#sorry idk if this is even funny to anyone besides me

[the-meme-monarch]

we’re just abnormal men. we’re just abhorrent men

[starlooove]

So we’re just gonna ignore Gotham war right

[snekdood]

Yknow what makes me reaentful? How ive been sexually abused so much growing up, no one did shit besides shove me off to a therapist, ive been promised by feminist spaces that ill have a place to heal within them, and as soon as my abusive ex tries to smear me and project their behavior on to me by accusing me of doing that shit too, all the sudden everyone acts suspicious, and i still dont get any of that promised healing. Its hard not to feel like my ex did this intentionally to prevent me from having a space to heal. And its my issue with the "believe victims" narrative because it seems to me like people dont actually want to believe victims but to believe the victims they *like* and *agree more with politically*. If people can just say whatever about someone and you feel obligated to believe them because "believe victims", its very clearly going to be exploited by abusive people, and while i dont think we should stop per se, we need to have some sort of actual system to vet who is and isnt telling the truth, like a pseudo-courtroom. At the very least let everyone and their side of the story actually be heard. Bc idk how you guys plan to believe two victims at once who are accusing eachother other than throwing your hands up and picking one or deciding that we're both bad, which doesnt seem very fair to me since people seem to looove demonizing me for no discernable reason.

[7ndipity]

Accidental Announcement

Taehyung x Idol Reader

Summary: You and Tae’s relationship is revealed to his members in an unplanned, slightly awkward way.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: suggestive, like one swear, Tae refers to reader as his girlfriend,

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anons who sent both of these requests! I decided to combine them into the same piece, I hope that’s okay. Idk why, but it’s funny to me that I went from not really knowing much about Idol AUs, to having several ongoing series’ of them on this blog!

Masterlist

Requests are open

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The backstage area of the music show was always so crowded and noisy that it made it easy for Tae to slip up beside you without anyone really paying attention, catching your hand in his before leaning in closer than nessary to mumble lowly in your ear.

“I’ve got a room to myself tonight, do you want to come over?”

“What exactly are you suggesting?” You asked, casting a sidelong glance at him, a smirk playing at the corners of your mouth.

“Whatever you want.” He replied, slipping a keycard into your hand smoothly before going back to find his members.

You were a bit surprised by his brazeness of the action, the past few weeks apart while traveling with your respective groups having apparently made him a little more needy than usual, though you couldn’t say you minded.

It wasn’t uncommon for you and Tae to slip off to each others rooms when you found out you were staying at the same hotel, but it was usually brief since there was the constant risk of one of the members walking in on you, due to having to share rooms all the time. But having a solo room meant there was no such threat for once.

You slipped down to his room after he texted that the coast was clear, spending a relatively quiet evening together before getting ready for bed, borrowing one of his t-shirts to sleep in, having conveniently ‘forgotten’ to bring your own pj’s with you.

As you wandered back out of the bathroom, you noticed Tae very engrosed in whatever it was that he was watching on his phone.

Out of curiosity, you snuck up behind him and peeked over his shoulder to catch a glimpse at his phone, surprised to see yourself, winking at the camera as you danced earlier that night during the music show.

“Are you watching fan edits of me?!” You squealed, making him jump and drop his phone, which you were quick to snatch up to get a better look.

“Ya! That was just in my recomendations! Give it back!” He jumped to his feet, chasing you round the bed, but you were too quick, darting across the mattress to save yourself from a full body tackle. You tried to make a dash for the bathroom, but were to slow, as he managed to grab hold of your arm and spin you so you were pinned between him and the front door.

“Give me that!” He giggled breathlessly as he wrangled his phone out of your grip.

“I can’t believe it, you’re such a fanboy!” You laughed, equally out breath, choosing to wrap your arms around his neck both for support and to pull him down to your eye level.

“Only because you’re so cute.” He cooed, catching your lips in a teasing kiss, trailing his hands up your sides slowly and making you squirm against him, momentarily lost in the feel of each other that you didn’t hear the sound of his door knob turning.

“Taehyung, do you know where- Yi-ash!” Before either of you could react, the door had opened, resulting in you and Tae falling out into the hallway, landing squarely at Jin’s feet in pile of limbs.

For a moment, you all froze, staring wide-eyed at each other in shock.

“Hyung, I-” Tae started.

“What was tha- whoa.” The door to the room next to Tae’s opened, revealing Jungkook and Jimin now peering out, equally shocked. “Y/n?”

“Hi, guys.” You said awkwardly, hyper aware of how compromising your current position looked. “Uh, Tae, can I get up?” You whispered, snapping you boyfriend out of his daze.

“Yeah, sorry!”

“What’s going on?” Jin asked as Tae scrambled to his feet and helped you up.

“Nothing! We were just-”

“Does Namjoon know about this?” Jungkook asked.

“Know about what?”

“Oh, for shit’s sake!” Tae whipped around to face the leader and Hobi, who had just exited the elevator, trying to hide you behind his back, as if that was going to help anything at this point.

“What is with all the noise?” Yoongi opened his door, blinking tiredly at the sight of everyone standing in the hall for several long seconds before wordlessly closing the door again, deciding against involving himself in whatever scene was unfolding right now.

“What’s going on?” Joon asked, glancing around at his members, eyes widening slightly as he spotted you, wearing one of Tae’s t-shirts and wishing to dissolve into the wallpaper. “Y/n?-”

“Y/n’s my girlfriend.” Tae blurted out loudly, causing everyone’s attention to whip to him, including yours. ”We’re dating, but I haven’t told the company yet.”

There was another pause as that information sank in, before Junkook spoke again, breaking the silence.

“Way to go, hyung.” He grinned at you and Tae.

“Yeah, good for you guys.” Jimin agreed, shooting you both a thumbs up.

“You’re not mad?” Tae asked, glancing at everyone nervously.

“Why would we be mad? So long as you’re careful, It’s your life.” Hobi said encourangingly.

“Yeah, I mean, I would’ve rather not have found out by catching you two doing that-” Jin said.

“We weren’t doing anything!” Tae exclaimed.

“Tell that to the hickey on you neck.” Jimin chirpped, dissolving into giggles as Tae clapped a hand to his neck in alarm.

“Okay, um, we can talk about this later, can everyone just please go back to your rooms before one of the staff shows up?” Joon said quickly, herding the two younger members back into their room.

“Be safe, you two!” Jungkook called, closing the door before Tae could snap back at him.

“Thank you, hyung.” Tae said to Namjoon.

“Don’t worry about it, man, we’ll talk later.” Joon replied, patting Tae on the shoulder before nodding to you. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay.” You said, catching Tae’s hand before making your way back to his room.

“Oh, hyung?” Tae leaned back out into the hall to address Jin. “What was it you came to ask me?”

The eldest member blinked for a moment before shaking his head. “I don’t even remember.”

Tae nodded. “Alright then, goodnight.” He closed the door firmly, making sure both locks were engaged before slumping against it with a groan.

“Well, that’s not how I planned for that to go.” He said, rubbing his face tiredly.

“What? Telling you bandmates about us, or asking me to be your girlfriend?” You asked, leaning against the dresser as you studied him.

“Both.” He admitted, looking at you apologetically. “I am so, so sorry.”

You shrugged. “At least it was just them and not your manager.”

He nodded before slowly straightening and coming to stand in front of you. “Will you let me fix one of my missteps from tonight?”

“Depends which one it is.” You said, smirking up at him.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked you, staring down at you solomly.

“Hmm.” You pretended to mull it over. “I guess.”

“You guess?!” He balked, making you laugh.

“Yes, you goof, I will.” You relented, wraping your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss.

“Good, I don’t think my heart could take any more surprises tonight.” He mumbled against your mouth.

“Plus, the guys would be upset.”

“The guys?” He raised a brow at you before hoisting you up and dropping you on the bed. “I don’t want to hear about ‘the guys’ again for the rest of the night.” He grumbled, climbing to hover over you.

“Are you possesive now?” You asked, grinning up at him.

“You’re gonna find out.”

[mxqdii]

WHERE IS PART THREE

IM LITTERALY DYING TI READ WHAT HAPPENS NEXTTTTTTY

also I have a request

so reader is dating Sam or Colby (you pick❤️). Reader is alone at a haunted location with just Sam or just Colby (does this make sense?) say it was Sam, they are just the two of them and say there were trespassers and they were threatening the two and reader has a panic attack and Sam defend them (Sam or Colby) and calm reader down on the way home.

is that doable?

when part three comes can you tag my other acc

@anythingsamandcolby

take my breath away - c.b

pairings: colby brock x reader

summary: a day with the boys doesn't go as expected

warning(s): panic attacks, mention of ghosts (??) idk.

a/n: so i see u said just the two of them, but i only realized after i finished writing it... i'm sorry! i hope this is still okay 😭

not proofread

"are you guys sure this is a good idea?" i say as me, sam and colby enter the gate

"too late now! unlocking that gate took forever" sam says, walking ahead

"we're all gonna die" i mumble sarcastically, scoffing at the boys skipping together joyfully

we decided not to vlog this one, since, well..

we're trespassing.

it's okay though! atleast that's what the boys told me (and what i'm telling myself)

"hey, you okay?" colby, my boyfriend, asks.

