#i don't really know how to describe it it's like almost raspy but not in the nice way

[hollowisthyname]

ballad of jane doe update ..... #4 i think ? I SANG IT THROUGH TWICE TO THE RECORDING AND THEN GOT HALFWAY THROUGH ON MY OWN BEFORE MY MOM CAME BACK AND I HIT ALL THE NOTES !!!!!! AND I ACTUALLY KNOW THIS TIME BC I WAS SINGING WITH THE RECORDING !!!!!!!!! i need to work on projecting more and ofc it strains my voice to go up that high (especially Actually Singing Words up there and not just the wordless high notes) and you can hear that so i've gotta get my voice used to that so it sounds less strained but overall i am very happy with my progress :D

OH YEAH AND I GOT A VOICE TRAINER !! that's probably the only reason i've made any progress at all honestly , he's teaching me how to sing high without hurting my voice , sing louder and clearer , etc . and apparently i'm a soprano !!! not even a mezzo just a full soprano which gives me SO MUCH HOPE for singing this song so i'm very happy !!!! i am GETTING THERE and it's AWESOME

[spidernuggets]

Jason Todd x Reader

"And who are you to judge him? It's not like you've tried to get to know him. You guys just don't know him like I do,"

"I don't get it" Rachel says to herself, staring at the couple. You're sitting on the island while Jason's head is buried in the fridge looking for another brew.

"Get what?" Gar chimes in, following where Rachel's gaze was at. "Jason and Y/N? What about them?", he quietly asks, not wanting the lovebirds to overhear their conversation.

"Yeah, I think I'm improving, but I still can't get the landing right," you say to Jason as he pops the cap off of the beer he finally finds. He replies with a simple hum of acknowledgement while taking a swig.

"He's so..." Rachel starts, trying to look for the right words to describe him. "Rude? Self-absorbed? He's not even listening to what Y/n's saying," she whispers back to Gar, finally turning away from the two.

Gar tilts his head to the side. "I don't know... They've been together for a good few months now, right? We don't see them together that often, we don't know how they're like," he tries to reason.

Rachel scoff, sitting on the couch. "That's another reason why he's a bad boyfriend. We never see them around. Does he not like showing off that they're together? Jason being a cocky-ass person, he's the kind of person to flaunt around his partner."

Rachel turns back to where you and Jason were standing just to see the two of you were gone as she scoffs once more.

Gar opens his mouth to speak once more as Kori and Dawn enters the room.

"What are we talking about?" Kori asks.

"Jason being an asshole of a boyfriend," Rachel almost laughs.

"How so?" Dawn questions.

"How could you not see?" Kori says. "Jason's always brushing Y/n off, blunt, short replies, puts missions before them, he's hardly ever acknowledging their presence," She laughs, listing all of Jason's flaws as a partner.

"I guess I've never really notice..." Dawn says, unsure.

~Meanwhile~

"Jesus, you drive me crazy," Jason says, his voice low, grinning at you like a school girl with her crush.

You're on his lap, hands cradling his face, his hands on your ass with a firm grip. You're placing soft kisses all over his face, a quick break from the hungry make-out session you both were so busy with.

Your soft kisses trail away from his face, down his jaw and onto his neck, kisses and nibbling all over. Biting a certain spot, Jason lets out a quiet gasp along with a held back whimper.

You let out a light chuckle while continuing to pepper kisses on his neck.

"I liked that," You softly say, kissing against the same spot. "Do it again," you teased.

Jason groaned. "You're trying to kill me, babe," he complains as he captured your lips against his once more.

You sighed in content, breaking the kiss and leaving another lingering kiss on his forhead.

"Don't let them get to your head, love," You tell him quietly. The both of you are well aware that the other Titans (maybe except Gar) don't see why you would date Jason. You're kind and considerate while Jason is... Jason. Jason has told you many times that he wants to be taken seriously by the other members, hence his cold demeanour. And along with those explanations, came affectionate apologies of him spending all his free time alone with you in either his or your room, cuddling, kissing, properly listening to your rants and more.

"They're right though," his reply is delivered rough and raspy, a change of voice that indicates to you that he's upset.

You sigh, arms wrapping around his neck, burying your face in his meck, breathing in his distinct scent of faint alcohol and strong cologne.

"No they're not," you say, just above a whisper. "I get it, Jay. You want to prove yourself. But you don't have to prove yourself to me. Okay? You're more than enough for me," One of your hands move down, grabbing hold of his own hand, bringing it up to your lips for another gentle kiss as your other hands cup his cheek.

Jason sighs, leaning into, your touch. "I love you, okay, Jay?" He nods in reply.

"I..." He tries to say it too, but fails as his gaze shifts to the ceiling in guilt.

"Hey, hey. I told you. Only say it when you're ready, you don't have to force yourself to say it, Jay," I assure him. "Now," You move yourself off of him, bringing him down to lie with you as you rest your head on his chest. "You're supposed to tell me about this book you were reading," You remind him. He smiles once more, his arms wrapping around you happily as he starts ranting about his new book.

~

"You guys got it?" Dick confirms with the rest of the group, finishing up a debrief with the other Titans. Everyone nod and murmur 'yes's and 'yep's.

"Alright, everyone get to training," He says as he departs.

You turn to Jason excitingly. "You wanna train together, Jay? You can help me with the new move I was telling you about!"

"Not today. I'm gonna train with Gar," Jason replies.

"Ah, okay! Have fun, teach me some new stuff you learn, later, kay?" You reach up to his cheek, giving him a quick peck and a short "Love ya!"

He responds with a grunt and a nod and leaves you with a quick caress on ur cheek as he goes to one of the training rooms with Gar. Oh how much he wants to just pick you up and kiss you and hug you and hold you for all eternity.

Hank scoffs at Jason's reaction as he walks off. Donna shakes her head in disapproval as she followed along too. The other women in the room have their eyebrows furrowed, judging looks towards your boyfriend and crossed arms as they looked at you with a lovesick grin and heart eyes, watching your love walk away til he disappeared.

You quickly turn around, smiling at the rest of the members. "Any of you guys wanna train with me- what? What's with the looks?" You ask, confused.

"What's with your boyfriend?" Rachel hisses.

Your face scrunches in slight offence. "What about him?"

"Honey, he's..." Dawn starts to say though her words trail off.

"You can do better," Kori states, her hands landing on her hips.

You lightly scoff "Why's that," You say lowly, eyes narrowing, ready to defend Jason.

"Y/n..." Dawn speaks up. "We're just looking out for you. We just think you and Jason... Aren't the best match."

"We think Jason is selfish, rude and annoying, is what she was meant to say," Rachel said quietly, but loud enough for all of you to hear.

You roll your eyes. "And who are you to judge him? It's not like you've tried to get to know him. You guys just don't know him like I do," you barked, almost wanting to cry for Jason.

"Y/n, we just-" you cut Kori off by putting a hand uo, refraining her from continuing.

"No. No, no. You can talk to me when you find some respect for Jason." You coldly say as you walked away to train.

The girls looked at each other with disappointed and worried looks.

~

The team was on a mission that involved Deathstroke. It was wild and messy to the point where everyone was split up, and only some of the Titans returned back to the tower.

Jason is pacing around, alone in his room. He's covered in blood and bruises, but those don't matter to him right now. The only thing in his mind was

Where the fuck were you?

It's been two hours since he came back with Dick, Gar, Rachel and Donna but there were no signs of you coming back. Or of the others coming back he guesses. You're comms weren't working and you weren't answering his messages.

To piss him off more, Dick forbade him from going back out, knowing that Jason's impulsiveness would bring further damage.

"He's not even worried," Rachel says, sitting in the couch cleaning the blood of herself, noticing Jason's absence of worry.

"He could be?" Gar shouts from the kitchen, trying to reason again.

"Why are you even trying to defend him, we know how he is."

"He's our teammate, Rachel. We can't go off judging him if we don't know him that well," He says softly, trying not to get a rise out of the purple haired girl.

She scoffs and reply with whatever.

Dick and Donna walk into the room. "We got a message from Kori," Dick says. "The comms were breaking up but they're all safe."

Rachel and Gar sigh in relief.

Around half an hour later, you, Dawn, Hank and Kori finally return.

You're cracking your back and stretching your arms. Parts of your hero outfit is ripped and some of your blood that escaped your skin was dried and dirty and bruises littered your face, but you were always in a bright mood.

"She's finally back and bird brain isn't even running out," Rachel whispers to Gar as his shoulders sink.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna need a lie down for the rest of my life," You groan, cracking your neck.

Even from his room, Jason heard your voice as he rushed out and saw you there all battered up.

He heavily sighed in relief, running up to you, lifting you up. You lightly shriek at his sudden appearance, wrapping your legs around his waist, hands on his shoulders.

"You're okay... you scared me..thought you weren't coming back," he admits quietly, but as the other Titans stare silently in shock, especially Rachel, they heard him loud and clear.

Jason lets you down slowly and litters your face with kisses before pulling you in closer, attaching his lips to yours, finally not caring about the presence of the other members.

"Hello to you too," you giggle, leaving a kiss on his nose.

"You're hurt," he says, looking at your scrapped body.

"I'm okay, Jay," You reassure him. But he shakes his head, carries you bridal style.

"I need to patch you up," He says, giving you another kiss on the cheek before heading to his room.

"Okay, that just happened," Kori said in amusement.

"They're cuties, aren't they, Hank?" Dawn asks, looking up at the lover of her own.

Hank rolls his eyes and answers with an "I guess so" before they leave the room.

"So?..." Gar grins in success and amusement as he looks at Rachels shocked reaction.

She sighs and leans back against the couch.

"Yeah, yeah you're right, I was wrong. They are good for each other," She admits.

~

"In front of them too?" You question, sitting on Jason's bed as he wipes away any dried blood before patching you up.

"I don't care," He says, keaving you surprised. Jason patches up your last wound, giving it a kiss before getting up and cradling your face.  "Your safety is more important to me"

You lean into his touch, your hand coming up to hold his. He leans into you for a deep, passionate and long lasting kiss.

Breaking it, he leans his forhead against yours.

"I love you," He quietly but confidently say.

Your eyes brighten and you couldnt helo but break into a wide smile, feeling giddy like a kid receiving a oresent from Santa.

