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mcmansionhell · 2 years

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a fine selection of bonker facades from the DC suburbs

Howdy folks! In honor of Halloween, here are some of the scariest houses currently for sale in the ever-cursed suburbs of Washington, DC. It's been awhile since I checked in on this particular hotspot, and once more, it did not disappoint.

I'll just get this one out of the way. Long-time McMansion Hell-heads are well aware of this monster estate in Potomac, MD, once allegedly owned by a particular professional athlete who will not be named, because the house should suck on its own merit. The only nice thing I can say about this house is that the designers kept the materials and colors consistent, which adds some unity to what is, in reality, five turrets in a trench coat.

Some things, the economists tell us, are too big to fail. This is not one of them. Let's move on.

Many McMansions exist to mock the concept of architectural consistency and historical continuity. This is one of them. About every single type of expanded second-story window elaboration exists here: bay window, covered balcony, juliet balcony. None of them work. The house can't decide if its 19th century eclecticism or tony DC Georgian/Federal cocktail. The random cupola merely adds insult to injury.

I don't know where realtors learned how to do photoshop, but whoever taught them should have their Adobe licenses revoked. There's a certain type of McMansion I call a "hat house" - which is exactly what it sounds like. It's a house with multiple bays or masses and each has its own special hat. This is one of the most egregious examples because all of the hats are different shapes and scales. Not even the most Disney Theme Park pink sky and fairy lighting can mitigate the controlling aesthetic influence of hät.

No compilation of Bad Facades would be complete without at least one Frankentudor™. Rich people in America really like to harken back to the days of feudalism, yet uglier, more drab, and using materials mostly derived from petrochemicals. The lighting is not helping this house, which is about as gloomy, hulking, and bloated as they come.

I have some fondness for houses that derive new, inventive forms of being ugly. The spread eagle McMansion is one of them, two oblique wings with no real core. A corner lot specimen. This one is especially weird, with the quadruple portholes, the windowless bays, the mall foyer, and the hipped roof that's not quite clipped, complete with tacked on gables. Kind of neat, sad to say.

I know most of you won't agree, but I actually believe this is the worst McMansion of the set. The absolute banality of it, the out-of-proportion everything, the compound-like demeanor, the nonsensical spacing of the mind-numbingly identical windows. The most infuriating part is that whoever designed this had some kind of order, continuity, proportion in mind and just failed utterly at it, like Sideshow Bob stepping on all those rakes. I hate it!!!!

When rich people try to make overly-inflated temples to their dumb piles of money, it's deeply satisfying when they end up looking like this house, which is just a pile of roof and wall tacked on to the worst proportioned portico imaginable. Classic McMansion Hubris. Let us all laugh.

Now we're getting into the more eldritch horror part of the list. Some houses make me wonder if I have the same set of eyeballs and conceptions of what "a house" looks like as other people. This one is playing dress up games with foam stickers. It looks like Steve's shirt from Blues Clues. It abuses the prairie muntins, which is an insult to my chosen hometown of Chicago, Illinois. Bad house.

Not enough time is devoted on this blog to bad modernism, though it would be rather generous to call this house modern. It's more like postmodernism trying to remember what modernism looked like and tripping down a flight of stairs collecting random masses and windows on the way down. Houses like this give modern architecture a bad name. It's borderline libel. Also it looks like it was made out of cardboard.

This brings us to our final, and objectively worst house:

I don't even know what to say about this freak of architecture. I don't know how it came together or why. I don't know what it wants or even pretends to do. It is a horrorshow. Gables protruding from random places, stealth roof fragments, windows too small for the walls they're embedded in, a weird cathedral-like entrance, the mosquito-infested pond, the worst example of realtor sky I've ever seen, all of it is terrible. It's haunted. Trick or Treat, but without the treat.

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 10 days

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Idia with bottom incubus reader 🙏

Where it's reader's first time being an incubus and he finally gets to do his job for the first time but he accidentally gets teleported to some random guy (Idia) instead of a woman

Coming right up~!

Title: Wrong Turn

Characters: top!Idia x bottom!incubus!reader

Contains: reader is an incubus, virgin Idia, pet names (pretty boy, sweet boy)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

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"Yes! My first summon! You excitedly flew around the area, watching as the portal slowly opened in the middle of your domain.

Ever since your recent creation, you had been waiting eagerly to be summoned, awaiting to charm a pretty lady. Once the portal's flames flickered to life and stopped growing in size, it was safe to cross. You happily flew into the tear of space, flittering through dimensions.

It was quite easy to navigate. You followed the string of desires, like following a light at the end of a tunnel. It was a quick journey thanks to your speed, and when you popped up from the summoner's ground, you immediately burst into a charasmatic introduction, hand on your chest, posed dramatically.

"Well hello there, dear~ You've done right by summoning me. Trust me when I say that you will have the night of your life. We can go as long as you like, or you can leave all control to me and--"

Once your eyes landed on the summoner, you froze.

Blue hair flickered like a flame, dark stained lips were parted in surprise, and wide, tired yellow eyes were practically glowing against the dim light. There was a controller gripped tightly in trembling hands. Was this...your summoner?

Returning to a more neutral pose, you gazed about the room in silence. This certainly was no woman's room, at least, that you were aware of.

"...Well...This is embarrassing," you sighed out, rubbing the back of your neck. "I must have taken a wrong turn..."

"Wh...What are you?"

That voice... Yeah, this only solidified that you made some sort of error on your way over, but could you really blame yourself? This was your first summon, your first journey! There had to be some leeway, right?

Well...something had to be done. You were here, and you had one of two choices: you could charm this person into a night of passion, or you could wipe his memory and pretend this never happened.

And why waste such a good opportunity?

"Well my friend~" Returning to your more entertaining voice, you hovered over toward the other, a teasing smile already set on your face. "I'm your friendly little incubus~ I'm here to provide you with all the fun you could ever desire~"

He brought up the controller, using it to hide part of his face from your closeness. He was silent for awhile, waiting for you to continue instead.

"By the way your room looks, and..." You gave a small scoff, "by how you look, is it safe to say you haven't had a lick of fun?"

Amidst all the blue, you could see gradients of pink show from the controller barrier. The male's eyes darted away, afraid to now meet yours.

"Yeah, I thought so, but don't worry! That's why I'm here~" With a single finger, you pushed the controller down, revealing his flustered face to you. "If you let me, I can show you what it's like to have all that fun~"

You were surprised to receive an answer.

"O-Only if...I could...um..."

You hummed inquisitively, a finger tracing along his pale jaw before resting under his chin to tilt his head up. "Yes, sweet boy? Use your words."

"I...I want t-to...be the one to...um...p-put it in..." His gaze never met yours.

You fought to surpress a laugh. Really, this skittish little thing wants to put it in? To you, he screamed bottom, but this was his first time, so it was your duty to lead him through it.

"Alright, then~ Why don't we prep up~?"

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While agreeing to let him put it inside of you, you would be damned if this chihuahua would actually top you. You had him lay on his bed, the male keeping his clothes on, though his pants were unbuttoned and ready. He had his arms over his eyes, shielding himself from your nude form.

"Oh come on now," you teased, crawling over him and lifting one arm up from his head and uncovering part of his face. "You've never even seen a naked body that wasn't your own?"

You could see the pink seep to his neck. God he was so flustered.

"Well...before we get started, can I have the honor of knowing the name I'll be screaming...~?"

His breath hitched in his throat, the response almost forced out. "I-Idia."

"Idia...Alright~ I'm y/n, and it'll be a pleasure to have you fill me~"

Not minding his little flustered reactions, you sat yourself upon his lap, starting off with a simple grinding. It was enough to get Idia to whine out, the friction new and sensitive along his shaft. For you, it was just as pleasing. You felt him harden against you, and it sent chills down your spine. If this was enough to rile you up, then you knew you'd enjoy more.

It didn't take long for him to writhe his hips, his boxers and pants growing tight. His motions only drew more sounds from you, and your impatient self couldn't wait anymore. Sitting up some, you retrieved the hardened cock from its confines, practically drooling at the sight.

"Oh, you're a big boy for a virgin~"

No response, but you would make sure you get one as you positioned the tip against your ass.

"A-Alright, I'm gonna go down, is that o-okay~?"

There was a pause, but Idia nodded his head. You had the clear.

Thanks to your incubus body, taking cocks was actually an easy feat. You didn't need to prep up as much as a human would, and you were thankful for that. Upon sitting yourself to the hilt, your wings spread out in a flutter, your eyes rolling back from the sensation that collided with you.

"F-Fuck~!"

You weren't the only one making sweet sounds, as Idia, whimpered out against how tight you felt, how hot it made his cock feel. "T-Tight..."

"Y-Yeah, tight, isn't it, pretty boy? Does it feel good~?"

This answer didn't take long. In fact, it was almost immediate. "Y-Yes. P-Please, don't stay still."

You quirked a brow at the response. "Y-You sure? You...barely got inside."

While you were more than ready, you wanted your partner to be comfortable while intimate. Idia was, in fact, comfortable. So much so that he gripped onto your hips and thrusted into you, setting off a chain reaction.

You cried out into the air, your back arching as his hips came into contact with your ass. You felt a wave of bliss wash over you as you felt him piston deep inside. Strings of swears fell from your lips as you soon lost your balance and hunched over him, his movements not halting. For a virgin, he was quite excited, unless he actually wasn't a virgin? You weren't sure at this point. All you cared about was what you were summoned for: sexual fun.

"G-God you're so big...~" you moaned into his ear, clutching onto his shoulders. "Q-Quite a shock f-for a guy like you~"

He was silent, taking advantage of this once in a life time situation he had fallen into. As his motions continued, a name was sounded from his mouth, a name that was well known to you as, well, it was your own.

Your cock twitched against you two as you heard your own name muttered from him. You felt yourself already nearing your climax, and you only had your fresh creation to blame.

Coincidentally, Idia was nearing his end. Both your moans pitched in tone as you two came without warning. Your seed coated between you and him, dirtying his shirt as Idia's cum filled you in turn.

You two lay on his bed, chests heaving with every deep breath. You turned your head to give his sweat sheened neck a small kiss, causing him to shudder further. You then leaned up to his ear, a hint of teasing in your voice.

"How about a round two?"

#kaisers house of desires #x reader #x male reader #x male y/n #x male smut #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst smut #twst idia #idia x male reader #twisted wonderland idia #idia shroud #idia x reader #disney twisted wonderland

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wutheringcaterpillar · 8 months

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18 years

Summary: After 18 years of marriage Thomas plans a special day just for you that he wants to be perfect even if that means keeping his kids out of trouble.

Warnings: Slight misogynistic Thomas, talk of termination.

Side Note: This is my first fic in awhile since I stopped writing two years ago on a different account, I hope it's okay! :)

The Shelby household was anything but perfect but for today Thomas was going out of his way to ensure that it was. Being a housewife and a mother was by far not an easy job.Thomas and you had been married for eighteen years. Did it get ugly sometimes? Absolutely. That didn’t change the adoration and love you shared for each other.

While you were out running some errands with Ada, Thomas has quite a few helping hands in cleaning up the house, and decorating it to the 10s. “Well brother, how’s it lookin’ eh?”

The silver chandelier presented the dining room with a warm glow that made the silver set table look ever so inviting. All the rooms were vacuumed and mopped, not a crumb in site. The floors glistened beautifully to his high standard. “Never did I think that my incompetent brothers would use their brains for a day and the outcome be satisfactory.” Arthur laughed in response, before giving Thomas a playful nudge. “Alright, that’s enough out of you.” Thomas rushed to the kitchen once he remembered he left the kids in there unattended. They were being not very helpful to say the least.

Annabeth, and Edward were now teenagers full of hormones and outbursts. It seemed like they would argue every day about the smallest things but today Thomas wasn’t allowing there behavior especially today.

“Does dad know about Jackson?” Annabeth scoffed at him with a disgusted face. Thomas did not allow her to date unless he appointed the young man to her. The same could not be said for Edward’s late night shenanigans that Thomas was aware of and Annabeth despised the double standard. “No, and I’d appreciate if you kept your fucking mouth sh-“

“Now, now. No need for bickering on a day that’s about your mother and all she has done for you.” Thomas entered the room dressed in a black and white suit and tie that fit him snuggly, giving off his normal professional sense. “I wanted to have a word with the both of you before your mother arrives which should be-“ He pulled his watch out of his suit to get a glimps of the time. “In ten minutes precisely.” Edward opened his mouth to speak but Thomas raised his hand to stop him. “I don’t want any interruptions I want you both to listen to the words that are about to come out of my mouth and I highly suggest you take them seriously or you will not enjoy the consequences. Eh?” He eyed them both with his eyebrows raised, both of them stayed quiet as they lightly cowered in there seats to there father’s stature. “Stand up. Both of you.” Without hesitations the teenagers stood up, not slouching but standing to s perfect straight line.

“No. Fucking. Fighting.” Thomas walked around them in a circle menacingly never taking his eyes off of them while they stared at the ground and listened to their fathers words. “I don’t care, if you don’t like the food. I don’t care if you don’t like sitting next to each other. More importantly I don’t care how either of you feel today. Today is about your mother. There will be no games, no arguments, no sports. More importantly-“ He stopped in his tracks now in front of them, hands on his knees as he leaned down so they had no choice but to look in his demeaning eyes. “No. Fucking. Fighting.”

There was a brief silence, as if to let the air settle and for what he said to soak into them. “We’re clear eh?” They both nodded and Thomas dismissed them. “Great now, go get formally dressed.” He watched as they both walked out of the kitchen. He greatly appreciated how much time and effort you spent in taking care of them and it’s time they return the favor for at the least one singular night.

Edward shoved his sister playfully into a wall, just around the corner to where they thought Thomas wouldn’t hear. Annabeth shoved him back and pointed up at him. “If you say one thing about-“

“Who your late night squeeze?” Edward began to laugh and Annabeth shoved him again.

Thomas heard from the kitchen and raised his hands in the air, disposing of his cigarette before he spoke to himself, annoyed. “What did I just say?” Thomas was going to let it go until he heard something break that sounded expensive.

In a quick pace to the hallway, he saw the both of you attempting to round the corner to the next room but they should know who their father is by now that nothing goes uncaught. “Eh! Over here now!” The siblings shamefully turned awaiting for all hell to break loose. Thomas was the strict parent, and that frightened them, which is what he wanted.

