#is this what's called 'writing urself into a corner'????

[kalloway]

I'm just gonna up and admit it:

Main reason I have been slacking on Android AU stuff (im like 95% sure) is because I wanted to make Miriam be smart with math/number stuff, but........ I an extremely not good with math, so I'm just like :///////

also androids kinda make that an obsolete skill so it's like why would I do this to myself

[swordsandholly]

def need more ditzy reader with mechanic 141- the only thing that tops my love for military men is blue collar boys <333

make sure to take care of yourself tho lovie!! don’t burn urself out :))

I for sure want to write more of her. Hopefully after this insane week at work I’ll be able to really sit down and crank out some writing. For now I’m battling my way through Ch 3 of Across the Way

But pls enjoy this little not proofread experimental snippet I wrote for ditzy reader

“Look.” Your landlord sighs loudly. Like you’re the one inconveniencing him. “I’ll send someone out.”

“That’s what you said two days ago! And three days before that!” You stomp your foot at no one just to get some of the anger out.

“I’ll get to it when I get to it.”

“Why can’t you-“ The line cuts before you can finish. The jerk hung up on you! What the hell!

You pout, plopping down into your desk chair and sighing. What are you supposed to do? You’re not allowed to call a handyman according to the lease and you don’t have a boyfriend right now. You can’t keep washing pans in the bathroom. It’s gross.

You huff.

“Alright?” Simon asks and you whirl in your chair. How does he walk so quietly?

“Yeah…” You pout harder under his steady gaze, slipping down further into the chair.

“You’re a terrible liar, luv.” His eyes crinkle in corners with a smile.

“Well…” You shrug, twiddling your thumbs in your lap. “My kitchen sink has been broken for a whole week and the landlord won’t do anything about it! I called and called and he just keeps saying he’ll send someone and then doesn’t!” Your voice pitches at the end, real annoyance bleeding through into the edges of your words. You fist your hands in your skirt.

“That’s all?” He raises an eyebrow. “Why didn’t you just ask one of us?”

You blink twice, staring up at him. Your face heats and you look away bashfully - not wanting to admit you didn’t think to ask for their help. Stupid. “I don’t want to be a bother…”

“I’ll come by after work.”

“You don’t have to-“

“I’ll be there.” He nods before marching back into the garage. You just blink after him as he goes.

True to his word, Simon shows up at your door with a massive tool box in hand. Really, he still can’t believe you live in such a shit complex. Price pays you well enough. The locks might as well be paper-mache. Simon lowers his mask before knocking. He trusts you with his face - hell you probably forget it every time you look away - but he also wants you to trust him too. For whatever reason.

You’re staring when you open the door. Big doe eyes looking up at him and blinking slowly. He wonders what goes on behind those blank eyes of yours - if it’s nothing at all or such a chaotic dialogue that you can’t process it enough to pay attention.

All or nothing.

“Gonna let me in, doll?” He asks. You startle, not realizing how intensely you zoned out.

“Oh! Yes!” You jump out of the way, letting him into your small studio apartment. Every time he thinks your shorts can’t get smaller he’s proven wrong.

Simon takes a look around, huffing at the net full of stuffies hanging on the wall. Everything about your home is soft - soft colors, soft fabrics. It smells like vanilla, just like you always do when you come into the shop. His eyes lock briefly on a well-loved sewing machine covered in stickers with a project still under the needle. You must have been working on it before he got here.

Did you mean to leave your bra hanging on the back of that chair right by the kitchen? Lacy and lilac. He’ll have to remember that for some other time. Maybe your birthday.

“Let’s ‘ave a look.” He sighs, knees popping as he crouches in front of the sink. It’s a fucking mess, that’s for sure. At least you figured out how to turn the water off.

“Pipe’s busted.” He says. “I can seal it but it’ll take a sec.”

“Okay.” You murmur.

Simon sighs as he turns onto his back to get a better look. He doesn’t miss the way you stare blatantly at his midsection as his shirt rides up. He might adjust some to expose just a bit more.

You really are the least subtle thing in the planet, aren’t you?

“Can you come hold the light f’me, luv?” He points to the toolbox.

“This one?” You ask, as if it isn’t the only flashlight in the box.

“Yeah.”

“Like this?”

“Yup.” At first he expects you to sit silently so he can concentrate, but he quickly realizes that was far too presumptuous.

“Do you have a girlfriend, Si?” You ask quietly.

He huffs. “No.”

“Oh.” You chew your lip. “You seem like the kind of guy that would.”

Simon has never heard a bigger misread in his damn life but he’ll take it as a compliment, he supposes. “Why do you ask?”

“Cause this is boyfriend work and you’re good at it.”

Simon tries to see your logic - he really does - but he just has no clue how those things are even remotely related. Sure, guys fix things for their girlfriends but calling it ‘boyfriend work’ when anybody with two cents could do it is a bit silly. More than, if he’s honest. He just grunts in response, at a total loss for how to respond.

Simon looks down at you. The way you kneel as your cleaving spills out of your tiny tank top - one of many you insist on wearing so often. He can give into temptation just a little bit, right? “Gonna need you to get closer, doll.”

“Oh!” You scoot forward until your knees brush his side. So ready to listen. Cute.

“Can you lean in a bit?”

“Like this?” You lean forward, chest pressing against him while your hand splays over his midsection for balance. Fucking hell.

“Perfect. Good girl.”

It’s bold and a bit uncoordinated even for him. Something Johnny would try. The purposeful choice of words seems to go right over your head. Instead you blush and smile, shifting your hips just a bit. Your chest pushes further into him. So soft.

Fuck.

You’ll be the death of him. Thank god you’re too unobservant to notice that he’s rock fucking hard.

He’s already done with the sink by the time of this little exchange, but he pretends to tighten some useless bolts anyway just to keep you against him a little longer before shooing you away. It’s cute, the way you scramble to get out of the way. Simon turns the water back on before standing, and gesturing toward the sink.

“Give it a try, luv.”

A little furrow forms in your brow as you step forward to turn it on, crouching and standing to make sure the leak has stopped. You turn the faucet off and whip your head around with a grin.

He’s pretty sure you burst an eardrum with the pitch of the squeal you let out, bouncing over and tightly wrapping your arms around his waist. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

“It’s no pro-“ he cuts off as you push up onto your tip toes and press a kiss to his cheek. He can’t help but bark out a laugh. Little minx.

“Oh, I got some lipstick-“ You reach up to smudge it off but he bats your hand away. He’ll wear it back to the garage and show off the kiss he got. Johnny’s going to absolutely fume.

[ddejavvu]

lil rooster req if ur feeling it!

bradley being a dom just all the time in general like even domestically. he just does it naturally. reminds u to take ur meds or vitamins, has u wake up on time, helps u get dressed, calls u at work to check on u, PICKS U UP FROM WORK (OMG), like drives u around, yk just making sure u take care of urself

idk if this makes any sense or is enough to write abt…sorry!!

Being roused from sleep is never pleasant, but it isn't always abysmal. You feel the scratch of Bradley's mustache against your skin as he nestles a kiss somewhere between your neck and your jaw, and you groan, hoping the sound comes out questioning.

"Time to get up," Bradley hums, smearing more warm, sticky kisses over your heated skin. You blink blearily at him, and your eyes are narrowed as you squint to see him.

"I let you sleep in another twenty minutes past my alarm," Bradley informs you, his eyes devoid of the sleep that plagues yours, "But it's time to go, missy."

"Don't call me that," You grumble, shoving away his hands when they try stealing your blankets. He laughs, only redoubling his efforts.

"What, missy? I can do ma'am, instead."

"Absolutely not." You scowl, whining when he uncovers your curled-up form and wraps a strong hand around your bicep to haul you upright.

"Yes, ma'am." You can hear the shit-eating grin in Bradley's voice as he pulls you off of the mattress, your limbs locking clumsily as you attempt to stay upright. He lets you rest against his chest, but when you seem to be winding down more than you are waking up with your cheek laid against his shirt, he takes your face in his hands.

"Come on, baby, wake up." He strokes placatingly at your cheeks, mustache now brushing against the bridge of your nose as he kisses its tip, "It's time to go. I got your clothes all laid out for you already, that jacket I bought you the other day with the shorts and socks you liked with it. I made breakfast, now all you gotta do is get up so we're not late leaving."

"I don't wanna go to work," You plead, as if he'll understand and let you slink back beneath the covers, "Just go without me."

"Mm, I don't think so," He laments, tugging you away from the bed by your wrist when it seems like you might try diving back into its warm embrace, "Come on, sugar, the sooner we get going, the sooner we can talk on your lunch break, and the sooner I can come get you after work. Then we're gonna go shopping, okay?"

"For what?" You smear away the grainy substance that's cemented itself to your skin at the corners of your eyes, "We went shopping yesterday."

"You're almost out of face soap," Bradley hums, "Noticed it last night when I washed your makeup off. And I saw a bag that matches your new sweater, so when we go get it, we can pick up both."

"Okay." You mumble flatly, stumbling where you're trying to tug on your shorts with far less coordination than you need for the task. You bump your head against his shoulder as you stumble sleepily to the kitchen, but he senses all of the gratitude in your voice that you're too tired to properly voice yet when your raspy voice grumbles, "Thanks, Brad."

"You're welcome, honey." He sidles up behind you in the kitchen, unable to resist a fond squeeze to your ass through the shorts he'd picked out for you, "Gotta take care of you, you know that." He presses a kiss to the soft skin just behind your ear, his nose nestling into its curve as he wraps you in a hug from the back, "Love takin' care of my girl."

[b1mbodoll]

i was thinkin abt big sister yunjin forcing (noncon!!!) you to take her g!p to get a possible spot in her sorority ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ shes so mean she probably fucks u silly in front of the others sorority sisters and let them grope + call u names T_T she'd also make sure to stuff your cunt full of her cum while calling you nothing but a dumb little girl </3 🎀🎀🎀

pairings: le sserafim unnie line + kazuha x f! reader

warnings: stepcest + noncon + fivesome + dumbification + degradation + g!p + omorashi + filming + mind break + freeuse + anal

💌: i literally stopped painting my nails to write for this bc noncon 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 her passing your around and letting g!p sorority sisters! chaewon, sakura and kazuha fuck you too 😵‍💫

yunjin isn’t stupid. she knows her future sorority sisters want to fuck you, cant wait to get their paws on you ‘nd use you however they like. and they finally get the chance to, telling yunjin that the only way she gets in the sorority is if they’re allowed to fuck her precious stepsister.

yunjin doesn’t prep you, nor does she ask for permission before stretching you out around her cock, just bullies her length inside your hole n pins you down. you can see kazuha filming out of the corner of your eye and it makes your cunt drip because you have a feeling they’re all gonna jerk their dicks to the tape later. your stepsister tells one of the girls to shut you up because as much as she loves hearing you cry she can’t risk getting caught. chaewon decides to step up and stuffs her fingers down your throat while pushing her dick against your face.

your face is wet with tears, drool dribbling down your chin and you think there’s no way it can get worse. but it does. kazuha props her phone up before making her way to you and forcing you to cup her balls, groaning at the feeling.

sakura watches for a good while. lets yunjin cum in your pussy, chaewon fuck your mouth and kazuha cum on your face before it’s her turn. kkura’s the biggest perv among them and it shows when she takes your sister’s spot behind you, spitting on your asshole before sheathing her cock deep inside. takes inspiration from the hentai she watches ‘nd tells you the dirtiest things. says shes gna spray her cum so deep inside you it paints ur brain and although what she’s saying is complete nonsense, it’s what sends you over the edge.

the girls can’t get enough of you and pump you full of cum for hours, their dicks causing your mind to break n body to go limp. all you can do is moan and beg for more <3 the amount of semen flooding your insides is insane and the pressure causes you to piss urself. all of them sneering at you and humiliating you, except for yunjin. your loving stepsister praising you for taking their cocks so well.

after your sister gets accepted it doesn’t get any better. yunjin and her friends keep you in the sorority house, ur only purpose to serve them and drain their cocks.

[yaut-jaknowit]

Okay lil idea! Don’t force urself to do this I had to write this down before I forget.

Fem reader who has a soothing lullaby voice while also good at singing!, reader lives in a cabin deep in the woods, hunts and build her own tools, she uses a bow and arrow, got that magnificent strong will, stubborn as shit tho, never backs down from a challenge no matter how overpowered her enemy is. Very smart mouth always fights back never fail to step back from a fight.

