’s sitting pretty. His sims have good jobs, the kids are getting good grades, everything’s fine.

...

But Simeon won’t forget the nightmares.

What Even is This Save? (Solomon)

Solomon’s save is the definition of chaos.

One sim’s a vampire, the other is a spellcaster that really wants to fight the Callientes for some reason, there’s one normal sim that’s always sick for some reason,

It gets weird, confusing, and horrible.

Just how Solomon likes it.

His house makes no sense, like, what even is architecture?

Money cheats are needed because Solomon‘a goal of chaos and confusion is proving to be kind of expensive.

Square up Mortimer Goth, Solomon’s sims are here to steal your weird knight statue that’s worth a shit ton of simoleons for NO REASON.

He joined the scientist career for the sole purpose of getting to the alien planet and kidnapping adding an alien to the household via cheats.

The vampire ended up dying on their wedding day because Solomon forgot that he gave them the sun weakness.

Oh well, the ghost got added to the household! VAMPIRE GHOST!

The Child (Luke)

Before you say Luke’s too young to play the Sims, you should know that I was nine when I first started playing, and I turned out fiiiiiiiiiine.

He’s just happy to be playing.

Look, his sims are gardening :D

Look, two of them are getting married :D

Look, they had a baby :D

Look, his sims are building a rocket ship :D

Look, his sims’s rocket just crashed-

The concept of death hit the little angel right in the face that day.

“*sniffle*... my sims...”

Don’t worry, with tears in his eyes, Luke quit without saving and everything was fine!

Speaking of My Sims, Luke played MySims Sky Heroes and that was when Luke had his first bout of gamer rage.

MC came over to hang out with Solomon and Simeon, and in the distance they could just hear:

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY TIME WASN’T FAST ENOUGH TO CONTINUE THE STORY!? I’LL SHOW YOU FAST ENOUGH TIME!”

Okay, maybe Simeon should take the game away... just for a bit... he should take heed not to be bitten by the incredibly angry chihuahua.

Bonus:

MC: Why are our Sims married?

*Insert Boy Here*: Uh... that’s weird... I have no clue why they’re doing that...

[y0itsbri]

Hi Bri 🥰

C-16 if you'd like to 👀

Coffee dates and disasters

au with college!lip and barista!mandy where ian is a frequent visitor at the campus café and meets mickey under rather unfortunate circumstances. don't cry over spilled milk, buddy.

which also fits under a.u.gust for @gallavichthings

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"never would have thought you the type to come to one of these places," ian mused, looking around the small café with only lamps and string lights illuminating the space. "can't believe college changed you, man," ian clutched at his heart dramatically.

"don't worry. 'm still the annoying bastard you love so dearly," lip squeezed ian's shoulder before he sauntered up to the counter.

the barista's bored expressed brightened when she saw them. her perky demeanor was matched by a high pitched voice, "hey lip," she smiled, dark lipstick striking. she appraised ian with a somewhat predatory eye, "hello, lip's friend."

"uh, brother," ian coughed.

lip rolled his eyes, "and he's gay so don't even try it, mandy."

she pouted and flicked her hair behind her shoulder, "not that it's any of your business, anyways."

ian chuckled besides him, drawing another smile out of mandy, this one kinder, sweeter.

"what can i get you boys?"

the pink highlights glistened in her dark hair as she whipped up lip's cold brew and ian's caramel macchiato, then proceeded to insist that this one is on the house. neither of them argued, but thanked her before they settled down in some stools by the window.

"fucking the barista privileges?" ian asked, raising his eyebrow at his slut of a brother.

"i think of it more like fellow south sider charity," he rubbed his bottom lip, "but yours works too," lip smirked around the edges of his coffee cup.

"you're an idiot."

"can a man who got us free drinks really be deemed an idiot?" lip philosophized.

ian paused, taking a moment of thorough consideration. he looked lip straight in the eyes as he answered, "if that man is you, then without a doubt."

lip tried to knock ian's cup out of his hand, but failed at his attempt. ian thanked his well-practiced jrotc skills and a lifetime experience of growing up in a house packed with annoying siblings for his victory.

they chatted about the robotics classes lip was taking, how he got full-time access to one of the labs, and his weird ass roommate who may or may not be gay if ian is at all interested. ian scrunched up his face. after hearing so many horror stories about the guy, ian didn't want anywhere near him. he wasn't that desperate yet.

the second that lip was out of his seat and heading to the bathroom, the beautiful mess that was mandy descended.

"hiiii lip's gay brother," she leaned against the table.

"it's ian," he spun his empty cup in his hands. he couldn't help himself from smiling at her charisma.

"well hi, ian, i just wanted to say sorry if i spooked you earlier. i just had no idea lip's brother would be so cute!"

"his ugly mug's not too hard to beat." ian laughed. "he got the short end of the gallagher stick, literally."

"cute and charming. you're funny, ian gallagher, i like you." she placed her hand on his shoulder for a moment, a movement so soft compared to her rather frantic appearance. "come back here anytime and it's on the house, yeah? i work most evenings after three."

"oh. uh- okay," ian scrambled for words, "thanks."

she squeezed his shoulder once before lip returned with a rather obnoxious entrance.

"ayo mands, stop harassing him!"

ian ducked his head in embarrassment.

"oh, shut up! i'm just clearing your cups," she winked at ian as she left.

mandy was something else. but she was kind and good company. ian could get used to the chill atmosphere over the chaos of the gallagher house anytime. he might just take up her offer.

--

"you'd think with all the time you spend here, you'd be offered a scholarship or something by now." mandy sipped on her chocolate frappuccino as she laid her feet across ian's lap. he always made sure to come visit during her breaks at least twice a week during the past couple months.

ian shrugged, "guess they only had room for one gallagher."

mandy hit his arm in a way that hurt. lip was fucked if he ever broke her heart.

