#ohh no what a nightmare! ........ Look At My Work.

[the-100th-witch]

GUESS WHO JUST FOUND OUT HER VOICEMAIL BOX HASN'T BEEN SET UP THIS WHOLE FUCKING TIME SINCE WE CHANGED PHONE NETWORKS LIKE 2 MONTHS BACK AHAHAHAHHAHAH

IM ACTIVELY SEARCHING FOR JOBS BUT OOPS HAHAHAHA FUCK MY ENTIRE LIFE

[daddyy333]

“Bucky, please” | Bucky Barnes x y/n

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word count: 2.0k

warnings: masturbating, reader is caught masturbating, oral (f receiving)

summary: Bucky hears you calling his name, little does he know the real reason is a lot better than what he imagined

Bucky was sitting on the couch, he’d just gotten back to the compound and it was 10pm so he assumed you were sleeping and left you alone. He took a shower and changed into his favorite gray sweatpants, watching one of your favorite shows that you almost never stopped talking about.

He heard soft groans and moans coming from your bedroom and at first he thought he was just hearing things or maybe you were talking in your sleep. That was until he heard you say “ohh, Bucky,”

He instantly paused the tv, even though the volume was only at 5 he needed to make sure he was actually hearing what he thought he was hearing. A few moments go by and you said it again.

“Ahh!….mmm- oh god- Bucky!” You said and he stood up, slowly making his way to your bedroom. He was slightly worried, were you hurt? Were you having a nightmare?

“Bucky, please!” You said and he sped up. As he got to the door your noises got louder and louder. “Ahhh!! Yes, yes fuuuck!” You moaned and Bucky quickly opened the door.

There you were on your soft, gray jersey sheets. You weren’t hurt at all, in fact quite the opposite. You were practically naked, your thin tank top exposing your plump mounds and your taut nipples. Your legs were spread just enough to slip your fingers in your gushing pussy, bare and on display for Bucky to see entirely, your other hand rubbing your clit.

Your legs were shaking hard and your back arched off the bed, your jaw dropped open in a perfect ‘O’ letting out the prettiest groans of pleasure. Bucky's eyes widened and he nearly felt dizzy at how fast the blood rushed to his dick.

“Uhh! Shit- oh god, Bucky!” You shouted, pulling your fingers out and trying to make it seem like you're not in the middle of an orgasm. “I’m- ahhh! I’m sorry- oh god!” You said, gasping and whimpering.

He quickly closed the door and groaned, how could he be so stupid? You’re a girl and you have needs, he should’ve knocked at least. He palmed his half hard dick, needing it to not seem like he enjoyed watching you like some kind of pervert. Oh god, was he a perv now?

He made quick work of walking into the kitchen, shaking his hand and running a hand through his hair. He heard you open the door and quickly reached down and hid his boner. You came out wrapped in those silky robes you always wear, making his dick twitch.

“I’m- I-I’m so sorry Bucky, I- I didn’t know that you were home” you said, legs still shaking as you looked up at him with your pretty doe eyes, face flushed and breath shaky and uneven. He cleared his throat and said “I- I should’ve knocked, I just I was in the living room and I heard you and I-I thought you were hurt or something”

“Oh god- y-you heard me?” You asked and he nodded, looking down nervously. He sighed and said “are you- are you okay? You’re shaking” “I’m- well, I- yea I’m fine. I’m sorry” you said again, sitting down at the island.

You cleared your throat and said “how…h-how much did you hear?” You asked, you knew he’d seen everything so there was no point in asking that but you would rather die than have Bucky know that you think of him and moan his name when you masturbate.

“Uhh you know…your…noises” he said awkwardly, cringing on the inside. He took a deep breath and said “also I heard you…I could’ve sworn I heard you say my name. That’s kinda why I was super concerned” “oh god,” you groaned, burying your head into your hands.

Bucky sat up on the counter and said “it’s- i-it’s fine you know, I…I mean I know you don’t have much time to date and stuff. If- I-If you have to use me that’s- I mean it’s fine I just didn’t realize you even thought of me more than a roommate or a friend”

“Yea uhm…I just- I- I’m gonna go back to my room. I’ll see you tomorrow” you said and stood up, rolling your eyes at how shaky your legs still were. Bucky sighed and let his head fall back against the counters behind him.

He felt so stupid. He should’ve known, how could be such a dumbass? He hopped off the counter and made his way to your room again, he wanted to apologize again and keep things from being awkward between you two.

He was going to knock but then he stopped himself. He sighed, his boner getting uncomfortable now. He couldn’t help it, you just looked so gorgeous and adorable, a post-orgasm haze still evident in your eyes the entire time he spoke to you.

He contemplated it a few more moments before he decided against it, about to walk away when the door opened. You gasped slightly, looking up at the tall, tan, and gorgeous man in front of you. He looked at your lips and you smirked, pulling him down to kiss him.

He genuinely wasn’t expecting that, a surprised moan leaving his lips. He placed his hands on your waist carefully, pulling you in closer. “Sorry, I can’t breathe,” he said, obviously flustered and nervous.

You chuckled and said “I just take your breath away, don’t I?” “yea you do” he said, smirking. He cupped your cheek and kissed you again, wrapping his arms around you and holding you up.

“Ahh! Bucky, oh my god put me down” you said and he smiled. He wrapped your legs around his waist, brushing your hair out of your face as he said “you could've just asked for my help, you know? Can't believe those tiny fingers do anything for you,”

You instantly blushed, hiding your face in his chest. “Bucky!” You said, giggling. He walked you over to your bed, setting you down gently. He pulled his shirt off, dropping to his knees.

He pulled the loose knot on your robe, finding you with no pants still and the same lousy excuse of a shirt. He ripped it off with his metal hand, palming your right breast. He trailed his hand down to your sensitive clit, rubbing it softly.

“Wait- wait Bucky,” you said and he instantly stopped, sneaking a taste before you sat up again. He looked up at you with soft eyes and said “what is it? Is this too much?” “I just…what are we?” You asked and he blushed.

He caressed your thigh as he said “I’m yours forever, babe. And you’re mine. I dare you to try and get away from me. You’re stuck with me for life” He kissed your knee gently, massaging your upper thighs.

You giggled, leaning down and kissing him softly as you cupped the sides of his head. He pulled away and pushed you back lightly, burying his head into your wet cunt. You gasped, his nose nudging at your clit as his tongue played with the slick spilling from your clenching hole.

“Bucky…” you gasped softly, you were so sensitive from your previous orgasm. He worked his arms under your thighs and his hands circled to the top of them, holding them open as he devoured your pussy.

He moaned into your pussy, tongue fucking at a torturous pace. You squirmed, pulling on his hair as you whimpered and moaned his name over and over like a prayer.

“Baby…fuck,” he groaned, the fluttering of your pussy around his tongue making him go crazy. He pulled away from you regretfully, sliding his fingers into your sweet little pussy.

Your back arched off the bed, your leg shaking slightly when he rubbed your clit harshly. You gasped a tightening in your belly already forming after less than minutes of him eating you out like a starved man.

You’d never been brought to an orgasm this fast by any one or any thing, and to say you were in shock was an understatement. You whined as your pussy clenched sporadically, barely fighting the urge to let go and cum all over Buckys face.

“Bucky I- ahh! ohh god!” You moaned, squirting all over his face and neck and all over the bed too. Your legs were shaking so damn hard and your vision blurred, your breathing stopped as you came harder than you ever have before.

Bucky smiled as he sat up, licking up what he could from around his mouth. “God, that was hot” he said and laughed, caressing your thighs. You cleared your throat, you hearing still muffled as you said “holy shit,” through a heavy sigh.

He blushed, realizing he just made yku squirt. He’d heard about it in locker rooms and just classic overhearing before but always thought he’d never see it happen let alone make a girl do it. It’s his first time in 70 years and he did it in less than five minutes.

You sighed softly as you finally felt somewhat back to earth. “Bucky…” you said, reaching for him. He grabbed your hand and said “I’m here, pretty girl,” You giggled and looked down at the mess from between your legs.

“Oh god…I-I’m so sorry,” you said and he grinned. He shook his head and said “God, don’t be sorry. Please, do it again” He leaned down and lapped up the remainder of your orgasm, moaning and whining at the taste.

You gasped, squealing slightly. You were super sensitive and a little overstimulated at this point, but you wanted his cock. When he pulled away, you sat up and started working his belt off.

“Wait- w-wait…” he said and you furrowed your brows. You quickly stopped what you were doing and took your hands away. He gulped slightly and said “I just- it’s….I-I haven’t…I haven’t done this in a long time,”

You could see he was really nervous and embarrassed about this, which you only found adorable. “Bucky, it’s okay. We don’t have to do it all tonight. Sure would like to, but that doesn’t mean we have to” you said and giggled, kissing his head.

He sighed with relief, closing his eyes at the feel of your soft lips brushed against his hairline. “Thank you…for understanding,” he said and you smiled.

You caressed his cheek as you pulled back, licking your lips. You smirked softly as you said “do you….want any help with that? Doesn’t have to be the full thing, remember? I can just use my hands or maybe my mouth”

“No, no doll. You’re already tired, I can see it in your eyes. Maybe another time. I’ll be fine in a little bit,” he said and you rolled your eyes. He chuckled and said “come on, let’s get cleaned up. Made quite the mess,”

You blushed softly as he stood up, picking you up bridal style. He brought you to the bathroom, setting you down on the toilet seat. He wiped you down with a washcloth, gentle hands massaging your twitchy thighs.

You slowly followed behind him, holding his hand to the bedroom. You sat down, pulling his shirt over your head, smiling because you smelled like Bucky now. He tugged you down so you were flush against his chest, already tired and ready to sleep.

You giggled and turned around, looking up at him. He smiled tiredly at you, kissing your face a few times. “You’re beautiful,” he mumbled. You chuckled and said “you’re beautiful…peeping Tom”

“Hey!” He said and swatted your ass playfully. You squealed, giggling. He sighed and said “it wasn’t even like that” “I don’t know, was it?” You said and he rolled his eyes.

“Go to sleep” he grumbled, running his hand over your face to close your eyes. You smiled lazily and rested your head under his chin, sighing softly. He placed his hand on the small of your back, pulling you closer as he nuzzled his face into your hair, murmuring little sweet whispers about how beautiful you were.

As of now l'm writing for

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[bethelighthalazia]

Nightmares

Summary:  You´re having a nightmare which truly terrifies you enough to get triggered by your best friend´s nickname for you. But, your friends and especially your boyfriend are there to calm you down.

Genre: angst, fluff, horror

Pairing: bf!Wooyoung x fem!reader

Word Count:  2198

Warnings: mentions of blood, dead bodies, minor injuries

[note: used a prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting!]

© by bethelighthalazia. Do not repost, copy or translate. Unless stated otherwise, those works are mine and born from my own ideas. I don't have any claim on the mentioned real existing Idols whatsoever.

