#we had a brain fart

[nanasketchdump]

Me: shit, my period is very late...

My mom: omg what if -

Us, remembering I'm a lesbian with no game:

[eonslice]

ctntduo if they talked during the lore finale

[dreamofbecoming]

called my dad to chat today, and his response to my “happy father’s day” was “oh shit we missed your birthday!” which. his dismay was sweet, but my birthday is still a month away.

[pichu-chu]

I was at Burger King the other day and my mom was ordering for me, and the guy said

“would that be all?”

But somehow my mom heard

“anything else?”

and very confidently said “No! :)”

Queue 10 seconds of silence

[ravensroleplays]

When you see an ask meme you reblogged in the past, and think, again, about how bad you are at ask games...🥲

[the-acid-pear]

I hate the anxiety horror movies give me even after I'm done because i just woke up from such an upsetting nightmare

[trendywaifus]

Hmm can I ask for making them Jealous and then pinning you to the wall? Chlorinde, And Miko? NSFW if it’s fine??

if it’s alr with you, ill make it gn! i didn’t know if you wanted fem or gn! reader. nsfw’s fine but i had a major brain fart so I kept it sfw, sorry lovely😞

“ what do you possibly gain from involving yourself with the new traveler? “ a hardened familiar voice husks in your ear after a hand swiftly pulls you into an empty street. back pressed against the wall, you found yourself staring into clorinde’s narrowed purple eyes. you blinked several times at her question in confusion, “ what do you mean possibly gain and involving yourself? what’s with the suspicion? i was simply trying to be friends with them—wait, were you following me, clorinde? “

before this, you and the traveler explored around the popular parts of fontaine to introduce them to great shops and sight–seeing areas. you were unaware of your lover following closely behind, blending into the crowds and weaving through them. she places her gloved hand next to the side of your head, the other rests under your chin. “ oui, i wish to keep an eye on the traveler and i was surprised that you also were accompanying them. that. .not only strengthened my resolve to follow behind but to also make sure you were safe. “ clorinde confessed.

you chuckled, “ navia was right, you do have a stalking problem. “

she sighs deeply, flickering her gaze down to the ground before back at you, slightly embarrassed. “ please do not say such things, mon amour. you’re making it sound like i am strange, but. .i am sorry for following you without your consent. “

“ you should apologize to the traveler as well, gorgeous. “

clicking her tongue, she draws closer to your face, you wind your arms around her waist. “ i am only apologizing to you and that is all. “ clorinde’s soft lips brush along your jaw, a shiver runs down your spine.

“ dearest, come here. “

her request sounded more like a demand as she beckons you over with a finger. confused, you reluctantly complied, walking over to her by the narukami tree. yae’s eyes looks you up and down in with disapproval. “ i heard from little birdies you were acquainting yourself with that divine priestess earlier today, no? “ she queried, crossing her arms. noticing the subtle tension in your youkai’s voice, you swallowed thickly.

“ miko, i— “

“ address me as guuji yae before you speak, little one. “

you sighed exasperatedly, missing the mischievous glint in her eyes. “ guuji yae, kokomi was simply visiting for a formal meeting with the shogunate, i managed to catch her around the town area prior and wanted to chat with her. “ you explained. she hums thoughtfully, unfolding one of her arms to caress your cheek idly. it made you nervous that you couldn’t tell what yae was thinking, but you felt the atmosphere thicken when you mentioned kokomi. those two did share some sort of weird rivalry with each other.

“ chat, huh? care to share anything interesting you two were chatting about? “

“ w-well, it wasn’t really much, just books and general things involving daily life and duties. we were catching up. “ you laughed nervously, rubbing the back of your neck. yae quirks a brow, her gaze narrows. “ goodness, catching up? dearest, i was unaware you were already acquaintances with that girl. why didn’t you tell me about this sooner? “ was that hurt in her voice? disbelief? it couldn’t be that she was. .

“ mik–guuji yae. .are you jealous? “

before you can react, your body was pinned against the divine tree. it felt pleasantly warm against your back. yae’s hot breath fans against the side of your cheek, her hand encircles around your neck firmly. “ to ask me such a question like that is most baffling, wouldn’t you say, little one? “ she chuckles dryly, softly squeezing your neck before continuing, “ but i should say, it irks me at the thought of you and miss ‘sole of the deep’ meeting behind my back. next time i see her, we will have many things to discuss, hm? perhaps i’ll even have you tag along as well. “

[jae-bummer]

Un-Breaking Up

Request: i’m not sure if your request are still open honestly it’s my first time requesting ever. do you think you could do one of 10, and 13 with changbin, they were exes and something happened either one could say 10 and then they get stuck together, idk this was a big brain fart

Prompt:

10) “Was it worth it?”

13) Oh no! There's only one bed!

Pairing: Stray Kids Changbin x Reader

Genre: Angst (with a happy ending)

Song rec as you read: Top or Cliff - KIM SEJEONG

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"What do you mean there's only one room left?" you hissed into your cell phone.

"They overbooked for the weekend," Chan sighed on the other end of the line. "We reserved the rooms when you and Bin were still together."

"And I told you I would pay the extra to get my own room," you groaned. This could not be happening.

When you had agreed to go on this friend-cation, you had been blissfully wrapped in the throes of love.

Now, you were stranded at the airport with a headache and an ex-boyfriend hailing a cab.

"It would have been nice for you to tell me he was on the same flight by the way," you scoffed.

"You literally booked the flights together-"

"You said he was going to change them to come in earlier! With you!"

"I thought he was!" Chan gasped. "Look, if you can't suck it up and be an adult for five minutes-"

"It's a twenty-minute drive," you pouted.

"And rooms are already sorted, so you guys are just going to have to figure it out," he sighed. You could almost hear him, miles away, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Can't he like...stay on your pull-out couch?" you hedged. "I'm sure your partner won't-"

"Oh, they will very much mind," Chan chuckled. "Plus, Changbin paid his portion just like everyone else. He's not getting downgraded to my loveseat."

"He's small enough to fit damn near anywhere," you muttered.

