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hbyrde36 · 3 months

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Inspired by this TikTok

I wrote this instead of everything else I should be working on, enjoy! 😂

Rating: G | WC: 2494 | AO3

Eddie took a deep breath, preparing himself mentally for the night ahead as he walked up the street towards the place he was supposed to meet his blind date.

He couldn’t believe he’d agreed to this, but it wasn’t like he was having any luck finding love on his own.

After several failed long-term relationships with fuckboys that weren’t worth his time and heartache, who ran the second things got real, he joined the apps—quickly realizing that most of the guys he found on there were only looking for sex. Which was fun and all, but Eddie wanted more.

He was looking for romance, a spark, someone he could see spending his life with, who was also looking for a partner. Someone who wasn’t allergic to commitment.

So, he’d quit the apps.

And when Chrissy told him she had a guy she wanted him to meet he figured, fuck it, he’d tried everything else.

Steve Harrington.

He was a friend of Robin’s, Chrissy’s new girlfriend who Eddie hadn’t had the chance to meet yet, but apparently the three of them had gotten together last weekend, and now Chrissy was convinced the man and Eddie were perfect for each other.

“On the surface it’s giving opposites attract,” she’d said, “but under the carefully styled hair and button down shirts, Steve is not at all what you’d expect. He’s kind, funny, a little weird, and way different than the guys you usually go for—but in the best way. Just give it a chance. I promise at the very least you’ll have a good time and maybe make a friend.”

Eddie wasn’t so sure that’d be the case, but he was here, willing to give it a go, and he had a trick up his sleeve. A little idea he’d stolen from a TikTok video that had, so far, a 100% success rate for exposing duds.

He reached his destination and pushed open the door, entering the warm dimly lit restaurant, and before he’d even reached the hostess stand noticed a man rising from his seat, smiling and waving—waving at him.

And oh, oh Chrissy had better count her days because Eddie was going to fucking kill her. Steve, assuming this was the guy, was quite literally the hottest man he’d ever seen in real life.

She couldn't warn a guy?

Eddie raised his hand, absently returning the wave as he continued to stare a little dumbstruck at his date.

Get it together, Munson.

Mercifully, Eddie was able to snap out of it enough to put one foot in front of the other again and make his way over to their booth.

There was an awkward moment where Steve couldn’t seem to make up his mind between shaking Eddie’s hand, or hugging him in greeting.

Honestly Eddie wasn’t sure of the protocol either since it was his first blind date. He supposed this was to be expected. Not only were they about to embark upon the supremely awkward adventure that was every first date ever, but they were also meeting for the very first time having never seen or spoken to each other before.

In the end it became one of those half-and-half bro hugs with the little pat on the back, before they took their seats opposite one another.

Steve was the first to break the silence. “It’s good to meet you, Chrissy told me a lot about you.”

“Wish I could say the same.” Eddie muttered under his breath.

“Oh, um.”

“Sorry, it’s—I didn’t mean,” Eddie shook his head at himself. “Ignore me.”

“No, I'm sorry.” Steve raked a hand over his face. “It’s weird right? This is weird. I tried to tell Robin—I mean, who even goes on blind dates anymore!”

It surprised a laugh out of Eddie that he couldn’t have held back if he tried. He quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, but it was too late.

Great job, Munson, laugh at the guy—great way to make a first impression.

But then Steve was cracking a little lopsided smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling ever-so-slightly with it. He didn’t seem offended, or mad.

Fuck.

He wasn’t just dangerously hot, he was cute too.

Eddie tugged lightly on his shirt collar, and cleared his throat. “It’s a little weird, sure, but that doesn’t mean it’s bad.”

Their server chose that moment to arrive and introduce herself, taking their drink order—some local craft beer Eddie had never heard of for Steve, a Jack and coke for himself—and Eddie used the temporary distraction to try and regain some composure. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t already hoping this would go somewhere, that Steve would be different from all the others.

But when the server had gone and it was just the two of them again, Steve opened his mouth and Eddie instantly flashed back to every bad first date he’d been on.

“So, what’s your favorite—”

Steve hadn’t even finished asking his first question before Eddie was interrupting, raising a hand to tick off each response on his fingers as he went.

“Black, metal, D&D, the 1999 cinematic masterpiece The Mummy starring our lord and savior Brendan Fraser, The Silmarillion, cheeseburgers, Halloween, aaaaand—a dog.”

Steve blinked at him. “...What?”

“My favorite color, genre of music, hobby, movie, book, food, holiday, and of course the classic—if I could be any animal, what animal would I be and why?”

Eddie let his hand fall to the table with a soft thud. “Dog—hands down. And I know I look more like someone who’d say black cat or something like that, but I enjoy attention and physical affection far too much to be an aloof feline. Shaggy lovable mutt seems way more my speed.”

By the end of his speech, Steve was grinning from ear to ear, nodding in understanding.

Eddie gave half a shrug, blushing a bit under the full force of Steve’s dazzling smile. “Thought I'd save us some time and speed-run the same old, same old.”

A moment later their drinks arrived and they both sat up a little straighter reflexively as the server set each glass down on cocktail napkins in front of them before scurrying off.

They’d been leaning in towards each other without even realizing, it seemed. It was Steve’s turn to blush now, Eddie noted with delight as he raised his glass to his lips, grateful to have something to do with his hands.

“I take it you’ve been on a lot of first dates?” Steve asked, taking a long sip from his own drink.

“A few.” Eddie said, tilting his cup to swirl the ice around. “You?”

Steve made a waffling motion with his head. “A few.”

Eddie took another sizable swig from his glass, focusing for a moment on the burn of the whiskey and the tingle of soda bubbles in his throat as he swallowed, and carefully set his cup down on the table between them. It was almost empty already—should have asked for a double.

“Okay, my turn, “ he said.

Steve raised an eyebrow. “You wanna know my favorite color?”

“No, there’ll be plenty of time to find that out later.”

“Presumptuous of you.”

Eddie hummed noncommittally. “More… hopeful.”

Steve let out a breathy laugh. “Alright, what do you want to know?”

Here goes nothing—

“What would you do if we moved in together and I started seeing ghosts and told you that our house was haunted?”

Steve tilted his head to the side, giving Eddie that soft crooked smile again, and damn if it wasn’t becoming one of Eddie’s favorite things. Can you be obsessed with something you’ve only seen twice?

Steve was quiet for a long moment, nearly draining his beer as he thought it over, but eventually set his own drink down beside Eddie’s and looked him dead in the eye. “Is it a nice ghost or a scary ghost? Are we talking banging on walls and rearranging furniture at 3am? Or a cold yet comforting presence in the corner.”

Eddie put on a show of thinking about it, rubbing his chin and staring off into space as he tried desperately to contain his excitement. He’d never had the question go over this well before.

Then their server was back, asking if they wanted another round—yes, of course—and if they were ready to order. They hadn’t even cracked open their menus yet, too distracted with talking.

“Do you know what you want?” Steve asked him.

Eddie swallowed hard.

You.

“I-I’m not picky. Order for me? Chrissy said you come here a lot so I’m sure you know what’s good.”

Without hesitation Steve ordered them a burger each, and a plate of some sort of fancy fries to share, apparently they had the best fries.

It hadn’t been another test, honest. Eddie really didn’t care what he ate, this was already turning out to be his best date in far too long—and It could have been a coincidence, maybe Steve ordered burgers there all the time, but Eddie chose to believe it meant Steve had been listening. Test or not, he’d passed with flying colors.

When they were alone again Eddie smoothed his hands along the table, drawing invisible patterns with his fingers and finally answered Steve’s question.

“Let’s go with scary ghost, but remember you have no proof, you haven't seen it with your own eyes, just my word.”

Steve waved him off as if that was inconsequential, upending his glass to get the last dregs of the beer, and wiping his lips on the back of his hand.

“Okay, well then it depends on how hands on you want to be. We could consult WitchTok, try and cleanse the house ourselves, ask the spirit to leave, that kinda thing. Or maybe find a priest who’d be willing to help us out? That might be a little more difficult since the church isn’t usually our biggest fans, but I could deal with a little homophobia to make sure you were happy and comfortable in our home.”

Eddie’s stomach flipped, heart beginning to race. He wasn’t surprised exactly, Steve had been blowing past his expectations at every turn already, but there was no more perfect answer to his admittedly insane first date question.

So naturally, he had to push.

“What if I wanted to move?”

Steve shrugged. “Then we’d move.”

Eddie stared at him incredulously. Steve said it like it was nothing, like uprooting his entire life for some crazy shit was akin to changing his socks. This was all hypothetical, Eddie knew that, and Steve could just be telling him what he wanted to hear, but Eddie had a feeling he was telling the absolute truth

“But we’d be out, at minimum, a month’s rent and security deposit, and what if the landlord won’t let us out of the lease?!” Eddie threw his hands up, suddenly taking his own game much too seriously. “Or godforbid we’d bought the place, then we’d have to sell it and all our money would be tied up in it, and—”

Steve reached out and took Eddie’s hands with his own, gently stroking his thumbs along the back of them. “Baby—baby it’s okay. No amount of money would be worth you feeling unsafe.”

And Eddie was simply going to pass away, because what the fuck—how was this man so perfect?

“Why—how are you single?”

Steve flashed a sad, self deprecating smile. “I’ve been told I can be a little… intense.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Well, historically speaking…”

Eddie leaned over the table, pressing a kiss to the back of Steve’s hand. “I happen to like intense.”

Steve sucked in a breath, cheeks flushing again with the most glorious shade of pink. “Good to know.”

They stayed hand in hand talking for a long time, taking turns asking each other the most random questions they could think of.

“Favorite episode of The Twilight Zone?” Eddie asked.

“Oh, easy. I don’t know the name of it but it’s the one where the kid is lost and her parents can hear her in the house panicking, but they can’t see her?”

Eddie nodded his approval. “Little Girl Lost, good choice.” God he was falling more in love by the second.

“Favorite Abba song.” Steve countered.

Eddie grinned. “How do you know I even have one? Mean scary metalhead like me.”

Steve rolled his eyes, and shot him a look that clearly stated he found Eddie neither mean or scary. “Everybody likes Abba.”

“Well played.” Eddie bit at his bottom lip. He felt like a teenager with his first crush all over again. “Fine—while Dancing Queen holds a special place in my heart, and maybe this makes me a gay cliche, but Gimme, Gimme, Gimme fucking slaps.”

It went on and on like that until eventually their food arrived, forcing them to separate. They still spoke as they finished their meal, and settled their tab, but Eddie missed the warmth of Steve’s hand in his already.

He suddenly understood why some couples chose to sit together on the same side of a booth. He’d happily look like a dork right now to have the opportunity to be pressed up against Steve’s side, to be able to slide a hand along his thigh and maybe—

“Eddie?”

Steve’s slightly raised voice found him in his daydream, snapping him out of it abruptly.

“Wha..?”

“Did I lose you there for a second?” Steve asked, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Eddie rubbed at the back of his neck nervously. “Yeah, sorry, um—you were saying?”

“I said, I'm having a really good time, and I know we already paid the bill but I really don’t want this night to end, so—” Steve slid out of his seat and moved to stand in front of him, holding a hand out—which Eddie took immediately, of course, and let Steve pull him to his feet.

“I was wondering if you’d want to take this back to my apartment? Y’know, so we can plan a second date?” He finished with a smirk.

Jesus Christ.

Warmth shot through Eddie’s body at the implications but he found his heart skipping a beat too, because as much as Steve was teasing, Eddie knew somehow that he meant it about the second date.

He couldn’t believe his luck, Steve was everything Chrissy had made him out to be, and so much more. He was going to send her the biggest bouquet of flowers tomorrow, and maybe an edible arrangement. Were those still a thing?

Eddie leaned in, letting his lips brush along the shell of Steve’s ear as he spoke. “It’s not haunted, is it?”

Steve shivered, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s shoulders and pulling their bodies flush. “No, but if you’re interested I can think of a few other ways to make you scream.”

Thanks as always to the lovely @penny00dreadful for everything😘😘😘

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diabolikangel158 · 18 days

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Can you do the Vees x reader (separate) where they see you watching an edit of them and you start fangirling, despite already dating them? Thank you!

Alas, I’ve finished this post. Honestly wasn’t even to hard, I just got busy. I’ve got so much stuff I need to do and want to do, but no time to do it.

Vox x Reader, Velvette x Reader, Valentino x Reader (separate)

Disclaimer: Hints of unhealthy relationships, borderline stalking behaviors, some hints at abuse and anger issues, controlling behaviors from the Vees, suggestive content

Vox:

You lay quietly on your bed, scrolling through TikTok. You remember when you first arrived in Hell, you were simply relieved that there was technology at all, and even better, there was your beloved app. When you met and hit it off with the tech overlord himself, you were thrilled (almost as thrilled as Vox was with you). Vox had mentioned at some points that he was concerned with your “addiction” to the app, sometimes silently wondering if he had accidentally hypnotized you into being so enthralled with it. However, after a few random checks, he realized that it wasn’t his doing at all; you just really liked doom scrolling on there. In all honesty, he felt some kind of pride seeing you spend hours using his tech. Plus, it kept you busy while he was running around his company and discussing various things with other overlords.

You chuckled to yourself, repositioning your body to alleviate some of the stiffness you felt from reclining in the same posture for so long. You swiped up once more, your jaw dropping open. You had seen edits of other people before, whether they were famous actors, idols, and even fictional characters, but this was the first time you’d seen this. It was an edit alright, a sexy song playing in the background. However, there was no actor or idol, but your very own boyfriend, Vox. Vox, CEO of VoxTek, Vox.

A couple things ran though your mind as you watched it on repeat. Hey, it was a good edit. He would kill them if he ever found out who made this. Or would he? Maybe Vox would like this. You giggle a little at the thought. Of course he would like this. You may love Vox, but you’re not blind to how egotistical he can be at times. For all you know, he probably already had a folder titled “Me Edits” on his phone. You went ahead and liked the post, pressing the bookmark icon to save for… future use?

Of course, the TikTok algorithm figured you out pretty quickly. You continued to see and like more videos, finding a new way to pass time on the app. You were so enraptured, you didn’t notice Vox walk into the bedroom, slipping off his jacket with a yawn. He grumbled a small greeting to you, but you didn’t even notice that. Vox narrowed his eyes suspiciously; he was used to you being obsessed with your phone, but not so much that you’d even ignore him.