"yeah i'm fine, just worried about being shot by a police officer" i say, giving him a look

"calm down, we'll be fine!" he speaks over confidently

"whatever you say" i groan

"woah! guys this place is so cool, let's use the spirit box here" sam yells from ahead, taking off his backpack and grabbing the box

we all listen, hearing a few random meaningless words, until...

my phone starts buzzing, which makes us all jump

"sorry, my alarm- it's midnight if anyone cares" i say, signaling for us to get out of here

"leave" the spirit box says

"yes please- wait was that the box?" i mumble

"trespassing" the box says

"run"

"guys i don't like this.." i mumble, reaching over to grab colby, looking over realizing he's nowhere to be found

"g-guys?" i say, realizing i've been left alone with only the spirit box

"guys this isn't funny. you got me okay? i'm scared." i yell into the distance, hoping to be met with colby's voice or sams laughter

but i don't hear that, instead something worse

the bushes besides me start rustling, and i feel tears brim my eyes

"h-hello?" i almost whisper

this is too much. i wanna go home.

my legs start moving before i can think and i run back to the car, hoping to find sam and colby there, but no.

i realize, i don't have the keys, leaving me in the dark parking lot surrounded by woods, alone.

okay, it's fine, i'm fine, i'll call them.

NO SERVICE

this is when i start freaking out, because what am i supposed to do now??

the only thing i can think to do, cry.

i let myself lean against the locked car door, eventually curling into a ball on the floor

i'm currently a sobbing mess at midnight, alone and cold.

the more i'm sat here with my thoughts, the harder it gets to breathe, causing me to panic.

i try to calm my breathing but can't, colby always helped me with panic attacks, i need colby.

i don't know how much time passed, but eventually, i felt hands on my shoulders and looked up to see colby

thank god.

"colby-" i try to say more but the words get caught in my throat

"shh, baby it's okay. breathe for me okay?" he says

he sits down to my level, pulling me into his lap

"i'm so sorry. we thought it'd be funny to hide but we got lost, i'm so sorry baby that wasn't funny, i know." he hushes my cries, helping me with my breathing along the way

his hands stroking my hair and his smooth rhythm of breaths calm me down,.

(even though his heart is racing)

i snap out of my panic, looking up at him.

i shove my fist into his chest, not hard enough to hurt bad

(as if you could)

"ow!" he says, almost out of instict

"never do that again" i huff

"never again." he repeats back to me, kissing my forehead.

TAGLIST:

@opheliaofficial07 @stargirlv0id @strniolo @annaisabookworm @theperson-nextdoor @its-jennarose @thetriplets3 @anythingsamandcolby

[voltronisanobsession]

Hi! It's me again, I was wondering if I could ask a Derek hale x sister! Reader where since the hale fire the reader stop talking to anyone but only her siblings (like laura, Derek and cora) and one day the pack come in to derek's loft and saw reader whispering to Derek a d they ate shocked because even at school she never speak but as soon as she saw them she stop speaking/whispering to him. So the pack always try to make her speak by speaking to her or asking her things but reader either sigh or growl but never speak to them even though they're her pack because she's afraid that they'll die once she will start being friendly with tem, sos some people of the pack start getting frustrated and stiles or someone else make a comment about her being mut or thinking that she was mute and Derek her big brother stand up for her. Please and sorry it's so so long.

Derek defending Reader b/c of their Quietness

UGH YES LOVE THIS🦅🦅🦅 it’s not long bro, don’t even worry about it, I love writing for teen wolf teehee

Idk if I did you justice but I hope you enjoy this!!

Derek is SUPER protective of you, like it’s not even funny😭

Since you’re with your older brother most of the time, the pack has gotten used to your presence and silence, yet were always so curious to know more about you!

But whenever they’ve come across you, whether it be at school, walking down a street, or even when fighting, you never say a peep to any of them

They obviously know that you somewhat care for them with all the times you’ve saved their asses from trouble, but you’re just so quiet that it’s hard to form a connection with you

I don’t think they’ve actually heard your voice besides from the occasion sigh or chuckle you would let out whenever someone said something funny

At one point they all just assumed you were mute until they one day unexpectedly dropped by Derek’s studio when they hear faint talking from outside his door

Of course they hear Derek’s deep voice, but they also hear a new voice as well

This once is much softer, yet filled with life as they heard the joyful laughing of this unknown person

Stiles being Stiles, homeboy just barges in to see who this new person only to see the surprised faces of you and your brother

“You can talk?!” Is definitely the first thing this dude would say

Your mouth is glued shut at the question and before the group can begin interrogating you, Derek steps in to separate you all

Since then, the group (mostly stiles tho) would try and make you talk

Whether it be about the most random things, they are always in some way waiting for your response

I think Allison would be the one in the pack to understand your hesitance of forming a connection with them because of your terrible pst

She understands your boundaries and only converses with you when it’s only the two of you

Allison doesn’t let her surprise how on her face you you laugh at a joke she offhandedly said to make you feel comfortable

She’s the only one you would actually talk to in private, allowing her to take a place in your heart with how many times she’s saved you, and made you laugh

Scott doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable by any means, but sometimes the silence between you both makes him feel awkward

He definitely bugs Derek about it though. Because of how much he asks about it, Derek does fold at one point and reveals why you never speak around them

Scott sees you in a different light at the knowledge of you scared of forming relationships with them, but he doesn’t treat you any differently

He’s learned to embrace the silence and calmness you bring, throwing smiles towards you every now and then when you guys make eye contact

Lydia and Stiles are more of the pushy types, always bothering you about why you don’t talk

Lydia learns to just let I go though after the first few times she tries talking to you

She doesn’t wanna waste her breath when you won’t even respond to a yes or no question😭 you usually communicate with her with your eyes or by nodding your head

Stiles on the other hand won’t let go of it

He’s always asking you questions, waiting for a response before babbling about something else

There are times that he asks sensitive questions which he knows is wrong and insensitive of him but he just wants to hear you speak again

I think we all know how stiles is, pushing someone’s else’s limits until they actually do so emerging to him to him shut up💀

I think Scott might reveal a little about you to Stiles because of how annoying he’s gotten about the subject

Stiles actually gets fed up one random day tho after the group almost gets killed because of your reluctance to communicate with them, making an off handed, and lowkey insulting, comment towards you

“What, are you finally gonna speak at our funerals when one of us dies? There won’t really be a point in doing so though.”

Might not seem like much, but for you, your heart breaks at that

He will admit it’s not his proudest moment

The second the comment leaves his mouth tho, Derek is slamming the younger boy against a way and giving him the death stare

Everyone gasps at the sound of Stiles hitting the wall

Scott tries to make Derek let go, but Stiles was talking shit to his younger sibling and he’s not gonna take that

You quickly walk over though, resting a hand on his arm

Everyone is supposed, even Derek, when you speak

“It’s ok Derek, let him go.”

After a moment of hesitation, Derek lets Stiles go, not before threatening to rip his head off if her ever speaks to you like that

Once he’s backed off, you look to Stiles, eyes filled with hurt and anger

“Are you happy now Stiles?”

And boom, you angrily walk away leaving everyone tense, Allison chasing after you

I think this’ll have a more emotional affect on you because this dude basically forced you to kinda relive a trauma you’ve grown to have

He destroyed the coping mechanism you had, which was keeping to yourself in silence

But maybe this was the push you needed. Maybe you needed someone to break you out of this shell you were in.

It was a difficult and scary process for you, but with the support of Derek and Allison, you slowly began speaking more

Starting with small comments, everyone gave you time and space to go at your own pace when talking with you

I think you would have a stutter because of your limited amount of contact you’ve had with other people throughout the years

So the pack patiently as you get out the words and sentences you stumble on occasionally

They don’t make fun of it, but instead encourage you to continue, especially if you get frustrated when you can’t get out a specific word

They are also there to remind you that they’re always going to be there for you, and that they won’t ever leave you💔

You appreciate so much because that’s been your number one fear ever since the fire that happened all those years ago

While at first things were still awkward with you and Stiles, he apologized the second you guys were alone

He’s super sincere and remorse full of the way he treated you. You accept his apology, but not without giving him the classic Hale threat if he ever does it again🤭

Derek is still super protective of you and always reminds you to not push yourself

You honestly love and appreciate him for that, and often remind him how much you appreciate him

Cora, if she’s visiting, would be surprised to hear you talking freely now. While she gives Stiles the stink eye at hearing how it all happened, she’s lowkey happy that you’ve finally broken from your chains of doubt

[luvsae]

Listen im a huge simp for Cha Hyun-su (sweet home) I even tried shifting there (im still trying)

And I wanna request for like were dating Hyun-su and were also infected so uh yeah

Idk but if you can try to do something with that

ask and you shall receive <3

(wasn't sure whether or not to do headcanons or a fic but... an actual fic is more interesting!!)

also,,, sorry if it's a bit short!! i was sleep deprived when i wrote this </3

infected love | cha hyunsu

pairing; hyunsu x gn!reader

- you and hyunsu are both infected but that doesn't get in the way of your love <3

Ever since the strange days of the apocalypse started, you and Hyunsu made sure to be safe - that's why you stayed in your shared apartment at first.