"Y/N," Chan said slowly, careful to keep his annoyance reigned in. "We'll see you soon, okay?"

"Just say you hate me," you complained. You knew you were being dramatic, but you were in too deep to turn back now. It really wasn't your intention to be a brat, but you and Changbin hadn't seen each other in weeks. Your friends had inadvertently become children of divorce, so you knew Chan didn't deserve the grief you were giving him.

"If by hate you mean love," he said cheerfully. "Now get your butt here. I'll see you in the morning."

Rolling your eyes, you hung up the call and shoved your phone in your pocket. Turning on your heel, you marched over to where Changbin was shoving suitcases into the back of a taxi.

"Everything okay?" he huffed, pushing the very last of the luggage into the trunk. "What did Chan say?"

"That you've been invited to sleep on his pullout couch," you smiled brightly.

"Y/N."

"They couldn't get us separate rooms," you muttered, crossing your arms. "And we have to make do."

Changbin's eyebrows shot up. "I'll pay the difference."

"Tried that," you sighed. "They literally have no more room."

"They always have more room," Changbin grumbled, yanking his phone out of his pocket. "Even if it's an executive suite."

"By all means," you hummed, sliding into the back of the waiting car. "If you think you can do something literally no one else could, go ahead."

Choosing not to acknowledge your comment, Changbin joined you in the backseat. Careful to keep a sufficient space barrier between the two of you, he informed the driver of your destination before getting on the phone with what you assumed to be the hotel concierge.

No matter how charming he could be, the fifteen minutes he spent on the phone yielded no results. As he hung up, you could see how ruffled he was. Leaning his head against the window of the taxi, he slowly exhaled.

"Let me guess?" you remarked. "No matter how much money you threw at the problem, it didn't work?"

Taking a deep breath, he swiveled toward you. "I was just trying to help-"

"No one asked," you said sharply. "I tried to fix the problem and couldn't. So did Chan. I don't know why you thought you could come in and save the day-"

"You used to like it when I saved the day," he bristled.

You knew you weren't being fair and simply picking at him just for the sake of picking. "I used to like you in general, but here we are."

Changbin closed his eyes and leaned back into the seat. Luckily, the hotel was already coming into sight. Unluckily, you would still be stuck together for the next few days.

.

"Shit," Changbin said, stepping into the hotel room.

Yanking your suitcase over the lip of the door, you made your way into the room, stopping just behind him. "What-"

The words were erased from your tongue as you took in your surroundings. The room was gorgeous, and admittedly, pretty romantic. You were greeted by a small seating area and a low table decorated with rose petals and snacks. Looking further into the room, you could see you had your own private pool outside, intimate and moody with low lighting. The thing you had avoided recognizing though was perhaps the most obvious.

There was only one bed.

"Perfect," you croaked, completely exhausted by this whole situation. "Absolutely perfect."

"I could try to-"

"My guess is," you said slowly. "That they are so fully booked, that they won't be able to move us to a room with two queens."

"But you don't know that for sure," he said with a small nod, trying to convince himself. "I'll go to the front desk."

"Knock yourself out," you sighed, leaning against the wall to begin sliding slowly down it. It was time to accept defeat. "Better yet actually knock yourself out."

Changbin shot you a dirty look as he yanked the door open and disappeared from sight.

Too bad he was back within ten minutes.

"Let me guess," you smirked. "They are fully booked and won't be able to move us to a room with two queens?"

"You don't have to gloat," he pouted, plopping on the edge of the bed. Looking helplessly around the room, his focus landed on the two armchairs in the seating area (very much not a normal, pull-out couch.) "I can just make a pallet on the floor."

You felt a small pang in your chest. As much as you didn't want to admit you had any threads of care left for the man in front of you, you did. And unfortunately, you didn't want to condemn him to sleeping on the floor. "That wouldn't be fair to you."

"It is what it is," he sighed. "And I'm not going to subject you to laying in a bed with me when you don't even want us to be in the same room."

"Stop being dramatic," you scoffed, totally projecting. "We can make a pillow barrier. Plus, I really don't want to hear you complain and make me into the bad guy."

"Y/N," he groaned. "It's not like that."

You chewed on your lip, knowing it wasn't. Changbin had honestly been much more charitable than you had even tried being since the two of you had broken up. You had pinned most of the reasons for separating on him, so maybe he had taken it to heart.

Choosing to ignore his protests, you began to unpack instead. Leaving the top two drawers in the dresser open for him (a habit from when you were dating) you silently moved your clothing and essentials to various parts of the room.

"Do you mind if I shower first?" he asked. His tone was careful, as if he was waiting for you to explode.

You hated it.

"Go for it," you answered.

He moved quietly toward the bathroom, leaving you with only your thoughts as you heard the click of the lock.

Moving toward the bed, you shoved your face into a pillow to let loose a mix between a groan and scream. Sometimes it just helped to make nonsensical sounds when you were feeling frustrated.

It was difficult being around Changbin again. Even though the two of you had broken up, there were feelings there. You had been so desperately in love with him at one point, you just assumed you would be a little bit in love forever. You thought the two of you had been bulletproof, but in one evening of anger, you managed to break both your heart and his (and still clung to the rationalization that it was all his fault).

You knew who he was when you had started dating. Seo Changbin, member of Stray Kids, producer in 3racha, gym rat, and lastly, boyfriend. All of those things came first, and you were so, so tired of being the last checkbox on the list. After being cancelled on for maybe the hundredth time because there was some sort of work emergency, you had had enough. His things were waiting in boxes when he had eventually shown up, and you had endless reasons for why you didn't want to continue forward.

When he begged, you had shut him down. Looking back now, you knew it was because you were afraid. It was easier to have a hard break than admit that you were both flawed people who weren't trying hard enough. It was easier than actually making the effort and being uncomfortable. You werent't ready for that advanced level of vulnerability.

Changbin was one of the softest and squishiest individuals you had ever met, which made it even harder. Any form of neglect he had stumbled into subjecting you to had never came with a hard edge. When he apologized, he was genuinely sorry. He was too good and pure to have to deal with you being upset over something he loved. He dreamt of being an idol before he even knew you existed. It would be the best for both of you if you just stopped interfering in his success.

