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sneak peek: untitled Americanized 28 Days Later bethyl fic
“HELLO?!”
And once again, Beth was met with nothing but dreadful silence.
She heaved a sigh and began trekking up the seventh set of stairs, her thighs aching and her legs heavy. Daryl made a frustrated sound and passed by her, murmuring under his breath so she couldn’t decipher his words as he took the lead towards the next landing. She followed numbly.
What if there wasn’t anything at all waiting for them at the top? What if he’d been right all along, and all they ended up finding was another empty apartment? Or a sight similar to her dad’s bedroom back at the farm? Had she really fought so hard just to waste their time chasing after something that was too good to be true?
Did it even matter, though? Was it truly wasting time when everything else they did every single day was nothing more than killing time? Was it any worse than sleeping in an abandoned Journeys night after night and trekking through the same empty streets day after day?
At least she’d know. At least she could say she’d fucking tried.
And then, halfway up the ninth set of stairs with Daryl half a staircase ahead of her, an ominous sound reached their ears. It echoed through the stairwell, reverberating loudly throughout the lobby below.
The screams of the infected. The messy and clustered shuffling of feet, immediately followed by the clang and clatter of multiple hands against metal—bodies upon bodies shoving and forcing their way through, clambering desperately over the mountain of shopping carts. Metal clashing against metal as the giant obstacle slowly disentangled and fell apart. Heavy, purposeful footsteps hitting the stairs. Climbing up and up. Straight towards Beth and Daryl.
They both recognized it at the same time, and Daryl whipped his head around to meet her gaze with the same wide-eyed look of shock that was surely mirrored on her own face. She spared no more than a second to glance over the railing of the stairs, down towards the way they’d come—she could already see the shadowed forms of several infected racing up the stairs, screaming and flailing their arms, outreached for something they could only smell and hear.
“Fuck!” Daryl cursed, picking up speed as he climbed the stairs ahead of her.
“Oh shit, oh shit,” Beth gasped out, forcing herself to climb the stairs after him even faster, desperate to catch up. Her legs were already burning and aching from the climb.
But she could hear the infected barely three floors below, trailing behind and rapidly catching up. Their feet pounded loudly on the stairs, their wails echoing throughout the entire building. The adrenaline kicked in and she sped up, but it was no use.
She was still an entire staircase behind Daryl, and he was only climbing quicker and quicker. Without her.
She glanced back over her shoulder as she reached the eleventh landing and, to her horror, saw the first of the infected leading the pack, rounding the corner at the landing just two floors below—eyes red, face covered in blood, legs pumping. She looked forward again and saw Daryl further ahead. He hadn’t even spared her a glance backward.
“Daryl—wait!” She cried out. “Wait for me! Please! Please! Don’t leave me!”
His only response was, “C’mon! Hurry up!”
Her legs pumped harder, pushing her up the stairs and after him. Another staircase. Then another. And still, another after that. When would it end? Would they ever be safe?
She could hear the infected gaining on her, so much faster than she could ever be, their screams growing louder, their footsteps growing closer.
Was Daryl going to leave her behind? Was he really going to sacrifice her for his own safety?
Could she really blame him if he did?
#bethyl fanfiction#sneak peek#coming soon#28 days later adaptation#i'm literally almost done and i'm so damn excited to start posting#in the final few chapters and SO CLOSE !!!#i think this will begin posting within the next month or two :)#23 chapters down and only a couple more to go#I CANT WAIT FOR Y'ALL TO READ IT#like really i can't wait i'm so excited and i really hope people enjoy reading it as much as i've enjoyed writing it#finally doing the beth and daryl adaptation that i've been wanting to do for a couple years#my favorite movie EVER might just become my favorite fic i've ever written#lots of found family and familiar characters and zombie violence except they're not zombies but they kind of are#and of course FALLING IN LOOOOVE through that sweet sweet trauma bonding
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the brothers being caught jerking off content is sooo good, would you be down for writing a reverse where MC gets caught jerking off thinking of the brothers? (and the dateables!)
the brothers + dateables (minus luke) reaction to walking in on MC touching themself.
the brothers + dateables x gn!reader
summary: caption guys.
warnings: embarrassment, masturbating, stuttering, cocks, eating out, fingering.
a/n: guys school started so i didn't really write a lot and my laptop crashed a few mins ago while i was almost done with writing and it didn't autosave, i'm so thankful for all the love on my other posts. i tried to keep this as genderneutral as possible. requests are still open!!
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LUCIFER
he knocks on your bedroom door but doesn't give you enough time to fix your pants.
you stare at each other for a bit until he clears his throat and looks away so you can fasten your pants again.
while waiting for you to fix yourself a tent is forming in his pants, thinking back on the way you laid splayed out, hair stuck on your forehead, cheeks rosy colored, making his clothed cock twitch.
might as well call you to his office later to talk about it, maybe add some physical touch too, since his cock won't stop bulging in his pants at just the thought of you.
MAMMON
knocking? what's that?
when he catches you in the act, hand still on your private part, he needs some time to realise what just happened.
shakes his head in disbelief, thought you were a saint who would never do this, will not stop thinking about it when he's alone in his room.
secretly hopes you're busy with yourself again, every time he enters your room, so he can ask if he can join you, since he regrets he didn't ask it the first time.
LEVIATHAN
doesn't knock either, and just storms into your room.
he doesn't even realize what you were doing until he sees how red your face is, the way your eyes are glossy from embarrassment, your pants still open, and your intimate part still visible.
literally just runs away and stays in his room the whole day, doesn't go to dinner either, just because he's embarrassed to see you.
all that time alone with his own thoughts about you has his dick going hard, he might as well be fisting his cock the whole day while thinking about you, alone in his room.
SATAN
normally does knock, but of course, the one time he doesn't, this happens.
''oh... how unfortunate.'' 🧍♂️, he says that while he knows he loves it, sees how embarrassed you are so he just leaves you alone.
when he tries to read his books, he catches himself re-reading the same sentence four times now. he just can't stop thinking about you.
will definitely make remarks, and tease you but more in an indirect way, so it stays between you two.
ASMODEUS
of course he won't knock, why would he? what do you have to hide from him anyways?
''you were doing this, without me?'' he pouts as he comes closer, closing the door behind him.
if you allow him, he'll show you how good he is with his hands, fingers softly stroking and teasing.
if you don't he'll just watch you masturbate, since you look so cute when you do so.
BEELZEBUB
ended up in your room after following the amazing scent he had been smelling.
is a bit shocked when he realizes where it's coming from.
''can i try it out?'' he asks you with puppy eyes, he was so excited to feel it in his mouth after he's been so eager to find this scent of your arousal.
is unsurprisingly good with his mouth, tongue lapping around, swirling, sucking and he won't stop. it's like endless plates of food for him, it isn't until you have to beg him to stop, that he stops.
BELPHEGOR
suddenly he's wide awake when he sees what's going on.
loves the view, stands with arms crossed in the doorstep as he licks his lips, tells you to keep going, no matter how embarrassed you are, and doesn't even understand what you're so embarrassed of since you look so damn good.
his pants start pressing up against his crotch, so he'll have to release his hard cock now.
whenever mammon brags about how he's your first man, he'll definitely ask him if he ever saw your private part too, now he has something to be first in with you too.
DIAVOLO
stands there for a bit, not sure of what he's supposed to do.
when he sees how embarrassed you are he leaves.
but comes back in your room fully naked, now you won't have to feel embarrassed anymore, right?
wrong. you feel even more embarrassed, this will now forever remain as a core memory.
BARBATOS
knocks, definitely knocks.
the way your appearance looks messier than usual doesn't go unnoticed by him, and he quickly connects the dots and realizes what you've been doing.
he smiles softly, happy that you're feeling comfortable enough to do so.
will add a light aphrodisiac in your tea, so you can continue where you started off when he leaves.
