#not that it was hard i wasn't lying about the bias

[hydrachea]

Give me the ship opinions on kaeluc ☆

ship ask game

Kaeluc: Ship It

What made you ship it? Kaeluc is actually one of the two Genshin ships that broke containment and reached me before I even started playing, so I already had a bias (that you, my dear friend, absolutely did not help). Then I started playing and the deal was easy to seal, wow, red/blue duo that had an intense falling out and have a tense relationship to this day, plenty of in-game pandering, and they're brothers? It was a losing battle from the start.

What are your favorite things about the ship? The angst they have is delicious, especially from Kaeya's side. Everything that went down the night Crepus died, the way he knew how Diluc would react but still went through with coming clean... And how he never blamed Diluc for it and cared for his Vision after he left Mondstadt, returning it safe to him when he came back... He cares! He cares!! I also love how well they know each other despite everything, and I love the thought of them possibly eventually making up. They have a whole arc and we're only in the middle of it, Hoyo keeps us so well-fed.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? The whole "brothers vs sworn brothers" debate is pointless, both are true in the first place considering they are sworn brothers but were also raised together with Kaeya being adopted by Crepus, so pick whichever you like best and leave it at that. It really doesn't matter, just enjoy yourselves.

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

✨️1K Followers Celebration Day 7: Stray Kids bias wrecker - Jisung✨️

The Heat

AN: We have reached the end of my milestone celebration! Thank you to all of you, new and old, for your support. You have no idea how much it all means to me <3 Time to end this celebration off with my other other arch nemesis lol.

Synopsis: When your roommate brings home a bag of strange cookies, you two don't think much of it. Assuming whoever sold them to him was lying about them containing an aphrodisiac. You both quickly come to realise that you were very, very incorrect.

Heads up: Han Jisung x Fem! Reader, Roommates AU, dub-con elements (because Reader and Jisung are under the influence of an aphrodisiac, but they do genuinely want each other), mentions of masturbation, dirty talk, nipple play (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex, Reader cries a little, Jisung cums pretty quickly, mentions of multiple orgasms, unrealistic sex (Jisung cums more than once and remains hard), hypersensitivity, some usage of a petname for Reader and a barely there praise kink (f. receiving).

Word count: 3658

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

"You'll never guess what I found!" Your roommate yells, all but slamming the front door open in his excitement.

"Hello to you too, Jisung," you respond dryly but, your curiosity is piqued. Angling yourself to get a better view of the brown paper bag in his grasp from your position on the couch.

"Sorry, hi. I'm just really hyped," he responds sheepishly, plopping down beside you, "but look!"

You're not sure what you were expecting, but a bag filled with cookies certainly wasn't it. "Uh, they look good?" You offer, not really understanding what makes these cookies in particular so special. The little pink hearts on them are very cute, you'll give them that much.

"No, no listen. These aren't just any old cookies. Minho and I stumbled across this kind of weird looking bakery, and the lady who runs it said these cookies are mixed with some really potent aphrodisiacs,"

Yeah, this is not how you anticipated your Saturday to unfold at all.

"So... you bought them from an apparently really shady bakery and just trusted what that lady said?"

Your words take a few seconds to register in his mind. Big eyes blinking at you owlishly. If he hadn't just admitted to something so stupid, you'd reach over to squish his cheeks because of how endearing he looks right now.

"Well, when you put it like that..."

It takes a great deal of effort on your part not to drag your hand down your face.

"Minho should really stop enabling all of your impulsive purchases and ideas,"

"To be fair, he was the one who dragged me into the bakery. I just happened to stumble across these," he says, motioning to the bag now staring at the two of you on your coffee table.

"My point still stands. Why did you buy so many anyway? Why not just get a few if you just wanted to test them out?"

"They were running a special," he mutters.

"I didn't realise you were this naive. I have some magic beans to sell you if you're interested," you tease, grinning as the tips of his ears redden.

"Ha ha ha. Very funny. They weren't that pricey anyway so, luckily I didn't spend much," he reaches for the bag, fishing out a cookie.

"Woah hey, what're you doing?"

"Eating the cookies I bought? Like you said, I'm sure they're a scam, so I might as well eat them since I spent money on them," he responds with a shrug. Your anxiety building watching him take his first bite.

"Oh, they're pretty good, actually. Want one?" He asks, turning his big brown eyes onto you. Now, how are you supposed to say no when he looks at you with those eyes?

"If these are poisoned or something, I swear I'm going to haunt you," you respond, and your roommate takes that as a green light.

"We'll both be ghosts then. I don't think ghosts can haunt each other," he says with a laugh, the brushes of his fingers against yours feeling like electricity as he hands you a cookie.

You choose to essentially shove the cookie in your mouth to avoid dealing with that particular can of worms. Jisung was right. They are delicious. Flavours of strawberry with faint hints of chocolate caressing your taste buds. Maybe they were worth turning into a ghost for if the worst comes to pass, you think.

"See? They're good, right?"

"Yeah, I can't even lie. That's one of the best cookies I've ever had. If we survive this, you should show this oddball bakery to me,"

"Oh," and you immediately regret admitting to him that you actually liked it, "how the tables have turned. What was that you were saying earlier about reckless purchases?"

Rolling your eyes, you stand up in order to get ready for bed. Jisung's smugness more than enough motivation to finally get your ass off the couch.

"Goodnight Jisung," you say, waving him off.

"Goodnight," you don't even need to turn around to see the smirk stretched across his face. You can hear it clear as day.

Everything feels like it's on fire when you wake up the following morning.

You're absolutely drenched in sweat and your throat is beyond dry. Perhaps the oddest realisation of all is that you're wet. As in, obscenely so. Your thighs are smeared in it and you're almost certain it's leaked all the way onto your bedsheets.

What the hell?

It takes you some very long minutes to blink your bleary eyes open. Your muddled mind working a mile a minute to try and make sense of all of this. Last night hadn't been that hot so, there should be no reason why you're this sweaty. Plus, from what you can remember at the very least, you hadn't touched yourself before turning in for the night. So why in the world are you this wet? And more than that, why does it hurt so much more than usual?

'What is going on?' Is that question that echoes through your skull as you join the world of the conscious. You're due for a shower and a change of sheets, you think. You feel pretty disgusting at the moment, and a shower might just be what you need to help calm you down. An ice cold one.

On perhaps the strangest morning you've experienced to date, you don't expect to bump into a shirtless Jisung with a towel wrapped around his slim waist.

You've seen your roommate without a shirt more times than you can count at this point. However, it's never made you feel like this before.

The throbbing gets worse. So, so much worse. Warmth flooding your face when you feel yourself gush onto the fresh pair of sleeping shorts you'd just changed into. Jisung is an attractive man. A very, very attractive man. You've had no qualms with admitting that in the most private parts of your mind and on nights when images of him between your thighs are the only thoughts that can push you off of the proverbial edge.

But it's never been like this.

"Morning," he says gruffly. God, that just made it worse. If you weren't too lost in your own spiral, you'd notice his blown out pupils and the glassy quality to his eyes. How they shamelessly rake over your body. How he has to adjust his hold on his towel so you don't notice how hard he is. How hard he's been for what feels like hours now.

"Morning," you squeak back in response once your higher order functions return to you. Practically slamming the bathroom door in his face and, sagging against it once you're alone.

What is wrong with you?

Taking a shower was minimally successful. At least you're no longer drenched in various body fluids, but you still feel as though there's molten lava coursing through your veins. Everything is just so hot.

Touching yourself while you were in there didn't help either. If anything, it only added fuel to the inferno that seems hell bent on swallowing you whole from the inside out. Maybe you're just in desperate need of a good fuck. It has been longer than you care to admit since you last slept with someone. That Changbin guy was nice and ridiculously attractive. Perhaps you should give him a call.

You're disrupted from your thoughts when you hear a tentative knock at your bedroom door. Jisung. Oh no, you're not sure if you can handle looking at him right now, let alone being in the same room with him. Your mind has been replaying the encounter from this morning over and over again. Even that hadn't helped you cum in a satisfactory way. Which is insane because thinking about him works 11 times out of 10. You must really need to be fucked.

However, you're not a child. You're not going to avoid your roommate and your friend just because you're a little (okay, maybe it's more than a little) more sexually frustrated than usual. You're more mature than that.

"Come in," you say, cringing at the hoarseness in your voice.

To your relief (and mild disappointment), Jisung has a shirt on. Though, the way the tank top leaves his broad shoulders and biceps completely uncovered isn't helping the to soothe the squirming of your insides.

Jisung looks exactly how you feel: like a total wreck. His hair is in dissary and sticking to his damp forehead and his cheeks are flushed with an appealing dust of pink. You wonder if this is what he'd look like underneath you.

"What's up?" You croak, looking at your bedroom door as though it's the most interesting object you've ever seen. He may have a shirt on, but you're not sure you can handle looking at him for too long right now. For both of your sakes.

