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smalltownbeautyqueen · 11 months

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Dancing with the Doctor (Spencer Reid x fem! Reader)

After hearing the BAU's prom stories, Garcia decides to throw her own BAU prom! Much dialogue and fluff.

Warnings: mentions of drinking and feeling tipsy, reader is referred to as girl, reader is described as having hair long enough to brush off her face

Word Count: 1.5k

Unfortunately, this inspired Garcia to ask about everyone else's high school and prom experiences. Derek had been popular in high school, so he had his pick of girls to ask out to prom. Penelope had a steady boyfriend at the time, and Emily had gone with a group of her friends. "So my pretties… that leaves you two to tell your prom stories," Garcia said, gesturing to you and Reid.

After several long weeks of solving heinous crimes and seeing the dark underbelly of society, a few drinks with your work family seemed like a great way to relax. It started innocently enough, with the ordinarily private Hotch sharing how he met his wife while at his high school prom. It was the sort of meet-cute that seemed right out of an 80s teen movie.

"Did you know that proms actually began as formal tea parties for male college students and their families and that it wasn't until the 1950s that proms began to morph into what we think of them today. But to answer your question, Garcia, no. I did not attend my prom. I was too young." Garcia turned towards you, "Now, your turn, my precious." "Oh…uhm…I was busy? So I didn't go," you said, slurping your cocktail to avoid further questioning. You really did not want your coworkers to know that you had been dumped the day before prom. So, instead of going, you stayed at home, cried, and knit while watching Doctor Who re-runs.

As you walked in the next day, Garcia ran up to you excitedly. "Guess what?" Penelope sing-songed, "What?" you smiled back at the bubbly blonde. "I had the most fabulous idea last night! We should have our own BAU prom!"

Luckily for you, Garcia turned her attention to a cute guy who had walked up to the bar. "I'm going to go make a new friend," Garcia said, sliding out of the booth to go see the new object of her affection. "I need to go too," Hotch said, standing up to leave. "Yeah, me too," Morgan agreed. "Then there were three," Emily said. "Well, actually, I'm giving Spencer a ride home. So we should probably go before it gets too late." You responded to Emily while tugging on Spencer's sleeve. "Ugh, fine. Good night." Emily grumped.

"Really?" You asked skeptically. You didn't mean to rain on Penelope's parade, of course. But how would that even work? A bunch of grown people who work for the FBI throwing a prom? "Yes!" Penelope responded, "Don't worry, I will figure out all the logistics. You just have to show up."

"Show up where?" Spencer asked, walking up from behind Penelope. "Garcia's throwing a BAU prom," Morgan answered. "Wow. Really?" Reid responded. "You're into this, Spencer?" Morgan asked from his desk. "Yeah. I remember seeing everybody being so excited for prom, and I always wondered what it was like." Reid admitted, looking down at his fidgeting hands. "See…" Garcia said, "I'll send out the deets later. This is totally happening!"

Two weeks later, you had all but forgotten about the proposed BAU prom until you received a "promposal" email from Garcia. "Uh… Hey, did anyone else get a weird email from Garcia?" Spencer asked. "Yeah, I did," Emily answered. "I got a promposal too. I can't believe she pulled this off." You chime in.

"Possible serial killer in Wyoming." Hotch shouted down from his office, "Wheels up in 30."

You wiped your surprisingly sweaty palms on your clothes before you knocked on Penelope's door. "Hello, Gorgeous!" Penelope greeted you as she swung the door wide. Behind her, you saw Morgan putting gauzy purple and blue fabric over the lamps and furniture. "Wow, Penelope! You went all out!" "Well, you know me."

"That was Reid; he said that he isn't feeling very good, so he won't be able to make it." Upon hearing this, you felt a flood of relief. This wasn't because you didn't like Reid. It was because you did like Reid. You liked him a little too much.

Penelope ushered you through the door with a smile. Just as soon as you stepped inside Penelope's house, Emily knocked on the door. This time, Derek opened the door for the pretty brunette dressed in a simple red dress. "Hi, everybody," Emily greeted. Penelope's phone rang in response.

A few cups of Penelope's spiked punch later, you had forgotten all about your previous nerves. So, when you turned around and bumped into your coworker's tall form, you invited him to dance instead of apologizing like a normal person. "Oh…no… I-I don't really dance," Spencer responded, shaking his head. "Aww, come on, Spency Poo," you pouted up at him. " Spency Poo? How much have you had to drink?" He asked incredulously.

He was part of why you felt nervous about the prom; you had a massive crush on Dr. Spencer Reid since you started at the BAU a few months ago. You usually weren't a particularly giggly person. But, when he was around, you turned into a giggly, mushy mess. Your crush was so obvious! Penelope had caught on to it almost immediately and teased you about it ever since. You were sure that if Penelope, who wasn't even an FBI profiler, had caught on, it must be painfully obvious to everyone else on the team.

Before you could respond, Morgan clapped his hands around Spencer's shoulders. "I thought you weren't going to be able to make it?" Morgan asked. "I guess I started feeling better." The bespeckled man responded. "Yeah…" Morgan said, unconvinced.

"Come on," You said to Spenecr as you tugged on the sleeve of his wool blazer. "Yeah, man, go dance with your girl." Morgan encouraged. Upon hearing Derek refer to you as Reid's girl and seeing the panicked look across Reid's pretty face, you were momentarily stunned out of your tipsy state.

"I'm your girl?" You asked with a coquettish grin. "You know what? I changed my mind. I will dance with you." Spencer responded quickly, tugging you onto the makeshift dancefloor in the center of Garcia's living room. Suddenly, you didn't want to dance; you wanted to know what Morgan meant when he told Spencer to dance with his girl.

"It's hot in here. Will you come outside with me?" You smiled up at Reid. "Of course. Did you know that alcohol disturbs your central nervous system, which can cause your body to less effectively heat and cool your body?" You found it endearing that he could share his fun facts even in uncomfortable situations. "Really? Do you think getting out of here would make me feel better?" You ask sweetly. "Probably." With this, you lead him out onto Penelope's patio.

You decided then and there to do something you wouldn't have thought of doing just a few hours ago. You were going to tell Reid how you really felt

"There, that's better." You sighed once the sliding door had shut, muffling the noises of conversation and music. "It's not much cooler out here than inside," Spencer remarked, bringing attention to the unseasonably warm weather. "Yeah, you're right," With this, you pushed the hair away from your face and stretched tall. When you looked back at Spencer, you saw his eyes quickly avert away from your chest.

"I saw that, Spence." You teased. "Saw what?" He asked, cheeks reddening. "Don't play stupid with me." You admonished. "I have a question for you, Mr. Smarty Pants." Spencer let out a soft snort at the nickname. "Sure, what is it?" He asked, eager to help.

"What did Morgan mean when he called me your girl?" "Oh…nothing. You know how Morgan is." He responded quickly, practically cutting your sentence off. "Yeah, I do know how Morgan is. That's why I asked." Spencer avoided eye contact, more so than usual.

You moved closer to him and whispered conspiratorially. "Can I tell you a secret?" You tried not to giggle at Spencer's wide-eyed look and cute nod. "I like you. I have a big, fat, stupid crush on you, Spencer!" "No, you don't," Spencer said, backing away from you.

"How do you know!?" You asked indignantly. "You're drunk. "You don't know what you're saying." Spencer glumly answered. "Yes. I do." You loosely picked up his hand. Instead of letting go of your hand like you thought he would, he held it tighter and looked into your eyes.

"Do you really?" He asked quietly. "Can I kiss you?" You asked before what little resolve you had was worn away by the warmth of Spencer's gaze and touch. "Yes." He whispered. With this, you smooshed your mouth into his. It was soft and sweet, like Spencer. You kissed for what felt like minutes but was really only seconds.

"I like you too, since your first day at work. Morgan has teased me about it ever since. That's why he called you my girl." Spencer blurted out once your lips had separated. You laughed, happy in this moment. "Would you like me to be your girl?" you asked sweetly. "Yes!" Spencer responded without a second thought.

A/N hi hi! I've been reading fan fiction for a while and finally wrote my own. This story was written for @imagining-in-the-margins CM office party prompt challenge. dividers credit: @saradika-graphics

#winter'swritings #mentioningmargins #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #mgg

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zmbiesuga · 2 years

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VARIOUS HQ BOYS . . . wearing an i <3 my bf shirt !

desc: your boyfriend decided it was a good idea to get the infamous 'i ❤️ my boyfriend' shirt.

includes: kuroo, oikawa, kenma, yaku & hanamaki x male!reader. he/him pronouns used, boyfriend is also used

warnings: cussing, uh idk kinda fluff, supposed to be a little teehee funny thing but idk.

notes: trying a new layout! (for drabbles at least)

★ KUROO !

bought it on the premise of "he is gonna think this is so fucking funny."

that's probably half of his wardrobe tbh, shirts he finds absolutely hilarious. nerd.

anyways.

when you initially saw the shirt, you didn't know what to say. or how to feel

in front of you, is your dork ass boyfriend with this shit eating grin, and he is just soo proud of himself for buying this stupid fucking shirt

and you want to laugh really because it is funny in like a 12 year old boy way, but it's also strangely endearing

so you let out the laugh that's been stuck in your throat for a surprisingly long amount of time

and his smile grows wider knowing he was right

★ KENMA !

he did not buy that shirt himself, you did.

you bought matching ones 😁

wtf do you want him to say? he doesn't know what to say.

he thinks it's kinda dumb. it's obviously not like, totally stupid, but he thinks it's a little dumb.

he'll wear it with you just to please you but other than that he won't wear it any other time

when he wore it with you once someone from the team saw him and teased him

pissed him off a little but honestly he doesn't really care. it makes you happy so, he'll do it.

★ YAKU !

okay look he's the only one who bought it seriously

he thought it was cute 😕 he wanted to surprise you

yeah he's kind of a hardass, but he's really sweet with you and wants to show that he loves you!!

so he shows up to your next date wearing it, it wasn't like a fancy date or anything, like a park date.

you were going to laugh until you realized he wore it seriously, that's when you felt your chest tighten

tell him you love it and him please, he loves you so much. he's not afraid to tell the world that

★ OIKAWA !

he got it for two reasons

1. it's really popular right now

2. you said he wouldn't actually buy it so he did to prove you wrong

you can't help but laugh at him really.

he gets all whiny because it's clearly a declaration of his love and not just him needing to prove you wrong on something

so you apologize and tell him you love it, only to get a "good you better it was like $30" in response </3

you can't win

★ HANAMAKI !

bought it on the premise "he is gonna think this is so fucking funny." pt. 2

except he didn't tell you he got the shirt

he decided he was gonna tell you by wearing the shirt at random to see if you noticed

you noticed the first couple of times, but didn't say anything to fuck with him

and it did

he got really fed up that you were being that oblivious and like finally told you that he had bought the shirt

you just tell him you noticed and didn't say anything, and now he feels like the idiot.

again, just tell him you love him and apologize

#love letters from leo #my dearest haikyuu #kuroo x male reader #kenma x male reader #yaku x male reader #oikawa x male reader #hanamaki x male reader #hq x reader #hq x male reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu drabbles #hq drabbles #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff

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rreskk · 8 months

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FREAKSHOW

Hey guys, excuse any gramma errors or whatever. I’m still sick lol

Summary: You were apart of the goth subculture. There was an open venue for a goths night, including punks as well. It was all going well before you crossed paths with a particular man.