Lungs burning, yearning for air, calves cramping, yet you didn´t stop running. Your feet hit the ground hard, have you been barefoot the whole time? How long have you been running already? Time seemed stilled. With a pained yelp, you stumbled, your foot had met a stone, which made you fall to the ground. Clouds of dust busting up when your body collides with the floor, tiny pebbles digging into the skin of your palms. Slow footsteps approach you, echoing off the concrete that formed the whole structure. You knew what it was that followed you, who it was. It didn't make it any less frightening for you though. Your scraped palms burning when you pick yourself up again, tears stinging in your eyes when you hear him breathing behind you.  “Ohh~ y/n, why are you running?” The voice barely snarled a whisper, yet it sounded as if it would be right beside your ear. This voice should be comforting for you, yet it sends a shiver down your spine, the little hairs in your neck standing up. Your tears blur your vision and you stumble once again, finding yourself crashing onto the cold concrete once more. He had caught up with you, you could feel his presence. Your hands wrapped around an item, a bracelet which slipped off of a wrist you were to hold onto, it's hard to make out the initials that had been engraved in it, filled and smeared with blood now. The scraping of metal against the concrete and then the swishing noise of it stopping right next to your ear let your blood freeze, eyes wide open. Drip. Ruby droplets falling from the blade that´s held close to you. Drip. Hitting your shoulder, the fabric of your clothes painted bloody. Drip. A cold, cruel laughter filling the air around you, seven faces looking down at your kneeling figure. A body in front of you, his usually lively brown eyes staring into nothing, you could easily make out the little mole under his left eye. "You're next, y/nnie~” The voice hums in a singsang, a sound you usually love, but now? Only one person always calls you this and in any other situation, it would be calming, but hearing it here, it frightened you even more. The last thing you hear, a metallic ringing in the air and your own scream.

A scream which continues when you sit up straight in your bed, hands clenched into the soft fabric of the blanket, cold sweat coating your skin and making Wooyoung's shirt, that you wear for sleeping, stick against you. Several footsteps trample down the hallway, Seonghwa the first to burst into your room, hair disheveled. Wooyoung's eyes wide open as he pushes himself past his hyung to reach you. 

“Jagi, I'm here, what's wrong?” He asks breathlessly, one knee on your bed as he carefully reaches out to cup your cheek. “Did something happen?” You couldn´t bring out a word yet, your breath hitched and your heart beating hard against your ribcage. The boys just exchanged a glance and Seonghwa hushed the others back to bed, heading to the kitchen himself to get some water for you before he then leaves you and your boyfriend alone. 

"N- nightmare." Your throat is dry, so you hastily grab the glass from Wooyoung now, emptying it in almost one go. Hands trembling, you hold onto the glass for a few moments, trying to remember the dream you just had, but it is as if it dissolves the longer you try to pull details back into your mind. Wooyoung gently takes the glass from you and gets into your bed next to you, his arms wrapping around your still shaking body. “Woo, I´m sweaty, you don-” You start, your voice still trembling, but he just shakes his head. “You're shaking like a leaf in a tornado, jagi. I don´t mind, we also cuddle after dance practice.” His voice is soothing, the lingering feeling of fear in your chest slowly subsiding when your head rests against his chest to listen to his heartbeat. When he lays back into the mattress with you against him, Wooyoung frowns while quietly humming your favorite melody for you. His fingers dancing over the skin of your back, he had slipped his hand under your shirt, you slowly dozed off again, this time, a dreamless sleep washing over you.

The next morning, you find yourself tangled into his arms, his hot breath fanning against your cheek. You can't help but smile softly, brushing some hair out of his face to just look at him. though, when your gaze stops at the mole under his eye, you suddenly remember his lifeless expression of your dream and it brings a quiet sob across your lips. This sound makes him shift against you, his fingers slowly returning to draw some shapes on your back as he opens his eyes. “Morning, jagi. Are you feeling better?” He hums sleepily to which you just nod, not exactly sure how you truly feel. If you were to describe your feelings, it would be a mix of uncertainty, fear and the feeling of drowning, even though you can breathe properly. But you also feel love, for Wooyoung and for the boys who let you be happy with their best friend.

“Hungry?” Wooyoung asks with a little chuckle, which quiets down quickly when he notices your expression. “Or…do you want to sleep some more?” Concern washing over his features, Wooyoung slowly sits up with you, head tilted slightly as he tries to read you. “No, we should eat some…and I have to apologize to the others for waking them.” Clearing your throat, you peck his lips and then head to the bathroom, leaving a worried and confused Wooyoung behind on the bed. Whatever this dream was about, it had a big impact on you, yet he couldn't figure out what it was. When you came out of the bathroom again, Wooyoung had left to get dressed himself, so you slowly made your way into the kitchen, not noticing San behind you when you walked into the living area of the dorms.

“Did you get some more sleep, y/nnie?” This nickname for you let you freeze in the doorway, your breath hitched and San walked right into you, he didn't notice that you had stopped. “Wh- Hey, are you okay y/nnie?” Breathing suddenly got hard, as if something has wrapped around your chest and squeezed all air out of you, your phone dropping from your hand. The noise of it lets everyone else spin around to you. 

“Jagi?” Carefully approaching you, Wooyoung opened his arms and you just let yourself fall forwards, your legs not listening to any orders your brain gives. Your hands clench into the fabric of his shirt and your whole body again trembles while your boyfriend just looks at his best friend with a confused look on his face, which San returns no less surprised. “Jagi, you´re shaking…are you cold? Maybe you´re getting a cold?” He hums, your body warming up in his embrace, but you can't fully shake off the fear that's slowly creeping into your heart once again. 

“I- I don´t know…I had a nightmare about you, Woo.” Your words come in a whisper, almost as if you'd have to force yourself to speak. In an attempt to cheer you up a little, he gave you a small smile, head tilted. “Did I look hot in it?” He asks, but the look on your face lets him go quiet in an instant, the wrinkles around his eyes from laughing turning into a deep frown. “You- you looked dead in it…”

Your words leave the whole room in silence, even though the others just had a lively conversation about the plans for the day. All eyes on you, you felt small, like back in the nightmare. But now, you had your Wooyoung holding you in his arms. The faces weren't filled with cruel amusement, but with concern and love. The other seven members loved you just as much, they saw you as their sister, one of them, while Wooyoung gave you his heart, and he held yours dearly. 

“I- I'm sorry,I shouldn't have joked jagiya. H- how do you feel? Do you want to cuddle on the sofa?” His voice was calm and soft and when you nodded, he just lifted you up, your legs wrapped around his middle, and carried you to the sofa, where he sat down with you on his lap. Seonghwa had made some tea which he brought you a cup of, the others following their hyung and sitting around you, some on the sofa, some on the floor.

“You don't have to worry, okay? I'm here jagi and I won't leave you.” Wooyoung hummed while you slowly drank your tea, his fingers gently brushing through your hair, he knows that this always soothes your nerves. “Do you…do you want to talk about it? Sometimes it helps?” This offer, tempting as it was, caused another shiver to run down your spine. You're not sure if you could talk about it, to live through the nightmare once more while telling them. Yet, you took a deep breath and then you heard your own voice, shaky and quiet.

“It was dark, not a real place, just concrete as ground…” You started, trying to pull the dream into your mind again, a frown on your face. “I ran, someone was following me and I fell. I had your bracelet in my hand…it was covered in blood-” At your words, Wooyoung lifted his arm, so you could see the bracelet around his wrist. It was a simple one, a chain with only one pendant attached to it, a heart with angel wings, the date of your first meeting engraved in one wing, your and his initials on the other wing. “It's here, see? And no blood.” Reassuring words of him, he lowered his arm again and continued to caress your hair, not without placing a kiss on your head.

“Hmh, no blood. I- in my dream…someone was following me, h- he had a sword…and- and h- he had S- San's voice. A- and-” A hiccup and a quiet sob stopped your words, your whole body trembling, your gaze fixated on the cup in your hands. “Shh, it's okay. Take a deep breath, jagi. San is here too, and he has no sword. Besides, if he'd follow you, then only to hug and cuddle you to make me jealous, right?” Wooyoung chuckled quietly, knowing exactly how to ease your nerves and calm you down again. You nodded and after taking a deep breath, you looked up, seeing a smiling San, his smile gentle and showing his dimples. This actually caused you to let out a quiet chuckle.

“T- the others were there too…I don't kn- know why, but you laid there…i- in front of me and the others stood around us…a- and San's sword was next to m- my head and…and he said I'm next and th- then I f- felt the blade on my neck and- and then-” The others looked at each other in concern, Seonghwa quickly grabbed the cup of tea from your hand when he noticed your hands shaking heavily now. To this, Wooyoung didn't know what to say, or do. His caressing on your head didn't stop once, but he pulled you closer into his arms, as if to try and show you that you're safe.

“Don't worry, jagi. It was just a nightmare, I promise.” He whispered, swallowing and looking at his hyungs, hoping that they'd have words for you that would calm you down. “Wooyoung is right, y/n. It was a nightmare. You had a lot on your mind the last weeks, it was stressful and you only just moved in here. Something like this can cause such bad dreams to happen sometimes.” Hongjoong, who was sitting next to you and Wooyoung, had spoken in a soft voice, your head turning slightly to look at him, he also had a smile on his lips, gently brushing hair out of your face with his finger.

“We all love you, sweetheart. And no one would ever try to hurt Wooyoung or you. We promise.” He continued, placing a hand on his heart, almost as if to show you how serious his words are meant. When you nodded, you could feel Woo let out a breath he had held in, your arms wrapped around him. Behind you, you heard someone shuffle, another kiss pressed against the back of your head.

“I am sorry y/nnie…whatever dream-me did, I hope you know that I'd never be able to hurt you…and that I'd do anything to help you and Woo safe, right?” San asked quietly and you nodded, turning your head to him now. You knew that none of your friends would ever harm one of you, the dream just felt so real and frightened you. “I know, Sanie. I just…I was frightened because it felt too real…and because I am always scared to lose Woo…or any of you all.”

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[callipraxia]

Further Interview Analysis: the "Ford Plan," and Bill's Blind Spot

I didn’t sleep again the night after the “musical Weirdmageddon” post, and wrote a lot of loopy stuff the next day, and posted none of it. But then I slept, so yay, time for an attempt at some actual analysis! Original interview is, as before, here, with credit and thanks to @fordtato and @hkthatgffan.

"I think that Bill was trying to find Ford, but I think- I always think of Bill as like, this guy who has, like - you know, he’s stirring the pot of soup that is the Ford plan, and he’s got like 900 pots of soup across the universe of different things he’s working on, and at any given moment, he’s so cocksure that it’s all gonna work his way eventually."

Bill’s a trillion years old, so it’s like, Ford disappearing for thirty years is like- [snaps fingers] is like somebody saying they’re ghosting you and then texting you the next weekend, you know what I mean? He’s like- he’s like [handwave] “Ford’s gonna- Ford’s gonna be back. Ohh, [air quotes] we had such a big fight, Ford’s sooo mad at me,” oh, you know, “our will-they-won’t-they-take-over-the-universe relationship, like, he’s gonna- he’s gonna march off in a huff, and he’ll be back, ‘cause we’re- is Ford gonna find anyone else in the multiverse that strokes his ego as well as me?” Is there anybody else in the universe that’s gonna make Ford feel as important as Bill? No, of course not, Ford needs validation, and so Bill knows Ford’s gonna be back eventually. 

...so, Bill still had a "Ford plan," did he? Like, some active plan that involved using Ford in some way to escape the Nightmare Dimension? Interesting.

