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minarisplaything · 5 months

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High Rise ft. IVE Wonyoung

Pairing: IVE Wonyoung x Male Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2.4k Tags: Daddy kink, Exhibitionism, Choking A/N: i said i would didn't i? probably the fastest i've made a fic recently which also means please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes you find. might not be my best work but it sure was fun to write o7 Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction/parody

Dating a k-pop idol wasn’t easy. Especially when you were a so-called commoner. There were the obvious reasons, like you had to keep your relationship a secret until they reached their thirties, if you made it that long.And the not-so-obvious reasons; like watching your girlfriend parade around in sexy stage outfits and having to contain your desire to fuck her in them.

Or maybe that was just you.

When your girlfriend was Jang Wonyoung, a hyper-popular It girl – you cringed at even thinking those words aloud – the restrictions were even worse. Like that one time you had wanted to bring her flowers at her group's concert in Seoul and had to be snuck backstage with a bag over your head. Or the time someone had caught the two of you flirting candidly and Wonyoung blurted out that you were her cousin to save face. Embarrassing but somehow also cute when it came from her.

All this was to say it wasn’t easy.

But it certainly wasn’t without its benefits.

“Fuck, that one looks so good, princess,” you praised.

You snapped another photo as Wonyoung posed, biting her bottom lips and giving the camera a smoldering look. She hooked her fingers into her hip-hugging jeans, tugging them slightly as you quickly snapped another series of photos.

Honestly, you were somewhat shocked when Wonyoung told you her idea. It had felt provocative, mature even, and thus far each photo had proved that assumption right. But you rarely, if ever said no to her, even if her motivations were somewhat questionable. In fact, you wondered if this was all your fault.

“You left a like on Yuna-nim’s photo,” Wonyoung had said at the time. Her tone carried an accusatory hint.

“Did I?” you had stammered, trying to play naive. “I was just scrolling my feed and must’ve double tapped.”

“So you follow them?”

“Them?”

“Other girl groups,” Wonyoung clarified.

One thing you had learned about the IVE princess was that while she was sweet as a button on most days, she carried a jealous streak that verged on volatile. Sharing was not in her programming, least of all when it came to you.

You had recognized the trap forming but it had been too late. “Well, I mean, just to keep up. You know you do challenges sometimes and appear on their feeds.”

Her arms crossed over her chest, hip cocked to the side and slight pout was all the answer you needed.

That week you had gone without any physical contact from your girlfriend. Though she made sure to send you the filthiest selfies possible throughout. Which, oddly, worked. Because no matter how much you touched yourself to the photos she sent, it didn’t compare to the real thing.

It had seemed like the incident was over and in the past but as you snapped a few more photos of Wonyoung by the windowsill, you briefly wondered if this stemmed from it as well.

“Are you sure you’re going to post these on Instagram?” you asked, after a particularly racy photo.

“Mhm,” Wonyoung nodded. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. Remember the bathroom?”

“Oh, I remember.”

You also remembered the ones that hadn’t made it to social media and were sent directly to you. But this still felt even more daring than this.

“How many likes do you think this will get?” she asked, coolly, giving the camera a sultry look. An innocent question. At least on the surface. But you remembered her comment one night as you two relaxed together.

“Besides, it’s to promote the sponsor, that’s all. This will get the most engagements,” she added. Her gaze dropped and a small smirk formed on her lips, “In fact, I’d say it’s already working.”

You followed her gaze, looking down to see a rather obvious tent had formed in your sweatpants. You laughed, a flush coloring your cheeks. “Well, shit. Can you blame me?”

“I guess I can’t,” Wonyoung said coolly.

The way she unbuttoned the top button of her jeans, spoke to more mischief however.

“Wony,” you wet your dry lips, “Are we still doing the shoot?”

“Mhm “ she nodded cutely, “Of course.”

She did another pose, pushing the waist of the jeans down to expose the lace underwear she had on underneath.

“You know, I love it up here. It’s perfect,” Wonyoung said. “Don’t you agree?”

“Yeah…” you muttered, more focused on the sight of her exposed abs and smooth skin than her question.

By here she was referring to the penthouse you were using for the photoshoot. Funny enough, she could easily afford a place like this on her own. Though that would only spur on more talk about inequality among the rookie group.

“Being so high up…” she turned her head to look out the window. Your breath caught as you watched delicate fingers slip inside of her jeans. “We can see everything but no one can see us. Even if we were naked against this window they’d never know…”

Now you weren’t the smartest bulb in the room. In fact, sometimes you wondered if it was your self-proclaimed himbo status that Wonyoung liked most about you. But even you could put two and two together. And Wonyoung’s words combined with the side-eyed glance she was giving you were all screaming one thing.

“I could show my naked body to all of Seoul and no one. would. know.”

Her tongue pronounced every syllable while she locked eyes with you. As sweet and kind as Wonyoung could be she had an undeniable minx side to her. You were also fairly certain your girlfriend got off on the power high of being such a desired person but you had never actually confirmed that.

If you were starting to get hard when she pointed it out earlier, you were practically aching now. You tossed your phone onto the couch and made your way over to where Wonyoung was by the window. She let out a delighted squeal as you pushed her up against the glass, kissing her passionately.

Your hands moved against her stomach, feeling her toned abs that were shown off by the outfit she was wearing. Honestly, you should send a bouquet to whatever designer sent this to her to promote. You nipped at Wonyoung's bottom lip, your hands sliding into her unbuttoned pants to squeeze her ass.

"It took you long enough," Wonyoung gasped, mischief gleaming in her eyes. "I thought was going to have to beg you to fuck me."

Your cock twitched, straining painfully against your jeans, "You still could you know."

She must have been in a good mood because the idol looked at you with large eyes, biting on her bottom lip. "Please fuck me against the window, daddy."

Oh.

You see, it had taken some time but you learned that your girlfriend had two modes. The arrogant queen who knew all of Seoul was her playground and made you worship at her feet. Then there was the submissive princess who begged to be pleased until she was satisfied. Often her mood was some mixture of the two but neither one left you unsatisfied.

"If that's what the Princess wants," you growled.

A delighted smile crossed the idol's features followed by another joyful squeal when you spun her around to face the window. Her hands rose, catching herself as she turned her head to look over her shoulder. You could see the aroused flush creeping up her neck and coloring her round cheeks.

"Didn't you say something about showing everyone your tits?" you whispered in her ear.

Not waiting for a response, you pulled her top down, exposing her tits to the cool glass of the window earning a gasp from Wonyoung in response. You pressed further against her, the bulge in your pants pushing against her ass.

"This whole shoot was just to rile me up, wasn't it?" you said, your breath hot against the shell of her ear. Your hands moved quickly to yank the jean pants she was wearing, exposing the white lace panties that she had teased you with a peek of earlier.

"Maybe," Wonyoung mewled, arching her back perfectly.

