#guys high school memories are so evil sometimes.

[thedevotionaltour]

i can say what i want about how other people and couples acted in high school but i had a boy sitting in my lap in physics AND english class before the bell so really i was actually no better than others. i was also insufferable i just wasn't dating him.

[ghosttrolls]

Watching Danny phantom is like. You have a boy in high school who suddenly has the power to protect his town from the otherworldly evils that are slowly creeping into the normal world, and though the town he lives in does not initially believe these evils exist at first, they slowly come to admit that it's true: the town has been under attack, but this one kid has been defending the entire place this whole time for them. He keeps this responsibility a secret from his parents, and the town does not know who he really is, because he fears how they would react, and he fears for their safety. So he chooses two people to tell, and they work together as a team to bring down bad guy after bad guy.

And then watching Trollhunters is like. There's a high school boy who suddenly gains powers to protect his small hometown from the otherworldly evils that slowly encroach into the public eye, and though at first the population doesn't believe these evils are real, they slowly realize that the town has been in danger for a while, and this one teenage boy has been protecting them this whole time. He keeps this responsibility secret from his mom and everyone else in his life for as long as he can, out of fear of what they'll say, and of putting them in danger. He chooses two friends to tell his secret to, though, and together they are able to save their town over and over.

Watching Danny Phantom is like, hey there's this old guy that is trying to insert himself into Danny's life as a guidance figure. This dude has a crush on Danny's mom hardcore, which is a bit awkward - WAIT A SECOND? He's also EVIL?? This older man who sometimes appears as a mentor and sometimes as a rival is the only adult person who knows Danny's secret, who he truly is. And they fight over that fact constantly.

Watching Trollhunters is like, there's an older man in Jim's life who's trying to offer him guidance, which is cool. He asks Jim if his mom is single, and that's awkward - WAIT HES AN EVIL BAD GUY??? Suddenly this guy appears in Jim's life not only as a mentor but often as a rival instead, and is the only adult who knows Jim's secret. They fight about that secret constantly.

Watching Danny Phantom is like, hey this episode results in his parents finding out his secret about his powers. At first they're shocked and scared for his safety, but they warm up to the idea pretty fast. We love you anyway, they say. We're here for you, we're so sorry you were so scared to tell us. But there's a larger problem, one that will end up wiping their memories. Promise us, they say, promise us you'll tell us again after the memory wipe. We will support you forever and always. Their memories get wiped. Danny does not tell them his secret again. They have to find it out for themselves in the last episode of the show.

Watching Trollhunters is like, in this episode Jim's mom finds out about his powers. At first she's shocked and scared, because she witnesses first-hand the danger he's been putting himself in, but eventually she relaxes that fear as she realizes he's good at his job. You've always been my hero, she says. But there's a bigger problem, and to fix it her memory will get wiped. Promise me, she says, promise me that after my memory is gone, you'll remind me. The burden is too big to carry on your own. I don't want you to lie anymore. Her memory is wiped, and Jim does not tell her. She has to recover her lost memories on her own.

Watching Danny phantom is like. Something made him this way. The burden feels heavy. He tries to undo it, he tries to live a life without it. He takes his powers away and walks around town like a normal kid. But everywhere he goes, he sees people who need help, and feels this tug. He realizes he couldn't just stop helping people, so he goes and gets his powers back. He made himself into a hero this time.

Watching Trollhunters is like. Someone made him this way. He starts regretting all the danger he's put his friends and family in, and all the mistakes he's made, so he wishes he never had powers. That wish is granted. But after living his life as a normal teenager for a while, he realizes the town can't win against the evil without him. He needs to step up and be the hero. And so he picks his sword back up again.

Watching Danny Phantom is like, why do they have an episode where they have to take care of flour sacks as if they're babies?? I don't remember that being required in high school.

Watching Trollhunters is like, oh great, TWO MORE episodes where they have to take care of flour sack babies. Where does this situation in high school cartoons come from anyway??

[baewriites]

Eyes don't lie [ Nanami x Fem! reader]

Nanami was the type of guy who takes "see every women as your sister" too seriously. So this world of romance was too new to him. He couldn't even understand his own heart. Why did it suddenly start beating faster when he saw you, doing the most mundane activities. His grumpy ass knew you since high school as you were his classmate and frankly the duo of Haibara and You were enough to earn glares from him and he could swear that he didn't have any sort of emotions towards you. But ever since he returned to Jujutsu High, you have been making him feel like a teenage girl in love. The old young immature hyper girl has turned to a more gentler mature woman, Haibara's death changing you two drastically.

You were making coffee, in the empty cafeteria, unknown to the green eyes that were following your figure. The machine's sound disappeared into the background as you zoned out. But as it was about to overflow, you felt a hand turn it off and it was Nanami's. Your eyes widened and you slightly bowed muttering thank yous. The reason the structured Y/n was so messy today was because your old friend, Haibara visited you in your dreams.

You sit down on the sofa and drink your coffee when Nanami sits down next to you, a little closer given all the space left on the sofa. You decide to initiate a conversation but as you looked at his face, you felt something magnetic. His eyes.... It wasn't the usual expression he carried on his face. His small eyes looked relaxed as it stared into yours, a small smile on his lips, the difference between his and your face just a few inches. The silence seemed non existent as everything was told in those eyes. His eyes communicated everything his lips couldn't. Of course that moment had to be ruined by Gojo who cooed teasing you two sitting in front of you, earning two strong glares from the opposite couch.

You were sitting at the couch of Nanami's minimalistic house as he mumbled scoldings as you were injured after a mission that you two were assigned together. All you could make out was ;

"Why are you so careless? Don't you think about the risks you're taking? You always put yourself in danger without thinking! Don't you realize how much you worry me? Why can't you act like a responsible adult? You're like a child, always needing me to rescue you! How can I trust you to protect yourself if you can't even avoid such situations!"

He scolded you while treating the injuries of your torso but as he looked up to see your face, he saw a small pout which melted the man. The world froze for a second as his eyes and your eyes met. The same attraction, a lil heavy breathing which was then again broken by the annoying Gojo Satoru, this time unknowingly as he called you on your phone. Nanami cleared his throat and went to his kitchen to prepare a herbal drink for me as you talked to a concerned Gojo.

You two never thought you two would become so close that you were drinking at his rooftop, stargazing as he sat next to you, the sides of your faces close. Drunken you decides to bring up, "You know I miss Haibara sometimes."

All you hear is a long sigh followed by, " He was the reason I left Jujutsu"

"And why did you return back?"

"I don't know. A sorcerer was meant to protect others. Work was shit too so maybe save others life you know."

"I see. Everything really went downhill after Haibara left us."

"Hmm Geto turned evil, everyone changed a lot, even you.."

"Me? I changed?"

"You don't smile that much anymore. You are more quiet and gentle now compared to the old rowdy y/n I used to know."

"I see. But you know I see Haibara in Itadori"

He lets out a chuckle, "They both have that innocent glint in their eyes, so jolly in this dull world"

A small smile appeared on your lips as the wind blowed, "I think Haibara would like us to remember him as a pleasant memory rather than the way we do him now. Only if he was with us right now."

He suddenly stood up and went to the edge, you sat there, confused to what he was doing. You were about to speak up but suddenly he turned around, his face highlighted from the moon's light making your heart skip a beat. You hear : "Itadori's birthday is coming, wanna arrange a surprise party for him?"

March 20, around 4:56, both of you decorating your apartment for the surprise party for Itadori. You were on the ladder, putting the ornaments, unaware to the slightly moving ladder, putting your life at risk if it moved again. And that was it, you lost control and was about to fall but you felt two strong arms hold you. Your heartbeat was rapid, blood flowing to the cheeks as he let you down. To diffuse the situation, you ask him, "The cake Nanami?" "Gojo will bring it." "Oh okay." You mentally slap yourself before asking him another question. His back was facing you as he worked. You take a deep breath before asking him, "So you got a girl?...." He stopped in his tracks and your heart stopped as soon as he turned. He lowered himself to your face and said, "Are you dumb? Just look at my eyes and you will know." Then he again returned to decorating like nothing happened.

The party happened, everyone was happy and it was so joyous, looking at Itadori made you a bit emotional.

Everyone left, only Nanami remaining back to help you. The entire process was silent and before exiting your apartment, he gave you a small smile without saying anything. He approached his car in the parking lot and was about to open it when he heard "NANAMIII" from his back. He turned around and saw a panting you. You then walked towards him without saying anything and just listened to your heart, you kissed him. Your hands on his cheek, cupping his red cheeks. His eyes widened and he didn't kiss back for a good second out of shock but later his hands wrapped around your waist as he kissed you back. After parting, your foreheads connected as he said the words first, "I love you, I really love you." You hug him and bury your face in his neck. All he could hear was a mumbled i love you too. His laugh echoed through the parking lot.

pt2

[packsvlog]

matchmake me bestie 😭

-I work with behavioral needs children, mainly in schools, dealing with tantrums from pre-school to grade school, from small tantrums to full blown, classroom destroying meltdowns (I love it)

-I love horror movies, animals, naps, audiobooks, and video games

-I am confident and I do *not* accept nonsense when people come at me or mine

-I have #anxiety

-I like to cook, I’m okay at it

-uh, idk what else to say. I am a person who is trying to survive in this world that is constantly trying to make it harder to survive 😭

hii bestie!! i was so anxious to make yours, and you are so cool, mwahh! also, you reminded me so much of my reader from “when i kissed the teacher” so i got inspired by it. 🤍 ps: sorry for only one pairing, i’ll be doing this from time to time unless i get confused on pairings — i have other works to post and the matchmakings are for fun, hope u guys understand.

✶ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: nanami kento

One can only take much before crumbling down. You left the Jujutsu world behind, locking away your cursed technique, devotion the attention you gave to curses and evil leaders to something more bright and better — Nanami Kento envied you, but he was also the one who was proud the most.

The male thought of you with high regards, good memories of an old life, sighing contempt coming back from a difficult mission, thanking the universe that you weren’t there. In this world of lives in danger and deep wounds, your presence was being required in a school, with crying babies and ripped shirts from tiny fists.

He missed you, could never not miss you, your lack of presence was sensed by every creature in the world — your CT was the ability to manipulate emotions, but it could affect you as well. Sometimes, you would go numb for days, and the high ups would dig themselves into you to achieve terrible missions anyone would deny. Nanami was the one to put his fist down, to get you away during those moments.

It was also his care and warm presence that brought your true self back.

You missed him as well, like sunflowers without the sun to kiss their faces, you missed his constant warm. It was a normal situation to find yourself with his number on dial, but never pressing the buttons, not knowing that on Tokyo, hours away from you, his actions were the same. Like a tangled red thread, you move and he moves the same way.

One day, one folds. You call him, happiness increasing in your aura when he says “Hello, angel.” with that sweet voice, you know he is smiling as large as you.

It’s months of cellphone calls, everyday updating each other of your lives. You tell him of your lovely and difficult students, who remind you a lot of Gojo. He tells you of the new students you haven’t met yet, nor do you ever will, both of you think.

Your voices is what keeps the other happy for the day, the last thing before falling to sleep.

One day, Nanami calls you before the designed time, before a mission, in Shibuya. He tells you he feels weird, maybe scared, but he refuses for you to come, even when you beg. Kento says he will call later, and that he loves you.

It feels like a goodbye, but the granted love of the universe falls for the two of you — he survives, and he does not want this life anymore. So with a quick goodbye to those he cares the most, Nanami moves to your city, in a coastal area, little house by the sea. Going to sleep with his arms around you and waves crashing in the distance, life finally becomes peaceful.

Nanami opens a little bakery, he often stops by your classes to drop some of his most tasteful breads and grant them to your students as well, they all love him very much. The two of you adopt a canine and feline companion, naming them after your friends from high school. They always cuddle at your feet on your large couch, while the two of you are watching movies, specially scary movies. Nanami loves to have you flinched from a jumpscare and crawling into lis lap.

Life with Nanami is very much simple, there is no need to control emotions or repress them, when you are daily showered with devotion and love and can reciprocate without feeling the dread that comes next. The world is not so hard to survive anymore, and when the anxiety can get too much, and thoughts spiral shaping into hurricanes, his arms can carry you back home, to the safety of his heart.

──── ✎ ° ⋆ FUN FACTS.

◛ ₊· Nanami does not disagree that you are a good cooker, but he much rather be the one making your meals, as a way of showing love and letting you rest.

◛ ₊· He loves to listen to audiobooks with you as well, while you both are on a road trip to the mountains or other beaches, you listen to it together. But, if asked, he would much rather hear your voice reading to him.

◛ ₊· Nanami loves how good and caring you are with the children, your patience as well. Anytime he catches you with your students or hears you’re talking about them, he doesn’t contain his smile. Secretly, he can’t wait to have some of your own.

[nariyuwu]

let me in ! 𖦹 — lee heeseung smau

[ ipad kids ] — yn's friend group

▹ Kim Yn — noq1yn, notyn

⊹ recently got into a life threatening car accident that made her lost parts of her memories, kind of crazy.. just got into high school but hates it already, she says its tiring, LOVES newjeans, her parents thinks after she woke up from her coma she lost more of her sanity.

▹ Lee Hyun-Joo — leehyunjoo

⊹ yns bestfriend since ages, lee heeseung's younger sister, was gonna kill yn when she woke up from her coma bcus why is she so careless it worried Joo to death!!! self proclaimed as ipad kids' therapist

▹ Yoon Jeonghan — yo_on

⊹ basically the mom of the group, the only boy for some reason?? evil but vv nice and caring, listens to their problems, sometimes hes a bully but its okay bcus pretty privileges, was very worried when yn got into a coma and paid her a visit everyday, yns non biological brother basically

▹ Huh Yunjin — yuwunjin

⊹ kind of concerning username 😧 eunchae's 4 lyfers, says dont pick favourites but let only eunchae calls her yunji, will get mad if u call her yunji!! very slay yasss, brings yn flowers for the past 4 months she was in a coma, cried when she woke up.

▹ Hong Eunchae — eun_chaechae

⊹ LOVE LOVE LOVE YN, ADORES YN, yn is basically her aesthetic, super adorable, is like yns non biological sister, cried so much and was so sad the whole 4 months yn was in a coma 💔 was super happy and cried AGAIN after yn woke up.

▹ Jang Wonyoung — wonbunni

⊹ the super model friend 😍 super pretty and super sweet and super nice and super cute, was glad yn woke up from her coma, the most sane out of the 6 people, yns sugar mommy basically.

