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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 10 months

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Hey girl!!

I was wondering if you could write a fic where Bakari or Erik is mad at reader for coming home late and he punishes her?

A/N: I choose Bakari. He's not as crazy and he's logical with you. This is a quick little "what would he do"

11:58 PM. A call comes through your phone. He answers it. "She's not back yet. I'll let you know."

Home Late

It's been a hot and muggy night made hotter by the liquor and the dancing. You were already tipsy at the start of the weekend, but eight margaritas later, you're stumbling through the front door and fondling the wall for the light.

Dropping your keys, your purse, your shoes, and your wig all at once to beeline to the kitchen for the Honey Nut Cheerios. You shovel handfuls into your mouth and leave the box on the counter so you can unzip the side of your gold dress. The tag is still on it but tucked in. You leave it hanging as you dance your way to turn off the living room TV.

"HeGh," you jump, knees buckling until your brain recognizes the silhouette on the sofa. "Shit. WARN SOMEBODY. Why are you sitting in the dark?"

"At least now I know you haven't been kidnapped or murdered... Just irresponsible." Bakari sighs.

Listen up, grandpa. You almost roll your eyes. What's wrong with a little fun from time to time.

"Don't be mad, babe. I was just out having some fun."

"Where you been?"

"I told you. I was going out with some friends."

"Which friends?"

Aww, him mad. You turn on the lights so you can view him normally. He looks like a serial killer sitting in the darkness.

"You don't know them. I met them through Laura... You hate Laura, I know." You beat him to it.

"What's my rule for you?"

"Babe. I would've contacted you, but my phone died. I put it on the charger yyeeesterdayy?"

It's in his hand now. Your eyes widen.

"I thought I had it on me and wondered why it'd been quiet!"

You completely forgot it somehow, and you haven't been back home until now. You bite your nail.

"You've been MIA for 2 days."

"I- It didn't feel like 2 days," you shrug, confused and too drunk to really think.

"You didn't notice that night came twice?" His face doesn't change, but you can feel that he's a mad little puppy right now.

"I did!" You sigh, pacing. You scratch at your cornrows. "I just - I was drunk! I wasn't - "

"What were you doing for two days that made you forget?"

"I was out doing random shit, drinking, and I didn't think," you shrug. "We were bar hopping, then Nyasha said she knew this club we could slide through, but it got craaaazy, so I left with Kenya and Molly. We went to Burger King and then ended up at the beach. I lost track of time... You really mad at me?"

You pout. It works sometimes.

As his monogamous partner and submissive of five years, you know the rules. If you go out for an extended period, do your due diligence and communicate. Why does he need to keep reminding you?

"This is the third time."

There shouldn't have been a second time, but being told twice is unacceptable. A punishment is in order, but first, you need to understand exactly why.

"Don't be insekerr babe," you smile.

You bend to his eye level, falling over. Drunk and sloppy. It's not attractive and you're better than this. This behavior in public is embarrassing, but at home, it's... That's a discussion to have when you're sober.

You pick yourself back up, planting your hands on his knees for leverage, still in your good mood from a good time.

"You know I don't be out here with nobody," you double down. "You can ask anyone-"

"It's not insecurity. It's concern. I like to know where you are for safety. If you don't like that, this isn't gonna work. Not responding to my calls for days at a time, that's a problem for me."

You smile in attempt to lighten his mood. Despite your sloppy looks and demeanor, you're still cute, but he’s not amused. Three times is too much. You're getting punished.

"I forgooot," you pout adorably, triggering Daddy mode. "It definitely won't happen again."

"Oh, I know. Now you need to make it up to me."

Your head tilts. "How I'm a do that?"

He gestures for you to come, sit on his lap so he can touch you and look at you up close. Absently, he strokes your back. Your makeup looks good, though you're sweaty and your breath smells like tropical fruit. How many drinks have you had? Your arms wrap his neck as you press your warm cheek against his, tryna get a snuggle in.

"Look at me." He tilts his head back slightly though you have his neck trapped in a hold. "I want you to tell me how much you missed me while you were out clubbing."

You sputter, not in your clear mind. "Well, to be honest, I was having too much fun. But I miss you now!"

Fair enough.

"I'm sorry I didn't respond," you mutter. "I was okay, but you know me! I'm forgetful! At least I didn't drive."

"I know you were having fun, but you still need to communicate with me. I don't do that MIA shit."

You bite your fingernail with a small blossoming smile. You love it when he's firm. It's so attractive. You hold his face in your hands and play with his beard. Patchy or not, it's yours. He's yours. He hugs you tightly, tilting his head back to kiss you fully.

"Mmm. Well, I definitely missed that. I missed these dimples of yours, too." You squeeze his cheeks. "You're so cute!"

"Wait. You missed my dimples?"

Pulling you in, he kisses your neck and bites your shoulder. You grab his chin in your hand and kiss him once more, grinning against his lips.

"Annnnd I really miss the way you're so forgiving."

"Oh really."

He smirks as you nod, your lips still against his.

"I didn't know forgiving could be so sexy. I do forgive you because I love and care about you... That's also why I have to punish you."

You gasp. You forgot all about punishments. You just want to cuddle and love. You rub your face against his cheek once more.

For your own good, he picks you up and carries you into your separate bathroom where he runs you a warm bath. Since you're drunk, he helps you with your dress, noticing the tag on your dress and ripping it off. $218. He's frugal, yes, but it's just a dress. You don't need to return it.

"Lean on me."

He accompanies you and helps you into the water slowly. Then he takes the soapy washcloth in his hands to wash you. It's a good excuse to rub and squeeze under the pretense of getting you clean. You're getting turned on, too, as he soaps your breasts, making them glisten. From your neck and chest to your stomach, he moves in a steady circular motion. He moves to your back. Your eyes are closed.

"It feel good?"

"Mhm," you hum, smiling up for another kiss. You're getting greedy, but that's what he's for, and he does love to kiss.

Next is your legs. He gestures for your foot to rest against his chest as he cleans your legs and feet one at a time. You shift in the tub, biting your lip.

"Let me help you up."

That way, it's easier to get to the intimate parts of you that need extra attention. He cleans you long enough to be thorough and once more because of how much you like it. Then he rinses you, helping you from the tub to dry you off.

As you head to your bed, he drains the tub and meets you with a large bottle of Jergens to massage into your skin from head to toe. You rub on his arms in the meantime. You even get impatient enough to reach up and pull him down flat over top of you. He chuckles, rubbing his nose into your clean neck and sucking gently.

"Let me finish," he whispers, sitting up quickly.

He works efficiently, massaging every inch, but glossing over your mound and its little landing strip. You sigh loudly, and he smirks once more, entertained.

"Patience."

You need kisses. He delivers wet kisses to your full nudity, peppering around your areolas and down your stomach to your mound. You rub on his head and part your thighs as he gives kisses to your outer lips and inner thighs. You smell good, and when he strokes your opening with a finger, it's coated. He puts it in, and you accept it eagerly. He adds a second finger and works up to a third as you squeeze his fingers.

"You so wet and squeezing my fingers. You tryna cum so soon?"

You moan, grinding down on his fingers and pulsating. You're on that edge, used to him letting to cross it multiple times. This time, however, he pulls out, rubbing your juices on your outer lips. You groan in protest.

"Look at me," he instructs, waiting for your eye contact. "For four days, I won't be touching you."

Again, you gasp, unhappy with your punishment. You want your head, but you won't get it.

"No sex, no head, no hugging, no kisses. Starting now, we're no touch. You can't touch me at all or that's one more hour I'm adding for every touch."

"That's not fair, you know my love language is touch."

"I know... Mine is communication."

When you wake up in the morning to head to your job, Bakari isn't there. His schedule is a little more hectic, which is why you typically treasure your time together. You reach out to him at the end of your work day, and he responds despite being busy. You tell him that you miss him.

When you see him again, it's the next day, but he's responded to every message no matter the hour. You'd say it's to prove a point if it weren't his typical behavior. Responsible Daddy Bakari. That's why you go so well together.

You send him nudes through the week. He's responsive to them, but when you're together, he still won't touch you. You tested his resolve by touching him, thinking if you could give him a hand or blow job, he might cave. You should've known better before you tried. He can be truly stubborn.

"Two hours added," he'd said. He meant it too.

The punishment has to fit the crime. You made him worry. He couldn't reach you, and that made him consider the worse, but he can't do the same thing to you to get back. As your partner and dominant, his responsibility to you is to remain available and ready to come to you should you need him. What he can do is take away or delay your pleasure, and it's an effective technique. You don't miss a day of checking in. Every time he calls, you're picking up the first ring.

At the end of 4 days and 2 hours, he finds you in your separate bedroom asleep since it's the middle of the night. He slips into your bed and under your sheets to part your thighs and lick you awake, though you feign sleep. His long tongue alternates between flattened swipes and firm, pointed massages. His palms run over your stomach and thighs. He moves your hands from grabbing the sheets to grabbing his head to show you that the touch ban is lifted.

You cum in his mouth twice before he comes up for air.

"Baby? Now I'm serious. This was the punishment for 3 strikes," he warns. "You know I don't give 4. Next time you "forget" to contact me for days at a time or stop responding without a heads up, that's it, relationship over. That's not a dominance thing. It's out of respect."

"Okaaay," you sigh, annoyed, but he has to warn you that he means business. He's got enough stress, and you know this is something that bothers him.

"Goodnight." He kisses your temple, telling you to sleep as he pulls the covers back around you comfortably. "Tomorrow's a new day."

The End.

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alicenthightowercore · 18 days

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧’𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 (𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚)

(Everything about the younger children I headcannon!)

Once again feel free to disagree but be respectful my loves!

Jace

Definitely on the schools soccer team, I see Jace as a very popular figure at school but he is very gentleman like, he will carry girls books and bags to class, help teachers move chairs and tables around class and chose the kids that usually don’t get chosen into teams for PE, he has a hair care routine for his curls for sure, is a comic fan I can see it and def is a crackhead for video games, does twitch streams probably, and loves energy drinks especially before his workouts (yeah I kinda headcannon him as a gym rat!) he owns a dog named vermax btw who is a German shepherd (proudest dog dad) academically he is great in English and history, heavy on the history since his family has a huge part in it I mean they were royalty and rode dragons (yes dragons existed and went extinct like dinosaurs and shit let me believe😫) but math is a bit of a hard subject he passes with a c maybe a B if lucky.

Luke

He has not a single bad or intimidating bone in his body, an angel if you will. He is the sweetest human being who is very shy and quiet until you get him to come out of his shell then he is a comedian full on, definitely has beautiful curls, does great in all his classes just to make Rhae proud (momma’s boy) wears a single sliver band ring that Rhaenyra gifted him and he has never taken it off, has a dog named Arrax who’s a beagle, he definitely wears flannels and hoodies and owns a million pairs of converse, he smokes/vapes but not constantly because he is paranoid that his lungs would give out before the age of 30. Definitely does twitch streams and has a PC set up, is in a gaming/coding club at school for sure, probs an anime fan (I don’t know why he just gives off cute dweeb vibes!)

Baela

A queen through and through! I see her being a human/equal/animal rights activist and a feminist for sure, idk she just seems like a supportive human who people would instantly love! She def would wear pretty vibrant colors, her hair would be lovely as well (wasn’t a big fan of the wigs in the show she and phoebe basically all of house Velaryon could have had better!) I see Baela with short silver coils even a gorgeous Afro and she might even enjoy dying her hair (maybe not) but she definitely would keep her hair healthy and beautiful! I have a feeling that she would be in some sort of sport but I cannot pinpoint which one! Owns a beautiful horse (a Friesian horse) named Moondancr, she would enjoy hobbies like horse back riding, going on hikes, surfing probably, rock climbing, she also loves doing crazy daredevil stuff (gives poor Laena a heart attack but Daemon is proud) she will stand her ground and speak her mind!

Rhaena

She is so graceful, Rhaena is so kind and sweet therefore everyone was always so comfortable in her presence, she is a academic genius looking into becoming a dance/ballet instructor due to being in the dancing field her whole life, it was something she enjoyed and felt at peace doing. Has a beautiful white Birman cat named Morning, her collar and supplies are all pink and bright, Rhaena herself wears light pinks and whites even mix it up with other pastel colors, cute knitted sweaters as well. Beautiful silver hair that she would have in gorgeous braids or let her natural coils (like Laena’s) be but either way she would look gorgeous! She is close with Baela and Luke more than anybody else!

Joffrey

Totally see him being the Lily Pritchett of his family, he would constantly gag everybody (especially Aegon!) An iPad kid through and through with his YouTube and games on full volume but he would keep his hands and iPad clean for sure, does Fortnite dances idk I just vision it, gets away with everything because in Rhae’s eyes he can do no wrong, he has a dog named tyraxes (he believes in the dog distribution system as much as the cat one and randomly walked inside the house with a small flea infested pup that Rhaenyra paid a fat vet bill for) is the most honest one in the family he don’t give a fuck about anyone’s feelings you asked for the truth he’ll give it to you upfront. He has a personal vendetta against Aegon which started when he forgot him in a car when he was a baby (Aegon is paranoid and believes that is the sole reason Joffrey is against him and he may be right) He’s smart in all categories I mean good grades and is great at social situations

Aegon and Viserys

Both are attached to the hip since they are close in age, in the show I kinda don’t see much of them so to me I cannot read what they could be like. Cute kids though.

Visenya

Now since she doesn’t quite exist I headcannon that Rhaenyra gets to have her, everything about her is headcannon since yk she wasn’t alive in the show. I see her being a clone of Rhaenyra, a spoiled princess gets everything she wants (as she should) is in the best ballet school with the best instructors, her wardrobe is definitely professional made princess gowns, like she names a princess and Rhaenyra is on the phone getting it made, she has thick silver hair which she has her mommy braid just like hers, she owns millions of stuffed animals it is outrageous. Def owns a white Pomeranian pup named silverwing or Meraxes.

Okay this was fun to do! I love this whole Modern Au and I do hope you all enjoyed this read and comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated but not required just as long as you enjoy the read💗

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cookies-over-yonder · 7 months

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find your comfort zone, force yourself outside, lay your soul bare, you've nothing to hide

gift for @oneinchfrog

[title from How To Play The Keys from Rockabye]

Taylor transforms Link into the Musashi to his Kojiro. ✧*.♡.*✧ DnDads Halloween Week Day 2: Costumes and Dressing Up

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"Can I look at myself yet?"

"No! Let me finish this first," Taylor says, staring at his lips with laser focus.

The lipstick feels… fine. It's not terrible, but not great. He could get used to it, he thinks.

His face scrunches up involuntarily from the way the brush tickles his cheek.

"Hold still, I'm making you blush," Taylor says, giggling to himself.

"Okay," Link hums, holding still as possible despite his exceeding ticklishness. "You know, I did play the games, but I've never seen the show."

Taylor gasps and lets out an overly dramatic, disbelieving "no..."

"Um. Yes?"

"Okay. We have to watch Pokémon together. ASAP."

"Like, all of it?"

"Of course! Clear your weekends. And weekdays."

"I'm free weekends, but we both have school—"

"School can wait."

"What about soccer practice?"

" Liiiink…. waaa…." Taylor pouts, and his lipstick shimmers, reflecting the mirror and ceiling lights into a thousand little specks of periwinkle glitter.

Link guides his gaze up from Taylor's lips to his dazzling green eyes. Link's always loved Taylor's pitch black eyes, but these contacts definitely add to the look. He's not wearing the wig yet, but Link's sure it'll tie the look together.

Taylor picked out another set of green contacts for Link—he asked for Link's prescription before even bringing up the Halloween idea—and he wonders how they look on him with the makeup newly added. Taylor said he'd force Link to take them out before bed after hearing about his issues with contacts before.

"I'll watch it with you, I promise. But for now, why don't you just tell me about them?"

Link smiles when Taylor's forced pout breaks into a toothy grin.

"Okay! Well, Jess— Musashi is a total badass," he starts "and she has a tragic backstory," he balls his left hand into a fist near his chest for emphasis, still holding a makeup brush in the other.

He moves onto eyeshadow, diving into an elaborate and animated explanation of Team Rocket's lore, and particularly Jessie's backstory.

"Also, I'm like, totally in love with her," he adds as the final button to his ramble, just as he finishes the makeup.

"A lot to live up to," Link comments with a little smirk, and the slight flush of Taylor's cheeks is the cutest reward.

He huffs and glances away before putting the brushes down. "Let me go get the clothes," he says, before starting down the hall.

"Can I take a look now?"

"Waaaiiit…" he calls back from another room.

He comes back with the clothes: a black sports bra, a white leather crop top, and a white leather miniskirt.

"It's soft on the inside, see?" Taylor says, and he grabs Link's hand—and Link gazes at the magenta nail polish shimmering in the light—and guides it toward the inside of the fabric of the skirt. It is soft. "Do you need help getting dressed?"

"Maybe…" Link says, picking up the sports bra.

"We could also use a tank top, but I thought this would be more comfortable with the layers. And if we cut a tank top, it might be a little uncomfortable, since I'm still kinda shit at sewing, and my machine hates me, but if you want—"

"I can wear it," Link cuts him off softly. "Just… you can help me put it on?"

He isn't sure why he phrased it as a question.

"Yeah, of course," Taylor says, taking the sports bra and shutting the bathroom door with his heel. "Take off your shirt."

Link stands up and does so—it's a plain pyjama tee shirt, stretchy and easy to slide off like everything else he wears—and he places it on the counter.

"Arms up!"