Fem reader x We'ar-ow

Siren Calls for a Challenge

Pairing: We'ar-ow (female Yautja) x Reader

Word Count: 3913

Summary: Deep in the woods of Alaska, far up north in the state, you have a little hut. It serves it purpose throughout the years and seasons. You live and hunt up there, far from civilization. The best life you've known. As you venture out for a hunt you've planned, there a shimmer in the tree line.

Author Note: I'm gonna be honest, I don't know if I did the smart mouthing right. I had to look up good comebacks and comments as such for this. I tried to make the reader be super sassy... I hope it works! I do love sassy reader who gives no fucks about a Yautja. I should probably write more like that.

Masterlist

Ao3

Deep in the lands of Alaska, was a small little hut that worked perfectly. Just enough space to house one person and the necessities of life. A life of hardships, surviving in world meant for kill or be killed. You enjoyed it. The challenges brought to you almost everyday. The need to hunt for you own food. Even down to creating your own weapons to hunt for said food.

Guns and bullets are useful out here, easier to use against a large predator such as a bear. Yet, to get the ammo and supplies was another thing. It required you to leave the safety of the lands and travel more than fifty miles on foot alone to reach even the nearest civilization. It wasn’t a risk that was worth when arrows are craftable out here. A more renewable source for weapons. Use what the land gives in plenty.

In the confines of your hut, your vocal cords hummed with a tune your parents sung to you while young. Though, it’s original use was to lull you to sleep, now you use to fill in the silence that pierced the air. It was a soft tune that you remembered by heart, letting muscle memory guide you. Both in song and craft

More arrows were needed before the next hunt took place tomorrow morning. The supply was running low after the wind kept knocking them off course a week ago. You still brought down the elk, a smaller one than you meant to. It’s last you the week but supplies were running low. With winter coming as well, you truly needed to stock up on food before the first cold freezes over everything. All the creatures will either hunker down or rarely venture out. You couldn’t do either of those. Your stomach still needed to be filled during that time. Plus, the extra pelts never hurt to be dried and put to good use.

The last arrow had been created and sheathed into your quiver. That was set by the door with your trusty bow. A hunting knife was hung by its sheath next to the bow. Lastly, a machete for anything that tried to be up close and personal with you. This is Alaska. A dangerous land that tried to kill anyone on it, no matter who or what you are.

.

As the sun rose high above the ground, you slipped every piece of gear needed. Hunting knife? Check. Bow and arrows? Check. Machete? Check. Food and water? Also check. Once you deem everything in order, you stepped out into the chilling air. The door creaked closed behind you.

Cool air filled your lungs to the brim and enjoyed the bitting to help you wake up then you exhaled. A short, small white cloud appeared in the air. It immediately disappeared afterwards. Perfect.

A softly smile tugged at the corner of your lips while you began a path towards a known area for elk. A spot where they frequented as of late. You didn’t want to spook them from the area so soon and have to track them down all over again. Always a balance to nature, including this. After this, you would have to find a new spot to hunt before winter fell over the area. Or else, you would be stranded with no easy food source in the dead of winter. That was lesson you once learned the hard way. All it took was that one time.

Hunger wasn’t a fun feeling.

Though, you live within the confines of nature, you enjoyed every moment you were allowed this. A peacefulness that washed over you. As if you were just taking a normal stroll out to wander around. Yes, you were on a mission but it was never wrong to breath in this life you were given. A life you were too stubborn to die from, to give up. Anyone or thing would have to rip it out of your cold, dead hands.

In a peaceful atmosphere, you were still on watch. Lax as your form was, you watched everything around. Anything that could pose a threat to your way of life. May it be a mountain lion or bear growing to comfortably around your territory. You made a mental note inside of your head. Then, later on, a plan would be devised on how best to solve this situation all by your lonesome. There was no backup, no other savior this deep into Alaska. It was just you out here. Just you.

Light, carefully placed steps took you from the cozy little cabin you called home. Deeper into the forest, tracking down prey you needed to eat. With such knowledge, muscle memory guiding you, you reached the known grazing area and stopped just shy of the tree line. The meadows were void of larger life. Only soon-to-be wilting grass filled the open space. You hunkered down in a bush and took a couple sips from your water. It was refreshing over your tongue, cooling down your slightly warmed body. The hike long and helps warm up your body.

In the brush, you pulled your bow free from your torso and notched an arrow. Like the predator you’ve become, you wait as one, never faltering your gaze from the open meadows before you. Today, you were taking home next week’s food.

The day was slightly hotter, not enough to shrug off the jacket pelt that hung off of your shoulders. The sun rose higher in the sky but never crested to hit the peak. The tilt of the earth did not allow for that. It stayed midway through the blue sky the entire time, short in the amount of hours for light.

Soon, light would be a rarity this far north into Alaska.

As your hand reached out to touch the pouch containing water, a shimmer of light your attention. You froze to the spot, breath caught in your throat.

Out on the other side of the meadows, just into the tree line, sunlight reflected off something. You didn’t dare to move, only observing as the shimmered moved closer into the meadow. Nothing instantly came to mind to supply what this could be from. It wasn’t like light reflecting off of a cats eye. It was also too light for that to be. Your muscles grew taunt, ready to spring into action at a moments call.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed movement and had to take your gaze off of the shimmer. Elk. A herd of elk you’ve grown to know pranced into the meadow. A spot known for their grazing. The group bowed their heads and began to snack away at the grass.

The shimmer caught your attention again yet goes unnoticed by the prey animals. Downwind from them, you waited for a single elk to walk just close enough to strike down.

The herd dispersed a little, spreading out and growing closer to your hunkered down. You steeled your nerves despite the disturbance across the field. The bow in hand was held tighter and prepared yourself to pull the string back and fire the notched arrow.

As you prepared for the upcoming kill shot, the shimmer was on the move. Internally, you cursed and prayed to whatever god would listen to you this thing wouldn’t disturb your hunt. Just don’t spook the herd! That’s all you could ask for. It could be weeks before they returned to spot if it scared them badly.

Before you could comprehend the sight unfurling before you, one of the elks laid dead on the meadow. A large axe lodged into his head, nearly splitting the skull into two. The creature officially dead with no chance of escape. Your jaw dropped at that alone.

Then, the air was caught in your throat.

Pink, cream, and purple. A humanoid form stood at the down elk, easily dwarfing it. Adorn in metal armor, a mask covered the entirety of its face; hiding away what hid below. Four long… dreads hung over its shoulder. Then, the rest were tied up behind its elongated head shaped slightly like a dome on top. That was all you could get from the distance away.

All the other elk scattered like the prey they are. Anger flared to a blazing heat behind your sternum. With little care of what this thing was, you marched out into the field like a crazed hunter. Your steps were loud and easily announced your presence to this creature. This damn thing ruined your hunt and made you lose your next week’s food. Worst of all, this probably scared off the herd. They won’t return for some time. A growl rumbled in the back of your throat.

A blank, metal expression snapped up at you. That didn’t deter you in the slightest. You got within twenty feet of it before a bone rattle snarl bore through the rather quiet air. That stopped you in your tracks. A warning. A threat. If you stepped an inch closer, you would end up like its downed prey.

You still set a glare on the unknown, faceless creature. A challenge burning in your heated eyes. “You stole my kill. You ran off the herd. You spooked them! They won’t come back here for weeks,” you accused, knowing this thing couldn’t respond back to you. Humanoid or not. This wasn’t a human. Not with its height or the strange shape of its head. But it messed with your hunt. You weren’t about to let that slide.

Behind its emotionless mask, clicks and hisses sounded. It sounded like it was grumbling to itself. As if you were just some gnat that was annoying it. Your hand tightened on your bow, straining the wood under you palm. “You ruined my hunt,” you spat at it and pointed a finger at the unknown creature.

It snorted, muffled, and leaned down. The hatchet was swiftly pulled from the skull of its kill. The weapon twirled in its fingers. A skilled trick just show you how well it was versed with the axe. Your free hand drifted to the machete latched to your hip, ready to defend yourself.

“I did no such thing.” Soft in its tone yet told you about a chapter in its life of battle. Your grasp on the weapon nearly dropped it to the meadow’s grounds. This humanoid figure that clearly wasn’t human spoke to you.

Your eyes only flinched for a second before the glare was returned in full force. “Yes, you did! I set out this morning and waited in the brush since then for them to return here. They are a herd I follow. I know their pattern. You just scared them off!” Your body was shaking with anger. The comfort of your life had been disturbed by this thing.

The humanoid figure brushed you off by kneeling down. A knife was pulled free from a sheath at its side. With practiced movements, it sliced through the belly and began to clean its kill. This was hunter. It was too precise with the cut, the way it scooped out the guts. Your eyes narrowed on the creature and stepped closer.

An axe stuck out of the ground before your feet. Your gaze snapped down to it, nonchalant about its threatening manner. “You think that scares me?” you mused with a dangerous grin. You knew your prowess and were willing to challenge this creature for its hunt. “I’ve face worse than whatever you are.”

Without taking your eyes off of it, you leaned down and plucked the weapon from the ground. It wasn’t meant for you hand. The size and weight weren’t something even the average human would use. Yet, you still twirled it, testing its weight. “I think this mine now.” An shit eating smirk spread your mouth wide as you looked at the kneeling figure.

The growl it released shook the very ground you stood on. But, that didn’t deter you. Like any other predator who wonders into your territory, you’ll just beat it back until it learns its lesson.

It rose back to a standing position, body tense, ready just like you. You only shifted slightly into a less cocky stance and prepared to fight if it came down to it. This creature easily towered over your form, that much you could tell with the distance between you. That didn’t deter you. Instead, that only pushed more adrenaline into your veins, heart pounding into your ear.

“it’s only fair I keep this. Deny all you want, but you ruined my hunt. I feel like you need to pay for it. Either with me taking this as payment-“ you held up the hatchet- “or possibly with shed blood may sedate me enough.” The long-handled weapon was twirled again, showing off the fact you knew how to handle it.

Behind the mask, it scoffed and rolled its shoulders. “You didn’t have rights over this hunt,” it snarled at you and pulled out another hatchet on its other hip.

“I’d agree with you but then we’d both be wrong,” you snarked dropped your bow onto the ground and used the newly freed hand to grasp at your machete. Both of your hands filled with a weapon. One you were far more knowledgeable then the other.

The soles of your self-crafted shoes dug into the soft earth. Your muscles helped you launch yourself forward, straight at the creature. Instantly, you took up the offensive position. Your moved were swift, bringing down the hatchets blade  to bed itself into the creatures shoulder. An action it caught onto quickly. You weren’t looking to kill, only maim.

This newer weapon was harder wield than your machete, a different fighting style in general. It left you open for attack. The hatchet held high above your head to bring down onto its skin.

It darted backwards and started its own offensive attack. A battle of dance, trading blows and swings. Neither figure willing to back down. There you were, keeping up with this thing. Though, only by the skin of your teeth where you able to skim past without losing a limb.

A slice cut at your side, tearing your shirt open. Fresh, hot blood graced the open sky and dripped down your skin. You snarled, teeth bared in a whole show of unbridle rage. The beast returned the gesture with a bellow that shook your bones. You bared more down on it with a slash that drew its own blood and dipped the tip of your blade with neon green fluids.

The two of you trading dodges and hits the same. You were able to keep up with a beast such as it.

More cuts opened your skin. None of them fatal.

Both of you backed away from each other. Sweat clung to your skin uncomfortably, doing its job in cooling down your overheated body. Your shoulders heaved with panting breathe as you surged for air and studied the beast after a timeless battle. It took panted, chest expanding with each inhale.

“I didn’t expect for you to be able to put your money where your mouth is. If you have one. I’m impressed,” you mused and rolled one of your shoulders. An ache growing in the taunt muscles. “It’s time to leave. I told you; this was my food for the week.”

Either it straight up ignored you or just didn’t bother to care. You were quick to find yourself back into a harrowing battle with it again.

“Whoa, whoa. Hold your horse, there’s-guh! There’s plenty of me to share. Gotta keep some of it for the ladies though,” you jestered. The grin returned to your face. The hatchet’s blade skirted past the spot you once were a second before. “Man, you truly want to break off a piece like a kitkat bar.”

A small pout passed over your features when it didn’t even make a chittering noise. “it’s okay if you don’t like me. I know not everyone has good taste.” The creature only faltered for a second but left you a moment slice along its pink thigh. The creature snarled and whipped its axe towards you. Barely missing your scalp if you didn’t duck just in time.