That was until Hyunsu was infected.

Hyunsu was worried that he would infect you, but you told him that it didn't matter and you would love him no matter what.

Eventually, you did get infected, but you felt perfectly fine - especially with Hyunsu by your side.

When people found out that you were both infected, Eunhyuk decided to lock you two together in one of the rooms in the apartment.

Hyunsu begged for you to not be locked up but you didn't mind it, but Eunhyuk also declined his request.

Now, you and Hyunsu were starting to be let out more and socialize with other people. (Although it was awkward).

"That sweater looks cute on you," you cooed. "I think you should get more like that."

Hyunsu wore a blue sweater - it was from one of the bins located in the main lobby for anyone, and he decided to wear it, but you loved it more than he did. "Really?"

"Of course," you stood on your tip-toes and gave him a peck on the cheek. "You look cute in anything."

Hyunsu laughed, scratching the back of his neck as he was flustered. "You look cute in anything too."

"Thank you." You smiled.

Your moment was interrupted by Eunhyuk who called you to dinner. Dinner time was always difficult as people judged you - mostly Seok-hyun and any of the people were scared.

You took your hand in Hyunsu's, giving it a tight squeeze to prepare not just him but also you for whatever insults would be thrown at you.

Both of you followed Eun-hyuk into the room where everyone ate. You two already gained most of the looks in the room which gave you a little bit of anxiety.

"Hey, hey, Eun-hyuk. What are those monsters doing here?" Seok-hyun snarled, "I don't want my food to be contaminated."

"Seok-hyun," Eun-hyuk started, "not now."

"No," Seok-hyun started, "get out of here, both of you!"

You laughed as the man looked up at you, it was funny. "If you don't want to be infected then don't eat here, simple."

"What did you say?" Seok-hyun mocked your laughing. "You're being smart with me now? I've got to-"

Seok-hyun raised a hand to you but was stopped when Hyunsu held him by the arm tightly. "I know you don't have any manners or human decency, but I would stop if I were you."

You had never heard Hyunsu so serious and defensive. Of course, he defended you, but this was a new side of him.

"I-" Seok-hyun was flustered and embarrassed, he didn't know what to do in the moment. "Eun-hyuk, do something!"

"Just let them eat," Eun-hyuk said before walking out of the room.

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After eating, you and Hyunsu decided to sit elsewhere in the building. Your backs against the wall as Hyunsu held your hand in his lap.

You had your head rested on his shoulder as a sigh escaped you. He noticed immediately and squeezed your hand. "What's wrong?"

"It's hard being like this," you started. "I don't mind being infected, of course it isn't ideal, but I just wish people wouldn't be so quick to judge."

"Hey," Hyunsu rubbed his thumb across the back of your hand comfortingly. "Who cares what people think? Especially Seok-hyun, he's an asshole."

You laughed. "You can say that again."

"Besides, I won't judge you," he told you. "Even if I wasn't infected."

"You're too sweet," you kissed his covered shoulder and smiled. "The best boyfriend I could've asked for."

"I love you," he blurted out. "So much."

"I love you more." You replied back.

"What should we do tonight?" Hyunsu asked, a smile still remaining on his face. "Do you have any ideas?"

"I wish there were more options," you sighed. "I think we should just be with each other. I want us to have a nice sleep."

"That sounds nice to me," Hyunsu smiled. "I'm sorry about what happened today, by the way. You didn't deserve that."

"It's okay," you told him. "Thank you for defending me. I appreciate it and I meant to thank you before."

"I'll always be here to defend you, I promise."

"And I will do the same for you." You smiled, leaning in the peck his cheek.

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It started to get late as you and Hyunsu went into your room to get some sleep, or at least attempt to.

You two were the only ones locked up in the 'infected room' but it was nice, just being away from everyone and not have anyone complaining about being near them.

Eun-hyuk was nice enough to give you two a mattress from one of the rooms downstairs. It was slightly comfortable but being next to Hyunsu was the only thing that mattered to you.

You lay down on the bed, a sigh of relief escaping you lips as the tiredness dawned over you. Being infected could be hard - you were often tired and needed your rest.

Sometimes when you were in bed, the thoughts about what could happen after the apocalypse appeared in your head. What would happen if everything went back to normal yet you and Hyunsu were the only infected people? Would they take you in? Would they-

"Hey," Hyunsu snapped you out of your thoughts, "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay. Just tired," you told him, smiling. "Are you?"

"'I'm also tired." Hyunsu smiled back.

"Let's sleep." You turned on your side, Hyunsu shifted closer and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you even closer to him.

"I love you," he said, kissing you one last time - this time on your arm. "Infected, whatever, I love you no matter what."

"I love you no matter what either," you told him. "I'll love you forever."

[mikalame]

On live

you and tom, its like set in 2023, no hate to heidi but you and tom are married you are back up singer for bill in the band 

Tags:@violentnewmarley @oppopotamus

You place your phone down on the coffee table a vase holding it up write as you sip on your tea you just made you glace and some of the questions beings shown on the screen and most of them talking about where tom was you intentionally ignored it until bill asked where he was and when is “lazy bone ass” would get up little did bill know you and tom where getting into a bit of a heated make out sesh before bill started spamming you say shit like how you two need to come on and how the people need to see ALL of tokio hotel even tho gustav is never on/online.

 “I am here ladys and gentlemen” tom says in a sing-song tone a complete difrent contrast from before when he was groaning about having to do another live. He slides beside you and moves his arm to be around you neck resting his hand on your opposite shoulder he answers a couple questions and gentely sqeezes your shoulder you look at him and his eyes greet your then look down you follow his eyes and see hes looking and his harden crotch (idk what else word to use ) his eyes flick back up to the camera as not to draw attention to the problem he has, you look back at the camera aswell but slowly move you hand closest to him to slowly palm him through his sweats. After as few miniutes you inch your fingers closer to his waist band grabing both his sweats and boxers and try to pull them down tom fakes and streach and lifts his hips a little bit just enough to get his pants down but not enough for the camera to see his goods.

You look at him as a silent way to ask if he was okay with you doing this and he look as ready as anyone could be for this activity his eyes swimming full of lust you grab him and slowly pump him uo and down tom still talking to the other members and gustav and georg kindly joing the live so tom being more quiet is not as noticed. You spread around his pre-cum around his cock and stroke him faster and see toms breathing speeds up and his hand shake a little bit his hand go to the simble for the filters and he swipes giving him new fliters every second you giggle at some of the funny ones so you didnt look too distracted by what you were doing with your hands. 

You had been doing this for a while now you two had almost been caught when bill had to repeat to tom a question, when tom did answer the first noise he had made was a groan before quickly saying what bill wanted to hear “what was that groan from tom aye” georg raising and eyebrow with a questioning look in his eyes “oh just feeing a bit ill georg no need to get worryed over little ole me” tom says ending the sentence with a chuckle hiding his groan as his cock throbs more frequently sending a message that he was close to cumming . He leans forward and places his hand over his mouth to muffle the groans that are getting louder you stroke harder and tighter going faster you hear a loud groan come from tom and you down to see cum leaking out and lading on the sides of the table and on his sweats you look at toms face and see his eyebrows knitted together and jaw clenched tightly. You look at the screen sending a look off pity to them for tom “___ is tom algs” bill asked “yeah, i think he really not feeling well so sorry that we have to end the live on our part, i feel like tom wouldnt be to happy to see edits of his vomiting over the camera” you chuckle before exiting the live 

“Jesus christ, how did we pull that off” tom says panting between breaths trying ti even out his breathing “yeah ik i think georg might of caught on thank god he didnt say anything else tho” you giggle at toms exspression “we should do that again” you say thinking bout it in your “yeah, sure your the one that gonna cum tho i dont think i can do that again” tom sighs with a smile on his lips. 

[retrocesosdestacion]

FORMIDABLE MEMORIES OF US. | laura freigang

laura freigang x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none.

notes: idk i hope tumblr dies, enjoy it guys bc now it is ready. most german nicknames are related to cute things :)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Your memories will never be obsolete, they were meant to be yours.

It's gonna be

You and me,

It's gonna be everything you ever dreamed.

Disclosure.

Going to every place on earth was wonderful, and it was twice as good when it came to going out with your beloved girlfriend.

But it was a thousand times better when you could remember all those trips, all the little details that turned those moments into gigantic memories.

And the best way for this to happen is when you can see it every day in your gallery and imagine each scene in your head.

❝  Liebchen, what do you think? ❞  It's impossible to forget the deutch accent in Freigang's english, even if you had your mind in a book.

❝ Hm? ❞ Your eyes fell towards where the call came from, gradually closing the book between your fingers, to mark the page.

❝ I made a little castle for you. ❞ In fact, it was just a pile of wet sand with molds made by the bucket and some random holes; but you love Laura's creativity and imagination.

You laughed lovingly at the situation, not because it was funny, but because Freigang looked like a nine year old playing.

❝ This is more like a tower than a castle, Liebling! ❞ Giggling, you slowly got up from the beach towel and crawled to where the midfielder was, a few meters away.

❝ Huh, use a little of your imagination. ❞ Freigang said as she clapped her hands, knocking the grains of sand onto her own body.