Link raises his arms in the air, and Taylor lifts the sports bra up before the realization paints itself onto his glittering green eyes. He puts a hand on Link's shoulder to push him down, and he obliges, sitting back in the chair, arms still raised.

Taylor slides the bra on without any trouble. It's stretchy, and form-fitting, and not loose at all, but not too tight either. It's fine. It's good.

"Can I look in the mirror? Please?"

"Okay," Taylor says, rather unexpectedly, considering the way he'd emphasized waiting until Link was fully in costume before taking any sort of look.

There's something softer in his eyes too, and Link isn't exactly sure why, but he brushes it off in favour of focusing on his reflection.

Taylor's done makeup on Link before, but it was usually a little bit of eyeliner, maybe some shimmery eyeshadow and nothing more. This is different.

His lips are a deep magenta, just like his nails, and there's glittery deep red blush on his cheekbones. His eyeshadow is white and glittery, presumably to match the clothes, and the black eyeliner on his upper and lower eyelids paired with the dark mascara make his eyes pop even more than before.

The heavy makeup definitely makes the green eyes on their own far less strange, though it's still a little odd. Link's only ever worn clear contacts.

Link's hardly worn makeup before. And this look, well, it's more feminine than anything he's ever done. There's a bit of a flutter in his chest, and while he's not certain why, he suspects it's the novelty of it all. It's new territory, and he actually really, really likes it.

"Does it feel okay?"

"Huh?" Link asks, still gazing at his makeup in the mirror.

"The sports bra."

Right . Link pulls his gaze away from his face down to his torso.

Link has never worn a bra of any kind.

It reaches to about halfway down his torso, almost like a skin-tight crop top. Link has never worn a crop top either.

It's way tighter than what he would usually wear, but not uncomfortably so.

Again, there's that same flutter in his chest. It's the excitement of something new, probably.

"Is it okay?" Taylor asks again.

"Yeah, it's good."

"Okay. You can wear your shorts under the skirt by the way. I usually do that with mine too, but whatever's comfortable."

Link nods, picking up the skirt. There's a zipper in the back, and the waistband is reasonably stretchy.

He slips it on over his shorts and zips it up without any problem, and Taylor hands him the shirt, which takes and pulls over his head. It fits fine.

He looks in the mirror again. The eyeshadow does look good with the shirt and skirt.

Link has never worn a skirt before.

At least he doesn't think he has. Memory is confusing, and nothing is for certain.

Either way, it looks good.

He likes it.

"The gloves and boots are in my room. You can put those on while I get changed in here."

"Okay."

The boots are also easy to slip into, and the gloves are smooth and soft instead of stiff and scratchy like he had expected.

Though, he doesn't know why he expected that. Taylor has sensory issues even worse than Link's, so it makes perfect sense that he'd put so much thought into making the costume comfortable.

Looking in the mirror, Link almost sees an entirely different person staring back.

He looks like a girl.

Well, the character is a girl, so it only makes sense.

And skirts and feminine makeup don't necessarily equate to gender either. Taylor wears them all the time.

Looking at himself like this, there's that feeling again. It's kind of exhilarating.

His black curls look nothing like the character's hair, but Taylor already knew he's not big on wigs.

The miniskirt makes Link wonder what it'd be like to wear different kinds. Taylor's a big fan of the shorter ones because they offer more mobility in the legs, though Link's always admired the way longer ones look.

"Did you bring your Garfield plushie?" Taylor asks. Link didn't even hear him open the door, but he's stepping out of the bathroom fully dressed in a white top and white pants, with his own gloves and boots, all matching Link. And the wig, periwinkle like his lips, does tie the look together.

"Where do you get your skirts from?"

"Oh—uh, mostly online. It's hard to find skirts that don't make me want to shed my skin in stores in person," he answers, "You wanna get some?"

How did you know , are the first words that cross Link's mind, before he remembers that it's the most logical reason for his question.

There's a look in Taylor's eyes too. Link isn't too sure what it means but it's there, and there's something circulating through Taylor's mind much like his own.

"Yeah, I think so."

Taylor's eyes light up. "I am so helping you look. Heh, I've already seen some I think you'd love."

"Really?"

"Yes!" Taylor says, stepping closer and squeezing Link's arms. "Also, you look hot as hell."

"I—really?" Link stutters out, taken aback by the sudden compliment. Again, not too sure why, as this is Taylor's style.

"Yes," Taylor smirks, and Link gazes at his glittery lipstick once more. It's a really pretty colour. "Now, where's your Garf plushie?"

"Right."

Link fetches the plush, smiling to himself at the way Taylor suggested using it as the final member of their trio.

Almost as if on cue, the doorbell rings, and the others are here.

"By the way, I love the makeup. Can you do it again for me sometime? I mean, like, not just on Halloween, like—"

"Yes, oh my god , Link, I would give you a whole fucking transformation makeover at the drop of a hat," Taylor says as they descend down the stairs, clearly vibrating in excitement.

"I would love that."

Taylor links an arm around his, beaming with glee. And Link very much shares the sentiment.

This is going to be a great Halloween.

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two-red-lungs · 2 years

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“Kinda Like a Lich, Man”

(Eddie Munson Fix-It Drabble/Imagine)

The upside-down is... weird

Not just in the aesthetic sense. In the sense that it’s fucking weird. Everything moves. Everything breathes. The trees are meaty and the dust in the air looks suspiciously like spores

It’s all living, all connected. But, more importantly, everything is reused.

Everything.

So really it’s no wonder when Eddie Munson sits up in a cluster of fleshy black vines with a wheeze that he feels like awful, upcycled garbage.

Because the upside-down in weird. Nobody claims it’s pleasant

His hands go to his torso, first thing, feeling the frayed edges of shirt... and gooey, writhing, not-quite-flesh squirming around. Oily black pseudo abdominal muscles, where his belly used to be.

Patches of the same stuff are on his body like creeping vines: up his ribs, on the back of his neck

All the places the demobats stole flesh.

Huh, is his first thought. I’m pretty sure I should be dead.

He probably should.

But nothing goes to waste. And the animalistic, hungry hive-mind of this dimension clearly hated to see a perfectly good nervous system just decay without being utilized

When Eddie stands he feels it. feels it in the trees across the street, feels the ground expand and contract under him like lungs. He can vaguely tell there are demobats nearby. A demodog a mile off.

He... walks. Numbly. You’d be shell-shocked too if you sat up in a nest of sentient vines after getting eaten to death. The dude just Goes.

He peeks over at his trailer park and finds it fucking swarming with people in white protective suits waving wands around, carrying lights, and he pales and runs in the opposite direction. FUCK that.

Eddie’s at Hawkins High. Upside-down Hawkins High, and it’s all so fucking quiet and eerie and he’s alone and has no idea how long he’s even been gone for

He wonders if there is anything edible in the vending machines. He realizes right after that’s he’s not really... hungry. Or thirsty. Or tired, really.

But he does look really sick, in the trophy glass reflection. And not in a cool way either

All pale and veiny and dark-eyed, hair lank and nails bruised

Like he’s not really alive at all

Closer to a lich than anything. Huh. uh oh

Eddie’s having a this is fucked moment panicking on the bleachers in the gym, watching the swaths of sparkling lights and hearing the echoes of what he now realizes is a rescue center on the other side of reality

He can’t call Steve. Or Wheeler. Henderson thinks he’s fucking dead. The gates are swarmed with government big-wigs.

Eddie really, really wants help. Eddie is very fucking scared.

And the stuff on his body is growing. Pulsing, slow like a heart, and it’s not racing across him or anything but that vine was definitely a little smaller an hour ago

Now Eddie extra wants help and he’s muttering and pacing in the empty gym, thinking about who could he go to?? Who is the smartest, most perceptive, most quick-to-understand individual who stands an actual chance of seeing him???

Oh. Of course.

Eddie goes to Erica Sinclair’s house.

He walks. The weird sentient vines serving as his muscle groups don’t like the grinding bike gears.

He can hear the commotion even from another dimension. There are rifts everywhere. Poor Eddie has to dodge and weave like crazy, VERY stressful

And that’s not even accounting for the fact that sometimes his DemoParts will act of their own accord. spasming and shit

And the Sinclair house is is TURMOIL because of the earthquakes. And, you know, the Max thing. Yeah that’s rough for Eddie to hear about through upside-down whispers

But Erica’s in her room. Reading. You know, really burying herself in fiction right now because phewwwww she’s been thru a LOT.

Her nightlight glows. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. Bzzzzz. Bzzzzzz. Bzzzzzz. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.

And it takes her a minute. At first it chills her. And then she remembers exactly who contacted her in that same way, all those days ago

Then Erica is SCRAMBLING off her bed and looking for Lucas, stealing his radio when she learns he’s out at the hospital.

“Hello, come in geek squad. Geek squad, do you read. This is a level one emergency.” (glances back at her buzzing night light) “You know how Dustin said his friend was dead? Yeah, well. You might want to actually make sure the body is still there. Because I’m pretty sure Eddie Munson is in my bedroom.”

#eddie munson #stranger things imagine #stranger things s4 #stranger things spoilers #my writing #fix it

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i saw your pic with charlie, just wanna say that im happy for you. 🥰

congrats on having him hold the red thread, i am very envious with you (and the others) who had the chance to be near him or even just to see him in person.

it was my first time seeing what you look like, and i hope you dont take this the wrong way…but you look like a vampire? i dont know if it’s the lighting but you’re so pale—like wow, that’s pale. like, WOW. THATS. PALE. and the widows peak? gurrlll..you can be morticia adams. and top it off with your dark eyeshadow?? not to mention your aura/vibe? ma’am are you a creature of the night? but it’s fine coz you’re like a happy vampire? like ‘what we do in the shadows’ happy. 🥰

anyway, that’s all i gotta say, congrats again on seeing charlie and i hope you dream of him. 😘

First off I want you to know this is literally, legitimately the funniest fucking way I've ever had asked about my pale af skin, which actually happens a lot. A brief summary of the funniest:

Been asked if I was wearing a wig, because don't albinos wear wigs?

Been asked by my own mother why I was wearing white socks with my flats. I wasn't. Thought that was it. Two years later she asked why I was wearing white tights with my shorts. I also wasn't.

Been told I could signal a plane, no mirror needed, on a desert island.

Been told by two happy tattoo artists that working on me is almost like working on white paper, 'it comes out so bright!'. First artist even knocked 50 bucks off because he didn't need as much ink or time as he usually would.

Had the 'THE BEACONS ARE LIT' comic hilariously reenacted when I wander out in a bathing suit or tank top, or in this case, in my photo with Charlie where they used a light that lit me up like a road beacon. You know, this comic:

Also after sending this to a friend, I have been dubbed Nosferpasta. 'I'm a vampire' is now going in the 'Standard Responses To General Questions Of Why I'm Pale' box because holy shit (truthful answer: one of my medications makes me incredibly sensitive/borderline allergic to sunlight, and I can burn in as little as 15 minutes without sunscreen. That means I never get a chance to tan. Kinda vampirish now that I think about it).

Not me also scribbling down Morticia as a cosplay option cause, well, yeah, I've got the hair and the skin and I definitely wear a lot of black clothes, dark eyeshadow, and black cat-eye eyeliner. I'd barely need foundation at all. Either that or I'll be a happy vampire, which I also love.😂

Thank you so, so much for coming to say hi! I'm honestly still on such a high having gotten him to hold the thread which is NOT something I ever really expected to have happen. I'm going to be drowning in that dopamine for a looooong time!

#no but now i need to be morticia #i do Jessica Jones cause she is JUST as pale (and she's the reason I went black for hair) but so is morticia #someone get me that dress STAT #either that or a happy vampire which wouldn't require much work #i'm literally going to just tell people i'm a vampire when they ask #i burn in the sun i wear black i'm pale i occasionally white out cameras i use dark eye makeup and i hang out at a witchy shop #all the signs are there #Pastaferatu #Nosferpasta?#Dracu-pasta #i'm going to have fun with this #especially since i now live in a place that's snowy 7 months of the year so i'll probably get even paler 😂

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can i request tokyoRev (Mikey,emma, draken, shinichiro, smiley ) with a lazy Friend reader that is obsessed with hello kitty? (platonic) or wtv <333

[ From; Tokyo Revengers💬 ]: 😻

⚜️🎀𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝘂𝗺𝗯💗

For the person who requested fighter reader, I’m so sorry! I failed miserably and scratched the whole idea because I knew 0 shit about boxing 😭 as I say, I’m used to lazy reader / Y/N, have mercy on me;;

━━━━━━━ Manjiro Sano

▋Best to say, Mikey would absolutely adore you if you had obsession with Hello Kitty! Why? Because he would be obsessed with it, knowing you two have a child-like personality all together.

▋Draken would usually need to babysit you two, but that’s only when you two go broke after buying millions of Hello Kitty outfits and other things. He grows gray hair from you two, HAHAHAHAH—

▋If anyone made fun of you for liking Hello Kitty, bet that Mikey will obliterate them to the next planet. (He secretly hopes they land into the sun fufufufu) Because he likes Hello Kitty, so it’s an offense someone makes fun of his friend for liking Hello Kitty!

▋Snacks, blankets, fairy lights, you name it. Knowing Mikey being your friend, he obviously knows how lazy you are, and kind of gains that trait of yours on himself LMAO. But all means well, you two just have a nice Hello Kitty session on TV.

▋There are times you two fight each other over Hello Kitty merch and Hello Kitty lunchboxes that you’re too broke to pay for. You both steal each other’s money, without even realizing it. It’s so funny, and ironic.

▋If you were to have birthday party,,, Mikey would definitely send you a Hello Kitty song in a modern timeline where you will see him spamming you with Hello Kitty stickers, and music.

▋Speaking of stickers, since you’re so sleepy and lazy— Mikey puts stickers on you (Hello Kitty themed) whenever he gets the chance. You always say you look fabulous with it on, ehe~

━━━━━━━ Emma Sano

▋An unstoppable duo. You both are besties t’ill death, because you both share your love for Hello Kitty! Even though, Emma usually goes “mature” in public since she always wanted to act older. So, usually, she’s like a mother figure to you.

▋But lord, when it’s just the two of you, she will beg of you to Hello Kitty outfits with her! You’re red, and she’s pink! Or it could be vise verse too, where you’re pink and she’s red. Doesn’t matter. She just wants to match with you. (Sleepwear style obviously)

▋Ah, Hello Kitty themed cosplays. You two will buy white haired wigs, and then put on different outfits, using all of your energy to just make it look pretty. But sadly, always fails because stupid Draken / Ken-chin always ruins it by visiting you two.

▋Emma would tell others that Hello Kitty is just a child thing, but honestly she does that to stay in her character, knowing that she told especially Mikey she wanted to be more mature styled.

▋“Ne, ne! (Name)! There’s a Hello Kitty candy themed store!” You know damn well after Emma said that, that you both buy the entire store. I smell richness from you two, I really can. (Emma’s the sugar mommy /j)

▋Hello Kitty glasses in movie night !! Can get exhausting for Emma who feels dizzy from it, but how can she ever resist? As long as you wear it she will wear it too. Oh, and you two sneak in some snacks to feast inside the cinema.

▋You two kidnap Mikey and Izana, and do their hairstyles with Hello Kitty stickers stuck onto their faces. It’s hilarious, and you both run away when they escape from the tightened ropes that kept them still for a good while.

━━━━━━━ Draken (Ken Ryuguji)

▋Draken is personally not a fan of Hello Kitty, but he doesn’t mind your obsession towards about it— As long as he isn’t involved with the mess. Unfortunately, that backfired because you always want him to buy you Hello Kitty shit, making him go halfway broke. (Poor him lol)

▋Draken would spend any penny on your favorite Hello Kitty merch, only because he has a gun held behind his back by you. Aren’t you two such friendship goals? Gah I want this! (I’m joking, don’t force your friends into shit.)

▋Slowly by process though, your personality and love for Hello Kitty is slowly rubbing off on him honestly… Like, he’ll usually smile whenever you bring up the topic about Hello Kitty and her friends, even goes far with agreeing to buy things for you- without needing the gun behind him.

▋Draken would definitely have made fun of you for liking childish things, but now it’s his turn to get made fun off for liking it sooner enough. Ah, nothing could’ve made you happier for knowing by now Draken has become just like you, sort of.

▋Lollipop Hello Kitty themed !! You both pay for lollipops, and then go for a sleepover to play video games + cuddle each other so you can take a nap. You’re not a morning + afternoon person… You have stamina, you know.

▋“Kennnn… Pleaseeee???” You always beg. You’re too lazy to even walk or move, that you beg for Draken to give you your Hello Kitty themed cereal. Does he get annoyed by it? Yes, but does he adore your lazy shit? Yeah. He can’t deny it. But don’t think too far ahead, sometimes he’ll leave you to do it yourself lmao.

▋… You put makeup on him at 04:00 AM because you woke up and got bored. Let’s just say, there was a report for loud noises, from an angry feral tall man who got pissed off.

━━━━━━━ Shinichiro Sano

▋Honestly, stares at you weirdly at first for having an obsession with Hello Kitty. (Since you’re the same age) But soon, gave in to watch the shit show with you, because you bribed him with the; “Girls love it” sentence. Of course mf would agree on it with you, because he is a “ladies man”!

▋Lord pray for Shinichiro, because you were the biggest troll + liar. Mans tried giving girls Hello Kitty gifts, but they lash out they’re all childish and shit like that— And that made Shinichiro so madly embarrassed, to the point he almost killed you, HAHAHAH 🤡

▋You had to make it up for him, but as lazy as you are, you begged Mikey and Emma to make a cake for Shinichiro. Mikey was going to deny it, but Emma agreed because she loves Hello Kitty, as much as you did.