Your hands hooked into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down to reveal her bare ass to your hungry gaze, "Bullshit. You knew what you were doing."

"Maybe I just wanted to remind you of what's right in front of you," she said.

There it was. That switch up she was capable of. It also confirmed your theory that your girlfriend hadn't exactly forgiven and forgotten about the Instagram incident. Well, there was no time better than now to put the matter to bed. You gripped your cock, slipping it between her legs to get it slick from her dripping sex.

"Oh, I'm well aware of what's in front of me," you started. Slowly you began to slip your thick cock inside of her, inch by inch with each syllable. "The most beautiful." More. "Talented." More. "Gorgeous." More. "Perfect." More. "Princess."

"Fuck!" Wonyoung moaned, her forehead bracing against the window.

"Is the princess feeling full?"

"So, so full…" she cooed.

"And I didn't even get to mention how good a girlfriend you are," you teased.

You could feel her pussy quivering around your length, stretching to accommodate the familiar intrusion of your cock. Wonyoung's hands were splayed against the windows of the high-rise, her ass pushed out and into you. She was on full display and only you were lucky enough to see it.

You could take it slow with steady, languid strokes, gently fucking your girlfriend against the window. But something told you that wasn't what she nor you wanted at that moment. Your fingers flexed around her waist, pulling out your cock until just the tip remained inside of her before thrusting your entire length back inside of her. Wonyoung's body jolted with pleasure as she braced her nude body against the window.

"This is what you wanted isn't it?" Harder. "To know how much you turn me on." Faster. "To see how fucking hard you get me." Deeper. "No one else makes me like this." Repeat.

A mixture of mewls and moans fell from the idol's mouth at your relentless rhythm. Her head fell forward, her cheek pressed up against the glass. Perspiration was starting to form across her flawless skin and you had to resist the urge to lean forward and lick it up. You wanted to prove a point, to fuck Wonyoung to the point of exhaustion for the whole city to see. After that maybe you'd enjoy the little perversions.

"You probably say that to every - fuck - every girl," Wonyoung panted, glancing at you from over her shoulder. "You're probably just waiting to move onto the next idol you're drooling over."

She didn't say it with enough conviction for you to believe she truly felt that way. For starters, while Wonyoung may get jealous, she was not insecure. At least, not enough to ever think another idol was above her. It was more often a toxic possessive kind of jealousy. But nonetheless, in the heat of the moment you'd take the bait.

"Is that what you think?" he said, your breathing growing heavy with your harsh thrust. Conversation wasn't exactly easy at this pace. "Did you miss what I said earlier, huh?"

One hand moved from her waist to slip around Wonyoung's throat. She inhaled sharply, her breath catching in her throat as you squeezed. For a passing second there was no sound save for the repeated slaps of skin against skin as your hips were flush against Wonyoung's ass each time you entered her.

"I only want you," you finally gasp. "Always you."

Rather than another vulgar display to go along with your words, you merely lean over her, capturing her lips in a sideways kiss. It's messy and imperfect but it's also loving and passionate. Your tongues dance together all while your bodies remain intertwined. You can feel Wonyoung pussy quivering around your cock intensely as she moans into your mouth. When you pull back, you look at your girlfriend with a raised eyebrow.

"Did you just cum from that?" you asked.

"S-shut up," Wonyoung retorted. You noticed a bright red hue of embarrassment coloring her cheeks before she hid her face, "Don't stop until you finish inside of me,"

It was always adorable when she continued trying to be dominant after her own orgasm. However, her words had an undeniable effect on you. "If that's what the princess wants."

You returned to the task at hand, focusing your efforts solely on chasing your first release and Wonyoung's second orgasm.

"Daddy," Wonyoung mewled, finding her voice. "I want you to cum, daddy. I want you to cum deep inside my tight pussy.""

You had a sinking suspicion that her words were payback for causing her embarrassing moments earlier. Her attempt at provoking you to blow your load sooner than you had intended to.

Regardless it worked to immediate effect. Your hips jerked, slamming against hers from behind. Your sweat-drenched body pressed flush against Wonyoung, pushing her up against the high-rise window. Your cock twitched, ropes of your sticky seed shooting inside of her womb as her walls convulsed around your length.

Of course the two things that pushed her over the edge would be you saying how you loved her and her revelling the power she had to make you cum on the spot. Truly a representative of her duality.

After a moment had passed and you began to regain your bearings you pressed a kiss to Wonyoung's shoulder.

"That was incredible, Wony," you muttered.

"I know," she said, her form practically radiating. "You weren't bad either."

You let out a chuckle, placing another lazy kiss to her skin, "Maybe we should've included that in the photoshoot."

Wonyoung smiled but didn't immediately respond. After a moment of delay she turned in your arms to look at you.

"Did you mean all those things you said?" she asked.

Her wide eyes looked at you and you reached up to brush aside a strand of sweat soaked hair. There was no hesitation in your response when you answered her.

"Absolutely. And don't you think otherwise for a second."

A smile beamed across the idol's face and she leaned forward, burying her face into your neck. Your arms wrapped around her and quietly you wondered if you weren't the luckiest man in the world.

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#wonyoung smut #ive smut #girl group smut #ive imagines #wonyoung imagines #ive x reader #male reader #wonyoung x male reader

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thephooka · 21 days

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Happy Webcomic Day! My webcomic White Noise is a labor of love--according to Procreate, this page took me 15.5 hours to complete.* Here's a look into that process!

Some other notes:

The thumbnails are done on graph paper and I script while I do them--there is no separate written script for White Noise. I usually spent a couple hours on weekends as needed thumbnailing, sometimes at a coffee shop or at home listening to records.

I then set up the file in Photoshop, so I can lay in the text and use the template I have with bleeds already set up. The text is rasterized and I shuttle the file over to my iPad via Airdrop.

The bulk of the actual work is done in Procreate, which records timelapses that I sometimes share to my Patreon. I usually spend a couple hours most nights after my day job or on the bus commuting doing this.

Once everything art-wise is done, I shuttle the file back over to my desktop to re-set in the text, add a stroke around the speech bubbles (Procreate doesn't have that took fsr) and do the resizing/exporting for web.

On Sunday mornings I get up, queue the page and write the page descriptions. I don't spend any time on the page descriptions outside of that.

Also, this process goes for the whole first arc of White Noise. I'm done with that arc (which means you can binge the whole thing I'm js!!) and am experimenting with some different methods these days, but my workflow is still generally the same.

*Some more talk about the labor (and burnout) involved below the cut:

This particular page (and most of the pages I did in 2023) took a lot longer than normal because I was heading into a burnout period that I'm still lowkey in/recovering from. It's obvious to me now in retrospect watching the timelapse here and seeing how much noodling I'm doing and how much I'm struggling with the process, but at the time I was just very frustrated generally. When I'm not burned tf out pages take maybe 10 hours max.

