#sometimes i feel like. i actually shouldn't ever ask for any help. unless it's something really minor that wouldn't be distressing to anyon

[entiqua]

I love your artstyle!! Do you have any tips for drawing?

thank you so much! i'm really happy you like it!!💗 as for tips, what i would say would change drastically depending on what kind you're looking for, but some very general ones:

draw what you love and want to see most, regardless of whether anyone else wants to see it. if you don't enjoy what you're drawing it'll never come out as good or genuine as something your whole heart and soul is in. i mean you'd think this would be a no-brainer but sometimes i've had to sit back and ask myself 'if no one was ever going to see this except me, would i actually spend time drawing this?' and i was surprised by the answer

that said, it is also completely valid if your motivation for drawing is to draw for other people! there have been plenty of times where i was too artblocked to draw my own ideas but was still able to draw commissions or gifts and enjoyed it simply because making other people happy with my art makes me happy.

don't get too caught up in having a consistent art style. in my experience this 1000% hinders you

having your sense of anatomy degrade over time without you noticing because you keep drawing the same types of characters is a very real thing! if this is a concern to you be sure to draw a variety

follow a billion artists that you like the art of and you will have endless inspiration injected directly into your brain every time you open social media

my favourite practical tip for those who draw at a desk: keep a small mirror next to you at all times. absolute game changer for quickly referencing hands

if you're drawing digitally, make the canvas huge! in my experience this lets you draw messier/faster and you can't tell at all when you zoom out. if you tend to get stuck spending unnecessary amounts of time micromanaging pixels (me💀) keep it zoomed out while drawing

related to the above point, messy drawings can have far more expressiveness in them than neat and polished drawings. nowadays i never do lineart and go straight from 'barebones stickman pose' to 'varying-levels-of-coherent sketch' and use that as my lineart. sweet freedom from the sketch-looks-better-than-the-lineart phenomenon

if your goal is to improve, then you really do have to scrutinize your art, figure out what you're not satisfied with, and commit the time to focusing on it. 'practice makes perfect' kinda rubs me the wrong way because of how much i've seen it interpreted as 'just draw everyday and you'll magically improve' but genuinely it won't get you very far if you don't actively think hard about what you're trying to improve and take the steps to do it. is this a hot take idk. also hand in hand with this, not every artist is trying to improve and you shouldn't feel bad for this! maybe you just wanna make a little headshot doodle of your fave blorbo and that's your only drawing goal ever. awesome. maybe you know your art has flaws but it's passable enough to convey what you want and you're perfectly satisfied with that. (this is the stage i'm usually at). also awesome!

don't hesitate to draw something because you think it's out of your skill level. the worst that can happen if you draw it is that it comes out terribly but you learned something and can always redraw it better in the future. the worst that WILL happen if you don't draw it is that you'll never draw it. and then it will sit in the back of your brain haunting you for years. it's not like i'm speaking from experience or anything aha

look up 'hand stretches for artists' and do them if you draw a lot unless you wish to summon the wrath of the carpal tunnel demons

of course, these may not necessarily work for you, and most importantly(!) these are coming from the perspective of someone who is primarily a hobbyist. some of this won't be practical for people who need to build an audience, maintain a consistent style for work, etc. these are just things that have personally helped me over many years of drawing :)

[crazysodomite]

i think 'reaching out' really doesn't matter to me... i don't really talk to anyone if i don't have a specific topic to discuss (which i think isn't good? but it's how i operate). i think what matters to me is what a person does when i do reach out and ask for support or something.

[strangebiology]

I think a lot of the people in my life who have expressed disgust or disapproval of my interest in/collection of animal remains have come at it first from the perspective of "but diseases!" like regular uncleanliness stigma. the second most common reaction is that interest in/collection of/comfort with animal remains (to be clear, i collect bones and sometimes preserved tails or pelts and these are the objects in question) is... creepy? and, the people who are most disgusted/creeped out are usually people who by and large dont interact with wild animals or livestock. my friends who are vet techs or who hunt or who practice animal husbandry are more or less unfazed.

(Re: What are actual common attitudes towards animal remains?)

Interesting, thank you!

Now, I'm wondering if people mistake personal discomfort for immorality.

I've mentioned my one video that did get some negative comments, showing the slaughter of a reindeer (you can see it here but I have warnings on it for a reason! Blood and death!) And, I think 90% or so (I suppose I could go count them) are more reasonable.

First, people are mad at the assumption that I killed a reindeer (I did NOT kill it, I just filmed it.) Then, the issue is it's being killed for no reason (it was NOT no reason, it's for food.) Then the method is criticized (this is one of the ONLY legal ways to kill them and it's quicker than it looks because of post-mortem spasms.) Then, when those concerns are disproven, the only issue left is "filming and posting it is sadistic." So...killing was no problem, but showing anyone that their meat came from a death was a problem. (Again, I respect if you don't want to see it! So please heed the warnings unless your desire to know how reindeer are killed outweighs your discomfort with watching a death!)

I wonder if sometimes people are overly focused on prioritizing their own 5-second comfort over things that matter a lot more, but are external to them, and they don't really care about others who they are not currently looking in the face of at all.

This isn't a 100% relevant example, but consider the people who don't want to donate their organs after death. A common reason to forgo something that could save and improve lots of lives is "it sounds gross!" Ickiness really should not be a factor in whether or not to save lives--the donor will never see or feel it, but since it's not their own life being saved, the 5-second icky feeling when checking the "donor" box is suddenly more important than the saved and improved human lives.

I know I shouldn't think too hard about one random experience, but I will always remember this one. I was once at a consumer survey thing for a turkey meat brand, where participants tried the meat and said what we thought about the name, taste, packaging, branding etc. We were instructed to circle what we liked on the branding and cross out what we didn't like.

One participant crossed out the part where it said "humanely raised." I asked if she had made a mistake, or...does she feel like the label is disingenuous or something...? Surely she's pro-humane treatment of animals, right??

"No," she said. "I don't want them to do that. I don't want to think about their lives when I'm eating them, and they don't need to be humane to animals that are going to die anyway." Most of the group agreed. I couldn't help but point and say "YOU'RE gonna die anyway!"

That may have been the first time I encountered a group of people shamelessly agreeing that they would rather animals suffer unnecessarily than think for one second that the animal whose body they are using/eating was ever even alive. Because not feeling guilty about something was infinitely more important to them than any amount of suffering that someone else might experience.

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

Skin

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Summary: There are times when you need Elizabeth to consume you

Disclaimer: SMUT! NSFW! Also, English is not my first language.

MASTERLIST

You squirmed, whimpering when the fingers inside you moved. It wasn’t enough to allow you any relief whatsoever - in fact, it only made things worse - but you needed to move or you would actually go insane. You tried to play it off as an accidental movement, a moment where you tried to adjust your knee and your leg slipped, but you knew you had done a poor job when your girlfriend arched one eyebrow at you.

"Do I need to restrain you, baby girl?"

Her voice was like liquid fire running down your veins. Deep, husky, sexy. It made your head spin and a shiver ran down your spine. It made you want to moan, to try to move your hips again, to scream in frustration. You didn’t, though, because you knew she wouldn’t allow you to cum if you acted like a brat.

"No, ma'am," you replied with a shudder in your voice.

"Behave then, baby."

To add more intent to her words, Elizabeth grabbed a handful of your ass cheek. She didn’t pull you closer, nor did she push you down on the fingers that were inside you, but you felt her nails digging into your skin and that alone made your eyes roll back before you could stop yourself. You were sitting on her lap, open legs and knees resting on the cushions of the couch, naked from your waist down and wearing only a tank top on your upper body, two of Elizabeth’s fingers buried deep inside your cunt and a fog in your head induced by pleasure. Elizabeth, on the other hand, was sitting on the couch as relaxed as she never did, fully clothed and smirking at you while her green eyes kept focused solely on your expression. She was watching you as if you were her next meal, something you wouldn’t complain about.

The problem was that you were in that same position for God knows how long now. It felt like ears, albeit you had the piece of mind to know it couldn’t be more than an hour or your legs would already give out on you. However, Elizabeth has been edging you for a while, leaving you desperate and needy at the same time you knew your best option was to wait for her to get tired instead of trying to sneak another wave of pleasure.

Every once in a while, Elizabeth would curl her fingers inside you or prompt you to ride her fingers for a few seconds. She would draw some moans out of you and then she would stop before you reached your peak. And you knew you weren’t allowed to complain.

You shouldn't. That was the agreement. That was the first thing you established after you admitted there was something inside you that wanted to be possessed by her. Devoured. Ruined.

If things got too much, you could ask her to pause or stop, of course, but you weren’t supposed to complain and you couldn’t beg unless she told you to. That was the power dynamic that had made you cum countless times before.

(You wondered, even for a second, if people would ever believe that the woman who spent her free time tending to her garden, picking up strawberries and grapes, was the same woman that made those things with you behind closed doors. Well, sometimes not behind closed doors too.)

For now, you kept sitting on her lap, praying to any god that might exist that your girlfriend would get tired soon. You were dripping down between your legs, you knew she could feel it on her thighs, and you didn’t think you could get wetter than you already were, although you were proven wrong many times now. Your body was begging for a very needed release and you were kind of afraid of how hard it would hit you once Elizabeth decided to stop her teasing.