Pairings: goth fem!reader/Trevor Philips

TW: smut

Word count: 4860

New wave. Simultaneously on the spectrum with punk-rock when it came to growing popularity. Once frowned upon, now you are looking around the room, seeing people express that “satanic” ritual of black dresses, corsets, white makeup, dyed black hair. Of course you had the casuals! People who were standing around drinking from the cup of beers, wearing that once relevant band from the 70s, but it was the thought that counted. It was not only new wave for the goths; it was new wave in general, the population intensifies with experimentation and new fashion. You even saw a few mohawks clotting through the endless crowds that surrounded the loud speakers.

You smiled, contently. You were one with the crowd, exchanging knowing glances to other people within your subculture, nodding to appreciate their whole attires and appearance. It was nice like that. Especially in the low-developed areas within the Midwest where things were usually slow, more media-shy. Heavy music was only just celebrated due to the solemn nature of the town you were based in – North Yankton. With all the rapid snow, you would’ve thought it was the hotspot for likeminded people? Surprisingly, no. This club was a few hours aside, still within the area but more in the region of human life. Where you lived, it was in the rural region. Snowy fields, broken-down cars, lost tourists (who went the wrong way), weirdly growing criminality rates?

The criminality has died down a bit but a few weeks ago there was a robbery at the local cash-in. It shocked the neighbours and locals, the community automatically downgraded with trust.

So it was great to hit the clubs again.

It was packed, but you liked that. Finding a drink was hard until some lovely lady, twice your height, handed you a glass of wine. Red. It was typical for the goth agenda and luckily you were in the mood for some classy drinks as the night commended into a phase of adrenaline and spirit!

You sipped the fruity delight and meandered within the crowd, making small-talk with the occasional men who were drunk as a skunk. It was something you couldn’t escape when clubbing. You usually wonder away as they slur out an age that was definitely not theirs… A man full of grey hair with wrinkles of a scaled fish would lie about their age being under the 30s and you immediately slick out of them lies. What could you expect in a room full of misfits. A murderer could be in this room and none of the people here would care. They would, however, riot if something happened to the drinks and music.

“Hey, hey.” You heard someone hush as a hard hand grasped your shoulder. Turning around, your eyes met this largely obtained frame of a man whose face was vaguely covered by the dim lights. You barely made out the hand that pointed towards your drink. With a husky voice, he spoke again. “They got something other than wine?”

Trying to understand him from over the music was hard enough. You shouted out and pointed towards the bar. “They’ll have menus over there or something.”

The man sniffed loudly when you spoke. He shifted forward, the majority of his face revealed. His nostrils were red and his eyes were a bit twitchy, but he was fairly normal looking. Well. For a scene like this. He wore this moustache and shaggy mullet that spiked up in every direction, effortlessly as well.

“Eh. Eh – Atta girl.” He ruffed and sniffed again. You wanted to assume it was the cold weather outside but you knew it was something other. The man released his grip and squeezed past you, his large shoulder accidentally knocking your wine. It fell onto your dark dress and leather corset.

“Fuck…” You murmured but he hadn’t of noticed, only walking further away from the destruction he had caused. There was a temptation to call him out for the clumsiness but it was stupid to blame a man who was high on whatever substances he had snorted in the past hour. It was obvious, you even noticed the powder sit on the skirts of his moustache. White; cocaine.

Watching him from afar, the guy was quite tall. He wore nothing to suggest he willingly came in here. Probably drinks, right? It was an obvious reason, maybe the only reason. He made no attention to the dressed up figures around him. In a room full of liveliness, he sat there on the bar, his green parkers coat and tanned cargos. His posture hunched and you saw him take a swig of a glass that wasn’t even his. The lady beside him grew disgusted and walked off despite paying for the beverage but you couldn’t blame her – he was intimidating.

People automatically avoided him and continued dancing around to the wave of music. However, your eyes struggled to move away from the stranger. As you were patting down the damp fabrics from the accident, you took small steps forward, slowly edging towards the bar. Maybe you could get an apology or something. This corset was expensive and now it had small specs of the wine imprinted.

It took courage. You stood beside him and cleared your throat for the bartender who came to your service. If you weren’t going to face the problem in a confrontational threat, you were going to give passive hints.

“Hey.” You smiled when the bartender stood at your front. “I was wondering if you could refill my wine? Someone knocked it over a few minutes ago.”

“Ahah, accidents like that happen all the time. I’ll get you another glass.” The good worker took your glass and went back to refill.

This left you alone with the stranger who gave you a snarky side-eye. Now you could see it for yourself, he was high. Them eyes were dilated like a UFO and his face was struck with this nasty gaze. You made eye-contact and he held it, making you stiff.

“I found the bar.” Finally, he muttered after taking a sly sip from the stolen drink.

You nodded your head in affirmation and looked away but he said something else, something faint. It took you a couple of seconds to recall the exact wording since his voice matched the heaviness to the music.

“What’s the fuckin’ occasion then? I walked in and everyone is dressing up like some BDSM get-together.”

“BDSM?” You repeated, rather offended. “No. It’s a venue event.”

“Halloween was months ago.”

“Yeah, I know – “

“I saw a random guy over with a leash around his neck.” The man grunted as he raised his hand to the far corner of the club. He then looked at you. “This ain’t some normal venue. You got some kinky shits in here.”

“It’s for the new-wave music. You know, gothic… Metal, punks?” You attempted to explain.

“In North Yankton? This is some Romanian vampire costume party.” He placed the glass back down and returned to his shell, covering his face with his arm and sitting there like a loner.

But you didn’t take this as a sign to stop.

“It’s not all about the clothes. It’s the music.”

With this, he edged his head up and stared through his brows at you. It took him a minute to recollect the energy and straighten his posture. “I always thought goths were to look at.”

You felt a bit disgusted as you knew what he was suggesting.

“Your clothes and all…” His voice drooled and came to a deep conclusion by the pitch of his tongue. “It’s erotic. Sexy.”

“Nice…” You whispered with discomfort. The wine was served and you held it close to your chest, not trusting the guy who was obviously taking an interest at the sight of you standing there.

“Oh, come on… Take it as a compliment. You goths have way more to look at than the strippers I just saw – “

“Hey!”

“I’m just saying… That you look… Nice.” The man gritted with his teeth. The shift in tension between you both grew as annoyance struck. He wanted you to take it as a compliment despite the “compliment” being pervy and disrespectful to the overall scene.

You dragged your drink away the bar and gave him a hefty glare. “Thanks.”

He sniffed up the molecules of coke from his moustache and returned your sarcastic remark. “You’re fuckin’ welcome, sugar.”

You uttered a small “whatever” under your breath before setting some distance between him, but he maintained this steady stare where you felt burdened to break the eye-contact. Whatever this was, it was intense. You returned his stare while taking slow sips of your wine, eyes flickering down towards his tongue that licked the lining of his glass cup. It made you grossed out and you looked away.

The man, with strength, slammed the cup against the table surface and leaned back in his chair, his body slump, his arms falling to his sides, staring – still. This is where you draw the line, finding this behaviour creepy and uncomfortable.

“Stop staring.” You muttered loud enough for him to hear.

His eyebrows raised at the confrontation. “That’s poor mannerism. Where is the magic word?”

The audacity of this guy. To refrain from further exclusions of emotions, you grounded yourself and turned your back. If he wasn’t going to find decency, you may have to ignore him, which is what you are about to do. He watched as you left the bar with the glass of wine idly in your hand.

“I didn’t hear you say the magic word!” The man called out before you could get lost in the crowd.

So turning back, you raised the finger and gave him one last sight to taste. But apparently that was not to his standards. Your eyes widened as he jumped out of his seat, his face full of hatred and feet rapidly following you.

He looked painfully angered yet his words, smooth as butter. You were forced to face him with inches sparing to save room for Jesus. His groin; pressed against yours mercilessly. Whether he meant to, it was warm and it made you shudder in a weirdly excited fright.

“There is no. Need. To. Be. So. Rude… Darling Dragula… You hear me?” Is what he said.

The threat became nothing but sweetness to your ears after the close, heated proximity where you wished it hadn’t of turned you on so much.

“I’m sorry.” You murmured.

“Oh, yeah, you’re sorry,” his voice rapidly tormented. “You can’t expect a man to not stare at the freaks in a freakshow.”

There was zero rationality that made your lip twitched. He needed to be corrected as this was your time to loosen up and have fun, being someone within a community so wronged.

“You willingly stepped into the freakshow. I wouldn’t complain if I were you…” You tried to ease the bitterness but it was prominent.

The guy grinned uneasily at your argument and leaned closer. His horrid breath filled with alcohol, bodily disgust, acidic death; an assassination to intimidate your nostrils and dominate the title of “freak.” Because he was one. You didn’t have to second-guess that.

“I ain’t complaining. The staring said otherwise.” He whispered directly against your ear, his lips grazing your earrings like he wanted to taste the material. The drug was definitely playing a role with his reasonings.

“Sometimes staring can be misunder….” You stopped talking when his nose gently rubbed against yours. You stopped talking at the closeness becoming 10x entrapping. Despite complaining about the staring, the stare he was doing right now was different and vulgar. Your spine shivered as it felt wrong to participate in this weird situation.

“Staring can be what?” He grumbled with a low voice.

“…Staring can be…” His persistent boldness had made you struggle to line up the right words. He had left you speechless which is where he wanted you to be.

The man smirked and leaned away, gifting you with freedom of space before grabbing your wrist and speaking. “What’s your name, sugar?”

You didn’t want to tell him. Whatever happened to the bitter-sweet argument where you wanted to continue your night, solo. But you couldn’t escape this one, not yet anyway.

“[y/n].”

“[y/n]?” He repeated and you nodded. The man inspected your face before nodding. “Your make-up. It’s… Cool.”

“Than – “

“The names Trevor.”

The pace was fast when he proposed his name. You didn’t know how to react. What was there to say? “Nice name…”, “Nice to meet you!”, “How are you, Trevor?”

None suited the present time. Neither was his name nice or was it to meet him. Trevor. It was so ironic. The syllables to his name was something to spit out, an opposite of a lullaby and melody. Trent, Travis, Troy, Trevor. Somehow you imagined people named after a “Tr” approach to be someone like him; a bit edgy and definitely questionable, morally. It’s the aggression and swift movement of the lips and teeth that makes his name unforgettable. It was masculine, indeed.