"Does it feel hot as fuck for you today too? I don't know what's been going on, but I already took two showers today, and I still feel like I might pass out from heat stroke," he says, making himself comfortable on your bed. While not out of the oddinary, having him so close to you is sending your barely coherent mind into panic. The desire to straddle his incredibly welcoming looking lap clawing at your insides.

"Yeah, it does feel a lot hotter than usual today. Maybe there's a ventilation issue or something in our place? Because I checked the weather and it the temperature for the day is on the cooler side, funnily enough," you respond, wiping some excess sweat off of your forehead. So, you're not the only one who seems to feel...off, weird even today. Whatever is happening appears to be affecting Jisung too.

"Really? That's so weird. I thought maybe there was a heat wave or something. I don't know how much more of this I can take," he sighs, throwing himself down. The bottom of his tank top exposing a sliver of his toned abdomen. Fuck.

Before your mind can assault you with fantasies of covering his abs in your wetness, that's when it hits you. Those damn cookies. They have to be the reason you're like this and that you suspect Jisung is experiencing something very similar.

"Jisung, I think I know why we're feeling so hot right now," you rush out, fingers absentmindedly toying with your blanket.

"Really? Well, I'm all ears," he responds, turning to give you all of his attention.

Fuck, how did you not realise it sooner? Jisung's eyes are almost black with how dilated his pupils are. Desire flashing like a neon sign on his face.

You really can't afford to soak through another pair of shorts right now. Focus.

"I think the cookies - I think the cookies weren't a scam," you mutter, hugging your legs to your chest. Your face is so warm that you're surprised the heat from it isn't radiating off of you.

He just keeps looking at you. You know the moment your words sink in because his face quickly shifts from a pretty, pink flush to an almost scarlet red. His mouth opening and closing as he grapples with what to even say to you.

"What? What makes you think that?" It's his turn to squeak and avoid your gaze. Seemingly fascinated with your ceiling.

"What else could it be? We both had them yesterday, and now we're sweating buckets and -" You cut yourself off. Jisung doesn't need to know you've been wet all day. You should probably keep that part to yourself.

However, the universe is determined to make you suffer, "And what?" He asks, meeting your eyes briefly before turning away. His teeth toying with his bottom lip.

"It-It's fine. Don't worry about it, but, um just trust me. I really think those cookies are the reason we're like this," You stutter out, studiously ignoring the lecherous thoughts creeping back into your mind.

Jisung doesn't say anything at first. Just laying there before sitting up once more, his hand ruffling his hair, "I wasn't kidding when I said I don't know much of this I can take. I feel like I'm losing my mind."

That you can relate to. Intimately.

"The solution is pretty obvious," you joke in an attempt to lighten the thick tension in the air. It almost makes it difficult to even breathe properly.

Your words have the opposite effect, however. Startled, fiery brown eyes meeting your own. Jisung looks like he's seriously considering it, and you're not sure whether your stomach knots itself in hope or anxiety.

"Jisung, I was-"

"Do you want to?"

Now it's your turn to stare at him in stunned silence. Probably looking like an absolute buffoon gaping at him. Is he joking? Is this his way of getting back at you?

"Wha-What?" Comes your brilliant response.

"Do you want to?" He repeats, both looking and sounding deathly serious.

"You don't have to do this, you know. If you don't want to. We can j-"

"I want to," he interrupts again, his cheeks darkening, but he doesn't falter in his words.

Your very hot, very kind, very funny roommate is offering himself on a silver platter. Even if you weren't so wet you could die, you'd be an idiot to say no.

"Okay," you whisper, meeting his eyes head on. Your heart thundering against your chest as you watch him shift closer to you. Barely any space left between the two of you. You're not sure who moves first, and it ultimately doesn't matter because after months of fantasising about it, Jisung's mouth is finally on yours.

Maybe it's the cookies, but your first kiss isn't gentle or slow or sweet. It's fierce and messy and desperate from the very beginning. Your hands not sure where they want to settle themselves. Alternating between pulling on his hair, pulling the most delicious whimpers from him or steadying yourself on his muscular shoulders while you two fall deeper into each other.

The gasp that leaves your mouth when Jisung nestles himself between your thighs is loud and throaty. He's hard. So hard and so hot that you can feel the heat radiating from him even through your respective clothing. Jisung wastes no time in covering your throat and jaw in sloppy, uncoordinated kisses while he shallowly grinds his erection against you. Greedily searching for any semblance of relief he can possibly find.

"Ji-Jisung," you moan, arching into his touch when one of his hands gives your breast an experimental squeeze. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he groans against your neck between licks and nips, thumbing at your already hard nipple through your shirt.

"Re-Really?" You manage to ask through the fog. "Really," he responds, impatiently shoving your shirt up and taking one of your nipples into his mouth. To say you were unprepared for the sensation of being enveloped in his wet, warm mouth would be putting it lightly. You're so much more sensitive than usual. It might be the cookies, or it might just be Jisung. Probably a dangerous mixture of the two.

You've never cum just from having your breasts played with but, there's a first time for everything if the increasing wetness staining your shorts and inner thighs is any indication. Jisung, for his part, is content to spend hours with your tits in his face and in his mouth. Licking, sucking and fondling to his heart's content while he desperately humps your thigh. The dream, really.

He's about to whine when you tug him off of you, but he's shut up by your tongue being shoved down his throat. Your hands frantically pushing his tank top up and off of him until his bare torso is free for you to explore. Smiling into him when he whimpers at the way your nails rake across his skin. A pitchy 'fuck' greeting your ears when you accidentally brush one of his nipples. Oh. Interesting.

Kissing and touching him is a double-edged sword. On the one hand, Jisung is fantastic with his mouth, and his firm chest is incredibly fun to explore. Figuring out which places garner you groans or whimpers or whines. Which ones make him grind into harder. Which leads to the other hand. You're so soaked and painfully empty, and kissing him isn't helping to soothe any of those flames.

"Jisung," you mutter against his mouth, your hands ghosting over the waistband of his sweats. Delighting in the way he shudders above you and his abdominal muscles jump under your barely there touches.

"Ye-Yeah?"

"I want you to fuck me, please," you whine into his ear, lightly biting down on his lobe, "it hurts."

Jisung exhales a very long sigh against your throat, "You're going to kill me."

A breathless laugh bubbles out of you when he pulls away to shove his sweats down. Any trace of humour vanishes quickly when his cock smacks against his toned stomach. He's so hard that it looks painful, flushed an angry shade of red, and glistening with pre-cum. You can't help but stare. Your walls clamping down harshly around nothing.

"I thought you wanted to get fucked?" He asks with an arrogant grin on his stupidly handsome face.

"Shut up," you respond, lifting your hips and letting your shorts join the heap of clothing on your bedroom floor. It's your turn to feel a little smug when Jisung's eyes zero in on your pussy. You don't think you've ever been this wet in your entire life, and you're too far gone to have any semblance of self-consciousness or embarrassment.

Jisung returns to his position between your thighs before you can fire out any quips, his cock nudging your entrance causing your head to spin and a soft moan to slip from you. "Stop teasing," you whine, wrapping your legs around his waist and clinging to his broad back.

"So-Sorry," is all the warning you receive before he very gradually starts sinking into you. god, it's never felt like this. Ever. With anyone else. Tears accumulate in your eyes, and a few roll down your face with every inch he pushes into you.

"Are you okay?" He asks lowly, kissing your cheek repeatedly and halting his movements.

"Yeah. Yes, Ji, I'm fine. Please don't stop," you practically moan, clawing into his back when he mumbles a curse and continues.

You can barely think, let alone breathe when he's fully sheathed inside of you. His cock pulsing inside of you violently and Jisung quivering above you, hushed moans of your name and whimpers being pressed into your shoulder. A whine hitting your ears when you squirm a little and tighten your hold around his waist.

"Wait, fuck. Wait, don't move," he moans, his hands grounding himself with his hold on your pillowy thighs. You struggle to comprehend his words. Everything is so muddled and overwhelming, and he just feels so fucking good, and he hasn't even moved yet.

At first, you assume Jisung's increase in sounds of pleasure and throbbing inside of you is just because he's as overwhelmed as you are. Every single nerve feeling like it's engulfed in flames. However, when his strained apologies register, you realise he came. Hot spurts of his cum flooding your eager pussy and open-mouthed kisses being pressed into your shoulder between apologies.

"Ji-Jisung,"

"I'm fuck I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to. It just happened. Fuck you must think I'm so pathetic-"

"Jisung, stop. It-It's okay. That was really hot actually," you mutter, and you mean it. If anything, you're flattered that you managed to make him cum so fast.

"What? Really?" He asks, blinking down at him. His pretty eyes beyond fucked out and sweat dotting his face. God, he's so pretty. Your pussy clenching involuntarily.

"Yea- Wait, are you still hard?" You ask, only realising now that he's still nestled deeply inside of you despite the cum that's gradually starting to dribble out of you.