I always interpreted his cliche-villain-gloating routine when Ford confronts him about being a liar as the point where Bill was ready to discard Ford altogether. If he had wanted to - if he could have been bothered - after all, he probably would have had a very high chance of somehow manipulating Ford out of the realization that he'd been played: Ford had been literally worshiping Bill a few days earlier. He was basically a cultist, and he was not only someone who'd spent way too long talking to Bill, he was also someone who could only confront Bill on Bill's turf, so to speak. But Bill didn't even try to turn it all around, because (ran my reasoning) he'd gotten what he really needed: the Portal existed, and you can't close Pandora's box. The technology was there. It would not, from Bill's trillions-of-years perspective, have taken very long to find some way to manipulate someone else into rebuilding the Portal once it existed even given Ford's attempts to hide the plans. Bill was scribbling on the Journal in invisible ink after Ford's last entry, before he buried it but after he wrote all about his plans in some detail, even drawing a map to J2. The Journal separation plan would have been laughably easy for Bill to work around. So at that point, I assumed that the only reason Bill didn't arrange for Ford to - if I may be blunt - kill himself the first time he blacked out was because Bill was basically getting off on the psychological torture and wanted to see how long he could keep it going/enjoy himself until Ford literally died of exhaustion. Ford certainly seems to think he'd have been killed if he had lost the game of 'hide and seek' in the asteroid field. I thought the idea that "Bill used Ford until he used him up, and now he was done with him" was basically canon, and that Bill paid no more attention to him from that point onward than you would pay to a broken Solo cup in the trash until Ford did something unexpected - ie, survived the Multiverse, came back with a death ray, apparently took out a few Henchmaniacs, almost shot Bill himself, and then survived the experience.

But here we have what I suppose amounts of authorial commentary which seems to directly contradict the idea that Bill didn't even regard Ford was worth finding and/or killing. Bill was looking for Ford, all those years - not all that intently, apparently, or really very long from Bill's point of view, of course, but still - and Bill still had a plan for Ford. Bill also, if I'm reading that right, seems to have really just expected Ford to come back, of his own free will, to join him eventually, not to kill him.

Of course, it's possible I'm reading that wrong, and Bill just knew that killing him would also give Ford a massive ego boost and that Ford would have to eventually reenter his orbit in order to attempt to do so. It's also true that Bill just not being able to accept rejection in no way, by itself, implies he wasn't planning to go "hahahaha, no" and kill Ford fifteen seconds after he finished begging Bill for forgiveness. But the 'Ford plan' bit seems to undermine that. Let's assume the hesitations and half-sentences are Hirsch improvising, not Bill actually cutting off a thought he might not like the end of. So was Bill genuinely never planning to kill Ford after he bumbled into the Nightmare Realm back in '82? And if not - what in the world was he planning to do to him once one of the Henchmaniacs caught him, then? And why do I have the feeling that whatever it was would have made murder seem both a) kind and b) not at all disturbing by comparison?

Also gives us, in a way, some insight into Bill. Kinda. We've always known that there's this...level, this very deep, seldom-relevant but very important level, on which Bill doesn't quite understand how people work. We see it primarily in the mistakes that Bill makes with Stan and Mabel. Maybe there was nothing he could have said or done in the situation with Stan to save himself, Stan had reached the point of literally suicidal determination and there's really not much you can do to budge someone at that point and especially not once their consciousness has already caught fire, but with Mabel - in Sock Opera, all Bill needed to do to win was keep his mouth shut for three more seconds. He was clever enough to see how Dipper and Mabel's relationship could be exploited to get Dipper to do what he wanted, but he did the exact opposite of what he should have done to get Mabel to do what he wanted, because for one thing he underestimates Mabel and for another...it comes back to that elusive Thing that Bill can't or won't understand about the deeper levels of humans. Or maybe it's Things, plural, and a distinct one for each person, but there's something there at the bottom of the personality that Bill apparently can't jive with.

With Ford, for instance, he clearly underestimates the power of genuine self-hatred and remorse. Bill may feel bad in some way about what he did to his homeworld, but look at the actual words of the Axolotl's prophecy: he feels that way not because he has realized at some point that what he did was fundamentally wrong, but because he wants to go home and can't. Essentially, his regret is for his own inconvenience. And in a lot of ways, I can see how that could have translated into him feeling he did, in fact, know all he needed to know to push Ford's buttons, because while it's never spelled out for us, it seems, based on his habit of carrying around family photographs on his person apparently since college despite not getting on well at all with his family, that there was maybe some tiny part of Ford that also wanted to "go home," and not just to flip off the town. Ford was also someone who deeply feared the consequences of his actions, if you read between the lines in the Journal - his worries about a 'Close Encounter' with the government, his scrawling that he must not lose his nerve on some early Portal notes, his talking more and more about Fiddleford losing his nerve in a way that starts seeming kind of projection-y - and Bill could certainly understand that fear perfectly well: we see Bill panic outright in the finale when he realizes he's out of options he's going to remotely like. In the unlikely event Stan would or even could save him, Stan obviously wouldn’t have done so so on Bill's own terms: Bill would have been stuck making an honest deal for once, or else left with the options of "die" and "take a one-in-a-million shot and do his invocation of the 'Ancient Power,' possibly putting himself squarely into the hands of an enemy whose full aims he probably does not know." But then, that's Bill's flaw - the things that drove him to become what he did were revenge and the fear of Death, of the ultimate loss of control. His arrogance makes him think he can take most any situation, no matter how disadvantageous it might seem, and twist it around sooner or later, but Death - well, that's it, ain't it? Or, as Horace might say in a really old translation:

When life is o'er, and Minos has rehearsed The grand last doom, Not birth, nor eloquence, nor worth, shall burst Torquatus' tomb.

(Horace, Ode 4.7. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. John Conington. trans. London. George Bell and Sons. 1882.)

Bit different from most translations I've read, but close enough and in the public domain I believe, so we'll go with that. It's possible that Bill's...unique...state of existence may actually make dying an even more terrifying prospect for him than it for the rest of us. He became what he was to escape limitations, including mortality - but after all that killing and burning and transformation, he found out that he might not ever die, but that he could still be destroyed. And even when he found his own 'territory', it started decaying around him, which proved that dimensions, too, can die even if nobody is apparently actively trying to destroy them. What happens to him then? That's what he's afraid of, and he cannot quite grasp that others might be able to overcome that fear in service of either another principle or another fear. That's where he keeps running into trouble in the series timeline, too. It never occurred to him that Gideon might have enough humanity to want Mabel to actually care about him, instead of just about possessing her - much less that Gideon could want that enough to risk death for it. It was inconceivable to him that Dipper and Mabel could voluntarily turn their backs on even a blatantly false paradise to willingly walk into a living hell, just because it was the right thing to do. And as for Ford and Stan....

Well, on one level, he's right about Ford. When he met Ford, they did have certain things in common: frustration, ambition, deep and secret regrets, loneliness, and fear of facing the consequences. Ford's desire for respectability and honor from those who had rejected him his whole life may have extended this even further for him than it went for Bill in some ways: he couldn't even admit to himself that what he was doing was totally self-interested, whereas Bill, like Stan, has long since come to terms with his own selfishness. And like Bill, Ford probably didn't even have the ability to see that no matter what he did, it would never be enough, and would never really satisfy him. But death? Ford doesn't fear death. Never really has, as far as I can tell, but he certainly doesn't now. The way he lives his life, the man might as well be courting death - sending it roses every week and buying all its drinks at the bar, so to speak. He and Bill both fear the consequences of their actions, but 'consequences' are a category, and it's just as possible to be afraid to live as it is to be afraid to die. And Stan...Stan is harder to be sure of. Certainly Stan's priority is always for self-preservation. He's probably depressed to some degree, and he will risk life and limb without hesitation when he perceives a threat to that which he loves, but that's something that usually happens in a crisis. He doesn't hesitate because he doesn't think about what he's doing, which is what makes the Final Deal such an incredible gesture for me - he not only had plenty of time to think about what was going to happen, but he had to actively take steps himself to enable it to happen. To me, at least, that seems the hardest thing...but then, the whole situation in the Fearamid is one that brings to mind some of my worst fears, to the point that I find the scene difficult to watch and I almost scrapped an entire 22,000-word story once just because it required me to write about a small part of it. I'm sure Bill risked death, in some fashion, to become what he is, and I'm sure he was afraid of failure every time - but he was less afraid of a bad outcome that might come from leaping at the chance for some semblance of life, any semblance of life, no matter what that might look like or how long the odds might be, than he was of doing what he knew would lead to...wherever even destructible gods go, when they go. This is why the Stans were the thing he couldn't account for, really. He couldn't conceive of having a priority higher than self-preservation, of overcoming his worst fear - and that was what destroyed him. Maybe, anyway.

It's sort of funny, actually - I started writing a completely different post yesterday about how to develop a new character based on some of Hirsch's remarks, and in the course of it, I made the remark that I found it hard to fathom how you could write any of Gravity Falls, at all, without knowing ahead of time that it is the story of (if I can make so bold as to quote my own story's dialogue) "the Faustus of New Jersey and His Knucklehead Brother and the Hazard Sign From Hell," and without at least a fairly good understanding of who those three people are and how they got there. If one looks at the story that way, I suppose you could say the events after their starting situation are also the story of these three being thrown up against the places where their real deepest fears lie, and seeing who has something he really, really will not compromise on...or at least, it did at the start of this paragraph. But did any of them, really? Bill blatantly fails that test, of course - Bill runs, just like he's been, in a way, running for his entire miserable existence. Ford comes close to what might have been a couple of breaking experiences for him - either surrendering to Bill or, had the memory wipe worked the way he thought it would, with living with whatever the fallout of essentially killing his brother would have been - but the universe was kind and stacked the deck just enough to let him cheat his way out of that one, at least for the most part. But what about Stan? He didn't want to die, but we already knew that he'd risk it for the kids, because we've seen him do that before. The way he went about it this time arguably took more courage than the others, when he just went in swinging at an immediate and obvious threat, but it was still an escalation on an established thing. Stan's real worst fear isn’t death - it’s of being alone again, of losing his family. That's the principle that overrides self-preservation for him. What would have happened if he'd been in Ford's shoes - required to take up the role not of the sacrifice, but of the one who performed it, giving up one member of the family to save the others? Could he have done that?

...though that is wandering from the topic I was originally talking about, isn't it. Which was that yeah, Bill is, in his way, as fallible as anyone else despite his immense resources - which is gonna be a fun topic to get into when I get around to the post in this series about writing higher intelligences, but that's also not the point, which was that Ford was never going to go back to Bill the way Bill thought he was, because Bill's inability to understand other people's ability to do things that he can't is a serious blind spot for him. It's the thoughts he can't have that doom him (probably...hopefully, anyway...), fortunately for the rest of us.

[melusinealarice]

jealousy/hate sex with jonathan crane 🫣

YAY SO FCING EXITED (also my friend’s brother is insanely hot and i legit want his fingers in me)

Warnings: SMUT VERY SMUT, jonathan crane, jealousy, degrading, choking, oral m receiving, co-workers, enemies to lovers, kinda established they have has sex before but it could go either way, unprotected sex

You hated him, absolutely HATED, well, mostly. He was arrogant, stuck up, and plain misogynistic. Working with him was a nightmare. And-

“Dr. Y/l/n” You turned to find dr. Cameron standing by you, an attractive man, mid 30s, blonde hair, green eyes. “Hello,” You turned from your charting. “You look pretty today,” he said, looking you up and down, you blushed “thank you,” you cleared your throat, “uhm, how is the patient in 36B?” “Oh still screaming, he hasn’t stoped,” he replied, “he’s gonna tear a vocal chord if he keeps that up” you said under your breath. He laughed, “so i was-“

“Dr. Cameron.” Ugh, just great, you thought. “Hey, nurse, i need you to change patient 24A’s bed pan” after 4 years of working together and going to medical school together he still had the nerve to address you as nurse. What an ass. “You know very well i am not a nurse dr. Crane.” He rolled his eyes, “you know very well I don’t care, dr. Y/l/n”

You scoffed, “what do you want Crane?” You turned to him, he was shamelessly checking you out. “I need you for a consult, follow me” he started walking away without an answer.

