#actually to be fair being a teen in high school IS thinking that this guy a grade younger than you is basically a fresh-faced child | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

inkribbon796 · 7 months

Text

Egotober 2023 Day 5: Roses are Red, Violets are Blue

Summary: . . . Florida Teen Arrested for Putting Humans in Jars at Florida Zoo

Prompt: Jar

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Bing liked humans, they were fun. Some were less fun than others, but on average he liked them.

And in Gainesville he saw all kinds of interesting and fun people. He liked going to school fairs and the schools definitely liked having an actual sentient AI talking to their budding STEM students. He had the names of hundreds and even thousands of budding scientists.

His names.

Bing wanted to see what they would become, what they would do.

One of his names however was causing problems in the city. And Bing only knew that cause this human child, a teenager really, was using something he had given to every name he kept tabs on. A little pin with a minute amount of dead nanites. Unusable, but noticeable.

A little budding eco-terrorist, and a dangerous one. Most of the time, his names resorted to firecrackers or at the most dangerous a pipe bomb.

This one was more dangerous, this one was causing civic engineering damage. They were smart, not just in what they were doing, but in being smart enough not to get caught.

And Google was starting to get interested. He refused to tell Bing why he was so intent on finding this person.

Fourteen hours after he’d called the Egoton branch for help, he got a call.

“Bing, what’s up?” Silver called.

“Finally,” Bing said. “Finished putting out fires?”

There was silence for a bit. “No. We’re fighting Irish and American immigration to get Marvin over here. Fuck Dark, and fuck no one here being able to read aura. What’s the problem? An eco-terrorist?”

“Yeah, one of Gainesville’s brightest is turning to crime to push back against a couple things in the city. And they’re smart enough not to get caught. We’ve been trying to catch this kid for four months.”

“How old is this person supposed to be?” Silver asked.

“Seventeen,” Bing said. “We think. They’re at least in high school.”

“Too young,” Silver said. “Between them and the guy that keeps trying to solve crime over here we might be dealing with a miniature league.”

“Don’t have to, dude,” Bing said.

“What does that mean?” Silver's tone sounded dangerous.

“Google’s interested in them, not Dark, Googs is hella interested.” Bing’s mind was already made up.

“We can’t have children fighting super villains, they’ll die. I’d rather fight against them than have them up against Dark. I lost Iblis, I will not lose anyone else.”

“Iblis wasn’t killed by a villain,” Bing said.

“I’m not arguing this with you. Dark travels down there to talk with some snake kingpin almost monthly. And he can be down there in minutes. I take either nine or three hours depending on where the fuck Egoton is because I sure don’t know where I am right now.”

“I can’t let Google have this kid, I can’t,” Bing said and hung up. Silver tried to call him back but Bing didn’t pick up.

Bing kept ignoring him as he broke apart into nanites and jumped from electrical outlet to outlet until he got to the nearby zoo where the latest situation was.

The eco-terrorist was in the zoo, terrorizing some of the patrons in, what felt like to Bing, the funniest way possible. Three patrons trapped under what looked like giant glass jars, ranting at them.

It was as adorable as it was dangerous. A seventeen-year-old in blue and black biker gear. It was almost enough to make Bing forget about how much damage they’d done.

“How do you like it when something throws things at you?” The teenage future-supervillain told a woman whose jar he was standing on top of. They sounded male-leaning but Bing had been corrected enough times.

“Well,” Bing said as he leaned against one of the jars where a young man was inside of it. Smiling. “Should I make the joke, dude? Or are you going to traumatize these people in a whole new way?”

The teenager almost startled and climbed off it before they could fall off of it. “Bing. You’re early.”

And they landed directly into Bing’s nanites. Nanites surged around them to bind the teen where they stood. Making it look like the top half of a jar.

“Nah, I was going to get you eventually, kid.” Bing said as he took the time to free the civilians and send them off.

Only one of the trapped people tried to beat up the tied and bound teenager.

Bing easily snagged him by the arm and threw him back. “Nah, big guy. You don’t need to pretend to be a man by beating up a tied up teenager.”

And for good measure, Bing audibly and visibly took a picture of his face. That got the guy to run off.

Leaving Bing with the “junior supervillain” on the mostly empty path. “Hey there.”

“I have a right to remain silent and I have a right to a lawyer.” The young villain said.

Bing used his nanites to unclip the kid’s motorcycle helmet. “You sure do.”

“Hey!” The teen said, trying to twist away. But the helmet came off and there was a perfectly normal teenage face.

Bing didn’t even need to start scanning his face. The android knew exactly who this was.

Logan E. Naraj. Honors high school student, and valedictorian at Buchholz High School. He/Him. The most promising of Bing’s names. Perhaps the single smartest student in the entire area, let alone in Gainesville. Maybe in the entire state, even. Not just in grades, Logan was devastatingly intelligent, and his eco-terrorist actions were proving it.

“I knew it had to be you,” Bing said. “You’re one of the only people smart enough to be doing half the stuff you’ve been doing.”

That seemed to disarm Logan a little bit, clearly not expecting a compliment. But he didn’t say anything in kind.

Bing stuck the helmet to Logan’s chest with nanites. Then Bing started taking Logan out of the zoo.

Police met with Bing about halfway towards the entrance. He was placed under arrest, and placed in the back of a cop car. Where Bing followed them closely to the station.

They got Logan into a little holding room, Bing not letting the kid out of his sight. It was only a matter of time before Google tried to sweep in. Bing couldn’t even guess what Google wanted with an actual human, but Logan had yet to actually kill anybody. If Google got involved he would quickly start.

They were waiting for a state lawyer and CPS to come in for Logan. So all they could do, since Logan refused to cooperate, was wait.

One of the investigators came over to Bing.

“Your friend come for him yet?” The officer said.

“No, but that’s probably because the dude knows I’m here,” Bing shrugged.

“Do you know what he wants yet?” The officer was shifting around but Bing didn’t pull up a camera to see it. He just shook his head and they were quiet for a good minute.

Then the officer clearly felt like silence was a bad idea.

“Logan Naraj, glad to finally have a name for what might be a two-year stint in juvie,” the officer said as Logan sat on the couch, Bing refusing to take his eye off him. So the second camera had to come up.

“And not the first Naraj we’ve had in the system, probably won’t be the last time either.” The office was giving Logan a scoffing, dismissive look.

“Why?” Bing asked.

“His older brother is currently serving a five year sentence at Florida Corrections, assault with a deadly weapon. He was sentenced last year. No parents, no surprise really.”

“Hmm, don’t think you should be making comments like that about a kid smart enough to make death rays.” Bing’s synthetic heart gave out a little bit.

The officer didn’t seem convinced but Bing didn’t care, he only had to convince Silver. And Bing was trying to cover every argument Silver had. He needed to keep this kid out of trouble, eternally bench him, and keep him in school.

He was already sending out a couple of emails as he’d been taking Logan to the station. And as he was looking at Logan and hearing this human bad talk him, he got a response from the only person besides Silver that he needed permission from.

“He’s going to be my apprentice,” Bing said.

“Why?” The investigator said.

“Look, either I take him for the Coalition, and he does community service for us, or Google takes him and he builds weapons for Dark and the League. Choose.”

“You said that just Google was interested in him,” the officer said.

“Yeah, and Google works for Dark, if Googs has anything, Dark has it,” Bing said. “And I don’t know if you know what happens in Egoton but Wilford doesn’t stay in jail, now does he?”

Bing waited to go in when the CPS rep and the lawyer had finally gotten in. He let them go in and talk to Logan before Bing walked in without the cops.

He grabbed a chair and turned it so he could lean his arms on the top of the backrest.

“Hey,” Bing smiled. Before the lawyer could make a noise, Bing kept talking. “You don’t have to say a word. You’re probably going back home after this. I just wanted to cut to the point where we make a deal, not waste your time.”

“He doesn’t have to take any kind of deal,” the lawyer said.

“Oh, I know,” Bing said, still smiling. “In fact, I hope he sleeps on it. Decisions need time to make them wisely, and I know Logan here is a smart kid.”

The lawyer glanced at Logan, and Bing let them remind Logan not to say a thing.

Bing pulled out a little card with the Coalition insignia on it and Bing’s contact information. “I want you to personally become my apprentice with the Coalition.”

“You can’t be serious,” The CPS rep said.

“Oh, buddy, I’m very serious,” Bing said. He looked at Logan. “I know Googs has been contacting you, and I know because he was gloating about it. And I don’t want Google anywhere near you, dude. I don’t want Dark near you because anything Google has, belongs to Dark. Dark doesn’t care about anything but himself, that’s just a fact.”

Logan didn’t say anything, but his standoffishness didn’t seem as cold. Which was good.

“So we’re gonna take you home, you’re gonna think on this, and then if you want you call me. And we can start some balls rolling. Get you some more equipment. Have you not go to jail for almost destroying the bridge? Think of it as cutting around juvie and skipping right to community service?”

Logan stayed quiet but Bing could see the gears turning.

Bing smiled and walked out, leaving Logan with the humans, and a smile on Bing’s face.

The police were pissed, no surprise. They’d caught Logan but were unable to arrest him on the spot.

Bing watched CPS take Logan home, where he basically was by himself, and was given instructions not to contact Bing or Google.

The kid didn’t last the night.

Bing stood on his apartment step, to be polite, and waited as Logan answered the door.

“I’m not saying yes,” Logan said as Bing walked in.

“Well, this sure ain’t a no, dude,” Bing smiled as he looked around and basically placed a tracking marker in the place so he could quickly come and go from the place.

“Hey, you like Wendy’s, kid?” Bing said.

The kid just glared at him. “I’m vegetarian.”

“Neat, cool,” Bing smiled at him. “I’ll order something else.”

“You don’t eat human food,” Logan said.

“I mean, I can, but we’ll be talking about this for a while and you’ve been out all night,” Bing said as he sat backwards on a rickety kitchen chair. Leaving the slightly comfier armchair for Logan.

“I’m just allowed to join the Coalition?” Logan asked.

Bing gave Logan a huge smile. “I’m in charge of the South Branch of the Coalition, only Silver and Jackie have any extra say on stuff. I got Jackie’s approval a couple hours ago, and I can convince Silver. Don’t worry. The only thing you’ve got to worry about, little man, is staying in school, and staying out of trouble.”

“You’ve promised change,” Logan said.

“There are a lot of things wrong in this city, and with the country, Lo, you’re taking on the small fry. Normal people. I want bigger, dude. I want to take on people like Dark, people who are stagnating the city.” Bing said as he tried not to lean forward in the chair and break it.

“If I joined, what would I be doing day-to-day?” Logan asked.

“Investigative work, maybe researching various magical and no-magical artifacts, you’ll be in school a lot of the time, there’s no getting around that.” Bing said.

“Okay, if it’s between you and Dark, I guess I don’t have a choice,” Logan said.

Bing stood up and clapped his hands. “Alrighty, then, dude.”

Out of his arm he pulled out something that looked more like a watch then the rest of the Coalition communicators. “To our newest hero. Welcome to the party, my man.”

“Logic,” Logan said.

“That your name?” Bing asked.

“Yes, if I could pick one it would be: Logic,” Logan said.

“Perfect, my dude,” Bing said.

“Where do you stay, or are you allowed to tell me?” Logan asked.

“Hey, I live anywhere with good bandwidth,” Bing said, shrugging. “You need me anywhere, anytime, and I got you.”

“Noted,” Logan said, trying to act normal but Bing wasn’t fooled. Those facial expressions, that heart rate. He cared a lot, that made Bing very happy.