▋Did the attempt work? Yes. Shinichiro felt better, but he still didn’t feel like trusting you with love advices— Knowing how truly shitty you are with girls and boys… But hey, you invited him for a late night movie.

▋Both of you used up the Hello Kitty themed tissue box, crying over the most random shit that happened in the movie… For example, a girl dying and y’all crying because she was the most useful one in the movie.

▋Shinichiro would ruin you in modern AU. You cannot deny that he would send you creepy Hello Kitty pictures, just to make you feel despair and misery, making him laugh whenever he hears you cursing on the voicemails. (Usually comforts you at the end tho, he is your friend anyway <3)

▋Actually ends up telling the entire Black Dragons team about the Hello Kitty show. You did it. You influenced him to become you, which is… Oddly wholesome, since his gang seemed rather supportive about it… Huh. Guys being more supportive than the females… Weird opposite Day.

━━━━━━━ Smiley (Nahoya Kawata)

▋Many laughs and happiness with this guy. He super supports you !! Loves you to death for liking Hello Kitty, because his twin Souya / Angry also loves Hello Kitty. So, you’re in luck with this bitch this time. Prepare for a sugar daddy lol /hj.

▋Smiley would definitely buy you Hello Kitty biscuits and then put them inside your Hello Kitty lunchbox. So whenever you’re hungry for lunch, you’ll just see an aesthetically pleasing Hello Kitty styled lunch. You love it.

▋Smiley becomes concerned for you though, there’s some point he wouldn’t do too much for you— As crazy as he is to make a friend like you happy. You do get upset by it yeah, but you ignore it and sleep the problems away… Yeah, that’s gonna make him more worried over you.

▋You don’t wanna walk, so he piggybacks you to a shop to pay some Hello Kitty ears you two can match with, and try recording each other for lol’s and funsies— You two just have fun with each other, there’s no point in separating you two.

▋In ramen shop, people / customers will see Smiley with a Hello Kitty tank top, and he will casually just smile because you bought that shit for him on his birthday. He couldn’t just throw it away, you gave it to him! And Angry got a similar pair, wearing it in the shop anyway.

▋Hello Kitty by Avril Lavigne —> Your song. Modern Smiley can edit you, and edits you with that song because he knows you all too well, that you get excited every edit he makes just for you.

▋People make fun of you for liking Hello Kitty? Yikes! Bye with them! Smiley will make sure you’re comfortable with yourself… Not only are you lazy, you struggle with social-phobia / anxiety. He will literally kick them across the room, with a drop-kick.

#various x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers #tokyo manji kai #tokyo rev x you #nahoya kawata #manjiro sano #emma sano #ken ryuguji #shinichiro sano

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candycryptids · 6 days

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Okokokok. Normal. Definitely not crawling out of my skin I’d been doing so good thing time not letting the cameras wig me out and all so a LAWNMOWER gets to freak me out ??? Jfc.

Cut for Tangy-background muttering-spitballing cos I gotta do something with my brain and hands that isn’t, unproductive.

Privacy! So, Tangy time.

I feel like she came from a decently sized family, five or more (including Mother, but perhaps not a father?) but she got separated from them at a young age, which is part of why her education level is, not great. Can read, can write, struggles with focusing on complicated conversation and tends to wanna jump right to the part where the plan is to Hit Something (not allowed on Espionage missions)

Family may or may not be Missing/Deceased, I’m real up in the air on that because I don’t have a strong argument for either direction 🫢

On the one hand, it could be part of her strong dislike for Garlemald (if, when she was kitto, Garlean Soldiers came and wrecked havoc on her family unit for the crime of Being In Their Path (and Savages) and either she’s the sole survivor or the adults were taken but the kittos were hidden somewhere, 🤔) on the other, she coulda just left home to seek her own way, and everybodies fine, and then, perhaps when the calamity occurs (yk 5 years prior to the start of ARR from what i recall off the top of my head, I’m not looking shit up rn I’m spit balling) the awakening of the echo did some shit to her memory, like.

OK WAIT HEAR ME OUT Y’ALL, Tangy’s Ma being one of the 1.0 WoL’s so when the Calamity happens and everybody forgets what they look like/who they are Tangy loses a huge chunk of that memory cos trying to remember her ma is like tryin’ to remember the WoL so it’s all Fuzzy and vague, but that was a pretty big part of her life so it was kinda lil bit like havin to Square One In some respects. 🫢 is this makin sense? I know I’m kinda playin Calvin ball with some of the lore and explanations for stuff from 1.0 but that’s sorta what I Do

But it would explain her limited friendships outside of the Scions (who, I think Thancred picked her up like someone picks up a stray cat with mange after picking up on the fact that she has the echo, possiiiiibly after an Ifrit encounter, cos I’m not sure how they’d clock you for the echo if you don’t have? The fainting spell headaches?

🤦 and then Tangy meets Chuu because Chuu knows Keathan who also knows Cid and Cid helps y’all out during the Garuda Mess and Tangy also gets sent a couple times to help get Keathan back on track with their crippling memory problems pre-the crystals of light (which then presently get just as bad as they were when they’re taken away again), it’s enough for Tangy to meet with Chuu while Chuu is in the vulnerable testing phases of her Bootleg Fantasia to try to fly more under the radar (a Fanchusia if you will. Bless you. 🤧)

Anyways thanks for coming to my Tang-Talk

Tangy Tangeroos still needs a proper not goof name OR AT LEAST A REASON why she’s named Tangy. Curse my last self for naming her after a Chowder Reference

#when I reference this in a few months I’ll be embarrassed at my paranoia and fears of a stupid lawnmower #but it’s not about the lawnmower !!!! it’s about the follow up Panic. future me should know this.#anyways….#ffxiv Tangy Lore #ffxiv tangy

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larathia · 2 years

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So I finally got my hands on the Beast movie. (review/analysis)

As a movie: ...wow. That was bad. That was ....Flash Gordon (the 1980s one, soundtrack by Queen, that one) levels of “seriously, you need a BUDGET to do this story, why didn’t you get one?”

As a BSD AU, though, there was some interesting stuff here.

Let me get the ‘movie itself’ bit out of the way first, though.

For anyone going “But I wanna see! I wanna see!” - I feel you. I do. I’d been scrabbling for months trying to get my hands on this movie, to see what it showed. And so I feel I really should tell you....WOW THIS MOVIE NEEDED AT LEAST FIVE TIMES THE BUDGET IT APPARENTLY GOT, okay. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen better SFX on movies from the 1980s. In fact, I know I have; that’s why the comparison to Flash Gordon came to mind, because it’s the only 80s movie I can think of offhand where the SFX are comparable-to-slightly-worse than this.

Akutagawa is definitely the central figure of the movie. They did not have anywhere near the budget to do Rashomon justice. The utter failure to do Rashomon any kind of justice actually makes the acting worse. Have you ever seen the 1960s Batman? Adam West? (If you haven’t, go look it up, I’ll wait.)

Bluntly, the fight scenes - and you know, there’s a lot of those - look like 1960s Batman fight scenes. Just without the ‘pow’ and ‘biff’ animations. It’s just about impossible to take it seriously. Even Oda’s fight scenes, which should have looked utterly Matrix-esque, came off this way. And if you’re thinking ‘yeah but the Matrix needed a budget’ - agreed. I will therefore add that even Kenji’s fights were 60s-Batman levels of cartoonish.

They didn’t even manage to make Dazai’s swan dive off the tower look realistic. I half-thought, the way they did that shot, that Dazai was going to swoop off into the clouds like a goth mummy Superman.

As for the costuming....I’ve seen better at conventions among the cosplayers, not gonna lie. I’ve seen better wigs on cosplayers, I’ve seen better costumes on cosplayers.

I’m sure the actors did their best with what they had, and sometimes - sometimes, despite all this, they managed to pull off a scene well. There are moments here and there where I forgot for a few seconds that I was watching a fansubbed movie that looked like a fan production. But I couldn’t fall into the movie on its own merits. I just couldn’t. I wanted to so much, and it just wasn’t going to happen.

Okay. Now that I’ve lowered your expectations to a more realistic level regarding “wanna see!”, let’s move on to the content.

I would like to begin by saying this movie expects that anyone who is sitting down to watch it has

1) Read the manga, 2) Read the light novels, 3) Also read the Beast manga, and 4) Watched the anime.

It harks back to all of these at different times, and also alludes to things in the manga(s) that it does not go into depth on because it assumes you already know all that shit. And then it goes in its own direction, all the while kind of winking at the audience like “hey, I bet you were expecting a straight adaptation, but GUESS WHAT” Sometimes, this leads to honestly bizarre choices. Like using the quite gentle-sounding ending-credits music from the anime during a big fight scene between Akutagawa and Atsushi. Other times it’s more puzzling...like nearly every appearance of Fyodor.

I will say that watching the movie cast certain parts of the manga in a new light for me; namely, some of Dazai’s motivations. It honestly felt to me, watching this, like B!Dazai used what he changed to try and actually ...wake Akutagawa up? Make Aku realize just what he’s been doing wrong all this time? Because in this version, he really was going to kill Gin...and you’d think that would be a terrible thing, but it actually comes off as kind of a mercy to her. A way to spare her from feeling responsible for her brother’s choices, since he’d happily kill the whole world to ‘get her back’. And it made me think of why B!Dazai kept Gin as a secretary, instead of recruiting her - we know she’s actually quite a capable member of the Black Lizards, main timeline. I think Dazai kept her a secretary because he needed her to be...well, pure. Pure enough at heart that she could see her brother being an out of control rabid dog and recognize it for what it was, and call him out on it. Because nobody else could get through to Aku. Everyone tried, but no one got through. It was Gin basically telling him he’s a soulless monster born to do evil that shook Aku up enough to start really questioning himself. And Gin did that because of how Dazai had treated her up to that point, meaning Dazai basically turned Gin into the key to cluebat Aku into growing the fuck up.

I was ...also less inclined to blame Dazai for how Atsushi turned out. Atsushi is just...broken, regardless of what universe he’s in, and in the Mafia you don’t get healed from that, you just learn to deal with it.Dazai’s order not to return to the orphanage likely had a lot to do with Mori being in there somewhere, and a desire to keep Atsushi from getting even more broken by the old headmaster. He seems to be as gentle with Atsushi as the situation allows.

Ah, but y’wanted to know what’s different.

Well, first, Fyodor is in this motherfucker. When Oda goes into a top secret facility to get the recording of Dazai so Aku can hear the Man In Black’s voice, Oda runs right into a cello-playing Fyodor. Who gives him the recording. And incidentally poisons Oda with a contact poison on the disc’s case. Why? Who the fuck knows. Fyodor and nobody else, that’s who. (Oda seems to just get better from the poison.)

Second, there’s a coda after the credits. In it, Atsushi is summoned to a supermax prison cell, where a straight up deranged Chuuya is being held by the government. Despite, y’know, being in a government supermax prison, Chuuya declares himself Boss of the Mafia. In this capacity he’s called Atsushi to attend him, and when Atsushi says he’s out, Chuuya says Kyouka’s already returned to the fold, oh and btw go kill the ADA.

Chuuya is deranged, it turns out, because he’s spent seven years plotting to kill Dazai, and then the fucker up and offs himself one day for shits and giggles (as Chuuya sees it). He can’t kill Dazai now, so he’ll go after the ADA, which attacked the Mafia and the attack resulted in the death of a Boss, therefore the mafia is honor-bound to avenge said Boss. (This is actually reasonable, since while Dazai does kill himself, the only witnesses are the ADA and Atsushi, who can be argued to be a traitor to the mafia. And the ADA really did storm the mafia base and kill a lot of people and it’s ...actually pretty reasonable for Chuuya to demand the mafia retaliate. That IS how such orgs work.)

For this movie, I have to say, a double-black shipper would need glasses so heavily rose-tinted you can’t tell the difference between blood and water to see any kind of shipness here. Chuuya haaaaaaaaates Dazai. And Dazai seems to regard tormenting Chuuya as a kind of stress ball.

Fyodor, meanwhile, is sending assassins after Aku and Atsushi with a timeline of ‘two weeks’, after which apparently the world will destabilize. (Because three people know about the Book; those two and him.) He says he’s fine being the ‘only one who knows the truth’. He then eyeballs the camera with basically a ‘come see part 2 when it comes out’.

Gods, I really hope if they DO a part 2 they get a godsdamned SFX budget.

The main takeaway that I feel is relevant here, is that the movie pretty much underlines that the Book’s reality-rewriting power is decidedly limited. Which I do hope will be relevant very soon in the manga.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd analysis

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gaylittlewizardcat · 1 year

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So!!! I watched the UK international tour!!! In Sweden, on two different performances, and I have many thoughts about it. So here is a big post in which I’ve tried to make my brain’s incoherent screaming somewhat understandable <3 the problem is I forgot I was making this post and it is now months later ._.

This is less of an analysis and more just me cramming together everything I remember from the show into one monster of a post lol

The overture was incredible! It was so loud my entire chest was vibrating, and I know that sometimes makes people uncomfortable but I love it. I can’t point to anything specific that made the overture great, maybe it was actually hearing it live, but I loved it!

Tugger makes an entrance, even in chorus form. You know at the very beginning of Jellicle Songs when a few cats silently get on stage? Chorus Tugger hits the wall super loudly and startles the other cats when he arrives

Munkustrap has a pretty dark voice in this production and I’m a big fan <3 And at first I thought Cassandra did too, cause both times I watched it, when she says “Were you there when the pharaohs commissioned the Sphinx?” it sounds like she does, but not really during the “Jellicle cats have moonlit eyes” line. Idk much about voice types so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but I did really like her voice (I really love international tour Cassandra so much so I’m definitely biased but her voice was great <3)

On Thursday Electra got the “When you’re walking alone” line, but she later swung on as Baby Griz, however on Saturday, Baby Griz got the line and Electra randomly appeared during the Jellicle Ball. I’m a bit confused about it but it was nice to see my girl Electra :D

During Jellicle Songs and The Naming, Cassandra and Mungojerrie were near each other and interacting with each other a lot, so I now have no other option but to headcanon them as friends <3

Misto and Cass were next to each other for like a second so Cassoffelees is canon because I said so

I love the mysic twins. Not for any specific reason I just do <3 this tour is the best thing to happen to the short haired cats’ wigs ever, I love their ears

In the first performance there was no boot that fell, so they just kind of awkwardly stopped singing and the audience started clapping a tiny bit before they picked up again, but it did fall the other time so idk what was up with that

I LOVE int tour Vicky, her design is so cute! You couldn’t really see her toasted marshmallow-iness because of the lighting but I’m assuming that’s intentional. She looked great though, and her solo was so !!!!

Ok so I know Vicky and Misto dance the invitation together in like all productions but please understand the severe chokehold monochromatic siblings has on me, them dancing together brings me much joy

Gumbie Tap is already one of my favorite parts of the show and this tour knocked it out of the park, Jenny’s “Smile!” in the middle of it is so good, it really gave the perfect vibes for my interpretation of her character. Her voice is amazing <3 the vibes were off the charts

I’ve made a note that Tugger’s voice was really good, I don’t remember exactly what it was that made his voice so good but like. Dude trust me, he’s got a good voice

Misto got the terrible bore line and really dragged it out like “Teeeeeeribel bore” it was great, afterwards he just sits on the car boot with Jelly and Skimble while pretending to ignore Tugger

When Bomba says the “curious beast” line she positively growls his name, a huge W for Tuggerlurina shipper

Casslonzo moment at the end of RTT, what better way to bond with your babe than thirsting over the guy you both have the hots for together

AND THEN GRIZ OH MY GOD Gunilla fucking killed it holy shit that voice oh my godddddd she’s a powerhouse and she puts so much emotion into her voice I was blown away every time she stepped on stage

I wrote “Bucket Boy stop being a bitch” and it doesn’t really add anything but I think it’s funny so I’m leaving it in. Munku steps in and stops Bucket Boy from being a bitch btw

Demeter looks like she’s reaching out to Griz before Bomba stops her??? my heart oof

I don’t mind the straight Griz wig for Gunilla. I think a lot of the time it makes Griz look to young, and can often, to me at least, contradict important parts of her characterization, but Gunilla’s vibes were just too amazing and she looked great, one of the few times I’ve seen a Griz with a straight wig and thought “Wow, yeah that’s really Grizabella how she should be”

Jenny is Jerrie and Teazer’s mum canon, she acts very Mum to them during Grizabella, they’re used to being trouble makers but this isn’t the type of trouble they like

Bustopher and the kittens have a bunch of cute interactions <3 example he scritches Carbucketty’s head its so cute

So Misto admires this man. He also does NOT like rice pudding at all. Blergh.

