#and hope my dreams chill the fuck out because honestly what even was the other night. what was that.
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science brain vs hopeless romantic brain, who will win
#picturing them both going for it at the same time#eddie leaning in for a romantic kiss and then frank just fucking bites him#peak humor. to Me.#scribble salad#welcome home#franklydear#one last scribble before bed.... one more meme....#the sun is Up but i stay doodling#except not anymore bc im gonna go be unconscious#and hope my dreams chill the fuck out because honestly what even was the other night. what was that.#im Used to death dreams but jeebus criminy on a crisis cracker.#didn't even get to taste the salmon morsels either smh
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📖 + "I think... I'm in love with (Name)" || "Congrats on being the last one to find out" prompt w eddie omgomgomg💗 also congrats on 400 angel <33
thank you my loveee 💖💖💖
here comes, hope you like it! (a little dialogue heavy, sorry for that!)
join the celebration!
every day for us, something new
"Gonna make some more popcorn, guys! Get the next one ready," you said, getting up from the couch where you were sitting between Eddie and Argyle.
"Get me another coke, please!" Robin, from the floor, asked.
"Oh, get me another beer, sweetums, will 'ya?" Eddie joined in.
"No one else ask me anything, I don't have hands for more!" you exclaimed before leaving for the kitchen.
Movie nights were routine at this point. After all the trauma and the babysitting and the saving the world, the least you all deserved were some fun nights chilling with your friends. Steve or Nancy would host, you'd all take turns choosing movies for the week, and you'd get together to watch and gossip and just be around each other in non-threatening ways. There was no bond like the one created between life-or-death situations.
Eddie's eyes followed you as you walked out of Steve's living room. Jonathan chuckled.
"What?" Eddie asked and Nancy and Robin groaned in unison.
"You are. So. Dense," Nancy complained.
"I don't think he's dense, I think he's just stupid," Robin completed. Eddie hated how she and Nancy came to sharing a single braincell lately.
"C'mon, let's take it easy on our brochacho. The matters of the heart aren't easy," Argyle said, words all considerate but his smirk was nothing but teasing, and Eddie wanted them all to just shut the fuck up.
There was a loud noise from the kitchen, and Eddie was up on his feet in an instant.
"Don't worry, I'm okay!" you called out before anyone could even say anything, to Eddie's relief, and he sat down again.
All of his friends were looking at him funny. What was this plot against him, honestly?
"What's going on?" he asked, waving his arms around in annoyance.
"Dude. Use a single neuron. You'll understand," Steve advised, letting out a dramatically exhausted sigh.
Eddie just stared back at them, one at a time, for several minutes. Trying to find the answers in one of his friends' eyes, or just hoping to be scary enough to make them tell him at once.
"I can't do this, he's the dumbest man alive," Jonathan said after a long while in silence.
What were you even doing in the kitchen for such a long time? Popcorn gets ready in like, five minutes.
"He's never been in love before, maybe he just doesn't recognize it," Steve pitched in, and he knew that information because Eddie had told him once.
What did it have to do with anything?
"What does being in love has anything to do with this? Who's in love here? No one's in lov-" he started, and then he stopped.
Thought about your smile, and that funny little laugh you saved only for his stupid jokes. The way you'd hug him tighter and longer than everyone else. The way you and Robin shared perfumes, a fragrance he didn't really like much, but on you he'd love - something about the way it'd interact with your natural skin smell, and it intoxicated him in the best of ways. He thought about how soft your skin was, and how he loved when you ran your fingers through his hair. He thought about how he thought about you first thing when he woke up, and he thought about you last thing before sleeping. How he thought about you even when asleep - how he'd dream of you, and him, your hands clasped together, your lips on his.
"Oh my god, I think I'm in love," he muttered.
"Congrats on being the last one to find out," Nancy answered. He just looked at her, freezing, hands trembling a little. "What are you thinking about so much, just go!" She nodded at the kitchen and, once again, Eddie was up on his feet in an instant.
He practically ran to the other room.
"Steve, your cabinets are a nightmare," you said, back turned to the door as you heard steps.
"Not Steve," he said, and you turned to face him. That smile, the one reserved just for him, on your lips.
"Eddie! Here to help me? Does anyone want something else?"
He just shook his head and walked closer to you. Took your hand on his, and your skin was just as soft as he thought about constantly.
"Is everything okay?" you asked.
He nodded, "Yeah, just came to a realization."
"Care to share with the class?" your words all teasing but your smile was nothing but sweet. He wanted to kiss you.
"I want to kiss you," he said out loud.
Your smile grew wider, "Well, do it, then."
And he did. And it was so much better than in his dreams. Yous lips were soft and tasted of whatever soda you were drinking, and your hands craddled his neck and you sure could feel his pulse going a million miles per second. But he didn't care, because you seemed eager for more, tongue poking at his lips and he let you in, and it was like fireworks exploding inside his head. He feelt fuzzy, and warm all over, and the happiest he's ever been. Because he's in love with you, he realized, and he was kissing you and you were kissing him back.
It felt like years before you separated, both panting a little.
"Oh, man, I like you so much," you mumbled, lips still almost pressed to his so he feelt every vibration in each of your words. It tingled him, head to toe, in and out.
"That's my realization," he responded, and you gave him another peck, and another one, and you were kissing him again when you heard steps behind you.
"C'mon, slow lovebirds, where's my damn popcorn? I wanna watch the sequel!" Robin showed up, picked up the popcorn bowl and her coke before leaving again.
You and Eddie laughed, and you gave him another peck, and another one, and you were kissing him again.
Neither of you got to watch much of the sequel.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson ficlet#stranger things#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fic#stranger things ficlet#lui's strange celebration#lsc 📖#lui writes
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can you write something of jack x shy!reader that are either working on a romcom together or she’s his interviewer?
hi! i actually really like how this turned out. hope you like it too💓
enchanted to meet you — jack champion
word count: 1,409
pairing: jack champion x fem!interviewer!reader
summary: y/n feels scared for her first job as an interviewer but jack’s warming demeanour makes her feel more comfortable as the interview goes on.
Y/N’S HANDS WERE SHAKY AND SHE CONSTANTLY HAD TO RUB THEM ON HER DRESS BECAUSE OF HOW SWEATY THEY WERE. To be fair, she was only 18 years old and doing her first interview. It was very sudden, she just started working on this known magazine and the woman who was supposed to go to the Scream premiere had an accident so they just sent the only person available: Y/N Y/L. And of course the person she had to interview was Jack fucking Champion—the six foot tall boy with unbelievable gorgeous factions and a killer smile.
Y/N was probably the youngest person in there. Everyone seemed to know each other and she was just there, alone and feeling extremely scared and anxious. She used to have a plan—start getting over her shyness with chill interviews so that in the future she could be ready to interview famous celebrities. But no, she was straight off sent to the premiere of one of the most successful franchises of all time. She was going to throw up.
The silhouette of the boy started to make his way to her “Hi!” his excited voice greeted her, pulling her out of her thoughts.
Y/N looked up, her eyes meeting a very bright brown set of eyes. The boy was even prettier in person (and taller). He was wearing a white tank top below his stylish black jacket and black trousers. He was so handsome. And did she mention he was really tall?
“Hi, sorry. I was lost in my thoughts” she apologised, her cheeks already turning red. That was a typical feature of her—always expect her to blush, her blood always betrayed her.
Jack was instantly enchanted by her sweet and soft voice. He had never felt so nervous during an interview—probably because he had never been interviewed by someone his age, and certainly not by anyone close to being as breathtaking as her.
“It’s okay” he assured her, his smile so shiny it almost blinded her.
Y/N smiled thankful “First, I’d like to congratulate you on your movie! I got to see you on Avatar and thought you did an amazing job. It’s fantastic that you got to work in such iconic franchises! Were you a fan of the Scream movies before getting the role?” her voice, thankfully, didn’t show how insanely nervous she was. But the hand holding the mic certainly did. Jack noticed her shaky grip, and he wanted so bad to put his hand on hers to comfort her, but he knew it would be too much.
“Thank you so much, you’re really sweet. And yeah, it’s honestly a dream come true” Jack pulled his dazzling smile and Y/N couldn’t help but take a quick look at it. He had perfect teeth, holy shit. “I watched the movies before we started filming and I absolutely loved them!”.
“Can I ask who your favourite Ghostface is?” Y/N questioned him. Very original, Y/N, she said to herself. Why did they hire her? She was really not qualified for this.
“Oh, I love that question!” Jack exclaimed. “You know, I always say Stu but now that I have re-watched the movies and read some opinions online, I also really like Jill! What are yours?”
Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise, she was not expecting him to ask her questions. It wasn’t usual during interviews for reporters to be questioned “Oh- I- I think Roman, Stu and Jill” she answered nervously. His eyes were so strongly focused on her that she almost melted on the spot.
“Roman is also a really good choice. You have great taste! And by the way, I love your outfit” Jack complimented her, looking at the black dress—it was like the one Courtney Cox used at the beginning of Scream 2. Y/N stood still. Did he know the effect those words had on her? Because she was two seconds away from collapsing.
“Thank you for saying that… your outfit is amazing too” she brushed it off with a little laugh.
“Thank you! Look, I have ghostface socks!” he said in an enthusiastic tone. She look down to see the black socks with patters of the mask and couldn’t help but smile.
“That’s adorable” the comment slipped out of her mouth before she could stop it. But far from being uncomfortable, Jack’s smile grew bigger. “Did you all know who was playing Ghostface from the beginning or was it something you found out towards the end of the shooting?”
“Actually, we didn’t know who would be playing Ghostface until the revealing scene” he answered, and admired the way her eyes shone in awe. “I take it you are a really big fan of the franchise”.
Y/N let out a nervous laugh, feeling a bit embarrassed “Is my enthusiasm that readable? I’m sorry, I literally grew up watching those movies”
“And now you are at the premiere interviewing the cast! That’s amazing!” he exclaimed loudly.