Glancing to the ground, an expensive, rare crystal dish was shattered on the floor, and he was going to be damned if Frances was going to clean it up. For Thomas’s sake he just hope you wouldn’t notice until after his surprise. “I said three, fucking words to you.”

“No. Fucking. Fighting.” He hit the both of them on the back of their heads. “Yes I’m aware of Jackson, I was hoping to avoid the subject today but I have ears so I suppose this will be addressed right fucking now to clear the fucking air. I pay close attention to anyone and anything around me and my family. You both should know that more than anyone. Seeing Jackson stops now. I don’t approve of him, my daughter will not be marrying some useless sack of shit like that. See him again. You will never leave this house again, got it?” Annabeth nodded with her heated cheeks. Edward began to quietly laugh to himself while his sister was being reprimanded.

That’s when Thomas was quick to call him out too. “I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re giggling at like I don’t know what you do with the little whores from school, sneaking them into my fucking house.” All grins from Edward diminished immediately.

“What you do is your business but in my fucking house. That’s my fucking business. Clearly your mother and I have given both of you too much privilege. I don’t care who you fuck but I’d be careful if I were you because the first girl you get pregnant, you’re marrying whether you love her or not. You know why? Because I say so. As for sneaking them in my house. Good luck with that from now on I’m sure you haven’t noticed but maybe you should take a look at the new people I hired if you could find them to watch the house whilst your mother and I are away for our anniversary.” Both of them were speechless and Thomas sent them up to their room. Thomas may be older than them but he wasn’t born yesterday. After all he spent plenty of those nights sneaking in and out of your house when you first started dating. He knows all the ins and outs of scheming.

The sound of car door closing grabbed his attention and panic mode slightly set in for him. Thomas Shelby didn’t panic but in the event of there being a chance that something may not be to your standard, he panicked. “Hurry on, your mother is here! Get dressed in proper clothes and not some skimpy, raggedy mess for once!” He yelled after his children.

The weather was chilly as winter was approaching in Birmingham. The snow was falling delicately from the sky once you pulled in with Ava and to say you were freezing was an understatement but the new brown wool blanket, she has gotten you should do more than help. “Ada you didn’t have to buy me anything. I have money.”

“Oh being married to my brother, believe me I know you have money, just wanted to treat you today is that so bad?” You shrugged, smiling at your sister. “C’mon let’s get inside.”

“Oh I hope Thomas was okay with the kids today, I know he’s hardly taking care of them alone without needing my help.” Ada set a comforting hand on your shoulder before reaching for the door handle. “Y/N if Thomas can’t handle them for a few hours, I don’t know how you’ve gotten this far.” You both laughed and once the door opened, you were met with a warm embrace there must’ve been a fire lit in the living room. Thomas came abruptly from around the corner after yelling something at Arthur that you weren’t able to make out. “Y/N! My dear loving wife!” Thomas pulled you to his side, and had Ada remove your jacket.

He was freshly shaven, and showered, smelling of mint and tobacco. His smile pierced your eyes, and he leaned down to kiss you softly. “How was your day out with Ada love?”

“Wonderful, was nice to get away from all the testosterone for a bit.” You giggled and then started noticing your surroundings. The floor was sparkling, not a sign of dirt or mud. The laundry basket was empty, the kitchen spotless, you went to turn into the dining room but Thomas quickly placed his hands over your eyes. “Thomas, what’s going on the house looks-“

“Happy anniversary sweetheart.” He removed his hands and the sight of the dining room was absolutely breathtaking. The curtains looked brand new, a dark cherry red colored that allowed the sun to poke through in a welcoming manner. The chairs were painted black and with gold patted seats to sit on. The food arrangements looked more than delicious and most importantly your whole family was there. Annabeth dressed in a a beautiful gold gown and Edward dressed in a suit and tie matching his father. Even the Shelby brothers looked showered and dressed to the tens. “Thomas I-“

He guided you to your seat, pulling out the chair for you. “Don’t say anything love, just enjoy dinner and don’t even think about doing dishes or cleaning up after this. We’ve got it.” Thomas winked at you as he took his seat beside you, the glowing of your smile and surprise leaving him just as happy as the day you said yes to marrying him.

18 years, and he still found time to manage to make it feel like the first day you fell in love with him. “I just want to take a moment to thank Frances who will also be joining us for this lovely meal. I couldn’t have put today together without any of you. Thank you for taking them time to assist me in doing this for Y/N, my beautiful wife whom I adore and admire more and more every day. Thank you for being such a wonderful mother to our kids and dealing with me. Not sure how you quite do it but I’m glad you’ve stayed and put up with me.” Thomas raised his glass of whiskey in honor of everyone.

Your eyes began to water to which he’d caught your tear of joy with his free finger. You mouthed a thank you to him and an I love you and dinner began. Once dinner was over Thomas made a final announcement. “Tonight Y/N and I will be leaving for Bali for our anniversary.” You gasped, hand covering your mouth in disbelief. You’d never gone and you had never found the time. Thomas wasn’t giving you an option to not have time. “We’ll return Wednesday afternoon and I’d just like to take a minute to thank Pol and Frances for watching the kids. Thank you all for coming, and I appreciate every one of you bastards.” Laughs filled the room while Thomas extended his hand for you to take and help you out of your seat.

Once upstairs you stared at your body in the mirror, just getting the feeling that something was off but putting it off your mind. “You didn’t have to do all this Thomas.” He came up behind you in the mirror, wrapping his arms around your waist, snuggling his head into the crook of your neck. “I did love. You do so much and never take time for yourself, always putting I and the children first. You need to be put first too.” Swinging around, you stared into your husband’s crystal blue eyes.

It has been a long, long ride for the two of you together, that will keep going. But this soft, sentiment man had taken awhile to appear and you’re not sure how you got him to come out but you were glad you did. “I love you Mr. Shelby.”

“And I love you Mrs. Shelby.” You giggled as he smiled down at you in awe, before placing his lips on yours, connecting them in a chaste, delicate kiss. “Mom, Dad the cab’s here!” Annabeth called.

“Would you shut up you idiot, dad probably already knew that.”

“Eh! No fighting, right?” There was a silence before they both responded in unison. “Sorry dad!”

“I don’t know how you managed to get them along for dinner but kahoots to you my dear husband because that’s something I could never do.” Thomas wrapped his arm around you, as you walked down the stairs together. “I’m Thomas Shelby. The name alone fucking scares anyone.”

“Well I guess I’m not anyone then am I?” Thomas shook his head smiling. “No, no you’re not. You weren’t even frightened of me when I screamed at some whore, for thinking she could seduce me.”

“Fuck no, if you hadn’t I wouldn’t be Mrs. Shelby now would I?” Thomas laughed once more before opening the car door for you. The snow covered ground glistened from the bright night sky as you scooted into the cab.

The ride was quiet whilst you rested in Thomas’s arms which he thought was rather odd, that usually meant something was on your mind. “Are you alright love?” Breaking a part from, you took his hand in yours. “There’s been something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” Worry etched over Thomas’s face but it didn’t compete with the level of anxiety you were feeling. “Whatever it is you can tell me Y/N, we’re celebrating eighteen years of marriage nothing is going to run me off now I can assure you that.” You stared down at the seat, eyebrows etched together in concern of his reaction. Patting his hand you looked up at him slowly, paying close attention to his eyes. “Thomas I think I might be pregnant. I know it's a big age gap for Edward and Annbeth to be close with them but I still want to have this baby." Thomas didn't hesitate to speak as he did not want to worry you. "Sweetheart, how long have you known?"

"I think I've known for about a week and I know it sounds silly that I was nervous to tell you but I didn't know if you'd want me to get rid of it because I know we didn't plan for this."

"Darling we didn't plan for the first two." You laughed and Thomas pulled you into his arms, resting his hands on your stomach. "I'd never ever want you to think I'd want you to get rid of our child besides, I love when you're pregnant, your swollen tits, your glowing smile and glowing tummy. I love every part of you Y/N nothing is going to change that. Okay?" You couldn't help the tears that began to stream down your cheeks, that Tommy once again wiped away, and he smiled lovingly at you. You nodded and leaned into his chest. You were going to be okay, and today was more than amazing. It was perfect.

#thomas shelby #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby x reader #peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #ranaewrites

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thetreefairy · 1 year

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Yandere Midoriya!Family headcannons

I have been wanting to write a yandere midoriya!fam for quite awhile. warnings: manipulation, belittling, bullying, Reader is Izuku's quirkless twin and is studying as a support hero, since they are a prodigy in technology. they/them reader

Inko + izuku

Inko was rather glad that Reader didn't develop a quirk, just like their twin Izuku.

But she was rather proud of your knowledge in technology and support your hopes of becoming a support hero.

Izuku was glad as well, especially since he realized that you are too 'weak-hearted' for villain attacks.

Inko and Izuku have a little pact to hide his injuries from you as well as they can

And if you try to train physically outside of school, they will guilt your ass with excessive statements.

'What if you break bones, just like Izuku?'

'You don't have a quirk to help you when you get attacked'

'What if shigaraki realizes that you are my sibling and kidnaps you?'

'Do you want mom to worry so much?'

'Aish, I already have to worry so much about Izuku, not you too.'

'You aren't going to be a field hero because you are quirkless'

The two downplay their yandere tendencies when they are together since they don't want to make each other tendencies worse.

Both of them are rather aware that they aren't being healthy with their tendencies but truly they don't give a shit.

IZUKU

this asshole is using his connection to pro-heroes to make sure that your internships are 'safe' and 'uneventfulness'.

He also loves pointing out how he used to be quirkless so he can understand some of your struggles. And use his current misfortune against you.

'I know it's difficult to be teased all day, that's why I don't want you to become a public figure.'

'You can be a faceless role model for all the other quirkless kids, you need to be safe.'

'Shigaraki wants to kill me, what if he wants to play with me and kill you first?'

Normally he's kinda like a normal brother

But try dating, and he'll annoy the shit out of you.

I tried- I really did, but I think it needs some work. Taglist: @theninjabozo

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solarpunkani · 1 year

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Milkweed Lovers Everywhere, Heed My Warning

By all means let me know if I'm wrong here, but if I'm not wrong then we're looking at a serious (at least to me) problem.

I've been trying to stray away from Tropical Milkweed (Asclepias curassavica) and towards more native species in my area--things like swamp, sandhill, etc--and Butterflyweed (Asclepias tuberosa) fits in that category for me. It's hard to find native milkweed plants in stores--even places I've gone to in the past that had a handful of native species are currently only selling Tropical Milkweed. Even still, I know that there's been a good bit of buzz around growing native species, and some stores I've visited have said they're trying to find vendors with native species--they're not only selling Tropical for lack of trying.

So imagine my surprise--and delight--when I go to Lowe's and see Asclepias tubersoa blazoned on a plant label!

And imagine my surprise when it's being sold right next to Tropical Milkweed and looks almost identical to it.

I was immediately suspicious--especially considering the red flower buds on the 'Butterfly weed'. I've grown Tropical Milkweed for several years, and while it's been awhile since I've seen a Butterfly Weed plant outside of a photograph, these definitely didn't look like what I'd seen. Not to mention, I'd only heard of Asclepias tuberosa flowering in orange or yellow--not red. Of course, at the same time, I'm not a professional botanist, and a quick google search did declare that butterfly weed can grow in red (though the images all look like asclepias curassavica to me...).

(Image from the Native Plant Database. Looking at this picture, I should've realized where this was going sooner...)

So I did the reasonable thing and bought two of them. I figured if the red buds somehow turned orange and were actually Butterfly Weed, then I'd be perfectly satisfied. If they turned out to be Tropical Milkweed, well, I simply would give them to my neighbor who's fond of them, or find something else to do with them.

(I feel the need to emphasize; there are a lot of people online who are in the 'if you plant tropical milkweed you're a horrible person and intentionally killing monarch butterflies' camp. I am not one of them; it's not invasive in my area of Florida, it just takes a little bit of extra managing in terms of cutting it back in October/November.)

I ended up in the same Lowe's again today, shopping for my mom, and took a peek at their plant selection. Lo and behold, I found the Butterfly Weed, and...

This sure does look like Tropical Milkweed to me, and to others in my gardening server, yet it's still labeled as 'Butterfly Weed.' Also, I didn't see any Tropical Milkweed on any of the shelves--at least, nothing labeled as Tropical Milkweed. Instead, all I saw was Tropical Milkweed disguised as Butterfly Weed.

This is, in my humble pollinator garden enthusiast opinion, a problem. At best, Lowe's--or the company they source their plants from--is mislabeling their plants on accident. Which could cause problems if people are buying the plants and putting them in a place that's not quite the right condition for them, or create severe disappointment if someone's excited to grow the native Asclepias tuberosa only to end up with something else entirely. At worst? Lowe's--or the company they source their plants from--are aware that people want to grow native milkweed and are either unable to or too lazy to grow them, and would rather try to get away with selling Tropical Milkweed--which has been growing increasingly controversial in some gardening circles--and still reap the benefits and profits of selling native milkweed species.

However, I'll be real? I'm not sure what exactly to do about it. So I guess I'm just letting everyone know; if you see 'Butterfly Weed (Asclepias tuberosa)' in your local Lowe's, at least double check. Otherwise, you may plant Tropical Milkweed/Scarlet Milkweed (Asclepias curassavica) instead.

#milkweed #gardening #flowers #pollinator gardening #pollinator garden #Lowe's #tropical milkweed #butterfly weed #asclepias curassavica #asclepias tuberosa #outdoor gardening #flower gardening #ani rambles #out of queue #idk how legible this post is but I hope its at least SOMEWHAT legible yknow?

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Hey sorry if you already talked abt it so i probably just haven’t seen the post, but could you go more in depth with your AU? I just think it’s really interesting and would love to know more! The designs are AWESOME btw !!

Strange Beginning AU(LMK)

Context: set in the Song Dynasty in China, humanity has never seen demons because they were in hiding to blend into the crowds of humans. However that changes when a certain demon monkey meets the monkey king and his warrior.

MK grew up in a small demon village, living with his adopted father Pigsy and his friend Sandy who supported him during his life. However MK was the only demon monkey in that demon village, that’s when he realized he must have been from The Monkey Kingdom in flower fruit mountain which he wasn’t fully aware of till he discovered the stories from Sandy and Pigsy. MK being quite adventurous attempted to travel all the way to The Monkey Kingdom.