Bustopher knights Skimble with his spoon lol Also this Skimble is such a funky fella, he’s on all fours as much if not more than the kittens hehe

Teazer’s laugh is so cute <3

Misto’s voice when he asks the twins if it’s Old Deut </3 HE SOUNDS SO UNSURE OF HIMSELF

Misto spends a significant amount of the Jellicle Ball on the tire. He’s definitely played as a bit older than a lot of other modern productions, more like early London rather than 1998, he has a similar role to Munk so I guess that could be a reason? Either way it’s something I noticed I thought was interesting

You know after the white cat lift when they’re all on the ground? Tuggers mane is so big he sticks out so much it was kinda funny cause it’s this calm pause in the middle of a huge number and all I can think is “hehe Tugger is so fluffy”

Cass stops Vicky from touching Grizabella after the Ball???? Make of that what you will, but it was certainly A Moment for me

Here in my notes just praise Gunilla’s voice some more. It was just really good okay

She’s in the background during the Moments of Happiness and sings along with the chorus in Moonlight and it broke my heart like CAN’T YOU SEE SHE’S THERE AND SHE’S HURTING AAAAAA

Jelly <3 her voice is so good <3

Gus <3 he really embodies someone who’s mental energy exceeds his physical energy in a really heartbreaking way :( He keeps doing these movements like he’s preparing to do a scene but he’s too tired :(

The background of Gus’ number said Jemtoria rights btw

I’m in general not a big fan of new Pekes and Polls, I think it removes a lot of the fun in it even though I like the whole “Gus is doing theatre again” aspect, but despite that I enjoyed the number immensely because Munk and Gus’ voices are just SO GOOD like WOOOOOOOOOOOO

Tugger helps Gus change back from Rumpus Cat to his old coat btw. I thought that was important <3

OLD DEUT AND GUS HUG OMG I ALMOST STARTED CRYING THEEMMMMMM <3 Old Deut hugs are literally always amazing just because he’s big and fluffy and it looks so safe and comfortable but this had the added aspect of breaking my heart because Gus <3

Skimble!!!!!! Old Deut starts singing Skimbleshanks cause Rumpleteazer is upset and he wants to cheer her up :(

Skimble’s number is never not good <3 I had the train light shone in my face which was fun and Misto gave a lil wave to someone in the audience

My note here was “Hehe Mungo in da tube” which means that Mungojerrie was the one holding the chimney of the train, and when it all fell appart he was standing inside it laughing, it was great

Also! The feline staircase was Mungo and Munk, and Tugger was the one holding his hand. I think this version of Tugger is a lot more mature than a lot of other versions, but he kinda fades into the background? Idk, he seems much more like friends with the older cats which I think is really nice :]

In this one it’s more explicitly shown that Macavity is mind controlling the others when he kidnaps old Deut, they all fall asleep after he waves his hands at them

APPARENTLY THEY HAVE MULTIPLE PEOPLE IN MAC COSTUMES WHICH CREATES THE ILLUSION OF HIM TELEPORTING OMG I don’t know if this is new or has been a thing for a while but I didn’t know about it so when I saw it I was like :0 it was so cool

⚠️Warning, we now enter the “Nate has no clue what to say so get the unfiltered notes I guess” zone⚠️

This Demeter ough <3 is SO good. I love her.

Tbh? Macavity (the song) wasn’t as sexy as I feel like it should be. Don’t get me wrong it was fucking AWESOME and OMG THEIR SINGING but idk. Someone who doesn’t know anything about the show wouldn’t care (but I do <3)

THE FIGHT OMG the bass was so strong it was like I could feel my heartbeat /pos and after he fails to kidnap Demeter he goes after Bomba for a hot second??

THE EXPLOSION AT THE END. DAMN.

The twins (I don’t remember if this is referring to the mystic twins of the chaos twins lmao) making sure Munk is okay after the fight <3

Tugger’s silhouette caused by the train lamp when he starts talking is so cool

SPARKLE BOY ARRIVES FROM THE CEILING

I love,,,, him face <3 I need to make a “which Misto makeup design am I gonna be not normal about today?” post about him cause,,,, ough <3

He high fives Tugger, this production gave me very bro vibes for them <3

I love the way he moves, he is very cat <3

Cassoffelees canon the Everlasting Herself told me

OMG THEY RUN OUT INTO THE AUDIENCE AT ONE POINT AND CAUSE I HAD AN AISLE SEAT CASS GOT SO CLOSE TO ME DOES SHE KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE HER I had the stupidest grin on my face <3

Teehee he whispers in Tugger’s ear

ITS A SMALL THING BUT “Felines and friends” INSTEAD OF LADIES AND GENTLEMEN CATS IS THE GENDER CONFIRMED

HE DOES THE SHRINKY LIGHT THING AAAAAAAAA

Griz :0

Her voice <3 love her it’s AMAZING

When Griz falls all the cats sort of reach out to her as if to help her but stop themselves [cries]

Tbh just the slightest bit disappointed at the climax of Memory, she held that One note a bit shorter than I feel is necessary for the full effect BUT OMG HER VOICE OUGH

Hehe when Griz goes to the heaviside layer she just. Floats. Bye bye.

Here are some more general notes I don’t really know where to put

Right at the end of intermission someone was looking at their phone and Skimble stood super close to them and got super startled when they noticed him and a lot of the people who saw it laughed

THEN right after someone else was glued to their phone and Munkustrap rubbed his head against them and startled them and a bunch of people laughed again it was amazing

Cassoffelees is the most canon ever, during the bows they did a little spinny thing arm in arm <3 I think about them so much constantly

Misto also does these really precise chaînés across the entire stage and I thought it looked so cool it was awesome

Also. Cassoffelees as Victoria’s parents. Something to think about (I am Thinking about it)

And still. Gunilla is a fucking powerhouse. She’s up there with my favorite Grizabellas, like on par with Eleine Paige and Betty Buckley

In conclusion: Cats are excellent little creatures

#cats the musical #cats international tour 2022

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hime-memes · 1 year

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* Loey Lane YT Comment Starters *

Because I love scaring the heck out of myself at midnight, and enjoy viewing creepy content in general ... below are some of the more light-hearted comments from various Loey Lane youtube videos !

As always: These have been modified for cohesive and sensical use. Feel free to change anything within these that you see fit to make it work for your muse & the receiver’s muse !

Recommended For: Any muses/plots/timelines.

Trigger Warnings For: Supernatural / death mentions, swearing, drug use, slight innuendo.

“ I'm sorry but the guy in the abandoned camp just going "uh oh" at a dark figure is the most relatable thing I've seen. “ “ Hope someone does this for me when I’m a ghost ! “ “ I despised it so I wanted you to see it too. “ “ Ghost really said, ‘ excuse you sir, I’m shitting ! ‘ “ “ She's so brave, I could NEVER go outside in the night to check out some creepy sounds. “ “ The amount of people who don't know that foxes and deer scream is astounding. “ “ Dude, the fact that her reactions are immediate ‘ nope ‘ -- makes me chuckle every time. “ “ Safe to say anything that sounds like an old man growling - is probably safe to say is not Casper ... It could be an extremely homophobic ghostie though. “ “ ‘ 27 Paranormal TikToks you should NOT watch at night...’ me, alone in my apartment at 11pm, clicking so fast I knock my water bottle over. “ “ This is 100% a Malevolent Spirit. “ “ She is so calm with all of this ... like, damn, I would have burned the whole house down ! “ “ Just so you know those ‘ man groans ‘ are angry bobcat noises … which is honestly even more concerning. What could be making it angry !? “ “ The ghost was just like ' wtf is this thing you left me ? ', sniffs phone, ' should I touch it ? ' ? “ “ Hey, the Appalachian mountains are actually incredibly fun ! Sure there's old spirits and other ancient energies but there's also interesting plants, animals, and fungi ! Great to explore ! “ “ Christopher, ( the teenage ghost ), was surprisingly woke. Like, for a teenage boy ghost that died in the late 90s - early 2000s ? He’s kind of an icon ... “ “ Oh my god, if I had a Christopher I'd ask him if he'd wanna smoke a bowl with me ! “ “ ️It’s a part of Lumberjack mythology !!! “ “ Yeah, the Appalachian mountains have something in them. I don't go down past a certain point to the woods at night. I've heard screaming and a whole host of disturbing noises. “ “ That painting of the little girl is terrifying as all hell. I couldn't even look at her face, I have chills. “ “ There's a way for you to make a body decompose faster or slower to fabricate the time of death. “ “ Laughter is actually a pretty common fear/anxiety response. “ “ That ‘ shadow person ‘ looked like a dude in a dark blue hoodie with his back to the window. Also, it was VERY clean for an abandoned house in the middle of the woods ... “ “ Shadow standing in the window like: ‘ Hi, welcome to Chili’s ! ‘ ... “ “ That shower ? - NOPE ! “ “ I'm so tired of people assuming spooky shite instead of learning about domestic history. “ “ I would never go in that last basement ... unless one of my cats was down there crying for help ! “ “ I didn’t even think of ' come closer ' ... I thought it sounded like a tuba, as if the entity was hanging around while secretly playing the tuba. “ “ Sheer fact she found a ouija board in the room says enough. “ “ Well, to me it sounds like the entity could be saying ‘ testing ! ‘ but, maybe thats just me ? “ “ Ma'am, are you aware that your basement is an entrance into Jurassic Park ? “ “ Not me watching this high asf and acting like you can hear me going, ‘ period, yasss, of courseeee, girl, MY WIG FLEW OFF ! ‘ “ “ The title kills me, just two very serious sounding mysteries, and then: Kanye West. “ “ The homestuck of ARGs ... Right. “ “ Lake City Quiet Pills will prob remain a mystery forever, so I would definitely stop talking about it. Just saying ... If THEY spent that much to eliminate someone, they WOULD NOT have a problem doing it again. “ “ Congratulations on your bras! You deserve all the things ! “ “ I was spacing out a bit eating dinner, but you said homestuck and I zoned right the fuck in. “ “ I absolutely love how non-chalant the lady in the last TikTok is. She just comes in her living room and sees four dark entities and is like "I'm gonna go to bed." And I respect that. “ “ As someone who works with children and has blown their fair share of bubbles, two things really stand out to me ... “ “ If that was actually people sitting there - ( from what I know ) - living people don't have reflective eyes like animals. “ “ This balloon MOVED OUT OF THE WAY SO THEY COULD PASS. “ “ Rich history of bloodshed is not always conducive to being left alone if you can see things that others don’t. “ “ The child talking to the vent, the child afraid of the other mother in her closet and that last video would have me setting my house on fire. “ “ Not to be super dismissive of the child ... but, the child is describing Coraline. “ “ WAIT !!! Let me get my lettuce !!! -- Ok, got it ! We can start ! “ “ It just worries me how quick people jump to supernatural conclusions when it has to do with their children, because there could just be something going wrong with them. “ “ Long story short, I'm a little uncertain on the science, but if that's true, it means that the figures in the camera weren’t human. “ “ I would drop dead on site if I saw that 3 times in a row with them staring back at me. “ “ Pro Tip: 1.The farther the noise, the closer it is, 2. never whistle at night ( it attracts them ), 3. never say their name - ( traditional or local name ). “ “ That ‘ help me, somebody ! ‘ one is the biggest NOPE ever. “ “ I've heard many stories of spirits trying to lure people into the water to drown them. “ “ Demons scare women mostly. " “ ‘ Sir, with love & light ... you kind of look like chris pratt. ‘ ... I DIED ! “ “ If those girls are faking it, their mother should definitely get them in the acting. “ “ The ghost is watching this with us like, ‘ There’s not a chance we’re doing that. I don’t care what you say, I am a grown-ass adult, and so are you ‘ ! “ “ Ghosts do be crab dancing tho ... " “ Picture it: ‘ Terrifying tiktoks you should NEVER watch alone ‘ then, me alone: * presses play * “ “ The thing I don’t get about the kid in the basement is how they managed to get a kid to stand, in the dark, in a terrifying basement ! “ “ Looking back, I'm sure I looked really creepy. “ “ ‘ I think she's just .... vibing ? Ma'am this is a Walgreens ! ‘ ... I lost it. “ “ OMG love that you named your ghost ! We just named ours ' demon ' ( ikr we're so creative ) but he doesn't really do much, just the casual stuff like watching us, throwing things ( which doesn't happen very often ), peeking into our rooms at night, walking down the hallways, giving me chills, y'know just casual ghostie stuff ! “ “ That stick bug was a um … naked person walking on all fours. “ “ The only thing that keeps me from falling asleep, ( or, falling back asleep actually ), are my own horrifying nightmares. “ “ Your laugh at the Arby’s™ receipt ... LMFAO. “ “ I just want to know WHAT those little girls saw !!!! Their terror was pure and real. “ “ ‘ This is what my ghost does to me ! ‘ ... as if she owns the ghost. “ " That was really freaky ... I wanna watch it again. " “ You can find haunted dolls in the woods when you actually go to said woods. Take an internet break, and go see what you find. It’s really easy ! “ “ Me with any small child entity ever present in the same area as me: * Does not immediately book it and just sits calmly down waiting to see if they'll calm down because I have way too high of a parental instinct * ... My family: GIRL STOP, STOP IT YOU NEED SOME HELP THAT IS A DAMN DEAD CHILD - !!! “ “ ARE WE NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT THE THING THAT CRAWLED TOWRDS THE MAN AS HE WAS RUNNING TOWARDS THE CHILD ????? “ “ Saw a ghost at my nan’s house once, told it to fuck off, and you know what ? HAven’t seen it since. “ “ I was given a doll that a woman was going to bury in her back yard, she never explained why. I've had her a year now. “ “ DUDE, my grandparents have that EXACT statue that the guy found in the woods. It's not originally painted, it’s just bare stone so whoever owned it hand painted it for whatever reason. “ “ The person in the bedroom looks like is using a mask and just breakdancing on the floor, lol ! “ “ Dude, the emergency sound in that video towards the end ? It hit all of my nope buttons ! “ “ Guess demons are trying to bring me to their dimension ... “ “ Hey boy, It’s us, ... your demons ! “ “ I would totally leave that little girl outside ... why she outside in the first place ?! “

#rp meme #sentence starters #youtube sentence starters

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chrisevansgoodgirl · 2 years

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the love scene will have my panties on the floor. you see, i need some hardcore.

summary: best friend’s father series: just you being pathetic for the hottest lawyer in the world

warnings: actual smut in here, i promise. webcam shit. a very little bit of that daddy stuff. choking, mentions of dom andy, and a lil bit of actual dom andy.

pairing: andy barber x reader

word count: around 7,160

Perhaps the epitome of daddy issues was using your father’s house to live out your cam girl aesthetic. But he had a lot more space than you and because of a not-so-long-ago midlife crisis, he also had a soundproof room. Add to the fact that once you went to college and had much less time to see him, his guilt over being an incompetent parent increased. He offered to let you have a room there just in case you ever fell on hard times. Not that that would ever impact your apartment situation due to your roommate paying the entirety of rent, but your father didn’t need to know that.

He’d ruefully bought you almost every pink room accessory you came across the weekend he took you shopping before the second semester started. It started with bedding, the furriest—fake—carpets you could find, curtains, a furry toy chest that you claimed would be used for “books and stuff, probably”. You’d even talked him into getting painters in there and they made the walls a soft pink shade and went over it with a layer of glitter that surprisingly transferred well on the webcam sometimes. Over time, you’d gathered quite the collection of neon signs, strings lights, and stuffed animals. The finishing touches were a few mirrors and a vanity you could sit at to do your makeup.

You were never scared of him possibly going into your room. There were many things he should have done as a concerned parent that you kind of bullied him out of because you simply felt he had no right. And now that you were a legal adult, he definitely couldn’t have said a word to you about this career choice. You had a wig and a friend with killer makeup skills who had taught you to cover your tattoos. You blocked your state of Massachusetts from seeing your content and you were careful to never answer most time-related questions, knowing it would be easier to pinpoint a location if you did.

You had started the summer before school, but it was on a much smaller scale. You used whatever room you could, so you lacked a familiar look, a signature. But you’d built enough of an interested following that it made you curious to explore how lucrative it could be for you.

No one knew you did this, but you’d always thought maybe Jacob had guessed. You met him in junior high on an easter weekend at church. Both of you were there with your nonreligious parents because of overly religious in-laws. His mom’s side and your dad’s side had shown up and insisted upon attending the largest, closest Catholic church. You had been annoyed at the time, much like him, but the two of you were now just happy that you’d been there because you probably wouldn’t have met otherwise.

You kept communication up all the way until college but maybe only saw one another a couple of times a month. On the good years, that was. But the year your parents divorced and the year he was involved in a murder scandal were much too busy for that. Then there was the constant moving you did as your parents fought over you and didn’t even sincerely want you, and then his own parents’ divorce. Regardless, you were always there for one another. He’d helped you through that divorce and he claimed you were the only one that stuck by him through his situation. Along with his father, of course.

You had seen Jacob’s mother before you saw his father, she was often the one who would drop him off at wherever the two of you decided to meet. And she always liked to be there because she wanted to briefly speak to you since she was convinced that he was in love with you. Farthest thing from reality, though. Which you were grateful for, for several reasons. But the biggest?

Andrew Barber.

You’d first met him at Jacob’s 19th birthday party. He was allowing Jacob a small party at the house, only around 12 people had ended up attending—which admittedly was a lot for someone with low social drive like Jacob. He didn’t stick around for the whole thing, but you had shown up to help set up and he was there doing the same. It was the first time you spoke to him, surprised to learn that he knew a lot about you because apparently, Jacob had always kept him up to date on your life. Which was only odd because you didn’t know that people really talked to their parents. You’d thought it was just something the TV shows lied about.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t start coming around a lot after that. He was the most beautiful person you had ever seen. He was kind even though he was quiet, reserved. He was warm, too, even if it wasn’t directed at you. It just struck a chord in you how much he loved Jacob. And you could tell, it was evident in the way he looked at his son, spoke to him, would do anything he possibly could for him.

Over time, the two of you started talking more. You would even say you got him to flirt a couple of times—but those were lies you told yourself in the middle of the night when you were getting ready to back out of whatever plan you had next. You didn’t get him to do anything. And there was never a pattern, you could never guess why he decided to do what he did. It was all about him, whenever he wanted to give in. And all you could do is wait around for more minor interactions. You didn’t mind it all that much.