His happy aura was really contagious and it made her feel a little less shy “Well, thank you, Jack. Do you have any future projects?”
“Yes! I actually did a movie with Liam Neeson that will be coming out soon called Retribution and another one called Freaky Tales! So yeah, I’m very excited” he balanced on his feet.
“That’s amazing! Congratulations” Y/N gave him a genuine smile. Then they heard someone calling his name, telling him it was time to go. “Thank you for you time, Jack. Hope you felt comfortable”.
“I did! It was fun, and you were excellent” Jack smiled down at her. The team kept calling him but he wouldn’t move, trying to decide if he should just ask for her instagram or if it would be too weird. Maybe she had a partner, god he hoped not. Before he could even ask her name, Mason came to him and grabbed his arm.
“Jack, we have to go” his friend told him. Jack sighed, waving at the beautiful interviewer and cursing himself for not being quick enough.
Y/N turned around, ready to walk back to the van, completely wonderstruck by the charming young actor. She just prayed that wasn’t the last time they saw each other.
THE INTERVIEW WENT VIRAL IN LESS THAN AN HOUR, AND EVEN FOR A FAMOUS COMPANY, IT WAS UNEXPECTED. The people were going wild on the comment section, pointing out how the actor looked at his interviewer in complete amazement. No one would have thought it was going to have such a repercussion. Especially not Y/N.
championslover man was in AWE
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landrydaylight pls the way he looks at her i need them to be together!!!
liked by masonthegooding, jennaortega, baileybass, jamieflatters and more.
haunted.ethan “look, i have ghostface socks” really jack??? 😂😂😂
devyn_nekoda i can’t believe he said that omg
jackchampion I WAS NERVOUS OKAY LET ME BE
ghostfacelandry the evolution on this two min interview was so heartwarming??? like she was really shy at first but then you could tell she got used to his presence omg i adore them
jacksrep the way she blushes!! girl is honestly strong cause i would’ve passed out from having him in front of me
spiderboyjack let’s go to the important thing: does anyone have her insta????
championslover i just found it, it’s y/n.y/l/n (holy shit she’s so pretty!!!)
jacksgf oh jack… i get it now!!!
jackchampion championslover thank you for your service 🫡
championslover oh he’s down BAD
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jackchampion started following you
Y/N stared at the notification in shock. And then her heart stopped when she saw another notification, this time it was a direct message.
hey! it’s jack
i really wanted to get your instagram the day of the interview but honestly i was too scared
hi jack!
well, i’m glad your fandom (who honestly should be called by the fbi) found it.
hahaha me too tbh
and i’m going to be forward, i can’t stop thinking about you ever since the interview and it was killing me that i didn’t even get your name (by the way i’m praying you don’t have a partner).
i can’t stop thinking about you either (nope, i’m single)
you made me feel really comfortable, and that is not something i can say about a lot of people… especially not those who i talked to for two minutes
i don’t know.. you give that special kind of vibe very few people have
you know how to make someone blush ☺️
i heard it was your first interview. i can’t believe it, you were amazing!
thank you! i was so nervous but it could’ve gone way worse
you made it easier, you were really sweet
i’m glad i was your first interview then :)
i was wondering if you’d like to have dinner with me tomorrow? i’d really like to get to know you better
i would love to, jack!
great! send me your address and i’ll pick you up at seven.
can’t wait 🤍
me neither😫 wanna facetime???
sure! text me xxx xxxx
#jack champion#ethan landry#jack champion x y/n#jack champion fluff#jack champion x reader#jack champion imagine#jack champion oneshot#jackchampion#jack champion fanfic#scream 6#scream iv#ethanlandry
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song 35! candy (nct dream) + nishimura riki (spotify wrapped event)
honestly, today's the day, i’m gonna break up with you, i’m going to go see you, hope you'll understand
closest to a happy niki fic we’ll get i guess 😢 but happy birthday to the coolest guy on the planet (a year younger than me and still eating up my whole life’s achievements in one fancam) 🥳 requested by @sammm5225
“I love you.”
Riki freezes. What. Why did I say that? Did I just say that?
He did, in fact, just say that, and his face flushes as yours does too.
“W-what?”
Well, he has to commit to it now. “I love you,” he repeats.
Your cheeks redden even further and he can’t help but feel his stomach flutter. “I love you too,” you say, and Riki knows he’s absolutely fucked.
Because there’s no way he just said that, not now, not the day when he was supposed to break up with you.
Nishimura Riki woke up this morning with a warm feeling in his chest. He felt different today. The sun was shining on his face and the air was crisp and he felt light as his feet touched down on the floor. It was a good day, as good a day as any, but something was different about it. He checked his phone and saw a text from you.
Y/N: hii are we still on for today??
Right. Your date at the park today. He felt a twinge of guilt. He totally forgot about that, if he was being honest. He realised now that he’s barely even thought of you the last few days. Was that why you were asking?
Part of him wanted to cancel, because at that moment, Riki just didn’t really want to be around you. Not that he dislikes you, but he thought he’d rather stay home and just chill while watching a movie, or go to the dance studio or play football with his friends.
Riki looked at himself in the mirror in his room. His eyes shifted to the polaroid stuck in the top left corner. It was a photo of the two of you. You’re both smiling and you have a peace sign up next to your face, while his arm is looped around you and his hand is pinching your cheek on the other side.
He smiled at it with some fondness, but even that wasn’t enough to stir his heart. Nishimura Riki is not the type to make impulse decisions. But he does like to base them off of the logistics, and the fact was that he didn’t think he felt anything for you anymore. He still cared about you for sure, and he hoped that you’d still talk sometimes, but the jig was up. The expiration date on your relationship had passed and he thought that today might be the day to throw it away.
He picked up his phone and sent a quick affirmative text. Short and sweet, but not enough to make you think he was super excited for it. Because he was not excited, of course! What kind of psycho would be excited to break up with someone?
“But it is a beautiful day,” he admitted to himself as he walked down the street. The park wasn’t too far from his house, and he wanted to enjoy the time to himself on this lovely walk. Then, as he walked under the shade of a tree, something dropped right in front of him. He looked down and saw a tiny puddle of white and green liquid, right in front of his shoe. Bird poop. Riki stared down in disbelief. Well, thank god it didn’t land on him. They say this is good luck anyway, or something like that.
He stepped over it with a wrinkled nose and continued to walk down the street with his hands in his jacket pockets. By the time he arrived at the park, he could already make out your figure waiting on a bench. You were wearing a parka and your nice jeans, and your hair was neatly styled, and Riki felt a little bad that you put so much effort in. He’d try and let you down easy, he thought.
“Hi Y/N.”
“Riki, hey!” you greeted him with a pretty smile and stand to meet him. When he approached, he felt a jolt of shock when you grab his hand and lean towards him. Before he could stop you, you’d kissed him square on the mouth. Something tickled at his heart and he blinked in surprise before regaining his composure. Okay, this is fine. You’re fine, Riki. Be normal.
“I- uh, do you wanna go get some ice cream?” he asked. Yes, back on track. He’d get a jump on the gun so once he’d broken up with you, you would already be equipped with some dessert to console you. Maybe that’d soften the blow.
“Sure,” you beamed.
Riki led the way to the ice cream truck. He ordered your favourite for you without thinking, and regretted it instantly when you gave his hand a squeeze and leaned into his side.
“Aw, you two make a cute couple,” said the ice cream vendor as he handed you the ice cream.
“Thank you,” you said back.
Yeah, thanks a lot, ice cream guy, Riki thought bitterly. This was not going to be easy. But he knew what he wanted, and he had to stay strong.
As the two of you made your way to a spot under the tree where you usually sit, he steeled himself. He could totally do this.
His ice cream was left untouched as you both sat on the grass and he looked at you happily eating away. Okay, here goes nothing.
“Hey Y/N? I need to talk to you about something.”
You looked a little surprised at his sombre tone but you nodded anyway. Riki’s heart was beating very fast and he’d starting to panic a little bit. Okay, a lot. God, I’m about to go into cardiac arrest. He could see the headlines now. Nishimura Riki dies of heart failure at 18.
He looked out at the park, the grass green, the sun shining above him. The sky was so clear, so beautiful, and his heart seemed to stop for a moment, almost as if being rebooted before it started back up at a mostly normal pace. Something shifted inside him and he wasn’t sure what it was, but he was turning and looking at you and suddenly you looked like the most beautiful person in the world.
Your eyes were wide and glistening like some sort of anime character and your lips looked so pink and kissable, and now his mouth was opening before he’d even realised it.
“I love you.”
“W-what?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
He’s speechless. You’re blushing and he can feel himself doing the same. Well, he messed that up. But it’s okay. He can work with this. Nishimura Riki swears he will never leave your side again. That’s a promise.
once again happy birthday ni-ki ‼️‼️ AND HAPPY CANDY SEASON EVERYONE START LISTENING TO CANDY YOU CAN ONLY STOP ON DEC 31ST 🍬
#nishimura riki x reader#niki x reader#nishimura riki#niki#niki enhypen#enhypen niki#enhypen#enhypen imagine#enhypen x reader#enhypen imagines#niki imagines#riki nishimura x reader#enha x reader#enha imagines#enha#written works !#2023 spotify wrapped event !
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i neeeeeeddd a part two to confidential 🥺🥺 maybe where matt gets in contact with reader to give her tickets to fly her out to the next show and she's his partner in the show. they win and he fucks her good after the show and finally kisses her. he asks her out on a date and shit and it's just so cute and rough and smutty.