SIMEON
''oh, mc! i'm so sorry!'' he says as sweat buds appear on his forehead, he's in so much distress and embarrassed about what happened.
after you calmed him down and told him it's alright he still doesn't leave. ''you can continue, i don't want to be a burden.''
you awkwardly continue masturbating after he's been so eager for you to do so.
will chant your name and cheer you on when you climax.
SOLOMON
there's no way you didn't do this on purpose. that's what he thinks even though he is the one that walked in on you.
he tells you how cute you look when you masturbate, and doesn't even care that you're super embarrassed.
a bulge starts forming in his pants and he swiftly releases his cock with a soft groan.
''mc, wanna help each other out here?'' he asks with a big grin.
#obey me#obey me x mc#obey me smut#obey me dateables#lucifer#mammon#leviathan#satan#asmodeus#beelzebub#belphegor#diavolo#barbatos#simeon#solomon#om!#obey me x reader#smut
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U Go Girl
Shin Yuna x Male Reader
Genre: Smut, Shorts, Vanilla
WC: 1460
A/N: Still not over this Yuna so wrote a quick fic while I had a small spare time. Well enjoy.
Your thumb is busy scrolling through Instagram. You are at it again, it's a guilty pleasure. Going photo after photo, checking how hot and gorgeous the account owner is; lusting over her overflowing sex appeal. You're careful enough not to accidentally like anything, it will be so weird if that happens. For sure it's not new to her, receiving a notification of someone liking her not so recent posts. You're quite confident you are not the only one lurking on her account given her appearance and online presence so it should not matter that much. However, you are a special case.
Shin Yuna. Even her name sounds downright sinful, just like her face and that damn body. You reach out under your pants to adjust your stiffening member as it starts to become uncomfortable, you just can't help it. The act is kind of sick to be honest, getting turned on and imagining lewd things. Still it is the only thing to do to relieve yourself, it's not like you can bed here soon or ever. Fucking her brains out and be done with it, the sexual desire for her; it sounds like a really good idea but an impossible one. Yuna has enough dicks already to choose from when and where she wants it, and besides she's your step-sister.
"I see you're checking my Instagram again."
Fuck! You've been in too deep in your thoughts that you did not notice someone walking in. Not to mention it's your step-sister. She shouldn't be here though, she should be at the university both of you are attending.
"Again? What do you mean again?" You turn around to face her and your jaw drops. Your eye travels from her head to her feet, marveling the perfection. The wavy hair, the dreamy eyes, her tiny waist and broad hips shaped in a perfect hourglass, and her legs for days. She's built to be fucked.
"You're drooling, Oppa." She's a tease and you know it.
"I -ah, what are you wearing anyway? Go and change. And your photos in IG too, you're showing too much skin." You try your best to sound like a concerned big brother. You don't know how you fare though.
"Do you want to fuck me, Oppa?"
"What? Are- you crazy? I'm your step-brother."
"And? I don't see a problem. And besides I always want to have sex with you right from the moment we first met". Yuna starts to take off her checkered pink shirt, then it drops to the floor. Purposefully biting her lip and looking away.
She's done quick work with what she is wearing underneath the shirt to expose her perky tits. You swallow your saliva as it quickly pools in your mouth. She is right, you are drooling. You want more. You need more.
"Still not enough huh?" Shin Yuna reaches out to undo her belt. That's when you lost it and lunged at her before she could unclasp it herself. Pinning Yuna against the wall, you could not restrain yourself from being rough. The contact of both of your lips is sudden, but she returned it with such fervor that you know she's enjoying it too. So much for being a big brother, she's too hot for her own good.
You raise Yuna's hands above her head, fully exposing her godly upper body. The excitement is way out of control. You'll feast on every inch of her, you put a mental note. Then you start with her neck, kissing and biting and licking like a total maniac. Her skin is soft and creamy that you could almost taste it literally.
"Ahhhh- that's it, Oppa. I'm yours to use however you want."
That's the green light. Literally you didn't skip anything as you explored her, making a quick stop to suckle on her nipples sitting perfectly on top of her breasts. Each kiss, each lick, each nibble, you thought it would slowly satisfy your desires but it turns out you keep getting hungrier for more.
Her pants soon follow her shirt, dropping on the floor after you hastily take it off. "Fuck Yuna, you're so sexy". The words just naturally spill from your mouth as you pin her again against the wall. "This is going to be our little secret. Our parents will kill us".
"Our dirty little secret". Yuna seductively smiles while stroking your hard dick and maintaining eye contact, getting even harder each time. She's again way too fast in taking off your clothes. "Your dick is so big, Oppa. I can't wait to have it inside me."
You turn her around to face the wall and take off her underwear. "You want my dick, you say?" You slap her ass cheek hard enough to mark her glossy skin red.
"Yes Oppa, I need your dick inside me."
Everything happens very fast, and you could not really control yourself. No more foreplay, straight down to business. You align your dick into Yuna's already dripping wet pussy, rubbing your tip to have a bit of lubrication and plunge without even thinking twice. You don't care that you'll hurt her, you just want to destroy and use her as you see fit.
"Ahhhhh f-fuck you're so big Oppa. I don't even know how it all went in."
Of course she's feeling discomfort, you didn't give her time to adjust to your size after all. You could stop fucking her right from the bat. However she doesn't complain, her body tells you she likes it rough too. Evident in her satisfied moans.
"Hmmm you're so tight baby sister, ahhh- fuck I wish I did this sooner." The strides of your thrusts do not let up, continuing to fill her womanhood with the ever growing need to chase your orgasm.
"Me too- hmmmm, I wish I seduced you before. Ahhhh- please slap me again Oppa. I've been a bad sister, thinking about my fuck- thinking about you while other guys fuck me."
You oblige her request as another slapping sound is heard. Hands on her slender waist, you pull her as you pierce through her insides to reach new depths. Yuna moans even louder. "Good thing Mom and Dad are not here, or else they'll hear how loud you are, little sister." You kiss her lips to temporarily silence her noise. Yuna moaning in your mouth turns you on even more.
You pull Yuna and push her into the bed, you want her in front of you while you fuck her. You want to see her face twitch in pleasure, you want to see her body tremble in the extreme highs of sex. Taking your place as you spread her legs, placing a pillow underneath. Then you watch your dick disappear again inside her. Both of you exhale a satisfied sigh, sometimes good old vanilla is the best way to go.
Shifting the phase into a more rhythmic manner, Yuna's moans start to become more sensual. You stimulate her neck for added pleasure in which she squirms even further. Adding another layer to the stimulating things is hearing her short breath gasps close to your ear.
"Damn Oppa, is this how you fuck your girlfriends? No wonder they- oh my God- why are you so fucking good at this?" Her hands travel down your butt, pulling you in deeper, shortly prolonging your thrusts.
"You're such a naughty little one, you want more little sister?" You now speed up your movement on the purpose of reaching the zenith of your lusts. Yuna's grunts and moans tell you she's close to her orgasm as well. She didn't have to answer your question.
"Oppa, I'm going to cum soon. Your dick feels so good, I can't, I can't. I-ahhhhhh." You feel her insides clamp and pulsate around you as each wave or her orgasm hits her. But you did not stop, you have your own orgasm that is on the brink of exploding as well.
From what feels like forever, doing your best to extend the session as long as possible, you pull out of her and cum in her mouth. Your world turns to white just like the ropes of semen in Yuna's mouth and face. It is the last scene you remember before you collapse and chase your breath.
"Please tell me we'll be doing this again, Oppa." The next thing you know she's licking your juices off her fingers as she cleans her face. Her smile is from ear to ear, you know she's more than satisfied.
"Not here in the house, we won't."
"We'll see about that. I could be really persuasive."
"God Yuna, you're a slut."
"God Oppa, you've fucked me so good. Of course, I want to do it again wherever I want it."
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Break On Through
Title: Break On Through
Pairing: Harley Quinn x Reader
Prompt: 6. "I thought you hated each other." "Things change."