During his travel, he’s met small human villages but knew a couple things of being hidden as he hid his tail and ears from them. It worked successfully and he managed to leave the villages and continue his journey- only to find the wrong location..The Bull Demon Fortress.

MK snuck inside only to meet Mei and Red Son. Who had caused the three to become startled by one another, the two royals were close friends- specifically only friends from being restricted by the outside world. Which makes them astonished to see a demon monkey in person, the two immediately started asking questions and giving MK a tour besides turning him in to their parents. After awhile, they let MK secretly stay for the night and find out MK was searching for The Monkey Kingdom. So the three had agreed to help each other.

The trip wasn’t long as MKs old trips before he met the two royals, and it was a relief for the young simian. As they inch closer to The Monkey Kingdom, they were ambushed by a group of simians who were in the lookout, startling everyone and preparing to fight. However during the fight it was cut off as Macaque had cornered the three down. MK was astonished by seeing many demon monkeys, specifically to Macaque by seeing his ears while Mei and Red Son were too busy trying to escape them.

Macaque had brought them in and informed the king about the three intruders, instead of them being taken to be punished. The king was quite immature than Macaque, laughing and joking towards the children- he was actually excited to see them and introduced himself as Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong and Macaque had discussed with the three young demons, MKs main purpose was to find where had came from and lead him to travel here. It left the two simians confused as they had never been informed of a missing simian child from their kingdom. Leaving everyone concerned and confused, MK wasn’t originated from this kingdom and it left everyone wanting more answers. During the time, Wukong had decided to give the three children a tour around the kingdom since they never had guests at all. Macaque kept guard of him and Wukong kept teasing about it, MK had noticed their dynamic was strange but he didn’t know what it was.

MK has stayed in the kingdom for quite some time, having permission for Pigsy and Sandy to visit at any time. It was later announced that MK would be trained by Macaque to fight much better, seeing that he was a poor fighter in general. But as the two train more and more, MK learns a lot of things about the royal guard. Revealing that macaque isn’t a regular demon monkey but instead a celestial like wukong. Along with a possession of a strange ability that manipulates shadows. The two had kept it secret till it was the right time to tell the others.

Besides the demons point of view. humans were inching closer into finding out about their kind and beginning a uprising of killing all of them. A couple of demon monkeys were found and tortured as well as being held in captivity. Causing the monkey kingdom to grow worry as they noticed a couple of their friends and families going missing.

During that time, macaque and MK went out of the kingdom to start their routine, but while they head to their spot they found a human village near the kingdom. But what had caught MKs eyes were cages of bloody corpses of familar simians, MK informed macaque immediately and without macaques permission, he had went out to try and help a few escape. It was successful but unfortunately the two were caught and had begun running back to the kingdom, sadly the humans were inching closer to them and Macaque had decided to hold them back to let MK and the other simians to escape easier. Only for the dark furred simian to be struck in the eye by an arrow as he was too distracted fighting with many humans.

MK made it back to the kingdom and informed Sun wukong, seeing the king become pale and shock had startled MK of seeing his cheerful expression disappear.

Sun Wukong went out to save his companion, Macaque, only to see his beloved friend injured and bleeding out on the floor. However he wasn’t dead due to his immortality but he felt regular pain regardless. It had angered the monkey king and left him into a frenzy.

(THATS ALL I HAVE FOR NOW BUT HERES SOME INFORMATION OF THE LOCATIONS)

The Monkey Kingdom

Set in flower fruit mountain, this kingdom is filled with many primates from Large to Small. The main temple/castle is hidden behind the curtains of a waterfall and their emperor is none other than The Monkey king AKA Sun Wukong.

The kingdom is quite far and hidden, but they are known to be a good asset of strength and agility. However, they’ve never interacted with other kingdoms in the last century.

Besides their emperor, they have a second command and also the royal guard who protects Him, The Six Eared macaque.

They celebrate a lot and have many festivals with foods and drinks, known for their tropical fruits.

Sun Wukong wasn’t the original founder of the mountain but instead was the third (and permanent from being immortal)

The Bull Demon Fortress

It’s the second strongest kingdom in China, known for their manipulation of power and flames

The kingdom associates with the dragon kingdom making them close allies (which is why Mei and red son are friends)

Despite their brute force, they have exotic foods as well but mostly meat and spices which they sell and gain more wealth.

The Demon Bull King hates the monkey kingdom because the last time he visit wasn’t a warm welcome (so the relationship of these two kingdoms isn’t good but they keep their distance towards each other)

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Stay Awhile & Listen

Elks Chapter 5

Chapter Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Chapter Summary: Joel's back from patrol and he has a surprise for you. Chapter Warnings: An abundance of softness, oral (m & f receiving), cum swallowing, Joel talks a lot about feelings, reader's a nervous creature and Joel's good at taking care of her. Words: 3,700 Pairing: Jackson Joel Miller x Female Reader Series Summary: Life in Jackson is quite comfortable and simple for you. You love teaching your students and running your library, you love the comforts of living here, perfectly complacent with the company of your two cats, guitar, tattered CD book, and a few friends. You like comfortable and simple, though the feelings you feel whenever you see Joel Miller are quite the opposite. Once you meet him, it seems like he needs you in his life as much as you need him. Reader Background: Reader is in her 30's and comes from Colorado. No other physical descriptors besides her having long enough hair to put up. A/N: We've made it folks! First chapter with smut.

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Masterlist Playlist *** “See The Changes” by Crosby, Stills & Nash.

You’ve never been outside the gates of Jackson since your arrival. You’ve lived with barriers longer than without them, why would you ever sign yourself up to see what lies beyond the iron and wood confines? You’re well aware you know less about how to survive than your own students. You’re sheltered you’ve never doubted that, you’re okay with that. Joel? Not so much.

“You’ve never wanted to leave?” Joel asks over a cup of coffee sitting next to you on his couch.

It’s Saturday, he’s exhausted after almost a week on a patrol. You could tell as soon as he ambled into your library, tired eyed and a little more gruff voiced than usual… and yet he still invited you over for dinner. He insisted on it even, no matter how much you offered to host him. “Nonsense, you’re working all day, let me cook.”

“Not really,” you lean back after placing your empty cup on the table, “I’ve really had no reason, and it was never asked of me. I’m sure it’s really dumb of me.”

“Not dumb, just not smar—“

“Just say dumb, Joel,” you turn towards him.

“Never call you dumb,” a hand cradles your cheek, “I just think you should know the basics of how the world works outside here, just in case there’s a problem. I don’t like the idea of you being unprepared. Do you know how to shoot a gun?”

“I do,” you answer moving to rest your head against his chest. “They put us through a rudimentary training program here when I first got here, I know how to defend myself.”

“Rudimentary?”

“Yeah, it means basic.”

“You’re so smart, glad there’s people like you still around.”

“Well,” angling your head up towards him, “you just spent almost a week in the wilderness protecting us and scavenging for supplies. I’m glad there’s people like you.”

“Hm. Speaking of scavenging, I have something for you. S’why I wanted you to come over here. Shut your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you, okay?”

“Is it good, Joel?”

He chuckles and kisses your forehead. “Of course it’s good, now do what I said.”

You close your eyes, placing your hands over them for extra emphasis. You hear Joel grunt as he stands, he grabs your chin, angles it up and gives you a kiss.

You feel giddy as you hear him walk away, you try to ascertain where Joel is headed over the soft music playing, hearing his footsteps bound up the stairs.

You’re downstairs all alone, yet you still don’t open your eyes.

“Eyes still closed?” Joel shouts from upstairs.

“Yes!” You yell, your voice sparking with excitement.

“Alright, coming down,” heavy footsteps thud down the steps, “don’t peek.”

“I’m not. Promise.”

You rock back and forth on the couch edge as you hear Joel take a seat on his coffee table across from you. You know you’re a nervous creature, but you haven’t felt this type of excited nervousness in years.

“You can open ‘em,” he softly instructs.

Your eyes open, first focusing on Joel, a half grin on his face, your eyes move down to see he has something sitting on his lap.

“How in the world? Joel! How did you find this?” your voice peaking with elation as you grab the small gray box away from his lap.

“Traded my brother for it. He ’n Maria need a crib, so I just signed myself up to furnish their kid’s room.”

“You didn’t have to do that, plus I don’t want to take their stereo. I can’t do that to them,” you reluctantly lift the stereo towards him.

“They still have a record player and besides, they were happy to help you out when I mentioned it to Tommy,” Joel pushes the stereo back in your lap. “It’s small, but it’ll work until we can get you something better.”

You push down on the CD door and watch it pop open, you’re amazed the hinges still work, you had something like this in middle school. It was blue, you covered it in butterfly and smiley face stickers.

“Joel, this is… wow,” tears well in your eyes at his thoughtfulness. “I’ve never had someone do anything like you’ve done for me. You just fixed my guitar last week, and now this?” You hastily wipe a rogue tear that escapes away, “I can’t thank you enough, this is so sweet.”

“No need for tears, it was nothing,” he wipes a tear from your cheek, “really sweetheart, I wanted to do this for you.”

He grabs the stereo from your lap, placing it next to him on the table. “I still feel like I owe you so much for what you did in there,” his head turns towards his studio. “For years I never believed beauty could exist in this world, people like you never survived,” his eyes meet yours as he turns back, “’n I walk into my home one day ’n you’re with Ellie, I finally meet the teacher she won’t stop talking about. You were so beautiful, ’n you left, leaving your CD. I listened to it, selfishly, because I wanted to know more about you.”

His voice is so soft, his words wrapping you in a feeling you’ve never felt before.

“All the songs on there I’d never heard, pretty new things you left that I got to hear. Then, you fall ’n I bring you in here, you tell me you painted that elk picture, all I could think about that night was how beautiful you were, just like your painting. I see everything you do in that school room, how pretty it is, how nice you made it for your kids, how you painted the flowers everywhere. After years and years of the life I lived, I needed you to do something like that for me, for my life. Every time I’m around you, I just can’t wait until I see you again.” His eyes don’t leave yours as he brings his hands up to hold your cheeks, the pads of his thumbs rubbing against your chin. “I keep on thinking about that enigma word you called me, and you’re the enigma for me. You still want to make the world—this world better… and you do. I can’t believe you exist, so caring, so soft, so smart, ’n so beautiful. I like when you’re near me, I like how you make me feel new after all this time.”

Your heart blooms inside your chest, he’s always a man of few words, but the way he confesses his feelings, the way his voice deepens as he tells he you how feels, it makes you want him even more.

His name leaves your mouth as a breath, “I like you near me.” You can’t think of anything else to say.

“That’s good, sweetheart,” he leans forward and kisses you, your hands moving to grab his arms. He’s so big and strong, yet his skin is always so soft and cushioned against your touch.

His tongue parts your lips and languidly explores your mouth as you taste the bitter coffee left over on his tongue. The way his mouth fits against yours after his words of adoration makes you deepen the kiss grasping his arms tighter.

You want Joel, you’ve thought about last Saturday all week, tensity radiating through your body whenever you’d think about the feeling of your body pressed against his. Every night since lying alone in your bed you’ve been tempted to reach your hand between your legs and soothe the want, but you refused yourself. You dedicated a whole page in your sketchbook to drawing his plush lips, and now they’re back on you.

You pull back from his kiss catching your breath. “Joel…”

“You alright?” His wide eyes focused on you.

“I’m good, yeah, just… thinking about how little time it’s been… and I feel like everything is happening so fast… I don’t know, I like it, I just— is it okay?”

“It’s okay with me, if it’s okay with you,” he rubs your knees while he muses. “Time isn’t the same as it was, you take what you can get in the time s’available to you.”

You nod in agreement as goosebumps prickle along your legs from his touch.

“You were in here only a few weeks ago when you fell,” Joel looks down, “still can see some of the marks left from the rocks on your knees.” He touches you firmer, like he’s trying to contain himself. “You’ve been on my mind since… sometimes you’re all I can think about I know it’s been a short time, but…” his hands roam farther up resting just below your thighs, “I want you, ‘n I really hate wasting time.”

His lips crash against yours, he’s never kissed you like this. It’s enigmatic, his mouth firmly against yours, and yet his movements are so tender, his hands petting you, slowly rubbing against your thighs, tongue languidly licking against yours, but the pressure against your mouth, the firmness of his fingertips as he rubs… he’s so tense and soft. Your arms wrap around his neck as you rise off the couch, your knees thumping against the table as you sit on his lap straddling his thick thighs, never breaking the kiss.

Two weeks, it’s only been two weeks, but it’s been two weeks of longing glances, shared stories over meals, quiet understandings, smart replies followed by laughter. You’ve wanted this since you first saw him, the desire burning louder once he was no longer a handsome stranger. You’ve reached an ignition point, and Joel is right there with you, holding the match.

His hands grab your hips, you can feel him against you, his pants tenting against your core.

Denim rubbing against denim as you grind down on top of him.

Joel peppers kisses down to your chin, running his tongue along your neck, placing open mouth kisses against your collarbone. He explores you like he’s mapped his journey in his head. You tip your head back and moan out as his hands drag up and cup your breasts. He licks his way back up your neck, your hands grab at his jaw, the desire in his eyes darkening them.

“Joel…” you breathe out.

“What is it sweetheart?”

“I—I want you.”

“Heh,” his exhale hits your lips putting his forehead against yours, “I want you too, baby.”

Baby. A new name, nobody has ever called you baby. The way his drawl stretches out the aaaa, the way his eyes darken even more as he sees what that word does to you, your lips parting with a moan. He catches your moan with his kiss, his lips sucking on your bottom lip, your lips parting to lick his.

He grabs you by the hips, pulling you closer making you adjust on top of him. He grunts as you grind your core even harder against him trying to soothe the ache between your legs. His hands snake under your shirt, calloused hands palm at the soft skin of your breasts. You haven’t been touched by anybody in over a year, but this? You’ve never been touched like this ever. Other men pale in comparison to Joel Miller.

Your shirt feels too hot against your skin, you grab at your collar and pull it off, Joel leans back to watch you remove it, he lets out a low rumbled curse as you sit bare chested on top of him.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so beautiful,” Joel nuzzles his face against your neck and inhales. “Smell so sweet.”

He buries his head between your breasts, thumbs stroking against your nipples as they harden under his touch. He moves his mouth sealing it over your nipple, your back arching when he sucks it farther in. You whine at the sensation, the want in you sparking even hotter at his touch.