Besides, at this point, it was that signature you were looking for. Your slow-burn relationship with “Daddy” was what your viewers wanted to hear about. You liked to talk in your hour-long filming sessions and before Andy, it wasn’t that eventful. The first time you laid down on your huge bed, barely wearing anything, and told the internet about this beautiful man who you needed to be railed by, you felt good.

You felt like you were writing in a diary again. You felt like you were catching up with friends and gossiping, only, they didn’t tell you their boring drama back. This was all about you, and the men who liked to see you naked listening to every word you spoke—though, you hoped some women were present.

There wasn’t much to report this time, and you were kind of putting that off. You were almost half an hour in and finishing up the loose ends from last week’s session. On your right were four toys that you had already used and once you pulled the fifth out of your soaking pussy, you knew it was time.

“Okay,” you breathed, staring up at the ceiling as you were coming down. By this time, you’d had to have had hundreds of orgasms, but you weren’t a professional porn star that could just turn off the effects of coming for the aesthetic of whatever you were filming. Your viewers liked to listen to you babble during and after, many of them said it was cute, so you leaned into it. “I know you guys want a scandalous update on daddy…but I don’t really have one.”

The new game of your show was them giving you ideas. The reason you’d just fucked five toys with no breaks is because five of your viewers gave you brilliant ideas about how to flirt with Andy. It wasn’t their fault that it brought you no success. That was the deal. You asked for advice, they gave it, you tried it out, and you would complete a request given by that person you felt had offered an ingenious plot.

“He’s been so busy at work. He still talks to me, of course—I’d lose my mind if he didn’t…”

And the comments were flowing in. Many of them were trashing Andy for not understanding that you were throwing yourself at him. Others were pleading with you to drop him and pick out a new man, the commenter actually, and he was willing to buy your affection. At the start of the show, that had been the goal. You wanted to find a man who would fund your shopping whims. But then you met Andy, and things just changed.

You didn’t want anyone but him to touch you. It was a true curse because you had so many offers in real life and in your second life, but the mere idea of it being anyone else was sickening. You were obsessed with him, and you weren’t sure it would ever happen, but you were also broken enough to have stuck around for 8 months only ever being given breadcrumbs.

“I’m sorry, guys. But we can try again, right?” You rolled over onto your stomach, pushing yourself onto your hands and knees before you pressed back and offered an unobstructed view of your ass. You turned then, sitting up and facing the camera.

Again, the comments were moving too fast for you to keep up with. This was around the time the show would get a little quiet. You were reading and they just liked that you were still naked, so it wasn’t much of a loss to them.

“These are all really good ideas, guys.” But they weren’t original. You’d been getting the same ones from the very start. You were just looking for those unique few you got every time. “Oh!” you gasped. “Let me get my notebook!” You dramatically hopped out of bed and made your way to where you had it stashed on your vanity. You rushed back and jumped onto the mattress, and of course, if the tipping feature was any indication, they loved that.

Your act was a ditzy, sweet, love-sick girl who was so desperate for the attention of an older man. You were the golden fantasy of many pathetic losers who couldn’t get a woman in real life. It was a love-hate relationship you had with this, but when was the last time you wanted to buy something, and you didn’t have the money for it? You couldn’t remember.

You sat back down, setting your opened notebook on one leg, and placing the pen on the page. “Yes, I think he likes it when I wear skirts,” you answered one of the comments. “I think he prefers ass over boobs.” You grabbed one of the toys you always kept on the bed, a simple vibrating bullet.

Your eyes continued to move across the screen even as you turned on your vibrator and started dragging it down your body. Again, the tipping feature was going wild. “Wear a short skirt, no underwear, you read. I think it’s too soon to try that, but I promise I will.”

You pulled your unoccupied leg off to the side and began to tease your pussy with the vibrator, but that was more for them than you. You let the tip slide all around your pelvis, down the inside of your thighs, always letting it get so close just to pull it away. You hummed excitedly. “Ooh! I do know what his favorite dessert is. You guys think I should bake for him?”

The responses were expected, but they still made you laugh. “No, I will not let him find me naked in the kitchen. But I do think it’s a good plan… He’s been divorced for a while, I bet no one bakes for him…” And you knew he had a case coming up, if he lost or won, the cookies would probably be appreciated.

“How naked has he seen me?” you read aloud, pausing to think about it. “Hmm…he’s seen me in a skirt and a pretty low-cut top. I think that’s it. Why?” One last swim before it’s too cold. You gasped again. “He does have a pool! I need to order a bathing suit!” You were scribbling on the page, the username and the idea. You always messaged them afterward and negotiated their request before the next show.

You looked up at the screen again, laughing at the turn the comments had taken. Not that it was any different than usual. “Oh, are you guys getting impatient? You wanna see me come? You know the deal, five ideas and then I will. Just need three more…”

The day of Andy’s case, you insisted on a sleepover at the Barber house. You guys still did that even though you shared an apartment. Andy, of course, never seemed to mind. Jacob, on the other hand, rarely liked it and never understood it.

As you were banking chocolate chip cookies, Jacob was sitting at the island in the middle of the kitchen, texting. He and Sarah had been dating since they were 14, and usually, things like that grossed you out, but they seemed like the real deal. They fought, so you knew it wasn’t lack of communication and blissful ignorance that had kept them together so long. They did things together, things apart, and seemed confident, trusting, loyal, and always in love.

It was Jacob who made you look at relationships in the general sense and theorize that maybe something was wrong with you. You’d played the teenage dating game and it couldn’t keep your interest for longer than a few days. There was nothing exciting about falling for a man your age, dating, maybe falling in love, maybe marrying, and starting a family, building.

You felt built. You knew what you were and, of course, all people should be open to growth, but you felt like there wasn’t much you could do. As a singular person, you felt figured out. You just wanted a partner that was able to say the same, and could easily slot themselves into your life, just as you would do to theirs.

Nonetheless, you were supportive of the couple, no matter what. But understandably, you were team Jacob before anything else. The reason it was so easy to like Sarah is that she made him so happy. Even if that wasn’t always the case. Your friendship with Sarah wasn’t always the most effortless thing. It wasn’t something stupid or boring like she was concerned about your relationship with Jacob, it was just that the two of you were vastly different people.

She was the sweetest girl with a great family, great friends, and a bright future. You were practically her perfect opposite. So, it wasn’t that neither of you ever wanted to make the effort. Both of you were more than willing to do that for Jacob. The only problem was that there were compatibility issues that took a while to smooth out.

“How is Sarah?” you wondered as pulled the scalding cookie sheet from the oven. You scowled at the wave of heat that rushed over your face, ducking back quickly to shut the door.

“Great.”

You turned to him, setting the pan down off to your side. It was time to transfer the other cookies on the cooling rack onto the plate. Then you would move the cookies on the pan onto the rack, and so on. “I could be a housewife.”

Jacob snorted at you, finally looking up from his phone. “Oh, you think?”

Your only response was a smile.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Always,” you promised.

“I think Sarah is the one.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, I knew that when you turned 17 and we went to that concert in Jersey.”

He laughed at the memory.

“She was so ready to start a fight at that concert!” you recalled. “And all because the guy’s girlfriend was a drunk idiot…” You shook your head. As clear as the memory seemed, it was always a little fuzzy when you tried to pick up the smaller details. “I knew she was one hell of a person then.”

“Yeah…always was, always will be. And I think she would be even without me, you know? It’s not like we pull this side out of her. She’s just so cool and doesn’t care about what anyone thinks… Kinda like you.”

“I guess.” But it was just different. A little sharper on your end, with Sarah, it made a little more sense. Hers was confidence, as Jacob said, yours was rough rebellion.

“Who did you take to that one?”

You thought about it, scoffing. “Mm. Brett.”

“Right,” he laughed. “Brett… Ran into him the other day.”

“How’s his mom?”

“She’s better. He asked about you.”

“I’m sure he did.” Brett was another one of those relationships that you wholeheartedly tried faking, but it just wasn’t going to happen. You weren’t emotionally available to him, and he always knew, but he thought he could change you. He thought he would be able to break down your walls and have a relationship like Sarah and Jacob.

Because wasn’t that everyone’s goal?

“You know I just want you to be happy, right?” he inquired.

You looked up from your task and narrowed your eyes. “Obviously.”

“Don’t you ever want a relationship?”

“Sometimes,” you admitted, “And I get it, Jacob, why you wouldn’t be able to understand why anyone would hesitate. You’re perfect, Sarah is perfect…but don’t you hear our other friends talking? Maddie always crying because her boyfriends cheat on her. Clara doing everything she can just to get attention from men who only do the bare minimum—which is not lying, not hitting her, not being so terrible, but actually not being great either. I just…like my life. I like spending time with you, I like going wherever I want to go, doing whatever I want, and focusing on myself and my career.”

“I want someone to look at you…the way you look at yourself,” he joked.

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “I just want perfect… I want it to fall into place. I don’t need to get on Tinder or go out to a bar every weekend to try to find it. I want something a bit more natural.”

He nodded. “Okay, well, I’m going to let Sarah know I did my part.”

You returned to your project, acting as if your whole life depended on the most beautiful cookie placement ever. “Oh, Sarah put you up to this?”

“You know how she gets.”

“Worried,” you confirmed. “About everyone and everything.”

“About her friends,” he corrected. “She loves you, too.”

“I know. And I love and appreciate her, I do. Even if it doesn’t seem like it sometimes, I’m just not the best at expressing my emotions.”

“We know.”

Before another portion of the conversation could occur, the front door was opening. You hated how your stomach rolled, your heart started beating irregularly, and time just seemed to freeze for a second. Andy had a talent for always making everything seem a little off to you.

“What are you guys doing here?” he wondered as he made his way into the kitchen. “Smells amazing, so I’m guessing Jacob’s not helping much.”

You smiled at the joke, turning over your shoulder to look at Andy. “No, he’s upset that I even dragged him out here.”

He was devastatingly beautiful in his suits—and even after all this time, now was no exception. Andy seemed like a good man, but also a man with a dark side that intrigued the hell out of you. You knew he was kind and always did the right thing, but it was something in his eyes. You would also bet he was fiercely protective, easy to make mad, and a little rough when he was pushed to it.

“Oh, this was your idea?” he inquired.

“Yes, it was.”

“What’s the occasion?” he nodded to the cookies.

“That depends on the outcome of your case.”

He smiled. “It ended well.”

“Then they are celebration cookies.”

“Well, thank you.” He swiped one from the plate, despite your noise of protest. Smirking, he made his way out of the kitchen.

When he came back down a few minutes later, he was dressed down. He wasn’t going anywhere else for the night, so he wanted to be comfortable. “You guys staying for dinner?”

“So, about that…” Jacob started.

No. No, he was not about to cut your time with Andy short! You turned to him with wide, pleading eyes. Okay, maybe Sarah wasn’t the person you thought she was if she was going to drag him away last minute so you couldn’t carry out your evil schemes!

“It was a surprise,” he defended. “Sarah’s mom just got in and she wants me over there tonight.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine.” There was no way you could guilt him out of that and that meant that this brilliant plan was for nothing. You couldn’t do it again because the element of surprise was gone. This was a failure, but you had a feeling that it could have worked so well.

“You can stay here,” Andy said, and you turned to him quickly. “You guys were planning on staying the night, right? We’ll have dinner and then Jacob can just drive back here instead of going back to campus.”

You checked with Jacob. You didn’t want to seem too eager to have alone time with his father. But you were so eager, this was everything you had ever wanted. You were convinced it was never going to happen, but this was so perfect and natural. It just made sense.

He shrugged. “That works.”

Andy ordered pizza because he always rewarded himself with takeout after winning his cases. He wanted to sit at the table for a while and then he promised to let you pick a movie to watch before you guys turned in for the night.

“Can I tell you something?” you asked.

He gave you a curious look.

“I think Jacob is about to propose to Sarah.”

He stopped for a moment, thought over what you were saying, and tried to remember if there were any signs that he could use to confirm your theory. “Oh, god, she’s not—”

“Pregnant?” you snorted. “No.”

“That’s not a weird question,” he pointed out.

“No, not to someone like you, I suppose.” That was the only reason he and Laurie even got married. Not that they wouldn’t have eventually, but maybe with a little more time, they also could have figured out that they were not meant to be together. Jacob just sped up the process and made them more desperate to be a traditional family.

He scoffed. “Right.”

“How is Laurie?” Not that you cared. After the whole Jacob thing, you realized how selfish and cold Laurie could be. And not just to her son that was accused of murder, but also to her husband who was losing just as much as she was. But it was all about Laurie. Forget what anyone else felt.

“Fine, as far as I know. We haven’t spoken in a while. Jacob doesn’t make that much of an effort to keep in contact with her and she likes to blame me for that.”

“Easier than blaming herself,” you muttered. “Whatever, we don’t need to talk about this right now. After what you just did, we should only be talking about positive things.”

He nodded. “I agree. How’s school going?”

“So far so good. I’m worried about a couple of classes, but I’m sure I’ll be okay. I’m taking a couple of criminal justice classes—”

“Are you?”

“Yeah, it’s just a little interest. I’d never want to be a lawyer or anything but—”

“What made you want to take those classes?” he pressed.

You sensed the urgency in his tone and hesitated a little. In reality, your viewers had given you this brilliant idea. They said you should take classes that are relevant to his interests, that you could eventually pretend to need help and he would like that you were relying on him for something. “I…don’t know, honestly.”

He nodded. “Oh.”

You turned down and pretended to be focused on your pizza. That was a weird reaction. It was 2022, wasn’t everyone at least a little interested in criminal justice? True crime was trending and that meant everyone wanted to be in on the conversation, which resulted in college students using up all their electives in criminal justice classes.

“Well, if you ever need help…” he began.

You looked up at him instantly, smiling. “Yeah, that would be cool. Thanks.”

“What else, hmm? You seeing anyone?”

You scoffed uncomfortably. “No, I’m too busy.”

He hummed.

“And… I don’t know. All of the guys I know, like the guys I regularly see…I don’t know, it’s just not clicking.”

“I get that… I was always so preoccupied with my career before I met Laurie. And you’re a smart girl, you can work now and play later.”

“Right. Yeah, that’s exactly what I think. Much to Jacob’s displeasure.”

He scoffed. “He means well.”

“No, I know… It’s better than nothing, I know that. I just think I bother him sometimes, like he just wants to know that I’m taken care of… But why can’t I take care of myself, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.”

You shrugged. “Whatever. My focus right now is graduating. Nothing is going to throw me off that path.”

“Good.”

The rest of the night was light and easy. You wished that you could have found some little flaws, some red flags that would prove to you that he was not as good for you as you had convinced yourself he was. But Andy was so damn perfect. He was smart and quiet but could make you laugh like no one else. He was nice and warm, but damn, you wanted him to bend you over something and just fuck you.

He was everything.

The next morning, you woke up Jacob much earlier than he would have liked, but it was time for the second plan. The pool plan. You had searched everywhere for the perfect bathing suit, online and offline, and didn’t stop until you were 100% satisfied.

Andy was always waking up early, so your thought was that you wanted to be perfectly laid out on one of the chairs by the pool when he looked out in the morning. Jacob had invited Sarah over and was paying no mind to you as he was waiting for her to show up.

That left you mostly alone, waiting. You didn’t move an inch until you saw Andy at the kitchen window. Jacob was still on the floor, talking to Sarah on the phone. He obviously hadn’t seen his father, but you knew Andy had seen you.

You got up slowly, making sure to keep your eyes on him. You walked to the pool and carefully got in. You weren’t much of a swimmer, you could do it—you’d taken lessons just like every other Massachusetts child with too much money and parents that want to see less of their children—but it wasn’t something you enjoyed.

You swam to the other end of the pool and got out the same way you’d climbed in. It was deliberate, a tease to make sure that Andy was seeing every part of you—your beautiful legs, your hips, your boobs, your arms, every part of you that was beautiful.

He was sipping his coffee, looking over the edge of the mug at you.

You put on another show as you dried yourself off, finishing with your hair before you headed inside. You glanced out the window just to make sure that Jacob hadn’t noticed anything. “Good morning.”

“Morning.” He moved aside and let you have the spot by the sink. “Want some coffee?”

“Sure, thanks.” You continued to squeeze out your hair and watched him move around the kitchen.

“You know what I admire about you?”

“Um…no?” What would he possibly admire about you?

“That you say what you want,” he answered. “That you know what you want, and you usually don’t hesitate to go after it. Which is why it’s so disappointing that you have yet to just tell me what you want.”

You were beyond confused, unsure of what he was referring to but also horrified by the term ‘disappointed’. You didn’t like the idea of disappointing him, which was why you were sure you had never done anything that would. Well, nothing that he would have any reason to know about.

He looked back at you, raising his eyebrows.

“I…don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m sure you do.” He set the mug down and began walking toward you. “I was surprised you didn’t say anything last night… It was probably the first time we’ve ever been alone for more than 10 minutes.”

Maybe that was why you hadn’t tried to cross any lines. You enjoyed spending time with Andy, and you didn’t want to do anything that would ruin it.

“But I’ve run out of patience. So, you’re going to say it right now. Tell me what you want because I want the same, but I’m not going to do anything about it unless you say it first.”

You looked out the window again, just to make sure once more that you were still safe. Only now that it was a possibility, that maybe Andy was saying what you thought he was saying, did you consider how this would impact Jacob. Before, the idea was so out of reach, you didn’t have to bother yourself with guilt.