“Oh, you missed me!” Despite not seeing its facial expressions freely, you read the irritation clear as a sun day. The muscles that lined its forearms flex while it gripped the wooden handle tighter. You thought it was about to cleave your head into two when it had the chance.

Something caught the heel of your foot while dodging a particularly deadly swipe. You gasped and teetered over straight onto your rump with a grunt. This was the end. The dance had ended with you making a fatal mistake.

Instinctively, you brought up your machete to block an knowingly incoming blow. Pain exploded in your  forearm as a weight bared down on it. You choked on spit and fought underneath the tremendous weight, but it was futile.

A blade was pressed to the vulnerable part of your throat. One swipe and everything would be over. You swallowed down the lump building in your throat and looked up at the winner.

Behind its massive head, a halo of light framed it. Like a god or goddess peering down at your injured form. The seconds began to tick on by. The only sound in the air being the two of you panting to regain a balance. Your tongue darted out to wet your dry lips.

It never came for the killing blow.

“If you’re expecting me to beg for my life, might as well finish your cleaning. You won’t get anything from me,” you spat though there was a slight tone of respect in your voice. It fought well again you and became the winner in the end.

More weight was shifted onto your arm as it shuffled above you. The hatchet was pulled away and latched onto its belt. You knew at a moments notice, it could whip it back out and finish the job. Then, it’s stolen weapon was plucked from your smash arm and sheathed all the same. You clenched your teeth together in both the pain and disappointment it got it back from you.

“Can you at least give me the curtsey of knowing who and what you are before you kill me?” you questioned, tone still firm but with less anger in it. You truly wanted to know what this thing was. At least you could take that knowledge with you before it took your life.

Weaponless hands, one pinched your chin and tilted it up so you could face it. The other reached up and pulled at two tubes attached to its head. A small hiss entered the air before it tugged the metal mask free from its spot.

What was revealed wasn’t something you would ever expect. You nearly cringed at the sight. This wasn’t anything known to mankind. As if a crab was turned humanoid with a face like that.

Four mandibles or fangs adorn its completely inhuman features and twitched every once in a while. Hidden behind those were more teeth you didn’t wish to meet at anytime. Then, orange pupils that could possibly glow in the dark peered down at you. A predator look set on your pinned form. This thing screamed predator. A creature born, built for the hunt.

The hand on your chin stayed and forced you to keep looking into its eyes. “You would be dead by now. Your head hanging from my belt. Consider yourself lucky that I spared your life. I see potential in yout skills. I want to help develop those skills. I will not let them go to waste. You need a teacher.” That voice, less muffled this time.

“Wow, sparing my life? I feel so honored.” Even after escaping death, not fully though, you were still being smart mouthed.

It tightened its grip. “I might take back my offer.” The creature leaned down crowded into your space. You flashed your teeth at it with a grin.

“Nah, you wouldn’t. Seems like you already like me too much to do that.” You don’t know how you do it but you act like this was conversation with an old friend. It growled and shoved your head to the side but never made a move to gut you like the elk.

Then, it stood back up, towering over your laying form. You sat up and rubbed at your wrist you knew surely was going to bruise later today. “You still didn’t answer my questions.” If you were going to work with this beast, you would like to a put to its strange face.

At this point, the two of you caught your breaths. Its chest expanded with a deep, heavy breath. The beast turned on its heel to look down at you with a critical eye. “I’m called We’ar-ow. You will learn later what I am once I deem you worthy of the information.” You faked gasped and got up, placing a hand over your heart.

“Oh come on! We just had a battle to a near death,” you whined. “I feel like I’ve earned it.” The machete you once bore was sheathed back into its spot on your hip. Your body now sliced with multiple cuts that will require some medical assistance but not at that very moment.

All the pink beast did was look down at you with a neutral expression. Despite the difference of features, you felt it was universal for the expression to mean the same. “Fine. If you can’t answer me that, can you at least tell me if you’re an alien or not.” Still with cheeky smirk on your face. Yeah, you’ll learned it could if it so wishes. Why not tempt fate while you’re at it?

Its pink back met you, long legs striding away from you. The creature turned its head to look over its shoulder for a second. “Yes.” You jumped up and thrusted a fist in the air.

“Ah-ha! I knew it.” You scrambled after We’ar-ow, not wanting to wander too far from it. “So… what happens now? You said I had potential or something.” You were forced to trot next to the newly friended creature. The steps easily dwarfing three of your own.

We’ar-ow, if you remember correctly, knelt down at the belly of elk it once worked on and returned to cleaning its kill. “You will quiet down and stop asking many questions,” she snapped at you but didn’t even look over at you, focused on cutting out unneeded parts.

“Well, that’s going to a problem. I want to learn, that requires questions.” You had the creature caught then. It grunted underneath its breath and sheathed its blade after wiping it off. “I can carry that if you want.”

Orange eyes glanced over at your smaller frame. Yes, you were muscular for having to survive in a wilderness that was more than happy to kill you. The creature dipped its domed head and stood up.

You walked over to the dead elk and glanced at We’ar-ow. “Watch and learn from the master.” You crouched down onto your haunches, careful of your weight and maneuvered the downed elk onto your shoulders. A single push and you were back to a standing position, proudly looking at We’ar-ow. “Where to master?”

Oh, you were going to have fun with this creature.

[leclsrc]

2 days before my birthday i had an urge to check my followers list and found a hive mind w/ a population of over 5,000 party people, porn bots, and perv anons. WHAAAT.

i’d like to preface by saying i’ve never been happier than when i was up daily, writing for this blog, pulling inspiration from all corners of life and cherishing in the fact that people got what i want to put across and even appreciated it. thank u is not enough. what a trip!!! a year ago i was a follower of talented writers who i now call friends, with the beginnings of my first ever fic barely in fruition, and that stuns me.

the future for this blog is a little foggy with how much life i’ll be needing to live in the next few months. but while i have you, let’s celebrate!!!

send me a driver and a prompt from this list

send me a driver and a prompt from this nsfw list

req a drabble based on a song of yr choice!

this event closes 17 november, midnight gmt. can’t promise i’ll complete everything in time but keep them coming :) ps if any of u r wondering the only sequel in order is the one to 'do you want it?' !!!

now for the thank yous which are so clearly in order—

to mack @formulaforza, thank you for everything. i wish i knew you sooner and i wish you and i grew up together with how often you get me all figured out – in times of quiet and inactivity i still manage to find you in bites of butter and knee scrapes, and when i feel like there’s nothing good to read i creep back onto your masterlist and exhaust it until my eyes droop closed. but besides being a brilliant writer you’re a true friend, not just to me but to everyone u surround urself with… i’m just lucky i’m in ur orbit

to dani @silverstonesainz, i still think of u as a famous writer i somehow lucked out with on the friendship front. the fame is deserved though because the talent is oh so thereeeeee. you’re an angel and a staunch defender of ur friends and u don’t deserve a lot of things that were thrown at u. i love you a lot and i miss you moresies

to the discord server of writers that so readily keeps me laughing and updated on the f1verse after i’m gone for weeks/months, thank you. backreading over 100 messages on random wednesday mornings reminds me why a community on this app is soo necessary!!!! keep being brill writers :***

[magicaldreamfox1]

If it’s not too late: phone sex operator vegas au?

hi hello ily it is NEVER too late to talk abt phone sex operator vegas au

so have u ever seen hit show castle (2009)–

akgkdl okay brace urself it's backstory time. so anyone who knows me knows that i am a big castle (2009) enthusiast (the ONLY show i refuse to watch with it's original english audio this is a german dub party ONLY) i have rewatched the entire series all 8 season MULTIPLE times. now i do this while giffing i put it on and then it plays in the corner of my screen while i do my thing.

and one day season 4 episode 12 came up. now if u are not well versed in castle (2009) lore in this episode a young woman is found murdered and her death is quickly connected to the mayor of new york who is a good friend of castle. now the mayor plotline isn't important what's important is that the victim used to have like a really good job and then gave it up and threw away all her electronic devices and moved into a shitty little apartment for seemingly no reason. while investigating the victim's job castle and beckett are led to: dial a goddess. a phone sex hotline call center.

most of this isn't important i just like castle

so as i was watching this i was like wait a fucking moment. vp brainrot → vp in photoshop → castle phone sex call center in the corner → vp phone sex operator au

so! now i get to the part where i actually tell u abt the au alvkdkfks

pete as the poorest most pitiful security guard in the entire world just trying to get thru his shift at this fundraising event getting his ear talked off by porsche who's currently lecturing him abt his sex life and masturbation habits. once the shift is finally over porsche gives pete a number to call and a few bucks and zooms off to a dick appointment with kinn. after a lot of contemplation and denial pete decides to call the number one evening and well who else could be speaking on the other end except vegas ofc? what follows is pleasant conversations, a lot of hr violations, inappropriate familiarity and possessiveness over customers, more feelings than anyone involved really expected and also. some hard earned phone sex

im very Very excited to write this it is All plotted out all i need to do is write it. i've already started on the hilarious first scene but i might have to rearrange some of it

here is a little snippet for u !!!

Pete wants to die.

This is not how he wanted to spend his shift.

They're doing security for some kind of charity event — Pete couldn't be bothered to remember what kind — and regrettably, there's not much to do except stand around, so Porsche has unfortunately taken the opportunity to give — entirely unsolicited — advice and commentary on Pete's sex life. In broad daylight. In front of the wealthiest people in Thailand. Loud enough so everyone can hear, since Porsche doesn't care much about trivial things like indoor voices.

Even though, Pete does not tell Porsche about his sex life.

But, of course, he won't let himself be stopped.

So, as Pete contemplates the benefits of strangling his coworker-turned-friend-soon-to-be-enemy, he chatters idly about his many hookups in clubs and bars alike.

"–like, you really need to get better at flirting, Pete, it's sad watching you. It's not even hard to pick someone up. But, like, bestie, you have no rizz."

"Porsche. What the fuck is that."

ask me about my wips !

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Hii! For the flower meme prompt could you write for Leona + (30.) Rainflower? Thank you!!

PS: hope u can motivate urself back!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧ (and...UGH these prompts are so cuteeee!! It was so hard to choose one lol)

Leona Kingscholar: 

Rainflower - realizing that you/they love them/you back.

You could tell from the irritated twitch of his ears that Leona has had enough.

You’re surprised he even showed up to the meeting his brother called but there was a part of you that knew it was because you weren’t going to deny the invitation. As a couple you were expected to appear together, so while you might not raise a complaint to Leona not appearing he knew the rest of his family would eat him alive. But there’s an internal debate going on in his head currently, one that was telling him he would have dealt with the same level of annoyance if he’d just stayed in bed and let them come complain to him.

Leona was difficult to comfort, he rarely showed weakness (in fact, you couldn’t think of any time you’d seen him vulnerable unless his overblotting counted). It left you at a loss for how to comfort him, knowing that despite his rough exterior it never hurt to let him know you were in his corner. You hesitated to do something that might sour his mood even more, especially because you would be the one having to deal with him for the few grumpy hours after this, but standing here just watching his unhappiness grow just didn’t sit right with you.

It was a simple thing, just a gentle touch where you approached him from behind and placed a hand on the back of his arm. He gave you a sideways glance and a brief raised eyebrow but since he wasn’t pulling away, you considered it a win. You took another step closer so you were mostly hidden behind his back, hand moving to his back; you started to rub soothing circles, keeping your movement slight so it wouldn’t attract the attention of others.

His tail is flicking but he has yet to raise a complaint, nor has he moved away and looked at you like you were crazy, which is as good a sign as any that he doesn’t mind what you’re doing. His ears have even stopped incessantly twitching each time his brother spoke and rested peacefully on top of his head. When the meeting is called to an end they lower briefly in a ‘thank goodness’ moment of relief, and your boyfriend turned to you with an undecipherable look on his face.

“Were you comforting me in my time of need?” Leona always seemed so smug when he brought up the little things you did for him, even if you were pleased with the fact he noticed at all. He noticed everything; the lesson just hadn’t fully sunk in yet. “How thoughtful of you.”

“Well, you only came because of me so I… felt bad…” You moved to lean the side of your head against his arm now that the room was empty but you’re startled when you nearly fall over, Leona dodging your affectionate move; it left your heart heavy in your chest, wondering if you had perhaps overstepped and not realized.