2023 was a pretty stressful year--lots of big life changes, uncertainty, pet death, health issues--so it's no wonder it propelled me into burnout, but it just goes to show that even the slowest and steadiest pace is not sustainable forever. I've been doing one page a week following this general process for over a decade! And I stuck to that pace because I knew it was one I could maintain. But even so, by the end of this arc I found myself working more and more slowly, not really looking forward to the work, feeling anxious about being behind, unhappy with the finished work, and extremely annoyed with myself for not being able to give it my all right there at the finish line.

I did stop for a while after the epilogue and took a more or less complete break from drawing for about a month--the longest I have EVER gone without drawing, much less working on White Noise--which did help, but these days my ability to work is...inconsistent. I should probably take another total break, but I'm reluctant. What if my passion never comes back? What if people forget about WN? It's already pretty obscure, and with the general social media collapse, it's harder than ever to get people to read my work. Now that I've left Hiveworks, WN doesn't even get the benefit of being linked to other comics (although objectively very, very few readers actually got referred to my comic that way.) And frankly, I'm also just too proud to go too long without comic updates. I've always told myself, I might not be the best artist or the fastest worker or make a popular comic, but I'm consistent. Difficult to let that go.

This is all to say that webcomics are hard. We do them because we love them, we have stories to tell, we are seized with the human compulsion to create. We spend hours of our time, almost always on top of the paying work that allows us to eat, to make something that we then give away for free. It has consequences on us that the reader doesn't often see, no matter how careful we are about it. If you ask me, webcomics deserve to be valued more.

Happy Webcomic Day! Read webcomics!

#webcomics #comics #webcomicday #webcomic day #web comix #indie comics #wn comic #white noise #behind the scenes #art process #comic making #sorry about the vertical video Tumblr would not just let me upload the video file into the post #Youtube

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unpretty · 6 months

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Hello, I have a work question- my job is kind of like yours, with a lot of repetitive tasks that can be scheduled ahead of time. I love the idea of just working through my little checklist everyday, but I struggle with executive dysfunction. Do you ever deal with this?

my deadlines are always short enough that i've always got looming doom keeping my attention on work

in terms of 'i don't even know where to begin with this so i'll just do nothing' dysfunction, making my ridiculously detailed checklists actually helped a lot with this. breaking a task down in the dumbest possible terms, then adding more detail as i do each step, and then going back and fixing my original list to be in Professional Language.

these days if i feel stuck i just pick whatever is on my list that i think i can finish fastest in order to build up momentum, since inertia is my big adhd thing. however i've also gotten better at estimating how long a task will take because i've done it so many times, so i will leave a few small things for the very end of the day so that if i finish everything else i can pretend to be working on the thing that will only take five minutes.

#original #and when all else fails pretend to be working on the website

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spaceyflowerswriting · 1 year

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HII idk if u write for gun ( lookism ) but would it be alright if I request a gun x reader fluff? That’s all! Ty:))

beauty in you (gun park x reader)

details: fluffy drabble, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and gun are coworkers dating

summary: a silly conversation with kouji makes gun realize you've become a very dear part of his life.

a/n: i do <3!! he's one of my faves to write; thanks for requesting!!

inspired by the last prompt on this post 💖

"...Really?"

"What?"

Kouji pointed to the headband Gun was currently wearing, the fluffy cat ears on them being a large contrast to his serious demeanor. "If I asked you to wear that, you would've asked me what color I'd want my coffin to be."

"Hm. Really?" Gun smirked out of amusement when the purple haired highschooler gave his arm a light slap.

"Seriously, I've never seen you make so many exceptions for someone before." Kouji huffed and pointed with a thumb at you, which you didn't notice because you were too busy singing with Crystal. "They've really got you wrapped around their finger."

"Please," scoffed Gun, "Is it so strange I enjoy the company of someone? And it's not as if I don't do these things with Goo, either. Just the other day we were at a karaoke like this one."

"Yeah, but you kinda grumble when you agree! With them you just agree right away."

"Your point?"

Kouji let out a deep sigh. "You know what it is? I think they made you soft, at least towards them."

Soft...? Soft?

Never in a million years would Gun ever describe himself with such a word, nor would he imagine someone else would use it in reference to him. Yet at this moment, he could sort of understand why Kouji would say what he did.

He shook his head anyway, turning his attention back to you, adoring your bright smile that even his sunglasses couldn't protect his eyes from as he said, "They made me appreicate something I've yet to experience, that's all. I see no problem with it."

When Kouji made a gagging sound, Gun turned his head back to see him grimacing. "Am I hallucinating? Gun wearing cat ears and saying the most disgustingly cheesy ass thing I've ever heard?"

Gun just chuckled. "Is now a good time to ask what color you would like your coffin?"

"Man..."

[below is extra characterization stuff i started with but then realized i was just rambling instead of writing a story but i liked it enough to keep it]

When others say that beauty was found in people, Gun could agree, but perhaps not in a way one would usually think. For him, it wasn't the kindness or smiles humanity shared that he found beautiful, but physical talent instead--people so skilled, they were on the tip of almost being non-human.

The most flexible gymnast, the fastest swimmer... and most of all, the strongest human; particularly when it came to fighting. Yes, to Gun, there was just something beautiful about the way one could perfectly move themselves to inflict maximum damage, through technique and knowing the right weak spots. Not to mention, knowing there was hard work put behind to maintain such strength and knowledge made it even more beautiful to him.

Of course, there was also talent in itself that fascinated Gun. Anyone could achieve enough through hard work, but not everyone was born with natural talent.

So... why did he find beauty the "normal" way in you? As far as he knew, you couldn't fight, and all you've done was just be yourself. Your personality achieved some sort of dynamic with him where for once he enjoyed the company of someone in a peaceful way. In fact, he wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life with someone like you. It was a strange feeling, but he was sure of it. Emotions weren't too complicated for someone as straightforward as him, after all.

Nonetheless, perhaps he could argue that your talent was making him smile, and for that, he could appreciate the beauty in you; your talent.

#lookism x reader #gun park x reader #requests #a bit of this was inspired by li bringing up in some tags about how gun might be more fun than we think ^_^ <3 #ALSO SORRY I DIED FOR A FEW DAYS #i was going on about how i could at least publish love letters/text replies but then that ended up being a lot for me bc my schoolweek-#got busy and i wanted to do sumn other than writing to relax/procrastinating 😭😭😭#my semester is ending tho so hopefully that means assignments slow down and i can work on requests in peace 😔

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maddipoof · 11 months

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Honest to god this is the fastest I've ever written anything, so thank you to Ivy (@inkluvs) for writing this, and inspiring whatever this is WC:915, Warnings: Reader is hella stressed and has split ends and picks their skin. No pronouns, and also he washes and does their hair, there wasn't much detail, but I don't want to seem uninclusive to anyone with a different hair type.