Bing held out his hand. “I can order that food, and then you can get some sleep. You’ve got school tomorrow, after all and we’ll keep talking about Coalition stuff after school.”

“Alright,” Logan said.

So Bing ordered some late night vegetarian Chinese food. Logan ate and then he went to bed, and Bing went to go and officially tell Google to back off from Logan. That he had it under control and Logan got to be theirs without also being Dark’s.

#Egotober 2023 #Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Bingiplier #Logan Sanders #Logan is filled with indignate rage and crime #as is his right #yes

6 notes · View notes

vvanessaives · 1 year

Note

spare some maeve facts please please please pleaplspleapsleapelsdlfjsgfhdjgj 🤲🤲🤲

i'm squeezing out all the maeve facts i can rn like an orange juice, THANK U BONES MWAH

i guess it's already pretty clear that they aren't exactly the chillest guy around, and they never been. they got suspended a bunch of times at school. fighting, breaking the nose of a guy they didn't like, smoking weed at school, broken a few windows with rocks, etc etc..they literally graduated high school only because their friends forced them to actually put a touch of effort

they went to college too (art student, u can tell..) and graduated despite threatening to drop out 30 times in a week but they did only out of spite. rowan joked that maeve could never be the type for college and maeve took it personally and enrolled just to prove him wrong lmao

they live on their own since the moment they turned 18, they don't have a good relationship with their parents (still thinking of details) and they even tried to run away from home a few times before leaving for good at 18 (needless to say that she spent a few very rough years)

they are fluent in spanish, their parents spoke the language at home almost all the time

mav can play the bass beside singing and sometimes perform with a guitar too (i'm not immune to bassist's swag) + they can also draw, sometimes you can see them randomly sketching things or people, their bandmates or anything else really

while they enjoy competition, they don't play fair at all. they once teared out all four tires of a competitors' car for..fun, maybe they were a bit pissed. everyone knew maverick was the culprit bc they very proudly flaunted it on social media too

it takes under 2 seconds for maverick to start a fight. actually they ended up in MANY fistfights, 85% of those were started by mav themself and the rest are either ppl getting tired of their shitty behaviour or mav literally joining other's ppl fights just for the fun of fighting

they spent the night in a jail once (or maybe even more than once) after one of those fights but got out free of charge the next morning. they once fought a cop in a club but luckily escaped before they could get arrested bc the place was packed with crowd. oh also their driver license got suspended at some point for driving drunk

maverick is not the easiest to deal with and she surely ISN'T kind with their fans, they said publicly that being a fan doesn't make u their friend and that u should stay in your place multiple times. their ig comments section is like witnessing a battle half of the time

STILL they are very kind and affectionate with their friends, they buy gifts and offer to buy food/drinks and they are extremely silly and funny :^)

they have a scar on their left ass cheek from that time they lowkey got stabbed there on accident (inspired from that one the bear scene that has me obsessed)

maeve LOVES animals, they used to have an hamster as a teen and these days they have a dog named spike as their pet (a jack russell it's my final decision..maybe, i keep changing it skfjsk)

#ask #oc: maverick #this feels like me listing reasons why mav is sick in the head AKFJSKDJSKD AND U KNOW WHAT. FAIR #i love them they are a menace they are terrible they amuse me to no end #it's nearly 3am so i hope i made sense while typing these..THANK U SO MUCH BONES <33

8 notes · View notes

ash-mcj · 2 years

Text

@softranswolves Isaac Lahey Appreciation Week: relationships

JISAAC | Teen Rating | 1026 words | read on AO3

“Do you wanna dance?” Jackson asked casually, as if it were a completely normal thing to suggest. As if they were friends, instead of two bastards that came from the same hell hole, who hadn’t spoken in years.

Isaac raised an eyebrow at him. “With you?”

“No shit.” Jackson rolled his eyes as he stood up straighter—making the diamond-studded mesh crop top he was wearing hug his torso deliciously tighter. “I mean, the last time we danced together, you were trying to stab me in the neck with a tranquilizer, so…”

“So, what?” Isaac chuckled, turning to face Jackson. “You think I owe you a dance?”

Jackson shrugged, coyly biting his lower lip. “I think that’s only fair.”

Isaac didn’t hate clubs, per se—but the list of ways he’d rather be spending his Saturday night was longer than the list of reasons why he had PTSD, which was really saying a lot more than it should have for a twenty-two year old. Unfortunately, when his roommate had proposed the idea of going to a popular club during their three day trip to London, Isaac couldn’t come up with a decent enough reason to say no. Apparently drunk, sweaty people being there was not a valid reason. He didn’t really see the hype, considering the best part of the place was the bar—which was infuriatingly useless to a werewolf, who couldn’t get drunk. Though, that didn’t deter him from trying.

He was halfway through his sixth whiskey of the night, when someone behind him suggested, “Thirty-two shots of tequila within an hour, then fifteen each hour after that to keep it going. At least, that usually does the trick for me.”

If Isaac weren’t a werewolf, he probably would’ve broken his neck by how quickly it swiveled to look over his shoulder at the familiar voice. His breath hitched in his chest as his wolf suddenly stirred, instinctually recognizing the only other one of Derek’s remaining betas, who he hadn’t seen in years. Jackson’s cocky smirk was unmistakably the same, but he’d definitely changed. He was still rather lean, though he’d filled out a bit— in all the right places—and grown his hair a few inches longer. It was messily sticking out in all directions, as if someone had gotten their hands in it at some point during the night, and preserved their work in glitter hairspray.

“Jackson?” Isaac asked dumbly, his mind not quite wrapping around the fact that he was actually seeing someone from his hometown for the first time since moving to France five years prior.

“Obviously,” Jackson snarked, but his tone didn’t hold as much bite as Isaac remembered from high school. “What are you doing here, Lahey?”

“Just visiting for a few days,” Isaac responded, his eyes roaming over Jackson’s face, almost mesmerized. His skin appeared to be glowing a bright cyan under the club lights, and the sparkles shimmering on his defined cheekbones and nose reflected the multicolored beams flashing around the room—creating an enticing aura of color that Isaac couldn’t bring himself to look away from.

Jackson nodded as he leaned against the bar counter, his arm just barely brushing against Isaac’s own. The proximity drew Isaac’s attention down to the shine on Jackson’s full lips, and Isaac realized he was wearing lip gloss. He’d never thought much about guys wearing makeup, since it wasn’t his thing and he didn’t know anyone who did, but damn did it look nice on Jackson.

Isaac probably should’ve been more taken aback by his attraction to Jackson Whittemore of all people, but he’d be a liar if he said he’d never noticed the asshole’s good looks before. Jackson had always been unfairly pretty, but Isaac didn’t have much time or energy to even contemplate doing anything about it back then. He was busy trying to survive Beacon Hills, and Jackson was even more insufferable than Isaac was.

“Your Insta’s been silent for like a year,” Jackson commented. “I kinda thought you were dead or something.”

Isaac nearly questioned why he was creeping on his social media, but instead said, “Not yet.”

“Looks like that makes two of us.”

The last two. Who would’ve thought? Isaac toasted his glass towards him, then brought it back to his lips to down the rest of his drink.

Isaac raised an eyebrow at him. “With you?”

“So, what?” Isaac chuckled, turning to face Jackson. “You think I owe you a dance?”

Jackson shrugged, coyly biting his lower lip. “I think that’s only fair.”

“Life isn’t fair, sweetheart,” Isaac reasoned, though his eyes fell hungrily down to Jackson’s exposed abdomen. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips as he eyed the dusting of dark hair trailing from his navel down into the front of his low-riding skinny jeans.

“No,” Jackson agreed, holding his glitter-covered hand out, “but it can be fun.”

Isaac scoffed and shook his head, but slapped his hand down onto Jackson’s nonetheless—who tightly gripped his fingers and yanked him up into his space just as aggressively. A slow smile stretched across Isaac’s face as Jackson provocatively looked up at him through his lashes, and he couldn’t help but ghost his hand along Jackson’s jaw to hook a finger under his chin and guide his face up towards his. Jackson’s confidence always made him seem taller in Isaac’s mind, but he had to be almost half a foot shorter than Isaac.

Considering that Isaac knew Jackson had moved to London before he’d even come to Europe himself, he shouldn’t have been all that surprised to run into him. However, there was no way in hell that he’d could've anticipated that Jackson’s hands would feel so amazing as they slipped under his shirt and left a rough trail of glitter up his stomach while they grinded against each other on the dance floor—or how sexy the combination of the whiskey on his own tongue and Jackson’s sweet lip gloss would taste.

And absolutely nothing could’ve prepared Isaac for how fucking gorgeous Jackson would look in the moonlight streaming in through his penthouse window as Isaac took him apart on satin sheets, or the way his wolf would feel so peaceful and safe and right as he finished inside of the other beta, both of their eyes flaring in the dark as they held each other.

#isaacappreciationweek #jisaac #isaac lahey #jackson whittemore #ash mcj fic #ash mcj moodboard #isaac deserves to get laid by pretty guys #and also fall in love #with someone just as snarky as him

34 notes · View notes

pinkroboticunicorn · 10 months

Text

BIG FAT DISCLAIMER!! NOT A PROMPT!! A PROLOGUE TO MY FANFICTION!!!

Heroes AU: The Cruise

Prologue: The Powerpuff Girls.

Townsville's heroes, and saviors from ultimate doom, heroes from the evils of villains! Have now grown up from little girls to their teens, and eventually turning 18 years old.

They retired briefly in High School, in order to pursue Academics, Blossom was training up to be either an engineer, or a scientist like the Professor, for years she's been building a thesis on Chemical X, which has a long history, if you asked her about it she would go off on where exactly it came from, why it's so powerful, etc., etc., and has won multiple science fairs in a row, but she could never really beat her true mortal rival and enemy Mandark! His smug grin every time boils her blood, thankfully both Mandark's rivals are friends, mhm, Dexter is friends with Blossom, and together they come up with amazing science experiments, Brick will help on occasion too, he's more of a math and statistics kind of guy, than a science guy, but he's good friends with Blossom, and might have a tiny crush on her, so he's willing to help any time.

Meanwhile...

Bubbles and Boomer were in the arts together, Bubbles is still a really good painter, and even made a full scale mural of the Professor, and them in the living room once, where it still stays to this very day, she mostly does landscaping and flower paintings, and sells them for a lot of money, Boomer however is more of a digital artist, he likes making animations, and has thought of making his own series many times, mostly he makes animation memes, and draws fanart, and sells prints of his work online, and at cons.

Meanwhile...

Buttercup and Butch were the main athletes in High School for a very long time, competing in a lot of Competitions since they were like 10, Buttercup was an absolute BEAST at soccer, scoring multiple times in a row, while Butch competed mainly in a good game of Tennis, and was known only as the King of Tennis at School.

Mojo Jojo had retired from villainy at that time as well, because he could not defeat the Powerpuff Girls at his hands! At the moment! But also because he was just in general very very tired, and just wanted to binge his new favorite show Lake Oak, a good drama, but when they killed off his favorite character for being gay, he returned to a life of villainy.

In that time Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup, even Brick, Boomer, and Butch, and yes even Dexter discovered some things about themselves.

Blossom found that she was kind of bi, discovered this when she easily crushed on any nerdy girl or boy or nb person, just falling for them, of course Dexter, and Brick are still friends, despite reaching her level of nerdiness, but yeah.

Brick found himself to be pretty bi himself as well, he even crushed on the same kind of people as Blossom did, intelligent nerdy individuals, and even crushed on Blossom and Dexter for a bit during High School, but they all collectively decided to stay friends, just friends.