Confidential Pt. 2
Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader
Synopsis: Matt reaches out to Y/N after almost a year of not seeing each other. He purchases her tour tickets, and well brings her backstage 🤭
Warnings⚠️: This is Smut. There’s some spit and some hair pulling, and uhhh that’s it. It’s just SMUTTY SMUT SMUT🤞🏽
Song for the imagine: Confident- Justin Bieber and Chance the Rapper
⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️
There’s absolutely no way this is real….I have to be dreaming…..is the Matt Sturniolo DMing me on Instagram right now??
I rub my eyes and make sure this is actually him and not some fake account fucking with me.
-Hey Y/N….cant believe it’s been almost year since I last seen you
-Hey Matt….uh yeah it’s crazy. I seen you guys are about to go on tour again
-We are! I uh actually got you pre show small talk, photo op and backstage passes and tickets to fly out to our first show
-YOURE LYING
-never! And you will be my partner this time….I don’t make the rules
-OMFG WHAT THIS IS INSANE YES YES IM THERE
-Good!
That was about three weeks ago, and right now I was in LA getting ready for their first show that Matt paid for…..this is not real life AT ALL.
Pre show meet and greet started at 3:30, so I got there at around 1:30, and was just waiting around honestly so nervous to see Matt again
By the time I was called it was 4:30. I met Chris and Nick first, and immediately got so nervous meeting Matt
“Hiiii” I said giving him a hug
“Hello again! How have you been gorgeous” he said as he signed a poster for me
“I’ve been very good actually” I said
“That’s good. Can’t wait to see you backstage tonight” he said winking
“Oh…yeah I’m so excited too. We’ve been reunited” I said laughing
“God I miss your pretty face” he said smiling at me causing me to blush
“Shhh” I said rolling my eyes
“And the dress…..whew that dress looks so hot on you” he said looking me up and down
“Thanks matt” I said giving him one last hug
We did the photo op and now it was time to wait for the show to start, so like last time I chatted with some people got something to eat and drink, and just chilled
I was Matt’s partner so at some point they brought me backstage to meet the other two girls. The whole time I was competing I felt Matts eyes on me, and it was making me so fucking nervous.
However this gave him some confidence because we won the first show.
“I have to thank my amazing team member because without her I would’ve lost” he said into the mic
“Thank you LA for an amazing first show! While we set up for backstage enjoy our friend Tril!!” Chris said
After the show, and Tril performing it was time to line up for backstage, and I felt like I was going to throw up…we’ve been through this before why the fuck am I about to throw up
I was the last group once again….Im sure Matt did that
Once again I went in and spoke with Chris and Nick, and filmed a tik tok with Matt because even though I’m sure he was going to fuck my brains out….I needed this tik tok with him
“You know the drill, stay in the back, and I’ll come grab you” he said lowly to me
“Got it” I said smiling
I went back over to Chris and Nick, and chatted with them…I wonder if they knew Matt blew my back out last tour….probably but oh well
“Alright guys! Thank you so much for supporting us and coming out here! Hope to see you guys at our next one” Nick said waving bye to everyone
This time the after show photo op was after backstage, so Matt’s security guard brought me back to another room like last tour, and I just sat in there
Me and my thoughts running wild, and I was so fucking anxious
About an hour and a half later I heard the door opening, and Matt came in locking the door behind him
“There’s that beautiful girl” he said winking at me
“You’re too kind” I said waving my hand at him
“Do you know why I brought you back here?” He asked me
“If it’s not to fuck me….then we have some issues” I said running my tongue along my teeth
“Ouu she knows what she wants….I like that” he said winking at me
“Well I assume that’s why you did what you did. You want to fuck again” I said
“Of course I do. Couldn’t get enough of that pussy” he said walking over to me
He ran his fingers along my bottom lip
“Oh Matt” I said sighing
“I need you so bad, you’re all I thought about these past 10 months” he said licking his lips
“Well I’m here, and I need you bad too” I said smirking at him
He leaned down ghosting his lips over mine
“Well come on then baby” he said before pulling pack, and helping me stand up
“I would love for you to suck my dick again, but I want nothing more than to fuck the shit out of you right now” he said leaning me up against the table
“Fuck Matt” I said moaning at his words
Matt started to kiss my neck to my collar bone, and then looked at me
“I hope you know-“ I cut him off
“Yeah yeah no kissing I got it” I said rolling my eyes, he looked at me and laughed. Going back to kissing my neck
“Fuck Matt I need you now” I said running my hands through his hair as he kissed my neck
“I know baby” he said
Matt then pulled away and helped me hike up my dress. Ghosting his hand over my pussy
“Oh” I sighed
He got down and started kissing my stomach all the way to my clothed pussy. He slowly slid my underwear down
“Fuckkkk” he said biting his lip
“So fucking sexy” he said looking up at me
Before I could answer he delved straight into my pussy, attacking my clit, licking sucking….just doing it all
“SHITTTT MATT” I moaned out my hands immediately going to his hair and pulled causing him to moan into my pussy
He was lapping at me, from my entrance backup to my clit. His nose bumping into my clit
“Fuck Matt I’m going to cum if you keep doing this” I said to him biting my lip
He pulled away and looked at me
“You’re cumming on my dick” he said before backing away
Matt brought his hand up and smacked my pussy causing me to shudder and whine out. He rubbed my pussy to soothe the ache, and then spat down onto my pussy
He pulled his dick out slowly stroking it
“You make me so hard” he said looking me up and down
Matt came up to me and started to rub his dick up and down my pussy
“Oh god” I said letting my head fall back
Slowly he started to push the tip in causing us both to gasp at the feeling
“Fuck I missed this” He said running his hands over my body
“Your dick feels so good….none like this back home” I said moaning
“Oh you fuck other guys?” He said as he bottomed out
“One other guy, but that’s it” I said
“I’m not sure that I like that” he said thrusting into me
“Fuckkkk…..I’m sorry baby I was just so horny and chasing after someone who could fuck like you” I said moaning out
“And they couldn't, right?” He asked panting
“They couldn’t” I said throwing my head back
“Good” he responded
And with that his hips snapped into me, pounding into me at such a delicious rate. All that could be heard was our moaning, the table creaking and skin slapping together
“Oh god Matt” I moaned out lifting my head up to look at him
“This pussy was made for me. You just take me so well” he said as he thrusted into me
As he kept pounding into me he looked ahead of him and saw a full length mirror
“Ohh baby I want you to watch me fuck you” he said biting his lip
He flipped us over, so my stomach was against the table, and he was pounding me from the back
“Look at yourself” he said pulling my hair make me look into the mirror
“Fuck” I said as my jaw dropped as I watched Matt watching us fucking in the mirror
He kept looking into the mirror the whole time while pounding into me
I was clenching down on him nearing my orgasm
“You gonna cum baby?” He asked while panting
“Yes yes yes please” I said looking at him through the mirror
“Whenever you want…go ahead and cum” he said while gripping onto my hair and furiously pounding into me
“FUCK MATT IM GOING TO CUM” I screamed out as I clenched down on him
He kept pounding into me, and suddenly I was shuddering, my mouth fell open as I looked into his eyes while I came all over his cock. Brows furrowed as I shook with ecstasy
“Mmm so fucking good to me” he said grunting as he kept thrusting
“I’m gonna cum baby” he said and suddenly pulled out
Stroking his dick a few times before he painted the back of my thighs in his cum. Moaning and staring into my eyes through the mirror…..god this was so fucking hot
After we caught our breaths he pulled his pants back up. Walking over to the counter and grabbing napkins before wiping me down
He helped me up, and picked up my underwear for me handing them to me
“Keep them” I said winking at him as I shimmed my dress down
“I like the way you think” he said before pocketing them
He was looking at me for a moment before he suddenly pulled me in crashing his lips to mine. Sparks and explosions were going off in my stomach
He pulled away
“I thought you didn’t kiss” I said licking my lips
“I didn’t, but you’re different” he said smiling at me
“I’m glad” I said fixing my hair
“Hey, we have two days to kill in LA. Could I maybe take you on a date?” He asked me
“I’d love that” I said
“Good. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at noon. We can do lunch” he said
“Sounds great” I told him
We actually walked out together this time, and went our separate ways when we got to the exit door
“See you tomorrow” he said
“See you tomorrow” I said back winking at him before walking off
The End
Hope yall enjoyed this one, and I can’t believe I’m at 397 followers this is insane 🖤🖤
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Starring: love ˙✧˖📷 ⋆｡ ˚ PT. 2
actor!jeonghan x fem!reader
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Summary: You always had trouble finding love, but that never bothered you as you like to be independent. You had opened a cafe on Main Street all by yourself and things were going great without a boyfriend so you simply thought “Who needs a boyfriend anyways?”? But that changed once you had met the man of everyone’s dreams, Yoon Jeonghan.
Notes: hope y'all enjoy part 2 and also for such a late post I honestly just got really lazy and never felt like writing so my apologizes. I'll update this series once a week! (mainly on Thursdays)
Warnings: Cursing, Reader is an academic weapon, Nicknames (Doll, princess, gorgeous), please LMK if there's more!
wc: 1.6K
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The weeks went by faster than you had realized. Jeonghan still stopped by your cafe between his breaks and he's supposedly grown a liking towards you, at least that's what Sohee says. As the closing time of your cafe neared, you heard the bell from the entrance ring, and with no surprise, it was Yoon Jeonghan walking through the door. His outfit was quite different than the ones the stylists would normally put him in. He was wearing a white button-down, which where tucked into his pair of black dress pants and a black tie to bring the outfit all together. "What can I get you" Jeonghan looked up at the menu as if he hadn't already memorized all of it because of how frequently he visited "Just 2 iced americano". "Two?" you thought to yourself but you just nodded and got to work on the man's drinks. "Hey, Jeonghan?" Your voice so quiet you could barely hear it, but Jeonghan had heard you "Yes?" Jeonghan got up from where he had previously been seated and walked towards the pick-up section "You don't really like iced Americano's, right?" You ask, curiosity getting the better of you. Jeonghan lets out a sigh and begins to look around the cafe, as if he were avoiding your eyes "Yeah, just felt like a change today" He shrugs, finally bringing his eyes to meet you but you immediately look away. You didn't dare ask the second question that you had. "Who was the second one for?". "Alright, here you go" You bring yourself back from your thoughts and place Jeonghan's drinks on the table. You give Jeonghan a quick smile before turning your back towards him and beginning to clean up and get ready for closing "Hey Y/N?" Jeonghan's angelic voice sends chills down your spine. You turn around to face Jeonghan who has one of the iced americanos in his hand and the other still on the table "Go on a date with me." silence. "Are you joking?" Is what came out of your mouth, though you didn't intend it to. "Did you want it to be?" Jeonghan says in a teasing manner, slightly raising his right eyebrow. Silence engulfs the two of you as you're at a loss of words. Did you want it to be a joke?. "No.." you finally get out and Jeonghan seems quite satisfied with your response because a devious smirk appears on his lips. "Ok then, Tomorrow at 6 ?" you can only nod in response as you feared that if you were to open your mouth you would fuck everything up. Jeonghan chuckles a bit realizing you had completely shut down "Wear something nice, ok?" Jeonghan pushes one of the iced americanos towards you before taking his and walking out, leaving you completely stunned. You aren't left in the dark for long as you get a text from Sohee.