The past few weeks had been rough. To put it lightly. Work on top of school, on top of your family, on top of your friends. There was a lot going on.

The one and only highlight of every day was coming home, and letting it all go, just to spend time with your favorite person. Steve.

He was always so caring and gentle with you. Asking what you needed, giving you whatever you asked for, even if it was just some space or time alone. He was perfect.

You were…not at your best. The stress had really been getting to you. The split ends and dryness of your hair getting annoying enough, but with so little time you’ve just thrown it up in a bun every morning and hope no one looks twice. And it was the same with your skin. More than once, Steve has had to use his big voice he learned from Hopper when he catches you picking at your cheeks.

“Hey!” You immediately put your hands up and sat back from the mirror, but still looked at him through it where he stood behind you in your little bathroom. “What’re you doin’? Why don’t you go get a facial or something, let someone else take care of that? Relax maybe?”

“Why would I pay to have someone do what I can do for free?” He walked over and put his hands on your shoulders so you rested your head back against his stomach.

“So it doesn’t get infected and scar.” He put one hand under your chin so he could look at you. Really look at you.

“What?” You were starting to get nervous with the way he was looking over you.

“Hmm.”

“What?”

“Your hair.”

There it was. “Yeah–”

“Not like that, I mean…Come on.” He pulled your vanity stool over to the tub with you still on it/

“Lemme do your hair.”

“You don’t–”

“I want to. I’ve tried the whole ‘letting you have your space and do what you want thing’ but clearly that’s not gonna cut it. Come on.” He put a folded towel over the side of the tub. “The Harrington Salon is back in session.”

He gave you an amazing scalp massage with your favorite shampoo, starting with your little silicone one, then finishing with his fingers. He plopped it dry with the microfiber towel he got you. “Now this.” He held up a small jar.

“Your super secret sauce?”

“Would you stop calling it that?” He combed through your hair first, then worked the mask through. “15 minutes.”

He had you sit back down and turned you towards the little counter with all your sea shells and typical beach-themed bathroom decor instead of the mirror. “Sit up straight,” he asked, then got behind you and pressed his thumbs into your shoulders just right. Maybe this was why he kept “reluctantly” coming with you to get your nails done, maybe it was the selfish reason of getting the massage himself, we may never know.

You made a wonderfully obvious noise of satisfaction, “Right there?” He asked you. “Mhm,” was the best you could respond.

The little kitchen timer he had went off and he brought you back over to the tub. He took the shower head down from its little hook and massaged his fingers into your scalp again as he rinsed it out. “You want the whole shebang?”

You were too blissed out on massages and his closeness and the sweet smells of whatever myriad of hair products he was using on you to overthink how much he was doing for you before you said yes. He sat you up slowly and got another towel so he could dry it off nicely.

He did every step of your routine that’s become far too long to do after every shower with your ever-growing schedule. “Tilt this way…Now that way…Shake it out a little bit…Perfect.” He kissed the top of your head now that you were all dry. “Gorgeous.”

You put your hand on top of his that had found its way back to your shoulder. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for letting me.”

“Thank you for doing it.”

“Thank you for finally giving yourself a break.” Your smile broke just a little bigger with every back and forth and he’d keep going until he got you giggling.

“Thank you for making me take it.”

“Thank you for having such tense shoulders, got a real workout getting out those knots.”

“Thank you for the massage. I almost fell asleep.”

“Good. That was my plan. Now if you’d please?” He stepped to the side and offered his hand to help you up.

“‘Please’ what?”

“Come take a break from whatever you’re working on for the night and come watch The Princess Bride with me.”

“But I–”

“But you can work on it and ruin your whole weekend yourself. I just want to enjoy my first Friday night off in weeks, with the love of my life, relaxing, on our couch. Is that so much to ask?”

You shook your head and stood up with him. He took your hand and led you into the closest thing you could afford to a living room. “Oooh, you said I’m the love of your life.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Stevie’s got a crush.”

“What else did you expect to be?”

#steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington hc #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington blurbs #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington stranger things #dell's fics

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jtficprompt · 8 months

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A Young Outlaw's Guide to Hitching a Ride Home

Prompts for a series of fics I'll likely not get around to ever writing.

Feel free to adopt and adapt, using as little or as much as you like.

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Wonder Woman; Tim Drake; Ferdinand the Kithotaur (title ideas: "Tell an Adult" "Doing what needs to be done")

Batman is on a plane somewhere over the Atlantic. A slow civilian plane, that definitely isn't big enough to fit the BatPlane in the hold.

Which isn't kind of plane Batman takes when he knows Robin is being hunted by the Joker.

Superman looked half dead in the news footage. He was barely walking by the time parasite was arrested.

The Titans seem to be off world. Tim has no idea how to contact the Flash.

That means Wonder Woman. Which means Tim need to get to the Themiscarian Embassy in DC as fast as possible.

(Also featuring: Cooking lessons and discrete child neglect assessment questions with Ferdinand the Kithotaur.)

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Roy Harper (title ideas: "Friends in Low Places" "The Corn Pollen Path" "First Step")

You don't stop shooting up because heroin stops feeling like heroin. You stop shooting up because you find something more important than the next score.

Roy Harper finds that in a seedy bar in eastern Kasnia, when he hears two thugs he recognizes as Joker henchmen talking about "the boss" going bird hunting in Ethopia.

He may be an addict. He may be a has-been. But he was a Titan, and he will be damned if he scrounges for his next score while another Titan falls into that clown's trap.

Even if it kills him. (He tries not to hope too hard that it does).

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Veronica Vreeland; Roxy Rocket (title ideas: "Ronnie & Roxy's Rescue Service" "I'm the Cool Aunt")

"Roxie! Darling! I need a ride! I have to get to Ethopia so I can kill Harley's ex."

Roxie knew Veroinca Vreeland was crazy. She regularly encouraged Harley to kidnap her "for brunch." She dated the Penguin. Voluntarily. Before today, she just didn't know that "crazy" extended to HALO jumps from a rocket plane on a mission to kill the Joker. … Maybe Ozzie has good taste after all.

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Jordan Hill; Barbara Gordon (title ideas: "Someone who's been there before")

"I'm not an idiot, Babs. I've known you and every single member of the Wayne family since we were kids. We don't have time for this. I don't care what you all get up to at night: Jeckko is hunting Jason, and I'll be damned if I let that asshole hurt another kid."

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Garth of Shayaris (title ideas: "Tagging in" "The-Batman's-an-Asshole-Phone-Tree")

"You're telling me that Vic has a program running that goes through the entire internet to sort out if I'm doing 'something weird'."

"I mean, it used to track Dickie-bird. But yeah."

"Because if Dick was doing something weird, it means B was an asshole."

"Obviously. He's still an asshole, right?"