"I love you too"

[echobx]

Twin Flame 4 - pervy!bsf!JJ Maybank × pervy!bsf!fem!reader

summary: y/n and JJ nearly get found out, and they are both separately figuring out what they feel for each other

word count: 3.3k

warnings: oral (male receiving), ball play, fingering, emotional conflicts (?), y/n battling jealousy

author's note: I accidentally wrote reader to be a microlabel of aromaticism. It was not my intial intention but now I'm embracing it. the romantic attraction is called quoiromantic and it's described as not being able to differentiate between romantic and platonic love and therefore being unsure if one ever has experienced romantic attraction at all. This will still end in a way that we'll all be happy, so don't be scared. And also, I think we should all embrace to be a little more inclusive, even if it starts with an accident.

series masterlist ♡ part 1 ♡ part 2 ♡ part 3

   You had talked to Sarah, in secret, knowing she wouldn't tell anyone, but you still hadn't mentioned JJ in it all. She explained the feelings part to you, the dizziness, the warmth, the increased loneliness when John B wasn't with her, the way her heart skipped when he smiled at her, how waking up next time made every day seem a little brighter. 

   It gave you not much more clarity, though. You had always felt similarly towards JJ, he was your best friend after all. The uncertainty towards the whole thing made you not want to think or talk about it ever again. 

   Especially not when all you wanted to do was wake JJ by sucking him off. It wasn't uncommon for him to wake up with a boner anyway, especially not when you spent the night over. And maybe the fact that no one knew about your situation made it even better, because if they did, they would want you to act couple-y, and you were against that entirely. You weren't made to hold hands while walking through a park or over the beach. You weren't made to look at each other with love sick eyes and constant smiles plastered over your face. 

   No, you were made to give your best friend the head of his life as he slowly gained consciousness. Bopping your head and swirling your tongue, while your hand stroked the rest of his length, not being able to fit all of him unless you forced yourself to. Sometimes, when he got really whiny, without waking up still, you kissed and licked his balls while your hand took care of his cock. 

   The first time you had done it, he had woken up almost instantly, but now, he was better at keeping himself half asleep until he nutted. It wasn't like he missed much by not watching you, after all, you basically blew him just as much as he ate you out. 

   Sex was the only thing the two of you were good at together, and the friends part, but mainly sex. The shift from friends who fuck to fuck buddies that are also friends happened pretty drastically after that day at the lagoon. Neither of you complained, as your sex drives were at similar high levels. 

   “Shit, right there, baby,” JJ moaned, his morning voice was raspy, and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. 

   “JJ! Get up! We said we'd go fishing!” John B pounded against the door, and you looked up at JJ with furrowed brows, yet you continued to torture him with your perfect lips and throat. 

   “Fuck!” he hissed and leaned up, putting his weight on his elbows. “Gimme ten, I'll meet you outside.” 

   “Fine, but be quick about it. We still gotta go and pick y/n up,” JB yelled through the door, and you paused your actions. How could you forget about that? And how would you be able to make it home in time and still have time left to shower and change so you wouldn't smell like sex all day long. 

   “You wanna keep going?” JJ quirked his brow, and you sucked him off harsher, fastening your pace and hollowing your cheeks until he cursed. His legs started to tremble, and he shot his salty cum down your throat. 

   “Gonna repay you later,” he panted, lying back while you grabbed the water bottle next to his bed and washed down the rest of him inside your mouth. 

   “I have to go.” Hastily you put your clothes back on, unable to find your second sock and your bra, but that didn't matter anyway, you could pick them up next time. 

   “We could just let him know,” JJ sighed, still fighting to come down from his high. 

   “No. They'll ask why we aren't together, and I don't want to explain to them that it's not like that. They wouldn't get it,” you argued while tying your shoes. 

   “Forgot about that,” JJ murmured, as if he suddenly had a different opinion on it than you. 

   “Where did he park?” you asked and JJ got up to check the windows, first in his own room, then the bathroom and lastly the living room before walking back to you.

   “Take the bathroom. I'll stall him some more,” JJ sighed, and you nodded, but before you could steal yourself away he pulled you into him, kissing you deeply and making your head spin. “Be safe, all right.” 

   “See you in twenty,” you nodded and went to climb out of the bathroom window. 

   JJ wasn't a fan of you rather running away from him than facing the truth, but he couldn't blame you either. If it had been anyone but you, he would've run too. But it wasn't, and he was sure that it could work. He knew he could actually fall for you, more than just the crush he had started to develop. He knew he could be everything you wanted and needed. 

   He wished to just be honest with his friends, even if they wouldn't get it, because not being able to touch you all day long was taking a toll on him. Simply placing his arm over your shoulders wasn't enough. He wanted you in his lap while sharing a blunt, being allowed to play with the strings of your swimsuit, kissing your neck and lips and most of all admiring your body without anyone giving him a side eye for it. 

   When he walked out of his house to meet John B, his best friend groaned. 

   “That was twenty. You know, you don't gotta jerk off every fucking morning, right?” 

   “Fuck off,” JJ grumbled and got into the bus. The heavy weed smell of the bus was drowning out the last bit of your scent that he still had in his nose, and it annoyed him. He wanted you to be his, visible to everyone, and not just in private. 

   “Who crumbled your cookies?” John B huffed while starting the engine. 

   “Just not in the mood today. Let's just go,” JJ said while turning to look out the window. He couldn't really find anything truly enjoyable anymore unless you were with him. You were like a sickness to his brain and heart, one he truly couldn't shake even if he tried to. 

   Your house appeared in front of him, and a smile tugged at his lips. “Maybe this was how soldiers felt when they came back from war and saw their loved ones for the first time in years,” he thought to himself, while John B parked. 

   “I'm gonna go get her,” JJ jumped out of the bus before John B could argue with him over it. He strolled over to your bedroom window, pulling it open and climbing inside without waiting for you to allow him too. He could hear the water running in the shower and made his way to the bathroom. 

   Leaning against the door frame, he watched you, the clear glass door leaving little to the imagination as you fingered yourself under the stream of hot water. He was enthralled by you, how your head fell back as you came, moaning his name, always his. 

   You jumped when you opened the shower door to see him standing there. “Jesus fucking Christ, JJ!” 

   “Do your fingers even reach that high?” he smirked. 

   “High enough,” you stuck out your tongue, and he pulled you closer, grasping your chin and tilting your head back to kiss you. 

   “Got me all fucked up over here. Might need to use those pretty lips again,” JJ whispered against your lips before letting go of you. 

   “Is he waiting outside?” you asked, finally taking a towel and wrapping yourself up to dry. 

   “Yeah, I should go back out asap so he doesn't try to come in here too,” he mumbled. 

   “I need at least five more minutes,” you told him while roughly drying off your hair with an old shirt. 

   “I can fuck you in two,” JJ rasped into your ear, pulling your back flush against his chest, his hands firm on your hips. 

   “That would render my shower useless,” you sighed. 

   “How so?” 

   “I don't want to smell like sex all day long,” you complained softly. 

   “I love when you smell like sex. Literally the best smell in the world. They should make it into perfume,” JJ chuckled and kissed your cheek before stepping away and walking back towards the window. “Five minutes, princess.” 

   The day went smoothly, JJ managed to stay far enough away from you so it wouldn't be questionable, but also not too far, to not raise suspicion that you were fighting again. Both sides of the spectrum weren't to his or your favor. 

   The tricky part came later that night, when Kiara drunkenly proposed a game of Truth or Dare. 

   “Pleaseeeee,” she cried out and put her best puppy face on to convince you to play, but you couldn't resist her, just as much as the rest of your friends could. 

   “Fine. Truth,” you agreed, and she giggled. 

   “Last time you masturbated,” Kie hiccuped. 

   “This morning, in the shower,” you admitted freely. There wasn't much you were embarrassed about, and as long as the questions didn't get too specific, you could even talk about JJ without anyone noticing.

   “Truth or Dare, Pope,” you asked and when he chose dare, you made him shotgun a beer. 

   The game went on for a while. JJ had to talk about his favorite blowjob, and he happily shared the time you sucked him off while he was playing some type of video game while Pope and John B had been oblivious on the other sides of their screens. Maybe you shouldn't have grinned as much over it, after all he had done his best to divert their questions over the girl who'd done it, and you shouldn't ruin it for the both of you. 

   But the lightness was shifting as soon as Kie dared you to kiss JJ. You wanted to opt for a quick peck, nothing to draw any attention, but JJ was JJ. His tongue was chasing your own before you could remember why you really shouldn't be doing this while your friends were watching. 

   “Wow, okay. Maybe next time take it a bit slower, J,” Sarah laughed. 

   “Yeah,” you mumbled, sitting back down and trying to sort your head out. 

   “Who's next?” JJ asked, a proud grin on his face. 

   “Truth or Dare, J,” John B smirked devilishly. 

   “Truth,” JJ nodded. 

   “Who was with you this morning?” 

   “No one,” JJ shrugged, and it was almost believable. 

   “You had a bra lying in your hallway,” John B snorted a laugh. 

   “I haven't cleaned up in a while. Must belong to one of those tinder dates,” JJ shrugged. 

   “That makes no sense. Do you know how expensive bras are?” Kiara spoke up, pulling you into her side. “Tell’m how fucking expensive that shit is, y/n.”

   “Very expensive,” you nodded, avoiding his eyes, in fear anyone of them would draw a connection that you rather kept hidden. 

   “I'm telling you, I was alone. And if she doesn't want her bra back, that's not my fault,” JJ shrugged and kept on with the game, even though the rest of your friends truly weren't convinced. 

   “Do you have any cool scars?” Cleo asked you because you had yet again chosen Truth. After having to kiss JJ, you really didn't want to risk another dare. 

   “No, not really,” you shook your head, but before you could move on JJ spoke up. 

   “Don't you have that one that looks like half a heart, right next to your left tit?” 

   “And how would you know that?” John B raised both eyebrows and JJ knew he fucked up. 

   “Uh… we grew up together. She's had that for ages. Right?” JJ looked at you, pleading for you to say anything, but you just stared at him. “You know what, I'm completely shit-faced, I'm prolly confusing that with, uhm… what's her name,” he snapped his fingers four times, “Polly, from drama club.” 

   “You hooked up with Drama Polly?” Pope snorted. 

   “Yeah,” JJ shrugged his shoulders. He couldn't be a hundred percent sure that he had in the past, but Polly really wasn't ugly or mean, so he probably had at some point. His standards weren't too high when it came to it. 