You were pulled away from your thoughts by the feeling of her thumb rolling over your clit roughly. "Look at me," Elizabeth demanded and you almost - almost - argued saying you couldn’t help rolling your eyes.

It would do no good, however, and you wisely remained in silence as your eyes slowly focused back on her as your entire body shuddered. She said nothing else, but she stopped the touch on your clit and her free hand let go of your ass to roam through your body. She caressed your thighs first, running her palm up and down your skin, before she ran them up. Under your tank top, nails scratching your stomach and bringing goosebumps on your skin, the tip of her fingers under your breasts. You weren’t wearing a bra and your nipples were definitely fighting against the tight material of your top, and you whimpered again when she brushed one of them with a finger.

"Look at you," she said while she removed her hand from under your shirt. It had been torturous like that since the beginning - the light touches that were taken away as soon as you started getting off on them. Even if she said those words, Elizabeth’s green eyes didn’t leave yours and her stare only softened a bit when you bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from shouting. "Don't hurt yourself, baby girl," Elizabeth whispered and used her thumb to free your lip from its torture.

Your own hands had long ago found the back of the sofa behind her and your knuckles were white from holding it too tightly, but you almost wished you could use them to hold Elizabeth’s face and pull her in for a kiss. You would love that because you were sure the feeling of her soft lips against yours was the only thing capable of keeping your sanity at that point. You were almost reducing yourself to a whimpering mess, almost allowing pleas to slip from your mouth, but you didn’t want to cause a change of mood in Elizabeth.

You couldn’t be punished tonight or you might actually really die.

Elizabeth’s hand lowered from your face and, to your surprise, her finger hooked on your tank top to pull it down enough to free one of your breasts to the hot air of the night. You gasped at the feeling, something you couldn’t hold back especially after her hand drew the curve of your breast to touch it while she leaned over to take your nipple between her lips. There was nothing in the world able to make you hold your reaction to that.

With a deep moan, you brought one of your hands to hold Elizabeth’s head in place and you were even more surprised when she curled the fingers inside you. You could have cum just by that alone, but you knew you weren’t supposed to give in so soon, even more so when Elizabeth curled her free arm around your waist and started to suck your nipple as if her life depended on that.

Your hips started to roll on their own accord, trying to chase the orgasm that was boiling inside your belly, but Elizabeth was quick to strengthen her hold on you to keep you in place. You knew Elizabeth loved the teasing, the edging, to drive you crazy like that.

And you also liked it so damn much.

“Babe,” you moaned out even if you feared it might get the wrong reaction from her. “I’m so close.”

It was your lucky day, apparently, because Elizabeth’s reply was just a slap on your thigh, sharp and fast - a warning. She didn’t stop though and the mouth sucking on your nipple merely moved to the side to suck on the delicate skin of your boob. She was trying to leave you a hickey, you knew that. Elizabeth wasn’t one to enjoy that type of demonstration - the mark always seemed a bit crude to her - but she always chose your boobs to leave a hickey when she was in the mood for that. You loved it, loved to carry a mark in your skin made by her.

The feeling of her lips sucking your skin got your hips bucking again and a whine scaped through your hips when your clit hit her hand. That alerted Elizabeth of your little adventure trying to be sneaky though, and she pulled her mouth away from you at the same time her hand raised to grab a handful of your hair. She didn’t pull too hard, just enough to show you she could, and it drove you crazy.

“You behaved yourself so well today,” Elizabeth said calmly as if you weren’t trying to ride her fingers. “You don’t want to let me down now.”

This time, your whimper held another reason behind it. No, you didn’t want to let her down. You wanted to be her good girl, you wanted to make her proud and happy. You would endure all torture if that’s what she wanted, even if you felt a step away from imploding, because you wanted to be good for her.

So you stilled your hips, bit the inside of your cheek to stop any more sounds from escaping you, and your hands gripped tighter on the couch behind her. Your body screamed for you not to stop, but you did. You did, and then you looked at Elizabeth with wide teary eyes and waited for her gentle guidance.

“That’s it,” Elizabeth cooed with a grin. “I knew you would listen to me, baby girl. You always do, don’t you?”

You felt the fingers inside you moving again. It was slow - oh, so very slow - and it gave you enough pleasure to keep on edge, but not enough to push you over it. You kept your eyes trained on hers even when you shuddered or when your muscles contracted on their own accord. Elizabeth’s green eyes were mostly back by now, her pupil so blown out that it swallowed most of the color, but her lips kept curled in a satisfied smile that made your head spin. She took her hand from your hair a couple of minutes later to slide her hand down to your thigh, just letting it rest there.

You were about to break the rules again - to beg and plead and humiliate yourself if you had to - when Elizabeth leaned closer to you, brushing your hair to the side, and whispered in your ear. “You were so good for me. So good. My beautiful girl.” She kissed the skin right under your jaw and your breath got stuck in your throat. “You can ride my fingers now. Come on, make yourself come. Work for it.”

Elizabeth didn’t have to tell you twice. As soon as she said the words, you started bouncing in her lap. With one boob out going up and down with you, you couldn’t care less as you closed your eyes, threw your head back and started to ride her fingers for real. You were afraid she might end up changing her mind and stopping you again, so you would waste no time trying to get what you needed. Elizabeth was wisely keeping her hand angled in a way that your clit wasn’t getting any attention, although you were starting to be sure you could come even without that stimulation.

“Tell me what you need,” Elizabeth asked while she kissed down your jaw and neck.

“More,” you breathed out. One of your hands left the couch again to hold onto her shoulder and, if you held her too tightly, she didn’t complain. “I need more, please.”

What you heard next wasn’t what you wanted to hear, though. “Stop.”

“No,” you cried out in pure desperation. “Please, don’t. I’m so close, please.”

“Shh,” Elizabeth tried to calm you down, also running her hand up and down your thigh now. It did very little to appease you, although you enjoyed the soft touch. “I just want to slide another one in. Can I?”

You whined and your entire body shredded like there was an earthquake happening inside you. Honestly, it almost felt like it. However, you did stop and raised your hips enough to give Elizabeth enough room to slip a third finger inside your pussy. You were wet enough for her not to find any resistance and for you to go back ridding her fingers immediately after that. You moaned loudly at the delicious stretch, at the feeling of Elizabeth's lips on your nipple again, and, finally, of her thumb circling your clit. It was slow at first, but she noticed that you were about to cum and then she decided to help you get there by speeding up.

“Cum, baby,” she said - demanded, ordered, provoked it.

You came hard enough to make your vision go white for a moment, for your toes to curl, for your breath to hitch, for a loud, almost animalistic, moan to leave your lips. When you finally recovered your senses, you blinked your eyes open and glanced down at your girlfriend, only then realizing you had thrown your head back at some point. You tried to move as little as you could since you could feel how sensitive your entire body was feeling.

“Don’t look so smug,” you told her while rolling your eyes at the smile she was sporting.

“Hard not to,” Elizabeth replied happily. “After all of that.”

“I would walk out if I could get my legs to work right now.”

That made Elizabeth giggle - a giggle, so cute and innocent, the opposite of what the woman had been a minute before. “I will run you a bath to make it up to you,” she promised and then kissed the corner of your mouth.

You always thought that the best part of letting Elizabeth consume you like that was the way she treated you like a princess afterward. There was no way you weren’t the luckiest girl in the world.

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.73 Solidarity

Dub sent Maia a text, presumably asking if they had dinner plans, or maybe asking how much time they had before boarding the train. He said he was cool to hang, so I told him the restaurant had a strict dress code and I was going to pop over to Dad's house to shower and change. But after the words left my mouth, I realized I didn't know where Dub came from or how long it would take him to get there, so I invited him to come and freshen up if he wanted to. He looked kind of relieved. Did he think I'd leave him or something? Weird.

He looked around and grinned, seemingly impressed with the restaurant, which pleased me because I got at least two aspects of the tour right. Once we were seated, I channeled my mother and wasted zero time getting to the bottom of his relationship status.

"So...this Maia...are you two..."

He may have rolled his eyes, but he never stopped grinning.

"I knew you were going to ask!"

"I mean, you only brought her up 87 times. How could I not?"

"Ha ha," he said, flatly. "Anyway... I don't know, man. I mean, I can see us together for sure, but she dropped something heavy on me today."

"Ouch."

I don't know why, but I remembered Yasmine telling me about her open relationship lifestyle. I was so put off by it, not because I wanted a relationship with her, but I thought we were going to have fun for a little while. Knowing that made me want to hang with her a lot less. Hopefully Maia's news was nowhere close to what Yasmine told me.

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said. "Do you think you can recover and move past it?"

"I think so."

I was very glad to hear that. She sounded like a good sim.

"I like her. A lot. So what she told me shouldn't matter, but still... On top of that, there's this other girl from back home. She popped up on my Social Bunny today and is now on my mind again. But she's off limits, so...I don't know. I'm sorry, dude, I'm rambling. I didn't mean to drop all this on you. I don't have anyone to talk about this with. Anyway, how about? Do you have a girlfriend?"

I felt for him because he reminded me so much of myself. Why couldn't life ever be simple?

"You're good, man. Seriously. I actually don't have any men in my life to talk to either—except my dad. I've enjoyed your company today."

He nodded. A half smile spelled his relief.

"But yeah, I have a girlfriend. Actually, I've been thinking about...well, that's why I was out here today. I've had a lot on my mind too, and I thought a walk around the lake would help."

"How long have you two been together?"