He looks as shocked as you. Seemingly not realising that his own cock hadn't softened in the slightest. "Holy shit," he breathes, thrusting into you experimentally, drawing a whimper and your nails biting into his back in reaction.

"Remind me to go back to that bakery," he utters into your throat. Giving you little time to adjust before picking up his pace considerably. Between your wetness and his cum, he fucks into you easily. Your combined noises of pleasure echoing throughout your bedroom while you two lose yourselves in one another.

You've been teetering on the edge for what feels like ages. All it takes is for Jisung to find your sweet spot for your eyes to roll into the back of your head and your back to arch into him. Your lovely, lovely roommate fucking you through it all and exploiting your newly discovered weakness.

"That's it, baby," he groans into your ear, his hands holding you firmly in place and making you take each and every thrust he gives you, "You're taking me so well. You're doing so good."

Those words are going to be replaying in your mind for the rest of your life.

Your mind is utterly blank as the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced wreaks your body. Your thighs shaking violently, and your hands holding onto Jisung for dear life while you tighten around him. Fuck. Fuck. You're so full, and it's so much, but not enough at the same time.

"More, please. Jisung, please. I want more," you cry out, not caring in the slightest about the pathetic, desperate edge to your voice. All you're capable of thinking about is cumming on his cock over and over again and, him filling you with his cum until it's still leaking out of you days later.

"I've got you, baby," he whispers, the pet name he's grown a fondness for causing butterflies to arise in your stomach.

"We're far from being finished."

[sgiandubh]

Show must go on...

... and rather very much in your face, mind you.

Scottish Xena posted two stories at about 7 AM, counting calories, and, in the process, making sure to address roughly any objections that were ventilated on this side of the fandom, including this very page. See for yourself...

What are the odds she'd be talking about nutrition? Right. I am not an idiot. I know when something is way Over The Top - less is more, Xena. Less is always more: there was no need to overdo it like that, placemat and all, if you wanted to remain credible. You read us and you have been instructed to do so, just to perfectly stick to your walking, talking and very profitable Local Innuendo script.

Fair enough. And then, you also tell us that you will be at Hyrox today around noon, to film some ESN promo: your bread and butter, of course. S is just for shits, giggles and that Instagram yield:

So, there's that. *urv connecting dots like crazy, without having the slightest clue of what was discussed at that table. Her own brand of cheap fanfic for the masses, for the other five clowns commenting, out of which three at least are her own sock accounts.

Cue in the Useful Idiot. The Brazilian Tourist and Fan. Uma senhorita tão desagradável, who changed her story in between her first reaction reel and the debrief, back at her suburban Airbnb or where the fuck that was filmed.

First reaction reels:

'Just saw SH.' Not alone, oh no: 'com uma moça'. With a girl. So yeah, she had qualms asking for a pic.

First lie and dramatization. She posts a message for S where she explains she did not dare approach him, but she saw him alright. The one in Portuguese is completely different, though: 'I am going to post the video without sound, because I could only say "what a shame", while I was filming him on the sly. LOL.' I guess she thinks we are all idiots, or something. Also, in her reel, she confirms: 'ele estava almoçando com outra pessoa'/he was having lunch with another person. So far, so good, right?

Six hours later, a second debrief batch of reels, taking her reader's questions. The narrative changes, with a strong bias:

'Yes, he is super accessible and educated! I did not freak out, I just politely asked to take a pic (what I do consider the right way to approach famous people, at the end they are still human beings).'

For the people in the back: she is a lady. And a liar. The worst kind of liar, actually: a narcissistic one. Let's see what else she takes great pains telling us: 'ele tem um fandom bem tóxico'/he has a very toxic fandom. From now on, we just know what to expect, right?

Second answer, she explains he is very tall. He went inside to pay the bill and then he also went towards the bathroom (wtf?), she followed him inside, she asked for the menu, he finally went out and she approached him ('abordei' - 🙄) between the door and her table. Classy.

Cue in to a third answer (and second lie) to a very odd question: 'what did he smell like?' or something along those lines. For this one, I had to ask confirmation from Shipper Mom, who told me two things (she knew next to nothing about the whole episode- no bias): ' it's damn hard to understand what the hell she is talking about, she is eating half of her words. Plus you can tell she is lying.'

He doesn't smell, she tells us. But hey, she also freaked out a bit, finally (I thought she hadn't?!) and then well, 'ele estava com outra pessoa, uma moça, deve ser a namorada dele'/ he was with another person, a girl, probably his girlfriend'. But then he went inside (again? wasn't he coming out of the venue?), 'and the girl stayed at the table'. Things go murky afterwards, like they absolutely always do: she tells us she spoke to her (?), but would not say anything more, yet making sure to tell us she 'saw both of them'.

If anyone has a better version than mine, please step forward: we listened three times in a row, with Shipper Mom, a teacher of Portuguese and published literary translator. She was appalled by this young woman's carelessness and mendacity.

The Brazilian Tourist Fan is 23 years old (and it shows), she presents herself as a journalist and writer:

Seriously? What are the odds?

And finally, to wrap it up, the classical cheering moment, at yesterday's Hyrox: ' yeah, Sarah, nice!'

Nice, indeed.

FFS. Will it ever end?

Yes, it will. Anything ends: even Stalin's terror.

[kpop-yes]

Ryujin x male reader: Fan Favorite

Ryujin POV

It's been a few months since a group i've been in, Itzy, Debuted.

And I'd be lying if I said it wasn't stressful, because it was very stressful.

We had a strict schedule and had to practice on a daily basis with barely any energy.

And one way people like to get rod of stress, is sex.

But it's hard being an idol and trying to have sex.

It either ends up being a creep or some lowlife cheating behind my back.

Speaking of my idol life, that reminds me that I have a fam meetup in a few hours.

I haven't really been interested in having sex with any of my fans, except for one.

He's always at every concert or fan meetup, and he's always at the front row, having a t-shirt or sign of me on it.

With all the times we've interacted, He's single and most definitely handsome~

Anyways I might take him to a hotel, to talk, and maybe a little more than that... Okay maybe sex.

-Timeskip-

After entering our venue and meeting with security and staff, It was time for my plan to take action.

I've made a little note with my hotel address and room number, Then if he does show up, I'll get to know him a bit, then if does seem to be a good guy, then this night could take lust turn.

Y/n POV

Another day, another Itzy fan show.

I decided to buy a little plushie to give to Ryujin, I hope she likes it.

Anyways, I better get going, the venue isn't far but I wanna get to my seat first before the venue gets crowded.

Ever since Itzy debuted, I've been in love with Ryujin, and she's been my bias ever since 2019 when they debuted.

- TimeSkip -

I arrived at the venue and sat down in my seat, noticing only that a couple people were here and they were taking pictures.

I looked up at the stage to see people setting up tables and chairs and getting everything set up.

That's when everyone rushed in and started taking their seats.

After a few minutes, Itzy walked and everyone started cheering, including me.

They were bowing and as soon as they were taking seats, I swear I saw her wink at me.

- Ryujin POV -

We all walked up to the front of the stage, bowed, and introduced ourselves to the fans, add as were walking to our seats, I spotted him, and I winked at him.

I felt so proud of myself for making the first move, hopefully he noticed.

Anyways, we sat down at our seats and explained how gifts and pictures worked, and after explaining some more rules, our fans started lining one by one for a signature and picture.

I looked to see where he was and saw that he was one of the first in line.

I got more nervous the more he moved closer, but why, if anything he should be the nervous one.

After taking a couple pictures and signing, It was his turn, what was his name again? was it y/n? might as well give it a shot.

He walked up to me and handed a little plushie,

"I hope you like it", he says.

"Like it? I love it! Thanks um... Y/n right?"

"Yes, you remembered my name!"

"How could I forget one of my biggest fans names! Anyways, Do you want a picture or an autograph?"

"Just a picture please!"

He handed me his phone and I took a photo of us, he looked very cute, but now it was time to give him the note.

- Y/n POV -

After taking a photo with Ryujin, I turned around and was about to walk off stage when I felt something in my hand.

I turned around to see Ryujin handing me a note,

The note said

-Meet me at (Random hotel address and room number) At 12:00 -

Is this really happening, has THE Ryujin invited me to her hotel room?!

I looked at her to see if this was some sort of joke but after looking deep in her sincere eyes, I don't think she's joking.

I nervously walked off the stage and back in my seat.

- Timeskip -

The rest of the fan meet was very awkward for me so much. I felt very awkward just looking at ryujin and couldn't focus on the fan meet and worried more about what she wanted from me.

Did she want to give me something? Was she going to do something to me? did she give me the correct hotel number?

So many thoughts and dirty thoughts running through my head the whole time.

I left instantly

when the fan meet ended and didn't look back.

I drove home, showered, and got ready to hopefully meet Ryujin at the hotel.

- Timeskip -

I left my house and got in my car, nervously I drove to the hotel address.