“Ahh, cool.” You uttered relatively quietly.

Trevor rocked his head back and took a deep breath before them frantic pupils scanned the busy room. He took turns to focus on each individual then returned to you, lips curling up into a snarl. You thought he was going to say something but instead, he just sneezed. You flinched and watched him adjust himself back into the close position.

“Bless me.” Trevor applaud with an overexaggerating tone.

You gave him a nervous smile and leaned away. He noticed the distance multiplying and tugged his cruel fingers around your corset where they felt the strings round back. This was alarming until he used it to pull you closer. Your body instantly went into meltdown as your groins fell in contact again. You could feel him, he was there, and he was hard. It unconsciously rubbed against you through the skirt. You didn’t know if he meant it so you remained silent. Mute.

“Don’t look so scared – I’m trying to be nice.” Seized the taller man as he noticed your discomfort. Them hands gripped harder around you and he looked through his brows with a scolding gaze. “Thought I’d… Endure the atmosphere a bit.”

“The atmosphere?” You spoke.

“Everyone else is enjoying themselves. Why can’t I?”

“You can, I… I didn’t mean – “ The way he phrased things. He seemed so offended all the time! You didn’t want to miscommunicate with him anymore since you could already tell he was a bomb to handle. A ticking time-bomb.

“[y/n], [y/n], [y/n]. Don’t sound so unsure. Try and enjoy your precious goths night, ay?”

You really wanted to say “you make it less enjoyable” as he took every chance to mock the subcultures in the room, but you could identify the slander being a pathetic attempt of teasing, maybe flirting.

“Yeah, my night.”

Trevor grumbled in his voice as your bodies swayed together slightly. He was stuck to you like glue. “My night’s been a shithole. I need a distraction. Lemme dance around with you.”

“You want to dance?”

“Or fuck.”

“What?” You froze.

“What?” He snickered in return, gaslighting.

“You just said you wanted to fu – “

“What shitty, shitty music… Let us dance around with these other morons…” His voice would bewitch and charm, licking up them insults with a flavour of seductiveness; paradox-ing whatever the Hell you were experiencing with this guy who was high as a fucking kite.

Nonetheless, you couldn’t help but move around with the commandment of his hands that held onto your lower back, pulling you alongside. You looked at Trevor who grinned. God you wanted to go. To escape this. Your feelings were conflicted and you felt like you were going to puke. Your face was full of nervousness and you glanced to your side before his cold thumb grazed a pinch of your upper lip.

It made you jump as you watched his finger pull away, your black lipstick staining the tip of it.

“What?” You confusingly murmured.

Trevor raised an eyebrow and licked the lipstick from his thumb. Pervert.

“It smudged a bit.” Was his excuse.

“Sure… You fixed it?” You’d interrogate sternly, this time.

“No – it’s more smudged now.” Trevor smirked and threatened to touch you with his thumb again. “It looks hot on you though. You know, messy.”

Instantly avoiding his thumb, you broke away from his grip and crossed your arms, creating an invisible barrier between you both where he turned sour again, glaring like you disobeyed a law.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

“You’re creeping me out.”

Trevor scoffed. “Oh, get over yourself – “

“I don’t care how lonely or high you are, I really don’t care! Just stop freaking me out with you… Touching me like that. It’s fucking weird.” You stressed.

“Weird, is it?” He took a step forward and grabbed your wrist, your nails automatically digging into his hand as he’d hiss at the pain. You marked his skin great enough to draw blood that trickled down his palm like a piece of artwork. His eyes shifted from your sharp, black nails and to the wound, caused by you, his face itching with disbelief.

This was the opportunity to rush off but then that same hand attacked your face. Your mouth was hit with this iron taste and you were thrown back into his arms, his hand covering your mouth, blood aching on your lips and tongue. Trevor was shaking as he kept you tight and grunted slightly since your warm breath penetrated the fresh wound from your nails.

Your words were muffled and he placed his chin on the top of your head, dragging you away into the furthest corner where the lights barely exposed it’s presence.

“C’mon…” He whispered in your ear and finally released you from his bloodiness, making you gasp for air. Though you were free to speak, his body cornered you against the wall.

However the situation… You were supposed to feel angered and scared. But there was something about it all. His blood marked your lips and you licked around it, the eye-contact between his brown ones and yours strong. You became aroused.

“You made me bleed.” Trevor groused with restless lips that stretched up into a grin.

The connection was shared and now you were both facing the consequences of this unwanted arousal. You were fuelling his fetish for “goths” and you couldn’t care less. Not after this.

“Am I supposed to feel sorry?”

“Don’t apologise. Don’t fuckin’… Ruin the moment…” He hurried, “and don’t threaten me, you cheeky fuck.”

“You threatened me first.”

“You wanna try and threaten me with my cock in your mouth, huh?”

“Now that… Was a threat.” You snickered.

Trevor adjusted his bulge and used his free hand to hold your chin, looking at you with desire. His thumb, stained with blood this time, smudged more of your lipstick before moving closer, searching between your lips and passing your teeth. You took this as a sign and began to sensually suck around his thumb, tasting his blood and your own lipstick.

“Oh…” He seemed more vulnerable watching you. His large frame hid you from the crowded room but that didn’t stop him from paranoidly looking over his shoulder. Possibly the drugs giving him that fear of being watched. He waited until you sucked for an extra second then draped an arm over your shoulder. You were guided by this shaky man as you entered the private bathrooms reserved for the staff.

One of them staggered over after noticing Trevor luring closer. He cried out. “Hey, that’s staff on – “

But in return, he received a massive “FUCK OFF!” that echoed over the music, some of the party-goers turning to gaze over but you were pushed into the private bathroom, the door locking behind you.

Immediately his lips were on yours. Trevor lifted up your hips and held you against the wall as he carelessly aloud your make-up to splutter against his rough skin. You grabbed the back of his neck and gently applied pressure with your nails while he worked labour with his tongue that adventured around your wet mouth, tasting every inch like he was deprived from touch.

He made whining noises throughout the clingy kisses and he couldn’t hold back. You gasped out loud when he ripped off your leather corset, the strings snapped in half and your body becoming free from that tightness. It made you feel naked. You leaned your head back and breathed heavily as he ran his hands down your frame, the dress becoming loose due to this rough nature of his playfulness. It took you a life-time to prepare yourself for the venue today but something about Trevor ripping every layer was more sexier. Soon your back was naked against the wall and he had his hands groping your freed breasts.

You looked at him, his face partially white with the occasional smudges of black. His moustache had white ends from the endless kisses too. He didn’t seem to noticed, you loved it.

“I’m so… God…” Trevor groaned as he zipped off his green coat, throwing his shirt from over the head and easily undressing himself in front of you. His body type had great muscle mass but with the balance of thick and thinness. Your eyes shifted to the hairs leading down to the buckle of his belt, in which you saw his injured hand undo. The buckle came loose and he made sure you watched. Trevor’s other hand grabbed onto your neck as he positioned your head to face the reveal of his cock. He brought it from the briefs and lied it in the palm of his hands, smirking at you. “You like that, [y/n]? You want that?”

The dirty talk edged you closer and you nodded your head, the dyed black strands falling onto your face.

“I bet it fits perfectly in you.” Your body shivered as he held you against the wall, his hand introducing himself with your intimacy. He said this while stroking over your pussy. He gave himself an insight of your shape, feel, touch. Trevor must’ve loved the way you were since he’d let out a soft moan when his finger perfectly moved into you without struggle. The way he came in – you whimpered silently.

Trevor continued to finger you until it was loose enough for his preference. He liked it wet and messy before the deal. You opened yourself to him and felt obliged to the access of his shaggy mullet, dragging your nails down his strands, repeating the cycle from the scalp downwards

He hummed at your affections before lining his cock, with the guidance of his bloodied hand, easily fucking the looseness as it would slide right in. This made you both moan behind the heaviness of music that dominated the atmosphere still. At least no one would hear you. They may suspect, after Trevor’s “kindness” to the worker, but there was no evidence to propose the truth. It was only you and him.

“Yes, yes…” You finally encouraged Trevor through the increased pace. The make-up was damned and ruined, your breasts bouncing at the force of his thrusts. Your back kept on beating the wall behind since the bathroom was too small to execute a full position. The cramp space, however, made it all so better because you two were made into this close proximity. The proceeding sweat from his neck and face would only transfer onto you due to this. It was the definition of “hot and bothered.”

“Oh, my… Oh, ah!” Besides, his noises were pathetic. Before you assumed he was this masculine character, yet the way he sloppily fucked into you with them whiny cries said otherwise. You were allowing this pervert to treat you like so! It was abnormal, amazing even! How the time passes when you are having an awful interaction with this intoxicated man. There were nothing but lust and coke behind his eyes and you showed mercy; resulting in legs spread, cock in, mouth puking out moans. Dirty work. You wondered if the strip-club he allegedly stayed in, before the venue, was at your level of satisfaction. Maybe you were proving him right though…

Goths were so much more than them strippers. You damned that right.

“I fuckin’ love you… Love me!” Trevor angrily sobbed as he pounced in and out aggressively. You’ve had rough sex before but this was another category. You were light-headed at the heaviness of his touch, it was disgustingly attractive.

Your hands clenched onto a handful of his thin, longish hair and you pulled as you as you can, liking the way he responded through snarls and moans. The painful dosage mixed with pleasure. You could’ve sworn his cock had the stains of his blood too, and now it was inside you.

“I… Shit…” You moaned, “I think I’m gonna cum, Trevor… Trev – Fuck!”

He nodded his head rapidly and consistently fucked you. His lips were sucked in and he only made sounds of whimpers and whiny chants. From the hardness and twitchiness though, you knew he was close too.

“Fuck me! You fucking… Freak! Fuck!” This came watering out from your tongue unnaturally. So into the moment, so infused, that the filter was beckoned. Your eyes wondered from realisation but Trevor, dear old Trevor, he nodded his head again.

“Oh, yeah… I’m a freak, baby. I’m all yours. All yours… My cock fits so good, don’t it?” He weakly responded after the intense echoes of your skin slapping together.

“You’re all mine?”

Trevor placed his lips against your forehead and murmured a muffled groan. “All fuckin’ yours…”

What had gotten him so worked up and needy? It was hot. You smirked and took in the scent of his nastiness before the sensation became present again. He cried in frustration and ignored your distressed moans, the climax approaching you both at the same time.

“Trevor… Shit…” Your legs started to shake and you stared upwards, suddenly…

Both finishing. Warmth rinsed out of you, squirting. The noise you made was painfully good. You had arched your back and allowed the cum to drain out as Trevor came onto the softness of your stomach. He rubbed himself to encourage the orgasm that was awakening the sobriety in his mind. Loud wasn’t even the right word for it. He was obnoxious. You breathed heavily after he released a high-pitch pant, the bathroom slowly becoming silent, making you realise just how randomly steamy it had got.

And it smelt of sex, massively.