A year ago, the hot summer in Europe was huge and the two of you decided to spend the weekend at the beach. Laura loved going out with you to new places, especially to take pictures of you.

Watching the German girl take photos and building in the sand on the beach was your favorite hobby. And that's exactly what you were doing.

❝ So at least add some shells! ❞ You opined, as you pulled the small jar of shells from the top of your bag; the ones you two had collected a few hours ago. ❝ I don't want a boring castle. ❞

Picking up the diverse little shells on the shores was another thing you and Laura loved to do. Anyone would say that if they saw how many of you two collect them.

Freigang had a smile on her face, the kind you remember forever. She also had the adorable camera around her neck, hanging from a small band appropriate for it.

❝ Oh, I'm sorry, Eure Majestät! ❞ The blonde woman played with your demand, gesturing surprise.

❝ Laura! ❞ A playful laugh left your lips, accompanied by the fragile slap you gave the German woman's shoulder.

You collected the small shells from the pot and began to slowly stick each shell into the wet sand of the supposed Freigang castle.

The midfielder watched you carefully, admiring your every move to decorate the sand. It wasn't long before you heard the pleasant sound of the camera taking a photo.

�� Hey. ❞ Your eyes went to the woman beside you. ❝ Hey, hey, hey! ❞

Laura laughed.

❝ I already told you not to take photos of me distracted! ❞ You released the shells and carefully brought your hand to the front of the camera.

❝ Oh, please. You look like the cutest thing ever, [reader]! ❞ Freigang said while waiting for the image to load. ❝ Check it out. ❞ She turned the camera screen towards you.

You gave a silly and embarrassed smile, finally releasing your fingers from Laura's camera.

The German kept her passionate smile as she spent long minutes looking at the photo.

❝ Why are you looking so much, hmm? ❞ You moved even closer to the midfielder's side, taking the opportunity to wrap your arm around Laura's.

❝ I'll keep this one. ❞

❝ Huh, but do you always keep my photos, no? ❞

❝ Hm… It’s special. ❞ Freigang sounds with an embarrassed tone. ❝ It's the first time we go to the beach together. ❞ Despite everything, she was adorable and cute; and still is.

She put her fingers on the back of her head; obviously, shames. You couldn't contain your laughter, Laura's smallest details were what fueled your happiness so much.

❝ So at least have a photo of the two of us together. ❞ You said, discreetly taking the camera from the German woman's hand, removing the band that comes with.

The blonde German girl always lets you touch and use her stuff, no matter what it is.

❝ I'll take it, [reader]. ❞ Laura slowly released her fingers from the camera, even though she was saying the opposite.

❝ No, no. You always take our photos. My turn. ❞

You turned the camera around before stretching your arm diagonally upwards, aiming at the two of you. You took one last look at Freigang, who kept the silly and nervous smile on her lips.

❝ Ready? ❞ You asked.

Laura shook her head, agreeing.

Seconds before pressing the button to take the photo, you turned your face and touched your lips to the midfielder's cheek. Freigang wasn't quick enough to react, as originally in the photo, it was as if this attitude was planned.

Taking photos with Laura every day is so good, remembering them is even better. Especially those that show how sweet they are.

It was the best thing that happened in your life, remembering your lips touching the midfielder's skin.

Laura's wide blue eyes that matched the color of the sky and yours bodies pressed together turned this photo into the best photo in the world.

She loves you, Freigang loves your unpredictable way.

The German smiled like you could be sure was one of those that hurts because you have it on your face so much. You still remember how red she turned, so red that she looked like she had just eaten the hottest pepper ever eaten.

Laura was ashamed to admit in words how much she loved you, but her body didn't know how to hide it. She loves, she adores - every detail and attitude you have.

She will never get used to you and your surprising actions, and she loves it.

Driving with Laura is fun, you don't need photos to prove it; She talks to you everytime, she misses the route even with GPS and she loves to tease you by saying she's going to stop to go to the bathroom every five minutes.

But sometimes, it could be a disaster. Not because Freigang was driving, but because you two didn't respect the order of the music playlists.

❝ Laura! Let me put my songs on now! ❞

She took a while to answer because she spent minutes concentrating on the road, but gradually turned to face you.

It wasn't always that Laura drove when you were out and about, it was usually you who was in charge of being the driver. But on that day, the blonde German volunteered for it.

❝ What? ❞ Freigang sounded like she didn't understand the question. In fact, she understood very well, just didn't want to change the song.

That was her way.

You accepted it with a distrust, since Laura driving was synonymous for danger.

❝ Disconnect your phone, it's my turn to put it on! ❞ You repeated in a humorous and threatening tone, looking at the German woman's face.

❝ But you've already repeated your playlist, [reader]. ❞ Freigang said with eyes only on the road. ❝ And the last time we went out, you were the one who put on the music! ❞

❝ You only have Frank Ocean and Kendrick on your playlist, Liebe! ❞ You had nothing against listening to them, but spending an entire trip listening to just them was getting tiring.

❝ And what’s the problem? ❞ It was even adorable how naive she was and almost never understood your tastes and opinions; especially when she kept that cute face.

You kept your mouth shut, since the last time you talked about one of Freigang's favorite artists, you had to listen to her argue for several hours.

Face turned to the window, you stopped watching Laura drive to patiently observe the landscape and enjoy the sound coming from the radio. Arms resting on top of the window area; such that it was completely open.

The wind hitting your face and the noise of cars passing at high speed was the only thing that dispersed you at that time.

And you stayed like that for long minutes, until the German woman stretched out her arm holding her own phone; delivering it to you.

❝ Ersatz. ❞ (change it) She spoke as if she were giving orders to a dog.

❝ Why? ❞ You turned back, showing enormous confusion on your face.

❝ Put whatever you want before I change my mind. ❞ Laura murmured without looking at you; Maybe because she was paying attention to the road or embarrassed to face you.

Suddenly, you had a huge smile on your face, the kind no one can't get rid of because it makes you so happy. You grabbed Laura's phone with the greatest desire and played any of your generic songs.

Freigang looked at you discreetly, putting a smile on that beautiful face. Despite everything, she loves to see you happy with every little thing.

❝ I must admit, you have good taste. ❞ You said as you slid your finger across the German girl's phone screen, looking at each song in her playlists.

Laura had great taste, it was undeniable. She listened to everything, but not everything. You two have different tastes - very different and distant tastes; like a line, where you were at one end and she was at the other.

❝ Glad you recognize that, Schätzchen. ❞ She laughed shamelessly, raising her hand again, but this time, to squeeze your cheek as if you were a baby.

❝ Ugh, hey! ❞ You grunted and laughed, carefully pushing the German woman's fingers close to your face. ❝ Stop being an idiot. ❞ You joked.

❝ I want an apology. ❞ Laura murmured, creating a pout on her lips.

You knew exactly what she meant by that.

❝ Apologies for what? I didn't do anything wrong, ma'am. ❞ You giggled.

❝ For complaining about my songs! ❞

You didn't answer, just looking at the shameless woman next to you. It was obvious what she wanted, Freigang always wants kisses from you.

And you couldn't deny them.

Your body automatically took charge of starting close enough to Laura, even though your belt was almost blocking it. Long fingers touched the midfielder's skin, so much so that she didn't take her eyes off the road, even though she knew what was getting.

Pressing your fingers to Freigang's chin and pulled her to your side, slowly so she wouldn't lose sight of the road. Your lips touched hers, like the thousand times this always happens.

Once, ten, maybe fifty times this has happened. You were totally used to giving her quick and magnificent 'sorry' kisses, and they always carried the same affection and love as always.

And Laura's reaction was always the same: laughing and blushing. Maybe she reacted like that because at that time it was playing some electric pop from the 90s.

❝ Stop laughing. You always laugh when we do this! ❞ You said giggling - in an embarrassed and angry tone.

❝ Sorry, but you tickle. ❞ What a lame excuse. In fact, Laura loves seeing how easily you give yourself to her.

You let go of the German woman's face with a little violence, returning to your seat properly. ❝ Pay attention to the road, Liebling. ❞ Your arms crossed automatically, obviously out of embarrassment.

She laughed once again ❝ Right. ❞

The last thing you remember is how Laura was smiling the whole trip and laughing to herself. It's funny how you always smother Freigang in a sea of ​​love and fun.

Well, this time, your songs stayed playing until the end. They stayed for so long that the German blonde memorized all the letters.

And you can say that with conviction, because to this day she sings these same songs. Maybe because these songs remind Laura of your kiss.

In the end, you remember every possible detail very well. Of everything Freigang has ever done to you, good or bad.

Casual moments that turn into formidable memories, memories that are stored in the touches between you and Laura; kept in your gallery.

You won't forget so easily, the same for your favorite German girl.

Stars don't disappear from the universe so quickly, much less your best memories with Laura Freigang.

GALLERY.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Hi! Tangerine x reader request where maybe tangerine is hired as a bodyguard or something with similar powers and whatnot to protect reader. (Maybe reader is like a nepotism baby essentially and her dad hires him to look after her bc he’s maybe in some sort of trouble and worried they’ll go after his daughter?)

[Tangerine follows her through the garden she’s walking through to a secret gazebo]

[She sits, setting her picnic basket down and eventually convinces him to join her.]

