#i’m bouncing around with all my ideas AAAA

[giddlygoat]

so much apple pie with cheese 🫡 i had this idea that willard mentions he loves apple pie and wallace, being wallace, builds a full scale automatic apple pie machine as a gift and willard . does Not receive it well

[mochiwrites]

AAAA that 3rd life drabble has consumed my brain so hard!!

I can't help but imagine the idea of scar forgetting all of it back on hermitcraft? (using the head-canon of grian being the only one to remember)

Like something about this depiction just makes it feel so much sadder honestly, I can't get it out of my head. It's just bouncing around permanently and I don't know if I should thank you or cry.

🥺 I really wasn’t sure if it was even gonna hit the way I wanted it to but uwahhh I’m glad it did :D

and ough… scar forgetting it all when they get back… T—T that’d be so heart wrenching

[daisylikesmedia]

Series 7 Episode 13 - Nightmare in Silver (haha I definitely didn't forget to give this post a title....)

Alright, only two more episodes of series 7B to go, and we’re going to be checking out Nightmare in Silver. This was Neil Gaiman’s 2nd and currently final story penned for the show, and with the Doctor’s Wife being SO good, we’ll see if this is going to be another bright spark in 7B.

Unfortunately, there’s a reason this was Gaiman’s last story for Doctor Who. His experience writing this episode left a “bad taste” in his mouth, as he felt that he didn’t have enough agency dictating how the episode would end up. Mostly everyone in the production thought that more changes should’ve been made, and that the finished product wasn’t up to Gaiman and Doctor Who’s standards (sources for these interviews are listed at the end of the review x). These comments are important, because they reflect my views on this episode. There are a LOT of cool ideas in here, but it just doesn’t feel like a very cohesive story by the time the credits are rolling.

To show this, I’m just gonna bullet point all of the things that were cool about this episode:

Amazing casting choices

A theme park?? In SPACE???

Cybermen my beloveds

Doctor vs evil cyber Doctor 1v1ing in CHESS

They fortify a theme park ride as their base of operations

Just the magic of 11/Clara and the kids going on a trip to a theme park.. (that scene where they’re bouncing around in anti-grav god i WISH that was 7 year old me).

And I’m sure there’s loads more sdgklj. This episode is overflowing with really cool ideas and yet you look at it all together and it doesn’t work all that well :(.

Daisy cybermen rant #3 incoming y’all know I love these metal bois they’re my faves but this is an episode that REALLY doesn’t use them well. Sure there are *some* references to conversion and we see it happen to a couple of the characters, but ultimately the episode isn’t using the Cybermen to platform and talk about issues around tech, it’s just using them to fuel a runaround. With so many other villains, this would work just fine, but turning the Cybermen into chessbots and soldiers just makes them less threatening. You should look at a Cyberman and fear the possibility you could become them, and I get that from zero of the characters in this story. Also the Cybermen don’t have emotions so my fangirl brain gets VERY grumbly when cyber-doc suddenly has bucketloads of sass sdlgkhj.

TL:DR/Overview: Nightmare in Silver is a rollercoaster of an episode. It contains some fantastic ideas that it has the chance to explore, but a mishandling of its core villains and a lack of care taken WITH those really cool ideas mean that once again we have another underwhelming series 7B episode. Not even Neil Gaiman could save this one 🙁. C tier.

Sources:

P.S: God I want Neil Gaiman to showrun Doctor Who so bad I know it’ll never happen cause he mentions in another interview that he’d rather just write the odd episode but aaaa sdgk;ljs he would be so good if given the creative control.

[tiredsystem-r-us]

Aaaa, I'm sorry to tell you friendo, but that's a pretty old post and I never ended up writing the essay unfortunately (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

From what I remember (which is a surprising amount given how bad my memory is), the main points were essentially going to be:

1. They have a lot of obvious differences and a lot of obvious similarities, and it makes complete sense that their differences would actually enhance their relationship (ie: I could absolutely see Remus's whole unrestrained nature being soothing to Janus because Janus is very used to putting up a façade, but he doesn't have to around Remus)

2. That even though most of the others see them as evil, they get along with each other. Idk, I just love that about them, I feel like most of the others would assume they didn't talk much or something but nope, actually they're in love! In fact, they're doing better than maybe any other relationship in the series right now, given how bad it is in current canon and the fact that they get along well enough to play DDR with each other (in Patton's room, no less, because Mischief) and just enjoy each other's company.

3. The idea of them getting along so well in direct opposition to the way most of the others think of them as evil is just so good. Like, back in the day I had a whole fic idea about this, but I really think the others would assume that the two of them either don't really talk to each other or actively don't like each other, and the idea that they're being soft and happy together in spite of that is just adorable.

Anyways, I'm glad you loved the idea that much!

Ah! Thanks for letting me know :)

I’m personally not extremely strong about ships in general but I saw the essay thought you’d had and was like, “another one” lol. I recently wrote a fandom related essay for school and no joke turned it in for a grade, so I’ve been thriving a bit with that type of mildly chaotic essay vibes /pos /lh

From what you outlined here, an initial response of mine to reading these points included:

“heheh DDR wholesome mischief go brr yes” and

“why does that sound like such an easy/simple translation of a portrayed interactions into head cannon or fics? It’s chaotically lovely how smooth that interpretation could blend out into fan works” and

“unhinged Remus and restrained Janus gives fun parental-friend vibes, like Remus hanging upside down on the fan eating chalk while Janus is sighing cause that’s the third time this week and then Remus bounces down and forces Janus into letting go and having fun for a bit cause he’s been stressed lately”

All of which were positive responses bc I’m a sucker for nearly everything relating to fandoms and favorite characters of mine from them (*cough cough* Janus *cough cough*)

- Nyren (xe/it)

[komoreangel]

𝐝𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

pairing: scaramouche x kamisatoclan!reader

scenario: when you least expect it, faces from your long forgotten past come rushing back to you…both figuratively and literally. he wants to know how you’re doing, but you can hardly answer the question yourself.

or....

dubitation: a deep feeling of mistrust. what does he want from you?

request: Omg I literally love your thantophobia (fic? is that what people call it?) sm 😭 can you post more of it like the ideas you said in the a/n at the end?

a/n: aaaa hi! i’m glad u guys all liked thantophobia :) here is the semi sequel i was talking about in the last one ! the title is still a wip so it may be subject to change - but how are you guys liking inazuma? i am very very sad about losing the 50/50 but its fine im fine everythings fine. anyway enjoy <33

genre: and now i give u,,, readers pov! reader reunites with scaramouche but is kinda dumb about it

you found yourself stargazing a lot these days

it was something you used to do with...him.

you had heard the news that the fatui had settled in inazuma from your father, and you weren’t surprised

being well read about politics and foreign affairs, the shogun, who had called all three commissions together, decided to let you attend the meetings on the situation

you were grateful she let you have your say, but you suspected it was only to get on your father’s good side

even she has to bow down to humanity sometimes

what you weren’t expecting was for the reports to say a harbinger had been spotted on one of the boats

the sixth harbinger, to be precise.

“father, what do we know of the sixth harbinger?” you asked

he grimaced

there wasn’t much info on this guy, he was a complete mystery

he wasn’t a novice, or a trainee by any means. he was a fully fledged harbinger, who had apparently been working with them for years even though he was your own age.

you didn’t think much of it, the militia your father dispatched would take care of it, one way or another

but then, while taking your nightly stroll to a stargazing spot, you heard conversation in the hills

quickly darting behind nearest tree, and kneeling in the bushes, you began to hear bits and pieces of information

“milord, are you sure it’s wise to take camp in these lands? they’ve got a vendetta against you specifically, more than most-!” a woman, who went quiet, seemingly shushed by her superior

“shut up. we’ll be fine, we haven’t aggravated them. they won’t even know my true identity. they wouldnt care in the first place.” the man seemed resentful, but for what reason, you couldn’t decipher

you decided to leave, the info you had was enough, and you didn’t want to risk being caught by the fatui

just as you began to make your way back down the path, the talking in the tent stopped

you froze, whipping your head around to see a dark figure behind you, wearing a large hat.

you began to race for the trees, praying to the shogun you would make it without him catching you

fate had other plans

you felt a jolting pain up your side, and fell to the ground in shock

an electro vision. a large hat.

was this the famed sixth harbinger?

“who are you?” he asked

he dug his sandal into your back, keeping you pinned to the ground, facing the dirt

“what did you hear, and why are you listening to my private conversation?”

he talked like he owned the world, and was just waiting for it to fall back into his hands

however you didn’t plan on going down without a fight

you’d stand against him until your last breath

you summoned an ice crystal via your cryo vision and whizzed it past his ear

he was startled, and his foot loosened

there was your chance

you slipped from under his grasp and summoned your sword, preparing to flip upwards and strike

he summoned a polearm to meet your advances, and you two battled to the edge of the hill

the moonlight was shining behind the woods, and he finally got a good hit on you, knocking you down until you gripped the cliff edge by your hands, struggling to get up

“well, as entertaining as that might’ve been, i can’t have you spilling all my secrets. so goodbye, now.”

as he was about to kick your fingers off, he glanced back at your face, the moon’s light allowing him to finally see you clearly

he faltered, clearly stunned by what he saw

“y/n?” he asked in a low voice

you’re not even sure he meant to say it, but you used that moment of weakness to grab his spear, pull yourself up, and bounce off the top of his hat

“goodbye, fatui.” you dashed back to the city, not looking back, just wanting to get away from him

you had no clue who he was to recognize you. you hadn’t even got a good look at his face

the man was left there, standing shell shocked, staring in the direction you ran to

“milord?” the attendant from earlier asked him

“who was that stranger? you seem shaken.”

he blinked, staring down at his weapon in his hands

“it’s...no one. there wasn’t anyone there.”

“are you sure, i swore i heard fighting!”

he looked at her with a glare that made her stop talking

even though he dropped the subject, he could not stop wondering what exactly had happened

and how on earth he’d explain to the tsaritsa that he no longer sought to destroy ‘everyone in inazuma’.

[solarwonux]

Wildflower || Lee Chan

chan x f!reader

w.c: 3.0k

warnings: smut, thigh riding, car sex, drinking, mentions of weed

note: another repost aaaa I’m sorry but good news my semester had ended so now I can finally sit down and write. Anyway, enjoy let me know your thoughts

p.s listen to wildflower by 5sos while reading this if you’d like.

p.p.s my requests are open so if you’d like one send them in hehe,xx

masterlist

The flames of the campfire burned making your eyes sting in discomfort. You blinked rapidly trying to regain the moisture back in your eyes but your efforts were deemed as unsuccessful. You sighed, placing your head on top of Chan’s shoulder, feeling him shake as he laughed at something Jun had said. The arm that was securely wrapped around you got tighter, making the butterflies in your stomach erupt, just like they did everytime you were in his presence.

“You okay?” He glazed over at you, his cheeks flushed pink from the wine he had been indulging in all throughout the night. “I’m fine, my eyes are just a little dry.” You assured him, giving him a slight nod of the head. “I have some eye drops in my car if you want them.”

“God, yes please.”

Chan grinned and leaned down. He placed a soft kiss against your forehead before turning to face his friends, who had started poking fun at Chan, making all sorts of childish remarks. Chan rolled his eyes and grabbed a twig from the ground before throwing it at Soonyoung who was making kissy faces at the two of you like a five year old.

“You guys are so annoying.” He chuckled. He removed the blanket he had placed over the two of you. The cool wind of the ocean breeze hitting your arms making you shiver slightly. “Sometimes you just make it so easy for us.” Jeonghan said pointedly tilting his cup of wine in the direction you two were sitting in before bringing it up to his rosy lips and chugging it down.