"Yes. And there is a phone tree for this. For when B is an asshole."

"Yes."

"Aren't you supposed to be King of Atlantis right now? Seems like you should have shit to do. Besides following my ass to Ethopia."

"Acting King. And if Arthur can be an asshole and dump all his work on me without asking, I can definitely take a personal day."

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Ra's Al Ghul (title ideas: "Ra's Al Ghul is many things")

"Sir, he has the boy."

"Where is the Detective?"

"He's on his way. But, sir, he won't make it there in time."

"I should never have allied myself with that madman."

Ra's paused and gazed out the window. Talia wondered how may people besides her would recognize regret in her father's face.

"Then I must go in the Detective's stead. Have the hangars ready our fastest plane, then fetch my armor and swords." Her father did not turn from the window as Ubu rushed out to see to his orders. He simply stared out the window until he spoke again.

"Talia. Prepare the pit while I am gone. His father will not thank me for it, but if my folly comes to its worst end I will not deprive my grandson of his brother."

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the-boy-and-the-poison-puppeteer · 15 days

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*Gestures to the area the of the void that swallowed Kieran up* WHAT WAS THAT?! WHERE DID HE GO!?

//Whoa did not expect a villains song and animatic! Good job!

"Oh, that? Kieran is just.... locked away for the time being."

//and THANK YOU DHDHSHSBDGDGHEHEHEEHEHEH

//I've just heard the song like 2 days ago and when I found out it was a rewrite of the original 'This Is The Thanks I Get' I was hyped to see it not only be a decent villain song, but to see it use instrumentals inspired by 'Friends On The Other Side', 'Be Prepared', 'Poor Unfortunate Souls', and 'Hellfire', it made me SUPER happy and made me go BRRRRRRRR in excitement (it's something I do. I'm like a cat)

//Next thing I know, I'm doing an animatic for it with Dokutaro. It just fitted him SO WELL.

//Because he's like "ouch man I did SO MUCH for you be GRATEFUL" when he didn't really do much and just used Kieran, because Dokutaro is a hypocrite like that.

//Like in the beginning he's all "I did so much for you and this is how you treat me?!" Because he's trying to guilt trip Kieran in a way. I've been through that shit myself, it's not fun :(

//Anyways, in the second verse, Dokutaro is trying to appeal to Kieran and be all nice and stuff and is trying to buy his care in a way (it's like when a parent buys their kid what they want so they'll want to stay with them and doesn't actually care for their kid)

//And when Dokutaro is talking about the lies and rumors and such in the 'Be Prepared' part of the song, I imagined him referring to the anons telling Kieran what was going on. And he's calling them lies and such to try and get to Kieran. Like he's saying "don't listen to the anons they just want to hurt you" kinda thing. Dokutaro also tries to guilt trip Kieran again with the whole "you dare be sad about your life? I've had it worse, etc etc".

//So Dokutaro basically thought he won Kieran or whatever but Kieran is like "erm how about no" but that pisses off Dokutaro so he's done trying to appeal to Kieran's wants and just punishes him. But he still doesn't want to kill Kieran, hence the whole "I forgive but not forgot" thing. But Dokutaro is still angry and doesn't want Kieran doing his own thing so now Kieran is alone and Dokutaro has taken complete control.

//Also the animatic took me 2 days of non-stop work, which is probably the fastest I've ever finished an animatic.

//JEEBUS that was a lot of rambling. Uh hope you don't mind I just like talking about my stuff

#toxic consequences au #irl pkmn #irl pokemon #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #rotomblr #rotumblr #dokukieran #pokemon dokutaro #dokutaro #pecharunt #pokemon pecharunt #mind and chains #ooc post #ari rambles

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prettylittlelyres · 4 months

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Hello, friends! You might have seen my brief post last night (technically the last addition to a long self-reblog chain) or you might be one of the people I've been chatting to today, in which case you already know, because I am buzzing, and have not stopped talking about it... but...

Second Violins and Violets book - complete!

I finished the second book in the "Violins and Violets" series (still untitled) last night at 23:35! The total wordcount is 78,250, of which I wrote 18,126 in the second half of December 2023, and 60,124 in the first 30 days of January 2024. It's taken me 48 days to write in all, so this is the fastest I've ever completed a novel.

I've written every single day since Hallowe'en 2023, so now I am taking a rest in order to avoid burnout. It's a little frustrating because I want to pounce on the third book right away, but I know I will have to spend a lot longer recovering from the crash that brings, than one little month. I don't plan to write anything huge in February; I want to put my energy into other pursuits for a bit.

This is by no means a hiatus from writeblr, though. i'm going to go through the first two V&V books that I have drafted, and pick out an excerpt to share each day. I also want to have a go at a little (short! soft and gentle! without pressure!) writing-prompt challenge because it's been a long time since I've taken part in one of those.

Then, in March, all being well, I will pick up work on the third book, and maybe get it done for the end of April (probably doing Camp NaNoWriMo). Alternatively, I might start redrafting the first book in March, and get that done for the end of April, so that I can use May to rest, and June and July to redraft the second book. The best bit is that I don't have to decide yet... and maybe I don't have to decide at all.

I couldn't have achieved this without my friends' encouragement, so thank you all so much. Happy writing, or happy resting, and above all, happy February.

#writeblr #blog #violins and violets #violins and violets series #nanowrimo #amwriting #writer's life #historical fiction #finished project #violins and violets book 2 #violins and violets book 1

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elderflowergin · 7 months

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Twenty Questions

@rosyfingered-moon and @drivingsideways thanks for the tag! :D

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 24

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 170,114, which feels quite unbelievable.

What fandoms do you write for? So far on ao3 it's been for various Kdramas.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

the process of discovery (Extraordinary Attorney Woo) - I am glad this one resonated so well with readers.

buy cars, cut cards (Vincenzo) - this surprised me, because I wrote it the fastest and it's so short.

low in the weeds (Hyena) - my maiden effort!

or an excuse to stay on deck (Glory)

but I linger on, dear (Hyena)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I don't get many and I do try to reply to everyone (except occasionally @haraxvati's because I'm usually a puddle of goo when I'm done reading what she has to say). Someone once said they wanted to get a fic tattooed, which is a pretty amazing compliment!

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

None of my fics have angsty endings, though they traverse some pretty angsty paths.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I don't know how you'd measure "happiest"; all of them involve my faves finding their way to be together.

Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully no.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, with great difficulty. I often end up with something different from what I intended at the start. Most recently with or an excuse to stay on deck, I like to say I wanted I Wanna Be Your Slave by Maneskin and ended up with I Wanna Be With You by Mandy Moore - 'twas ever thus.

I am trying to be more thoughtful and grounded about it these days.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've borrowed characters, but I don't think I've ever written a proper crossover.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I'd love that!

What's your all-time favorite ship?