You’re quickly set at ease as his arms find themselves around you, his hand on the back of your head bringing you closer to his chest. You react accordingly, arms wrapping around his middle as you moved yourself even closer. It might come as a surprise to most, it certainly had to you, but Leona was a very physically affectionate person. While PDA had never been his thing when it was just the two of you, he purred like a kitten whenever your body was pressed against his. He sought out the skin-to-skin contact often, no matter how simple it was.

To even be allowed this close to him…

Maybe he showed you his vulnerable side more often than you thought.

[slothgiirl]

the trashpile: dympna devers

reader runs into dymphna while picking up some groceries. is cleaning out her dead alcoholic fathers place (who probs did drugs too,,mb?). she gets annoyed and snaps at him and he thinks its hot bc everyone else just does what he wants them too

reader takes a walk pretty late because shes sad that her dad died and even tho they had no relationship its like now theres no way he’ll get better and be a dad, hes just gone. dymphna pulls up in his car, tells her to get in, he’ll drive her back. she doesnt want to. he gets out of the car, leaving it running and talks her into taking a ride with her. (he was trying to be friendly in his own obnoxious grandiose way) they end up parking and drinking together and then they fuck. he complains shes prissy bc uni. reader comments uni is just fucking and going to class for exams. “maybe i shouldve gone to uni then?”

reader starts taking her dads stuff to donation centers. breaks apart the table and tries to figure out if she should just leave it on the curb or take it all the way there. takes a break outside, trying to work through the complicated emotions she has over his death. dymphna spots her and is like i can call arm to help u and shes all like oh why dont u just help urself, thinking hes sort of spoiled in the same way the posh girls at her boarding school were even though hes a pretty trashy wanna be gangster. hes all “id help with the right incentive” she tells him to fuck off but ends up blowing him (and getting him to help).

dymphna takes reader to bar. they play pool and he messes with her. reader notices ppl r looking at her and the way they treat him and she wasnt born yesterday like she knows what it means to be a devers but idk shes into his confident aggression. they have drinks and dymphna ditches arm to go fuck the reader back at his. readers like um dont ditch ur friend? but lets it go quick. wakes up alone and his sisters r like “u came out of nowhere” being bitchy and sussing reader out

reader runs into arm and his family. is not surprised his son is on the spectrum and offers to have her mom write a letter of recommendation so she can get the job at the school in Cork. “ur dymphna’s woman.” “hardly, think i'd remember agreeing to that” 

dymphna shows up at her house late at night and makes a fuss until she opens up. they fuck and he learns she handles customer complaints for some websites (compsci major) reader tries to make appointment to sell house but ends up delaying (still mourning her loss). dymphna takes her out for breakfast. 

reader wakes up at his house. this time dymphna is there and reader complains about the mold in the bathroom. they all give her shit for it and dymphna tells arm to figure that out but readers all no dont- charlie asks if its true she went to uni and reader says yeah, it was a bitch but i finished as dymphna pulls her onto his lap to watch tv. she means to get up and leave but feels comfortable and realizes she has a lot of feelings for him

theres a party at the devers and reader and charlie find a corner and nurse a beer while charlie wonders if she might go to uni. reader goes to get another drink and sees dymphna and his uncle doing coke. reader passes on the coke (not stupid). dymphna makes introductions and his uncle comments its probably best she doesnt do coke (look at ursula) reader snaps that its not anyones fault and his uncle is like uve got lip (control ur woman) and dymphna tells her to shut the fuck up yeah babe? reader gets annoyed and goes to bed (when she should just leave) 

reluctantly cleans the bathroom bc fuck shes not using anything when she can see mold and grime built up (scale i think its called on tile?). complains to dymphna that hes a big fish small pond but still takes his uncles shit and dymphna yells at her getting pissed off that she doesnt understand how business is done. throw things at each other and fuck. after he talks about family and stuff (heavy implication he wants her to be his wife) ill take care of u. reader: i make 80k i dont need anyone

theres some party where ppl get pissed drunk. reader doesnt like dymphna getting high and drunk. it reminds her of her father only her dad got comatose and dymphna gets short tempered and somehow even more wild. charlie and reader hide out in her room. charlie mentions sooner or later he’ll come looking for her and readers like ill kick his arse. charlie laughs and asks if reader will help her with her schoolwork. totally. charlie: i thought u were leaving tho reader: idk anymore. finnigan stumbles in and reader tells charlie to go and throws a bottle at the man but misses. he pins her down on the bed but she manages to grab the lamp and smash it on his head. reader is shaking when dymphna comes in to see what the fuck is going on. reader is like “help me take care of this” he agrees. (shes way more hardcore and cool than he is)

reader has arm and dymphna make it look like finnigan was drunk and drove himself off a cliff. arm drives them back into town. dymphna holds reader close. “we take care of each other” “yeah” 

notes: charlie goes to uni and breaks the cycle. reader and dymphna have their weird toxic codependent relationship and reader eventually takes over the family business

[pixxxieland]

EDDIE MUNSON|Neighbours pt.2

part 2

Author’s note: I’m actually pretty excited to write this so i hope it does ok. I’ve changed to Y/N pov just because. This is unedited and poorly written LMAO

warning:

cursing, suggestive theme, and drugs. 18+ only please!

It’s been 7 days since your strange interaction with your long haired neighbour,Eddie. You start to get curious about what he’s doing, where he is, if he’s thought about you..

You shake your head at the thought of that, no- he obviously would not be thinking about our fifteen minute meeting where you acted absolutely fucking weird. Cringing at the thought of you just standing by the front door while he paraded around your apartment in that tight black shirt that hugs him so well. I cannot obsess over a man i barely know. The thought replays in your mind, i wonder if Robin knows Eddie? For 7 days he has played obnoxiously loud music and you’re beginning to wonder if he’s doing it on purpose. It is always at the most inconvenient of times, first thing in the morning, and about midnight.

It is about 6:30 in the morning and the concert across the hall should be starting soon,you roll your green eyes after glancing at the small round clock on your nightstand. Maybe you should just go over there and tell him to stop trying blow your ear drums with his murder music. Without really thinking about it you carry carry on with your morning routine, making tea because you can finally reach your mugs, and smoking a bowl while reading Pride and Predjudice. Your green tea has gone cold after get wrapped up in your book, hmm… that’s strange it’s almost nine in the morning and you haven’t heard Eddie’s music yet. “ has he finally stopped torturing the whole building?” you say jokingly to urself while closing your large book, Robin had called earlier this week to ask you if you’d like to come hang out with her and her new roommate and his friends. She didn’t specify when or what time or how many people will be there she just said, “ if you don’t come this going to be a massive hurdle in our relationship.”

you laugh thinking about the fact that Robin tells everyone that you’re her girlfriend. She is a lesbian, pretty shy about it too- but she just likes to make all the asshole homophobes in Hawkins uncomfortable. Which is fine by you, except when the two of you out drinking and trying to get laid she does not help. If i shower now and get ready it will probably be about ten and that’s a reasonable time to head over. While preparing your shower you think about going to talk to Eddie, would even want to talk to you? you think while pulling off your comfy clothes you d on this morning, an oversized Pink Floyd shirt and a pair of light sage green cotton panties with a small bow at the front, your foot hooks them to the top of it and tosses them in the wooded wicker laundry bin you have tucked in the corner of your bathroom. The water has warm up the bathroom leaving the mirror foggy as you step into the shower. A bath would have been way nicer but it’s pretty easy for you to stay in the tub for hours and not go hang out with your friend. The shower was short lived because you live in a shithole apartment and you get a total of 6 minutes of hot water, grumbling to yourself about how you didn’t even get to shave while wrapping a towel around your small sunkissed body, littered with tattoos. Getting dressed was easy today because you actually did laundry this week, no more scrounging around in laundry baskets of unfolded clothes. You pull out a pair of baggy jean shorts, and a green tank top that is cropped. Your small feet slip into your white birkenstock sandals pleased with the fact that your toes are painted a light shade of purple almost lilac. You almost hope that Eddie is leaving at he same time as you because you look damn good, the shorts hug your waist and make your ass look pretty good, not to mention in the last week you have tanned significantly giving your smooth skin a nice glow. Skipping makeup to day because it is ungodly hot outside it would just melt off your face.

You take a quick look around to make sure you’re not forgetting anything, the door had already been opened as you’re about to take the first step out into the hall you hear abunch of cackling and footsteps, sounds like kids. You take a smoke out of the carton in ur purse and search for a lighter. Realizing you left it in your apartment. “damn” you say under your breath as you turn around to go back inside, not bothering to close your door as you hunt around your place looking for that lost lighter.

“ Whatcha’ looking for, sweetheart?” a familiar voice calls from my doorway, it’s Eddie. you soon turn to look at him. He’s wearing a white quarter sleeve shirt with a red devil face and it says Hellfire. His face has a permanent smirk on it, how is he dressed in that shit? denim vest and black skinny jeans. It is so hot outside i don’t understand, “ Promoting your cult, Munson?” The words come out of your purses lips trying to conceal a little grin. You’re excited to see him, you had hope that he would come out of his apartment today so you could just have the chance to talk to him without making the first advance. Eddie looks down at his shirt and tugs it flat so he can see it, the motion was cute. His smile is kind of sheepish and filled with silly nervousness, “ you know it.”

ughh he’s so pretty in that shirt, oh and the rings, the rings god fucking damn. Your admiration is interrupted by a teenage boy quite a bit shorter than eddie and has curly brown hair with a ball cap on. He’s carrying a bunch of papers and has a backpack sling on his shoulder, you can hear more footsteps. “sacrifice any virgins yet with that cult of yours?” you tease as the curly haired teen stands behind Eddie without his noticing. “ the only virgins in this cult of Eddie’s are the members!” the boy says in a high pitch chuckle, his words startle Eddie as he jumps and spins to look at the new guest in the hall. You bring your finger tips up to ur lips to conceal the smile strewn across your face, “ Hi, i’m Dustin Henderson nice to meet you, i’m in Eddie’s cult.” he steps forward towards me to shake his hand. Eddie stands between dustin and i as my hand goes toward him to shake it and also introduce myself. “ hi i’m..-“ the words barely make it out of my mouth before Eddie is shoving Dustin back into the hall along with the couple other teenagers that were waiting and laughing together to at the conversation. “ get out of here man!” Eddie whines in embarrassment, he looks so sweet when he’s embarrassed his cheeks are shade of red and he can’t stay still as he fiddles with the metal rings on his fingers. “ Nice to meet you!” i yell as he is being shoved into the apartment across the hall. Eddie closes the door and hold the handle shut while pulling it as hard as he can as the group i boys are teasing and laughing trying to get back into the hallway. “ So a cult full of virgins, hey?” you just can’t help but smirk at him, the look on his face and his nervousness almost turn you on. Could he be a virgin? no. He has handcuff on his damn belt, maybe he’s a volunteer sheriff’s deputy you thought to yourself finally locating your lighter.