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notes! : ouuu double update yass anyways, uhmmm i hope you'll like this smau and support it, i am still suffering from heeseung brainrot ☹️💔, im not very funny so.. i just hope you guys will like it in the long run, also a headsup i dont have an exact time to post but ill try to uhm do my best for u guys 😁😁

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[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

VxK Week Day 3: Stone

@senshixshitennouweeks I'm happy to say I think this is the VxK Week entry I'm most proud of

Mall Culture was a tricky business. Before the great thaw, online shopping and monopolization had majorly cut into what had formerly been major hang out spots for young people looking to connect with other people and burn through some extra spending money.

But, due to some handy laws passed by Neo-Queen Serenity (who herself had some fond memories of outlet shopping and food courts), the Crystal Tokyo Mall boasted an extensive array of businesses, catering to numerous tastes, including reasonably priced jewelry. There were even rumors that the stores were sometimes frequented by disguised members of the royal family. Although these were only rumors. Especially since the King of Crystal Tokyo would never be caught in a pea green hoodie with one of his trusted guard looking over rings in a quaint jewelry store.

"What about this one?"

"Too small."

"And this?"

"It wouldn't match the ring."

"And this?"

"That looks just like the one you gave Usagi."

Mamoru huffed and turned to glare at Karim, though he felt his intent might be undercut by the fact that he wore his daughter on a baby harness strapped to his chest.

“We’ve been here for five hours, Karim,” he said, “I didn’t take this long picking out my engagement ring!”

“I’m sorry,” Karim said, turning back to peruse the display case, “but it has to be perfect.”

“This again?”

The two were joined by Karim’s sister, Basma, who pushed a bolt of fabric in a shopping cart in front of her.

“How was the shopping?” Mamoru asked.

“Pretty good,” Basma replied, holding up the fabric (somewhat awkwardly due to its size and weight).

“Tangerine silk. Perfect for Minako. Setsuna is still looking for some gold ribbons, but we should have the bridesmaid dresses done by next week.”

“Not a moment too soon,” Mamoru said, sighing in relief. This had been much more stressful than being a high school superhero.

The idea had been Usagi’s. To surprise the ultimate matchmaker and romantic, Sailor Venus, with a ready-made wedding the moment her beau, the ever steadfast and stoic Kunzite (though he went by Karim in his civilian persona), proposed to her. While he had his reservations, Mamoru could admit that so far things had gone smoothly. Makoto on catering, Zoisite and Michiru had already composed an original waltz for the reception (a wonder, considering their different styles of composition and tastes), Rei and Usagi were working to keep Minako distracted and Ami was coordinating the whole thing, while Jadeite was vetting the guest list.

But between the extreme personalities of some of the individuals involved and the inability to ask Minako what exactly she would like for her own wedding, people were getting testy. He’d already had to break up a bridezilla moment between Nephrite and Haruka over the bride and groom’s wedding carriage. And then there was getting everyone’s families together for the date.

Whoever said it was good to be the king must have just been a comedian.

Speaking of comedy…

“By the way, what do you mean again?” Mamoru asked, raising an eyebrow.

Basma snickered into her fist while Karim groaned.

“You should have seen this guy when he first started as Minako’s photographer,” she said, before lowering her voice to imitate her brother, “nothing’s good enough for her! No digital touch up! I used to be evil!”

“I do not sound like that,” Karim said, folding his arms across his chest.

“Dat!” Chibiusa cried, and she seemed to point towards Karim.

Karim heaved a sigh and turned returned to gem hunting.

“Maybe you should pick a gem that reminds you of her,” Basma said. She joined her brother in looking over the display case before pointing at a gem that held dozens of flecks of colors.

“Like that one!” she said.

Karim shook his head.

“Those are bad luck.”

“Since when are you superstitious?”

Karim turned to look at his prince and his sister.

“I already failed once with Minako, I don’t want to ruin it again. Not with this.”

“I understand the sentiment,” Mamoru said, allowing Chibiusa to grip his finger, “but you might be overthinking this. Minako loves you. In fact, she loves everyone with her whole heart. And I think that she would love—”

“There!”

Karim’s finger pressed against the display case. There, in the center of the case, rested an orange sapphire cut into the shape of a heart. Around it the gem, tiny diamonds winked in the lights of the case.

“That’s the one! That’s for her!”

The tension that had been building in Mamoru’s shoulders loosened and he waved over the clerk.

“We’ll take that one,” he said, “money is no object.

“Best week ever!”

Minako fell backwards onto her bed with three shopping bags on either arm, and laughed, a sound that warmed Karim’s heart.

“Have a fun day?” he asked from his place at his desk.

“Did I? We went to the film festival they were hosting in Shibuya, and then…”

For maybe five minutes, Karim just watched as Minako droned on and on about her past few days, about concerts and movies and how much fun she was having this week. How bright she could be, how much energy she could fit into a room.

If he was going to ask her to share the rest of her life with him, Karim thought, now was the best time.

“Minako,” he said, rising, “I think there’s something we need to talk about…”

Minako held up a finger, signaling him to stop.

“Just a second,” she said.

Minako reached into one of the bags and dug through it’s contents, swearing at least once before she retrieved what she seemed to be looking for.

A small, square box lined with felt.

Karim’s eyes widened.

Could it be.

“Look, I know it’s not a leap year. But we’ve been living together for like… well, I can’t remember how long. But you’re probably one of the best things that ever happened to me and I know how much of a wondering eye I had when I was in middle school, but… you know what, just screw it!”

Minako opened the box and held it out to Karim. Nestled inside was a ring. Simple and elegant, made of white gold and bearing a pale pink gem.

Kunzite.

“Will you marry me?”

The warmth in Karim’s chest spread up to his face, manifesting in a smile. Reaching into his pocket, he removed his own box, shaped like a heart and held it out to Minako.

“Will this do as an answer?” he asked.

[rubykgrant]

Man, I wish I had dreams like that, all detailed and memorable. Though for.... different stuff (listen Am Gay want Hot Girl Dreams)

May you have pleasant dreams some day...

But I have a LOT of dreams that seem totally "normal" where I'm just in my room or the livingroom, watching TV, and I'll see a movie or a show... then I wake up, sometimes thinking it was a real memory of an actual thing I watched. Then I have to remember- no, wait. I DREAMED that.

One time in high school I dreamed about reading a Stephen King book, about a small town somewhere in Nevada that had a "cursed" garden that tried to grow back every year (like an evil version of the Garden of Eden), and it always began with a little sprout pushing up through a crack in the ground. It eventually grows into a pumpkin plant, that looks normal at first, but once it reaches it's full size, it turns from orange, to dark red, to black. Because it is "ripe" by the end of October, it has become like a weird Halloween tradition to wait for the pumpkin to die. Once it is November 1st, they set fire to it. On Halloween night, drunk guys and teenagers dare each other to go cut the stem to see what will happen if they pick the pumpkin. Nobody ever does, until some kids staying at a foster home come to the town, and one of them goes through with the dare, not realizing how serious it is. Horror ensues. I fully woke up thinking I had read a whole Stephen King book which I bout at Boarders (that's how long ago this was). Then I had to slowly figure out- NO. THAT WAS A DREAM

I had another dream where I saw a commercial for a new show, that started off seeming like it was an animated adult series, very emotional and heart-felt, about a guy who has only recently come out as gay, and he's missed out on so much in his life (besides not being out, he was always focused on school and getting a job. he barely has any friends and hasn't done anything especially fun). A lot of people he knows are getting married/in long-term relationships, which he wishes he had... but he's never even dated ANYBODY. Then he tries to go outside of his comfort-zone, visiting a karaoke place for a "singles mingle" night, and he sees SUCH an interesting guy performing; he's vibrant, confidant, full of passion for life... not bad looking either. The main character dude is instantly smitten. The audience is then given the reveal that this hunky heartthrob is, in fact- JOHNNY BRAVO. This dream was about a sequel series to Johnny freaking Bravo, where this new guy gets a helpless crush on him. Johnny has matured slightly, and has spent 10 years chugging Respect Women Juice, so he's less of a flirt but still a ham for attention. The new guy comes along for all the wacky adventures, like Johnny will be his party-bucket-list. Johnny is like "Yay, I made a new friend~". The implication being Johnny learns he's bisexual. I woke up thinking this was a REAL commercial I watched the night before, sat down on my computer to look up "When does the new Johny Bravo show air" then I stopped. Because I remembered. THIS WAS A DREAM

ANYWAY, I'll stop rambling now. My brain does this a lot

[ultravioart]

fan theories, crew member teases and common aus aside, how to you suppose peepers and hater met? ive heard that it was supposed to be huge in terms of their backstory

In canon? iirc they met as teenagers in high scool. I personally like to image they met in first year of college on the cusp of adulthood.

It would allow for more independence/freedom as college students than if they were highschoolers, and would explain how they were able to live in a van on an endless road trip. Then again, WoY is very old school in some respects, so maybe they really did run away together as teens. But, I like to think it was college, or at least Peepers was already in college. Maybe Peepers being so smart, he had dual enrollment in high school? idk

Since it was supposed to be a huge lore drop for backstory, I imagine Hater met Peepers on the watchdog home planet, since that's one way of explaining Peepers' backstory pretty easily. If not on the watchdog home world, it would be at some space academy or something lol.

Either way, I like to think Peepers saw Hater for the ultimate powerhouse he was, day one. Lord Hater fit perfectly into Peepers' galactic conquest plans as the ideal front man. And... Hater didn't make fun of him like others did. In fact, they bullied people... together (insert heart emojis). Peeps was absolutely floored by Hater at first sight, of course, but Peepers wasn't completely gone for Hater just yet. It would take a few years of evil villain routine and getting to know Hater more for Peepers to REALLY fall for him. Being his biggest fan was one thing, but romance was out of the question entirely: he had an evil job to do! And Hater was such a pain sometimes... immature... stubborn... gross... cruel... strong... big... intimidating... powerful... handsome.... Over the years, Peepers eventually realizes that his tool to success was more than an amazing tool... realizing Hater was his everything and that he truly loved the big lug terrified Peepers inside, but he was in too deep to turn back now! <3 gg Love wins in the end, evil be damned lol

On the other hand, I think when the two first met, young Hater was drifting around from planet to planet until he stumbled to that school. Maybe it was just the usual road tripping stop, or maybe Hater was taken in by nice locals and placed in school. We know his backstory suggested he was quite academically skilled, so I imagine school might have had a homey feeling for Hater. Something about academia felt right within his vague memories of his past astronaut life. If it was a college, that would make sense, libraries were probably a great way for Hater to stay warm on chilly nights, too. If it was a high school, I can imagine Hater being the 'cool kid' / 'bad boy' 17 year old playing guitar on the roof of his van and roasting students that walk by in the parking lot lmao. Probably hung around the school grounds because he didn't have a proper place to stay.

From how Peepers talked about the van, it seems like Hater had it before meeting Peepers? I think if Peepers ever asked about where Hater lived/family, Hater would have said he ran away from home. Peepers might have even been inspired to run away with Hater because of that lie. The idea of escaping and starting anew was very promising for Peepers. As previously stated in other posts, Peepers was probably the first person to ever see Hater for how great he truly was, and that will always make Peepers special to Hater. Best buds for life! But don't tell Peepers that, Peepers WILL cry in public. Also, cute eye-guy is cute, extremely loyal, and a great hype man for a sick rock band filled with watchdog army groupies. lol. I can imagine Peepers probably nudged Hater from a bully rockstar route to ultimate evildoer route as a 'better' way to 'be popular' across the galaxy. I honestly think Hater had a lot of rage, but idk if Hater was "blow up a moon, evil cackle, and terrorize millions as they chant your name" rage level like Peepers was. But Peepers can really sell a pitch, and the rest was history.

That, and a few months later a 'totally not a couple' marriage license they got in Vas Legas so they could get an initial loan for the skull ship. Partners in crime AND taxes! Hater has no recollection of this.

I'd also like to imagine, even with Hater having some blurry memories of his previous 'planet of the apes/astro-ape' life, his memories would come back over time. Hater knows a lot, hides a lot, and he is incredibly smart and highly educated. And yet, he lets Peepers be 'the smart guy', because either Hater is too embarrassed to be "a smart nerd" or Hater just wanted to give Peepers something to feel superior about (which is a nice thing to do, but Hater is NOT NICE. HE IS MEAN! BAD!!!! A VILLAIN!!! ...right?). And then Hater roasts Peepers for being a beep boop bop lame nerd bc Hater can't express his feelings correctly lol.

Fr Peepers' reaction to Hater knowing space physics junk will never not be funny to me. I imagine back in the day that realization would have been a mid-life crisis of "oh grob he's SMARTER THAN ME?? SINCE WHEN? WILL I BE REPLACED? HAS HE BEEN PATRONIZING ME THIS WHOLE TIME BECAUSE I AM THAT PATHETIC TO HIM???" but now bc Peepers is so smitten and full of love for Hater it's a full blast of "oh my grob he's actually applying himself for once, I'm so proud, he's the greatest thing to ever exist, I'm so proud!!!!!!! I love him so much, sobbing crying tears!!!!!" LMAO. tfw ur inferiority/superiority complex gets stomped out by your undying love for your sir.

[galactic-pirates]

@ussjellyfish and @purlturtle 🤗🤗 two tags, I feel so wanted. Thank you guys!! ❤️

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

82. More than half are Once Upon a Time as that was the fandom I started writing with my AO3.

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

942,705 which is annoying. I have quit fanfic for the time being and not having made the million is disappointing. I mean I have written more than a million I am sure as I never cross posted anything from my fanfic.net account and I have some on my HD I never posted.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

None at the moment. I still have much affection for Sanctuary, Warehouse 13, The Librarians and Star Trek. There were a number of ideas on my list that I never got round to writing. I feel nostalgia for it but with my spoons (or lack thereof lately) I have to choose. I can’t write original and fanfic, and for now I am wanting to write original.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Fall All Over Again (Once Upon a Time) - 181

Before the first Dark Curse the Evil Queen had a paranoid moment, which meant in cursed Storybrooke, Gold and Lacey were married. Therefore when Belle falls over the town line - Lacey returns. Everyone is shouting at her, and everything is wrong, so Lacey does something she never did once in 28 years of marriage, she turns to Gold for protection. In turn Rumplestiltskin does something that Gold never did in 28 years of marriage - he tells Lacey that he loves her. Belle loved him, so can Lacey fall for him all over again or will the curse mask true love forever?

and the Brighter side of Life (The Librarians) - 150

When Eve takes Flynn home, to meet her parents, she realises with dawning horror that he’s the first serious boyfriend they’ve ever met. The secrets of the library mean her parents know so little about her life, and her new status as an immortal threatens to create a gulf between them. But for now she still has her parents, and it seems if her mom has anything to say about it, the entire annex has gained her parents too.