“Ohhhh, and I hate myself…” You heard him whisper as the rush came to an end. Your pussy though? It stung, in a good way.

You picked up the scattered leftovers of your clothes and decided that after this, you may go home since your attire was… Presumably inappropriate looking. From the way your make-up was running down your face with sweat and the sweat mess of your hair. You didn’t mind, a good nap was what you needed from this anyway.

“Dare I ask for your number, sunshine?” Trevor managed to speak, his coat on but his shirt not. He lazily had his chest out like he couldn’t be bothered.

“Yeah…” You whispered and routed for your phone before realising that it was in the car still. The way you fell in defeat and sighed. “Fuck. I haven’t got it with me.”

He scoffed. “Where am I gonna find a chick like you again, ay? I gotta have something. An address?”

“Woah, too fast. I’ll just tell you where I work… You know, day-time job. In the town still.”

“Strip-club? – “

“The café a few blocks down. You know where that cash-in is? The one that got robbed?”

Trevor fell silent before grinning. He nodded his head and looked at you. “I know that area very well, sugar.”

This didn’t seem to tick any flags in your head as you smiled. “Yeah, I’m there from 9 to 3 usually. Am.”

“Good to know.”

“I’ll see you around, maybe?” You hoped.

“I’ve got a load of business around there… So yeah, you’ll see me around, sugar.” He said with an entertained grin before zipping up your dress and ensuring you looked somewhat presentable.

Well, he didn’t help. You had to persuade him. He did complain but was silenced when you slapped his shoulder.

Then you exited the bathroom. It was awkward and you avoided eye-contact with anyone, especially because he still had his chest on display from under the open coat. He probably forgot about it. His shirt was stuffed in the waistline of his cargos as well, it was pretty obvious.

“Keep them sharp nails to yourself, [y/n].” He said in your ear and wondered off without another word. He left you standing there dazed. With a sore pussy as well.

“Keep them sharp nails to yourself…” You mocked back and walked out of the venue, the freezing air drying up your sweat as you walked back to your car, half-proud, half-ashamed.

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Cigarettes and Cliche's

Pairing: Felix x Reader Word Count: 3.4K Genre: Slow Burn Romance, College Au, Warnings: swearing, drinking, mentions of a fight, minor injuries

He was the most impractical guy for you to be interested in, the incredibly handsome cliché bad boy who collected girls like trophies. As hard as you wanted to hate him his persistence and hidden softer side just could be your undoing.

You had never claimed to be the perfect student, you were never the top of your class, but you were close, trying to get the best grades possible to allow you to go the best collage which in turn you hoped would get you the best job you could. Your parents had pushed you to become an accountant since you already knew you would not get marks high enough to be a doctor or a surgeon, and you dutifully followed their suggestions. Even applying to the university they wanted you to attend so caught up in making them proud of them you never stopped to think you might have been missing out on anything.

You knew that your parents loved you but they were not the most loving of people which is why you had always strode to please them, failures in grades were not tolerated. Once you hit puberty your mother had sat you down and told you that boys would ruin your life, dating was a waste of time and you would end up an unwed mother who didn't finish school which as far as she was concerned was the lowest of the low. You knew very well that if you were to even mention a boys name that was not a potential tutor or rival that you would be lectured again, leaving for university had brought on the same lecture and you had promised that it would never happen.

Which is how you came to find yourself sitting in a shared dorm room with a girl you liked but at the same time couldn't share a dorm with desperately trying to find somewhere else to live so you could maintain your grades and not fall behind with the amount of nights she had kicked you out so she could hook up. You didn't care that Nali enjoyed herself, it was her right to do so, but you did care that she often turfed you out before you could even get all of the things you needed before she did so or when she kicked you out still trying to wake up enough to know what was going on. The last time Nali had barely even let you pull a hoodie over your pajamas before she unceremoniously tossed you out into the hallway passed a stupidly handsome guy in a leather jacket who just smirked at you before walking into your dorm room and locking you out, it had to stop. So you started looking through the campus noticeboards calling anyone that sounded like they might be a good roommate or had a separate room for you to stay in.

You had called about 15 different people today either being too late to get the room or unable to afford the rent, but it hadn't phased you and you knew that you were going to have to get a proper job to support yourself and had been more successful on that front at least. You had a shift later that afternoon at a café about ten minutes from campus. The place was a small but fairly popular location for students to meet up away from the shared dorms but close enough that everyone could get there easily on foot. The last call you had left a voice message saying you had seen his notice and if the room was still available to call or message you but you would be at work so you might not be able to answer.

Work had been busy as usual people everywhere, rowdy student meet ups, study groups and quiet dates came and went until your break which gave you a little while to sit in the back and relax checking your phone to see if anyone had gotten back to you. The last guy surprisingly had messaged you:

Yang: Hello, the room is still available Miss Choi, would you like to meet after you have finished your work day for coffee to see if we would be compatible roommates?

Choi: Yes of course, would you like to meet at Counter Culture Café at 8:30?

Yang: I know the place I will meet you there, my other roommate can't make it but that won't matter we are very similar.

Choi: I will meet you at 8:30 then.

You were excited that it might actually work out this time but only if he wasn't creepy or weird, you would have to ensure that you met his roommate before you actually agreed to move in.

Time passed quickly for you for the rest of the shift not giving you too much time to get nervous about what this guy Yang might be like, so before you knew it you were almost clocked off as yet more people came and went but it was finally quietening down for the late shift. You went into the back to get out of your apron and made yourself a hot chocolate before going to sit at one of the empty table to wait for him scrolling your phone. At exactly 8:30 your phone rang which you answered quickly looking around at the café patrons.

"Miss Choi?" a young soft voice asked over the sounds of traffic and talking.

"Yes hello, I am sitting inside if you want to come in" you chirped in response feeling hopeful that he at lest sounded nice. The door opened and a very handsome young looking guy walking in still holding his phone to his ear.

"I'm in the doorway" he said quietly not wanting to disturb other patrons you guess.

"I'm waving at you now" you replied waiting for his eyes to land on you, when they did he gave you a tiny wave and ended the call dropping his phone back into his pocket.

"Hello Miss Choi, I'm Jeongin" he smiled giving off very friendly vibes which put you at ease quickly, the two of you making small talk while one of the other staff made him a drink.

"So Jeongin, what kind of roommate are you looking for?" you asked hoping it was going to line up with what you needed because he seemed like a genuinely nice guy.

"Both Seungmin and I are fairly reserved most of the time so we need someone who isn't going to want to throw parties, be rowdy or dramatic. Both of us are serious about our studying but also like our own space so it's important that we can all respect that about each other" he summarized for you.

"Good that is pretty much exactly what I need, I pretty much spend all my time studying, attending classes or working so you won't have any trouble from me in that sense" you smiled "What about rent and utilities?"

"The rent will be split three ways and you will just need to deposit it into the landlords account at the start of each month. He is pretty good if there is going to be a little delay as long as you warn him first and the utilities are covered currently if that changes though we will get notice about it" Jeongin explained softly before taking a sip of the chai latte he ordered.

"Are you sure you are ok with a female roommate?" you asked a little nervously.

"Of course, our last roommate was female, but she has gone overseas to finish her studies" he continued.

"Will I be able to meet Seungmin before I agree to take the room?" you questioned drinking the last of your hot chocolate.

"Of course, do you have classes tomorrow afternoon? Seungmin only has morning lectures and I only have night classes tomorrow so if you could make 3 o'clock that would work out for both of us" Jeongin explained looking at the schedule on his phone.

"I only have morning lectures too tomorrow so that should work out" you smiled feeling relieved that this might work out and you might actually be able to get beck to being ahead in your classes.

"It was lovely to meet you, I'll text you the address tomorrow and we can go from there" He grinned standing up and saying his farewells before you made your own way back to your dorm. You had a really hopeful feeling about how this would turn out which was a godsend after you got back to the dorm to find Nali on her knees in front of the hot guy in the leather jacket again.

After your first lecture you received a text from Jeongin saying that both of them would be home for 2 pm if you could make that and sending their apartment address, which you looked up and found was just a further five minute walk from your work which would be more convenient for you after late shifts. You arrived ten minutes early and texted Jeongin that you were there and just waited scrolling through your future course work on your phone and figuring out how and when you would be able to study between shifts at the café.

"Hello again" Jeongin greeted you from the large glass doors that marked the lobby of the complex.

"Hi Jeongin" you smiled at him his dimples appearing as you walked over to him.

"Seungmin is upstairs I thought it would be easier to come and get you rather than buzz you up in case you got lost" he grinned, you giggled in response and followed him to the lift and then up to the 10th floor. "Were apartment 102, 10th floor apartment 2". As he spoke the door swung open revealing another handsome although taller guy, both looked so young but you wouldn't complain unless they were slobs.

"Afternoon" the guy you assumed to be Seungmin smiled warmly letting you enter the apartment as he held the door.

"Hello, how are you?" you replied politely removing your shoes and stepping into the hallway.

"I'm well thank you, let me give you a tour" he stepped ahead of you and walked down the hallway "This door is my room, the door across is Jeongin's" you nodded and continued into the open plan area of the apartment "This is the kitchen and living room the bathroom is that door there and your room would be the door at the other side of the kitchen" he pointed out for you.

Walking over to the room that would be yours you opened the door and stepped in to look around. It was a basic room just a bed, desk and wardrobe but it was still bigger than what you had now and with a small private bathroom which meant no more sharing bathrooms.

"Which department are you guys in?" you casually queried hoping they were at least serious students.

"I'm in the Department of Medicine and Jeongin is in the Department of Engineering" Seungmin gestured between the two of them "What about you?"

"I'm in the Department of Economics" You nodded glad that they hadn't listed of something that would take up loads of room or be loud.

"What are your household jobs plans? do you have a schedule of who does what or is it just clean up after yourself?" you asked grinning back at them.

"There is a maid who comes in but we take care of our own rooms and we will just share the cooking and cleaning up. Seungmin and I just share the food bill so if that works for you we can split it three ways or you can buy your own if you would rather" His smile was growing with each question you asked.

"What about guests?" you asked trying to not seem embarrassed at the prospect of asking about their private activities.

"Neither of us have girlfriends, but our general rule is that guests are allowed as long as they aren't noisy or messy" Jeongin explained trying to seen as casual as he could.

"Oh that's great then I'm not seeing anyone either" you quickly reassure him "it's just that is the reason I need to move".

"Anything else you would like to know or see?" Seungmin asked softly.

"When can I move in?" you beamed happily at them.

"Would next weekend work for you?" Jeongin chuckled at your enthusiasm "both of us can help you with your stuff that way".

Meeting Jeongin and Seugnmin had been a stroke of luck for you and after a few months living together you were back to being in the top 3 of your class which is where your parent's were happiest with you. You had taken over a lot of the cooking for the three of you since you enjoyed it more than the cleaning and you could also bring leftovers from the café home for them which they always liked. They had turned out to be terrific room mates quiet, easy to talk to but also happy to not interrupt if you were studying and they had decided that on the weekends that you had Sunday night off you would watch a movie all together you were fast becoming close friends, despite your parent's constant protests that they would only distract you from your studies.