He pulled out his own phone, clicking on the app that he used to keep a close eye on you… for your safety of course. No other reason. He maneuvered to the section that allowed him to view what you were viewing on your phone live. What he found… surprised him to say the least. You were watching on repeat one of those TikTok edits of him that were floating around on the internet. He pressed a button on his phone to access your camera on your phone, viewing your expression. There was a light blush on your cheeks, and your eyes barely blinked, as though you were afraid that blinking would cause you to miss something important in the edit.

Vox’s screen displayed a toothy grin as he put his phone away in his pant’s pocket. He went over to you on the bed, leaning in behind you close to your ear. “Damn, doll, I knew you were obsessed with me, but this is a whole new level. Even for me.” You whip your head around to look at him, losing the grip on your phone. Vox takes it in between two of his claws, holding it up. “Oh, so sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to interrupt your time with…” He pauses, turning the screen towards himself to view it. “Oh, yes, me.” He laughs a little.

You sat up in the bed, crossing your arms angrily. “Oh, please. Don’t act like you don’t have a folder saved up for yourself, of yourself.” You spit back, trying your best to cover up your embarrassment with anger.

Vox simply smiled back at you. “Why? Want me to share the link with you?” He laughs some more, your attempt to embarrass him being brushed aside.

You groan in annoyance. Of course this whole situation was going to inflate his

ego even more than it already was.

Velvette:

Velvette walked through the halls of the Vee tower, making her way without even having to look up from her phone. She tapped her thumbs along the screen to update her various social medias, hitting the upload button with a grin as she arrived at your room.

Not bothering to knock or make her presence known in any kind of way, Velvette easily opened the room to find you laying in bed on your back, head resting on a pillow, with your phone raised above your face. Usually, you would have noticed her by now. She cocked out her hip in annoyance, placing one hand on it as the other still held onto her phone to the side. Velvette’s eyes narrowed when she noticed you grin dazedly at your phone, pop music blaring out from it on repeat.

Velvette gives you a couple more seconds before clearing her throat loudly. You finally notice her and in your surprise, let go of your phone that you had above your head and unceremoniously drop it on your face. You give a yelp in pain before quickly picking up your phone and trying to lock it. However, the pop music continued to play, and if one listened closely, someone was saying something over the music.

“And what’s got you so enthralled that you can’t even bother to greet your girlfriend when she walks in the room?” She huffs out, crossing her arms across her chest. She walks over to you and peers at your phone, which is locked but still playing the sound. “I know it’s a damn tik tok, since that insufferable music keeps–”

Velvette stops speaking as she is interrupted by…herself.

“Ugh. No! Unacceptable. You're fired. What is this? Wrist ruffles? Is it 1750? Burn it like the witches who wore it!" Again, the pop music ensues.

Velvette looks at you blankly, before a smirk tugs at her lips. “Are you… watching edits of me?” She can’t help the chuckle that slips out of her mouth. “Seriously? Open it up, let me see what you’ve been watching.”

You unlock your phone, ashamed, handing it to her. “To be fair, they’re pretty good edits, Vel.” She snatches your phone away and begins to watch the video. She watches it without much reaction and hands the device back to you. She says nothing for a moment. “Um… are you upset about it?”

Instead of answering, she opens her phone to an app, taking a picture of the both of you, not allowing you any time to prepare for it. “H-hey! You could warn me! I don’t even look good!”

Velvette rolls her eyes, typing a message on the photo, preparing to upload it. “Please, I’m your girlfriend. I make sure you look good all the time.” She gives you a snarky grin, finally uploading the image. You get a notification on your phone– you’ve been tagged in a post… Velvette’s post. You open it to look and find the picture that she had snapped of the two of you with the caption “If you don’t catch them watching edits of you in their freetime, do they really love you?” and of course, your username is tagged in it. Various comments already start rolling in about how cute you guys were as a couple, jealous comments about how envious they were of the relationship; the usual.

You look at her, your mouth agape. “Did you really have to put me on blast like that?”

Velvette looks rather satisfied with herself, giving you a shrug. “Anyways, save your little edits for later, the car is ready for us.” You sigh as you get up to follow her.

Valentino:

You honestly weren’t surprised that Valentino had fans that made edits of him and posted them on social media. Let’s be honest, if you had the talent for editing, you’d probably be one of those fans. If you found anything surprising, it was the fact that there were so many that weren’t raunchy. Of course, you supposed, that if someone wanted to see something raunchy about him, they’d have to pay a subscription fee. Surely, there were videos of him in his prime somewhere.

You scrolled through, finding some sort of joy in the fun videos, even adding some of the music that the users had chosen to your playlists. You rolled over onto your stomach and continued scrolling. So enthralled you were with the silly videos, that you were only brought out of your stupor upon feeling a light, yet confident touch on the back of your thigh. “Hey amorcito… and just what are you looking at on your phone, hm?”

Your eyes widened and you quickly turned your phone face down, craning your neck to look back at him. You didn’t expect that he would be back so soon. “Oh, Val! I thought you said you had a long shoot today and wouldn’t be back ‘till later?!” The words come out too rushed to be considered “normal.”

Valentino tilted his head to the side. “What? Did you not miss me? Or do you just enjoy being alone nowadays?” He gives you a fake pout. “Don’t tell me that’s the case, amorcito. You’re going to make me upset…” The tone in his voice held a slight edge to it; the production from today must have pissed him off and so he cut early for him to flip this quickly. You were used to his short temper, but ordinarily you’d have at least a little leeway.

“Of course I missed you!” You reassured quickly. You sat up in the bed, crossing your legs together and looking at him with what you hope is a “Valentino-can’t-be-mad-at-me-like-this” look. Fortunately for you, he gives you a grin and pats your head, sitting down next to you.

“Well, don’t be shy, let me see what you were looking at, hm?” Your cheeks flush with embarrassment, and Val doesn’t miss a beat. He leans in to peer at you closely. “Don’t tell me you were watching naughty films… and without me! I’m hurt, amorcito.” Before you can explain that you definitely were not doing that, Valentino snatches the phone you left unguarded and unlocked on the bed with one of his arms. You start to protest, but quiet down when one of his hands holds a finger up at you, a silent command to shut your mouth.

You’re not sure what you expect from him when he sees it. Maybe to make fun of you, call you touch-starved, obsessed, a lost puppy perhaps? Can’t even be away from me for a second? You’re so pathetic it’s cute. You grimace in your head at the thought of such degradation to your person.

Needless to say, you’re surprised when Valentino squishes your cheeks with one hand, gripping your face hard to pull you close. You lips pucker due to the force and you couldn’t mumble out a preemptive apology even if you tried. Only muffled sounds would come out. “Amorcito, you’re so cute! You know, I was ready to be so angry with you for trying to hide things from me, but this is just adorable! Was my baby scared that I would embarrass them?” You nod as much as his grip on your cheeks will allow. He snickers and lets the hand on your face fall to your neck, softly grabbing ahold of it. Valentino kisses you, hard. It’s honestly rather messy, not that kisses with him were ever chaste by any means. It leaves you gasping for breath.

Val locks your phone, gently placing it on the bedside table. It’s a kind gesture if you’ve ever seen one from him. Vox loves to complain to you about how many phones Val has shattered in his fits of rage or moments of carelessness. Val lies down besides you, pulling him close to him. “You’re too good to me, carino. So, I’ll be good to you, too.” You feel one of his hands sneaking in between your legs as the other three busy themselves with removing some of your clothing. “After all, why bother with those silly videos when you have the real thing right here?” He flashes you a salacious grin before you close your eyes to endure the pleasure that you’ll be succumbing to… whether you want to or not.

#hazbin hotel #vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel valentino x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #the vees #val x reader #valentino x reader #val #hazbin hotel velvette #velvette x reader #hazbin velvette

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bibittybopittybadbxtch · 9 months

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If It Kills Me

Pairing: Mafia!Lee Know x Reader

Summary: You are the sunshine in Lee Know’s life. He will never let anything or anyone change that.

Warnings: Cannon level violence

A/N: Hello everyone! I’m thinking about turning this into a series. This was written on my phone so please ignore spelling errors, weird spacing etc…Nice comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated.

p.s

I do NOT consent to have my work posted, translated or published to any third party site or app.

Enjoy!

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Lee Min-ho, leader of south korea’s most prominent Yakuza syndicate SKZ had 8 people in this world that he cared about. Seven of which were men he had met in various stages of his life. Those men were like brothers to him. But you, you were number eight to be found but number one in the ways that matter.

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“Sunshine! Come here please.” You hear your husband Lee Know calling for you. The day you met him, you were wearing a yellow rain coat. He started calling you that in his head before he found out your name. The nickname stuck because that’s exactly what you are to him. In his dark and violent world, there you are shining through it.

You bookmark your page and set down the book you were reading in your home library. Walking down the long hallway to his office. On your way inside Seo Chang-bin, head of security, opens the door for you. “Good Morning Binnie” you greet as you pass him. He returns your greeting before turning off to the side to speak into his ear piece. Probably speaking to Han Jisung your personal guard, turned best friend.

Upon entering the office, the first thing you notice is your husband in all his glory.

Lee Know is powerful in every sense of the word. But his beauty makes you weak. He is sat behind a large oak desk leaned back slightly in his chair, top 3 buttons of his crisp white button down undone. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows to reveal his tattooed forearms. Years of history hidden in the ink. As he pushes away from the desk his large thighs spread slightly. His eyes are trained on you, capturing your every movement.

He notices the change in your demeanor immediately, smiling to himself. Lee Know is attentive like that. He can read you better than anyone and he does it well. “Yes?” you ask as you rock on your heels, hands tucked neatly behind your back. He cocks a brow and beckons you slowly with a finger. Once you’re close enough he wraps you in his arms and pulls you into his lap.

Lee Knows flashes you his a genuine smile and leans in to kiss you. You lose yourself in his hold. His hands are delicate holding you like fine china. He keeps you exactly where he wants you. Close. Only pulling back to catch his breath and allow you to catch yours.

He looks at with nothing but love and adoration. He opens his mouth to speak but before he can you hear an explosion and gun fire ensues. His entire face changes as he looks at you, points to his book case and says one word, “Go.”

#lee know #lee minho #lee know x reader #skz stay #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz fanfic #mafia au

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l4long-winded · 8 months

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Lip’s dreamt of this before. Multiple times. It always starts the same.

The heady, citrine illumination glowing from your bedside table, the lampshade atop of it dangling in tassled beads along the rim. He’s made fun of it before, knowing damn well it’s your grandmother’s sense of style in her decor and not yours. A shadow casts over the walled corner it sits in, blanketing your frame in moody lighting, his eyes trailing the exposed portions of your skin.

It’s one of his favorite dreams. Then again, his favorites tend to involve you. You’re competing with yourself in his cherished reveries for the number one, two, and three spots.

Only, in the present moment, this isn’t a dream. This is actually happening. You’re writhing on your bed before him, and it’s better than his imagination could’ve ever conjured on its own. What a sight. What a view. What a fucking honor.

“Lip, please don’t tease,” you whimper. But he’s not teasing, you’re stretched out over the three digits he’s prepped into you over the course of half an hour. Just because he’s halted the pumping, it doesn’t mean he’s not delivering the pleasure he promised. If anything, he’s committing to it, making due on it, crooking his fingers, and sliding in deeper to pet the sensitive spot within you he located with his index when all of this started.

“F-fuck,” you choke out. There you are. His good girl. His dream girl. He’s not wronging you.

“That’s it,” he breathes, swallowing hard as your head tilts back, as your neck strains, and your hands ball up your sheets into your grip. Your slick glides down into his palm, almost down his wrist. He’s tempted to lick it off, but his vision’s sense is being too greedy.

Because fucking look at you. Look at you. Crop top shoved up to your clavicle, tits heaving with every shallow breath you take, nipples stiff, abdomen clenching while your pussy clenches the girth of his fingers. Your navel isn’t visible, but that’s because of how he shoved your short skirt up, insisting on leaving it on after you shimmied your panties down your thighs. Said panties are half hanging out of his back pocket, in the back of his mind since he’s sitting on his haunches in the space between your spread thighs. Your face contorts in bliss, the bliss he’s brought you—blessed you with. Lip uses his other hand to reach back and secure his phone, shifting his fingers accidentally in the process.

“Ah,” you inhale sharply, “Liiiip...” you whine, your thighs threatening to close. You somehow squeeze him tighter. His cock throbs in his jeans, but he ignores it.

“Shh, shh, shh, legs open,” he taps your inner thigh with his phone’s edge. You mutter another sound, but you comply and create the distance he wants.

“Perfect,” he says, his phone raising up. He taps the button of his camera app a few times. He’s not letting this escape his memory. His thumb slides upwards, stroking your neglected clit, and that’s where the party really fucking starts. You’re mewling for him, hips lifting off the mattress, and he saves a series of pictures. One of his thumb on your clit, his fingers lodged inside, another of your chest pushing towards the ceiling, another of your face as you part your lips and chase another high.

His recent pictures are now a stop-motion movie with you as the star. And since you’ve been such a good subject and muse for him, he’s back to plunging his fingers alongside his working thumb. You’ve earned it.

#l4l.lip #l4l.writes #l4l.blurb #lip gallagher #lip gallagher blurb #unedited #brain child of my one hour of free time

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rvllybllply2014 · 1 month

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Davron in space, where Davos finally managed to “kill” stabby.

It only took Davos three weeks of being chased by his beloved Aerons homicidal roomba before he finally figured out how to get rid of it.

He just needed to wait until Aeron was asleep and couldn’t push the button on his phone to activate stabby. Then he could just go to stabbys charging station and dismantle the arm and knife attached to it. Or he couldn’t do that then he’d settle for taking the battery out of stabby. Either way he was going to bother, cuddle Aeron when he was reading. It really wasn’t Davos’s fault that Aeron looked so cute when reading.

Davos’s plan worked, he just took the battery out, he didn’t want Aeron to know anything was wrong with stabby. So Aeron was in for a huge surprise later on that day when they both had down time and Davos came to bother, cuddle Aeron while he’s reading.