"What took you so long, I was about to leave you here." Sohee nags once you finally finished cleaning and locked up for the day "Sorry, some last minute stuff" You shrug but Sohee always knows when something's up "I saw Jeonghan leave the cafe just now~" Sohee giggles, grabbing a hold of you arm. You already knew where this was going "What's up with you too" Sohee drags you from side to side as if he were trying to shake something out of you "Did he ask you out?" You didn't even get to respond when Sohee gasped loudly, shaking you vigorously. "I FUCKING KNEW IT, I LITERALLY TOLD YOU HE WANTED YOU!" Sohee jumps up and down, still holding onto your arm. "I didn't even say anything!" You try and defend yourself but Sohee shuts you down almost immediately "You suck at hiding your facial expressions" Sohee giggles, which you roll your eyes at in response "Fuck you." You scoff, finally pulling yourself away from the boy.
The next day had arrived and you were beyond nervous. You decided to wear a black tube top dress that stopped just above your knees, a black shoulder bag, a simple silver necklace with a singular diamond pendant at the center, and a pair of black heels. You finish your makeup and rush out your apartment door, making your way towards your cafe. As you approach your cafe, you see a black BMW parked right in front of the cafe. The closer you got, the tenser you became but the second you saw Jeonghan, all of it disappeared. "Hello beautiful," He says teasingly but he truly meant it. You looked absolutely stunning to him and he simply wanted to just stare at you for hours on end. "Hi," You lower your head sheepishly, your face getting hot. Jeonghan opens his car door, taking your hand as he helps you enter his car. You somehow completely forgot that this man was a celebrity, an extremely rich and famous one at that. Jeonghan begins to drive and there is silence between the two of you, not awkward silence but more comfortable silence, or at least that's what Jeonghan thought. You, on the other hand, was a whole other story. Now that it's kinda dawned on you that you're going on a date with a celebrity, you start to second-guess basically your entire existence, well that's what it felt like. You felt underdressed compared to Jeonghan, who was wearing a silk-like white shirt tucked into a pair of black dress pants with his pretty black hair pulled up in a half up half down type hairstyle (what he wore to that Saint Laurent event). Though the outfit was quite simple, the way it looked on Jeonghan made it look exquisite and expensive, which it probably was. "You look stressed," Jeonghan says breaking the silence "Do I?" You finally look up from your lap and at Jeonghan whose eyes are on the road "Yeah, don't be though" You scoff at his response and only then does he take his eyes off the road to look at you "I'm going out with a fucking celebrity, what do you mean 'don't be'" You say in a sarcastic tone and Jeonghan smirks at your snarky response "Tonight, Don't think of me as a celebrity, just think of me as Jeonghan, just another human on this planet" You liked the thought of that. Just Jeonghan. "Welp, we're here" Jeonghan gets out of the car and opens the car door for you before handing his car keys to the valet attendant and walking you into a fancy Italian restaurant. You're both seated at a table in the corner and are given menus before the two of you are finally left alone. "So.." Jeonghan begins "When'd you open your cafe?" He asks "Back when I was about 19?" You shrug, Jeonghans eyebrows shoot up in surprise "Dam you were young then" Jeonghan remarks, leaning back in his seat. "What about school and shit?" he asks. "Honestly," you respond "I was pretty smart in high school and throughout college, so It wasn't something I was worried about, I managed." Jeonghan lets out a playful sigh "Wish I had that struggle" he quips, a slight smirk on his face. "Oh come on, you couldn't have been that dumb" You reassure him "Nah I was, the lowest of my class actually" He chuckles "Was too caught up with training and friends and stuff to really care about studying and my grades, you know" with a hint of sarcasm you respond "Actually not really" teasing him a bit and the man seems to enjoy it as he lets out a laugh.
The two of you order your food and continue to chat, even after finishing your food, the two of you sit for an extra hour simply just talking. "We should probably leave" You suggest and Jeonghan nods, getting up from his seat and you follow. "Thanks for tonight Jeonghan," You say once you enter the car "I really enjoyed myself" You beamed "Don't mention it doll, I enjoyed myself as well" The nickname caught you off guard and very visibly too because Jeonghan seems to smirk taking a look at your flustered expression. Once you finally reach the outside of your apartment, Jeonghan helps you out of his car "Wait hold on" Jeonghan stops you from going up the stairs of your apartment complex. He runs towards his car and opens the back door of his car, picking up a grey zip-up hoodie from the back seat and brings it towards you. "Here" he takes both of your hands and places the zip-up hoodie in them "What's this for?" You scoff "It's cold these days," He says "And I just wanted to, thought you would look good in it" His voice is teasing, though you would find it annoying if it was someone else (Sohee) you didn't mind because it was Jeonghan. After a further examination of the hoodie, you realize it wasn't necessarily plain. It had a little blue and red flower on the front side of it with the wording "KENZO PARIS" on it. "Thanks, Jeonghan, I didn't get you anything though" You sulk a bit, wishing you would have known he would have gotten you something "I don't need any gifts from you, you're my gift for tonight," He says, the return of his signature teasing tone is evident "You're too much" You laugh, pushing his shoulder just a bit. "Maybe" He shrugs, a stupid smile on his face. He walks you up to your apartment till you are both at your doorstep "Lemme see your phone" Jeonghan puts his hand in front of you and you immediately hand it to him unlock, all survival instincts being left behind. After a few seconds, Jeonghan hands you back your phone, now with his contact saved "Text me, ok?" He says and you nod "Goodnight princess" He smiles "Night Jeonghan" You smile back before shutting the door behind you, officially ending your first date with Jeonghan.
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#seventeen#svt#seventeen ff#svt ff#seventeen imagines#svt imagines#svt carat#yoon jeonghan#yoon jeonghan ff#jeongahn ff#jeonghan fluff#carats#svt scenarios#jeonghan x reader#jeonghan x y/n#idol x reader
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whatever you do, don't think about hob helping dream discover beautiful music and art that he missed during his imprisonment and them falling in love in the process
like, i've been losing my mind today because it hit me that dream was cut off from the dreaming in burgess' basement for the entirety of dave brubeck's lifetime (1920-2012) ?????? and it got me thinking, and
imagine hob inviting dream over to his flat for dinner (listen... dream of the endless was fully willing to eat KFC after he got out of burgess' cage in the comics - i am convinced he would not only eat, but also summarily enjoy and allow himself to be seduced by, hob gadling's boeuf bourguignon)
hob being absolutely meticulous about every detail - he may or may not have cleaned the place for a week beforehand! he gets dream flowers! he's got ambient lighting! he will neither confirm nor deny having purchased nicer tableware than he would use for himself for the occasion! he's got a very nice wine chilling in the fridge! he's dying of nerves because this isn't just anyone, this is dream, his not-so-stranger-anymore, whom he's been absolutely tangled up in feelings for, for literal centuries, coming to his home, you know, as a date, fuck
so, you know, last but not least, of course, he's got to have the proper mood music, and he really agonizes over it until finally he decides it's gotta be the album "love songs" by dave brubeck, which he has on CD (i love hob + vinyl records, but somehow, the idea of hob owning a sound system that plays CDs in the age of bluetooth/streaming and still having a carefully-curated collection of his favorite CDs is honestly even more endearing to me)
anyway, he sits dream down in the living room and puts on this album, and goes into the kitchen for a few minutes to uncork the wine
he comes back with the bottle and two wine glasses and has to pause in the doorway, because dream is just... sitting there, on the couch where hob left him, looking totally enraptured; he's got tears in his eyes, practically, and he looks like this may have done more to charm him than flowers and wine and the elaborate dinner hob has simmering away on the stove all combined ever could
"what is this thing called love" is playing, wrapping the room up in that wonderful intimate warm romance that jazz has, and hob just looks at dream basking in it and needs a moment himself—because god, he really does love dream, doesn't he, and if he once thought this was a love he'd ever recover from he knows now that he never will; and he doesn't want to recover, not if it means seeing dream like this
and of course dream, who can sense dreams, knows why hob has done all of this for him. he picks up on all the longing wrapped up in all these little precise acts—he can see all hob's dreams for the two of them, his vision for the trajectory of the evening, how he's hoping he might kiss dream tonight, if he's very, very fortunate and plays his cards exactly right—and yet they don't feel like dreams of possession or claiming, they feel like dreams of discovery and possibility, born of six hundred thirty three years of steadfast affection
and that just makes the music hit dream differently, be more to him somehow, because he isn't sure when the last time was that anyone did anything like this for him out of such an unassuming freely-given love that didn't seek to destroy or degrade or disarm him
oh, but it does disarm him, doesn't it? in ways hob gadling may not have expected
and they just... look at each other across the room, for a moment. dream, sitting there on the couch, elbow on his knee, chin in his hand, falling starry-eyed for hob's tenacious tender heart in real time; and hob with his hip propped on the doorframe and the wine glasses clinking together in his hand, trying not to lose his grip on the neck of the wine bottle, everything in the universe narrowing to the sight of dream
LISTEN. LISTEN, I'M HAVING EMOTIONS,,,,
#the sandman#dreamling#HELP I'VE FALLEN AND I CAN'T. GET. UP#long post#then they make out to 'you go to my head'#or maybe clumsily slow-dance#i don't even know i can't deal
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I binged through all of Dragon Age: Absolution today and honestly I really really liked it! I was allowing myself only some very cautious optimism after watching the twitch premiere of the first episode, but freed from the need for infodumps and setting up the characters the rest of the show actually rapidly gets better from there (some pacing issues here and there excepted but hey they were given 6 episodes, I think they did pretty well considering those constraints)! If like me you HUNGER for, you YEARN for, you CRAVE more Dragon Age right the fuck now, this is not at all a bad thing to help keep some of that hunger down while we wait for the next game, and has a few loveable new characters to get into and some great action animation to boot.