You knew that on the Saturday you worked they both went out, you often came home to an empty apartment or is you had worked an afternoon you would cross as they headed out but it never bothered you they never brought anyone loud home. That changed though when the summer break came and you could work more day shifts instead of weekends and evenings, you took up your bosses offer to allow some of the others to take the later shifts to give them more experience after promising you would get them back after the university year started up again.

"Come on, you never come with us to parties" Jeongin teased as he asked your opinion on his outfit choice.

"She never goes to parties" Seungmin quipped dryly making you roll your eyes at him.

"Seung is right I am the most boring person alive" you sighed dramatically turning your attention back to Jeongin "wear the denim jacket not the black one it looks better with the lighter color pants".

"What about you come to just this one party and I will never ask again?" Jeongin pouted changing his jacket at your suggestion.

"Or how about I don't and you still don't ever ask me again?" you countered poking his soft cheek with your finger to stop him pouting at you.

"Fine I will just keep asking forever then" Jeongin huffed poking his tongue out at you as he grabbed his wallet and keys. "But can you take an outfit pic for me?"

"Of course you big baby" you laughed at his about face you took several shots of each of them knowing they would be up on socials later and waved them off settling down to make some dinner and then watch a movie before you decided if you would take the night off studying or not.

Ending up studying before the movie you realized that it was almost 11 before you even thought about what to watch so instead you just on the drama Seungmin had been raving about so you could at least try to figure out what is was that was so addictive to him. Halfway through the episode your phone rang, fishing it from you pocket you glanced at the screen before answering.

"Jeongin I already told you I am not going to the party" you sighed into the phone.

"Hello?" a strange male voice asked on the other end.

"Jeongin this isn't funny" you replied dryly "you are too old to be playing stupid pranks while drunk".

"Hi this is Jeongin's friend Chan, is this his room mate Choi?" he asked seeming confused by your reactions.

"Yeah this is her, why are you calling me?" you were suspicious of whatever the motive for this call was.

"Look I'm downstairs with a few friends, Jeongin can't remember the door code and Seungmin got into a fight as is a bit out of it" he explained as you walked over to the intercom.

"Ok I can see a bunch of you on the camera where are Seung and Innie?" you asked slowly not willing to let them into the building if this was some kind of scheme.

"Guys wave to your room mate" you heard him say as Jeongin stumbled towards the camera and held down the button to speak to you.

"I had...soooooo much fun.....Seungy got punchy...such prick" he giggled smiling brightly at the camera.

"They fucking started it" Seungmin yelled in the background "fucking dicks"

"Yeah, yeah tiger" one of the other guys helping Seungmin stand up chuckled.

"Ok can you remember what apartment we live in?" you sighed already fed up with them but knowing you would still be looking after them for the rest of the night.

"102, we already know" Chan chuckled as you buzzed them in the main door and waited for them to drag the two boys to your apartment, getting out the medical kit, some painkillers and bottles of water for them. They announced themselves with a loud bang against the door and mashing of key code buttons before you opened it trying to hide your laugh as Jeongin swore at the door handle.

"Boys, not cool" you groaned teasingly stepping aside to let the other boys drag them into the living room. "Jeongin drink some water and take those pills, Seung let me have a look at you". They both just grunted at you as they were sat down by their friends Jeongin looking like a puppy getting scolded and Seungmin like he wanted to argue but knew it would be pointless.

"So what happened?...." you turned to the others looking at them patiently waiting for one of them to fill in the blanks for you trying hard not to be distracted from your own question by how attractive they were.

"I'm Chan" the guy who was the voice on the phone introduced himself easily making you smile at him "Jeongin is just drunker than usual but Seungmin got into a fight with some guys over a girl, I didn't see the fight".

"Did anyone see the fight?" you blinked a few times as you moved Seungmin's hair out of his face to look him over quickly.

"Yeah Seung was pissed that some guys were disrespecting some chick when he said something about it one of them pounced" the buff one answered "Oh Changbin by the way".

"Thanks Changbin by the way" you chuckled still trying to not openly stare at his large arms so you began looking over Jeongin as he giggled at something on the floor "and thanks for bringing them home".

"Seungmin didn't take any punches to the head, it was all body damage but he's ok" the pretty one in the leather jacket smirked his voice deep and smoky "Think its the booze and the punches that has made him unsteady" you turned to look at him and your eyes widened when you recognized him from coming home with Nali and instantly your mood soured.

"Good to know" you mumbled turning back to the others "Thank you again for getting them home I can take it from here" you turned back to Jeongin, and heard them walk back down the hall to the front door.

"She's cute for a nerdy little mouse" you heard the pretty one mutter but you ignored him feeling like your body was betraying you head, he was easily the prettiest man you had ever seen but you knew he was not the type of guy to look twice at you.

"Felix" Changbin warned softly his voice harder than it had been a second ago.

"What she is though, no wonder they have been keeping her secret" you could almost here the smirk in his voice making you frown.

"Dude you can't fuck their room mate" Chan scolded quietly all of them probably assuming that you couldn't hear them "You will just fuck everything up for them again like last time".

"The last one wasn't my fault that was all Hyunjin" he coolly snapped as the front door was closed behind them ending your eves dropping.

"Now boys lets get you cleaned up and off to bed yeah" you smiled sadly as you looked over Seungmin's knuckles to see if they needed disinfecting.

A/N: Thanks for reading there will be more interesting stuff in the next part this was just the scene setter. As always my darlings any likes, comments and reblogs are eternally loved xx

Taglist (open): @christopher-bangnaldoskzz, @armystay89, @damnyouficc, @roamingpolar, @tara-skyhold, @bakedlilgoonie, @krishastumblernow

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mamadoc · 6 months

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1, 2, 30, 38, 46 🤗

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

My two long multi-chapters have taken most of my writing time (and I love them), but I actually really love the first series I ever wrote, *Sense* You Know Me So Well. The second chapter of this series and the second chapter of its sequel are the two that I am most proud of. They just feel very authentic and have deep feelings.

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

I'm not great at tagging apparently or my stories are all quite different. My only tag that I've used more than once was 'Alternate Universe,' which makes since given that 3 of my 6 are AUs.

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

I have a story that was my first ever idea for a story that I've started writing, but I still haven't felt confident enough in my writing to tackle. It's all outlined with some parts written out, but there's a lot of heartbreak and angst in the beginning of the story, and I haven't written much of that into my stories to date. Perhaps one day when I finish my long multi-chapter, I'll get back to that.

I'm emotionally very affected by what I read and write. So I think I'll have to be in a good place with a good chunk of time to dedicate to writing so that I can get through all the angst more quickly. Yikes... that means I'll have to do it before my kids get out of school in May. Sheesh. Maybe it'll have to wait until fall.... We'll see.

38. Did any of your fics get surprisingly popular (whatever that means to you)? Which ones? Why do you think they were so successful?

Honestly, when I started I wasn't sure anyone would like any of my stories. I definitely lacked confidence in my ability to write creatively since I had never done it before. I have written academically quite a bit, so I wasn't worried about sentence structure or grammar. I just wasn't sure anyone would like what I had to say - that it would be up to snuff.

But the response I've gotten to Catch of a Lifetime has been so amazing. I wasn't sure how many baseball AU Chenford readers there would be out there. But it also just started with 3 outlined chapters, and now I have it outlined to chapter 19. I think it'll be done soon after that. That makes me feel like a lazy, inexperienced writer, but this story has just taken on a life of it's own. I post it at the end of baseball season because that seems appropriate, but somehow it's still going.

46. Do you prefer writing on your phone or on a computer (or something else)? Do you think where you write affects the way you write?

I make a lot of notes on my phone, but I always write out the stories on my computer.

Thanks for asking!

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prolix-yuy · 2 years

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Writers’ Iron Chef #11: Staying the Night

[PROMPT] “I’ll be here the whole night, okay?”

[TIME LIMIT] Optional 10 minutes prep time, 30 minutes writing time, optional, 10 minutes editing time

Pairing: Jack Russell, Werewolf by Night x F!Reader

Rating: M, allusions to sexual acts, descriptions of male and female (and monster!) bodies, allusions to monsterfucking but we cut to black (sorry babes I ran out of time).

Summary: "Has this ever worked before?" "Once."

Notes: Written for Writers’ Iron Chef Prompt 11.

In honor of the Spooky Season, and because I had a fun time watching Werewolf by Night, I'm bringing a new boy into the mix this time. I just want to write some fun werewolf shenanigans with Gael García Bernal. Don't worry Pedro, you're always first in my heart.

Did I walk right up to the monsterfucking door and knock but then run out of time to finish the prompt? Yes, yes I did. But I had a lot of fun doing the walking. Enjoy!

The story concludes in Mistake.

His eyes are human, surprisingly. Popular media had you convinced he’d be something much less than a man, something hungry and lupine. There are aspects - the claws, the fangs, the wiry hair covering his body. But his eyes are the same that stared down at you when he pleaded for you to go.

“The wolf doesn’t care who you are,” he said, hands tight around your shoulders. “He eats and he runs and anything that gets in his way is fair game. This is not something you can reason with.”

Jack soothed his bruising grip with gentler strokes, and you couldn’t dismiss the pain on his face as an overreaction. You knew what you were asking.

“What can he remember, then? If not faces and names, how can I communicate with him? He can’t just be a monster, thinking and unfeeling, Jack, we both know that.” The way his face fell at the word that haunts him - monster, through no fault of his own - made you cup his face in your hands. Your eyes traced the lines and smudges of his ancestral markings, fingers stroking along his jaw.

“If he’s a wolf, he should behave like one. And most great beasts hunt by smell,” you offered. Jack’s face lightened with clarity, eyes flitting over your shoulder as he contemplated this bit of information.

“If I scent you, he might…recognize you,” he concluded, a smile gracing your face. “It’s still too dangerous,” Jack insisted, but you were already shrugging off your jacket and baring your pulse points.

“One day this will happen out of your control, and I would like to be prepared in whatever way I can,” you said, Jack’s eyes softening with a mix of understanding and despair. “Please, Jack. It can’t hurt to try.”

Jack had pressed his face into your neck before, inhaling deeply after your first kiss. He told you later, wrapped in blankets and sated, that your scent speaks more words than your mouth ever can. You could be encased in stone in a crowd of thousands and it would still bring him straight to you. It’s unique, ever-evolving, and the first thing he fell in love with.

This was something different. There was a need in the way Jack gripped your wrists, pressing his pert nose to your pulse and inhaling deeply. It spiked arousal in your hips, the intimacy of his mouthing at your delicate skin.