All it took was for Davos to ask what and if he was enjoying what he was he reading for Aeron to pull up the app and try to set stabby after Davos. When stabby didn’t immediately start up Aeron just pushed the button again thinking that there was a delay in the program. Meanwhile Davos managed to get to the couch Aeron was sitting on, while also ignoring Aerons socks that said leave him alone he’s reading, and pull him onto his lap.

Aeron was pissed that he had to stop reading, that stabby wasn’t working and now Davos has him in his lap trying to distract him from reading. After the third failed attempt Aeron finally asks what did Davos do to stabby?

Davos says he didn’t do anything to stabby, maybe stabby’s finally done trying to murder him. Aeron responds with that’s impossible, stabby is programmed to attack you when I tell it to. It takes a few minutes of Aeron wriggling out of Davos’s arms before he can finally get to stabby to see what’s wrong. Once he does get to stabby, he immediately flips it over and notices the battery is gone. Aeron goes to the bedroom to grab the spare battery and then also swings by the kitchen for an extra knife.

After the battery has been put back into stabby Aeron puts his shoes on and turns to Davos telling him to put his shoes on too. Davos starts to question it but then see Aeron holding a knife along with stabby. Aeron tells Davos he’ll count to ten, and then he better run shoes or no shoes it doesn’t matter to him. This is all because Davos wanted attention well Aeron was going to give him attention.

Davos could be heard yelling that his Aeron wouldn’t do this and how much he loved him, while he was being chased by a knife wielding Aeron and stabby. Everyone would’ve thought that Davos knew better by now, but it seems he still hadn’t learned his lesson.

And that’s how the whole space station truly learned just how angry Aeron could get,when he was pulled away from his reading.

#davron #brackenwood #brackwood #house of the dragon #aeron bracken #davos blackwood

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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Better Than Him

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Summary: When your boyfriend bails last-minute on yet another date night, you call the first person you can think of to commiserate with.

Warnings: 18+, smut, cheating, language, alcohol

Word Count: 6.7k (oops)

A/N: Don't ask me how I ended up writing almost 7k of debauchery and filth for Angel. I don't know. I drank some wine and this happened. I feel like it should go without saying, but I'll still say it: don't cheat on your partners, y'all. It's only okay and sexy for fictional people to do. 😂😌

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You were laying on your couch in the living room, slouched down so far that you knew it was going to give you neck issues if you stayed in that position for too much longer. Your chin was tucked against your chest by default. The television was playing in the background, the same sitcom on that you’d watched front to back more times than you could count. You weren’t even really listening to it, though. It was just white noise.

Your phone was propped up against your chest, the picture of you and your boyfriend on your home screen doing nothing but mocking you at this point. You exhaled a deep, exasperated sigh as your finger hovered over the Messages app at the bottom of your screen. It was a stupid idea, but you still opened the app. Nothing good was gonna come of it, but you still scrolled down to your text message conversation with Angel.

The last exchange between the two of you had been him inviting you to the clubhouse, and you politely blowing him off because you were going to have date night with your boyfriend. But now your boyfriend was out doing god knows what and you were lying on your couch, all dressed up with no place to go. Your heels mocked you from the floor, same with the hem of your skirt sliding farther up your leg as you crossed and uncrossed them. All the effort and for what?

Despite knowing better, you hit the call button at the top of the screen. You hit speaker on the first ring, not wanting to even put the effort forth at this point to lift and hold the phone to your ear. Sad, sure. Borderline pathetic, maybe. But you weren’t given the time to spiral into your thoughts about it too much.

“You change your mind about the party?” Not even a greeting. Just loud background conversations and Angel getting straight to the point.

“No,” you replied in the loudest mumble you could manage.

“Wait, where are you? Why…why are you calling me?”

“Because I’m bored.”

The noise on the other end of the line decreased drastically, and you could only imagine that it was because Angel stepped outside to finish the phone call. “Thought tonight was date night or whatever?”

“It was.” You hated how bummed you sounded about it.

“Oh, fuck.” He sighed and you could picture the look on his face. “He, god, he fuckin’ bail? Again?”

You groaned. “The again was not needed, Angel.”

“Neither is all his bullshit.” He paused for a beat. “C’mon, dulce, I’ve been tellin’ you for a minute that you don’t need this dude.”

“I don’t wanna hear it,” you argued, but there was no real anger in your voice. Even saying you were annoyed with him was an overreach. You knew he was right.

“What do you wanna hear then, hm?” His voice was right back to its usual slick, flirtatious tone.

You rolled your eyes and tried to ignore how much you enjoyed listening to him talk to you like that. You dragged your hand down your face, knowing that this was your last chance to be smart and get out of the conversation unscathed. But you were sick of being the smart one.

“You wanna come over?”

He laughed. “You want me to leave a party to go come and watch you mope about your shitty boyfriend?”

It got you to smile. “Yea.”

He let out another laugh and you couldn’t help but to picture the way that he was probably shaking his head, looking up at the sky knowing that he was going to say yes but he didn’t want to give you an easy time about it. He never wanted to give you an easy time about anything.

He sucked his teeth. “Fine. Be there in twenty.”

“This is why they call you Angel.”

He chuckled. “Shut up.” He paused. “I’ll see you soon.”

It wasn’t quite enough to pull you up from the inhuman angle you were laying at on the couch, but you did feel a little better knowing that you weren’t going to be spending the whole night by yourself anymore. “See you soon.”

You hadn’t moved a single inch by the time that you heard his motorcycle pulling up outside your apartment. The only thing that had changed was that now your phone was discarded on your coffee table instead of resting against your chest. You turned your head to look at the door but you made no move to get up and greet him.

The door was only halfway open, Angel wasn’t even inside the door yet and you called over, “That took longer than twenty minutes!”

Without missing a beat he pelted a bag of Sour Patch Kids at you, the candy landing just below where your chin was tucked. “Wasn’t gonna try and bring ice cream on the bike. Settled for the next best thing.” He kicked off his boots once he shut and locked your door. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Ice cream doesn’t sound terrible,” you said with a chuckle. You lifted one foot and gestured towards your kitchen. “There’s some in the freezer if you want it.”

Angel rolled his eyes as he walked over, standing alongside the couch right next to you. You looked up at him, his presence more towering than usual as your laid down while he stood. He watched as you tore the corner off the package of your candy.

“You’re not even moping right,” he joked as he reached and pushed on your one knee so it knocked into the other. Neither of you made a comment about the face that it made the hem of your skirt slip up a little higher, but you noticed the way his eyes lingered a beat longer. “Supposed to be curled up in sweatpants and shit after a breakup, aren’t you?”

You tilted your head up to look at him more directly, your chin finally lifting off its resting place on your chest. “Breakup?”

“Yea. You,” he paused , brows coming together, “you broke up with him, right?” Your silence spoke volumes and he couldn’t do anything besides huff and roll his eyes at you. “Come on, you’re fuckin’ kidding me, right?”

“What?” You only sounded defensive because you knew that he was probably about to be right with whatever he was going to say.

“How many times does this guy have to blow you off and treat you like shit before you finally kick him to the curb?”

“Don’t be dramatic,” you said with a shake of your head, not able to look him in the eyes as you ate one of the candies and set the package on the table next to your phone.

“Don’t be stupid,” he retorted.

“Angel!”

“What!” He held his hands out like he was begging you to get up and try something. “How else would you describe it? You’ve,” he scoffed, “you’ve called me stupid for way less.”

“Yea, but I never mean it.”

“Because I’m never being this stupid,” he shot back with a smirk.

Despite your frustration, you found yourself biting back a smile as you rolled your eyes at him. You knew he was right. You should’ve left your boyfriend a long time ago. Consistency with something that wasn’t great felt safer than not having any consistency at all, though.

“Since when are you giving out relationship advice?”

He shrugged with a laugh. “I’m not. I’m givin’ out breakup advice. Dump his ass.”

It got both of you to laugh. For a brief moment, it almost looked like Angel was about to say something else. Instead, though, he turned and headed for your kitchen to grab himself a beer, shedding his kutte along the way. You said sure when he asked if you wanted one too. Even with the television on, you could hear the clattering of the bottlecaps on the countertop. When you heard the slight scraping of the bottles being picked up, clinking against the rings on Angel’s fingers, you finally pushed yourself into a more upright position. You were still somewhat slouched back against the arm of the sofa, but you were at least at a more appropriate angle so you wouldn’t get a permanent kink in your neck.

“Here.” Angel faked like he was going to toss the open bottle to you. You knew that he wouldn’t, but you still flinched to reach and grab it just in case. You hated the laugh that it got out of him, but really you loved it. With one hand free, he tapped your knee lightly. “Quit hogging the couch.”

“It’s my couch, you know,” you said as you pulled your legs in a little closer to you, granting him the space to sit.

“Yea, and you invited me over. So now you gotta share.” He plopped down unceremoniously, immediately putting his feet up on your coffee table.

You were both tuned into the show playing on the television for a couple minutes before you asked, “How was the party?”

He looked over at you, eyebrows raised. “Could’ve shown up and found out for yourself.”

“I didn’t wanna see people,” you said before taking a sip of your beer.

“Oh? And what am I, then?’ he asked with a laugh.

“You’re Angel,” you replied with no hesitation.

He rolled his eyes but there was no denying the grin that was creeping across his face. “Shut up. Don’t gotta sweet-talk me. I’m already here.”

You both chuckled before falling back into comfortable silence. Part of you felt like you should be saying something more. After all, you did ask him to bail on the clubhouse party to come and hang out with you. But it was so comfortable with him like this. Something about knowing that he would turn his back on something like that just so he could show up and do nothing with you helped soothe your bruised ego. Your boyfriend couldn’t manage to show up for date night, but Angel could bail on an entire room full of his MC brothers and girls who would give just about anything to take him home just so he could show up and watch cheesy sitcoms with you. It stung but at the same time it felt good. You knew that that was all you really needed to know about how you should be handling your relationship, but you didn’t want to think about that. That problem would still be there tomorrow. You’d deal with it then.

In between episodes, you leaned over so you could set your beer bottle on the coffee table. As you settled back into the couch, you stretched your legs out again. You draped them across Angel’s lap, not commenting on the action as you did so. Your eyes were trained on the television, but in your peripheral you could see the way that Angel was looking at you. His eyes slowly raked up the exposed skin of your legs, along the rest of your body until he was looking at your face. He watched you for a minute, and you thought that maybe he was going to make a joke, or push your legs off him. But he didn’t.

He leaned so that he had one elbow propped against the arm of the couch, still holding his nearly-empty bottle of beer in that hand. Without looking back over at you, he brought his other hand to rest against your shin. The metal of his rings felt cool against your skin, and you flinched slightly, but you didn’t pull away or say anything to him. He felt the twitch, and rather than pulling away, he wrapped is fingers a little tighter. It wasn’t a tight grip, but it was enough to keep you from pulling away as the warmth from your skin made the metal of his rings more tolerable.

“What were you supposed to be doing tonight, anyway?” Angel asked you out of nowhere.

“Hm?” You pried your eyes away from the television screen to look at him.

“For date night. What were you guys gonna do?”

If someone else had been asking, you would assume that they were just going to rub salt in the wound. And maybe you would’ve thought the same of Angel too, because he could get like that sometimes, but there was something about the pensive look on his face that let you know that that wasn’t the case.

You shrugged as you rested your hands on your stomach. “Nothing crazy. Just dinner and then going somewhere for dancing and drinks.” You paused. “Why?”

He shrugged. “No reason.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile. Nudging his leg lightly with your foot, you said, “Nosey.”

He laughed but didn’t argue because he knew that you were right. “Can he even dance?”

“Can you?” you shot back with a curious look.

“Pfft,” he laughed, “like I’m ever gonna give you that kind of ammunition.”

You let out a hum of amusement before the conversation died off again. The controlled chaos of the TV show playing in the background was the only noise in the entirety of your apartment. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Angel to be over at your place, for it to just be the two of you. So you wondered why this time you felt like it was the first time the two of you had ever existed in a space alone together. His hand that was steadily creeping up your leg was probably a large part of the root cause, but you couldn’t afford to think about it too much. Give it too much of your mental real estate and you were going to combust.

He didn’t say anything as his fingers began to work in methodical little circles against the muscle of your leg. Never in a million years would you have guessed that Angel was the kind of guy who would voluntarily give a girl a massage, let alone be good at it, but you instantly felt more relaxed as your legs untensed against him. You made a conscious effort to ignore the other feelings bubbling in your chest as he slowly but surely worked his fingers higher up your leg. He wasn’t looking at you, so you weren’t going to look at him. Maybe if it stayed like that, you would be able to keep yourself under control.

His fingers worked through a knot at the top of your calf, and the soft moan that slipped out past your lips was completely involuntary. You immediately froze, not turning to look at him, not saying anything about the sound you’d just made. You were waiting for Angel to say something, make some slick comment, a sexual joke of some kind, but he didn’t. His fingers didn’t stop moving, though, creeping up over your knee and onto your thigh.

You didn’t know how many seconds had passed before you finally decided that it was as safe to look at him as it was ever going to be. You slowly turned your head, your eyes searching for his. You thought that he was already going to be looking at you, waiting to say something. But when you were finally looking at him head-on, his eyes didn’t meet yours. Instead, his gaze was locked onto your legs, eyes slowly raking up the exposed skin, zeroing in like he was trying to see past the fabric of your skirt. It should’ve made you uneasy, should’ve made you want to tell him to get the fuck out of your apartment, but it didn’t.

Taking a slow, deep breath, you forced your body to relax again. The tension started to ebb away, allowing you to melt back into the couch cushions and against Angel. And, if your legs parted a little farther in the process, where was the harm in that.

Even with the television playing in the background, you heard the sharp inhale that he took, his eyes still completely zeroed in on your legs. You found yourself gnawing lightly at your bottom lip, just watching him, studying his reactions to it all. You knew that you definitely shouldn’t have been getting so much enjoyment out of it, but it was too late now.

“You good, Angel?” you asked as you watched his tongue dart across his bottom lip.

He cleared his throat as he nodded, finally dragging his eyes away from your legs so that he was looking at your face. “I’m good.” He paused. “You good?”