“Whatever, we’re going.” Chan stood up and threw the blanket onto Joshua’s lap, who’s face lit up as he rushed to cover his body with the thin wool. “We’ll be back in like ten minutes.” He pulled you up by your arms gently and pecked your lips once you were at eye level with him.

“Ten minutes huh, so you’re like a hit it and quit it type of guy.” Jeonghan joked, sending the rest of the boys into fits of uncontrollable laughter. “We’re going to my car to get eye drops…I really hate all of you.” Chan groaned, pulling on your arm, silently asking you to follow him and get away from your friends as fast as possible. You trailed behind him laughing, listening to how they now decided to take it upon themselves and gossip about yours and Chan’s sex life. Each one making insane claims, only making Chan’s steps get faster causing him to trip every few steps due to the sinking sand surrounding your bare feet.

“I bet getting eye drops is like code for sex now a days.”

It was unclear, in your wine filled haze, how the two of you went from desperately searching for eye drops to now making out in the back seat of his car.

Eye drops.

That was the only purpose of your trip to the nearly empty parking lot. But when he couldn’t find them mumbling curses as he tore his car apart, finally realizing that Vernon had probably taken them after they had smoked a week ago. He gave up, staying silent for a few seconds before pulling you into the back seat. One you had familiarized yourself with after years of dating and sneaking around. Your scent etched in between the cracks of the old leather seats, a thought that always managed to turn your insides into mush.

“Mmm…we should go back.” You mumbled clinging onto Chan as you pushed his head further into your neck. He hummed nodding his head slightly as he desperately sucked a love bite onto the skin of your collar bone. “We should, but I don’t want to.” He raised his head, smirking, hooking his thumbs around your belt loops and pulling you onto his lap. “I have a few propositions for you.” He smirked and brought your shirt over your head revealing the white lace of your bra. “So innocent.” His fingers delicately traced along the lace detailing, as you waited for his so-called propositions or genius ideas as he sometimes liked to call them.

“Why don’t we try that thing you mentioned the other day over lunch last week?” He raised his eyebrows suggestively and if your body wasn’t already feeling hot due to the alcohol coursing through your veins. The memory of your lunch date last Monday would’ve surely done it. “Here. Where we can get caught by our friends or worse the police?”

“That’s what makes it more exciting.” He winked and unbuttoned your shorts. His fingers teasing the seam of your matching panties waiting for your go ahead. It made your heart sore knowing that after years of dating he still waited for your approval. “Fuck it let’s do it.” You raised your body and brought down your shorts, hitting the back of your head in the process causing a loud laugh to erupt from Chan’s lips.

“Stop laughing and help me.”

“What did you want me to do? Look at you like you’ve sprung a third head?” He helped you take them off and threw them over the front seat. “You’re right I prefer you laughing.” You nodded before straddling his thigh and hooking your arms around his neck. He hummed and placed an arm underneath his head smugly before grabbing hold of your hip with his other one.

“Go on baby girl, I’m giving a free pass to get off on my thigh.”

“Like I need a pass anyway.”

“Hmm…I guess you’re right. I succumb to you in every possible way. All you have to do is open your mouth and ask.” Chan brought his arm down again before reaching over and placing his thumb against your bottom lip. He tugged on it making you open your mouth before inserting it, your tongue swirling around the calloused digit making him groan. “I miss seeing your mouth around me but I guess that can wait, now move baby.” He gave your hip a light tap before inserting his hand in between the waistband of your panties and groping your ass cheek.

You opened your mouth in an inaudible moan, his thumb falling out of your lips and onto your chin painting it with your saliva. You moved your hips experimentally, testing the waters scared that the fantasy you had been creating in your head wouldn’t be as pleasurable as you had pictured. Only to be proved wrong when the friction of his bare thigh against your panty clothed core sent a jolt of pleasure through your body.

“Back to my propositions. If you can come undone on just my thigh, I promise I’ll fuck you until your seeing stars.”

Chan snickered watching your face contort in blissful pleasure as you started to confidently move your hips. He nosed at your neck before licking a strip up the shell of your ear making you whimper. “Does this make you feel good?” He teased, a smirk evident in his voice as he bounced his leg up. A choked moan escaping your chapped lips joining the heat in the air, while you shamelessly started to grind down on his thigh.

“G-God this is better than I imagined.” You threw your head back resting it on the seat in front of you. “I don’t know what’s better, hearing you say you’ve imagined this or watching it happen in front of me.” His bottom lip found its way in between his teeth. He clawed at your hips guiding you into a steady rhythm before taking his free hand and inserting it in the front of panties making you gasp.. He guides his fingers lower, gathering your slick before taking them out and bringing them up to his lips, lapping them sensually while you watched with hooded eyes.

“I want to feel you inside me, please.” You sat up and tugged at his shirt before bringing it over his head. “Please baby I want to feel full.” You dug your nails into his chest feeling the tension build up in the pit of your stomach.

“You will, once you come.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. He kissed your cheek before undoing the clasp of your bra, letting the straps fall down your shoulders. “It’s amazing how I don’t have to do anything for you to fall apart.” He boosted, taking your earlobe in between his teeth. You moaned out loudly as he started bouncing his leg and pushing you down on him even further.

“Let go for me baby.” He whispered in your ear before leaving open mouthed kisses down your neck. He bit down on your collar bone making you cry out as your body shook. Your orgasm washed over you in waves, sighing out his name. Chan let out a satisfied hum as he held your body close, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You panted as your head fell in the crock of his neck. You sighed happily and ran your hand down his toned stomach, playing with the knot of his swimming trunks.

“That was the hottest thing ever love, we should do it more often.”

If there was one thing you would never complain about regarding your boyfriend was the fact that he always kept true to his promises. But if there was one thing that you could complain about was how truly evil he was when it came to giving you what you wanted.

You hated it.

“Channie stop fucking around and just get on with it.” You groaned as he pressed the head of his cock on your clit.

“Patience is a virtue honey.”

“Well my patience is wearing thin, if we take any longer the guys are going to come looking for us.” You arched your back as he ran his cock down your pussy lips, making you clench over nothing. He pulled back and spread your arousal along with his precum over his angry head, giving himself a few tugs before positioning himself at your entrance again.

“Frankly I am a little offended that you’re thinking about other men, while we’re in such a compromising position.” Chan says as he slowly starts to push in, your heat taking him and wrapping around him deliciously. Even after years of dating he still had such an overwhelming effect on you and he knew that. It made his chest swell up with pride knowing he was the only one that could make you feel the way he did.

“You always take me so well, always so tight. It’s like you’re made for me sweetheart.” He groaned once he was fully sheathed inside of you. Chan leaned down and captured your lips with his, swallowing your whimpers as he slowly started moving. He kept his pace, giving you time to adjust to him knowing fully well that it had been awhile since the two of you had had some alone time.

“B-Baby…f-fuck. You can move a little more.” You mumbled against his lips, clinging onto him. Your nails blissfully digging into his shoulder blades making him moan. He picked up his pace, his mouth trailing down the navel of your breasts, mumbling sweet sinful phrases, etching them into your skin. You arched your back, pushing yourself further into his mouth as he started hitting the mushy soft spot inside of you. Impressed that he had wasted no time in finding it, proving to you once again that he knew your body as if it were his second skin.

“Angel please let me cum inside of you.” He begged his kisses on your skin getting more desperate as well as his thrusts, causing the little coil of pleasure to form in the pit of your stomach. And as much as you didn’t want this moment to end, to stay underneath him in the cramped back seat of his car. To beg him to make you come undone over and over until your body couldn’t handle it anymore. You knew you couldn’t. It had been well over ten minutes.

“Hmm…are you sure?” You placed both of your hands on either side of his head pulling him off your nipple. The loss of his mouth disappoints you but you need to see his face. Needed to see the pleasure he was feeling painted over his perfect features. “Are we ready for that?” You let out a whimper as his thrusts got slower yet harder, making it a point for you to really feel him inside you. To take in how the head of his cock hit your g-spot. To feel the ridges and his veins pulsing against your soft velvety walls, indicating that he was starting to get close.

“More than ready…p-please I want to fill you up with my cum.” He begged resting his forehead against yours, his mouth opened with pleasure. His hot alcohol induced breath fanning your face making chills run down your spin. You nodded, your whimpers getting more desperate as he started to rub his thumb along your clit in moderate circles. The pressure increased as the two of you desperately started to chase your highs. The heat of his car wrapping like a blanket around the two of you making the intensity of the moment even higher.

It made you feel as if the two of you were back in high school and sneaking around with one another. Making out in the same seats during lunch time choosing each other rather than your food. It brought back memories of all the nights underneath the stars at the abandoned football field, listening to him spew random facts about space. And the first night the two of you made love to one another by the lake on a raggedy old blanket his grandma had given him for the holiday season. It was overwhelming to have him this close to you always. To feel him and every inch of his body knowing very well you were the only one that was able to make him come undone the way he always did. And it sent you to the moon.

“C-Channie I’m close.” You breathed out. Your hands moved down his back, pushing him deeper into you. Trying your hardest to feel him closer than what he already was. He moaned out your name like a prayer, his thumb on your clit getting faster as well as his deep thrusts. The dam that had been kept away broke and you felt your orgasm crash harder than before.

“F-Fuck me.” Chan moaned his head falling into your neck as he came undone, painting your walls with his sticky substance. He thrusted into you a bit more, your walls milking him out as he mumbled sweet praises against the shell of your ear.

“I already did.” You joked, a low laugh escaping his lungs as your chests heaved against one another. “I have a proposition for you now.” You whispered snaking your hand up his back and resting it against the back of his head.

“Okay, what is it?”

“We should do that more often.” You giggled. He raised his head giving you a smug look before cupping your chin and bringing it up so his lips were hovering over yours. “How about a round two and we call it a night.” He proposed giving you a chaste kiss before rubbing his nose against yours.

“I think that’s the greatest idea you’ve had all day.”

Chan held onto your hand tightly as the two of you slowly made your way back to the beach camp. Your body was exhausted and you could tell Chan’s was also. Which made you laugh as sometimes the two of you liked to think you had the same stamina you had when you were younger. Each time you were proved wrong but neither of you liked to admit it.

“Finally, we were starting to think you guys got kidnapped.” Seokmin said as he leaned forward roasting a marshmallow.

“To be fair DK and Hoshi were the only ones that thought that. The rest of us knew exactly what was going on.” Vernon spoke, taking a bite out of his s’more, groaning in disappointment when the melted marshmallow fell out of the confinements of the cracker and onto his chin.

“We were looking for eye drops, which by the way I know you took.” Chan sat down on one of the empty lounge chairs. He pulled your arm gently before circling them around your waist and bringing you down onto his lap. You smiled shaking your head as the lewd comments started to filter in.

“I knew that was code for sex.”

“No it’s code for actually looking for eye drops.” Chan gazed over at you. “Right baby?” He sent you a playfully wink making you laugh. No matter what came out of your mouth next, the teasing would never stop. And you knew they would be bringing up the eye drop story as they were now deeming it, until the day you took your last breath. So you shook your head and gave Chan a quick peck before turning to face your friends.

“Chan’s right we were just looking for eye drops.”

[snuggetfish]

Dadjima and little daughter bright up my heart 🥺💓.

I can imagine her trying to be helpful and sticking a googly eye to her pa's eye patch not necessary as a prank but maybe so the people would stop staring at him on the streets because of his one eye. Like a 3 years old logic.

Ofc Majima's entire look is kind of making heads turn but to little Miss Majima daddy's appearance is completely normal and the only thing that stands out is the one eye 🥺.

I also believe that it might take a while for Majima to notice the eye patch addition as his boys would be way to terrified to say anything. Maybe it's a part of boss's new disguise 👀.