Now Dexter discovered that he was an Asexual, but wouldn't mind dating anyone, and got crushes all the time, he's also a bit pan, and is crushing hard on someone currently, but everytime Brick and Blossom asks he kinda clams up a bit about it.

Bubbles discovered that she was aro/ace actually, had no crushes, no interest in doing it with anybody, just wanting to vibe, Boomer feels the same way, and is also aro/ace, although the 2 have had many come to ask them both out, only to have to explain some things, Boomer always gets excited when he finds an aro/ace character, and always has to draw them, pretty much immediately.

Now Buttercup found that she was a big lesbian, loved girls, any athletic girl, and Butch found himself to be very gay for athletic guys, very very VERY gay for athletic guys. The amount of athletic people Buttercup and Butch fawn over together is very high, if you asked them who their crush is, they'd probably short circuit thinking of all the muscly ones they've crushed on.

Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup were thrust completely back into crime fighting during their sophomore year, when trouble struck once more, and evil reared its ugly head, with new and old villains coming out of the woodworks to stop them from having a normal High School experience.

But they still manage to save the day! In the end! Nothing can stop them really, they're the Powerpuff Girls! Of course it's that same old story most tell of a High School kid balancing their academic life, social life, and fighting giant monsters, and dastardly villains life.

Why is that a thing? Oh well!

Finally though they reach the age of 18, and get to take a break, a cruise might be nice.

#ppg au

6 notes · View notes

twoidiotwriters1 · 2 years

Text

Copycat & The Spider-man —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

Words: 992

Phase two Masterlist

Previous Chapter // Next chapter

Listen to: ‘Loser’ -by Julian Moon

xxv: Graduation

"P.J. Stark..."

"THAT'S OUR BOY!"

Peter, MJ, Ned, and C.C. were clapping and whistling so hard her ears were actually hurting, yet she couldn't bring herself to stop, this felt adequate for the occasion, it wasn't every day that her adoptive-fake brother graduated from high school.

Tony, Pepper, Rhodes, May, and Happy were there too, being the only adults the teens could kind of consider family. Tony had helped them tons, so he deserved being included in the celebration.

He had his own parties to be planning though, his engagement to Pepper was no secret, but they were taking their sweet time to get everything done. The couple had also decided to wait until Pietro's graduation, not wanting to steal his thunder.

Pietro walked off the stage with his face flushed, C.C.'d never seen him that flustered. When the ceremony ended the group approached to give him hugs and kisses, Tony patted his back.

"Well done, Speedy," He smiled proudly. "Next stop: College. We have one thing to address, though, and that's C.C.'s housing."

"Mr. Stark, we talked to my aunt and she said she has no problem with C.C. staying at our apartment during the semester," Peter was quick to inform.

Tony looked at him with his brows raised, behind him Rhodes and Pepper were smirking and talking under their breaths.

"At your place?" He tilted his head. "What now, are you sharing a bed too?"

"Tony, don't start," C.C. warned him.

"I think your legal guardian has a point," Happy intervened. "You can't stay at his place."

"Where should I stay then? Alone? Or are you going to let me move into your place?"

"That's not such a bad idea," Happy admitted. "My place has plenty of room! It'll only be during the semester, you can move back to P.J.'s place during the holidays..."

"I was joking," C.C. backtracked. "Tony, tell him that's a crazy idea!"

"Happy, that's absurd," The man said. "I fully support it."

"No!" Behind her, Peter let out a groan. "May would be home all the time! And it's not like we would do anything crazy, most of the time we sit around reading books and eating pizza..."

"Life's not fair for teenagers," Tony teased her, then he frowned. "Wow, you two really are nerds. Who made you that way?"

"Peter did," MJ walked past without stopping. "Not even I have routines that bland."

On their way to celebrate they divided the crew into two separate cars. She and Peter were at the back of Tony's with Ned as their third companion on the back seat, and Tony with Rhodes at the front.

"I can't believe we're starting our junior year next August," Peter said. "That used to feel ages away! Soon we'll be making our college applications..."

"Have you guys thought of where you'd like to go?" Rhodey asked.

"MIT's our number one choice," Peter answered. "We've talked about it, Ned and I, it'd be amazing if we get in."

"The boys have spoken," Tony glanced at her through the rearview mirror. "What about the Cat? You're not gonna copy their career paths?"

"I haven't given it enough thought," C.C. admitted. "I don't know... something simple, perhaps. Maybe I'll become a middle school teacher or something like that."

"It'd be very benevolent of you," Tony said.

"You have the looks to be that teacher all the single parents have a crush on," Ned joked.

Peter made a face. "That makes no sense, Ned!"

"She kinda does," Tony agreed at the same time Rhodey mumbled: 'Think it's the vintage dresses...'

"Well, it doesn't matter cause you'll probably be married by then," Ned continued. "You'll be that person that married their high school sweetheart and everyone thinks they're dorks."

Rhodey's eyes lit up. "You heard that, Tony? We'll have another engagement soon, don't throw your suit away!"

"If our children wed I'm not wearing the same suit I used to get married, have some taste," He joked.

"I wanna be an engineer," MJ told her. "MIT doesn't sound so bad if I can get the scholarship..."

"Course you'll get it, your grades are great," Peter pointed out.

"Aww, thanks dude," She punched his shoulder lightly.

"I just want to finish high school," C.C. sighed. "It's a miracle I managed to pull through two whole years. Not on my own, of course, you guys are the best tutors ever."

"Well, it's a gift," MJ winked at her. "But why is it so hard for you? You're always doing your assignments at the last minute and you have all night every night of the week to get them done!"

Ned opened his mouth and Peter stepped on him, MJ gave them a weird look but C.C. was quick to distract her.

"Well, now that I'll be living with Happy you can be sure he won't let me slack as much as Pietro did... the guy's a control freak! I've only been to his place once, but he has cameras everywhere! I don't know what he'll do considering he's not allowed to film me."

"Why isn't he?" MJ frowned.

"Oh," C.C. cussed internally. "Well, you know..."

"It's just weird to be filming a minor, right?" Peter saved her. "And you know C.C.'s parents are—"

"Big on privacy, yeah," The tall girl raised a brow. "Your family's super weird."

"They're super alright," Ned mumbled, C.C. elbowed him.

"Guys!" Pietro put an arm around Ned's shoulders. "What are your plans for the summer? I wanna hang out with all of my tiny little baby friends before I leave!"

"Peter and I are planning to spend the whole time playing video games and watching movies, but I guess we can move things around."

"Hey, why wasn't I invited to that?" Ned pouted.

"Cause they're dates, Ned."

"So? Not like I would stop you from kissing, I wouldn't even pay attention to you two!"

"No no, you're not spending the summer indoors!" Pietro made a face. "You pair of losers are going to humor me just this once, alright?"

Peter and C.C. shared a look, everyone had spent the day teasing them about their boring routine, they'd had enough.

"Fine," She gave in. "What do you want us to do?"

Next Chapter —>

Taglist.

@ieatpanicattacksforlunch @jesuswasnotawhiteman @siriuslysirius1107 @greengarsstuff @itsyagirl01 @23victoria @espressopatronum454 @jkthinkstoomuch

#twoidiots writing #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #copycat fic #Peter Parker x Oc

15 notes · View notes

tuiyla · 1 year

Note

I was reading the reasoning behind why you chose Quinn as Catherine Parr for your Glee Presents: Six the Musical gifset and you said she has a brand of white feminism. Why do you think so? 🤔

Oh man that's kind of a big topic that definitely deserves more of an answer than I'm able to give right now, but if I save this ask for later I'll just end up never getting to it. So I hope you don't mind me giving a sort of half-answer with the potential of further elaboration in the future.

To be fair, in my mind I conflate Quinn's brand of pop feminism with more specifically white feminism a lot. But what I mean is that Six's well-intentioned but ultimately kind of flat message conveyed in Parr's song reminded me of how Quinn gets "woke" after getting pregnant. You know, the "boys objectify us all the time" and "women earn less than men" sort of thing. And to be clear, those are correct statements. The Glee guys objectify the girls all the time. The show does too, in fact. And women do statistically earn less for the same work. But these are the sort of "water is wet" generic statements that teen shows attempting some sort of feminism would say in 2010 without actually exploring patriarchal issues in any sort of depth.

The way I see it, Quinn became Glee's spokesperson for feminist phrases that often aimed to do one of two things. A) genuinely try to highlight an issue or B) poke fun at pop feminism and use the rich white girl who always ends up centering her life around men to do it. The problem with A), like in The Power of Madonna, is that Glee doesn't even get close to saying anything useful about issues it highlights and solves sexism with the boys singing What It Feels Like For a Girl. Okay? Now, that isn't on Quinn, but when she's so often the mouthpiece for meaningless buzzwords and generic statements of the kind of #girlbossery that 2010 took seriously but we make fun of now, it's hard not to associate it with her. And in the case of B), such as her wild Gloria Steinem spiel in I Do, well it just feels disingenuous for a number of reasons, and this is the part we probs don't have the capacity to get into today.

But what I'm trying to say is that Quinn was given so many of these #girlbossery lines and, when I rewatched season 1, I realized just how many of them also reeked of what we'd now recognize as white feminism. And far be from me to downplay Quinn's trauma and struggles, but she just ain't the girl for intersectionality with her WASPy background and distinctly feminism 101 approach to things. Maybe this is more of a vibe I get from her, and to be clear I blame the writers entirely, but I've talked to others who got this same vibe from her statements. I think any sort of feminism Glee attempts is also white feminism, though, so again I'm not blaming Queen Bee Quinn the ch. It's just the vibe that she'd point out the wage gap, something that doesn't actually affect them in high school, but ignore racist made at the expense of Santinacedes. I also get the vibes that, in-universe, even her feminism 101 only comes post-pregnancy when she experiences just some of the discrimination women like Mercedes have always faced. I mean, I love Quinncedes do not get me wrong. And this whole post feels like I'm dragging Quinn when I'm not lol. But they explicitly make the parallel of being black and pregnant in Quinncedes scenes and it's like, girl.

It's a Man's Man's Man's World, basically. Watch that performance. That's what I mean. And like I say it's sort of intentional on the writer's part but it's also sort of just how Glee operates when it comes to gender dynamics and (the lack of) intersectionality.

youtube

#i know that is less coherent than would be desirable #but i'm afraid it was either this response now or like. none ever #and i am trying to answer stuff! so that's what i have #anon #glee asks #quinn asks #i'm sorry quinn stans don't hurt me #i call upon randomcanbian to help me out here bestie i hope you have more coherent thoughts #it's so hard to talk about quinn's ignorance because the show's way too hard on her #and even some fans #so i don't wanna add fuel to that fire because she IS traumatized and IS discriminated against #she's not just some random white girl being mildly inconvenienced preaching about the wage gap #but that is the vibe glee sometimes goes for because they cannot conceive of quinn beyond her privilege #but two things can be true at the same time #in other news i've been sleeping on this song!!

2 notes · View notes

imnotgoinganywhereok · 2 years

Photo

Welcome to a second Monday post in a row. Am I back on that Monday grind? No. But it’s funny that it happened twice. Anyway, ya girl is ill again. Yup, it’s my throat again - but just a common cold this time. Being a teacher for less than a month and they already got me. So sick of this. The weather sucks too and I don’t know what to do anymore. I hope it passes soon despite me having to go to work tomorrow anyway.