   You didn't like to think about JJ having sex with other people, you'd never been particularly fond of it, but now it was even worse. When you thought about it, you felt like someone was pulling on every one of your limbs, stretching you to the limit of your capacity. It wasn't even something you thought you could enjoy watching. Maybe if you could be sure that he was still all yours, and didn't actually desire the other person, but you couldn't be sure of it and talking to him would make him think that you were in love with him. Something you didn't want him to think because you didn't know if it was true. 

   “Earth to y/n?” Cleo waved her hand in front of your face, and you snapped out of your thoughts. Clearing your throat and smiling at your friends as if nothing had happened. Just JJ looked at you for a moment longer than needed, concerned where your mind had taken you. 

   “Is it my turn?” you asked sweetly, and they laughed. 

   “You gotta pick someone?” Cleo raised her brow at you and you nodded. 

   “Yes, right, my bad,” you muttered and moved on, leaving the daunting thoughts at the back of your mind to haunt you later. 

   “I dare you to show me the last picture in your camera roll,” Kiara hollered, and JJ shook his head. 

   “Not happening.” 

   “Now we just wanna see it even more,” Sarah pouted, but you didn't pay much mind to it. You knew it was probably the latest dick pic he had intended to send you but chosen not to. 

   “It's nothing I should show anybody. Not my place to,” JJ shrugged and picked up his can, taking a big gulp of beer. 

   “Why?” she leaned forward, and John B had to hold her back so she wouldn't tumble over and land face first in the dirt. 

   “Because it's not appropriate, or of me,” JJ hissed back at her, and you furrowed your brows. You couldn't remember having sent him anything recently. Was he seeing other people? Was that why he was so scared to show them? To show you?

   “You know we can keep a secret,” you tilted your head to the side, jealousy was getting the better of you even though you truly didn't understand why. 

   “I don't think you would want to see it, or want me to show it to anyone,” JJ stared at you, piercing your soul in an unwavering glare. But you were too consumed by the thought that he could have slept, or even just thought about sleeping with, someone who wasn't you. 

   “I think we can take it,” Kie giggled. 

   “Don't say I didn't warn you,” JJ looked at you, almost apologetic, while taking out his phone and handing it over to you. His passcode was still the same as ever, your birthday. Your fingers swiped over the screen and when you saw the picture he had taken, you wanted to throw his phone into the ocean, never to be found again. 

   You felt yourself go crimson at it. The visual of you kissing his balls while your hand was wrapped around his cock. Maybe the only condolences you got was when Kie ripped the phone from your hands and asked who it was. Perhaps, with the slightest chance in the world, they wouldn't be able to tell. Your face was mainly hidden, the only thing that could give you away was the color of your finger nails. A bright neon green. 

   “Seriously, dude? That's from this morning!” John B exclaimed. “You fuckin’ liar. I knew there was someone in there!” You balled your hands, hiding your nails on the inside of your palms, digging crescent shapes into the soft flesh. 

   “Distasteful,” Pope shook his head and handed the phone back to JJ. 

   “How'd you smuggle her out? Through a window? Or did you tell her to wait until we were gone?” John B bludgeoned, and you felt like you wanted to go up in flames. Only Cleo kept her focus on you, and you really didn't like it at all. 

   “Is anyone cold? I feel cold,” you mumbled before getting up and walking inside, not waiting for a reply. 

   “Is it you?” Cleo whispered as soon as she stepped into the bedroom where you had sat down, JJ’s long sleeve shirt pulled over your body in the hopes to find some warmth and tranquility. 

   “Why would it be me?” you smiled at her, but you knew it wasn't convincing. 

   “Your hands, and you've been acting weird all day,” she shrugged, sitting down by your side. 

   “I don't know what you mean.” Lying was easy, but not convincing. Not this time. 

   “I’m not gonna tell them. But maybe you should start being more honest, not just with all of us,” she sighed, putting her arm over your shoulders. “There's nothing unusual about falling in love with your best friend.” 

   “I'm not in love,” you shook your head. 

   “That's okay too.”

   “How do you know you love Pope?” you broke out and she smiled. 

   “He’s smart and funny and kind,” Cleo went on and on about all of Pope's incredible qualities and how she really didn't mean to fall in love with anyone, and yet she hadn't been able to deny it when it did happen. 

   “I'm not sure how you can say that this, all of it, describes your love for him when I've always felt like that towards my friends. Maybe not as strong, but it's the same concept,” you explained. 

   “Have you talked to him about that?” 

   “Not really. We don't talk much about feelings. I don't want to. Why would I destroy perfectly good sex and an amazing friendship with the idea that maybe I could love him more than I already do. I grew up with him, I know every little detail about him. How can I not love him like I love John B or you or Kie or any of them. You're all my friends,” you explained quietly. 

   “Yeah, but you can't picture yourself making out with Pope or John B, right?” she smiled. 

   “That's different, they are both in relationships and not my type,” you argued. 

   “And if JJ was in a relationship?” 

   “I'd miss the sex, but he's still my best friend,” you shrugged. 

   “What if his new partner was against you being his best friend? Not everyone likes the idea of someone so close to their partner that they pose a threat.” 

   “Then I'd tell him to find someone else. Friends are for life. Love rarely lasts,” you were sure of it. Your life had never proposed anything less than it as the truth. First, JJ’s mom ran off, then John B’s; your dad had an affair when you were seven, your mom when you were ten, since then they had stayed together, without any side quests for all you knew, but they were still not happy. 

   “And what if you get both? A best friend who loves you?” Cleo squeezed you a bit before letting loose again. 

   “That seems rare. And what if one falls out of love with the other? Then you lose your friend and your partner,” you explained, and she chuckled. 

   “You should really have a talk with him about this. I'll keep your secret.” Then she got up and left you alone, sitting by yourself and wondering what could be if the world was built with unicorns and rainbows in mind, instead of reality. 

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[beelmons]

Number 30! for the love of fucking god, can you do number 30

plllllleeeaaaaaseeeeeeee

for the smut ask, I do not care who it involves. I just wanna read it.

love youuuuuuuuuu

cw; dry humping, phone sex

For someone who had trouble talking on the phone, you sure seemed to be completely glued to it, but who could blame you? When the person on other side of the line was no other than Spencer Reid.

"I really miss you, you know?" he said into the phone, his tone lowered to not allow his coworkers to hear.

"I miss you, too." you had been apart for almost two weeks, the last case being a lot more complicated than any of the team had expected "Although, there's a very specific part of you I miss the most" you said in a flirty tone.

After two years of dating, he had learned to keep up with your endless teasing, and your even bigger libido.

"Yeah?" you could tell his tone had changed as well "Frustrated without me around?"

"Don't get cocky, Dr. Reid" you tried to fight back "I get by just fine with my hand."

"Oh, I know the delight that your hand can be." he said, his tongue sliding over his bottom lip "But I also know that you like it better when it's mine instead. I know how to touch you better than you do yourself."

You couldn't help the blush that spread through your face and the heat that resonated between your legs, but you weren't about to give him the satisfaction. You weren't going to feed that annoying confidence he had developed since the two of you got together.

"That's a lot of talk from the guy that came within two minutes when we first slept together." you teased him. You could hear his offended smile all the way through the line, even if he hadn't emitted a sound.

"Well, you know, people change, they get better." he tried to argue in his denfense "In fact, I think I've gotten so good I bet I can make you cum without touching you."

Your tongue rolled over your lips in delight; it was safe to say you were intrigued by his ambitious proposal.

"Okay, genius, hit me with what you got." you said, your legs spreading ever so lightly.

"I'm going to need your cooperation for this." he began, his tone seemed softer and his voice lower, and the thought that he might be doing all that while doubling with one of his team members made you feel the more excited "I want you to close your eyes, listen to my voice, and do as I say."

"Yes, yes, you got my full attention, Spencer" you teased as your hand traveled down to land your fingers against your clit, trying to get ahead of his instructions.

"First of all, stop touching yourself, that's cheating." your face heated and you grumbled as you pulled your hand away; on the other side you heard him chuckle "You're so easy to read." he bragged, and it annoyed you a little bit "Okay, now, kneel down on the bed and put one pillow between your legs, use the firmer one, you will thank me later."

You abided by his instructions as you kept the phone to your ear, growling and cussing under your breath the entire time at his cockiness.

"Okay, it's done. Now, will you really get to pleasing me? or is this just an over the phone tutorial for knee pain relief?" you complained with the intention of throwing him off.

Your plan, however, did not succeed. He was fully focused, and he decided to ignore your words.

"Close your eyes." he instructed and you obeyed "Picture me underneath you. My chest is bare and you are caressing it, you can feel the way my skin crawls with pleasure, the pleasure that you're giving me."

As he spoke, you found yourself moving your hands as he described, caressing the fabric of the sheets beneath you. Without thinking, your hips began to roll against the pillow, bringing you a very needed round of friction.

"You can feel me so deep inside you, because baby, you've made me ready to burst." his voice had gotten raspy, and you wondered if he was trying to bring himself some pleasure as well; your voice was being held back, it was a little embarrassing without no one else around "You have never been the quiet type. I love hearing your moans when I fuck you, so amuse me, will you?" he prompted.

Your hips bucked particularly hard against the coushion at that request, and the moan that left you was sinfully loud. "Fuck, Spencer..." you accompanied your pleasure-filled sounds with a mention of his name.

"I'm right here." he groaned and had to swallow back a moan "You have my body all for yourself, I'm yours to use." he added "Fuck me until you cum."

You kept moving at a pace that was pleasurable to you, it had gotten steady, your eyes still tightly shut. You could picture his every word, you could have ever sworn the objects beneath you felt burning hot, just like his body would usually feel when you rode him.

"You feel so good..." you praised him; your cunt was getting uncomfortably wet, and you could feel your stomach beginning to tighten.

"You— shit." he cut himself short thanks to a moan that slipped past his lips; that was the confirmation you needed, he was touching himself on the other end of the line, you could identify the trembling of his voice no matter where you were "Y-You are making me go insane."

"Spencer, I'm— " you groaned, your legs boucing to a point that you could almost feel him inside you, even if he was not physically around.

"Cum for me." he commanded, and you were happy to comply.

Your hands tightly gripped onto the sheets beneath you, and your legs crushed the pillow with intensity as your orgasm ran over you. Your whimper was obnoxiously loud, you wanted to leave it engraved in his mind for the rest of the trip.

You heard him pant faster, even when he was doing his best to keep quiet, and you suddenly heard a muffled groan of pleasure, followed with exhausted quietude.