NR
WC: 1408
"Harley please," Selina begged as she stood in between Harley and the door. There was a new presence in Gotham, one that required the ladies of its underground to band together in a united front. Selina had noticed several women being taken out, and now the group behind it was showing their faces. Not in a literal sense, but whenever a new woman in power disappeared, everybody knew who had done it. Selina didn't want to see herself or any of her friends on the nightly news after being brutalized by these savages. That was why she had called in Harley and Y/n, the two of them were the smartest people Selina knew, and they'd be sure to know how to keep everyone safe.
"No way. Nuh-uh. I'm not doing it. I am not working with that piece of work over there. She's awful Selina, absolutely awful." Harley could have gone on all night, but Selina was smart to clamp her hand over Harley's mouth, literally shutting her up.
"The two of you are the only ones I know who can break the psychology of these guys. We've thrown everything else we can at them, they have to be outsmarted. That's the only way they'll stand down," Selina said. It was truly the last defense, and Selina wouldn't have tried getting Y/n and Harley together otherwise. Harley hated Y/n, who had been just an intern at Arkham whenever Harley had started to lose her mind. Selina wasn't completely sure why Harley hated Y/n, but she assumed that it had something to do with workplace gossip or the like. "So, please just go over there, sit down with her, and see what makes those douchebags tick."
"Fine, but I ain't being nice to her. Not even a damn smile," Harley said as she shoved her finger against Selina's chest. Selina sighed and nodded in agreement, although Selina wasn't sure how long they'd be alone together before Harley broke her promise. Selina had seen Harley through a lot, and post-Joker, Harley was a slightly more stable and vibrantly happier version of herself. Selina wondered if it was anything like Dr. Quinzel whenever the blonde first arrived at Arkham all those years ago. Selina had heard the stories from Ivy about the bright faced and determined young woman who had been corrupted by The Joker.
"Whatever, just go," Selina mumbled. Harley ran off around the corner, but stopped herself before she reached the mess on the floor where Y/n was working. She didn't want to seem too eager, even if Harley was excited about getting to stop these guys. She had bashed in quite a few of their heads after watching them mow down a group of working ladies on the corner. Harley didn't indulge herself in their services, but they were good women, ones who had never passed judgement on her for any of her mistakes.
"What the hell is this mess?" Harley threw her arms up as she took a good look at everything around her. It looked like a good third of the room's floor was covered in various forms of papers. Y/n's laptop was sitting on the couch behind Y/n, occasionally being typed into whenever Y/n came across something familiar.
"This is my process. Stop judging me and do something useful," Y/n said without looking up from anything. Harley felt like she was in shock, both from the way that Y/n had just spoken to her and because of the mess on the floor being considered a "process." Harley was certain that it wasn't anybody's actual process to make a huge mess just for what looked like a few notes on a computer. How Y/n made it as a doctor rather than a patient at Arkham was officially beyond Harley.
"What have you got so far?" Harley asked as she grabbed an empty notebook and box of newspaper clippings with information about the attacks. Y/n rattled off some things that were obviously taken almost directly out of a textbook before getting into her own interpretations of the information and what the guys were doing. Harley would never have admitted it, but she was impressed by the things that Y/n was telling her. The inferences were completely on point and had more than enough information to back them up if Harley were to question any o them. "Maybe you're smarter than I thought."
"Well only one of us was swindled by a madman," Y/n muttered under her breath. The pencil in Harley's hand splintered as her fist tightened around it. Y/n looked amused by Harley's reaction, as if she was playing with her. Finally, it clicked for Harley why Y/n had been fired from Arkham.
"You're a psychopath, aren't you? Just a little too dangerous to be herding the rest of us around. I don't think I've ever met anyone who was enough of a wacko to get turned away from the looniest of looney bins," Harley teased. "And they put that on your file so you couldn't go nowhere else. Ha, you got stuck in Gotham with the rest of us!"
"Why don't you keep over there to your notes and I'll keep to mine. I'd hate for you to learn the real reason I got booted from the staff," Y/n said. Her voice had taken on a dangerous tone, one that Harley hadn't thought the woman to be capable of. They stayed to themselves for a few more hours, but Harley couldn't help herself and just had to tease Y/n a little more. The punch had come without a warning on Y/n's part. Harley hadn't even noticed Y/n stand up or walk over. She just felt the fist connect with her face. Y/n was sitting back down before Harley registered what had happened. There was blood, more blood than Harley thought was even in her face.
"Damn, that's one hell of a right hook," Harley said as she used the bottom of her shirt to soak up some of the blood. Y/n simply got up and grabbed Harley something to drink as the color started to drain from Harley's face. The two of them found themselves sat down on the floor next to each other. Neither of them said anything as Y/n flipped through the notes that Harley had taken so far and Harley tried stopping the blood from pouring out of her nose. "You know, I don't take kindly to people smacking me around any more."
"Admittedly, that wasn't very mature, but it did sort of feel good. You were starting to get on my nerves," Y/n said flatly. Harley wasn't sure why, but she found something humorous about their situation.
"Good, you should stand up for yourself. Especially in times like these," Harley reasoned. The two of them chatted absentmindedly for a little while longer until their exhaustion got the best of them. Harley tried insisting that Y/n take the couch, but Y/n gave it up because she felt bad about punching Harley in the face. That was how the two of them ended up laying down cuddled up together on the floor with a throw blanket just barely both of their bodies. That was how Selina had found the two of them, and once Y/n had left to get back to her own place, Selina decided to question Harley about their night.
"What was that about? I thought you hated each other." Selina didn't bother to hide her amusement at finding the two of them cuddled up together. Y/n wasn't the cuddling type, and Selina knew just how terrible that woman's bedside manner could be. Harley must have done something very special to convince Y/n to cuddle up with her like that.
"Things change. I dunno," Harley answered. Selina narrowed her eyes at Harley, and slowly, Harley began to crack. "Okay, okay! I think she's cute, and maybe, just maybe, it has something to do with knowing that she can take care of herself. I like that in a woman, someone like me needs to be kept on the straight and narrow sometimes."
"Well, you should ask her out then," Selina said happily. Harley mulled the thought over, completely overlooking the possibility that Selina had used their situation as a means to play matchmaker.
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hii, I'm sorry I wasn't very clear in my request, 😅 but I had in mind a story that would be similar to the one in the episode if possible. Anyway, sorry for my lack of precision
Thanks love!
Oh Baby!
Author's Note: Thanks for clarifying! This is incredibly long, so I'm going to post it in parts and it'll be finished as soon as possible! I'll link each part to each post. Sorry it's taken so long!
Warnings: Mentions of childbirth, innuendos, and crude language. Sorry if I missed anything!
Disclaimer: I know nothing about childbirth, healthcare, diseases, etc. I read a case file on the internet about the disease I wrote about. Almost everything I wrote I got from the internet, so I apologize if I messed up.
Summary: Having a baby is hard enough as it is, having a baby when your husband's best friend is House? Even harder. Unfortunately, things are just getting started, and the worst has yet to come.
Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Coming Soon...
Your Pov
"Push! Push!" James shouted over my screams of pain. His arms were wrapped around my upper body, trying to help me sit up more.
"You say push one more time, and I'll push you!" I threatened. I had been in labor for hours. I was exhausted, sweaty, and damn sure I was never doing this again.
"Right! Sorry sweetheart." He kissed the crown of my head and tried to soothe me.
"I see a head!" The doctor shouted. I nearly collapsed from exhaustion.
"You're almost there, baby." James wiped my hair out of my face and cooed. "Then we have a literal baby." He smiled, but I could see the tears in his eyes. I tried to smile back, but it was interrupted by another sob of pain. "Just keep pushing. You got this. You're so strong, and I'm so proud of you." He kissed my forehead again, and I was filled with a new sense of energy. Let's get this over with.
I kept pushing and pushing until I thought I might pass out. And with one final big push...the room filled with screaming and crying! I fell backward onto the bed after sitting up most of the time. It was done. James hugged and kissed me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
"It's a girl! Congratulations, Dr. and Mrs. Wilson." They handed her over to me so I could see. I smiled.