I hope you missed my Sim girls!! Since Serafin became a teen, these tree eventually became young adults and went to university!! All roads lead to UBrite, it seems. And that’s pretty cool because I love this uni!! I’m telling you, the high school pack was such a hot mess, a literal steaming garbage, I just had to play with Discover University to feel better. I even renovated one of the dorms for the first time - it was the cutest, and I limited myself to BG and Uni too!! It has 7 beds now instead of 4 because I thought such a big house should feel more lively, and I also wanted more roommates than just one so my girls actually have a taste of social life at uni. I think it’s adorable.

I picked the degrees that would later let my girls pick the jobs I thought suit them the most. Blanka studies History - a degree I’ve never picked before. Debora and Gizela chose Communications. Normally Gizela copies everything Blanka does but the job afterwards didn’t suit her, so I let her catch a break this one time. The required skills and their initial schedules are similar enough, though, so it’s all good. To be fair, Gizela might need this time with Debora - to realise she doesn’t have to be so jealous of Blanka all the time like when they were children; this is why I let them share the room. Meanwhile, Blanka got a room with some random guy with depression. Man, this takes me back...

Y’all, I cannot stress enough how much I missed playing with uni. The last time I did it, it was Andrea Doria getting her Biology degree, so laidback and relaxed. It’s embarrassing to say but this is actually my first time using the dorming system. I’ve never wanted to leave the houses before but this time is a special time for me - and I’m having so much fun!! Darby the Dragon, my beloved ( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩) I also like that the roommates can change with each semester - I imagine that some pass, some fail, some actually finish uni because they started earlier. It’s a relatively small thing but it matters to me a lot!!

So, that’s pretty much it for now. The housing seems sweet, the roommates are friendly, the classes aren’t the hardest (though you always have to work hard to be the best). Blanka loves to challenge everyone to a ping-pong game - she hasn’t won a single match yet. It seems this is all for now. I only played through the first semester, and I take 3 classes per semester so we still have 3 more semesters to go. I’ll try to make the most of their time on campus, so look forward the next post!! See you around ( ˘ ³˘(◡‿◡˶)

#the sims 4 #discover university #darby the dragon #university housing #dorm #gallery

4 notes · View notes

bluejay-writes · 4 months

Text

Heaven is a Misnomer - Chapter 2

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! Rating: Teen Chapter 2 Wordcount: 2968 Characters/Relationships: Jake (Exchange student OC) / Raphael Summary: Jake gets to the Celestial Realm, meets some folks, already hates it. Notes: Hey fam, it's Tuesday! I hope you're hydrating. Please enjoy, and I'll see you next week.

You can also read this on AO3, if that's your jam!

First Chapter || Next Chapter

Chapter 2: Welcome to the Celestial Realm

That night was even more volatile than normal. Even knowing he was shipping out to Heaven in the morning didn’t help him worry less about the amount of anger his father was throwing around downstairs.

When he’d asked when they were leaving, neither mom knew for sure, just “early”. Given the fact that his dad was especially volatile, Jake was half-dozing in his day clothes with his arms wrapped around his backpack. Just in case he needed to sneak out the window and down to Nia’s. He’d packed a bag but he’d happily leave that behind if it meant being safe. He didn’t want to show up to the Celestial Realm covered in cuts and bruises. That was not the impression he wanted to make on actual angels, thanks.

When the sudden bright light flashed in front of his eyes, Jake was utterly unprepared. Theoretically, he should have been asleep, or in pajamas at least. And if it had been any other kid, they probably would have been. Heck, Nia for sure was in her pajamas sound asleep at this time of morning.

When the light cleared, Jake looked around. Where am I? This looks like some kind of… Fancy Library…��

He was sitting on the ground, in the same position he’d been sitting on his bed. His bag was nowhere to be seen, which was immediately stressful. To his left stood a young woman, about his age. She was darker than Nia, with long hair the color of grape juice in a long braid down her back.

“Uh, hi.” He said quietly. She turned and looked at him and beamed, reaching out a hand to help him up.

“Hey there, stranger. I expected you to be in your pajamas when they told me the other human exchange student was a completely normal guy.”

“Uh. Yeah. I… didn’t know when they were coming to get me, so…”

“Fair! I suppose it’s not normal to just go ahead and assume 3:47am.”

Jake gave her a look. She seemed nice enough, but… there was something weird about her.

“You think I’m weird, I bet.” She said, and his jaw dropped open.

“Are you reading my mind?”

“No, you just have an expressive face. Also, it’s the normal kind of reaction any time magic’s involved. The angels should be here to greet us momentarily, but let me get started with you anyway.”

She stuck out a hand, covered in a soft black glove. “I’m Cheyenne, and I’m a witch.”

“Jake.” he smiled, and took her hand, giving it a shake. “I’m painfully normal. Also… I’m calling you Shiny from now on.”

Cheyenne paused, blinked, and nodded. “That’s cute as heck! I like it. You are allowed.”

“Yeah okay good. I nickname like… everyone.”

“That’s probably not going to fly so hot with the angels, just as a heads up.”

“No?”

“Yeah, they tend to be sticklers for process and. . . well, you’ll see.”

“You’re making me doubt the next year of my life and I’ve been here less than five minutes.”

“You made this choice, kiddo.”

“Well, technically my mother did, but. Kiddo? How old are you?”

“Oh, only 25. I just know you’re still in high school, so younger than me.”

“Mph.” Jake said eloquently, squelching whatever else it was that he was going to say as the door in front of them opened to admit a small group of people.

“Perfectly said. With that in mind, let me do the talking.” Shiny said, mostly under her breath, and Jake wondered what she knew that he didn’t. For a moment. And then he started wondering what she knew that he did know, because that was probably a far shorter list, given everything that had happened in the past three minutes.

“Welcome to the Celestial Realm, exchange students.” The man speaking was a tall man with pale skin and piercing blue eyes. He was dressed in a pristine three-piece suit - white, with blue accents. His bearing reminded Jake of his father, and he had to clamp down on an immediate visceral dislike of the man. It was just his coloring, Jake was sure. They looked like they could be family, after all. He was greeting them, and he was an angel. Besides, his mom promised he’d be safe. She’d put her own life on the line multiple times to keep him safe - he trusted her word.

“Greetings, Michael.” Shiny said, a smile on her face that Jake matched. He was good at smiling and covering up what he was really thinking. It was one of his best skills. Maybe he should go into business.

“Ah, Cheyenne.” Michael said, and if Jake didn’t know better, he’d think Michael’s smile dimmed for a half a second before settling. “How good it is to see you again.”

While Michael and Cheyenne greeted each other, Jake felt his eyes moving to the people behind Michael.

To his right was a man with light olive skin and long silver hair pulled back into a ponytail, whose red eyes were hidden behind glasses and mostly focused on what was probably his phone. He wore a long white coat that looked like it came straight out of The Matrix.

To his left was a man with short wavy indigo hair and cool, dark skin. His eyes were a similar blue-purple to his hair, and he was watching the both of them with a smirk gracing his lips. He was wearing a black skin-tight shirt with a white leather jacket and matching pants, studded all over in gold.

Behind the both of them was a man with a spear. Jake initially took him for a guard of some type, because of the spear, but the way he carried himself implied more autonomy than just a guard. His ash blonde hair was short but fell almost into his eyes, giving him a sleepy look. The eyes themselves were a glorious gradient of blue with a ring of purple around the pupil. Jake felt like he could drown in them. He was wearing a complicated top of multiple layers that left the vast majority of his chest exposed, a collared vest with long tails but only down his back, and a pair of what looked like a combination of black leggings with white harem pants over the top split down the sides. He was easily the most attractive person that Jake had ever seen, and he had to tear his eyes away.

All in all, Jake felt weirdly like he fit in visually here. And also like he hadn’t been listening to a word of the conversation between Cheyenne and Michael. Oops.

“As I was saying.” Michael said, turning to pin Jake with a look that told him just how obvious his distraction had been. “The demons should be here shortly, and we’ll do introductions once, rather than repeat ourselves.”

Jake nodded, trying to stay engaged. It wasn’t working. His eyes kept looking anywhere but at Michael, interested in the room they were in, the books on the shelves, the incredibly hot (probably) angel with the spear that was avoiding his gaze…

He was startled from his distraction, once again, by an odd popping sound, and the appearance of two women. Two women who couldn’t be more different if they tried.

One of them was a deep red, as though she’d soaked in beet juice for months. Even what Jake would have called the whites of her eyes were red. And despite the obvious demonic look, she was smiling brightly, the very picture of cheer, and Jake couldn’t help but smile back. Sure, sure, her teeth were wicked pointy, but he’d liked creepier people.

The other was an entire cake of a woman. He’d say beefcake, but she was like… carrot cake. Ginger hair in two long braids each as thick as his forearms that fell down past her waist. They were probably weapons in their own right, and the muscles in her neck were definitely strong enough to hold them up.

Michael clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention, and Jake stiffened, turning to look at the angel.

“Introductions are in order. I am Michael, Voice of God, leader of all angels, and all here know of me.” It was unspoken, but Jake had this feeling that he was trying to claim he was all-powerful and would someday be King of Heaven and all Jake could do was shiver.

“To my right is Gabriel. He will be handling your technology needs and any other communication between the realms while you are here.” The man with silver hair looked up and nodded.

“To my left is Feniel. He should be able to help with any academic questions you have while you are here, as he is usually found here in the library.” The dark angel smiled, and Jake couldn’t help but smile as well. There was something bitter in that smile, and Jake wondered if Feniel would even be included if they weren’t having this meeting in the library to start with.

“Behind me is Raphael.” Raphael. Jake thought the name, and felt his smile shift to something more genuine. The name suited the man with the spear. “Raphael is discipline. You will most likely not need to see him during your time here in the Celestial Realm, but he will be in classes with you, so be friendly at least.”

Raphael’s face showed nothing in reaction to Michael’s words. Not even a flicker of emotion. Jake wasn’t sure how to take that. Maybe he wasn’t an emotions kind of angel. Maybe he didn’t like Michael. Maybe he just didn’t emote while he was working and this was definitely working. Whatever it was, Jake was going to figure it out. The angel had him curious, and he was dangerous when curious. Nia could attest, for sure.

“Angels accounted for,” Michael continued. “Let me confirm why you’re all here. Diavolo, Prince of the Devildom, believes that the three realms need to strengthen our relationships rather than relying on our extant ties. As such, we have instituted an exchange program. We’ve sent two angels to the human world and two to the Devildom. And, we’re welcoming four students to our institution: two from the human world and two from the Devildom.”

Two?! Why couldn’t I have gone with Nia then, or she come here? Splitting us was both cruel and unnecessary.

“So you’ve obviously figured out who’s who, why don’t we go ahead and have you introduce yourselves. Let’s start with Miss Red over here. Could you be so kind as to keep your demon form put away while you’re here in the Celestial Realm?”

The dark red girl seemed to shiver, and then stood looking like a typical college girl. Skin a nice dark tan, with blood red pigtails, in a black tank and plaid skater skirt style. Her smile was still contagious.

“Hi. I’m Vriyaya. I like to dance, and have a perfectly normal fascination with blood.”

Next to her, the carrot cake girl laughed, and then paused when everyone looked at her.

“Oh was that all? It can be my turn then. I’m Yboun’dih, and I am very much looking forward to spending time with all of you and finding out what it’s like up here in the Celestial Realm.”

Well, she seems perfectly normal, for a carrot cake. But what’s with that name? I’m calling her Bunny for sure. Because carrot cake.

Wasting no time, the grape juice girl next to him spoke up. “I’m Cheyenne. Friends call me Shiny.” Does that mean I’m her friend? Whoa, way to simultaneously stake a claim and friendzone a guy. Good thing I’m gay and not offended. Jake chuckled, and Shiny shot him a grin. “I’m a witch. The angels know me, they love me.” Feniel coughed, and Shiny sighed “Okay, okay, they tolerate me. Anyway I’m here halfway often, so…”

Jake realized, then, that he was next and also last and that was a weight he wasn’t expecting.