Painting Layers of Love (Once Upon a Time) - 137 [Abandoned/Incomplete]

Belle French lives alone and she likes it that way. She’s lived alone ever since the terrible car accident which killed her mother and claimed her eyesight. Belle spends her days painting, in complete solitude, until one day she wakes up and hears movement outside. Somebody has moved into the cottage next door. She had grown comfortable in her solitary existence until Mr Gold crashes into her life. Now her future is uncertain, like a blank canvas, waiting for her to apply the paint and decide what kind of story she is creating.

All I Needed (Once Upon a Time) - 129

When Emma told her high school sweetheart Neal, that she was pregnant a month before graduation, she didn’t know what to expect. The last thing she expected to find was a family, and a place to call home.

Transposing Digits (Once Upon a Time) - 122

The phone in the library had always been silent, until one day it started ringing. Belle French answers it and discovers that life really can turn on a dime - or in this case a wrong number.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes mostly. AO3 has stopped emailing me even though my profile says I should get them (I have checked and they aren’t in spam) and if I delay too long I feel awkward about replying. Also sometimes I don’t if I am unsure what to say. But mostly yes I do reply because every comment I receive is treasured, and I want them to know I am grateful.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don’t really do angst - I am Team Happy Ending all the way. My first thought was “The Beauty and the Tragedy” (Once Upon a Time) because the original ending was totally angsty. But I felt bad as even though it was poetic it was sad, so I added an alternate ending happy ending the very day I posted. So I think probably “Ghost of a Memory” (Timeless) as that was just pure pain. Both of these were character death, so not like me.

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

Oh man I have quite a few pure fluff. The most sickly sweet zero angst, zero anything but sugar though is probably the amusing (for the question) titled “Happy Ending” (Sanctuary). My OT3 got married.

8. Do you get hate on fic?

Fortunately I don’t think I have. I don’t think I am popular enough to have attracted it. I did once get two commenters arguing with each other which didn’t feel good.

9. Do you write smut?

Not anymore really. I did for a time. It was a very big thing in the Rumbelle fandom and I wanted to fit in. I don’t regret it as it was a good writing exercise, and it allowed me to explore a wider range of ideas. However, once I started to drift from the fandom I lost the urge to write it. I wrote mild smut (more feelings) in my Time Will Tell (Sanctuary) fic as it was an important part of the character development/plot. I think if I ever write it again it will be along those lines.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Yes. I have written a couple. They are always the most fun. It’s great to put certain characters together like I loved having Nikola Tesla (Sanctuary) and Claudia (Warehouse 13) meet. I regret that in that crossover I didn’t manage to get HG and Helen ‘on screen’ together. The name clash aside, they are two fascinating women who have a lot in common. I did have on my ideas list more of a Warehouse 12/Sanctuary crossover (with time travelling Myka) but I never got round to writing it. My problem is my fics are so long and writing basically novels is time consuming. Anyway one of the easiest ways to crossover is I have something of a hobby of basically taking the Ancients (Stargate precursors) and seeing how many universes I can crossover with them as a backdrop. Such fun.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not of which I am aware.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Don’t believe so.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

You may laugh as this but I am 99% sure the answer is no, and yet I have some weird paranoia that says maybe? It’s like I think I have forgotten something. Yet I am sure the answer is no. Stupid brain.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

When I’m obsessed I am really obsessed. Like I go all in super hard. But like a flame the hotter I burn, the shorter it tends to live. Afterwards it’s not that I don’t like it anymore, it’s just that it’s not an all consuming thing, and then I find something else to go crazy about.

But that being said if I have to pick one then I will probably say Bering and Wells (Warehouse 13) as it seems to have the most sticking power thus far. I do wonder if that’s because I fell into it when I wasn’t writing, so my obsession (like a fire) was banked and therefore has lingered long term. I still like to take part in the gift exchange every year. And next year if I have the spoons I would like to put together a Bingo for the fandom. With having given up fanfic I’m not really active in any other fandom at the moment. I would like to do some more fanart but aforementioned spoon shortage - it’s a problem.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

Beyond the Lake. It was a Rashoman Job inspired Librarians fic, crazy complicated which is why it didn’t get done but the concept compels me. I can call this a WIP as I did write a couple of chapters. There was also my Noir Warehouse 13, I had I don’t know 10 pages or so starting on that? But alas never to see the light of day.

16. What are your writing strengths?

95% or so of the time I finish what I start. I have a couple of abandoned fics on AO3 (guilt, guilt) and yeah there’s a few on my HD. But I have written several long novel length fics, and they did get done. So I think I have reasonable discipline.

I’m also never short of ideas. I can come up with something for any prompt if required (probably), and I do like my ideas. I mean I suppose I would (they are mine) but yeah I think the ideas are good. I sometimes doubt my ability to realise them but the ideas themselves, solid.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Many.

I used to think my biggest issue was description but while that does need serious work, I have a far bigger problem - my characters think too much. They don’t talk to one another. When they have a problem they think about it, no conversation. It makes it very static and not much action or banter.

Truthfully I think it’s because I personally think about everything far too much. I don’t talk to people with speaking (I type on discord a lot) but actual conversations? Barely ever. Mum checks in on FaceTime with me almost every day but if it wasn’t for that I would go literal weeks without talking to a soul probably. So anything that happens I am hardwired to think about it - not talk about it - ergo I have absolutely no idea how to craft conversations. What do people talk about?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

You know it’s funny I have been contemplating this in my serial recently This particular case is set in France and so a lot of people should be speaking French. In the end I decided not to worry about it for the first draft. I think in revision I will sprinkle in some flavour words (like please, thank you etc.) and then keep the dialogue in English but try and make it sound like a plausible speech pattern for them. Maybe say it’s in French but if my character speaks French, then they understand so it’s written in English. I don’t know. It’s like when I try and write Sanctuary with The Five from the 19th century, they sound very different from someone like Claudia who is all pop culture references. I want it to feel accurate but also the reader needs to understand and in novels having a variant of subtitles might be annoying.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

This says wrote for, not published. I am relatively sure I wrote some self-insert Famous Five adventures when I was about six (long before I knew fanfic existed). I definitely messed around with some Diagnosis Murder when I was 9 (again before I knew fanfic existed). Obviously, when I was 11, The Royal/Heartbeat was the first actual fandom, with the posting and everything. I explained how that came to be before.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Ooof. I think… I really liked and the Sins of Atlantis the Librarians/Sanctuary crossover. It was entirely self-indulgent and a lot of fun. I also had fun with the Odyssey: Future’s Legacy (Warehouse 13/Sanctuary) crossover. The Star Wars fusion Across the Stars I did for Once Upon a Time was also cool. Sometimes I have these ideas and they just work for me, they like click something in my brain and unroll and mesh together, and just yes. The Beauty and the Tragedy doesn’t even read to me like I wrote it, there’s a clever poetic twist that is so unlike me. I have a soft spot for quite a few fics. It’s not that I think I wrote them well (I didn’t) but the ideas sing to me. I am my own audience in this respect.

But I think ultimately my answer has to be Between Two Fires, a Once Upon a Time fic. Set on a made-up sci-fi world. I could picture it clearly and it riffs off the Jack and Irina relationship in Alias. It was quite a short fic but there is so so much more of it in my mind. Truthfully one day that will probably get expanded and changed to be an original novel trilogy. I have notes. That fic just stuck with me, there is something there to be developed.

Tagging: @tinknevertalks, @ladyelysandra, @enterprise-come-in, @sarcasticsciencefictionwriter, @urban-trek-thru-middle-earth

The questions!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

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

8. Do you get hate on fic?

9. Do you write smut?

10. Do you write crossovers?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

[ornii]

“It’s a Bad Habit”

Platonic Steve “The Hair” Harrington X Gn Reader.

Summary: Steve has a habit of being kind of an idiot, a lovable one of course but an idiot nonetheless.Regardless, when something scares Steve, he immediately jumps to protect you.

Note: It’s a Short Story, just something I came up with.

Family Video, 9:15 PM. Perfect Night for a Late Night Video Date, or just hanging out with your friends, (Y/n) was on the latter. Working an extra shift to cover for Robin who wanted to relax on Saturday and practice her band routine. Letting you take the reigns for tonight. While everything seems calm and such, there existed one very annoying singularity. Steve Harrington who was bored out of his mind sitting at the counter. Awaiting for the customers that rarely came.

“Ugh, I’ve been sitting here for 3 hours, is anyone gonna show up?”

“Possibly, if we lived anywhere where people actually want to watch movies.” (Y/n) says, dusting off more shelves. They sigh and hard scrub the windows. The sleek screeches of the water sliding against the window slowly began to drive Steve mad.

“Hey could you do the “Eee Err” thing a bit softer?” He says, you turn to him with a straight scowl.

“Oh I’m sorry am I ruining your night by doing my job? I can’t adjust the volume.” You retort coldly and go back to it. “Seriously don’t you have a date to go on or something?” You asks.

“No, I’m happily single.. I mean.. no yeah I’m happily single.” Steve says, which is odd. He never had any problems with the girls in high school, maybe Steve has grown from a selfish asshole to a, decent guy.

“Huh, thought you had all the ladies.” You say sarcastically, Steve just shrugs.

“Yeah sometimes, they just don’t work out I guess.” He says with a hint of sadness in his voice. You turn to see his attitude shifts a bit, as if he reminiscing on a lost treasure he wasn’t able to hold onto.

“Sorry..sore topic?” You ask, Steven tries to downplay it of course.

“Nah, Just a few rough memories. You know how relationships are.”

“Not really, appreciate the compliment.” You say, and head to the back to check stock. You walk past in a small hallway and to the left and open the door, it was the break room. It wasn’t anything special just a chair and a few tables, more importantly were the boxes of VHS tapes that were still there. You walked over and began to take inventory checking the list of films to watch. “Okay… Evil Dead, Back to the Future, The Dark Crystal, The Breakfast Club. Let’s see—“ your train of thought was halted by, something.

Suddenly the lights began to flicker, you slowly look upward to the light bulb in the room going in and out, you shake your head and head out to go check the breaker system outside. You exit the door and look forward to the main room.

“Hey Steve… Steve?” You ask, noticing that he’s, gone. It’s not like him to just up and disappear. A sense of worry began to hit you and you cautiously take a few steps forward, suddenly you’re yanked by the back of your jacket over the counter, landing hard on your back you mouth was covered, and it was Steve, he shushed you before you could ask what the hell was going on.

“Did you see anything out there?” He asks, you shake your head and he lets go.

“Dude, what the hell is your problem?!” You yell and he tries to calm you down.

“Look that was for you own good, sometimes, bad things happen with the lights flicker.”

“..Is that a horror movie name or something?” You say and Steve stands up to scan the room, you do as well and see that there’s nothing abnormal.

“Okay so Before you assault me again, I’m going to check out the breaker.” You say and head outside and to the back door, Steve follows close but you don’t pay much attention, after opening the box, you notice a few loose wires and spot the lack of connection, after a few zaps and swears you hook everything up properly, you turn to Steve.

“Okay the lights should be—“ you begin and halt seeing that he has a spiked baseball bat in his hands. Ready to swing at something.

“…Why do you have that?” You ask.

“It’s for, protection.” He responds, you feel even more creeped out, “uh. Thanks?” You say, “but it’s fine.. it’s just a loose breaker. Cmon let’s get back to work.” You tell him and walk away. He slowly softens up and puts the bat on his shoulder.

“Yeah… Sorry for weirding you out…just a, Bad Habit”

[hpurplicious]

" Our Friend Is A Magician " is a benchtrio-centric AU where Tommy and Tubbo meets an amateur magician named Ranboo in their expedition in the city of Lowelle, who's main goal is to spread joy to the people

But little did they know....there lies secrets that unfold with their unexpected friendship and endeavors they soon face

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Chapters

Prologue (still a W.I.P)

More will soon to come....if I don't get demotivated hopefully

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Characters

" The Main (Bench)Trio "

>> Tommy Crofter (he/him)

The youngest son of Phil Crofter and Kristin Crofter. He is not afraid to speak his mind a lot of the times, maybe it's because of his loud voice that people tends to find annoying.

He may seem unapproachable especially with his demeanor, but he has a soft side and is really thoughtful.

He really cares about the people that treat him well, and he knows everyone has boundaries and all that. He just tends to light heartedly mess around at times.

He's, surprisingly, responsible and holds himself accountable whenever he makes mistakes. Whenever he apologizes, you can tell by his low voice that he means it.

Despite that, he can go a bit too far and find himself in deep trouble. Like that one time he fought with a jock back at high school after the guy pushed him one too many times, or when he messed with a demon that cursed him into a frog for being rude. Quite the encounter, one may say.

Did I mention he wants to be the greatest filmmaker one could imagine? He does like some vlogging of some parts of his life and especially his travels with his friends. He loves capturing memories live on his phone's camera and editing them to give them some flare and entertaining bits.

>> Tubbo Briggs (he/him)

Tommy's bestest friend since pre school and the younger brother of Niki.

Bold, impulsive and unafraid is the three things that best describes this brunette. He jumps into action when an idea sparks and will do anything to turn it into a reality.

Sometimes he's too aware or oblivious, there's no in between really. He can spot an evil spirit nearby when he sees one yet an unassuming magical item he found on a stone pedestal could lead him to being in serious danger. Tommy or Ranboo (or both, rarely) would try to stop him in doing so. He became less and less endangered by whatever is out in the unknown thanks to Ranboo's supervisions.

Even with all of that, he makes sure that he doesn't forget his trusty bag filled with necessities he needs to sustain and defend himself or with his friends. He knows that he'll be ready to face whatever encounters they end up with; big or small.

He is a bit loud and energetic at times but sometimes he's just chill. He's quite the silly guy.

And oh yeah, he loves taking photos of his adventures, even the times where they almost got either stuck somewhere or fighting some hostile beast. But he mostly takes photos of the environment, because it looks cool and really nice to look at, y'know?

>> Magician Ranboo (he/they)

Adopted at the age of 5 and raised by two lovely women in a cottage within a forest, who then sets off to become the magician he wishes to be and stumbles upon two boys the same age as them. They befriend the two (it's actually the two trying to befriend him and he just goes along cause he is quite lonely anyways) and ventured alongside with.

He is determined to become the greatest magician to bring joy to the people all around and to show that magic is, in fact, an actual thing and aren't just mind tricks most think it is.