🥺🥺🥺

Aaaa you're killing me here anon. Paticularly with the thought of how Majima's little girl would see right through whatever twisted image the world may have of him. To her, he's not a crazed, vicious yakuza, he's not a maimed old dog... he's just dad 💙

And dad deserves only the best. He's always there to protect her from bullying, so of course she should do the same for him! She can't just sit by and let others pick on him for only having one eye.

I like to think she goes through a few iterations before settling on the googly eye, though. First she draws one on, but decides it's not realistic enough. Then she briefly tries convincing Majima to stick one of those rolling eyeball toys inside well, uh, his head.

Takes a bit of explaining on his part to clarify why this is also not a practical idea... 🤭 So in the end it's gotta be the googly eye. And if she does it sneakily, well... the Majima family is in for a tense day indeed.

Boss saunters into the office same as usual and everyone stiffens up. A fashion choice? An accident? The only one who considers saying something is Nishida, but before he can finish his tentative question, Majima interrupts him:

"Oi, ya hear that rattlin' sound? It's been hauntin' me all morning but I ain't got nothin' rattly on me, last I checked. Maybe I'm finally losin' my marbles..."

Tension increases tenfold as now everyone's stifling a laugh. Or is better to let it out? We all know what happened to the last guy who didn't laugh on cue... 😬

Heh but I think once Majima disovers the googly eye, he takes to it quite readily. Not only does it incite street goons to pick a fight (bad idea for them...) but also Daigo's face in the officers' meeting is absolutely priceless!

And as for his little princess, well she's not immune to its charms either. I think he'll spend a nice long afternoon at the park with her, bouncing around, swinging upside down and twirling in just the right way to send that eye spinning. Anything to make her laugh 💙

[oikeiji]

thief | tamaki

summary: after deciding to come over to hang out at your boyfriend’s place you discover he’s the reason why your underwear has been missing. you show him how bad boys are punished.

pairing: amajiki tamaki x f!reader

word count: 1268

content: smut/nsfw

warnings: filthy!!! dirty!!!! plz read at your own risk :,) very vulgar language hahah

(off topic but he looks so gorgeous in the gif above AAAA. ok enjoy.)

“baby you look so cute like this,” you smirked as you intently watched your sweaty and flustered boyfriend. at the same time your fingers were working in between your folds, getting off at the sight of his bright red cock.

tamaki laid in front of you, a cock ring all snug and tight on him vibrating at an incredible speed. he squirmed at the stimulation, wanting to release his load so badly. his fingers gripped the sheets underneath him while his hips desperately bucked up into the air. you told him he wasn’t able to cum until you gave him permission to do so.

“bunny p-please,” tamaki whimpered. “i’m so close and i just w-want to cum already.”

“oh fuck,” your eyes half-lidded as you continued to play with yourself. “what did i tell you baby? you can’t cum unless i say so. bad boys need to be punished.”

at this point, tamaki could release at any moment but he didn’t because he wanted to be a good boy for you. you had recently caught him stealing your panties, which he had been using to pleasure himself. he actually had quite a few but you weren’t dumb and knew that your underwear was going missing. you finally caught the culprit, tamaki, just a few moments ago when coming to hang out in his room. tamaki’s chest was heaving, his breathing ragged, and his cheeks all red. it was nearly the same color as his cock that was currently aching for release.

your fingers were pumping in and out of you at a fast pace, chasing after your orgasm. the thought of having a cock ring on tamaki has been on your mind for weeks now. tonight you decided to make that fantasy of yours come true. seeing it happen in real life was such a turn on, his cock looked so pretty. you moaned his name out loud, wishing your fingers were him instead. “you can start jacking yourself off now,” you instructed him. “i’m so close, i want you to cum with me.”

tamaki nodded as he began pumping his cock. sinful moans and lewd wet sounding noises filled the room. you watched tamaki as hot spurts of cum shot out from his cock, triggering you to cum as well. whines and moans fell out of his mouth after releasing his long awaited orgasm. you shouted his name as you came all over your own hand. seeing him all covered with his thick, creamy cum made you come undone so hard.

leaning over him, you licked up all the cum on his stomach while maintaining eye contact with him. tamaki bit his lip as you licked the cum from his balls, up his base, and to the tip of his cock. you took his sensitive head into your mouth, the vibrations of his cock ring being sent into your mouth. you swirled your tongue around him making sure he was clean and releasing with a pop.

you reached down to your pussy, scooping up some of your cum. “open up,” you brought your fingers up to tamaki’s mouth. he didn’t have much of a choice as you shoved your fingers passed his lips and into his mouth. his wet muscle licked your fingers clean. “good boy,” you cooed, looking at him in adoration. his eyes were brimming with tears then you realized the poor baby was being overstimulated by the cock ring he still had on.

sitting up on your legs, you took the cock ring off him and setting it to the side. tamaki was all sweaty and red, he looked so cute. at the same time he looked so dirty that you wanted to take a picture of him and keep it to yourself forever.

you climbed onto his lap, helping him sit up against the headboard. “that was only the beginning, my love,” you whispered in his ear, lining his cock up with your slit. tamaki moaned in response as his hands gripped your hips. you lifted yourself up and slowly came down onto his cock. his cock was still hard as he entered you. your walls clenched around him, making him gasp for air. 

“you’re s-so.. tight- ah,” tamaki panted when your pace consistently sped up. his eyes were glued to your chest, watching your breasts bounce in front of him. he swore he drooled a little at the sight.

tamaki took your left boob into his mouth, tongue playing with your nipple. you moaned as your nipples hardened at the contact. one of his hands played with your other boob while the other hand stayed on your hip. the sound of skin slapping could be heard throughout his dorm, hell probably even throughout the entire building as well.

your hands made their way into his hair, tugging it a little. the small action caused tamaki to whine and buck up his hips to meet yours. the blush on his cheeks got even darker. he could tell you were getting closer by the way you kept clenching around him.

tamaki held you by the waist, flipping you over so now you were under him. he was in control of you now. the sudden change in position turned you on so much. you were shamelessly moaning out loud, knowing damn well anyone would easily be able to tell what was going on behind the door.

“that’s right,” tamaki grunted as he thrusted into you as fast as he could. you were nearing your second orgasm and so was he. he lifted your leg over his shoulder which allowed him to reach deeper than before. the pleasure felt too good, the knot in your stomach becoming tighter as he repeatedly hit the spot that made you go weak. you shut your eyes and screamed as you came around his hard cock. swears spilled out of his mouth as your juices flowed down onto him.

suddenly, a lightbulb turned on in his head and he pulled out of you. you whimpered at the loss of contact but tamaki had a different idea. he placed his cock in between your boobs before squeezing them together. he started titty fucking you to help him reach his orgasm. his name spilled out of your mouth like some sort of mantra. you licked the head of his cock when it peeked out every now and then.

“(y/n)!” tamaki yelped as he came undone. his cock twitched and he came all over you. you stuck out your tongue as his hot cum covered your entire face. his cum wouldn’t stop and it kept seeping out through his slit. the sight of your face covered with his cum simply could make him cum all over again.

you giggled as you licked off whatever you could reach with your tongue. tamaki looked so fucked out and you were enjoying it a lot. “you look so fucking hot,” he sighed while he watched you clean up all the cum on your face. you cleaned it all with your fingers then proceeded to put them all into your mouth. you took out your fingers, showing him that you swallowed it all. he blushed and looked to the side.

tamaki’s cock still laid on your chest and you decided to tease him by taking him into your mouth. he whined and jumped off you due to being too sensitive. you laughed at your adorable boyfriend. 

you crawled over him and laid on top of him, playing with his messy hair. “you’re so cute,” you nuzzled into his neck. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

[fallingstarnovel]

Chapter Two

content warning: alcohol, binge drinking

That was how Evan ended up standing in front of a huge house in a part of the city that he had never visited before with an unopened bottle of vodka in his hand. It was getting dark out – midwinter was coming fast, turning the air frosty and driving everyone indoors. At least it would be warm inside the house.

Evan took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax. A puff of vapour clouded the air before him. 

This was fine. It was fine. It was a party. He was supposed to be here – he had been invited. There was no need to be anxious. It wasn't going to be like it was back then. 

He could hear loud music pumping from inside the house, and spilling from between the curtains of the house was dim purple light. 

God, who was he kidding. He couldn't do this. 

As Evan turned around to leave, someone opened the door from the inside. 

"Oh, shit, there's someone here. Sorry, were you waiting to be let in?"

Evan looked up at the tall student who just stumbled outside. "Um. Yeah. My friend is inside. She–" 

"Go ahead," the student said, holding the door open and gesturing to go inside. Evan nodded in thanks, before stumbling into the house. 

Immediately, he was surrounded by people. The house was crammed wall to wall with students in various stages of inebriation, all chattering away at the top of their lungs as the hypnotic electro music filled the space between them. Evan found a pile of coats in the hallway and dropped his on top. He hoped it wouldn't get lost or stolen before he left. 

"Excuse me," he said, edging his way past a group of girls in short dresses who gave him judgemental looks. "Sorry. Sorry, sorry–" 

He couldn't find Aliya anywhere. She wasn't in the living room or the kitchen. Evan poked his head behind every door, but all he kept finding were more guests crammed into unlikely places like sardines in a tin can. He recognised one or two from around campus, but some of these people seemed slightly too old to be students. Was this really a university party? Did these people all know each other? 

Evan saw someone who looked like they were slightly in charge, maybe, and tapped them on the shoulder. They turned around with an unfocused look, hair in messy tumble around their head. 

"What's up? Didn't Fae get you it? Oh, shit, where did you get the vodka?"

Evan blinked. This person sure was saying words at him. "What?"

The person squinted at him. "Didn't you just ask me for a kitchen towel?" 

"No, I just got here," Evan said. "But thanks. Um. I'm looking for Aliya, do you know where she is?"

That got him a blank look. "Who?"

"Aliya! Aliya, you know, she does Astro with me. Uh." The blank look still persisted on the person's face. "She came here with volleyball? No, wait, I mean, netball? I think?"

The person looked vaguely less blank. "Oh, wait, the netball bitches. I love those girls, they make me feel like I'm some kind of insect. My name's Rock by the way."

"Oh," said Evan, who didn't know why that was relevant. "That's a cool name. Like Dwayne Jo–"

"Not like Dwayne fucking Johnson," Rock replied with a scowl. "I hate that guy."

"Oh. Sorry."

Rock just nodded, before tapping a person on the shoulder seemingly at random. "Is Becca around?"

"In the garden," the girl replied, "probably? Unless she left."

They were both yelling at full volume. Evan winced. His ears were already ringing. 

Rock led him through sweaty crowds of people to the kitchen, and then out of a door into the garden. It wasn't much of a garden – more like a patch of concrete with a few bricks and weeds lying around, as if for decoration. There were more people out here, mostly smoking. Some of them looked like they were asleep. It was so cold out here – the girls were huddled up under big jackets that they had stolen from other people. 

Wait a minute. Evan was pretty sure that was his coat. How did it get stolen so fast?!

"Aliya?" Evan called. Some people looked up, their eyes glazed over. 

"Aliya bounced," someone said. 

Evan's heart sank. "What?" 

"Yeah, she dipped pretty quickly. Said she forgot about a deadline."

God damn it. Evan fought the urge to bang his head off the nearest wall. Why didn't she text him and say so? He could have escaped too! 

"Right, thanks. I, uh–"

"Bro, no, you're not leaving yet, are you?" Rock said, giving him a betrayed look. "You just got here!"

Evan shrugged, plastering on a polite smile. "I don't really know anyone here–"

"Yet," Rock said firmly. "You don't know anyone yet. You know what they say about strangers? They're just friends you haven't made yet. Come on, live a little." 

Personally, Evan thought Rock was slightly unhinged. He must have looked obviously uncomfortable, because Rock held out a hand and squeezed his shoulder. 

"You don't go to a lot of parties, huh? It's cool. You can chill with me. Give it half an hour and see how you feel, yeah?" 