Maybe the thing that hurt you the most though was seeing how it seemingly didn't affect him. He continued forward like nothing had happened, even treating you as a friend whenever you happened to run in the same circles. That was when you decided you couldn't like him, even if you loved him. It was easier to be annoyed than show how hurt it made you.

It was sick to say that you had wanted him to be just as miserable and lost as you were.

As you heard the water cut off, you pushed your face away from the pillow and took a deep breath. It was just a quick trip. You could be cordial for the sake of your friends.

You heard him before you saw him. With the phone glued to his ear, he was chuckling at someone on the other line. It was difficult not to ogle at the water droplets still decorating his shoulders and collar bone, even though he was technically fully dressed in a tank top and shorts.

"We need to redo the guide," he instructed. "I might be able to break away for a little bit and record something.

Yes, I know I'm on vacation, but we're already behind."

After a few more minutes of arguing, he hung up, and tossed his phone onto the bed.

You couldn't help yourself. "Was it worth it?"

"Hm?" he asked. You knew he had to pull himself out of his own thoughts before he could address yours.

"Was it worth it?" you repeated, crossing your arms.

"The shower?" he asked, lifting his brows and smiling his patented one-sided smirk. "Absolutely."

"No," you croaked. "Working. On vacations, in what's supposed to be your free time. Was it all worth it?"

He plopped on the edge of the bed, keeping his back to you. "We're talking past - past tense here...aren't we? Not the call I was just on."

Your silence was answer enough.

"I like to think it was," he said quietly, tilting his head to the side as he made a hissing noise to reprimand himself. "But as days go by, the more and more I wonder if I was wrong."

You chewed on your lip, not at all knowing what answer you had expected, but that wasn't it.

Looking over his shoulder, he slowly pivoted his body to face yours. His expression softened as he said quietly, "Is that why you hate me?"

Your jaw dropped open as you floundered for one of your knee-jerk, cutting responses. His face conveyed such helplessness.

"...I don't hate you, Changbin," you said quietly. Surely, he had to know that.

"I don't think I would blame you if you did," he chuckled sadly. "I put just about everything before you, didn't I?"

"It wasn't a matter of putting things before me," you said slowly. "It was a matter of putting things before us. We were supposed to be a team."

The old adage that time heals all wounds was at least proving itself to be slightly true. It was definitely easier to speak on how you were feeling now that you had put some space between yourself and the initial confrontation.

Changbin nodded slowly. "I wanted to be better."

You tried to take the ice out of your tone. "I did too."

"Then why didn't we try?" he asked, looking toward you with watery eyes.

You tried to focus on your breathing. If Changbin cried, you were absolutely going to cry.

"I thought...I thought that I had done so badly as a boyfriend," he continued. "And that's why you treated me like I was an inconvenience once we broke up."

"You were an inconvenience," you grumbled. "Only because I was still so upset...and you were acting like everything was okay between us."

"I don't know how to act otherwise!" he contended. "We broke up and I still loved you. Treating you any other way would have hurt my heart, and I'm too selfish to do that on top of what was already done."

"Huh," you hiccupped, feeling the tears come despite your best efforts. "I really goofed, didn't I?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, furrowing his brows.

"I was the one who did the breaking up, Bin," you said quietly. "I tried to tell myself I shouldn't feel bad because it was your fault. You were the one who was always gone, but I didn't try to talk to you about it. I let it become this completely...other thing inside of me. It was like every time you cancelled, I added it to this stack until it finally tumbled over."

"But I should have realized on my own," he asserted, standing up to move closer to you. Dropping to his knees in front of you, he gathered your hands in his. Looking up through his lashes, you could see the toll the last few months had taken on him.

You were foolish to think he wasn't suffering in the same way you were.

"We can blame ourselves all day," you sniffed, finally letting the tears run over your cheeks. "But it doesn't change the fact that we broke up...and now we're here."

"So we un-break up," he mused, saying it as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

"Un-break up?" you muttered.

"Mhm," he hummed, easing up from his knees to sit beside you. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he tucked you into his side.

"It's not that easy," you hiccupped, shaking your head but making no attempt to untangle your body from his.

"Who says it can't be?"

"We're different people now, Bin," you maintained. "Do we even know if we can be that safe space for each other? It ended so poorly last time, and-"

"Because we let it!" he argued. "But we know now-"

"Do we?" you interrupted. "We don't actually know how to fix what happened. We walked away."

"And here we are, walking back," he chuckled, shaking his head. "We can try, really try...if you think it's worth it."

You chewed on your lip, looking toward him. His eyes were still a little puffy from his brief crying episode, but it was definitely the same Bin you had fallen in love with months ago. His dark hair was beginning to dry in its signature messy curls, and his even darker eyes watched you carefully. There was a fire there that had been extinguished for so long, seeing it again caused your heart to skip a beat. Now that you had opened the door, he would push as hard as possible to make his way back in.

"Y/N?"

"I may not be worth it," you laughed grimly. "But I know you are."

"I didn't know we were throwing a pity party," he teased. "I should have bought streamers."

"I take it back," you grumbled. "You aren't worth it."

Changbin's grin was wide as he wrapped his other arm around you and squeezed you tightly. "Of course, you're worth it, silly."

"So we're doing this," you whispered into his bare shoulder. The smell of his shower gel was still heavy on his skin, encouraging you to inhale deeply. For the first time in weeks, you felt at home.

"Hell yeah we are," he chimed. "We're going to do the shit out of this."

You laughed as you pulled away from him. You wanted to look into his eyes. He needed to understand.

"Starting now, we both promise to do better," you nodded slowly. He nodded along, eyes wide. "Which means, do you really have to work while you're here?"

He smirked, letting out a small chuckle. "Starting now, I am going to be so present in this relationship, you're going to get sick of me. You'll be begging for me to go to the studio."

"Somehow I doubt that," you sighed, lifting a hand to cradle his jaw. He tilted his face, nuzzling your palm before dropping a soft kiss there. "But I'm excited to see you try."