"Fuck. That was hot." he said after a little while "So? Good enough?" his previous teasing tone had returned.

You were laying face down against the mattress, too tired to move, and his cocky comment caused you to laugh. "I have never been more happy about being proven wrong."

[atxxokirina]

Pain Reliever (18+ MDNI) —

Lo'ak x Fem Na'vi reader

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Plot: You've been working as a tent healer for nearly six months. The role had it's pros and cons, but nonetheless, you loved your job. Crafting remedies, tending to injuries- anything that was related to being there for your people, you enjoyed. Once Lo'ak comes in with a specific ache in his shoulders, you decide to help him out, and be his pain reliever

Contains: Massage gone sexual, almost caught, doggy style, Lo'ak calling reader "mama", creampie, & Lo'ak making reader use their words. Let me know if I missed anything ;)

Na'vi key/Translation: Fpomtokx - health (physical) Tewng - loincloth

It was just before eclipse. Some time after the war party had returned. Not many were injured, and the most you had to deal with was a small gash on one of the warrior's legs. As you're packing your supplies into your pouch, you're interrupted by the tall, blue figure in front of you. You look up, tilting your head with a sideways smile.

"Hi, Lo'ak." You say in a sarcastic tone, shoving a tube of lotion into the bag. "Don't get too excited," he laughs, kneeling down in front of you.

"Do you need something? If not, I'm heading home." You sighed. Standing from your position, peering down at him. "Yeah, uhm," he spoke, diagonally rubbing his shoulder blade. "I have this pain in my back, think you can help me?" He stands with you now. "I wish you'd seen me sooner." You sigh with an eye roll as he smiles at your response.

"Alright, come on." You pat the cot. "Just lay down, I'll get to you in a second." He nods, strutting over to your cot as he plops down. "Thanks, mama." Your ear twitches at the name. "U-Uh huh. No problem.." You bend over to your pouch, searching your fpomtokx oil.

You knew him calling you 'mama' probably meant nothing, but the way he said it almost made you fall to your knees. As you pull out the closed tube of oil, you make your way back over to him.

"How long has it been hurting?" You ask, dotting the liquid into your palm. Lo'ak smiles warmly as you walk over, laying down as ordered. "Maybe a day or two? But it's nothing too bad. I'm still mostly fine." He lets out a tiny sound of relief once you apply the ointment to his skin. "That feels great.." Lo'ak groans quietly.

"That's good," you clear your throat, pushing into his lower collarbone. Closely watching as he closes his eyes. You carefully listen in on his low moans, keeping an eye on the way he bites his lips. It sounds like music when it's from him. You can feel butterflies forming in your stomach, and a small pool of wetness fill your tewng. "It really helps when someone else does it." He mumbles, still in a trance.

"Yeah? Well I'm glad I could help." You smile, pressing one last time onto his shoulders before you cap the tube. Lo'ak sat up after you finished. His dark auburn eyes focused on yours.

And, fuck, he is so hot like this. His entire body oiled up, and tender.. words cannot describe how badly you wanted him in this moment.

And if the Great Mother gave you a chance, you'd suck his di-

"Everything okay?" Lo'ak tilts his head to your view, pulling you from your deep thoughts. "Y-Yes, everything's fine. Sorry," You apologize, tripping over your words. "If the pain returns, please come see me again. I'll do my best to help you." You nod.

"Mhm. Yes ma'am." Lo'ak replies. His voice raspy and husk, almost throwing you in another daydream. Just as you turn around, you feel a large set of hands pull you back. You yelp in surprise, feeling your ass press against Lo'ak's hard on. You can hear his soft chuckles. He's loving your reactions.

Lo'ak stood from his seat, pressing into you more, and his bulge is more prominent with your pussy now. Without a word, he starts to kiss your lower back, slowly caressing your skin and holding onto your waist. He whispers into your neck before gently biting your it. "Mmm.. Don't go just yet."

You almost gave in to his advances as your eyes flutter closed, until you remembered where you were.

"Lo'ak, what if someone walks in.." You quietly speak before he claws into your pelvic bone, forcing your ass to press into his dick. "Shit, mama.. you think I give a fuck about that?" He groans, dry humping you now. You feel a fire bubbling inside of you, mixed with butterflies and the pulsation of your cunt. He pulls the front of his loincloth down, his cock springing out and lightly tapping your back.

Lo'ak continues to grind his cock against you as he begins untying your loincloth. "Feel me, baby?" He huffs, desire growing by the second. Eventually, he gets your loincloth off. Pulling one last string as it instantly falls to your feet.

You let out a full moan as you felt his warm cock against your ass. He holds your waist with one hand while fisting his cock with the other, teasing your slick slit. "Uh.." You quietly mewl, leaning your head back into his shoulders. Lo'ak smirks at your submissiveness. "Mhm, that's right." Your core parts are heating up with arousal. It's useless to resist now.

You start to buck back onto his cock, sliding back and forth as he held it in place. "Oh, fuck yeah.. That's it, mama. Keep that pussy on me." Lo'ak moans. His hold on your waist only becoming more firm. You whine in response as you get completely lost in the feeling.

His mushroom-like head is prodding against your clit, pushing an addicting feeling with each tiny thrust. "Tell me what you want." He demands, swiftly moving the hand that was on your waist to your mound, ghosting his fingers over it. "Ah- I-I want you, please." You whimper.

"Mmh.." He inches his cock into you, gently parting your lips as the tip slides in. He stops once his head is submerged inside of you. "C'mon, you can do better than that. Beg harder." He demands. "Please, please, Lo'ak. Just fuck me.. I want it so bad, I need it. Make me feel good, please.." You continuously beg, and it's simply music to his ears.

"That's better." He affirms before shoving his full length inside of you. You squeal as he uses your hips as leverage, panting with each thrust. Lo'ak's motion doesn't stop, he's fucking you like his life depends on it.

"This little pussy feels so fucking good around me." He grunts with a sharp exhale, throwing down one smack to the right side of your ass. You cry out, followed by a moan. "Look at the way it bounces back for me, shit.." He chuckled.

"P-Pleaseee, Lo'ak. Don't stop!" You cried another beg. "Ah..haah!- nghhh!" The quick rythm he's obtained causes your sweet spot to coil up, you gasp and mewl at every chance you get as his cock knocks the wind out of you. "You love this dick, don't you?" He hums, slowing down and grinding his hips up into your cunt.

"M-Mhmm!" You respond, completly drunk off of him. "Nah, say you love it. I wanna hear you, mama." His thrusts come to a halt, making you whine. "No, no.. Why did you stop?" You try to fuck yourself back onto him, but he holds you in place, leaning down to your ears.

"Say it."

His voice was deep. A type of deep you couldn't resist, even if you tried. "I love your dick, Lo'ak. Ah! I love it so much. Please, keep fucking me." You whimpered. It seemed to be enough because just at that, he goes right back to pounding you into oblivion. You mewl and screw your eyes shut, practically screaming for him as his cock twitches against you, closed in by your walls. "You're gonna make me cum if you keep squeezing me like that. Hmhng, fuck.."

You convulse. Trying your best to follow his pace as your climax approaches. "I'm gonna cum too! Oh fuck, fuck!" Lo'ak dug his nails into you, his low groans only helping your cum build up inside. "Fuck, baby. I'm c-cumming inside you.. Cum with me!" He threw his head down, pelvis hitting your ass while his warm seed filled your womb.

"Take all this cum, take it all for me, baby."

You whine as your natural liquids mix with each other, hearing it gush and seep out of you as his pulls out. "Fuck.." You sigh, immediately laying down as your legs tremble. He leant against the cot, looking down at you, his breath also absent.

"Y/n," Lo'ak starts. "I know you're tired but, we can't rest here." You mumble nonsense, far too fucked out to care about what he's saying. As he's fitting his tewng back on, he reaches down to grab your arms. "Come on, you can sleep at my—"

"Hello? Y/n? Have you seen my brother?"

All laziness jumps out of you once you hear Neteyam at your door. You shoot a concerned look toward Lo'ak as you heart pumps. He shakes his head at you, mouthing the words, "No"

You're internally freaking out. If you could ever magically disappear, now would be the time.

"Y/n, are you there? Can I come in?" Neteyam knocks again.

"No! No, he's not here." You hurriedly respond.

"Oh, well do you know where he might be?"

You look over at Lo'ak again for an answer. He shook his head. "No, Neteyam. Sorry." You gulp. "I'll let you know if I see him." You add on, a nervous laugh escaping you.

"Ah, alright. I'll see you later then." Neteyam speaks through the door one last time before hearing his footsteps fade away.

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A/N: hi guys, I know I've been dead for the past couple of weeks 😭 I was on somewhat of a hiatus. I've been sooo overwhelmed with all of the requests I'd gotten, (which is so stupid of me because I literally asked for them 🤨) but anyways, I'm back! And I'll be working on the requests I have currently, as well as the other fics I personally have been writing. Feel free to send requests ofc, but just know it might take me a while to write them. I love you all sm, MWAH 💙

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[lonesome-greenery]

You know what fuck it.

I don't know enough voice actors to have voice claims for the Aurora Comic, but I do have a pretty well-developed imagined sound to each character's voice so let's go through them.

Part 1: The Floof Squad + Vash

Kendal: I've always imagined him as very soft spoken given the fact that the first person he ever spoke with was Alinua, and he had to be very calm and quiet to be able to interact with her properly. Also, he's always got the people of Vash's voices going in the back of his mind so he keeps his voice quiet to mitigate a bit of sensory overload. His tone is always level, but he's got a bit of a higher voice that cracks at times since he's getting used to being a person and using his voice.

Vash: Confident, loud, brassy. It's deeper than Kendal's, but they both speak with the same assuredness that makes people say Kendal almost sounds just like him. He thinks fast and often times it takes a minute for his words to catch up with those thoughts, so sometimes he slurs his words together to keep up with what's going on in his mind.

Alinua: I don't really know how to explain it, but her voice is sharp to me. Her 'r's are harsh, and she makes a point of pronouncing her 't's and 'd's distinctly. She sometimes pronounces things oddly because she's had to learn on her own. Alinua's voice takes up space and she's tried so hard to make sure that she's real and not just a branch of life without a will of her own. Her voice is the kind that you can't afford to forget because she has been so afraid of forgetting herself for so long.