Never had I thought that I'd be driving to meet Ryujin at a hotel in private, One could only dream about this happening, but not me.

I arrived at the hotel, and it wasn't that big, Not I even I would suspect that an Idol was staying here.

I got out of my car and walked into the hotel, I asked the person at the desk where the room number Ryujin told me was at.

They gave me instructions and I was now taking an elevator to the room where Ryujin is supposedly at.

I got off the elevator and I found the room.

I nervously walked up to the door and knocked.

*Knock* *Knock*

Nothing, I guess she really did give me a random room number-

*click*

The door got unlocked, the door slowly opened and,

There she was, Ryujin, In front of me.

"Hey, you came! Come inside", she said.

"O-Okay".

I walked inside the room to see a bed, bathroom, and tv.

Nothing expensive just a normal room.

I sat down on the bed and Ryujin Closed the door and sat next to me.

"So, Why did you want me to meet you here?" I asked.

"Oh because I wanted to ask you some questions!"

And for the next 20 minutes Ryujin asked me questions like what I do on my free time and My hobbies.

Nothing seemed unusual until the final question.

"Anyways, I have one final question", she said while moving closer to me.

"Un sure, ask away".

She got closer to me until her face was right in front of me. She got closer to my ear and whispered,

"Are you a virgin Y/n?"

What, How am I supposed to answer that question?!?

If I say no she'll expect me to be experienced?  But if i say yes I'll probably look like a loser to her?

What do I say?!?

"Um, Y-Yeah Im a V-Virgin" I said nervously

"Perfect~ Take off your pants"

I did as she said and started unbuckling my pants.

But I guess I was taking too long because she got on her knees and started taking off my pants.

After struggling to unzip my pants, she roughly pulled them down and admired my member bulging through my boxers, then taking them off.

One thing I won't ever forget is the second when my member slapped a crossed face and her face admiring my member.

After admiring my member for a minute, she wraps her hands around my member and starts to stroke it.

I couldn’t stop myself from moaning.

The sensation was already amazing but knowing that Ryujin was stroking my dick the sensation was even better.

Going from stroking, Ryujin Puckered her lips as she slowly started to give me a blowjob.

Her tongue twisting in the inside of her mouth while moving her head back and forward was something that you could only imagine.

My head felt lightheaded snd I felt like I was about to blow my load.

I guess Ryujin could sense my load as she suddenly stopped what she was doing and stood up.

She looked me in the eyes while slowly stripping right in front of me.

After taking off most of her clothes, all that was left were her bra and her soaked panties.

She fell on the bed back first and seemingly waited for me.

“Come on, you’re taking too long. Woman also need some stress taken care of!” She said frustrated.

I moved on top of her and started moving her panties to the side snd admired her soaked Vagina.

But I guess I took too long because she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in her grasp.

I lined ip my member to her pussy and slowly inserted my dick into her.

Her slow moans gave me more confidence to move more inside of her.

After being fully inside of her, I stroked back and forward slowly, Hearing her moans was a pleasant sound to hear.

My mind started to get foggy as I started to Stroke harder, My head felt dizzy but I kept stroking until I was about to reach my limit,

“Ah, Ryujin, I’m about to cum-“

“Do it, Do it Y/n, Fucking cum inside of me!”

After getting confirmation from Ryujin, I kept pounding until I blew my load inside of her.

I Laid beside her, Admiring her body.

Even tho I blew my load, My member was still rock hard.

Ryujin looked back at me and smirked.

And after what seemed like a looooong night, Ryujin gave me her number and told me,

“Call me if you ever fell stressed again”.

[sandboxscenes]

Unguarded

A/N: I did want to do at least one more fluff piece for him. This was done in conjunction with @xianyoon for their Extreme Bias Game.

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You know better than anyone that your boyfriend is incredibly busy. When you find him asleep on the couch, you want to make sure he's comfortable.

Word Count: 864

Lyney always had a hat on.

While Lyney's top hat was an essential part of his physical image as a magician, metaphorically, he held the hat of leader, fatui member, and big brother. Furthermore, while "Father" was in charge of the House of Hearth, Lyney does take care of it from time to time as well. Sometimes he'll provide something nice for the kids, and other times, he'll do some free magic for them when he has the time. Even for you, Lyney has the hat of boyfriend.

So it is rare to see Lyney without a hat.

But for you, who knows him well, you know that the only time you see it is when he's asleep. Asleep, Lyney has no obligations, stresses, or roles he must play. You see it in the peaceful expression on his face. You also see it in the way his body relaxes in your private space.

But this time, you caught Lyney asleep on the couch, his face covered by his magician's hat, and surrounded by papers. The papers were on the floor, in his hands, and partly underneath him. You picked up the papers and neatly left them on a pile on the coffee table.

While you couldn't quite decipher everything from the papers lying around, you could see Lyney's written remarks on the margins of a paper that depicted a complicated looking machine. You could also make out some songs on one of the corners of the paper along with a small little heart drawn by one of them. You smiled. That was a newer song you and Lyney both liked.

Gently, you took the hat away from his face. You set it on top of the papers you picked up. Under the lamplight, you observed Lyney. You watched his chest rise and fall, and listened to how even his breathing was. A warm feeling settled into your chest.

You knew that Lyney was hard at work the past couple of days trying to finish the preparations for his magic show. For the past two weeks, he was out of the house for almost the whole day, and continued to look over work later than usual at night. While you both did your best to talk to each other about your days, there were days at a time neither of you could talk to each other due to how your schedules lined up.

You didn't tell Lyney about it, but you were worried that due to his busy schedule, he wasn't taking care of himself. When you woke up for work and saw him already gone, you were worried he wasn't getting enough sleep. On the rare occasions you talked, you saw the circles under his eyes getting darker and darker. When you would come home and see him, he would greet you and you noticed that he left his beverages alone for longer - long enough that they were cold.

But now that Lyney was sleeping on the couch, you could see for yourself whether he took care of himself. The dark circles under his eyes were there, but you hoped that would be temporary. He was still in his magician's attire, which meant that he went immediately back to work when he came home. Instinctively, you gently brushed the hair out of his eyes.

You looked at the clock: 7pm. He had fallen asleep early.

You looked at the edge of the couch and saw some blankets. Without disturbing Lyney, you lightly laid the blanket on him as best as you can. You didn't want him to catch a cold. He moved slightly when the blanket was placed on him, which made you worried that he got up, but you didn't need to worry. He fell back asleep soon enough. While you were tempted to leave a light kiss on his cheek, you were worried that he would get up.

After you took Lyney's cold teacup on the coffee table away and washed it, your eyes wandered back to take in Lyney's quiet and peaceful sleeping form for a little bit longer. You noticed there was an childlike innocence to him like this. He was taking on so much, but even with how much was on his plate, he still made time to treat you well. Of course, you knew he could handle the pressure, but still, your heart couldn't help but ache for him.

The only sound that could be heard was Lyney's breathing. As the only one awake at the moment, you made two wishes in your heart. The first wish you made, was that you hoped Lyney's magic show went well. The second wish you made in your heart was that you hoped Lyney would have a restful sleep tonight.

You clicked off the lamp, then quietly shut the door behind you as you left. You knew that you would go and join him in dreamland soon after he did. You covered your mouth as you yawned. After your yawn, there was a small smile on your lips and warmth in your heart that seemed to spread to the rest of your body.

"Good night, Lyney," you whispered, "Sweet dreams."

[christofairy1003]

Write it down// Optional Bias

• Warnings: smut, minors DNI

• Pairing: Fem reader x optional Male

• H/n = His Name

I go back to my room, closing the door behind me with my free hand, my other one is holding a bottle of water.

His gaze locked on my body that's only covered with a short, barely covering, tight black night gown. Lacy, cuz I know he likes it. His grin satisfied, eyes narrowed, revealing his pretty under-eye dimples, he lets out a small teasing chuckle.

"Satisfied, huh?" I put the bottle down on the night stand, looking at his almost naked figure lying on my bed, arms behind his head, legs crossed. I feel his eyes burning me with his hot gaze. As if that's not tempting enough, he rolls his tongue along the wall inside his cheek, deciding to play with my mind and unholy thoughts a little more.

-"Very much, honestly. But you know you could make me way more satisfied..." he's stripping me with his eyes, finishing the sentence as his fingers tug at the hem of my night gown, slowly making their way between my thighs.

"Your friend says hi by the way," | say, trying to ignore his hot actions, his fingers stop right below where my dress ends and he grips my thigh, not too harsh but firm enough. "He looked like he knows what we are doing up here." I continue, swallow hard when the tip of his fingers gently caress my inner thigh again.

-"We don't have to keep quiet then, do we?" He smirks at me, he does that again. Those eye dimples, this stupid beautiful smile of his, his hand on my thigh; as if the last two rounds weren't enough to break me, he's now messing with my emotions too.