Why was this person so eager to see a complete stranger join the party? Evan considered saying no and leaving anyway, but then again... 

Evan wasn't a coward. He would give it half an hour and see if he made any friends. And if not, he could always leave. 

"Sounds good," he said. 

Rock cheered. A bunch of other people in the garden cheered too, though Evan doubted they knew what they were cheering for. "Alright! We got another one! Come on, pal, let's get you a drink!' 

Half an hour later and after a couple of drinks, Evan somehow found himself watching Rock pour out a tray full of shots in the kitchen. 

Several people wandered over in interest, lured by the idea of free alcohol like they were cats who just heard the tin of tuna being opened. "Who's down?" Rock said. 

A few people came forward. Evan watched as a girl slung herself over Rock's shoulders with a bored expression. She had long, long straight black hair, like an oil slick that ran down her back, and she was either exceptionally tall or she was wearing huge platform boots. Maybe both. Evan thought it was both. "I will."

"Evan?" Rock said. "You want one? It's okay if you don't, I know shots are a little much..."

"I can do shots," Evan said without meaning to. Oh, shit. Was he trying to impress the hot goth girl? He kind of was. "Uh, if that's cool." 

Rock's smile widened. "If you're sure you can handle it. Are you a lightweight, Evan? Because if so, I'm not going to be the one cleaning up your puke afterwards."

Evan smiled. "Ah, I don't know. Maybe. I'll try to keep it inside."

"Attaboy, big guy! That's what I like to hear!"

Soon, everyone around him had a shot in their hand. Evan had no idea what the liquid was. He tried to sniff it, but then Rock was counting down, and everyone was lifting their shot glasses up and drinking. 

People winced and made appropriate noises as the burn hit. Rock blinked away his tears with a grin, before watching Evan drink with interest. 

Evan calmly put down the shot. After seeing everyone else's reaction, he quickly pretended to gasp. "Oh, wow, the burn, wow..." 

Rock's eyes flickered over the glass. It was empty. "Have you done that before?"

Evan shrugged, waving him away. "Once or twice."

Hot Goth Girl finally seemed to notice him. She stared him down, before slowly smiling at him, her black painted mouth in a closed-lip smirk. It was kind of terrifying. 

"Hey Rock," she said, keeping her eyes on Evan. "Who's this?"

"I'm Evan," said Evan, before holding out a sweaty hand. She stared at it, and he immediately dropped it. "Haha, what, I don't know why I did that. Nice to meet you."

"I've seen you around," she said. 

It sounded like an accusation. Evan wilted – before perking up. Wait, didn't this mean she remembered him? She had noticed him before! This was good, right? He nodded eagerly. "You recognise me? I'm sorry, I don't think I've seen you around, otherwise I would have remembered – I mean, you're very recognisable, haha, there's not a lot of people around here who dress so, like..."

He trailed off, feeling awkward. Hot Goth Girl glared at him. 

"Like what?"

Evan blinked. She was wearing black lipstick and huge eyeliner, like two bat wings painted on her face. Most people around here weren't so brave. 

"Um... so, um... alternatively."

Her eyes narrowed. Slowly, she grinned. "Where did you find this guy, Rock?"

"Aliya likes him," Rock laughed, before holding up the bottle. "Let's do round two," they hollered, and the night took a downward turn from there. 

Coming to this party was such a bad idea.

When Evan woke up in the morning, he was very confused. 

He had a vague memory of someone carrying him home. And holding someone's hand. And... 

He groaned with embarrassment and rolled over to bury his head in his pillow to try and suffocate himself. When that didn't work, he rolled onto his back and massaged his forehead. 

It felt like something had crawled into his mouth and died. He was so thirsty. But mostly he was mortified. 

Ah, that poor person! Evan probably rambled on about weird depressing personal problems! He became one of those maudlin drunks who just starts crying about stuff! The person who carried him here must have been totally sick of his shit. 

What an angel. Evan wished he could remember who they were. 

He looked around for his phone, his bleary eyes cracking open. Whoever they were, they left a full glass of water on the desk. Evan jumped at it, drinking the whole thing in seconds. 

It helped a little bit. But now he felt nauseous. 

This sucked. Why did he do this. 

Oh, shit, his phone and his wallet. Did he have them? He looked around in a panic. Were they in the jeans he wore? Where the fuck were his jeans?!

Slowly, he looked under his duvet and realised that he was still wearing them. Ah. Oops. 

At least the person didn't undress him while he was drunk or unconscious. That would have been uncomfortable. In fact, he seemed in exceptionally good condition, considering he got black out drunk at a strangers house.

Aaaa god why did he do that!!! Why didn’t he slow down and drink some water!! This was so embarrassing, he could have done anything last night!!

... oh jesus fuck, why did his eyes hurt so much? They were so sore! It was like someone shone a supercharged torch in his eyes or made him stare into the god damn sun!! What happened last night?!

In his pocket, he found his wallet and phone, much to his relief. Evan quickly scrolled through his messages to see if he had sent anything weird to anyone. 

Huh? Who the fuck were all these people he had added on Facebook? Why had he sent out so many friend requests?! He didn't recognise any of the names here at all!

He also saw a series of messages he sent to Aliya. 

> you. are the qorst friend ever 

> ┻┻︵ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ︵┻┻

i'm so sorry!! i'm really sorry!! oh i feel so bad, i thought i text you not to come anymore!! <

> ABANDONED me 

> discarded me like an EMPTY CRISP PALKCET

> packet

... evan are you perhaps a little drunk? <

> everyone is very friendky. They keep handing me shots. These are my new friends now 

> you're fired

no!!! 😭😭😭 <

don't fire me!!! i need someone to copy revision notes off!! <

> too late. now rock is my new fri be. Goodbye

> oh shit they’re doiign WEED in here

> Your missing otu on thrjelkc weeb

who's rock?? <

seriously though, be safe evan and have fun. if you need to call anyone, im up all night doing this assignment so just call me okay? x < 

Just as he finished reading the texts, his phone buzzed in his hand. He nearly dropped it in shock. There was an unread text in his inbox from an unrecognised number. 

How are you feeling? <

This was awkward. Clearly, this was a person Evan gave his number to last night. Unfortunately, he had no clue who they were, and now he felt too awkward to ask, since they clearly assumed he knew who it was. 

> haha a little hungover!! oops

Was that too many exclamation marks? This mystery person would think he was a psycho. 

The reply came soon. 

Make sure you drink plenty of water. And eat something salty. < 

Do you want me to bring anything? <

Seriously, who was this and why were they being so nice? Evan still felt a little awkward. 

> i will :) and no thank you but that's so kind! how are you feeling? 

I'm fine. I'm glad you're alright. <

...

This was too much to deal with. Evan decided not to answer. Hopefully, whoever this was would drop a clue at some point, or just leave him alone.

There weren't many people it could be. He had all his friends (haha, all his friends, as if he had more than three) saved as contacts. So this must be a stranger from the party. 

A memory flashed into his head of the messy haired host – what was their name, Tree? Root? Boulder? – saying something stupid about all strangers being friends he hadn't made yet. It was probably them. They seemed overly familiar, so this lined up. 

Ah, what the hell. This was a problem for future Evan. 

He rolled himself into the shower without vomiting even a little bit, which he considered a huge achievement that should be celebrated with pizza for breakfast.

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Winning Lines

The @talesofteufort zine has been shipped, and the PDFs sent! Thank you very much to everyone who contributed. I’m very glad to have been able to participate in this project; it was a wonderful experience and it’s been great working with everyone aaaa ♥

I’m really happy to share my piece for the zine! I really hope you all like it ♥ (Read it below the cut)

Title: Winning Lines Words: 1845 Warnings: None Summary: BLU has a drawing contest. Demo just wants his magazine back.

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“ARE YOU MANN ENOUGH TO DRAW THIS BETTER THAN US?”

The header caught BLU’s Demoman’s attention. He’d been reading the latest issue of Hat-Wearing Man when he found the ad at the bottom of one of the pages. There was a somewhat simple drawing of a monkey in a spacesuit. “If you draw Poopy Joe better than our extremely talented artist, we’ll give him the boot—and kick his ass in the process! And your picture will be the new image of our project and you, our lucky friend, will win nothing less than $700 dollars!”

“Huh, it doesn’t look that hard…” he said, pensive. Suddenly, the magazine was snatched from his hands. “Hey!”

“Ohohoh, what’s this?” Scout said, grinning at the magazine. “Hey, I’d win this in the blink of an eye!”

“Oi! Get your own!” Demo took the magazine back. “I’m gonna try this. Mum will love the extra money,” he added to himself.

“Pffft, no way, it’s a waste of mail money, pally. If someone should participate, that’s someone who actually has a chance.”

“Heh.”

They turned around to see Sniper in a corner, grinning.

“What’s your deal, Long Legs?”

“Shut up, ya scoundrel. If anyone has a chance here, it’s me.”

“Oh, yeah?” Demo asked. “Where’s your credentials, mate?”

“Don’t need any,” he said. “Quiet kid, hours at the back of the classroom sketching the teacher being eaten by a croc.” He grinned. “It should be easy as cake.”

“Oi, do ya remember the magazine is mine?”

“I agree, though—the chance should be for whoever’s got the talent.”

Demo sighed. “Aye, alright. But I’m not gonna just give it away.” His face lit up, an idea coming to his mind. “You’ll have to beat me for it.”

“Huh?” Both mercenaries stared at him quizzically.

Demo grinned, eye glinting.

“Let’s have a drawing contest.”

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They emptied the kitchen table in order to make room for their sheets of paper, pencils and pens. In the meantime, they threw evaluative gazes at each other, competitive strike flaring up.

The rest of the team slowly wandered to the room to find out what was going on.

“What is noise?” asked Heavy, scratching his chest. Medic, who was right behind him, had just closed it, having found himself too distracted by the ruckus to continue his surgery.

“We’re about to find out who’s gonna win 700 dollars!”

Medic perked up. “I am in. What is the bet?”

“We’re not betting, mate.” Sniper showed him the magazine’s ad. “It’s a contest.”

Medic’s smile turned dangerous. “Even better.”

“Heavy is in, too.”

“Aw, come on, guys! It’s not as if you’re gonna beat me!”

Heavy threw Scout an unimpressed look. “It is fun. I want extra money. I am in.”

“Alright, alright, mate. Sure.” Demo handed them both some extra sheets of paper they'd brought just in case.

Medic excused himself to go search for a couple of pens. On his way out, he almost crashed onto Soldier.

“Ach, watch where you’re going!”

“I need sustenance, maggot! And you’re on my way!” He shoved Medic away, making him stumble on the way out. A couple of German swears could be heard from the corridor. “Hello, everyone!”

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re gonna get in too,” Scout groaned.

“In what?” Soldier inquired, tilting his head. Demo showed him the magazine’s ad.

Engineer peeked over his shoulder.

“Oh, a drawing contest?” he said, looking at it with a fond smile. “Heh. It’s been a while since I tried my hand at one o’ those. But I thought they allowed only one entry per ad?”

“That is point,” Heavy said. “We are fighting to get chance to earn money.”

“Oh…” Soldier grinned. “I’m in, maggots! I actually studied art with Kickasso.”

Everyone stared at him.

“Sure, mate,” Demo said, patting his back and attempting to lead him into the kitchen.

“You don’t believe me!” Soldier looked at everyone. Engie shrugged. Scout picked at his nails, and Sniper scratched the table distractedly. Heavy’s eyes said it all. “I will prove it to all of you!” And he headed to the table, snatching a paper sheet from the pile.

Demo brushed a hand across his own face. “I hope Medic brings enough pens.”

“I’ll go for mine,” Engie said. He added, “And I’ll go look for Pyro; they’ll love this.”