Besides using his magic for his shows, he also uses it for his daily routine. Like when he uses teleportation to get around most of the time or how he makes objects levitate towards him when it's a couple of meters away from him. He is an amateur anyways so anymore complex magic spells are yet to be practiced by him, hopefully he doesn't accidentally use it to destroy or hurt something/somebody. To add on, he uses a magic wand to use his magic. Without it, he's pretty much powerless unless he hones it even without the wand, which takes a lot of training to do.

Did I mention they're an amateur still?

They're still trying to work himself up to more complez and effective spell casting within their journey.

In his show facade, he is seen as enthusiastic and silly up the stage, and when the curtains go down, his personality shifts as he lets out an exhausted sigh. It's fun for the most part to entertain, but god damn it's very tiring. He doesn't like being bothered during his rest times, and when he is, boy you will not be meeting the same fantastical man that was up the stage earlier.

Whenever they see someone oppressed or in trouble, he'll come running and defend the inferior one. They'd try to talk it out first, but once threatened, he'll use his magic to put a stop to it. Unless it is a hostile beast they are facing, he makes sure that neither the victim or the oppressors gets hurt.

Don't want to be imprisoned and receive a terrible reputation to his magician career (as well as other innocent magicians that roam around the world).

They're pretty selfless, putting others before himself in most situations; especially ones that may cost their life. Whether it means saving their friends or striking a deal to make sure his mothers are left unharmed by whatever evil dares to hurt them. They will die for his loved ones if he has no other choice even (but I hope it doesn't come to that)

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(This is all the characters I can show right now, I'm yet to work on the rest of the people related to them)

[psych---ologically-deranged]

psych 3x2 commentary: murder, anyone, anyone, bueller?

AB, JB

So happy abt the highschool romcom ep, & so happy that there are only 2 ppl & the audio is so clear.

Brokeback episode? An ice storm episode? Shawn & Gus in a Tent? Yes please.

Shawn: perfect memory High school: Nowhere in his brain, so he claims

Rachel Lee Cook

Yes! So glad that they're together!

"There... there is already confirmed a season 4."

An ACTUAL high school "this was filmed at lunch" XD ok

Nah I looove tracking shots. "If you admired any of James Roday's thigh tone, it's from this work"

"Judd Nelson is watching the podcast commentary right now at home"

"that's an actual stunt guy we threw off the building. He is no longer with us. I would like to thank him for his commitment to the show." "It was Andy Berman!"

I just realized, there was no flashback here!

"It was cold. Vancouver is not Santa Barbara." "You can see the, what do you call it?" Me: Fog? Breath? "Their spirits leaving their bodies."

"It's because I can't find another job"

They're treating the podcast commentary like it's a job interview now XD

Huh, first ep ehe filmed, good for him

they actually filmed the maddie/henry phone call live on opposite sides of the sound stage!?!? That's actually cool, I love if when they discuss this sort of thing on film commentaries.

Lassiter, not Juliet? ig he is head det

"The wonderful Tim Omundson" Your reunion, my date, your case but your reunion, I'm on it with you but no I'm not also why are you

""wE COULD HAVE BUT WE DIDN'T""The background is red because it's evil" "It's deeply religious"

Oh her pills & rushmore

"Yeah but your script was 140 pages"

"Look at that package" was not in the script "Actually it's in every andy berman script"

I love background artists

Wow henry is sad

"We record these in the morning & I'm on my starbucks Green, & I am so regular, BMs like a champ" Buddy why are you telling me this on the commentary track? "You could do it in Kelly's trash can" !???

(in singsong voice) phallic!

Guy in green jacket! Guy in green jacket!

"Don't you hate it when your parents show up at the high school reunion?" 'Oh yeah mine ruined the whole night' "Mine won king & queen"

That was Corbin genuinely lasting

"Painted whore" That was like a two-AM inspiration on my part

All pills & a pair of scissors

*reads label* "Well that figures"

This man did the dance of EVERY character & he had to come up with what specifically to do On Set

Aw man imagine if they DID have russian strippers

*Out of the blue in silence* 'Do you think John Hughs saw this movie?' "No." '...End of commentary'

I hate on Lassiter a ton but he really loves Juliet. When the chief comes in all sus, he says she was helping him arrest his date. He's great. Then Karen says "Ok, I believe you" but immediately turns around with "Whatever it is you're really working on, you're not getting paid" & like... yeah ok lol. I like his little face with the small mouth

Talking about puberty now & armpit hair in jr high, what are these commentaries?

I would have loved to see the entire slideshow, going down the row of guys in speedos & then Gus at the end fully clothed. I WISH it was a thing on the DVDs

We literally see juliet arrest eileen maswell

That one guy "Alternatively we cut to the whitest guy with a blank face"

"Sometimes you see extras & some of the people are making out, & did they naturally start making out or were they directed that way?" Buddy you're the one who works in TV

I miss psych but this fixation is leaving me

[obscurebelief]

Strange Obscurial Headcanons (pt 2/?)

pt 1 here

He goes by either Credence or Aurelius in Hawkins since he doesn't seem to get that people here don't like strange and weird names and so sometimes Credence is what he settles on for more idiotic people that don't like his other name.

He tended to keep his head down during season 1. Finding the strangeness to not be his business, as if interfering could mess up things since he isn't from this time. So he keeps to himself and acts ignorant until season 2 where something tells him he can't stand by anymore.

Originally attended Hawkins High under a false identification and age mostly to blend in as one of the seniors who transferred from a school in New York, enough magical mess ups and memory wipes and he was good. So he was also bored and wanted to know more about history and things that he missed when he jumped through time.

He's the witch of the school, someone seen as satanic and evil (kind of like an Eddie situation and Satanic Panic and just all around dumb people). But often he gets notes in his locker asking for help such as spells for confidence, self love, and luck. Most are more slurs and calling him evil and stuff. He sure loved his first month when the classmates that tried messing with him got attacked often by angry crows and had so much cases of terrible luck with them or even their parents that he was sure taught their kids to hate. So the bullying got minimal but the whispers remained.

Aurelius is the witch freak and proud of it.

Oh geez, when people can't understand his gender since often he can look feminine one minute then masculine the next. Doesn't help his long hair makes so many girls envious.

He occasionally played in the Hellfire Club with Eddie and the others but was not a regular member. More of a stand in sometimes when someone else was sick or something.

The spells people request are given after he's paid of course (guy needs to eat and stuff) and usually it's in a simple little jar full of ingredients and sometimes a little chant is attached and sometimes just words of affirmation.

Hates sports with a passion, finds it all stupid as hell. Than again, his love for art and english could be seen as stupid from the jocks as well. The only sport he's ever cared to look into was Quidditch, which, well, given Hawkins is no-maj central, he is bored. He likes swimming sometimes, not exactly the best at it but he won't drown, and loves to run. He may hate sports but swimming and running feel like a requirement to him if ever he is in combat or stuck having to swim or dive to get away from an enemy. (Grindelwald and his own past incidents with jerks trying to hunt him makes him paranoid.)

[86babyswhxre]

Push Comes to Shove

Eddie x Henderson!Reader (fem)

Warnings: Angst, slight fluff, suggestion of smut, hurt/comfort, ex!Billy, mentions of abusive relationships, mention of blood, minor violence, 18+/nsfw

Word Count: 4k

Summary: Eddie loses his temper for the first time with a fragile y/n, bringing up old memories of her past.

Author’s note: This is literally the first fic I’ve written since I was probably like 15 so bear with me but Eddie just has my whole heart. Any feedback would be appreciated.

Part 2

Push Comes to Shove:

You and Eddie had been together for nearly 6 months now. It was coming up to that half year mark next week and your stomach had butterflies every time you thought about the relationship you two had built.

But it didn’t exactly start out well. Before the two of you got together you had a distanced but tumultuous acquaintanceship. As Dustin’s sister you had felt incredibly protective of your baby brother when he moved up to high school, and even more so when he joined Hellfire. It seemed to turn Dustin and his friend’s obsession with D&D into something wholly more consuming than when they used to play it in Wheeler’s basement.  You hadn’t been able to find it in yourself to like Eddie upon first meeting, blaming him entirely for the fixation Dustin, Mike and Lucas had on the club. You knew it wasn’t evil or dangerous like the news sometimes liked to pretend it was, but that didn’t mean you had to like the group’s leader, Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson.

You had been in the same school year as Eddie before you graduated and knew him to have a bit of a reputation, not necessarily a bad one, but a reputation none the less. During your senior year you shared only one class together and were in completely different social spheres. Eddie had his gang of nerds, for lack of a better word, and you had your small friendship group of girls not quite popular enough for parties and not quite nerdy enough to never leave the library. Regardless, your interactions were limited but you still knew of the metalhead.

Last year, however, your lack of high social ranking within the confines of the school halls hadn’t stopped you from dating bad boy Billy Hargrove. Your relationship with Billy was bad. He treated you (and everyone else) like shit. Within the 10 months of you being together he had you constantly on edge. Always wondering when his next violent temper would hit him, and eventually, hit you. The only thing that got you out of the relationship was Billy’s ‘boredom’ with you and his desire to get out of Hawkins to find ‘real women’, in his words. When he did, it took you some time, but eventually it was like a weight lifted off your shoulders and you could dig yourself out of the shell that Billy had put you in, just in time for finals. You had felt like a whole different person by the time you graduated.

And perhaps that was why you were suspicious of Eddie with his reputation for being outlandish, a drug dealer and a bit crazy. Billy had notoriety for similar things, and he was bad. The red flags had been up when you first heard Dustin had joined the D&D club.

Your little brother, however, had endlessly tried to convince you that Eddie was a good guy, and eventually you came to realise it too. It wasn’t until you saw in person Eddie’s charming and kind-hearted nature and how he adored your brother and his friends that you realised little Dustin was right. He wasn’t crazy – he was passionate. He wasn’t outlandish – he was fun. But he definitely was still a drug dealer. Pretty soon after that you started crushing on Eddie. Hard. And it didn’t take long for that crush to escalate into something more. One night you had stayed after Hellfire, having given in to Dustin’s desperate pleas for you to watch just one night of the new campaign. You were impressed and incredibly turned on at how Eddie had commanded the room. Even his weird elvish voices lit something in you aflame. Dustin had decided to go home with Mike and Nancy, who had picked the boys up, and you were left alone to help Eddie pack away. It had started with some compliments, a sprinkle of flirty banter, and somehow ended with Eddie bending you over the tables and the many figurines scattered atop it. You swore you still had some of the indents from where the figurines had dug into your stomach as your now boyfriend had fucked you for the first time. Ever since then your relationship blossomed, much to your little brother’s equal disgust and delight.

Thankfully, Eddie was utterly different from Billy in every way. He was gentle, but rough when you wanted him to be. He was kind and thoughtful and treated you with so much respect and love that it sometimes brought a tear to your eye. You loved him entirely too much to comprehend and you were never alone in those feelings. The future for you and Eddie was bright. He made you finally feel safe.

It was Thursday night after Hellfire and you had stayed to watch as Eddie introduced a new campaign to the gang, after being utterly mesmerised by his incredible imagination and theatrics, you had come back to his trailer with him.

“Honestly y/n, I was so nervous, they just expect so much from me y’know? And I never know if I can deliver that,” Eddie confessed as you walked from his van to the trailer door.

“You know they love whatever you do, Eds. The day Dustin shuts up about the depth of the characters you make will be the day pigs fly. Trust me, you could just make your entire campaign the plot of those Star Wars films and they’d still go mad.”

“Ahh I don’t know about that y/n” he laughed, “George Lucas aint got shit on me.” He smiled as he turned to you, his big brown eyes lighting up with humour as he placed a swift kiss on your lips and opened the trailer door. Even now his kisses still made your stomach somersault.

The trailer had become a second home to you, in fact you probably spent more time here than your own house. Wayne was out working most of the time, so it sometimes felt like you and Eddie had a little taster of domestic bliss together.

“Okay, I’m thinking we do pizza, a joint, a movie and then I wanna be in your arms from now until morning,” he said with a wink to you as he put his stuff down and emptied his backpack on the countertop.

“Sounds perfect!” You said kicking off your shoes with a stupid grin that hadn’t been able to leave your face for the past few months.

You weren’t one for smoking before you met Eddie and you still didn’t indulge much in it, but you liked the buzz you got, it helped you relax. It also helped that Eddie always looked so hot smoking. It was the way his hands would roll the joint, his fingers so nimble and capable of so much, most of it pleasurable. Plus, it felt like you should celebrate Eddie’s successful launch of his new campaign. It had taken weeks and weeks of prep for him, even risking a few bad grades (which he really couldn’t afford if he wanted to graduate this year) and now he was having to put in double time in Mrs Clicks class if he was ever going to scrape a passing grade.

“I’m gonna go get changed, will you grab us a drink and I’ll be back in a minute, baby?”

“Sure, you want a beer?” You shouted after him as he walked to his end of the trailer.

“I’d love one,” He called back to you.

After 6 months of your relationship, you were now able to expertly navigate your way round Eddie’s home. You grabbed you and Eddie a beer each from the fridge and tried to crack them open with the bottle opener on his key ring. The tops were really stuck on though, they must have been in the refrigerator for some time, and it took a good amount of pulling to open the first one and the second one was worse. You got the top open eventually, but the bottle slipped from your hand from the force and spilt directly over Eddie’s campaign notebook, rolling onto the floor and smashing, knocking the other bottle on the book as it went.  

“No, no, no” you muttered to yourself as you watched the beer seep into the pages – why had he left it open!

Panicking, you grabbed the nearest dishtowel and started to try and wipe the liquid off the thing that Eddie prized most, except his guitar off course, but you were only making it worse.

“Fuck!” The beer and towel combination wiping and smudging Eddie’s written words about, making it all completely unreadable. “Please no” you kept muttering trying to wipe it up but not helping at all, it had seeped into the pages, ruining every one of them with splodges of ink. How could beer do so much damage you thought to yourself. Eddie’s endless work was completely ruined, and it was all your fault. Your eyes started to well with tears.

You gasped as you heard Eddie come back into the room.

“Is everything okay y/n?” His eyes caught your watery ones and your sunken face, he looked down and saw the mess you had made, and he saw red immediately.

“What the fuck y/n?” He shouted, making you jump.

“What the fuck have you done?” He stormed round the countertop to get to where you, and his ruined masterpiece stood, his shoes crunching over the broken glass on the floor.

“I-I-I,” you attempted to explain but you were frozen and couldn’t get your words out.

“Do you know how fucking long this took me to write? It’s completely fucked y/n! Why the fuck would you do this?” He shouted, holding up the sopping pages by the corner in front of your face. They looked as if they could fall apart, and you felt like you were about to too. You had never seen Eddie’s eyes so full of rage or his body language so tense and furious.