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

Hi!! I have a one shot request (I hope I’m in the right place lmao)

What about a autistic (fem)reader who is super smart and seems to notice things about the case that the others haven’t and every time she tries to state her thoughts a rude sherif cuts her off/infantilising her and Emily defends her

Honestly my brain stopped at the thought of Emily, I need more of her 😔🫶

-anon ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

autistic fem!plus size reader, wc: 517.

cw! asshole elders :/

a/n: i have had this finished but sitting in my drafts because i was too lazy to post it, but here it is! i hope that i was able to capture what you were looking for right! :] this can either be read as platonic or romantic!

You have been spoken over and shut down for the past hour, twenty minutes, and thirty seconds. 

You hated being silenced, but one thing that trumps that was being infantilized. You worked hard to get where you were now, and you hated being treated like a child just because your way of thinking was different from your peers. 

You have saved thousands of people and you’ll be damned if you continue to be treated like this.

“If you look closely, you can see that the area that these women were killed in must hold some kind of sentimental meaning to our unsub.” You grab the black marker and go to draw the inevitable triangle on the printed out map before you’re stopped by the sheriff.

“I beg your pardon?” You ask with furrowed eyebrows.

 “Hold it now, sweetheart. Don’t just go markin’ up stuff.”

“I’m sure the area these women were killed in was just pure coincidence, so we don’t wanna risk coloring in the paper just ‘cause you think you know somethin’.” He spoke as if he knew more than you did like he was the one with the degree, his tone absolutely rolling in condescension. 

“I’m sorry but –” You try to say but the old fart cuts you off. “I’m sure you are –”

“Excuse me, sheriff, but I’m afraid Special Agent _______ made a great point.” Emily was quick to come to your aide, emphasizing the words ‘Special Agent’ just to reinforce her point.

You could see it in her narrowed eyes, and everyone else’s really, that she was about done with the Sheriff’s embarrassingly large ego. You send her an appreciative – albeit shy – smile, and she gets up, her eyes trained on the map as well. 

“She’s right, because if you look here,” She points to the first crime scene and motions for you to draw a mark. “And here,” Her finger trails down to the second location and you follow close behind. “And here.” Her path finally ends, and so does your black ink. 

There it was, just like you had first thought, a perfect triangle connecting them all.

“The most important thing should be right –” You finish her words and color in a big circle in the middle. “Here.” Emily sends you a proud look and it threatens to weaken your knees.

“I mean… I suppose that makes sense.” The man grumbled before leaving with his tail between his legs. 

“Thank you.” You say quietly. The conversation was meant to be kept between the two of you. Of course you loved and trusted everyone on your team, but Emily was your comfort person, and she made time to understand you.

“No problem,” She responds back. “Everyone was done with his shit anyway.”

“Still, thank you.” You pressed the conversation, because you don’t really think she realized the gravity of the situation, of your appreciation. 

For most of your life you had never been given a voice, and having someone stick up for you and even paving the way for you to make your point known was something that no gratitude could give.

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[bigfatbimbo]

Hello Yello! I heard your week hasn’t been great so far (Which totally sucks, btw ☹️) - I know I’m fairly late to the party, but here are some Fluffy Vox thoughts as you requested to hopefully make you smile just a tad !

I’m a strong believer in the fact that Vox’s “home” clothes are cutest and most comfy looking fits ever, but also their like randomly mismatched pairs of clothes? Like he’ll be around the house, half-working on whatever he can from home on his rare days off, half-comfy-cozy, he’ll be in a pair of dress pants and a hoodie, with the hood pulled over his screen, or he’ll be in boxers or pajama pants and his white buttoned-shirt and stripped vest. He’ll be slouched over his laptop while slurping the milk from his cereal early in the morning, trying to get a head start on all the work he “needs” to get done, despite having the day off

While on the topics of early mornings, when you’re first waking up together, he’ll be a little bitch and shine his screen in your face to wake you up Don’t worry, he’ll be paying for it later when you rail his ass until he sobs I also imagine his TV screen being sorta like a soundboard, ya feel me? He’ll play random sounds (*COUGH COUGH* …Airhorns…) to wake you up as you groan annoyed and groggily, but deep down, you know it’s something to laugh about later on in the day - I also imagine he’d be able to play your alarm for work in the mornings!

Random, and a tad bit vague, but I imagine Vox’s laugh to be ADORABLE! Especially in the early mornings/late nights when he either has his groggy morning voice or hasn’t spoken in a few hours, it’s just the right amount of raspy and I also imagine he’s giggle to be a fair bit breathy! So with the morning voice + breathy combo, when he giggles it’s just ✨✨ !! It just feels so genuine and right and it’s actually just adorable, it’ll have you folding like a piece of paper!!

Also if you happen to be a bit of a gamer, imagine Vox switching out his screen to be a touch screen so you could play mobile games on it? And imagine him getting all pissy when you hit his screen too hard mid round or something? I can just imagine how many fights spark because of this lmao (jokingly, of course)

Lowkey had a brain fart while making these, so I’m so sorry that these aren’t too great, but I hope at least one made your day better!! Ellie, you deserve all the love in the world! I have no idea what you’re going through, but just know things get better!

From one writer to another!!

(( P.S.: Can I be ♠️ Anon if it’s not taken? If it is, I can be 💖 Anon instead!))

CRYING SCREAMING THROWING UP THIS IS SO CUTTEEEE. God, this so improved my mood I love this so much.

His home clothes, you got so right like, he’s absolutely walking around in a button up with just his boxers on and a pair of voxtech brand socks

And THE SOUND EFFECTS?? The little bitch would and we all know it. Maybe he lets you sleep in but then feels like your not giving him enough attention (your literally getting NEEDED SLEEP) and so he wakes you up with foghorns because he’s a shit 😊

Full believer in the Vox adorable laughter because HE DOES HAVE ADORABLE LAUGHTER. Have you heard his stupid giggles in episode 8?? Priceless. Maybe you wake up and press a sleepy kind of wet kiss on his neck, but it kind of tickles so he does his little groggy laughter. Folded.