I playfully hit his arm, whining his name. -"I'm joking, chill. I'm just saying, if they already know, why keep it low?" His veiny hand trails up my thigh, making me let out an accidental moan. He's used to the sound of it yet can never get tired of hearing it. -"Besides, I know you like a little risk, maybe getting overheard? Or knowing someone's watching... mmm?" He hums as if asking for my answer to approve.

"Oh hell look at you, can't go through a second without getting hard again. Looks like someone here likes risks more than I do..." I take the covers off his body, exposing the oh so delicate sight I haven't seen for the last 10 minutes I was downstairs.

-"if only my friends knew you're wearing damn nothing underneath THIS..." he starts to say but stops mid sentence, seems like the blood is rushing to his head faster and he gets a little furious about the thought of someone else being aware of you wearing nothing under that piece of clothing.

"What's wrong baby? Getting jealous?" I pout jokingly, babying him with my sweeter tone of voice, finally lifting my dress a little, straddling his lap.

"Calm down, they're all a little scared of you, let alone hit on me or ever touch your girl. Besides, I don't think any of them is as horny as you are, mister." I sit comfortably on his thigh, he lets out a little gasp, making me wonder whether it's the nickname or my actions that made him a little more lost in his head.

His hands automatically move up my body, from my thighs up to my hips and to my waist, he holds me there firmly, as if claiming it as his and I giggle. "I like that, write it down in your kinky journal, you dirty nerd." I joke, exposing the fact that I know he writes down the things I like he does, his eyes widen.

-"You little brat, how do you..?" I feel the heat getting worse, everywhere. His ears turning red, he's getting even harder it looks almost painful.

"Calm down, I'm not gonna mock you for it. It's kinda hot tho. Very hot honestly. I like hot nerds, especially when they're so needy and let me ride them." | bite my lip as I come closer to his face, whispering it in his ear and then placing a soft, mouthy kiss on his neck.

-"Such a F- BRAT."

"You love me."

-"Doesn't change the fact you're a brat!"

"You'd get bored if I wasn't."

His lips are centimeters away from mine, we're still in the same position as he lifts me by my hips a little, placing me right on top of him and I sink down smoothly, making both of us gasp loudly and he takes my lips with his for a hungry, delicate kiss.

His hands roaming around my entire already sweaty body, lifting my night gown up and tosses it on the floor. I pull away again for air but he pulls me back for a deeper kiss, moaning into each other's mouths.

"Goodness..." | moan out his name, along with some curse words as he starts to thrust upwards into me, making my body bounce and we both turn into a mess. -"You like that, huh? Like how I make you feel?" The room fills up with skin slapping sounds, moans and heavy pants, groans and curse words.

-"Use your words, you little brat..." his voice coming out in short gasps that I can never get enough of, his hand moving to my back as he cups my cheek and then spanks it once, sending an electric shock through my already sensitive body. "H/n! Please..." my thighs start to tremble as we both work our ways to the finish line.

Here it is again, his annoying satisfied grin when he knows l'm far gone, almost floating on cloud nine along with him.

-"Please what, kitten? Use your words." The urge to drain him completely just for him to shut up and stop teasing and messing with my head is strong but my legs are getting weaker with every movement.

"Please... please H/N I'm so so close H/N... soft screams escaping my lips, head thrown back as he grabs my chin and makes me look at him.

-"Eyes on me when you finish, kitten. Understood?" F HIM.

"So so close please.." I'm so desperate and he's almost satisfied enough from just hearing me being so needy for release. -"Gonna come? So pretty when you're like this... c'mon pretty thing, I got you. let go f'me." His words, his sharper thrusts, his hands playing with my nipples, kneading my breasts.

Uncontrollable strokes are being dragged along his soft skin as my fingers dig into his back, luckily not enough to make him bleed but the pain makes him make even better sounds as he gets closer himself.

-"I got you, I got you, come for me..." he hugs me tighter as we both ride out our highs, he does first as I follow right behind him.

Heavily panting, I collapse on his chest, finally leaving his body that I hold onto so tightly for the last who knows how many minutes?

"Oh my Gosh H/N I'm so sorry!" It finally hits me that I might've wounded his skin a little too harsh and I feel terrible with it.

-"Shut up you nerd, I'm gonna write it down too, it was amazing." He replies, making me confused.

"You can't be serious. Stop acting like a hero I could feel i was hurting you!" I hit his chest, his arm is back resting underneath his head, turning his face to me.

-"I'll let you recover and I'll mark you up next time so we'll get even, yeah?" He caresses my cheek with the back of his other hand.

"Let me recover huh? Think I can't handle another round right now?" I smirk at him, enjoying the way he's all gentle and loving.

-"Look who's trying to be a hero now." He chuckles, you know he's right, you're too worn out for a fourth round, though the thought alone is pretty tempting.

"Okay fine, but at least let me take care of the scratches on your back, let me see them at least. It felt so good yet so bad..." I turn him over, it really isn't that bad, just a few red lines.

-"See? Now can you calm down and let me hold you a little before my friends come up here and knock on our door?" He turns back around, facing me again.

"Only if you mark me later until we're even."

-"Mmm... say please?"

[buckybarnesss]

What's your read on Peter calling Stiles out for lying to himself when he refuses the bite?

It could just be Peter misinterpreting what Stiles meant when he said "I don't want to be like you." (Stiles meaning he doesn't want to be like Peter, not that he doesn't want to be a werewolf). Or did Peter read him completely right and just thinks Stiles is denying his darker nature? A secret third thing?

we won't mention how i'm answering this a month later. 😭

i don't think peter read stiles wrong exactly but he has a bias. stiles is drawn to the power being a werewolf provided but while stiles may have been intrigued by the supernatural and definitely saw the benefits of being a werewolf but he saw the drawbacks too. up close and personal.

scott wasn't the only traumatized by what happened.

stiles had plenty of time to ponder what it meant for laura to be dead, the hales being murdered in their own home for existing, derek's everything and scott going through a change he didn't ask for and being constantly violated by peter.

there's a reason he's spitting angry when argent confronts him. he's had time to make the connections and understand enough.

and peter knows all this. peter's been stalking stiles i think as much as scott in addition to being psychically linked to scott but he finds it tragic stiles rejects the notion wholesale.

yet he respects it. he never brings it up again nor does he even bring it up to derek (at least on screen. i speculate it may have come up during the summer when they were looking for boyd & erica but derek shut it down. hard.).

the show puts forth the idea that scott and stiles are a better version of derek and peter in the subtext multiple times.

peter and stiles see reflections of themselves in the other and they loathe it.

they are truly the spiderman meme.

peter loves to nettle stiles but when the chips are down peter usually helps him despite his nature which we see culminate in radio silence.

peter does care about people he perceives as his and like it or not he eventually comes to see stiles as his. him taking stiles's keys through the portal when he escapes the wild hunt was a huge gesture from peter. that's all but saying i love you.

[karanseraph]

Alien robots can have accents

This might be spoilers for The Life and Times of Skywarp fic, but just going through my process in public, because sometimes this helps me think and organize my thoughts.

Alien robots can have accents, because other planets have regions and culture and also because if we encounter them, they can assimilate our language(s) differently.

Also, Transformers media has pretty much always had this as a thing, because, with one notable exception I can think of, humans recorded their voices.

What a character's accent sounds like can differ, like if one piece of media was recorded in Canada, for example, and another recorded in Japan, let's say, then even if a character has a regional accent in both, that character doesn't necessarily have the same type of regional accent.

some non-audio media also calls out quirky speech patterns and accents in the written dialogue.

OK, that's all understood stuff we all know.

Now, I'm trying to think what accents and mannerisms Thrust and Ramjet have when we meet them through Skywarp's POV in a fic.

So, I the writer (and I've noted this bias in the various notes attached to the fic) am writing in English, because that's my language. And mostly it's North American/US/Eastern/Mid-Atlantic because that's my region. But, here and there there may be deviations or variations. The characters aren't actually speaking English on Cybertron, I'm just writing the story in my language.

The POV character is Skywarp, who, like many people, does not perceive his own accent unless someone else calls it out. So, descriptions of the other Cybertronian characters having any dialect or accent difference get filtered through the character's perception.

Skywarp, the character, in this fic, is based in Vos which is in the south and east of Cybertron. He doesn't always know what region a dialect is associated with when he first hears it. He just notices it's different or more difficult to parse.

So like, when I'm writing, I would not say "Nyonienne" is French." It's not. It's really not. It's an alien dialect/accent of whatever Cybertronian languages is spoken in that era. But, I might write that when Skywarp met Eriel and she gave her designation the way she pronounced certain airy phonemes was different enough that he wasn't sure how to spell her name. It might have been Oryal or Ariel or Auriel.

Skywarp knows Mirage, Tracks, Red Alert, Thundercracker, Flatline, and Daytrader are all from and/or based in Iacon, but he also knows they don't all sound the same and supposes this is because Iacon has 'street' and 'spire' differences as well as being a big region with suburbs.