“I didn’t mean to, it was an accident, I couldn’t open the bottle and it spilt everywhere. I’m so so sorry, Eddie.”

“I can’t fucking believe this, how stupid actually are you, y/n? You couldn’t have just fucking waited til I got back to help. Look what you’ve done!”

“I didn’t know it was going to spill like that, I swear.” You tried to tell him, his words making your stomach sink as you tried to cower away from his rage.

“I don’t give a fuck!” His voice so loud, every time he spoke it made you jump. “I’ve put my whole self into this and you just go a mess it up in 2 minutes. You’re so fucking useless y/n I can’t even ask you to do one thing without fucking it up! You’re an absolute joke!” His words physically stung, his voice so loud as he turned through the near crumbling and sopping wet pages of what was once his work. You had never heard Eddie like this before, had never seen him lose his temper, at least not at you and not at this level. You were beyond terrified right now.

You did what you always tried to do and attempted to fix it and help him, you leant over the book on the counter Eddie had thrown it onto and, hands trembling, attempted to get his hands away from it so you could help.

“If we put it on the heater it might dr-“

“No! Piss off y/n, you’re just gonna make it worse!” He yelled and he pushed you away with his elbow, not hard, but enough to knock you into the counter and your left foot onto one of the shards of broken green glass. The pain cut through you immediately.

“Ow! Eddie I-“

“Shut up y/n!” He turned to you, with a venom in his eyes that you could feel tearing at your heart, he looked wild and the glass that had cut into your foot was stinging and starting to bleed. You couldn’t understand where this had come from, where his temper had suddenly sprung from after all this time, and it scared you shitless. You tried to shrink yourself away expecting another explosion of rage and eventual violence any second, it was all you knew when men got angry, and he hadn’t exactly shown you he would be different right now.

“Just leave me alone for minute so I can try and sort out this shit show you’ve made, fucks sake.” Eddies voice was usually so full of softness that it calmed you on your worst days but now it was making the trembling in your hands ten times worse.

“Eddie I’m sorry,” You pleaded, tears falling from your eyes as you tried to reach out your hand as a comfort on his shoulder.

“Seriously y/n. Fuck. OFF!”

And so, you walked away, carefully to avoid stepping in any more glass, and heard him mutter “stupid bitch” as you made your way towards the bathroom.

You walked into the bathroom, foot stinging, eyes watering insistently, but your whole body felt numb. The only feeling you had was a pit in the bottom of your stomach that felt all too familiar. Instinctively, you were shutting yourself down. It was what you always had to do with Billy, with it really ever being the only way you could stop yourself from feeling the hurt of his words or his fist. But you didn’t expect to have to do it with Eddie. He was supposed to be different. His words kept replaying in your head, how he was so quick to anger and be so cruel. Where had that come from? You didn’t want to risk that happening again.

Your breathing was shallow and quick as you sat yourself on the toilet seat and went to take your sock off your bleeding foot. Eyes constantly blurring with tears, you wiped them as much as you could and tried to calm your breathing with deep breaths. Wincing, you pulled your previously white and now crimson sock off. The cut was a lot deeper than it felt, but your body was going into survival mode so it didn’t surprise you that you could only feel a sliver of the pain that you should have been feeling.

This wasn’t the first time you had to deal with a cut, so you knew what to do in a pinch. Taking some toilet paper (disposable so your blood wouldn’t stain anything), you stood up and wet a big wad of it under the tap and began to clean the area of your foot of as much blood as you could. It was still seeping from the wound but less so now. So, with a sharp intake of breath, you applied pressure to where the glass had bit into your skin, hoping to clot the blood and stop it from making any more mess. You looked at the floor and saw drops of blood littered on the vinyl flooring.

“Fuck,” you muttered, not wanting to face the repercussions of that if Eddie came in here but knowing it could wait.

Your mind couldn’t stop replaying what just happened and you couldn’t stop the tears from falling as you sobbed softly to yourself. You were trying to be quiet, listening out for Eddie but you heard nothing, which perhaps worried you more.

You got up, looking for any form of anti-septic cream and sitting back down once you found a small near empty tube in the cabinet. You made a mental note to buy a new tube just in case.

Squeezing the cream out, you placed it as gently as you could on your foot hoping it would help, knowing it would eventually but certainly not feeling like it at that moment.

You sat there for several minutes until there was a knock on the bathroom door, making you jump.

“Ju-Just a minute,” you shouted out, your voice cracking and stumbling over the words.

You weren’t given a minute, however, as the door smacked open, Eddie walking in after it. Every noise seemed to have on high alert.

“Oops sorry y/n.” He looked like your normal Eddie now. His pupils weren’t so blown and his breathing not so rapid. But you didn’t see any of that at that moment, fear still instilled in you.

“I’m so sorry Eddie, I didn’t mean to. I won’t be a second and I’ll get out of here, I’m sorry, I’ll clean everything up in a minute, I didn’t mean to do it and I won’t do it again, I’m really sorry, I promise it was an accident.” You rambled on, not able to look your Eddie in the eye, trying to back yourself up as much as you could against the toilet tank.

The next time you looked up; Eddie was squatting in front of you.

He was looking up at you through his thick eyelashes, eyes slightly hidden by the mop of his fringe. Your eyes searched his swiftly looking for any remaining rage. There was none there, but your breaths hadn’t calmed. Billy used to do this all the time. He’d come after you, playing nice and loving only for it to get worse after that, you knew the tricks that men played.

Eddie reached out slowly to touch your cheek and you flinched away slightly.

“Oh baby,” Eddies heart had dropped, “I’m the one who’s sorry. I don’t know why I got so angry. It’s just that I’d been working on that for so long and I panicked.” The soft pad of his thumb was stroking your damp cheek, his tone so gentle it broke your heart.

“No, it was my fault. You’re right I can’t be left alone to do anything, but I won’t do it again I swear.” Your chest was heaving, you could see he was calm, but you didn’t want to risk angering him again with any wrong words. In all his time knowing you, Eddie had never seen you look so scared: your face was 10 shades paler than usual, your eyes so full of terror and tears, your whole body shaking and you were one movement away from practically curling yourself into a ball.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay. It was an accident. Breathe y/n. Breathe.” Listening to his words, you started to take deep, shaky breaths. “God I’m so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted like that, it was an accident. I know it was. I’m sorry for getting angry. It’s all in my head anyway, not like I can’t just write it down again right? It’s okay y/n, I’m not mad I swear.” Reassurance and tenderness echoed so wholly in his words that you couldn’t not believe him, and so  your breathing started to calm down and your tears ceased to fall.

“Y/N I’m so sorry for making you panic like that and for what I said, I didn’t mean it. You mean everything to me, way more than a stupid notepad with words on it, okay?” He prompted.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” You replied, nodding your head gently and meeting his eyes. Staring back at you was the sincerest expression you had ever seen Eddie wear and you knew you could relax. In your head a mantra formed of ‘he’s not like Billy, he’s not like Billy’, and you knew it to be true.

Eddie took a moment to look down at your foot, seeing the drops of blood on the floor and the red soaked tissues scattered around you.

“Fuck, y/n. Are you okay?” He asked, holding up your foot gently to inspect the cause of the mess.

“Yeah, Eddie it’s fine, it’s only a small cut, I’ll be okay,” placing your hand on his shoulder and rubbing gently as his head fell in your lap.

“God I’m so sorry.” You could hear his voice breaking and you knew tears would be staining his cheeks any moment now.

“Hey, hey – it’s okay, I’ll be fine,” you reassured him, lifting his chin to meet yours. He sniffled and nodded, leaning into your touch.

A few moments passed and Eddie stood up, taking a deep breath and reaching his hand out for you to take. “Right, I’m gonna clean all this up. Let’s get you somewhere comfortable.”

“No, Eddie, please I’ll do it.”

His reply of ‘No’ was curt and he gave you a stern look that told you that he was going to deal with this and you couldn’t help but feel better. He’s not like Billy. He’s not like Billy.

Eddie helped you stand up, both of you wincing as you went, and he guided you out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. Holding onto your waist, he supported you as you made sure not to put weight on where the cut was on the bottom of your foot, which certainly wasn’t easy.

After helping you settle on the bed, Eddie grabbed a shirt for you to wear as pyjamas and gave it to you. It was one of your favourite Metallica shirts he owned, it smelt of him and cigarettes – a killer combination.

“Get changed, okay baby. I’ll be back in a sec.”

You did as he said and changed out of your top, bra and jeans so you were left with just Eddie’s shirt and your panties on. As you were just shuffling up to rest against the headboard, Eddie came back into his room brandishing a smile, clean, damp paper towels, a bandage, the last remaining bit of anti-septic cream and a Hershey’s bar (your favourite). He’s not like Billy. He’s not like Billy, you reminded yourself and you could see that clearly. Billy would never have done this for you, he always just left you to cry yourself to sleep as he stormed out his house whenever you two had an argument. Eddie was different, Eddie was safe.

Your boyfriend perched on the end of his bed and pulled your foot into his lap, moving as tenderly as was humanly possible. He passed you the chocolate and inaudibly sighed in relief when you took it with a grin.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him with a shy smile, which he returned.

“Right, let’s clean you up properly.”

You nodded at him and opened up the chocolate, sitting against the headboard and taking a bite as Eddie started to gently wipe up the remaining bits of blood and old cream off your foot. His hands were being so careful that you would have barely noticed his movements if you weren’t watching him intently. His hands, fingertips calloused from years of playing the guitar, were so soft on you that you felt yourself growing sleepy. Eddie finished cleaning up and added some fresh anti-septic cream to your cut, which he now realised was deeper than what you had made it out to be and he set his intention on taking you to the hospital first thing in the morning to get it looked at properly. But not now, you’d been through too much. After finishing wrapping you foot up in a bandage, he placed a light kiss on your ankle and smiled up at you. Your heart melted.

“Thank you,” you murmured to him.

“You don’t need to thank me, y/n. I’m just so fucking sorry I acted that way and will do anything and everything I can to make it up to you. I promise you don’t need to worry about me ever acting that way again. I promise I’ll be better.”

You just nodded as you looked down at him and started to shift to stand up.

“Where are you going?” Eddie asked, placing a hand on your ankle to hold you in place.

“Uh, I need to clean up the mess in the kitchen?”

“No, babe I sorted that earlier don’t worry about it.”

“Oh… When?”

“Umm, I think right after I told you to fuck off, which I’m insanely sorry about by the way, I realised I was acting like a crazy person and cleaned everything up.”

“Oh. Okay. Thanks.” He’s not like Billy, he’s not like Billy.

“It’s quite literally the very least I could do.” Eddie stood up and started to get changed into his pyjamas. Well, you say pyjamas, it was more like just his boxers and nothing else, and eventually climbed into bed next to you.

You felt unbelievably tired after all the new emotions and resurfaced memories, and you were glad he was keen to get to bed too. He pulled you down and tucked you under his arm as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and whispered “try to sleep now, Y/n. We’ll talk properly in the morning. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whispered, eyes already drooping closed. You slept soundly mostly, with Eddies breath warming your neck where he had burrowed himself into you. But that night you dreamt of Billy for the first time in a long time.

A/N – part 2 is out!

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any way you want it | kth | m

— summary; in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself. 

— contents and warnings; smut, childhood best friends, Taehyung x reader, bigdick!tae, breast play, oral (f receiving), dry grinding, dirty talk, tae has a praise kink, unprotected sex (be responsible!!), rough sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, Taehyung takes things personally but he has good intentions, this is what happens when mutual thirst gets suppressed for years of friendship 

— words; 6.6k

— author’s note; i have no idea why but this fic was so fucking hard to put down into words??? I felt mentally constipated the entire time but it’s finally here 

Taehyung wasn’t the slightest bit surprised when you called him at almost two in the morning, complaining about your newest nightmarish date and practically begging to come over. Like the good friend that he was, he made sure to tell you that you would be more than welcome to join him in his newest documentary marathon about aliens, and wondered if you could bring him some takeout on your way over there. Like the bad friend that you were, you said no. 

To be fair, the nearest takeout place was across the city from his apartment (about thirty minutes away and in a bad neighborhood), and you were already having a horrible night as it was. Besides, you refused to take part in Taehyung’s search for a high blood pressure and cholesterol levels, arguing that it wasn’t the right time to stuff his face full of hypercaloric noodles. 

But you did pity him enough to comply with his second request: a big pot of vanilla ice cream, which you were sure you’d end up consuming too. You were in a crisis.

As if to prove that the gods above were laughing at you, during the walk of shame to Taehyung’s apartment, it had started to rain (because of course it did), and your umbrella was only able to save you from the shoulders up before it crumbled and flew away from your gasp, rolling on the asphalt like a ball of dirt in a Wild West movie. By the time that you dragged yourself to his front door, you were completely soaked (and not in the way you had planned for that night to end), and about to break down crying. 

Taehyung, like the angel that he was, helped you with your heavy coat and talked you into taking a warm shower before you got sick. He took the supermarket bag from you (where the ice cream had probably already melted) and walked you to this bathroom, excusing himself so he could grab you some dry clothes — and you only saw the ones he had picked when you got out of the shower. 

With a silly smile dancing on your lips, you fumbled with the black booty shorts that Taehyung had jokingly gifted you that past Christmas — one that read “daddy’s juicy butt” in big, bold, neon pink letters over your ass — and then decided that your dignity was already dead by that point, so another kick wouldn’t hurt. Taehyung had also given you one of his favorite band shirts, which he only revealed during desperate times. 

Your heart melted with the thought of your best friend trying to comfort you, and pulled the fabric close to your face so you could take a deep inhale, drowning in his scent. It smelled of that stupid cologne that Taehyung had used ever since he hit puberty, and a bit of fabric softener. 

The two of you had an extremely close friendship, to the point that it got kind of strange at times. Ever since childhood, it was joked that you and Taehyung had been long lost soulmates — doing everything together, from going to school to laughing at the same exact jokes during movie marathons, often at the same moment and for the same amount of time. Before puberty hit (and the hormonal rage took over your first teenage years) you couldn’t remember disagreeing with him even once. You two had always been in sync. 

But the uncomfortably close part only hit after you two went to college, and your anxiety for being a virgin in a sea of starving sharks got the best of you. After long conversations, you had managed to convince Taehyung to help you learn a thing or two about the art of naked wrestling. 

Apparently it was weird to give your best friend a handjob and a blowjob for the sake of education. Go figure. 

Regardless, your friendship wasn’t affected by any of that — even if you two had agreed to never mention any of it ever again — and you could always count on Taehyung to catch you when you fell. 

Even if it was at two am on a Tuesday, after one of your nightmarish dates. 