"does fiona even know that this is where you sneak off to?"

"yeah." mandy's look said she didn't believe him. "well, kinda. she thinks i'm visiting lip, brotherly duties and all."

"yeah? how are those brotherly duties?"

"fuck if i know."

she laughed.

"i still think you should apply here for next fall," she encouraged, "could take some art classes."

"i suck at art."

"chemistry?"

"failed that."

"business?"

"yeah, no thanks."

mandy flipped him off, "fine. botany?

"ya know what? sure." he had always wanted to grow tomatoes.

"really?!"

"heart wants what it wants, mandy. we can't all be psychology brainiacs."

"brains and beauty, what can i say?" she teased. ian laughed, eyes glistening towards his friend. mandy made things better.

"hey," she continued, "there's this concert on the main campus lawn this weekend, you should totally come!"

"isn't that just for students?"

"they don't card, dummy."

"right, right, i knew that."

"sureeee. you in?"

ian mentally checked his work schedule.

"i'm in."

--

lip and ian strolled into the café a few days later. okay, maybe ian had felt a bit guilty for abandoning his brotherly duties lately, but at least this way he could hang out with both his best friends. well he could have if he remembered the fact that mandy had the day off for her behavioral neuroscience midterm. they had literally spent her previous shift reviewing the terms, he should have known.

ian's couldn't help his face from falling as another blonde barista took their orders, mostly eyeing lip the whole time.

"hi lip," she smiled a little too sincerely, "what can i get for you today?"

ian had ordered something new at the recommendation of the blonde and he was not a fan. and to make matters worse, he had to actually pay for the atrocity that he wouldn't even be able to finish.

"so how's your little coffee dates with mandy?" lip asked over his cup.

ian nearly choked on his god-awful americano. "how'd you know?"

"please. she's obsessed with you. every time i see her, it's 'ian this,' 'ian that,' 'ian might apply here in next year.'"

"oh."

"yeah, oh. when were you gonna tell me?!"

“it’s all mandy’s idea, i’m not even sure i want to,” ian muttered, refusing to make eye contact.

“dude, i’ve literally shared a room with you since the day you popped out of monica’s wretched womb, you think I can’t tell when you’re lying?”

okay maybe ian had been getting increasingly more excited about the idea of attending school and actually learning things that he wants to learn. something that might actually lead him somewhere real since rotc was looking more and more like a poor man's fantasy the more that he thought about it.

“I was gonna tell you, swear on it.” and he was. once he convinced himself that lip wasn't going to straight up laugh in his face. but the look in his eye seemed genuinely supportive.

“mhm, i gotta catch my english lit class," lip stood up, swinging his tattered tan backpack across one shoulder. he patted ian's shoulder in his big brother ways, "don’t be a stranger, yeah?”

“yeah, yeah for sure! have fun learning a language you already know!” lip flipped him off at his smartass remark.

soon after, ian stood up to return his drink to the counter, the anxiety from the conversation making him entirely lose whatever appetite he might have had. plus, it wasn’t the same here without lip or mandy. he just wanted to be wrapped up in a cocoon in his own bed. but that was so far away. maybe he could catch an early ride—

thump.

ian crashed into a guy’s sturdy body.

the remnants of his shitty drink spilled in an americano nightmare over both of them, ceramic pieces shattering on the floor in a truly horrific manner.

ian yipped and the other man let out a grunt of irritation.

they were fucking soaked. well, at least the coffee wasn't hot? ian tried justifying the situation, but, nah, this was bad.

"shit! i'm so sorry, lemme," ian reached out and the shorter man flinched away.

they were now far enough apart that ian got a good look at him. a leather jacket.. now covered in ian's drink -- shit. and shockingly piercing blue eyes that lingered too long on ian's before his cheeks turned a shade of pink that made ian's stomach flutter.

he might have seemed cold if he didn’t make ian feel so warm.

"it’s cool, man. i gotta go, uh," and he walked out of the café without looking back.

fuck.

ian smelled like coffee the entire train ride to the back of the yards. he laid in his bed regretting his entire life.

no mandy. no lip. no dignity.

--

the day of the concert that mandy had invited him to rolled around. ian wouldn’t admit it, but he was nervous to spend a coffee-less evening with mandy, their entire friendship built inside that one room. his little bubble of safety was bursting.

well, to be honest, the bubble had burst the moment that his disaster of a coffee was spilled onto one of the most ridiculously pretty guys that he's ever seen. every time he closed his eyes, he remembered the guy’s face shift from hostile to something else. he was torn between wanting to know the his name and also on never seeing him again in fear that he would simply pass away of embarrassment.

hopefully mandy hadn't heard about it. they may not have been friends for a long time, but he already knew that she would never let him live it down.

"hey ian!" her familiar voice called. that sounded promising.

his face fell with relief as he finally spotted her at the corner. she embraced him in a warm hug before pulling back and giving him a once over.

"huh, could have sworn you'd still have coffee behind your ear or something after the description karen gave me of your little disaster the other day." she smirked, quite literally double checking behind his ears as they turned hot under her gaze.

"ugh, fuck, how much did she tell you?" he itched his forehead and scrunched up his nose.

"oh, calm your tits, it's funny as fuck." she giggled, punching his arm in a way that still unintentionally hurt.

"whatever. are you excited for the concert tonight?"

their reunion conversation lulled eventually, and ian noticed that they weren't necessarily standing alone.

no. fucking. way.

just his luck, if he was being honest. he probably deserved this.

there he stood. the man that has plagued his dreams the past few days. in a light wash jean jacket that was a little tight on the biceps, leaning casually against the wall, kicking the pebbles on the ground with his boot.