“Where are we going?” You asked, as he started turning away from the patient wings. “You’ll see.”

You arrived at his office, “what are we-“ he slammed you against the wall, his hand on your neck, “you really think you can just go around whoring yourself out?” His eyes were angry, his pupils blown. “Dr. Crane.. I- can’t breathe-“ you gasped for air, he laughed.

“Well thats the point doll.” He takes off his glasses, smirking. “You really think dr. Cameron could ever fuck you better than me?” He released his grip on your neck, you fell gasping for breath. “God, you are pathetic” he grabbed your hair, forcing you to look up at him. “Im sorry-“ “save it.” He started to unbuckle his belt.

You hated how wet this made you, his roughness, the degrading words. “Fucking slut.” He growled, freeing himself, he was rock hard. He tapped his head against your cheek.

“Open” he commanded, you complied. He shoved his cock down your throat. “Ohh fuck” he groaned throwing his head back. It was hard to breathe around him. God he looked good, his hair a mess, his lips all pink.

He started thrusting into your mouth, you gagged. He laughed “not flirting now are you? Is this all it takes to shut you up? I bet you’re not thinking about Dr. Cameron’s cock anymore huh? Fuck, im gonna show you who you belong to.” You ran your tongue down as he hit the back of your throat, just the way he liked it.

He roughly pulled you up by your hair. “Fuck, i should kill him just for fuckin looking at you doll.” He pushed you down on his desk, “It wasnt, like that i swear.” Tears were running down your cheeks, and your legs. “Fuck doll, so fucking wet. Is this for me? Or dr. Cameron?” He bent over you, ripping open your blouse and throwing it off. “I asked you a fucking question.” He grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him.

“You, its for you. Dr. Crane please.” He laughed before ripping off your bra. He grabbed your breast in his hand, kneading it harshly and running his thumb across your nipple making you moan. “Ya know doll, i love this skirt. So fuckin pretty.” He said as he pushed it up to your hips.

He hooked a finger around your panties before ripping them off. He stuck them in his pocket, for later, he thought. He stuck a finger inside you, making you whine. “Oh poor baby,” he mocked, “is this all you needed? Huh to be fucked dumb? You just couldn’t help yourself could you.” He said before flipping you around to face him.

“Jonathan, please. Please I need you.” He laughed. “Fuckin desperate.” He said linning himself up with you. You closed your eyes as he thrust into you hard. He hissed, “fuckkkk god you’re tight.” He laughed as he pinched your nipple. You mewled.

“And so fuckin sensitive too.” He starting thrusting into you lazily, his eyes closed his head thrown back. You could barely form a coherent thought.

He hit that spot, making you see stars. “Yes! Right there please, dr. Crane.” You started to buck your hips into his, moaning at the sensation. He laughed “where?” He mocked, “here?” He said before thrusting up roughly making you scream.

He started going faster and you could feel your orgasm building. “Fuck keep on squeezing me doll.” He said panting, your hands came up to his hair, pulling him in to kiss you. “Crane. Please im gonna-“

“Hold it,” he said as he started circling your clit. You screamed his name. You could barely think. As you came.

He kept thrusting into you, it was becoming too much. You whimpered. “Pkease dr. Crane, hurts.” “Aww poor thing, is it too much for you?” He started thrusting harder and faster. “I told you not to fuckin cum.”

As he continued to abuse your cunt you felt yourself nearing another orgasm and before you knew it you were coming.

“Fuck, twice? All for me. God you were desperate” his thrust grew sloppier, and you felt him empty into you. He kept thrusting, groaning as he rode out his high. “Crane.” You whimpered as he stilled. He started kissing your neck as you held onto the back of his head.

“God you’re perfect.” He mumbled against your neck.

“I love you.” You whispered.

The end, idk its been a hot minute since ive written, but in honor of Kinktober.

[the-fiction-witch]

The Magic Of Men

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Smut Discussions

Requested: Could you do a Jack Dawkins one where she has no experience and doesn't really know how men work (because it's 1850s and she isn't married lol) but she's curious? Up to you what you do with that :)

I felt insanely awkward about doing this, but... not like I had many other options. I headed up the stairwell of the hospital and up to the little room I knew well. I gave the door a tap, and soon enough his voice answered.

"Come in,"

So I held my breath and headed inside the little room, seeing the usual objects littered about and two figures, Fagin sat in the chair fiddling with something not sure what, and then Jack stood by his wardrobe changing his shirt. Immediately I blushed and looked away, "Hi,"

"Hi Y/n, Just a sec I'll be down." Jack smiled as he got a clean shirt on, "Sorry had to change we had a bloody nightmare of surgery. You ready to go?"

"Actually, I was thinking... Maybe we could stay here tonight?"

"uhhh right, Why?"

"Well given everything with Darius, I figured maybe we could just stay and play cards here tonight. I brought us some cookies to bet with?"

"Aww you're sweet, that's great actually I can't spend any money." He laughed, "Alright piss off Fagin."

"Ohh lovely, I see when I'm not wanted." Fagin complained getting up and shuffling to the door, "Bloody sweet talk to the man who raised you!"

"Out Fagin," he told him again, 

Fagin then left leaving Jack and me alone, 

"You alright?"

"Yeah sorry uhh long day is all..."

"Alright, well get comfy." 

"Thank you," I smiled taking a seat setting my basket down and unpacking it, 

"Ohh did you make pie!?"

"I did,"

"Can I have some?" he asked sheepishly 

"Of course," I smiled cutting him some pie,

"Ummmm! you are an angel you know that." 

I blushed but we started our card game as usual, we played for a good while the whole time I was eager to ask but I didn't want to just jump out the gate with things. But I knew I couldn't wait much longer.

"Jack?" I spoke up breaking the flow of our gentle conversation, 

"Yeah?"

"Can I... Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," he shrugged, 

"Could you tell me, about- Men?"

He froze a moment his eyebrows lowered, his eyes looking at me questionably, "What about men?"

"...Everything,"

"Right..." he began, "why?"

"Well, It's just..." I began, "My mother is getting, insistent on me starting to court, starting to look into me getting married and I know so little about men, how they work, what they like, I have no idea and I'm very confused."

"Men are a mystery" He chuckled, 

"I know, But I just want... some knowledge."

"All right."

"Really?"

"Yeah, can't leave you completely clueless." He smiled, "You're such an innocent little thing, the first man who realizes just how innocent and... naive you are, will take advantage of your lack of information." He explained, 

"They will?"

"Ohh yeah, the first man figures out you don't know what you're doing there's no telling what he'll make you do." He chuckled, "But why are you asking me?"

"Becuase I trust you."

"Do you?" he shot me a look,

"I trust you enough."

"Thanks,"

"Also you know… you're a doctor I imagine you're able to explain it better than the average man”

"Good point, So? You wish to know the magic of men?’

“I do”

“Alright then… Well, how much do you know?"

“Well… I know on the wedding night the lady must lie on her back and open her legs for he husband. And then he will make babies.”

“...that's it?”

"more or less”

“Ohh my god- how does anyone expect you to know what you're doing with that, you sure you aren't told anything else?"

"that if I raise my skirt too high or too low men will be excited”

“...I mean, yeah that kinda is true.” He nodded, "There's more to it but on a basic level I guess... anything else?" 

“Uhhh my mother said if you let a man put his baby goo in your mouth and swallow it you'll have babies growing in your tummy”

"…What!”

“If you let a man-”

“I heard you! I'm just fucking astonished!”

“Is that not true?"

“No! You can't get pregnant like that!”

“Ohh I see… why would my mother like to me?"

"I assume to stop you putting men in your mouth… she tell you anything else?”

“The female orgasm is a myth”

“WHAT! your mother is fucking nuts!" 

"Is that not true?"

"No! I am very VERY sure about that!"

"Ohh..."

"Ohh you poor little thing..." He said, 

"Why?"

"You need an education." He said, "So when a man and a woman love each other very much..."

"Yes?"

"They start to kiss, and cuddle, and tell each other how they feel. And then they may decide to be... Intimate."

"I see," I nodded very eager to learn, 

"And yes when a man sees under a lady's dress he may get... excited." He smirked, "A woman's body is often very exciting for a man to look at, and if he gets excited enough he'll get hard."

"Hard?"

"His... you know."

"His what Jack?"

"you really are innocent aren't you," He chuckled, "Well a man has a cock. most of the time it's just soft and not really anything all that important but when a man gets excited his cock gets hard, It'll stand up and kinda make itself stiff." 

"Ohh... Why?"

"It's all the blood rushing there and causing it to expand and stay stiff, so he can use it for sex."

"Ohh Okay, so it gets hard for sex?"

"Yeah, it gets hard when he's excited and aroused." 

"Okay, then he makes baby goo?"

"Baby goo?"

"Yeah, he gets excited until baby goo comes out."

"... It's called Jizz. or ejaculate. but yeah it makes babies."

"Jizz. makes babies. But not in mouths?"

"No, only in your pussy."

"Pussy?"

"The ... hole between your legs y/n." 

"Ohh my special place." 

"Yeah, you lay on your back, or your side, or you can sit up too there's a lot of options but the main point is he puts his cock inside your pussy, and it feels amazing for both involved and yes you should get an orgasm you both should and when a man orgasms then yes he will Jizz and if it is inside of your pussy there is a RISK not one hundred per cent just a risk that you may get pregnant."

"Hu... Thank you, Jack,"

"You're welcome. See men aren't all that magic and mystical... we are pretty simple, to be honest." 

"What about other than sex?"

"Other than sex? Well yeah if you put a man's cock in your mouth it will also give him an orgasm but you can't get pregnant," 

"Do women get orgasms other than sex?"

"Yeah, they can, a man can use his mouth, or his hands, or even women can do it themselves."

"That's possible?"

"Very possible."

"Can... men do it to themselves?"

"Yes."

"Hu... Then why do you need a wife at all?"

he looked at me and laughed, "Because it's not the same having sex and giving yourself an orgasm isn't the same feeling,"

"Ohhh..." I nodded, "That makes sense,"

"You alright now? Anything else you wanna know?"

"Uhhh... Kinda,"

"Go on then,"

"What does a cock look like?"

"Uhhhh are you serious?"

"I've never seen one before... I'm curious."

"Yeah, I don't exactly have pictures of dicks laying around y/n."

"This is a hospital if anywhere has pictures and diagrams of dicks it's here." 

"No, I don't, sorry Y/n," he chuckled going to lay on his bed for a moment, "I'm rather tired after all that explaining" he yawned, 

"Sorry Jack," I smiled sitting on his bed with him,

"It's fine, I'm happy to explain to you, at least now you're not so naive," 

"I guess now, I'm thankful to be less naive."

"Good, I'm glad I could help." 

For a moment we just sat enjoying one another company as we often did, before I little spark of a whisper popped up in my brain, and I giggled.

"What?"

I smiled and held the skirt of my dress lifting it a little to show my leg all the way up to my knee, Jack's eyes met my skin and a smirk grew across his lips, 

"what are you up to y/n?"

"Just curious."

"Curious?" 