You threw yourself on the couch next to him, hugging your knees against your chest to form a barrier between you and the divine providence that had taken you to that point. You had half-assedly dried your hair, but pools of wetness had started to build on the back of Taehyung’s shirt. 

Instead of accusing you of ruining his favorite piece of clothing, Taehyung reached for the remote and paused his documentary just as the narrator was starting to explain how hieroglyphs were actually part of an alien language. “Just tell me how bad it was,” he said, a mustache of ice cream melting over his top lip.

You took a peek at the bowl of melting vanilla on his center table, and decided that you would probably pass the desert for the night. 

You glanced at him sideways, voice coming out monotone. “You sure you want to go down that path?” 

Taehyung licked his sweet mustache off and nodded, clearly intrigued. “Yeah, hit me with it. You look like you need all the help that you can find.” 

You sighed, turning around on the couch so you were facing him — legs still against your chest. “Okay so… I went to his place...” 

“Yes…”

“And... we had dinner, talked for a bit.”

“How was the talk?” He asked. 

You shook your head, trying to kill the memories inside. “He didn’t let me say a word. He just went on and on about this new website he’s working on, and how expensive his wine glasses were.” You scoffed, angry at yourself for ignoring the clear red flags of an arrogant douchebag. That was what the desperate need for immediate human connection could do to someone, you thought. “Apparently it’s supposed to be the next Facebook or something. Or twitter. I honestly wasn’t paying much attention.”

He chuckled. “Starting off strong.” 

“That wasn’t even the main issue,” you said, lowering your forehead so it was touching your knees. You just wanted the world to end at that moment, so you wouldn’t have to go through those experiences again. “After that, we sat on his couch and started watching a movie. And you know how that goes, we started kissing, he pushed me down and got on top of me…”

“And?” He instigated. 

With a sigh, you raised your head, meeting your friend’s gaze. Taehyung thought he had never seen you look so dead inside. And he had seen a lot from you. “And he humped like… my lower abdomen for about three minutes and came in his pants.”

Taehyung cringed visibly, taking one hand to cover his mouth. “Oh, man. That’s bad.” 

You nodded, strangely relieved at his reaction. Part of you was worried that you were the evil witch in that scenario, that maybe you had done something wrong. “The worst,” you agreed. “Wanna know what else?”

“What? There’s more?”

“He didn’t even ask me if I was satisfied with whatever the hell that was.” You told him, bitterness dripping from your tongue. In the grand scheme of things, that was something silly to get mad over, but the fact that your date didn’t even have the guts to ask if you had gotten something out of that was ridiculous. “Not that I could possibly be. But it’s like he didn’t care and I was just a pillow for him to hump like a… sexually repressed religious teen, I don’t know.”

Taehyung only nodded, realizing that there wasn’t much that he could say to fix the situation. “Was he a good kisser at least?”

You sneered. “I think he was trying to crush my face with his.” You glanced at your friend, only half of his face bathed by the yellow and orange shades coming from the television. Maybe a documentary about ancient history and alien expeditions wouldn’t be so bad. Worst case scenario, it would knock you out, and you wouldn’t have to think about that mess anytime soon. “Also, too much tongue, just… the amount of saliva…”

“Got it. You can stop there.” Taehyung raised one hand, his eyes closing for a second. His palm lowered and met one of your knees, standing there in a silent attempt at consolation. “I’m sorry about your terrible date experience, dude.” 

“If you could even call it that.” You ran one hand through your hair, suddenly overtaken by a wave of anger. “God! I was just… so… ugh! Like… ughhhh!!” 

Taehyung, bless his heart, sometimes couldn’t understand the random neanderthal sounds you threw his way. “So... what?”

At last, your makeshift protection came crumbling down, and you collapsed on the couch dramatically, legs dangling off the edge. Taehyung thought that you were being possessed for exactly two seconds before you started talking again. “I did a full body shave for this night, Taehyung. Do you realize what that means?” His lips fell open, but, before he had the chance to answer, you continued. “It means that I really wanted to get railed tonight. Actually, I wanted to find a guy who actually knew what he was doing for once in my life.”

Taehyung chuckled, trying to disperse the tension in the room. “Come on, the dating pool can’t be that bad.”

“Oh, it’s bad,” you said. 

He wasn’t giving up that fast. “How bad?”

You raised your head to look him dead in the eyes, a silent threat, before finally uttering, “Try no-man-has-ever-made-me-cum bad,” and crashing your head back against the sofa. 

If you weren’t so hyper-focused on your own sexual melodrama, you would have noticed the thick silence that fell between the two of you, Taehyung’s face contorting into fifty different emotions within a few seconds. He thought that he had heard it all — from the secrets hidden in Machu Picchu to the obvious extraterrestrial influence on earthy religion — but no amount of bad documentaries could ever prepare him for that revelation. That didn’t make any sense. 

“Wait. Seriously?” He finally found his voice and managed to push his doubt out of his throat. “You’ve never had an orgasm before?”

You chuckled, humorless. “Oh no, I’ve had plenty of those. Just not from another person.” 

“How’s that possible?” he asked. 

“I ask myself that every single day.” You sighed, forcing yourself to sit back up. Taehyung was staring at you like you had just grown two extra arms, and you wondered what an amazing sex life he must’ve had for that confession to get him so confused. “Guess I’m just really bad at picking partners, who knows.”

There was a soft grunt on your throat as you fixed your position on the couch, suddenly feeling the exhaustion of your entire day piling up at once. Your gaze mindlessly traveled to the TV — a big plasma monstrosity that Taehyung had bought compulsively during a Black Friday sale — looking at a white-bearded man pointing maniacally towards a specific, round-shaped hieroglyph. You didn’t even need to hit play to know that he was making it seem like it was an UFO, but curiosity got the best of you. 

“Can you pass me the remote?” You asked, pointing at the small device that laid beyond Taehyung’s body. “I kinda wanna see what—”

“I’ve made tons of girls have orgasms,” Taehyung interrupted, looking at you like he had just clicked out of a transe.  

You laughed at his monotone voice. “I’m happy for you, Tae.” You leaned over his legs so you could finally reach the remote. “That wasn’t a jab at your masculinity, I’m sure you’re a very caring partner, and I’m sure there’s tons of guys out there that—”

“I can make you cum too, if you want.”

You had just grabbed the small piece of plastic when his sentence hit you like a smack in the face, making you drop the remote back on the couch, eyes widening. “You… what?”

He suddenly broke eye contact, taking one hand to massage the back of his neck. “Did that sound as creepy as I think it did?”

“A bit, yeah.” You forced out a light chuckle, trying to break the ice. There was no sign of mockery in his voice, and you didn’t know how to react. You could not say that the offer wasn’t tempting (you’d be lying if you claimed that you didn’t think Taehyung was attractive), but his proposal was so oddly-placed that it sounded like a joke. “What are you talking about?”

Taehyung sighed, turning his head to look at the television. “I just think it’s really unfair that no one has ever made you cum before.” 

You smiled. “That’s very nice of you, but…”

“And I want to help you with that.” He looked back at you. Oh, he was being a hundred percent serious. There was no longer a single ounce of doubt in your mind. “We’re friends, it’s not gonna be weird. We’ve done similar stuff before.”

“We were a lot younger, though.” You didn’t know why your mouth suddenly felt so dry, your fight or flight response kicking at full strength. You could tell that Taehyung was also trying to convince himself about the strangeness of the situation. “It’s gonna be kind of weird, yeah.”

“Not if we don’t make it weird,” he threw back. Was it bad that you were actually considering it? Maybe it was the piled-up exhaustion combined with the years of sexual frustration, maybe you were finally out of your mind. But you were really considering it. “I don’t wanna pressure you, alright? Just making a friendly offer. If you don’t want it, that’s fine.” 

You kind of wanted it, though. There was too much accumulated libido inside you from years and years of unsatisfying partners, and you trusted Taehyung with your entire heart. It sounded like a safe enough bet: if all went to shit and it got too awkward, you two could just stop, no hard feelings. Besides, you knew that Taehyung cared about you, which was more than you could say about all your dates in the past couple years. 

And the more you stared at him, probably looking like a deer in the headlights, the more you grew soft under his presence. At once, you were hit with desires that you had never considered before: you wanted to kiss those soft lips, wanted to know how his large hands would feel around you. You really, really wanted to know how it was to have a good sexual experience with someone, and you couldn’t think of a better candidate than your best friend. Even if you still thought it could be seen as a little bit weird. 

But you also kind of didn’t care. 

You licked your lips, finally finding your voice after a long moment of silence. “How… how would you do it?” 

Taehyung turned his head and looked at you, noticing the expectation in your eyes. “How would you want me to do it?” He asked. 

You tried to think, but your mind was completely blank. What did you want him to do? What did you like? Suddenly you weren’t sure about anything anymore. “I don’t know,” you admitted, glancing down. 

Taehyung smiled at your nervousness, one of his hands moving to your chin and tilting your head up. “How ‘bout I start by kissing you?” He questioned, gaze flickering to your parted lips. “Is that alright?” 

There were no words in your throat, so you simply nodded, closing your eyes as he leaned in. 

Taehyung’s mouth tasted of vanilla and you thought, even for a moment, that you were in paradise. The second that his tender lips met yours, your anxiety melted away, giving space to a newfound flame of desire. Taehyung kissed you softly, sensually, taking his time caressing your mouth and drowning in your heat. His hand moved to the back of your head, pressing you closer to him and leaning your head to the side so he could deepen the kiss. 

He sighed heavily into your mouth when your tongues met, his other hand moving to hold your waist. The position on the couch was kind of awkward for kissing, with the two of you sitting side by side, so it wasn’t an unwelcome surprise when Taehyung tugged you onto his lap, making you straddle him. 

The kiss was starting to get hungrier, messier, a small whimper dying in your mouth when his palms traveled down to cup your ass, pressing you down against his semi-hard cock. Taehyung sighed and groaned at the feeling of you on top of him, loving the way that your fingers played with his hair, your body so perfectly tight against his. If there was any hesitation before, it had completely vanished by that point. 

It caught you off guard when he suddenly broke off the kiss to ask you, “Do you like any pet names?”

You blinked, taken aback. “Hm? What?”

He placed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You know, you want me to call you by something?”  

You realized that Taehyung was really taking that personal service to a different level, and you couldn’t say that you were let down by it. If any of your past partners had the dignity to ask what you liked, you wouldn’t be in that position in the first place. “I… like being called ‘baby’,” you told him. 

Taehyung smiled. “That’s cute. Baby it is.” 

Before you had a chance to respond, Taehyung’s lips were back on yours, a dreamy sigh leaving his mouth as your tongues met once again. Only a few seconds passed before he shifted his weight to lay you down, never breaking the kiss as he positioned himself between your legs, hovering over you. Taehyung started trailing a path of kisses down your neck, his large hands slithering beneath your oversized shirt and caressing the skin of your stomach. 

“Can I take this off?” He asked, tugging at your shirt. 

You agreed and, within a heartbeat, that piece of clothing was already on the floor, and Taehyung was diving in to kiss the valley of your naked breasts. You moaned timidly when one of your nipples was wrapped by his lips, his tongue coming out to play with it. Taehyung’s other hand was occupied fondling your other breast, tugging and pressing down on it, and the sensations were taking over your mind. 

“You have great tits,” Taehyung mumbled against your skin, switching to mouth your other nipple. 

“I’m glad you like them,” you teased, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. You were letting out these cute little whimpers that were making him lose his mind. “Feels really good.” 

“Yeah?” He asked, moving back to kiss his way up your neck. His tongue was hot and heavy as it danced on your skin, and you knew that those sucks he was giving you were surely gonna leave a few marks on your flesh. But you didn’t really care. “Gonna make you feel even better, baby.” 

Your eyes fluttered shut at the pet name — it sounded heavenly when Taehyung used it with his deep, honeyed voice; his warm breath hitting your neck as he continued with his ministrations. 

He kissed his way to your cheek, placing a small pec on your lips before saying, “Can you do something for me?”

You nodded. “What is it?” 

Instead of responding right away, Taehyung’s gaze fell to your lips, and he was once again attacking them. That time, you weren’t able to hold back the whimper that you let out, your panties already glued against your core with how much he was turning you on. 

One of his hands had trailed down your exposed abdomen, teasingly playing with the hem of your shorts. You held your breath when he tugged them down, bringing your underwear with it and throwing them somewhere in the living room. Taehyung grunted loudly when his fingers slipped past your folds, digging into your heat. His brain almost short-circuited because of how wet you were. 

He broke the kiss and looked you deep in the eyes. “I want you to sit on my face, baby,” he said, and his request shot straight to your core. “Let me take care of you, okay?” 

“Are you sure?” You asked. You had never done that before.

But Taehyung wasn’t sharing your reluctance. “Yeah,” he said, voice hoarse and eyes darkened. “Wanna taste you so bad. Sit on my face, please.” 

And you didn’t need any more convincing than that. Taehyung helped you get up from the couch so he could reposition himself on it, laying flat on his back and watching as you settled yourself above him, thighs on either side of his head. The couch was the exact size for that, a little smaller and you’d have one leg dangling off the edge.

Taehyung took his hands to your thighs, running them up to your hips. His eyes were focused on your pussy, and you never felt so exposed when he started pressing you down lightly, guiding you closer to his mouth. 

You held the back of the couch for support and did as he requested, lowering yourself until Taehyung had you flat on his tongue. Your breath trembled and caught in your throat when he licked a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, humming around the taste before doing it again. Taehyung was an expert at erasing your worries because, with a few more licks, he had you fully losing yourself in his sinful ministrations. 

It wasn’t long until you were whining out his name, your folds lazily dragging against his tongue as you started to grind on his face. “God, Taehyung!” You called out, hand coming down to tug at his hair. Taehyung grunted in satisfaction, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shockwaves through your pussy. “That’s… that’s really nice. You’re really good at this.” 

He moaned in response, closing his eyes at your words. Taehyung was eating you out like his mouth was made for it, like he was starving for your taste and you were all that he could think about. He licked you from your entrance to your clit, playing with your sensitive spots and enjoying the tremors of pleasure that ran through your thighs, his hands locked tight around your hips. You sobbed and cried over him, making special effort to keep your legs steady as you rocked yourself on his tongue. 

It was only when he decided to suck on your clit that you realized how absurdly close you were. You clenched your teeth and whined out, yanking his hair harder. “Do that again, please,” you asked and Taehyung, like the good friend that he was, was quick to comply. Taehyung wrapped his mouth around your clit in a way that had you trembling over him, licking and sucking on your sensitive nub like his life depended on it. “Fuck, that’s so good, Tae. Feels so good…” 

He moaned again, more desperate this time, and some part of your mind understood the pattern that he was presenting you: Taehyung really, really liked your compliments. And you had no problem giving away any more of them. 