“Hi, I’m Jake. Your paperwork probably calls me Jacob, but if you call me Jacob I will take it as an offense. Call me Jake, or don’t call me at all.” He looked pointedly at Michael when he said it. “I’m painfully normal. I didn’t even know the Celestial Realm was real 12 hours ago. Please cut me some slack, I’ll try and learn as fast as I can. Also, if you’ve got gossip in this place… let me in on it. I love me a good gossip sesh. Also… I don’t seem to have any of my things, and also you grabbed me in the middle of the night so maybe work on the timing and warning of pickups for things like this?”

Michael pursed his lips at this. “Well, with any new program there are issues. I will pass your feedback on to our contacts in the Devildom who did the planning, and hopefully they’ll bother to note it down for next time. As far as your things are concerned, you will not need anything from the human realm. Everything you need while you are here will be provided to you.” Jake didn’t think that their retrieval of him was in any way the Devildom’s fault but… he’d have to ask Nia about it, maybe she can ask someone there about it. And his things… he really hoped that someone who had some kind of fashion sense picked out his clothes.

“Regardless.” Michael continued, piercing Jake with a glare as though he could tell that his mind wandered. “Your period of stay here in the Celestial Realm is one year. You will be able to communicate with your family at home, as well as any friends you make here, via your C.C.C.. You will have to work on the tasks that you receive here at The Celestial Academy, or TCA for short, just like your schooling in your home realms, though the subjects will differ. After one year, you will write a term paper detailing your time here in the Celestial Realm, and then you will return home. We will arrange for sufficient educational credits and the issuing of your diploma at that time.”

“What kind of tasks? Is there a primer? Books I can study up on so I don’t make a fool of myself?” Jake really hated making a fool of himself. It was a trait he and Nia shared, actually. He couldn’t keep his mind off his bestie. He hoped she was doing okay down there in Hell. Erm, the Devildom.

“Are you glaring at me?” Michael said, slightly taken aback. “Please don’t. It is beneath us both. I will not abandon you to your studies without any guidance, nor leave you to your own devices whilst here in the Celestial Realm. As a perfectly normal human, you’ll need someone to look after you, and as such I will be assigning you a mentor while you are here. Gabriel here,” Michael gestured to the tech nerd on his right, “Will be your mentor during your time here. He can be a bit… distracted. Well, you’ll understand soon enough.”

Gabriel also glared at Michael, and Jake had to work hard to keep a smirk off of his face. After the momentary glare, Gabriel stepped out and handed everyone a small device, coming to Jake last.

“All of you, these are what Michael mentioned before, your C.C.C - it stands for Celestial Communication Console, and it’s a lot like the cell phones of the human world or the D.D.D.s that exist in the Devildom.”

Jake examined the device in his hand and smirked. Sure enough, it looked like the newest model of iPhone. Of course the Celestial Realm were Apple fanboys. That made perfect sense.

“Thanks.” He said, giving Gabriel one of his best smiles. He wanted to make a good impression on the angel who’d be overseeing his existence for the foreseeable future.

“This will be yours to use for as long as you’re here. It’s pre-loaded with everyone in this room’s contact information, your mother and… whoever Nia is?”

“Holy shit!” Jake exclaimed, not even thinking if swearing might get him in trouble. “You weren’t lying. I can totally text Nia with this.” He sniffed suddenly, realizing his eyes were tearing up. He thought he’d have to be without his bestie for an entire year, and he didn’t and that just… it was the best thing ever.

“Nia? Sounds like someone has a girlfriend~!” Vriyaya’s voice swam over in a singsong tone and Jake shot her a smile, but didn’t answer. Nia wasn’t a girlfriend, excepting in the literal sense that she was a girl and his friend.

Jake looked up and cast his gaze across the group. “So, I like nicknames. I sure you could tell given my insistence about my own name.” he said, deciding to be upfront with his habits. “I’ve already got Shiny here. Yboun’dih..” he tried not to mangle her name while looking into her bright green eyes. “Can I call you Bunny?”

The large girl grinned, and bounced in place. “Yes. I can be your Bunny.”

Vriyaya piped up “People call me Aya at home. Since you like nicknames, cutie.”

Okay. Shiny, Bunny, Aya…

“What about you, angels? A lot of your names have built in nicknames, but—“

“No.” Michael said simply. “We do not use nicknames.”

Jake practically wilted. Shiny had warned him, but… it still stung. Why did he have to go ahead and be rude about it? Was it because Jake had been pointed about his own use name? And none of the other angels spoke up at all, which he couldn’t decide if meant they agreed with Michael or simply didn’t want to contradict him. Either way, Jake hated it.

#obey me!#obey me raphael #heaven is a misnomer #longfic #chapter fic #fic update #celestial realm

1 note · View note

withahappyrefrain · 1 year

Note

LMAOOO yeah... a bar would be GREAT

this friend has done the most horrible insane teen rage things with me and Ellie when we were high schoolers. But she's just so very attached to the idea of this church. She loves god and her relationship with him but she's being bound by the sick and twisted "rules" of that specific church...

I love her and wish the best for her but I think missing her wedding is gonna hurt her really bad. Me and Ellie are like... the very last glimpse of that crazy past she had before going full-on 'demure & modest religious woman' mode.

Just so you have an idea, we used to dye our hair together and wear crazy colorful makeup from 14 to 18 years old. She graduated from high school 2 years ahead of me and after that she changed so much... like, stopped wearing colorful makeup, just natural. Less revealing clothes and now mostly modest skirts and long dresses. She had gorgeous curly hair and whenever she's with her family she only wears it straightened.

This topic is mainly why she had fights with Ellie. Bc she let that part of her consume her. But we don't just brush that aside, whenever we talk we bring this up and she's aware... but I thinks she's too in deep to actually make a change (like giving her mom a reality check.... yikes)

But I guess the joke is on me, bc she had her bachelorette party and I wasn't invited and neither was Ellie. Why? It was organized by her protestant friends. They took her to a club for this surprise party and actually had alcoholic drinks...? Then she proceeded to tell me the one to organize this was none other than my ex's mom lol...

I truly don't know if his mom is aware we're friends but I guess she'll have a nice surprise when she sees me there 🥴

The things we do for our friends........ lmao

- Syd

I get wanting to support friends, but supporting your friends shouldn't mean having to put yourself in uncomfortable situations, or a situation where you're going to be subjected to judgement and/or hostility.

Your friend has to realize that their church isn't welcoming to all people and it's honestly not fair of her to expect you guys to just deal with it. They gotta realize at some point their association with it is going to cost some relationships tbh.

Honestly if I was y'all, I'd go to the ceremony and then leave. Or not go at all.

#ask #anon

0 notes

noteguk · 3 years

Text

any way you want it | kth | m

— summary; in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself.

— contents and warnings; smut, childhood best friends, Taehyung x reader, bigdick!tae, breast play, oral (f receiving), dry grinding, dirty talk, tae has a praise kink, unprotected sex (be responsible!!), rough sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, Taehyung takes things personally but he has good intentions, this is what happens when mutual thirst gets suppressed for years of friendship

— words; 6.6k

— author’s note; i have no idea why but this fic was so fucking hard to put down into words??? I felt mentally constipated the entire time but it’s finally here

Taehyung wasn’t the slightest bit surprised when you called him at almost two in the morning, complaining about your newest nightmarish date and practically begging to come over. Like the good friend that he was, he made sure to tell you that you would be more than welcome to join him in his newest documentary marathon about aliens, and wondered if you could bring him some takeout on your way over there. Like the bad friend that you were, you said no.

To be fair, the nearest takeout place was across the city from his apartment (about thirty minutes away and in a bad neighborhood), and you were already having a horrible night as it was. Besides, you refused to take part in Taehyung’s search for a high blood pressure and cholesterol levels, arguing that it wasn’t the right time to stuff his face full of hypercaloric noodles.

But you did pity him enough to comply with his second request: a big pot of vanilla ice cream, which you were sure you’d end up consuming too. You were in a crisis.

As if to prove that the gods above were laughing at you, during the walk of shame to Taehyung’s apartment, it had started to rain (because of course it did), and your umbrella was only able to save you from the shoulders up before it crumbled and flew away from your gasp, rolling on the asphalt like a ball of dirt in a Wild West movie. By the time that you dragged yourself to his front door, you were completely soaked (and not in the way you had planned for that night to end), and about to break down crying.

Taehyung, like the angel that he was, helped you with your heavy coat and talked you into taking a warm shower before you got sick. He took the supermarket bag from you (where the ice cream had probably already melted) and walked you to this bathroom, excusing himself so he could grab you some dry clothes — and you only saw the ones he had picked when you got out of the shower.

With a silly smile dancing on your lips, you fumbled with the black booty shorts that Taehyung had jokingly gifted you that past Christmas — one that read “daddy’s juicy butt” in big, bold, neon pink letters over your ass — and then decided that your dignity was already dead by that point, so another kick wouldn’t hurt. Taehyung had also given you one of his favorite band shirts, which he only revealed during desperate times.

Your heart melted with the thought of your best friend trying to comfort you, and pulled the fabric close to your face so you could take a deep inhale, drowning in his scent. It smelled of that stupid cologne that Taehyung had used ever since he hit puberty, and a bit of fabric softener.

The two of you had an extremely close friendship, to the point that it got kind of strange at times. Ever since childhood, it was joked that you and Taehyung had been long lost soulmates — doing everything together, from going to school to laughing at the same exact jokes during movie marathons, often at the same moment and for the same amount of time. Before puberty hit (and the hormonal rage took over your first teenage years) you couldn’t remember disagreeing with him even once. You two had always been in sync.

But the uncomfortably close part only hit after you two went to college, and your anxiety for being a virgin in a sea of starving sharks got the best of you. After long conversations, you had managed to convince Taehyung to help you learn a thing or two about the art of naked wrestling.

Apparently it was weird to give your best friend a handjob and a blowjob for the sake of education. Go figure.

Regardless, your friendship wasn’t affected by any of that — even if you two had agreed to never mention any of it ever again — and you could always count on Taehyung to catch you when you fell.

Even if it was at two am on a Tuesday, after one of your nightmarish dates.

You threw yourself on the couch next to him, hugging your knees against your chest to form a barrier between you and the divine providence that had taken you to that point. You had half-assedly dried your hair, but pools of wetness had started to build on the back of Taehyung’s shirt.

Instead of accusing you of ruining his favorite piece of clothing, Taehyung reached for the remote and paused his documentary just as the narrator was starting to explain how hieroglyphs were actually part of an alien language. “Just tell me how bad it was,” he said, a mustache of ice cream melting over his top lip.

You took a peek at the bowl of melting vanilla on his center table, and decided that you would probably pass the desert for the night.

You glanced at him sideways, voice coming out monotone. “You sure you want to go down that path?”

Taehyung licked his sweet mustache off and nodded, clearly intrigued. “Yeah, hit me with it. You look like you need all the help that you can find.”

You sighed, turning around on the couch so you were facing him — legs still against your chest. “Okay so… I went to his place...”

“Yes…”

“And... we had dinner, talked for a bit.”

“How was the talk?” He asked.

You shook your head, trying to kill the memories inside. “He didn’t let me say a word. He just went on and on about this new website he’s working on, and how expensive his wine glasses were.” You scoffed, angry at yourself for ignoring the clear red flags of an arrogant douchebag. That was what the desperate need for immediate human connection could do to someone, you thought. “Apparently it’s supposed to be the next Facebook or something. Or twitter. I honestly wasn’t paying much attention.”