Scout groaned. “Anyone else? Maybe Saxton Hale?”

Spy’s laughter can be heard from a corner of the room.

“Oh, this is priceless. I wasn’t going to butt in, but this looks like too much fun to pass on the opportunity.”

“The opportunity to what?” Scout said, miffed.

“You’ll see,” he said with a glint in his eyes. “Besides, you need a referee, don’t you?”

“Ugh,” Scout said, bonking his head on the table.

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Everyone looked at each other from their respective places. Scout’s leg bounced nonstop; Sniper picked unconsciously at his pencil. Heavy’s grip on his pen was strong enough for Medic to worry about it breaking.

“Alright,” said Spy. “You have to draw…” He squinted. “Poopy Joe, following the ad’s instructions; the best artist wins. The rules are: no interfering with anyone’s drawing. No kicking under the table. No destroying anyone’s drawing. No rising up from the table until all this is over. No showing your drawing until everyone is finished. Understood?”

Everyone nodded. Pyro hummed happily.

“Excellent. So, on the count of three: One, two… Three!”

Scout’s pen tore onto the paper. “Shit! Do you have a spare?” Spy handed him one. “Thanks,” he muttered.

The truth was, Scout wasn’t that confident of the fact he was going to win. When it was just him and Demo, he’d been sure he’d win to the unsteady hand of a drunk man. And Sniper was all bragging anyways. But Medic? He’d probably drawn lots of skeletons and stuff at college. And Engineer’s schematics always look exactly like the finished product. Shit. And—did Soldier really paint with Kickasso? Nah, he shook his head. He didn’t think so. Heavy was a wild card, though.

But he had to try anyway! He couldn’t back off now. So he put his all into it.

Engineer turned his sheet of paper down. Hell! That was fast. He tried to concentrate in the lines that formed Poopy Joe, and emulated them the best he could. Damn, his hand was sweaty… He hated drawing. His cousin had always been better at it, and it pissed him off even now, far from home.

He slapped his drawing on the table, face down. “Done!” He looked up to see everyone had finished. Crap.

“Alright, then,” said Spy. “Let’s see what you came up with.”

“Come up with?” That had many meanings, but the way Spy said it… “What do you mean?”

“The challenge was to improve on the design of Poopy Joe drawn by the artist, not to copy it.”

“Oh, darn,” Engineer said, showing a perfect copy of the Poopy Joe logo. Holy shit. “Guess I got a bit carried away. I’m more used to copying stuff, ya know.”

Soldier snickered.

“Let’s see what you did, Soldier boy.”

“Alright! Look at it and weep!”

He showed them all a mess of lines with dots in seemingly random places.

“Soldier, that’s…” Scout got elbowed by Demo. “That’s cool. What are… those?”

“Those are his eyes!” Oh, God.

“Let’s see Demo’s!” grinned Soldier, confidently.

“Ach, you know I’m no artist, mate,” he said, showing his drawing. It was… Actually, it was pretty decent. His drawing had a cartoonish style that drew everyone’s eyes in.

“Interesting,” said Spy, nodding approvingly.

“Demo did great job,” Heavy said, crossing his arms.

“Aw, thanks, mate.” Demo shrugged it off, somewhat flustered. “What about yours?”

Heavy showed his drawing. It was simple, a single line delineating the silhouette of the monkey astronaut. It was stylish, though it was difficult to guess what it was at times.

“Wonderful, mein freund!” Medic clapped, and revealed his. It was… Oh, my god. “I might have put a bit too much emphasis on his organs.”

“Next!” yelled Scout, tearing his eyes away from the gory drawing. Shit. Now he had to show his. Alright. You can do this, he told himself.

He turned the page face up.

“Mate,” Sniper said.

“Oh, buddy, we made the same mistake.”

“Y’know? I saw RED’s Scout draw once and I secretly thought we were doomed.”

“Oh, shut up!” Scout said, face beet red. It was true, he’d tried to copy the drawing, like Engineer did. And his lines weren’t as sure as Demo’s or Heavy’s. Shit. He screwed up big time.

“It’s good overall, mate,” Sniper said. “You just need more confidence.”

Scout flushed. “What about yours, Mister Expert?”

Sniper grunted, and showed his drawing. Oh, wow. It was really good! The monkey looked like it’d come out of the page and tear them apart. He felt as if he would be able to touch its fur.

“Wow, Slim! That’s one helluva good drawing!”

“Thanks,” he said, grinning. “I told ya: quiet kid.”

“Where is his spacesuit, though?”

His face dropped. “Aw, hell.”

“Hmmmph!” Pyro yelled, pointing at their sheet of paper.

“Alright,” Spy said, grinning along with Engineer. “The moment of truth has come.”

“What do you mean—?”

Holy shit.

The drawing was astounding. The monkey looked cartoonish enough not to look real, but in a way that made the drawing look alive. Everything was there, and in wonderful detail: The space-suit, the stars… Even an additional full moon in the background that was a perfect circle.

“Holy shit, Py!” Scout said. “How did you do that?”

“Hhmph?” Pyro asked, pointing at the moon. Everyone nodded. Pyro mumbled happily, grabbing another sheet of paper, and drew a classical Greek style face, then erased the rest of its features little by little until they got a perfect circle.

Oh, for the love of—

“Well, it seems we have our winner,” said Spy, handing Pyro the magazine. Pyro clapped with glee, running off with it.

“Aw, man. That was totally unfair. You knew this would happen!” Scout pointed to Spy accusingly.

“I had my suspicions,” he said, grinning.

“Hey, maggots,” Soldier said, sniffing. “Is that smoke?”

They all turned around to watch Pyro as they set the magazine on fire.

“Ach! My magazine!” Demo ran and stomped on it. However, many of the pages, including the drawing contest ad, didn’t make it. “Hell. Why, mate?”

“Hmmphmmphmmph!” they said, pointing at everyone in the room, then at their drawings. Then they clapped.

Everyone looked at each other, and found a common understanding. Who knew what Pyro said? But they had the feeling they meant they were all winners today.

“So it was a huge waste of everyone’s time. Fantastic,” Spy said. “Entertaining, though.”

“Shut up, Spy, we were having a moment,” Scout said.

And yes, indeed. Because even though Demo lost his magazine, he left the room with a good feeling inside. And he was sure that the rest felt the same way.

Poopy Joe’s artist could keep his job for another day.

[hoeiplier]

Think we could request a lil impreg kink then. Perhaps one of the egos like Dark going into heat and cumming inside you over and over again, trying to mark you, breed you, make you his forever as he just takes you over and over again, letting none of his cum slip out as he fucks it deeper inside you, maybe even keeping his cock nice and snug inside you as you both fall asleep, keeping that bulge of warm cum trapped inside

i hope u know my dick just shot into the sky with this ask bc HOLY FUCK THATS THE GOOD SHIT --mod ghostie

also this is fem aligned reader!! im v sorry, if anyone wants a masc aligned reader (like mpreg stuff) or nb lemmie know and i’ll see what i can do!!

ALSO SORRY UNEDITED BC ITS 6 AM AND I NEED SLEEP AAAA

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Dark couldn’t help himself, he just couldn’t. His urges, the warmth filling his body, everything was too much. Just having someone like you hang around him, your scent and your body, was the tipping point he needed to give into his instinct.

Of course, nobody had told you Dark not only was interested in you, but had heats he’d go through as an entity -- ones that nobody could quite explain, not even Dr. Ipl/////ier. Heats that left the usually overly serious and manipulative man a downright flustered, animalistic, mess.

That was how you found yourself here, pinned up to the wall in the egos’ meeting room, your pants and underwear pulled down your legs, your chest exposed, and fucked by the demonic being. 

His warm hand reaches up, cupping your breast, his fingers playing with the sensitive nipple, kissing along your shoulder, biting down as he pleases. The ringing of his aura quiet as can be for once.

“Mine,” Dark growls. His hips thrusting back up into you, your wet cunt drawing him in deeper, barely being able to hide your moans from the studio in the next room. The last thing you need is Wilford barging in.

“All mine,” his growls grow impossibly lower, biting down on your shoulder, arching into Dark’s hold as his cock continues to thrust deep in and out of you, “mine to have, mine to breed, God your cunt feels so fucking good around my cock. Do you know how fucking long I’ve wanted to pound myself into you? How fucking long I’ve wanted to be inside this little cunt--”

“Dark...” you groan in embarrassment, pleasure filling you as you raise your hands up to hide your face. Since when has Dark ever cursed in your presence?! And with...with such filthy words?!

“No,” another growl, your hands pinned above you, Dark’s hand on your breast slowed, his eyes burning with pure lust and instinct as he stares you down. Your blush practically as red as the aura surrounding him.

“Don’t you dare fucking hold back,” the man above you laughs. Barely keeping a moan down as his hips pick up in pace. “You belong to me now, this body, this cunt, it’s all mine. And I don’t like hiding what’s mine.”

No kidding. The hickies and bitemarks seeming to pulse in time with your racing heartbeat.

“Dark, we can’t be too--!”

You barely get another word in, Dark pulling out of your cunt, leaving you a whining mess before he practically rips your pants and underwear away. Pure arousal drumming through his veins as he effortlessly lifts you up, laying you down on the meeting room table, it’s cold surface making you hiss.

Said cold surface soon forgotten as Dark hikes your legs over his shoulders, slamming his thick cock back into you once more. Your inner walls constricting, pulling him in deeper, your eyes shut tight as he pins your arms up once more. His grip near impossible to break.

Leaving your entire body exposed, to him and him alone.

And, between your broken moans and whispered begs for more, he laughs.

A deep, rich, low laugh. A laugh that makes your cunt tremble, more slick seeping from you as his cock sinks back into your wet heat.

“Did you know lifting your legs like this helps with getting pregnant?”

A moan finally loud enough breaks from your lips. your eyes opening, looking back down at his cock fucking into you, and back up to his eyes. 

Completely black eyes.

“Do you like that idea?” he laughs, that same damned rich laugh, “Do you like the idea of me taking and making you mine forever? Fuck, look at you.”

His right hand keeps your wrist pinned down, the left roaming down, cupping your breast once more.

“You’d look beautiful full of my cum, full of my seed, full of me.” He picks up his pace, feeling his hand trail back down, down your belly, in between your upper thighs.

Right on your clit, rubbing in short circular motions. The pleasure of his throbbing cock and his finger on you nearly mind numbing as you arch into his touch.

“Do you want that? I’ll keep you mine and mine forever, filling you up time after time after time,” Dark slams into you. Each thrust bouncing your body up and down the table, your clit just as hard and throbbing as Dark’s cock, your slick helping him go deeper into your core.

“Dark, fuck--”

“We already are, and we’ll keep fucking, again”

Another thrust in, hard, fast, just as fast as his finger on your clit. Your cunt gripping around his shaft, pre cum seeping out of you. His face the mere definition of aroused.

“and again,”

He lets go of your wrists, his free hand holding on tight to your hips. You reach out to grip the sides of the table, eyes nearly rolling back in pleasure as you feel his cock slide against your g-spot. The mere stimulation of it all has you crying, how much more can you take from a goddamn demon in heat?! 

“and again, until you’re filled with my cum. Until you’re bred properly, until you’re carrying my child and everyone knows I’m the one who did it.”

Dark can feel your muscles spasm around him. Your legs nice and wide on his shoulders, his own voice breaking. His orgasm slowly on the rise.

“Take it, take my fucking cum--” Dark continues his motions on your clit, laughing once more, “I can feel you tighten around me,” he growls your name,”I know you want it, I know you me to breed you over and over. God, I fucking know you want me to knock you up--”

“Dark!” is all your mind can get out. Your cunt, your body, all of you trembles before him as your orgasm finally approaches.