“Good baby?” His words muffled by your skin, his mouth doesn’t leave your breast.

“Y-Yes, want your shirt off,” you gasp out, “Want to feel your skin.” He pulls away and straightens, lifting his faded black shirt up and off, throwing it on the couch behind you.

Your hands reach out and survey the broad expanse of his chest, he’s so warm, you can feel the raised skin of the small scars peppered on him, the smattering of hair across his chest that leads down his belly to his jeans. His breathing rising and falling faster against your hand as you run it across his waistband. You watch yourself unbutton and unzip his jeans. Your tongue comes out to wet your lips as you rub your hands along the length of Joel hidden underneath his underwear.

“Couch, let’s move,” Joel hisses out. “Here, get up."

You stand on shaky legs, he stays sat on the edge of his coffee table. His hands hold your hips pulling you closer to plant a kiss on your stomach.

“Want to see all of you first, been thinking ‘bout this after that first day you were on my couch.”

Your cunt clenches at his words, you don’t think you’ve ever been this wet, and he’s barely even touched you.

Joel unbuttons and unzips your shorts, he glances up, you give him a nod with a smile that he returns. He pushes your shorts and underwear down leaving you bare and standing in the middle of his living room. Dark brown eyes roam over your body fully on display for him, brows furrowed in concentration as if he’s trying to memorize every mole, curve, scar, and mark on your body.

“Can’t get over how pretty you are,” he stands up from the coffee table, leaning forward taking your chin in his hand and placing a kiss on your lips. “Now, sit on the couch for me baby.”

You slowly lower down sitting in the middle pushing your legs together to try to quell the ache in between them.

He stands, his large body looms over you, jeans slung low on his hips, cock laying rigid against the denim. He bends forward and kisses you, hands grabbing your thighs spreading your legs open.

You can feel his breathing accelerate against you as his finger moves across your folds, testing your response, you moan into his kiss as he dips it in and traces a line from your clit to your hole and back.

You’ve imagined him doing this to you back when he was just a crush, just your handsome stranger, your enigma. You never imagined how thick his finger would be, how gentle his touch would feel, how his teeth would gently nibble against your bottom lip.

“Christ. You’re so tight and it’s just one finger baby,” Joel says, voice low and whispered as he looks down. “Can I taste you?"

You have no words, you grunt a yes as he lowers himself on the floor and pulls you forward, spreading your legs wider. You’re not even shy, being on full display like this, legs stretched open, your pussy dripping for Joel to see. You want him to see all of you, it’s all you’ve ever wished for since that first day you saw his handsome face.

He leans forward, nuzzling his nose against your core. His groan vibrates against your cunt as he tastes you, licking a stripe up.

You’re dripping wet, when Joel adds a second finger you can feel how smooth it slides in and out of you. He looks up from in between your legs while swirling his tongue around your clit, his deep brown eyes gazing into yours. You can’t stop staring at him, the lines between his eyebrows set in determination as he eats you. Your fingers run through his hair, softly combing the waves as his fingers and tongue devastates you.

He’s proven to you numerous times how much he cares for you, but this? This is the ultimate way. The way his fingers pump you, the way his tongue presses down on your clit with the perfect pressure, this is the care you’ve always wanted.

It’s all so much. What the two of you are doing here in his living room, the build up over the past couple of weeks, the crush you’ve had on him for months culminating here on his couch. The same couch he touched you so tenderly as he bandaged your knee, now that hand is gripping it to stay wide open as he devours you.

You can feel your orgasm climbing inside with each lick against your swollen clit, each rub of his beard against your sensitive folds, each twist of his fingers inside you. You’re close, so fucking close, and when Joel moans against you, your pussy clenches as it floods with your orgasm. He pulls his fingers out, his tongue licking down to drink you in, tenderly lapping up your wetness, like he’s savoring you and trying to stretch out the time he has between your legs. You moan his name as he leaves a kiss on your clit before pulling away, his mouth and chin glistening from your orgasm.

Your body tremors through the aftershock of your orgasm, legs still spread wide, your mouth held agape as you pant for air. His hands rub up and down your legs, watching you in awe.

“Everything about you is too sweet,” he says with a shake of his head as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Still can’t believe you’re real."

He kisses your knee before placing his hands on the couch, anchoring himself to stand. He winces as he rises and stretches his back out.

“You okay?” you ask as you scoot your back against the couch, noticing how his cock still lays hard underneath his jeans.

“Yeah, just a bad back… probably shouldn’t have been on the floor for that long,” he sees you grimace in guilt, “but it was well worth it.”

He settles on the couch next to you with a huff, pulling you next to him, feeling his bare chest against yours.

“What about…” your hand runs up and down his thigh.

“Mm?” Joel kisses the top of your head.

“What about me doing the same for you?” your hand moves to grip his bulge. “I want to taste you too.”

Joel groans against your hair, “Yeah? Not gonna argue with that sweetheart.”

Your body thrums at the thought of having Joel in your mouth. You quickly get up from the couch excited that now is your chance to be able to show him how much you’ve thought about this moment.

“You just might be the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen baby,” he whispers in awe as you stand between his legs, “s’not gonna take me long.”

With his sweet words, you kneel down and tug at his jeans and briefs revealing his cock. It’s so large, just like his focus on you, just like the tension in the room, just like the orgasm he just gave you.

You watch his face as you place a hand on his thigh and wrap your other hand around his rigid shaft, your eyes following the gulp of air he swallows travel down his neck. His skin is so soft here, so warm, you can’t wait to feel him inside your mouth. You slowly pump your fist down his length while lowering yourself onto the floor.

God, he’s gorgeous. His cock twitches in your hand as you hold it, wetting your lips, you bend forward and lick the drop of him that’s leaked out his tip. Salt, sweat… Joel. You moan at the taste, Joel lets a low curse growl out of his mouth when you take him deeper into your mouth. He’s so big, he stretches your lips, opens your throat, fills your mouth fully.

“S’good,” he croaks, his hand brushing a piece of hair away from your forehead, “so pretty.”

You bob your head down taking him to the back of your throat, the thought of how much his big cock is going to fill your cunt sends a flutter through your body.

Joel’s hand tangles in your hair, lightly tugging and setting a pace as you suck him.

“S’good baby, close— m’close,” his hips rising and falling to meet your movements.

You nod and hum in agreement hollowing your cheeks and sucking harder.

His hips pull up, your name whispered out of his mouth as he cums down your throat. You swallow every drop, reveling in the taste of him now being a part of you.

“Jesus Christ,” he pants, “s’amazing.”

———

“So, about the CD player,” Joel’s voice interrupting your reverie, “I’ve decided it comes with a condition.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, you come with me outside of Jackson for a day.”

“Joel…”

It’s too late for ultimatums, the only reason you haven’t gotten off his couch and walked home is you’re too comfortable laying against his body that’s currently only clad in his underwear while all you wear is his t-shirt.

“It’s important, it doesn’t have to be now, but soon,” his tone is serious, like he’s overtly concerned about your safety and wellbeing. “Please do it for me, sweetheart.”

“I don’t know what’s out there…”

“And I do, ’n I’ll keep you safe, it doesn’t have to be for long… just long enough so if you do have to leave… it won’t be your first time out in years,” he urges. “Get your bearings ’n everything.”

“You think I’ll be okay out there?”

“I wouldn’t ask of it if I didn’t think you’d be okay.”

“I suppose it makes sense.”

“S’pose so. Doesn’t have to be now but just, when the time is right, I think it’ll be good for you.”

“Okay, if it means I get to keep the CD player.”

Joel tightens his arms around you, pressing his lips against your hair. “You get to keep the CD player darlin’.”

You don’t leave Joel's until the next morning, the both of you falling asleep on his couch with his arms wrapped around you.

A/N: Hi! If you've made it down this far, I appreciate you. Thank you for reading and sticking with this story. If you'd like to be added to the tag list, let me know.

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heyitsdoe · 10 months

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hi Doe! glad to see you’re back cause I’ve missed your writing sm! hardcore back in my Lucci phase, so would I be able to request hcs of Lucci loving a gn civilian!reader and how he might go about a relationship like that? whether reader know about his profession is up to you :))

Ahh, I am really happy to be missed <3 It can be hard to reassure yourself that you aren't forgotten when you go an inactive for awhile on things like this. You may absolutely indeed request such a thing! I hope you enjoy these, even if it took me a little while <3 Thank you!

If you thought that a long-distance relationship was difficult, then I assure you, being in one with the secretive and already emotionally-distant Rob Lucci is quite the monumental undertaking.

He's away for long periods of time. Sometimes months. Once, nearly a year. And from the sound of some of his previous assignments, the purpose and locations of which you'll never be privy to, it wasn't too far of a stretch to imagine that there may be a mission that would keep him away from you for even longer.

His work is, of course, a mystery. The most you'll be aware of is that he's employed by the World Government. Doing what? Well, you knew better than to go asking questions that you likely wouldn't enjoy the answer to. Blissful ignorance afforded you a relatively easy life.

Periodic den den mushi conversations were your most efficient means of communicating. Your heart always skipped a beat when you heard your little snail begin its quiet 'pure-puru-puru-puru's from the little box it was kept in. There was only one possible caller on that particular one, and elation was a familiar sensation as you rushed to answer it. The odd hours and inconvenient timing of a few were far and away less important than hearing from your lover.

These conversations you shared were always cherished. And not just by you, but Lucci too. Sure, he didn't say so in as many words, but the monotone that often carried his voice softened a bit whenever he spoke with you. Sometimes in hushed whispers, others in smug contentment to be able to speak with you again. Whatever his emotion, being able to pick up the audible relaxation he adopted the moment you answered never grew old.

Most of these calls were never more than a handful of minutes, quick little check-ins when he found the time. You always knew when he had completed his newest assignment, because he typically had time to talk for an hour or more. Lucci took his work very seriously, no matter how much he might miss you, so distractions such as long, frivolous discussions with you weren't allowed until he had completed what he set out to do.

Contrary to what one might believe, his homecomings were uneventful affairs. No parties, no exorbitant presents or expressions of how much you'd missed one another. Rather, he preferred a quiet reunion. An extended embrace from behind closed doors where he can take in the way you fit against his body, within his arms, and just...breathe you in. You felt like home more than any other place he frequented.

This time of his return was never squandered, catching up over hot drinks or while doing a favorite activity. Something with just the two of you. His team knew better than to interrupt those precious few days he got to spend with you after the end of an assignment. The occasional unfamiliar rookie was forewarned by the others, lest they inadvertently cause Lucci's ire by taking a single moment of his time with you.

Lucci, never a man of too many words—and certainly not very emotional ones—always seemed to find the right ones to tug your heartstrings when he knew that your time together would be coming to an end. Reassurances, promises that you knew he'd keep no matter what he faced out there in the world, and a fortifying smile that never failed to bring the beginnings of tears to your eyes.

Your partings were oh, so difficult. Watching his back as he returned to the ship moored at the dock on your home island was one you'd seen time and time again. You'd never be granted the permissions to go to where he was required to be for his work. But the next time you'd come to see one another again, the love and devotion would rise just as strong, just as sweet.

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theoreticslut · 2 years

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「 crossing the line 」

eddie munson x fem reader

summary: you didn’t plan on your best friend walking in on you, but you’re certainly not going to complain.

requested: no

word count: 3k

warnings: 18+ smut, use of sex toys, assisted masturbation(?), pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart, & pretty girl), fluffy aftercare, subspace if you squint

a/n: i finally did it! i wrote an eddie smut i actually like & am super fucking proud of. its hot, it’s kinda heavy, & its eddie fucking munson so what could be better? there’s a potential this could have a part 2, but i don’t know. i kinda like it where it’s at, but i might be pursuaded into writing more of it. whatever i decide, i hope you like this! Xx

“Oh, fuck. Shit.”

“Ohhh, d-don’t stop. It feels so good.” you whine, no one to hear you but yourself as you slowly pump the silicone cock in and out of your body.

Although it was a Saturday, everyone in your family had left to do one thing or another, leaving you an empty house and plenty of time for yourself which you were not about to let go to waste. It’s been far too long since you’ve had a good orgasm, not the type to sleep around and hook up with anyone willing to fuck.

It wouldn’t be a problem if you had a boyfriend, but unfortunately you happen to be lacking in that department. Hence why you’re left to get yourself off with toys and your fingers. Not that you’d complain though when your toys get the job done quite spectacularly.

“Shit, baby, right there.” You groan, small gasps leaving your body in between all your little whines and whimpers.

You had realized quite awhile ago that you were not a quiet person when it came to sex. If it was needed you could be, but you would much rather be vocal, somehow feeling more pleasure when you could be.

Another thing you had quickly realized about yourself was that you couldn’t stay still either. If something felt good, or god forbid you had a pleasant thought, you were squirming all over the bed.

Eddie was one of those thoughts that made you squirm, walls clenching as a moan would claw itself from your body.

You couldn’t help it. He may be your best friend, but that doesn’t stop you from finding him attractive with that sly smirk of his and those big, brown eyes that would twinkle with mischief.

On top of that, you swear he’s got a body sculpted by the gods. He doesn’t look it, but he has defined muscle from years of playing guitar and helping Wayne out around the trailer.

The only reason you’re aware of this, though, is because he loves picking you up. That first time you felt his muscles against your back and under your hands, you swear you nearly melted.

Ever since then though, his surprising strength is a frequent visitor of your thoughts, usually late at night when you can feel yourself getting warm as your panties become damp.

Some of your favourite thoughts are of his muscles tensing as he plays with your clit, his fingers sliding in and out of your wet little cunt. That or how his muscles would feel as he holds you tight against his chest as he roughly fucks his cock up into you, kissing your neck as he does.

“Fuck, Eddie. I want you so bad.” You practically cry, wishing it was him filling your cunt instead of the silicone dildo.

You can only imagine how good he must feel. Not that you’ve ever talked about your sex lives with each other, but you just feel like he’d know what he’s doing and that he’d do it well.

As the thought crosses your mind you can feel yourself clench against the silicone, your walls getting so tight that it gets difficult to slide the dildo into your heat, feeling each and every one of the fake veins rub against you.

“Fuck, feels so good.”

~.~

As Eddie pulls into your driveway, he’s glad to see that only your car is there to begin with. He loves when the two of you have the house to yourselves, not that you ever do anything that would call for an empty house, but he just feels more relaxed knowing he doesn’t have to try to impress your parents.