More idle thoughts/reactions under the cut!
first and foremost I love Roland and Lacklon so much haha, a surprisingly well paced romance considering it mainly happens in quick background-ish moments! I'm especially interested in Roland's backstory, since he's very chill and openminded for what seems to be a decently well-trained/educated Orlesian? Lacklon being like 'I want to hold his hand and suck his dick 😔 fml' every time Roland did something cool in battle was just *chef's kiss* too, it was kind of smart to have their fight scenes double as foreplay as well on a writing level since they're arguably the least plot-important characters overall (though they and Qwydion are definitely the heart of the story as far as I'm concerned)
I understand why Miriam clung to Hira so much since she just lost literally everything in her life, good or bad, moments before and that relationship was the only time she had tasted anything like real love since her brother died, but girl... girl when people show you who they are, believe them. marry Qwydion instead you deserve so much better (Hira gave me the Bad Vibes right away from how she didn't respect anything Miriam said or expressed and kept pushing in ways that made me really uncomfortable, so I won't say I was shocked or anything lol.) There is the (??deliberate??) mirror of Hira hugging Miriam from behind in the blood magic dream and Qwydion coming up behind her in very much the same way to rest her hand on her shoulder in the real world afterwards, so I have hope maybe?
can you imagine Dorian watching shitshows like this go down every other week all around Tevinter and tearing at his perfectly sculpted hair because Andraste's tits if you motherfuckers would stop acting stereotypically for FIVE MINUTES! could any of you go take a PISS without resorting to blood magic! Dorian's job is a shit job and he's probably been doing it for a while by the time of Dreadwolf so y'know. get my son a drink
speaking of Qwydion, I am so glad for further support for my theory that vashoth born away from the Qun are actually some of the most well-adjusted people in all of Thedas. they've dodged the Qun from birth by definition, they don't seem terribly interested in the Chantry or grand politics of any kind, they don't have a caste system hanging over them, they can step on anyone who tries to mess with them even if they don't have magic... truly the only sane people running around out here
so you're telling me the Inquisition screws Fairbanks over no matter what you do, b/c either he dies or he's forced into Orlesian politics. Oh buddy I'm sorry we should've just let you frolic around in the Emerald Graves on your own you didn't deserve this
Poor Tessa. she is probably better off without him in the long run but that's a rough week
I was so excited to see Kirkwall again, I saw the horrific chain statues and went 'OH HELLHOLE MORE LIKE HELLHOME'. it's so grim and awful I miss it so much lol
meredith, huh. so uh. hawke really has failed at everything, pretty much, then. even the few people they did manage to kill to protect everyone didn't stay dead. I'm just waiting for the dragon they killed in the Bone Pit to come back and ravage the city as well now, just to top it off. celestial punching bag of thedas hawke. babyyyyyyyyy if it helps I still love you the most and so does your collection of bi weirdos found family
rezaren wasn't even that good a mage, as far as we can tell, so you have to wonder what the FUCK dorian's ancestor was pulling to have created this thing that he could barely control with half a dragon's worth of blood (and what someone like Dorian, who helped crack time like an egg in his student days sort of just to see if he could, it seems, could do with it if they didn't have like scruples or other pesky things like that. everything we see about tevinter magisters makes me more impressed with how comparatively not fundamentally shitty Dorian has managed to turn out (no wonder Bull is kind of impressed with him for having actual integrity, if this is the competition he's up against). can you tell I miss him lol)
I found it genuniely interesting how much rezaren and hira are thematic mirrors to each other and mutually cannot see it, right down to treating miriam ultimately as an object. same self-centered idiot, different hairstyles. what a scathing indictment of Tevinter high society that even Hira, who's family was notoriously progressive and trying to enact change, still treats people exactly the same way as the other magisters when push comes to shove.
thank u to Lacklon for pessimistic cynical bastard representation, he is right that that dragon is going to ravage the countryside and someone on the crew has to keep clear eyes for that sort of thing even when it's a downer
#dragon age#dragon age absolution#dragon age absolution spoilers#dragon age: absolution spoilers#dragon age: absolution
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I guess I do one of these every year on Tumblr since it's okay to yap behind a read more, but here's a review of my 2023. (tw: mental health, death mention)
I honestly don't know where this year went. I spent a good portion of it in crippling mental pain which was a wakeup call in a lot of ways. I went to therapy, I was serious about a self-help journey and freed myself from a tremendous amount of negativity. I learned to put value into my own needs, which has been a new concept as a whole. Codependency was ruining my life and it fucked up it's good share of connections along the way– I was finally sick of it.
I lost a lot of connections and people in my life, circumstantial or not. My grandmother also passed away and it brought in a whole new avenue to grieve. It's never been easy to say goodbye to people, I've let too many in the past long live their stay. I let people I was convinced cared for me unconditionally walk all over me on purpose. I gave too much of myself willingly to any and everyone I have met–
And now I'm finally feeling those repercussions. I'm mentally checked out more than ever, I can't focus on one thing for too long. I had to stop taking artwork commissions, I'm deeply struggling with my craft. I am incapable of letting someone in too close or even give them the appropriate energy, I'm overwhelmed with a lingering trauma I wish would go away already.
Even through all of that, I'm allowing myself to feel disappointed in others. The lack of communication is astounding me, how anyone would just let a decade+ friendship end because they couldn't conjure the strength to talk to me– or outside input influenced them, I just don't know. I'm disappointed in the people I had what seemed like healthy and chill relationships with just die because there was no urge to communicate (or again, most likely influenced)... It's just really upsetting. I don't know what made someone that assured me they had no issues with me start being a toxic asshole any time I was matched against them in pvp? It's all baffling. I wish it was easier to just ask what went wrong -- but I know sometimes it's nothing particularly logical. It just happens.
They all still haunt me, but I have learned most people don't actually want lasting or meaningful relationships and it was hard to come to terms with that. My science and fact-driven mind always wants to know why– but sometimes (most of the time) I'll never get to know that answer.
I still feel really broken, I'm not going to lie. I don't know how long I'm going to feel like this– but I've gained a newer appreciation for the people that are still in my life and understand that my social battery has deteriorated. I'm still learning how much energy to give to new people, but I am tired of being afraid to be social. The right ones are out there and it's not fair I rob myself of the chance of meeting more.
In summary, be kind to yourself going into 2024. You can try as many times as you need to, just go at your own pace. Surround yourself with individuals who reciprocate, communicate often. Not everything works out, and that's fine. I can only hope this next fever dream of a year will be a little better.
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Okayokayokay i’m gonna keep this quick because like. Man. man i dont even KNOW what this was just fucking read it man it was WEIRD
Uhhhh okay so this was a transcript of a dream that I, um. Alexander. Had like last night. For a long time i dunno. It’s in third person
[Transcript begin. Or something.]
[I. shit I mean Alexander. Fuck whoops.]
[Alexander opens his eyes at the edge of an empty parking lot, it’s night, he’s alone. He knows how things like this usually go. He readies himself for an attack of some sort.]
?: [Directly next to him.] Buddy, chill.
[He jumps at the voice, turning to make eye contact with the GHOST THAT WAS FOLLOWING MARI. He showed me– ALEXANDER. A nametag. It had the letter E on it, confirming what he already thought.]
Al: You’re that ghost I saw! With Mari! What do you want?
E: This won’t take long, I just want to talk for a second, introduce myself. You know.
Al: Oh. That’s… weird, okay.
E: Mhm, I heard about you from Jeremy a while back. Alexander, correct?
Al: I hope so lol.
[A very long silence.]
E: Did you just say “LOL” out loud?
Al: Erm… yeah. Whoops.
E: Moving on. Seeing ghosts, huh?
Al: Yeah.
E: You… gonna say anything about it?
Al: Is there more to say?
E: Well, yeah. How clearly can you see us, first of all.
Al: Clear as day.
E: Anything else?
Al: Nope.
E: I’ll… leave you alone about it then. How are you?
Al: Uhhhhh… man, come on. You can’t just bust out the hard questions this soon.
E: Hard questions? I just–
[The plants near the edge of the parking lot rustle, causing both Alexander and E to jump backwards.]
E: The fuck…? I didn’t do that.
Al: Well, I didn’t either, obviously. So…
[E steps in front of Alexander, getting between him and the rapidly approaching mystery person. Alexander backs up, trying to get a better view. Someone blond, Cassius, stumbles out.]
C: [Picking sticks out of his hair.] Jesus, Alex! Did you do all of this? Also! It’s been days, and we’ve heard nothing from you! Someone said you were screaming at Hana?
[Alexander stares at Cassius, now remembering why E looked familiar when he first saw him. It was all piecing together now.]