"uh, what's he doing here?" ian gestured towards the victim of The Coffee Incident.

“what, you know him?” mandy asked, walking them towards him.

“vaguely.” if that wasn’t the understatement of the year.

"huh. i didn’t think my idiot brother had any friends."

brother? how did ian not realize she had a brother?

"what, did you think i was going to babysit you all night? i can't let everyone here thinking you're my boyfriend, no offense or whatever, but you're in good hands!" she kissed his cheek, clearly not helping her own not-looking-like-her-boyfriend rule.

ian eyed said brother's good hands only to see the faded letters of FUCK U-UP on them. oh.

mandy pushed ian over to her brother, "ian, mickey. mickey, ian," she introduced before pushing and shuffling her way through the crowd of college students to find herself someone’s cheap ass fruity alcohol to mooch off of.

mickey. ian's brain repeated over and over, a chime against the murmuring sea of voices they found themselves enveloped by.

"nice jacket," ian pointed out, an awkward attempt to converse before shoving his hands back in his pockets.

"it's my second favorite." the corners of his mouth lifted like there was more to the statement. ian took the bait, as if he could resist.

"what's your first?"

"first is still airing out the fuckin’ coffee smell," he smirked as ian groaned. "oh c’mon, man, don't go crying over spilled milk."

how could he not? on the bright side, he didn’t seemed to hate ian for it.

“if it was anyone else,” mickey drawled, “they’d have to get a beat down for it.”

“why do I get a free pass?” ian mused.

“well, you’re mandy’s friend, right?”

“yup,” ian tried to suppress his disappointment. he really did. but fiona always told him he wore his heart on his sleeve.

“yeah, that ain’t why, though,” his eyebrows waggled suggestively and ian nearly felt his heart drop out of his ass.

ian blessed whatever coffee god was out there for sending him both mandy and the beautiful man in front of him.

“you wanna go listen to the band?” ian nodded his head towards the stage with passionate players jumping around like they were playing lollapalooza or some shit.

“lead the way, stud, just try to keep your drinks off of me this time,” mickey knocked into ian’s own flannel covered shoulder.

yeah, ian couldn’t believe his luck. maybe karma was finally on his side.

—

mandy smirked at her brother and best friend not-so-subtly checking each other out over the course of the night, bopping their heads to the music and downing whatever free booze they could get their hands on.

she hoped that adding mickey to the equation would be enough incentive to convince ian to stick around. things were better when he was near.

the way that ian followed mickey around like a lost puppy with that dopey moon-eyed look, it seemed like her hopes would come true.

and when both ian and mickey strolled into the café to come visit her at work the next week, mickey in his worse-for-wear leather jacket and ian in borrowed denim, she thanks the coffee gods for her luck.

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

2021 MOVIES, #16

single all the way. this movie is so incredibly gay.

that’s really the only thing you need to know, the only part that mattered to me. it is christmas. it is gay. it is GAY CHRISTMAS. what more could i want?

i was sold on this one even without knowing it had jennifer coolidge and kathy najimy and barry bostwick and jennifer robertson. so many ties to queer culture! and again, the central (and only) romance in the movie is gay. 

truly still stunned this exists in my lifetime. in a good way. but onto the actual review (this turned out surprisingly long as i picked apart its few flaws so i’m cutting it here lol):

friends to lovers tropey goodness, where the classic ‘city folk discover the joys of small town christmastime’ story plays out with a gay man whose family is obsessed with seeing him partnered up.

it was a little hard for me, a queer person estranged from her family of origin, to suspend my disbelief well enough to believe the main character’s decision to prioritize family time and his hometown. in that way, this movie is kind of the opposite of every found family narrative--the unfulfilled gay man improves his life not by building a family in his lonely city but by deciding to fit his dreams and love life back into the town and family he left. 

the weird traditional bent of that, and the unanswered questions about his best friend/love interest, are probably the things that stood out for me less than awesomely. it’s made clear that his best friend misses having a family, and so is grateful to be included with the large one here...but his future partner seems oblivious to the pain that goes along with that. he thanks his friend constantly for ‘being there’ and ‘being him’ but never asks questions or offers support in return.

so, not to get too deep about a fluffy netflix christmas movie, but i’d worry about how that dynamic would play out in their future relationship. the best friend treats him as essential, going so far as to make his dream business possible--and the whole time he’s insisting that his life and work are adaptable, mobile, can totally adjust to what the main character wants. he deserves reciprocity.

when it comes to tiny quibbles about realism (though obviously i know these movies are not actually meant to be realistic) there’s also the part where we’re supposed to believe that these two best friends/roommates have no friend group or anyone else they would miss from their city lives after they completely relocate to a slower style of living? 

speaking of which, the movie makes it clear that the area has very few queer people--but once the main character decides he misses his family, i guess that doesn’t matter outside of his romantic prospects? to me it seems weird that he doesn’t feel the need for any larger gay community, just his best friend and his very straight family to spend the rest of his life with. but okay.

and we’re supposed to not find it at all concerning that half of the couple will be a young black man moving to new hampshire where the only people he knows are his partner’s family, in a state that’s less than 2 percent black? i respect shows like schitts creek that decide to eliminate homophobia, but implying that the small town we see here is free of both homophobia AND racism feels like quite a lot to ask us to believe just because it’s christmas. 

lol that’s not even touching on how far over the line his family take their meddling for the sake of pushing him toward the ‘right’ future. i was fully rooting for the two best friends to end up together, but by the time his nieces decided to ENDANGER HIS BEST FRIEND’S LIFE in order to blackmail him into a confession, with no interest in what either of the men truly wanted outside of their plan...part of me wanted him to end up with the other guy just to spite them! like, fuck your bullying and manipulation and certainty that your supposed-loved-one doesn’t have the right to make his own choices.

as a general plot point, that sort of thing doesn’t bother me in small doses, but i have never seen it be so obnoxiously over the top. Kind Dad barry bostwick was the only one trying to give them room to choose while also putting his opinion out there. i wish they could have all been like that. 

with those caveats though, i loved the romance and the cast and the lead actors i had never met before. i will never forget jennifer coolidge’s pageant or how i never considered her to be perfect casting for kathy najimy’s sister but nothing makes more sense once you see it. i wanted more story for the best friend because he deserved to be more than just support during what was a hard time of year for him too, but it was nice to love him at all--i loved both the guys, and that can be rare for me with romcoms now. it was a great little christmas movie.