"Officially? Since early winter, but...well...long story."

He chuckled.

"Complicated, huh? I'm very familiar with that."

"What about you? How long have you known Maia?"

"Sometimes it seems like I've always known her, but it's been like a week. Weird, right? My dad once told me that's what it feels like when you're in love. But how can I love someone I've only just met? My parents have an incredible marriage, so I know he knows what he's talking about, but it's crazy."

Gosh, he sounded just like me a week or so ago. At least he could get all of this figured out early in life. At halfway through my young adult stage, I felt like I wasted a lot of time being confused and scared, and I was glad to see him asking these questions and searching for answers.

"It is crazy, but you are not crazy," I said. "I know exactly what you mean because I felt the same way when I first started talking to Sophia. I didn't understand it until recently, but I think your dad is 1000% correct."

"So that's her name. I was wondering. What's on your mind that's got you walking lakes in the middle of the day? Unless that's too personal..."

"No, it's cool. We've had a lot of serious conversations about the future lately, and I think maybe it's time things stopped being hypothetical...if you know what I mean."

"I think I do."

"Yeah... Big movies, man."

He nods in agreement.

"Big moves."

Wade Banks by @mysimsloveaffair

[cottagecheese1]

Bowers gang having a athletic s/o

Henry bowers

First of all, being fit and able to do activities with ease is definite qualification you have to be with him. Um if you can't do that, you guys aren't gonna last long. 😭

If you are not physically fit, you don't have to be to your fullest extent, but if you get tired easily he will just bitch and moan about how you can't keep up with him. 😕😥

But if you are the sporty type. He likes having you around a lot for multiple reasons, but mostly because he wants to show you off because almost none of the girls in derry are as fit as you are, and that's a flex in his mind.

It's Henry Bowers so realistically he's not gonna be there for every one of your events but he usually comes 'if I feel like it' 🤨 wdym? You thought you had a choice?

He's kinda impressed with a lot of the capabilities you have. You can be really strong or fast, he finds that really hot; and he makes sure you know that most of the time 😍

He doesn't want to talk about sports with you a lot because he feels like it would be out of place for you to talk about sports or anything masculine with him because your a woman, but he sometimes catches himself talking about football, or that baseball game last night because he can't help that he knows so much about it, and you do to, so he can't really help himself. 😭

If he's ever in private with you before or after your event he will end up having a makeout session with you for 'good luck' 🤨 we both know this isn't about the game buddy.

If your ever with belch or victor they'll toss around a football or a baseball with you once in a while (Patrick said he doesn't wanna do that with a girl so he's out of the picture rn) but they it's all fun and games till Henry shows up and feels all left out and shi. 😭

Overall he really likes you and loves how hot you are, and would end up doing a lot for you and wouldn't even realize it.

Patrick hockstetter

Now Patrick usually wouldn't go for athletic girls or any sporty woman for multiple reasons one because they're all usually really loud and usually very school spirit and he's not trying to get all the attention drawn on him. (He's also a slight misogynist he thinks women shouldn't play sports unless your a cheerleader or something).

He liked you because you were quiet and minded your own business most of the time. Plus he likes to watch your events to if he ever caught you any where.

He's definitely the person to stare at you and immediately look away and do something else if you catch him lacking.

Oh but when he finally asked you out and you said yes, he's coming to all of your games because its just an excuse to get out of his house.

he's actually not really a huge PDA person because like I said he's not trying to get everyone to notice him, but I never said he won't do it at all. He will kiss you and grope you a little bit before you go out to play/go your turn In whatever sport you play

Loves that you're physically fit; I mean you don't have to be, but he does find it incredibly sexy the way you can move around especially if your flexible. If you ask him to help you stretch he will most likely say yes no doubt about it.

You might have to explain some things to him about the sport you play, but don't ramble about it because then he'll get bored, and act like a little bit of an asshole unfortunately. 😭

If you want him to dress up for any school spirt weeks at football games or wear anything to support you; than you have to force him to do it because ain't no way he's gonna do that on his own and go out of his way to dress up for spirt week for anything. 😮‍💨

He may act like a bit of an asshole sometimes, but only really to mess with you, he doesn't actually wanna make you upset because that means he has to go out of his way to comfort you and in his mind thats a ton of work. 😭😭

Belch huggins

First of all he's kinda surprised you said yes when he asked you to be his girlfriend because in his eyes in a lot of perspectives he sees you as so much better than him because your athletic, and really skilled and he thinks he's like the opposite of that. (😭)

But as long as you reassure him that you love him for him than he feels a lot more confident and much better about being with you.

He likes to talk about you and the sports you do time to time he tries not to make it obvious because he knows Henry and the rest of them get tired of him talks about you but he can't help it. 😔

Anytime someone brings you up he's like "yea, that's my girlfriend lol" he loves to say it because nobody expects it at all.

If you're in private he'll rub your back or your legs if you're sore. He just wants an excuse to touch you. (He'll even use lotion if he's feeling extra generous)

You guys definitely go to homecoming together and you force him to dress up with you for spirt week. 🤩 (he secretly loves it)

He loves to drive you to your games in his Trans am, and likes to give you small sweet kisses and hugs because he it's for good luck.

He loves to watch you beat other people at sports and watch how skilled you actually are, and likes to bring it up if you're having an off day just to prove how much he actually pays attention to you and loves you.

If you specifically like one sport and you constantly talk about a team that you like. He'll buy you and him tickets to that certain event. He loves to see how excited you get and give him lots of kisses to prove how much you love him for doing that for you.

He loves a lot, and is intrigued with you half the time because of how mobile you are and how skilled and focused you can be on one thing.

Victor criss

He's so quiet the only reason you knew about him was because he was apart of the bowers gang and he always stared at you in class and in the hall ways or maybe at your sporting events.

He gave you a note that said

__________________________

I really like you. Do you wanna go on a date?

Yes □

No □ :)

_____________________________

You thought it was adorable and you said yes; you met up with him at the diner and he started talking about how much he likes you and thinks your the best on your team, plus he said he thinks you're really pretty 😍 (brownie points ig)

He's not a big pda or loud person, so he's always silently cheering you on, and will give you soft kisses in private but not in public. Not because he's embarrassed of you he just doesn't like everyone looking at him.

Definitely touching you in private doesn’t even have to be sexual he just likes to hold you and feel your body and traces your muscles, or lay on your thighs, and rub them; definitely ends up falling asleep like that when you start playing with his hair, and stroking his back.

He's good boyfriend so he gets you water and snacks during break because he loves you.

Overall he's such a sweetheart in private and may be a little conservative in public, but he does care about you, and finds you fascinating. 😍

A/n: this took 2 days but my request are always open, and I'm posting a masterlist so you can pick anyone you want in that category, so make sure to check that out! 💗

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[elvisabutler]

eros

summary: he was a frat boy. you were not a sorority girl. could i make it any more obvious. or how you fall for a frat boy and you two finally actually get it on but not necessarily in the way both of you intended. fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: austin butler x female reader word count: 1716 warnings: talking shit on fraternities and sororities. mild insecurity. talk of disastrous dates. coming untouched. coming in pants. handjobs. implied p in v sex. a touch ( okay maybe a bit more than a touch ) of sub austin. impatient horny college people. author’s note: so as @blurredcolour can attest to i meant for this to be a touching little piece about how these two had sex for the first time and he sort of defied her expectations and all this nice romantic stuff. it's why i called this piece eros. yeah, then i started writing it and well, it's still romantic and sweet? but i also had the three people who saw bits before i posted forget how to breathe so oopsies. as always comments and reblogs and hearing your thoughts are my lifeblood so feel free to scream at me in dms or asks or in the comments. i'll eat it up and write like a woman possessed i swear. beyond that, if you want to be on my taglist fill out the form here. i might just make a tumblr post for it too but we'll see.

If anyone were to have told you half a year ago that you'd be head over heels with a boy who's in a fraternity, you'd have laughed. You'd have told them that they really should brush up on their comedy skills because there was no way you would do that. Not after every aggravation you had with them. Not after every class where one of them popped up with some stupid remark that had you wanting to deck them in the face and not after knowing that just because they had gotten into some exclusive club they got a leg up on other people. Maybe it's true that's how the world worked but it didn't mean you'd have to like it. Then you properly met Austin. You got to know this stupid premed who minors in theater of all things and cares so deeply for his friends and for other people that it threatens to choke you sometimes when you think about it.

He's not perfect and he makes stupid jokes that you swat him on the arm for and spreads himself just a little too thin but he's yours and heaven help you, you're his. It's too early to be thinking about forever, you think, but the idea doesn't terrify you as much as it should. The idea of being with him as he goes through med school and as you complete your own schooling and go into the workforce is almost comforting. The idea of seeing him with a child that's a small mix of the two of you doesn't immediately make you run for the hills. The idea of him in your life, in your bed and in your apartment feels like an inevitability that comforts you more than anything else.

Of course, all of this—you like to think— might depend on whether or not Austin feels the same way. It depends on whether or not maybe tonight you can convince him that you'd honestly like to have sex with him. The circumstances are right, your roommate won't be home tonight at all and the house is fine and in capable hands. The two of you even have a date where for once Austin plans on cleaning up for something other than a frat function or a school related function. There's no reason he shouldn't want to unless he doesn't actually want you that way.