OK, so back to Ramjet and Thrust. Skywarp has never met them in person. He knows of them. He knows they are based out of Unitrex which is generally in the north and has a cliffy Rust Sea coast and is known as City of the Stars. When there was a big Seeker meeting, Ramjet sent Red Wing and Laserbeak as emissaries, but Laserbeak is an older bot with his own fawning skeksis-like mannerisms and Red Wing was a new recruit to their team, possibly assimilating language elsewhere.

I think this version of Ramjet is like if a locally-famous rock star from a metal band (they might be The Heralds or just Heralds?) that sings songs about chaos, destruction, and sometimes romance received some regional knighthood-like honor due to his emotive spark-felt singing and took it way too seriously and acts like he's some kind of Seeker-Rock-Paladin, but it's hard to tell because whenever he's not singing his manner is over-the-top facetious and sarcastic to the point of deadpan lying about everything. But the bots on his team legitimately think he's great and consider him their leader, because he totally signed up for that! Also, he crashes through things a lot.

The Sir Rock Star thing seems British coded, even if organics are more likely to seem him as their mechanical steed than a shining white knight. Does another region have this intersection of musician and public treasure, like if one is an idol singer or such? Ramjet could also be that.

But Thrust is...loud and boasts about how great their team is, but acts mainly as Ramjet's conspiratorial spiritual advisor going on and on about the stars and alignments and the symbolic meaning of colors in other bots' decos and what elemental energies he promises he can sense in others.

Some Thrusts are vaguely Western-like? But is Thrust also Brit-coded but like old British occultist flavor? And he goes about saying every bot is a star and do what thou wilt and talking about magic?

But they aren't really British at all. They're alien robots throwing brutal warehouse raves in Unitrex as a cover to spy on the Titan-building project nearby.

[captainhunnicutt]

8, 14, 17, 18 for BJ please 🙏 ♥️

Oh gosh. I just looked at the questions and... I hope I don't fuck this up. Thanks for asking, lovely.

8.) What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

I genuinely don't understand a few things the fandom does when it comes to BJ, and it may just be because I am still relatively new to the idea of "fandom" in general. I'm all for having fun and enjoying the "thing" however one sees fit, so I'm actively not trying to shit on anything here. I just truly don't understand the "Trapper Complex" or the takes on how "big of a liar," BJ is.

I understand that I am bias. I'm a Beejgirl. Always have been and always will be, but I also am capable of admitting he's got his own share of faults. I, personally, don't think lying is one of them. I think it's exaggerated, maybe for funnies? Again, I don't understand it.

I can maybe, sort of, attempt to understand the "Trapper Complex," but I think that's been blown out of proportion as well. I think what people really are seeing is BJ struggling to cope with the idea that he isn't unique in the situation. He's a draftee. He's a guy in green clothes and a guy in white clothes. He was brought over to do a job. He's friends with Hawkeye. He sleeps in the Swamp. He's stuck in Korea until told otherwise. All of the things that Trapper did already. The only difference is Trapper went home, and as a result BJ came. It's jealousy in the sense that "him and I are truly no different except he is where I want to be," and that's a hard pill to swallow.

That probably doesn't make sense. ANYWAY!

14.) Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

I don't know. Whatever the first two guys are wearing. He probably has that sort of coat but he would cinch the waist more, right?

17.) What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?

It's not even really a ship but Aggie and BJ. I am forever bitter we didn't actually see that happen. If we mean like characters that aren't one offs... maybe BJ and his hand. Let him have some sort of release.

18.) How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

I am SO glad this question got asked, because it allows me to briefly touch on a relationship that I never talk about. Potter and BJ.

I've always felt like Potter and BJ have this weird unspoken bond. Have you ever started a job on the same day as someone else, and you two just always have that connection? Potter and BJ came in to a situation where everything had been flipped upside down. They had to find their footing while navigating the complexity of having lost two loved members of the 4077.

Potter is the one who calmed BJ down in the OR when BJ started panicking. It was like he instinctively took this kid under his wing, but in a way that wasn't placating or demeaning. His authority came from a place of caring and concern and that made all the difference in the world.

There's only a handful of times throughout the series, where Potter calls BJ "BJ." He almost always calls him "Hunnicutt." The exact opposite of Hawkeye (though, somewhere in early/mid-season 4 it switches from "BJ" to "Beej," and then whenever Hawkeye calls him "BJ" it feels weird, but I digress.) And when he uses Beej's name, it's always laced with concern. It feels like a father trying to get a son to open up and talk to him, and BJ never does. "Bombshells," is one of the more notable times this happens, and the look on Potter's face is really telling.

I think Potter had love for all of the maniacs that we know and love, and I won't sit here and say he loved one more than another. He had very special relationships with all of them - but there's something with BJ that is both intriguing and painful, and it constantly makes me want more.

[moon-alight]

Hi!! Could I request of how Jo from &team reacts and handle the situation of his s/o having a nightmare?

Hello! Jo is my second bias so of course I could. Hope you like it. :)

Nightmares - &team Jo

Synopsis: Reader has a nightmare when she stays over at the dorms and Jo comforts her.

Warnings: afab reader, fluff

Word Count: 682

Masterlist

It wasn't your first time staying over at the dorms but it was your first night being here. You initially hadn't had any doubts so when you woke up suddenly your heart almost beating out of your chest and your body shaking, you were mortified.

You didn't want to wake up your boyfriend, he doesn't get much sleep as it is so why would you ever wake him? But the dark room and walls that are closing you in made it hard to breathe.

This hasn't happened before, at least you believe so. You close your eyes, trying to calm down but it only made you more scared. You have tears bottling up in your eyes and you try your hardest to stay quiet. Not only don't you want to wake up Jo, you also don't want to wake up his two roommates Yuma and EJ.

Your sniffling has caught the attention of Jo who had just woken up. He frowns, thinking he's dreaming until he remembers you being next to him. He quickly sits up, looking through the dark to see you.

"y/n?" His voice is barely above a whisper, if the rest of the room wasn't as quiet as it is now, you wouldn't have heard it. "What's wrong?" He turns on a small light which is not enough to light up the entire room but just enough to see each other.

"N-nightmare." You whisper back, suddenly feeling stupid. At this point you should be old enough not to be scared of simple nightmares anymore. Jo wraps his arms around you in a tight hug, you rest your head against his chest, calming a little by the sound of his heartbeat.

"Do you need anything? I can go grab it."

"Please don't go." Yep, you're sure it must sound pathetic but Jo has never judged you before so he probably wouldn't now either.

"Don't worry, princess, I'm not going anywhere." He gently strokes your hair. You would be lying if you said it didn't bring you absolute comfort. "Want to talk about it?"

"I was alone and... there was this fire alarm that went off. I couldn't escape the flames and..." You cut yourself off. Jo knows how terrified of fire you are, everyone is at least a little scared of it, so he knows what you're going through. "I'm sorry for waking you up."

"What? No, no, no. I want you to wake me up when you have a hard time. It's what I'm here for."

"But you already don't sleep enough and you're always working so hard. I don't want to make it worse."

"I get nightmares sometimes too, you're not wrong for asking for comfort." He admits.

"What are your nightmares about?"

"Losing you." Two words. Two very simple words yet it made such a difference. You grab onto the fabric of his shirt and press yourself closer against him just to hear him chuckle lowly. "Sometimes you break up with me and sometimes I do something to scare you away but the nightmare always ends with me without you."

"You're gonna have to do a whole lot of weird stuff to scare me away, Jo. You're not getting rid of me so easily." He smiles and presses a kiss on the top of your head. "It's more likely for my nightmare to come true then yours." You mumble.

"Just know I'd run right into that burning building to get to you." Jo tells you, you smile. Suddenly you hear someone groan.

"We get it! You're lovesick fools! Go to sleep!"

"Yuma! Let them have their moment!" EJ replies, throwing a pillow to the younger boy.

"No! I'm not going to listen to another word of that!" Yuma states loudly.

"Jealous much?" You ask, looking over.

"Yes! That must be it!" Yuma exaggerates sarcastically. "I'm jealous because I don't have someone to talk to in the middle of the Goddamn night! Go. To. Sleep!" Jo and you look at each other with goofy smiles on your faces. "And turn the damn light off!"

"Shut up, Yuma!"

[proudahgase-exol]

I know your love's not real.

Optional bias x reader

Summary: You're in love with your best friend, who claims that he loves you too, but the truth is, that's not the way he feels.

Ps. I was leasing to 1D's Fool's Good and I got an idea, so this is what I come up with. Sorry if it's bad.

Update: I fix the mistakes I had made hopefully it’s better :)

When I started dating, it was like a dream come true. He was so sweet and caring; he made me happy, but the thing is, it wasn't the same for him. He pretends to be in love with me, and although that should have hurt me, it didn't. What actually hurt me was him lying to me for a whole year, pretending he loved me, and playing along. He hurt my feelings; he lied to my face for so long, and he expected me to forgive him. And the second thing that got me even pissed was that I found it from one of his friends. Was I a joke to him? So when I confronted him, I knew how this would end.