You nodded, a satisfied smile creeping across your face before you could stop it. “I’m good.”

There was a long pause, each of you waiting for the other to say something, do something. It felt like a game of chicken but you weren’t quite sure what you were waiting for more, for him to push it farther or for him to pull away completely. Usually you could read him without much of an issue, but this time you really didn’t know what his next move was going to be, if there was going to be one at all.

Then he lifted your legs just slightly. You froze, hating the fact that you were worried that he was going to stand up and leave. You would have no right to ask him to stay, to do any of the things that were currently running through your head. You had a boyfriend for that, supposedly. But he wasn’t here. Angel was.

He didn’t get up to leave, though. Instead, he slid down a little closer to you on the couch before draping your legs over his again. You were smiling before you even knew what you were doing. His hands rested easily on your knees, fingers pressing against you lightly for a moment before sliding up onto your thighs. He applied the same pressure he had before, still not saying anything more as he kept traveling slowly further and further towards the raised hem of your skirt.

When he finally reached it, your breath got caught in your throat as you waited to see what he was going to do next. He toyed with the hem of it, sliding the smooth, black fabric between his fingers. You were expecting him to slide his hands completely underneath it, for him to push it the rest of the way up your thighs. You were still holding your breath in anticipation, studying even the slightest shifts in his expression.

So imagine your disappointment when he tugged it down, letting it rest back in its rightful place covering up the majority of your thighs. You felt a little sick to your stomach over the fact that you were disappointed by that at all, but it was too late to take the feeling back now. He didn’t take his hands off of you at least, eyes still traveling up and down your body like he was trying to put together the pieces of a puzzle.

“Angel?”

His eyes snapped up to yours. “Yea?”

“Can you keep doing that?” you asked, your tone innocent enough. “Feels good.”

He swallowed hard, seeming shaken for the first time all night. But he nodded, a wordless agreement as he let his fingers press firmly, purposefully against the skin and muscles of your thighs. Your eyes drifted shut, soaking up the sensation, letting yourself get lost in the thoughts that you most definitely shouldn’t have been having. The disappointment of your canceled date night was the furthest thing from your mind now.

You didn’t even flinch when he pushed your skirt back up. Whatever shred of decency he’d been trying to have was tossed out the window the second you asked him to keep touching you like that. He didn’t know why he was tempting fate the way he was but he was too invested now to back down.

You felt him shifting on the couch, but your brain was too deep in other thoughts to really think about what it meant. You vaguely registered the fact that he was closer to you now, able to feel the denim of his jeans against the backs of your thighs. Your eyes were still closed, unable to see the way that he was looking at you like a starved animal who had managed to find itself a good meal. His teeth were digging into his bottom lip as he tried to exercise a little self-restraint. There was so much that he wanted to say to you, do to you, but with every passing second it all felt like it was turning more and more into a sick joke.

He inhaled slowly through his nose, gearing himself up for whatever your reaction was going to be to what he did next. You’d either let him, or he was going to get caught across the cheek with a mean right hand. At this point, he was willing to take the risk because his heart was pounding inside his chest and he couldn’t walk away without knowing.

His hands slipped underneath your skirt, ghosting over the tops of your thighs. You gasped when you felt the tips of his fingers brushing against the lace of your panties, right at the juncture where your legs met your hips. That’s what got you to finally open your eyes. You lifted your head off the arm of the couch, your mouth slightly open as you looked at Angel. You could see the deep rise and fall of his chest, and he could see the way yours was doing the same.

“I can stop,” his voice had a tone that you’d never heard before and it sent a wave of shivers over your body. When you didn’t say anything in response, didn’t make any type of move to encourage or discourage him, he said, “You want me to?”

You shook your head, your voice coming out small in a way you hadn’t intended it to. “No. Don’t…don’t stop.”

With what seemed like an effortless motion, he shifted so that he was kneeling, facing you slotted between your legs. Spreading his hands over your thighs, he pulled you down so your back laid flat against the couch cushions. He pushed your skirt up, exposing your thighs and panties in the same movement. He heard the shuddered breath you let out as his hands continued to run up and down your thighs, studying you as he tried to figure out what his next move was going to be.

“What’re we doin’ here, mi dulce?” he asked, his voice low.

Your heart was about to burst out of your chest, legs already on the brink of shaking when he hadn’t even really touched you yet. “Whatever you want.”

He licked his bottom lip. “You mean that?”

You managed a nod even though your brain was completely muddled with the possibilities of what Angel wanted to do to you. “I do.”

“This,” he said slowly as his hands crept back towards your hips, “is a bad idea.”

“I know,” you admitted. “I don’t care.”

He huffed out a quiet laugh, not needing anymore encouragement from you as he looped his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and started to pull them down your legs. You lifted your feet off the couch cushion, anything to make it easier for him to get them off of you faster. You were expecting him to toss them aside, but instead he tucked them into the back pocket of his jeans. Later, tomorrow, next week, whenever he thought back on whatever this was about to turn into and he was sure it was a dream, he’d have proof that it wasn’t.

Then his hands quickly ran up your shins and thighs again. This time he moved the rest of his body so that he was hovering over you, your legs loosely draping themselves around him as he set one hand on the arm of the sofa, bracing himself above you. His pupils were blown out like you’d never seen them before as his other hand gripped tighter onto your thigh.

“You’re fuckin’ beautiful,” he rasped out.

It was the closest you ever got to having an orgasm just from the sound of someone’s voice. You whispered a soft, embarrassingly needy, “Fuck,” as you kept your eyes locked on his.

His hand crept from your thigh until it landed in between your legs. You gasped, biting back a whine as he trailed his fingers along your folds with a featherlight touch. Enough for you to feel him there, but not enough to get what you really wanted.

A smirk painted over his features as he applied just a little more pressure. “If you’re this wet already,” he leaned down so that his lips were right next to your ear, “I don’t know if you can really handle me, querida. I haven’t even started yet.”

The moan that came out of you wasn’t planned, but you couldn’t stop it. Your eyes fluttered for a second as his words washed over you but finally you were able to focus on him again. “Let me try.”

The smile on his face was sinful as he leaned down, attaching his lips to yours. Your hands immediately interlocked against the back of his neck, not allowing him the opportunity to pull away now that you had him. You’d thought about what it would be like to kiss Angel more than you cared to admit. It wasn’t something you were exactly proud of, but given the situation you’d put yourself in now, thoughts were the least of your worries.

He tasted like the beer he’d taken from your fridge, like the cigarette he’d probably smoked at the clubhouse before leaving to come and see you. His tongue moving against yours felt like heaven. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip as your fingers slid up and into the short hair above the nape of his neck.

While he was pulling the air from your lungs with the way he was kissing you, his fingers slid up and down your folds, slicking themselves with your wetness and teasing you for just another moment longer before he slowly slid them into you. The moan you let out was something out of Angel’s wildest, wettest dreams. He swallowed the sound eagerly as you kept your lips pressed to his.

You pulled your lips off his only so that you could say his name. It came out like a pant as you pulled him closer to you, moaning quietly into the crook of his neck. His fingers continued to work you over, rendering you an absolute mess as you clawed at his back through the fabric of his shirt.

“How’s that feel?” he murmured against your ear.

You forced your brain to work well enough to string together the words, “So fucking good.”

“How good?” He kissed right below your ear. “Better than him?”

“Angel,” your voice was somewhere between a plea and a warning.

You felt the slight vibration, the hum of his quiet laughter. “You can tell me.”

You gasped as he sped up his rhythm. “Fuck, Angel.”

“C’mon, dulce,” he coaxed, “tell me.” When you didn’t say anything, he stilled his movements, smirking at the whine you let out. “If I’m not doin’ a better job, I can just stop.”

“Don’t stop,” you begged. “You feel s—” your words faltered as he started to move again, “so fucking good.”

He kissed you hard on the lips, his mouth moving hungrily against yours in a vain attempt to distract you from the fact that he was slipping his fingers out of you. You whined against his mouth and the quick laugh he let out would’ve felt insulting if it wasn’t immediately followed by the sound of him unbuckling his jeans.

He pulled away from you, planting his feet back onto the floor just long enough to drop his jeans and boxers to the floor. You were sitting part of the way up, propping yourself on your forearms as you watched him. He was stepping out of the denim that was now in a pile at his feet when he saw you. He chuckled, shaking his head at you as he crawled back on top of you.

“Like what you see?” he asked as he pulled your legs back around his waist.

You hummed in agreement as you slid your hands up his side, your fingers easily finding their way under the ribbed fabric of his tank top. “I’d like it better if I could feel it.”

He let out a breathless laugh as he dropped his face into the crook of your neck. “You’re somethin’ else.”

“You love it,” you mumbled as you tightened your legs around him, desperate to pull him closer and into you.

“Yea,” he moaned as he finally gave in sliding into you, “I really fucking do.”

Whatever you were hoping to say, to taunt him with, instantly fell by the wayside once he was inside of you. There wasn’t a single word or coherent thought in your brain as you wound yourself as tightly around him as you could. Your legs squeezed him tighter, your arms reaching across his back so your nails could dig into him, leaving irrefutable evidence for him to look at the next day.

If you thought that the feeling of him kissing you made your head spin, this was about to send you into the next dimension. You always thought it was so cheesy when people said that it felt like someone was made just for them, but as Angel fought to thrust slowly, to make sure this lasted as long as it could, you couldn’t help but to feel like he really might’ve actually been made for you.

Your eyes were closed, just soaking up the feeling of him on top of you, inside of you, his lips and tongue trailing over your neck. If it had been possible, you would’ve dissolved right into him because of how good it all felt. The moans and whimpers he pulled out of you were ungodly, and they only served to spur him on even more.

Then you felt his teeth graze against the soft, sensitive skin of your neck. He didn’t bite down hard, so you let it go without comment, not wanting to interrupt the moment of bliss you were having if you could help it. He thrust into you harder, the moan you let out making your throat vibrate against his lips. He bit down a little harder, almost starting to suck a dark mark into the side of your neck when you pulled one hand from his back so you could plant it on his chest and push him away. Your body tried to fight you on it, but somehow you managed to win against yourself, putting just enough distance between you so that you could pull his lips back to yours.

“Angel,” you kissed him, “don’t.”

“Don’t what?” he pulled his lips away from yours and latched them back onto your neck. It felt like heaven but you knew it was going to be more trouble than it was worth if you didn’t stop him.

“Don’t, don’t leave any,” you stuttered for a moment when he changed his pace—it was almost a successful distraction, “No marks.”

You felt him chuckle against the column of your throat, the ticklish sensation of his beard against your skin. “Why not?” He kissed you. “Don’t want him knowing that someone else out there is giving you what he can’t?”

Trying to get him to show any self-control felt criminal, and also futile. “Yea, something like that.”

“No fun,” he murmured against you.

You had to laugh at that. “Really?” You carded your fingers through his hair as he pushed his hips to meet yours. “’Cause it feels like you’re having plenty of fun.”

Cupping his jaw, you pulled him back up to you and pulled his bottom lip between your teeth. Before your eyes fluttered closed, you saw the way that he relaxed, melting against you as his hands slid down to grip onto your hips. He held you steady as you continued to kiss him, and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge. He must’ve felt it, too, because he quickly caught your wrists in his hands, pinning them back against the arm of the couch.

The second he pulled his lips off of yours, your phone started to vibrate against the top of the coffee table. You both stilled, Angel leaning to look over and see who was calling. He chuckled as he looked back down at you. “I can answer it, if you want.”

“Don’t,” you sounded so breathless, “Don’t you dare.”

“You don’t want him hearin’ this?” he asked as he moved his hips, pulling another moan out of you.

You shook your head in protest but you couldn’t force anymore words out. Relief coursed through you when Angel dropped his head back down, kissing you hard on the lips before moving back to your next. You knew what he was going to do now that you weren’t going to be able to stop him. At this point you didn’t even care. The moan that came out of you when he sunk his teeth into your neck again let him know that you had no real intention of making him stop. You called out his name as you came undone around him, your legs tightening for a moment before going lax, only staying looped around his waist because of how close he had himself pinned to you.

He ran his tongue over the spot on your neck where his teeth had just been, like he was trying to soothe over the sting. It was the furthest thing from your mind, though, as you slowly started to come down from your high. You felt dizzy from it all as his forehead dropped against your shoulder. All of your limbs felt like they were made of jelly as you laid there, stars behind your eyes as Angel eagerly thrust into you. His grip around your wrists tightened, almost bruising as his movements got more intense.

The reality of everything that was happening burst to the forefront of your mind, and it should’ve made you feel badly, but it didn’t. Instead, it sent a second wave of bliss over your body as you wriggled your hands out of his grasp, immediately pulling his lips to yours. He didn’t fight you on it, pushing his tongue into your mouth, moaning as he came inside of you.

He collapsed on top of you, and you could feel the racing beat of his heart as his chest laid pinned to yours. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he tried to catch his breath. His hands wandered slowly back down to your legs, running over them, pulling warmth from them as they stayed wound around his hips. You let out a hum of contentment as he placed a few lazy kisses to your neck and what he could reach of your shoulder. If you could’ve, you would’ve laid like that all night.

After a few minutes, when both of you got your breathing and heartrates back under control, Angel slowly, carefully pulled out of you. You fought the impulse to whine, not wanting all of it to be over. But you knew that you had no right to be complaining about something being over when it shouldn’t have happened in the first place.

He placed a lazy string of kisses down your neck and over your clothed chest before getting himself to sit upright. He reached for his boxers on the floor, lifting his hips up off the couch just long enough to pull them on.

You pushed yourself up just enough to lean back against the arm of the couch. You crossed one leg over the other, pushing your skirt down a little bit like it made any fucking difference at this point.

“Hey,” you lifted your chin a little, waiting for him to look at you, “you good?”

He huffed out a laugh as he shook his head, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair. “I’m great.”

Your brain was still a little too muddled to be able to tell if he was being sarcastic or not. He couldn’t make it easy. “What’re you thinking right now?” You paused. “Are you mad?”

He chuckled, a smile starting to curl the ends of his lips as he replayed everything that had just happened. “Fuck no.” He looked over at you, studying your face for a moment before asking, “How messy is this gonna get?”

“What?”

He motioned back and forth between the two of you. “This. Was this a one-time thing? You gonna finally break up with this dude? What’s the deal?”