EDDIE POV

“ Okay so it’s not so much a cult as it is a group of kids that are still in high school playing Dungeons and Dragons.” you admit feeling the slight bit of embarrassment, you knew that at some point you’d have to tell her that you’re a complete nerd with a majorly over played sense of confidence. But she is so pretty and perfect, it was pretty much hell not coming over everyday this week since our brief encounter. The stupidest smile swipes across y/n’s face in amazement but also maybe a tiny bit of lust? She stands just between my nipples in the middle of my chest at height, small and fragile looking. My eyes scan up an down her lean body taking it all in, a week ago i was so nervous to be in her apartment i had barely noticed she is covered in tattoos, all black and grey- they all looked so cool and you silently hope that one day you get to check them out closer. “ DnD?! seriously that’s your cult!” she bursts with laughter, i can tell she’s not being mean or teasing she just thinks it’s funny that i kept it as a secret. “ i thought you were much more metal, Munson.” Y/N teases while shaking her head and slipping a cigarette between her lips, she gestures toward her box if i want one and i shake my head yes. Marlboro Menthols. fuck.

so this is what she would taste like if i kissed her, menthol cigarettes. Y/N takes a long drag off her smoke and presses the red glowing cherry on the end to mine, “Menthols huh? i thought you were more metal” she grabs her purse and walks into the hall with me trailing behind her, “ Yeah, well i didn’t think you role played a fantasy game with teenage nerds but here we are.” still feeling embarrassed i bring my cig up to my lips staring at her, can’t really argue with that. Everything in me wants to push her up against a wall and touch every bit of exposed skin, she seemed like she had somewhere to go and i was holding her up. I don’t want her to leave, i want to talk to her about everything- i wanna know what her first dogs name was and if she’s close to her grandparents. Fuck, i’m getting attached and i’ve had two conversations with her. “ Well Y/N, i will let you carry on with your day, what are you up to tonight? wanna come across the hall to mine?” if i didn’t say it now i wouldn’t be able to ask her ever. Her green eyes peer up at me with excitement, at least she looks like she wants to get to know me. “ I’m just going to hang out with my friend Robin, i’ll make sure she lets me out of her grasp so we can hang out tonight.” her left eye closes and gives a pretty poor attempt at a wink, i decide to let it slide and tease her about it tonight. “ run along now Dungeon Master, i think your children are waiting for you.” her head gesturing toward my open front door with all of the teenage goons head poking out of it spying on us. I take a couple steps towards them swatting at their faces. by the time i turn back around to say goodbye, Y/N is half way down the hall with her cigarette still pressed between her fingers. My hand goes up to my head in relief and excitement, i take a big breath and have a silent celebration while clapping and pointing down the hall at her as she disappears you hear a quiet, “ keep it in ur pants Munson.” i’ll try princess, i’ll try…

Y/N POV

“ keep it in ur pants Munson” you smirk knowing Eddie would hear. Finally exiting the building and knowing no one would see you, feeling the hot air hit your face and blow the baby strand of hair back almost immediately making you sticky with sweat. The butterflies hit your stomach like lighting, your hands and feet start going fuzzy and numb trying to contain your anxiety and excitement. “eeeeeek!” you squeal so loudly that Eddie probably could have heard if his window was open, something just comes over your body as you begin to do this awkward happy dance of moon walking, fist pumping and smacking imaginary ass. Abruptly stopping after realizing people could potentially see, you clear your throat and picked up your bag and sunglasses the items you dropped before starting your dance party. “almost lost my cool there.” you say unlocking your car before getting in you roll down the windows to let some of the unbearable summer heat. The drive to Robin’s is long, sweaty and hot even opening all the windows in the car had no effect on the sweltering hot air that was being blown straight in your face. You pull up to Robin’s small house that she and her coworker/roommate rent together, i think his name is Steve

“ honey i’m homeee” you loudly sing-song your arrival, hearing quiet laughter and conversation coming from the kitchen. “ Enter!” Robin yells, you can see here sitting on the kitchen counter swinging her skinny legs while munching on a carrot stick. Who is assume is Steve, is sitting on a wooden chair pulled away from the table in the kitchen, he is leaned back with his hands in his denim pockets. Robin was right, he does have nice hair

“ hey sweet cheeks” Directed towards Robin while practically running over to their refrigerator to open both the freezer and the fridge, “ holy crap it’s hotter than satan’s asshole outside” you sigh taking in the cold air from the icebox, your hands go up to your hair bringing it off the nape of your neck to let some of the heat out of your thick brown shoulder length curls. “ yeah yeah yeah. ok it’s hot out now close my fridge and freezer or you’re paying my electric bill.” Steve says fanning himself trying to make sitting in this heat bearable, you reach into the freezer and pop out a large ice cube from the tray and close the doors. You run the quickly melting cube behind your neck and in the valley of your chest between your breasts hoping it will cool you off “ I don’t believe we have met, i’m Y/N. I assume you’re Steve” he stares at my sweaty chest as you introduce yourself, Robin hops off the counter and grabs a jar from the cabinet below her and walks over to Steve holding it out to him. Steve drops a dollar bill into it he had pulled from his pocket, you read the writing on it ‘Douchebag jar’ Steve sits up and put his hand together almost in the prayer position and says, “please do that again.” he is practically begging, Robin is still standing beside him holding the jar, she extends her arm back out in front of his face asking for more money. “ That’s two bucks, hitting on my friend and general douchery.” her face filled with disgust, you let out a loud “Ha!, you have a douchebag jar!” your index finger pointed towards Steve as his face gets red and even more sweaty. The rest of the day was filled with making fun of Steve and his hair, and also trying to survive the hottest summer in history, you Robin and Steve are all laying on the cold tile floor in the kitchen with all of your feet up resting on the kitchen cabinets. Robin is sucking on a blue popsicle, you a red one and Steve is gnawing on his purple one hurting his sensitive teeth in the process. “ Just suck on it dude.” you say with staring at him as he carefully bites the end of the icy treat.” he shakes his head vigorously, you can’t help but laugh at him.

“ you know i can’t do that because Robin will tease me relentlessly and you know how much of a menace she can be.” Steve whines still trying to bite the cold popsicle, Robin wiggles her eyebrows at the sorely uncomfortable man laying beside me. The dynamic of you three is comfortable, you’ve never had a big friend group and not to say this is a big group but Robin has been your closest friend since you moved to Hawkins three years ago right after you graduated. She’s just always there to make you feel better, whether it be renting movies and eating your weight in pizza, or you getting high while she swats the smoke away because she’s afraid of getting contact high but she shows up for the snacks. You glance down at your watch, Eddie didn’t say what time he wanted to hang out tonight but it’s about six thirty and you’re getting eager. Robin notices you’re getting antsy and sits up from laying on the floor, “ you got a hot date y/n?” an evil grin glides across her face, “ooooh, you do don’t you?!” she flies forward on to her knees her hands hitting your chest and arms, you sway your hands at her to stop from getting hit.

“No! it’s nothing like that it’s just my neighbour, he invited me over to hang out. we barely know each other… i wasn’t gonna say anything because our last interaction was fucking weird and i’m embarrassed.” you explain while fiddling with the frayed denim on your jeans distracting yourself from the conversation hoping that Robin would drop it, but she doesn’t- instead she continues to attempt prying information out of you. “ i haven’t dated in like two years and i’m not even sure that he’s into me like that, he looks like he could basically get any girl he wanted y’know and i’m just me- strange and clumsy.” you said shrugging your small shoulders in order to get your point across. Okay so, that’s not exactly how you feel.. you’re terrified that he won’t be interested in you, as far as you can tell you’re already so different than him . Robin begins to try and comfort you and puts her hand on your shoulder giving a small squeeze of reassurance,“ y/n, you’re so dumb. i can’t even begin to explain how awesome you are! seriously, you are cool, and funny, and you can put your whole fist in your mouth! make sure you show him that if you get nervous.” she points excitedly, Steve puts his feet against the cupboards and pushes off sliding on the slick tiles across the kitchen. “ Robin all of that was good, don’t listen to that last bit though, no guy in their right mind would find that attractive.” Robin just sticks her blue stained tongue out at him and he rolls his eyes in annoyance, they are basically like brother and sister they spend almost every waking moment together. If you don’t get up right now you’ll lose your oomph and you won’t end up going to Eddies, you start to sit up and gather yourself getting ready to leave. Feeling a bit upset about leaving the cool tile floor you pout at Robin, “this guy better have AC, you’re sweaty as fuck girlfriend.” your friend jokes while standing up to walk you to the door, “ what’s this guy’s name, incase he murders you.” she laughs poking at your sides, before answering you give a small wave to a half asleep Steve-poor guy this heat is killing him. “Eddie Munson” she doesn’t say anything initially she just stares at you while you rifle through your bag for your smokes and lighter. “w-what? Eddie? really.” her voice sounds very surprised, you had forgotten to ask if she had knew him, guess she does. “ have fun tonight y/n” Robin winks and pushes you out the door, oh fuck what does she know about him?.

The drive home was spent worrying about how sweaty you were gonna be when you got home, hopefully he isn’t expecting me over so soon and you can freshen up quick. You basically run down the hall to your apartment and quickly let yourself in making a bee-line to the bathroom, no time to shower you thought and grabbed a washcloth instead and filled the sink with warm water. After a quick freshen up you grab comfy casual clothes as not to look like you thought this was a date, you grab an oversized shirt it has a couple holes in it pretty much the comfiest shirt you own. Next was a pair dark blue cotton shorts they had yellow suns with faces on them and the strings had tassels you always play with, you decide not to wear shoes but instead put a pair of white long socks on and scrunch them down so they don’t sit too high. Not bothering to put on a bra or underwear, because honestly who would know.

Is it rude to show up empty handed? You thought as you grabbed your black round grinder hoping it was filled with weed as you didn’t check it, and a bottle of cheap red wine. In your other hand two wine glasses hanging upside down cradling in your fingers, hopefully he doesn’t know anything about wine because this bottle was $10 and it’s not very good to be honest it would probably be better to cook with. After struggling to open the door with all of the items you have in your hands you’re finally standing in front of his door, you light knock with your right hand careful not to bump the glasses together. You can hear movement in his apartment, loud footsteps running all over the place and items being moved. He must be last minute cleaning up, you laugh still waiting for him to open the door. Finally the door is being unlocked from within and it cracks open a bit before Eddie leans his head out an says “ I’m not interested in buying any girl scout cookies.” the shit eating grin across his face doesn’t leave until you hold up the items in your hands, and with that the door swings open to a smiling Eddie. “ In that case come on in, i don’t remember asking you to bring any party favours.” the words fall off his tongue, his voice deep, so deep he could swallow you whole. You step inside of his home, it’s bigger than your place he must have two bedrooms… there’s little knickknacks everywhere, it’s a little unorganized with lots of music magazines stacked up beside his worn couch, it’s dark though all of the windows have dark curtains covering them in an attempt to keep the sun and heat out, the coffee table has little drink rings from when someone left their cup or beer sit to long and the condensation wrecked the wood. It is cozy, you can’t help but smile at the fact he has throw pillows on his couch and the blanket is actually folded nicely and hung over the back part of the couch. The only lighting are three lamps placed around the living room and a candle on the counter in the kitchen.

“So this is your lair.” you say walking over the coffee table to set the items down. He had already rolled a few joints and had them lined up on a rolling tray, looks like we’re getting fucked up tonight. Eddie is standing at his stereo flipping through his tapes the has stacked on one of shelves above it, “ we’re you trying to picture what it looked like?” he says laughing, “ so i’m pretty well aware you don’t listen to metal… but you didn’t tell me what you liked so i picked out a couple tapes for you to listen to while you’re hear. Lemme know that you think.” his fingers drumming in the air looking for the button to press on the stereo. The music starts, it’s Psycho Killer- Talking heads

His guess was honestly kind of impressive, this was one of your favourite songs, you’d be impressed if he had also picked up some Stevie Nicks, and Pink Floyd. He turns to face you with both his hands up basically doing jazz hands, he’s waiting for you to respond but you’re too busy staring at him with a lovestruck stupid face. “ did i do good?” Eddie talks loudly over the music with a goofy smile giving a thumbs up.

“Yeah, actually i love Talking Heads!” your fingers start drumming on your thighs as means of distraction from the creeping nervousness, he plops down of the cushion beside you sinking in to the well loved sofa. You lean forward going towards the coffee table to reach for your grinder and Eddie does as well, your hands meet each other at the metallic object. It had been a while since you had physical contact with someone so cunt achingly attractive, you feel his metal adorned fingers on yours as he brushes your hand gently while reaching for the grinder, you almost shutter at the touch. There is a pit in your stomach, goosebumps spread across your thighs and arms and Eddie seems to take notice. His bottom lip goes between his top and bottom teeth at the sight, it’s like he knows what he does to you.