Now?

“Y/N.”

You turned back to Andy, shaking your head. “I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I promise you do. Just tell me what you want.”

What did it matter? If you were wrong, you could just drop out of school, never speak to Jacob again, and just make money through your show. You would never have to leave the house again until you raised enough money to leave the country, possibly the planet.

“I want you to fuck me,” you muttered.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you.”

“Andy,” you huffed, but he only scoffed. “I want you to fuck me, okay? I’ve wanted you to fuck me ever since I met you, and seriously, I am running out of patience. You have no idea how exhausting it is throwing myself at you all for nothing—”

He closed the gap between you two, hands grabbing your face as he leaned in to kiss you. You were shocked still for a moment, fully considering that maybe this wasn’t reality. This was what did it? The fucking bathing suit plan? You had liked it and everything, but this was his final straw? You were almost disappointed that it seemed like such a little effort after all the hoops you’d jumped through before.

But you got over that quickly, once one of his hands slid down your jaw, your neck, your shoulder and your arm, until he moved it to your waist. You’d imagined what his hands felt like for a while now. When you would come on camera, you would always imagine Andy.

He was the one that pulled away, casting a look out the window.

“Oh, my god.” You were just about to turn around, but Andy didn’t want to waste a second. He grabbed your hand and started taking you up the stairs. He led you into the bathroom, quickly locked the door, turned the shower on, and was back on you before you could even say a word.

As his lips moved over yours furiously, he picked you up by the hips and set you down on the counter. Truly, it seemed neither of you was concerned about making this anything special. You had had enough of waiting and it seemed like he was over your teasing and your games.

He was pulling your bathing suit out of his way the best he could as you moved his sweats down his body. His fingers worked through your center, and he happily swallowed all the gasps and whimpers that followed every touch you liked. You took his cock in your hand during this, slowly stroking him until he thought you were ready to fuck.

He was big, so much bigger than you anticipated, but the lack of time didn’t make you want to voice your concerns. You would get over it because this was Andrew fucking Barber and feeling him inside you was going to be the only near-religious experience you wanted.

You squirmed as he slid one of his fingers into you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered into the kiss, and you liked the way his beard scratched at your skin. “Sure you can take me, baby?”

Holy shit, being called ‘baby’ by Andy was not something you thought you would ever get. If you weren’t already embarrassingly wet, that would have done it. “Are we going to find out or are you going to keep talking?”

He pulled back to shoot you a challenging look.

All you could do was laugh. This was a scene that had played out in your mind dozens of times, but it was always so serious. You were always feverish, you had him pictured as this distant, quiet man who was only going to touch you. You weren’t expecting easy intimacy or the lightheartedness you felt just being so close to him.

“Don’t be a brat,” he warned. “I would love to fuck you, but if I need to spank you to teach you a lesson instead—”

“No,” you instantly interrupted, voice small and maybe a little pleading.

He smirked. “Then behave.”

You smiled. “I promise.”

He scoffed, hands coming up to your face again. He just held you there for a moment, eyes moving over your features. His thumbs massaged your cheekbones softly, wetting your skin with your arousal. Never once did you stop stroking his hard cock. What looked like such a sweet moment was merely a calm before a storm.

“You’re going to make me regret this, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, probably,” you admitted.

He leaned in and kissed your forehead briefly before his hands began moving purposefully. One slipped down to your bathing suit where he finally just wrestled your bottoms halfway down and out of his way, the other on your neck. He shoved you back until you hit the mirror but pulled your hips down closer to him.

You let him go to grab the counter and spread your legs as much as you could with the material of your suit still around your thighs. He didn’t even seem to care about your struggle as he gripped his cock in his hand, using the head to tease your cunt.

“Andy,” you whined softly.

He gripped your neck harder. “Just let me have this. After all the shit you’ve been pulling lately? Shut up and take it because I could be a lot meaner about this.”

His tone implied one thing: he would be meaner later, probably at a much different time. Not when you were both terrified that his son was going to come looking for either one of you—and find you, his best friend of several years, getting fucked by his father.

He did this for several long moments, wanting to get you as wet as he possibly could. The sight of his cock against your pussy, the memory of how tight you had felt around his finger, he just wanted to prep you because he knew he wasn’t going to be gentle once he was inside you.

It wasn’t until you were squirming all around the counter, your thighs sweating where they were set against the counter, that he finally pressed just the tip inside you. Your mouth dropped but you couldn’t make a sound given his hand wrapped around your throat.

“Fuck,” he sighed, slowly feeding you his cock inch by inch. He stared at your pussy the entire time, amazed as you continued to take more of him with no complaints. Once his body was flush against yours, he looked at your face. He’d never seen you look so weak, so vulnerable.

And you were, you were absolutely stupid for his cock at that moment. You would do anything he told you to just to keep him buried inside you. You felt your eyes wet with tears, overwhelmed by how stretched out you were feeling, and how badly your whole body burned for more of him.

All you could do was stare at him, unable to speak or communicate in any other way what you needed. But you had this sinking feeling that he just wouldn’t care, you had a feeling that he had taken over this game, and he wasn’t going to let you have anything he didn’t want you to have. No amount of crying or begging was going to change that.

He started to pull out and your body arched as much as it could in the awkward position you were in. He went almost his entire length before shoving back into you so roughly that you attempted to scream, but once again, it was a muffled sound. The noise of it was humiliating, your cunt was so wet and not even the shower could drown it out.

He did this several times, enjoying the harsh reactions of your body every time. He liked how you shuddered, how you tried to cry out, how eventually you let go of the counter and held onto his arm so tight he thought your nails might draw blood. He was at the end of the rope when his hips picked up speed, he wanted to savor this moment, savor every part of you he could, but he’d been waiting too long not to fuck you harder than you’d ever been fucked.

His cock hit a spot inside you that made your vision blur, over and over, his pelvis rubbed your clit each time he drove back into you. It didn’t take long at all, the stinging between your legs from his size, the lack of oxygen, it all added up to this mind-blowing orgasm that left you shaking and crying.

He knew there was something wrong with him when he noticed you crying and liked it. He’d had his fantasies before. He always liked to imagine you laid out on a bed, underneath him, clinging to him while he fucked you. He liked soft and slow and the undeniable pleasure that you would babble about, but he’d never thought about making you cry once.

Now, he was. Now, he was thinking about shoving you down on your knees and choking you on his cock until tears were streaming down your face. He thought about bending you over his knee and spanking you, overstimulating you until your body simply could not take another orgasm, or maybe fucking your ass and shoving his fingers inside your cunt.

This wasn’t a one-time thing; he knew that right away. The feeling of you wrapped around him was a bliss he’d never experienced before. He’d fucked many women in his life, but he could say without a doubt that he’d never wanted to fuck anyone as badly as he’d wanted to fuck you. And finally, being allowed to take the pleasure that he’d wanted, was the most satisfying part of it. You, submissively crying, holding onto him, spreading your legs wider because even though you were so overwhelmed you still wanted more—it was fucking heaven to him.

Without his hold on your hip, you started to pull your body back. You couldn’t take another one, you couldn’t come again, but you were already feeling it again. He simply refused to let you create any distance. Once there was enough space for him, he climbed onto the counter with you. But just because something could fit, it didn’t mean it was necessarily comfortably done. He had to shove you flat against the mirror and you got onto your knees to relieve some of the searing pressure from his hips snapping into yours.

“I’m gonna come inside you, baby, okay?”

You nodded fast.

“You want me to fill your pussy with cum?”

“Please,” you choked out, and he only stopped choking you because he wanted to hear what you had to say. “Please come inside me. I wanna be dripping with your cum. I wanna keep it inside my pussy all day.”

“I will, baby, but I need you to come with me.”

You immediately began to protest but he tightened his hand again and all you could do was choke out unintelligible words. His opposite hand moved between your body and his and he pressed all four fingers down flat, quickly rubbing over your clit to make you come.

Your knees gave out just before you finished, and you had to rest all your weight onto him. He didn’t seem to mind at all, but it created this impossible position to move your lower half away from him or his hand.

He punctuated his own orgasm by biting down on your shoulder, and you didn’t even mind the pain of it. You barely registered it at all given how sensitive your clit was under his hand still. In fact, what you felt the most was him filling you up with cum.

Truly, it was what you had wanted for months. You liked to picture yourself just covered in his cum, your stomach, your face, your breasts, your ass, wherever he wanted to mark you. Once you had words back at your disposal, you would let him know.

Finally, he moved his hands from your cunt and your neck and wrapped his arms around you to safely move both of you off the counter. But he wasn’t setting you onto the floor, he was sitting down and letting you rest on his lap, cock still inside you. All you could do was lay on him, your body pressed to him, your head on his shoulder, and he let you. He waited patiently, cooing at you, praising you, running his hands through your hair and up and down your spine.

That night, in your apartment with Jacob, during a quiet dinner with just the two of you while you were trying to justify your feelings and get over the guilt, your phone chimed with a text. The contact’s name read Daddy, and even though you had only ever called one man Daddy, you hadn’t expected the message to be from Andy.

You’d only called him Daddy in one setting. This was for strict purposes, to protect his identity, yours, but also because it was a kink that you had yet to explore that you seriously wanted to. How the fuck did he know you were calling him Daddy?

chris tag:

@chris-evans-indian-fanfic @donutloverxo @kleohoneyao3 @cevans-fics @gotnofucks @sweet-pieces-of-nothing @ice-dtae @0mrs-evans0

#andy barber x reader #my writing #a lil different than my other andy fics and i'm happy w it tbh #this was honestly so fun to write

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bubblesuga · 3 years

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Happily

"baby just be with me so happily. . ."

Summary: Jungkook has done the impossible. He made you fall in love.

genre: pure, utter fluff tags: soft!jungkook, lovey-dovey!jungkook, reader loves jungkook, love love love love love W/C: 1,342

You had determined that love just wasn't for you.

Something about spending the rest of your life with one person was honestly the worst concept you had ever come across. Who was society to tell you that you have to "settle down" with a partner and "fall in love" to the point where you have to move in together and spend the rest of your lives with each other?

Of course you used to indulge in the fantasy that one day you would find your Prince Charming back in high school, when the only thing on every girl's brain was who was going to end up cheer captain and who was going to be their boyfriend. You read the romance novels, you watched the long, drawn out television series with the stereotypical 'will-they-won't-they' trope played out over 10 seasons, and you listened to Taylor Swift. So yeah, you were definitely well-versed in this category.

Then, college came.

Your mind drifted, you slept around, and you decided that finding love just wasn't for you.

Having experienced heart break, you never wanted to put yourself through it again.

And you're not.

Even now, as you sit beside your boyfriend (whom you never thought would even suggest the idea that you two take it seriously), you realize that college you could have been wrong. Maybe it wasn't so bad to fall in love.

You had a list. Three reasons why you feel like you became bewitched by Jungkook. There always there, gently coaxing you into familiarity and comfort. Three reasons why you threw away your old ideologies and allowed yourself to just...give in.

Jungkook has a way with telling stories that makes your stomach flutter, he's incredibly animated and detailed, throwing you directly into the scenario. Reason #1.

"And when I told her that her computer was fried and there was no sense in trying to recover it, she threatened to call the cops."

Your eyes widen, fully focused on Jungkook. You lay beside him, his arm draped around your side and playing gently with the ends of your hair, "Why would she call the cops?"

"That's what I was saying!" his smile is slightly incredulous, but it's adorable, "anyway, I tell her to do it. She was the fourth shitty customer of the day and honestly I was this--" he gestures with his pointer finger and thumb, holding them a millimeter apart, "--close to picking up her obnoxious wig right off her head and throwing it into the dust bin."

"So did she call the cops?" your right leg is resting neatly between Jungkook's thighs, his other hand moving to stroke your thigh. It moves upward, the black ink on his knuckles swirling in the dim lighting of his living room. Reason #2.

"No," he says rather smugly, "she picked up her tower and walked her ass out of the store."

"I don't know how you deal with customers like that all day, it seems exhausting." you say, closing your eyes and honing in on the way Jungkook's heartbeat quickens when your hand brushes against his pecs.

Jungkook simply shrugs, "Without this job, I wouldn't be able to buy my girlfriend pretty things to wear."

"Oh?" you look up at him, his eyes still somehow shining in the dark, "is that all you work towards? To see me in something skimpy only to rip it off of me seconds later?"

Jungkook's fingers tip your chin higher up, his lips dipping down to capture yours in a soft, small kiss.

"That's a plus," he whispers, "but I'm working my ass off to give us a better future."

Holy fucking shit.

Reason #3.

"You can't just say stuff like that..." you trail off, looking down to hide the obvious blush rushing to the tip of our nose.

It's taken you a long time to get to this point with him. Though it started off as a fun rendezvous every weekend, heated sex teetering off the edge into unnoticed passion, it slowly became more. He was spending the night, you were worrying about what you were going to make him for dinner. His lips would stay on yours a little longer during his goodbyes, and your hands longed to reach out for his whenever he wasn't around.

Again, slowly. Then all at once.

Suddenly you were sat in Jungkook's living room every night talking about each other's days, occasionally playing a few rounds of Super Smash (which he kicked your ass in) or Mario Kart (which you kicked his ass in), sharing a single beer and slowly falling more and more in love with each other.

It just hasn't been verbal quite yet, so Jungkook's admission makes your chest lock.

"Why not? I can't talk about how I want to spend the rest of my life with you?" He seems defensive but his tone is still soft, his hand gently trailing up and down your spine.

You don't know how to answer. If it was anyone else you would have pushed him away and vowed to never enter his apartment again. If it wasn't Jungkook, you would be running for the hills.

"No," you say after a little bit, hearing his breath hitch, "...you can."

He immediately relaxes, "I know we've never said it aloud before but," he licks his lips nervously, "I do love you. I want us to be together for a long time, and I know you love me too. You're just too damn stubborn to admit it."

Narrowing your eyes up at him, you speak, "No I'm not."

"Then say it." He challenges.

You smirk, "I love you."

"Sorry," he cups his hear, "I didn't quite catch that. Could you repeat yourself."

Giggling, you pull yourself away from his chest, "No, I said it. You don't get the pleasure of hearing me repeat it."

"Oh come on," Jungkook follows you as you stand, "I genuinely didn't hear it."

"Bullshit, Mr. Perfect Pitch. You got ears of steel." You gesture to your temples, allowing your feet to carry you across the cool wooden floors and into the kitchen.

Jungkook is close behind, "Hey, hey!" he grabs your wrist, forcing you to turn to him, "I'm beggin', baby."

Your skin burns beneath his, your chest filling with admiration for him. He's one of the most suave, smooth, and adorable men you have ever come across. Though it's fun to tease him, you can't deny him of what he wants for long.

"I love you, Jungkook."

The grin that lights up his face makes that word-- the one that you fought for so fucking long-- all the more worth it to say.

He grabs your waist, pulling you close to him, "Again."

"I love you," you giggle.

"Louder."

"I love you!" you say a little louder.

"Louder! I want the whole complex to hear you!" He holds your body firmly against his, urging your arms to rest on his shoulders.

Taking a deep breath, you yell, "I love you Jeon Jungkook!"

Jungkook laughs, planting a kiss on your lips and holding you there.

Swaying in the kitchen, his lips to leave yours. The kiss doesn't turn more heated, his hands aren't roaming your body. This kiss just feels... different. It's warm, not hot. His lips taste of the cool grape flavored beer the two of you shared earlier, and his lips turn up into a small, soft smile.

Pulling away after a few moments, he leans his forehead gently against yours, "You don't have to be so loud about it, ya know. I heard you the first time."

Before you have time to react, Jungkook lets go of you and runs away, his feet pounding against the floor and his airy giggle filling the apartment.

Gnawing at your lip, you drop your face into your hands. "I'm gonna get you for that one, baby!"

The three reasons you fell in love with Jungkook were so obvious, yet you fought them for so long. Not anymore, though. You refuse to deny yourself of life's simplest pleasure; love.

#bts fanfic #bts fic #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader fluff #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you #jungkook x you #jungkook fic #bts x you

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romiantic · 3 years

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𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬/𝐨

this includes first years and gojo, I’ll have separate posts for second years and kyoto students 💕 if you guys want anyone else, let me know

reading: black! fem! reader

genre: just straight fluff

a/n: I saw a megumi one with a black s/o but I didn’t see one with all of the first years so I decided to make themselves, hope you guys like it 🤍

━ 𝗬𝘂𝗷𝗶 𝗜𝘁𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶

Baby boy would probably ask something like, “Why does your hair look like?” and didn’t know it was offensive

Please help him out cause he’ll just stand there clueless wondering what did he do to get cussed out 😭

Natural Hair 101, PLEASE hand that course to him cause he’s gonna need it

It’s canon that he’s an ass man so he will DEFINITELY be a megan thee stallion fan

He would compliment your skin like all the freaking time, especially golden hour WHEW

Personally feel like his favorite style on you is box braids, especially if they’re long

He would do nothing but have you lay on his lap while playing with your braids

Itadori would gladly enjoy beauty supply store trips with you, even if you’re getting one thing like gel or edge control

He’s like a freaking kid in a candy store and you have to calm him and sukuna down cause this mf is trying to convince him to steal something BAD SUKUNA

Literally would stay up all night with you to watch all the black movies, new and old, and if one of them is your favorite, he’ll ask over and over to watch it again

Your favorite artist is Summer Walker? Suddenly he knows all the words to playing games (not like he stayed up all night learning it)

━ 𝗡𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗞𝘂𝗴𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗸𝗶

It’s drip or drown with Nobara, we all know it

She knows enough to tell you what matches your skin tone and what doesn’t (though she knows ALL colors look good ASF on you)

Put on her favorite color and for some reason she doesn’t know how to talk

She would be your biggest hype man everrrrrrr

Every time you get your hair or nails done, expect compliments all day long

Braids, love em; faux locs, YES MA’AM, she literally loves all styles on you

Especially when you get a wig installed, WHEW, she is ON YOU, literally praising how good you look and try to convince you to try this color or that color

Put on an orange bob to match with her and she has officially passed away, her soul ain’t with her no more

She would most def try to help you on wash day, she’ll more than likely pick up your wash day routine in like two days

Sometimes she’ll even do it for you 🥰

━ 𝗠𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗙𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗼

Unlike Itadori, Megumi would silence his questions about you

He would ask five millions questions about you to himself but wouldn’t dare to let them out of his mouth

Until you walk up to him and his brain starts short-circuiting

He wouldn’t have a favorite feature of your cause he literally loves ALL of you, from the curls/coils of your hair down to your nicely toned legs

He would stay up all freaking night to study upon your culture; the history, natural hairstyles, the food, etc.