He chuckled. “Starting off strong.”

“That wasn’t even the main issue,” you said, lowering your forehead so it was touching your knees. You just wanted the world to end at that moment, so you wouldn’t have to go through those experiences again. “After that, we sat on his couch and started watching a movie. And you know how that goes, we started kissing, he pushed me down and got on top of me…”

“And?” He instigated.

With a sigh, you raised your head, meeting your friend’s gaze. Taehyung thought he had never seen you look so dead inside. And he had seen a lot from you. “And he humped like… my lower abdomen for about three minutes and came in his pants.”

Taehyung cringed visibly, taking one hand to cover his mouth. “Oh, man. That’s bad.”

You nodded, strangely relieved at his reaction. Part of you was worried that you were the evil witch in that scenario, that maybe you had done something wrong. “The worst,” you agreed. “Wanna know what else?”

“What? There’s more?”

“He didn’t even ask me if I was satisfied with whatever the hell that was.” You told him, bitterness dripping from your tongue. In the grand scheme of things, that was something silly to get mad over, but the fact that your date didn’t even have the guts to ask if you had gotten something out of that was ridiculous. “Not that I could possibly be. But it’s like he didn’t care and I was just a pillow for him to hump like a… sexually repressed religious teen, I don’t know.”

Taehyung only nodded, realizing that there wasn’t much that he could say to fix the situation. “Was he a good kisser at least?”

You sneered. “I think he was trying to crush my face with his.” You glanced at your friend, only half of his face bathed by the yellow and orange shades coming from the television. Maybe a documentary about ancient history and alien expeditions wouldn’t be so bad. Worst case scenario, it would knock you out, and you wouldn’t have to think about that mess anytime soon. “Also, too much tongue, just… the amount of saliva…”

“Got it. You can stop there.” Taehyung raised one hand, his eyes closing for a second. His palm lowered and met one of your knees, standing there in a silent attempt at consolation. “I’m sorry about your terrible date experience, dude.”

“If you could even call it that.” You ran one hand through your hair, suddenly overtaken by a wave of anger. “God! I was just… so… ugh! Like… ughhhh!!”

Taehyung, bless his heart, sometimes couldn’t understand the random neanderthal sounds you threw his way. “So... what?”

At last, your makeshift protection came crumbling down, and you collapsed on the couch dramatically, legs dangling off the edge. Taehyung thought that you were being possessed for exactly two seconds before you started talking again. “I did a full body shave for this night, Taehyung. Do you realize what that means?” His lips fell open, but, before he had the chance to answer, you continued. “It means that I really wanted to get railed tonight. Actually, I wanted to find a guy who actually knew what he was doing for once in my life.”

Taehyung chuckled, trying to disperse the tension in the room. “Come on, the dating pool can’t be that bad.”

“Oh, it’s bad,” you said.

He wasn’t giving up that fast. “How bad?”

You raised your head to look him dead in the eyes, a silent threat, before finally uttering, “Try no-man-has-ever-made-me-cum bad,” and crashing your head back against the sofa.

If you weren’t so hyper-focused on your own sexual melodrama, you would have noticed the thick silence that fell between the two of you, Taehyung’s face contorting into fifty different emotions within a few seconds. He thought that he had heard it all — from the secrets hidden in Machu Picchu to the obvious extraterrestrial influence on earthy religion — but no amount of bad documentaries could ever prepare him for that revelation. That didn’t make any sense.

“Wait. Seriously?” He finally found his voice and managed to push his doubt out of his throat. “You’ve never had an orgasm before?”

You chuckled, humorless. “Oh no, I’ve had plenty of those. Just not from another person.”

“How’s that possible?” he asked.

“I ask myself that every single day.” You sighed, forcing yourself to sit back up. Taehyung was staring at you like you had just grown two extra arms, and you wondered what an amazing sex life he must’ve had for that confession to get him so confused. “Guess I’m just really bad at picking partners, who knows.”

There was a soft grunt on your throat as you fixed your position on the couch, suddenly feeling the exhaustion of your entire day piling up at once. Your gaze mindlessly traveled to the TV — a big plasma monstrosity that Taehyung had bought compulsively during a Black Friday sale — looking at a white-bearded man pointing maniacally towards a specific, round-shaped hieroglyph. You didn’t even need to hit play to know that he was making it seem like it was an UFO, but curiosity got the best of you.

“Can you pass me the remote?” You asked, pointing at the small device that laid beyond Taehyung’s body. “I kinda wanna see what—”

“I’ve made tons of girls have orgasms,” Taehyung interrupted, looking at you like he had just clicked out of a transe.

You laughed at his monotone voice. “I’m happy for you, Tae.” You leaned over his legs so you could finally reach the remote. “That wasn’t a jab at your masculinity, I’m sure you’re a very caring partner, and I’m sure there’s tons of guys out there that—”

“I can make you cum too, if you want.”

You had just grabbed the small piece of plastic when his sentence hit you like a smack in the face, making you drop the remote back on the couch, eyes widening. “You… what?”

He suddenly broke eye contact, taking one hand to massage the back of his neck. “Did that sound as creepy as I think it did?”

“A bit, yeah.” You forced out a light chuckle, trying to break the ice. There was no sign of mockery in his voice, and you didn’t know how to react. You could not say that the offer wasn’t tempting (you’d be lying if you claimed that you didn’t think Taehyung was attractive), but his proposal was so oddly-placed that it sounded like a joke. “What are you talking about?”

Taehyung sighed, turning his head to look at the television. “I just think it’s really unfair that no one has ever made you cum before.”

You smiled. “That’s very nice of you, but…”

“And I want to help you with that.” He looked back at you. Oh, he was being a hundred percent serious. There was no longer a single ounce of doubt in your mind. “We’re friends, it’s not gonna be weird. We’ve done similar stuff before.”

“We were a lot younger, though.” You didn’t know why your mouth suddenly felt so dry, your fight or flight response kicking at full strength. You could tell that Taehyung was also trying to convince himself about the strangeness of the situation. “It’s gonna be kind of weird, yeah.”

“Not if we don’t make it weird,” he threw back. Was it bad that you were actually considering it? Maybe it was the piled-up exhaustion combined with the years of sexual frustration, maybe you were finally out of your mind. But you were really considering it. “I don’t wanna pressure you, alright? Just making a friendly offer. If you don’t want it, that’s fine.”

You kind of wanted it, though. There was too much accumulated libido inside you from years and years of unsatisfying partners, and you trusted Taehyung with your entire heart. It sounded like a safe enough bet: if all went to shit and it got too awkward, you two could just stop, no hard feelings. Besides, you knew that Taehyung cared about you, which was more than you could say about all your dates in the past couple years.

And the more you stared at him, probably looking like a deer in the headlights, the more you grew soft under his presence. At once, you were hit with desires that you had never considered before: you wanted to kiss those soft lips, wanted to know how his large hands would feel around you. You really, really wanted to know how it was to have a good sexual experience with someone, and you couldn’t think of a better candidate than your best friend. Even if you still thought it could be seen as a little bit weird.

But you also kind of didn’t care.

You licked your lips, finally finding your voice after a long moment of silence. “How… how would you do it?”

Taehyung turned his head and looked at you, noticing the expectation in your eyes. “How would you want me to do it?” He asked.

You tried to think, but your mind was completely blank. What did you want him to do? What did you like? Suddenly you weren’t sure about anything anymore. “I don’t know,” you admitted, glancing down.

Taehyung smiled at your nervousness, one of his hands moving to your chin and tilting your head up. “How ‘bout I start by kissing you?” He questioned, gaze flickering to your parted lips. “Is that alright?”

There were no words in your throat, so you simply nodded, closing your eyes as he leaned in.

Taehyung’s mouth tasted of vanilla and you thought, even for a moment, that you were in paradise. The second that his tender lips met yours, your anxiety melted away, giving space to a newfound flame of desire. Taehyung kissed you softly, sensually, taking his time caressing your mouth and drowning in your heat. His hand moved to the back of your head, pressing you closer to him and leaning your head to the side so he could deepen the kiss.

He sighed heavily into your mouth when your tongues met, his other hand moving to hold your waist. The position on the couch was kind of awkward for kissing, with the two of you sitting side by side, so it wasn’t an unwelcome surprise when Taehyung tugged you onto his lap, making you straddle him.

The kiss was starting to get hungrier, messier, a small whimper dying in your mouth when his palms traveled down to cup your ass, pressing you down against his semi-hard cock. Taehyung sighed and groaned at the feeling of you on top of him, loving the way that your fingers played with his hair, your body so perfectly tight against his. If there was any hesitation before, it had completely vanished by that point.

It caught you off guard when he suddenly broke off the kiss to ask you, “Do you like any pet names?”

You blinked, taken aback. “Hm? What?”

He placed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You know, you want me to call you by something?”

You realized that Taehyung was really taking that personal service to a different level, and you couldn’t say that you were let down by it. If any of your past partners had the dignity to ask what you liked, you wouldn’t be in that position in the first place. “I… like being called ‘baby’,” you told him.

Taehyung smiled. “That’s cute. Baby it is.”

Before you had a chance to respond, Taehyung’s lips were back on yours, a dreamy sigh leaving his mouth as your tongues met once again. Only a few seconds passed before he shifted his weight to lay you down, never breaking the kiss as he positioned himself between your legs, hovering over you. Taehyung started trailing a path of kisses down your neck, his large hands slithering beneath your oversized shirt and caressing the skin of your stomach.

“Can I take this off?” He asked, tugging at your shirt.

You agreed and, within a heartbeat, that piece of clothing was already on the floor, and Taehyung was diving in to kiss the valley of your naked breasts. You moaned timidly when one of your nipples was wrapped by his lips, his tongue coming out to play with it. Taehyung’s other hand was occupied fondling your other breast, tugging and pressing down on it, and the sensations were taking over your mind.

“You have great tits,” Taehyung mumbled against your skin, switching to mouth your other nipple.

“I’m glad you like them,” you teased, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. You were letting out these cute little whimpers that were making him lose his mind. “Feels really good.”

“Yeah?” He asked, moving back to kiss his way up your neck. His tongue was hot and heavy as it danced on your skin, and you knew that those sucks he was giving you were surely gonna leave a few marks on your flesh. But you didn’t really care. “Gonna make you feel even better, baby.”

Your eyes fluttered shut at the pet name — it sounded heavenly when Taehyung used it with his deep, honeyed voice; his warm breath hitting your neck as he continued with his ministrations.

He kissed his way to your cheek, placing a small pec on your lips before saying, “Can you do something for me?”

You nodded. “What is it?”

Instead of responding right away, Taehyung’s gaze fell to your lips, and he was once again attacking them. That time, you weren’t able to hold back the whimper that you let out, your panties already glued against your core with how much he was turning you on.

One of his hands had trailed down your exposed abdomen, teasingly playing with the hem of your shorts. You held your breath when he tugged them down, bringing your underwear with it and throwing them somewhere in the living room. Taehyung grunted loudly when his fingers slipped past your folds, digging into your heat. His brain almost short-circuited because of how wet you were.

He broke the kiss and looked you deep in the eyes. “I want you to sit on my face, baby,” he said, and his request shot straight to your core. “Let me take care of you, okay?”

“Are you sure?” You asked. You had never done that before.

But Taehyung wasn’t sharing your reluctance. “Yeah,” he said, voice hoarse and eyes darkened. “Wanna taste you so bad. Sit on my face, please.”