“You’re licking me so well, Tae, you’re gonna make me cum like this,” you told him,  meaning every word you said. Taehyung was a Greek god beneath you, staring up at you with those dark, focused eyes as if he dared you to cum on his tongue. “God! You’re so good for me.”

And then your praises ran thin, because your mind was gravitating somewhere else — seeking for the high that was dangerously close. It was only when Taehyung started toying with your entrance, brushing two of his fingers on it, that you came undone, crying out his name like it was a personal prayer. 

There was a smirk on your mouth as you came down, a flooding relief that overtook you. You never thought that you could come so hard in your life, especially when it depended on another person, and you were so, so happy to be wrong that you could cry. 

With shaky legs, you removed yourself from Taehyung’s face, straddling his lap and watching as his lips glistened with your arousal. His pink tongue came out to lick them, a hum on his throat as he took in your fucked-out expression. 

“You did so well, baby,” he said, placing one of his hands on your waist. “Come here.” 

Obedient, you leaned in and sighed as his mouth met yours. This time, Taehyung didn’t wait to eagerly insert his tongue inside your mouth, making you taste yourself on him. 

He pulled away leisurely, his voice hoarse. “Can you taste how sweet you are?” He asked. “I loved making you cum on my tongue, baby. You looked so pretty.” 

Taehyung breathed out, planting kisses on your neck, one hand trailing down to squeeze your ass. You whined at his tight grip and pressed yourself down on him, feeling his hard cock poking out against the fabric of his sweats. 

Taehyung groaned at the stimulation, pressing down on your asscheek again. You rolled your hips on top of him, wincing in sensitivity as his member brushed your clit. “Loved your pussy so much, baby,” he continued, sounding like he was lost in a daydream, “I can’t wait to be inside you. Bet you’d be so tight for my cock, hm?” 

“Yeah,” you managed to speak. Even if you had just reached your orgasm, you were still aching to feel something inside you. You wanted Taehyung more than you could understand. “I want you to fuck me, Tae, please.” 

He breathed out, his hands tightening around your flesh as you rolled your pussy against his cock once again. Taehyung looked like he was one heartbeat away from completely losing his self control, and hearing you beg for him to fuck you wasn’t doing him any favors. “Gonna need to lie down for me, baby,” he asked. 

With a few more shifts on the couch, Taehyung had you beneath him once again, your legs open for him as he removed his shirt and pants. It wasn’t long before his cock sprung free from its confinement, standing erect. You licked your lips at the lustful sight, pussy clenching in anticipation as you took him in — Taehyung was big. Bigger than anyone you’ve ever had, that’s for sure; long and thick and already leaking for you. 

You would’ve cried out in need if he didn’t interrupt you. “What are you looking at?” Taehyung asked, the ghost of a smile creeping up on his lips. 

Your stare oscillated toward his own. “That’s why you have such a good track record, your cock is huge.” You bit your lip, thinking about how good he would feel inside you. You didn’t know how it was possible, but you were pretty sure the last time you’ve seen his cock — back in the dark ages of your freshman year of college — it wasn’t as big as that. Or maybe you just didn’t have anything to compare it to. 

“Hey, I just used my tongue on you, don’t ignore my efforts,” Taehyung teased, wrapping one of his hands around his member so he could pump himself a few times. The playful atmosphere swiftly shifted back, and, when he spoke up again, his voice was deeper. “You think you can take it?” 

“Yeah, I can,” you said. You couldn’t be sure, but you were sure going to try. 

Taehyung hummed, moving a bit closer so he could brush his tip against your pussy, coating it with your wetness. You closed your eyes in expectation, knowing that you’d love the stretch he would give you. 

“You want it?” He asked, a touch of desperation covering his words. Taehyung was nearing his breaking point, and the fluttering of your pussy on his cock was making him go insane. “Want my cock inside your tight little cunt, baby?” 

You nodded, frantic. The brushing of his thick tip on your hole was becoming too much, your walls clenching around nothing, seeking for something to fill you up. “Yes, fuck, I want it so bad.” 

“Are you tight for me, baby?” He was trying to prolong that moment for as much as he could, keep the pretty face you made when you pleaded for him to fuck you burned in the back of his head. Making you cum once was a victory he would take forever, but making you cum around his cock might as well be his life’s biggest achievement. “Ready for me to fuck you?” 

You cried out when he started pressing himself inside you, guiding his crown inside your pussy, then stopping. “Yes, Tae, just put it all in, please,” you whined, hands fumbling for support on his broad shoulders. Taehyung already had you clenching around nothing, you didn’t know what else he wanted from you. “Please, please, fuck me.” 

Taehyung chuckled, looking down at where you two met. He was only human, and his self control was short lived. “Since you asked so nicely…” 

Your back arched off the sofa as you felt the delicious drag of his large cock inside you, opening you up gradually, taking its time before filling you up to the brim. You gasped and sobbed at the overwhelming feeling, nails digging on the skin of his back as Taehyung groaned besides your ear. 

“Fuck, that’s so good.” He let out a shaky breath, and you swore you never heard his voice get so husky before. “I just slipped right in. You’re so fucking wet.” 

Your mind was an apocalypse of confused thoughts and forgotten exclamations, eyes fluttering shut as you dove into the sensation of Taehyung inside you — his hips angling backwards, tilting up just enough so he could move himself away from you core, only to come slamming back inside. The stretch of his cock was amazing, it was making you drunk, and all that you could think about was how much pleasure it was giving you. 

“So-So big—“ you muttered, half aware that the words actually left your lips. 

“How do you like it, uh?” Taehyung asked, his voice dripping sin and hunger. You could tell that he, too, was getting carried away by the feeling, his hips rutting themselves against you at a lazy pace. “Gonna give it to you any way you want it, baby.” 

You bit your lip, a small moan leaving your mouth when Taehyung leaned closer to you, distributing hot kisses on your neck. You swore you’d be happy if you died then. “I like it rough,” you answered. 

He groaned, apparently satisfied with your response. “Whatever you want.” 

Taehyung got to his knees on the couch, deciding to put one foot on the ground for support, his hands raising your hips to help him reach even deeper inside you. Faster than your brain could compute, the shallow, lazy pace he had sat was being replaced with a harsh, fast pumping that made you cry out his name, eyes closing in sheer bliss. 

“Tae! Yes, yes, just like that,” you sobbed, running one hand through your hair. You felt like your body was floating, every cell of your body overheating with the amazing pleasure that Taehyung was giving you. You never had someone fucking you so hard, his cock pistoning inside you, your body bobbing up and down on the couch. 

Taehyung’s eyes were glued to the bouncing of your breasts as he continued to fuck you, a deep groan leaving his chest. “That’s it, take it,” he moaned out, quickening his pace even more. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth opening in a silent scream.  “Gonna make you cum so hard around my cock, baby. Gonna fuck you until you cry. Want that?” 

“Yes, yes, please,” you moaned. “Feels so good, Tae.” 

“You like my cock, baby? Like it filling you up?” He asked and you could only nod pathetically, your entire body too fucked out to even respond. “F-fuck, your pussy is so good. Tell me that you love my cock.” 

“I love your cock,” you whined, feeling like a complete hot mess under his thrusts. “I — fuck! — I love your cock so much, Tae, it’s so big.” 

Your words motivated him to fuck you even harder, his member hitting even deeper inside you. Taehyung was getting lost in the stretch of your pussy around him, the glorious sounds you were making, the lust that coated your face every time you called out his name. 

“Shit, I don’t know how anyone could look at you like this and not want to see that pretty face cum.” He was breathing out hard, grunting every time your cunt tightened around him. Taehyung wanted to see you like that forever, taking his cock like a good girl, creaming all over him and begging to do it again. You were wrapping around him so perfectly, taking all of him so well, that he didn’t think he’d manage to move on from that anytime soon. “So fucking hot.”

Taehyung chased after your high like a starving man looking for food, experimentally changing the angle and force of his thrusts to see what would get the best reaction out of you. At last, after a pathetically loud cry from your part after he raised your legs up, it seemed as if he had found it. “I bet you’d be so tight cumming around my cock, baby,” he was thinking out loud at that point, trying to make sense of the pretty sounds and expressions you were giving him so eagerly. He wanted nothing more than to see you cum — it was personal at that point. “I wanna feel you cum around me, baby. Wanna feel it so bad.” 

“I’m c-close.” Your nails dug into his shoulders, eyes closing tightly. There was a light heat in your cheeks and sweat on your forehead that was making Taehyung wonder if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. “You’re so good, T-Tae, you’re fucking me so well…” 

Taehyung thought that he could cum right then and there, pushed over the edge with those sweet words alone. He loved being good to you, loved making you feel things that no one else managed to before. He was intoxicated by that sense of superiority, drowning in your praise. He wished that he could fuck you forever. 

“Cream my cock, baby, come on,” he pushed you on, his words hanging somewhere between an order and a breathless plea. You were getting so tight around him that it was making him crazy, your wetness coating his cock and dripping down between your legs like his own personal brand of aphrodisiac. “You can do it, come on. I wanna see you cum so bad.” 

You smiled at him, a cute, fucked-out smirk that made Taehyung go to heaven and back. “So good for me, Tae, you’re so big,” you said, your voice so needy and high-pitched. Your orgasm was looming over you, pressing down on your lower body and making you see stars. It was only a matter of time before Taehyung got you crying out his name, back arching off the couch and mouth falling open in delirium. “Tae! Fuck! Don’t stop, please, I’m gonna—“ 

But your warning came a second too late, because you were already spasming around his length, body shaking as Taehyung thrusted hard inside you. Just as expected, you were absolutely fucking gorgeous when you came — all quivering lips and rolling eyes —, and Taehyung was beyond satisfied to know that he was the only one who saw that pretty face of yours. 

“That’s it, baby, fuck.” Taehyung was starting to feel his own high approaching, called by the delicious tightening and releasing of your pussy around him. His thrusts were messy and harsh; his sweaty hair falling over his eyes like a cascade. “Can I cum inside you, baby? Can I fuck you full of my cum?”

You noticed the desperation in his tone and, with the throbbing of his member inside you, you knew that he wasn’t far. “Yes, please,” you said. “You were so good for me, Tae, you can cum wherever you want.” 

And it was that final taste of praise that pushed Taehyung over his limit; waves upon waves of cum filling you up as he rode out his high. “God— fuck!” He cried out, drunk on the feeling of your walls milking the last drops of cum out of his cock. A few lazy pumps later, and he was collapsing on top of you with a mumbled, “F-Fuck.” 

There was an instant of silence after his orgasm, the quietude only filled by Taehyung’s heavy breathing. You took one hand to his head, caressing the strands as a smile blossomed on your lips. “Well, I believe you now,” you said playfully. “I’m sure you made a bunch of girls orgasm.” 

Taehyung chuckled, breathless. “Thank you, I try,” he said, looking up at you. The darkness in his gaze was gone, and it was just your best friend staring back at you. “You alright?”

“I’m great,” you admitted. You never felt so good in your life. “You?”

“Fantastic, thanks for asking.” He leaned back so he could sit up, running one hand through his disheveled hair before saying, “I’m gonna grab you a towel, hang on.” 

Taehyung left you for a couple minutes before coming back to clean you up, tenderly wiping away the mess you two had created. After he was done, he discarded the towel on the floor and crawled back to rest on your chest once again. 

There was a comforting quietude that floated in the atmosphere, only filled by the muffled buzzing of his freezer and the vague sound of raindrops drumming on the window. You didn’t really know how to deal with that entire situation, didn’t know how things would stay between the two of you. But, at that point, you made the decision to keep those worries for the following morning and, instead, just enjoy his warmth radiating all around you. 

The glorious silence, at last, was broken when Taehyung started mumbling against your breasts.  “Hey, ___?” He called. 

“Yeah?”

“How many dates have you been on?”

You hummed, thinking for a moment. “Ever?”

Taehyung made a clicking sound with his tongue. “I don’t know, like, this past year.”

“Uh… like… five or six? I think?” You answered, looking down to meet his gaze. You knew that wicked expression very well. “Why?”

He smiled. “Because we have a lot of shitty dates to make up for.”

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

Con Man's Daughter

Posting this because there isn't enough biodad! John Constantine content.

[Masterlist]

(Part 2)

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I feel like this should be a Damianette story or just platonic relationship after Jon got aged-up to seventeen and Damian wanted a friend his age but doesn’t want to admit it.

So basically there is this big bad in Gotham using magic that Batman was fighting at the time and enlisted John Constantine to help out.

John realizes that the villain is using a Miraculous.

“Oh. I think I know how he gets his powers. And lucky for you, Bats, I know an expert on this special brand of magic.”

And he did the smart thing and called up Marinette who at the time was already Guardian and was looking for other lost Miraculouses like in the Treasure Hunter AU I wrote.

He calls her at a really bad time. She was in the process of being chased by the guardians of the place. Monsters and evil spirits.

“Hello, Dad. What do you need and can you do it quickly?”

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s me. How is my little cupcake up to these days?”

“You called at a bad time.” Gunshots.

“WAS THAT A GUN I HEARD? WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, YOUNG LADY?!”

“Somewhere in Japan. Getting a Miraculous. And why can’t you call me to check in on me and not ask me to help you with whatever mess you got yourself into.” More gunshots sounds and it was telling that Marinette was using a gun.

“Where did you get a gun? And don’t you have school?”

“It’s summer break. Don’t worry Maman and Papa know. Well, the fact that I am in Japan anyways.” Marinette sounded a little out of breath. Roaring and horrifying sounds at the other end. “Can we do this later?”

“As it happens, there is a villain going around Gotham with what I think is a Miraculous.”

Swears on the other end.

“Oi. Watch your fucking language, young lady.”

“How about a No and move the fuck back, old man. I am coming over right now.”

“Old man? I am not that old-” as a magic blue portal opens up in the Bat Cave.

And a red Chinese dragon comes out with someone riding it.

Its rider was a black-haired girl. She had a trench coat similar to Constantine's. I imagine her with a fedora. Like Carmen Sandiego style but not red. Sometimes red but only when she has to steal it from a museum or high security places and she leaves a name card with the name Carmen Sandiego. A sword strapped to her back and a dagger to her thigh.

She had a gun in her hand which she used to shoot the monsters as it was halfway through the portal and yelled out the spell to close it.

“Brilliant entrance but you are in lots of trouble, little lady. What were you thinking about going to another country unsupervised? And isn’t there still a butterfly problem in Paris?”