In hindsight, you don't know why you were ever concerned as you find yourself up against your bedroom door, head tapping it lightly as Austin's hands move up your sides while his lips attack your neck.

"Austin-" you whine, as one of his hands moves to your chest, trying to free your breasts from your dress and instead just managing to squeeze them. "You— The dress, we gotta undo the dress."

Your words are clearer and said with more clarity that you thought was possible given Austin's wandering hands. Someone— one of the two of you has to keep a clear head— if only so that you can both enjoy this. So that Austin doesn't try and rip your dress or your panties or god forbid your bra to get at your body in his impatience.

Austin forces his face away from your neck and groans a little at how there's already a bruise forming from his lips, how your skin is just that little bit darker where his lips had sucked and where his teeth had nipped. You were his girlfriend and you loved him. You loved every single part of him— the part that had to work so hard in classes and at work, the part that missed his mom in the middle of the night and would call you tearing up, the part that cared about his people so deeply that he'd murder for him— they were all what made him the person you wanted to be with and that was a heady thing to know. It set a fire ablaze inside of him that threatened to overtake him and bring you with him. You were his girlfriend and here you were in a gorgeous dress still with him after what was hands down the most disastrous date he's ever had with another person. The reservation was at the wrong time, the restaurant ran out of half the food to make their dishes and there was not one but two couples breaking up next to you. Not to mention the way the uber had broken down mid trip and how the wine had spilled on his jacket ruining it until he could manage to get it dry cleaned.

Yet you were still here and in his arms and willing and wanting to have sex with him. No— you were willing to make love to him the same way he wanted to make love to you. He wants to take his time laying you out across your bed, watching your face as he enters you and watching how your face contorts when he plays with your clit while he's inside of you. He wants to see your face in ecstasy and hear your mewls of pleasure in his ear. Your nails would mark him up, drag lines down his back from how overwhelmed you are and he could see just what he does to you.

"I love you," he whispers with a reverence you weren't prepared to hear in contrast to his hands trailing fire across your skin. "I know we say it all the time but— I— I'm so thankful you gave me that shot, babe. So thankful you let me clean your car. You could have told me no—" His words are cut off with a low groan as he feels your hand undoing his belt and sticking your hand in his pants with a speed that startles him. "Babe I'm—"

"You're being—ah— very romantic, Aus. I love it— but I'm ruining my underwear and I want to see you come right now." The words that come out of your mouth have both you and Austin pausing for just a moment because while you can be startlingly blunt that particular combination of words is a bit much for even you.

"O-Okay," he manages to stutter out in response, the blues of his eyes completely overwhelmed by his pupil. "In my pants?"

Your chest heaves at the idea, at the implication that Austin would let you bring him off like this and come in his pants. It's a rush of power you aren't expecting and that you figure no one would expect. You bite at your lip, watching as Austin's eyes are glued to them before you finally answer. "Would you?"

It's Austin's turn to have his head tilt back, exposing the long length of his neck to you as you move to nip and kiss at it. You pray that he bruises there, that there's a hickey or two for everyone to see he's yours. Against your lips you feel the rumble of his voice, rough as a gravel road. "For you? Yeah. Do anything for you."

A smirk crosses your lips as you finally pull away from his neck, noting the red bit of his skin and giggling softly. Your hand twists and your thumb brushes against the tip of his cock as you just look at Austin, marveling at how he keeps ahold of you, keeps you pinned to the door even as his breathing shifts and as he bites his lips to keep quiet. "Austin," you croon, "wanna hear it. Want everyone to know I got the hottest frat boy in my apartment. That he's gonna come undone because I'm jerking him off. Want everyone to know you're all mine. That you're so—"

Austin's lips slam against yours, causing a messy kiss of clattering teeth and bitten lips in order to get you to stop talking. Even with the distraction your hand picks up the pace, moving in a way you're pretty sure Austin enjoys as he whines and whimpers into your kiss. You could die happy hearing these noises. You want to hear these noises every second you can if he'll let you. He pulls away, trying to put some distance between you two because he meant to come during sex on your bed and not like this. Not like a horny little teenager. You deserved more.

"Babe— gotta— I'm gonna—" He can't finish off the thoughts though and your hand keeps moving as you clench your thighs together the best you can.

"Austin, baby please. Do it for me?" You flutter your eyelashes and pout in what is one of— if not the dirtiest trick you could use before you feel his body curl just so and tense up just enough that you know he's gone before you feel the warmth of his come covering your hand. If you're honest with yourself you can feel your pussy clenching around nothing and you wonder if perhaps you're in the same boat without being touched in the same way.

It takes you and Austin a moment to catch your breath, staring at each other in a bit of shock before he finally says something, moving to make it so he isn't pinning you against the door. "That— I was supposed to have sex with you not—"

You cut him off with a nuzzle to his nose, watching as his face scrunches up just a little. "You still can. I still want you to. Might have gotten off last night to the idea. Was hoping you would tonight actually."

Austin swallows and watches how you shift in place, still wanting more friction. "Yeah? Want me to lay you out on the bed and make you come till you cry?" He licks his lips at the picture he's inadvertently painting and you can't help but mirror him.

"I'd like to see you try, Butler," you answer with a smile, teasing him with the old name you used to call him in anger. "It'll take a while."

"I've got all night," he shrugs before his eyes move and catch on the yoga mat by the door. "And you're pretty flexible. Lead the way to your fate, babe."

You get a call about a noise complaint from your landlord the next day.

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[firstkanaphans]

hii! i'm a big fan of your fanfics, and as an aspiring writer myself, sometimes I feel sad 'cause I know and feel like I won't ever be as good as you are ☹️ I know I shouldn't compare myself, and I'm trying to get better at it, so I would genuinely like to ask, are there any tips you'd give to authors out there trying to improve? either their writing skills, plot ideas, planning and stuff. thank you, either way, love you! can't wait for your next work ❣️

So, the first thing I want to say is that I have been writing for a long time. I published my first fanfic when I was 12 years old and I’m 31 now, so I’ve been actively writing for the past 19 years (!!!) with almost no break. The way someone explained it to me once was to look at your years writing like levels in a video game. I’m currently at level 19. If you’ve been writing for ten years, you’re at level 10 and it’s certainly not fair to compare yourself to me because the only thing that’s truly going to make you a better writer is to write.

I’m assuming since you called yourself an “aspiring writer” that your eventual goal is publication, so I’ll gear my recommendations towards that. Fanfiction is a completely different animal, but a lot of these tips are applicable to both. The biggest difference is that there’s a lot more freedom in fanfiction. You can write what you want without worrying about three-act structures and you don’t have to invest any work in making people care about the characters because they already do. It is worth noting, however, that if you write, you’re already a writer. 

First, I highly recommend that you read “Save the Cat” by Blake Snyder. It changed my life and I’m not even kidding. It’s an absolutely fantastic book on writing and although it’s geared towards screenwriting instead of novels, everything is still applicable. (There’s actually a newer version called Save the Cat Writes a Novel, but I’ve never actually read that one so I don’t know if it’s as good.) He goes over how to plot a story and also how to write likable characters, which is surprisingly one of the hardest parts of writing original fiction.

The second biggest tip I can give you is to let yourself write badly. Editing is easier than writing. The most important thing is to get words down on the page. You would not believe how bad my first drafts are—and that’s not just me being coy. Honestly, the next time I sit down to write a fanfic, I might save my first draft for anyone who’s interested to read because my first drafts are always bad. Like legitimately. There’s a lot of freedom in letting yourself fail and your writing will turn out better for it.

I would also recommend getting a professional critique if you are able to because you’re never truly going to know what it is you need to improve upon unless someone tells you. Signing up for a writing retreat is a great way to do this or you can look for online critiquing services. I’ve gotten several chapter critiques from Scribbler in the past and I found them very helpful.

But truly, the most important thing is to just have fun. I heard Lin-Manuel Miranda talking about writing Hamilton once and he said that what he constantly kept asking himself was, “If no one else ever sees this, will writing it still have been worth it?” And for him, it was. That’s the kind of energy I try to write with. I write what I want when I want and if I find myself struggling to write a scene because it’s boring, I do something to make it not boring instead. Change things up! Have fun! Because otherwise, what’s the point?

About six years ago, a friend of mine said virtually the same thing you did in this ask: “I’ll never be as good as you.” She had been writing for less than a year at the time. We lost touch when I left fandom to pursue original fiction, but when I came back last year, I looked her up again. She has a Tumblr ficlet pinned at the top of her page with 10K+ notes. I could never.

So don’t count yourself out yet. Just keep writing.

[saintirulan]

1, 11, 21, 30 <3

hiiiii not me replying 3 weeks later im so sorry 💀 life has been lifeing but i still love these so thank you for asking <33

(these are from identity asks uenwuwh)

1. if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?

this one is such a nice & complicated question!! submitting to the mortifying ordeal of being known etc etc <3 so difficult to narrow it down, but here goes!! as far as reading, i think the book that made me feel the most Seen™️ would be the lonely city by olivia laing; there is just something about the way she writes on loneliness and being misunderstood that really speaks to me. also!! my favourite poem is the love song of j. alfred prufrock <33 as far as watching goes i'd definetely name the banshees of inisherin and decision to leave for movies (2022 was a crazy year for me lol) and succession and arcane for series (fucked up siblings & complicated dad stuff my beloveds). also don't read too much into the similarities between these i swear im normal and have never been hurt in my life <3. and for listening, definetely to be loved by aurora. i can't talk about these lyrics ever. also what could have been by sting!