I can't pick a favourite ship - they're all my messy children and I love them all pretty equally.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

There is a Vincenzo AU fic that I have seen in my mind's eye. It has Hong Cha-young being the agent of her own revenge. I know how it ends, I know how it goes. I know that it will be good. I cannot for the life of me write beyond the 20k words I already have.

I don't want to say I doubt I ever will finish it, because hope springs eternal!

I did post a mini excerpt for the Reborn Rich fandom which would have turned into a Jin Do-jun/Oh Se-hyeon fic (except I gender-swapped Jin Do-jun to be played by Jeon Yeo-been). I'm positive I will never finish that, but I think it would have been a good story.

What are your writing strengths?

I think I land a good one-liner from time to time.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Consistency, pacing, dialogue - I'll steal Pri's answer here and confess that my hope is to improve the more I write.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Many moons ago I wanted to do a fic for the Mani Rathnam movie Chekka Chivantha Vaanam. I considered Tamil dialogue for it between Jyothika and Vijay Sethupathy's characters that I would translate to English. I'm amused by this because so many of Mani Rathnam's characters speak like someone wrote their dialogues first in English and translated them into Tamil.

First fandom you wrote for?

Godfather in 2003 or 2004.

Favorite fic you've written?

I think the fic that has the most of me in it is metadata.

I will always have a soft spot for my Chief of Staff fics, especially this one. I'm not sure I'll have the bandwidth to do something like that again, but I'm proud of how I wrote that one.

tagging @cupofteaandstars @haraxvati @theinfinitedivides if you're interested!

#about writing

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backupherewego · 5 months

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72 HOURS IN BUDAPEST WITH JAMES VOWLES

Date: 2022/7/27 Source: 404 (Sorry)

James Vowles, a key figure on the Formula One race circuit, quite literally breezes through Budapest as the Mercedes-AMG Petronas Formula One Team strives to be named the World Constructors’ Champion for the eighth year in a row. As one of the team members responsible for navigating the road to the top of the podium, however, he does manage to sneak in some local sights and a decadent dinner at The Ritz-Carlton, Budapest. Read on to discover his secrets to race-day success and learn about the culinary competition on this year's itinerary.

WHAT IS YOUR MOST MEMORABLE MOMENT AT THE HUNGARIAN GRAND PRIX?

“Mine actually stems back to 2006 [when I was working with Honda]. We'd had some successful races and been on the podium a few times, but we hadn't won anything up to that point. Budapest is a track that is very difficult to master. I know it looks simple because it's small and there aren’t that many corners, but it's incredibly difficult to get right for the drivers and engineers. You also have rain that comes in and out. 2006 was my first-ever win as an engineer, as well as the team's first win. It's something that means a huge amount to me because we had to fight for it. It wasn't given to us on a plate. We really had to make the right decisions at the right time. A number of cars had a number of incidents, and we came through the field and did the right thing, so Budapest rests strongly in my mind as a result of that.

The second was with Mercedes in 2013, which was Lewis Hamilton’s first year with us. It was at that point we realized how special he was in Budapest. We didn't have the fastest car—Red Bull was by far the leader that year—yet Lewis was able to win that race fair and square. He did it because [Budapest] is just where he feels comfortable. It's a track he loves, so it holds a strong place in my heart because of that.”

"So often in life, you celebrate on your little podium and then bam, you're straight onto the next thing ... Whether the result is good or bad, we always pull together as a team."

DO YOU HAVE ANY PRE-RACE RITUALS?

“I do. I have to have socks for the current year. For example, the Tommy Hilfiger socks [that are part of the official Mercedes-AMG Petronas Formula One Team 2021 uniform], they have to be of that year. They have to be Tommy and they can't be anything different, which I know sounds strange, but that's me!

I also always go out to the pit wall with my water bottle, take it back, empty some water out and put in a Berocca, which is a vitamin pill. It’s something I've always done and always will do. Then, I'll go to the grid. There's a specific time when I set my IWC watch to the exact time of the day. It's just something I've always done to make sure that everything is in sequence. These are odd things to be admitting, but I always make sure I walk through the same side of the garage. Normally, it's Valtteri Bottas’ side, but I don't mix and match. They're all strange things I do out of habit, but they've worked!”

WHAT FUELS YOU ON RACE DAY?

“I'm really particular on what goes into my body. I’m generally on the pit wall for qualifying and the race, which is about two hours. You have to hydrate to the right level. If you over-hydrate, you're just desperate to go to the loo in the middle of the race, which is the most distracting feeling in the world! So, step one is actually controlled hydration throughout the day. Step two is I always have a banana and an apple straight after qualifying and the race. There is a tremendous amount of adrenaline that goes through your body and you have to put food in to absorb it to a certain extent.”

DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE WAY TO CELEBRATE POST-RACE IF YOU WIN?

"The trackside team that you see at every race spends more time together than they do with their respective families. We use celebratory occasions to pull together as a team, to strengthen the team, and to create a bond. After Silverstone, we all went across to the motorhome, every single engineer, and we took five minutes to breathe, relax, and enjoy the moment. So often in life, you celebrate on your little podium and then bam, you're straight onto the next thing ... Whether the result is good or bad, we always pull together as a team.”

WHAT DO YOU LOVE MOST ABOUT VISITING BUDAPEST?

“There are two things that not just myself, but a number of us like. First, there is a dedicated running track along the Danube. Then, you can run around Margaret Island in the middle of it. Everyone is there exercising, which I love because you miss that in a lot of other city centers. The second is that there are literally hundreds of restaurants that I would recommend, be it in the old town or the city center. I've never really had a bad meal in Budapest.”

ARE THERE ANY MUST-SEE SIGHTS?

“You can’t go wrong cycling or driving from the city center [where The Ritz-Carlton, Budapest is located] to Heroes’ Square. You’ll see some of the most incredible parliamentary buildings and hotels along the way.”

IF YOU HAD ONE DAY OFF IN BUDAPEST, WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

“I'd go to the water park. I've never been there, but it looks amazing! I often find myself sitting outside in 34°C [93°F] heat looking up at the hills and all you see is people amusing themselves in splashing water.”

WHAT IS THE BEST MEAL YOU' VE EVER HAD IN BUDAPEST?

“The best meal would be the one that I had with The Ritz-Carlton. I was fortunate enough to be invited to a dinner that they hosted and you can't really compare—it’s just the highest level of quality that you could possibly have. After that, there's a steak restaurant called La Pampa. It's covered in cowhide and it’s truly amazing as well. You get the choice of either Hungarian, Argentinian, or U.S. beef. For what it's worth, the Hungarian beef is my favorite. I’ve been there enough times that I've tried everything! I also had dinner on a boat while sailing up and down the Danube, which was quite a unique experience. Nothing, however, tops a chef looking after you for the night at The Ritz-Carlton, Budapest.”