[yoddream]

part 1 is here

(TW: talks of weight and clothing size)

It had been a couple months since Jeno apologized. It had been rough at times, for he had missed out on a lot with not only you but your other friends as well. Renjun had also gotten into a relationship, so he wasn’t available as much, but he always made time for you guys, and sometimes one of you would invite his partner along.

Jaemin was back home for a family emergency, so he’d missed out on the initial reunion. He had returned not too long after, but when he did he’d given Jeno the cold shoulder for almost two weeks. everyone had felt it was a little excessive, but he stood his ground until he was ready.

Mark and Haechan had had a huge fight, resulting in them taking a break for about a month. It had resulted in you and Haechan eating a bunch of takeout while watching youtube videos multiple nights a week. Nobody knew what the fight was actually about, but it made everyone worried the couple would break up permanently.

Jisung and Chenle were the only ones that didn’t really have anything happen to them. They still attended class and hung out with the group, but that was it. It was almost as if they were immune to any drama.

When it seemed like everything had settled, you were worried about something else coming up to ruin everything. It seemed to good to be true for everything to feel right again. Was a random quiz going to pop up in one of your classes? Would your apartment flood? We’re your parents going to call you with bad news?

No. Instead, you ran into Yeeun.

You’d gone to the boba shop a few blocks away from your apartment to reward yourself for getting your essay done a couple days before it was due. Sure, you could’ve gone whenever, but rewarding yourself with it motivated you, and it made the drink taste that much better. Jeno was back at your place, still writing his paper, so you’d offered to get him some to keep going, which then turned into you offering to get some for Haechan and Mark as well.

When you walked into the shop, you almost bumped into Yeeun. She looked as put-together as usual, with her hair glossy and straight, an outfit that consisted of baggy jeans and a cropped cardigan, and perfect makeup to accentuate her big eyes. It reminded you of how despite her obviously looking upset the days after the break up, she still put herself together as if nothing had happened.

“O-oh. Hi Yeeun,” you said hesitantly.

She smiled brightly, which shocked you. “Hi, Y/N! How have you been?”

“I’ve been doing well. How—how have you been?” you asked.

“I’ve been doing okay. The break-up’s been rough, but my friends are helping me get through it. How’s Jeno been doing?”

“Not well. He’s been upset, but we’re doing everything we can to get his mind off it,” you explained.

“That’s good. Well, I have class in a few minutes, so I should get going.” As she walked around you, you spun around and called out her name. She turned to you with her eyebrows raised as she waited.

“Can I ask why you broke up with Jeno? None of us have been able to figure it out.”

She smiled sadly. “One time, he and I were eating lunch in the hall. You and your friends were sitting on the other side, looking over every once in a while until you picked up your phone and texted him. You had asked to hang out for movie night, but he said he already had plans with me. You just looked so sad and heartbroken, and I had remembered him talk about your movie nights and how special they were. Seeing how you reacted, I’d sneaked a look at his phone and saw that he’d turned you down almost every time you asked to hang out. I couldn’t get in the way of a friendship like that, especially knowing how close you were before I started dating him.”

“Why didn’t you just talk to him about it?” you asked genuinely.

“I thought about it, but something told me it wouldn’t have done anything,” she explained. When she looked at her watch, she cursed. “I really gotta go. You should text me, though! We can have a girls’ day!”

Once you’d gotten your order, you rushed back to your apartment and practically threw Jeno’s drink at him before rushing down the hall to Haechan’s room. With your free hand, you banged on the door while shouting “Code pink! Code pink!”

Code pink: ran into someone’s ex.

The door flew open, and you handed Mark his drink before pushing past him to grab Haechan. Dragging your roommate into your bedroom, you locked the door behind you and led him into your closet before closing the door behind you as well to assure nobody heard you talk.

“This story better be good enough for you to drag me back into the closet,” Haechan joked.

“Shut up, idiot. I ran into Yeeun.”

“What?!”

You shushed him harshly. “I don’t need those two breaking into my room trying to figure out what we’re talking about!”

“Tell. Me. Everything.”

So you did. The whole time you told your story, his eyes were wide as he took everything in. There were guesses as to why she’d broken up with Jeno, but nobody was close to the actual reason. And to hear that she wanted to stay in contact with you? It seemed impossible.

When you were done, Haechan sat there without saying a single word. What could he even say? Yeeun and Jeno had had a relationship that seemed perfectly fine. They weren’t toxic towards each other, and they weren’t nasty to each other’s friends.

“I never thought I’d hear about a couple breaking up to help someone outside of their relationship,” he finally said.

“Well, parents break up all the time because it’s better for their child,” you pointed out.

“But that kid is a part of the relationship. It’s their child. Breaking up because a friend is hurting? That’s new to me.”

There was a pause before you asked, “What do I do now?”

Haechan let out a big sigh. “I have no idea. If you wanna be friends with her, I don’t see why not. I would just wait a couple days before you text her. As for Jeno—well, there’s no way to tell how he would react.”

“Are you guys done? Hyuckie and I were supposed to watch a movie!” Mark called out.