11. describe your ideal day.

sooo i'm not really sure i have an ideal day? my life has been kind of hectic, given the semester abroad, which is not exactly ordinary life, and also ordinary life will look different once i go back anyways. i would say an ideal day has to start with my usual coffee au lait, and then it would ideally include seeing and talking to the people i love, taking my dog out on a walk and explore/learn something. <3

30. pick one of your favourite quotes.

i have so many aaaa since i've been back in my dragon age feelings, i think i'll whip out one of my favourite quotes from inquisition (surprisingly not related to solas/solavellan). it's actually by dorian, another very very very beloved character <3 "my father never understood. living a lie… it festers inside you like poison. you have to fight for what’s in your heart." 💚

21. do you love easily?

putting this one under a read more because it got kinda long and a tiny bit depressing lol (& also because honestly i shouldn't still be dwelling so much on this, god knows its undeserved but alas lol)

a complicated question at a complicated time, i fear. if i had to answer without elaborating i would say no, kind of. i never had any sort of healthy love around me, & some traumatic things happened to me as a result, so i don't really feel too comfortable being vulnerable unless i know that i'm safe and the relationship is somewhat stable & enduring. i do try to be as kind, understanding and caring to anyone, no matter how close i am to them, but it has always taken me a long time to trust people and to open up and to really grow close to them. once i do, i'm loyal to a fault and very very very loving & caring & with a tendency to go above and beyond to spoil & look after people. but again, this question comes at a time where i'm pretty disillusioned with all of it, because i've been hurt immensely sort of recently, and a huge part of the hurt was that any kind & loving gesture of mine was turned into something so ugly and far from the truth, to such an extreme that honestly sometimes i feel very jaded and find myself thinking that it's just not worth it anymore. to think that you can want the absolute best for someone & try to make them happy as much as possible only for it to just... be so uglily misconstrued and thrown aside like nothing and not mean a thing to the other person is just something i wouldn't easily wish on anyone else, especially if they already have trouble with being seen. thankfully i've really worked on not closing off to new people & asking for support & so met amazing loving people since then, who in such a little time have helped me immensely - but underneath it all, sometimes i wonder if i'm damaged beyond repair. (which sounds very dramatic but it is what it is 😵‍💫)

[rosiedoestumblr]

40 looks so good on you, Ms. Rosie! I hope I’m as cool as you when I’m 40. I’m currently 28, and aging kind of scares me, but it’s people like you that make me feel like there’s nothing to be scared of. 🩷 Thanks for sticking around the internet (specifically Fall Out Boy spaces) as long as you have, it’s always quite a treat to see you on my dash. Have a good day!!

Aw, thanks dude! That's such a nice thing to say (I think you may be mistaken about exactly how cool I am, though). I know I'm really fortunate that having Sicilian genes and a chubby face disguises some of the ageing process, but bear in mind that (as with most people) the pictures I share are probably one or two out of 30 I took to find a couple from a good angle, with good lighting, possibly a Norfolk Terrier or a scarf over my chin to hide how many of them I've cultivated in the last 20 years... I also tend to keep my make up (except my eyeliner) quite natural, because I find that helps keep you looking fresh faced - but that principle shouldn't dictate what you wear.

Here is my stupid face right now, without make up and with unwashed hair. I developed adult acne after having immaculate skin when I was a teenager, possibly because my dog keeps standing on it or licking all over it. I have OCD and what is (appointment pending) probably about to be diagnosed as ADHD, so I'm a chronic skin picker, hence the scars all over my chin and forehead. I've also got fine lines under my eyes, bottom lip and on my forehead, but automatic settings on modern phone cameras kind of smooth the worst of them out.

The whole thing about getting older can be scary, but mostly because we've all been raised on the Boomer-generation's expectations, through movies, TV, adverts and the like, and a lot has changed. We're really fortunate to live at a time where being yourself is much more acceptable than it used to be, in most (although sadly not all) cases. Every advert you see is specifically designed to make you feel inadequate and make you fear irrelevance, but only so they've got an excuse to sell you something you can live without. Whether that's a fancier car or anti-wrinkle cream.

You don't actually have to do the stuff that really ages you, unless you want to. You can keep going to shows (to be honest, gigs have got so expensive we see more people our age there than younger people, who often struggle to afford what bands are asking). You can keep wearing band shirts. You can keep dying your hair and getting tattoos. You can keep being passionate about it. You're a grown ass adult, it's down to you to make your own choices. You don't have to give up what you love, but sometimes you have to be creative about the time you find in which to enjoy it. And you'll appreciate that more.

I've never wanted kids, so I haven't had any.

I never went to uni, but I fell into a career that pays me alright, and it's not an industry I care a lot about (I'm a gas safety contract manager) but I see it as a resource that allows me to do the things that I really want to, the rest of the time.

It's important to remember to live your own life, not the life someone else - anyone else - wants you to. You have to be pragmatic, obviously, and if you choose to settle down with another person then give and take will always be necessary, but don't ever let someone tell you what you can and can't be interested in because of your age (except you, Prince Andrew) or what you can or can't spend your own spare time and disposable cash doing. Keep loving the things you love, if they still captivate you. Fuck anyone who would tell you otherwise! It's the joylessness of giving up your identity to become nothing but your life obligations that costs you the most.

For my part, I'm pretty squarely between Patrick and Andy, age-wise. Fall Out Boy are my generation. We've grown up together, in a fannish sense. It's not like a TV show might be, where the characters are still young and I've gotten old in the last 18 years, they're still relatable to me, even now. Which is probably a lot of the reason I'm still here, specifically.

Watching the waves of new fans discovering the band over the years has been fun, really. Partly because it makes us truly geriatric emos feel like mystical sages sitting on the lonely mountain tops of Old Timer Fandom, offering anecdotes from bandom drama long ago, to young adventurers who approach us with news from the mists of TikTik to ask if things really happened, and witnessing the same things happening cyclically, every couple of years.

New blood means Pete will feel validated and Patrick will feel relevant they'll continue to feel they have something to offer/sell (look what happened when an album didn't do as well...) and it's hard to fault that.

Focus on enjoying your life and your interests as they are now (although do think about saving some of your money when you can, because you'll thank yourself later) and fuck worrying about everything else. You'll find you don't feel any different, when you get where I am, than you do now, anyway.

You have a good day, too. And thanks again for saying such kind things. xoxo

[bondsmagii]

this is random but how do you ask someone “do you hate me” without directly saying “do you hate me” to them or having someone else ask you for them.

I hate confrontation and always assume everyone hates me because of survival-based pessimism I picked up on

man, this is a tough one because... well, to put it bluntly, you shouldn't be asking this at all unless you have real reason, by which I mean you've done something that's hurt the other person and you're worried the relationship might be in trouble over it. if that's the case, then you go to them and say "hey, do you mind if we talk about x? I'd just like to know where we stand."

if this is a paranoia thing, it is unfortunately on you to develop coping mechanisms that don't automatically assume the worst of the people you care about and who care about you (or who have to regularly interact with you). that's a nasty position for you both to be in: you because it's stressful and upsetting, and your friends because it's really not nice to have a friend constantly think you hate them. it's actually pretty hurtful, and when it comes to things like anxiety and paranoia, it is literally constant. there's no way that you and your friends will ever be truly relaxed or happy with this going on uncontrolled.

I think, if you bring this up to your friends, you should definitely come at it from a practical perspective. once you're ready to work on this, you should give them a heads-up, because they care about you and they'll want to help. while you're working on issues like this, it's perfectly OK to ask for occasional reassurance when you really need it, and to talk through the reasons why you feel the way you do. but this is something you have to do while in the process of learning to cope with these issues, otherwise you're going to be in the uncomfortable position of constantly demanding that your friends prove they like you, and that's not fair or practical for any of you.

obviously I don't know you, so I can't give any personalised advice about how to cope with this sort of thing, but I do know a thing or two about survival-based pessimism. for me, at least, it's all about assuming the worst so when it happens, you won't be as hurt by it. experience teaches, and while bad experience teaches quickly, good experiences can eventually re-educate you. you need to trust what you see, and believe what people tell you. look at what they say and do. look at physical evidence that you can see and hear. when you get these unpleasant thoughts, remind yourself that you have no right to decide what they're thinking and feeling. you have to trust the people in your life to tell you if there's an issue, and if they're acting like everything is fine and that they like you (or even if, say, a colleague or classmate is just acting neutrally towards you), you have to believe that they don't hate you. (as a side note, remember that neutrality is not hate.)

likewise, if they're giving off really obvious signs that they don't want to associate with you, you don't have to have a conversation if you don't want to. in such cases, sometimes it's better to just go your seperate ways without fuss. there doesn't always have to be a falling out or a dramatic final discussion. if a situation is unpleasant and there doesn't seem to be anywhere to go at present, sometimes ghosting really is the best option.

[ravenkinnie]

Hey for the ask game 14 and 19!!

What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

oh god. any advice or analysis that says that you need to root for a main character and critique whatever story based on not being able to do so. you literally don't need to make your characters likable or relatable, they can make absolute worst choices imaginable, be horrible people, do shit that is so insanely out of pocket, and it can still be a good story. I think relatability shouldn't even be a factor by which you create or describe characters because it will inevitably lead to every character being somewhat the same to fit a specific mold of nothingness thar can be universally liked by readers

my rule of thumb is a character doesn't need to be likable or relatable but they do need to be understandable

Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?