"She's perfect." I tried to hold back the cascade of tears but to no avail. James leaned in closer.
"Just like her mama." He kissed my temple. "My two beautiful girls." I laughed lightly. Finally, after all that work. It paid off! The nurse took her away to get cleaned up while the doctor finished everything that was happening down there. James and I just hugged each other. I swear I would've passed out had I not been so excited.
We eventually got settled into a room, and I got cleaned up a bit. Our baby girl was resting in her crib. I was still on strict bed rest, so James had gone down to the cafeteria to get some better food. He insisted ‘his girls’ rest. I was lying in bed just watching her sleep peacefully when James came back.
“How are my girls?” He whispered so as not to wake the baby. I laughed lightly and motioned for him to come closer. He set down the food and moved the crib closer to the bed. I picked her up and cradled her closely while James sat behind me and looked over my shoulder. He held up a small stuffed bear so that she could see it.
“We’re ok. Aren’t we baby girl?” She yawned and attempted to stretch, although being swaddled hindered her movement. We had yet to figure out a name.
“You know we could just call her baby if we don’t find anything else.” I looked at James, his eyes fixed on our bundle of joy as he made the bear dance around her and caress her cheek. Clearly, he was too distracted to realize how awful an idea that was, but I just patted his cheek and remained silent.
“She’s so perfect. I can’t think of a name that could do her justice.” I smiled at the small creature while James started to rub my back.
“I can.” I looked back to see his eyes sparkle and him smile at me. I raised a brow, silently asking what he had in mind. “Y/n.” I giggled and shook my head. Even when I had just been through what some might call a hellish experience, he could still make me feel special.
“No way.”
“Why not, I’m quite fond of the name.” He bit back a laugh.
“I’m quite attached to it as well, but there’s no way we’re naming our daughter after me!” I laughed back as he kissed my forehead.
"Fine, we'll continue this discussion later. I brought you lunch." I smiled and gently put the baby back in her crib before resituating myself on the bed as James moved a table over and unpacked the food.
We sat on opposite ends of the bed eating and talking for a while. Just enjoying each other's company.
"You know I saw this thing. They recommend new dads take off their shirts-" James looked at me surprised, and I laughed. "Not like that, my love." He let out a small oh and motioned for me to continue as I giggled at his disappointment. "As I was saying. The new fathers take off their shirt and hold the baby so that they get that skin to skin contact that mothers naturally get. It helps them bond with the baby, supposedly. I know it seems a little silly but-"
"Yes!" I looked up, shocked at his outburst, and raised my eyebrow. "I mean, yes, as in, I'd love to do it." He quickly explained, his face a little flushed. I smiled and grabbed his hand.
"Great. I only brought it up because I thought you might like the sweet experience."
"Yes, of course!" He then paused, and a look of worry came over him. "She’s not gonna mistake my nipple for one of...yours...is she?" I laughed at the imagery of the hypothetical and shook my head.
"No, I'm sure your nipples will be fine, babe. I'll make sure she's been fed beforehand." He blushed thinking about his silly worry but relaxed when I said that.
It was the beginning of day three (our last day) in the hospital, and baby girl Wilson had still not been named. I was relaxed in bed while James cradled our baby in the rocking chair. He was currently trying out the bonding exercise, and the baby seemed to be lulled to sleep by his heartbeat and humming. I know I said I would never do this again, but if this is the scene you're rewarded with? Maybe just one more time.
I continued to watch my little family rock back and forth, but the moment was soon interrupted when House came in.
"What the hell are you doing?" I rolled my eyes at his lack of pleasantries. James looked up a little shocked at the sudden noise, and frowned once he realized where or should I say who it came from.
"I'm spending time with my family. Something you might wanna try." He deadpanned, clearly already sick of his friend’s bullshit.
"Without a shirt? Look, I know you like to take on other people's 'burdens' because you have a savior complex, but it's pretty much physically impossible for you to breastfeed." He paused his rant. "Plus, it's weird. I mean, be a man! Am I right?" He looked to me as if he expected me to back him up, but I just gave him an unimpressed stare. James rolled his eyes.
"House, is there something you need? You know besides a better personality?" House turned to him and nodded.
"Yes." We waited for him to elaborate, but of course, he didn’t.
"And am I supposed to read your mind?" James asked.
"No, but I was hoping you'd put a shirt on and follow me." James looked to me, and I nodded.
"You can go, babe. We'll be ok." He looked hesitant but eventually got up and handed the baby to me before buttoning up his shirt.
"Ok, but if anything happens. And I mean anything. Call me, page me, tell a nurse, hell have Cuddy request me over the loud speaker-" I pushed my finger to his lips before he could worry anymore.
"I got this. Ok?" He nodded against my finger, and I smiled. "Good. Now have fun. I love you."
"I love you both, too." He leaned in to quickly kiss us both before being ushered out by an annoyed House. Once again, it was just me and the baby.
"And that, babygirl, would be your Uncle House." I sighed as I watched them walk down the hallway, James turning to look back at the room every so often. I smiled and looked down at our baby, caressing her little cheek with my finger. "Don't worry. He'll get used to you soon enough. And when that happens? I bet you two will be the best of friends." She yawned before nuzzling closer to me. What a wonderful life.
Wilson's Pov
I didn't want to leave my girls, but knowing House, he wouldn't stop bothering us until he got what he wanted...so I followed him. We got to the end of the hallway and waited for the elevator.
“Where are we going? If you hadn’t noticed, I'm off duty!" I asked, getting more and more agitated. I want to be with my wife and our baby, but even then, House manages to pull me into one of his schemes.
“I’m saving you. You should be thanking me. I saw the look in that little monster’s eye. It was about to bite your nipple off.” He said as we entered the elevator while I scoffed and rolled my eyes at his comment.
“First off that ‘monster’ is my little girl. Secondly, she is not an ‘it’, and thirdly, we were bonding, something you might want to try with literally any living thing.” He only rolled his eyes.
“Not likely.”
“What are we even doing? Because if it’s not too much to ask, I’d like to spend time with my family.” The elevator doors opened, and he turned to me.
“Fine, spend all the time you want with the little rugrat. After we have lunch.” He exited the elevator and started the trek to the cafeteria. I hurried to catch up with…for a cripple he was remarkably fast.
“And when you say ‘have lunch’ you mean I buy your lunch and you condemn my life choices?” He stopped and turned to me once again, holding out his cane so the end was at my chest.
“Yes, but also because after the scene I just walked in on, you desperately need testosterone.” He mocked before continuing the walk to the cafeteria. I rolled my eyes, sighed, and looked at my watch. I suppose I could spare a few minutes…unfortunately.
#dr wilson x reader#dr wilson x you#james wilson x reader#james wilson x y/n#james wilson x you#fanfic#fanfiction#james wilson#james wilson fanfiction#house md fanfiction#rsl#robert sean leonard
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WIP Wednesday: 04.03.2024
I started this soulmate AU on a lark after starting @rierse 's AU The Song in My Head. Hers ran with the idea that they're both right there and just keep missing each other, and it got me kicking around this idea of "ok but what if they're literally right there, interacting, and still just...miss the point? And it was supposed to be short, something that wouldn't take up too much time, and now I'm probably nearing 15-20k, there's chapters, and it's still not done.
I know where it's going, I'm loving how it's playing out, but there's still a big chunk between what I'm calling "the Adrien bit" and the end that needs sorted out (and probably some other bits that need fleshing out). So I have no idea when I can actually start posting this, but damn I'm excited for it. 😂
Soooo...here's the first scene, I guess? 😂
“Luka! Get back here, b’y!”
Gina looked up at the shout just in time to see a dark-haired boy running straight for her little fairy’s stroller, unaware of the potential danger as he looked back and laughed at the woman giving chase. She let out a shout of her own as she snatched Marinette from the stroller just as he crashed into it, knocking the both of them to the ground. He groaned as he lifted a hand to his head, his expression twisted in pain. One arm was hooked over the seat, and both his legs were hooked over the back, and his head would be sporting a nasty bump come evening, but he seemed otherwise unharmed.