[They talk for a while, mainly about her life]

[Time passes]

[She stands and begins talking about the lake round the gazebo and how it’s the perfect wether for a dip]

[He asks if she’d like to go for a swim]

[She begins to reply that she’d love one but unfortunately she cannot swim.]

[He only listened to her say yes and pushed her into the water immediately regretting doing so as he hears the end of her sentence as she’s falling into the water]

[Hastily he strips off his suit jacket and waistcoat and dives into the water in search of her]

[Finally he finds her trying to keep her head above water and takes her back to the gazeo’s edge]

[She hyperventilates and he sits beside her, checking she’s alright]

[Angrily she turns away from him and crawls towards a patch of sunlight in a poor attempt to dry off]

[She lays down and in a begins seemingly increasingly interested in the pillar beside her to take her mind off her anger and annoyance with him]

[he sits next to her and begins apologizing to no avai]

[His hand comes up and he gently guides her face over to look at him. She allows this]

[He sincerely apologizes]

[She ignores his apology and points out chocolate on his face from when they were eating]

[He make a few failed attempts to wipe it off]

[It ends in her leaning forward and kissing him and the chocolate off]

Could lead to smut. Idk I trust your judgement on it. Anyways hope it is too long love you!!!

Chocolate

Suggestive, not really smut but 🤷‍♀️ idk

“Seriously?” You asked your dad, looking at the bodyguard he hired.

“You’re famous now. I used to have one, he wasn’t so bad. Maybe you’ll get along.” He said, and the man stood there quietly. Your dad was rich, and famous once, but now it was your turn.

“I don’t need a bodyguard. It’s just stupid reporters asking about the movie and you.”

“Have you seen some of the things have been saying about you? It’s disgusting. I will not have my child walk out this house and be harassed. It’s not fun. Why do you think I never posted you guys or talked about you guys? Because, if I did you would be in danger.” He said.

“Whatever, can I- we go now? I just wanna go home.” You lied, you were going to a secret beautiful garden, no one else knew about it. And it even had a gazebo. It was shut down a while ago, and it was hidden away.

Apparently it’s haunted, and was built over a graveyard which is why no one goes there. It’s funny how people believe stupid stuff they see online. You thought.

“Sure. Keep her safe, right?” Your dad asked, patting your bodyguard on the shoulder.

“Yes, sir.” He said, looking at you. You just walked out the house, and got in your car. Your bodyguard got in the passenger seat.

He sat there, quietly as you drove.

“So, what’s your name?” You asked him.

“Tangerine.”

“Well Tangerine, my dads really over protective. Sorry about him.”

“It’s quite alright. I get hired by lots of over protective people. But I understand, your movie was great, by the way. You’re a good actor.” He said, and you smiled and thanked him.

☆☆☆☆☆

After a few minutes, you parked the car and got out. Tangerine got out as well.

“Well, looks like someone else knows about this spot now.” You said, and looked over to him. He looked at you and then back to the trail.

You started walking, and you grabbed a bag out the back car.

You sighed “This is so dumb.”

“What is?”

“This.” You gestured to him “I don’t need anyone to watch over me like a babysitter.”

☆☆☆☆☆

After a few months of hanging out there, and him protecting you, you finally understood why you needed him.

As soon as you exited your car in public, reporters swarmed you, tiktokers as well as they filmed you, to see Tangerine instead immediately get in front of you and in the way of their pictures.

At first, they thought you two were dating. Some people were jealous, of him and of you.

And there was a lot of people that loved tangerine. You showed him, and he just looked at it in confusion.

“People are crazy. How do they love me if you’re right there?” He joked.

You felt your stomach flip at that comment. It was undeniable he was attractive, everyone saw it. But you didn’t know he saw you as even pretty, let alone loveable.

You sat down on the grass, basket next to you guys. You both stared out at the lake.

You picked up some chocolate, handing it to him. He thanked you and took it, eating it messily. He was a messy eater, you noticed often. He didn’t care, honestly.

“How come you’ve never swimmed before?” He asked, as you guys walked closer to the lake. You just put your feet in it.

“I would love too, but-“

He pushed you in the water, expecting you to laugh.

But when you screamed and struggled to stay above water, he immediately knew something wrong. You tried to kick, and tried to swim.

His face dropped, he quickly took off his jacket and shirt, diving in. He carried you out the water and sat you down.

You shivered, and looked horrified.

“I’m sorry! I just heard you say you would love to, I didn’t know you couldn’t swim.” He said, as you got up and moved away from him.

He sighed, running a hand through his wet hair.. he went over to you, you had your knees held to your chest.

You didn’t look at him, he sighed and grabbed your jaw.

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t know that you didn’t know how to swim, and I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.” He said, you avoided his gaze and looked at his lips.

“You have some chocolate.. on your lips.” You mumbled quietly. You laughed quietly when he attempted to get it off.

So, any thought was out the window, and you leaned forward, stopping when you ghosted his lips.

“Is this okay?” You asked him.

“More than okay.” He mumbled, as you kissed him. Once you guys stopped, you looked at him and wiped the other chocolate off his face.

He slowly and carefully got on top of you, you laid down underneath him. He kissed you again softly, his shirt was already off so it wasn’t too much of a problem.

You unbuttoned your shirt, and he smirked at the way you tried to cover yourself slightly, feeling exposed.

He grabbed your hands, moving them away.

“Don’t. I wanna see you, all of you.”

[ivyjupiterwrites]

MDNI - Tag You're It

I may or may not have been watching some tiktoks lately...This is what came from it. Just sexual themes, no actual smut sorry!

Also a more so neutral reader one for the buggy boy! Much implication that the reader is familiar with feminine things/mindset just as a warning/to let you know!

There's something so much about the thought of a shy boy being so run ragged by the hot thought of something he could so easily have if he just knew how to ask. Idk if that makes sense but tis the theme.

"I don't understand this whole trend." Roach lamented to you as he scrolled through his phone, thumb furiously swiping upwards. "If I catch you, I fuck you?"

You nearly choked on your drink beside him, eyes flying open wide you looked over to be met with a gaze of medium horror. Adding additional funny fuel to the fire.

You had of course heard all about it, the book it came from and the depravity surrounding it. You were certain Roach's life surely would be at least a few shades better not knowing. He was inexperienced as it was when it came to anything of that nature, even more so than you somehow.

Yet there there the two of you sat--with him watching you oh so expectantly--as if there was some intense lore you were to drop to cue him in.

"What's there to get? Pretty self explanatory I'd say?" You attempted to be as nonchalant as possible, dying inside yes, yet by some small miracle you were externally still. Face maintaining a rather serious, yet bored expression despite the shaken wasps nest within you.

Roach wasn't having any of it. Your reply was met with more throwing of his hands in the air exasperatedly and lengthily sighs. You could be downright infuriating at times. Particularly when it came to fucking him around.

"Uh oh I dunno--" he began in a funny tone after having taken a minute, "maybe, just maybe, why're girls so....strange?" which only cracked you up even more. You didn't have the answers to his question, you weren't sure anyone did.

"Whatttt???" You physically had to turn your head away from him to conceal the wide smile which rose the corners of your downtrodden mouth. He was hilarious at the worst of times--get him really going about something and he could have you in tears. Your feigned ignorance to his question warranted another series of vehement hand gestures and sighs.  

"You know what I mean goddamit." you did, to some extent. Watching someone figure out in real time that there were many levels to the woman horny hierarchy was something within itself. The ranges were from as vanilla as snow to the darkest depths of the abyssal. This trend aligning more so towards the latter despite being no where near as bad as what it could. No where near as bad as some of the depraved things you'd seen.

"Okay but just hear me out for a second." having regained your composure you faced him yet again, this time attempting to lead him through the thought. Upon receiving a compliant, albeit biased nod, you proceeded. "What sounds so unappealing about a lil sexy tag-you're-it?" His brow shot up, curiously he silently awaited whatever you had to say next. "But instead of regular tagging, it's jamming your cock, tongue, whatever, into various holes 'til I'm quite literally sobbing from pleasure." 

The look in which he gave you at your final sentence sent shivers down your spine. He quite literally sized you up, or checked you out--either way, it appeared you particularly piqued his fancy using the two of yourselves as the examples. Eyes leaving yours to slowly descend down your frame, thoughtfully, not rushed, before returning to meet your gaze. This time he didn't have a subtle hint of terror behind it, no, it was smouldering like you'd never seen before.

Roach mulled over your sweetly spoken words. He had to admit, explained like that, it didn't sound half bad. Or bad at all. Especially the way in which you had articulated it, so vividly that he was attempting to swoosh the beautifully sinful picture you had painted in his head away. It was hard to look someone in the eyes and talk to them while imaging what he was.

Especially when that someone was who he was talking to.

You.

"After a reassessment by the council, I concur, the ladies very well just might be onto something." 

This is I feel like is what comes to Roach's mind. He has no idea how else running could be enticing. Unless maybe there was a special reward at the end. He's seen slashers and horror flicks, so he sorta gets the appeal. Sort of.

That's until it consumes his every waking thought.

Roach bides his time with the sweet imagery you had given him like a present--until it no longer suffices. His hand no longer suffices. And he isn't sure how to go about a solution.