“It still may not be enough. You'll have to look him in the eye, show him you know him, you know me,” he growled, low and quiet, as your heartbeat hammered in your chest. His nose trailed up your arm, lips leaving searing kisses along your skin. By the time he was nosing behind your ear you had pressed flush to him, arm winding around his waist and fisting into his jacket. Puffs of breath warm your skin, each deep inhale followed by a rattling exhale. When his tongue laved a wet path along your neck your knees almost gave out.

“Lover, your scent is strongest here,” he whispered, one lithe hand cupping your sex. The electric slide of his palm pulled a whine from your mouth, a pleading yes, that dropped you on your back with Jack’s face between your legs. As he scented and mouthed at the cradle of your arousal, you thought his fervor might be reminiscent of the wolf.

The lovemaking that followed was slow, careful, sensual and deep, like every time Jack takes you apart. He likes it that way, wants the wolf to be far from your soft body. Sometimes, you wish he would allow a small part of him in.

When the moon fills next, you watch him pace the locked room, eyes sharp and fearful.

“This is not a good idea. You should leave. This won’t work, please leave,” he pleads, even though the lengths of chain manacling his wrists and neck keep him several paces from you. You steel your jaw, resolute.

“I’ll be here the whole night, okay?”

Jack shakes his head, rolling his shoulders with a hiss as the transformation begins.

“The whole time. You aren’t shouldering this alone anymore.”

Pain wracks his face, body folding to kneel on the ground. His breath comes out in short bursts, panting against the change overcoming him.

“I love you, Jack Russell, and I will love the beast you harbor.”

The howl that rips from Jack’s throat raises goosebumps all over. Watching in morbid fascination, Jack’s lean body snaps and cracks as hands become claws, his chest barrels out and hair blankets his body. His face, however, remains. You worried that he would be unrecognizable, but once the transformation ends he truly is a wolf-man. The rattle of the chains snap you back to your predicament.

“Jack, it’s me,” you say, loud and clear, as the wolf watches you with interest. He stalks to the end of his lead with a snap, snarling and spitting as you circle him. “Breathe, Jack. You said you’d know my scent anywhere. Breathe. Know I’m here.”

The wolf seems to pay you some mind, following your path while huffing and watching you. After circling the room once you take a step closer. The wolf doesn’t move, only watches your slow approach.

“Jack, I don’t want to rush it, but it might have worked,” you say, still two good paces away but closer than you ever thought you would get. Relief bleeds into your bones. This could work.

Metal shrieks as the wolf yanks hard against his restraints, and with molasses-slow observation you witness the chain failing, zipping through the manacles and collar as the wolf pulls free. Your reflexes catch up, spinning you around and into a dead sprint, but you’re against a creature with supernatural abilities. He’s on you before you can get three paces.

The slam of your back against the floor knocks the wind out of you, tears springing to your eyes.

“Jack, please,” you gasp, eyes shut and body shaking underneath the weight of the wolf’s bulk. When jaws don’t snap around your skull you hazard a look.

His eyes are human, not yellow or red as rubies, raking over your face. The press of his claws against your chest keeps you beneath him, hips forcing your legs apart. You lie still, waiting for some sign that he knows who you are.

A hot breath, a dip of his head to stroke his nose across your cheek. You almost start crying again, this time in relief.

“Oh Jack, Jack you’re there,” you gasp, hands coming up to hold the wolf’s face so gently. He nuzzles into your touch, coarse hair slipping through your fingers. You bask in it for a moment longer, waiting for him to release you.

When you meet the wolf’s eyes again you see something you didn’t expect, that never crossed Jack’s mind to anticipate.

The wolf has your scent, laced through with arousal and carnality. Blood rushes to your face when his hips grind into yours, a hard length pressing against your apex. He’s larger than Jack, almost impossibly so, hefty and throbbing against you. The claw on your chest moves to cover your breast, squeezing gentler than you thought possible for something so menacing.

“Oh…oh shit,” you whisper, the wolf’s snarl almost becoming a smirk.

You were his mate after all. And you would be there all night.

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Vera's Hauntober 2023

Day 7 - Haunted (Leona Kingscholar)

09/26/2023 - 10/04/2023

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Reader

Word Count: 1,085

Warnings: Some spooks here and there (they're in a haunted house)

Gender: GN

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Whipping their head around, Y/N carefully walked through haunted house. Sweat started to build up on their brow, and their pupils were dilated. They were scared. No way around it.

But it wasn't the ghosts and the hobgoblins and the witches and zombies that they were afraid of.

No, they were funny most of the time.

It was the unprecedented startling jump scares that got to Y/N.

But a little rewind is necessary. The ever so gracious headmaster of Night Raven College had presented an activity for Halloween. Each house of the school would create an event of their own in honor of Halloween. The best event would be awarded a special prize (one that Crowley never specified the details of).

Heartslabyul cleaned up their gardens and created a stunning rose maze. The students would be allowed to try their luck in finding the end of the maze, and if they did, they would win a delectable treat made by the one and only Trey Clover himself.

Octavinelle decided to keep up their 1920's-30s aesthetic and turn Mostro Lounge into a murder mystery scene, fully decked out in the appropriate decor. They even had a chest of costumes for guests to wear to really feel the aesthetic of it all.

Scarabia hosted a pumpkin decorating contest (mainly because Kalim was downright fascinated by the idea of it, and of course, Jamil and the rest of the house complied to his whims). It was surprisingly popular, especially with the endless supply of competitive students.

Pomefiore, to no one's surprise, hosted a costume contest. To make things fair, it was decided that each contestant would have to make their own costumes without any help from any one else. And of course, Vil and Rook were two of the judges. (Rumor had it that Professor Crewel was also a judge).

Ignihyde planned a scavenger hunt. It was perfect, because Idia could stay in his room, watching the entire scavenger hunt while Ortho would watch over everything physically.

Diasomnia arranged for a very specific type of event. It was to be at the end of the day - a masquerade. It was one of the only houses that did not have some sort of competitive event planned, but it was very typical to the Diasomnia elegance.

Last but not least, Savanaclaw hosted a haunted house with its students posing as a various assortment of "scary" creatures. It didn't really matter what they dressed up as, because in the end, they all shared but one goal - to scare the living daylights out of people.

And that brings us back to Y/N still panicking their soul out of their body, because no one had spooked them just yet. Y/N really liked the fact that Savanclaw (of all houses) opted for a non-competitive event, and was even willing to see the outside of the place. But that plan kinda sorta went down the drain when the Ramshackle Prefect got into an argument of sorts with Leona and somehow ended up betting that they wouldn't get scared the entire time they were in the haunted house. That was of course, a lie, but Leona didn't need to know that.

Because of the sheer adrenaline running through their veins, Y/N was hyperaware of their surroundings. Every twitch of light, every faint footstep, every cold gust of wind had them reduced to nothing but a trembling bundle of nerves.

Out of the corner of their eye, Y/N saw something faintly white whiz by. Before they recognized what they were doing, they had successfully thrashed a poor Savanaclaw student (who was dressed up as a mummy) smack damn in the middle of the head. They didn't even bother apologizing because they were making a run for it at this point.

Swerving to the left because they now had a serial killer chasing them, Y/N tried hiding next to a vanity that had a bunch of stuff leaning up against it. If they crouched just right and had the objects cover them just right, the serial killer wouldn't be able to find them!

Right?

It seemed luck was on the Prefect's side, as the serial killer didn't seem to notice that they were in the same room (but what Y/N did not know was that the serial killer had indeed noticed them, especially with the scent of fear and what not, and decided to take pity on them and not traumatize them further).

And so half an hour passed by, with the Prefect hiding in every little crevice they could find, while trying to find the exit. There was a particular hallway that the Prefect chanced upon, and very quickly realized was the end of the haunted house. Just about ten more steps and they'd be free!

Y/N could feel the excitement coursing through their veins. The exit was so close!

Until a bloody zombie showed up out of nowhere and scared the living daylights out of them, that is.

Scared out of their mind, Y/N practically fell backwards, crouching in towards themselves, hiding whatever they could of their body with their arms and screaming like a mad person.

It wasn't until two very firm hands shook their shoulders that they stopped screaming and looked up. Leona Kingscholar. The current bane of their existence. Curse their inability to remain calm and not bet against Leona of all people-

The said beastman, of course had his face set into a glowering smirk, but he still gently ushered them out of the haunted house, and away from any prying eyes that wished to witness the debacle that was Y/N in a haunted house. Once in a more secluded part of the school, the prefect finally let out a sigh of relief. They could feel their ability to breathe reemerging, and Sevens was it delightful.

"Feeling better now Herbivore?" Leona asked.

"Yeah, thanks." Y/N replied.

It was awkward. Very much so. But neither of the two knew what to say, if they should be saying anything at all.

"You do realize you're going to have to be my personal servant for the day, right?" A green-eyed lion reminded, smirk ever present on his face.

The famous prefect of Ramshackle, who was supposedly transported to Twisted Wonderland from some far away world, could do nothing but glare at him. If looks could kill, Leona would have died multiple times over.

"Make me do anything weird, and I'll revoke your reward."

Author's Note: I'm cringing so badly right now, and I just wanna sleep because this is too much-

I was busy with something (that took five days, mind you); and I was stuck on this fic, since I had no good ideas for it, but still wanted to get past it; my laptop broke down; and a bunch of other stuff that I can't recall at the moment because my mind is way too muddled.

Having said that, please (I'm begging you-) ignore the low quality of this particular fic. I promise that I have better ones in store, and this is just not one of my days.

See you in the next fic!

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lanaactuallyabanana · 2 months

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Okay- Okay- Okay! Soooo, hear me out on this one!

Headcannons or a oneshot of...

Reader, gn or fem, I don't mind which, is the older sibling of Ranboo. So obviously, being the cool asf and totally straight sibling that reader is, they randomly show up at Ranboo's apartment one day with a ton of baked goods cause they run a little Bakery back in California. Ranboo doesn't know this, and they're playing a horror game so any noises of doors opening or closing just seem like apart of the game they are playing. So reader naturally scares Ranboo by sneaking up behind him. So that leads to two things. One, reader getting whacked in the face due to Ranboo's reflexes. Two, that leads to a ton of questions from chat on who the heck Reader is.

Take your time on this one! Make sure to eat, drink, and take all the time you need on this!!

-Mackenzieeeee :))))))

omg kenzie. all hail kenzie for their amazing asks wtf ur filling my inbox with beauty and i cannot repay for it ily so fucking much holy shit ur so cool @catswithroses (also is this header cutesies or what oml) also lana is back in her writing actual fics and not just headcanons everyone yippee!!!!! AND BEFORE A BITCH SAYS SOMETHING, MACARON IS PRONOUCED MACK-UH-RON. NOT MACK-UH-ROON. WRONG FUCKING DESERT.

ranboo x fem!reader (platonic, sibling dymanic)

, smelling something sweet !!

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Ran and Y/n have always had a dynamic as siblings. See, when you typically hear about siblings in a novella such as this, you most likely think of young kids fighting and arguing with one another over the most silliest of things. But, to your dismay, these two never had such a duo like that. They were simple but yet so unique as siblings. And that's what made them special.