“Cum, cum with me, cum on my fucking cock,” he growls, pulling your hip closer to him. The tip of his cock nestled as deep as he can go. Short shallow thrusts still rocking you as his finger rubs faster at your clit. A smug lustful look on his face as he curses, feeling his own orgasm approach, “cum for me. C’mon, cum so I can fucking fill you up with every last drop of my cum!”

That did it. The shouting, the demands, his fingers, his throbbing cock. You shout, a full body tremble coursing through you, eyes rolled back, arched up into his hold.

You can’t help but scream his name. No longer giving a damn if Wilford, Host, any of the egos heard you.

Your moans grow louder as you hear Dark curse above you. Growling like an animal, panting and panting, his short thrusts right against your cervix--

You feel it. 

Thick warmth filling you up, his cock pumping as he shouts your name. Your body trembling once more, another orgasm crashing down on you. Your nails digging into the dull edge of the table.

His cock continues to spurt, more cum filling you. The warmth filling your cunt, seeping out under you, leaving you completely and utterly satisfied. 

The afterglows of your orgasm leave you both groaning. Still bucking your hips for more, Dark’s cock plugging your cunt, your slick still leaving you wetter than before you started.

“...Round 2 already?” you pant out. Your legs shaking gently as Dark lets them down from his shoulders.

“Wait...”

“Wh-Why?”

“Just stay like this with me,” with your legs out of the way, Dark leans down to kiss and bite at your lips, softly thrusting as before into you. His fingers finally leaving your clit as he tips your chin up to kiss him properly.

“I need to make sure you’re nice and filled up. Can’t let any of it spill out of you, especially if I’m trying to knock you up,” he cracks a smile.

You moan into the kiss, reaching up to embrace him closer. Still feeling his hot cum seep out of you gently.

“...Um, how long do these heat things of yours last...?”

“...Generally speaking?” he moans lowly, breaking your kiss from deepening any further, “about 4 days.”

“O-Oh--!”

“Don’t worry, just means more time for us to work on getting you pregnant.” he smirks, feeling your body react to his words. Tightening around his still hard cock. 

Let’s just hope Wilford gave you the next 3 days off from the studio.

[cruddyborderlandstheories]

heyeyey current anointment system SUCK

endgame content is awfully balanced unless u have perfect anointments (AS choice barely matter so long as u have 150% rad anoint and low health) and due to that i believe they completely overcompensated with the legendary drop rate so grinding for anointments would be easier

i still think anoints should’ve had the rarity of pearls and given at most a 20% damage buff if they NEEDED to give damage (they didn’t...) but actually what i wanna talk about is anointment ideas AKA what could have been extremely borderlands-themed if anointments rates stay as they are

i wanna add to the chaos gear causes with anointments (especially in multiplayer) instead of just shoving damage down our throats... sort of like a bonus part but with wayyy more chaos than just parts can do. like a special legendary effect but with the chance for it to spawn on any rarity

so step 1 is to remove all straight damage buff anointments because those are not fun. Instead, fix the VHs and buff their skills to suit endgame content ALA Guardian Takedown so they can deal damage without anointments. stuff like the shield break AS start/end anoint is fine, same with a lot of the nova anoints, grenade regen anoints or Moze’s IB grenade spawn on taking damage is all good. 

step 2 is cause chaos without directly affecting damage done and also synergizing with different VH builds

examples for:

Guns:

25% of critical hits made with this weapon ricochet (all non-jakobs weapons have a chance to spawn with this anointment)

every other shot fired from this weapon gains __ element and creates an elemental puddle under the enemy shot

kills with this weapon cause the dead to explode into homing darts

shots fired from this weapon bounce once if they miss their target

reload speed is decreased by 50%, but all bullets in the magazine are fired at once

reloading with this weapon creates a bubble that protects the user from kinetic damage for the duration of the reload

melee attacks done with this weapon allow the user to dash towards the enemy in their crosshairs

attacks with this weapon have a 10% chance to make non-boss enemies ragdoll

when reloaded, the weapon has a 50% chance to jump down and run around for 15s, spawning a loaded copy in your hands (all non-tediore weapons have a chance to spawn with this anointment)

kills with this weapon increase the user’s movement speed by 4% (stacks 5 times and lasts until swapped out or entering FFYL/respawn)

enemies shot by this weapon release a large __ element nova whenever they are melee’d

elemental DoTs applied by this weapon spread to other enemies nearby (non-radiation, non-cryo elemental weapons only)

critical hits have a 15% chance to chain ___ element to nearby enemies

reloading deploys a huge shock nova and increases accuracy by 200% for 10s

FFYL time is increased by 50% for all teammates when holding this weapon

Action Skill duration is extended by 3s for every kill while holding this weapon (Alt: cooldown is shortened by 1s for every kill)

this weapon’s flavor of elemental damage is changed on every reload (elemental weapons only)

cryo efficiency for all teammates while holding this weapon is increased by 50% (cryo weapons only)

players shot with this weapon are revived, but the user is downed instead at 50% duration

kills with this weapon have a 50% chance to restore shield capacity by 10%

enemies critically killed with this weapon have a 15% chance to spawn a beacon, doubling fire rate and reload speed for all allies near it for 20s

enemies killed with this weapon have a 10% chance to spawn a mine, launching the first enemy to touch it into the air (like the whispering ice)

this weapon gains more elements as its mag empties

melee attacks with this weapon taunt all nearby enemies, but increase health regeneration by 5% for 10s

ETC ETC

Shields:

when depleted, this shield releases a nova that forces nearby enemies to reload

while shields are active, regenerate your current weapon’s ammo at 10% of its magazine size per second

elemental damage taken while shields are active is stored and released upon shield break in a large nova (maximum 300% base level nova damage)

while shields are active, enemies that melee the player are slowed until frozen

while shields are not at maximum capacity, gain 3% max health regeneration per second

Gain 20% movement and reload speed while in combat

enemies near the player take __ elemental damage per second

bullets have a 15% additional chance to ricochet off this shield while active

meleeing while shields are active cause melee attacks to explode, damaging nearby enemies

when damaged by bullets, this shield has a 5% chance to release a booster that increases bullet reflection rate by 30% for 10s

when damaged, this shield has a 10% chance to release a booster that increases projectiles per shot by 100% for 5s

on shield break, release a _ nova that damages enemies and heals teammates close to you for _ damage

while sprinting or sliding, leave a trail of _ element that damages enemies

sliding recharges this shield by 10% per second, and slide speed + duration is increased by 30%

sprinting releasing homing balls of _ element, which seek out enemies

while crouching or sliding, creates a temporary bubble shield with _ health that explodes when broken

ETC ETC

Grenades:

allies hit with this grenade are revived from FFYL

this grenade has a 10% chance to bypass shields when thrown

30% chance to double the amount of grenades thrown when thrown

this grenade gains _ more child grenades when it detonates

this grenade will not explode until it touches an enemy

enemies hit by this grenade have a 15% chance to ragdoll

this grenade will bounce _ more times when thrown

this grenade will heal allies caught in the explosion

killing an enemy with this grenade creates a healing circle for 10s

ETC ETC

and that isn’t even Vault Hunter specific stuff (which, oh my god, why does amara have 40% bonus rad damage when the default is 100%??? wtf??)

I’m a lil Zane main so here are some examples I came up for Zane specific anointments:

this shield gives Zane’s barrier 30% bullet absorb/reflect

this shield has Zane’s barrier fire homing _ elemental darts at enemies that shot it

this shield gives Zane and his clone/drone _ element shots (adds chance for certain elemental effect (DoT or slowed) to apply to the enemy)

after teleporting, Zane and his clone gain 30% bullet absorption/reflection chance

when commanding his drone, Zane’s shield has a 30% chance to fire a free grenade at the target with a 10s cooldown

every third shot by Zane’s canon causes a singularity, drawing enemies to the location it fired at

changes Zane’s canon element to ___ and creates a large nova of that element when hitting an enemy

Zane’s canon will fire a grenade every 5th shot

when reloading, Zane’s clone has a 20% chance to activate his shield’s fill/deplete effect

when targeting an enemy, Zane’s drone has a 30% chance to release a shock nova that restores Zane’s shields by 20% of damage dealt

Similar stuff for other Vault Hunters, I’m just not experienced enough with them to give something in-depth XD

LET ANOINTMENTS BE FUN INSTEAD OF JUST SUPPLEMENTAL DAMAGE SO THE CHARACTERS AND GEAR WILL BE WELL BALANCED WITHOUT THEM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[papasbabymommyslittleone]

I hope Vee is happy with faer new glasses :)

- 🌱 (I hope this sign off isn’t taken)

m rlly hapy they r r they make it not as sunny nd it dosnt hurt my eyes anymor and !! and i don need to wear my dark contacts anymor ! !! it is all pink n nice an and i went in the garden and it didnt hur t nd a aaaa prity pink and ahh !! *.⋆ヾ(≧∀≦)ﾉﾞ⋆.* - 💜

Aw, fae's been bouncing around stimming for an hour now!! Fae is just so happy, oh my gosh I had no idea it would make such a big difference for faer! - 🐶

It's legit adorable she's just smiling and toddling around to look at things and turning on lights to see if they make her eyes hurt lol! They're genuinely really pretty glasses too, I'm so happy for her 😁 - 👑

[closer-stars]

Destress - Jongho

Member: Jongho  Genre: Fluff Requested: Yes @barsformars​  Word Count: a lot??? Content: Hang out with Jongho.  Note: Kind of just wanted to write something a lil random as per the prompts and this came into mind. aaaa mild creative blocks are sucky. y/n and jongho are friends (but are feelings there? hmmmm big think)

The cycle of sleep, train, sing, dance, eat, shower, repeat gradually wore him out that it was Seonghwa’s suggestion to have you bring him out and about for the day. “Just stroll around the city or a park... Jongho needs a change of scenery and possibly a different face and voice.” He joked lightly to you over the phone. 

So now, here you are doing your best to persuade him to walk with you around the city. “C’mon! Accompany me to my errands.” You plead, hands clasp together, as your bottom lip juts out for added effect. It’s a white lie. You actually had a different plan in your head and you just needed him to give in. 

“Don’t give me that look.” Jongho says softly as he leaned against the wall. When his members pull the same look, it did nothing. With you, it’s a little tricky to keep a straight face. He wants to break into a smile, amused and endeared by your antics to get him to do your wishes. For now, he wants to see just how much you wanted him to go out with you. 

With his words, you huff, cheeks puffed out in mild annoyance at his unwillingness to break. Other ideas breeze through your mind, wondering which one will make him cave. You catch his eyes widen a little and it’s already obvius that he knows what’s running in your mind. “Jongho~ Please come with me~” Your voice taking on a sickly sweet tone, smiling so brightly at the male. His resolve shakes a little but not enough for him to move. You sigh and for once Jongho’s a little alarmed. Was he too hard on you?

“I’ll buy you coffee.”

“Iced americano?” Now you’re talking his language.

“Yes.”

“Deal.” So he hops off his bed and as he gets his valuables, you look at Mingi in exasperation. This guy really had the guts. Once he’s ready, the two of you are now out, dragging his ass around the city. 

The first stop being his usual coffee. He was lucky you also liked coffee, though not as strong as his. For someone who likes branded fashion, he was a sucker for free food. More so if it was your money. “How do you even handle Iced Americano?! That’s just water, ice and espresso shots.” You complain to him as you watch the staff make your orders.

“I could say the same for you. How do you like yours so sweet?” There’s a teasing tone in his words and it makes you shoot him a look. 

“Excuse me! Just because it has vanilla sweet cream doesn’t mean it’s that sweet!” You whine. Your defense makes him laugh lightheartedly. He’s thankful though. Besides him, you were the only one who likes their coffee strong and not as sweet as the frappucinos his hyungs usually get. Once your orders have been served, as tradition holds, the two of you exchange drinks to take a sip. Both of you make a face at each other’s order. 