I had gotten home from work, and I was more than ready to talk to __. It was now or never that I needed to get this over, as much as it hurt me. So when I got home, I didn't waste time and talked to him.

"Hey, we need to talk," I said as soon as I walked through the door.

"Hey, babe, what's up?" he asked, sitting straight on the couch.

"Care to explain what your friend means by you not actually liking me?" told him without any emotions.

"Baby, what are you talking about?" he asks, getting up and trying to reach for my hand.

"Cut the bullshit. I know you don't fucking love me. I know you only date me because you couldn't reject me, so please do us a favor and tell me what your friend said was true," I told him as I shoved his hands away from me.

"Okay, fine, it's true. I just couldn't reject you, and I thought that if I said yes, I could eventually fall in love with you," he said with a low tone.

"Now I fucking understand the many times I told you I loved you and the times I talk about marriage with you, I know there's a fucking reason why you change the fucking topic." I said I was walking back and forth.

"I'm truly sorry, but I do love you deep down. I love you more than anything," he said, trying to touch me.

"Oh, fuck off. I know your love is not real; that's not the way you feel, so cut the bullshit," I said angrily.

"Please give me a change. I'll prove to you that I can love you. Give me a chance to show that I'm capable of falling in love with you," he replied with tears in his eyes.

"Oh, I think it's too late for that. If you didn't feel anything for me in the past year, what makes you think you will love me now? So get the fuck out of my place and out of my life. I don't ever want to see you again after you played with me, and on top of that, you have the audacity to ask to give you a second chance. You don't love me; you will never love me. That's clear as day. I know you're just feeling pity for me, but I don't need your pathetic excuses. Now get the fuck out of here." I replied frustrated

"Come on, we've been best friends since forever. I made a mistake by lying to you. Don't cut me off," he begged.

“A mistake that caused you a lot of mistakes and made me realize the kind of person you are a mistake that's caused a heartbreak a mistake that now will make me question people's feelings towards me. Now get the fuck out. Don't waste more of my time than you already have." I said, raising my voice.

After I told him all I needed to tell him, I got up and left for my bedroom. I heard him leaving my apartment, and I was now finally all alone. I let all my feelings out. I knew it would be hard to get back to how I was before. I was hurt; I truly loved __, but I couldn't stand the fact he lied. Now all that is left is a broken heart.

As the days passed by, I tried my best not to  think of him at all. I got my sled busy with work, and I tried to go out and try to get about the pain, and little by little, I'm starting to feel a lot better.

I try to be a natural reader. I hope I did well.

[pommunist]

i hope i dont sound like i am immediately picking apart what you said because i basically agree with 99% of it i just wanted to add a couple of thoughts i had (this got so much longer than i intended i am so sorry)

I don’t like how he said to be mindful about the intentions of people who raised the question, because a lot of them had genuine concern about it being a possibility and this could have been a very serious and dangerous thing if it had been true.

i fully agree with what you said here - however i feel like the death threats/harassment he was getting kinda justifies what he was saying to an extent. in his position, i doubt he is looking at each and every account to figure out whether the individual was coming from a place of concern or was adding onto the harassment. i don't think outright dismissing things like this is a good idea so to speak, but to me it does make sense, from his pov, to tell people to be mindful. many of those people were coming from a place of concern, but i can see how some of it could have came off as less than such in addition to the threats he was getting even though they were mostly separate situations. if this hadn't been the case it would have rubbed me more in the wrong way, but i can understand why he would say it in this scenario even if its like :/.

however this is something i would encourage of everyone - he is not wrong to basically be saying check the source of where you are getting your information from. i would say 90% of the people talking about it were acting in good faith, but that is not always the case, and people acting in bad faith can still have good points that should be taken seriously. it is just something that i think everyone should take note of - in any situation everyone is going to have bias and if you're going to take someones words as fact you should recognize that. that goes for quackity's words too. he is obviously biased in one way in this situation which doesnt mean he is lying in every word he says, but take that into account when looking at what he says. same goes for the admins who speak out you know?

And great that he’s saying that there has been some restructuring made within the team, and hopefully these changes will only leave the studios with competent people who are good intentioned towards everyone involved. I won’t like though, I fail to see how asking for everyone’s feedback and taking it into account to make these changes wasn’t an option. Also the fact that this restructuring ended up causing them to massively letting go of all the twitter teams as well as some other admins is still an issue.

this is a double edged sword imo - im gonna take it in two parts. he says that the restructuring is good and full of people who are good intentioned, but there really is no way to know that? i am under the assumption that he thought the first set of people were good and they weren't, and im not saying we can't trust these people/his judgement, but there truly is no way to know until things progress. id like to trust that the new management is good, but im wary just because of everything and it is hard to put trust into the new managment without seeing anything come out of it. i know these things take time, but its hard to blindly trust that these guys are good when there is nothing to prove it.

on the twitter admins/other admins, as much as i do not agree with it, it does make sense. it sucks and i hate that it happened, but it was pretty clear that financially keeping the same amount of admins on the team wasn't going to work. removing the twitter admins seems like a logical choice (i loved what they did. i wish they weren't removed. but in the grand scheme of things it does make sense to let them go first because even if it sucks the life and some of the fun out of it, their jobs were not essential to keeping the server running) but the way it was gone about was so... not it. the way they were all informed of how they were fired was just not good. point blank not good. i dont know if there was a way to keep them on while being able to pay them, im inclined to believe at the moment he probably wasn't lying and there wasn't, but it doesnt change the fact that that situation was not handled well. they could have let them go with more communication to the situation. thats what bothers me the most.

Meanwhile people will discuss these topics that are so far removed from the main issue and focus less on what the admins went through.

THIS!!! i do understand why people have brought talks about lore and stuff into this conversation - it highlights what the admins went through using tangible examples lol, but part of me wishes they hadn't because exactly as you said. people focus on these issues and not the other ones! it happened at the start of this too, where people focus on the lore/story related problems (which isn't a wrong thing to point out) but in doing so kinda push away the other issues even if that isnt the intent. sharing these stories was not to complain about pushing x creators lore to the front and holding y creator's back but to highlight some of the conditions and i wish that didn't get misconstrued as much as i feel like it has.

Hey anon ! sorry if i took so long to answer but I’ve wanted to take the time to answer everyone of your point !

-I can also see where he was coming from, and I also don’t doubt that there were bad intentioned people in the lot (thinking of a particular group of people, i think you can guess who 🟩). It’s just that it paints people who have genuine criticism/concern as just being haters, and it’s not the first time he used the "things said by people with bad intentions" point so I’m kinda over it

-YES to everything you said about researching information !!!! Jumping to conclusions or blindly believing any piece of info you see is literally doing for harm than good for anyone involved, always always try to find sources source, fact check and look from an unbiased POV the things you see. Will never forget when the union released their first statement and I saw people either saying that they were a fake account trying to smear the reputation project or that quackity was going to jail, I was like « oh my, we are cooked » 😭

-Also agree with your next point, but as you said we don’t know who these people are (and I don’t necessarily think we should know btw), so we can only hope that they will be competent and caring people who will run the studio in accordance with the law and with better work ethics.

-On the twitter admins getting fired well first we can agree that the way it was done is fucked up. And I understand the difficulty of the financial aspect (to an extent, don’t ask me details about finance, idk shit about money numbers lmao), but it’s giving « Your work was very needed and appreciated while it was free, but now that we may have to pay you we can actually do without it, bye guys ». Especially ehhhh about it since multiple Twitter admins have expressed that getting paid wasn’t an issue, the working conditions were. Though to be fair idk exactly how volunteer work is regulated in every country the admins were from so this may have played a part in their firing.

-And finally yes, the distracting from what matters. Like fans can discuss whatever they want obviously, my argument is more about Q here, like dude are you really sure the main point of contention here is to debate whether or not you were overly interfering in other ccs lore ??? Don’t get me wrong, great that you’re saying it wasn’t the case but the main point of everything was missed by a mile.

Also don’t worry your ask didnt came across as you picking apart what I had said but even if it was, as long as you’re not rude i dont mind people coming to my askbox like « tumblr user pommunist you are wrong about everything and let me tell you why »

[laguera25]

thanks for all your posts on the till scandal. truly. i'm on middle ground, mostly because i don't trust media for shit in this day and age, and i don't have any of the context nor am i in any place to make a judgment on the man. but it feels lonely with that opinion. most of my friends who are into rammstein think he legitimately did something and see no grey area in the situation (like, you know, media bias, straight up lying, numerous accounts of people accusing high-profile celebs of assault just for the money) or think he's completely pure and innocent. myself i wouldn't be surprised if he did something, but i do think people who do shit like pull his lyrics and poems that contain various controversial topics and frame them as proof are way out of line. i don't know, really. i'm glad there's people like you who try to report this shit with a clear head

I don't think he did anything illegal or worthy of criminal punishment or the blind hysteria that's been whipped up by the media and the prevailing Internet social justice mores. However, I do think that he has demonstrated an embarrassing sense of sexual entitlement and spectacularly poor judgment in how he chose potential sex partners. Sexual Doordash was a terrible idea born of an infantile mindset. Unfortunately, the charge of poor judgment must likewise extend to the rest of the band since they allowed Row 0 to be conducted on their time and their auspices.