And just like that, you came crashing down from your high. You dropped your head back against the armrest, staring up at the ceiling as you thought about your answer to his question. “I don’t know.” You dragged your hands down your face. “I know how awful that is.”

“Look,” he reached over, resting one hand on your knee, drumming his fingers, “I don’t give a shit about this guy, or hurting his feelings.” He saw the way you laughed at that. “I don’t. He wants to fuck things up with you? I’ll let him.” He paused, a shit-eating smirk taking over his face as he said, “And I’ll keep fuckin’ you while he’s doing it.”

“Angel!” you chastised him with a laugh.

“I’m serious.” He leaned down, grabbing his jeans so he could start to pull those on too. “I don’t give a fuck about him. But I’ve been tellin’ you, you’re wasting your time.”

“So, what, you think I should just leave him and be with you?”

Angel shook his head. “I didn’t say that. I mean, you should,” he laughed, “but I didn’t say that. Him being a waste of your time has nothing to do with me.”

“Really?” You laughed. “This feels like it has a lot to do with you.”

“Yea, ‘cause I was inside you like, two fuckin’ minutes ago,” he said with a laugh. He stood up, pulling his jeans up and buckling his belt back into place. “You gotta make that choice. I’ll be here, no matter what you end up doing, but,” he raked his fingers back through his hair, “this is your mess to figure out.”

“Why’d you come over, then?”

He shrugged. “I like you. You knew that, though.”

Your voice was quieter than you thought it was going to be as you said, “I know.”

He was about to go grab his boots when he saw the look on your face. “Want me to stay?”

You thought about it for a long moment before finally shaking your head. “I’ll be good. You know, when my legs start working again.”

Angel laughed and shook his head as went to grab his kutte and put his boots back on. You watched him, unable to wipe the smile off your face, or shake the jittery feeling still coursing through your body. You knew that you should feel guilty, and maybe you would in the morning. Or maybe you wouldn’t. It was all a mistake but it certainly didn’t feel like one yet.

He walked back over, standing beside the sofa like he had when he first got to your house. “You sure you’re gonna be good if I go?”

You looked up at him and nodded. “I’ll be fine. Thanks for the company.”

He smirked. “If that’s what you wanna call it.”

You rolled your eyes but you could feel your face getting warm. “Goodnight, Angel.”

He laughed, leaning down and kissing you on the forehead. “Night.” He walked back to the door. He was halfway through it when he turned and looked back over his shoulder at you, a smile on his face as he said, “Don’t forget to cover up that hickey.”

You laughed, shaking your head at him as he pulled the door shut behind him. Once again it was just the noise of the television filling your apartment. Reaching up, you lightly pressed your fingers against where Angel’s mark was, already thinking of the best way to cover it up.

#mayans mc #mayansmc #mayans fx #mayans mc imagine #angel reyes #angel reyes x you #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes fanfic #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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simpjaes · 9 months

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aurrr i spent the whole day thinking u ignored my ask or hadn’t gotten to it yet, but turns out it didn’t show up in my feed…hate this app fr 🙄 but yes yes i love infidelity, love triangles, and just any type of angst with another love interest. my irls who read books and all say they hate books with “the other woman” plot because the guy should be so obsessed he doesn’t look at anyone else. they also hate cheating. i get it, irl if a man cheats on you, DUMP HIS ASS!! 🗣️ BUT if it’s in books, i eat up that angst. if i don’t feel the angst in my stomach i don’t want it. can’t wait for the fic!!!

anyways hard thoughts about jay before i study for the next 4 hours 💔:

(also forgive me ik we see him as a switch on this blog but i am an advocate of the dom jay agenda)

(these are also not super crazy. i’m sorry if you wanted something more feral)

- him constantly buying you lingerie for you to model for him. he sits back in his chair, manspread as you do a little twirl for him in the matching black lace set he got you. when he really likes a set he will have you wear it again and fuck you in it. and that’s where those polaroids in his wallet come from 🫢

- he sets up a cute picnic being the romantic guy he is but it’s not very cute when all of a sudden you’re riding him on the blanket, his hand covering your mouth so no one hears. he treats being caught as a literal joke.

- sugar daddy jay who’s the head of some big company and keeps you pushed up against the window of his office, fucking into you from behind everytime you visit. let’s just say you try to see him at the office at least 2-3 times a week.

-💗

oh oh oh, you may have misread me. When i write infidelity fics, you're not the one being cheated on usually. You're the one cheating tho, because if there's anything better than one possessive man, it's two possessive men.

I would never in my life condone cheating in real life, but in fantasy? I can have whatever i want and if i wanna date jake, then notice his hot taller friend sunghoon eyeing me, imma date him too, and then if i notice jay in the corner with a boner? bam, third boyfriend idc.

also, u misread me again possibly. i don't think u know how rare it is for me to write men as dominant, or to see them as switches considering i prefer to be the more dominant party lol, i 100% see jay as someone who can and will take control. me seeing him as a switch is just like, a base level feeling. i just don't like to be dominated by men that pretty tbh (but im lying, i do like it and that's why I'm writing more of that here)

the second thought sticks with me more than the others tho. public sex bc either you or him are too desperate to wait? mannnnn, even better if you're poking, pushing his buttons, trying to tease him and be a brat because you know he won't fuck you right there, on the blanket in the park.

and by the point he's actually pissed, you freeze when he's like "what, you think I won't?" all while pulling you into his lap, pulling it out, stuffing you full, and holding your mouth. "you really thought I wouldn't, didn't you?"

>:D

#ask #💗 anon #i like ur asks so i will always answer them when i have the time and energy !#.hard hours #.jay #hardthots

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cookinguptales · 1 year

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tabikaeru tutorial

Hi! I've just been informed that the Tabikaeru tutorial that was previously posted to tumblr has been deleted, so here I am making a new one.

For the uninitiated, Tabikaeru is a Japanese mobile game that was released in 2017. It's about a little frog living in the forest who likes to travel around Japan and have adventures!

You can gather clover to purchase snacks and tools for your little frog so you can pack his bag for him, and in return, he'll send you photos from his travels and bring you little souvenirs.

I translated all of the extant snacks, souvenirs, tools, etc. back when the game first came out and stayed up to date for a couple years, but there are a few items from the most recent update that I haven't translated. There seems to be a lot of renewed interest in the game recently, so maybe I'll get on that...

Anyway! Y'all need to know how to get started before you can collect anything! So here's an English guide to the game's tutorial so you can send your frog on lots of cute little adventures.

(Note: I won't be putting in screenshots for every piece of dialogue due to Tumblr's image limit, but I will have the translations.)

Step one is to go to the app store and type in "tabikaeru", which means Frog Traveler or Travel Frog!

The one you want looks like this:

When you first boot it up, you'll see this screen:

This is just a screen begging you to turn tracking on! (Please turn tracking on, it'll let us target your ads better to you, you can turn it off from your settings whenever, etc.)

Every app does this these days (because they legally have to) and you can make your own decision, but I always tell it no. lmao

So just tap "Ask App not to Track" on the next screen. For me, that part was still in English.

Now we can start the game!

To the left, the start screen. To the right, one asking you to agree to the terms and conditions. The top button here will let you read all those TOS (which... I'm assuming you can't read anyway if you're using this tutorial, so ignore that), the left button is accept and the right is deny.

So tap the start button on the start screen (that's the white one), then the bottom left option on the next screen.

The next screen says, "There's a frog here. Let's give them a name!"

This is the screen where you can name your frog. It says, "Please input a name. Maximum 5 characters." [empty box] "You can change this name later."

I wrote in the name かっちゃん, or Kacchan, which is short for カーミト, or Kermit! (My original frog is named グレン/Glen, which is short for Grenouille. Don't worry, he still lives undisturbed on my cell phone!) From here on out, though, I'll be referring to my ipad frog as Kacchan.

Note: You can use Japanese or romanized characters in this box, depending on which keyboards you have installed, but remember that you only have five characters! This'll go a lot further in Japanese.

The next screen says, "[The frog] has gone inside their house. Let's take a peek inside."

Tap the little button that looks like a house at the lower right of the screen. It says おうち, which just means "home". You tap this button whenever you want to go inside your frog's house.

You'll find your frog inside trying to decide what to pack. Several text boxes in a row will say:

"They are preparing to go on a journey. Let’s give Kacchan a little help with their travel preparations."

"There are three kinds of provisions you can set out to help them prepare: packed lunches, lucky charms, and tools.

These items are essential for travel. Let’s give them a packed lunch."

"Travel supplies can be bought in the shop using three-leaf clovers. So first of all, let’s go out to the little garden near the house to harvest three-leaf clovers."

It'll then indicate the icon at the bottom of the screen. It looks like a little mailbox and says にわさき, or garden. Tap that button, which you can use to go outside. You'll then see a little hand, which is asking you to drag the clover garden into view.

Once you do that, you'll get this screen:

This is your clover garden, and it says, "Slide your finger over the three-leaf clovers to harvest them."

A little hand will point at the box in the top left of the screen (the one with the ♣ symbol) and it says, "You can check how many three-leaf clovers you've harvested here."

Then it says, "Harvest all the clovers from the field."

After you've done so, it'll say, "You found a four-leaf clover! When you’re looking in the field, sometimes you’ll find a rare four-leaf clover amongst all the three-leaf ones. These can be used as lucky charms during travel."

"This is a good opportunity, so let's make this into a lucky charm."

(A translation/cultural note on "omamori" here. I've translated it as "lucky charm" for ease of use in the tutorial, but I usually just say "omamori" in the rest of my guide.)

"We've finished harvesting the three-leaf clovers, so let's try using them to buy things in the shop."

It will then indicate the middle icon at the bottom. It looks like it has bags on it, and it says おみせ, or shop. Tap that button whenever you want to go to the shop.

"First, let's buy the very reasonable Ebidzuru Scone."

(Note: ebidzuru is a type of grape, so this is basically a raisin scone.)

Tap on the top left item (a fully translated shop guide can be found in my Tabikaeru guide) and you'll get this pop-up:

"Do you want to buy an ebidzuru scone? (Number owned: 0)"

On the left is yes, the right is no. You'll be seeing confirmation screens that look like this a lot as you play the game. It's always just asking you if you're sure you want to buy what you tapped on.

Then it will say, "Now let's prepare their travel supplies."

It will take you back to the screen where your frog is pondering their bag, and a hand will point at a wooden sign at the bottom left that says したく, or preparations. Tap that button.

This will take you to a blue screen. At the top, it says かばん, or bag. This is where you can pack your frog's travel bag.

At the top left, it says おべんとう, or packed lunch. At the top right, it says おまもり, or lucky charm. At the bottom, it says どうぐ, or tools. Below those boxes, there is a white button that says かんりょう, or complete.

"Please select ebidzuru scone for the packed lunch and the four-leaf clover as the lucky charm. Then, press the complete button."

(Tap on each dotted square beneath each label to choose what to assign. Don't worry about the tools for now, you can buy those later.)

Put the scone and the clover in your frog's bag, then tap the "complete" button at the bottom.

It will then say, "You are done making travel preparations. Please wait for Kacchan to begin their journey. *Because this is the tutorial, when the app reboots, Kacchan will leave."

And then, "App will now reboot."

Press okay, and the app will basically just make your frog leave for their journey immediately instead of making you wait for them to leave. This is only for the tutorial; you'll have to wait for your frog to be good and ready to go before they take off most of the time.

You will then see this message, which will become very familiar as you play this game:

"Kacchan is setting off."

(i.e. your frog is currently traveling.)

It then says, "Kacchan has departed. If you close the app and wait for a little while, they'll return. If you've made preparations for them, they'll come back in a few hours."

Basically, just close your app and be patient. It usually takes at least an hour or two for your frog to return, but sometimes it could even be a day or two if they're going somewhere really far. I recommend making sure you have notifications on so you're not constantly checking to see if your little dude is back.

(The "if you've made preparations for them" part just means that if you leave the game for a long time and don't put any food/items out for your frog, they'll be gone when you come back. They'll come home as soon as you put some food out for them. I guess your frog is just being self-sufficient.)

The game then says, "*If you go to ヘルプ (help) and turn notifications on, you'll get a notification when Kacchan returns home."

I think you probably will just get a pop-up that will ask you if you want to turn on notifications (in English), but if not, tap the menu button (top right, メニュー), then the right-most button, which has a question mark and ヘルプ on it. You'll then see this screen:

Don't worry about most of these for now. Just tap the top one, オプション/options, which will bring up this screen:

This is your settings screen.

I think the sliders are pretty self-explanatory. These are the background music and sound effects sliders. Beneath that, you have the notifications. Select on if you want them, off if you don't. At the bottom, you have your support ID, which you can use in case you need to contact them or transfer your game to a new device.

Anyway, back to the tutorial.

The game then says, "You don’t have to make preparations for Kacchan; they can come and go freely. But if you help them out and make preparations, they will send you photos of their journey and occasionally bring home souvenirs that they picked up here and there and give them to you as presents."

Again, this is just saying that the frog will leave and come home regardless, but if you put things in their bag, they'll bring you presents, which is how the game is played. In other words, your frog isn't gonna starve to death, but you won't make any headway in the game if you don't pack their bag.

(For a cultural note on "omiyage", which I've translated as "souvenir", see here.)

Then, "While your frog is gone, you can prepare for their next journey. To get ready, you can harvest three-leaf clovers and buy them things."

(So yes, come back regularly to harvest clover even if your frog isn't home.)

"The tutorial is now complete. Please have fun traveling with Kacchan!"

And they'll give you 500 three-leaf clovers and one four-leaf clover to get you started.

The official tutorial is done now, but I'll give you a little more information.

Sometimes you'll see a little letter hovering over your mailbox. This is where you get mail, which is typically items that you've received. If you tap the little white bubble in each message, you'll receive the item.

(The thing at the bottom is still just trying to get you to turn on tracking, ignore it.)

This is what the notification looks like when your frog is home! It says, "Kacchan has returned."

Now I'll show you what it looks like when your frog comes home.

"Kacchan has returned."

"They brought you souvenirs."

The top part, or いっぴん/ippin/masterpiece, is a special item that your frog can get from each location. They'll probably have to go to each location a few times to get its masterpiece/ippin.