Even though the two of you have been friends for years now, he knows how his reputation is received around town and he knows that your parents always keep that in the back of their minds. He’d hate to say or do something that’d make them want him to stay away from you.

You are the best thing in his life, and he’s honestly not sure he could live with you. So he stays on his best behaviour around your parents even now after they’ve known him for about ten years.

Regardless, he’s happy to see that the house will be empty aside from the two of you. He’s been dying to have a movie night with his best friend again, one or both of you often being busy nowadays that you’re seniors in high school. He figures that tonight will probably be the best night for one given that you weren’t assigned much homework for the weekend for once.

Walking into the house, he’s slightly surprised to see that you’re not in the living room. Typically you’d be down here watching tv when the rest of your family is gone.

Pushing the thought aside, however, he starts climbing the stairs to your room, stopping only when he sees your door is mostly closed.

He carefully makes his way to your door, a confused frown on his face, when he hears you gasp and groan from inside, the sounds going straight to his groin as a low fluttering starts in his stomach.

“Shit!” You nearly cry and he can’t stop the heat that crawls up his neck to his cheeks.

You can’t be masturbating, right? His mind is just taking your sounds out of context and filling in the rest, isn’t it?

His curiosity gets the better of him as you continually whine, urging him to push your door open just enough to see what you’re doing.

As soon as he sees you, though, he’s fighting back a groan. There on your bed, you’re all spread out, only wearing a band tee he had gotten you and a small thong - the shirt pushed up over your stomach, bunched just under your breasts as your thong is pulled to the side of your pussy while you pump a pretty pink dildo into you.

Never had he pictured such a lewd sight, but he can’t find the strength to look away as the silicone cock slides in and out of your wet cunt, your fingers circling your clit as your head lolls back.

“Oh my god, it feels so good. Please don’t stop.” You beg, regardless of the fact that you’re the one controlling your pleasure, and Eddie can only swallow a growl as he watches.

From the doorway, he can only wonder what you’re thinking of as you please yourself. That is if you’re even thinking at all or simply acting on pure pleasure.

He’s spent god knows how many nights thinking about you as he tugs on his cock, trying to picture his hand as your warm cunt, but he can’t imagine you’d feel the same about him. You are best friends, and have been for years. There’s no way you’d feel the same, right?

“Please, Eddie. Feels so good.” You whine, gasping as you sink the dildo all the way into your slick folds and Eddie can feel a shiver run down his spine as his dick twitches in his jeans.

“Please, faster.” He hears you cry and he can’t fight the need to be involved any longer.

He needs to see the pink silicone cock be buried deep into your pussy. He needs to see the way you twitch as it slides against your walls up close. He needs you to know he’s there and is thinking of you too.

Pushing his way into the room, he takes consideration to not be too loud as you haven’t noticed his presence, your eyes having been shut tight the entire time so far. Having closed the door, he starts to carefully make his way to the end of the bed where he can finally see just how wet you are.

Smirking to himself, he takes a deep breath to calm his raging hormones. As much as he wants to rip the silicone from your cunt and replace it with his aching cock, he doesn’t want to jump too far ahead and ruin your friendship. He figures that getting you to cum on your dildo is already crossing the line enough, but he needs to see you come undo for him.

Placing his hand over yours, stopping you from circling your clit, he kneels over you as your head snaps up to find him.

~.~

“Eddie…” you gasp, your pussy clenching even as your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you find him hovering over you.

“Hi, baby.” He replies, voice gruff and you immediately know that the sight of you is driving him crazy which only makes you wetter.

“Can I take over for you? Wanna make you feel good.”

You nod, biting your lip as the two of you hold eye contact, Eddie wanting to make sure that you’re okay with this.

“Please, Eddie.” You beg, and that’s all it takes for him to start pumping the pink cock into you, slowly at first as he watches you squirm and buck your hips toward his hand.

“Fuck, honey. You’re so pretty like this.” He groans and all you can do is whine in response.

“So pretty being fucked open by your little silicone cock, aren’t you?”

“So fucking pretty, but you’ve been wanting my cock, haven’t you baby? Been wanting your best friend to fuck you silly, huh?”

You can’t help but cry at his question, not when he decides to start pumping the dildo into you deeper than you even realized was possible.

“That what you’ve been thinking of, honey? Been thinking of me?”

“Mhm.” You hum, tears welling up in your eyes as he fucks you faster.

“Yeah? You’ve been picturing this pretty little dildo as my cock?”

“Well, baby, I can promise you the real thing feels so - much - better.” He teases, voice low as he punctuates each word with a thrust of the dildo as he slows his pace, fucking you nice and deep to the point you feel the head of the silicone cock bruising the inside of your stomach.

“Fuck!” You cry on a particularly hard thrust, grabbing for Eddie’s hand to stop the abuse.

“That hurting you, honey? I’m sorry.” He coos, kissing your navel as he shallows the thrusts, moving to a languid pace as he simply watches you.

“God, you’re so beautiful. Never thought I’d get to see you like this, sweetheart.”

“Never thought I’d be fucking a dildo into your pretty folds as you cry for me.” He continues, using his free hand to wipe the tears that fall from your eyes at the sheer pleasure.

“You getting close to cumming, honey? Your pussy feels tighter than it was.”

“You need me to help you over the ledge?”

You nod, whining as you buck your hips, earning a soft chuckle from the curly haired Adonis that is your best friend.

“Please, Eddie. Wanna cum. Wanna cum so bad.”

“Alright, baby. Relax. I’ve gotcha.” He smiles, keeping up the slow, languid pace but bringing his free hand down to your clit.

“Oh! Oh, Eddie….” You whine, bucking your hips as he bites back a smirk.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Bet it feels real good, huh?”

“Mhm. So good.”

“Good, baby. Cum for me when you’re ready, okay? No holding back.”

You whine, nodding your understanding as you feel the knot in your stomach grow tighter and warmer at his ministrations.

“Look at me, sweetheart. Wanna see my pretty girl as she cums.” Eddie commands, and you groan as you lift your head to watch him, feeling that knot tighten even more as you do.

With a whine you're dropping your head back as you can feel your walls clenching tighter against the dildo as you get that much closer to your orgasm.

“Look at me, honey. Wanna see you.” Eddie reminds, and as soon as you make eye contact with him you feel yourself let go, cries and whimpers leaving your lips as you cum around the silicone cock.

“That’s it. So pretty, sweetheart. So fucking pretty cumming for me.” Eddie groans as he watches your pussy clench wildly around the toy.

He waits until you’ve come down from the high, your body relaxing, before he pulls the silicone cock from your cunt, dragging his fingers through your release as it dribbles out.

You can’t help but smile as you watch him bring his fingers to his lips, wanting to taste you, groaning as your slick hits his tongue.

“Do I taste good, Eddie?” You question, smiling down at the curly-haired brunette as he cleans his fingers well after your release is gone from them.

“Heavenly.” He smirks, bringing himself up to lay on top of you, his body slotted between your still open legs.

“Thank you.” You murmur, softly bucking up into his stomach as a lone aftershock of your orgasm rips through you.

“Of course, honey.” He smiles, knowing you’re thanking him for more than just his compliment on your taste.

You nod, eyes drifting closed as you hum and play with his mop of hair, his head resting on your stomach.

“Why don’t we get you cleaned up, huh? Then we can cuddle and listen to music or something.” He offers and you tiredly nod.

With a kiss to your stomach and a smile, he pushes himself up to go grab a warm cloth from the bathroom so he can clean your puffy, abused folds.

You whine as he touches your over-sensitive cunt, even with the lightest pressure he could muster.

“I’m sorry, honey. I know it hurts, but we gotta get you clean.” He murmurs, pausing to give you a moment of reprieve as he pushes some sweaty hair out of your face.

“Still so pretty. You know that?”

“Mm-mm” you hum, shaking your head with furrowed brows as he finishes cleaning your sensitive lips and inner thighs.

“Mhm. You’re so pretty, y/n. Drives me crazy.”

“Not as pretty as you, Eds.”

“Ohh. You think I’m pretty, huh?” He questions as he goes through your dresser drawers to find you a clean pair of underwear.

“So pretty. Got the prettiest eyes and smile, Eds. Such pretty hair, too, you know?”

He shakes his head at your mumbling as he blushes, not believing you but appreciating the words nonetheless.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” You pout, watching him as he pulls a pair of pink, frilly undies from your dresser.

“Didn’t say that, did I?” He challenges as he makes his way back to the bed.

“You didn’t have to. I can tell when you don’t believe me, Eddie.” You huff, still tired from your orgasm but slowly feeling less achy.

“You didn’t believe me either, sweetheart.” He reminds, looking to you to make sure it’s okay if he changes your underwear.

He doesn’t find any alarm or hesitation in your eyes as he looks for an answer, so he carefully pulls the sides of your thong over your hips and down your legs, leaving you bare in front of him as he tosses the skimpy material towards your hamper.

“What if we agree that we’re both pretty?” You offer, having been quiet as he removed your thong.

“I can do that.” He smiles, pulling your clean undies up your legs, lifting your hips with ease as he gets there.

You can’t help but squeal as he lifts your bottom half with ease, still not used to him being able to handle you so easily.

“What? Did I surprise you?”

“Mhm. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you being able to lift me.”

“No?” He questions, patting your butt as he finishes getting your panties on, moving to lay beside you on the bed.

“Mm-mm.” You hum, sighing as you turn onto your side, hugging a pillow to your chest as you rest your head on it, eyes still heavy with tiredness.

You feel Eddie shift on the bed behind you, the bed dipping at your hip as he moves closer to you. His arm comes up around your waist as he pulls you back against his chest which is when you feel his erection against your ass.

Sighing, you shift your hips back to grind against him, drawing a grunt from him as the arm over your waist moves so he can grip your hip.

“D-don’t tease me, y/n.” He warns.

“M’not. Just don’t want you to go soft.”

“I won’t be. Not after all that.” He chuckles, absentmindedly bucking into your ass as he recalls how hot you looked all filled up with a silicone cock.

“Good. I wanna get my energy back before anything else.”

He nearly whimpers at your words, swallowing a groan as he tries to figure out what you’re saying. You can’t possibly be hinting at taking care of him, right?

“Was it not clear that I like you, Eds? I’m not going to leave you with a hard on after what you did for me.”

“Especially after you said it was better than my toy.” You smirk, hearing him choke on another groan as he bucks into your ass, your cunt already getting wet again.

“Fuck, baby. You’re gonna kill me, I swear.“

“Better not. Do you know how long I’ve liked you, eds?”

“Is it anywhere as long as I’ve liked you?”

“I bet it’s longer. I think I’ve liked you since we first met, munson.”

“Then I’ve definitely got you beat, sweetheart. I’ve liked you since I first saw you, which was way before we first met.” He replies and you can hear the smile in his voice as he leans down to kiss your shoulder.

“Mm, I like these nicknames, eds.”

“Yeah? You like being called sweetheart? What about baby? And honey?”

“I like them all, eddie. Think ‘my pretty girl’ is my favourite, though.”

“Yeah? You are my pretty girl, so it’s a good thing you like it.” He smiles, leaning over you which makes you turn your head to look at him, wondering what he’s doing.

When he kisses your lips though, that’s all you need to know as you turn soft under his touch. He’s got you - and your heart - in a chokehold, but you couldn’t care less.

He’s kissing you after getting you to cum all over a dildo for him. You’re more than happy to be his however he wants you.

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drama--universe · 10 months

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Learning cultures

Requested by anonymous: Hello! How are you? Your writing is divine, just...wow, speechless! Can I request a oneshot for LXC? The reader is a cultivator from a completely different country, she has different customs, different fighting style, different weapons, different magic... she traveled all the clans, Nie, Jiang, Jin and even Lan, in every clan everyone liked her even though she had different customs, she was kind and accommodating to everyone, forming strong friendships with JGY and NHS. Then she runs into LXC during one of the walks, literally slamming into him when she wasn't paying attention to where she was going. Of course, LXC didn't get mad, he made sure the reader was okay and went on his way. JGY sees all this and then teases the reader when he saw her blush😂 NHS then becomes something of a messenger as he passes letters from LXC and the reader to the other one 😂I don't know, somehow the request came to me, I hope it's cool, I don't ask for requests too much😄 take care and thank you!👋

Pairing: Lan Xichen x fem!foreigner!reader

Word Count: 2.9k words

You never really expected to find another country, you honestly just wanted to leave your home for awhile. You had set sail on the shores of your home country and now you found yourself on the shore of another. Your boat was wrecked and you went under, only to wash ashore later on while trying to not inhale the salty water. The sun shine down from it's spot up in the sky, making the sand beneath your hands burning hot and the air around you dry. You could practically feel the taunt from the sun as it challenged you, but you could care less. Your weapons felt heavy, the spear on you back was pulling you down back into the water due to it's weight and the twin daggers didn't help you out much either. Your bag was floating somewhere in the water and you didn't even want to think about where all your food went, probably already taken by the sea like your ship.

But even while nearly drowning, you were painfully aware of the eyes on you. Two curious eyes that made you wonder why they were not even in view.

Then you spotted it, a child staring straight at you with big eyes full of curiosity, almost sparkling as they spotted you. The kid wasn't tall, slightly on the thinner side if you'd compare with the children from your country, and you guessed that he'd been an early teenager. He was hidden behind a tree, eyes barely visible as he tried his best to stay hidden. The man behind him, you assumed it was an adult anyway, didn't share that thought as he casually strolled forward out of the woods. He seemed surprised by you and you were just as surprised, he looked quite different from you or anyone you had ever seen before today. He was a bit paler than you, silky black hair and thinner slanted eyes. The grey robes he wore were also unique looking to you, looking nothing like your clothes in the slightest. He spoke, the language unfamiliar to you and not even sounding like anything at first. You held up your hand for him to pause, getting up before focusing your energy to him. He spoke again and this time you understood him fine, thanks to some quick spell.

"Are you alright?" He repeated his question again as he held out one of his hands, which you quickly took with a thanks as you focused your spell to make him understand your words.

"Fine, fine... Could be worse." "Worse than drowning?" He asked and you opened your mouth to retort his statement, but closed your mouth again when you realized he was right. Not much worse than almost dying...