Haechan rolled his eyes before muttering, “And everyone says I’m obsessed with him.”

“Go have your date night. I’m gonna see if Jeno needs help with his essay,” you said, shoving Haechan when he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

Haechan liked to joke that you and Jeno were dating, even though everyone knew you didn’t like each other. It had been an ongoing joke since you were in high school, but it’d stopped while Jeno and Yeeun were still together.

When you opened your bedroom door, Jeno and Mark were standing right there. Mark immediately grabbed Haechan and dragged him across the hall, leaving you with your best friend. He was staring at you with an unreadable expression, which worried you a little. Did he hear you?

“What are you hiding?” he asked, a smirk growing on his face.

You groaned loudly. “You asshole! I thought you were actually upset with me.”

“I’m just surprised that it’s a secret I’m not allowed to know,” he stated.

"I’ll tell you at some point. How’s your paper coming?”

Jeno frowned instead of responding. You immediately knew what he wanted. Jeno had always had a problem with expressing himself, so you learned how to read him. What he wanted right now? He wanted to cuddle. The only problem was that if you went with it, he’d never get his paper done. It was due tonight.

“Jeno, you better get that assignment done. Don’t make me regret buying that boba for you,” you said.

With his frown deepening, Jeno turned and headed back to the living room. You took a sip of your drink and closed the door. He was being dramatic; he knew he could come to you after he was done.

You snuggled into your bed and started watching a video on your phone. You could feel your eyelids getting heavy, but you did everything you could to fight against it. As time went on, it got harder and harder. By the time you were about to fall asleep, there was a soft knock on your door before it slowly creaked open. Jeno shuffled himself in and closed the door behind him before turning to you. Without a word, you lifted the edge of your comforter and let him crawl in. His long hair fell over his eyes by the time he settled, so you gently pushed it away. He threw an arm over your torso and pulled you close, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You felt your whole body melt; it was just like old times.

///

A couple weeks had passed since you’d run into Yeeun. The two of you texted, and you’d even hung out with her a few times. Jeno either hadn’t found out yet, or he didn’t care. You were hoping it was the latter, but there was a good chance that wasn’t the case. He still seemed to be pretty heartbroken.

“What about this one?” Yeeun asked, holding up a dress.

The two of you were at the mall, shopping for a party. You’d never really gone to one, so you had one idea what to wear. The last time you were invited to a party, you didn’t want to go, so the guys had gone without you. It was actually how Jeno had met Yeeun.

“It’s cute,” you said. The dress was a bodycon that had a ruffle along the bottom. The straps were tied on the tops of the shoulders, and the fabric was a light pink. You could already tell it would look really nice on her.

“Yeah...I just don’t know if it’ll be good enough for the party,” she mumbled with a pout.

“Honestly, Yeeun, I think you could wear whatever the hell you wanted and look good,” you told her.

She frowned. “I guess. Well, how about you try it on?”

“No way. I could never wear that,” you stated with a firm shake of your head.

“Of course you can! Look, they have it in your size.” She swapped the dresses on the rack and held it out to you. “You don’t have to get it, but you can totally try it on. It’s not going to hurt you.”

“It could hurt my self-esteem,” you mumbled.

Yeeun took a step forward and gently grabbed you by the shoulders. “I know it’s not something you’d normally wear, but it’s just for fun. You are absolutely stunning, even if you think you aren’t. Trying on clothing is to see how something fits, not how you look in the clothing. If it feels too tight in certain areas, then you try a size up to see how that feels. It’s based on your level of comfort, not how you look. That’s why we try on clothes. A medium dress from here could be an extra-large dress from another store. Also, this color would look pretty on you.”

You paused. “Didn’t you just say that it’s not based on how you look?”

She rolled her eyes with a smile. “When it comes to how it fits on your body, silly. Color is completely different. This shade of pink may look better with your skin tone than a different shade of pink. C’mon, please?”

Sighing, you took the dress and dragged your feet to the fitting room. When you closed the door and locked it, you took a deep breath before starting to undress. Avoiding your reflection, you took the dress off the hanger and stepped into it before sliding it up. Once your arms were completely through the straps and the dress was settled, you turned to your reflection and grimaced. Clearly, it was too small, but you tried to remember what Yeeun said.

A medium dress from here could be an extra-large dress from another store.

“Y/N? How does it feel?” Yeeun called out.

Taking another deep breath, you opened the door and stepped out. She looked up from her phone and frowned. Your heart felt heavy as your stomach dropped. Did you really look that bad?

“Let me get a size up. See, this is what I meant when I said sizes are different in each store!” she called out while running back to the rack. She came back with a smile on her face. “I know it’s difficult to ignore what size the tag says. Trust me, a lot of people worry about it. I used to all the time, and I still do it every once in a while. But just remember that companies suck and they’re always fucking somebody over, whether that’s somebody that has a body more like Tess Holliday or somebody with a body more like Winnie Harlow. Now, switch into this dress and see how it fits.”

You did as you were told and looked at your reflection once again. Trying to keep in mind what Yeeun said, you thought about how the dress fit. It wasn’t cutting into your underarms anymore, and you felt like you could breathe without popping a stitch. When you stepped out, she squealed and clasped her hands together.

“You look so hot, no lie! How do you feel?” she asked.

“Little uncomfortable, but mostly because I don’t usually wear bodycon dresses,” you admitted. “But...”

“But?”

“But I think I could see myself wearing it. Maybe not to the party, but sometime in the near future.”

The grin on her face grew. “That’s what I like to hear.”

///

On the night of the party, Haechan was at Mark’s, leaving you alone with the apartment. You took your time getting ready, dancing around to the music that was playing on your phone. The party wasn’t for another couple hours, which gave you more than enough time to finish your makeup and hair. Your phone vibrated a couple times, but you figured it was just the group chat. They’d been blowing it up while you were in the shower, but you hadn’t read any of it.