[E reaches out, Cassius STILL doesn’t notice him.]
C: I mean, honestly! Why a parking lot? And why did I get in here in the middle of fucking nowhere? We’ve been worried, Alex. What the fuck.
E: … Cass…?
[Cassius freezes, and slowly turns to E. Eyes wide, his mouth half open.]
C: You…
[He takes a few cautious steps towards E, who does the same. They meet in the middle, staring at each other. It looks like they’re about to kiss or something. Alex can only see Cassius’ face, so he moves to the side to view the scene from an angle.]
[Cassius takes a very, very long pause.]
E: I–
[Cassius raises his right hand and slaps E. E’s head snaps to the right and stays there, his hand making its way up to where Cassius’ hand connected.]
C: [Through tears.] Where the fuck have you been, Edgar.
E: [Slowly turning his head back.] Where I’ve been for the past 36 years, that damn restaurant. I’m sorry.
[The two hug, Alexander stands off to the side smiling awkwardly. E and Cassius mutter things to each other out of earshot.]
E: So… that’s where you’ve been hiding out? (I think thats what he said I kinda forgot)
C: Mhm.
E: Well, I’ll… see you then. Have a proper reunion.
[Cassius nods, and looks over at Alexander. He waves, and vanishes. Alongside E.]
[Alexander jolts awake.]
Al: … man what the fuck was that.
[Transcript end.]
Hopefully i did this right lol it’s my first time
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► 【G u y f r o m t h e a p a r t m e n t a t t h e e n d o f t h e h a l l 】
Manjiro Sano x gn!reader
Synopsis: You meet your new neighbor and gradually fall in love with him
TW: none!
WC: 0.6k
Authors Note: This is my first try to write anything, more like a draft, that’s why it’s so bland. Feel free to do any recommendations. ly <3
Every day is the same walking down the hall. There’s always a dude trying to ask you out on a date, it was gross because the dude looked like he was in desperate need of a shower, he was your neighbor but seeing him everyday didn’t mean had to accept it.
Today there’s this other dude at the reception of your building, trying to make an interesting conversation, at first you tried to listen to him just to be polite but as the conversation continued you stopped paying attention to whatever bullshit he was saying to sound interesting and THAT was the moment when you looked away at boredom. The elevator opened up. And there he was, as if a dream came to life, the man you would wanted to own you. You quickly diverted your gaze noticing how he was heading towards you, better said, towards the reception. This stranger even saved you from this guy who was boring you to tears.
“Hello” greeted the handsome man to the boring guy now leaning on the reception counter. You started sneaked to the elevator as he continued to said a lot more but the only thing your ears could listen were the ones that indicated you he was indeed a resident here on your building.
How could you haven’t noticed him? He looked like a fucking angel and you didn’t notice him. Are you blind?.
Since that day the casual encounters began, on the elevator, at the hall, at the reception. “Casual” is a statement cause you actually walked a lot slower just in hope to see him, not like in a creepy way ofc. That’s how you found out to your delight, he was in fact at the apartment at the end of the hall on the same floor as you. When your plan worked he always greeted you with a smile that made you weak on your knees and his voice so sweet it made your hearts skip a beat.
There was even more sporadical encounters when you actually talked to him and that’s cause he made you so nervous that made you stutter like a fool and none wants his crush to see them acting like an actual idiot, right? Anyways, on that rare occasions when you could talk to him you learned a lot of things like his name was Manjiro and he was living with a roommate named Ken or Kenchin as he liked to call him, he just moved in recently ‘cause “personal business” and he had a motorbike, like…dude, could he get more sexy? You honestly don’t know.
It was almost six months of crushing over him like a high schooler. At this rate you met Kenchin too with an aura a lot more intimidating than Mikey but he was also nice and easy to talk to. You were more than acquaintances but not friends yet. This cool relationship with his roommate allowed you to know by now that everyone called him Mikey. You didn’t wanna ask why, just accepted it. Because of Ken you could now talk to Mikey without making a fool of yourself.
After a lot of thinking you made up you mind. You thought you were getting crazy. You almost couldn’t stand this unspoked love of yours; you obviously didn’t expect to declare his love to you, you rarely talked to him but you really really hoped you could make you intentions clear. Today was the day you were going to finally confess all your love.
This was the moment, the d-day. You walked at the end of the hall and knocked his door. The merely sound of the door gave you chills.
“Mikey…” you started before the door opened and what you saw made you stop mid sentence. The door were open now and facing you was this really good looking, blonde girl. She looked like she came out of a magazine. You almost felt your heart broke, couldn’t even form a sentence when she asked “Were you looking for my brother?” with a really cute tone.
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Random af starter for @devildungeondm because I'm drunk and have no chill.
"Damnit, Munson, what the fuck did you drag me to?" Steve whined, as he finally brought the car to a stop, turning the keys in the ignition and shutting off the BMW as they parked in the overly crowded parking lot. It had felt like they had been driving for hours, far out of Hawkins, into the middle of nowhere. Even the so-called parking lot that they were in was made of dirt and grass, and it gave Steve the feeling that this place had literally been placed wherever there was space, hoping that people would show up.
Apparently, it was an incredibly popular thing, based on the amount of cars and sheer amount of people. Steve had never been to something like this, and he was honestly preparing himself to feel beyond overwhelmed, especially as people dressed in elaborate outfits and elf ears with swords and shields were walking in front of the beamer. "God, this is like a nerd's wet dream." No wonder Eddie had taken him. He was just glad that the other hadn't forced him into dressing up.
He stepped out of the car, the slightly humid Indiana air hitting his face, sunglasses pulled over his hazel eyes. He pocketed his keys, checking for his wallet, before he took a deep breath. "Alright. Let's do this." Good thing he loved Eddie. Anything for Eddie. Nikes hit the gravel as Steve started walking towards the large looming drawbridge, people dressed like princesses and fairies and jesters welcoming people in. A renaissance festival. Steve hadn't even heard about this sort of thing until Eddie had turned the puppy dog eyes on him, and Steve had agreed.
He fished the tickets out of his pocket, handing them to the individual at the front of the gate who took them with a bow of "My Lord", and Steve instantly knew he was going to hate this. But he took Eddie's hand, squeezing it, one hand on his hip as he looked over at the other man. "Okay. As someone who has never been here, what do we want to check out? What do you absolutely want to make sure you do?"
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Whats the best way to put your ocs in a relly bad mood? Like a serious bad mood, you'd better behave or you're getting seriously hurt mood. Whether that's something you do as their lover or other out side forces. What's their biggest trigger?
Oof, interesting question. Angering any of them leaves a lot of people very liable to die— and worse.
With Reaver, it's a bit of a wild card. He's the one you really don't want to upset. Like really. It's hard, thankfully, but when you do, it's utterly terrifying. Lashing out at him about the few things he's insecure about (good luck finding what they are, because the man is insanely up his own ass) is a good way to do it. A lot of it is circumstantial.
You know how Degrees of Lewdity has those meters? You know, lust, dominance, jealousy, etc? Reaver's would be 'madness.' He's a bit on the edge mentally. Humans were not meant to become immortal. He has cursed himself. Because of this, his mental state has to be constantly monitored. Keep him happy, and he's fine. Start reminding him of things or intentionally pushing him, however—
His brothers can usually rein him back, but in the few aus where they never met? You have to be very careful. He's very unhinged. Sometimes you won't even know what set him off.
There's a certain time of year he despises and will drink heavily and be very sensitive. Tread carefully during this time. Any time the yearly sacrifice draws near, tread carefully. With Reaver, there's a very specific and terrifyingly empty look in the eye when he starts to slip, so you'll know. My advice is not to push him further when you see it. Trust me.
Corvus has a few triggers, but he's also very in control of himself mentally most times. Anything where children are being hurt will send him into a rage and the abuser will be dying. That's the best they can hope for.
Reminding him of his failures (especially when he failed people he loved or etc) will result in a bad fucking time. Mentioning his 'stepdad.' Be careful when talking about his childhood. Sometimes he's fine, other times he loses it. Though, his brand of 'losing it' is far more restrained than Reaver's.
Anger isn't an emotion he is unfamiliar with, but he's a mask— a mirror. Sometimes he can be absolutely seething and you'll never know. He has a foul temper sometimes, but the worst I've ever seen him is actually sadness that he is masking with anger. He almost destroyed a country.
Corvus likes control, so when there's situations he feels like he is losing or isn't in control, his temper will start to slip. Honestly, I'm sure you could piss him off a number of ways, but you'd really have to know and understand him to do it. He has things he's very sensitive about, but keep in mind, usually most people aren't foolish enough to try.
It depends on the time of life you find him. If he's already accomplished his dreams and gotten revenge, he's a lot more chill. If he hasn't, he has very sensitive points.
Astarion is honestly the most laid back. He's pretty at peace with his life, he got his revenge and he's content in general.
He still does not like being referred to or called a slave in any capacity. Even jokingly. Making rat jokes is a good way to get backhanded, but he will do it with a smile. More of a lesson than a loss of temper.
His moods are very connected to his brothers. If one of them is upset or hurt, he will be too. He's a lot more mentally hinged than Reaver and a bit calmer than Corvus. He begrudgingly has to be the voice of reason in the group sometimes.
He's probably still got some preexisting weak points. He doesn't like being reminded of his past, whether it's his family or his time with Cazador. He won't lose it, but he will warn you with a tone that you'd better have a good reason for mentioning it. If it's genuine curiosity, he's going to be a lot more receptive than if you're trying to goad him. You might really be able to piss him off if you got to know him and figured out the specific sequence of insults that really dug under his skin.
Ilya is strange. He's actually very quick to anger, but it's hard to get him very angry. Most of the time, it borders more on irritation and annoyance than anger.