IS THERE A TRADITIONAL HUNGARIAN DISH OR BEVERAGE THAT YOU’D LIKE TO TRY?

“There are a lot of Hungarian dishes, goulash being the most well-known, but I haven't really tried any of them in depth. I find that the cuisine in Budapest is quite international. I've had curries there—our team has a fascination with curries. This year, there's an engineer's curry-off that's going to take place in Hungary. If things go wrong, we’ve got a few weeks to recover in August!”

#interview #james vowles

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starygalaxy784 · 25 days

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done!

that was the fastest I've ever finished a drawing! I'm kinda proud,now just so you know,it is based off an older but not crazy old movie called tremors,I haven't watched all of them,but!I adore them and to date they are my favorite,I also have still been learning,I grew up doodling with pencils so finding my love of digital art is wonderful but harder to learn how everything works so it was quickly thrown together,and I didn't bother to share much but this is just kinda the demo since I don't have an actual set design yet,I was just bored,enjoy!

The pic in the corner is the thing it is based on,he is just a silly little guy,and all you need to know about him is just looking up the movies lol,other then that he is clingy because idk I just want him to be,he has no eyes and can't see but likes funny eyes glued on and draws a smile,will change if he is mad,is alway,and I mean ALWAYS dirty,and can hear and feel throw things,it makes more sense when you've seen the movies sorry,if it helps I could try to link some YouTube stuff later,sorry for rambling have a wonderful day or night where you are,your loved,bye!

#welcome home #welcome home au #wally darling au #my wally au #Tremors #Favorite movie #wallydarling #Have a lovely day

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thevampsworld96 · 1 year

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You Won't Find Anothet Like Me - BWS

Hey, everyone. I hope you are all well. I've been working on this one for weeks, trying to make it perfect and spine chilling to readm I enjoyed reading it back while I was proofreading it all. Hioe, you enjoy. Please stay safe, take care, and thank you.

The thar is used to help you feel the emotions of the fanfic.

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Never in your life you imagined yourself bringing in position I middle of a park, having your body pinned against the cold, dusty brick wall. You thought it was all a dream a nightmare more like but in the most pleasureable way. Just imagine an invisible force grabbing you and forcely smashing your body against the wall. It was not able to control it as it was doing all the movements for you.

A few months earlier, you decided to shart another chapter in your life, and that was to move out into the city. It has always been a dream of yours, and after weeks of searching, weeks and talking to agencies you have finally found the perfect job at a bar which was called "DUSK" you invited for an interview and on the same day you got the keys to the flat everything started to look brighter for you and yoi couldn't be happier. You really wanted an adventure. Something so new to venture out to it was exciting but nerve-wracking at the same time.

Moving away waw the most difficult, but you knew that it had to be done. It was your dream, and everyone who truly cared about you they just couldn't be happier. They even threw you a going away party, which you knew nothing about.

On your last day of your current job, you received a mysterious text message from your sister, who you close to she looked up to you as you the oldest and it meat she will be the child at home.

On your way home, you received a threatening text from your begging to come. You took the fastest route home, only find a huge party with all the people who truly care about you. Mostly, it was your family, the people who have watched you grow up the years in to the woman that you are today. It was a great party which lasted until 3 am but you loved it and you know how much you were loved by people.

Once moved in, everything fell into place perfectly. Your first day on the job went perfectly. You made friends with everyone. Your manager was the best. He was friendly, easygoing, and a true gentleman. He was the type that respected all his staff, but he made things fair. He made you feel you were a part of his small working family as he was single and lived on his own he was happy to live a life like that.

You made friends easily with your colleagues, and you began to be liked by people who lived locally. They would always tip you on your service, and if there ever was a problem, you would always find a way to fix it all without getting the manager involved. You worked great on your feet, and you were always able to fix things without a problem what so ever.

One morning, you checked the roater for your shifts for the week, and they were all evening shifts that you actually preferred. It meant you be well rested and ready for work. Without yawning, you would be fully alert, which gave you good tips from customers, but that wasn't the reason why you did it.

You loved this job more than anything, and the people meant a lot to you they became your family in a way, and making them happy was your main priority.

After working for 6 hours straight, you decided to take your break it got too much for you, so you went out for a bit of air.

"Hey John, I'm going for my break, I'll be at the back," you say to him. He then looked over your shoulder and gave you a friendly smile on your face.

"Sure, go for it. You have 30 minutes, ok Y/N, " he says, giving you a thumbs up. You then give him a smile back to him.

You made your outside it was dark and cold but you needed some fresh air as it was getting very busy and too much for you. You needed that mental break only to find yourself in this moment.

A few moments in to break, you found yourself pinned to a wall in a dark alleyway it wasn't even an alleyway, more like a passage to the hidden staff car park. You would always come here with a small bottle of bear in your hand, just a small beverage to keep you hydrated throughout the night, although you preferred water.

Your body was pinned to the wall, which was cold, but that didn't bother you, not one bit. The fear was there, but the lust took over. You loved the feeling that was vibrating around your whole body. You couldn't scream if you wanted to. You were hypnotised by his touch, which was cold but gentle at first but then rough. His hands never left your body.

He placed hands he's under your red glittery dress, feeling your warm body, hus hands slowly gliding down to the entrance of your pussy. He enters with one finger, second later another followed by another. You moaned, constantly feeling the pleasure of building up inside of you.

Your moans were music to his as he continued leaving kisses on your body. While his hands touched all the great spots that were touching, you loved it, but who was this person, and why was he making you feel this good no man has ever made you feel this way.

Moments after he's teeth were in your skin, blood started to gush out like a burst water pipe. The pain was there ripping and shredding through your flesh you moaned once more.

"Oh my god," you moaned quietly even though you wanted to scream it from the top of your lungs.

Both of you slowly drowned to the ground as you felt his weight slowly taking you down. You had no strength left in you. Your arms were dead, and weighed your legs. However, we were dead too, but every touch you somehow managed to keep you on your feet.

The straps from your dress fell on to shoulder blood and were now rolling down to your chest. Some were on dress, but it was barely noticed as you were wearing read.

"You taste amazing, beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that? " He says to you in a low tone.

His hands still glide down slowly up and down your body. Your blood dripping from his hunger filled lips.

"What are you please? I need to know, " you said to him, panting rapidly as the whole body was sweating uncontrollably.

He looked into your eyes, blood dripping down his soft lips, dark brown eyes looking deep into yours, still seeing the lust and the hunger in his eyes.

You managed to ask him. Your voice broke down as you had no strength.

He gently pulled your body close to his and gently caressed your face, and then he cupped your face again. You gently moaned once more and listened to what he had to say.

"You know when the time is right beautiful, I'm not done with you yet, baby girl, you won't find another like me"

He gently whispered in your ears. He looked deep into your eyes, and you did the same both of your eyes locked on to each other. You were able to see the lust he had in his eyes even though your vision was very blured, but you were able to see his beautiful, sharp features and his charming smile that you didn't want to forget about that as you found it hot as hell.