"May I ask who you are?" "Right! The name's (Y/n), pleasure to meet you!" You smiled brightly as you held out your hand to shake, surprised as he just bowed his head while revealing himself to be Meng Yao. The boy from behind the trees had also decided to join you, standing behind Meng Yao while sending you a bright and yet shy smile and introducing himself as Nie Huaisang. The conversation quickly moved on to your place of origin and how toy actually got here, which was then followed by Huaisang offering you a place to stay. You could hardly ignore the kid or his request, so you agreed.

Thus you found yourself on the grounds of the Qinghe Nie clan, meeting Nie Mingjue and being absolutely terrified of the man as he reluctantly agreed to let you stay thanks to Huaisang's pleading look. He reminded you much of your little brother, a cute boy who knew how to get what he wants. Although difficult, you tried to adapt as much as possible to their culture. Huaisang was quick to guide you through everything, starting with giving you a hanfu to wear. It was beautiful, a soft material used instead of the rough fabrics that you were more used to, and details were so difficult to catch that you could spend hours just looking. Then he and Meng Yao taught you some of their customs before explaining that every clan had different ones. It took you a couple of weeks to get the basics of the Nie clan before you set off to the next.

First the Lanling Jin clan, where some disciplines were kind enough to tell you a bit before you set of again thanks to the arrogant teenager(s) that kept mocking you. The second clan you went to was the Yunmeng Jiang clan, where you were taught by the daughter of the head of the clan. Jiang Yanli was the sweetest, never getting annoyed or angry as she taught you everything you needed or wanted to know. Wuxian, her adoptive brother, was even more excited to teach you things (pranks mostly) and he was always present when Yanli taught you. You only saw Jiang Cheng a few times, but you could tell that he was a nice person as well, just not visibly showing it to others. You stayed with them for 3 months, then you moved again to the final clan.

Gusu Lan, one know for it's strictness and their many rules to follow. You didn't really know what to expect from them, so having the kids from Yunmeng and from Qinghe join you for a sort of school was kind of exciting. You were just glad that you were allowed to join them, Meng Yao had sent you a letter saying that he got permission to take you as a Nie representative.

You actually enjoyed the trip up the mountain, unlike the others, as the view as astounding to see and the fresh air instantly woke you up from your drowsiness. Once past the gate, you could only marvel at the structures that were build in between the mountain. Of course you loved all the other clan buildings, but this one had a massive library that you just couldn't ignore. You just wanted to find out what kind of information the books in there had, what kind of knowledge you could possible gain you. Then you were inside, greeted by a man that you could only stare at. All the previous people you had met were attractive, both men and women, but this man was different. Maybe it was because of the confidence that he had or maybe just something else, but he looked dazzling. You almost thought you reached the heavens, the white and blue robes didn't make that thought any better. You also noticed the ribbon weaved through his hair to rest on his forehead, a cloud symbol laying between his eyebrows. It looked intricate and you wondered if you could take a closer look at it in some period of time later on.

You joined Yanli and some other girls to a dorm, settling in quickly after a short introduction. The robes on your bed were soft, feeling almost as soft as the clouds that were painted on the bottom of the robe and you were almost afraid of how quickly you would dirty the white and light blue colors.

A woman entered not much later after you got dresses, her robes a darker blue than you had seen others wear, and she asked everyone to follow her before pausing on you. You expected a mocking comment or something along those lines, the girls from Lanling hadn't been to quiet with their insults, but she just walked closer to you and pulled your belt up a bit before pulling your robes a bit down to make it lay flatter than it had before. You thanked her, bowing your head before following her out like everyone else. You entered a lecture hall, the men were all present already and you quickly joined Huaisang and Meng Yao before looking around. Two men entered, one an elder man that you assumed was the head of the clan when you saw his clothes and the other was the angelic man from the front gate. He was smiling slightly this time, mostly aimed at a younger boy in the front that looked very similar to him. The elder man spoke first, but you hadn't expected him to start rules. At first, you were carefully listening to his words but that changed around the 30th rule or so.

"How many more do we have to listen to?" "There are 3,000 rules in total, all of them are equally important. I do admit their wording could be shorter." You flinched as someone actually answered your question, turning your head slightly to see the angelic man. After blinking a few times, you nodded to acknowledge his words before turning to face the front again. Huaisang, who had heard of the number of rules, was already laying face down on the table and you couldn't help but do the same. It was only at the 580th rule that you shut off your brain, letting go of the translation spell that made you understand the elder and instead trying to push back your growing headache. It was like someone was pushing your head together at the temples, knives pushing into your skull and turning around once inside. It was painful, so much so that you just wanted to lay down and sleep right in this room. You couldn't, obviously, but you opted to just close your eyes instead in hopes that it would lessen slightly by doing so. So you closed your eyes, hoping that you would be left alone as the elder still listed the rules, you assumed he was anyway.

When you opened your eyes again, because of course you had fallen asleep, everyone else was getting ready to leave. You just followed, you didn't want to stay longer at the moment. Your headache, although lessened, was still killing you and you had some medicine in your bag that could help. You didn't wait for anyone, you just want to the dorm and shoved the medicine down with some water. Then you laid down to sleep, quickly moving on to the dream world.

Although it was early in the morning, you were wide awake and bringing with energy. You were the only person, beside the Lan disciplines, that seemed happy to be out for a walk. You didn't know why Huaisang looked so glum, the sights were beautiful and the cold breeze could easily wake up anyone from their slumber. Nonetheless, you talked him through the walk as you walked, a happy skip in your step and a big smile on your face. Your eyes weren't really focused on the road ahead of you, they remained on Huaisang during your conversation. Unfortunately, that also meant that you didn't see that everyone else had stopped. The result? You were abruptly stopped when you slammed into someone's chest, stumbling backwards until the person caught you. You looked up and we're surprised to see Lan Xichen before you, giving you a smile like you hadn't just bumped him.

"Are you alright?" He let go of your waist and you straightened your robes out before nodding at him, trying to ignore the way that your heart skipped a beat and how your face heated up.

"Please be mindful of your surroundings." He said before turning around and walking away, leaving you standing in the same spot with a look of surprise. Yet you couldn't help but smile a bit.

"You're so in love with him." Meng Yao speaks loud enough for anyone to hear as he passes by you, smirking at you before speeding up a bit as you kicked your leg at him. This action earned a disapproving look from Lan Qiren while Xichen just chuckled softly, which made your face heat up even more. Luckily, the rest of the walk was without you slamming into someone else again. However, you also noticed that Xichen lingered near you as you walked, almost like he was ready to catch you if you tripped again or something along those lines. Not that he made that clear, he just walked beside you at a decent distance, which only made Meng Yao raise his eyebrows at you suggestively once more. You ignored him without hesitation, instead focusing on the road and those interesting pebbles on the ground.

You didn't know how you ended up in this situation, sitting across Xichen while drinking tea and talking. But you also didn't really care about how you got here, you were too busy trying to keep your face neutral enough and not to just smile like an idiot. Xichen was explaining some stuff about the clan, the reasons for their colors and how their rules came into place, but you could only stare at him. More specifically at the cloud symbol on his forehead, which he hadn't noticed and if he had, he was kind enough to not point it out.

"Why do you wear that?" You blurted out in the middle of his sentence, realizing how rude this probably was and quickly apologizing after. Xichen paid no mind to this and kindly started to explain instead.

"It is a metaphor, it shows that we restrain ourselves." The explanation was simple, you were sure that he oversimplified the actual meaning, and Xichen was also quick to add that it wasn't something that just anyone could touch.

"Only close family members are allowed to touch the headbands. When we marry, our wife and future kids are also allowed." Xichen says and you felt a wave of disappointment wash over you, unsure of the reason for those feelings. The conversation moved on to other subjects, but somehow the thought of marrying Xichen had entered your mind and it wouldn't leave. You could only try to hide the slight blush on your face until you could excuse yourself to go to your class.

You never went to that class. and the thoughts of marrying Xichen turned into hopeful dreams that revealed your true feelings of the man.

The first letter you sent to Xichen was after your leave of the Gusu Lan clan. You added it to your letter to Huaisang, the paper folded neatly with Xichen's name on it. Xichen answered not much later, his response folded into the letter that Huaisang send you back. You didn't miss Huaisang's teasing in his own letter, you had no doubt that the boy had peaked into your letter. However, you first focused on Xichen's letter, because the man had called you his dear friend and you took a few minutes to just process that.

A dear friend was a start, maybe someday it say dear lover.

The second conversation was started by Xichen, asking you where you were traveling this time. You answered him, sticking in a small note of thanks to Huaisang that he helped you deliver the letters to Xichen. You received no you're welcome back, but you did get another letter. One that only made your heart ache as Xichen spoke of marriage, but he was to be clan leader after all and neither of you were still really young. But still with all that, you wished that he would chose you and not some clan's daughter that was chosen for him. Luckily, he didn't seem to mention his future marriage in any way, so you didn't see need to worry yet. Even though you were glad, you couldn't help yourself from asking if he had plans to marry. The letter was sent before you could actually control your actions, embarrassment entering much later and when it was too late to get the letter back.

You waited for two weeks for any kind of response from Xichen, but you got a very good response. You got Xichen in front of you, his angelic smile aimed to you and a letter in his hand. You took it with confusion, reading it's contents carefully.

Right at the bottom, written in the neatest letters stood a sentence that made your heart stop.

'I hope that we might marry someday.'

You were ready to faint at this point, not being able to control your magic as you made the letter go up in flames thanks to the sparks from your fingers. You only stared at the ashes before apologizing to Xichen, but he was just smiling at you like it was nothing. Then again, you had explained your powers to him or at least to some extent.

"I presume that to be a yes?" He asked and you nodded slowly, not really knowing what you were supposed to say to his proposal. You'd figure it out later, however, because you just wanted to hug him right now. So you did, embracing him and toying with the back of his belt as he threw his arms around your shoulders.

"How'd you know?" You dare to ask him, looking up to him with curious eyes as you awaited his answer.

"You often think out loud." Cue your face heating up as you hid your face in his chest, only making the man chuckle softly while parting your head.

You received one more letter later on from Huaisang, asking if the proposal went well. You burned that one as well.

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delayed-affection · 6 months

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hello 🙌

Could you write something about Pyotr kochetkov, anything you want..

there isn't as much content from this guy as I'd like 😓

Thank you 🤍

Unrequited Love

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Pyotr Kochetkov x reader

Warnings: Like four Russian words but they are translated

A/n: He speaks very little English in real life but for the sake of the fic he knows a little more

Word count: 0.8k

You’ve been pining over Pyotr since you’ve met him. Working for the team however means you can’t do anything about it.

So you made the decision to just keep your feelings to yourself but with that meant you could at least be friends with him.

And you did, you actually became close friends with him, maybe too close of friends.

With it being the off season meant that you and Pyotr were spending more one on one time.

As of now he sits next to you on your couch telling you all about how his brother is coming to visit from Russia.

He tells you about the times they spent together as children and how much he's been missing him.

As he talks, you can see the joy and excitement in his face and it might seem a little selfish but you being to wonder if he lights up this way when talking about you. If he talks about you and if he does, who has he told?

More questions being to flood your mind, does he find you as fascinating and interesting as you find him? Does he speak about you to others with the same passion and affection?

You try to push your thoughts aside and focus on his excitement about his brother's visit becomes really hard after awhile.

Getting drunk with Pyotr on a random Tuesday night was not ideal, especially considering that he likes to try and have deep conversations while constantly switching between English and Russian.

When he switches to Russian, you’re completely out of your depth and have no idea what he's saying. But rather than tell him that, you just smiles and nods along, trying to understand.

You knows he's trying to say something profound, but all you can do is laugh to yourself as you takes another shot.

He had just gone on a twenty minute talk about how being a goalie can’t be compared to anything else because it is the scariest and most important position to play.

He then falls silent looking down at the vodka bottle in his hand.

He chuckles, “You know… I can’t imagine myself having…”

He takes a second to think, “Having… a… I forget English word for it but Подруга.” (Girlfriend)

You scrunchie your eyebrows trying to think of the word he’s trying to say, his slight slur is not helping.

He leans forward and takes a shot, “You picture me with one?”

Seeing your confused face so he tries to explain, “Боже мой, uh, Подруга… uh, you know a lover, right?” (Oh my god, girlfriend)

If the alcohol wasn’t making you hot already then that question certainly would.

You let out an awkward laugh, “You don’t see yourself with someone?”

He shakes his head, “No, never home. No need.”

You had no reason to be upset about his answer because it was a solid answer and dating someone that worked for his team probably never crossed his mind.

But it did make you a little sad knowing that he wasn’t looking for anyone or anything.

The two of you sit inside a Starbucks, tucked away in the corner.

You’re typing somethings out for work while he watches as people walk in and out. Your sitting in comfortable silence, something you two did quite often here.

Until someone walks in and catches Pyotr’s eye.

He nudges your hand making you look at him, “смотреть, she cute, no?” (Look)

You follow his gaze and you’re not going to lie to yourself, she’s a very pretty girl.

You turn back to your laptop and nod, “mhm.”

“I go talk to her?” He asks glancing from you to her.

Your brain is working in overdrive, you don’t know what to think or say. You’re aware that that you can’t keep him for yourself but you never thought he would ask you if he should go flirt with someone.

You hesitate for a moment before saying, “I don’t know.”

He doesn’t like your hesitation, “Do you think she has lover?”

You tilt your head and shrug, “Maybe.”

That’s not a yes so that encourages him a bit.

He sits a up straight and looks at you, “You help me? You know translation.”

You really don’t want to be his wingman, “I don’t know much.”

He stands up and grabs his drink, “That is fine. Come.”

And that’s when you knew the little fantasy of you two ever being together was over. He truly only saw you as a friend, a good enough friend that he wants to help him flirt.

It was never going to happen and who knows it might be for the better.

#pyotr kochetkov #Pyotr Kochetkov x reader #Pyotr Kochetkov imagine #Pyotr Kochetkov oneshot #Pyotr Kochetkov x yn #nhl x reader #nhl fic #nhl imagine

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cannibalizedlove · 5 days

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My bestiest bestie recommended you and I have a BIG idea. I've always thought about a fic where y/n (any gender) moved into this creepy-ish home. After awhile of being there, there had been strange movements and noises and etc. Often the ghost of the house (timothee chalamet) visits only when they're asleep to either caress their hair or cheek because timothee is afraid to show himself to them; especially from fear of scaring them. He is a very beautiful ghost too. When the reader falls in love with timothee, they can only feel him. The reader is the only person that can physically touch him because of how strong their love is. (I might be a bit cheesy).

and the best part of this story is that when the reader dies in the future — the two lovers can and will always be happily together.