I actually read that book and I feel like the whole quote needs to be mentioned here:

But before we go on, let me repeat my basic premise: if you’re a bad writer, no one can help you become a good one, or even a competent one. If you’re good and want to be great … fuhgeddaboudit.

[…] if you don’t want to work your ass off, you have no business trying to write well – settle back into competency and be grateful you have even that much to fall back on. There is a muse, but he’s not going to come fluttering down into your writing room and scatter creative fairy-dust all over your typewriter or computer station. He lives in the ground. He’s a basement guy. You have to descend to his level, and once you get down there you have to furnish an apartment for him to live in. You have to do all the grunt labor, in other words, while the muse sits and smokes cigars and admires his bowling trophies and pretends to ignore you. Do you think this is fair? I think it’s fair. He may not be much to look at, that muse-guy, and he may not be much of a conversationalist (what I get out of mine is mostly surly grunts, unless he’s on duty), but he’s got the inspiration. It’s right that you should do all the work and burn all the midnight oil, because the guy with the cigar and the little wings has got a bag of magic. There’s stuff in there that can change your life. Believe me, I know.

and honestly he's real as fuck for it because I also think this dhdhhdjs the muse is the magical inspiration, the things that make you want to write, the things you want to write about, everything else is just world and craft. my inspiration usually comes from other fiction, seeing different topics examined in different ways, even those I don't like shhehsjsk and from personal experiences, like sometimes I edit and read my shit and I'm like yeah. you can tell the author is working out something personal here JDHDJDJDJJD but those are just little seeds that start a story, everything else is building the story

40 Questions — Meme for Fic Writers

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Picture this. You and Marcus (or Javi) have been dancing around each other for months and months, playing a game of 'will we/won't we' and you just got off a particularly rough case, one where things got a little too close to the end, and neither of you are capable of confronting the other because you almost got shot while trying to save him and it's intense back at the office and the two of you, along with the team, barely manage to file things away before you leave, and you really want to talk to him about what happened, about your feelings, about why it's so fucking difficult for you to be in the same room as him sometimes, and how you wish things were different between the two of you...but you just can't seem to get past that initial point so you swallow your feelings and bid him a good night and it's not until you get home that you realize you can't do this anymore, can't stay away from him any longer, can't go another day without feeling him everywhere so you leave your place, not caring for what you look like and it's three in the goddamn morning and he wakes up to obnoxious knocking on his door and he swings it open aggressively but his expression softens as soon as he sees you standing in front of him in your pajamas, something he thought he'd never have the honor of seeing, and his mind goes for the worst so he drags you into his place and takes a look outside real quick to make sure you weren't running from someone and he turns around and walks straight to his room and comes back with a gun and he's aiming it to the ground but he's looking at you with so much intensity and attention and you feel your stomach drop because a man standing in boxers and nothing else while holding a gun shouldn't look this fucking attractive but he does and your heart rate is through the roof and you don't realize he's asking you a question until he walks towards you and shakes your shoulder and you look at him with regret. Realizing that this may not have been the best choice you've taken and you just shake your head and he's confused and he puts the gun down in the table before walking towards you and grabbing your cheeks in his hand and-

"Look at me, what happened? I need you to focus right now because I can't help you unless you tell me what the fuck is going on!"

And you can tell he's growing impatient, not because you're not responding but because he truly does want to help you and it must be the events of the last twenty four hours finally catching up to you because without giving it much thought, you grab his neck and pull him down into a heated kiss and he's shocked and doesn't know what to do and you notice that he isn't moving against you so you snap out of the haze and pull away and slam your hand against your mouth and he's as confused as ever and you apologize and tell him that you didn't mean to do that and that you wish he can forget what happened because you don't want to leave the team and before you can even get another excuse out, he's tugging your wrist and pulling you violently against his chest and not giving you a chance to do or say anything else as he devours your mouth and it's your turn to be frozen but you react instantly and wrap your arms around him and he growls, actually fucking growls into your mouth and pushes you against the nearest wall and you've lost track of time, lost track of how long you've been stuck between his firm chest and the wall behind you and he breaks the kiss for a second and-

"You want this?"

And you nod dramatically and reach up to kiss him again but he shakes his head and grabs your hands and slams them above your head and you don't expect it but it turns you on way more than it should that he's this controlling and demanding and he just-

"This isn't a one-time thing is it? Because I'm not doing that...not with you. If we're doing this, I'm all in."

You don't expect him to say that for some reason but as soon as the words leave his mouth, you're nodding and pleading with him to take you.

"I'm yours, 'm all yours. In every way, just please-"

"Fucking hell...is that what you want sweetheart? You gonna let me fuck your tight cunt and take you out for dinner later? Hmm? You want me to claim every one of your holes and spend hours kissing you and showing you off to everyone? Tell me baby, you want me to...fuck, you want me to make love to you all night long and bring you breakfast in bed the next day?"

He sounds more out of breath than you and you whimper when the hold he has on your wrists loosens and descends down your neck. You gasp as he presses down on your jugular and waits for your answer, all the whole distracting you with kisses across your jaw and your cheeks. You melt into the touches instantly and nod like a mad woman until you feel him smile and let go of you completely. Before you can ask him why he let go, he's leaning down and sweeping you off your feet. You gasp and giggle as his hand roam across your skin and squeeze your ass and you try to distract him as well with kisses across his shoulder and neck.

When he throws you on his bed, you try to move towards his pillows, wanting to smell him on them and relish the warmth he's left behind but he grabs your ankles and pulls you back towards him. The rough touches make you gasp and soak your panties and he notices the effect he's having on you when he pushes you down and shoves his hand down your shorts.

"I'm going to fucking ruin you sweetheart, till you can't think of anything else but me. My touch, my mouth, my cock...every inch of you belongs to me now, and I won't let you leave my bed till I've marked you...till I've tamed you."

Anyway, I'm obviously unwell so come scream at me about who you think would fit this song and this imagine...Agent Marcus Pike or Agent Javier Peña??

[bokebelle]

𝐦𝐬𝐛𝐲 𝟒 + 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 —

WARNINGS: none

CHARACTERS: miya atsumu, bokuto koutaro, hinata shoyo, sakusa kiyoomi

TAGS: headcanons, fluff

a/n: been a minute since I’ve written for haikyuu, so please enjoy! My inbox is always open if you have comments, or just wanna fawn over the boys <3 also not me projecting on omi bye

Reblog if you wanna date the msby 4 <3

miya atsumu

for atsumu, he dates for fun

this isn't to say he dates around, but if he likes you and you like him, and you two have a good time together, why shouldn't you date?

he dates to see who works and who doesn't

if your relationship works out, then great!

if it doesn't well...that's just how it goes ya know?

unless it was a bad breakup, atsumu doesn't hold any bad feelings towards his exes

if your relationship does last...atsumu is in it 100%

even when the fun and thrill of the relationship dies down, he's completely dedicated to making your relationship work

ngl it scared him when the butterflies mellowed down but he still found himself wanting you more and more

after talking about it with his brother and after he got smacked in the head for even thinking about breaking it off, atsumu realized that this is what love is

it's new territory for him and he's still testing the waters, but he's in it mind, body, and soul

there's no one else atsumu would rather have by his side to help him figure it out than you

bokuto koutaro

i firmly believe bokuto is highly emotionally intelligent, probably the most out of the four

with that being said, he acts on his feelings when he's 100% sure he likes you, and he has reason to believe you like him too

he's like atsumu in the sense that he pursues a relationship to try and see if there's something between you two

but the difference is, he has the intention of actually making something serious from your relationship

he doesn't really have crushes on people often, but when he does he feels them so hard

Bokuto knows what he wants and he keeps that in mind going into your relationship

if you don't reciprocate, he'd be a little sad but that's totally okay with him! He'll embrace his feelings and ride them out until they die down

even if you didn't feel the same way, Bokuto would still probably confess just to get it off his chest and so he could say he did all he could. He'd still want to be friends though and would do his best to respect his feelings while respecting yours too

but if you do accept his confession, he would be the happiest

He would be so eager to show you just how much he likes you and what you mean to him

Bokuto dates you because he's sure of you. He knows relationships aren't always easy but he knows he's sure about how he feels, especially about you. It would take a lot for him to change his mind.

like Bokuto, I believe Hinata is also very emotionally intelligent

Bokuto is in it with his whole heart, it's yours from the very beginning, and he's more than ready to take care of your heart as well

hinata shoyo

but unlike Bokuto, he has no problems not doing anything about his emotions

He also doesn't try and figure out his emotions or use logic, he just allows himself to feel

yes, he likes you but for Hinata that doesn't necessarily mean he should act on it

He enjoys your company, and you seem to be enjoying his, so he doesn't really see the need to change your dynamics

But when he feels his feelings for you grow stronger, he probably realizes he should do something about it

Like Bokuto, Hinata would probably confess because he wants to be honest with you.