You’d decided to wear the dress, telling yourself that you could leave if you felt uncomfortable. It was a big step for you, maybe even too big, but you wanted to try.

Once you were ready, you grabbed your bag and keys and opened your apartment door. On the other side was Jeno, wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. You stumbled back a little in surprise, your eyes wide at the sudden appearance of your best friend.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” you asked.

“I texted you, asking if you wanted to get some ice cream. I figured I’d show up when you didn’t answer.” He looked you up and down with a smile. “You look very pretty. Where are you going?”

“Um, Yeeun actually invited me to her party,” you mumbled.

His eyebrows raised in shock. “Oh. I didn’t know you two were talking.”

“Yeah. I, uh, I ran into her when I went to pick up boba.”

He grinned. “Is that what that code pink was about?”

“Maybe. You aren’t mad, are you?”

“I’m a little upset that you didn’t tell me, but I understand why you didn’t. Besides, I’m almost over the breakup,” he assured you. “I can drop you off, if you want. I’ll be driving by the sorority on my way home, so it’s not like I’ll be going out of my way.”

“Fine, but only because I wanna drink but don’t want to take an Uber,” you reasoned.

The ride over was filled with Jeno’s soft playlist. He always listened to it when he was studying or trying to nap because it kept him calm, so you were surprised to hear it in the car. When you asked about it, he told you that he liked to listen to it when he was driving at night. “It kept the calm ambience,” was his short explanation.

“Call me if you need a ride home, okay?” he asked once he was parked by the curb. “Or text me if you don’t. Just—let me know you’re okay, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes with a grin. “Yes, Jeno. Thank you for the ride.”

You didn’t hear his car drive off until the front door was open. Stepping inside, you immediately felt lost. It was loud, it was crowded, and it smelled like alcohol. Looking around, you tried to find a familiar face, but nobody was standing out.

“Y/N!”

Turning to your left, your eyes landed on Yeeun. She was wear a red, strapless dress that hugged her figure. Her makeup was simple, but it didn’t matter when she was as gorgeous as she was. Her eyes lit up when she saw what you were wearing before she hurried over.

“You decided to wear the dress!” she shouted.

“I did,” you said with a smile.

“Well, you look absolutely stunning. Come on, let’s get you a drink, and then I’ll introduce you to my friends!”

Alcohol was just what you needed to loosen up. Soon, you were joking around with Yeeun and her friends, and then you were dancing, and then you were taking shots, and then you were stumbling. Sorn handed you another shot glass, which you downed despite Yeeun telling you to slow down. You ignored her and kept drinking.

///

The first thing you noticed was the smell of the room. It was familiar, but you didn’t know how. Then, it was how stiff your body felt. Finally, the headache. Could it even be considered a headache? It felt like someone just kept stabbing your skull. When you opened your eyes, the room was dark. The clock on the nightstand said that it was almost eleven, though, which meant the blackout curtains were drawn.

So, you were in Jeno’s room.

You slowly rolled over and knocked into the boy, groaning as your head seemed to hurt even more. Slowly, you turned until you were facing him. Well, facing his back. He was facing away from you, snoring away. Without hesitation, you threw your arm over his waist and clung to him as you buried your face into the back of his neck, which woke him up.

“Hm, good morning,” he mumbled.

“Hurts,” you whined.

“Yeah, you were almost passed out by the time I got to the sorority. Thank Yeeun for calling me,” he replied.

“She called you?” you asked, your stomach clenching. Was it from the hangover?

“Yup. Honestly, I was pretty shocked to see her name pop up when my phone rang, but I’m glad. She was worried something would happen to you, but she trusted me to take care of you.” He rolled over, and you could barely make out his face. You did see a frown, though. “That’s the last time I try helping you change without exposing or touching anything. Who knew you’d be the kind of drunk that tries to strip?”

“Oh my god,” you whispered while hiding your face in his chest.

“My reaction exactly.”

“You didn’t see anything, did you?”

“No. I managed to stop you as you untied the second strap.”

With a groan, you rolled away and sat on the edge of the bed. He laughed before following you, squeezing your shoulder as he got up. He promised to make you breakfast and get you painkillers while you showered. You took your time in the bathroom, making sure not a single centimeter of your body felt dirty and gross. When you were done, you got dressed in the same t-shirt and sweatpants before heading into the kitchen.

Jeno was facing the stove, cooking some eggs and hash. When he heard you shuffle in, his turned around with a smile, but it dropped almost immediately. You frowned, unsure of why he looked at you like that. Shutting off the stove, he put his spatula down and walked over. He stopped in front of you before slowly bending down and capturing your lips in a soft kiss. You froze in shock before relaxing, your whole body melting under his touch. When he pulled away, you opened your eyes and raised your eyebrows.

“Oh,” you said.

“What?” he asked.

“Well, that makes sense.”

Letting out a surprised laugh, he questioned, “What makes sense?”

“I don’t know. It just—it makes sense! You kissing me just makes sense!”

“You’re so weird,” he said with a grin before leaning down to kiss you again.

There was a lot that still needed to be talked about. Neither of you could simply enter a relationship before talking about your feelings and going on dates, but you decided to push that to the back of your mind while you enjoyed kissing Jeno.

(”Can we keep this a secret from the guys for a little bit?”

“How come?”

“Well, I wanna see the look on Haechan’s face when he makes that joke about us dating.”

“I’m sorry, he does what?”)

[chefdoeuvre]

Rivalry

Kelly Severide

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Sister!Reader

Description: Being a badass just runs in the Severide genes.