The second part is the めいぶつ/meibutsu, or regional specialties. There are different foods your frog can bring back from different locations, and those foods can be used to feed friends when they come to call.

For more information on these items and how they're used (and how to entertain friends), please look at my Tabikaeru guide.

Your frog will also probably bring home some three-leaf clovers and a lottery ticket. For more info on the lottery, you can also see the guide.

"A photo has been delivered."

Your frog will often send you photos. This could be from the place they visited, it could be photos of the journey, or it could be friends they made along the way. The photos are always super fun and cute, though.

It's Nagoya Castle! :)

If you want to keep the photo, tap the button on the right. For more info on photos, please look at the guide.

You'll probably get this pop-up when you first come home:

"You've acquired the 'Solo Traveler' title."

As the game progresses, you'll gain more titles as you complete more objectives. Tap on your frog when they're home to change their name or title. For more info on titles -- you guessed it, check out the guide.

You'll get pop-ups explaining the title, the tools, and the desk.

I just explained the title thing, then the tools can be bought in the shop just like the food (see guide), and the desk is really similar to the bag.

The desk is used just like the bag, except it's how you prepare for future journeys. After you fill your frog's bag, you can also put lucky charms, boxed lunches, and tools on the desk. When your frog comes home, they will automatically refill their bag with what's on the desk. So if you're not around, your frog will be fairly self-sufficient.

(Now if the desk is empty for too long, your frog will not bring you anything until you put stuff on it.)

Unlike the bag, do not hit the button at the bottom when you're done. That's the "clear" button, and it will clear all desk slots.

The desk can be accessed from the prep button just like the bag, just hit the arrow to switch between the two.

There's a lot more to the game, like seasonal tickets, visiting friends, etc. but you can find all that as well as translations of all the food/tools/souvenirs in my guide.

I hope you end up loving this game as much as I do! Please let me know if you have any questions that aren't answered by this or the guide! 🐸💜

#I made the guide a long time ago #so I might make an updated version at some point...#but for now it'll do #tabikaeru

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sebfreak · 1 year

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I really thought yesterday was a fever dream but sadly no. Tumblr did really change their layout in this ugly piece of sh.... in this stupid thing that nobody wanted because I didn´t see a single tiny user who said: "Oh tumblrs layout is shit, I´m only used to twitter, so I demand that tumblr is like that."

Why? Just why? There are so many other things you can works on. F.e. your support. XDD After five mails I don´t have my energy to explain again and again what my problem is only to get the same answer: "Restart your router, delete your cash from the app (uhm yeah nice but I use tumblr mostly on my desktop)"

Oh it´s so annoying. Also don´t do this stupid games. What´s up with these "Following, mutal..." buttons on my followers, following people or in general users. Didn´t you think that it can pressure people? I can only speak for myself but I´m a person who sometimes unfollows people quiet and do not wanna talk about it but now people can see it and this is so unpleasant. Because it supports drama. Give us a possibility to deactivate it.

Also, I already said it to you in mails: Work on this stupid tag bug. You have a specific name for it, SO YOU KNOW THE PROBLEM!!! It can´t be that people who are years and years on this site have this tag problem over and over again where they post something and you can´t see it for hours in the tags.

Then there are these ask bugs. When I started with tumblr it was a funny joke that sometimes an ask was eaten, but after these many years (it´s a decade) we can demand that you have finally fixed it. But you didn´t, instead we get so many playful things ... for what?

Oh another thing: it´s so nice that you tried to explain why the new editor is better but it is clumsy. At one point it is really hooky, so I don´t know what you have tested all these months but this editor has serious problem and is way worse than the old editor. In the old one I could upload 4 and more gifs at once and easily move them around, now I feel like I am wasting my time when I upload every single gif for itself and move it. Also, I don´t wanna ignore the fact that the quality on every gif is downgraded but people already explained that in long and very good texts.

Then there is the thing that you always try to explain to us that all these new feature are good for us. Like... are you not seeing the opinions of all the users on this site? I can totally understand when people say, that they are feel ignored because it´s true. You have a feature and you play with your words and say: "Oh you wanted to have it, here look this is amazing." Because you are so proud of your ideas that you forget that people were happy with the old tumblr. Nobody asked for live streams (i don´t have it because silly me lives in europe but I´m scared that i will get it at one point and i feel so sorry for all the ones who have it).

Yesterday I saw a little snippet of a text in which you explained that tumblr is too difficult to use? Like the fuck? Tumblr is so easy you have literally a whole tutorial in which you explain the basics, did you forget that? Or are you suggesting that people do not read anymore?

My head is empty now but I know that there are a lot more problems I didn´t name. (@staff)

Oh btw if you don´t know what I wanted to say with this post, then I´ll just say it in simple words now: start listening to your users.

#tumblr #staff #tumblr staff #personal #kinda too because i´m ranting here

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drangeax · 1 year

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Maybe I Live First

Pairing: Aqua/Vanitas

Rating: M for MILF

Current word count: 16,155

Chapter 4: The Party

Summary: Aqua experiences firsthand the bizarre place a dating app is. Vanitas goes to Kairi’s party.

Read on AO3

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“Van, it’s not fair. I want to go to the party!” Xion begged for the fifth time.

“No! The music’s going to be loud, and people will bump into each other like drunken idiots.”

Xion rested her hands on her hips. “You’re saying that like you don’t blast your nu-metal when you want to annoy me.”

“I don’t. I close my door," Vanitas countered.

“But—”

“Xion, I said no,” Vanitas said firmly, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You know why...”

“That’s not fair…”

“Hey, Roxas’ here,” Sora said, looking through the window. He tapped his foot. “Let’s go go go!”

“If only you put that same energy into studying," Riku said, opening the door for Roxas.

The blond stepped in. "Hey, sup?"

Sora gave Riku a goofy grin and dangled the car keys before him. "Fun, Riku. F-U-N..."

Riku crossed his arms and stared at him. "You're not driving." Sora chuckled and pocketed the keys.

"Oh, come on. It's my turn."

Vanitas rolled his eyes. He would surely regret this tomorrow. “By the way, tell Ax where I am. You know how he gets,” Vanitas called before closing the door.

Alright, let’s see what the night brings…

***

‘Your thicc’

Aqua blinked twice at the message on her phone screen. Did he just…? She pinched one of her thighs. Okay, so there was a generous amount of meat on her bones.

So what if she was? What did that have to do with anything?

Also…'your thicc’? With that grammar horror, the conversation ended before it even started. She sighed and hit the back button on the chat. The guy’s profile pic stared back at her with a charming smile. Shame, he was so cute, but not enough for her to ignore…everything else. She swiped, searching for something better.

‘ I am fluent in woman.’

Okay, that doesn't sound any better. Next.

‘7 inches of 8=D’

She shook her head. “Seven inches of what? What’s that supposed to mean?” Her eyes settled on the odd symbol as she cocked her head to the side. Oh! She swiped him away without a second thought.

‘Fun come on rub my chocolate body.’

Eh, how about no. Next.

She swiped again. ‘You may call me daddy’.

Ugh, no thanks.

‘Looking for women for dating.’

“As opposed to what? Looking for a victim?” It could’ve been a poorly worded sentence, but she wasn’t about to ignore the uncomfortable feeling in her gut. “Better safe than sorry.”

Her phone chimed. Milfhunter_69 likes you!

Another chime followed. Serious_Dom likes you!

“Ahhhhh.” She quickly placed her phone face-down on her thigh and crossed her arms. “Why am I attracting the wrong kind of attention? I just want to have a date that might lead to sex…”

Something about her was not getting her what she wanted. Maybe it was her profile pic or the introductory line…or it could even be the size of her breasts. Aqua looked down at her chest, twisting her lower lip between her teeth. They’re still perky…

“Okay, maybe I’m being too picky. I’m not that young either...”

Aqua eyed her phone and sighed before returning to it. After a few swipes, she settled on a guy that looked intimidating.

“Interests: reading, outdoors, fishing, dancing…mmm, interesting.”

He met all her specifics as well: tall, dark-haired, broad shoulders. Strong enough to pick her up? Maybe. Pleasing to her eyes? Yes, definitely. Her cheeks heated up at the thought.

She tapped on his profile and scrolled through his pictures. He had tattoos and a dog. Shockingly, he seemed honest about his love of fishing, given there were a couple of pics of him and his buddies doing so. She continued to swipe through his photos.

Oh. Dear. Lord.

There was a photo of him at the beach in barely there swim shorts. It left little to the imagination. Her eyes wandered down his muscular torso and past the waistband of his shorts. She bit her lip.

I’m absolutely not staring at his—

“Hey, mom…”

“Ah!” Startled, Aqua dropped her phone on the floor. Ven stood in front of her, eyeing her curiously. “W-what is it, Ven?” Her cheeks reddened in embarrassment. She hoped Ven wouldn’t think of it.

Ven shifted back and forth on his feet and placed his hands behind his head, looking sheepish. “Umm, I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind me having Xion over…?”

“Isn’t it a bit…” She eyed the clock, ticking away on the wall. “I mean, no, I don’t mind, but…”

“Well, she just texted me. Asked if she could come over because Axel needs to go out for some reason. Also, Van’s not home right now, and he can’t leave her alone, and—“

“Ven.”

Ven’s face showed signs of distress. “You know, something could happen to her, and O-M-G, if she’s alone—”

Oh boy. He was letting his imagination run wild again. Aqua stood and placed her hands on his shoulders. “Ven, it’s fine. She can come over.” She squeezed his shoulders affectionately. "I said I didn't mind.”

Ven stared at her. “Really?” She nodded. He immediately hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. “You’re the best.”

Aqua smiled. “Am I? Or are you just kissing up to me?”

“Both? I’ll stick with both just to be safe.”

She gaped at him and crossed her arms. “Offensive…but I’ll take it.”

Ven flashed her his signature smile before practically skipping down the hall. She wondered briefly why he seemed so happy. Not that he wasn’t most of the time. ‘Her bright ray of sunshine.’

Aqua bent down and picked up her phone. She glazed over the guy’s profile again. Well, he seemed alright…but maybe she should wait until tomorrow to revisit it. Make sure she didn’t lower her expectations and gave into fatigue from scrolling through profiles for a couple of hours.

“Yeah, that’s definitely enough for today.” She set her phone on the coffee table and left for a glass of wine.

A few minutes later, she plopped down on the couch with a glass…and the whole bottle of Rosé. She turned the TV on, flipping through the channels until something caught her attention. There was a vampire and a werewolf both competing for the same girl's attention. She eagerly grabbed her glass, filled it up, and settled back comfortably.

Mmm…let’s see what happens.

Within fifteen minutes, Aqua poured more wine into her glass. Okay, this woman's too indecisive.

Thirty minutes later and another glass of wine. “Don’t be stupid. Come on, did you not see his muscles? Pick him!” she said, pouring another glass.

Almost the whole movie later…

“He’s obviously hotter. Why do you like them cold? Team Wolf!" She took a sip from her glass before realizing it was empty. “Mmm.” She eyed the bottle…it was empty as well. No wonder she felt lightheaded and sleepy.

Shit…Again...

That was enough. She couldn’t keep drinking like that. She set her glass down and curled on the couch as the credits rolled.

You did it again…

Thoughts simmered in her mind as she slowly fell asleep. Frustration. Anger. Disappointment. It was her daily mindset catching up with her.

***

Loud. That was Vanitas' first thought while watching the frenzied crowd around him. The atmosphere was alive with excitement and music blaring from the speakers. The smell of alcohol and sweat lingered in the air as the local DJ—Demyx—stood behind the booth, spinning the latest tracks. Judging by the drunken dancing and the number of red cups lying around, the party was well underway.

“O-M-G! You guys made it!”

The high-pitched voice startled Vanitas. Of course; if he came to Kairi’s party, she would be there too.

Duh. Brilliant mind, Van. You’re so smart.

She greeted Sora and Riku with a kiss on the cheek, then waved at Roxas lazily.

Vanitas stepped aside, rolling his eyes at the annoyance before him. “Yes, you insisted that we come. In fact, you wouldn’t leave the other day until I finally said yes.”

“Oh, don’t be like that, Vani…I’ll make sure you won’t regret it,” Kairi said, wedging herself between Sora and Riku. There was a look in her eyes as she stared at him that he knew all too well…

“I already do,” Vanitas said, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

Kairi crossed her arms and gave him a look. Before she could reply, Vanitas spotted a makeshift bar on the kitchen counter. He nudged Roxas, both walking away from the redhead.

Various drinks lined the marble surface, left completely unattended. Everything from spiced punch to beer and more. There were some savory snacks as well to prevent people from hurling immediately.

"Figured she would jump them as soon as we got here,” Roxas said, pouring himself some punch. “She’s so obvious. I don’t know how most guys don’t catch on to her web of lies.”

Vanitas grabbed a drink and leaned against the counter. “She’s a good liar. It’s easy to fall for it.” He took a sip out of the red cup and grimaced, his throat burned as the drink washed down. Holy hell. The punch was about seventy-five percent alcohol and only a tiny bit of juice. “Shit. This place’s gonna turn into puke central by midnight,” he said, turning to Roxas… who’d already abandoned him.

“Ugh. Figures.”

The night went slowly. Vanitas mostly kept close to the drinks, watching others get wasted and making fun of them. He even played bartender for a couple of girls that hit on him. None of them was his type, plus they were classmates he’d have to see again at some point.

So not interested.

Eventually, Riku and Sora waded through the crowd of bodies and found him, dragging him toward a group of people that seemed vaguely familiar. Tidus, Selphie, and Wakka—they were good friends of his cousin. They usually visited the main island during summer break. It eventually ended with a terrible fishing trip with Tidus' dad. The others he didn’t know; Riku introduced them all, but between the buzz of the alcohol and the loud music, he couldn’t remember their overly complicated names. He doubted that Kairi knew them. She didn’t care who came, as long as there were lots of people making lots of noise.

He mostly kept quiet. New people intimidated him. Especially the group of girls to his right. A loud blonde, a shy brunette, and a girl who also kept oddly quiet. Her hair was silver and short, her bangs covering her sharp features. His eyes wandered down her form, her peculiar black leather outfit catching his attention. He then noticed the silver pendant around her neck, with a threaded barbed wire chain. She left a lot to desire in the tits department, but to Vanitas, tits were tits, no matter the size. It looked like she had been dragged to the party just like him.