Our blue eyed boy would probably want to help you on hair wash day but is way too nervous to ask

Don’t worry, he finally had the courage to ask you and of course you said yes

He would take it very slow and make sure to follow your wash day routine step by step

Unlike yuji, he’ll take the trips to the beauty supply store himself, but wouldn’t mind going with you

Oh boy would he be clueless though 😭 FaceTime him to make sure he gets the right stuff

━ 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼

This nigga would call you every food in the book no matter how many times you tell him to stop 😭 you had to get nanami to tell him to stop cause ofc he only listens to his boyfriend

He would be on some light skin shit and call you his baby momma or some shit, idc idc 😭

He would soooo be into megan thee stallion, you literally can’t convince me otherwise

On top of that, he’s somehow a megan stan, I totally see it

GOJO THE MF STALLION OR GOJO THE HOTTIE 🥳🥳 I just remembered that he is a stallion omg-

THIS MF CRIES TO BOYZ II MEN IDC IDC, he ain’t gonna tell you though, prideful ass 🙄

I feel like he would be a huge fan of love and basketball and try to make you watch it with him every weekend

Just like Nobara, drip or mf drownnnnnn when it comes to you

I found out not too long that it’s canon that Gojo only wears expensive shit, rich ass mf

So OF COURSE he would only buy nothing but for his wife

He’s paying for all of your hair and appointments, he doesn’t care if the wig install is $500 and nails is $75, HE’S PAYING

ummm hope you guys like these hc’s😭 this is my first ever headcannon so I hope you guys like them

bye babes, drink your water, stay hydrated, and remember that you are the baddest bitch on the planet 🥰 no matter what ANYONE says

𝟏 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝟑:𝟐-𝟑 💗

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Pairing: Vamp!Lisa x Human!Fem!Reader

AU: Vampire

Word Count: ~ 5,564

Warnings / Misc. -- Mentions of Blood

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! I'm alive! School has kept me crazy busy and I've had my hands full with other things as well, but I finished writing this one and I wanted to share with you lovely peeps. To everyone who stopped by to check in, and to those of you who’ve been patiently waiting, thank you endlessly. I love having you as my readers 💜

PS ~ I hope this isn't too bad for my first one shot in forever! Also, happy Lisa era. I’m so proud of our girl!

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Saturday, October 31st

You look like an idiot.

The nurse uniform you have on is obnoxiously cliché; short and tattered in various places to really sell the "sexy" aspect of it, little is left to the imagination. Fake blood stains dot the flimsy material in random patterns and mat some strands of the tacky blonde wig atop your head, making you look like something out of a B-movie at best.

A bonafide, absolute idiot.

When you express that sentiment to your best friend, she just rolls her eyes and holds out one last costume for you to try on. She had a few lined up in case you didn't like her other options, and clearly that's come in handy; you've already worked through the previous picks, so she crosses her fingers as your eyes skim over this one.

"Humor me, will you?" She asks, hoping that you'll give in and at least check this last one out.

"Fine, but this is your last chance. It had better be good." You raise a pointed finger at her in warning.

"I have a good feeling about this one," she says, smiling as you take the bag from her and slip into the dressing room one final time.

Her phone chimes soon after, and she's quick to retrieve it from her pocket.

Willow: Are you guys almost here?? Jackson's been asking about you.

Your best friend bites her lip at that, nervously nibbling on it as she rereads the message to make sure she didn't imagine the last part. She's liked Jackson since middle school, and he'll be swinging by the party that you've all been invited to; that's one of the main reasons she begged you to come with her tonight.

Y/BFFs/N: Still getting ready. We'll be there ASAP tho!

Willow: Alright, we'll see you soon. Don't take all night, or else👩🤛

Y/BFFs/N: Yah, cut the violence!

The sound of your best friend's soft giggling fills the air just as you manage to fasten the costume's last zipper and pull its hood over your head.

Surprise etches its way into your features as you do a spin, taking in the sight of yourself through the full length mirror of the dressing room. The outfit's red and black color schemes complement each other beautifully, giving you a powerful and sensual appeal that the other costumes didn't even stand a chance of doing. You look alluring in every sense of the word.

"Holy shit," your best friend says when you emerge, striking a pose. "You look hot!" She squeals, clapping a few times in quick succession.

There's no way you think this one looks bad.

"I think Wanda would be proud," you grin, tilting your head up and wrapping the cape around your neck.

"One hundred percent," Y/BFFs/N nods adamantly, in total agreement. The Scarlet Witch getup really compliments your features.

"Now," she starts, changing topics as she looks in the reflection of her phone's dark screen to adjust some of her hair that's gone astray. "Let's pay and then go. Willow's looking for us, and my future man's wondering where I am, too."

"Hell yeah!" You chuckle, patting her on the back. "I'll help you finally land him so you can stop pining."

You watch as she takes a moment to decide between coming up with a decent rebuttal to defend herself or agreeing with you, and you smile when she goes for the latter.

"I'd accept nothing less," she says, holding her head high like a princess. "You are my wingwoman, after all."

"And the best one in town," you add, tugging her towards the register. She reaches into her purse and pulls out the money to pay before politely handing it to the cashier.

The teenage boy takes it with a small smile, though the action looks a little comical as his upper lip gets caught on the cheap, plastic fangs he's sporting. His knock-off version of Dracula is definitely…. something… and you can tell that his managers forced him to wear it for the holiday.

"Come back and s-shhee us," he says, handing your change back. Your best friend takes it, failing to contain her laughter at his messy speech. He blushes crimson, likely cursing the plastic teeth for making him look a fool.

"We surely will," you respond, giving him a comforting smile to keep his embarrassment at bay. He nods gratefully, and you're quickly pulled out of the store by your best friend.

"Happy Halloween!" You shout over your shoulder, accompanied by the chime of the bell over the door.

"You too," he calls back, letting out a soft sigh.

---

20 Minutes Later -- The Party

Upon rounding the front of your car and stepping up onto the sidewalk outside of Willow's house, your attention is immediately caught by the numerous decorations that she put up last week.

"Huh," you mumble, gazing up at the skeleton that towers above you, standing 12 feet tall. "I think it's safe to say that this is her favorite holiday…"

"What makes you think that?" Your best friend plays, feigning ignorance as she pops up from behind a life-sized, animatronic Jason Voorhees.

"I don't know," you tut, admiring Willow's hard work a little longer. "Just a feeling."

Y/BFFs/N giggles in her unique way, making you smile at the sound as the two of you make your way up the path towards the house. You gaze down at your feet, careful to step on the stones of the walkway and avoid the motion-activated hands that scramble out of the weeds to grab unsuspecting guests.

Having known Willow your entire childhood, you've grown used to her ways.

*knock knock*

A strong, iconic synth bassline sounds off from inside, filling the otherwise quiet night around you with its catchy beat as you wait to be let in. Its sound is well known, and you almost instantly recognize it as "Sweet Dreams" by the Eurythmics.

A few seconds later, you hear clambering from inside, followed by concerning groans and shouted apologies.

Y/BFFs/N arches a skeptical brow at you, perfectly mirroring your thoughts.

Directly after, the door swings open in a flash, and you're nearly tackled by a whizz of curly hair.

"There you guys are!" Willow shrieks, pulling the two of you close as she nuzzles her face against your cheeks.

"Yep, here we are," you struggle out, nearly being strangled in her tight grip. She responds by squeezing you even tighter, blinded by her joy at seeing you again.

After all, it's been a while since all three of you have had the opportunity to spend the night partying together like this.

"Can't… breathe," Y/BFFs/N squeaks, successfully getting Willow to release you.

"Sorry," she apologizes, stepping back. "I'm just so happy you're here."

The freckles that spread across the bridge of her nose look especially adorable with the blush she's sporting, and her shy grin makes you forget about the near-fatality you just encountered moments before.

"We're happy to be here," you reassure her, returning her smile.

Your best friend agrees from beside you, nodding her head with a happy look of her own. "Believe it or not, we've missed your weirdness." She adds, cocking her head to the side.

Willow giggles again, and her eyes crinkle up into those half crescents that could surely melt even the iciest of hearts. She's practically sunshine in human form, and you have to resist the urge to shield your eyes.

"Yo, Willow! Who's at the door?"

Jackson.

You feel your best friend tense beside you, and you subtly pat her leg to calm her down.

Willow falls silent, though her lips go through the beginning stages of answering him; they open and purse, but she quickly halts her reply and shuts her mouth. She knows of Y/BFFs/N's crush on him, and she doesn't want to say the wrong thing.

Plus, if the lovesick girl wants to run and hide in the bushes, Willow's silence could buy her some time to slip away.

But alas, she doesn't.

Jackson appears in the doorway a mere 5 seconds after asking his question with a beer clutched in his hand. He moves to lean against the wooden frame as his pearly smile beams at you, and Y/BFFs/N audibly swallows at the sight.

For someone who's usually so confident, she can really be shy sometimes.

"Lovely to see you, ladies," he greets, putting his free hand in front of him as he bows. His accent is modeled after that of Jack Sparrow, as is his surprisingly well designed costume.

You nod back at him. "Hey, Jackson. Long time no see."

You elbow your best friend when she remains silent for a beat too long, and the action snaps her back to reality.

"Yeah, hey Jackson." Her voice is quiet -- she doesn't trust it to refrain from cracking.

He smiles, not failing to notice the nervous aura that's quickly taken over the girl beside you. Her eyes nearly pop out of her head when he gives her a curious once-over, and you take that as your cue to save her from the impending embarrassment that's lurking just around the corner.

"Alright, guys!" You clap, stepping forward. "Let's get to partying."

Her shoulders relax, and you feel her slip her hand into yours as you enter the house, squeezing twice as a silent thank you.

15 Minutes Later

Willow stands beside you in the kitchen, mixing a few things together in one of the millions of red solo cups that she bought for tonight. You sneak a peek over her shoulder at the concoction, seeing its light blue color turn purple-ish as she adds a new liquor into the equation.

In comparison to typical house parties, this one is relatively small; most of the rooms are filled with people, but it's a comfortable amount. Maneuvering around the place is fairly easy, which is always a plus when you're coexisting with sweaty, drunk people.

"Willow, love, why did you buy so many cups?" You ask, toying with the ripped plastic packaging of one of the stacks.

"You know I like to be prepared," she laughs, brushing off her major miscalculation. "Plus I can just use the rest of them at my next party."

You nod, knowing she's right. "Are you having another soon?"

"I think so. Jiu and her crew are coming back in a couple weeks, so I thought I'd surprise them with one."

You scoff, humor laced in the sound. "What, they didn't get enough partying done at their university already?"

Willow turns around, grinning at you as she hands you your drink. "Evidently campus police keep a close eye on them. Siyeon whined about that a lot when she called me."

"Sounds like her," you chuckle into your cup as you take a sip.

PFFT

"Eww, Willow! What did you put in this?!"

Your spit take didn't land on anyone, thankfully, but it did capture the attention of some people nearby. You wave a hand at them as a silent apology, and they go back to their previous tasks.

The curly headed prankster covers her mouth, though the action does a terrible job of quieting her maniacal laughter.

"You're lucky Y/BFFs/N isn't over here," you say, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. "She'd avenge me."

Willow uses a napkin to dab the tears of laughter from her eyes. "Why else do you think I waited until she was busy with Jackson?" She asks, motioning to her lounge room across the foyer.

You look inside, spotting Y/BFFs/N holding a pool cue in her hand as Jackson sinks another shot into one of the corner pockets.

The sight reminds you of the pep talk and 2 shots of liquid courage you gave her earlier, and how she disappeared with the promise to make a move and actually talk to him. Now, she looks completely absorbed in whatever banter they're sharing, and although your violated taste buds still ache from the sickly-sweet mixture that Willow made, you wouldn't want her to be anywhere else.

You can get your own revenge.

Sneaking a glance around the kitchen, you search for something to help with your retaliation. A small package of streamers lays abandoned on the island, forgotten to be put up earlier, and you slyly grin. Their ribbons sparkle with glitter, shimmering as the multicolored party lights stream in from the living room and land on them.

It's as if the universe is putting a spotlight on them, just for you.

After side eyeing Willow one final time to ensure that she isn't catching onto your plan, you act quickly. She stands beside the counter, right where you left her, and you dart to the island to grab the streamers. Your fingertips soon gain purchase on the packaging, and you tear it open in one swift motion.

Her gaze locks onto yours just as you near her, but it's far too late for her to get away.

"Take this!" You declare, upending the baggie atop her head. She shrieks as they cascade down her body, getting caught in the creases and wrinkles of her costume as they go. A small wave of glitter tumbles out of the bag as well, coating her hair and clothes.

Boy, that'll be fun to try and get out later.

Her head slowly raises once you finish your assault and place the baggie on the countertop beside you, but the look in her eye is unlike anything you've ever seen.

"You're dead," she warns. Just as the smile drops from your face, an even larger, more sinister one begins forming on hers.

The floor creaks beneath your feet slightly as you take a step back, and you know you have to high tail it out of there if you want to evade her.

"Catch me if you can!" You shout, springing into action. You turn around and dart out of the room, gliding past numerous partygoers in the hall.

Willow's choice of footwear works in your favor, you soon realize; the sharp rapping sound of her heels pierces the air behind you, serving as a tell of how much distance is between you.

Her unstable platforms buy you a little time, and you thank the universe as you rush through the living room and back towards the foyer. You plan to cut across it and hide out in one of the bathrooms until she drops her plan for revenge.

A grin pulls at your cheeks as you skid into one of the walls, looking like a character from Scooby-Doo as you will your feet to work correctly again and get you to safety. Willow laughs behind you, joining in on the fun.

"Perfect," you mutter under your breath, spotting a clear path through the foyer. It leads under the stairs, and you can see the open door of the bathroom from where you are.

Your feet take you past a handful of drunk people, bobbing and weaving through them with ease, before you're racing towards the restroom to take cover.

Before you can make it there, though, you collide with someone rather abruptly as they step straight into your path.

Your eyes shut tightly as you brace yourself for impact with the ground, but it never comes. The person reaches out and catches you before you can hit the floor, and a soft apology slips past their lips as they scoop you up.

Upon hearing that uniquely feminine voice speak its regret again, you peek your eyes open. What you see nearly makes the woman's effort to keep you upright moot; she's so gorgeous that your legs almost give out from underneath you.

Dirty blonde locks cascade over her shoulders in soft waves, half-mussed, half-pristine from your run-in. Her doe eyes are a velvety chocolate color, and you find yourself getting lost in them. Flickers of red show in them, illuminating almost rhythmically the longer she admires you.

Are those contacts? You ask yourself. They have to be.

She seems to be just as affected by your presence as you are of hers.

"Y/N, I'm coming to get you!"

Willow does her best to sound like a villain from a 90s horror film as she clambers her way closer to you, bumping into a few people on the way. You're brought out of your stupor by her rapidly approaching footsteps, and you take a step away from the woman. Her hands fall from your waist, where they had previously been resting.

Stealing a quick look at the bathroom, you feel your stomach turn.

Damnit. Someone's in there now.

Screw this sexy stranger for distracting you. Now you'll have to deal with Willow's wrath.

"What's wrong?"

There's that voice again.

Part of you wants to brush it off and slip away quietly, but an even bigger part of you is determined to stay where you are and tell her. Something about her pulls you in, and you're having a hard time denying it.

"I need to hide. I glitter-fied my friend and now she's coming after me."

The woman's plump lips pull back in a humored smile, and she nods as a chuckle leaves her. "Right," she says, like that's a common occurrence. "I can help, if you'd like."

"How?" You ask, your brows momentarily knitting together in confusion. When she unties and opens the black cloak that's wrapped around her body, your breath catches.

"You in?" She asks, side eyeing the foyer as Willow nearly careens into the Egyptian vase that her mother bought her last year for Christmas.

You take a deep breath and hold your hand out to her just as Willow rounds the corner, and she swiftly pulls you in close before you can be spotted. She winds the cloak around both of your bodies, concealing your faces as the fur-lined hood falls atop your heads.

Unconsciously, you wrap your arms around her waist and pull her flush up against you to further ensure your safety. She quietly grunts when she stumbles over her own feet, falling into you a little.

"Sorry," she whispers, though her third apology of the night is unnecessary. You almost want to thank her for what happened.

Especially when her warm breath fans across your right cheek, where her head is angled.