"Umm, I wanna see the magic of men."

"Do you know?"

"Mhm, so? Are you excited?"

"...A little." He smirked, "This what you want?" he asked sitting up and I nodded excitedly, "Alright Y/n, Come on I'll prove to you about the female orgasm" He smirked tugging me into the bed with him, 

[montywithchildhoodtrauma]

More SAMS, MAFS, AND LAES Incorrect quotes to cure my depression.

Earth: When I said you should try being friendlier this isn’t what I meant.

Eclipse, stirring a cup of tea aggressively: Oh, so now I’m TOO friendly? There’s no pleasing you.

Jack, who broke into Eclipse’s apartment an hour ago: Two sugars please.

Eclipse: Coming right up

Eclipse: *Fast forwards all the way through the movie.*

Earth: You can’t just skip to the happy ending!

Eclipse: I don’t have time for their problems.

…

Moon: Why is Monty crying on the floor?

Puppet: He’s drunk.

Moon: And?

Puppet: He saw a picture of Earth’s partner.

Moon: But he’s Earth’s  partner.

Puppet: I know.

…

Moon: Is that… legal?

Old Moon: When there’s no cops around, anything’s legal!

….

O!Moon: I got an idea!

Moon: Does it involve breaking the law?

O!Moon: By now don’t you think that’s a given?

Moon: I was just trying to be optimistic.

O!Moon: Don’t bother.

….

Gemini: *Casually taking four stairs at a time.*

Lunar, falling behind, taking two stairs at a time: Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuc-

…..

Monty: Hey, no, you stay out of this, this is between me and Earth!

Lunar: So Earth knows about this?

Monty, walking away: No, this is between me and me!

…..

Earth: Monty kissed me!

Lunar: Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!

Earth: It was unbelievable!

Lunar: Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!

Sun: Okay, we wanna hear everything. Lu, get some snacks and turn off the tv. Earth, does this end well or do we need tissues?

Earth: Oh, it ended very well.

Lunar: Do not start without me! Do not start without me!

Sun: Okay, alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?

Earth: Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh goodness, and then we just sort of sunk into it.

Sun: Ohh... So, okay, was he holding you? Or were his hands on your back?

Earth: First they started out on my waist and then they slid up and then they were on my face.

Lunar and Sun: Ohhh.

*Meanwhile*

Monty, very out of it and still surprised: And, uh, and then I kissed her.

Foxy: Tongue?

Monty: No, ew.

Puppet: Cool.

…..

Earth: You know, Eclipse, when you generalize, you tell general... lies.

Eclipse: ...

Eclipse: Are you trying to teach me moral lessons through puns?

Earth: Is it working?

…..

Sun: What are you doing here?

Eclipse: I could ask you the same question.

Sun: I live here. This is my house.

Eclipse: I should probably ask you a different question.

….

Earth: You ever see something that changes your life and you’re just like “huh...”

Monty: I saw you.

Earth: Honestly that’s so cute and sweet but it kinda makes this awkward because I was gonna show you a picture of Jack in a turkey costume.

….

O!Moon: Look at the buns on that guy!

Monty: *Lying on the floor, covered in hamburger buns.*

Sun: This is the comedy police! The joke’s too funny!

O!Moon: I’m not going back to jail!

….

BM simps: Bloody is a perfect cinnamon scone who’s never done anything wrong in his entire life!

Everyone else: Never done anything wrong?! He set a city block on FIRE!

….

Overlord Lunar, grinning: Before you were what?

Lord Eclipse: Before I was-

Evil!Sun: What?

Lord Eclipse: Before I was inter-

Overlord Lunar: Before you were interrupted?

Lord Eclipse: Cut me off one more time and I swear I’ll-

Evil!Sun: What?

Lord Eclipse: *makes frustrated sound*

Serrvent Sun, nervously: Stop that. Before he hurts you.

….

Monty: God, I love Earth.

O!Moon: Yeah, you fucking better.

…..

Lunar: What if the person who named Walkie Talkie’s named everything?

Monty: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies.

Puppet: Socks are Feetie Heaties.

Moon: Forks are Stabby Grabbies.

Sun: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties.

Solar: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies.

Earth: Stamps are Lickie Stickies.

O!Moon, annoyed: You are disappointments.

….

[our-marvel-universe]

IRL

Pairing: Jake Jensen x reader

Warnings: Non - just fluff

WC: 1.7k

Summary: You and Jake work together and you're really good friends…but you've never met IRL.

A03 Link

“So…” Missy looks at you raising an eyebrow

“So what?” you ask as you scroll through your inbox

“Next week is the big day, what are you going to wear!?” 

You turn your head giving your friend your full attention.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your long distance work buddy. He starts Monday” your best friend smirks into her coffee cup as you shake your head in disbelief. 

“No, no he doesn’t start for another 2 weeks!” 

“Nope” she says, exaggerating the P, “Change of plans, they asked him to move up his start date so he would be settled in before all the upgrades next month. Which your boyfriend will be heading up.” Miss adds with a smirk. You’re in such shock you don’t even stop to correct her. 

“Lucky for you, your best friend works in HR and can keep you in the loop about these things” Missy is smug as she gives you a wink but you don’t even notice your brain is moving a mile a minute trying to process all this information. He’s going to be here MONDAY. There is only 1 weekend standing between you and…

“Ohh” Missy says, dropping her voice down to a whisper “by the way I reviewed the policies and the two of you are good to go. You can bang as much as you want, although if you bang in the office try not to get caught, the paperwork will be a nightmare for me!”

“Oh my, Missy!” You say slapping her arm “cut it out. Seriously. Last thing I need is for him to think I’m some pervert before he even gets settled in!” You scoff.

Missy, naturally ignores your scolding and continues on her matchmaking mission for you and a certain IT associate. 

“Do you think he’s cuter in person? I bet he’s cuter in person” She muses. 

“Well I wouldn’t know. I don’t even know what he looks like.” You say trying to calm your internal turmoil. 

“Oh I’m well aware I can’t believe you haven’t looked him up I mean you aren’t the slightest bit curious as to” You cut her off before she can finish that thought. 

“I can’t believe he starts next week. More importantly I can’t believe he didn’t tell me!?” I mean why wouldn’t he tell me?”

“Ohh come on, it’s understandable.” Missy says in an attempt to comfort you. I mean he is very busy with a cross country move. He probably forgot. Or figured you’d find out I mean” Missy says as she puts a hand on your shoulder. “The important thing is the guy you’ve been crushing on forever will be working a mere few feet away where you can drool over him in person. Think of how much more vivid your fantasies will be once you see him in person. You can tell a lot about a man from his walk you know.” She says wiggling her eyebrows.

You slap her hand off you and attempt to hold back your laugh, lest you encourage her. How someone with a mouth as filthy as hers ended up in HR you will never know. 

Jake. Jake Jensen will be here in person with you in just a few days. You will finally get to lay eyes on the man you’ve been crushing on for the past 6 months.

You and Jake both worked for the same company, a startup based out of Boston. You work at the office although a lot of your coworkers work remotely from all over the country, including Jake.  

You were first introduced to him 6 months ago when you were having technical problems and he helped you, virtually of course. When you called for help you were lucky enough to have him answer. From the moment you heard his voice you were completely enamored with him. The two of you immediately clicked and not too long after you found yourselves talking outside of work. 

You and him have really gotten to know each other. What started as emails and slack messages eventually turned into texting and talking on the phone late into the night. As much as you liked him, you never brought it up, afraid of not only the “we work together” conundrum but there was also the we live 2,000 miles apart issue. So you let your feelings grow, but never bothered to say anything to him. 

Then a month ago he told you the big news. He was relocating to Boston to be closer to his sister and her kids, which meant he’d be able to work right out of headquarters with you. When he first told you, your heart soared at the possibilities. Being able to see him talk to him face to face, the thought was too much. You are already so smitten with him! And it’s easy over text but…in person..you’re afraid you’ll freeze up. 

Or worse what if he’s not how you imagined? You could have built up this amazing man in your head but what if the real one falls flat? Or worse what if he’s as great as you imagine but he doesn’t like you the way you like him. There are way too many variables. Maybe it would just be better if he stayed where he was!

But that is not an option. No matter what you want he is on his way here. Hell he’s probably already here in the city unpacking his stuff right now. Your heart picks up at the idea he may be near you. 

It’s first thing Monday morning and your day is already awful. You changed outfits 6 times. Yes 6. 4 times last night and then twice more this morning. Despite the cute fit you are wearing you feel a wreck. You were tossing and turning all night, only to fall asleep only moments before your alarm went off. Then to make matters worse, you spilled your coffee, not on your outfit thank god, but still no coffee for you. You didn’t have time to stop for another cup since you were already cutting it close on time.

You are rushing into the building determined to not be late. You completely miss the handsome man in glasses at the front desk trying to check in. 

Missy finds you in the break room attempting to make a cup of tea and is kind enough to let you vent over your terrible weekend and even worse morning.

“Seriously Missy, this day could not possibly get worse and it’s not even 930am. Maybe I should just call it and head home.” you sigh. “I don’t have any meetings scheduled today.  I’ll just tell Carly I’m not feeling well and do the rest of my work from home” 

"Do it. Take care of you…" You love Missy. She may be a little vulgar and definitely NSFW but she was always so supportive of you. 

Firm in your decision. You’re headed back to your desk to write up a quick email to your boss and then head out. 

Turning the corner you slam into what you assume to be a brick wall someone added to the office over the weekend, leading you to drop your drink and fall onto the ground.  

You vaguely hear an “ohh God” through your haze as you try to not completely lose your shit. Looking down you take deep breaths through your nose as you push your tongue into the roof of your mouth in an attempt to keep the tears at bay. 

“Oh my god I am so sorry are you alright!?” 

The person you bumped into crouches down in front of you and you are completely taken aback. 

Turns out the man who made you drop your second beverage of the day was rather handsome and his beautiful blue eyes were trained right on you. 

After triple checking you were ok the man you bumped into ran to get some napkins. He insisted on helping you clean up.

You’re sure he’ll be back in a moment but before he arrives you see Dave from HR walking towards you. 

“Hey what happened here?”

“Ohh there was a bit of an accident. I bumped into someone but he’s going to get paper towels now.”

“Ohh man ok well I was just looking for, Ohh Jake there you are!”

You turn and see your mystery man walking towards you, paper towels in hand. 

“Ohh, hey Dave, sorry I was headed down to find you but..” Jake tapers off while gesturing between you, him and your spill.

“It’s totally fine man. Take your time, no rush! Maybe once you two are done cleaning up and Jake is ready maybe you can show him back to my office?” Dave says, looking directly at you. 

“Ughh yeah, sure” You reply. Your over tired and under caffeinated brain is trying to make sense of everything that’s happening. As you are slowly trying to make sense of things you turn to Jake and see him sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck before he looks over at you. 

“Guess I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Jake, Jake Jensen, IT. I mean I work in IT.” He says sticking out his hand for you to shake. 

You can’t believe it, this is Jake your Jake and he is so handsome and…shaking your head you remember your manners. Shaking his hand you introduce yourself. Jake’s face lights up as soon as you say your name. The two of you stand there holding hands for longer than necessary before you recover and remember to separate. 

You grabbed some paper towels from him and you both start to clean  up.

“You know this is not how I envisioned our first meeting…” You confess.

“I know,” Jake replies “I didn’t think it’d be so easy to sweep you off your feet.”