The woman that had bee chasing him – his mother, no doubt – looked furious once she caught up with them. There was a baby strapped to her chest, who had somehow seemed to sleep through all the chaos. Her own little fairy wasn’t so lucky: Marinette was screaming against her breast.
“Luka Llewellyn Couffaine, ye sorry lout! What have ye t’say fer yerself, b’y?!” the woman barked, one hand holding the babe close to her chest while the other landed firmly on her hip. She was dressed in flowing pants and a vibrant, loose-sleeved top, and the long braid trailing down her back was silver-streaked crimson. With the accent, she reminded Gina of the wild banshees she heard tell of during her trips through the Highlands. When she turned her sharp eyes on Gina, her expression softened. “A thousand apologies, madame. The b’y got away from me. Is yer bairn unhurt?”
“My little fairy will be fine,” Gina said, smiling easily at her. “Children will be children, yes? And you, young…Luka, was it? Are you all right?”
The boy had pushed himself up to glance between the two women as they talked, but he winced when Gina addressed him and turned his full attention on her.
“Y-yes, madame,” he said, nodding. “I’m ok. I’m sorry. Is your baby ok?”
“She’s fine, aren’t you, my fairy?” Gina cooed, bouncing her granddaughter until she was giggling again. The boy sat up straighter, an entranced expression crossing his face as he listened to Marinette laugh. Gina looked back at him, curious. “Are you sure you’re all right, Luka?”
“…she sounds like music,” he said softly, his wide eyes fixed on Marinette. He pushed up from the stroller and walked over to them, and when his shadow crossed her face Marinette’s giggles stopped. She turned her head, blinking wide, shimmering eyes up at him, and a silly little smile curled Luka’s lips. “Hi, Fairy.”
Marinette’s giggles started anew, and Gina laughed as the little one reached for the boy. He took her hand, his smile growing as she laughed some more.
“All right, b’y, we need t’be going, aye?” his mother asked, laying a hand on his small shoulder. He frowned, but when his mother squeezed his shoulder her nodded.
“Aye, Captain,” he said, nodding. He let go of Marinette’s hand and waved. “Bye, Fairy. I like your laugh. Sorry I almost squished you.”
Gina bit back her own laugh, but his mother was smiling at her and mouthing sorry as they turned to go. She shook her head and hoped that maybe they’d run into each other again. He seemed like a sweet boy, and…
Her eyes widened as she looked back down at Marinette, who was whimpering as she reached out for her new friend. There, glimmering on the skin of her outstretched arm, were words scrawling in a messy, dark blue.
Hi, Fairy.
#wip wednesday#miraculous ladybug#marinette dupain-cheng#luka couffaine#anarka couffaine#gina dupain#lukanette#endgame lukanette#lukanette endgame#wip fic#all these signs#so hey everyone who saw the Adrien bits and doubted me#guess who's NOT the soulmate#it's about the yearning#kind of a slow burn I guess?#it did not start out that way 😂
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Can someone ezblain why we had that whole roy vs jamie over keeley fight revived? I was happy that they were being friends. Then they went to keeley's house and wer liek you pick and I was so sure she was going to be like why not both? I was on that train. Her canon reaction made sense but then made ask why bring it up at all? They were doing fine. Their relationship grew beyond fighting over a girl, after what they went thru togtherr? Idk
I really wish I could explain it, anon. Personally, I think the problem started an episode before when they suddenly introduced the "I don't want to just be friends" conflict when, from where I was standing, Roy and Keeley had already gotten back together, concluding the journey we've known they were on since the start of Season One. Keeley starts falling for Roy, they date, have some struggles, overcome them, and presumably conclude the series as an item, demonstrating that Keeley can be a strong, independent boss while also indulging in the romance she's been interested in since her introduction.
But then, suddenly, their night together + Rebecca's realization doesn't mean they're dating again. Okay, weird to introduce that in the literal final hour, but I guess they wanted one last conflict for the finale. I got ohhhhh so excited when Roy admitted to being anxious about "stuff" because what could that possibly be except him grappling with feelings for Jamie too? He and Keeley JUST slept together, he JUST wrote her a love confession, he JUST said overtly and without reservations that he wants more than friendship, so there's nothing Keeley-only related that he'd be this nervous about. It's got to be the poly plot-line that's been happening in the background. This is why everyone looks to Jamie during Colin's coming out scene. This is how we confirm Beard's reminder that there are more queer people in the room. This is why we see Jamie's bedroom with a sexualized Keeley AND a poster of Roy right beside it, positioning them as equals. This is why we got moments like Jamie attending Roy's uncle party because yeah, they haven't just become friends, they've become intimately close. Holy shit, Ted Lasso's actually gonna do it!
So I went into the bar scene not liking the regression to jealousy -- and I hated that Jamie used the video to try and one-up Roy, especially after all the good work the writing did with that: having him apologize and keeping that information from Roy when it was none of his business -- but I figured this was just the messy way the story was getting us to that poly ending. They need to act in the traditional Manly Fashion over the girl, going so far as to demand that Keeley choose one of them, in order to access the opportunity for her to say (and I could hear it so clearly in her voice): "Why should I choose just one?" The lead-up to this could have definitely been done better, I thought, watching the three of them sit down at the table, Like, I hate that we're suddenly regressing to set this up, it's stupid, but a canonical poly ending will be worth some missteps. Hell, I'll forgive a LOT here because we almost NEVER get that representation and in a show this popular? Hot damn, that's amazing.
And then Keeley just kicked them both out.
Thank god she remained single, like she always should have been. Strong and independent! I've seen a lot of fans say post-finale and I'm just in my corner going wait, I'm happy for you, truly I am, but I'm asking in the nicest way possible if we watched the same show?? The one where Keeley has ALWAYS wanted a romance? How she's an amazing character in part BECAUSE the writing allowed her to love romance and sex and being a badass boss? Where she and Roy were set up to be the True Love story from the very start? How a Keeley/Roy/Jamie story has been happening subtly in the background, now primed to become canon in the season largely focused on queer identities? How Keeley did not need to be the narrowly defined strong, independent, single woman when Rebecca Fucking Welton was right there, loving her life post-divorce, and instead the story decided to give her a man and a little girl at the last possible second?
They'll at least address that and have Keeley announce her intentions to stay single for a time after that mess with Jack, as a way of wrapping up her story, I thought and then that never happened.
They'll at least address Jamie and Roy's lingering feelings for Keeley because surely, after that bar confrontation, resulting in an actual FIGHT, they won't just shrug this off over some kebabs, I thought and then that never happened.
Well, it sucks that we didn't get a poly couple, but I suppose it was always a long shot--
[Dani slams in with two model women we know nothing about, just literal arm candy at a wedding where Beard marries his abuser that, intentionally or not, is kinda framed as a dream and wait wait wait THAT'S the canonical poly rep we're ending on??]
I've seen a couple people say that they enjoy the finale more after a re-watch and hell yeah. More power to you. Wish that were me. Unfortunately, outside the stuff I liked right at the start, I've enjoyed the finale less and less the more I've returned to it. So much just feels like it came out of nowhere, regressed the characters, contradicted long-term setups, and generally left me feeling disappointed about things they I believe we had good reason to expect from the show. These weren't things we simply hoped for and thus fans are in need of a reminder that this is not their story. This was stuff Ted Lasso textually and thematically implied... and when you're the feel good show of the quarantine era, pulling back from those implied promises feels even worse. The long-running couple break up in the most confusing, backsliding way possible. The last episode cruelly teases one of the most popular ships. Nate's entire redemption arc was rushed/had key moments pushed off-screen, giving him almost no time to re-connect with Ted. The established abuse plot-line is played straight at the end. Ted goes back to Kansas and, according to the montage, full-on abandons his found family in the name of doing right by Henry -- a level of sacrifice I don't think this kid needs or, if given the chance to have a say in all this, would necessarily even want.