“Anyways, where to next?” He asks, pulling the door open for you. Oh right, you said you had errands that you wanted him to accompany you. So you think fast again as you gnaw on your coffee lid before taking a sip. Eyes dart around, looking for a passable excuse. 

You gesture to the shop across the street. You forgot that they had a jacket you’ve been eyeing lately but never got yourself to check out. That is, until today. He hums, acknowledging the store and lets you lead the way. You go through the items on the racks, looking for that one jacket. Once successful, you raise it near your frame. “Hey Jongho, what do you think?” You ask, as you eye yourself on the mirror. A thoughtful pout on your features as you bounce between buying it or not. 

“You’re cute, but you’re not that cute” He say softly, once he takes a good look at how the jacket looks against you. It was a good jacket, he had to admit that. Maybe not something he’d see in his closet but it was definitely a piece he could see in yours. 

You look at him through the mirror, unsure if you heard what you heard. “What?” 

He doesn’t seem to hear your question though. With his free hand, he looks through the other colors on display. “Try this one.” He hands you another version, taking the one from your hand as he lets you look at yourself with his choice. Your eyes never leave his content features, as you try to find a way to ask him again. But you’ll have to ask him that later, for now you need to see what he sees when it comes to your fashion taste.

In his mind, he finds this jacket a lot cuter on you now. 

It’s times like this that remind you why you often go to him for fashion advice. This color actually looks better on you as compared to the initial one. “Jongho, your mind. I like it.” You praise him as you fold the jacket over your arm as you make your way to the cashier. 

“I can pay for it.” He offers as he follows you. His free hand already reaching for his wallet. 

You give him a look that dares him to go against you. It seemed to work as he instead pouts at you before taking another sip of his coffee. After paying for your new jacket, you flash him a toothy grin, resulting into him chuckling at your delight. He’d like to think he’s part of the reason for that happiness. “So where to next?” 

Right. You were never good with lies anyways so you decide just come clean with it. “I kind of just wanted to get you out of your dorm and studio for a day.” You start, guilt clear in your voice. “I know you like what you’re doing, you just looked so burned out the past few days...” you trail off, eyes anywhere but on the male next to you. “Even your members were already concerned for you.” You’re not sure of how to end your statement, much less where to take it so instead of saying anything else, you just taking a long sip of your coffee. 

Your words do make him think for a moment. He thinks back to the past few days, weeks even; the burden of catching up with everything he had to put on pause, the full speed of their promotion preparations, everything. He could see why you and his members were starting to worry. Could he get mad at that? Not really. He’s actually grateful that all of you look after him even if he wants to be viewed as dependable. His hand reaches up to ruffle your hair, not something you like but you understand it as his way to express affection. 

“Well, persuading me with coffee was a good move. Still, where do you want to go next?” The male asks and your eyes snap to his direction. To be honest, you were expecting him to be disappointed at the very least but he seems alright with it. 

“You’re not mad? or even disappointed?” 

“I can understand why you guys did what you had to do so no, I’m not.” 

A few seconds of silence pass over the two of you. “Can we go to the stream nearby? It’s pretty at night.” He notes the color of the sky: vivid purples and deep hues of red. It won’t be too long until he sees what you meant by how pretty it would be at night, so he lets you lead the way again. 

On your way to the stream, you raise the question of what he had said earlier. “What did you say to me earlier while looking at the other jacket?” You press, wanting to know if what you heard was right. 

Jongho seems adamant in giving into your insistent question. “What? I didn’t say anything.” He says with ease, though the tip of his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip says otherwise. 

“Yes you did! You said something earlier while I was trying on the jacket.” 

“What do you think I said then?” He asks, finding entertainment in your insistence. You pout at his question, unsure of how to word it. 

“Something about being cute.” You give in, you’re starting to doubt if your ears were right. 

He pokes your puffed cheek. “Mhm, the jacket you chose earlier didn’t look that cute on you but the one you have in the bag will look cuter on you.” It was your turn to be speechless, a few steps behind the male who didn’t seem to find any big deal in his words. 

You weren’t wrong when you said it would be pretty at night. It’s beyond pretty for his standards, it’s something he thinks that’s only possible with editing. Yet, even with that kind of editing, it can’t fully encompass the beauty. Lights lit up underneath the small waterfall, making the water look as if it were shining brightly against the night sky. The water that passed under a small bridge was lit in various colorful lightings: it looks as if it was straight out of a Korean drama, especially with the various greenery on both sides. Though couples were sprinkled everywhere on both sides, none of you seem to mind it. Instead, the two of you caught up on life, all while eating street food being sold nearby. The two of you take photos of each other against the lightings and scenery, giggling to each other when someone takes a blurry, candid photo of the other. 

“At least I have a new photo to use for my social media.” 

“Please don’t forget to pay for my services.” He jokes. “It’s around 500,000 won.” 

“Hey!” He laughs at your complaint, raising his arms in defense before you land a flurry of whacks on him. You notice the way his body seems lighter, away from all the stressors and you couldn’t help but smile a little to yourself. 

“On a serious note, I had fun today, even if it wasn’t much, I liked it.” He says, watching a couple take a selfie, their features lit by the multicolored lightings. 

You, on the other hand, look at the water that passes by near your feet. “Always welcome, Haribo. I’m always just a message away if you need to get away from stress.” 

The nickname makes him laugh again, his shoulders raising in the process. “Still Haribo in your eyes huh?” Jongho has told you recently that people have been calling him jelly bear lately but it seems to you that it’s always going to be Haribo. A quick glance at the time results in a soft sigh. Good things do have to come to an end sometimes. “We should head back soon.” 

You look at your phone. “Ah, you have a full schedule tomorrow.” You mumble, a small part of you wishes that you could prolong this moment but it rarely works in your favor. You knew what his job entailed and while you understand, you couldn’t help but think that it sucks sometimes. His hand appears in your line of sight and you look up at him, smiling down at you. With a playful roll of your eyes, you take his hand, pretending to tug him into the stream. You pull yourself up with his help after seeing the flash of surprise in his eyes. 

“Got you there. Also since each shot you took is 500,000... each shot I took of you is 750,000.

“Why are you so expensive?” 

“Someone has to match your standards and taste, right?”

[svtxsoju]

00. prologue | dear miss soju

ღ Synopsis: College is hard. Love is even harder. Good thing the students of Mansae University can write in to Miss Soju, the campus’ very own romance advice columnist! The only problem is she’s never been in a relationship. Ever. There’s no telling what kind of chaos she may cause in the love lives of several of MU’s most eligible bachelors. Too bad no one knows who she really is!  ღ Characters/Pairings: college AU! Seventeen & OC’s, Pairings TBA!  ღ Genre: Romantic Comedy, Slice of Life ღ Warning(s): Mentions of alcohol, underage drinking, mentions of sex, language, bad jokes ღ Word Count: 2.6k words ღ Binu’s Note: hi to anyone who is reading this!!! i’m super excited (and kinda nervous :0) to post this bc i’ve been working on this project for a while now. aaaa i hope there are at least some people who can enjoy it! this is a relatively short-ish chapter but it’s p dense with exposition lol but anyway if ur reading this, thank you i love you!!! 

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Introducing The Front ’s New Romance Advice Columnist: Miss Soju! 

We all have an ideal: an ideal type, an ideal first date, an ideal relationship. The problem is love isn’t ideal at all. And sooner or later, we find ourselves sitting on that plastic chair in that tent on the side of the road with an ache in our chest. You’re hurt, confused, and kind of going crazy-- all the tell-tale symptoms of heartbreak are there. And the only cure? Soju, of course! 

Finding a decent partner and maintaining a healthy, sustainable relationship is difficult enough as it is. Then layer it with the culture shock of university, where you’re experiencing actual adulthood for the first time without mommy and daddy to hold your hand. It’s enough to make anyone lose their minds! Sure, you could always turn to your friends for support and advice, but in all honesty, they’re even more of a mess than you are. 

That’s why Mansae University’s affiliate newspaper, The Front, will be reviving our romance advice column this fall! Each week, Miss Soju will be answering all your burning questions, and that means all of them. Her expertise touches on topics as simple as explaining to that one guy that your love is fated because you passed each other at Yuhaeng Quad, like three times, and extends to more extreme situations that require an anonymous veil, like how to confess to your new boyfriend with the furry fetish that you’ve been severely allergic to animals since you were three and you have no idea how any animals act, let alone… Yikes. 

It’s true, college is full of new and bizarre experiences, some we must go through and some we’d much rather avoid. Who knows? Maybe you’ll meet the love of your life here. But it’s okay to admit that you need a little guidance through the mystical and confusing world of college dating. Miss Soju has got your back, and she’s not afraid to hit you with that real shit. As she always says, good advice is like taking a shot: sweet on the lips but burns your throat as you swallow it down. 

Monday, June 3rd, 2019 3:07PM

“Jihoon, I don’t know if I can do this.” 

Name: So Joohyun. Major: Journalism major with a minor in communications. Estimated graduation year: 2021. Desired position: World News Journalism Intern. That was what she had put on her application for The Front’s junior internship program. She had made sure to attach her published articles and to emphasize her interest in-- no, her passion for-- reporting compelling stories on an international scale. Not once in her application did she indicate that she was an expert in love or sex, let alone qualified to give others advice on the subjects! In fact, she was probably the least qualified person on campus for this position, which was probably the most perplexing aspect of the whole situation. 

But despite all of that, there she was, sitting in Yuhaeng Quad with her best friend, reading the promo piece she had written for Miss Soju. Jihoon had been ecstatic when he had thought of the nickname back in high school. She had snuck bottles of the alcohol over to his house one night after finals week, and he had drunkenly claimed that the name was doubly clever since So-ju were also the first two syllables in her name. When the newspaper had told her she needed an anonymous pen name, it was the only thing she could think of, mostly because creating a secret identity had made her in desperate need of a drink. She changed her mind. Having a secret identity was equally as perplexing as pretending to know how to spice up people’s sex lives. It was like she was some kind of Love Spiderman. She was not ready for that kind of great power or the great responsibility that came with it!

“‘I don’t know if I can do this’?” Jihoon repeated her words slowly. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say those words in that order. Can I take your picture? I need to commemorate this moment.” 

“Can’t you see that I am having a crisis?” she whined. “The integrity of my career is on the line because I’ve never bothered to go on a date!” 

“When are you not having a crisis?” Jihoon laughed. He sat up from lying down on their picnic tarp to give her full view of his smug grin. Originally, he had dragged Joohyun outside in hopes that the perfect summer weather would help relieve some of her stress from the past week. He even found her favorite spot under the shade of an ancient tree that overlooked the stretch of green field. But Jihoon could not call himself a proper best friend if he passed on an opportunity to rub all of this in her face. “This is what you get for chickening out on all our group blind dates! I could have scored that hot bassist girl with the thigh tattoo, but nooo, you always had to put your career first.” 

“Sue me for having priorities!” she huffed. Leave it to Jihoon to chalk this all up to karma. Now that he mentioned it though, she couldn’t help but feel like a higher power was taking a piss on her life. Or maybe it was just the shit-eating smile on Jihoon’s face that had her on edge. Joohyun tried to avert her focus to a couple of boys tossing a frisbee around instead, but somehow that irked her too. The idyllic weather, the carefree students, everything that was pleasant seemed to mock her sour mood. She pouted at the ground in defeat, and continued, “You are the first person to know that if I was told that dating and fucking around were going to be crucial to my journey to becoming South Korea’s top journalist by the time I turn 25, I would have become a hoe long ago.” 

“Woah, are you gonna start your thot phase for this? Are we gonna have a hot girl summer?” The boy began to bounce excitedly. Joohyun felt it was high time to give him the finger, but she also felt a small smile tugging at her frown. “Easier said than done, though. Remember Jessi from high school?”