Falst: His voice could only ever be described as bright. He has such presence when he's speaking that you wonder if he's mimicking someone he knew once to seem bigger than he actually is. His voice isn't slinky like some cat-themed characters are apt to be. It's boyish, gruff, and has a resonance to it. He is what he is, and he isn't trying to mask anything with his voice. Probably hits best as somewhere between Joshua Ilon and Jack de Sena's voices.

Erin: He says just about everything in one to three breaths because he's afraid of being interrupted, but he'll tell you that he's just passionate about the subject. He's loud, and he speaks with such arrogance that you're sure he's looking down on you, but his air runs out at the end of a sentence and he trials off before taking a breath and finishing the rest of it. Every emotion is exaggerated, not in mocking, but trying to get people to see, hear, and understand him. It's an act. This is the voice he uses around the floof squad and almost everyone else, but sometimes his voice will become quieter, slower, softer, and it will deepen a touch because he's getting proper airflow now.

Dainix: He's got some gravel to his voice and it's definitely deeper than most of our guys here. I tend to think that his throat is often raw from the fire energy that he holds and that makes talking hard sometimes and depending on how recently he's ignited, his voice may be raspy to a certain extent. Sometimes he's whispering because it hurts to talk, other times, he's speaking at a normal level, but very rarely does he raise his voice to a shout because he associates volume with his emotional state and why shouldn't he when he knows the fire to be loudest at its most dangerous.

Tess: She's loud and sure of herself and she is doing it on purpose. Her voice has that nice bit of vocal fry on the end that mimics the hiss of energy that comes with the lightning she keeps in her heart. She doesn't stutter like Erin does sometimes, though he remembers a time when she did, and she never wants to go back to a time when she has to. Sometimes she'll forget to tone down her speech and it'll come crashing in like a rumble of thunder. Her voice is deeper than Alinua's and she makes an effort to sound tougher as well. Her tone is usually pretty playful but sometimes it gets quiet and you know that as soon as it gets there, things will get loud very soon.

[minhosimthings]

To bring the Stars down

Synopsis: In which you have a late night stroll with your lover

Pairings: Hyunjin × fem!reader

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff, mention of food, did I mention fluff

A/N: HYUNJIN BRAINROT WOOHOO. Look it's his fault HE JUST HAD TO POST THOSE BF CODED PICS ON INSTAGRAM DIDN'T HE. I'm telling you, they got instagram accounts to make us more delusional. Also I know this is really short but look my brain couldn't write anything more without me giggling every two seconds. This is for my darling @astraystayyh . May this make you as delusion as you make me everyday 😚

The night sky is an interesting thing isn't it? To describe the night sky is to describe a prism. Many sides, one surface, yet a thousand colours passing through it, making it a painting no frame could handle. And yet humanity has been afraid of it, fearing what the dark may bring. Of course it may bring chaos. But hasn't anyone thought about how it could bring calm? Calm as in to look up at the stars and wonder which one loved which? For when you love the stars, why would you be afraid of the night?

"Darling?" Hyunjin's eyes slowly shot open, feeling his legs being attacked by an invisible force, the invisible force being you, fidgeting around and twitching in your sleep. Hyunjin leaned slightly over to you, watching as your eyes were screaming to open up. Your breathing was shallow, and your forehead was covered with cold sweat, glistening under the influence of the soft moonlight coming in through the windows.

"Darling." He shook you by the shoulders gently, "Darling wake up." You could feel Hyunjin's warm hands caress your head as your eyes shot open, your body almost about to fall off the bed. "Nightmare?" Hyunjin whispered into your ear, voice raspy, as you sunk into his comforting embrace, like a ship succumbing to the sea. You hummed in response to him, not being able to get words out of your mouth. Your throat felt dry and all you wanted to do was stare up at the ceiling.

"Would you like to talk about it?" Hyunjin said, keeping his tone quiet, as if he was talking to a broken child. "No." You mumbled, as Hyunjin drew shapes onto your back with his finger, "Just want you." It seemed childish to you, to admit that you needed a person to comfort you when you were upset. It was as if you were a child, throwing a tantrum because her birthday balloons were green instead of pink.

Hyunjin smiled into the crook of your neck, where he has buried himself, like a rabbit burrowing itself into a hole. "Do you want to go for a walk?" Hyunjin suggested, loosening his grip on your waist, "See the pretty stars?" "Please." You sighed, letting out a breath which was trapped in you for what seemed like a cosmic year.

You dressed yourself quietly as Hyunjin stood outside in the living room, having dressed himself at the speed of Helios' chariot. "Wear a scarf my muse." He picked up a scarf of deep red wool from the hat rack, an unusual place to keep scarves, "I don't want you getting sick and missing our pottery date this week." He added as an afterthought. It made you smile softly, the way he would try to cheer you up. It reminded you of the time you first asked him the lingering question, 'why do you love me for who I am instead of who I pretend to be?', and he answered with something that you swore would have been the cause of your tombstone, 'Because you cannot love a rose, without pricking your finger on its thorn." He kissed your forehead, "Because you cannot paint a picture without having a flaw." He moved down to your nose, "Because the stars would never be beautiful without the night sky." Great first kiss wasn't it? A memory you'd hold onto for all of eternity.

The wind was chilly tonight as you roamed the streets with Hyunjin, causally willing away time. The lights from the few shops that still remained open, slightly blinded you, as you could see the owners contemplating whether or not to shut down for the night.

"Wait here darling." Hyunjin squeezed your hand before disappearing round an alleyway, leaving you all alone on the bench. The streets were quiet, an invincible fact considering that it was nearly midnight. Your eyes lingered up to the sky, tracing all the stars which rested on it, quite akin to freckles dotting someone's skin. You spotted a peculiar figure along the far right. No one told you Venus would be visible this late tonight. It decorated the sky well, like the mole on Hyunjin's face, which you would have loved to curl up in, like a cat snuggling up in her bed.

"Ta da." You heard a voice behind your ear. Hyunjin was holding a bouquet of magnolias, with tiny periwinkles gently poking out the corner. "I got us hot chocolate too." Hyunjin put two paper cups down on the bench, slightly adjusting his scarf. You took time in amusing yourself on how his cardigan and scarf made him look like an old suburban grandma, who'd knit the prettiest sweaters for her grandkids for Christmas.

"What's going on in that pretty mind of yours?" Hyunjin interrupted your train of thoughts, stiring his hot chocolate with the plastic stick. "Nothing." You smiled, "Just you and your stupidly beautiful face." Hyunjin raised a hand upto his chest, faking an expression of shock, which made both of you laugh out loud, the sound echoing through the night. The winds of Notus, Boreas, Eurus and Zephyrus ran through time like an expatriate, as you sat and sipped on delicious, gooey, melted chocolate. The best invention man ever made, you thought.

"Want to talk about it now?" Hyunjin quietly mused as you edged closer to him on the bench. You let out a breath and let your head lean on his shoulder. "I had a dream that you fell into a blackhole-" you started to realise how silly it all seemed, "-and that you never came back and your last words were 'How could I ever love you?'" Hyunjin stayed quiet for a while after you said your words. "it's silly." You mumbled, wearing a defeated look on your face. Hyunjin turned to look at you, his face all pink from the chilliness of the atmosphere. "Well I guess I can't go to work tomorrow." He sighed dramatically. "Why not?" You chuckled, sensing that he was about to do something silly. "Because-" his eyes widened, "-I have to find dream Hyunjin and destroy all his paintbrushes! How dare he do that to the love of my life!"

Your face widened into a grin as you laughed out loud, holding your stomach. Hyunjin's eyes crinkled as he smiled widely, his plan of making you happy working. "You wouldn't ever destroy paintbrushes." You gasped for air, loosing too much in the process of laughing, "Even if they were owned by someone you hate." Hyunjin merely shrugged at your words. "When it comes to you, my muse-" he embraced you tighter, "I would destroy the night sky to bring the stars down."

[criticsstuff]

Counting the seconds (Series)

Addison Montgomery x freader

Chapter 3: hours

Words: 1.802

Summary: Back in Seattle you're not just dealing with a tumour, you met a amazing woman that is eventually going to change your life.

Warnings: in this chapter fluff and a slight panic attack , later I promise you smut, angst, cheating and more.

Updates: Weekly

A/n: Sorry I really needed long to Update. I WILL DO BETTER. Maybe. Anyway, have fun.

Part 1 Part 2 Part4 Navigation

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,Do you like women?" Arizona asked softly, as she leaned forward, looking into your eyes. Do you? You never thought about it, the idea of liking woman never even dared to cross your mind. You were raised to think that it's wrong to love the same gender but of course you don't have the same opinion as your parents today. But you? You thought about what you could answer to this question, it was a yes or no question. You would say no obviously.

»l don't know, I never thought about it.“ you confessed feeling really confused. You would've noticed by now, wouldn't you? You never felt so puzzled because of a simple question, honestly it kinda scared you. Feeling uneasy under all the observation you decided to leave. „It was nice talking to you all but I'm gonna go and take a nap, I feel really tired." you added getting on your feet. No one tried to stop you, probably they understood that you needed time to think. After they all said there goodbyes, you made your way down the hallway.

Finally back in the safety of your room, you decided to sit down for a minute or two. The confusion was still pulling on your whole body, making you feel heavy and tired. The possibility of liking women was new to you. Your parents wouldn't approve this change, if you would tell them.

Minutes passed by and you realised something. All these years you found women awfully attractive but you never thought about it as something to do with your sexuality. To busy thinking, you hadn't noticed Addison coming in your room. The tall woman immediately took note of your thoughtful state.

As she neared you, you felt the presence of someone and turned around, feeling your heart skip a beat at the sight. She was breathtaking, you couldn't describe it different. She implied to sit next to you and you happily agreed, making her smile. You scooted over to make room for her on the small bed, as she sat down beside you looking at you for a few seconds, letting out a huff.

„How are you?" you questioned, aware that she must be tired. You studied her soft features, now that she was so close to you. Soft that's what you would call her but she truly had a sharp experience, confidence was something she owned. Nevertheless you felt secure by her side, it was new for you to feel that around someone you just met a few days ago. She was beyond beautiful, so beautiful it can be intimidating but you felt drawn to her, like a lost puppy.