The mobile game on his screen is so stupid I love it. If you poke too hard he’d freeze your game on purpose to piss you off.

I LOVE FOR THIS ♠️ ANON.

[gassydumbjocks]

Stupid Like A Jock

"Wait, wait, bros, I have a big one..." PPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRTTTT

After that Adam could only hear that characteristic noise that echoed in his ears and made him roll his eyes feeling nauseous.

"Will they never stop being animals?" He said to himself, as he tried to change into his normal clothes and run away from the locker room as quickly as possible.

Saying the last few days have been hell for Adam is an understatement (not that the rest of days weren't, a pale scrawny nerd like him was the lower class in the hierarchy). especially since all the guys in his class seemed to be starting to take an interest in being part of the football school team, turning into one of those dumb jocks.

Each day that passed, Adam swear he could see a new boy with a varsity jacket, a backward cap, and that dumb laughs and slangs those idiots used, "Bro" and "Dude" being some of the poor few words they would use.

But that wasn't all, as He could tell, the worse was the gym class and locker room time, those places were like punishment for him, surrounded by big animal brutes, bulking, flexing, burping and farting on each others like pigs after they drank those nasty protein shakes.

As he walked out, some bros seemed to notice him, and called him out "Broo, where you going lil dude?" Parker, Quarterback player and leader of this oafs pack smirked and pointed him with a dumb and almost childish look walking to him.

You could say Adam was shorter not just from Parker, if not every boy in that room, reason that made him fear becoming a target for them to tease and torture for their own fun.

"Eh, i-i was just heading out to next class" he stuttered, feeling the stinky B.O. of the jock approaching him, making his best not to gag.

"Haha, nothin' of that bro, you gotta start bonding with real men more, those books and smarts makes you no good" Suddenly, Adam felt two of the other jocks holding each of his arms, Both of them making dumb laughs and obliging him to get just some steps from the alpha athlete.

"No! Let me go! You animals!" He Panicked trying to get them off, just to recieve a Belch from one of them in his face "EWWWWWWW!!!!"

"Give me that shit" Parker ordered one of his sidekick friends, and then he handed him a syringe with a very strange and dubious origin substance, before inyect him in his neck.

"AUUUCH" Adam cried, once the syringe was gone, they got him free, and he rubbed the affected zone "You are a bunch of... BOOOOOOOUUUURRRRRPPP!" A deep hearty belch with an almost animalistic sound came from his gut, he covered his mouth.

"What in the hell did you do to me?!" he asked, and after some seconds, a loud rumble sounded in his stomach, he put his hands in his gut and grunted for the pain.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRTTTTTTTT!

It only made him more embarrased, he tried to cover his ass then, but something felt different, as if his body was being all invaded by something that ran over all his muscles.

"Now bro, this will make you fart and burp all your brains out, you'll be a straigh alpha dude!" Parker announced and all the other Jocks there yelled celebrating in unison.

"NO!" Adam made his best to talk "I wont! -UUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRP! Be a stinky-BUUUUUUUURRRPPPPP!!! Ape like all of you!...

PPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT

The stinky air formed around Adam, as he all of a sudden let a dumb laugh, like the ones he hated so much from those guys, inhaling the putrid air of his gas, and smiling "Uhh dude, i feel bloated" He said dumbly.

"Its all that protein and tacos you had in lunch bro!, uff, man you gotta quite mexican for a while" He mocked wafting the air with a smirk, patting his back "We have a newbie, boys" He said, and lead Adam out to room, where they would go with the Coach office to inform the new recruit for the school team.

...

After two days, Adam was changing his clothes in the lockerroom, as he drank a bottle full of Protein to prepare for his bulk up session, belching after finishing up the bottle.

He got to the gym with the rest of his team, and fist bump with all his dudes, expect Parker, instead he letted a fat beefy belch rip to him and Parker did the same as they blowed it to both their faces after laughing hard.

[w2beastars]

Waezi2′s thoughts on “Beast Complex” chapter 23.

I wanted to blog about this gem for a while now. "The Wolf and The Dog" is as Paru as it get.

Meet Adamo.

Adamo is a 61 year old dog, a German shepherd to be specific. And he is a notorious stalker. And he is very good at it, but we will get to that in a minute.

Adamo doesn't think that what he does is creepy. He has an excellent nose and is a born tracker since that's what his family has been bred to be. Yes, even in Beastverse, dogs are a result of selective breeding.

His stalking is not of nefarious reasons as such, he is just obsessed with following animals his nose gets the attention of and learn everything about them for no reason than the satisfaction of the hunt.

But one day, the nose of this old dog catch a very special scent.

On his way home, Adamo notice a female wolf in his train who carries a massive bouquet of flowers with strong pleasant scents. As if she is hiding something. That's something a herbivore would normally do, so this catches Adamo's attention right away. He starts sniffing and learns surprisingly much about her, like that she can't be more than twenty and that she must work in an office filled with females as he can't notice any male scents. And she uses so much makeup and soap, anything to dim her own smell.

In his own mind, Adamo sees himself "painting" the female wolf and he now stalks her to learn everything about her.

Adamo gets sloppy for a second and gets noticed by the wolf. But she apparently doesn't realize he is stalking her, so she just smiles at him and goes on about her business... or her smile is a warning... or perhaps an invitation?

Adamo realize he is much more fixated about this wolf than any other of his targets, spending a month following her around.

It even seems like the old dog starts to have a strong affection towards the female wolf who BTW is named Fasa(appropriate name for her, look it up after reading this blog). She seems like a model citizen, early to bed, early to work and always nice to the elderly.

But in a Paru manga, that's often a red flag.

Adamu gets a closer look at her apartment...

... Damn.

Sure, there are plenty of predators in the Beastverse, but Fasa is an organized one, having chopped up her victim, keeping the different parts in bags in her fridge and eating brain and eyeballs, not wasting anything.

Adamo is shocked by what the female he has a creepy crush on has done and, without thinking, yells something he have not said in a long time:

Yep, Adamo is a retired police detective. No wonder he is such an effective stalker. And seeing someone committing a predator crime wakes up the old cop.