Talking about his mother in any disrespectful capacity will do it. That's the only happy memory he has and he will not have you tarnishing it. Sometimes mentioning his father in a positive capacity will do it. Trying to have a genuine conversation about how his father loved him will have him flying off the handle unless you approach it very carefully.
Annoying people can actually manage to irritate him, hilariously. Not stereotypical annoying, see, but people who talk a lot about things they don't understand will have his lip curling and put him in a sour humor. People who have a lot of loud, uninformed opinions. People engaging in bad faith in an effort to 'get one up' on him. People belittling him in general. He is royalty, after all, and they never handle that well.
He finds outspoken stupidity mind numbing, and if he's being forced for whatever reason to remain in the vicinity, he's going to turn into an asshole very fast. Politicians in general.
Boredom. He loathes it. Taking away his fun will turn him into a sourpuss.
He'll have a bit more patience for someone he likes or loves and will generally be harder to anger the more he cares for someone. Still, there's a few topics they should tread carefully around.
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guess who's alive? exactly, me!! :D *slumps down and never gets up* (sorry in advance this will be quite the long ask >_<)
i get the feeling of fried brain, my session just finished ;-; #neveragain (wish i could say it for real tho) it's not a problem if you can't add much ahah, really, so don't worry :3
i feel you, my rbf isn't of any help but luckily those who receive my love know it and about the rest i don't care °v° and as i said (i think) as long as you're genuine i don't think that's a problem, honestly is what matters ^u^
yeah i noticed the game and noticed only now i forgot to ask you a question but now head is empty so whatever 🫠 if you say so then brb gonna go buy pencils for xiao and you so you can fill each other's skin with drawings and writings eheh~
me too honestly, i just need to relax, eat good food and sleep for hours trapping the indigo menace in a cuddling hug >:3 for movies i'm down bad for pixar but indie and artsy sounds good too 👀 and slow dancing at night is just something sooo cute and sosksiskdjsjskwj i'm down bad pt2
we can agree that villainous fictional men >>>>>>>>> goody two-shoes hero, but morally grey characters deserve a mention of honor, a whole hall just for them @^@
NOW, ONTO THE NEW MODERN SERIES FIC FUCK I'M SO EIDJWKSNDKWJWOSJSIHS
childe you cocky little menace with that shit-eating grin 🤺 i love this type of grin it sends me on cloud nine but also actives my fighting spirit lmao
i loved every word and the implicit mention of scara's partner and childe's being colleagues, what a chaos putting those two in the same room because of their lovers (saw the other asks, died of laughter)
it had me going 👀 when reader went "one coffee for the mystery man" LIKE MAN THE AUDACITY i would have prayed the universe to swallow me especially after ginger's reply folsdoodsj so good really
also, a curiosity: since you mentioned yanqing (my son <3) does this mean that gi and hsr men will interact more often, being in the same universe? tbh knowing some characters either they will get along well or a big fight would start the moment they see each other pfft-
anyway, i think that i covered everything so that's all! as always, take care, drink water and coffee, eat healthy and sleep well at night, you can do this! and good luck with uni :3
bye bye~
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hii great to see you back and good job on surviving!! i’ll put the answer under a cut for brevity’s sake haha
well i hope i sound and look genuine bc sometimes i feel like i don’t and if i try to sound more excited, people would probably think i’m faking it; but yeah my friends probably know by now how i act so i think i should be good :>
don’t force yourself to participate if you can’t come up with something, i promise i still have enough material to go through (me, typing a novel for a moot’s entry /aff); whenever i doodle on my arm i normally just use ball point pens or eyeliners but i also saw people using like actual colours for painting/body paint and i really want to try that; having someone drag a brush and paint over your back must be such a funny feeling <3
i’m not watching a lot of films right now, so i can’t say what my favourite genre is but i do love a good animation (i still need to see the new spiderman aaahhh); speaking of going to the cinema: there’s sth so special about going there during daytime and coming back out when it’s dark outside; imagine walking home after the film with your fave, he gives you his jacket against the chill of the evening and you laugh and joke as you discuss the film you just saw until he gently grabs your hand and starts twirling you around under the light of a street lamp… *sigh* what a dream (frantically scribbles into my notes for the modern au hshsh)
i just think villains and morally grey characters just are much more fun to explore; would i want hazbin hotel’s alastor to be real or would i like him if i met him? no because he is/was a serial killer, but in fiction? fascinating, intriguing, fun to explore; fiction just gives us the means to explore these morally not so cool actions and mindsets without most of the consequences, and i love that (also it really is sexy if a bad guy drops everything for their love; who wouldn’t want to be their partner’s priority; also also, villains with their own set of moral code, like ‘sure i’ll burn down a city but hit a woman? i would never’)
childe activates my fighting spirit in general, like come over here and let’s bicker, you gorgeous idiot, and maybe i’ll kiss you afterwards <3 and also yes that grin… it might be here bc of the writer’s bias…
i just had to make them colleagues!! please just imagine them gossiping about their bfs after work or during the double date the readers are just talking the night away whereas childe and scara just have this icy atmosphere around them, but the second their partners look over they melt bc they’re just so in love dorks, all of them
and omg yes, thank you for mentioning it, i’ve been dying for someone to point it out: it’s official, it’s a genshin/honkai shared au!! it’ll be mostly genshin with some hsr characters but yes!! they’re sharing the same universe, they will be interacting (now we wait for someone to mention the company vizion is signed under… i wonder who works there… /silly)
thank you, make sure to take care of yourself as well!! <3
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Let the game finally begins
So, this was supposed to be the final part of this series, but it got super fucking long and incoherent at the end, so I cut it and trimmed it down. Part 5 will be up when I am able to rework it out of being hot ass and have a free moment to post!
Last part: Here
First part: here
If you had to describe the demons from your dreams, it would be shockingly hard. Not because you couldn't remember them, in fact, that whole dream was one of the only dreams you could recall almost as vividly as a real-life memory, it was just that the two were very similar. Emmet and Ingo looked alike, and while Emmet was the chattier of the pair, and far more expressive with his face, your encounter with them did a lot to prove that the twin with the perpetual frown was just as twistedly playful as the other. Which meant, you had no real reprieve.
So, you decided to finally bite the bullet and return to your own home after that dream. Not only because you worried for your friends and them getting caught in the crossfire, but because you honestly couldn't bring yourself to look either of them in the eye after your saucy nap. So, after a myriad of promises to report even the smallest occurrence of demonic activity to them, they reluctantly let you return home.
Naturally, though, you didn't breathe a word of your plans to them. It didn't take a fortune teller to know that if you mentioned wanting to retry the ritual and finally play a game with the spirits you had invited into your life they'd turn the car around and never leave you alone again. What's the other option? A lifetime of growingly frequent wet dreams? Wet nightmare? You asked yourself once you'd wished your friends goodbye and walked back into your home after what felt like an entire month away. Of course, the abode was mute, with not a soul within outside of maybe a pet or two, and while that was usually a bit of comfort for you, now it was purely ominous.
However, you steeled yourself to the anxious swirl of feelings in your stomach and simply went about gathering the candles you had originally used for the ritual and a marker, paint, or whatever would work to draw the symbols. Though, you couldn't use them until nighttime, when it was dark enough, so you were still forced to burn the remaining daylight before taking the plunge a second time. Hopefully, this ends soon. I can't take any more time off of work... you thought, sitting down to watch a bit of television while you continued to mull things over.
A lot had happened in a relatively short time. You were a simple woman, just aiming to do good and live a peaceful life. But now you were sitting on your couch with cold spots breezing by you repeatedly, never enough to leave a lingering chill, but enough to be noticeable to you.
Despite their games and lingering energies, you were able to mostly ignore, if not tolerate, their antics until they finally seemed to settle down around noon. Or, so you hoped.
For a while, you just enjoyed the quiet, simply watching your shows and keeping an eye and an ear out for any oddities. Though, after a few hours of finding no cold spots, nothing grabbing you, and no vague whispers or watchful gazes, you began to worry. What if they're going after my friends? Can they do that? you asked yourself, pushing yourself up off of the couch to pad around your home. Can they actually harm them though? Or even really leave me alone? the thoughts continued but did little to decrease how apprehension gnawed on you like a dog would its chew toy. In fact, it only increased when you peeked into your bedroom.
It was just as empty as the rest of your house, with the covers and sheets still thrown haphazardly around from you and your friends' mad dash for the door, and was as warm as you'd expect it to be on a sunny summer day. So, tentatively, you stepped into the room fully, ensuring the door stayed open behind you for a swift escape if needed, to walk around and try to find a localized chilly spot that might've been hiding. Yet, it wasn't until you were on the opposite side of the room that you found a spectral sign in the form of a swirling patch of air so cold that you could've sworn it was made up of that same icy fog your freezer sometimes spewed when you opened it.
"Well, there's one of them at least," you told the non-existent audience with you, letting out a small breath of relief, only for it to be cut short by the sound of your bedroom door clicking shut.
Instead of whirling around to look at what was sure to be nothing visible, you bit back the instinct to instantly run. You'd already faced these demons, you knew at least something of their personalities, so you had no real reason to bolt from the unknown. learning the unknown's name usually puts an end to that title, anyway.
So, instead of freaking out, you did your best to keep calm and just strolled back towards the door as casually as your drumming heart could allow. Making it to wrapping your hand around the cold knob before the twin demons seemed to hit their next horror movie marker. The door was stuck.
With a muttered curse word, you pressed yourself to the door, partially for support and partially to try and keep as far away from the spirit within the room with you. And you stood like that, in a thick silence so heavy that you felt as if your breaths were forced to come out shallow, for what felt like an eternity before you finally felt the cold snake around your waist.
It stayed there for a moment, sending melancholy ripples through your body. Is a ghost trying to fuck me? Is he gonna kidnap me? Your panicked brain questioned, cooking up a slew of scenarios at record speed while you tried again to get your bedroom door open. However, that glimmer of hope seemed to be torn away when out of nowhere, the spirit threw you onto the bed, which you almost bounced off of from the force of it.