And you didn’t need any more convincing than that. Taehyung helped you get up from the couch so he could reposition himself on it, laying flat on his back and watching as you settled yourself above him, thighs on either side of his head. The couch was the exact size for that, a little smaller and you’d have one leg dangling off the edge.

Taehyung took his hands to your thighs, running them up to your hips. His eyes were focused on your pussy, and you never felt so exposed when he started pressing you down lightly, guiding you closer to his mouth.

You held the back of the couch for support and did as he requested, lowering yourself until Taehyung had you flat on his tongue. Your breath trembled and caught in your throat when he licked a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, humming around the taste before doing it again. Taehyung was an expert at erasing your worries because, with a few more licks, he had you fully losing yourself in his sinful ministrations.

It wasn’t long until you were whining out his name, your folds lazily dragging against his tongue as you started to grind on his face. “God, Taehyung!” You called out, hand coming down to tug at his hair. Taehyung grunted in satisfaction, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shockwaves through your pussy. “That’s… that’s really nice. You’re really good at this.”

He moaned in response, closing his eyes at your words. Taehyung was eating you out like his mouth was made for it, like he was starving for your taste and you were all that he could think about. He licked you from your entrance to your clit, playing with your sensitive spots and enjoying the tremors of pleasure that ran through your thighs, his hands locked tight around your hips. You sobbed and cried over him, making special effort to keep your legs steady as you rocked yourself on his tongue.

It was only when he decided to suck on your clit that you realized how absurdly close you were. You clenched your teeth and whined out, yanking his hair harder. “Do that again, please,” you asked and Taehyung, like the good friend that he was, was quick to comply. Taehyung wrapped his mouth around your clit in a way that had you trembling over him, licking and sucking on your sensitive nub like his life depended on it. “Fuck, that’s so good, Tae. Feels so good…”

He moaned again, more desperate this time, and some part of your mind understood the pattern that he was presenting you: Taehyung really, really liked your compliments. And you had no problem giving away any more of them.

“You’re licking me so well, Tae, you’re gonna make me cum like this,” you told him, meaning every word you said. Taehyung was a Greek god beneath you, staring up at you with those dark, focused eyes as if he dared you to cum on his tongue. “God! You’re so good for me.”

And then your praises ran thin, because your mind was gravitating somewhere else — seeking for the high that was dangerously close. It was only when Taehyung started toying with your entrance, brushing two of his fingers on it, that you came undone, crying out his name like it was a personal prayer.

There was a smirk on your mouth as you came down, a flooding relief that overtook you. You never thought that you could come so hard in your life, especially when it depended on another person, and you were so, so happy to be wrong that you could cry.

With shaky legs, you removed yourself from Taehyung’s face, straddling his lap and watching as his lips glistened with your arousal. His pink tongue came out to lick them, a hum on his throat as he took in your fucked-out expression.

“You did so well, baby,” he said, placing one of his hands on your waist. “Come here.”

Obedient, you leaned in and sighed as his mouth met yours. This time, Taehyung didn’t wait to eagerly insert his tongue inside your mouth, making you taste yourself on him.

He pulled away leisurely, his voice hoarse. “Can you taste how sweet you are?” He asked. “I loved making you cum on my tongue, baby. You looked so pretty.”

Taehyung breathed out, planting kisses on your neck, one hand trailing down to squeeze your ass. You whined at his tight grip and pressed yourself down on him, feeling his hard cock poking out against the fabric of his sweats.

Taehyung groaned at the stimulation, pressing down on your asscheek again. You rolled your hips on top of him, wincing in sensitivity as his member brushed your clit. “Loved your pussy so much, baby,” he continued, sounding like he was lost in a daydream, “I can’t wait to be inside you. Bet you’d be so tight for my cock, hm?”

“Yeah,” you managed to speak. Even if you had just reached your orgasm, you were still aching to feel something inside you. You wanted Taehyung more than you could understand. “I want you to fuck me, Tae, please.”

He breathed out, his hands tightening around your flesh as you rolled your pussy against his cock once again. Taehyung looked like he was one heartbeat away from completely losing his self control, and hearing you beg for him to fuck you wasn’t doing him any favors. “Gonna need to lie down for me, baby,” he asked.

With a few more shifts on the couch, Taehyung had you beneath him once again, your legs open for him as he removed his shirt and pants. It wasn’t long before his cock sprung free from its confinement, standing erect. You licked your lips at the lustful sight, pussy clenching in anticipation as you took him in — Taehyung was big. Bigger than anyone you’ve ever had, that’s for sure; long and thick and already leaking for you.

You would’ve cried out in need if he didn’t interrupt you. “What are you looking at?” Taehyung asked, the ghost of a smile creeping up on his lips.

Your stare oscillated toward his own. “That’s why you have such a good track record, your cock is huge.” You bit your lip, thinking about how good he would feel inside you. You didn’t know how it was possible, but you were pretty sure the last time you’ve seen his cock — back in the dark ages of your freshman year of college — it wasn’t as big as that. Or maybe you just didn’t have anything to compare it to.

“Hey, I just used my tongue on you, don’t ignore my efforts,” Taehyung teased, wrapping one of his hands around his member so he could pump himself a few times. The playful atmosphere swiftly shifted back, and, when he spoke up again, his voice was deeper. “You think you can take it?”

“Yeah, I can,” you said. You couldn’t be sure, but you were sure going to try.

Taehyung hummed, moving a bit closer so he could brush his tip against your pussy, coating it with your wetness. You closed your eyes in expectation, knowing that you’d love the stretch he would give you.

“You want it?” He asked, a touch of desperation covering his words. Taehyung was nearing his breaking point, and the fluttering of your pussy on his cock was making him go insane. “Want my cock inside your tight little cunt, baby?”

You nodded, frantic. The brushing of his thick tip on your hole was becoming too much, your walls clenching around nothing, seeking for something to fill you up. “Yes, fuck, I want it so bad.”

“Are you tight for me, baby?” He was trying to prolong that moment for as much as he could, keep the pretty face you made when you pleaded for him to fuck you burned in the back of his head. Making you cum once was a victory he would take forever, but making you cum around his cock might as well be his life’s biggest achievement. “Ready for me to fuck you?”

You cried out when he started pressing himself inside you, guiding his crown inside your pussy, then stopping. “Yes, Tae, just put it all in, please,” you whined, hands fumbling for support on his broad shoulders. Taehyung already had you clenching around nothing, you didn’t know what else he wanted from you. “Please, please, fuck me.”

Taehyung chuckled, looking down at where you two met. He was only human, and his self control was short lived. “Since you asked so nicely…”

Your back arched off the sofa as you felt the delicious drag of his large cock inside you, opening you up gradually, taking its time before filling you up to the brim. You gasped and sobbed at the overwhelming feeling, nails digging on the skin of his back as Taehyung groaned besides your ear.

“Fuck, that’s so good.” He let out a shaky breath, and you swore you never heard his voice get so husky before. “I just slipped right in. You’re so fucking wet.”

Your mind was an apocalypse of confused thoughts and forgotten exclamations, eyes fluttering shut as you dove into the sensation of Taehyung inside you — his hips angling backwards, tilting up just enough so he could move himself away from you core, only to come slamming back inside. The stretch of his cock was amazing, it was making you drunk, and all that you could think about was how much pleasure it was giving you.

“So-So big—“ you muttered, half aware that the words actually left your lips.

“How do you like it, uh?” Taehyung asked, his voice dripping sin and hunger. You could tell that he, too, was getting carried away by the feeling, his hips rutting themselves against you at a lazy pace. “Gonna give it to you any way you want it, baby.”

You bit your lip, a small moan leaving your mouth when Taehyung leaned closer to you, distributing hot kisses on your neck. You swore you’d be happy if you died then. “I like it rough,” you answered.

He groaned, apparently satisfied with your response. “Whatever you want.”

Taehyung got to his knees on the couch, deciding to put one foot on the ground for support, his hands raising your hips to help him reach even deeper inside you. Faster than your brain could compute, the shallow, lazy pace he had sat was being replaced with a harsh, fast pumping that made you cry out his name, eyes closing in sheer bliss.

“Tae! Yes, yes, just like that,” you sobbed, running one hand through your hair. You felt like your body was floating, every cell of your body overheating with the amazing pleasure that Taehyung was giving you. You never had someone fucking you so hard, his cock pistoning inside you, your body bobbing up and down on the couch.

Taehyung’s eyes were glued to the bouncing of your breasts as he continued to fuck you, a deep groan leaving his chest. “That’s it, take it,” he moaned out, quickening his pace even more. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth opening in a silent scream. “Gonna make you cum so hard around my cock, baby. Gonna fuck you until you cry. Want that?”

“Yes, yes, please,” you moaned. “Feels so good, Tae.”

“You like my cock, baby? Like it filling you up?” He asked and you could only nod pathetically, your entire body too fucked out to even respond. “F-fuck, your pussy is so good. Tell me that you love my cock.”

“I love your cock,” you whined, feeling like a complete hot mess under his thrusts. “I — fuck! — I love your cock so much, Tae, it’s so big.”

Your words motivated him to fuck you even harder, his member hitting even deeper inside you. Taehyung was getting lost in the stretch of your pussy around him, the glorious sounds you were making, the lust that coated your face every time you called out his name.

“Shit, I don’t know how anyone could look at you like this and not want to see that pretty face cum.” He was breathing out hard, grunting every time your cunt tightened around him. Taehyung wanted to see you like that forever, taking his cock like a good girl, creaming all over him and begging to do it again. You were wrapping around him so perfectly, taking all of him so well, that he didn’t think he’d manage to move on from that anytime soon. “So fucking hot.”

Taehyung chased after your high like a starving man looking for food, experimentally changing the angle and force of his thrusts to see what would get the best reaction out of you. At last, after a pathetically loud cry from your part after he raised your legs up, it seemed as if he had found it. “I bet you’d be so tight cumming around my cock, baby,” he was thinking out loud at that point, trying to make sense of the pretty sounds and expressions you were giving him so eagerly. He wanted nothing more than to see you cum — it was personal at that point. “I wanna feel you cum around me, baby. Wanna feel it so bad.”

“I’m c-close.” Your nails dug into his shoulders, eyes closing tightly. There was a light heat in your cheeks and sweat on your forehead that was making Taehyung wonder if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. “You’re so good, T-Tae, you’re fucking me so well…”

Taehyung thought that he could cum right then and there, pushed over the edge with those sweet words alone. He loved being good to you, loved making you feel things that no one else managed to before. He was intoxicated by that sense of superiority, drowning in your praise. He wished that he could fuck you forever.

“Cream my cock, baby, come on,” he pushed you on, his words hanging somewhere between an order and a breathless plea. You were getting so tight around him that it was making him crazy, your wetness coating his cock and dripping down between your legs like his own personal brand of aphrodisiac. “You can do it, come on. I wanna see you cum so bad.”

You smiled at him, a cute, fucked-out smirk that made Taehyung go to heaven and back. “So good for me, Tae, you’re so big,” you said, your voice so needy and high-pitched. Your orgasm was looming over you, pressing down on your lower body and making you see stars. It was only a matter of time before Taehyung got you crying out his name, back arching off the couch and mouth falling open in delirium. “Tae! Fuck! Don’t stop, please, I’m gonna—“

But your warning came a second too late, because you were already spasming around his length, body shaking as Taehyung thrusted hard inside you. Just as expected, you were absolutely fucking gorgeous when you came — all quivering lips and rolling eyes —, and Taehyung was beyond satisfied to know that he was the only one who saw that pretty face of yours.