“ Didn’t think you’d get cold in this heatwave” he says cooling motioning to your thighs, you can’t help but blush at the comment knowing he caught you. “yep, i’m cold.” you say tucking a curl behind your ear and nod your head reaching for the bottle of wine now. You hadn’t thought about how you look like a feral animal trying to open wine bottles, “ do you have a cork screw?” you ask cursing yourself for not bringing your own. He nods and goes into the kitchen- he starts to fish around in a drawer, he finds one and hurries back to the living room. After a minute or two struggling with the corkscrew and the bottle of wine you’re finally able to open it, you start to pour your own glass and hover over Eddie’s seeing he’d like any, he nods yes. This isn’t a dry red wine like you thought it would be, Robin had picked this out for you when you moved into your apartment and you had had a chance to open it. It’s cherry wine, sweet and tart, it coats your mouth leaving that fruity flavour. After taking a sip you look at Eddie holding the fragile glass in his large hands glancing at it before taking a gulp. The red stains his plump lips, you can’t help but gawk at him as he drags his tongue across him red stained bottom lip. “ this isn’t half bad!” he beams holding the glass up excitedly, he is right though the wine was pretty good. Eddie grabs a joint from the small rolling tray and places it between his lips before lighting it- he winks at you basically to let you know you’ve staring for quite awhile.

you had been there for about an hour and your both three joints deep and half a bottle of wine in. Neither of you were sure if getting heavily intoxicated was the plan but it’s starting to look like it was. You’re laughing as he pulls on the joint between his lips sucking in the thick smoke, it billows out of his parted lips. “ i didn’t say that i’m a huge Lord of the Rings fan! i just said i’ve read the books. I’m not admitting to being a nerd, i just read what people recommend and it happened to be that!” you loudly defend yourself while shifting your position on the couch to propping yourself up on your knees with your arms rested at your sides. He just just rolls his big brown eyes and places the joint in between your lips as you were clipping your curly hair up with claw clip you had found on the coffee table, “thank you sir” you say removing the joint from your lips blowing the cloud from your mouth. A small groan escapes Eddie’s lips, the sound coming deep from his belly… that noise- made your stomach twist into knots and you want to hear it again. You drag your green eyes over him, this man could do anything he wanted to you, and you’d probably come back crawling to him with your tongue hanging out of your mouth, salivating at the sight of him. His hand goes towards yours and intertwines his fingers with yours- just a gentle gesture but it sets your body on fire. his fingers wrapped around yours turned into exploring your hand and trailing up your arm and wraps around your bicep giving a small squeeze. “ o-oh god” you breathe feeling your throat develop a lump preventing you from speaking, Eddie is burning holes through you with his intense stare. Wetness pools between your thighs hoping it’s not noticeable through your shorts since you don’t have anything on under them. “ fuck y/n, you are so fucking hot.” he leans in closer is sweet breath brushes against your face as he is a few inches away running circles on your shoulder, eyes darting back and forth between your mouth and eyes. “ you’re pretty” your voice quiet and shy, the green orbs in your skull peer up at his brown ones hoping he’ll lean in closer and press his lips to yours. His dimples are visible considering he has a naughty little smile on his face, his face starts to back away from yours and he proceeds to smoke a cigarette. You whine at the loss of close proximity, he smiles knowingly. Eddie Munson you devil

“ don’t worry love, i’ll kiss you at some point. i just want to make sure that you know i’m not just trying to fuck you. Don’t get me wrong, i’d love to have you whimpering on every surface in this room but you are different y/n, i wanna make sure you know that.” Eddie says carefully caressing your cheek, you knew that he wasn’t rejecting you and honestly it’s too soon to do anything, you just met the guy. But you can’t help feeling a little sad knowing that he’s not planning on kissing you. So you just give a little sad nod and sip your wine, “ oh jeez, baby you’re breaking my heart.” Eddie says scooting closer to you on the couch, his arms scoop your legs over top of his so he’s basically cradling you. “ No Eddie, it’s fine! I’m just a little pathetically desperate for you.” you reassure him- still aware that you’re sopping wet for him right now. Your thighs pressed together to get relief from the ache between them, hoping that he doesn’t notice. His eyes darken as he dips his hand between them brushing against the wet patch, they linger the cold metal rings make you jump at contact. “ I’m not gonna do anything to you tonight, i’d like to take you out soon. God princess you want me so bad don’t you?” his words sickly sweet against your neck, his lips brush against them- unexpectedly he nips at the skin. “ you should run on home now sweet girl, you’ll see me tomorrow.” he rubs your knee and gives a little pat. “ Yeah, i guess it’s pretty late huh?” you mumble trying to get off the couch in a graceful manner, your feet hit the rug beneath the coffee table. “ i don’t think i can stay away from you Munson.” the words fall out of your intoxicated mouth, once you reach the door Eddie trailing close behind you. You feel his hands wrap around your waist and spin you around to face him, “ you don’t have to y/n” his tone gentle, you give him a small smile and lean up on to your top toes as far as you can, he still has to bend down close to your face so you can reach. His cheek is soft but also has a little stubble scattered across it, his hand against to the small of your back and pulls you in.

He lets you out of his grasp and you’re just about to unlock your front door, glances over you shoulder as you both start to close the door at the same the time. “oh my god.” you say as you turn, your back hits the door and you just stand there in shock. The thought of Eddie being this excited too bring butterflies to your stomach, “ i won’t sleep unless i kiss that man.” you say aloud and whip around to open the door again as you do Eddie is also opening his door, shirtless and looking lovedrunk.

“ hi” you say

“ can’t sleep?” he smiles walking closer to you, you shake your head and step a little closer to him.

“ i don’t think so… not without a kiss.”

[castle-dominion]

Rob Bowman, Andrew Marlowe, Jon Huertas, Nathan Fillion, Molly Quinn, Stana Katic (& molly quinn)

& I'm so excited for the commentary

poor stunt actress

Captions suck for this. wait i figured it out; that's why there are six subtitle options rather than 3.

construction site locations being dangerous makes sense JH: because a hospital is nearby?

like that book in a series of unfortunate events

"We had to do a lot of screen tests" 'you had to freeze a lot of interns'

MQ's mom watches this show, i mean it makes sense, my mom would watch my show

Like Julia & Emily, morgue humour

he's a know it all but he is there For The Purpose of learning

NF: sexiest coroner ever Julia Ogden:

so right! They have their groove by episode 5!

I believe in typecasting, I'm glad they had stana help make beckett's room

Castle is like that except around his mom & baby.

SK: beckett's room is cool RB: I should spend more time in there MQ: excuse you i am baby RB: Nathan help MQ: he's no good!

SD/KR always has a castle book & I love it

Ah, Dever went "y'all r always calling me the new guy, I want smth else" & they were like 'so what do u want to do?' & dever just went "Ryan will read All The Castle Books!"

Just like in the LA episode where taylor says to castle "what's my (raley's) motivation?"

SK: it was weird because every episode we had two canadian guest stars "infiltrating!!!" Vancouver is big Wow they just said there are no canadian shows to guest star on. try MM babes.

Huertas always acts like us watching the commentary have NOT seen the actual episode. SK: this guy was cool JH: his wife worked with my gf so we'd end up in a corner & I'd pick his brain & tell him how much I love him, I hope he didn't take that the wrong way bruh???

Oof had to politely tell some extras to chuchotte

guys making the cop show: it lets us avoid the cops

I know a fiddle song called sleeping giant

NF: this is actually the episode I discovered that when Jon & Seamus aren't on set working, they're in the trailer playing playstation JH: that was this episode? NF: That's when I found out XD that's so sweet lol JH: Did I beat you very many times? NF: twice. ... out of 18

Aw brought out a catering/coffee/food truck *talking about the truck food* JH, hearing about the donut truck: WHAT??? THAT WAS THE DAY AFTER I WAS FINISHED.

The character or the actor? (about molly quinn & alexis castle wanting to help solve cases: essentially quinn wants alexis to solve more & alexis wants to help solve more.)

JH: Malik! Good friend of mine. I wasn't shooting yet but I came down to set & interrupted NF: I thought that was bc u were lonely JH: Well that too, I just needed a hug

There was a murder on the freeway that prevented half the crew from arriving. Had to do 12 hours of work in 10 hours

JH: I did modelling with that guy NF: bikini? JH: HE was in the bikini MQ, age 15: HI?????? JH: Nothing x-rated, he just likes bikinis MQ: It's time u stopped talking. kinda digging a hole for urself. My mom is watching AM: yeah u've got to be careful bc yk, we may have some real fans watching the commentary. & they might be the sort of ppl who write fanfiction me: Alright I accept the challenge! What is it? AM: & esposito might end up in some of that fanfiction in a way you might not want to see him So wearing a bikini with this drug guy? Aight I can do that

Never any red lights lol

The original line was: KB: if he was having an affair, would his best friend know? RC: Yes. Esp if she was hot.

NF: I bought a carpet next door!

RB: How do you map your approach in these scenes? Tell us about things! SK: no <3

Effed up how cops can just lie to you

eight days for one episode, that's a lot

JH: Ooh tha laser tag scene! NF: Ooh I like this! MQ: I RAN INTO THE CAMERA; MY LEG HIT THE CAMERA RB: u get a bill for that? NF: it's on its way RB: those are million dollar cameras MQ: They told me that as soon as I hit it RB: You may want t oprep your parents for that bill

SS/MR is always coming from somewhere & going somewhere

MR: are we entertaining? NF/RC: we're wearing blinking lights & a face mask, of course we're entertaining

MQ: this was burger night uwu

that computer screen prop is so cool theyre right

NF: that screen was stole. I have one just like it at home. It's actually really cool how the screens are not just blank & empty but legit there & the actors can use them

I like listening to them talk about their storyline & how things are progressing & stuff but for some reason I've been more into them chatting abt the props & stuff

RC+KB: *sitting there unable to figure out how he moved her body* JH: "if only esposito & ryan were here"

castle can't help but to put his foot in his mouth but he doesn't know it's wrong!

*watching the "i want a divorce" scene* everyone: this is good

NF: Bam said the lady RB: , bam said the lady

NF: my first words were peas gum. & then bam said the lady came right after that.

AM: my babies are finally trusting each other finally uwu

the lady who is answering her door about the freezer from behind the chain? They didn't have the time space nor money to build another apartment XD the constraint made a great moment. Like improv: constraints cause creativity

MQ: *laughing at beckett AM: *laughing at quinn* MQ: What?? I read the scripts I watch the show!

When you're watching an actor across from you, it hits just right? This scene I was trying not to cry

RB: Did you not only damage a camera but steal a wardrobe? NF: Don't answer that MQ: My lawyer's not here NF: Very good, great, great job

Charles murray was the one who wrote this ep

AM: Yeah the last episode? with the car? That really happened. Not the rest of the story but the parking tickets

NF: don't make me pull out my iphone MQ: JH: He Will

Apparently NF does practical jokes with his iphone: this motion activated app plays sounds of flatulence NF: it's always a bit hit with the crew. & molly MQ: mine's better NF: She doesn't have an app RB: WDYM BY THAT GOOD SIR MQ: CHEAP SHOT

NF, after castle just got off the phone with alexis: Molly thank you for being offstage to take that call. ; ) MQ: Oh yeah you're welcome ; )

JH: he checks in with his family now he sees how fragile it is. He's used to being this rich eccentric writer-- NF: & good looking

SK, thinking about how beckett's mom still had her jewelery on: *crying while trying to deliver lines* Bryan Spicer: Look man, steel up SK: ik but it's just killing me, man SK: Another beckett onion peel to quote mr marlowe Ooh the ring & watch came from a conversation with Katic herself!

Finally someone mentioned the music! Robert duncan! I used to really want to be a composer for filmed media, but now I'm deaf :/

Rysposito WANT to solve johanna's murder & finally castle has gained enough trust, they've seen him do enough that they trust him to look at the case "If she finds out I'mma kick your ass" I believe him!

Squeezed blood from a rock? is that a phrase? it's metal

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you mrs. doesn't like frogs, onions, loud noises lefty eyebag 😌

Hahaha aw hopefully you were able to take a nap. I did, thats why I didn't reply fast 😅 been doing chores all morning, finally got the shelf for the kitchen/dining so I have more storage. So I was building that and organizing it.

Oof I had a similar experience! But how mine ended up being folded was because something went in my eye, so I had to scratch it. Then it was one of those that you can sleep with. So I did, and I probably kept scratching my eye because when I woke up, I couldn't see properly. Then I saw the blueish film of it on the corner, and had to move my eye so I can get it out.

There was a YouTube video of this woman, who had several folded lenses in her eye..like how did that not bother her is crazy.

I don't think the frame was square enough hahaha cause I had 3 choices and the lady startled me when I was looking. But maybe I did. We shall see when they call me to pick it up! And yes, I know what you mean! That's why I hated those middle things too, because it would pull on my hair lol

Oh I see. So the frames you have are from Indonesia? And they didn't have to adjust the glass?

No, I didn't get the transition one. I am cheap lol I should've gotten the one with the blue light filter though, because I think that helps with my eyes too.

Ah so lost in assistance is coming to an end? Do you mind if I ask about 10 days? Been waiting on that one too 🥲

That's cute. Her having her own little suitcase just full of toys and snacks. So you guys don't travel light? Are you someone who overpacks?

Ah yeah traveling to the busy airports can definitely get your anxiety up. In Nebraska, our airport is also a small one, I hate it, because it is so crowded for a small place. I wish they made it bigger and have more room.

If I go there before you, I'll definitely tell you the experience. I am excited to try out all the meat! Apparently the salad bar is great too.

So an Ace is a term for asexual people. After my separation, I started self reflecting that maybe I am asexual. Because even before I started dating, I never had interest in sex. I like the romance and the dating but when it came to sex, I was indifferent.