Idk, there were a LOT of fantastic moments (the sign reveal makes me SCREAM!!!!!) but overall the bones of the finale left me feeling sad. The Roy/Keeley/Jamie situation is pretty reflective of that feeling.
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psst. nows your chance to elsie rant about the current events if you want to
Rant? Hmmm... I dunno where to start
(Btw, all of this is /silly and not meant to offend anyone at all)
I'm so fucking glad they're almost done with this shit, because shit is happening to EVERYONE. I can't believe how calm the 2nd floors been so far and I'm thankful for it- and I'm glad there was rubble blocking the way because they all need more items and checkpoints before getting to her. Also the angst, JESUS CHRIST THE ANGST. If you haven't seen my separate post about Icia sleeping (I'll find it if you want or you can hunt for it yourself) and seeing her friends back in tbdk then you know damn well there's something SEVERELY wrong happening with Icia and if ANY serious shit happens then HOOOOOOO boy God bless everyone's souls because that will NOT be fun. It's not even just her though- like. Spoilers. POOR FUCKING VERIE AND ARTHUR, LIKE JESUS CHRIST THEYRE EACH OTHER'S LOST FIANCE AND SHE DOESNT EVEN FULLY KNOW IT AND HES JUST WAITING SADLY WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING IF SHES EVER GONNA REMEMBER. I'm really proud of Clara though, especially with being able to put her mask back on for the play. Lance and Raina are freaking me out a little. I know we've seen a bit of Lance and fighting really isn't his style but I've said this before and I'll say it again, seeing one of them for a long time and not the other FUCKING SCARES ME. And also, please someone get Stitch some therapy, that guy is basically going rabid with some of the stuff he's doing to himself and others, he is NOT mentally suited for this, no offense.
THATS NOT EVEN ALL. The dungeon party for me has been nothing but a whole lotta "WHAT????" Bc FIRST everyone falls asleep and gives into the trap just like that and Elsie and I are screaming into pillows for that to not happen- THEN BOB SHOWS UP WITH LEAFY AND MAGE I THINK? Idek if he's still there now but oh my god I can NOT wrap my head around this. ALSO IF I SEE KOPI AND KUMO AND THAT DAMN MEME ONE MORE TIME- well I guess I can't be mad bc they're each others support rn and that's really what everyone needs in this hell forsaken place at the moment. Someone also needs to really, really give Dusk a hug. I think she should make a rage room accessible to everyone in the circus, everyone needs that place.
Other than that I'm loving how creative the rooms and bosses are. I'm really hoping we see more Aoki bc he's so sweet and cute and someone get that man a gf right now, bring some happiness into his life. I'm also loving how creative I can be with the very, very long asks I'm writing for each room. I'm loving slipping bits of lore into Icias character. Yall don't know what I got planned or what Imma do if I get the chance. What I DONT love is how FAST MY FUCKING APPETITE DISAPPEARS THE GODDAMN MOMENT I SEE HER IN ANY ASK. Or if I see anything that has to do with Northeast, Raina and Lance, Stitch, etc. It's not fun being abt to eat a delicious bowl of cheesy spicy potatoes and seeing a notif and suddenly my appetite is like "HAHAHAHA ADIOS" because I get so anxious and excited that sometimes it literally makes me nauseous.
That's all I can remember rn. So far, 9/10, having lots of fun, have definitely cried a few times.
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shadow and bone s2e4 reaction
everyone's reactions to the engagement 😳
zoyas back to herself hahah
bitch ass...she is not ruined (she is ruination)
damn...openly kissing right after your engagement announcement?? 👀 yes...I see nothing going wrong
ope...guess who was right and who's brother saw that!!
what is this boy doing??? (baghras finger) God damn
they really made baghra a better (nicer) person in this version though...
"it'll give me some comfort to know you're with me" is the nicest thing kaz can say hahaha
"if the plan goes awry" ...book kaz's plans never go awry...they just turn into plan f
"kinda like your face" IS THAT THE RIP-OFF "maybe I liked your stupid face" !?!?! IT BETTER NOT BE
ok jesper guessing what kaz is gonna say was amazing top notch quality...one of my new favorite moments
...this is also crooked kingdom...(the costumes)...it SCARES ME
...ope...nina is in this plan...she might ruin it (she hasn't really been a CROW yet...she cares more about Matthias at the moment and Pekka can give her that)
anndd...that happened sooner than I expected
it took kaz almost a whole book to forgive jesper for ACCIDENTALLY telling people they were leaving town...idk how he's gonna forgive nina for PURPOSELY doing this
love alina learning the cut...get it girl
also Tamar and Nadias chemistry 👀👀 I see you (ps Tamar is so gorgeous how do I focus with her on screen 😭)
David's actor is so good! the pain in his voice when he mentions genya ��🥺
"I share no bond with kirigan" 😳 girl is done with him
"it's a little unsettling how you talk about him like he's someone else" get it mal! I love that line
please be a kaz plan please be a kaz plan please be a kaz plan please be a kaz plan
inej saving the people on the ship 😭😭 I love her so much
again I say...please be a kaz plan please be a kaz plan... how else does he forgive nina?
this is literally crooked kingdom...the fake plague?
YES ITS A KAZ PLAAANNN
I KNEW IT I LOVE KAZ PLANS
wylan 🥰 (it was such a short scene...I just love him)
jesper in his costume brooo
hell yeah I love crazy kaz
"you'll never find your son in time" badass shit
start begging Pekka. start begging.
honestly...not mad that they moved this plot up sooner cuz there is still a lot that happens in six of crows and crooked kingdom with van eck and the ice court...this gets Pekka out of the way
aahhhhhh freddy is an amazing kaz!!!!
right after his big Pekka throw down he looks at jesper and nina like he was ashamed he learned his secret and it just ahhhhh
tolya and his poetry hahaha loovee
damn nikolais brother whose name I forgot! rude!
Vasily...it was said
ew...don't kiss her hand vasily...nasty
his son being okay gets me though 🥺 the little boy didn't do anything wrong and kaz knows that
"you could come with me" for being so good at flirting with everyone...i love how bad he is at it with the people he actually likes
"I can't make you any promises, or predict what might happen between us. but I can tell you that, I'd like to find out." CRIES 😭😭
ok imma be honest...I got a bit of wesper in e4 spoiled for me because I opened tumblr and THERE IT WAS and was SO UPSET because I love their slow burn
it just seems like they rushed it...they barely know each other...GIVE ME MY SLOW BURN
but also this scene is really cute
BUT WHY WE MOVING SO FUCKING FAST BRO
...I went back and rewatched the scene because as I said in a previous post...I always rewatch wylan scenes and
WYLANS LITTLE TURNED AWAY SMILE AFTER JESPERS SPEECH OMGGG HES SO ADORABLE
kaz being mad at inej but just because he was worried about her 🥺
"weak link" this bitch is so bad at feelings...we all know you love her
I just know that if we could see in his head like the books he'd be yelling at himself
I love nikolai "wear it that is...not punch me"
this scene is like word for word! love!
Vasily gives me slimey vibbeess
I'm so excited for this scene
AND HERE WE GO
BRO WAS LITERALLY RIPPED IN TWO
darkling really just walked past alina like 🚶♂️
I love the darklina scenes thouggghh they're done so well to the book!!
is it bad to say that I expected genya to be...worse than she is??? 👀
like girl was described as missing an eye and basically looking almost non-humanlike due to the torture she endured
but now she has like some scratches on her face
"do you see him?" 👀 same alina...same
(imma just put this here in my small shameful way but...the darkling looks really hot when he's trembling with anger 😗...)
#im sorry that ben barnes is hot#its not my fault#its his#😤#kaz brekker#crazy kaz#wesper#wesper is a slow burn#im a little nervous but i have hope#shadow and bone#sab#sab spoilers#sab s2e4#shadow and bone s2e4#shadow and bone reaction#justanothersbreaction#six of crows#soc
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Hey! I wanted to ask this anonymously first before I embarrassed myself but I just started my first young justice blog and I really need some help coming up with fic ideas, with writing, with a lot of stuff I'm a complete mess, an I was wondering if it's not much trouble, could I get some help?