Unfortunately, as you have noted, I can't really espouse that view in fannish spaces because it's immediately flagged as victim-blaming and condoning the lies peddled about him and the crimes committed against his property. I'm not. I'm Dumbass-blaming.

Till is 60 years old and has been in music for 30 years with Rammstein. He is also extremely intelligent and can afford Internet access. He wasn't some babe in the woods. He had to know how things like Row 0 would be received in the current climate of Neopuritanism, how it would be twisted and exaggerated by a an unscrupulous media that's wanted to take Rammstein down from the beginning. He chose not to read the room, or did and ignored it because it was more important to get his dick wet. So I'm not boohooing for Till Lindemann.

I am heartily sorry for the other band members and the band's employees. They deserve better than this after decades of hard work.

[mishkakagehishka]

anyway. followup. rank the resi games from ur faves (for whatever reason, could be story, the characters, the game making u want to curl up in a ball and cry, ur metric is whatever u want it to be) to ur least faves..... i've never played any of them and only have minor knowledge of a few so like. im fascinated.

I'm soooooo biased anyway

1. Resident Evil 4 - my introduction to the series, which was good bc i was such a scaredy-cat as a kid, the whole "let's make it less survival and more action" was nice. Playing RE2make, i missed the freedom of being allowed to "clean up" an area. I love RE4 i love RE4 Leon, my first fictional crush, i love Ashley, i love Luis, i love the putas, and i love the lake monster named Lake from the lake named Lake. Mwah. Chef's kiss. Perfect game, in my esteemed opinion. The remake should have given us even gorier death scenes instead of cleaner, but I appreciate the fact that they made Luis and Leon's dynamic (even) gayer. So many iconic lines, I don't even know which one to quote. I didn't know your right hand is going to bingo.

2. Resident Evil 1 (this is actually n1 spot but RE4 is there bc you gave me that freedom). Like. I mean. Listen. We gotta respect our elders. And RE1 fucks so hard. She was the blueprint for everything. The dog corridor. The mansion level of all mansion levels. Jill sandwich. What more could you want from a video game. There is multiple endings though and I forgot how they went about that, but I assume there's a "true" ending for the lore. Also in 2002 they remastered it and put Jill on the cover of their "you can choose to play as a girl or a boy" game that revolutionised gaming and media in general? And some companies in 2018 acted as nobody wants to buy a game where the girl protag is the one primarily marketed and/or where you play as a girl. Looks at ubisoft.

3. Resident Evil 2. This might be bias, but it might not be. Because RE3 is more action-y and while I did say I appreciated that as a kid in RE4, i feel like it worked in RE4, but not so much in 3? I think i'm biased. Anyway RE2 was cool because heellooooooo Mr X? Iconic. The soundtrack? Divine. The way you had A and B sides ?!?!?!?!? Four different scenarios because depending on who you chose in A, you'd have a totally different story????? Iconic. 10/10 in my esteemed opinion. I love Resident Evil 2. Can Claire and Leon please just ba----

4. Code Veronica. I still have no idea what the fuck happened in this game. 8/10 at this point I went "what the hell is this lore" (/pos). Like i'm trying to come up with an example to give you but i can't. Love the gothic setting tho

5. Resident Evil 3. Lipbite. Clockwork level. Nemesis.

Horror game girl swag. I dunno, I don't have much to say. She was iconic, but by this point we're in "i'm not exactly a shooter for these games" territory.

Now. Much as I love RE4 it definitely was a sign of things to come. Scratches the back of my neck. I kinda don't care for RE5 and 6. I know Chris punches a boulder in one of them. I do appreciate that they turned it back to survival horror with 7 and Village, buuuut. They lost me. As I said, I don't care for the lore that much, it spans too long, there's a lotta new characters (and I'm not one for "legacy" characters anyway, ik you can only do so much with the originals, but :( i just prefer the smaller cast and our classics. But i get that Capcom wants to have the games set in the years they're releasing, so they kinda haaave to, but </3). 7 and Village definitely were cool, but they somehow felt~~~ a bit less Resident Evil-ly... if that makes sense. 7 was great, but Village's bosses... I dunno. I wasn't much of a fan of how it fit into the sci-fi world of RE.

Listen. I think RE was best when it had the static camera and the horrible dread and when it made you wonder if you should shoot or not. The camera in the original was good because it was part of the horror. No you may NOT have the freedom to see what's around you. Fuck you. The first person in 7 and Village are actually fine for it but😢 i'm a grandma as it goes. RE0 also sounds super cool, but I haven't played it nor seen anyone play it. Will have to get on that tbh

[silver-wield]

Thank you Silver for showing everybody that I wasn't lying about the author's notes of that fic. I just hope @janeiteoftheslums and @junejoh see it and stop calling me a liar, since that author clearly had a "both girls" bias and the A/N could influence the opinions of new fans like it did to me when I was new, I really belived Cloud loved both girls and it made me consider stop following FF7 because I don't like stories like that. 1/2

And the author not tagging Clerith and not even mentioning Aerith in the tags of AO3 is not cool at all, the least they could do if the think "both girls" is canon is tag correctly. 2/2

Np 👍

I'm actually annoyed that author didn't even tag it properly and then went off in their notes and the fict lying about canon. Nobody likes being ambushed with shit they hate and that's not even true but ofc by then readers are invested in their story so just accept what they're saying cause they wanna reach the ending.

I also got caught in that bs "Cloud loved both" when I first joined the fandom, and you can even see how some of my older posts are swayed by how I thought I should include it because that's what I was being told the devs were doing. If I hadn't started looking into things myself more and not just taking others words as fact then I would still believe all that shit and I probably wouldn't be as interested in the franchise as I am. It's hard to know who's telling the truth when you're new and don't realise only one side is providing actual proof while the other is shoving headcanon and non-canon works in your face, so if even one person learns what's actually happening with the plot from me and that makes them happy it's not this ltd bs lies people spread then I'm glad I made my Tumblr ❤️

[female-malice]

If switching from milk to soy milk too quickly can fuck you up years later then maybe animal products are a bit more important than you're making them out to be. If veganism is so healthy, it would be no problem to switch over instantly. I wasn't eating too little, the only time I lost weight was the first year when I was still figuring things out. Not eating candy is not having a bad relationship with food, I had a bad relationship with food when I struggled with sugar addiction and eating junk food, which I resolved before I even went vegan. I understand that most people think sugar is only harmful if you eat it to excess, but I can't limit myself when I'm craving sugar and not eating it in deserts (fruit, carbs, etc. are all fine though) is the only way to avoid cravings.

I obviously did not start escalating my iron intake or over using iron supplements until after I was anemic and I started getting desperate, why would you assume that I was just randomly drinking extra iron for no reason? Is it so hard to believe that I might have issues absorbing non heme iron, the type of iron that is known for being more difficult to absorb? You don't have to nitpick everything I say. I was vegan, I know it's easier to say that everyone who fails at veganism is doing something wrong than to acknowledge that it's not for everyone. It's also very easy to give into survivorship bias, to point to all the vegans who have been vegan for a long time and are healthy, as if they'd still be vegan if their health flagged.

Veganism is not a diet optimized for health. If you have to supplement anything because your diet is lacking, your diet is not based on health, your diet can't even fulfill your body's basic requirements. No, veganism is not a diet of the body, it was not designed based on research to find the optimal diet. Veganism is a diet of the mind. Many people go vegan because they care about animals, or the environment, they don't say that veganism is healthy because it's true, they say veganism is healthy because they want it to be true. I remember lying to people in the name of veganism. Motive overrides logic because it must, because if I was honest with myself, I would have stopped being vegan long before I quit.

I never said switching from dairy to soy quickly is unhealthy. I said you're supposed to replace one food product at a time. First dairy. Then eggs. Then beef. Then chicken and poultry. Then fish.

You're not supposed to change your diet completely to a bunch of new foods all at once. That's true regardless of what kind of change you're making. The reason you're supposed to do gradual change is to check for allergies and bad reactions to new foods.

You have a strange relationship with food. So I understand this anti-vegan rant is your special thing that you like to engage in. But lying about veganism is just a weird look, honestly. You claim there are no health benefits for anyone when that's easy to prove false. So next time you dump your anti-vegan rant in someone's inbox, be more strategic about your approach.

If you want to spend your time campaigning for people to eat meat, enjoy a future with no functioning antibiotics. Cheers.