A very fluffy and sweet story! With some slight angst.

This is such a cute idea!! I love a little angst-y, cheesy story so I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did. Love your and your besties blog as well!!

Hauntingly Yours.

Information and warnings — Gender neutral reader, gender never specified, Ghost Timothée, old hollywood Timothée, slow burn, very, very long fic.., reader death, Timothée doesn’t know what technology is, hurt/comfort, lover boy Timmy, fluffy angst.

You had recently moved into your new house, an old, southern gothic home from the early ‘20s.

When your friends helped you move, they joked that it was haunted. The rickety house was a bit beat down, chipped paint, leaky faucets and creaky floors galore, but it had good bone structure and charm that you couldn’t pass up.

You enjoyed the aesthetic of the house, and knew the more deserted area it was in would have a positive effect on your writing.

You had been in a slump, your book was 30 pages behind the deadline and your editor was livid. You believed if you were to move away from the loud city, the bustling streets and lit up buildings you could connect with the words and let them flow onto the pages.

It was about a week into settling in, and you were starting to believe your friends. In the dead of the night the floors would creek, and sinks would turn on randomly. When you would write, you felt a cold air touch your neck, and an almost humming sound would whisper in your ears.

You had finally had enough a few nights ago. You were about to lay down for a late sleep, when a loud crash came from the kitchen. You ran quickly to the room, finding a mug your mother had gifted you from your last apartment completely shattered on the floor.

After sweeping up the remaining pieces, you grabbed your laptop, getting to the bottom of this.

You began researching the area and house, and your jaw hung open as you found out the history of your home.

In the late 1930’s, a beautiful star was on the rise. Timothée Chalamet was an actor like no other, he was gorgeous, talented, and had incredible range.

He lived in a gorgeous home, it was in the southern part of the state, off the grid and away from the busy city he desperately needed to get out from.

It seemed as everyone loved him, except the man who took his life.

One night, as Timothée was alone in bedroom, he was shot dead. The shooter was later identified as his costar in his upcoming film.

As you read on, you became increasingly aware that you lived in an old hollywoods stars death bed.

What you weren’t aware of was he knew you lived here too.

Timothée had been alone for all these years, he had felt so alone. He would roam the hallways pacing back and forth for hours before returning back to the bed in which he had died in.

Until you came along.

You were beautiful, and so talented. He loved just standing in the doorway and watching your fingers tap on your weird bright box late at night, he didn’t quite know what it was but he enjoyed reading the words that popped up on it.

Timothée was terrified of letting you see him, so he’d only come into the room late at night, while you were sleeping. He’d softly caress your cheek or pet your hair, watching as your chest moved up and down in your slumber.

You couldn’t sleep, you were too horrified by the idea of sleeping in a deadman’s house, but mostly you were pissed that your real estate agent hadn’t told you about the haunted backstory.

As the late hour rolled around, Timothée had walked into your room, shocked to see you awake. He tipped toed around you too see what was on your light box, as he saw his passing plastered all over it.

His phantom heart sank. Timothée never wanted you to find out about him, he knew you’d be scared and leave him alone once again.

You felt the energy shift, a shiver ran down your spine and you decided enough was enough. You grabbed your phone and began to dial the number of your real estate agent, trying to find out how badly your pockets would be broke if you canceled your contract early.

That was until your phone was flung out of your hands, cracking the screen a bit.

“Hello?! Who’s there!?” You called out with wide eyes, trying to pretend you weren’t terrified in your own home.

A soft whisper rang through your ears, and you felt your heart skip a beat. You knew you weren’t alone.

You ripped a piece of paper off and drew a “yes, no” sign with two pens on top of eachother like the game you learned back in elementary school. This was the only way you knew how to talk to the other side. You sat on the dreaded bed, putting the paper in the middle of the mattress.

A weight shifted on the end of the bed, you knew this was Timothée, he was sitting with you.

“Is there someone here with me?” You asked out, hugging yourself for a sense of security.

Timothée picked up the pen and put it on the “Yes” part of the sign, watching you with tears in his eyes as he watched the utter sense of horror fill you. He was scaring you, something he wanted less than anything in the world.

“Are you the actor who died here back in the ‘30s?” You muttered out, watching as the pen once again went to the “Yes.”

“Are you able to speak to me?” Another question, Timothée swallowed thickly as he began to speak, believing you wouldn’t hear him.

“I’m sorry to scare you mon amour..” A voice softly whispered out.

You jumped, falling off the bed and panting profusely. Timothée was equally shocked, his voice had never been heard before, and was utterly confused by your abilities.

“I can hear you.. I’m going fucking insane. I’m actually insane, oh my God.” You tugged on your skin, pulled on your hair and looked around like a madman, truly believing you were either asleep or finally losing your mind.

“You’re not insane, Dollface. I’m right here.” The voice called out, it had that old hollywood transatlantic accent mixed with a french one, and it had you.. swooning. Impossible, you’re not weak in the knees for a ghost.. right?

Timothée made your way towards you, and sat by you on the ground, “No one has ever heard me before, Mon Cherie. I’m so alone, all I do is roam the hallways and watch you work, I’m overwhelmed with desire when I see you.” His voice filled the room, and you calmed down slowly but surely.

As you guys continued talking, you found yourself relating more and more to him. He was a kind soul, who didn’t deserve anything he had went through. When he talked about his death, you felt water drop on your knee, and you knew he was crying. You comforted him, telling him that he was okay now and how nothing could hurt him anymore.

Throughout the conversations, you found yourself falling harder and harder into a love for him. He was incredibly talented, smart, and insanely witty. You knew if anyone walked in, they’d think you were absolutely mad, but funnily enough, you had never felt so grounded and happy.

“If you were alive when I was, I bet we would’ve been the best of lovers, Sweet Pie. We could’ve rocked Hollywoods world!” Timothée laughed, you chuckled with your head hanging low, you desperately wished it was true. You wished you could’ve loved him back then, maybe he never would’ve met his terrible fate and you could’ve grown old together. You both could’ve lived in this house, and he could’ve reached the level of stardom that he had deserved.

Soon when you lifted your head back up, complete shock struck you as you were now face to face with the man you had been speaking to all night.

He looked straight out of a black and white movie, he had a sharp nose, heavy lashes, perfectly set curls, and soft freckles that kissed his entire face.

You screamed, throwing your hands on your mouth.

“What?! What’s wrong?!” Timothée exclaimed, his eyes were wide and he grabbed your arm.

“I can.. You! I can see you?! I can FEEL you?!” You had explained in complete shock, locking eyes with him, and staring at his large hand on your arm.

Timothée was overjoyed that you could finally be with him, but he quickly feared that you would be scared of him, more than you were before.

“You’re.. beautiful, Timothée.” You said with a sigh, moving closer to him and gently running a thumb across his cheek. “Much more beautiful than the pictures, I didn’t think you could get prettier.” You giggled, bringing him into a tight embrace.

Timothée hadn’t felt a hug in decades, he began to sob, shaking like a leaf as he held you close. “I’ve never wanted anything more than to be seen.” He said through intense tears, and you shushed him quietly, kissing the top of his head and wiping his tears.

“I see you, Angel.” You began to cry with him, and the two of you fell asleep holding each other.

The days went on and you were falling for him more and more, since you could see and feel him now, you did everything together. You taught him what a laptop was, and you showed him new movies and explained how CGI was a part of every film now. He thought it was tacky, and said that hollywood had declined since his time and you laughed with agreement.

It had been about a month since you first met Timothée, and you were head over heels for him. Today was different than the others, because you decided you were going to tell him how you loved him. You cooked the two of you breakfast, and held his hand over the table as you ate with him.

“May I tell you something, dear?” You muttered, rubbing your thumb against his boney knuckles, holding eye contact with him as he had a bit of syrup on the corner of his mouth. He was a complete goof, and you loved him for it, he deserved to know that.

“Of course, darling, what is it?” He asked sweetly, smiling widely.

“I, well, I love you.” You exclaimed, you looked down as you said it, feeling like a fool.

“Oh, Mon Cherie.” Timothée began to cry, he was a very emotional man, and you loved that about him.

He left his seat and picked you up, swinging you around, “I love you more than you know!” His voice cried out.

For the rest of the day, you were clung to his side, you spent the entire afternoon kissing and holding him tightly. You loved him, he loved you and that’s all you needed. When the day had come to a close, you needed a shower. You broke apart from Timothée and left him with a peck on the lips.

You had gotten a towel, and began to undress, jumping into the shower. Everything was normal, you shampooed your hair, hummed songs and went to grab your soap. It fell out of your hands, and with closed eyes you went to grab it, in a terrible accident you slipped on the bar of soap. You screamed and slammed your head on the faucet insanely hard. For a moment you heard Timothée rushing into the room, and the next moment you heard and felt nothing.

You woke up to Timothée crying as he held you close, you were confused as you heard ambulances outside your home and men rushing in your direction. It felt like you were seeing with your eyes closed, and Timothée was whispering comforting nothings into your ears.

It had finally clicked for you, you had passed away due to the hit to your head. You were terrified. You began to scream and cry but your body wasn’t moving, you wanted to yell that you were alive and for them to stop wrapping your body, but Timothée held you down and told you that there was nothing you could do.

Months later your friends and family had a funeral for you, you stayed back, in that southern home.

Every morning you woke up to Timothée in your shared bed, and every night you’d eat dinner, and go to bed with him. You felt at peace, you knew that you and him would be in love forever, and you knew that nothing could tear you apart.

Your souls were intertwined in that home, till the end of time.

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pagodazz · 4 months

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VINVAN HCS!! that NO ONE ASKED FOR!!!

@freezingmcxn

THESE TWO ARE ABSOLUTELY MY EVERYTHING. like. Absolutely top two favorite characters. I know I talk about Vinnie and HABIT quite a bit but I assure you, I love Evan and Vinnie more.

These two are so perfect for each other and they fit so well, like a puzzle piece clicking together.

They're always gonna be together and there for each other in every single universe. in every single life. It's always gonna be them two. They'll always be the last two to remain.

Their souls are just intertwined together, and they'll always find each other.

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While Vinnie was locked up in the apartment, Evan showed up, and he stayed there for a little while. Vinnie says that Evan stayed on the couch, but I know that is absolutely UNTRUE.

I think Vinnie let Evan inside, instantly checking him over for any wounds, more panicked than excited to see his friend. It would only be when Evan grabs his hands and makes him stop, that'd he finally remember to be relieved that it's Evan he's touching.

Evan would pull him into his arms, hugging him tighter than he EVER has before, pushing his face into his neck, breathing him in. Vinnie is the only thing he has left, the only real thing Evan has and he's so fucking thankful for that. Normally he wouldn't cry, but he's just so happy to see that vinnie is okay.

Vinnie would take a minute to hug back, his mind running too slow for it's own good. But once he had his arms around Evan he's squeezing him in his arms like a snake constricting it's prey.

They'd stand there for way too long, but once they pulled apart Evan would point to Vinnies septum piercing, and Vinnie would get embarrassed, because he knows he seems like the last person to get one, if you didn't know him right.

But Evan would just smile at him and tell him it looks good, that he looks good.

Evan would end up taking a hot shower, and probably end up having to wear some of Vinnie's clothes, and Vinnie would make them both dinner with whatever he had left.

Neither of them would bring up anything of the things they've gone through. It's not that they aren't AWARE. it's just that they both know this is going to be the only time they get to pretend that they have normal lives again.

Then after awhile, Vinnie would catch Evan up on everything, and then Vinnie would offer up the bed and Evan would shake his head and say he'd rather not be alone anymore, and Vinnie couldn't agree more. they would lay in bed holding each other, nothing any more than that happening, and Evan would have his head against Vinnie's chest, counting every beat until he falls asleep, meanwhile Vinnie has his hand in Evans hair, thinking about all his secrets that Evan doesn't know.

He could never tell Evan about the things he's done, he doesn't want Evan to stop loving him, he can't risk that. Evan is all he's ever needed.

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Evan is cis(??? honestly his gender is. not binary but it's not exactly. non binary. HES SO WEIRD.) and bisexual.

Vinnie is FTM and gay/maybe also bi... (I get sad about him and Lexi sometimes) (also YES I'm projecting. I'm ALLOWED)

I think that Evan is alot more open and proud of himself than Vinnie is, he's not like obnoxious over his sexuality of course, but he isn't afraid of it.

Vinnie however gets really in his head over it, Probably having alot to do with his religious trauma (every iteration of Vinnie has it), He'll probably wonder if he's "man" enough, but Evan is always very quick to remind him just how "man" he thinks he Vinnie is.

I think that Evan would give Vinnie his T-shots and he would tell Vinnie to stop being a baby about it and Vinnie would just be gripping onto Evans arm until his knuckles turn white. Evan doesn't mind at all, if anything gives him the perfect opportunity to flex his arms so Vinnie can feel his muscles.

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they YEARN for each other. they are a SLOW BURN GUYS!!!!!

It's only when they're left with just each other that they're forced to deal with their feelings for each other.

and I don't even think that they would talk about their feelings, they'd probably get really frustrated with each other, probably over Evan having yet another suicidal plan, and then Vinnie would just grab Evan and kiss him and the dam holding back their years of forgotten love would just immediately break. they wouldn't even have to say I love you, because this was already enough.

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Evan is Vinnie's muse, he's always filming him and making sure he's the center of attention. Even through Vinnie's eyes Evan is this great hero, even when it's not Evan anymore, and it's HABIT. Vinnie still adores that vessel. Vinnie can play pretend.

Vinnie is Evans all. his everything. his only. his life. especially after he loses everything else. He NEEDS Vinnie, Vinnie has always been there, Vinnie has never lied, Vinnie never lead him astray (even tho that's all Vinnie did), Vinnie always took care of Evan, and Evan wants to do the same.

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IM!!! NOT NORMAL!! OVER THEMMMM.

#everymanhybrid #slenderverse #emh #vinny everyman #vinnie everyman #evan myers #vinvan #hcs #my hcs #🐍 ⦻#ethan rants 🐍#Spotify

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spadesolace · 9 months

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polaroid love - 46. friends? (half-written)

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“come on.” minji took lead, acting as a leader as they watched y/n go back inside getting some of her stuff before she heads out for lunch with the rest of newjeans.