(I like to imagine it like the audio 'at first I was like mmmm feet as a joke, I don't think it's a joke anymore'.)

Initially, Roach thought the whole example between you two, the idea of it--all of it--was a fantasy to keep in the back of his mind when he got bored. A forbidden fruit of sorts being battle buddies. You weren't exactly supposed or allowed to do anything. And so it was something he'd use on a rainy day when things were running particularly slow; or if he needed something sassy in the heat of the moment taking care of himself.

Until it wasn't.

He found himself watching you when you weren't looking, more and more--down to the point where the rest of the taskforce felt the need to point it out. His gaze trained on you so intently, they would've thought you were a roadside circus attraction or a cryptid or something from another planet. Thankfully for Roach, he was constantly wearing his goggles and helmet--so there was little to no chance of catching his pure, raw face reacting to you.

It began with when you were cleaning guns, running your hands up and down them. God your hands looked soft, he wasn't sure the last time he'd felt anything like how you looked. The little hums which would emanate from your parted lips, ones he wanted nothing more than to either kiss or shove something between.

You would be sitting there trying to apply lip gloss or hand lotion and he's glued to you. It was peak bad for him on missions, because when you were running around, the sole thing he could think of was recalling your conversation. Your beyond tight pants, the jostle of your body as you would hustle along, panting breathlessly.

You lived rent free in his mind for most of his waking moments, lewd, salacious delusions playing out in his head. Then, eventually, seeped into his unconscious ones. Roach was beginning to wrack up a tally of how many pairs of pants he could ruin cause good lord are the dreams wet. And many.

The excuses were also starting to run thin, ranging from a raccoon had stolen one pair while he was showering to another had gotten brains on them. "Roach, m'boy, the pants, they're supposed to be on you. How the bloody hell do you keep losing them??!" - Price I imagine, like really, that many pairs? Was Roach giving them away? Soap suggesting maybe he should've fought the raccoon for them back, he'd done something similar in Scotland with a bear apparently?

Roach was in a constant state of desperately attempting to stave off the lustly imagery to form any sort of coherent thought or sentence. Getting called on was a nightmare, a slurred, stumbling, fumbling godawful experience that left the others mocking him and wondering if he was on something. And if so, what, cause they surely needed some.

You had cursed him in ways he initially hadn't thought possible. Almost vexing his mind to revolve around how to get you in the very position. How to make it all happen. He had worked out what to do if given the chance, it was getting there that troubled him. Did he want to go there? Could he even go there? He wasn't supposed to, but goddamit he wanted to more than anything. It tore him apart.

"Are you okay?" Gaz eventually just had to ask him, seeing as none of the others were going to. They didn't touch that stuff, and if Roach was going through something, he'd get through it--their angle being if he wanted to go for drinks, they would, otherwise, give'im time.

Gaz didn't hold the same sentiment however when Roach just stopped being himself.

It was creepy, eerie and weird.

To have him quietly holed up in the corner like Ghost, brooding over god knows what when normally he would be bouncing around? When there were tons of unsupervised weapons like grenades, missiles and such just lying about? Yeah Gaz thought he should maybe talk it out instead of waking up to a huge hole in something, or himself. Or just not at all.

"Huh?" obviously being pulled from some part of his buggy little brain; Roach's head snapped up so he could meet Gaz's rather concerned gaze. "Uh oh... Yeah... thanks."

"Sure....No problem mate..." the conversation over just as soon as it had began, the scenario certainly did not unfold how he'd hoped.

Roach was unbearably dry, in tone, expression, hell even with his responses. Gaz was used to being met by a big greeting, typically accompanied with an equally large wave or finger guns or some other goofy ass gesture. This wilted flower version was like a phantom shell of who he normally was. Who he used to be. The hollowed, tired stare didn't suit his teammate, not in the least. It was unnerving as hell.

So promptly spinning on the heel of his boot when its just straight silence, Gaz is turning to leave Roach alone. Since that's what it appeared like, that the boy just wanted to be left to his own devices. Gaz didn't really want to, but he wasn't sure how else to tackle the problem aside from shouting 'what is wrong with you!?!' in his face. Gaz didn't figure that'd help.

He later decides the move is to confide in you about Roach, and how he thinks something is super off. To which you entirely agree. The bugs being buggy.... And when he goes on to tell you Roach tried to downplay him, you offer to tap in. Cause oh hell no, he was not going to just ignore Gaz.

"What's your issue huh?" kicking the bottom of his sole with the toe of your boot, you were at Roach the moment Gaz gave you the go ahead. Not that you really needed his green light to pester one of your closest friends.

"Didn't realize I had one." now more aware that his whole 'poker face' wasn't holding up to the trick, Roach was floundering. He was attempting to find any sort of excuse he could to cover his ass. Something smarter than 'a raccoon stole my pants while I was in the shower'.

"Well you've been holed up over here for nearly the whole flight." you returned as you crossed your arms over your chest, "Not to mention you brushed off Gaz? --D'you got worms in your brain or somethin'?"

"...Not that I know of." he carefully stated, side eyeing the surroundings like he a trapped animal. Like if your eyes were to meet you'd turn to him to stone. "Whaddya need?"

"For you to stop being so weird," you retorted with a good natured albeit disgusted frown, "Get outta that damned corner and come hang out." you tried coaxing him like the caged creature he acted like, your hand waving him along.

"Yeah okay...I will--just give me a sec." humming and hawing for a prolonged moment, he gave in, deciding to comply with your request. You certainly had expected a fight. Something. This all seemed surprisingly easy, you thought to yourself, before you seen him swooshing you away with his hand.

Understandably both confusing and irritating you.

"Uh-uh mister, I ain't going no where." crossing your arms over your chest, you showed quite plainly you wouldn't be obedient. Roach groaned at your defiant response, his head hanging back, shoulders slumping. There was a tenseness about him you had finally come to notice, no longer focused in on his emotional turmoil it was much clearer to see.

"Can you just go ahead please? I swear, I'll be right behind you." the underlying pleading in his tone had your brows furrowed. What in the blue infernal flames of hell was he going on about? The pained tone about him was strange. He could act like a kid but he never tended to whine like one. At least with you. Ghost and Price were another story.

"Why can't I just wait for you?" was your earnest response, offended he'd even suggest you to go ahead. You usually waited for him when the two of you were to walk anywhere. Lengthily he exhaled once more, nostrils flaring he chose to just rise to his feet.

Silently he loomed before you, peering down, just watching you. With his helmet and goggles obscuring 99.9% of his face, there wasn't much to be said about his expression. Unless he was talking or gesturing, you didn't have too much of an idea as to what was going on. Like presently. His stance suggested he wanted to fight you.... or perhaps had a brick in his ass?

Just like previously, you were thrown into yet another pit of confusion. What the hell was he doing?

Your eyes travelled down the frame before you, taking in his shoulders, tactical vest, and it wasn't before long your eyes rested upon...it. What he was ever so quietly as the grave to shamefully show you, or so you at least assumed from the way he bared it to you.

From beneath Roach's pants, ly his all too aroused cock, straining to be freed against his pants. For relief. The fabric looked like it was trying to choke it out, or burst, like it was painful. Or was going to jump out from behind the zipper and bite you.

"I can't stop thinking about that damned... trend you explained." he admitted lowly, and the way in which he spoke had you snapping your head up to look at him. Only to find now he had pulled his goggles up over his forehead, resting on his helmet. He was staring directly down at you, all sorts of emotions swimming in his eyes. "I can't stop thinking about you."

"That's what you've been thinking about?" you could've almost laughed in his face--as a matter of fact, there was a slight giggle to your tone as you spoke which caught his attention. Where you laughing at his advances? Exactly what he had feared. "You should've just come to me, I could've sorted that out for you, ya know."

To say he was sent reeling was beyond an understatement, as you had critically flat lined him with your mortal kombat-esque finishing move. Approval of his request. He had done it.

Roach's mind had drawn a blank as to what to even say, your sweet smile messing all the words up like alphabet soup. How could you be smiling like that after telling him he could do something so devilish to you?

"I'll even let you catch me before you gotta run too much." you winked to him, walking ahead as the two of you were supposed to be going to hangout. As you went ahead, you glanced over your shoulder at him. Roach was stuck to the floor where you'd told him he could enact his wildest fantasies.

So cheeky you were.

And he was absolutely going to take you up on that offer.

[daughter-of-sapph0]

quick question, what's an era 2 tumblr user? we have eras??

it's sorta something I made up myself. tumblr has gone through various shifts in presentation and tone that dramatically affected how people use the website. honestly idk if anyone besides me actually uses this system, but I'm gonna use it anyway because it's funny

so Era 1 is from the start of tumblr until dashcon. this is where the dashboard had those weird lines on the side of reblogs, was the hight of superwholock, allows editing other people's posts, and was filled the overwhelming prevalence of fandom. back then, tumblr wasn't very mainstream and most people who used it were big nerds (affectionate). so there was a strong sense of community between people who had shared interests.