Hahaha okay okay, I'll describe the type of girl I like. She gotta be straight. I'm kidding. Hm, so I like girls who are funny, driven, who are ambitious, can get the job done. Someone who would listen to me and my rambles, someone who would understand when I want to be left alone because of my emotions but know when to comfort me. Someone who doesn't mind my childlike self, and would laugh with me about stupid crazy stuff.

I don't know, there's more and I could go on and on, but I don't wanna bore you lol

Yeah I am off today, so now I am just thinking about either going grocery shopping or rearranging the living room area because I need to get another shelf to put my books and vinyls but also need to find room for the cat tree.

Hm do you believe in karma?

- CuriousGeorge

hello hello righty eyebag. i went for a simple nickname this time. hhaha.

no, i didnt nap but im glad u did. oh nice, that sounds like a productive day. hows the moving going? do u like ur new place? i didnt remember if u told me that u live by urself or not.

ah i see. my sister does that often, she sleeps with it. n im always worried that something happen n effect her eyes. n yeesss i saw that video, it's crazy. i think it was like 20 layers or something. even the doctor said it's her record for having that case with that many contacts.

aaw i hope u gonna like the glasses. it would be suck if u dont because u gonna wear it everyday. well, yeah the frames from indonesia n they checked n adjust the lens to my sight condition.

ah yeah, i think i got mine with that blue light filter too.

yes, lost in assistance in on the last chapter (Ch. 65). oh Ten Days, dont worry i dont forget about it. I love writing that series,it's fun. because it has a lot of comedy in it. I already have the out lines for the next few chapters, i just havent got the chance to write. Ten Days and Lessons Learned are the fics that surprisingly people like it. I actually didnt think that people reaction's will be that good and they love it. :D I got a lot to get done on my fics. that's why i dont do Christmas request event this year.

I really try to get everything done, so on valentine i can get a series posted. I have some good plot for a series with Wanda for Valentine theme. :D

yeah, i want to teach her responsibility, so i will let her bring her own suitcase even though i know it will be a pain in the butt when it's on the cabinet. she will probably keep asking me to grab something over n over again. lol. plus her grandma told us to bring extra suitcase for her toys that she's gonna bring back home from her.

well before i have my daughter, i always pack extra clothes n stuff when i travel for all "just in case". i usually count two pairs of clothes for each day. lol. i even bring extra pair of glasses. n extra shoes n flip flops. meanwhile my husband always bring a pair a day clothes. so my overthinking n anxious ass sometimes sneak in some of his clothes for just in case. n it happened a few times that he end up wear that extra clothes i brought. lol. Men, what would they do with out us women. hahahahah.

yes please, let me know how is that restaurant if u go.

Ah i see. thank you for explaining for me. can i ask u a question? u dont have to answer it if u r uncomfortable. what if ur partner wants or love sex? will u still do it? im sorry if this question comes rude or offensive or anything. this is a new thing for me (i've kinda heard about it but dont know much n dont know anybody to ask about it).

ohhh ur type, sounds like me. hahahahaha. just kidding.

it's okay, u can tell me more how is ur type? u wont bore me,i like knowing more about u.:)

oh nice, ur place sounds cozy by the way u decor it. i love vinyls. i always want to have one n collect them but i think it will be hard if i have a curious toddler as curious as curious george. lol. i guess i will get one when she is older. what's ur interior decor style? how do u like it?

yes, i 100% believe in karma. that's why when i got really mad at people or when people do bad to me, i try to still be nice because i believe karma will get them n if i'm lucky enough, i can watch karma does its job. hahaha. i believe what goes around comes around. all i wanna do is do good to people, not that i expect to have good come back to me. i genuinely wanna do good. but u know what i meant.

next question? feel free to ask me anything u wanna know :)

Cheerio!

[widowswineapologist]

Hello again and I hope your 2022 is happy and healthy!❤️ I am in self-shipping hell (Tank and Edward are playing tug of war and I’m stuck in the middle of it help) Could you please write Ultimis Tank and Primis Richtofen mushy headcanons of their s/o cheering them up on a bad day?

AAAA SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY I DELETED TUMBLR FOR A LIL WHILE BC I HAD NO SPACE ON MY PHONE-- I HOPE THESE R OKAY!!

warnings: uhhh depression nd slight suggestiveness. Also i did not proofread bc fuck that

Ultimis Dempsey:

- Okay honestly I think he's such a bitch whenever he's having a bad day. His sarcasm and overall assholery is amped up to 10. Probably gets into a lot of arguments with the crew too.

- Luckily for everyone else, you're Dempsey's pride and joy whether he's angry or not and he literally cannot help but smile at you whenever you try to cheer him up.

- He'll try to keep that gruff, tough dude persona when you start cracking jokes or being extremely sweet to him but the facade will just break after a few minutes.

- Tank totally does that thing where he cracks a smile and gets mad about it so he looks away from you.

- Literally say some stupid shit and he'll lose his fucking mind and then his mood is back to normal. You could just do some absolutely god awful impression of somebody and he'll straight up bust out laughing, it'll be cute. Do a horrible impression of one of your teammates and he'll join in. Needless to say, you both will throw SO MUCH SHADE.

- I think he would appreciate being distracted rather than directly comforted when he's having a bad day, yknow? But that isn't to say he won't appreciate a good hug or two. Just...not too many, okay? He's got a reputation to uphold.

- I personally think he's a little awkward with comforting people but he will definitely try to return the favor, to show his appreciation because we all know for a fact this motherfucker will be caught DEAD before he says "thank you for cheering me up" out loud.

- Also also,, there's another way to cheer him up if you're up for it 😳

Primis Richtofen:

- okay but when is he not having a bad day fr fr

- I imagine he's a lot more somber than Tank, but that isn't to say he ISN'T snappy. You know how bo4 Primis Richtofen is just a dick to everyone? He's prolly like that (cant blame him tho. imagine finding out everything u've been working so hard for is worthless nd ur crew wont care abt u even if u sacrifice urself to save their musty asses)

- He canonically has meltdowns (would they be called panic attacks? I've never had one b4 so I wouldn't know--) so I imagine he'd probably try to hide how he's feeling from you for the longest time bc he has to keep up that facade of he knows everything and has to do everything.

- You'd probably find out when looking for him around the grounds and you find him huddled in a corner sobbing and hyperventilating.

- Surprisingly, he'll let you hug him then. But get ready to be nearly crushed bc he's clinging to you and wont let go until he has no tears left to cry.

- Cheering him up is a difficult task bc he'll never truly feel better, but indulging him in his scientific ramblings, joking around with him, or offering to lighten his workload will make him feel better.

- But I think he'd catch onto what you're doing real quick, especially if you start asking abt wonder weapons to him so he can ramble his little heart out.

- I swear if he didn't love you before then, he would fall head over heels now. You're...going out of your way to cheer him up? When you have your own issues to deal with? Brb he's planning a impromptu wedding rn

- He won't ever forget it, and though he may be a little awkward himself, he'll definitely try to be there whenever you're having a bad day too <3

[hufflautia]

“we’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” and/or “would you just shut up and kiss me already”

Warnings: Smut. 18+ only.

Hufflepuff watched as Slytherin shut the door behind them. He's mad, she thought, suppressing a smirk. This is gonna be a long night.

Slytherin walked over to where Hufflepuff was sitting. She mindlessly drummed her nails against the wooden table, not bothering to meet his gaze. She knew his eyes were on her. They always were.

"Why did you bring me to your room," Hufflepuff sighed. "We're missing the reunion."

Slytherin ignored her question. "What kind of bullshit was that?"

She tilted her head, feigning an innocent look. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I just told Gryffindor that you and I are friends."

He leaned in with his hands resting against the arms of the chair, trapping her in. His hot breath kissed her cheek as he spoke.

"We're not just friends and you fucking know it."

When they had made the mutual decision to have sex with no strings attached a couple of months ago, Hufflepuff was fine with it. But there was an instance where she had waken up earlier than he did and her eyes were drawn to the way soft puffs of air left his lips. And then she began laughing at his jokes more. More than once, her heart raced uncomfortably fast at the feeling of his lips dragging torturously slow over her bare skin. She brushed this off and reasoned that other people would have a similar reaction. But it got to the point where she laid in bed at night with the sweet lull of sleep nowhere to be found, for she could not stop thinking about him. It was then that she knew she had done the exact thing she had forbade herself to do. She had fallen in love with Slytherin Lestrange.

Slytherin never seemed to realize. He couldn't even notice the difference in the way she kissed him or the fact that her eyes clung to him when he laughed or flashed one of his signature smirks that she had initially found to be annoying; she now considered it to be one of his most endearing qualities.

But now Hufflepuff was fed up. It was annoying to love a guy who was totally oblivious. So when Slytherin brought her to his room at the hotel they were staying at for the class reunion, she was gonna make it hurt. She wanted him to feel how frustrating it was to be with someone who was clueless.

"Friends with benefits, maybe." Her tone was icy. "But nothing more than that."

An unreadable expression washed over his face and Hufflepuff furrowed her eyebrows. What was that?

"Okay," he said slowly. "Then why didn't you say that?"

"Are you kidding me?" She sat up in her chair. Their faces were inches apart. "Did you really want me to tell Gryffindor that we're fucking?"

He smirked.

"If it'll let him know that you're mine."

The word sent a searing hot sensation through her body, the heat between her legs becoming harder to ignore. But she refused to let him have the satisfaction of knowing the effect he had on her.

"Why are you so pressed about this anyway," she said, changing the subject. "It's only Gryffindor."

"Gryffindor," he growled, the tenor of his voice making her uncomfortably needy. "You mean the guy who's been trying to make a move on you since fifth year?"

"That was years ago," she exhaled before she stood and walked towards the window. She gazed upon the view. "This is our class reunion. He's probably gotten over his little crush by now." Hufflepuff ignored Slytherin as he walked up behind her. His torso pressed against her back.

"He definitely didn't," he glowered, "and we both know it."

A teasing smile pulled at her lips. "Good for me, I guess. Maybe I'll pay him a little visit later tonight."

Hufflepuff had to bite back a laugh when she felt him tense up - it was so easy to rile him up sometimes. Her smile faded when he slipped his hands around her hips.

"I'll ignore what happened with Gryffindor," he said coolly, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. His hands slid under her dress, and Hufflepuff hitched her breath as they slowly traveled towards her cunt, leaving a touch of fire. The air in her lungs seemed to disappear at his next words.

"Because he's not the one fucking you senseless every day."

Her resolve began to crumble as his hands skimmed along her inner thighs, coming dangerously close to her clothed clit.

"He's not the one whose name you cry out at night," he continued. "He doesn't know how to touch you, where to touch you. He doesn't know how to make you scream." Hufflepuff gasped when his thumb met her clit. Her head fell back against his shoulder as he made slow circular motions over the bud, giving her the pleasure she craved. His erection pressed against her back as she whimpered and mewled under his touch.

A whine escaped her throat when he suddenly drew his hand away. Confused, she opened her eyes and turned. His hands were still on her hips as he watched her, a smirk on his face.

"Gryffindor," he drawled with dark eyes, "isn't the one who memorized every curve of your body. He's not the one leaving you begging for more. He doesn't know how good your tight cunt feels around—"

"But you do," Hufflepuff breathed. "It's you who knows how to make me feel good." The corner of his lips lifted smugly. Her cheeks were flushed as she gazed up at him. "Now would you just shut up and kiss me already?"

Slytherin stepped closer until their chests touched, their breaths meeting each other in the middle.

"Admit we're more than friends," he murmured, "and I'll do more than just kiss you."

~

I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN SOMETHING THAT SMUTTY BEFORE OH MY GOSH I CANT COUNT HOW MANY TIMES I LAUGHED BC SOMETIMES I LAUGH WHEN IM NERVOUS. is it bad that i listened to Call Me By Your Name while writing the ending:'). i actually have written something smuttier when i was drafting this fic for someone who requested sly and huff's first time. i havent finished but that's 10x more smutty than this.

This had more angst than I expected lmao I would've continued writing but this fic is long enough already and I also liked how it ended. But if I HAD continued, I would've addressed the angst situation and continued the story with something like this:

A somber expression washed over Hufflepuff's face, and she looked away. Slytherin furrowed his eyebrows, not expecting this reaction. He gingerly touched her hand.

"What do you want me to say, Slytherin?" she murmured, keeping her gaze on the floor. [would've written something that flows well to the next paragraph and insinuates that Hufflepuff is like "what are we to you?"