Every breath you take pushes you closer to each other, and the satin shirt she's wearing slides against your heated skin. She swallows thickly as one of your hands falls to the small of her back, testing the waters.

When she shifts a little to encourage you, you're acutely aware of the thigh that's worked its way between your legs.

When did that happen?

You bite back a sigh as she just smirks, quietly shushing you.

Willow thunders by, shouting your name and threatening to throw you into the pool when she tracks you down. You want to laugh at that, but you'd honestly welcome it right now. Some cold water would surely bring you to your senses after being led astray by this goddess in front of you.

Her footsteps grow distant as she makes her way outside, still searching.

The two of you remain as you are for a couple more minutes until you're certain that the coast is clear, and then you part. When she lowers the cloak, you look away; a deep blush has worked its way up your neck and across your cheeks, and letting her see it would surely make you die of embarrassment.

She keeps her eyes on you as she reties the cover around herself, attempting to get a read on you. The bashful aura that's befallen you is cute, no doubt, but she can sense your arousal. She can smell it on you, and the scent is beginning to drive her crazy.

You fiddle with the sleeves of your costume, readjusting them nervously.

"So, um… thanks," you say, sneaking a glance up at her.

The red hues in her eyes are even more pronounced now, and the sight makes you press further into the wall behind you -- the one that you were previously pushed up against.

"No problem," she smiles, showing off her pearly white teeth. Two of them catch your attention; a set of fangs now shine, looking alluring and threatening all at the same time.

There's only one issue: you're certain that they weren't there when you first bumped into her. When did she put them in? And why do they look so real?

The feeling of her hand landing on your forearm pulls you away from the millions of questions that're firing off in your head right now.

"May I ask your name?" She politely requests, dipping her head down sweetly.

"Y/N," you breathe out, quickly realizing that you'd do just about anything she asked you to.

"Y/N." She repeats, allowing the letters to blend in her mouth as they roll off her tongue. She looks satisfied for some reason as she says it again, trying it out.

"I'm Lisa."

"It's nice to officially meet you," you smile, reaching a hand out. Her touch is gentle but firm as she takes it, shaking it with ease.

"Likewise, beautiful."

The grin on your face only widens at the name, and you pull your hand away out of fear of what she might do next. She's already putting you under her spell, and you're sure that another touch would have you fully entranced.

She studies you with pursed lips for a moment, clearly debating on something. Her eyes flicker over the dips and curves of your body as a smirk grows on her lips.

"What are you thinking?" You question, curious but teasing.

"That I'd love to have your body on mine again."

She's bold, and she says it like the fact it is. No shame, no bashfulness. Just true, honest desire.

You bite the inside of your cheek at her bravery, silently thanking the universe for it. The likelihood of you gaining the courage to make a move is slim to none even in the best cases, and this was no exception. She already has your heart skipping beats and you've only known her a few minutes.

"How about a dance?" She suggests, quirking a brow. The look on her face disarms your defenses, and you take a deep breath before agreeing to your demise.

"That sounds wonderful."

She dips her head again, hiding her face away momentarily, and you think it's the cutest thing ever.

She's shy all of a sudden as her cool demeanor slips up a bit, and that never happens. You might just be her downfall, too.

She holds an elbow out and steps forward, allowing you to link your arm with hers and cuddle in close.

Her eyes scan across the living room as she studies it, but she's unimpressed.

Sweaty, winding bodies thrash around to some upbeat pop song that's been overplayed on every radio station in town for weeks now, and the idea of taking you there puts her off.

When a drunk boy comes into view with a dildo strapped to his forehead, her mind is officially made up.

"Let's go outside," she says, leading you through the patio doors.

A quaint gazebo sits on one side of the yard, and the dance floor that Willow's family installed a couple years ago occupies the other. Both are decorated with string lights in combinations of gold, purple, black, and orange. Other ornaments adorn the surfaces as well, and you smile when you spot a comically large spider sat atop the gazebo's roof.

"Where would you like to go?" Lisa asks, keeping her voice low. It's calm and deep, running a chill through you.

Softer music plays out here, offering a totally different vibe than inside. Some couples -- many of them introverted, assumably -- sway on the dancefloor as the DJ that Willow hired takes a sip of her drink on the raised stage. She adjusts a few switches slowly, not rushing for a second.

"Let's try the gazebo," you decide, glancing over your shoulder at Lisa. She's looking away, but you don't think anything of it as the two of you fall in step with one another on your way over.

Shit, Lisa thinks to herself.

Her plans to come to this party, feed, and make a quick getaway are totally derailed. She'd hoped to find a victim that she was attracted to but didn't like, if that even makes sense, and feed like the animal she is. Then she would leave them like all the rest, drained but still alive, and slip away.

But now she's met you, and any desire for those plans have been thrown out the window.

You interest her, and that doesn't happen often. She hasn't met someone who's been capable of doing that in years, and she's intrigued. Something about you just pulls her in, inexplicably, and she knows her feelings would be glaringly obvious if you saw her face right now.

"Woah, look at this," you sigh, stepping out of her hold to check the place out. A bench runs the perimeter of the gazebo, only stopping at the doorway, and the lights look even prettier from inside. They shimmer, looking like star showers as their strings hang down in the windowless openings of the building.

Lisa quickly learns that she loves seeing you like this. Your eyes are alight, and your sweet smile of wonder warms her heart. Her hands slip into her pockets as she eventually manages to take her eyes off you, following your lead as she admires the decorations.

She does a twirl, looking around.

"It's gorgeous."

"I know, right? This is totally up Willow's alley," you say, grinning at the mental image that you can conjure up of her giddily spiffing the scene up.

"I'll have to thank her for making it look so special, then," Lisa says, smiling. The place really makes you feel like you're in your own little world; everything about it is just right. The ambience, the decor, the company… it’s perfect, and Lisa's content with how the evening is playing out.

Her fingers skate down your arm as she nears you, trekking their way down to your palm. She takes your hand and spins you, watching with admiration as your hair flows in the breeze. Now facing her, you thread your fingers together around the back of her neck as she encircles your waist with her arms.

"Why have I never seen you around?" You ask sincerely, looking up at her.

She hesitates briefly. "My university is a few towns over. I just come here to visit my family every few months."

Not a total lie, she thinks to herself.

"And stop by terrible parties like this, of course." You add, smirking.

She shakes her head at that. "No, I can't say I do. I just decided to check this one out on my way to my friend's house." She explains.

Underneath your cloak, her hands find their way to the small of your back. One stays put while the other dips a little lower, testing the waters.

"And besides," she starts again, feeling you pull her closer. "Meeting you here automatically makes this an awesome party. Not terrible."

"Cheeeesy!" You scrunch your face up and groan, making her laugh.

"Maybe, but it's the truth."

"Sure, Lisa."

She shakes her head and you laugh lightly together, still swaying about. You hold her close enough to rest your head on her shoulder, and the pads of your thumbs rub small circles on the sensitive skin of her neck. She hums at the feeling, and you take note of the way she relaxes in your arms.

The night breeze appears again, performing a flowing dance of its own as it lulls past you in waves. A slight chill resides in it, mixed with a generous amount of the day's sweet, fading heat, and you're at peace.

The slow song that had been playing across the yard ends delicately, parting with some melodic feature that resembles a warm embrace, and it blends seamlessly into the next song.

Turning Page, you recognize it as.

Huh, how ironic. One of your favorites.

Lisa's lips brush against your cheek as she turns her head slightly, whispering, "I like this one, too."

How did she know? You ask yourself. You hadn't said it out loud…

Maybe she's just a good guesser. Yeah, that's gotta be it.

You feel yourself melt as she begins singing the words to you. It's hushed and sentimental -- meant only for your ears to hear, and that makes it even more special to you.

"If I had only felt the warmth within your touch"

She croons, pressing her cheek against your warm skin. You blush, catching yourself when you remember what the next line of the song is.

"If I had only seen how you smile when you blush"

She brings a hand up to cup your cheek in her palm, and her other arm remains around you, holding you tenderly.

"Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough"

Now, her thumb runs across your bottom lip. You look into her eyes and find them an even deeper shade of red than they had been before, but it doesn't frighten you for some reason. She glances down at your mouth again, fighting her impatience as she waits for permission from you.

"I would have known what I was living for all along"

You nod and lace your fingers in her locks, and she doesn't waste another second.

She leans in, humming against your lips when they meet hers for the first time. Her lipgloss spreads across them upon contact, smudging its precise application, but she doesn't seem to care in the slightest. She draws you in closer, and you bring both of your hands around to cup her face as you deepen the kiss.

Her mouth is welcoming against yours, and it moves languidly as you get adjusted to one another. Every move makes you feel dizzier than the one before it, and swarms of butterflies take flight in your stomach with no signs of stopping.

She nips at your bottom lip as her hands dip far lower than before, now kneading your ass as your kisses continue to work her up.

"Fuck," you curse, breaking away from her lips to catch your breath. She's stolen it all from you, and yet she's still not ready to give you a rest; her mouth drops to your jaw, embracing your skin there before moving down to your neck.

She doesn't realize how dangerous the game she's playing truly is until it's almost too late.

Her lips press to the area just above your pulsepoint, where she's learned over the years that blood pumps the hardest and tastes the sweetest. She draws it into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the area as her ears perk up at the breathless sound of your moans. They spur her on, and she nips at the skin, surely leaving a hickey.

Her senses become even more clouded when you say her name, the title caught somewhere between a whine and command, and she feels the strong impulse to claim you. The sensation is overwhelming, and she knows you can feel it too.

Your hands tug on the collar of her shirt as she lets her fangs fully extend, no longer suppressing them. They rake across your pulsepoint, making you shiver against her.

"Please…"

That's all you manage to get out before they pierce your skin, eliciting a whimper from you. Blood fills her mouth instantly, sliding across her taste buds in velvety waves and calming her constant craving. Your hands tighten in her hair, and the delicious twinge of pain that it provides only encourages her more.

Your blood is different than anything she's ever tasted; it's richer -- sweeter. A throaty groan leaves her as she savors it, and you shut your eyes in pleasure. It's addicting, but she knows she has to stop herself before she hurts you. If she continues like this much longer, she won't have the willpower to let go.

She retracts her fangs as she licks your taste from them, and then you feel her warm tongue clean the wound she made. It stings a bit, but in all the right ways.

When she pulls back to look at you, she finds your eyes half-lidded and a pleased smile on your face. It nearly kills her, then and there.

Her gaze flickers back to your neck to admire the hickie she made earlier, but what she sees surprises her. Below it is a darker, more prominent marking that she's only seen other vampires leave behind before.

Definitely not a hickie.

Your brows furrow as you look at her neck as well, noticing a faint outline of something growing darker by the second. Blinking a few times to ensure that you aren't hallucinating, you find that it's really there.

"Lisa, what's on your neck?" You ask.

"A soulmate mark." She responds, feeling a sense of belonging settle over her as she looks at you again. You just confirmed her suspicions by asking that.

"Same as yours," she smiles.

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Hello there how is everything I am a fan of AOT and I wanted to ask you if it okay you can do a headcanon of eren and zeke dating a black s/o

dating a black s/o;

❥ hiii, i hope you enjoy, ty for the request, i’m a poc so this is nice :)

eren jaeger

first of all he fucking loves you, like he’s infatuated with you because you’re so beautiful and just everything you do is like wow.

let’s start with your hair, he loves it so much and he’s always trying to touch it even when you tell him not to lmao

he’ll sit in the bathroom with you while you do your hair and just talk to you while reading the labels of the products you use

he spritz the spray bottle at your hair sometimes just for fun too

one time you let him try to braid your hair and the braids weren’t terrible but he knotted a lot of your hair ngl😭

he gets so confused when you ask him to buy certain products and constantly comes home with the wrong stuff

“what do you mean this isn’t it? baby, it literally says deep condition creme!” “but it’s not the same, i wanted the coconut oil one!” “well this is the castor oil one, it’s basically the same thing.”

no eren. no, it is not the same thing.

he likes joining you in the shower for wash days sometimes, but he probably leaves halfway through the shower because you’re taking way too long

he hates that sticky feeling of lip gloss but just the way it makes your lips look he finds it so alluring, he’ll peck little kisses on your lips all the time and then wipe his mouth after

he loves your cooking. he really enjoys it and is always open to try new things, he swears he’s getting the most exotic shit even though it’s literally just baked mac n cheese or something...

“baby what is this? it is so good.” “eren it is literally fried okra.”

you put him onto so many songs and he can probably belt out the lyrics to some of your favorite artists because he’s heard their songs so many times

occasionally if you’re just dancing in the kitchen and getting down, he’ll join you for a few minutes even though he looks like a complete fool (i doubt he can dance, but he thinks he’s doing an amazing job💔)

sometimes he can ask a lot of questions when he’s bored to know more about your culture, heritage, etc because he thinks it is genuinely interesting

he def seems like the type to put #blm in his bio or something, or post a black screen to show his support

he brags about you all the time to his friends, he just thinks you’re so cool and not in like a weird way, just genuine admiration for you, and he has a lot of pride that he even had a chance with you, it’s endearing

zeke yeager

zeke automatically thinks you’re the baddest bitch he’s ever seen, i mean he’s all for you

i mean this dude was like AWOOGA when he first saw you— pls😭

and it’s not that he brags about you, it’s just more of a “you see her? yeah, she’s mine.” but he doesn’t say it audibly, he just flaunts you in a more physical way

zeke actively tries to help with your hair but it’s more to pester you than anything, like he’ll comb the ends of your hair carelessly and you’ll slap his hands away

not that he’s not trying or anything but he just doesn’t know what he’s doing LMAO

since i keep talking about the lipgloss thing since i find it funny, zeke out of these 3 doesn’t mind the lip gloss at all, he actually probably goes out of his way to kiss you, and ngl he probably licks the lipgloss you left on his mouth or something jokingly—

zeke lets you talk to him about anything, your culture, foods you want to try to make, issues that you have, and he’ll casually pitch in his own questions and stuff like that, he’s a good listener

if you’re at the store together looking for hair products and stuff he’ll just point to random stuff and tell you you should get it, even if he knows it won’t work for your hair

“what about this, sweetheart? i think this is pretty neat.” “zeke... that is tresemme... i need shea moisture shampoo.” “well i use this, it works just fine.” *cue a staring contest between zeke’s beard and you* “yeah... it’s working i guess.”

but in the end he probably understands why you use certain products and why you can’t use certain products, he just likes messing with you.

he really enjoys your cooking and probably tries to be in the kitchen with you and help you cook, he’s good company and he’s not to bad at cooking himself

he’ll also give you recipes you should try that he’s seen as well, he just thinks that if you cook it, it automatically tastes better LMAO

he’s like a little sugar daddy, if you want him to buy you a $300 lace front he probably will, or if you want him to buy you some expensive ass shoes he probably will

he probably put on your bonnet or wig just to make you laugh or something, it was actually quite funny—

he treats you like a little princess too, like he’ll probably check the weather and be like “honey, we can’t go out today it’s too humid for your hair.” and he’s really just pretentious about little things like that, he goes out his way to make sure you’re okay, and good, especially when it comes to things that are important to you

he asks you if you can comb his hair and oil his scalp and stuff like that for fun, and lets you braid his hair and beard for practice, he just sits back and enjoys😭😭

levi ackerman

i feel like levi doesn’t show his admiration as much but deep down it’s definitely there, he finds you interesting, and an amazing individual

he has probably stuck around once or twice to watch your hair routine but he’s not always there to watch, the funny thing is though he probably remembers it; you’ve had him help you with the routine before and you were surprised when he wasn’t even really listening to what you were saying cause he kind of already knew what to do

“so then you’re gonna— yeah, yeah... how’d you know?” “i’m not stupid, i’ve seen you do it before.” “yeah— like once!”

we love our educated king <3

he’s surprisingly gentle when he’s doing it too, like his hands are so delicate and light and he’s lowkey afraid to hurt you so you have to tell him to be a little rougher when trying to untangle/comb through your hair

he will not kiss you when you have lip gloss on. i’m sorry but he doesn’t like the feeling, and if you kiss him he’ll wipe it off of his lips immediately, he doesn’t like it at all

he rarely brings home the wrong items if you ask him to run to the beauty supply or something. it’s just not hard to get the right thing, he looks at the photo of the product you sent him and scavengers the isles. he hates going for beauty supply runs though because he doesn’t like getting stared at, he’d rather go with you instead of by himself

he thinks your cooking is good but he’s not that surprised to be honest, maybe the first time you could see in his face that he was enjoying it but he never really exaggerates how good it is like eren would.

he does ask for another plate though, and if you tease him about that he rolls his eyes😭

he doesn’t take racism, any of that lightly, i can definitely see him getting immediately defensive over the slightest things that could even come off racist to you. it’s not that he’ll immediately say something but he does get sus of the person and a little more protective of you

he probably secretly has so many pictures of you in his phone, and one of them is definitely his lock screen because he finds you so gorgeous

he probably would put your bonnet on your head for you if you forgot it before going to sleep, or wake you up to put it on

he probably knows some hair care tips because he does his own research for your sake, he wants to know as much as you do so he can be a help; so even if you already knows what he’s telling you, act like its new information, you’ll see his eyes light up a little bit when you tell him you’ll try that next time :’))

he complains about your hair being left everywhere though, i also think he doesn’t like to participate in your wash days because he doesn’t like seeing your hair everywhere

but despite this he still is usually the one to clean it up if you’re taking too long to, thank you levi<33

another thing is, if you have beads in your hair, he really likes it because the sound they make is somewhat relaxing to him + it lets him know when you’re around, it’s almost comforting sob sob

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