Era 2 starts after dashcon in summer of 2014. this was a disaster of an event that sorta boosted tumblr's popularity for better or for worse. this is also when I first joined in late 2015 as an undertale blogger originally (my first blog has since been deleted though). this is what I'd call the meme era of tumblr. it's when most of the most popular jokes are from. it's when massive inside jokes and tumblr references started. and it's the time where the most people were active. and it lasted until about late 2018 with the porn ban

Era 3 was kicked off with many users deciding to leave tumblr near the end of 2018 beginning of 2019. tumblr's policy on porn up until then had been "go nuts. show nuts" until it was bought by virison who tried their best to make it "family friendly". the whole thing was handled very poorly ("female presenting nipples") and didn't even get rid of all porn, just porn from sex workers and artists who sold nsfw content to make a living. most of those people left for sites like twitter, and many other sfw artists (and also people who just used tumblr for free porn) left with them. for a while, tumblr was pretty empty. but not entirely. there were still very close knit communities, arguably even closer than Era 1 even. and honestly, this is when tumblr was at its most usable. it was quiet. the only thing that you had to worry about was the occasional porn bot (and staff's growing authoritarianism, but we'll get to that). it's hard to argue when exactly Era 3 ends. I like to say it's when elon musk bought twitter, but I also think it might have started a bit before then. it's more of a slow transition that happened sometime between early and late 2022

Era 4 is the return era. when everyone who went to twitter came crawling back. this was sorta kicked off with staff starting to be more lax with their porn restrictions. but don't think that staff was having a change of heart and suddenly nice. for the longest time, they had been overstepping boundaries and abusing their authority, such as banning mainly Black and leftist users calling them "Russian psyops". it was also around this time that people discovered that there were several terfs on the development team, and that was likely the reason they didn't ban nazis and terfs despite both being in clear violation of the tos. tumblr staff tried to distract from this controversy by adding a bunch of gimmicks. the crabs for April fools, blazing posts, checkmarks, tumblr live. this for some reason actually worked, and a lot of people just forgot or didn't care about staff any more, and it actually brought in a lot of new users. I have no idea how long Era 4 will last. all the Eras have been kicked off with a massive change in how social media operates that becomes more dramic and impactful each time. so short of the us government completely banning tiktok for good, I doubt Era 4 will end any time soon.

sorry this turned mostly into a rant against staff near the end. as you can obviously tell, I'm sorta biased towards Era 2 and 3, as that's when I had the best experiences with tumblr. and a lot of the problems I have with the site today can be traced back to staffs stupid decisions and abuse of power and authority.

but yeah. I hope that makes sense.

[bitsbug]

i have a ton of question/suggestions for slug sign: 1. how do you indicate emotion in SS? my best guess is using cycles but talking about smth like sadness cant really be done that way 2. is there a specific way youre supposed to type out SS in english? 3. SS seems pretty heavy on context adding a kind of adjective system may help to fix issues with specification as well as free up room for more words. an example would be making words for "cycle", "food", "region", and "direction" and then changing the current word for "cycle" into "specify" so you could say [cycle] [<specification>] to talk about the specific cycle and plan or [direction] [<specification>] to talk about a specific direction and where you may want to go.. etc. words without specification still work but use context. 4. is there a way to explain advanced movement in SS, stuff like a flip or roll. 4.5. if not id suggest adding words for stuff like "sprint" or "crouch" and to go with it "then" to explain stuff for example [jump] [then] [crouch] [forward] would be a way to explain sliding

5. did you ever have concepts for a written version?

hooh momma! thank you for all the questions!

1)

Slugsign has a few emotion indicators, but not all of them are signs. We hop around a lot and dance and flip when we're happy; hopping in place is kind of a "this is good!" while hopping sporadically is "I'm excited!"

Using "loser" repeatedly or shaking on the spot expresses frustration, alongside signing "no" a lot and hitting eachother with rocks. Also insulting whatever you're mad at, we love to insult things.

Recently we've started using "peace" as a way of saying sorry, which wasn't even intentional it just developed during a play session. Sadness is characterized by a lot of "sorry" and crouching without movement and trying to shove yourself into corners. [Me] [loser] is used to express guilt.

2)

Oh hey, you actually use the exact method we use in this ask. We transcribe signs by placing them in brackets, for example: [give?] [Moon] [quantity-lots] [scav][object]. There's no official way you're "supposed" to though, that's just what we do.

3)

What you propose sounds like an interesting idea, but idk how much it'd be utilized. I mean for direction you can just.. point in the way you want to go. And "cycle" in reference to a day is considered the current one by default- you'd use "later" to specify a future one. I think what you're wanting is an abstracted "this" sign? which yeahh WOULD be nice actually..

I've thrown out the idea of having a grammatical word order thing, like [cycle] [food] and [food] [cycle] having different meanings, but Phen's worried that'll be really hard to memorize and cause confusion. Idk I still think it's cool and would add a lot of nuance, I'm gonna try to convince her on it.

4)

We probably could add those signs if y'all really want? I know people use it for their own co-op now, but in me and Phen's sessions we both already know the movement tech. It sounds really funny to teach someone about rainworld using slugsign though, I like that.

I could see condensing all those into a single "movement" or "example" sign: you use the sign and then do the action you're demonstrating. So a backflip would be like.. [example-run] [example-turn] [fast] [example-jump].? Could probably use some workshopping.

5)

..no not really!! I'm not a linguist or a language hobbyist, me and Phen are just winging this shit according to need, and I have NO idea how I'd go about making a written variant beyond transcripts. Besides idk if we'd really.. use it? That sounds super good for the worldbuilding aspect, but we already have the legend to reference. Anyone else who wants to take on the idea, by my guest.

[deadboyfriendd]

for the 200 cigs prompts: "You need to find somebody that likes you the way you are." maybe with stone gothic?? idk i wanted to ask about steve in that fic and i felt like this was mayyyyybe the line that fit best but if u feel inclined for another that's fine too, i'm not particularly loyal to it!

Sorry for how long this took me, babe. I had to THINK about this one. But, I do thing this is my favorite blurb I wrote for this game. Excuse me if there are any plot holes in my own writing, I haven;t read through Stone Gothic in a hot minute.

Six Summers After The Rabbit

That summer was the summer that Steven had grown into himself. He emerged from the woolen coats a monarch, a specimen of boyhood lost. He had lost that boyish gangliness and replaced it with something greater, something more broad. He seemed more capable now, stronger. He was more sure in his stride and more booming in his presence. He was also much more present in the way he loomed over you, though not unkindly– always gentle. 

The crestfallen snow was no longer an infinite sheet and had instead dissipated into a sludge that stuck to your shoes and soaked deep into the buckskin and immediately into your bones. 

As you waited for the world to dry, Steve waited for you to want him. 

Your steps were surer, now, too. You were much quicker than he in his new form, more sly and more graceful. He watched the way your feet mapped out cobblestone paths along the unimproved hunting trail that you have been running for seven summers now. He wondered if your feet fell in the same steps, he wondered if you were even touching the ground. 

It seemed as if this wild geranium had remained untouched by the violent frost of a hard winter– the hardest you had ever known. This clearing was not known to anyone in the village, for their fear of the wolf dictated their lives to the confines of the village and not any further. Though, in your own youthful naivety, you’d wondered if the wolf was even real. Wolves existed– sure, you had seen them. But this wolf? Eight feet tall and bipedal? Crooked claws and ugly notched fingers that hung down like a mans? You could not commit yourself to the nuances of this folklore. 

Steven spread the sheepskin before you to sit, and you welcomed yourself to it. 

He sat beside you, laying all the way down so as to not be seen in the deep brush surrounding you. He offered his bicep for your head– in which you gladly took, too. It had been bigger this year, you noted. He was much warmer than he had been in previous years. 

“This is the summer you turn twenty.” He said to you, matter-of-factly, though, you knew the weight that this statement held. 

You focused your eyes to the sky, not wanting to make eye contact with him. You knew that you were to be betrothed by your twentieth birthday. You had heard whisperings of dowries and offerings from around the village. You answered him with a deep, guttural sigh. 

“You know,” he started, and you turned your head to look up at him. “You don’t have to marry any of them.” 

Steve looked pretty like this, in the glow of the daylight. You watched the way the skin of his neck folded as he spoke. Saw the way his thick lashes kissed at the apples of his cheeks. Counted the moles on his neck like stars. 

“And ruin my father in this village?” You’d said back, with a roll of your eyes. You had not meant to be ugly, though, Steve knew this was a sensitive topic. 

"You need to find somebody that likes you the way you are."

“Oh really, and who would be so inconvenienced to be loved by me?”

“We could run away,” he suggested, “Live our lives in the forest.”

You couldn’t help but to laugh at the idea of being married to Steve, how funny it was the idea of being loved by the person who you learned how to walk alongside, who taught you to hunt and forage and fish. 

What you didn’t know was that Steve had already offered a dowry of his own to your father. One far more handsome than anyone had to offer in this village– your protection. He had offered your father the guarantee of a long and happy life, even if you would never be married. 

“Seriously, I would love to bear the burden of loving you.” 