You laugh out loud at his super lame pick up line. Although you have to admit that line along with that blush has you crushing even harder on your newest coworker. 

A/N - what did you think of these 2? I have been toying around with this fic for a while and there could possibly be a part 2... leave a comment and let me know what you think!

[blackberrysummerblog]

I’m alive! And I’m so grateful to everyone who’s been tagging me—life has been crazy of late but it’s made me really happy seeing the notifications and keeping up with all of your work! Anyway, I have been writing, so I’m sharing a bit of that along with a ton of tags under the cut. And I’m even early this week (it’s still Tuesday where I live)

This first excerpt is from my demon!Baz/merman!Simon CORB:

What I didn't expect was to find him stretched out on his back, arching his spine as if attempting to offer himself up to the mid-afternoon sun.

He smirks when my shadow falls over his face. Simon wiggles his—hips?—in greeting. “You like me," he practically purrs.

"What." In spite of his playful tone, I still can't quite let myself give in.

"You're obsessed," he teases, rolling onto his stomach and rising up on his elbows. “You came back to stare at my scales again."

"Yes, well. They are rather...scaly," I finish lamely. "You're a true freak of nature, fish-boy."

"Simon," he corrects me, then looks back over his shoulder as he lifts his tail and fans out its spectacular fins. "And I'm not a freak. I'm a wonder."

And a bit from the other CORB that I get to do—hopefully this one is ok but I feel kind of vulnerable about it:

It’s warm in the bedroom; someone’s lit the fire already, and it casts a lovely golden glow around the room’s red furnishings. I shuck my jacket and kick my shoes off as I pull my shirt over my head, stumbling a bit, and then unfasten my trousers and kick them away as well. Socks follow. Should I take my pants off?

I hear footfalls on the stairs down the hall and rush to jump up on his—our—bed. We’ve been living together long enough that I think of the Hackney Wick flat as ours, so I guess this gargoyle-covered nightmare in Hampshire is as much mine as his. I’ve been tied to it enough. Baz, too, sometimes. When he’s in the mood.

“There you are.” Baz gives me a predatory grin as he shuts and spells the door behind him. His three-piece suit is understated, for him—a deep, inky blue tailored so close to his body that I’m not sure I won’t have to cut him out of it. Merlin, the sight of him. I lean back on my hands and let one leg hang over the edge of the bed, the other pulled up as though I’d meant to sit cross-legged. I hear him suck in a ragged breath and I half-close my eyes in an attempt to look come-hither.

“You told me to be here,” I rasp. Crap, my mouth is still dry as a bone.

Baz steps over to the pitcher at the side of his bed and pours a glass of water. Slowly, carefully, he holds it up to my lips and lets me drink my fill. “Ohh, that was good,” I sigh happily, licking the last drops from my lips.

“More?”

“Not of water, no.” I give him what I hope is a suggestive smile, although from what I’ve seen practicing in the mirror, I probably just look a right git.

Lastly, a bit of my crucible marriage fic, which I’m still working on:

“Twat.”

“Moronic numpty.” It takes effort not to flick his nose, but I manage. The way he’s glaring at me is too good to ruin with cuteness.

“Stuck-up tosser.”

“Idio—” And then Snow pounces, literally pounces, on me, and I let him knock me to the blanket. Of course I do; it’s like a dream come true. At first I’m not sure if he’s actually angry and planning to thump me, but in between little huffs of breath he’s laughing, so I concentrate on letting him think he can pin me without making it too obvious that I’m not using my full strength. Simon pushes my wrists beside my face and grins down with such self-satisfaction that I hate to spoil the illusion, but my pride won’t let him have this so easily. I push a knee up under his chest and twist, flipping us both so that he’s left spluttering beneath me.

“Let me go!”

“Let you—you’re the one who jumped on me!” I shove Snow’s hands above his head and hold them there with my forearm as I take his chin in hand and give his head a little shake. His eyes gleam with defiance and then grow soft, eyelids fluttering nearly shut. Letting my guard down, I drift closer, closing my eyes and parting my lips…

“Prat!” Snow surges up and takes hold of my shoulders, turning me before I can regain my balance. He laughs as we struggle and then begin rolling down the hill, because he’s an idiot who twisted us so that we would roll down the hill. He wraps one arm tightly around my waist, his other hand at the back of my head.

Have a great week everyone! It’s been so long that I’m going to go a bit bananas with the tagging: @prettygoododds, @palimpsessed, @wellbelesbian, @facewithoutheart, @raenestee, @thewholelemon, @nausikaaa, @bazzybelle, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @aristocratic-otter, @imagineacoolusername, @supercutedinosaurs, @iamamythologicalcreature, @rimeswithpurple, @ileadacharmedlife, @hushed-chorus, @aroace-genderfluid-sheep, @fucking-gay-frogs, @valeffelees, @theotherhufflepuff, @nightimedreamersworld, @artsyunderstudy, @cutestkilla, @stardustasincocaine, @ghostpepperworld, @c0nsumemy5oul, @shrekgogurt, @larkral, @letraspal, @fatalfangirl, @onepintobean, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @ebbpettier, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @j-nipper-95, @fucking-gay-frogs, @alleycat0306, @aceumbrellaheroes, @forabeatofadrum, @youarenevertooold, @thewholelemon, @confused-bi-queer

[beastyboyxx]

Mantis Blades (Pt. 2) ★★★

Summary: After street fighting some goons your mantis blades begin to jam. You decide to pop in and visit the Night City’s best ripper out there. Viktor. And he’s not too excited about you coming in beaten again.

Warnings: Dialogue Heavy, Romance, MLM, Reader Referred To As “Kid/Princess/Boy”, Kinky Viktor, Forceful Viktor, Strapped down, Reader speaking in broken sentences, Begging, Viktor watching, Sex machine, Reader getting taught a lesson, Overstimulation, Taking Pictures, Blackmail, Fucked Dumb, Anal Sex.

Characters: Viktor Vector

Category: One-Shot (Two part series)

Series: Cyberpunk 2077

Word Count: 975

I couldn’t believe what was happening. Viktor watching me while I was strapped down to this damned table as the machine worked its magic.

He was like a devil behind those glasses. A sinful side I never thought I’d see from the greatest ripper in Night City. Jesus did I love it with every sick and twisted desire.

“V— Vik. Pl— Please…! It’s too much…!” The machine that was wrapped around my sensitive length was practically sucking the life outta me. It was some preem fleshlight of some sort. Attached to a metal arm that stretched down from the ceiling. Assuming its original use was for Viktors usual work.

“Just relax. Eventually you’ll tire yourself out.” Viktor sat comfortably in his chair. Arms crossed and eyes fixated on my cock being worked.

“Fuck off! You… you don’t— Aagh! Don’t get it!” My head rolled back. Fingers digging into the chair’s armrests. Inhaling sharply at each second the machine slid down my cock just do roll back up.

“Trust me I do. I’ve strapped myself in that thing before.” Viktor pushed his glasses up. Rolling his chair over towards his desk. A few things were being moved around. I couldn’t see what he was doing.

Viktor rolled back. Standing up with something in hand. It was a phone.

“Vik—? Wh- Ohh fu—uuuck!”

“Shhh princess. This’ll be my way of getting you to sit down and lay back once in a while.” The camera snapped. Flash and all.

“Every time you decide you’re invincible, I’ll threaten to use this.” Viktor showed me the photo. “As blackmail.”

“Fuck off asshole— Nngh! Hahh…!”

“Jus’ a few more minutes of this. Then we’ll move on.” Viktor flicked the machine. Rewarding him with a shaken horse moan from me.

Viktor wasn’t lying when it came to his words. Everything he said he meant it. It was only a few minutes left, but a ‘few minutes’ after feeling this for about thirty was utter madness. The machine would change its speed and movement.

From running up and down at relentless speeds to slow and edging was driving me crazy. It’d twist, suck, and vibrate. Who knows how Viktor decided he would create such a thing.

It felt like forever until finally Viktor pulled the machine off. Strings of my slick stuck from the base of my head to the hole of the plastic nightmare.

“God… you’re a monster… y’know that.” I strung out each word in breathless pants. My mind was fleeting into a fogged mess. Tears pricked at my eyes from the overwhelming sensation. I could only hope the sight of my state would satisfy Viktor enough to shut it down and let me go.

Viktor looked down. One hand rubbing at his chin as he thought. “Finally ready to give yourself a break?”

“Yes.. yes I swear— I promise…”

“Atta boy. Here, let’s get these off.” Viktor stepped up to a tablet. Typing in a few things before the metal clasps opened and the metal arm recoiled back up into the ceiling.

I tried to sit up only for Viktors strong hand to force me back down onto the chair. My eyes met with his own, a look of shock washed across my face as I laid my eyes on Viktors bare chest. The ripper tossing his button up off to the side in his workshop.

“Think I’m finished?” Viktor chuckled, a brow raised. His grip on my hips as I was tugged closer to him. “Poor boy.”

“Vik… Vikky…”

“You’re lucky I didn’t leave you in that thing for a few hours. Who knows what it would’ve done to that poor mind. Hm?” Viktor positioned himself with his clothed crotch near his prize.

“Jesus kid… I hate how much you make me just want to ruin you. Ironic for a ripper. Huh?”

Viktors eyes peered over his glasses. His gaze sent shivers down my spine. It was cold but flicked with genuine care. The doc bent down, inching close to my face.

“Let’s fuck you till that head spins. Ripperdoc’s recommendation. And a full discount too, on the house.”

Viktor worked his pants off. Quickly and efficiently. It wasn’t long until he was completely naked. His cock standing at attention. And his tattoos on full display.

My state was sloppy. Vision a bit hazy but just able to see enough. And feel enough. Viktor pulled me in, his hands at my sides as he began to slowly push his way inside. Inch by inch. He was toying with me.

Not long after I felt that overwhelming heat of my body demanding more. It was all so blurred but Jesus I felt it all. Viktors cock siding in and out. Hearing our breathes, groans, and other sounds of lust. Viktor changed my position so I was now laying on my side, all while not fleeting in his thrusts. His hand, resting at the top, dug into my side.

…

It felt like ages. Every second that passed drove me more into a dumbed out mess. Viktor knew that full and well.

Finally. One final grip of skin, loud groans, hands trying to hold onto any surface. Viktor finished inside, most likely from an hour of fucking.

“Think you’ll be taking that break now princess?” Viktor patted my side. He can be so caring yet so cruel.

“Fuck… you think…?” I rolled my eyes. Exhausted from what had just took place. My body ready to take a break. All thanks to the Night City’s best ripper.

My mind began to flicker. Sleep settling in under my eyes and throughout my body. Suddenly I heard a shutter and the voice of Viktor chuckling to himself.

Part 1

[rayrayvan]

Out of time

Shuri x fem! reader

Angst to fluff

“You can’t just push me away Shuri, we have to work it out like we always do,” You told her, feeling sad and agitated about how she could just push you away like that “Well I have to, cause we are done,” Shuri told you before she ran out of your room.

You stood there, feeling lonely and still processing what happened to the both of you. Yesterday both of you were happy, laughing in each other’s embraces and making plans for your future. Now, yesterday was like a dream and you wished that you should’ve never woken up. Tears were slowly falling down your face, you look down and saw the ring she gave you. The ring that means “You’re going to be my wife”, used to be filled with joys and dreams now filled with void and sadness.