Words: 2,479

Requested: yes by @ticklepete; Could you possibly do a Kelly Severide x Sister with #29 & #30. In my head she's a skilled firefighter on squad 3 (first fem to be on squad) and her and Kelly have a very close relationship but they also fight like your typical brother and sister. I also see Herrmann and a sorta father figure to her since Benny was MIA but you don't have to incorporate that. Make it your own! All I ask is that you make her a total badass please 😁😁

Warnings: complete 'badassery' and language.

A/N: I just love powerful women. I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors.

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Kelly Severide, he was the bane of your existence, but he was your brother and you loved him nonetheless. However, when it came to being competitive the number of challenges you'd give each other could go on for days. The last time it happened Herrmann had to put a stop before either of you could trash his bar. Everyone knew the day he challenged you to make Squad would be the day he would have to end up eating his words. So that's exactly what you did, you worked your ass off and became the only woman to ever make Squad. To say Kelly was proud of you would be an understatement. But then again that was just a backstop for him to push you to be your best because he knew you were an amazing firefighter from the day you started at 51. Among the Chicago Fire Department, they all knew the Severide siblings were one of the best firefighters their city ever had.

Here you were, sitting boredly at the Squad table with your feet kicked up while spinning from side to side in Kelly's, unsaid but still claimed, chair. The other guys were playing poker with their snacks while you flipped through a book, not really reading it. Kelly was off talking to Casey about who knows what when he came bounding into the apparatus floor with a wide smirk.

You looked up at your brother with a flat look, "what is it now?" You asked nonchalantly.

"I have a new challenge to propose." Kelly said with a shit-eating grin.

You kicked your feet off the table and sat up, suddenly intrigued by the topic.

"Alright, spill." You spoke up.

As Kelly went on with his proposal Squad had seemed to stop what they were doing and turned their attention to the both of you. The two of you were so engrossed in discussing the challenge you didn't notice Squad calling out to everyone in the firehouse to gather around to witness yet another 'Severide Sibling Face Off' as they liked to call it. Herrmann stood with his arms crossed, if the two of you came anywhere near his bar during this competition he wouldn't hesitate to rip the both of you a new one. Sure he loved you two like his own, but there is one thing you don't do, and that it mess with a man's precious bar.

By the end of your conversation, the entirety of the firehouse was gathered around the apparatus floor awaiting your decision.

Without a moment to spare you spoke up with a wide smile, "challenge accepted."

Kelly laughed, "be prepared to lose this time."

"Oh please, I can beat you any day." You mused with a smirk.

"It's on, Y/N. It's on." Kelly concluded.

Once the two of you shook hands and turned around you stopped in your tracks with a shocked face. Everyone was staring back at you two, some with wide smiles at the sibling rivalry others in irritation, mainly just Herrmann.

In all actuality, Kelly had challenged you to something you guys always did when running drills. The person who could climb to the top of the firehouse the quickest would win. Knowing this the two of you spent all week training enlisting the help of your friends.

"You're lucky you're my favorite." Herrmann grumbled from the top of the firehouse as he timed you for the fifth time that day. What could you say? You had a lot of free time this shift.

"Glad to hear that, Hermie." You grunted pulling yourself over the ledge and hopping onto the top of the roof.

"Another record. I swear every time you do it again you have more energy than the last attempt." Herrmann shook his head in disbelief, leaning back in the lawn chair he set up.

"Maybe it has something to do with the feeling of beating Kelly." You shrugged taking a gulp of water.

In the midst of you and Herrmann both making your way down from the roof the announcement system went off signaling a call. The two of you quickly bolted to the apparatus floor and hopped into your respective trucks. Once you pulled up to the scene Kelly, Boden, and Casey scanned the area. It seemed like it was a routine house fire. A redhead who was covered in soot came running up to you and Stella, the only women in 51 who, by chance, were standing beside each other.

"Help please, my daughter!" The woman frantically pleaded.

You turned to look at Boden who gave you a nod of his head. Pulling on your gear you and Stella took the second floor to scan while the rest of Truck and Squad split up and did the same with the basement and the first floor.

Stella took one side of the hall as you took the other searching for the young girl. Stella called out to you and said she had found nothing. You reassured her to just head out and said you were on your way to the last room and you'd meet her back outside. Just as you stepped into the last room, which looked like an eight-year-olds dream bedroom, you heard a cry. You kneeled down to be met with a strawberry blonde whimpering under the bed.

"Hey, sweetie. I'm Y/N, I'm a firefighter and here to help." You introduced to the frightened girl softly.

Seeing the smoke beginning to seep into the room you quickly turned your head to the girl once again.

"Can you come out so we can go see your mom outside?" You asked the girl gently as you reached toward her.

She quickly grabbed ahold of your hand as you pulled her out from under the bed and pulled her small frame into your arms.

"Y/N report!" Boden's urgent voice came from your walkie.

"I've got the girl and we're heading out now." You replied quickly as you stood up.

You hiked the girl up your hip as you covered her body with your turnout coat and instructed for her to keep her head tucked into your chest. You stepped out of the room running down the hall and down the stairs. Just before you neared the entrance it burst into flames as you backed up shielding the girl with your body. Out of the corner of your eye you caught sight of a side door and without a second thought, you bolted toward it. Pushing the door open you were greeted by the green grass, a driveway crowded with cars, and the side of the neighboring house. You peeled off your SCBA mask and took a much needed breath of fresh air.

In front of the house stood every firefighter in 51 staring at the house with open mouths. Kelly's mouth had dried when he scanned over the firefighters of Squad only to see that you weren't there. His heart stopped for a moment when he looked to Boden with wide eyes.

"Y/N? Y/N!" Kelly shouted into his walkie while simultaneously hoping on his life that you miraculously got out before the entrance went up in flames.