Fasa is however not intimidated by the old fart, she knew she was being watched, she just got sloppy and forgot to close her curtains. She smiles at Adamo when he says he used to be a police officer, recognizing a fellow canine who is a slave to their instincts. Fasa is a slave to her hunting instincts while Adamo is very much a dog, having only joined the police because he is good at tracking and at following orders. And now that he is retired, he keeps tracking other animals because he doesn't know what else to do.

Fasa then embrace Adamo, making the dog terrified as he has no idea if he is gonna end up in the wolf's fridge as well or if she is hugging him since they are "the same".

But then the actual cops comes.

Fasa is surprisingly calm about being arrested, not resisting at all. Feeling guilt about his unhealthy hobby, possibly because he was just reminded that he used to be a cop who arrested creeps like himself, Adamo is about to confess to the police officers that he is a stalker, but Fasa interrupts him.

Fasa claims that Adamo is in her apartment because she had kidnapped him and was about to eat him as well, then whispers to him that they are not similar at all.

... Makes you wonder if that is suppose to be assuring as his stalking is nowhere near as bad a crime as what she has done... or if it is degrading as he as a dog is a pale shadow of what a wolf is.

Either way, she smiles as she tells him to take care of himself, and the manga then ends with a perfect panel:

Adamo stands between the strong-smelling flowers Fasa used to hide the scent of the blood of her victim/victims, like she is covering up for his crime of stalking. The symbolism is chef-kiss worthy!

This is most likely in the top five of the best chapter of Beast Complex. Its a bittersweet tale and it is kinda funny how Fasa manage to appear more noble than Adamo... or at least have more dignity.

That's all for now. I'm Waezi2, and thanks for wasting time with me.

[getfuckedblr]

latest bind!! if we were lovers by @reggieblk

i read this over christmas and was OBSESSED like was sneaking off to read it during family time obsessed. she came in at like 700 pages and i had to physically wedge her into my guillotine for trimming, but i’m so proud of her!! the covers didn’t come out perfect (but then they never do LMAO) but i’m pretty satisfied!!

bound in peel and stick green flocking, gilded with bronze toner foil and gold htv for the cover!

i did indeed mess up the title, cut it out, and then iron it on all without realizing. but let’s not talk about that LMAO. i swear to god i didn’t just decide to rename the fic i had one of the biggest brain farts ever known to man.

[rakurairagnarok]

You mentioned something about side effects with your products?

Well I'm always interested in seeing what happens with side effects and unintended interactions, so I'd love to get two pieces of clothing from you and try them both on to see what happens.

Maybe one of them can give me balls that can blow huge loads 10 times a day, and the other can be something to turn me into a bulky stud full of protein farts.

Can't wait to see what to see what the side effects do to me ;)

Due to a lack of sustainability, we won't be able to grant 100% of your request, and we hope you'll forgive us.

Arriving home from work you are slightly surprised to find a package in your lawn.

You open it up to find a pair of jeans that look slightly worn.

Inspecting the denim , you find a small logo reading Rakurai Inc.

You smile in excitement, you had heard amazing stories about this company and couldn't wait to try it on. You almost ripped of your pants and quickly stepped into the jeans.

Once you zipped up your fly, you feel your dick stirring. You wait for the transformation to happen.

As nothing happens you sigh. Seems the rumors were not true after all.

Such a shame, you had gotten super horny wearing these, and now it seems there is no pay off.

You smile at your bulge, before frowning. Your bulge looks way bigger than usual. You poke it softly with your finger, looking if its just a feature of the jeans, and intense pleasure sends through your whole body. Your bulge continues to grow, feeling your knees buckle as the blood continues to pump into your rod.

You manage to pull up your jeans somewhat , seeing that your underwear has disintegrated, and giving you a chance to look at your massive behemoth of a dick.

It continues snaking down your leg, continuing growing, pulsing and leaking.

Your brain starts to feel fuzzy, as you feel your intelect drain into your growing balls.

You put your hand down your pants, groping your still growing manhood. You throw your head back as you pump its enormous length, pleasure seething through your whole being.

It doesn't take long before you shoot down your leg, your brain completely emptying out of your nuts.

A dumb smirk spreads across your face, no more worries in your life. Only thinking with your dick.

[hauntedestheart]

Team Meeting (Male Possession)

As captain of his college football team, Jayvon had a lot of responsibilities on his shoulders. Not only was he expected to be the coach's right hand man and keep the team running like a machine on the field, he also had to make sure that the team behaved themselves off the field as well, which was why the team decided that he should be the one to break "the news" at the next post-practice meeting.

"Championship is on the horizon team," Jayvon addressed his teammates, bellowing loudly so the sweaty young men would pay attention. "This is what all of us have been dreaming about since we picked up the ball back in high school, a chance to get that trophy and be the best team in the country. So I need everyone on their A-game." He paused expectantly. "Anything you wanna share with the team Kyle?"

All eyes went to to Kyle, the handsome running back, who was at that moment distracted by the surreptitious flexing he was doing of his sizeable right bicep. He giggled under his breath, one hand squeezing at the swell of muscle, but at the sound of his name he quickly lowered his hands to his sides and looked up sheepishly.

"Me?" Kyle asked, confused, and he dusted his hands off on his sides. "Uh, no, I think you said it all. Just, you know, go team!"

The young man gave a few small claps and then threw his fist in the air like a cheerleader, a rather dainty looking motion that elicited groans from his teammates. Jayvon bent his head and pinched the brim of his nose, letting out an exhausted sigh.

"Benicio, we know it's you in there," he grumbled, fixing a tired stare onto the sandy haired boy in front of him.

From the outside, he looked just like the same strapping running back who had been a valuable member of the team for the past three years. But Jayvon was certain there was someone else inside, and he had the whole team backing him up on that.

Kyle flinched and a look of shock crossed his face for a moment, but then he scoffed and crossed his arms. "Wh- what are you guys talking about?"