Confessing for him is probably more for catharsis

If you don’t reciprocate, that’s totally okay! He just didn’t want to bury his feelings and he’d be more than happy to be your friend

If you like him back, he’d be ecstatic! If you ever need time before committing to a relationship, Shoyo is more than willing to give you as much time as you need

sakusa kiyoomi

Is he worried about you changing your mind, or you only accepting his confession so he wouldn’t feel bad? Maybe, but he pushes those thoughts away because he’s so so so sure of you

Hinata gives his all into everything he does, and you bet when you date him he’ll do everything he can to give you everything you could ever want

he's probably the most emotionally constipated out of the 4. he's also the least likely to date out of the boys

but when someone catches his eye? oh boy he's in for a RIDE

for sakusa, dating is all about time, and in many aspects too

he needs time to sort out his own feelings because he will try to repress them. nervousness when you're around? euw. blushing when you smile? gross. that ugly feeling when you greet atsumu first? atsumu's fault.

Sakusa is also the complete opposite of atsumu when it comes to dating, and he isn't the type to confess for honesty like Hinata or be so upfront about it like Bokuto. He just doesn't see the point.

For Sakusa, he dates with the future in mind. not because he thinks you'd work together, or just to get his feelings out there. No, sakusa dates with the intention of spending his life with you

He wants to be completely and totally sure of you before he even confesses. He wants to be sure you two want similar things in life, you have the same views on marriage and kids, views on your individual careers, relationships, etc.

He wants to see how you respect his germaphobe tendencies, or how you handle him and his career.

Volleyball has been a top priority for most of his life, and it's not like he'll put you second. He just needs a bit of time to do what he needs to do before giving you his full attention.

He'd be pretty straightforward when he confesses, telling you all this as well. he'd probably also only confess if he's sure you like him back. If you don't he's taking his feelings with him to the grave

when sakusa dates, he's in it for the long run. yes, he still wants to take things slow sometimes but that's because for him, he has the rest of his life to experience things with you.

all he asks is that you be a little patient with him and give him some time. He's not quite used to feeling this strongly about somebody else, let alone be in a relationship. He may need a little guidance to balance things and work things out, but he hopes you'll stick around because when he loves, Sakusa gives you a love that will last a lifetime

tagging: @tetsunormous @f4riytales @crapimahuman @st4rgirlsheh @toji-dabi-wife

[dragon-kazansky]

Lay beside me | Helmut Zemo

Requested by @cherry-season

Collage made for me @real---remy Thank you so much!!!

Another lengthy one. Steamy situation ahead 😏

Sometimes you wanted to curse the way the universe worked. It's as if the universe took joy in your misery and you could nothing but deal with cards you were dealt.

The four of you: Sam, Bucky, Zemo and yourself, were stopping off at a hotel for the night. The place was pretty luxurious, but with Zemo in the group, you didn't expect anything less.

After finding out he's a Baron, nothing he does surprises you any more.

You were actually kind of impressed. You had never stayed anywhere so nice before. There was nice, and then there was nice. This place certainly fell under nice.

"Why do we have to be working? Why can't this be a vacation?" You sigh, looking around the beautiful lobby.

"Perhaps this is a reason to come back in the future," Zemo suggest, looking at you.

"As if I could afford to stay here on my own."

You all stroll up to the reception desk, letting Zemo take the lead. He requests four rooms, really not caring about the cost. He assumes everyone would be happier on their own, thought he wouldn't admit he wouldn't mind sharing a room with a certain someone.

He glanced at you. You were standing beside him, looking over at the seating area in the corner. He smiled at how interested you seemed in main entrance area alone. When the receptionist addressed him, he turned his attention there.

You wouldn't say this place was posh, but it was just so... classy. You really felt like you stood out in your gear.

"There's only two room available, with the festival in town, we are otherwise full."

All of you looked at the receptionist as if she had grown another head. That meant you would have to share with someone, unless....

"The three of you can share right?" You ask, looking at the three men.

"You mean I have to share a room with Bucky and Zemo? No, why don't we share?" Sam gestured between him and you.

"And leave Bucky alone with Zemo? Is that a good idea?"

"Well, I'm not sharing a room with Zemo."

"Then you have to share with Bucky."

"Which leaves you with Zemo." Sam couldn't see any good combination out of this. "I would rather Bucky than Zemo though."

You glance at Zemo who was looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Fine. I'll share with Zemo, but I won't hesitate to stab him if he does something," you warn, looking right at the Baron.

"Hey, I'm not complaining." Sam puts his hands up.

Zemo grabs the key cards off the desk, hands one to Sam and keeps hold of the other. Bucky glares at Zemo as you all enter the elevator.

Oh, it's awkward.

Bucky is standing behind Zemo, glaring at the back of his head. Sam is trying not to say anything. Zemo is looking at you from the corner of his eye, and then there's you standing there trying to avoid looking at any of them.

The ride up feels like forever. When the doors open, you're quick to get out. Unfortunately, you can just rush off. Firstly, Zemo has the key. Secondly, you're not sure which way the room is.

For a short bit you all go in the same direction, but Sam and Bucky have to break off down another hall to their room. Sam gives Zemo another warning, before reassuring you they will come quickly if you need them. You nod and let them go.

Helmut leads the way, unlocking the door when you arrive. He holds the door open for you.

"You first, little bird," he smiles as he gestures into the room with his free hand.

You duck past him and go inside.

The room isn't massive, but there's enough room to move around. There's a bed plenty big enough for two, a chair in the corner, a small desk and a stool. A tiny TV was situated on the wall.

It would do.

To be fair, you shouldn't complain. This is the nicest room you've had to stay in for a while. You walk over and sit in the chair.

Zemo places the key on the desk and removes his coat, hanging it in the small open wardrobe by the door. He turns around to face you.

"I apologise for the turn out."

You look at him stoically.

"It's fine."

Zemo was honestly over the moon he was sharing a room with you. He had hoped this would happen, it was an opportunity to talk to you without your "bodyguards" hovering around. Helmut hadn't had much of chance to sit and talk with you since your paths crossed.

"So, sleeping arrangements." Zemo runs his hand together as he looks at the bed.

"You take it. I can sleep in the chair." You were used to it, as much as you would love to relax in the comfortable looking bed. It looked so warm and welcoming.

"I won't allow that. It looks like we'll have to share the bed, little bird." He has a sly grin on his lips as he looks at you.

"You wish."

"There is no point in discomfort if the bed can fit two. I will not allow you to sleep on the floor or the chair. I already know your boys will come running if I step so much out of line. Are you really willing to sacrifice a warm bed for your own pride?"

You glare at him, but it's hardly threatening.

"No."

You stand up and walk over to the bed. You sit down on the other side, the mattress squashing down under you.

"Fine, but I meant it when I said I would stab you."

"I know," he chuckles.

The pair of you met up sigh the boys to have some dinner down in the food hall downstairs. Both boys checked in with you to make sure you were alright with the arrangements. You assured them it was fine, much to Zemo's delight.

Helmut assured you that you could order whatever you wanted, but you kept it pretty casual, not feeling good about leaching off him off him like this.

After the meal, you returned to your room.

You took off most of your gear and grabbed the remote for the TV. You decided to get comfortable in the bed and watch something.

Zemo disappeared into the bathroom to use the shower.

You really tried not to dwell on that too much. Yet, the idea of him in a steamy shower... no! No, you couldn't.

What is wrong with me?

You tried to focus on the TV, but you can't. You glance to the bathroom door. You can hear the shower running. He's in there, hot and wet... and naked.

Damn it brain!

You covered your face with your hands. You wanted to scream, but that would just bring him out to check on you.

You didn't hear the water turn off, or the door unlock moments later. You were far too occupied scolding yourself in your head, trying not to think about him.

"Is something the matter?"

You look up in shock, startled by his voice.

Now you're staring.

He was dressed in only a bathrobe, most of the top was open, his chest on display. There was a chain necklace hanging against the damp skin exposed to you.

You didn't realise the way your eyes soaked him in, or the way you licked your lips as you stared at him.

Zemo noticed.

"See something you like?"

You blink, shake your head, and turn away. He chuckles deeply as comes over to the bed. You feel the otherwise of the mattress dip down as he climbs in.

He smells so good.

Damn it!

You do everything in your power to avoid looking at him, but his presence is so prominent. You can feel him beside you.

Zemo is staring at you. He had been since he came back in. Your cheeks were flushed, you were very early trying to avoid him, and you were gripping the bed sheets like it was a life line.

He couldn't help grinning. He had no idea he could have this effect on you.

"Little bird~"

"Don't call me that."

"Liebling, then."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing bad." He grins.

"I don't trust that."

Zemo shifts so he is resting on his side, one hand supporting his head and the other resting on the bed in front of him. He keeps his eyes on your face.

You take a glance.

His smile grows when you catch his gaze.

You sink down into the bed, still trying not to look at him. Your eyes on the TV, but you still have no idea what's going on. You can't get him out of your head.

"You must be tired."

"A bit."

"Sleep, I promise I won't do anything," he speaks softly.

"I know."

He chuckles softly. He watches as you try and get more comfortable. You let out a relieved sigh when you find the right spot. He just watches you.

"This must be nice for you," you say, looking up at the ceiling.

"What do you mean?"

"Staying in a lavish hotel, sleeping in a big bed... and the company."

"I suppose. Though you get used to being alone in a cell," he states.

You give in and roll over, racing him. You have to look up since he is propped up over you. He smiles softly down at you.

The scent of the hotel soap wafts past your nose. God, it makes you want to do things.

Brain, stop it.

Your eyes are drifting to his chest again.

"What's going through that head of yours?"

"Nothing!"

"I don't believe you."

"Well it's the truth."