“Yeah I remember,” she said with a sigh. High school romance had lured so many of her friends into its clutches, with its enticing promises of sweet chocolates and stuffed animals, and she had helplessly watched from the top of the class as they forsook their grades for boys who didn’t even know what deodorant was. She only shuddered to think of the state of their grades after a nasty break up. It was then that Joohyun had decided that her future was not worth risking over a boy’s attention. “Which is exactly why I never got involved in all that mess in the first place.”

“This must be the gods telling you that it’s time to.”

“What kind of fucked up god sets up a virgin as a love advice columnist?” she asked the sky loudly. If she had known there was anyone listening, she would have insisted that her question was rhetorical and was not in need of any type of response! However, the gods cared not for grammar technicalities on the mortal plane. They just couldn’t resist the chance to respond to someone so openly questioning their decisions with some good ol’ spite. Honestly, with the way things were going for her lately, Joohyun probably should have expected the frisbee flying merrily towards her face, even if she hadn’t just challenge the universe. 

“Oh fuck!” Joohyun jerked out of the way and felt the frisbee thunk against her shoulder instead. “Ow.” At this point, she didn’t even have the capacity to be annoyed; she just braced herself for whatever misfortune life threw at her next. 

“Sorry about that!” A boy called out, jogging up to them. As he came into clearer view, she noted that he looked far from misfortunate, and also had to remind herself that staring was rude even if someone was unnaturally handsome. His features were soft yet striking, like he had been carefully sculpted from cotton candy. Or maybe a fluffy rain cloud? Joohyun shook her head a little as if that would get her to stop staring so shamelessly. She speculated whether it was the sun that made it look like his blond hair was a glowing halo. Okay seriously, stop staring! He gave Joohyun a sweet smile when he reached them. “My friend got a bit distracted. Now that I’m here, I can’t say that I blame him. Hope we didn’t do too much damage!” 

“Uh,” was her captivating reply.  

Jihoon, never one to miss such a ripe opportunity, piped up beside her. “She’ll be fine. This is Joohyun, by the way.” 

His smile widened at Woozi’s introduction, and Joohyun could swear there was an actual twinkle in his eyes. “Nice to meet you both. I’m--”

“Yoon Jeonghan!” They all looked towards the call. The ethereal boy let out a startlingly loud cackle at the sight of his friend, who gave the two strangers a sheepish wave before continuing to gesture for Jeonghan to return. Joohyun must have been put in a staring mood, because she didn’t miss how his friend’s big ears were a shade of pink and how they bloomed into a cherry red when they briefly made eye contact. She caught herself wondering if all the boys at Mansae University were always this cute. 

“I guess I better go,” the boy named Jeonghan shrugged. Joohyun felt his fingers brush against hers when he took the frisbee from her hand, his eyes glinting mischievously. Now she was sure she was seeing things. “See you two around!” 

They both watched him retreat in an awestruck silence. That was certainly… unanticipated. Even long after Jeonghan and his friend were out of sight, the brief encounter left a blanket of fogginess lingering over them. Had she not felt his fingers on hers, Joohyun would have easily believed that it had all been in her head. At the same time, she was pretty sure that she wasn’t bold enough to conjure up someone that looked like that on her own. As she continued to fathom how a human being could glow, Joohyun felt the fog dissipate into the warm summer air. She felt like she was waking up from a disorienting dream, and she blinked to hasten the process. To her growing bewilderment, she found that her heartbeat was steady as she came back to her senses, her mind seemingly devoid of the panic and doubt that had plagued her all week. It was a gasp of fresh air. 

Jihoon, on the other hand, had long broken free from the strong impression that the blond boy made. He noted the dazed look on his best friend’s face and rolled his eyes. Who knew that a pretty boy was all it took to make her shut up a bit? He nudged Joohyun impatiently, so that she could pay attention to him while he roasted her for totally flubbing her chances.  “You thinking of risking it all for that guy?” 

In an instant, Joohyun slammed herself back into reality just to shove Jihoon away from her. “That is so not happening,” she said a little too indignantly. Before Jihoon could reassure her that the guy seemed interested enough even though she had only said a single syllable to him, Joohyun suddenly turned to him very seriously. “Do you really think I  can do it, Jihoon?” 

“What, bang that guy? I can try calling him back here if you want,” he snickered. 

“You know what I mean!”  

“Okay sorry, I couldn’t resist,” Jihoon replied, his grin now melting into a familiar smile, the one that could put her at ease on her lowest days. “I just don’t know why you have to ask. You and I both know that you kick ass at writing. You’ve written about stuff like natural disasters and the student protests, no problem at all. It’s not like you have a PhD in environmental science or politics. How is this any different? ”

Joohyun scrunched her face as if Jihoon had just suggested that chocolate milk came from brown cows. “Dude, they’re completely different. Those articles were reporting on facts. I did research, I conducted interviews!” 

“That’s what I’m saying, Joo!” Jihoon exclaimed suddenly. As smart as she was, he couldn’t help getting a little giddy whenever he thought of a good idea before her. “Why not treat Miss Soju like any other of your other projects? I mean, love is probably one of the most well-documented experiences throughout history, and people are still going through all the same shit. There’s probably thousands of resources for a man simping on a hot chick alone. You can even take your pick, like movies, songs, books, weird couples on Youtube?You don’t need to have experience, because you can just do the research! ” 

“Research?” Joohyun repeated. If there was one thing that she was good at, it was doing the work. From the moment she had decided to become a journalist, everything she had done was a strategic move to get her closer to her end goal. She had spent sleepless nights perfecting the details of her writing, countless hours reading through endless archives of old articles. Hell, she even restricted herself from dating for years just so she could focus on keep her grades up. It was almost too easy of a solution. Maybe she was meant to do this after all.

 Another couple of months of research would simply be another hurdle on her way to the finish line and she was getting closer and closer. Finally, she felt a smile spread across her cheeks, a real, genuine smile. “I… I can do that.” 

“Now that,” Jihoon said as he took her hand in his, pulling her up to her feet, “sounds like So Joohyun. Or should I say Miss Soju?” 

She laughed as she dusted the grass off of her butt. “You know, it’s probably not a good idea to include the first part of my name in my anonymous persona. It makes it so obvious that it’s me.”

“Yeah, I mean it would be obvious if people actually knew who you were in the first place,” Jihoon scoffed, narrowly dodging a kick from her. “That’s a good thing for you! Anyway, let’s get out of here, I have a couple of tweaks to make to my song before releasing it tonight. Could you listen to it by the way? I need to know if it’s too cheesy.” 

“Oh, the song you’re writing about your mystery muse?” Joohyun hummed playfully while packing up their blanket. She followed after her best friend as he began the short climb uphill. “I don’t know if I want to, you’ve been pretty out of pocket today.”

“Hey!” he said defensively. “First: I don’t need a muse for my songs, I just have a very vivid imagination and my talent does the rest. Second: I literally just stopped you from giving up on your lifelong dream of becoming a journalist, so I think you owe me one. You’re just jealous I can write love songs without having an existential crisis.” 

“See, that is what I mean by out of pocket,” she paused for a beat. “I may be willing to listen to your song. For a small price, of course.”

“Okay, deal,” he agreed without hesitation, missing the way Joohyun deviously smirked beside him. They reached the concrete pavement at top of the hill and headed in the direction of his nearby apartment. “What is it this time, Ms. So?” 

“Well Mr. Lee, thanks to your lovely suggestion earlier, I have been inspired to begin work immediately. So we shall be watching Twilight on movie night,” she said all too gleefully, mostly for satisfaction that Jihoon’s twisted face of disgust gave her. 

“Do we have to?” he groaned.

 “It’s for my research!”

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I saw your requests are open post and I immediate had to your writings are just 🤩🤩 umm- can you do a Vera x female reader? Au where they're both in Highschool or college? Tysmm!

vera, queen and protector of lesbians and aaaa no thank you so much my works are really not (；ω；) i love your hcs too omg if y’all are reading this you should check out @/tracylvst too!!

btw: in this the “vera” we all know will be named vera, and her twin sister is chloe! switching their names just to make things easier heh

chemistry

college!vera x reader

you were currently having, for lack of a better word, a crisis. you had a term paper for your chemistry class— a mandatory general education class, like hell you would ever choose to take it yourself— due in a few weeks and you had no idea what you were doing.

“you know, i’m a chem major, i don’t mind helping you with your paper,” says your suitemate, vera— nay, your savior, when you voiced your concerns to her one morning.

you two, admittedly, weren’t very close, but at this point the desperation had overpowered any seeds of shame that you felt, and you jumped at the opportunity. “would you really do that for me?!”

the woman gave you a polite smile in return. “of course. i love chemistry, so you’re not a bother at all!”

relief washed over you and you couldn’t help but rush over and give her a grateful hug. vera was taken aback when she felt your arms wrap around her, but she giggled a bit at your cuteness before moving to hold you as well.

~★~

“wait… what?” your head was spinning. “can you repeat that part?” you had been sitting on the floor of your dorm for the past two hours, trying to gain any semblance of understanding in your chemistry class. clearly, and unfortunately, you have not been making much progress— and you were beginning to feel a bit guilty for wasting your suitemate’s time.

vera glanced at your confused expression before patting you on the head. “it’s okay. we have all the time in the world to go over it again,” she smiled.

you felt your face heat up at the pressure of her hand on your hair, and you swore it was like an angel was smiling down upon you. “how are you so good at everything?” you pouted, “it’s not fair.”

vera retracted her hand, surprised at your words. “what do you mean?”

you honestly didn’t register your own words until she asked you that question. scrambling, you try to explain yourself. “i-i mean, you’re smart, obviously, you’re majoring in a science field for god’s sake, and you’re so kind that you can even deal with me— not to mention you’re beautiful...! it’s intimidating to talk to you sometimes because you’re so pretty…” well, you ended up rambling more than you wanted but the damage was done.

vera lifted her hands up to cup her cheeks, feeling the blood rush to them. this was an unfamiliar feeling, praise. she had gotten so used to being the afterthought, and all the praise doing to her much more charismatic twin sister. but when she heard your words, it felt like they could really see her not as “chloe’s sister”, but vera. it… was nice.

your eyes widened at vera covering her face— it wasn’t often one could catch her flustered this way, and for some reason, the fact that she was showing this side of her to you made your heart swell.

vera quickly regained her barings and cleared her throat. “you flatter me too much, after all, those kinds of compliments hold much more weight when you’re the one saying it.”

your heart can’t take vera’s suaveness. “h-huh—“

before you could even finish your interjection, vera continues, “after all, when we met, the first thing that caught my eye was how absolutely adorable you are.” she leans on her hand, elbow propped up on the table in front of the two of you, and smiles at you once again.

you could only pray you didn’t look like as much of a tomato as you felt.

vera chuckled at your reaction and finally turned back to the task at hand, deciding you deserved a break from her teasing. but you really were so cute.

~~

extra;

knock, knock.

you bounced on the balls of your feet in excitement, fiddling with the stapled papers in your hands while waiting for vera to answer the door. after a moment, you heard a lock click and you were greeted by her.

“y/n? what’s up?” she asked, before instinctively stepping aside to allow you inside her dorm.

you happily enter and hand her the papers you were holding, reading the number written on the top aloud: “92. i got a 92 on my term paper!” you engulf her in another hug, not dissimilar from the one you had given her weeks ago when she first agreed to help you, and this time she automatically accepted you into her arms. you couldn’t help but think that here, enveloped in vera’s warmth, is where you wanted to stay.

“i’m so proud of you! i may have helped you, but you earned this grade yourself,” you heard her say.

in a moment of boldness, you separate yourself from her. vera was disappointed in the loss of contact for a moment— but then you cup your hands around her face and press your lips to hers, and she decides that everything feels right.