Hey :)) omg that’s so exciting! looking forward to checking out ur blog :D just saying in advance to hopefully squash any worries and to scale expectations, i’m not the best person with communication and can take a while to respond to messages (also sorry bout the slight delay with answering this one, i do hope u see it i can’t remember if anon questions notifies the sender 😭). I cant guarantee being the most helpful person either but i’d be happy to try to help where/if i can :)
in terms of general advice for fics/writing which i think tbh is the best one (that i use to try to motivate myself to write for fics) is to just start writing! like literally anything, as soon as u feel like even a second of inspiration or motivation just go with the flow. Whether it’s one sentence, a paragraph or 1000 words lol, just putting words on a page is a great start already. It doesn’t need to be perfect at all, my first fic (unposted) ended up being long with multiple chapters and all the writing throughout was so questionable lol but i was and still am so proud of it! It gave me experience and the learning curve was inspiring that i was excited to try to write even more stuff after. I noticed with each chapter i slowly found a rhythm and improved step by step. Even if it’s just tiny things that u learn, it makes all the difference. You 100% learn as u go, even now whenever i post something i’m like damn i could make a million changes or be annoyed/critical at something but ultimately i’m just happy to have posted something to share with others and contribute a little something to a community of people who share the same interests as me :) and that’s rlly all that matters and as u start doing that u can develop more ideas and “what ifs” to explore i.e more fic ideas etc
in terms of structure for working on fics id say it rlly depends on the individual. for me i usually write a rough outline/summary of what the fic is basically about. I usually try to have key details summarised where they all connect until the end of the fic, so that after that’s done, u can then flesh out the individual chapters or paragraphs out better. But things like plot can also really change whilst ur writing! It all boils down to what inspires u to write.
It’s not bad to have no ideas, i think it’s actually super cool for people to start out with a really simple/basic prompt (maybe something like: oh flash family go to a restaurant or zetaflash go to an arcade or outsiders play board games (lol)) something like that and then u can expand on the story with dialog/events/characterisation/description that really fills it up and makes up the chunkier part of the fic where it almost at times feels like it writes itself.
also fics really doesn’t need to be long at all if that’s something u might find intimidating, my stuff tends to be quite wordy because that’s just how i write (as u can see from most of my ask answers where i just go on and on like can i shut up for once? lmfao) if anything, i admire people who can get points/description/stories across through concise writing or short stories! that’s a real impressive skill too
if u want to start writing fics to post, 100% start writing anything, literally anything and eventually u will manage to figure out ur own workflow/style that suits u best :) i’m 100% still learning too, i mean i have yet to finish a multi chapter fic, but by reminding myself that any writing is a good step somewhere, despite the slow progress, i can still be motivated to keep working on it. i hope these general tips managed to help u somewhat 🙏 again rlly looking forward to checking out ur blog <3
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Please Watch March on Faewunder. I Just Think It's Neat.
I'm waiting on a few things before I start posting pictures like I promised, so in the meantime, I have a recommendation if you're looking for a D&D actual play show that isn't one of the Big Three.
I've fairly recently started dipping my toes into the World of Io, a collection of streamed short campaigns set in the DM's homebrew world of, well, Io. I started with, and am still in the middle of, March on Faewunder. I started it because my current parasocial squish Tom Fawkes is in it, and I'm sticking with it for some of the most wholesome and funny roleplay I've ever seen. A warning now that the following is an unhinged infodump about how much I love this campaign, but I promise a link is at the bottom!
Highlights include:
Actually streaming session zero! I don't know if other shows have done this, but it's the first time I've seen it and found it really cool to see the process in action. This includes an introduction to Io's history and world makeup and answering the players' questions about it, so it's great for onboarding new viewers because they don't have to have watched the other campaigns. Plus, hearing the players talk about the kind of characters they were making made me immediately excited for the campaign and the dynamics within the party, which was clearly the case for the people watching too because there was fanart literally that night.
Mark Hulmes - the host of High Rollers...you know, that actual play show that did the one-shot with the Baldur's Gate 3 cast last year - playing a half-lagomon paladin with the energy of DiC dub Sailor Moon. Yeah that's right, a grown-ass man is shamelessly playing his ideal bunny girl waifu and nobody judges him for it because Gloria is a precious cinnamon roll and must be cherished.
A southern belle dhampir ranger named Vidalia whose parasol is both a sword and a gun...crossbow...thing. Also she's a swarmkeeper ranger and her swarm is birds! Used to be corvids, now I think it's hawks. And she's the sweetest damn person you'll ever meet and doesn't even hide that she's a vampire.
An elf bard named Pandora who got her name literally because her player thought it was fun to say in her character voice, and she says it to herself in character when she's anxious. She's also a vampire hunter who's afraid of birds.
Disclaimer: Pandora is an emotional wreck of a character with a heart of gold and she WILL make you cry at least every other session.
Did I mention those three are totally in an awkward disaster lesbian cuddle puddle? Cause they totally are. Vidalia even calls Gloria 'hunny bun' and it's the most adorable thing in the world.
Hey, you wanna have lots of emotions about skeletons? Well Tom has you covered with Ribeye, the skeleton bard who wants to be a chef! (Gee, DM, how come your mom lets your campaign have TWO bards?) Don't be fooled by his punny name or his Ed Wynn voice, this skeleton will fuck you up emotionally almost as much as Pandora. This youtube funnyman has made his fellow players wail loudly into the microphone like Rocky freaking Lockridge.
And you wanna know why there's so many emotions about skeletons? Well for one thing Tom's just really good at roleplaying but the big catalyst is that neither Ribeye in character, nor any of the players out of character, know Ribeye's HP. The DM just tells him if he gets knocked out. The DM rolls his hit dice for him. And he can't be healed by normal healing magic, only necromancy. Yeah uh...nobody in the party can cast necromancy. They found a backup, but it's VERY temporary and the DM plays the game HARD. Your butt WILL clench every single time Ribeye takes damage. The party's butts sure do. No really, it's genuinely sweet how hard they all work to protect their skelebro.
I feel bad that I don't have a lot to say comparatively about the last member, the changeling monk Kagami. I think he's just along for the ride. But he's there, and he's as badass as a monk should be, and he's the source of a good few funny moments, including the ever optimistic statement "I haven't exploded yet!" (no you don't get context, watch the show) and the pure D&D energy of spending all your money on a stupid carnival prize because it's so ridiculous you just HAVE to have it. It even comes in handy, how the heck did that happen???
If you like crafting, Faewunder has you covered with all sorts of fun homebrewing! Every long rest is an adventure! Ribeye whips up all sorts of fun dishes and names them! Kagami supes up everyone's weapons and armor! Pandora desperately tries to keep up the supply of potions Ribeye can drink! The DM has a chart of all sorts of fun buffs they can unlock and put on their gear, so long as there's time to make it. It takes up a decent chunk of the sessions, but the party makes it work through...
Camp RP! Banter and sharing feelings around the campfire almost every long rest, including the ones that come from just travel time with nothing happening! I've never seen a party so willing to share their feelings with each other and they're so delightfully close, even if Kagami's still keeping things close to his scarily muscular chest at the moment.
Intense combat with some of the wildest luck (or usually lack thereof) I've ever seen on a VTT. I thought it was roll20 that hated us, who kicked Foundary's dog???
Crazy fae shit
Fucked up trees! Every DM needs to have at least one fucked up tree encounter.
Fun with voice modulators!
Distinct and lovable NPCs!
A disclaimer that the NPCs will never flirt with the PCs unless the PCs initiate. That's just a good rule of thumb to have in a DM-player dynamic! I mean, check that the DM is comfortable with it too, but really I'm just sad that 'not sicing a horny NPC on my players' is noteworthy.