"I don't think so," he whispers.

"What do you think then?"

"Judging by the way you keep looking at me, and not at my eyes I might add, I think you have plenty on your mind."

"Well," you try not to blush too much as you meet his beautiful brown eyes, "if you knew how to tie a robe properly, I wouldn't be staring."

"I don't mind you staring."

"I mind." You sit up and glare at him.

"Show me how to tie a robe then." Zemo sits up in the bed and untied the belt, allowing the robe to fall open. He sits there looking smugly at you.

You have no idea where to look.

"Oh my God!"

He laughs. The sound send shivers down your spine. It was the most genuine sound you had ever heard. He may laughing at you, but you would give anything to hear that sound again.

"Show me."

You shake out of your thoughts and look at the belt he has left laying on either side of him. You have to move closer to him to get a good angle. You sit up and face him, trying to avoid straddling him. You grab the robe and close it over him, trying so hard not to stare. Though, your eyes did wonder, you stopped yourself when you realised he is literally only wearing the robe.

One of his hands reach up and tuck under your chin, bringing your eyes to meet his. The smile on his face is subtle. His eyes take in your beauty.

"Don't be shy. You can look."

You shake your head softly and continue to close his robe, ignoring the obvious below his waist. Was he really turned on by this?

His hand had drifted from your chin to your cheek. His thumb brushed gently across your cheekbone as you tied the belt around him. This time there was far less on view.

"Done," you whisper.

His thumb moves to brush against your bottom lip. His touch is so gentle and ghost like. Your hands are resting over his covered chest. You can feel his heart beating under your hand.

Before you can think too much about it, his arms are looping around you and pulling you down into his chest. Your face falls inches away from his face. His eyes flicker over your face, taking in every little detail. Your leg drapes over his as he captures your lips with his. He's careful to roll you over so you're against the bed and he's over you. His kiss becomes more fierce when he realises you're not pushing him away. Your hands loop around his neck to hold him against you. He moves from your lips to your jaw, down your neck, pulling at the collar of your top to kiss as much skin as can access.

That's when you stop him. You place your hands on his shoulders and push him back.

"This is wrong..."

"You weren't giving that impression," he moves his face back to yours, an inch of space rests between you.

"Zemo-"

"Helmut, please."

"Helmut... I can't. It feels like I'm betraying their trust."

"They'll never have to know."

"But I'll carry that guilt with me."

Those stunning eyes of his turn almost sad. His tongue runs across his bottom lip as he moves from above you. Zemo settles on side next to you, laying as close as he can to you.

"Then allow me tonight to hold you. I may not get this chance again." He holds his arm open to you.

You admire his messy hair and soft gaze. He offers you a tiny smile. You roll over and settle into his chest, his arm drapes around you and he gathers you into his embrace. He plants a kiss to your head as you rest against his chest.

"Sleep. I want to hold you for a while."

You tilt your head up to kiss his jaw and settle into his arms, closing your eyes and listening to the way his heart races.

You wanted to tell yourself Zemo was just lonely, but as you lay there with him, you wondered of he held you in high regard. Perhaps there was more to this than you were thinking.

In the morning when you wake, you're still tangling in his arms. Your head was on his chest, his arms were still wrapped around you, though loosely. Your legs were tangled with his and his head nestled against yours.

You lay there in silence.

You're not sure how much time passed before he woke, but you had enjoyed every single second of it.

When he realised you were still resting against him, he tightened his hold on your and planted a kiss to your head, much like he had done before you fell asleep.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, Liebling."

"I still don't know what that means," you mutter, not wanting to disturb the peace that had settled over you.

"I'll tell you later," he grins.

"I haven't slept that well in ages."

"I can say the same," he opens his eyes and looks at you, giving you a dashing smile.

"I almost don't want to get up."

"Then don't."

"We'll have to at some point," you tell him.

He chuckles softly as he closes his eyes again, nestling his face next to yours.

"We'll worry about that later. For now, let me enjoy this moment."

You smile and get comfortable against him.

"Alright."

Sam and Bucky and would throw a fit if they could see you now, but even that wouldn't be enough to stop how happy this man had made you in one night.

You hoped that, perhaps, you would get a second chance to do this. Maybe then you'll give him what he wanted last night.

Maybe, just maybe, something irreversible had begun.

@ajeff855 @moonstuffsteve @sky-writes-stuff @lieutenantn

[midasinc]

jehan/grantaire modern era hcs:

-grantaire gets stuck on enjolras for a really long time and when he comes to terms with the fact that it just isn't ever gonna happen, it genuinely breaks his heart and he falls into a funk over it for a while

-jehan is better friends with enj but he knows that grantaire isn't really dealing with any of this well and goes to befriend him too because he's been there and sometimes you just need some help and motivation to move on

-they weirdly get along really well. jehan listens to grantaire and just lets him vent about how heartbroken he is without trying to sneak in advice unless grantaire directly asks him for it. he lets grantaire talk and feel like he's not crazy or overdramatic and that really helps to feel understood

-jehan likes art and likes listening to grantaire talk about art and they have a lot of hang seshes of doodling each other. grantaire is an animator and has a lot of random jehan cartoons around his apartment. jehan has more of a realistic style and has some pretty candid portraits of grantaire

-they also like to go to galleries together and do weird things like go to a skate park despite being older than the main demographic and neither knowing how to skate. jehan takes grantaire to his rap scene and teaches him about rap culture and they do a lot of things on a whim, like taking a train to the south of france for a day or spending a weekend in amsterdam or just going to a zumba class for fun.

-they're very touchy with each other and neither are sure if it means something else

-at jehan's grad party they both get pretty high which turns into playing monopoly and grantaire is about to go bankrupt and jehan says he'll loan him money for a kiss, sort of as a joke, but grantaire does it anyway and takes a big bill from his pile. they don't really talk about it afterwards

-then the next year on new years eve, they're sorta hangin out at a party and grantaire asks if he has a new years kiss lined up and jehan jokes that his invitations probably got lost in the mail and grantaire jokes back that his got sent to a gulag and jehan isn't sure if that's an offer or not, he laughs anyway and takes a sip of his drink before grantaire pretty much just outright says "i'm taking volunteers if you're not busy" and jehan isn't expecting it and he's so surprised that his drink comes out of his nose and they're too busy laughing so they miss the countdown. but they sneak some kisses into the new year anyway (even if jehan's sinuses are burning)

-this time they actually talk about it and it leads us to two years into them being together

-they're both just fucking weirdos. they'll watch youtube essays together on jehan's tv and eat from a jar of almond butter with their own spoons. it's honestly the dream tbh

-jehan brings grantaire stuff like a bird. at the end of the day he comes home with pockets full of shiny pens and bottle caps and stickers and cool rocks or leaves. grantaire likes to joke that he's bringing supplies to build a nest

-grantaire keeps all of it, too. he has a shoebox filled with the little things jehan brings him

-grantaire likes to wear jehan's stuff bc jehan's clothes always smell nicer than his own. this is partly bc grantaire does laundry like once a month if he's in a good mood and has bad habits with showering, but also because jehan uses this cologne that smells like oak and orange and it makes grantaire very happy to smell like his bf

-grantaire is also horrifically insecure but he's very vocal about it and kind of does it for attention on days where he's annoyed. he'll get aggravated with jehan and be like "i don't even know why you're with me im ugly and useless and you shouldn't even want to touch me you should be with someone else" and he knows for a fact that jehan hates it when he says stuff like that because it's really heartbreaking to hear that sort of thing from your partner. because jehan knows he's doing it to get a reaction, his defense mechanism is putting his hands over his ears and yell-singing all of me by john legend until grantaire shuts the fuck up and tells jehan what's actually bothering him

-usually he's just cranky bc his stomach hurts. that, jehan can certainly resolve

-anyway they both also like to get high together. they r the kings of shotgunning smoke into each other's mouths. grantaire likes to curl on top of jehan bc jehan is very solid and also very soft and listen to his heartbeat as jehan hums to whatever song is playing on their record player

-and yes they have a record player in their apartment and two crates full of vinyls. they like to go together to vinyl shops and pick out sad, lonely looking vinyls that no one else will buy. bc of that, they have a very peculiar music selection

-jehan also keeps enough houseplants to make their apartment look like an exhibit from jurassic park. grantaire likes to help, but he knows nothing about horticulture, so jehan gave him a designated plant to take care of. it's plastic, but grantaire thinks it's real and waters it every day and makes sure that it's in the sun

-they're also both picky eaters. neither of them will touch pickles or a lot of veggies god bless. it's joly's mission to figure out a way to get them to eat certain foods

-grantaire warms up to jehan's rats eventually. it took him a year to get comfortable holding a rat and after that, it gets pretty easy. he doesn't feel horrified coming home to seeing jehan chillin on the couch with three rats on his shoulders

-after year two he gets attached to the rats. on their birthday, he buys them little treats and toys and such. rats are just little dudes! it just took him a while to stop associating them with the rats in the paris metro stations

-jehan likes to paint grantaire's nails on sundays and listen to him talk. it's therapeutic for them both

-both of them often feel weird out in public and in other spaces, but being around each other is so comforting because they don't feel weird when they're together. being able to talk and laugh and joke makes them feel understood and that's a really important aspect of their relationship to either of them. they understand each other's weirdness

-jehan also convinces grantaire to get frosted tips. i don't really need to delve further into this event but it does happen.