[sugarlywhispers]

this is me, rambling about the dream i had with TODOROKI MOTHERFUCKING SHOUTO 🫶 you're welcome to join me 😊

omg, okey, so i have to talk about this because if i don't i'm gonna go crazy i am crazy, but that's another story. Last friday night, i had dream with SHOUTO -MF- TODOROKI. 🙈🙈🙈

i'm not a high believer in Shifting, but it had happened to me a couple of times before, where i dream very lucidly, to the point in which i even feel the dream so real i always wake up strartled. And this time, it happened with Shouto.

i was in the UA Sports Festival compiting (why, idk, because I EVEN DIDN'T HAVE A QUIRK, AND EVERYBODY KNEW IT🙈 yep, i'm stubborn like that LOL). What i don't remember is if i was younger or older than Todoroki, but by the way he was sooooo freaking overprotective of me, i guess i was younger. However, he was sooooo shy towards me, that i found myself thinking "wow, he really is that cold in personality".

wherever i went, he was right beside me, taking care that nothing happened to me, and the funny thing was that i told him "dude, i know how to take care of myself," not me always acting like a smart-ass even in my dreams lol AND HE HAS THE AUDACITY TO TURN AROUND, LOOK ME RIGHT IN THE EYES, AND WITH THOSE DUO-COLORED EYES SAY:

"I do it so much better."

Like, AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

How dare you, Todoroki Shouto, to be so fucking HOT!!!!!!!!!!

Also, Bakugou Katsuki was a fucking asshole. He punched me twice. No remorse at all. So i kicked him in the balls, and that was it, i won. LMFAO. You bitch, i love you "Great Explosion Murder God: Dynamight", but i'm not letting you step over me. Lol i know, with this attitude of mine you can see why i identify a lot with Katsuki 🤭

After that, Bakugou actually searched for me everywhere to get revenge, cuz he definitely can hold a grudge. And this time, Shouto and i knew Katsuki was not hesitant at all to use his flames, so Mr. Shouto "I'm going to protect you from anyone" Todoroki stuck himself at my back, especially because now the activity was in groups of two. Of course he picked me, and i didn't have a choice but to stay with him and honestly enough, i didn't oppose to it loool😉.

Now, here comes what completely took me by surprise:

DEKU AND BAKUGOU WERE A TEAM yep, for the bakudeku shippers out there, including me, this made me smiiiile lol. And let me tell you something, MIDORIYA FUCKING IZUKU IS TERRIFYING WHEN HE WANTS TO BE. But we all knew that, right? It's probably what all of us love about him. 🥰

So, they both were behind Shouto and mine's ass. LOL. i don't know how, but Todoroki and i were winning this shit. And that's when i started to feel weird, cuz suddenly i realized that i did have a quirk. But i was so opposed to use it, like i couldn't control it well, so i completely made myself believe i did not have one. It was so weird, having that knowledge that you have it but if you use it you could kill everyone around. It's even really sad. 😢

Moving a bit forward, BAKUGOU IS SEARCHING FOR MY ASS. Literally. I'm running and he's behind me throwing his mf explosions at me with no fucking care or remorse at all, and i'm dodging them like a champion if i can brag of myself a lil bit, thank you very much. Shouto is been held back by Deku, like, they are continuosly and strongly fighting, Shouto trying to get closer to me as i ran but Izuku grabs him, pulls him back and fights him with all his might (get the reference? 😉 sorry, ignore my idiocy lol). There is even a moment while running where Shouto and i meet eyes and he looks so fucking desperate to get to me that it made me feel all tingly and realize, "oh... he likes me, likes me." 😳

I don't know why, but that's when i remembered when Shouto wouldn't use his flames, and while his story was different than mine, it made me think that if he could control his, i could mine.

YES, I HAD SOME KIND OF FIRE QUIRK. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

I knew if i took Bakugou down, Shouto and i would win, so i had to use it.

I was ready, so ready that i even stopped running and turned to that massive man that looked like a monster, a.k.a. Bakugou Katsuki, a.k.a. Great Explosion Murder God, Dynamight, AND I FREAKING LET MY FLAMES OUT.

And then i woke up. 😑

I KNOOOOOOWWWW, IT WAS EVEN EXASPERATING FOR MEEE 🙈🙈😩😩

But i do remember something...

Todoroki Shouto's big fucking smile when he saw my flames. And he looked so fucking beautiful and proud 🥲. It's not fair to look like that right at the enddddd 🙈🙈

* exhales long and deep *

So, that was it. That was the dream lol I feel better now that i took it out of chest and head looool ✌️😊✌️

[luvrhyune]

-; ✧˖*°࿐ AIN’T SHIT . HWANG HYUNJIN .

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ SUMMARY ; after a good gossip session with your best friend, you find out some interesting information about your ex(?) boyfriend.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ PAIRING ; best friend! hwang hyunjin x gn! reader

— warnings ; swearing, suggestive (?) not really just stats that you & felix had sex but there’s noting explicit, fluff, angst, embarrassment & humiliation (??), awkwardness (?) idk.

— notes ; i did a part 1 to this, but you can read it as a stand alone.

masterlist.

you were spending the day with your best friend, hwang hyunjin. the two of you were having your weekly gossiping session. your head snug in his lap as the two of you talked about the people in your classes, the people you both followed on your social medias. you talked about anything and everything.

“i’m sorry. you did what?!” the look of disgust on your best friend’s face pulled you from his lap as you sat up to face him. he took in a deep breath, putting down his iced americano before taking your hands and holding onto them tightly. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to look at you like that,” he looked you up and down, one eyebrow raising as he looked over your figure skeptically, “but why’d you sleep with him?”

you sat up straighter, your answer immediately tumbling out of your lips, "i didn't mean to!" hyunjin dead panned, looking over your figure as if you were an idiot - he did not believe you in the slightest. you groaned, pulling your hands from out of his hold, bringing them up to your temples to softly rubbing over them to soothe your on coming headache, debating if you should tell him or not.

with your decision made, you fell back onto the blonde's mattress with a soft thud. "you're a nosey bastard, you know that right?" hyunjin answered your rhetorical question with a smirk, gesturing for you to continue on with your story. you stared up at the ceiling, all thoughts going back to that night, "i didn't plan on sleeping with him, i'm not sure why i even got into his car." there was a long pause, and for a moment hyunjin was worried you had fallen asleep. you slowly sat up on your side, resting your head on the palm of your hand as you looked over at your best friend, "jinnie... he told me he loved me," you whispered, looking down at the sheets, "he said he's always gonna love me, and want me."

he scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at you in disbelief, “so that means you get to be a home-wrecker?” his brow rose, asking you a silent question. immediately sitting up, your jaw dropped in surprise. your hands searching for the nearest thing to pick up, which was a pillow, to hit him with. hyunjin squawked, his arms lifting up to his face, to protect himself from your attacks.

“I'm not even a home wrecker!” you huffed, rolling your eyes, crossing your own arms over your chest. you sat back against the wall, further away from your best friend, wanting to keep yourself ‘safe’ from him, “besides, he’s not even dating anyone.”

hyunjin eyed you, “who told you that?”

you sat up straighter, holding your ground against the faux blonde, “he did.”

hyunjin stared at you, blinking and tilting his head as if he was observing you. his blank face turned into a smile - his hand going over his his mouth as he began to giggle. you frowned, watching as his head tilted back, his hand moving away from his face as he opted to clapping both hands together as he started laughing hysterically, “you actually..? you actually believed him?!” you felt your brow twitch, your frown deepening as you sagged your body back away from him to protect yourself from him once more.

“what's so funny?” you pouted, his laughter, not only annoying, but also making you feel self conscious. you refused to answer his previous question, knowing that he’d only laugh harder and you didn’t know if you could take that.

hyunjin sighed, wiping his eyes of any remaining laughter as he calmed himself down. he took a few moments before he spoke, knowing that if he tried to, he’d just end up in laughter again. “my beloved, there was a reason he told you he wasn’t dating that girl.” he took your hands into his after shuffling his body to face yours, his demeanour now completely serious. “if you believed he was seeing someone else, you wouldn’t have gone to see him or want anything to do with him. he knows that.”

you took a few moments to process what he just told you, everything suddenly making sense. “what the fuck?” your best friend watched as your features suddenly formed into a frown, his own forming into one of a sad smile, “i hate him. hyunjin i want to kill him.”

“no you don’t.” the blonde chuckled, letting go of your hands and his position on the bed to stretch. “i was joking when i called you a home-wrecker, by the way,” he looked back at you, hands on his hips as he put most of his weight onto one foot, “it was obvious you had no idea.”

you didn’t reply, your eyes concentrating on the bed sheets below you as you clenched and unclenched them between your fingers. hyunjin studied you carefully. his arms folded against his chest, eyebrows furrowed as his eyes raked over your form, trying you figure you out. he let out a gasp of realisation, pointing an accusing finger at you, ���you’re gonna start an argument!”

you let out a sound of faux shock, holding your hand over your chest as if you were insulted, “no!” you dragged out, a smile forming on your face, “i’m just gonna have a chat with him.” you stood, walking past your best friend and towards the door.

hyunjin groaned, throwing his head back as he ran his large hand through his long blonde hair. “just don’t take it too far, i’m supposed to meet with him later tonight.” he spoke giving you the side eye.

“no promises,” you smile widened as you saw his exasperated face, “love you, bye!” you blew him a kiss before slipping through the door.

lee felix was going to have a piece of you mind, how dare he lie to you.

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