Y/n was constantly in touch with Ran, she felt a need as an older sister to check up on them, as would any sister do. Ran had previously lived in another part of the world, England, for a little while, but had moved back to California not so long ago. They lived in a smaller apartment (a shit one, according to Ranboo themselves), and Y/n quite liked to visit them every once in a while. It was an easy thing for Y/n to do, as she owned a bakery around 30 minutes away from his place. Y/n had closed early for the day, deciding to visit and deliver her most popular and desired treat (one that Ran couldn't resist), elderflower and rose macarons. She packed her deserts in a purple tupperware container, and placed them in the passenger seat of her car.

Soon enough, she arrived at his place. She entered through the door using the spare key he had given her, and looked around his place. It was surprisingly clean, he must have had a friend come over and help him clean. As she was admiring his polaroid's on the kitchen wall, she heard her brother yell. Her eyes widened in confused, and checked her phone.

RanbooLive is now streaming! "WOOO HORROR GAME LETS GO"

She laughed at herself. No wonder why he was yelling. She opened up the stream and saw his setup, facecam was on and he was playing some horror game that she didn't recognize. She noticed on his facecam that she would have a perfect entry for them not to hear her, considering he also had headphones on. Y/n smirked deviously. She placed her phone in her pocket, and held the baked goods in her arms tightly. She slowly creeped towards the office door.

See, reader, Ranboo was in their own state. They were unable to truly focus around anything around them (which is most likely a hazard) due to how realistic the game seemed. Footsteps, wood creaking, whispers, and rumbles were just all part of the game.

Now that you know that, Y/n quietly snuck behind Ranboo, seeing herself in the facecam. She paused for a second, looking at the chat.

mcytfan765_ : erm

ilovedinosaurs474: who is that??

biolevded: ranboo has stalked confirmed

Y/n giggled to herself at the chats. She waved and smiled quietly at the camera. Ranboo, somehow, is still entirely clueless and very focused to one singular monitor that has the game on it.

Ranboo turns his head to the side in confusion slowly, but still remains focused to the game. "Guys, I swear this game has a placebo or whatever you call it cause I'm smelling something sweet right now."

Y/n took that as her cue, and screamed.

Ran's eye's widened and they fell off their chair entirely.

Let's just say we got a clip-worthy moment between the two siblings.

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hehehe i love this fic its so silly!! its also short n' sweet but i love it!!

tysm to @catswithroses for the wonderful request, both jackie and kenzie feeding me with these asks yum yum

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dmsden · 2 years

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Christmas in Greyhawk - Adapting real world holiday traditions into your game

Hullo, Gentle Readers. With the holiday season approaching, I’ve been chatting with some friends about potential Christmas games of D&D they’re going to run. It’s made me imagine working on my own game, and I thought I’d share a few ideas I had that might be enjoyable for a game set at a festive wintry time of year.

Anything related to Christmas is, of course, somewhat overshadowed by the figure of Santa Claus. He’s so rich with fantasy and mythology, too, that he seems like a character ripe for a D&D version. He has magical powers, he works closely with elves, he associates with flying reindeer...if you look at the Rankin/Bass specials, or the book The Life & Adventures of Santa Claus by L. Frank Baum, you can add even weirder elements to his story. In Baum, especially, he’s connected to nature spirits, immortals, and various animals. This makes me consider creating an Archdruid called Nicholas the Giftbringer.

Druid is a surprisingly good class build for Nicholas. Timeless Body would make him age much more slowly, allowing him to live over many years. Druid spells could make awakened and magical reindeer. I’d go with Circle of Dreams, to attach him to the fey (the elves again) and to traverse through dreams...how else can he make it around the world in one night?

In modern times, a lot of people are rediscovering the fun of an “Anti-Santa”, most often in the form of the Krampus. Krampusnacht remains popular in Germany, and it’s starting to catch on here in the U.S. in some areas. A figure that punishes naughty children seems like a good piece to add to our crazy Christmas materials.

To avoid making this a straight Krampus analogy, I’m thinking it would be fun to have a powerful figure as the center of this, but with servants who seek the naughty children. I kind of want to borrow the concept of a Snow Queen from Hans Christian Andersen, before she became Else in Frozen.

This could be an Archfey, similar to the Prince of Frost, or it could be a monster the PCs could fight. Depending on the level of the party, it might be a Frost Druid, a Bheur Hag, a Frost Giant Everlasting One, a White Dragon, or something else entirely. As far as servants to seek out naughty children, the Banderhobb seems a natural choice.

It’s worth noting that you don’t have to do anything traditional. This is your story, and you’re more than allowed to go in a crazy direction. Maybe Santa Claus is a polymorphed silver dragon who works with a wintry variety of gnomes to make toys. Maybe orcs of the frozen lands are his steadfast guardians. In his Guardians of Childhood books, William Joyce has Nicholas St. North, the Santa figure, as the leader of a group of Yeti.

To close out this bit of holiday fun, I thought I’d share a traditional wassail recipe, because drinking alcohol on the holidays is always a good time.

Ingredients

1 gallon apple cider

2 cups orange juice

1 cup lemon juice

½ cup sugar

2 teaspoons cinnamon

1 teaspoon cloves

1 teaspoon nutmeg

1 orange, sliced

½ cup brandy

Instructions

Mix juices, sugar, brandy, and seasonings together.

Slowly bring to a boil in a large saucepan or pot. Boil for 1 minute.

Reduce heat and simmer for 30 minutes.

Serve hot with sliced oranges floating in the punch bowl.

Note that I’ve mostly looked at Christmas traditions, but there are many holidays at this time of year. I’m sure my clever readers can come up with all kinds of story elements from holiday traditions they enjoy. And whether you run a game during this time of year, I hope you have a very enjoyable holiday season.

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Megjelent egy (első?) angol nyelvű kritika a kultúrás Fordulat lapszámról, ami nagy örömömre a legtöbb recenzióval szemben behatóan foglalkozik a magyar filmiparról szóló tanulmányommal is (nem úgy, mint a magyar filmszakma, ahol sajnos semelyik lap nem élt a párbeszéd lehetőségével).

Idézem itt hosszabban ezt a szakaszt a LeftEast-cikkből:

"Next, “I Hope Next Time You Will Manage to Apply ” grapples with the issue of ‘independence’ in the film industry and its dilemmas within the contemporary Hungarian scene. Due to limitations such as language and the still miniscule private capital involved, film production (a grossly expensive form of culture) in a small country like Hungary has been historically funded by the state through an ever-changing institutional framework. Author Máté Konkol shows that, surprisingly, during the ten years of the existence of Orbán regime’s funding body, the National Film Fund (NFI), almost 30% of feature-length films were ‘independent’ productions. This was due to the fact that NFI allocated most of its budget to popular productions aligned with the regime’s ideological values, benefiting a small and interconnected slice of the field, leading to a wide-scale refusal of filmmakers to apply for state funding. Konkol focuses on this 30%, examining ‘independently’ produced films through a Bourdieuian lens, where independence refers to the productions’ funding schemes (as opposed to aesthetic decisions, regarding which the author discusses the term autonomy and concludes that it is always-already a ‘relative autonomy’ one can talk about, given the interplay of various dependencies in the production process). Due to the lack of financial resources, these indy productions have been forced to adapt to conditions of scarcity. Using the social and cultural capital of the already well-known filmmakers, many of them managed to access the technical means of production for (almost) free, and employed staff based on ‘deferred payments’ or on a volunteer basis (free labour). Konkol offers real-world insight to the reader by analysing the production (and distribution) of a feature he worked on as the director’s assistant. The case study reveals that, although the director (Szabolcs Hajdu) was already locally and internationally renowned, the film had a very low production budget (Hajdu did not apply for NFI funds). The film was produced by the free labour of the director’s students (at a private art university), and went on to win the Karlovy Vary film festival. The author claims that the students who made the film did not feel that they were exploited in the production process, as the lack of remuneration was compensated with gains in cultural capital, and thus, future opportunities.

In his conclusion, Konkol identifies the urgent need for a movement that would oppose the structures and standards of the film industry set by patriarchal capitalism. He claims that for this, a new network ought to be organised that is integrated into a wider network of the ‘solidarity economy’, is open, and allows for the participation of those currently outside elite circles.

I cannot agree more. For this to happen, I believe, we must confront not only the far-right, ethnonationalist post-fascists, but also the liberal elites who still claim the position of the makers of ‘good culture’, while remaining blind to the slew of exploitation they perpetuate for the sake of the end product and success for the few."

#szoveg #cikk #sajat #fordulat #film #magyar film #capitalism #lefteast #függetlenfilm #független film #independent film #konkol máté #szabolcs hajdu #politika #critical theory

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waterspoutskies · 2 years

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3, 23, and 30 :3

Sorry this took me a couple days <3 French anarchy, y’know?

Rav’s were already answered or mostly answered so I asked for a new round of questions instead!

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

*sigh* Ok. My gut instinct is to recommend my darling precious baby that I devote my brain to endlessly (Beneath the Skin) but if I’m being honest and reasonable. That. Is an incredibly shitty introduction to how I write. It’s 17000 words long, full of constant run on sentences and internal thought, was an intentional no dialogue challenge, it’s completely unedited, 11k of it was written in what was essentially a fever craze in the span of about two months, and what’s more, it basically throws canon away! Like wow! Even assuming the new reader makes it through all 17k words, that’s a very useless way to evaluate my writing! (I should probably edit it.)

So all this to say my rational brain has kicked in and the answer is Thoughts Like These. Admittedly, it’s still long at 11.5k, but it pays much better respect to canon and I devoted a lot of attention to making it neutral and ambiguous for a reason!

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore?

When I first started reading I liked reading a more skittish, cagey, even a bit feral Wild on occasion (one of my first reads was DreamHero’s Not a Hero series on Ruby’s recommendation) but now it’s way overdone and often not in a very well managed way. You can have rationality to stupidity! That goes for all of the boys in all honesty.

38. Did any of your fics get surprisingly popular (whatever that means to you)? Which ones? Why do you think they were so successful?

Yeah, TLT (Thoughts Like These) did. I knew Wild was the “most popular” Link by virtue of his game being the most recent, people can play it, latch on it, etc more easily. I also knew gang meets were fairly popular- though not always the most popular! It very much depends. And then there was the fact that TLT was one of my gift fics for the LU Artist Appreciation Project. There were a lot of exceptionally skilled, firmly established, well known and loved writers in that project discord. All this to say that yeah I was a bit caught off guard when it blew up within the day and just kept going.

It’s my most kudos’d fic by more than triple and my most read by nearly triple. Most people have a pretty good range on their stats page. Me? Mine looks like a negative exponential graph.

Yeah.