You however were too busy trying to find your way around all the parked cars. You didn't know how they managed to fit the two cars in a driveway only meant for one car, but you did your best to squeeze your way through. While the rest of 51 was frantically waiting on your arrival and for the fire to be put out you grunted your way past the first car. You looked down at the girl who was gripping onto you tightly.

"You alright there, kiddo?" You asked rubbing your hand down the small girl's back. You received a nod and a hum in response as you set out between the second car. During this entire feat, you hadn't realized that your walkie was switched off when you curled into yourself to protect the girl from the blaze.

Exhaling a deep breath when you squeezed out from in between the house and the second car you made your way down the length of the driveway. The first people to see you were Sylvie and Gabby as they ran to you with a gurney. You set the girl down on the gurney as she thanked you when a bigger body came barreling into you. It took you a second to gain your composure, but you soon saw the tuft of salt and pepper hair beside your face. You were quick to reciprocate the hug and squeezed your brother tightly. Digging your head into his chest you heard everyone from 51 cheering at your safety. Kelly reluctantly pulled away and cupped your face as if to make sure you were real.

"Damn it, Y/N." Kelly sighed as he pulled you into his arms again.

"You really thought that would've taken me out?" You questioned with a muffled voice into his chest.

"Not funny." Kelly ruffled your helmet hair.

Pulling away you saw Herrmann making his way toward you as you run into his open arms.

"Glad you're alright, kid." Herrmann laughed at you squeezing his torso tightly.

You pulled away before adorning a wide grin staring back at your firefighting family, "and the legend of Y/N Severide lives on." You let out a giggle. You were a badass and there was no denying that.

Heading back to your trucks with wide smiles you turned your head to look at your brother and lieutenant, "you ready to get your ass kicked tomorrow?" You asked in a teasing tone.

"In your dreams, baby sister." Kelly scoffed.

"You won't be saying that when you're crying at your loss." You stuck your tongue out at Kelly childishly.

"We'll see about that." Kelly shook his head as the truck pulled away from the scene and headed back to the firehouse.

The rest of the shift droned on for a few more hours with less exciting calls until it was time for everyone to head home and the next shift to take over. Walking down the driveway Kelly came up behind you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Ironically enough after spending day in and day out together at work you'd see each other at home too. You two were roommates but surprisingly enough you hadn't gotten sick of each other yet.

The next shift came as quickly as the last one had gone and the topic of conversation for everyone was about the challenge that was to take place at the end of the day. Somehow people had already picked sides and were caught up arguing every time they didn't have a call to attend to. It was a pretty even split between the people on your side and Kelly's. Of course, all the girls were in favor of you as well as Herrmann and Mouch. The rest of Squad was with Kelly, mainly because he was their lieutenant and they would never admit it but they were afraid of what he would make them do it they chose you over him. Casey and Boden decided to be the mediators because they didn't want to get involved in the sibling wars. Over the course of the shift every time you and Kelly passed by each other you gave matching glares, something about sibling rivalry always brings out the scariness of people.

Just as the clock hit the next hour, meaning your shift was finally over, Herrmann jumped up from his seat, "alright everyone, the 'Severide Sibling Face Off' has begun." Herrmann announced as he pulled out the timer he had stuffed in his pocket.

Your head snapped up at Herrmann's loud voice, exchanging a look with the person beside you, which was Stella. She ushered you out of your seat and led you to gather your rappelling gear. After getting everything situated you had met with Kelly at the bottom of the firehouse. Casey and Boden stood on top of the roof, Herrmann in between them with his timer in hand. Everyone else was gathered behind the two of you already placing bets on who was going to win.

"On the count of three! One, two, three!" Herrmann counted off as you and Kelly set to climbing.

As the two of you made your way up cheers were heard from your fellow firefighters.

"Getting tired?" You asked Kelly in a teasing tone pushing yourself to stay ahead of him.

"As if." Kelly scoffed doing his best to catch up.

A few minutes had gone by and the cheers had only gotten louder. You were a few feet from the top, your muscles burning already. With a final grunt, you pulled yourself over the ledge and toppled onto the roof. Heaving out a sigh you looked up to see Herrmann beaming at you.

"My fellow smoke eaters we have a new record!" Herrmann cheered.

A few moments later Kelly lugged himself over the ledge only to plop himself over you.

"Ew, you're sweaty." You scrunched your nose too tired to push him off.

"Just a congratulatory hug." Kelly teased as he squeezed you tighter.

Once he pulled away you stood up as Herrmann continued to clap loudly.

"The new record time is 5:47!" Herrmann announced.

From below loud cheers erupted, Herrmann walked up and patted you on the back, "nice job, kid."

You smiled widely before turning to face your sweaty and out of breath brother, "take that!" You jumped up and down.

Kelly simply rolled his eyes in response, there was one thing that was rarely mentioned. The majority of the time you’d beat him anyway, but he was fine with it if you kept making him proud. However, he wouldn’t tell a living soul that. You stood there celebrating with a wide grin on your face. After heading back down to the apparatus floor a chorus of cheers surrounded you. Once everyone dissipated and started talking to each other about the bets they had made you turned to Kelly with a smirk.

“You’re losing your touch old man.” You teased playfully.

“I’m not even that much older than you.” Kelly scoffed.

You took a step toward the taller man and pulled him into a hug, “you know I love you even though you annoying the living hell out of me, right?” You asked leaning your chin on his chest to look up at him.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Kelly ruffled your hair.

“How many times do I have to tell you? Watch the hair!” You pushed Kelly’s hand away with a scowl.

“Like I said, I wouldn’t change it for a thing.” Kelly shrugged as he brought his hand up to your hair again.

“Bro! Watch it!” You shoved his hand away laughing.