Mmm, edgy and bored. Let’s see if she’ll talk to me, at least…

“Hey.” He nudged his chin at the spot beside the girl. “This seat taken?”

The girl’s red eyes scanned him up and down. She brought her solo cup to her lips. “All yours...”

Vanitas grinned and flopped beside her. “Thanks. So, you from here, or college on the island?”

“College.” Her head tipped backward as she sipped her drink.

"Ah,” Vanitas chuckled, “so, you know Sora and Riku?”

She looked at him and sighed. “Look, I don’t do small talk. If you’re looking for someone to hook up with, try Yuna. You’ll have better luck with her.”

Ouch. Unapproachable much…? He briefly wondered if he came off like that sometimes.

“Truth be told, the girls heard ‘party’ from ‘Seeker of Darkness’ over there, and I got dragged

here.”

Bingo.

“You too, huh?" He leaned forward, holding his cup on his thigh. “Sora insisted I tag along, and once he gets something in his mind—

“There’s no stopping him.”

“Exactly,” Vanitas said, turning to her.

The girl finished her drink and placed her cup down. “Wanna dance?”

“Fuck yes. Nothing better to do.”

“Paine,” the girl said, getting up from her seat.

“I know, right?”

She shook her head and stretched out her hand. “No. My name’s Paine.”

Vanitas stared at her for a minute. “That’s a fucking cool name .”

Paine laughed and pulled him to the ‘dance floor,’ which was the middle of Kairi’s living room. They were soon absorbed by the mob of drunken people, bodies bumping messily into others. She wasn’t a bad dancer—had interesting moves for someone reserved.

Vanitas rarely danced, but he could hold his own if he needed to. He didn’t have two left feet, as most guys claimed. Now music? That was his vice. If he were deaf, he wouldn’t want to live in this world anymore. What was the point if he couldn’t hear? Wait…that was probably how Naminé felt. Drinking made him eerily sober and philosophical. The fuck. He shook his head and kept dancing.

Soon, the crowd on the ‘dance floor’ parted and gathered near the bar. Sora made an announcement before climbing to the counter. Riku stood near the loud crowd.

“Seeker of Darkness, I want your babies!” A girl shrieked. Riku scratched his head in embarrassment. Vanitas rolled his eyes. Part of him was convinced Riku was gayer than the word ‘gay.’

Sora brought a hose and a funnel to Riku.

Ah, fuck. There goes my ride.

“Chug, chug, chug!” The crowd chanted as Sora poured beer for Riku to drink. “Chug, chug, chug!”

Vanitas was sure that amount was dangerously close to alcohol poisoning. Not my circus. Not my monkey. He didn’t tell people how to live their lives. It was theirs to fuck up if they wanted.

Riku accomplished whatever he was challenged to. Despite its insignificant nature, the crowd went wild. Riku stood perfectly still with a dumb grin before he stumbled and fell flat on his face. Everyone grew quiet, the loud music taking over for a few minutes.

Oh, shit! Did he fucking bite the dust?

Sora jumped off the counter. “Chill, he’s ok. He’ll get up any minute now.”

And so he did, and the crowd cheered like drunken idiots. Riku pulled his shirt off and threw it at the girls yelling for him earlier, flashing them a stupid smirk. Yeah, Riku was definitely not driving them home. Judging by his clumsier-than-usual movements, Sora wasn’t in good shape either.

Oh, that’s just great.

Riku barely pushed past the crowd before passing out again. Sora waved off people asking if he was alright, reassuring everyone that he’d be fine in a few minutes. When Riku didn’t stand up after a solid minute, he gave Vanitas a nervous glance.

“Hey, Vani, he’s out cold,” Sora said, his own balance questionable. “And heavy. So help me out, will ya?”

Vanitas sighed and helped his cousin. “Why the fuck is he so heavy?” Vanitas asked as he pulled at Riku's arms. “Fucking hell, Riku...” He pulled harder, and the body finally budged. They dragged him to the stairs.

“Okay, Vani. Now grab his legs,” Sora said, pushing Vanitas aside and grabbing Riku’s arms.

“Wait, what?”

Sora let go of Riku. His arms hit the first step, and the silver-haired boy groaned. “We gotta take him upstairs. He’s not gonna wake up any time soon, and Kairi said we could crash in her room if we needed to.”

“Ugh, really…? Alright…”

He did as ordered, and they got Riku up the stairs and into bed. Not without dropping him a couple of times, though. The dickhead had it coming. Especially since Vanitas would now be forced to walk home at an ungodly hour of the night. He sure as hell wasn’t staying here. He would rather risk it and have Sora drive them home than stay anywhere near Kairi.

“Hey, Sora, I’m going out for a smoke. Then we’ll leave—His cousin’s snoring interrupted him. His eyes fell on the brunette on the floor next to the bed. “Great…”

Vanitas sighed and exited the room, closing the door behind him. He leaned back, internally timing how long it would take him to walk home when the sound of heels snapped him out of his thoughts.

Kairi stood a few feet away. “Oh, hey Vanitas, Have you seen—

“Sora and Riku? Both passed out in there,” he said, pushing off the door.

She crossed her arms. “So much for the ‘Seeker of Darkness’, huh?” She laughed. That giggling laugh she did when planning something. “How come you aren't fucked up?”

“Get shit-faced in your house? You’re kidding, right?”

Kairi rolled her eyes at him before approaching. “Oh, come on, Van. You liked it,” she said, pressing her chest against his.

Yeah, and now I fucking regret it.

"Still doesn’t mean it wasn’t a mistake.”

“Yeah, well…tell that to your dick,” she said, rubbing her knee against his groin.

Fuck.

“I’m a guy. What the hell do you want me to do? Tuck it between my legs?”

“Put it to good use.” She kissed him full on the lips.

Vanitas' eyes widened. He hadn’t expected her to dare. A part of him wanted to let her do whatever she wanted. Maybe it was the alcohol in his system or his hormones, but neither helped with the situation in his pants. He wouldn’t mind getting laid right now—in fact, he wanted to get laid, but…with Kairi? Seriously? With a frustrated growl, he pushed her away.

Kairi frowned. “What the hell, Van?! Come on, don’t be like that.”

He turned away from her with a scowl. “Don’t follow me. Personal space, remember?”

“Vani, wait!”

Vanitas quickly made his way down the stairs and passed a couple of dancers, his patience wearing thin. He’d met his socialization quota for the day, and he really wanted to leave. Just get home and listen to his music, maybe mess around with his guitar a bit…

Taking out his lighter from his pocket, he walked out of the front door and to the sidewalk. He reached for his smokes as a familiar car pulled over on the opposite sidewalk. Squinting, he noticed a figure behind the wheel, looking lost and confused. Was that…Ms. Thorne? Yes, yes it was. He perked up immediately. The whole thing had been worth it after all.

He crossed the street and leaned on the car, looking in. “Ms. Tho—Aqua?”

She looked up from her phone and smiled. It made his night. “Vanitas? What are you doing here?” She asked, sounding puzzled.

“Party,” he said, quickly hiding his lighter. “I kinda got roped into coming by my cousin and his friend.”

“Oh. Is this the same cousin you mentioned the other day?”

She remembered that. No way… He couldn’t remember what he had for lunch some days.

He sighed. “Yep…”

“You don’t sound too happy about it,” she said, resting her hand on the window and her head atop it. “Why? The girl you like didn’t show up?”

Vanitas chuckled and licked his lips. “She did. Sort of.”

Her smile widened. “So why didn’t you have fun, then?”

“Not really my type of thing, you know,” he said with a shrug. “I don’t like being dragged into things, either.”

“Mmm, that sure brings back memories…” Aqua said with a glint in her eyes.

He raised an eyebrow. "You party a lot?”

She hummed thoughtfully. Cute. “I was more focused on my studies and following the rules. I did get dragged to a lot of parties, though. Also did my fair share of crazy things as well…”

A car drove by them, faint light illuminating her face. There was a subtle blush on her cheeks. He wondered what she remembered so vividly.

Naughty Ms. Thorne.

Her phone buzzed, and her eyes immediately fell on its screen. She frowned.

“Something the matter?”

Aqua sighed. “Roxas texted me to pick him up earlier. I texted him that I’m here, but…”

“Give him a few. He’ll come out,” Vanitas said. “Maybe he’s dancing, or his phone fell out of his pocket or something…?” Or his hands are too busy to text back. “Hell, I’d be surprised if it hadn't, given the commotion in there…"

“What do you mean?” Aqua asked, giving him a look.

He crossed his arms. “You do know there’s a bunch of drunken teens in there, right?”

“What? What do you mean drunk?!”

“Uh, yeah. It’s a party, there’s alcohol,” he said, pointing at a group of girls stumbling outside. A blonde girl fell on her ass. “See? drunk off their asses."

“That’s it.” She released her seatbelt and stepped out of the car immediately. “I’m getting him right now!"

Vanitas smirked. Please drag his ungrateful ass out. His smirk vanished when he noticed what she was wearing. Fuck. She definitely left her house in a hurry. And did she not have a bra?! Fuck no. She can’t go in there like that. Not with a bunch of horny drunk frat guys.

Without thinking, he placed his hands on her shoulders. “Hey, hey. I’ll get him for you.”

“But—

“I’ll be faster.”

Aqua folded her arms over her chest. Her expression turned serious. “Alright.”

He turned around and returned to the party, scanning for Roxas. It didn’t take him long to spot him reclining on a couch, completely asleep. Idiot.

Vanitas jerked him awake. “Yo, get up man.”

“Fuck off,” Roxas muttered drunkenly.

He pulled him by his shirt. “Knock it off, smartass. Your mom’s waiting outside.”

Roxas blinked twice. “The fuck I care? Why do you care?”

“Because my cousin gave you a ride to this stupid party, which means you don’t have a ride unless you go home with your mom right now.”

Roxas rolled his eyes at Vanitas but followed. Vanitas pushed him in front of him, and he almost tripped.

“The fuck, man?”

After several minutes, Vanitas got Roxas past the others and outside. They went to the car, and Aqua helped them.

“Tch,” Roxas brushed his mother off.

“Just get in the car,” Vanitas mumbled, pushing him into the back seat and closing the door.

Aqua sighed and turned to Vanitas. “Do you need a ride?”

Fuck, yes I do.

“Nah, it’s alright. Don’t wanna trouble you,” he said, acting disinterested. “But now that you mention it, my cousin and his friend are so shitfaced I don’t think either of them can drive, so...”

She smiled. “It’s no trouble at all. I insist.”

Well, don’t mind if I do.

A few minutes later and seat belts on, they were on their way. It was a quiet ride. Roxas had passed out in the back, and the only sound heard was a song on the radio. Seriously? Who even listens to the radio? She needs a sick playlist. Hell, he’d even put one together for her. But that wasn’t the point.

Aqua kept her gaze fixed on the road, her hands firmly on the steering wheel. As much as he liked the occasional bit of silence, he wanted her to say something. Vanitas stared out the window, eyes following streetlight after streetlight. Kairi’s house wasn’t too far from his own, yet it felt like it was taking a long ass time to get home.

“I just don’t get it," Aqua said suddenly. “Why would someone think getting wasted is fun?”

Finally!

Vanitas turned his head toward her. Cause you could get laid. “No idea. Ask my cousin.” He shrugged. “College life I suppose? They think it’s fun?”

Aqua frowned. “There’s healthier ways to have a good time.”

I bet you could show me a good time.

“Like what?” Vanitas asked, a smirk creeping on his lips.

“Well, there’s camping, going to the movies, ghost hunting—

He laughed. She couldn’t be serious. The movies? Sure, if it was something awesome like Across the Spider-Verse. But ghost hunting? Camping?

She shot him a puzzled look. “What?”

“You’re not serious, right? Ghost hunting?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with it?” She asked, eyeing him briefly as they stopped at a traffic light. “It’s summer. That sort of thing is popular around this time. I remember years ago, spooky stories around a campfire, sneaking into an abandoned building and looking for ghosts…” A smile formed on her lips, and he didn’t know if she was blushing or if it was the glow of the red light.

The light turned green, and Aqua focused on the road, still smiling. “There was this one time around a bonfire at the beach…a bunch of us chilled by it after we went swimming. Terra hid in between the bushes, and…”

She stopped smiling and gripped the steering wheel harder. So bringing up the big guy was still a sore spot. Was he the one who cheated? Or was it her? Vanitas didn’t know, but his money was on Terra.

“Anyway, he scared a couple of us, and then we somehow were dared into trespassing on one of the old, abandoned buildings on the hill. There were rumors that it was haunted, and we wanted to see if it was true.”

“Oh, so you are serious about the ghost thing,” he said, amusement in his voice. She nodded. It was oddly cute that she believed in that stuff.

A ringtone chimed through the speakers, and the radio screen lit up. It read Terra. Vanitas was about to ask her if she wanted to answer. She signaled him to wait. On the third ring, she answered; the big guy’s voice boomed over the speaker, and she lowered it a bit.

“Hey.”

“Hi…”

There was an awkward silence, and tension was palpable in that simple exchange.

“Sorry to call you at this time. I know it’s close to midnight, so I hope I didn’t just wake you…”

“No, it’s fine. I was just…doing something.”

“Oh, okay. So…umm, you know about shared custody—I have a trip coming up, and guess what? Germany,” he paused. “I was just thinking how the twins have always wanted to go, so…”

So?

“I know it’s not my turn yet, but I want to take them with me. if that’s okay with you…”

“Sounds great,” she replied with a broad smile. Her eyes said otherwise.

“Umm, you could come if you want to…we wouldn’t mind.”

We? As in his side piece turned main 'we'? What the actual fuck?!

She pressed her lips together as if trying to keep the words in. “I would love that, but…I have to take care of some things,” she said, a hand playing with the star on her necklace. “Besides…I promised to babysit Tifa’s little bundle of joy.” She laughed weakly.

Terra laughed as well. “Busy woman as always. Take care then. I’ll text you later when everything’s booked for the twins, alright?”

“Okay.”