„l'm exhausted, what about you?" she asked, while looking out the window. Her voice was a little raspy but sounded awfully soothing and surrounded you like a warm blanket. It was hard, almost impossible to look away. She looked amazing in the pink scrubs, you would even say she looked cute. „l'm okay:" you muttered absently, gazing at her side profile. You could imagine how tired she might feel right now, being a doctor yourself. You tried to think of a way to make her feel some joy. ,,Are you on a break?"you questioned, leaning on your elbows to get up. Confused by your question she turned to you, being met with your cheeky grin. She couldn't help but smile as well and scoffed. „Obviously, why?"she wanted to know tilting her head. At that you got up, as your feet touched the floor you walked around the bed and reached your hand out. Addison looked amused at you but took your hand immediately. Her hand was soft and warm and you remembered that you never felt her skin on yours before . It felt good, really good but you had to focus, if you don't wanna embarrass yourself in front of this amazing woman. So you gently pulled her up, following every move she made with your eyes, until she stood in front of you. You should take a step back, you were so close to her, if you leaned in you would feel her breath on your skin.

Okay now you’re were just imagining, if you would lean in, the lips of yours would met the skin under her chin, as she was a bit taller than you. But that could be interesting to, her skin looked soft and you would really like to kiss all over it. You couldn’t believe yourself, it was wrong to think like that. You continued looking at her skin, her neck, her collarbone, wanting to know what it must feel like to let your fingertips run over her.

A gentle squeeze on your hand, pulled you out of your thought. Looking up you found the older woman already looking at you. She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow „ Are you alright down there?” she asked, making fun of your high difference. Realising she must have noticed you checking her out, you slightly turned your head away, looking down and taking a step back. As on cue, your cheeks turned warm, letting you know you’re turning red. Trying to hide your state, but still holding her hand, you made your way to the door, pulling her with you. To your dismay you heard her chuckling behind you, as she leaned down to your ear. „ You’re blushing, honey.” she whispered, making your heart skip a beat or two at the pet name. You weren’t sure if you could talk properly, so you just gave her a pouting look.

„Where are we going?” Addison wanted to know, as you two left the hospital. „Just for a walk.” you told her, hoping she would come along. She was, still holding your hand.

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Over the next two weeks, Addison came to your room every day to talk, go for a walk or grab lunch together in the cafeteria. You would enjoy this time a lot and still thought about all of your many conversations. You mostly talked about your lives before you two met and you learned a lot about her.

„Y/N, your surgery is planned for this evening, so prepare yourself and don’t worry, I will take good care of you.” Amelia informed you, while checking your chart again. Slowly you started noticed the time until surgery was getting shorter and shorter. The realisation hit you and it felt too real. You were going to have surgery. You were scared that something could go wrong, you could loose your ability to speak, hear, see, walk and it wasn’t unlikely to die. You already decided that you wouldn’t want to be hooked up to machines for the rest of your life, so as you came to the hospital three weeks ago, you made sure to sign all the papers.

As Amelia left the room, your fears pushed down on your chest, it felt harder to breathe. Your hands started shaking and you couldn’t think. It felt like all the air was gone and the room got smaller. Struggling to get air in your lungs, you panicked, pulling with your hands on your t-Shirt trying everything to help yourself breathe.

After a minute fighting, you felt soft hands taking yours, pressing down on each finger, trying to distract you. „It’s okay, breathe with me.” you heard Addison’s voice. She started breathing with you, still gently pressing on each of your fingers. „Everything is gonna be just fine.”she cooed caressing your hands. Slowly your breathing steadied and your hands stopped shaking. Finally able to look up, you meet her kind eyes looking worried at you.

„I’m really sorry, I didn’t mea-“ you started. „Shhh, come here darling.” she whispered taking you in her arms, laying down on your bed with you in her arms. She adjusted your position pulling you on top of her. Your head was on her chest as one of her hands caressed the baby hair on the back of your head. Her other hand was placed loosely on your back, holding you in place. It was the first time you were so close to her and if you’re honest it felt really good. Taking the opportunity, you hugged her closer and snuggled into her. Your legs hung around her middle almost hugging her. As she noticed your needy behaviour, she chuckled but didn’t say a word about it. After a few minutes she pulled the blanket up, on the two of you , tugging you in, caressing your back. You really enjoyed having her close to you, it felt warm and comfortable. Letting your eyes close you drifted off to sleep, relaxing completely in her arms.

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Feeling well rested and comfy, you started to wake up, stirring a bit in your sleep. You laid really soft, at first you didn’t realised you’re on top of Addison, letting your hands wander, as you woke up completely. „Are you enjoying yourself?” the older woman chuckled, amused at your hands caressing her side. At that you almost jumped, looking around startled. As you noticed your position your cheeks grew hot, making you huff in embarrassment. As you were about to stand up, you felt her pulling you down. „Relax honey, It’s fine.”she assured you, making you smile. At that you laid back down, snuggling into her. You never slept this good alone or with someone else.

But soon realisation hit you. „I’m gonna have surgery, what time is it?” you asked Addison, still laying on her chest. She started playing with your hair, as she took her phone out, checking the time. „Your surgery is in an hour.”she told you, trying to catch your eyes. You never told her when your surgery is, so she must have informed herself or she just saw it on the surgery board. „We can stay like this for the next hour.”she mentioned, looking down to you hugging her tight. You nodded exited, and looked into her eyes, as she chuckled at your joy about cuddling with her. As she stopped laughing, you stared into each other’s eyes. And for a split second you thought about kissing her, licking at her bottom lip, pulling her in until all of the air left your lungs. The minutes flew by, with the two of you just looking at each other, enjoying the calm moment.

„You’re warm.” you let her know, making her smile. She is really beautiful, you thought. Again you wanted to lay your lips on hers, the image playing in your head over and over. Making you blush and hide your head under her chin, you snuggled your face between her neck and shoulder, smelling her perfume.

Strangely you wanted to stay like this forever, in her arms. But for now, one hour is enough.

[seeyouinaminute3000]

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Warning: poorly written, making out, lots of "you".

A/N: It's been awhile since I last updated this story! I know there's a downgrade on my writing but I'm trying to do something about it :')) enjoy reading tho!!

The team gathered around the hall when Fury introduced you to them. Offering their hands as they greet you. Some shook your hand and some kissed the back of it.

Although a certain emerald eyes caught your interest— staring right at you is Natasha

Romanoff herself, THE Black Widow.

"Agent Romanoff" she nod at you as an acknowledgement of your greeting before walking past you.

Your nerves seems to be tensed when you were facing her. The atmosphere was silent— too silent before Tony finally clicked his tongue.

"Don't think too much about Romanoff, she isn't actually good at this." He stated.

"Also she could be worse than that" Sam added.

Both of them sharing a laugh earning a glare from the captain.

"What, capsicle? I just remembered Romanoff flipped a new intern right after introducing themselves. She said it was a test." Tony shrugged.

Ever since you were recruited by Nick Fury, many people took their likings on you, even your teammates once shoot their shot on you when Tony threw a party. Unique is something they'll describe you because of how different you are; personality, abilities— everything about you is admirable.

Weeks of staying in the compound and you rarely see Natasha outside of the gym or maybe she's just an early bird and you're a heavy sleeper, in that way your schedules won't definitely match.

As you're making yourself a cup of coffee, someone placed a hand on your exposed waist due to the cropped tank top you're wearing, causing you to freeze on your spot. Meanwhile, the person was just reaching for a mug that is in the cupboard which you are in under.

Great

A raspy voice groggily let out an apology after they noticed you tensed under their touch. You look to your side and see Natasha pouring herself a coffee.

"That's—" before you could finish your sentence she's staring right at you, drinking your coffee.

"I'll just make one again" you sighed and she apologized once again.

After that you made sure to yourself that you'll wake up early, failing almost everyday, you changed your motto; "at least I get to talk with Natasha if I wake up early."

The interactions with Natasha were noticed by some of your colleagues— Her arms clinging on your shoulder as she play with your hair during movie nights, sitting on the beanbag you're in instead of the ones unoccupied, her hands on one of your legs during team meetings, and making coffee side by side as if it requires two person to make.

Natasha never noticed how clingy she is when it comes to you, even the team teased you about it whenever she's not around.

"Come on, Y/N. She's like your personal koala now." Bucky snorted a laugh and you threw a pillow on his face using your power causing him to fall out of your bed. Cons of sitting on the corner of the bed.

This time, you didn't get the chance to talk to her when Steve begged you to fix his laptop since Tony is out on a mission and he got a letter from Fury that they'll sent him in too.

You let out a huff when the device started to lag, there's a possibility that Steve accidentally pressed on a website that has bugs on it.

"Hey" You turned around and saw Natasha, smiling.

"What you got in there?" She asked.

"Steve's laptop is kind of crashing and I don't have the patience to do this right now" you admitted, you're really not good at handling your patience especially when you're stuck in one place and alone— so you don't actually mind Natasha around.

"Here, let me help you" she stood behind your back and leaned in, a hand placed on your waist as support and the other one on the mouse connected to the laptop.

Her front is pressed on your back, she's warm.

Thumb brushing on your skin absentmindedly as she starts working on the laptop— few clicks and it's done.

"I spent hours on that by the way" you muttered under your breath.She probably realized where her hand is and withdrew it from you. She bid her goodbye and went to the gym.

That was three days ago, now she's ignoring you.

Every time you enter the room she'll excuse herself. She wakes up earlier than usual and always out for a run of a walk that sometimes lasts for an hour or three.

You saw him with Bruce laughing in the kitchen, her favorite mug in hands as Bruce offered her coffee. That used to be us— wait I'm not supposed to feel this way. Natasha and I are just friends, right?

She saw you looking from afar, when your gaze met, you huffed and rolled your eyes before going back to your room. It's your turn to ignore her; staying with Tony inside his lab but today is different, Bruce is here too.

"So, you and Romanoff?" You questioned Bruce as soon as Tony left the lab.

The man scratched the back of his head before answering,

"It's complicated" With that, you decided it's much better to roam the streets of New York. What is this feeling.

You love telling your best friend that someday you'll live in a big city, before you left your hometown.

"What the—" You looked at the person holding your wrist, Maria.

"Urgent mission" She whispered on your ear.

It's too sudden but you're stuck inside the compound for too long now, Fury assigned you on a mission for the first time— get the intel and leave the basement, that's all. But they never mentioned that you'll do it with the red head.

You finished it earlier than you two expected— anxiety starts to bubble up inside you out of nowhere, the eerie silence makes you uncomfortable plus the presence of Natasha behind you.

You felt her poking your shoulder and you stopped on your tracks.

"What is it?" You said as quiet as possible. You never meant to say it that coldly.

' It's complicated ' Your brain mocking Banner's answer.