“alright.” hanni could only follow, going to the cafeteria of the building, one that is quite similar to schools.

it’s been awhile since they last went out, just the two of them. it felt as if minji is so far away from hanni, the space between them, the awkwardness, it’s not like them to be like this. maybe it's from the practice, but that would be denying the fact that they have been avoiding each other since they knew of the other’s crush. it pained hanni to finally see that y/n was seeing.

i’m losing my best friend.

minji was well aware of the growing distance between her and hanni. it was no surprise that haerin pointed it out the other day, how they no longer see each other as best friends but more so as co-workers. she wonders if their fans noticed, but if y/n did then there’s no denying it.

since when have we lost touch?

they ordered their lunch separately, even with that they didn’t talk about what they would be getting, or what’s happening with their lives. while they ate their lunch, minds buzzing with so many thoughts and questions, realizing how foolish this whole thing is. minji played with her food a bit, before breaking the silence.

“i was not expecting us to fight over someone.”

“it is y/n after all, people easily fall for her charms.”

minji chuckled at hanni’s comment, it was true. y/n has the charms to make anyone fall for her, let alone they fell so easily.

“you really like her, huh.” hanni nodded, putting her chopsticks down as minji slowly ate her food.

“i’ve actually fallen for her.”

“i guess that's where we differ.” minji got caught up in the moment, y/n was her idol, a celebrity crush. the idea of dating her idol got mixed with her true feelings, she admires y/n but not like the way hanni does.

“what do you mean?”

“you love y/n for who she is while i made this image of her because i’m a fan.” it was quiet. hanni is speechless while minji is trying to find her voice to continue her thought.

“i’m sorry. i should have noticed right away.”

“i’m sorry as well, minji. gosh, we fought over a girl.”

the two laughed, minji was letting y/n go, if anyone deserves happiness that would be hanni. it felt nice to have things go back to the way they were, annoying each other and talking about everything and nothing.

“you didn’t???”

“i kissed her.” hanni laughed at minji’s embarrassed state although there was a pang of jealous, she’s just happy to fix her relationship with minji.

“friends?” minji opened her arms for hanni.

“friends.”

they hugged, and at the same time y/n came to check on them. a smile on her face to see the two talking with smiles on their face and continue their lunch.

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rustycopper4use · 9 months

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Could I request for a saiko metori x male reader?

Could male reader be rich and have outstanding looks but a personality of a tsundere? (If you could can you can add that he's popular)

yes! Sorry for the wait, I had some mild burnout then on top of that I had a terrible cold (still recovering hahahahhhahaha-)

Idiots to lovers<3

Saiko Metori x Male Reader

Originally Saiko transferred to PK academy to win the affection of Teruhashi,however, after many failed attempts he came to realize that Teruhashi was smitten over a boring pink haired male.

He of course was bitter over it, but still he stayed. And days pass, against his better judgment he fell head over heels for Y/n L/n.

He wasn’t able to pin point when he fell, I guess from a glance it was obvious why anyone who fall for Y/n. His drop dead gorgeous looks, and all the money in the world to spoil any fool rotten.

He was quite popular among the students, a day wouldn’t pass by when he would get love confessions.

But you seemed rather abrasive towards the attention, you’ve never excepted any of the confessions.

You had this standoff personality, coming off as rude at times. You never really meant to be the way you are, it’s just you never were comfortable with displays of affection, a trait forced upon you.

You ended up poking fun, or teasing as a way to convey closenesses you had for a person.

This of course included Saiko.

You would always be close by to him, it was rare to see you apart funnily enough.

You’d poke fun at his arrogant personality, and tease him for his lack of self awareness. It was a wonder he could stand you.

Each day you would find yourself, growing more attached to him. Despite you twos constant bickering.

Seasons passed or rather repeated, and the class started an ongoing bet, it was to see if you two would shut up and emit your obvious feelings for one an other. It got so popular the staff and teachers were joining in.

There were three different categories for betting.

First was who was going to confess first, majority said you.

Second was when, the most popular answers were: two weeks from now, end of the year, and never.

Final bet was how, that one now was very diverse with its answers. Some being the classic love note, by accident, and all the way to a dramatic life or death event forcing you two to emit you undying love for each other.

Saiko was kept unaware of the morally questionable acts of the class, however Y/n was told about this, some idiot folded to his interrogation.

When you found out of course you were taken aback, were you that obvious. But another idea came to mind.

You pulled one of the students off to the side, and told them to place a bet for you under their name. They questioned the fairness of it all, but you forced them to do it.

Your bet was: You, Tomorrow, and by a note.

The student did your bidding, looks and a bit of hush up money does wonders.

You were going to use this bet to your advantage, you would finally… confess… your… love.. to him…

You began to freak out a very reasonable and normal amount over your brash decision.

What were you going to do! You clearly didn’t think this thoroughly.

You spent the rest of the school day writing draft after draft for your love note. Being a perfectionist with inconsistent motivation was truly a personal hell for you.

After awhile the words all looked the same. You were a prodigy at writing. a praise given by many teachers. And yet here you sit, pathetically struggling with a simple note, it was as if you’ve completely forgotten the skill.

The day ends much to your dismay, and you dragged yourself home, knowing you’re going to need to sacrifice your sleep for this dumb idea.

And in your frustration, you’ve completely avoided Saiko. Too caught up in your misery to notice.

With a sigh, you enter to your house. No one was home, your parents once again failing to notice you of their overseas travel.

You ripped open your bag, and dig through it looking for the crumble piece of paper.

You haphazardly throw the paper on the living room table. You just stare at the paper, with rips, pencil smudged everywhere.

You just leave it there, even looking at it gives you a less than pleasant wave of anxiety.

You grabbed a new sheet of paper out your chaotically organized bag, and start a new one. However you notice your hands, stained with ink, and graphite from the countless letters.

Will this even be worth it?

The thought that has been nagging at the back of your head finally made its ugly return.

You were doubtful of the benefit of doing such a decision.

Does he actually care about you, or does he put up with you because you’re something that amused him doomed to be tossed away when he’s sick of you.

There was no reason for him to waste so much of his time with you if you were just that, it was unreasonable!

Though Saiko wasn’t a perosn of reason.

You were practically pulling yourself apart at the seems.

A gush of air flies past you, you look out and see a window open. Odd given that you don’t remember it being open before. You turn to around and see a fully written note on the table, with the old one nowhere to be seen.

Did you write this?

You look at the letter, and it is your handwriting. And the contents of the letter with nicely written, a little more lovey dovey to your liking but still.

You groan, how could you forget that you finished a letter already, sure you were a bit forgetful, but not to this extent.

But none the less you were grateful it was finished now.

But unknown by you, the letter was written by Saiki! Or rather copied by a rather sickening cheesy rom-com.

He was doing this of course because he was sick and tired of you and Saiko being rather annoying idiots.

There was alternative motives to his assistant, he placed a similar bet that you did not out of free will however since his loveable idiots that leached off him forced him to do so.

Even going as far as adding that if he won, the group would buy him coffee jelly for the rest of the month. And how could he pass up that offer! So he decided to push you along the right path, making sure you don’t back out.

But back to you,

The morning comes, and you are filled with dread. All you do is push his buttons so how could he—

The thought gets muffled.

You got out of bed and went through your usual routine. And left the house, making your way towards PK academy.

You arrived at the front gates of the school, and to your surprise there was a crowd forming infront of the school, waiting in baited breathe.

It wasn’t abnormal that a crazy impossible event arises out of thin air, it’s basically the norm at this point.

But something about this felted off, you couldn’t place your finger on it.

It was almost like they were waiting for you.

You felt uncomfortable with the eyes burning through you, and tried to enter the building but a voice stops you.

“Y/n!”

You turned around and saw Saiko, the crowd starts watching the two, as if it was a some TV show.

“What do you need this time?” You grinned. Trying to hide your nerves.

“I have something I must confess to you!” He confidently spoke.

“Okay, what is it?” You spoke, a little out off by his tone.

“I have fallen in love with you!” He swoons, pulling out an absurdly big bouquet out of nowhere.

“What?” You barely get out the words, staring dumbfounded by his actions.

“I have be in-love with you since I’ve laid my eyes on you! Your looks, your passion. You would be the perfect match for me!” He rants, as the crowd cheered for him.

You choked out a laugh, and before you could stop yourself you go into a laughing fit, the stress building up from the last few hours finally pouring out.

“You idiot!” You run a hand through your hair.

The crowd gasps, clearly not predicting this turn of events.

“Only you would make a big spectacle over this.” You giggled, as Saiko lowered the flowers slightly not sure what to do now.

“I should’ve known you would’ve tried to make a move first! And to think I could’ve beaten you to it!” You snickered, pulling out the nicely sealed love note.

“-Such a shame really, I wanted to take you off guard and romantically sweep you off your feet.”

The crowd is confused trying to make out the meaning of your words.

“Wait, you share the same feelings as me?” Saiko furrowed his brows.

“You’re an idiot.” You grumbled, you grab him harshly by the button up shirt, and pulled him into a kiss.

The crowd erupted in cheers.

You pull back with a sly grin, Saiko out his element of not having control, just absentmindedly puts his hand to his lips. Trying to mesmerize the feeling of your lips.

“Does that answer your question.” You teased, as Saiko slightly nods his head.

“Aw did I break you.” You cooed, now holding his face in your hands.

No answer.

The bell rings much to everyone’s dismay.

Everyone starts shuffling back into the school, some linger willing to risk being late for this moment.

You sighed, before giving him another kiss.

“I’ll see you after school for our date-“

“My little prince.” You began walking away, With a cocky smile on your face.

You enter the building doors, and make a dash for the men’s bathroom. You make a quick check to see if anyone is there with you.

You hide your face in your hands, muffing an embarrass groan. You were burning up, and you could feel your heart beat. You stay in the bathroom, rethinking the ways you could’ve done it better.

With the sappy moment, the story ends.

But Saiki is upset at this, he betted on you growing a pear and confessing. But nooo Saiko just had to do it himself.

Now he has to deal with another lovesick couple and to add insult to injury, he doesn’t get his coffee jelly now because of it.

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sonicasura · 4 months

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Here's another crack idea that popped into my head. Persona 5's Ren Amamiya/Joker being the biological son of Pizza Tower's Peppino Spaghetti.

Is it dumb? Yes. Is it absurdly stupid and insane? Yes. Do I regret this? FUCK NO. Let Joker be half crazy Italian with an even more nutty father who WILL pile drive god if he has to. Also his last name for this shall be Spaghetti, Amamiya being his middle, cause I ain't half assing things.

(Putting a link to Part 2 here and make sure people check the reblogs for this as I added an extra page!)

Peppino is the anxious father that does his best to raise his kid despite the various issues he has to face. Whether it be finding a decent school, make sure there's some money for a little rare treat, or keep Ren's awful mother from breaking shared custody rules. Do not trifle with this man.

Any rat/mouse/raccoon in the restaurant? Those are Ren's pets who eat the insects and scare off the bad customers. (Kid does lemonade stands to buy pet friendly soap alongside basic necessities.) Peppino doesn't question it since they make his son happy and take care of the pests.

Ren absolutely helped around the pizzeria whenever he could. First time Peppino cries is when his kid made his first pizza. The second being a 12 year old Ren getting him a well made chef's hat for a birthday present. (You can say our boy already has Rank 3 proficiency.)

All the Pizza Tower weirdness can be considered normal for Joker as he doesn't exactly come from the Personaverse. (I wholeheartedly believe in Ren being a sheer cryptid, even more after seeing this comic.) His mother just dumped him there during her turn and left Ren in that neighborhood where he comes across Shido. Yes, Peppino absolutely lost it when his precious little Spaghetti didn't come home that night.

He looked everywhere for Ren and the events of Pizza Tower only put a big fat Stop Sign to that for quite awhile. Meanwhile the younger Spaghetti didn't have a fun time adjusting until Persona 5 truly kicked off. He wasn't thrown in a rigged court trial.

Ren just knocked Shido's lights out then fucking outran the cops like his Pops would on a 3rd lap game wise. He finds Leblanc and camps out there for two months. Well until Sojiro barely manages to drag Ren inside as his sanity(heart) couldn't handle this strange homeless teen facing the harsh elements. The kid running like an insane Usain Bolt when startled didn't help too.

Ren is absolutely homesick thus his Persona get to hear it the most. (I'm aware of the sheer irony with a French Persona having an half Italian wielder.) Arséne is very curious to meet Ren's father at some point and cackled upon hearing his charge's antics.

The other Thieves have no clue about how bizarre their leader's origins is. Funnily enough, Haru wholeheartedly believes in Ren's stories despite even Morgana considering it a crazy tall tale. (She got rewarded with a video of an 8 year old Ren having a breakdancing contest against his dad while sentient pizza toppings cheered them on.) The guy doesn't blame his other friends and is instead waiting for the chance to blow their minds like the gremlin he is.

Well Ren can thank Royal's Third Semester cause guess who shows up for the true boss fight?! A wild Peppino at Mach 4 speed about to pile drive his kid's former councilor. Haru is the only person not gawking when Ren's dad drags the unconscious man out before FINALLY being able to hug his kid.

Joker gets an extra gift than just him and his friends being able to keep their Persona. He can now visit everyone with a simple press of his phone. Sojiro and Peppino absolutely butt heads in a mostly friendly father flavored rivalry. (Ren doesn't notice at first as he's too busy showing One Shot Kill Medjed to Gustavo.)

Peppino absolutely fainted when his son drops an entire suitcase with enough money to not only pay off the debt but to even refurbish the diner and still have cash leftover. Maximum money perks can make Mementos a good place to grind. Ren always converted a chunk of his spoils to the appropriate currency so he can help his dad.

Peppino's Pizzeria is a secondary hangout for the Phantom Thieves and absolutely gets subjected to Persona shenanigans. Game Night is for everyone despite the fact Carmen/Milady/Arséne tend to cheat at cards. Peppino takes it as an excuse to do it too.

The older Spaghetti does his best to support his son and his friends. Whether it be making pizza that grant great stat buffs, help in battle if Ren can find a Golden Pizza Cutter whenever traversing a dungeon or offer some simple advice. Peppino will continue to drop kick anyone who gets in the way of that.

And this anxiety driven beat shall play at maximum volume.

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