I do wish I could figure out what made it blow up by such a large factor, I’m guessing maybe the appreciation project contributed to some of that? I dunno! I know it’s well written but so are plenty of others, and I know it’s about Wild but so are plenty of others! It’s an interesting little thing.

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

I don’t know that I have a specific single one, but if I could write anything like Sister I’d be pretty pleased with myself.

Thank you kindly Rav!!

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𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚊 (𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚊!)

One way, or another, I'm gonna find ya

I'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya

One way, or another, I'm gonna win ya, I'll get ya, I'll get ya

One way, or another, I'm gonna see ya - Blondie

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☆: I originally got this idea from a fic I read but most of the credits got to them

★: Lucifer Morningstar (Magne) x Reader

☆: Mentions of kidnapping and possessive behavior(I think?)

★: Gender-Neutral reader.

☆: Reader is 20-23

★: This is a oneshot

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Short Summary: Who would've guessed that a certain devil liked you in particular? Unfortunately, there's no way out for you..

Your friend kept telling you how good this show was. 'Hazbin hotel' I think? It was actually quite popular from what you know, and you already had prime so there was no hassle for you to watch it.

Surprisingly it was quite good. Even had some likeable characters. You only started watching yesterday and now you're on episode 5! Lucifers' character stood out to you. He was so, in a way, goofy but also kind of charming.

Though.. it felt like he was looking directly at you sometimes when facing at the screen. Or maybe that's just something the animators did intentionally. It wasn't that important just slightly off-putting.

Your phones clock read 5:30. Didn't realize it was getting so late. Guess that's what happens when you spend so much time watching TV.

That show can wait till tomorrow, it did kinda waste your day. Though it was hard to shake that feeling that someone was watching you.

You were confused why the next episode was playing. " I could've sworn I turned it off last night."

[ Breif time skip ]

You finished the show. Although, it did dim your mood that it was already over. So much had happened. Yet you'll have to wait for the next season to come out.

Oh well, you could always - " Hello dear! "

That's not right at all.

After the credits ended the screen went black. Meaning it was over. Meaning Lucifer Morningstar should most definitely not be on your TV screen.

" Are you.. talking to me? "

" I don't see any other person in your room. "

You had to sit down on your bed to process this.

" Y'know, Y/N , I've been watching you for a while now. And what else can I say beside you have most definitely peaked my interest! "

" .. But aren't you.. you know, Satan? The devil himself. Why would I be interesting to you? "

At first you assumed this was a hallucination. Maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. But this was to real to not be happening.

That explains a little too much actually. The feeling of being watched was actually true.

But this can't be. He's fake. He's just a drawing basically. He's stuck on a screen. Which actually calms you down a bit.

It made you feel eased that he wasn't actually there. But you were still tense.

" Listen, I don't what you want from me but- "

"Oh it's quite simple my love! I want you to come here! With me! I can do more than a few tricks. And perhaps treat you better than anyone ever could? Or do you need more convincing ? "

He must be delusional to think you're coming with him. Quite honestly he talks too much..

In attempt to escape him you tried turning off your TV. And it.. didn't work. He must have done something.

Unfortunately he knew and (threatened) "persuaded" you to hear him out.

" Uh- hey! It's kinda rude to push someone who loves you away! "

" You're not real. "

" So I guess I'll have to make you come with me then? "

You laid down slightly, not really sure of how much he could do.

" As much as I hate to tell you this there's nothing you can do. You're trapped in there and I'm , thankful , not. So good luck trying to- "

There was a loud sound of something banging against the screen three times and then a shattering sound.. you flinched at it.

And there he was. Standing right at the foot of your bed looking smugly.

" You were saying something about 'being trapped' sweetheart? "

Oh Lord.

#hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer x you #⭐-Nah I would be scared to #I forget the original fanfic but credits to them full🙁 (it was a wally x reader fic)#no part 2

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30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

not that i can remember, i guess the first time i wrote smut? because i'd never written it before and had no idea what i was doing? and now look at me, a little whiz when it comes to it (jk i have at least one melt down each time i write smut and come to close to bashing my head against a wall)

34. What aspects of your writing are inspired by/taken from your real life?

probably certain emotions that some of the characters i write about feel, in DTIK i think i wrote about the fear of loneliness once, or something along those lines and i think at that time i felt so isolated from people that it was nice to try and articulate that feeling and i remember someone commenting about that specific part and how they'd felt the same and i just :( that was such a shit time in my life LMAO

i think DTIK is definitely the series that i push some of my negative emotions onto, or take the most of what i feel in real life put down in words

and i really want to go back and rewrite a lot of what i already have because compared to when i started the series i think at in this moment i would be able to maybe write better, even if whats been posted is like the rawest form of emotions that story will ever get

apart from that i think most of what i write is pure luck and imagination, it's a sad life i lead

36. Do you visualize what you read/write?

yes, most, if not all of my fics that i've written play out in my head like a movie or a drama. and that's why when i write i really try to write down what i see so readers can have the same experience as me with room for interpretation. i also have music that i would use as soundtracks for all my writing if they were ever to be a movie/ drama. one thing i'm not good at is character building, for short drabbles its really hard to build super complicated characters with complex emotions and traits but when i see them in my mind they're all very unique

i do the same for reading, even for novels i have to put the book down so i can visualize what my character would be if i were to be in the story, or things i would do different if i were to be the main character

38. Did any of your fics get surprisingly popular (whatever that means to you)? Which ones? Why do you think they were so successful?

the first time almost shat myself was 'Helping Hands' i remember releasing the teaser and it did really well, and i was like damn what if the actual fic is really bad and all these people are liking my sad little teaser, but it became the most 'popular' fic (in terms of notes) on my page at that time, it might still be but i think 'secrets out' is slowly catching up. at this point my posts would average like 100 to maybe 300 ish notes- i think i also only had my two series at that time and i know a lot of people prefer oneshots/ twoshots so for them to even get that many notes i was really happy, and i'd thought i'd made it with TBAH and then helping hands did numbers.

the next one is bully fic, seriously i still don't understand why it did so well and to this day it still baffles me, and then 'secrets out' did even better than that and i was genuinely so surprised. literally all of my morally grey fics, why are they so popular? whoever requested secrets out definitely had unresolved family issues because i remember reading that request and thinking damn that's eerily specific and therapy does exist

#ask #🖤 anon #ask game

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kuromochimi · 3 years

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Nothing Compares

Rindou x Reader

Content & Warnings: fluff, college au, little bit of kissing, mentions of bullying and body (?) shaming (not from rindou)

Some would say that it was unlikely for you to be dating someone as troublesome as haitani rindou. Being a timid, studious, and reserved person, you understood where they were coming from. But more than what they had to say about him, what irks or hurts you the most is what others say about you. You see, rindou is a popular guy. Good looking, well-known, he had a status and girls would trip, run on heels just to be able to date him. Those same girls and some men who knew rindou would always be puzzled and judging when they see you with your boyfriend. “How could someone so plain be with someone as amazing as rindou” as they would say.

Flashback

“Excuse me, are you alright?” You approached a guy sitting with his back against one of the walls in the small alley you usually passed through on the way home. He looked beat and wounded and it was raining too. He was like a lost cat. He simply looked up and despite your fear that this might be some trouble maker, your kind heart still wanted to help at least a little.

“Come, let me patch you up”

He surprisingly stood up and followed you but he refused to share your umbrella as according to him, he didn’t want to get his bloodied self near you.

You ended up cleaning his wounds up.

“Thanks. For the help, the shirt, the towel. I’m rindou by the way” he timidly said once you applied the last band aid.

“Is there anyone you’d like to call to pick you up?”

“No I can go by myself” but as rindou tried to stand up, he immediately fell back. Whoever beat this man up must have been strong as fuck seeing as rindou seemed to be a pretty tough man himself yet here he was, barely able to stand.

“On second thought, can I make a phone call?” He shyly requested

“Sure”

He called what you assumed was his brother. Said man arrived not more than 30 minutes since rindou called him. They both thanked you for your help. Rindou asked for your number to be able to thank you properly though you weren’t expecting anything in return anyway. And so the rest is history.

End of flashback

With ran out of the apartment, you and rindou chose to hang out at their place. You were situated on the couch, enveloped between his legs, your back against his chest and his arms snaked around your waist, his head propped on your left shoulder

“Baby why don’t you ever come with me to hang out at night?” Your boyfriend wondered out loud

“I’m busy at night, rin. You know I have to maintain my grades hm?”

“Liar. I never pry too far but you have to tell me why when you’re ready, ‘kay?” He kissed your jaw after stating his claim

“Next time” then you snuggled closer to him, taking in the warmth of his embrace.

That night, rindou met up with ran to go to one of their favorite clubs. It was never an issue with you that they did that often. You trusted your boyfriend wholeheartedly.

The two went to their usual table, a couple acquaintances and a few new faces came to mingle and talk with them. One girl, seemingly fixated on the younger haitani, made her way beside him.

“Hi rindou, looking for a fun time tonight?” She was obviously seducing him but to no avail.

“I have a girlfriend” he stoically said before returning to his previous conversation with his brother.

“That bland, boring looking one? Leave her, I can give you a better time. That boring girl doesn’t really match with you” the woman said, obviously not thinking about what she just did.

Just then, it was like a light bulb lit up on top of rindou’s head. This was the reason behind your refusal to go with him. Because he always saw you enjoy yourself drinking with friends but never with him. This was why. And it made his blood boil to think that meaningless people made you feel inferior like that. If anything, he was the one who didn’t deserve to be with you. You were too good for him.

He stood up and left without a word. Ran didn’t have to ask to know he was headed to your place.

A knock on your door startled you. You checked to see who it was and immediately opened the door once you saw it was rindou.

“Rin? Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be with ran?”

“I’d rather be with my girlfriend” he smiled and hugged you, kissing your temple in the process.

“You want dinner? I was just eating, come join me”

“yn, it’s 11pm, why are you eating so late?” His concern was very much obvious with his tone

“I fell asleep. Stop being a worry wart, come on” you gave him a small peck on the lips before dragging him to the dining area of your dorm.

He watched you gobble up the chinese take out you ordered, helped you clean up, and then you showered together before heading to bed. Now you were on the bed, caged in his arms, your face snuggled into his chest, his head on yours.

“So? Did something happen? What’s with the sudden sleep over?” You momentarily pulled yourself away to look up at your boyfriend who was looking back at you too.

“Don’t mind what others think. I don’t give a damn if they think this or that. I love you. Really love you. Fuck everyone else, you’re so perfect for me” he said before giving you a sweet, passionate kiss on the lips.

You only smiled against his lips before burying your face into his chest once again.

“Thank you for saying that. Let’s go to bed now, rin”

“Okay, I love you”

“I love you too”

And with each other’s warmth and affirmation of love and comfort, you both fell asleep.

#rindou fluff #haitani rindou x reader #rindou x reader #haitani rindou #tokyo revengers rindou #bonten rindou #rindou hcs #rindou angst #bonten x reader #bonten #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers x reader

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