He didn't respond immediately, [would've written something that signifies his confusion, like he didnt understand what she was asking but then he does]

"I..." [would've written more dialogue but I don't have any ideas rn. i was about to realllyyyy think about this and then i stopped myself and was like jess stop it this isnt an official part 2, just wing it, ur getting way too ahead of urself]

-something happens where sly says you like me and huff is like ???? HOW. DO U KNOW. and then sly brings up this time when huff kissed him softly and she gets defensive-

"You kissed me back!" she retorts.

"I did," he said coolly.

She blinks, making the connection.

"You did," she repeats.

^basically insinuates that yes,he kissed her back, so he lieks her too and huff just realized that (via the "you did") and then i wouldve thought of a way to transition that and make it fluffy and then they fuck but i leabe the ending ambiguous like how i had left the original story. also i kinda hinted that sly liked her too by including this line: "An unreadable expression washed over his face and Hufflepuff furrowed her eyebrows. What was that?"

And that's the end, folks! Hope you enjoyeeed

[guqin-and-flute]

The Soup Incident [Episode 22]

Random Jin Guy: hey u know ur sister

WWX: everyone's mom? best person in the world? beset by terminal heterosexuality? rings a bell

LWJ: i'm sure this is more important than a war

Random Jin Guy: something happened with j

WWX: [overrunning other line] I MUST GO MY MEDDLING IS REQUIRED

Random Nie Guy: oop there he go

LWJ: wow this sounds serious

WWX: what horrors will i find what trauma will this compound what cruelty will i be met with also how did i know exactly where to go

WWX: OH. YOU.

JZX: gross

JYL: oh an audience perfect i'm sure this will de-escalate things

WWX: can we solve this with castration? tell me we can

JYL: no thanks i'd still like the option if it's all the same to u

WWX: it's not let me remove his body parts

JZX: like i'd let u near me u classless hellion

JYL: listen life hasn't been like the greatest lately had a lot of shitty carriage rides i'd like things to chill out and by things i mean namely u in this moment can we go now pls i have an appointment to cry into my pillow that i'm missing

WWX: omg noooo i'll behave i'm here to support u i'll be impartial

JYL: i don't believe that for a single second tho hun

WWX: impartial to how mUCH BLOOD I'M GONNA GET EVERYWHERE HOW IS IT  EVERY TIME I SEE UR STUPID FACE I HATE U MORE fuck u u piece o shit

JYL: and there it is

JZX: [angry sleeve flap of disdainful eloquence]

WWX: wtf

JYL: yeah he's good at those

JYL: honey ur not helping urself here he beat the shit out of u BEFORE he marinated in dark energy for 3 months pls use ur words and ur brain

WWX: WAT DID UR SLEEVE SAY TO ME BITCH

JYL: can we just go pls i like to not be reminded of exactly how much stupid i willingly allow into my life

WWX: but shijie M U R D E R

JYL: inexplicably i still want to marry him so no thank u

JZX: oh look mianmian's here

MM: u fuckin bet i am u dipshit

WWX: wtaf is wrong with him

MM: ok listen LISTEN i know i feel u trust me

JZX: time to return to the arrogance corner

WWX: UR YOUNG MASTER'S A BITCH

JYL: a-xian  n o

MM: no he totally is u right

JYL: well then he's MY bitch :(

MM: why do i bother to stay up late to practice conversations with u if u don't bother to try all that time wasted am i supposed to cover for u now?

JZX: bold of u to assume u can but go for it still don't know why tf ur all here just wanna eat my soup

WWX: HEY I HAVE A FUN GAME IT'S CALLED HOW MUCH OF CHENQING CAN WE FIT INTO JIN ZIXUAN quick someone pick an orifice

JYL: gross

MM: tempting

LWJ: oh hey i'm here now i walk slow oh shit the nice jiang is crying who would hurt the nice jiang?

MM: ok so u know how ur sister makes soup?

JYL: i never really stop it's a little pathological at this point maybe i should talk to someone...

LWJ: oh more heterosexual antics wei ying's achilles heel best wait outside thank god Xichen is mostly functional and gay as the day is long

MM: so she makes soup right? 2 goes to you chuckleheads and the third goes to emporer perpetual foot-in-mouth over here

JZX: [buffering]

MM: jfc why do i even try

WWX: DID HE INSULT UR  S O U P ?!

JYL: sorta i am soup and soup is me

MM: so anyway

JZX: [overrunning previous line] HOLD UP I THOUGHT RANDOM SERVANT NUMBER 62 BROUGHT ME THE SOUP THAT'S NATIVE TO YUNGMENG WHERE MY EX-FIANCE GREW UP

WWX: ur in love with an idiot

JYL: i'm in love with an idiot

MM: I STG UR HEAD IS FILLED WITH JUST HAIRBALLS AND LINT HOW ARE U STILL BREATHING

MM: SHE MAKES SOUP. SHE'S THE SOUP LADY. ASK PEOPLE WHAT THEY THINK OF  WHEN U SAY YANLI AND THEY'LL SAY KINDNESS. A N D  S O U P . and her murder-brothers but that's not the point rn

JZX: ...u made me soup

MM: i'm so fucking sorry pls marry him i need a competent woman to hang around with i'm getting dumber by the day

WWX: seriously this guy u love this guy?

JYL: xianxian pls romantic idiocy runs in our family it's practically traditional

JYL: i mean...yes i have 2 coping mechanisms; soup and crying neither of them are working rn tho help i don't unlock righteous fury until level 25

JZX: wow she made me soup

WWX: of course she made u soup  u human inner-thigh chafe show us the flashback mianmian

MM: [off screen] oh yeah that roll the tape jeeves

[ENTER FLASHBACK]

JYL: i made u soup bb

JZX: ur not servant number 62 go fuck urself

JYL: wut

[END FLASHBACK]

WWX: NO FURTHER QUESTIONS UR HONOR

Random Jin Guy Who Brought Wuxian: perhaps this was a [cursive writing] Mistake™

JZX: ouchie i can twirly fight countless puppets can't dodge a punch of the life of me cultivation jesus that's gonna leave a mark

JYL: GOD I WISH THIS WAS MORE CATHARTIC how does this always happen? who raised this kid? oh right me

Group of Random Jin Guards: we are all well intentioned but ultimately expendable extras fear us

Random Jin Guard: UNHAND HIM FIEND

WWX: cool imma write u a song it's called Don't Care Didn't Ask Gonna Kill Everyone In This Tent Over Soup in b flat tootly toot here comes the murder flute

Random Jin Guards attacked by resentful energy: [keyboard smash]

LWJ: wait hold on that's his shit starting music has shit been started?? wEi YiNg

WWX: are u prepared for the journey i'm about to send u on little man

JZX: i'm actually good here thanks

[unintelligible teenage screaming]

MM: HEY LISTEN U CAN'T DO THAT MURDER IS BAD and i still like him i sympathize but like...u can't

WWX: the semi corporeal black smoke demons that sublet my soul tell me that it's fine sooo

JYL: a-xian if u kill him now i will have put up with so much bs for n o t h i n g

LWJ: take a deep breath us ur words what in the actual hell is going on

WWX: fuck u ur not my therapist

LWJ: u do not have a therapist never has someone so clearly NOT had a therapist except maybe jiang cheng

WWX: SOUP MURDER IS GOING ON

LWJ: wut

JYL: pls understand it's just as dumb as you think

LWJ: ... i refuse to let soup related crimes of passion be something my future husband is known for u stop that

WWX: THEN I'M LEAVING

LWJ: wow

JYL: we're both in love with idiots

JZX: am i still gonna keep getting soup?

[this is a thing i do sometimes so if you would like to see more...]

Scene suggested by @nagisachan1​!! (I’m so sorry I forgot to tag/credit you when I posted this!)

[butterbeerblurbs]

"wanna, like - I mean, if you're not buy...we could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don't have a lot of time?" - coffeeshop!fred

bruuhhhhhhh smiles, i swear you read my mind sometimes because i actually have a coffeeshop!fred au currently in the works. FFFFFFFFF UR GOOD. TOO GOOD. GIVE URSELF A CUP OF COFFEE AND A HUG BC UR GOOD also here it is HAHAHA. so the one i had in mind was for the reader to be the barista (but that’ll be a full... long fic, so instead!) in this one, fred’s the barista working at the coffee shop!

88 dandelions celebration 🌼 // dandelions: 88 tag

"wanna, like - i mean, if you're not busy...we could get lunch? or even just coffee if you don't have a lot of time?" // coffeeshop!fred (barista!fred) x reader 🌸 [set in a modern!au - refers to hogwarts as a college!]

fred weasley was the barista at the golden brew a couple of blocks where hogwarts was located. he was pretty well-known amongst any crowd - especially since he’s not exactly the most quiet when he has a twin that erupts the same reaction in a sea of people.

put that two together? a mess. chaos. complete mayhem.

but when fred wasn’t causing a ruckus in college, playing pranks whenever and wherever he could, he was working as a barista. strangely enough, as much smiles as he brings to people’s faces, he does the same with making coffee. and one day, a couple of days, weeks, since you became a patron to the golden brew, fred takes any opportunity to make you smile. to create small chatter. the few sentences he exchanges with you was enough to make him feel warm inside. it fueled him stronger than caffeine.

fred was screwed... the moment george and his group of friends noticed the way the ginger head barista looked at you. how he grew silent as he watched you completing your writings by the window - it was always the corner seat to the right of the shop and it... cruelly (gratefully) grants him a nice view of you. 

he would’ve been fine on his own if it wasn’t for his meddling friends urging him to just ask you out on a date and... well... that leads to the situation now. fred’s standing by your table after calling your name and it feels like the world is spinning in slow motion. he’s barely able to catch his breath when you look up to him. a couple of strands of your hair falling between your eyes and the way the sun gently caresses your skin as it goes down - being here the whole day to finish up your work, you hadn’t noticed it’s gotten this late. it wasn’t until you see fred’s face in the same glow - your heart skips a beat.

what fred does beat, is the bush. because it takes him awfully long to string out his sentence.

“d’you wanna, like, i mean, if you’re not busy - could we get dinner?” he stammers out, and he mentally slams himself for being so god-damned awkward. he can hear his friends trying to cheer him on with a soft keep going, freddie! it’s as if they pretended you couldn’t hear it. “o-or just coffee? if you don’t have a lot of time?”

you lift your pen from the paper and fold your arms on the table, smile growing wider as you gaze into his eyes. finally. you breathe a sigh, before nodding, “i would love to, freddie,”

freddie.

he swallows the lump in his throat, fiddling his fingers behind his back, “great!”

“i just have to finish this really quick, is fifteen minutes alright?”-i’d bloody wait forever if you asked-“o-of course! yeah, that’s perfect-i mean, that’s fine,” his eyes slam shut and he does this thing with his face like he’s scolding himself without words, but it speaks volumes to you at how much he cares how he’s presenting himself to you. you bite back a grin and he exhales deeply, eyes opening to you, “l-let me know when you’re ready, yeah? i’ll be by the counter, cleaning up-waiting, i mean-”you officially make him melt to goo when you reach out with your free hand, trying to peel for one of his hands behind his back into your hold.

his eyes widen, cheeks almost red as a tomato as he gapes at your gesture. shit, my hand is sweaty!

“i think you’re charming, freddie. i’ll come over when i’m done, okay?” you hope you relieved some of his nerves, but on the contrary, he’s having a breakdown. how on earth could someone like you exist? more importantly, did you just say yes to going on a date with him?

“f-fantastic,” he manages to squeeze out quietly, before giving your hand a squeeze and he fumbles away from your table, scattering back to behind the counter to hide his face from you. his group of friends wave and create a ruckus to get your attention. you spare them a wave and a chuckle, before going back to your work.

when he reaches back to the counter (after trying not to fall to his knees at how much he’s shaking), he rests his elbows on the marble surface and continues to sigh at you from a distance.

“she said yes, didn’t she?” katie snorts, and based on how dazed fred looks with a soft mhm, we’ll head out in fifteen, the rest of the group erupts in laughter at fred’s success. even more when you peek up to see fred’s still staring at you and it makes you blush, trying to lower your head down in hopes they wouldn’t see, they cheer him on. but past the ruckus and rowdiness, when you lock eyes with fred and his brows perk up at making eye contact, he has a good feeling when you smile at him with your eyes - without even trying - and he’s... he’s a goner.

fred weasley was head over heels for you.