Alarms went out alerting both you and Natasha, armed men swarming the place— shit.

Your eyes glowing green when you felt your power surging through your veins.

"Fire!" A man shouted and bullets made their way towards your direction, casting a force field that turns it into green dusts Natasha was shocked beside you.

The team never saw you using your powers before and that makes Natasha the first one to witness it.

You turned the green dusts into spears and sent it back to the enemies, blood splattered on the walls and their bodies covered with it.

You grabbed Natasha's hand and ran back to the quinjet, it's too risky to release your powers further— it'll take a toll on your body. Still need to control that one.

You were a stumbling mess when you got inside the quinjet but few minutes after, you're completely good again. Natasha looked at you worriedly but she made sure to get the hell out of that place, put the jet on autopilot before checking on you.

"Y/N" she said quietly, caressing your face as she did.

You removed your face from her hand and looked down.

"Romanoff—"

"Romanoff?" Her brows furrowed when you looked at her.

"Isn't that your name?"

"I thought we're already way past that"

"As I was saying, Bruce will not—" You were immediately cut off by Natasha before you could finish it.

"Bruce? What is this supposed to do with him?" She studied you for a while before everything made sense to her.

Her hands made its way on your face again, making you look at her before closing your eyes and pressing your forehead to hers so that she won't notice your tears.

"You're such an idiot" she stated.

"Bruce and I are not together, Y/N" she added firmly and mushed your face with her hands, you're crying.

"You— you were ignoring me, Natasha. Then I saw the two of you together and I thought you're ignoring me because you're already with him" You explained.

"I told myself I'm not supposed to fell in love with you." You sighed before you felt her lips pressed against yours.

"But I can't help it" You finished when she pulled away.

After the mission, the two of you are back to your old routine but this time you're dating THE Natasha Romanoff although the team doesn't know yet. Not until,

"Fuck!" You cussed out when you felt Natasha's hands inside your shirt, making its way to grope your breast as she trails kisses down your neck.

The show you're watching is already forgotten since you started your make out session with the redhead.

"Come on, lovebirds! Not on the couch!" Sam said, you flipped him off before dragging Natasha in your room.

[sparklingdemon]

Hello! so sorry to intrude again. I do wonder what you think the ghost's voices would sound like?

As of now, i've been imagining Pikachu's voice as a young boy, always cheerful, of course. sounds almost mocking/sarcastic but you know they 100% are genuine in their words. almost always starts their sentence on a high tone.

For Blastoise, i think has a echo/reverb to thier voice, also a more male leaning voice, but can have a surprisingly high voice when surprised or upset. sometimes their voice comes like they're speaking underwater.

Charizard's is deep gravelly voice. speaks like they're always disappointed or frustrated of course. i think her voice is 'hoarse' also from yelling so much sometimes. sounds like she's spitting when she talks too. a subtle hiss.

as for cody's voice in my head, i have no idea how to describe their voice, but it's certainly not a 10 year old's voice, that's for sure! not sure if its high or low in tone. middle tone, but sometimes more deep?

i think those are all really fun ideas! i like them a lot!

the only things i'd like to add add is that pikachu actually sounds so young that their voice is p androgynous. you probably wouldn't be able to tell what gender they are just from their voice. (though if i Had to give em an adult voice actor, they'd probably be a woman bc that's standard for both child characters, and for pikachu's VA in general. think the collector from owl house, probably.)

blastoise's voice probably croaks from how low and quiet he talks. i don't personally imagine him getting a high voice when distressed, but i do like the idea that his voice sounds like it's coming from underwater!

charizard's voice is probably 100% on point! though she's angry all of the time, it's clear that she's also trying to keep herself reigned in…

cody's kind of complicated - i do think that in-universe, they do in fact have a child's voice and they hate it SO MUCH. they purposefully make it sound whispery, raspy and strained, trying to make it sound deeper than it actually is. (like pikachu, i imagine their voice would be afab if i had to assign them a VA) the closest thing i can compare their voice to is if a young girl was trying to pull off a shadow the hedgehog impression and failing miserably to reach the lower range they want, haha.

[stxrmylxve]

Ran (p2 of 2)

If you don’t remember… :

@tenjikusstuff: omg i never requested anyone i just don't know how request work...but like. ANYTHING with Ran makes my knees week. From the most angsty thing to the most fluff thoot sweet one. I just love him THAT much. And same gors for Hanma fucking Shuji. These beanpoles have my heart attached to strings.

So basically I saw an alphabet thing where people did every letter for something regarding a character? Idk if that makes sense lol but here’s where I got credit from; (sfw) (nsfw)

A - Aftercare This poor man. He switches from ruthless to being the most worrisome man in the world. You might doze off, but you will wake up to food and water and be wrapped up in a blanket while he lies cold behind you.

B - Bff Similar to how he is as a bf, I think he would worry 24/7. He knew you were a little oblivious at times and couldn't help but hope no one bothered you while he was away from you.

C - Cum (legit so awkward to write this cause its interesting to describe lol) He has a bit of a shitty diet so this reflects that lol. It's more clear than anything else and sticks to legit everything. Still enjoyable to take in LOL

D - Domestic (settling down) If you were ready, he would be too. He likes to cook, especially with you, and wouldn't mind taking on the house-husband role outside of work.

E - Experience Might seem like big shit but is probably truly learning with you, prove me wrong. He might have a club, see ladies, and get bitches all the time, but sex? No clue.

F - Favorite Position Cowgirl's helper is a yes along with leapfrog. I think just anything to where he could see your body react to him would be fine. These are only 2 out of many though.

G - Gentleness SO GENTLE. GENTLEMAN. If you have a headache and you're into brushing your hair to relieve stress, you bet he is going to do it for you. Have stuff in your hands? He's taking them and walking in the door, he doesn't care if it's heavy, he's taking them.

H - Hugs? It might weird him out at first, but if you do it enough, he will ask for them every day almost.

I - Intimacy Not romantic enough to have music playing or anything, but he might light your favorite candle and take a bath with you...

J - Jealousy If it's in one of his places, and he owns a lot, he will get mad and fire any employee that looks you up and down.

K - Kiss No brainer, sucker for kisses. And if you pull his hair slightly? He's gone, buckling, like legit crumbles.

L - Location (to do it) Private places like the bedroom, not into others watching in public if he doesn't know them. Ultimately your choice tbh.

M - Mornings (with them) You can't tell me he isn't the one man we wish to wake up to. Messy bedhead hair, raspy voice, does the stomach scratch thing that reveals the slightest below the belt... AH

N - No’s (turnoffs) When a person doesn't care for themselves and/or their s/o bugs Ran sm. Also just not being a good person. Like sure, he smokes some, yeah, but he's not rude to people or bothered if someone tries to make small talk if they haven't done anything?

O - Oral (giving, receive) Opposite of Hanma, better with the mouth than with the fingers. Legit almost chokes on air if you give it to him.

P - Patience Surprisingly patient. Wants shit done but can wait if it's necessary.

Q - Quickies Perfectly fine with them. Although it's normally just a name since he likes to take his time and it turns into an hour in the bathroom instead of a few minutes.

R - Risks He's risky all the time. Like mentioned above, a little clueless when it comes to the deed so you might need to explain the quote 'risk' before he goes at it.

S - Security Cares about you SO MUCH. Ran >>>> bodyguard

T - Toys? He has them. They're still in the packaging.

U - Ugly Habits He has a bad habit of forgetting things. Important things. It could be a simple meeting, or it could be a bigger thing like forgetting to eat.

V - Volume Loud af. Doesn't really care if someone hears, but you're equally as vocal so... guttural moans every time with praises.

W - Would they be whole without you? Absolutely not. He would beat himself up, even if it wasn't his fault you left him. If he left you, it would only ever be because it was for your safety.

X - X-ray Girthy and 5-6 inches. Cute little mushroom top :)

Y - Yearning Depends. If he has been tired for the past week due to work, begs you for a taste. Ordinarily, honestly could care less if it's not important to you either. If you ask, ofc he will. But won't outright be desperate like when he is tired.

Z - Zzz Sleep for so long. IDK WHY HE IS SO TIRED??? Maybe it's just a bad sleeping habit that became a habit, he will sleep in most days and be late to work.

[atmilliways]

Dreams In Which I’m Dying (12-13)

parts 12 & 13 of 16 | 793 & 122 words | Teen +

Donnie Darko AU | parts 1 & 2 | part 3 | parts 4 & 5 | parts 6 & 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 & 11 | part 14 | parts 15 & 16 (complete)

Summary:

Maybe Jason is right.  Maybe he’s been fucked ever since he met Chrissy at the picnic table behind the school.  Maybe he shouldn’t fight it anymore. He’s so goddamn cold.

(This does have a happy ending, I swear.)

12 - Lands

Eddie Munson lands on the stack of crash-pad mattresses he’d helped Steve toss through the gate a few hours ago. They’re shitty enough that he doesn’t even bounce, just rolls out of direct sight of the gate and lays there with his eyes squeezed shut. It’s cold, and the air is heavy with rot, and outside the boarded up diner the bats are still screaming and scrabbling to get in. 

There are other ways out. Other gates. If the rest of the Party manages to kill Vecna and all the creatures linked with him, it should soon be safe to make a run for one of them. Double back, maybe after tracking down Steve and the others (and that ax). Rescue Dustin. 

But Eddie can’t bring himself to move. Everything in his body feels constricted, from his lungs to his heart to his eyeballs, and he’s so tired of fighting it. So tired of getting back up again. 

Maybe Jason is right. 

Maybe he’s been fucked ever since he met Chrissy at the picnic table behind the school. 

Maybe he shouldn’t fight it anymore. He’s so goddamn cold.

A creak draws his attention to the far side of the empty diner, and his eyes move almost against his will.

There’s a Demobat perched on an old standing fan, silver streamers hanging limply from where they’ve been double-knotted into the grill. The thing has braided its tails around the base of the fan for stability. Unlike its brethren outside it is still and silent, eyeless head pointed his way and cocked as though listening.

Come closer.

Eddie knows it’s the bat that’s talking to him. Hearing a disembodied voice should terrify him, with everything that’s going on. . . . Except, Max had told them what Vecna looked and sounded like in her visions. This voice is young and smooth, not gruff and raspy like she’d described. And instead of wearing the face of someone from his past, Eddie’s been seeing this goddamn thing since before he knew what a Demobat was. 