"Cut the crap Ben, we know you stole Kyle's body," one of the other team members called out, and Jayvon shot the speaker a stern look.

"I'll handle this guys," Jayvon assured them, and then he turned his attention back to the impostor in their midst. "Ben, don't bother pretending, everybody's figured it out by now. You've done a terrible job of acting like Kyle."

"Excuse me?" Kyle gasped and splayed one hand out across his chest dramatically- something Jayvon knew the real Kyle would never do. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're literally wearing a crop top," Jayvon pointed out. "When have you ever seen Kyle wear a crop top?"

Kyle glanced down at the thin grey crop top he was wearing- sleeveless, so as to show off his powerful arms, and just short enough that it would flare up and reveal tantalizing glimpses of his abs as he ran. A slutty choice for workout gear clearly meant to draw the eyes, and very unlike the Kyle everyone knew.

"Maybe I just wanted a change," Kyle tugged at the hem of the shirt, one of his hands moving instinctively to slide over the ridges of his tight six pack. "I've got these great abs, why wouldn't I want to show them off?"

"Even if I believed that, you don't know any of the plays," Jayvon continued, and the rest of the team mumbled their agreement. "Kyle has the playbook memorized front to back and yet you can barely catch a ball."

Kyle crossed his arms and shuffled in place, his meek and insecure body language a stark contrast to his heavily muscular form.

"Brain fart?" He protested weakly, the sweat on his head unrelated to the heavy workout he'd just participated in. "So I've been having a few off-games, that doesn't mean I've been body snatched."

"And dude, I'm just gonna say it," Jayvon shook his head- he'd hoped he wouldn't have to bring this one up. "You've done a terrible job of concealing your boners in the showers. Did you think we wouldn't notice that thing swinging around? It's kinda hard to miss."

Jayvon shuddered when he thought back over the behavior Kyle had demonstrated over the last few weeks in the locker room- no one had been able to miss how the running back had suddenly begun regularly sporting massive wood, or how his usual cursory post-game showers had transformed into almost hour long self-worship sessions where he loving rubbed soap into every nook and cranny of his chiseled body. Fortunately no one on the team had reported "Kyle" for any sort of harassment, but Jayvon had been forced to remind him several times that it was not okay to jack off in the community showers.

"Okay, so, I'm virile. I'm a college football player, that's normal!" Kyle frowned and tucked his hands in front of his crotch protectively, attempting to conceal the fact that his dick was already at half mast. The bulge bouncing around in his shorts was another sign that it was an impostor- the real Kyle always wore a cup. "And what, I can't be gay?"

"You can," Jayvon spat on the grass. "But Kyle isn't. Kyle doesn't have a limp wrist. Kyle doesn't stare at everyone's dicks in the shower. And Kyle definitely doesn't go out to gay bars on the weekend, tell everyone his name is Benicio, and offer to let dudes grab his ass in exchange for free shots." Jayvon watched as Kyle's body froze, and he knew he'd hit the mark. "Yeah that's right, my cousin saw you last week. Really Ben?"

Ben finally dropped the act and relaxed, popping out one of his hips and placing his hands on his waist. Everyone recognized the posture of the gay young man who had been attending classes with them for the past four years- only now, he had the face and body of a football hunk.

"Oh, what, so I'm just supposed to pay for drinks when I have a dumpy like this?" Ben rolled his eyes and arched his back, baring Kyle's prodigious bubble butt demonstratively. "As if!"

Everyone on the team erupted into chatter at that, but a quick look from Jayvon silenced them.

"I don't even want to know how," Jayvon frowned and fixed his gaze on Ben. "Just... why?"

"Why do you think?" Ben rolled his eyes. With one hand he lifted up the hem of his crop top, exposing his sweaty torso for the world to see, and the other hand slapped at one of his meaty pecs. "Look at all this body! Kyle is the hottest guy on the team, AND he was a total jackass so I didn't feel bad about doing it. Can you blame me for wanting to have a little bit of fun?"

Jayvon instinctively averted his eyes from the amateur strip show in front of him and cleared his throat.

"Okay, well, you've had your fun," he said. "Now it's time to let him go."

"Are you guys threatening me?" Ben shrunk backwards a bit, glancing around nervously at the pack of ripped men surrounding him, and he seemed to be trying to cram Kyle's hulking body into as little space as possible. "Are you guys gonna like, beat me up? Because I'm warning you, this body has really big muscles so I'm super strong right now and I'll-"

"No one is threatening anything," Jayvon interrupted. "Right boys?"

Everyone on the team voiced their agreement, and Ben relaxed a bit. Jayvon took a cautious step forwards and placed a hand on the young man's shoulder, his voice lowering like he was talking to a frightened animal.

"Look, Ben, everyone here likes you," Jayvon continued. "You seem like a cool dude other than... you know, stealing this guy's body and whoring it out to dudes. And god knows that Kyle could be a bit of an asshole. But he's one of our best running backs and we need him for the season, okay? So we all agreed to just look the other way and let you dip out of him, no questions asked. Otherwise we'll have to go to the authorities with what we know. That sounds fair, right?"

"But-" Ben's lip quivered and tears welled up in his eyes. "But he's so hot! I've never gotten this much dick in my life. I feel so sexy when I'm inside of him, I love being a big strong football guy!"

Jayvon shook his head. "You don't like being a big strong football guy, Ben. You hate football," he said bluntly. "You've showed no interest in it at all since stealing Kyle's body, all you're really interested in is having big muscles and a big dick. You can find somebody else to do that- let Kyle go."

"Well, I was getting tired of having to act masc all the time..." Ben chewed his lip for a moment, mulling over his options, and then he sighed. "Fine! I'll let him go. Just..." Ben glanced around the circle of boys hesitantly, then back to Jayvon. "Can I have a second to say goodbye?"

Jayvon released his shoulder and took a step back, giving a little shrug in confirmation, and immediately Ben's hands were all over Kyle's body. Shamelessly, in front of the entire team, he shoved one hand down the front of his pants, eyes squinting shut with pleasure as he threw his head back and groaned.