“That’s it, baby, fuck.” Taehyung was starting to feel his own high approaching, called by the delicious tightening and releasing of your pussy around him. His thrusts were messy and harsh; his sweaty hair falling over his eyes like a cascade. “Can I cum inside you, baby? Can I fuck you full of my cum?”

You noticed the desperation in his tone and, with the throbbing of his member inside you, you knew that he wasn’t far. “Yes, please,” you said. “You were so good for me, Tae, you can cum wherever you want.”

And it was that final taste of praise that pushed Taehyung over his limit; waves upon waves of cum filling you up as he rode out his high. “God— fuck!” He cried out, drunk on the feeling of your walls milking the last drops of cum out of his cock. A few lazy pumps later, and he was collapsing on top of you with a mumbled, “F-Fuck.”

There was an instant of silence after his orgasm, the quietude only filled by Taehyung’s heavy breathing. You took one hand to his head, caressing the strands as a smile blossomed on your lips. “Well, I believe you now,” you said playfully. “I’m sure you made a bunch of girls orgasm.”

Taehyung chuckled, breathless. “Thank you, I try,” he said, looking up at you. The darkness in his gaze was gone, and it was just your best friend staring back at you. “You alright?”

“I’m great,” you admitted. You never felt so good in your life. “You?”

“Fantastic, thanks for asking.” He leaned back so he could sit up, running one hand through his disheveled hair before saying, “I’m gonna grab you a towel, hang on.”

Taehyung left you for a couple minutes before coming back to clean you up, tenderly wiping away the mess you two had created. After he was done, he discarded the towel on the floor and crawled back to rest on your chest once again.

There was a comforting quietude that floated in the atmosphere, only filled by the muffled buzzing of his freezer and the vague sound of raindrops drumming on the window. You didn’t really know how to deal with that entire situation, didn’t know how things would stay between the two of you. But, at that point, you made the decision to keep those worries for the following morning and, instead, just enjoy his warmth radiating all around you.

The glorious silence, at last, was broken when Taehyung started mumbling against your breasts. “Hey, ___?” He called.

“Yeah?”

“How many dates have you been on?”

You hummed, thinking for a moment. “Ever?”

Taehyung made a clicking sound with his tongue. “I don’t know, like, this past year.”

“Uh… like… five or six? I think?” You answered, looking down to meet his gaze. You knew that wicked expression very well. “Why?”

He smiled. “Because we have a lot of shitty dates to make up for.”

#bts fic #bts smut #taehyung smut #taehyung fic #bts #taehyung #kim taehyung #taehyung x you #taehyung x reader #bts x you #bts x reader #reader insert #smut #au #taehyung au #bts au

5K notes · View notes

scott-mccall-the-hot-girl · 3 years

Text

my ultimate guide to thiam fic !!

( as a new teen wolf stan )

the classic post war, long ass (multi chapter) fic !!with great development that genuinely made me laugh out loud, they have the best friendship in this & i love it very much. ( like theo teaches liam to drive and i just *happy sobs* ) a fundamental in thiam fanfiction !! all stans have probably already read it but if you haven’t this is in fact a threat ,, go show this vv iconic story some love !!

Airplanes - Captainmintyfresh

Summary: After the Anuk-ite and the hunters are dealt with Liam needs a break. Cue Theo and a road trip that Liam should know better than to think will be peaceful.

Not Rated, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, 43/43 Chapters, Words: 236,875 (236k)

okay okay so this one is also post 6B !! but ,, now we introduce fighting monroe & the hunters again ,, so we get the boys & a new mission !! so if you like an intresting plot 11/10 would recommend !! just to be clear this ISN’T complete ,, if that turns you off i understand but definitely give this one a read !! it litterally have theo doing crossword puzzles & fighting zombies

Vacancy Signs - LovelyLittleGrim

Summary: Theo and Liam are in Manhattan negotiating a pack allyship when the zombie apocalypse breaks out. Now, the two of them have to find their way back to Beacon Hills without getting eaten by zombies or killing one another.

Rated: Explicit, Graphic Description of Violence, Not Completed, 15/17 Chapters, Words: 89,605 (89k)

Royalty AU !! I REPEAT ROYALTY AU !! a fantastic au where i stan their moms more than i stan them !! genuinely so good at the childhood rivals to lovers trope !! i’m genuinely obsessed with this one. has made me cry more than once ,, hurts in a good way <3 the ending is just *chefs kiss* also one of the tags is genuinely: # theo and liam make bad choices for over 130k straight !! if that doesn’t sound appealing i don’t know what does !!

Artificial Love - songbvrd

Summary: Prince Theo and Prince Liam are forced to spend every Summer together from age five onwards. They hate each other, and usually find ways to make each other miserable as much as possible in their six weeks together. But when they're reunited because of intended unions as adults, things change. They're both supposed to be married to noble women, but neither of them is as interested in anyone else as they are with their childhood rival.

Rated: Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, Chapters: 32/32, Words: 172,935 (172k)

so if you are in the mood for a crack fic that’s not explicitally a crack fic this is for you !! okay so i’m really hit or miss with AU’s ,, sometimes i feel like they don’t quite capture the characters right but this story have the BEST dramatic liam i have ever seen in my life !! basically they all live in the same apartment building & it’s fantastic !! i saw this one floating around a lot but the summary didn’t really unrest me until i have it a shot !! so go read it rn !! also nolan & brett are genuinely fantastic and make me wheeze ,, LIKE ACTUALLY VERBALLY LAUGHING !! all i’m gonna say is that my fav characters are scott & the beetles but that won’t make actual sense until you read it !!

The Neighbors Song - TheodoreR

Summary: “I always hear you singing on your balcony every morning, but suddenly you’ve stopped?”

Or the one where Theo annoys Liam every morning with his awful singing until he doesn’t anymore and Liam is even more annoyed. Liam hates every single thing about his mornings -the fact that they happen in the morning alone is enough. The thing Liam hates the most about his mornings though is the terrible voice of the guy who lives below him. He can’t sing for shit and Liam tried to politely let him understand that by throwing flour and water on his balcony, and also by shouting it to him, you can’t sing for shit!, and then by writing it into a note he proceeded to attach to his door, but this Raeken guy just keeps doing it, every single morning, like a fucking rooster. Liam did nothing to deserve this. He probably didn’t do anything to deserve better either to be fair, he doesn’t expect to open his window and be welcomed by some angelic voice singing him good morning, he’d just be happy with nothing. Silence. That’s something Liam can appreciate in mornings. Just some bark from his dog and the sound of his misery and that’s it. But no, god forbid the new guy lets him have that.

Rated: Explicit, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Wanrings, Completed, 8/8 Chapters, Words: 42,814 (42k)

me: i’m not a big fan of AU’s ,, proceeds to talk about ANOTHER au… OKAY BUT THIS ONE !! it’s not complete but the author has been updating regularly ,, vv slow burn !! but in a REALLY intresting way !! i lOVE LIAM IN THIS SO MUCH ,, he is such a diaster of a person and it’s wonderful !! they have a great dynamic & i’m sucker for general puppy pack content ( and erica reyes being a badass ) !! also theo plays lacrosse in this & i really like it ahhhhh ,, also liam is just being an artic monkeys stan the whole time & theo is like *que confused repressed gay noises*

Inglorious Roommates - honeyscape

Summary: A roommate is defined as “a person with whom one shares a room.”

Theo would say a roommate was more along the lines of, “The person who's the bane of his existence. The weirdo that sleeps for days. The spaz that exercises at 3am. The guy with a revolving door of annoying friends. An insufferable human being that Theo has no control over living in his room.”

Example: Theo hates his roommate Liam.

okay okay i hate myself but i have another WIP for y’all !! this one is jUST FANTASTIC. i’m genuinely so upset it’s most likely not going to updated again *incoherent screaming ensues*. for this story ,, it’s very theo-centric bUT thats bc it ends right before liam becomes a concrete member of the story !! ANYWAY: basic plot = theo & acquiring not one but two children ,, so #dad theo but he is still crusty & homeless and i love him very much. it’s just so GOOD !! just read if you want to experience my fav theo coming out story & him etching high school musical

Look who's talking - Captainmintyfresh

Summary: Theo had been labeled many things in his life. Evil, failure, monster. He'd never thought Father would be one of those things but as he looked across the table to a six year old with blue smears of bubble gum icecream across her face trying to coax the first words out of her sister. Finger jabbing towards Theo's face as she repeated 'Daddy' again and again he couldn't bring himself to dispute the label.

(Theo accidentally adopts two young werewolves)

Not Rated, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Not Completed, Chapters: 16/?, Words: 48740 ( 48k )

so here me out: post-canon ( poetry like angst ) summer get away !! just the boys doing cute little domestic things together whilst pining !! theo’s guilt in this is just so powerful & aGjffkgkkfkvkdlv !! i think it’s so interesting to see how they interact in this one, it’s just very heart warming !! and it features one of my favorite niche teen wolf tropes of theo being great with like seven year old girls- it’s just so good ,, very much a wonderful little one shot that just makes your heart happy.

(next time i see you you'll show me) a hundred different ways to say the same things - cherrysprite

Summary: “...You deserve good things,” Liam says eventually. He makes sure not to look at Theo even though he can feel his eyes turn on him. Somehow he can already tell that Theo doesn’t believe him.

Liam instantly makes that the goal of this summer - making Theo believe him.

Rating: Teen and Up, No Archive Warnings Apply, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 28875 ( 28k )

okay so this next section of fic recs is a bit different !!

two of my favorite authors !! and a compilation of fics i’ve read by them both !!

for context: these two have written some genuinely gorgeous fics, like pure poetry, they explore the real gritty & scary side of our boys relationship in such a wonderful way. they’ve both used some of my favorite tropes & i love them very much !!

whenever i need something soothing but so genuinely intresting & enticing these are my go to !! ( also they both write a lot of good nolan angst & some vv good fics with hayden )

go check out:

eneiryu

as well as fallingforboys

here are some of my favorite fics by them ~

darling i want you here in my arms (kiss the pain away, i know you can) - fallingforboys

even before you touched me, i belonged to you (all you had to do was look at me) - fallingforboys

memories linger like tattoo scars (but your touch on my skin is just as permanent) - fallingforboys

skin, bones, a stolen heart, and an ugly creature lurking underneath -fallingforboys

i don't know how to breathe in the place i called home - fallingforboys

whisper your gossamer truths into the shadow, maybe you'll find the answers you're searching for - fallingforboys

between the mountains and the valley we built a monument to our regret - eneiryu

cracked the hinges of the cage and waited for you - eneiryu

okay and finally: since i am a self centered whore

my own fic: an rendition of the # elevator scene

it’s basically my version of post canon if we did get the kiss in the elevator. we got a classic liam pov in which he is has 12/10 for extreme bi diaster energy even whilst being shot at !! so go him ig…

Fuck Off, Fuck This & Fuck It! - nefelibata_peach

Summary: Liam thought to himself heart rate climbing, they were bound to be dead by morning. So he thought with everything but his brain and he kissed him.

Where Liam Dunbar is very confused, slightly traumatized, and just a bit scared but hey, aren't they all! Bad decisions ensue as two boys fight in a war they never did sign up for.

Rating: Teen and Up, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 3558 ( 3k )

#this took me so long #please go read these or i’ll cry #fan fiction #fan fic recs #teen wolf fic recs #thiam fanfiction #thiam fic recs #thiam #theo raeken #liam dunbar #theo x liam #teen wolf fandom #teen wolf gay #teen wolf #ao3 #fuck you fuck this & fuck it #thiam fanfic rec #thiam fanfic #thiam is endgame

334 notes · View notes