As you slowly took in what happened, your knees slowly started to feel weak and something was stuck in your chest that made it harder for you to breathe. So as your knees weakened, you tried to hold onto the nearest table just for it to fall with you, breaking the vase in the process. You rested your palm on your chest, holding the ring close to your heart as you sobbed, unknowingly that your hand was wounded by the pieces of the broken vase.

That happened three months ago, the day that filled a huge void in your heart. You look down at the scar that lay there on your wrist. You thought that would end your life, but luckily Aneka found you that time and quickly took you to the infirmary.

You were currently riding your car yet again to attend one of the UN’s press conferences. Shuri might have broken your heart and engagement but you are still their ambassador. So as your driver announced you have arrived, you were about to go out when you saw a familiar face, it was Okoye and that alone made you freeze. You know that she’s here, the woman you love is here, the woman who also happened to break your heart is the same person you love as much as your own life. So you took a minute to breathe and faked a smile as you got out of your vehicle, reports called your name and you rushed inside since it was almost time.

As you arrived inside, you saw Shuri and Okoye about to approach you but you went straight into the conference room to avoid them as much as possible. Both Shuri and Okoye decided to just go inside the room and find their respective seats.

You were at front of the room talking to different representatives. You saw Shuri getting up to approach you. As she arrived, she stood beside you “Ambassador Y/L/N good day” She told you and reached for your hand to shake but you kept it firm at your side “Good day My Queen” You politely told her. “My lady, may I speak to you after the conference?” She asked you and you smiled at her before nodding.

The conference was about to begin, with you being the one to open and address yet another invasion that happened at one of the facilities. As you were speaking your opening lines, someone shouted to get out, but you were too late.

Shuri scrambled to help you only to find you crushed between large chunks of drywall. “Y/N!” Shouted Shuri when she found you, bleeding on the floor. “Ohh my own heart please be awake” Shuri crawled to get you. She cupped your pale face “No no no, not again. No, you can’t die, I’m sorry my love. Wake up my love please help is on its way, hold on for me” She practically begged but you whispered “I love you” before your vision went completely black.

Shuri woke up in the middle of the night and when she saw you were not on your side of the bed, she quickly scrambled outside to see if her nightmare wasn’t true. Okoye spotted Shuri’s panicked expression and quickly asked “What seems to be the matter princess?” Okoye holds Shuri’s shoulder “Where is my wife?” Shuri angrily asked the general.

When Okoye was about to answer, you popped outside from the kitchen “What is all the shouting about?” You asked tiredly and rubbed your eyes to adjust to the light. You were shocked when Shuri embraced you and squeezed you too tightly “Thank Bast it wasn’t true,” She said, relief lacing in her words. You excused Okoye and hugged your wife lovingly. “What is wrong my love?” You asked her because you were kind of puzzled and worried why she would be running to you with panic in her eyes. “I thought I lost, I thought I broke the engagement and when I asked you to come back to me I thought you died. I thought I was out of time” She explained when her face was buried in your hair. “It’s the first time you had experienced a nightmare since we’ve been together, my love I assure you there wasn’t and hasn’t been an accident. I’ve practically always been here. Now let’s go to the kitchen, I’ll fetch you some water. You must be thirsty from all that crying.”

You guided her to the kitchen and let her sit down. You immediately went to fetch her some water. “My love here, drink this” You handed her some water and sat beside her. After drinking the water you gave, she held your hands and her eyes stayed glued to the gold band that rested adoringly “Y/N I love you” She whispered and you were about to reciprocate but she continued “more than anything and I can’t lose you like how I lost you in my dream” She looks up to stare at your eyes “Shuri I love you than life itself” You quickly jumped in her arms. And both of you hugged each other. Afraid of letting go of one another and that night was spent passionately showing each other’s love and devotion for one another.

[gabykatttt]

Veneer’s secret

Chapter 1

Veneer what’s with your face why do you have a rusty moody vibe face? Velvet asked.

I’m sorry it’s just he’s getting pale Veneer said

Don’t worry little bro he’s fine say you wanna buy a yacht? Velvet asked.

No I’m not in the mood Veneer said.

Okay suit yourself Velvet said walking out the studio.

Finally I’m alone Veneer said looking at Floyd who getting pale and starving.

Don’t worry little guy I have some food for you to eat Veneer said pulling out some skittles. He unscrewed the cap of the diamond perfume and let Floyd out to eat his food.

Floyd started eating the skittles while Veneer watched and smiled.

You must be really hungry since Velvet brought you here Veneer said smiling at the troll.

Floyd looked up and nodded still eating. Veneer sat down started singing.

Veneer 🎶🎤

All my greatness

It doesn't come for free

All my talent

It doesn't grow on trees

Take a breather

Then take it all away

If the top is where you wanna stay

You gotta work hard

To make it look it easy

You gotta live fast

To keep makin' that money

If you want to be as famous as me

You gotta work, gotta work, gotta work

Watch me work

Oh yeah yeah ohh mmmm

Floyd🎶🎤

Haters wanna be me or be with me

Yeah, they're f-f-freakin', yeah, they're freakin' out

I just keep on workin', lurkin', smirkin'

When they think that I'm peakin', never peakin' yeah

Veneer and Floyd 🎶🎤

All my greatness

It doesn't come for free (ooh)

All my talent

It doesn't grow on trees

Take a breather (yeah)

Then take it all away

Veneer 🎶🎤

If the top is where you wanna stay yeah

Veneer and Floyd 🎶🎤

You gotta work hard

To make it look it easy

You gotta live fast

To keep makin' that money (ooh)

If you want to be as famous as me

You gotta work, gotta work, gotta work

Watch me work

Veneer 🎶🎤

Ooh, ooh

Ooh

Ooh, ooh

Go ahead and watch me work

Ooh, ooh

Ooh

Ooh, ooh

Go ahead and watch me work

If the top is where you wanna stay yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah ohh yeah

Emm.

Did I just sing with a high note? Veneer asked covering his mouth.

Not to mention you sing perfectly without my talent Floyd said smiling.

Well I have my own talent Veneer said as he heard footsteps coming.

Shit my sister’s back quick get in the diamond bottle.

Floyd nodded as Veneer put Floyd back in the bottle and screwed the cap back on.

I’m back little bro Velvet said.

Okay Veneer said looking at Floyd.

Don’t worry Floyd this will be over soon I promise Veneer said worrying about Floyd.

I know it will Floyd said throughout the bottle.

Veneer smiled as Velvet entered the studio.

Did the troll got away? Velvet asked.

No he was there the whole time Veneer said letting out a sigh.

Okay good now come on we got an interview Velvet said.

Okay Veneer said looking at Floyd one last time before leaving.

I’ll save you from this nightmare Veneer said exiting the studio.

[noturstargurl]

Jacob elordi, fanfic story, movie star falling in love with a fan trope, cheesy. Sweet.

Imagine yourself. Change the name to yours if you please, enjoy a fantasy.

Jacob sees you. Part 1

Your friend Lilly calls you, telling you about a early screening of ‘Passionate Apprentice’

Starring Jacob elordi and Austin butler.

[You had a small crush on Austin during the Carrie dairy days, and was happy to see him being cast in films after elvis.]

“I know right, Jacob and Austin apparently had issues during filming which led to Jacob walking off set at some point. which led to the films delay. So I pick you up?” -Lilly

As shy you are you, at least it’s at dark theatre and you can dress comfy

“Ohh wow. hmmm Sure… yes!”

You throw on your favorite shirt with the art work of the nightmare before Christmas on it paired with cute jeans & a tote bag, grab the book ur reading Wuthering Heights and ur off.

When you both arrive to your surprise a smaller yet beautiful theatre, with everyone dress up to the 9s “great” I said looking down at my shirt.

“haha don’t worry. There wasn’t a dress code! the lights will down soon” lily

Lilly gets to chatting with some of her journalists friends.

As i walk around the room full of people in suits, girls dressed up in the most prettiest clothes I’ve seen. Looking around for Austin no sigh of him, so i go to get coffee since snacks aren’t allowed. there was a fancy cafe stand right out the threatre, as ur waiting for ur black coffee a tall man comes close beside you.

“hi ya, can i have a black coffee with extra espresso shot on ice” he says.

Without looking at him i say “oh wow ur gonna be up all night” with a sweet smile.

expecting him to only giggle, he says “I’ve been up all night already I need all the help.”

He laughs softly… “lovely shirt by the way”

You turn and look up at him “oh -thank ..oh your Jacob!”

“Haha hi yes I’m Jacob, nice to meet you. What’s ur name dear?” -jacob In a deep Aussie accent that’s been faded out but still there.

“Oh I’m Sarah, nice to meet you “ I shyly say and look down at his fancy shirt. His eyes heavy on me but from that point I couldn’t look at him, then I say “your dressed so lovely”

I just hear a soft laugh “thank you, I can’t take credit. I was sent this to wear and give back” -Jacob said.

“Oh still that’s better than what I have on” I say ..feeling so shy in front of him.

“Are you kidding me? I have nightmare before Christmas shirts, that’s one of my favorite films. it’s a comfort to me..” - Jacob says looking down at me his eyes so sweet.

“Oh wow *feeling his eyes on u* that’s my favorite ever, I love it so much. I have the toys and everything” thinking I should be more calm and cool like he is.

Both our coffees come at this time we both say thank you at the time. we hear a person saying 5 minutes till the film starts to take our seats.

“Oh omg I have to go” I said as if he didn’t have to go as well.

“Hehe, ya dear likewise, I see ya later in there ?” He says softly.

“Yes, see u later nice meeting you” I say thinking he’s just being nice and of course I won’t see him again.

He takes my right hand into his palm, his hands so big compare to mines yet he was so gentle..

“nice meeting you little Sarah”

As I make way to sit beside lily “where have you gone off to?”

Still thinking about him calling me “little Sarah”

“Oh huh hmm, I met Jacob elordi! Getting coffee, He was really sweet..”

“Shit! Sarah!” Lily loud enough for people to turn to us jacob as well. he was with Austin and others. He looked at us and smiled.

“Sorry” lily says quietly.

“I’ll tell you more later” I said with red cheeks. looking I can see the back of Jacob’s head, I could’ve sworn he turned around to meet eyes right before everything went black. the film starts.

As the credits roll, The lights turn on, as chairs are being brought for the cast and director to sit,

“Omg is a q&a happening you didn’t tell me this!”

I hadn’t expected to feel so shy from Jacob. the whole film I spent looking to the back of his head like an idiot, and when I did pay attention it was boring. Jacob was like a star shining in it though.

“I didn’t think it was important enough because these things are usually 15-30 minutes” lily says as her mouth opens “Sarah . I think. Jacob elordi is looking at you”

My heart dropped. I turn to look up at Jacob sitting there staring at me with his brown eyes shaped so perfectly.

I gave a small wave with a soft “Hi”

He does the same, the journalists around us. Some start to whisper “does she know him?” “Who is she?”

[pigeonstab]

Ohh the bittys being a more open and vulnerable self of their counterparts is actually a really neat idea. New ways to embrass poor crossy. Lol.

Like i imagine bitty cross just going for the cuddles when he really neads one, butting his little head at the patting Hand or starting to let out cute lil purrs. Everyone looking first shocked then amused and then giving big cross a ratger funny look like saying "want some too?" and cross just looking in mortification.

Or bitty cross trying to take care of them by asking question where they hurt or what he can do to help or giving them things he thinks will help them out? And everyone be like "awww criss cross actually caring about us? How sweet~" and cross just flipping them off with a blush.