“One, I wasn’t unsupervised. I had Tikki, a billion years old being and a sort of god. Two.Well, it got boring trying to track Hawk-bitch down. And I found this legend about a guy with a Miraculous who disappeared in the temple and thought hey, more miraculous could mean another edge to defeating Moth-man.”

More bickering and John grounding Marinette who was acting very nonchalant about it.

Okay, at this point, I should say that Batman and Robin are in the background trying to make some sense.

Batman is surprised to find out that Constantine has a daughter who is also involved in magic like her Father but an apparently more specialised kind called the Miraculous. He is a little miffed that he didn’t know about John having a daughter. He did consider it weird at first that she had a slight french accent unlike her father’s Liverpool accent although she pronounced some words like he does.

He also connected some dots that she is also the Parisian heroine, Lady Rouge who Wonder Woman introduced to the League a while back and had declined to join the Young Justice or Teen Titans until everything in Paris was resolved.

Damian on the other hand was suspicious of the new arrival and came to the same conclusion as his father about the daughter thing.

Batman after a few minutes, clears his throat.

The Constantines stop arguing.

“Bonjour. Batman. Robin. Pleasure to meet you. I am Mari Constantine and yes, I am this homeless looking man’s brilliant daughter.” “Hey”

“Well, Mari. Your father thinks you can help us with this new criminal turning Gotham upside down. Literally in some cases. He said that you might be able to help us.” Batman said as he pulled up zoomed in picture of the Miraculous.

Mari looks through the Miraculous grimoire and tells them all about it and power-ups, basically the most effective thing to defeat the guy is to get the Miraculous off them. Plus a spell that would make the Miraculous ineffective if casted within a certain radius of it.

“Thank you for the information, Mari. Constantine, let’s go.”

Mari made to follow them.

“You young lady are grounded and staying here.”

“I don’t need another supervillain using the Miraculous which are my responsibility as Guardian to retrieve them for their own misuse and wreaking havoc on the city. And what if there is an akuma in Paris? I can’t go there if I am grounded in the Batcave although it is a cool place to hang out.”

“You can portal back to Paris but you are not going to follow me. Understood?”

“yes. crystal”

“Good. After me and Batsy get the Miraculous, you can do your Guardian duties.”

Damian snickers. Until Batman cut his mood short, “You are staying behind too. Robin.”

“But Father, why? I am much more capable than Constantine.”

“Hey!” Both father and daughter.

Damian is staying behind too because of the Miraculous power or other reasons and keeps an eye on Mari.

Damian stays behind and there were some protests about mari mad about having a babysitter and Damian doesn’t want to be a babysitter. Despite the two of them being around the same age.

“I got an eye on you so no funny business.”

“Okay, Dad, I am not going to have sex with Robin.” Mari said with a shit- eating grin. Robin definitely didn’t blush.

“I hate you sometimes.”

“I love you too, Dad. Go save the world. Byee.”

John eyes her suspiciously because she is not one to give up that easily usually.

He casts a spell to watch her as they leave. and which she totally knew about.

“So...I have one question.”

“Tt, ask and don’t bother me anymore.”

“Is Batman Bruce Wayne?”

Damian looks up, totally caught off guard.

“I am going to take that as a yes.”

Puts sword at her neck. “How did you find out?!”

“Opened up Google Maps and saw that we are under Wayne Manor. Connected the dots. Also I already knew when Dad made a bet with me once to find out Batman’s secret identity but he never did confirm it for me. And can you please not tell your father about this? I don’t feel like being interrogated by the Bat in the future yet.”

“Father must know about this.”

“I saw you looking at Scarlet here. An animal lover then? You can give her some belly rubs. She deserves it after helping me outrun those monsters.”

His silence was brought. To pet a dragon.

One thing after another and he ends up bringing out his pets-Jerry the turkey, Goliath the dragon-bat, Titus- and her introducing him to her other pets like a hellhound, griffin and other mythical creatures who mostly roam free but come to her when she calls for them and also the kwamis, at least the ones who came with her.

After 30 mins have passed, “So Robin how do you feel about disobeying our fathers?”

“I am in.”

“Depends. Are we going after the (villain's name) ?”

“Yes.”

Awesome montage of them getting rid of the spell John casted and flying out of the Batcave on their respective giant flying pets to the villain’s base.

Meanwhile, their fathers are not doing so well and are trapped in a death trap. John can’t say the spell because the villain made him unable to talk.

“At least, the kids are staying put.”

Cut to Damian and Mari jumping off their pets and onto the roof. Taking out the guards posted there and going into the building all sneakily and also taking out the guards that come their way.

They dropped into the room where their fathers and the villain is.

“Why am I not surprised?”

Villain starts an evil monologue about his mastermind plan to which Damian cuts it short by trying to cut him down with his katana. Mari goes to deactivate the death trap.

They are evenly matched with Damian’s training and the Miraculous.

Mari steps in as Damian was about to be killed. Taps on the shoulder of the villain and when he turns around, gives an awesome right hook that knocks him out.

Takes away the Miraculous and curses him. Wiped the dude’s memories of it.

“When I said stay in the Batcave, I meant stay behind at the Batcave. What point of being grounded, don’t you understand?”

“You mean, Oh, Mari, light of my life, my wonderful daughter, thank you for saving my ass. You are the best.’ by that, right?”

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Mari and Damian exchanged numbers and email addresses.

As she was about to leave the Batcave, “It’s been nice meeting you, Mr. Wayne.” and leaves with a wink.

John ‘ungrounds’ her for the look on Batman’s face.

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After this, Marinette and Damian become friends who bitch and vent to each other about their alter egos and various villains of their respective cities. (In codes, just in case) They also share updates about their pets and love of drawings.

They have that type of friendship where they trade favors. Mari calls Damian to Paris sometimes to help out with the akuma of the day and Damian sometimes calls her in when Bruce doesn’t let him go investigate a case so he can sneak out by magical means or as back up for when his brothers were too annoying to deal with.

It’s summer break so no missing school.

John and Bruce are aware of their friendship and some of the shenanigans the pair gets into behind their back.

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Right. how this all started...

John and Sabine first met when the latter was still in college somewhere in France. John was tracking down a demonic entity which was targeting Sabine for some reason and she was the next target.

John saved her life and exorcised the demon. There was a heat of the moment thing and they had a one-night stand. There were a few more flings and hook-ups after that night.

And nine months later, Marinette Cheryl Cheng-Constantine was born.

When Sabine first found out, she called John to come over and he thought that it was a call for another hook-up and was very surprised to find out that it was not and that he was going to be a father.

They both like each other but do not want to be in a relationship together so they both remained as friends and John agreed after some strong-arming at the very least to meet his daughter before he goes to do his job. And pay for child support. And help Sabine during her pregnancy.

Pregnant Sabine was someone you don’t want to mess with. And John has never met a demon or anyone scarier than her.

He was at first not into meeting his child and there was a self-pity party he threw himself with how the child was going to live a bad life because he was the dad and how he destroyed every good thing in his life.

That’s why he is going to meet the baby once and leave maybe a letter and the occasional birthday present and stay out of their life. Forever.

The day Marinette was born and it took one look into her eyes for the HellBlazer to fall under the spell and all of his plans to stay out of her life to burn away.

At first, he tried. He really tried but he couldn’t do it.

Lasted 4 months before he came back, wanting to place protection spells on her and sigils around the house to keep away the forces of Heaven and Hell and other entities so they won’t use her against him as a bargaining chip.

Sabine calls him to babysit. He could have refused and Sabine would have easily found a babysitter. He moans and whines about how he is a great mage and not a bloody babysitter. Sabine retorts that it is actually called parenting since he is Marinette’s father. He grumbles but in the end, agrees.

The great John Constantine is wrapped around the little girl’s finger.

He was around for some of Marinette’s firsts. Her first word was “John”.

It made him cry. He wasn’t a good man and he doesn’t deserve someone this precious. His daughter doesn’t deserve someone like him as a father but fate made it that way and what can you do about it.

After an exhausting week of doing the usual and coming back from Hell, he saw that Sabine had sent him a video. It was Marinette taking her first steps.

Chas swears that in all the years that he has known John Constantine he has never seen the man look so happy.

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When Tom came into the picture, John was there to take care of a toddler Marinette while Tom and Sabine went on dates.

Insert John threatening a much bigger Tom while holding a baby Marinette with wide eyes and hugging a teddy bear with the same coat as John’s. (It was something Sabine brought on a whim and to tease John when he came around.)

Tom is supportive and treats Marinette like his own flesh and blood.

John resolved to leave for good now that Tom would be there to be a father figure for Marinette.

That plan fell into the drain the moment he was going to leave for what was supposed to be the last time before Sabine pulled him back and knocked some sense into him.

His face was a big giveaway. Sabine knows that despite his claims of being a terrible father for Marinette, he was a good one and damnit she was going to make sure that Marinette would get to know her actual father.

Tom later made an awkward talk with John about how he was not going to replace John’s role as Marinette’s father.

Marinette was the flower girl at Tom and Sabine’s wedding. John was there too.

During bedtime, John would read her stories and use his magic to make it come to life. Although he would feel a little drained afterwards, it was worth it to see her smile.

Sometimes he told stories about his tamer adventures. (After cutting out some of the inappropriate bits)

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When Marinette was about 5 or 6, Sabine was out on an errand and Tom was at home with Mari and helping her with her homework. There was a crash downstairs at the bakery. Tom went down to check it out to find John lying on the ground.

With a weak cough, he said, “Close the door. Close it.” Before losing consciousness

Tom did before a man with pitch black eyes slammed against it.

Thankfully John had installed heavy wards around the bakery when it first opened.

They held against the demon on John’s tail. Tom brought John inside and unsure of what to do, grabbed a rolling pin on the counter.

The man outside started pounding on the glass door and every time his hands touched the door, light glowed outwards, showing the invisible magic barrier around the bakery. Sparks and steams fizzled with every pound.

Despite the reddening and burns of his hands, the not-human didn’t slow down.

“ʝօɦռ....ʏօʊ ӄռօա ȶɦǟȶ ɨȶ'ֆ օռʟʏ ǟ ʍǟȶȶɛʀ օʄ ȶɨʍɛ ɮɛʄօʀɛ ɨ ɮʀɛǟӄ ȶɦʀօʊɢɦ ȶɦɛֆɛ աǟʀɖֆ. օռƈɛ ɨ ɢɛȶ ʏօʊ,” He laughs, the sound sends chills down the large man’s spine, “ȶɦɛʀɛ ǟʀɛ ֆօ ʍǟռʏ ȶɦɨռɢֆ ɨ ɦǟʋɛ քʟǟռռɛɖ ʄօʀ ʏօʊ.”

Tom knew that Marinette’s father was a con man. Come on, Master and Practitioner of the Dark Arts and Occult. But he was a good father nonetheless despite all his flaws and Sabine liked him enough so that was good enough for him.

Before today, magic was just the sleight of hands and use of fancy tools to sell the illusions. Now, with a could-be-a-demon knocking on his door to get to the father of the girl he sees as his daughter, he’s not so sure.

“Tom? Qu'est-ce qui se passe? (What’s going on?)” A little voice came from the stairs, “Dad!” Marinette padded across the floor to the body of her passed out father.

She shook him awake and there were a few soft slaps to the face.

“Dad, what’s happened?”

John mumbles, “Demon…. possessing some rich guy….. Exorcism…. Doesn’t like me very much…Don’t worry...wards going to hold.”

John manages to stand before falling down and Tom catches him before he hits the floor. He has a concussion. Tom turns to Marinette, “Go, Hide and don’t come out until It’s safe.” which she did

Unfortunately, a while later, Sabine returns from her night out and the demon upon seeing Sabine. “ɛӼƈɛʟʟɛռȶ..”

The demon possessed Sabine and the previously possessed dude hit the sidewalk with a thud.

“ɨռȶɛʀɛֆȶɨռɢ....” The voice coming out of Sabine didn’t sound like her mother which scared Marinette a lot. “օքɛռ ȶɦɨֆ ɖօօʀ օʀ,”the demon pulled a knife out of thin air, ,“ȶɦɨֆ ɮօɖʏ ɢɛȶֆ ɨȶ.”

Tom hesitated until the demon put the knife on Sabine’s neck and put enough force for a thin line of blood to be shown.

He opens the door and the demon knocks him out. Stepping over his unconscious body and looking down on it, “ʄօʀ ȶɦǟȶ, ɨ ǟʍ ɢօɨռɢ ȶօ ʟɛȶ ʏօʊ ʟɨʋɛ ʊռȶɨʟ ɨ ǟʍ ɖօռɛ աɨȶɦ ʝօɦռ, օʄ ƈօʊʀֆɛ.” and cackles. The sound was so wrong and unnerving and little Marinette tried very hard for her sobs not to be heard.

Too bad the demon had super hearing. “Come out, my little blossom. Maman is home. Why don’t you come out and give me a hug?”

It sounded so much like her mother and she nearly believed that it was her mother and not some entity in control of her body.

But she knew better from John’s stories of dealing with demons and how they would use the voice of loved ones to lure them out and into a trap. (Definitely not something one should tell as a bedtime story but Marinette was very different and had an unconventional childhood with John Constantine as her father.)

Wait...she got struck with an idea but she wasn’t sure if it would work.

Before she could do anything, the door of the cabinet she was hiding in was opened and she was dragged out.

The demon lifted her a few feet above the ground by the collar of her dress.

It heard Marinette saying something. “աɦǟȶ ǟʀɛ ʏօʊ ֆǟʏɨռɢ ƈɦɨʟɖ, ֆքɛǟӄ ʟօʊɖɛʀ?”

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.” Marinette was now screaming the words at the top of her lungs. She repeated the spell over and over again with fierce determination.

John, being his paranoid self, taught her the spell for an exorcism, just in case. Demons spared no one, not even a girl.

It screamed “NO….” as Sabine’s body contorted in strange angles before a dark shadow seemed to be dragged down into the ground. It made a desperate attempt to possess John before it was pulled away and disappeared. There was no sign that there was a demon attack.

After John woke up, he managed to piece together that his 5-years-old (Sorry 5 and a half) daughter sent a demon back to hell.

He was a very proud dad. (He was a tad worried about the consequences from this event and demons hold one hell of a grudge. He wanted his daughter to live a very safe and happy life. The bakery’s wards also need an upgrade.)

He also got the job of explaining what he actually did to Tom. And lots of reassuring.

Sabine, on one hand, was not happy that Marinette knew how to do magic. That is until John told her that he did it just in case so she can protect herself and later it was agreed that Marinette can learn some Magic spells and charms to better protect herself and when she is older, she can decide if she wants to continue or not.

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(Part 2)