However, before you could scramble away, the cold returned, this time to pin your back to the bed. If it weren't for how you could almost feel his hand grab your wrists and pin them on either side of your head, you would've thought the creature was just fucking with you, trying to scare you witless as some form of vengeance for continuing to not keep your word, but after your first true introduction to the twins, you couldn't be certain anymore.
"U-uh, E-emmet?" You nervously guessed while you attempted to wriggle your hands free of the spirit, who hadn't yet moved from his position assumedly straddling you. "I-ingo?" You corrected after a moment, only getting another moment of silence before, surprisingly, the weight on your wrists lifted.
You decided to take that brief hint and almost threw yourself off of the bed, but, you didn't run out of the room. No, the last thing you needed was to instigate whatever predatory leanings Ingo had by turning your back and running. You instead kept your eyes on the bed as much as humanly possible while you walked to the door. When you found it released from the paranormal lock, you casually opened it and stepped out, not breathing again until you'd closed your bedroom door once more. Alright, guess I won't go in there anymore. You decided.
With that, you kept your word for the rest of the day. You stayed firmly in the living room and made sure to keep all of the ritual supplies in a plastic bag clutched protectively to your chest until evening finally settled and you could begin to draw the two symbols you had originally in your living room again. Then, you set about making the circles with candles and lighting them before turning the lights off once more for the final step.
Taking a deep breath, you watched the circles of flames flicker and dance, all too aware of the feeling of eyes glued to you as you stood just out of the reach of the main glow of the candles. Swallowing the lump of anxiety sitting heavily in your throat, you finally said the final line,
"I'm looking for someone to play a game with, is there anyone willing to join?"
Once more, your question was met with silence, but this time you didn't brush it off as a dud, you now knew better. So, you instead just watched the flames flicker for a long moment in the darkness before speaking again,
"I know you two are there, can you show yourselves?" You didn't get an answer for a long moment, but then the candles dimmed, and the shadows slithered into the symbols, slowly taking form until two dark figures stood before you. Shaking off the remaining darkness, they showed themselves once more.
"Hello again, dear," Ingo hummed while he and his twin stared down at you with silver eyes, though this time, you could take a step back from them instead of being mindlessly rooted to the spot.
"Does this mean you'll finally be giving us a game to play?" Emmet asked, his seemingly permanent grin showing off canines that you were at least halfway sure weren't supposed to be that noticeably sharp.
"Uh, yeah, I just need to know if there are any rules that are mandatory," you said, your eyes locking on a bit of movement as you spoke, finally bringing attention to the tails they both had. How had you not noticed those in either encounter before?
"We don't have rules that are required in each game." Ingo said, snapping you out of your thoughts, "The only requirement that must be included is that we both agree to the game and rules you set."
"outside of that, and the need for a set time limit, we're verrry flexible," Emmet added, swishing his snow-colored tail as he spoke, obviously amused at how you watched it move until finally tearing your eyes away to focus on the conversation again,
"Right, so...I guess the first step is to decide the game."
For the next hour or so, you tried to think up a game that would be least taxing on you while being entertaining enough for the two demons. Sadly though, none of your suggestions got accepted by the pair. Apparently, some form of card game like poker would be too easy, and board games were too boring, so you were forced to be a bit more creative.
It seemed they liked active games like tag or hide-and-seek, but you avoided offering those games since you already knew your fate on that track. Instead, you tried to find a middle ground, something that would be fun for them but gave you a realistic chance at victory. Which, after some thinking, stemmed an idea.
"What if, we played something like green-light-red-light?" You asked, watching the brothers share a curious look before returning their attention to you,
"A game where you can't move, but we can get as close as we can before you try to stop us? That's a verryy bold decision." Emmet pointed out,
"I said something like it, not the game itself." You countered, making both demons raise their eyebrows. You now had their attention, "What if, one of the rules of this game was that you could only get closer to me under a certain condition? Like, when I don't look at you." You suggested, getting up from where you had sat on the floor to get a paper and a pen to note things down.
"That's a very simple game, I'm not so sure it'd be fun for us," Ingo said, his calm, slightly monotone words laced with a verbal nudge that you ignored.
"Well, maybe we can add in some other elements then. But right now, the rule is that you can't get closer unless I look away from you two." Neither disagreed with that, so you set about making up the rules with them, being sure that they not only knew the rules but wouldn't veto them.
After that, you had a pretty solid mixture of tag, hide-and-seek, green-light-red-light, and some balancing rules, like they couldn't use inhuman speed or transportation, kill anyone not in the game or hold anyone hostage, plus, dreams didn't count as them catching you. On your end, you got a day's head start, but only because they wouldn't be telling you when the game would truly begin. Once it did, however, you'd need to evade them until dawn or evening, depending on when they come after you. They could try a total of three times in three months to catch you, and if you could keep them from doing so, you got to go free with no more haunting and no repercussions upon your soul. If they did manage to catch you though,
"You will be entirely ours," Ingo said, almost smiling slightly to match the dark promise within his words.
Looking over the rules and rewards again, you sighed. At least I have a fighting chance, you told yourself before looking back at the creatures,
"So what now?" you asked them, the warm glow of the candles making the mischievous, dangerous light in their eyes all the more ominous as Emmet spoke.
"Now all you have to do is blow out the candles! Then we'll be on our merry way until we decide to take a crack at you." With a nod, you got up from your spot again and set about extinguishing the flames one by one. The entire time, your stomach churned and twisted with a maelstrom of regret, anxiety, and excitement tha
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7) Least favorite piece you've ever written?
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Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?
Is there an episode (of killer and healer, devil judge, under the skin, etc,) that inspired you just a little bit more to create something What piece did you create from it?
Anyways, hey sass! It’s been a while. 😁
High school is freaking hard. 😞 but the next week should be kinda of chill until we start exam prep again. Yay. Anyways,
I am hoping to actually catch up on some works of urs this week! Like for real this time. So expect some very happy Gem comments!
Have a great… morning/afternoon/evening/night!
Gem 💜
Ps, man I’ve been away so long I forgot ur general time.
p.s.s i finally finished the worst x AND OMG. GREAT MOVIE
P.s.s.s…….. this banner and pfp is Phenomenal 🫣
Gem, my darling! Hello! It's so nice to hear from you. And I know high school is hard, girl I've been there, done that.
7) Least favorite piece you've ever written?
Least favorite piece I've ever written...I love all of my fics that I've posted on AO3, so it's none of them. I think the least favorite piece I've ever written was a prompt that my friend sent me for a fandom that I wasn't in (it was for a bet that we had. If one of us reached a follower milestone first, the winner had to give the loser a prompt/fandom that they weren't in and the loser had to write a fic for the fandom) (I of course won first but in good spirits I let her give me a fandom that I wasn't in so that it would be fair). It was bad. I didn't know the characters/characterization, I used an old fic outline and just sort of replaced the characters with the characters from the fandom...not good. I think I deleted it on my laptop and I don't think I can find the fic in all of my post because I didn't tag it as I didn't want it to show up in the fandom tag and get fucking roasted.
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Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?
Trope that I've yet to try my hand at...honestly, I think I've tried a lot of tropes, especially with Killer and Healer. I don't know what other trope there is out there to try
Is there an episode (of killer and healer, devil judge, under the skin, etc,) that inspired you just a little bit more to create something What piece did you create from it?
Okay...so (this is gonna get long so it's going under the cut)
Killer and Healer:
It's a Date - inspired by ep. 19/20 where Jiang Yuelou suggests he and Chen Yuzhi go horseback riding
Let Me Take Care of You - inspired by ep. 12 deleted scene
It All Started With a Hug - inspired by ep. 26
Countryside Sunset - inspired by the episode that shall not be named
Please Don't Take My Sunshine Away - inspired again by the episode that shall not be named
恨君不似江楼月 | Killer and Healer - inspired by the episode that shall not be named and the whole series, honestly
The Devil Judge
Take a Bullet for You - inspired by the episode where K dies (I can't remember the episode)
His - inspired by the episode where Gaon used himself as a shield to protect Yohan from the bomb blast in his office
I'm Not Going Anywhere - inspired by the episode where Gaon had a break down in the prison yard after realizing that the man in prison wasn't Do Youngchoon
Love You Unconditionally - inspired by the episode where Gaon had a break down in the prison yard after realizing that the man in prison wasn't Do Youngchoon
Home - inspired by the episode where Soohyun and Elijah have their girls day out and then Soonhyun leaves Elijah in the car to deal with Jukchang
Kim Gaon Is Mine - inspired by the episode where Gaon and Yohan go to that gala
I've Got You - inspired by the episode where Gaon had a break down in the prison yard after realizing that the man in prison wasn't Do Youngchoon
No More Nightmares - inspired by the episode where Gaon dreams of getting revenge for his parents and killing Do Youngchoon
Look After You - inspired by the episode after Soohyun dies and Yohan, Gaon, and Elijah go to visit her grave
Under the Skin
Sink or Swim - inspired by the episode where Du Cheng stops Shen Yi from jumping into the ocean to try and restart his memories of the woman in red
S.C.I.
Guess We're Parents Now? - inspired by the episode where Bai Yutong and Zhan Yao have to take care of the baby
Anyways, those are all of the fics that I can think of that was inspired by an episode of some sort.
I look forward to reading your comments, I really hope you like the fics (I have posted so many since you last commented). And isn't HIGH & LOW: THE WORST X so good? My god, I don't know how many times I've rewatched it like holy shit.
Thank you about my banner! My baby @httpsbas made it for me, along with two other banners as a birthday/1K followers present. I love them all so much, she did such a good job. And doesn't it just match perfectly with my icon? I was quite proud of myself for that, not gonna lie.
But I'm super happy to hear from you! Good luck in school! Keep your chin up!
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