Or bitty cross being a good boi trying to help out. At ecample in the kitchen when horror cooks by getting him things he need or watching over that horror doesn't miss the timing in case he gets a memory laps or something. Or bitty cross doing the cutest kitten sneezes and everyone just thinking he cute. Cross never gets a break. And pats, lot of them.

Or bitty cross spending time with nightmare who lets him move his tendrils into a nest to chill in when he feels to warm or tired out or bit sickly. Maybe nm unconciously patting his head, when cross just comes into the office to give his report on a Mission and his mind stops working by watching that scene crumbling into a embrassed mess by his smaller counterpart using nm, his boss, like a cooling pad or something.

Lololol. Cross just being *hiding himself into the void of his hood, a lilac light glowing out* STOP HUGGING ME I DONT NEED CUDDLES! I'M STRONG I CAN DO THINGS ON MY OWN! I'M A SOLDIER, I'M NOT CUTE! LIES I DO NOT LIKE U IDIOTS!" or something along the lines. Maybe. He just shy baby.

I could imagine that the more bitty cross grows on them the others feel compelled to spoil him a lil giving him lil gifts like a cookie or New tiny cool (fluffy) clothes or toys when he bored or idk. Things. Maybe not often but from time to time at least. And perhaps they sometimes play or read him too, spending time with him cuz they actually enjoy being togethet ecen if they fight a lot. And by doing all that, they trying to tell cross he can just be a bit more open. He will get to teased to hell and back. But they want deny if he needs something. They accept him. Cuz at the end of day, as much as they all avoid admitting it and being broken in their own way, they feel as family.

Just some thoughts i had wgen reading ur previous reply. Asdtozitdg they so ADORABLE! Anyway even if u created it just by a whim i'm very happy u did!!! They so cute to play with and thinking about scenarios. Thanks for bringing it to the world. 🥰🥰🥰🤗 i adore them dearly!

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Haha, I'm glad something I made could have that effect, bitties as a concept are rlly fun to play with I think. And really, they're just so darn cute.

[arc-misadventures]

Hot Blonde Copper AU what is Jaune's job?

The Dress Maker

Coco: So, what is she like~?

Jaune: A hot blond cop, what else can I say about her?

Coco: Oh come on now, handsome, there has got to be more then that!

Jaune: I’ve got her number while she was on the job, there isn’t much room for us to get to know one another there, that’s what this date is for.

Coco: You got a cops number while she was on the job? Oh, you have got to tell me how that was done~!

Jaune: Haa… Okay… Hello, Officer I’m about to commit a robbery!

Coco: Ohh~! How bold to say yhat in front of an officer. So tell me then, what did you plan on stealing?

Jaune: Her heart.

Coco: …

Coco: So she’s a sucker for cheesy pickup lines, eh~?

Jaune: She said so herself when she gave me her number.

Coco: Well it worked, so I can’t really complain whether, or not it was bad.

Velvet: What are you talking about! I would have been over the moon if someone said that to me!

Coco: Y-You would…?!

Velvet: Yeah! I love romantic puns like those~!

Coco: GAH?!!

Jaune: Told you~!

Coco: Grrr! If I had know, I would have used them!

Jaune: I believe you said: “My Bun-Bun is too classy for something so childish for that!” Then we made a bet on whether, or not she did; of which, pay up.

Coco: Grrrr… They’ll be a hundred dollar bonus in your next pay check, happy!

Jaune: I’d prefer it now, but okay.

Coco: Haa… Velvet! Coffee, my usual!

Velvet: What’s the magic word?

Coco: Please my darling little, Bun-Bun?

Velvet: Coming right up~! You want anything, Jaune?

Jaune: Got any peach juice?

Velvet: I have some, I’ll get it for you it in a bit.

Jaune: Thank’s Vel!

Coco: So, anything else you can tell me about your copper?

Jaune: You’ll find out when we meet tomorrow for our date.

Coco: Do I get a spot at the table?

Jaune: No, Velvet made sure it was a seat for two. I’m saying this, because you will no doubt be behind the counter, making coffee as you spy on us anyway.

Coco: I wouldn’t do that to you!

Jaune: But, you did do that to, Velvet… how many times was it; six, seven times??

Coco: …

Coco: So this dress… Do you think the bra straps are too wide on it, or…?

Jaune: Seven it is… Hmmm… Well, if it’s for someone with a smaller bust size it would be too big, but it might be too small for someone with a larger bust size… This is a ‘Bust Dress,’ you know what they’re like, Coco.

Coco: I know, but this is such a gorgeous design, I want to see someone wearing it!

Jaune: Well… then you know what we need then…

Coco: Of course I do~!

JC: Someone to fill the dress~!

Jaune: Haa… This is my second least favourite part of working for you, Coco. I hate finding that person for that dress, or that suit. It’s a nightmare!

Coco: I thought hated scouting for talent the most?

Jaune: That’s when you use me as a model…

Coco: But, you look so good when I dress you up~! Oh! Maybe your, Copper friend would be a good model!

Jaune: I don’t know about the rest of her, but she has a great ass…

Coco: What was that?

Jaune: Nu…?!

Velvet: He said she has a great butt!

Coco: Oh-ho! Do we have a potential booty-short model then~!

Jaune: Ahhh! Curse you, and your adorable ears, Velvet!

Velvet: Tee-Hee~!

Jaune: Stupid cute bunny rabbits…

Coco: Hey! Hands of my Bunny!

Velevt: I wouldn’t mind really…

Jaune: Eh…?

Coco: EH?!

Velvet: What?

[isha-4b2]

Do you remember?

Movie: the maze runner

Couple: reader x newt

Warning: smut, fluff ig, unprotected sex, anoying minho.

*it about newt wants to know about you and him before the maze and he gets to know on a very very fun way. ( this is my first time writing yk smut so sorry if it sucked)

YOUR POV

You were working in the gardens with your lovely boyfriend newt today. Honest... he looked hot .. just so hot. Not forget to mention it was like 1000 degrees so him being shirt-less wasn't helping very much. Your were so caught up in your own tought that you didn't realise you were staring.

N: enjoying the view love

He said with a wink..

When you shot out your daydream you felt your cheeks burning and turning bright red.

N: aw no need to getting flusterd love.

Y/n: ohh shut up asshole

N: what did i do wrong?? You were the one staring

Y/n: well stop being so goddamn handsome and i will stop staring!

You said with a sight smile..

You saw newt turning pink and you were about to tease him for it but you were cut off by a anoying, sassy rather i say teasing minho.

M: ohhh get a room you two

Y/n: shut up minho

M: someone is in a bad mood. Newt i let you handle your lovely girlfriend. Y/n always a pleasure to see you.. newt my man get it!!

He said sending newt a wink. And with that he walked away.

NEWT POV

The moment minho walked away i stepped closer to y/n. "Gosh isn’t she the most cutest thing you ever saw" i said to myself. She was just getting back to her work but i just couldn’t look away. The way she makes a difficult face when she can't get the tomato out of the ground it just so adorable. I zoned out and was lost in my own thoughts i couldn’t help but wonder if we were something before the maze. I never thought about it i mean we felt the conection the moment she came up. We were one of the gladers that were the longest here along with alby. I knew she was different but did we had something before?.. i didn't knew. I really wanted to know tho so i maybe i should ask thomas, we grew lose and i knew he was having visions of the time before the maze.

N: y/n, love do you know were thomas is?

Y/n: i dont know maybe in the maze suckface you made him a runner.

You said laughing at him for forgetting.

N: oh yeah right.

He said laughing with you.

Y/n: why tho.. it there something bothering you??

What am i going to say should i tell her?? What if she things im doubting our relationship.. would she leave me..

N: nope im perfectly...

I was about to finish my sentence when a saw thomas and ben running out of the maze.

(Pretend like ben wasn't stung..)

Y/n: newt you were saying...??

She ask with a questioning tone.

N: nothing thomas is back im gonna talk with him i finished my work so just scream when your done.

With that i walked over to thomas and i saw that y/n was looking at me with a weird look. I brushed it off. and approached thomas.

T: newtt whats up..

N: hey thomas i just kinda have a question.

T: well shoot it.

N: its about the visions you get.. how do you like get them...

T: well usually its a dream... well nightmare i guess. But i think its about being in the moment..

N: oh well thank you.

T: why do you ask is there something??

N: i just wanna know things about me and y/n before the maze you know.

T: ahhh i get it i wanted it with theresa it worked when we you know got intimate.

N: when did you get bloody intimate!! how did you find time!! were did you-. You know what i dont what to know please don't give me details.

T: hahaha but i do know my story with theresa now.

N: thanks thomas i will try it

T: hmm well good luck get it ;)

With that i walked back to y/n and lucky for me she was done.

Y/N POV

The moment newt left i felt something was bothering him. A couple minutes later i was done and saw newt laughing with thomas. What am i lucky to have him. I wanted to go to him but i saw he was already walking over to me. When he was finally here ( his damn limp ) he went for it just like that.

N: y/n i want to have sex with you..

I was damn shocked i mean 4 monthes of a relationship but it wasn't going more than heated make-out sesions. When he realised what he said he turned red no scratch that he turned deep red for shame.

Y/n: newt don't be ashamed its normal don't worry.

I saw him relief a sigh.

Y/n: but so suddendly you were in need to find thomas and then this....

N: i uhmm i just wanted to know about our past before this before the maze...

Y/n: why didn't you tell you know i would've understood.

N: i know i just overthink...

(Tw spicy)

You knew newt had a problem with that it were personal traumas. You saw his face turned to the ground so you grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you. And with that you kissed him loveing and sweet, slow and passionate.    

You felt his tongue beg for entrance but you remembered you were in public and everyone could see you.

"Newt they can see us" you said rather moaning. He didn't care he took his chance to stick him tongue in your mouth when you talked. He grabbed your waist and picked you up. He took you took his hut and wrapped you legs around his middle.  You moaned at the feeling of his now his hard member.

"Love that sound you make love" he said with a groan.

At this moment you just wanted him to take you right there and then. You grabbed his shirt in order to take it off. He let you undress him while he was undressing you (i dont know if that posibble just imagine). When you were both naked he looked at you.

"Are you 100% sure love cause i might think i can't stop if you dont stop me here."

You let out a chuckle and say "i never was so sure about something."

And with that he enterd you with a moan from you and a groan from him he let you adjust to him. You really needed him to move

" newt please move" you say as you couldn’t take it.

And that was his sign he pushed himself in and out you at a steady pace. " bloody hell woman you feel so good" he said. You never felt so good.

NEWT POV

I was so happy she felt so good i got want i wanted. I felt her become tight around me so i knew she was there. I trust and i felt it to. My trust became sloppy and our noises fill the room. I was so desperate and i closed my eyes. But i didn't expect to see what i saw. We were in a lab... i saw y/n she was looking at me. I took her with me i saw walls im telling her something.

N: please remeber me im next to go i will not see but i will wait y/n i love you so much and then i kissed her.        

And went back to reality. I saw the position we were in and y/n her closed eyes. She said my name and i feel her loseing up. And ride our highs out. I walked over to to my hammock and layd us down and wrapped my arm around her. We were catching our breathes when she askes me "did you saw it to?" She ask a litte out of breath. I did love, i did... we loved.. well i loved you before this all." I said because i didn't heard her say it back.

"Newt i loved you to im so happy i remebered we loved eachother before and we always will."

" i promise as long as i will live"

and with that said you both fell a sleep in eachother arms.