Max had screamed in the graveyard; the bat had never done anything particularly scary, so it had never occurred to Eddie that Vecna had cursed him. It kind of still doesn’t.

He finds himself staggering to his feet and taking a few guarded steps in the thing’s direction. 

Closer. 

Up close, it looks just like the fuckers that had torn into Steve. The energy is different, though.

“What are you?” Eddie asks. 

A friend. 

“Yeah, not really sure I believe that,” he scoffs. “Considering how a bunch of things that look just like you chewed on an actual friend of mine.”

After a pause, it replies, I don't think what you see matches what you are looking at.

Riddles. Great. Eddie crosses his arms and stands up straight, just for the satisfaction of glaring down at it. “If you’re not a Demobat, why do you look like one?”

Because I don’t have time to look like anything else, Eddie. Look at your watch. 

He looks. The damn thing has been acting weird all weekend, even before getting dunked in the pool; now it seems frozen at a few seconds to twelve.

When it reaches midnight, the world will end. 

The alarms, Eddie realizes. He’d literally been in the Creel house with his watch alarm distracting him from the flickering lights. Every time his watch had gone off. . . . They’re marking off Vecna’s kills. 

At least that means Max is still alive. 

“Why me?” he asks. “I only got involved because of Chrissy, and this is round four of this shit.”

There’s a pause, and the bat dips its head as though listening to something that Eddie can’t hear. Because you were kind, it replies finally, sounding sad. You talked to a scared girl and did what you could to make her smile. Sometimes, that is all it takes to get involved. To see what you must do to help make things right. 

Eddie wants to sit down. He doesn’t. 

You need to wake up, Eddie. 

“I don’t know what that means,” he whispers, even though he’s never felt more like he’s living a nightmare. 

I know. The bat raises its wings. If you follow, I can show you the way.

Eddie hesitates, still aware of the murderous cacophony outside, but. . . . “Okay.”

He sees it before the bat even moves. Sees the path it will take, sees his own path laid out before him, anchored in his chest and leading to the diner’s reinforced and barricaded front door. Following means leaving the gate and the rope and questionable safety behind. It means hoping to do something that might help.

Whatever hope Eddie has left in him (to live, to win, to kiss Steve again) rallies. 

He goes.

13 - Cold (Reprise)

Eddie Munson is cold, and he doesn’t know what day it is anymore, and he ignores Dustin’s wailing protests. He did take Chrissy to his trailer. He did try to do everything he could. She died in Forest Hills instead of at Benny’s because he hadn’t known what was happening yet.

The cold is in his goddamn bones and he runs out the trailer door, almost tripping over the threshold with all the grace of a jet engine plummeting to earth. 

He runs, and he grabs the nearest bike, and he makes it as far as he can before the bats bring him down. With a scream, he turns to face them and braces for impact. 

And—

Wake up, Eddie. 

—He dies.

[batllethinker]

kinktober day 14

sadomasochism, tattoos, seduction (?)

Kate didn't really know what to expect when she walked into the tattoo parlor, Natasha had warned her that her tattoo artist was very flirty and the younger woman didn't miss how the blonde blushed when she talked about her tattoo experience.

So ofcourse she had to find out for herself and she was definitely not disappointed, Wanda was exactly how her friend described her, a charming smile always on her face and she would praise her so so much.

Kate was a flustered mess, panties soaking through whenever Wanda's hands grazed the side of her boobs when she tattooed her sternum or when she would praise her, the older woman's voice raspy and tone darkening just the slightest.

"You're doing so good for me, pretty girl" Kate blushed, eyes squeezing shut as she just tried to focus on the pain and not the praise or how Wanda's hands felt on her body.

"I-oh fuck" the younger woman almost whined, the pain was doing nothing to distract her from the uncomfortable heat in her lower belly.

"Do you need a break?" Kate was far too distracted to notice the smirk on Wanda's face, her amused mocked up by a sweet tone.

"Y, yeah that would be great, thanks" The older woman put away the machine, a comforting hand placed on Kate's shoulder as she opened her eyes and met those of Wanda's.

"Anything I can do for you?" Kate smiled softly at her, the older woman was still sitting to her side, eyes gleaming with something unknown.

"I don't know, uh anything would be fine" Wanda smiled back at her, one of her hands trailing up her thigh as her smile turned into something more devious.

"Would you let me fuck you right here?" Kate's breath caught in her throat, she could feel her entire face burn up, thighs clenching together.

"Yes.." Wanda smirked up at her before closing in and catching her lips with her own, greedy and domineering.

The older woman was quick to unbutton her pants, already finding her ruined panties.

"Oh? Did I do this to you?" Wanda chuckled, clearly amused as she pushed her panties to the side.

Kate whined in response, hips bucking into the other woman's hand as Wanda pushed two fingers into her, groaning against her mouth.

"Fuck, you're so tight, clenching around mommy's fingers like a good girl" the younger woman moaned, eyes falling shut once again as she succumbed to the pleasure.

[space-woomy]

2,4,6,7,10,21,23,24,29 for 3

Oh wow you really want to know about Molly (Light hearted)

2. Describe your characters voice, do you have a voice claim?

Molly has a raspy sort of voice and it's a bit deeper than you'd expect. I don't have a voice claim for them.

4. What's your character's favorite recreational activity?

Going fishing. They also like going for a walk and napping.

6. What is the thing your oc likes the least about themselves?

They don't like how they hate talking (basically they don't like their autism) they really wish they could just get out what they need tonsay and fully speak their mind

7. What is the thing your oc likes the most about themselves?

Molly likes their body and how they sound. Their comfortable with their physique. They also like how confident they've grown over time. Molly's gotten a lot better with being able to stand up for themself, and also with ignoring people being mean to them and not letting it affect them.

10. What kind of music do they enjoy?

They like rock and "AMV music". This is either music that are commonly used in AMV's or music that they imagine situations or animatics to. Like what I do

21. Hobbies your oc enjoys?

Fishing, and playing fighting games.

23. What are your OC's biggest flaws and biggest strengths?

Their biggest flaws is trying to do everything themself, and not communicating well. Their strengths are being physically strong, and being a good leader.

24. How does your OC handle death of someone they know?

Not well. They isolate. They'll almost refuse to talk to anyone and will stay home for weeks, maybe months depending on who it is.

29. When was their first kiss?

It was a but before ROTM. Molly and 8 go on a fishing trip date, and they smooch!

[sakebytheriver]

My headcanon about you is that hm... you have pretty eyes. I would say I headcanon you as having a nice voice but I actually have no idea what you would sound like.

Aww thank you ☺️☺️💕💕

I like the shape of my eyes, although I think I have the slightest bit of a lazy eye and I'm def insecure about it 😂 but it's honestly not as noticeable to anyone but me, I also like my eye color its really dark brown almost black and there's a black ring around the edge of my irises, but I also know brown eyes are not the most appreciated in this society 😭😭 other than that I have been told I have really big doe eyes and I look like an anime character, my father has told me I could do modeling in Asia because my eyes look Asian, but I also have a natural double lid from being whasian which is kinda what makes me look like an anime character 😭

As for my voice it depends on which voice I'm doing 😭 I can do a lot of different accents, but my natural accent is just a general American with a bit of a Boston twang underneath, I also have a bit of a strange accent because my mom was from Texas and my dad was from Hawai'i neither had real deep accents while I was growing up, but they definitely had some of their original accents underneath, lots of people who have just met them have commented on being able to hear some of their home state accent underneath. Anyways long story short I have a semi-boston accent and I say Hawai'i the proper way and say y'all and darlin' like a southern mother 😂😂 but if you wanna know about like the sound and cadance of my voice I don't think I could describe it, I can say that my voice isn't raspy, but I'm pretty good at making it sound different depending on what I wanna do with it, when I get high sometimes I slip into a million different accents while I high person rant about something nonsensical but that's completely unrelated to how nice or not nice my voice sounds 😭😭😭😭

[time-is-standing]

top 10 songs of october

aka it's time for spooky scary skeletons

1. astrid by glaive

this song is pure gold. I love every second of it. actually I'm sad because it's so short but I just can't get over it no matter how many weeks pass.

2. MISA MISA! by CORPSE, Scarlxrd, Kordhell

this song has already been on last month's list and I'm finding myself listening to it over and over again. there's something about corpse that makes all of his songs so enjoyable. his voice, the raspiness and this style is everything to me.

3. The Pretender by Foo Fighters

this song is the one that made me fall in love with my boyfriend all over again. even though I feel like I'm loving him more and more with every day that's passing by, there are super special moments like the one time we went to a party together. this song came on and he sang it all in such a passionate way that I still can't get it out of my head.

4. mr. nice guy by KAYDEN

this one I found from the same playlist that astrid came from. somehow I clicked on this one randomly and it was the happiest little accident in a long time.

5. Sick Of You by DNMO, Sub Urban

I started listening to it by the end of last month and it made it to last month's list. that in itself is a sign of how much I really love this one. it's such a great song with relatable lyrics and just the right amount of anger & rage to get me through these trying weeks.

6. Roadtrip by Dream, PmBata

this "old" gem made it on the list because of the dteam meetup and the vlog and other content they are making together. I don't even know how to describe the things I feel and the way it all makes me the happiest I've been in a long time.

7. Enough by charlieonnafriday

another one to cure my anger issues - because that's something I definitely have. sadly my bf gets most of it but I'm working on myself daily.

8. idfc by blackbear

I actually don't remember listening to this one, it just appeared on the list. I might've had a manic episode sometime this month because some strange shit has happened. but yeah, shit happens.

9. Heat Waves by Glass Animals

I still remember 2 years ago, just after I moved to a new city and started my own life without my parents. it was a trying time and it took almost all of my power to stay alive and get to work every day. one cold winter night I logged into ao3 and read a fanfic that changed my whole life. I smiled & I laughed again after such a long time. I was crying happy tears, I was just full of emotion while reading the lines about two boys who try to figure out who they are. and I'm sure that that lost little girl would be insanely proud of who she's became in two years time.

10. Still Waiting by Sum 41

"so am I still waiting

for this world to stop hating?

can't find a good reason

can't find hope to believe in"

this boy I'm dating makes me feel more and more secure with every day passing by. I can't imagine a world where I could feel this free with anyone else. and as we get to know each other and the relationship progresses, I'm getting some memories back from my past. and this song came with one of those memories. we went to a party and they played this at the afterparty and I finally was able to look my old self right in the eyes and tell her how sorry I was for what she's been through. I'm sorry I've let myself down.