There was a long pause, and they both bid the other goodbye before the call finished. Vanitas felt awkward. He’d listened to a personal conversation that he probably shouldn’t have. Still, he wanted to say something about that bullshit.

"Pretty ballsy of him to ask you to go, huh?" he asked.

Aqua flicked the signal light and turned around a corner. "I guess so..."

"Ven mentioned you guys..."

"Yeah."

"But that really was a dick move."

She frowned. "Why? He's just being nice to me." She pulled into a driveway. Vanitas immediately recognized her house.

"Umm, you're kidding, right?" he asked, unbuckling his seatbelt. "He cheats on you, then—

Aqua gave him a heartbroken look. "That's the problem, Vanitas. No one cheated..."

Oh. But if no one cheated, then what…

His eyes widened as he realized.

Oh fuck.

#kingdom hearts #KH #aqua #vanitas #vanqua #vanaqua #ao3 stuff #ao3 #writing #fanfic

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diari0deglierrori · 2 years

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Hiiiii!!!! @omarfor-mp3 I’m diari0deglierrori, I’m alive and (almost) well, sorry to appear like this out of the blue but I was desperate and I’m feeeling awful and I need to vent so I figured I’d make a new blog to explain a bit. I saw your post about a mutual disappearing and figured it could be me (in the eventuality of it not being about me, feel free to ignore). So! Where do I start.

It all started on a dark January afternoon, the sky was grey and the air- ok I’ll go straight to the point: so I was just chilling, using this app as usual, and then all of a sudden, the Wi-Fi went down for like an hour and I couldn’t use it anymore, so ok, I go on with my life (although very annoyed because I had things to say). So then it seems that the Wi-Fi is back, at least insta is working, so I come back here to make a post about it (I don’t even know if it got published or not though? Something about the Wi-Fi who stopped working right when I was about to watch a movie ?) But when I hit post an error message appeared, the one that usually appears when there’s not Wi-Fi, so I try turning on my phones data and all to make it work but it doesn’t change a thing, I only get error messages. Then foolish little old me thinks it’s only because of a bad connection again so I check everything else to see if they work or not, every other app seems to be working so I come back here and when I check on my blogs they all seem to be gone, only my main’s name appears (it kind of happened once but only lasted about 5/10 minutes) so I start to worry and check other peoples blogs to see if it’s just the app or me. I figure I can go on the trending page, I can search things and go on blogs, so I go on yours and see the post about a mutual disappearing and it hits me. I’m simply gone. My whole life for the past 9ish years, vanished. I’m devastated. Oh but the problems are only getting started! I somehow still think my phone is the main problem, maybe it crashed a bit somehow so I go on settings and turn it off, thinking that maybe it’ll kind of reset things (not like reset reset, you know? Just like when you turn it off and on? I can’t explain right, my brain feels crushed). So I do the usual, turn it off, wait for a couple of minutes and try turning it on again. It does, the screen turns on, it says it’s locked and to swipe up to unlock, which I do. But it doesn’t work, the screen doesn’t move. I touch the buttons and they work just fine, I mean I can put it on mute and stuff, but nothing that needs the screen. So I start to panic a bit, tell people to call it so I can see if it still works, so they do and I see it can ring but I can’t swipe to answer, it’s like it’s frozen or something. But like not completely, I don’t know how to explain. Anyway, long story short I think I broke my phone, I can’t use it anymore, but the screen stays on and the hours go by, as if it was just mocking me. This is when you realize you’re stupid and wished you did a backup before, which I never do because as I said, I’m stupid. So anyway I tried to go log on my tumblr on my laptop but it didn’t work, so I tried changing the password too but then it said that my account got terminated and that I should report it to the staff or something… so I did, I’m waiting to see if they’ll ever answer.

I looked it up and apparently it happened to a lot of people, someone even explained it better than me:

“Originally it wouldn't load and said I needed to log in. I logged out and attempted to log back in, but it said my email/password was wrong. I tried to change my password and now it says my account was terminated. I've had this account for 10 years.”.

Same thing happened to me.

Aaaanayway, I’ve been dying inside ever since, hahahahahahejsfbkand

(I’m tagging you because of the post btw, sorry to bother)

#I’m so upset #Sorry again!!#Sara I could tag you to but didn’t dare to so I just followed with this blog maybe you’ll see this too #The rest of my mutuals is not really active everyday I’m sure they won’t notice I’m gone #I mean I could tell myself ‘bold of you to assume anyone would’#But still #Anyway I made this way too long too so sorry

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purplesurveys · 2 years

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When was the last time you went out of state? Outside of my city and of Metro Manila, this would’ve been last December.

And where did you go? We drove to Tagaytay to attend a Christmas family reunion on my dad’s side. And holy FUCK was it cold. It was perfect lol.

What does the 6th text in your inbox say? I’m not checking that on a Sunday night; my Messages app is like 99% for work purposes anyway these days. Do you even like the person who sent you that text? I wouldn’t be able to know who that is as I can’t be bothered to open my texts.

Do you have more than one best friend? I have two amazing best friends.

In public restrooms, do you flush the toilet with your foot? Yes. Unless it’s those button thingies on the tank cover, in which case I’d have no choice but to begrudgingly flush with my fingers.

What song is stuck in your head at the moment? Wild Flower by RM and Cho Youjeen, but that’s also because it’s playing at the moment.

Name one thing you worry about running out of: Energy and will to work. I’ve been resilient the last three years despite the burnout that consistently makes its presence known, and I’m always just able to...achieve stuff? Get promoted? Perform beyond expectations? I’m very lucky to apparently keep doing the right things, but I also don’t want to push myself too much; that’s why I’ve been a lot more rigid about stopping work at 6 PM sharp, declining work I know wouldn’t fit on my plate, and not normalizing weekend work as much as I used to. Setting boundaries is super important if you want to make long-term things continue to work for you.

Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? I don’t have either of these.

Spell your first name without T, E, R, A, or L. Hi, I’m Obyn!

How old were you when you had your first kiss? I was 16, I think. 16 going on 17 it was.

Do you ever save Aim conversations? I was never on AIM.

If you were a crayon what color would you be? Purple.

Do you wish your eyes were a different color? If so, what? No. An overrrrrrwhelming portion of Asians have brown eyes anyway, and it’d look super unnatural if I were to go for a different color.

What is the 4th digit in your phone number? I’m not sharing that.

Who was the last person to comment you on Myspace? I never did use Myspace a lot... Have you ever given someone a fake phone number? No.

Your phone’s ringing; who do you want it to be? I don’t want it to be anyone. Right now, I’m most likely to ignore the call lol.

Have you lied to get out of a date? Nah but I’ve run into a related scenario. I had this classmate in college who wanted to hang out with me outside of school, and it was giving me alarm bells all over the place regarding his motives. I remember asking if my girlfriend at the time could come along, and he never replied back to me. So I didn’t lie, but it was something I had to do to get out of that date he wanted lol.

Was your mom a cheerleader in high school? She wanted to be a cheerleader but there weren’t any varsities or squads for it at the time.

Do you still have pictures of your ex? No I got rid of them all within like a week of breaking up.

When was the last time you ate at McDonald’s? Last Thursday. Held an event for a new product.

Do you think more about the past, present or future? Present and future.

Are you more of a talker or a listener? Depends on the scenario, but I like being a listener more. What do you wear to bed? Something thin, airy, and short so I can be comfortable the whole evening.

Do you like ketchup or mustard better? I’ve never understood the appeal of mustard. I don’t like ketchup either (unless it’s banana ketchup) but between that and mustard, it’s definitely slightly better.

Did you ever have a Furby when you were little? No. As far as I know those things were never popular here.

Did you eat a cookie today? Nah, haven’t had anything sweet today. I had the sweetest cupcake known to man last Friday, so I’m good to go as far as dessert for like the next month or so lol.

What do you and your parents fight about the most? Miscommunication. My mom will say something, I interpret it in a different way than she intended, she takes offense, we get into a misunderstanding. With my dad, I tend to tell him off about politics the most just because he’s super apathetic while I think it’s such a sorry state to be in.

How old will you be in 15 years? Assuming I’ve already had my birthday this year and have turned 25, I’ll be 40.

Is summer your favorite season? I like the wet (rainy) season.

Chinese, Mexican, or Italian food? Mexican to me is the most flavorful. How many states have you lived in? We don’t have states.

When is the last time you saw your mom? 30 minutes ago.

Do you like the band Mayday Parade? I tried getting into them back when they were considered cool to like in like Grade 7 and high school, but couldn’t find a spark with their songs. What was the first thing you thought about when you woke up today? How much I wanted to take a shower.

Do you think dance/techno music is annoying? Not annoying, but I find the vast majority of it repetitive and boring.

What year were you born? 1998.

Do you shop at Hollister? No. I don’t think we ever had Hollisters here anyway so this question is irrelevant to me.

Grab the nearest book and turn to page 17. What is the 4th word? ‘Suspended.’ What are you going to be for Halloween? I didn’t celebrate Halloween last year.

How many times have you seen your favorite movie? TOO MANY. I once watched it everyday for like a 6-month period and have been rewatching it multiple times every year since. Movie’s Two for the Road.

Do you own a Coach purse? Nope, not really a fan of the brand.

What’s your Myspace song right now? Don’t have a Myspace.

Has a boyfriend/girlfriend ever given you a pet name? Yes.

Name a product you buy mostly because it has a cool package. So the K-pop industry is one big capitalist motherfucker and will typically sell shit wherein Version 1 will give you the bare minimum, Version 2 will have some extra stuff in it but not include the whole package, and Version 3 will have everything, including the nice big flashy outbox. I always go for Version 3.

Are you purposely hiding something from someone? For the last two weeks I’ve hidden my annoyance towards Reena because of how she’s derailed a few things about our Thailand trip, but most of that has been resolved now so we’re good. But yeah, there are stuff I’ve had to bite my tongue from saying.

What’s the most intimate thing you’ve discussed with a stranger? Back when I was fixing my admissions requirements for college, I was tagged as possibly having depression so I was whisked to the campus guidance counselor so they could gauge what the issue was. Pretty self-explanatory from there, but basically I hated being interrogated especially about something as private as my mental health so I just carefully dodged everything they asked.

What flavor cake do you like for your birthday? I’m not a big fan of cake but if anybody insisted on getting me one, I’d appreciate cheesecake the most.

Is your house usually too warm or too cold in the winter? We don’t have winter.

Have you ever been in love with someone much older or younger than you? Nope.

Are there any songs that make you feel angry inside when you hear them? Eh, not really. When was the last time you sat on the ground, outside w/nothing under you? Around two weeks ago when I was waiting for my Grab to arrive. I had been on my feet the entire day then and just wanted a place to sit.

Would you rather have someone ask to kiss you, or just kiss you? Just do it.

What the most recent thing to needed an Rx med for? My sprained ankle. Angela’s mom, bless her heart, wrote a prescription for me without charge. She does that for me whenever I get into a medical emergency which fortunately doesn’t happen a lot. She did it for me too when I got a UTI and my previous prescription with another doctor wasn’t doing fuck all.

Have you ever had a job you loved? It’s a love-hate relationship more than anything, so no.

What, if anything, do you substitute for fries? Sweet potato fries or onion rings.

Have you ever been in a building that was on fire? Fortunately not.

Are you in an argument with anyone right now? Nope.

What do you wish they would change or bring back on FB? Keep the senior citizens out. They can have the most ridiculous takes on shit, and are also the most likely to fall for and propagate false information.

Would you change your partner’s hair color if you could? I don’t have a partner.

Do you like “are we alike” surveys? They’re fine, but to keep them from feeling boring (aka just bolding) what I like to do is to expound on things that are true for me, and to some extent things that don’t apply to me. Same way a typical Q&A survey works.

Have you ever written a poem for someone? I haven’t, but I’ve had poems written for me.

What is a place you’ve vacationed at and would like to go back to? Jeju, South Korea. I have a better handle of the culture and language now, so I’d like to return.

Do you eat samples at the grocery store? I rarely take up the offer, even if it’s food I would normally like. Something about taking food from a stranger just screams unsanitary to me lol.

Have you been best friends with someone of a different race? Yes, Carley’s Caucasian. I’ve tried keeping up our friendship for a few years, but she kept going off the radar at the most random moments without any heads-up, that I grew frustrated at some point and have just stopped following her back.

Who’s the last person who cussed you out in anger? Probably my ex during one of our big fights. People don’t typically do this to me.

Have you friended your parents on FB? Yep, I’m friends with both of them there.

What do you absolutely have to have to make your birthday feel special? My friends.

What’s the last tourist area you visited? Hm. Does BGC count as a tourist area? If it does, then that lol.

Where do you go out to eat for a special occasion? I always try to make it different every time; I don’t really have a go-to place.

When was the last time you went to a post office? I’ve never been to a post office.

Is there an item you are saving up to buy right now? Tickets for Yoongi, if we happen to do get a chance to snag them.

Are you psychic in any way? Nope. No one is.

Do you prefer a laptop or desk top? Which are you on now? Laptop. Haven’t used a desktop since high school.

You find $20, spend it before midnight or it disappears, how do you spend it? Get the version of Jack In the Box that I’m still missing, ha.

Do you like wallpaper? No.

Mice or roaches? Mice I guess even though I can be freaked out by both. I definitely fucking hate cockroaches.

Did you give or get any Valentines this year? Neither.

Have you ever been in a submarine? I haven’t.

What is the last lie someone told you, or you suspect they told you? Probably my associate telling me ‘yes’ when I asked if she’s done this and that thing.

Have you ever received a gift and truly did not know what it was? Yeah. This Christmas I got these reusable Disney-themed ice blocks from a co-worker; I initially thought they were ice molds but I quickly realized the things themselves serve as ‘ice’ since they had water inside. Definitely found it kind of gross at first (who knows where that water came from???), but so far I haven’t been poisoned LMAO so I guess we’re still good.

What’s your homepage? I took out the Momentum extension forever ago so now it’s just the default Chrome page.

What was the last birthday gift you gave? I got Bea cookies for her birthday.

Do you have dessert after breakfast? I don’t even have breakfast.

Is there anyone whose grave you visit? My maternal grandfather.

Would you rather drive during the day or night? Love driving at night.

Is there a thing you enjoy doing, but quit because you are not good at it? Embroidery.

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