"This thing is so sensitive, you guys have no idea," he announced, and all of the other boys shuffled uncomfortably.

Ben's hands continued their farewell tour of Kyle's body, tracing a path up his abs to his bulging pecs, and he gave a little squeak of excitement when he tweaked one of his nipples. The hand remained there, thumb stroking at the peak of pink flesh, and then the other hand darted up and grabbed the other pectoral and he squished the two of them together, giving a little giggle as he did so.

He released his chest and slid his hands back down his body, migrating south until he reached the swell of meat that jutted out from his backside.

"And I think I'll miss you most of all..." he muttered, his fingers digging deep into the pillowy flesh of Kyle's ass one last time. Ben glanced up at Jayvon expectantly, the excitement in his eyes a strange juxtaposition to the massive cock staining the front of his shorts. "Can I rub one out? Just for the road?"

"Okay, that's enough of that," Jayvon coughed awkwardly, deciding that it was best to interrupt this before it went any further. He cleared his throat, mustered up all the authority he had as captain, and clapped his hands. "Here's what's gonna happen now: we're gonna close our eyes, I'm gonna count to ten, and when I open them, Kyle is gonna be Kyle, okay?"

Ben gave out a sigh, nodded, and then Jayvon stuck his hand in the air and began the countdown. All eyes went shut and everyone listened to the booming sound of Jayvon's voice.

"Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five... four... three..."

Jayvon stumbled and paused in the count early, but everyone opened their eyes two seconds later anyways. Immediately, all eyes were fixed on Kyle's body. The young man was standing in the exact same spot he had been before, but now he wore a look of utter confusion on his face.

"How did I get on the field? What am I wearing?" Kyle groaned as he rubbed at his head, and then he shifted his hips and winced. "And what the fuck happened to my ass?"

Everyone on the team erupted into cheers and they rushed in towards their teammate, patting him on the back and giving him warm wishes on his return. He glanced around, still unsure where he was or what was happening, and his eyes locked onto his captain Jayvon. Jayvon grinned back at him triumphantly.

"Great job everybody, now that that's taken care of, hit the showers!" Jayvon called out, and the men of the football team cheered and took off for the locker rooms with a very confused Kyle trailing behind.

One of the team members stopped, noticing that Jayvon hadn't moved to follow them, and he called over to his captain.

"Hey Jay, are you coming?" He asked, and Jayvon shook his head.

"No, no, I think I'm gonna head out actually," Jayvon said, rubbing at his chest. "Something just came up."

The teammate shrugged and turned to jog away, completely missing the sight of Jayvon tugging his shorts forwards and peeking down at his crotch.

"I can work with this..." Ben grinned.

[marwolaeth-76]

UH I have no idea how this works but uh can you make a velvet x fem reader like enemies to lovers type of way…?

(Im sorry like I have no ideas I’m literally having brain farts right now)

- And it’s totally fine if you don’t write this🙏 -

Heoo!! thank you for your request and thank you for waiting, I changed the plot a little, I hope you like it🩷

Velvet x !femReader from hate to love

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Velvet smirked as she looked across the stage at you during the award show. As usual, you were dressed to the nines and looking as flawless as ever, though no one could hold a candle to her in her opinion. You had been nipping at her heels in the music charts for months now, your star quickly rising. Where once you would have been thrilled to be in the same room as the legendary Velvet, now you saw her as a threat, an obstacle standing in the way of your rightful place at the top. The rivalry between you was the talk of the gossip sites and tabloids. During Velvet's acceptance speech for Song of the Year, she made sure to throw a subtle dig your way, knowing it would push your buttons. Your face remained impassive but inside you seethed. Two could play at that game. When it was your turn to accept your award for Best Pop Album later in the show, you made an equally sly remark about how people were "starting to recognize real talent." The glare Velvet shot you could have melted steel. After the show, you found yourself cornered in the back hallway by an irate mount rageous. "You think you can challenge me, poppet? I've been on top for years and I'm not giving up my throne without a fight" , -she snarled in your face. You met her gaze steadily, refusing to back down. "Bring it on, Velvet. I'm not afraid of you." An idea suddenly came to you. "How about we make this more...interesting. A friendly wager. If I outsell you on this next album cycle, you will need to admit to everyone that this is not your talent" Velvet considered the proposal, a smirk curling her dark purple lips. "I'm in, darling. But when I win, I promise I'll make you rue the day you ever thought you could beat me." She held out a hand for you to shake on the deal. You grasped it firmly, already planning your comeback. The game was afoot. May the best pop diva win.

As a result of your little “battle,” Velvet’s popularity gains, The twins have sold more albums than you. You lose.. But to your great surprise, Velvet did not put forward her victorious demands, it seems that just your face was enough for her to enjoy the taste of your defeat. And now, a couple of months have passed. Velvet lets out an irritated sigh as she bumps into someone, stepping back to see who had disrupted her walk down the red carpet. "Watch where you're-" she starts to snap, before realizing who it is. "Oh, it's you." You're standing there, looking annoyed, you are still ashamed of your defeat. "Velvet", you greet coolly. She sweeps her gaze up and down you dismissively. "I see the loser is still trying to steal my spotlight. You'll never be as talented or famous as me." A smirk tugs at her lips, enjoying the way your eyes flash angrily. "At least I don't have to sink so low as kidnapping to get attention" , you retort. Velvet's smirk widens. "Oh please, like you wouldn't if you thought it would help. But we both know you'll never have what it takes to be number one." You open your mouth to fire back, but pause as Velvet steps closer, her voice dropping lower. "But maybe, if you're very nice to me... I could put in a good word with the fans. Lend you some of my talent, just for a little while." Her eyes rake slowly over you in a way that makes your cheeks heat. An outraged remark sits on the tip of your tongue, but Velvet continues before you can speak. "Think about it, darling. We could be quite the team, if you'd stop fighting me. I'll be waiting to hear your answer." With a flick of her hair, she sweeps past you down the carpet, leaving you in a slight stupor and embarrassment in your throat, amongst the flashing lights.

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PS. this is more likely the beginning of the development of a love relationship, not exactly what the request was about☠️