"Just do one thing for me. Remember my name, it's Brad. I have a feeling I'd be seeing you again, beautiful. As I have said before, the taste of you will never leave my lips, so I will back"

He quietly whispers in your ear, then gently kisses your forehead with a blink of eyes he had vanished, leaving you alone in the dark alleyway panting heavily, looking like a mess, still in shock.

"What on earth just happened? Did I dream that no, no, it didn't feel like a dream he was definitely here. Am I going insane?"

You had many questions rushing through your head. You were unable to forget his touch all over the body, which was exposed. The dress you had on was half covering your body and half of it exposing your clean and clear shoulders.

You started to cast your mind back thinking about those teeth, no, they were not teeth, they were fangs, definitely fangs you thought to yourself.

"(Y/N) Hey, wake up dolly daydream come on, I'm sorry to say but break is over love come om"

Your namager said from behind you. I'm not realising you were half naked.

"I'll be there in a few John just need to sort myself out"

You replied, still flabbergasted after what you have, just whiteness. You fixed yourself up in the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror, noticing the mark of fangs on your neck were there you needed to hide otherwise people were going to keep asking questions how it all happened and thinking all sorts.

"Oh my God"

You quietly thought to yourself. Eventually, you pulled yourself together and made your back to the bar to attend to the customers who patiently waited to be served. You saw him again sitting on a table on you only he winked at you and then smiled...

#brad simpson #brad simpson imagine #the vamps imagine #bradley simpson #bradley simpson imagine #the vamps #brad simpson x reader #bradley will simpson

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(character-wise) joel and gem are such an interesting duo/couple like. on their own, no outside forces acting on them, they remain separate entities. interacting occasionally. but i feel like an outside stressor force could make them fast and strong allies.

we kind of saw this with the start of real life smp, with gem and joel kind of falling together bc she didn't do third life and joel didn't have allies in third life, and everyone else kind of just stuck with their original team-ups. and it's very interesting to think about how when joel was with her he like. he was very vulnerable just bc of how sick he was and she saw it and adapted immediately. he told her as soon as he realized he had a fear of heights and she, as far as i remember, didn't bring it up or tease about it again. and then when they separate he goes to jimmy's team. safe person.

in a stressful situation (i'm talking like. disaster level here. apocalypse.) joel falls into bad habits of pushing people away and acting above it all, and gem will not let him get away with that. she knows joels façade is a façade, and he knows that she knows this. she is also smart enough to know that confronting him about it in front of anyone other than maybe lizzie or jimmy is the fastest way to get burned by him being a bitch.

he's a very... nervous person. his defense mannerisms are like a cornered animal's, and he gets that way very easily. but once you understand that what you're dealing with is a cornered animal, you know how to approach the situation. so this is the first barrier to fall in their relationship.

and gem deflects like a goddamn mirror. it makes the second barrier of their relationship to fall, and it takes a long time to get there. because when you bring up how she's been working for days straight, she will look at you with perfectly done hair and a smile on her face and say "thanks for caring about me, i'm all good though! but i noticed you were struggling with terraforming this bit, can i help?" and almost make you believe that maybe her biology just works differently and she doesn't need sleep or rest. but she does.

and only people that are particularly stubborn (pearl, grian, and now joel) will ever be able to get her to do anything close to the resting part of self-care.

sorry this is kind of just a whole bunch of nothing other than comments about patterns i've noticed but yeah.

#smallishtay #.txt #shipping #if you squint

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orchidyoonkook · 7 months

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Hi, need to scream. Tumblr seems to listen best. can and please feel free to ignore.

okay so essentially my job has removed all of the things I use and need in order to be able to do my job with my mental disorder. my mental DISABILTY. that i was honest with them and told them about at my freaking trial shift. that i told them i needed certain things in order to do well. nothing drastic. but things that helped me significantly with my performace.

SOOOOOOOOO i am now severely struggling at my job because they've taken those away cuz they were 'annoying' or 'in the way' or 'clutter'. like. im not even leaving shit every where. It's like, maybe at most 3 sticky notes? (for example) and they're written just for me, like just so i can have a list of things i can do and know to go back and look on when i need a task because ive finished the one i was doing. but then my boss reads them and critiques them as if they're for everyone. or says 'okay yeah but we do that every day so i dont see why you have to write it down. you should know to do it by now' LIKE BRO. I forget to put deodorant on some days because of said mental disability. it's something i do and have done every day since i was 12 or 13. thats 12 years. and i still forget some days just cuz my brain wasn't working properly.

AND now due to this they have put me, one of the staff currently with more seniority than 3 other staff, down to one shift a week, while every one else is full time or heavily part time.

In march i was full time and kicking ass, I was the fastest employee on my tasks, i was doing great, the customers loved me and now that all of my things that i need in order to function have been removed for everyone else's aesthetic preferences, I'm suffering, and most likely being silently fired.

like... what do i do with that. I can do my job, with my accomadations - that arent that many btw - i dont expect them to move mountains for me. But dude. I hate this feeling so much because i'm capable, theyve seen me be capable. i was for 1.5 years. like i want to be good at my job. I like and enjoy being good at my job. i've told them that. I want to do good but my ability to be good is being derailed, and i just get told to try harder, just work harder, impress your boss with how hard you work -> for minimum wage, i might add.

and everyone is like "just get a new job, just apply for more jobs you're not applying for enough, literally just apply for everything, even if youre not qualified" and i cant just do that, due to said disability. there are jobs i am unable to do. so i have to be a lil picky otherwise i'll be right back where i am now. and ive been looking for months and applying for months with no luck - no one ever responds. why list jobs if you dont respond?????

it's getting to the point where im debating opening up drawing commissions or writing commissions, or something that i can make to earn a little extra cash here and there while i get over this transition period. And that's a big deal for me because i don't do commissions. I do my art for myself or for when i want to share something i've made already, like the UTWT books. Hell, I did a tattoo design for a friend on here that i put easily 40 hours into, and i felt guilty that they wanted to pay me for it because i'd asked them for the idea. Like, i don't do commissions. so for me to be considering it is really telling for me.

anyways. this is a bajillion words long now, but i already feel better. and I'm posting it in the middle of the night in hopes that the void just consumes it and never lets it see the light of day.

If you read this, thanks and sorry for the bummer of a post. This isnt a pity party or a poor yoon thing. I'm not looking for comfort or any of that. this is a 'i don't have a therapist and my friends and partner and family are sick of hearing me bitch, when i havent been able to fix it in months despite trying my best too' thing. so yeah..

i hope the new year brings me something good.

#i just needed to get that out #dont mind my screaming #literaly ignore it its just me bitching about my job for the millionth time #im not even doing organizing tags so itll vanish into the interweb

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