A channel in the Io discord exclusively for rules lawyering, so the DM can receive feedback on goofed up rules (or ignore the ones from people who forget his houserules) without them cluttering up the twitch chat or distracting him from running the game! Now THAT'S innovation, y'all!
Fanart every night, and bingo cards that the DM fills out with the chat!
The DM is a racoon wizard! Seriously, how can you say no to that?!
Anyway it's really good, and if any of this sounds appealing the playlist is below. It's a relatively short campaign - 13 sessions averaging around three hours apiece. I'll definitely be checking out the rest of the Io campaigns after I finish Faewunder, but I feel like it's gonna be hard to top this group.
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hi hello hi so this is, as stated, another one of those mfin dropout/d20/naddpod blogs that's trawling around on this site
pretty damn new to the content :p i literally only got my dropout subscription like a monthish ago and started listening to naddpod like less than 2 weeks ago lol
not really any previous experience with consuming or participating in any d&d/ttrpg content, except for finding it intriguing from afar and watchin like a couple of random oneshots, but it definitely kinda has minorly consumed my life atm lol (and by that i mean. i am listening to naddpod 24/7. i cant stop. i wld say to send help but i don’t think i want it.)
current pc faves have been acofaf andhera (adore that fucking loser <33), resident frogman prince gerard, n beverly toegold the fifth ;p
stuff ive watched, am watching, & lookin forward to watching under the cut lol :p
have watched:
- game changer
- dirty laundry
- make some noise
- d20 court of fey and flowers
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in progress:
- d20 neverafter [as it updates ^-^]
- d20 coffin run [ive been almost done with it for weeks now i swear i'll finish it at some point]
- naddpod campaign 1 bahumia [about halfway thru as of this post !!!]
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esp excited to watch in the future:
- d20 mice and murder. hi it's a detective mystery with those little guys??? starring some epic ch peeps? and again a murder mystery featuring little fucking guys???? am absolutely watching this d20 campaign next r u kidding
- d20 unsleeping city! honestly none of the currently-completed intrepid heroes campaigns had necessarily rlly caught my eye even tho i find neverafter super fun and the cast fuckin awesome, but i think this is the one that i've been eyein the most so 👀 after mice n murder, i think this one's next
- the other naddpod campaigns. esp the main ones but the smaller ones i'm super eyes at as well. as of rn i am pretty much obsessed with it and am trying Desperately to finish campaign 1 so i can at least consume some good fucking fancontent w/out worrying about spoilers. anyways yeah naddpod Currently been the thing ive especially been losing my mind over *gnashes my teeth and does grabby hands* it's simply sooooooo. idk even but it is so. girl i literally started it like 2 weeks ago and i've barely been listening to music (something i tend to do very very often) be i'm just listening to it all the fckin time. like as i am typing this im losing my mind a bit over ep. 51 the nannerfly effect which i am halfway thru and having some goddamn Feelings about. ok im gonna stop talking now but yes i Do indeed think naddpod is pretty neat (as probably evidenced by this wholeass chunk of text *flashes u an awkward smile* whoopsie)
#ive been a tumblr user for... definitely not as long as some ppl but like ive got a solid handful of years in my back pocket at this point#and girl. i still dont know how to make an intro post to save my life#ive never listed shit like this before idk if thats weird 😭😭#but im def not up to date wall the content so ig?? it makes sense? for like spoilers n stuff?? idfk man#anyways hi super new and super hyped to post bullshit
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paper rings (s.s.)
a/n: i ended up having to repost this entire fic (bummer) because tumbleweed acted like it was invisible the first time.... so, this is the main one. i will leave the originally posted one up, but there will be a line through it so there is no confusion. to sum this up: yes, i know this has been posted twice :)
this is inspired by all the tik tok videos about making paper rings and (of course) the taylor song. i just so soft when it comes to this song so i obviously had to write something for it.
anywho, i hope you love this (second) surprise fic lovelies💛!
wish this post luck lovelies! hopefully it is actually seen this time. but, nonetheless, i hope you lovelies like it💛!
p.s. the tumbleweed app won't let me add a keep reading cut off and this app has made my blood pressure increase. also, spacing is weird - sorry.
pairing: stiles stilinski x fem!reader
tv show/movie: teen wolf
not requested
summary: harris’ detention does not have the effect he wanted on stiles and y/n.
warnings: n/a - fluff, spacing is off but that's formatting
taglist: @rottenstyx |@boxofsilentwords
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Y/N never expected herself to be here. She hadn't expected to be in yet another detention with Mr. Harris, the purely evil chemistry teacher of Beacon Hills High. However, despite the unplanned event, she didn't seem to mind it as long as Stiles Stilinski was beside her. The dorky, clumsy, adorable son of the sheriff that occupied the lab stool beside her just so happened to be her boyfriend. Something else that was purely accidental.
Before they had started dating, they had been friends - strictly friends. Suddenly, but not surprisingly, their friendship had evolved after years of pining and suffering. But now, here she sat in the empty chemistry lab, her eyes closed, her back straight as she could hear the hurried and frantic folding of paper. "Stiles," A giggle slipped past her overly glossed lips as she resisted the urge to open her eyes and separate her finger to get a peek at what he was doing. "You have to hurry, Harris isn't going to take thirty years in the principal's office."
"Just a few more seconds-" She could hear the concentration in his voice as he grunted. "Shit," He exclaimed. He shuffled around. "Okay, maybe a few more minutes." He corrected. Y/N let out a mock sigh, but the large smile on her face never left. It was possibly the best accident that ever happened to her. In fact, becoming Stiles' girlfriend was the best thing that ever happened to her.
Sure, when they were friends, they shared laughs and such, but since they started dating, it seemed that she couldn't wipe the joyful and happy glow from her face. It lit up her face twenty-four seven. "Seriously, Stiles! We're gonna get in more trouble if he walks in and we're not doing our work!" She urged him, but she secretly wished he wouldn't hurry.
"Hold your pretty little horses, would ya? I'm almost done," He informed her. She rolled her eyes.
"Just so you know, I'm rolling my eyes so hard right now," She commented, knowing he couldn't see the action that was hidden behind her closed eyelids and flattened hands. He made a noise before cheering out in celebration. "Well, that sounds good."
"Just shut up and open your eyes," Despite his words, she could hear the soft tone and dopey smile. Somehow, her smile grew as her hands slipped off her face. Hear heart fluttered with excitement, making her tuck her bottom lip between her teeth. Stiles was surprisingly romantic, whatever he was going to show her was bound to make her heart explode from pure happiness. "Hurry up and open your damn eyes, you were literally just harping at me about taking a long time."
Failing to hold back her even bigger smile, she finally fluttered her eyes open. Immediately, her eyes met the hypnotizing, whiskey-coloured eyes. Noting her inability to pull her gaze away, he lifted his hand, bringing her attention to what he wanted to show her. There, pinched between the pad of his thumb and pointer finger sat a ring made out of looseleaf. "Stiles-" She breathed. She was right, her heart was going to explode right then and there.
"It's a paper ring," He exclaimed proudly, extending the ring towards her with his other hand presenting it. "It's not much, and I know you really like shiny stuff, but you just look so pretty right now, I couldn't help but make you one." He explained, grabbing her left hand and slipping the ring on her ring finger.
"I love it, Stiles," She reassured him, fluttering her fingers as she gawked at it. "Just like I love you." She added in, flicking her eyes up to meet his again. His pupils expanded to the point Y/N feared they would be stuck like that.
His sneaker squeaked against the metal bar of the stool when he almost nose-dived off it. "You love me," He whispered back in disbelief. She nodded, a sheepish smile on her face as she glanced back down at the ring again. "That's the first time we've said that." He remarked, still stunned. His mouth hung open as he blinked at her.
"Yeah, it is," She confirmed with an awkward head bob. "That's why it would be spectacular if you would maybe either say something about it or forget I said it in general?"
"You want me to forget that the woman I love loves me back?" He questioned, a smile lighting up his face. Now it was Y/N's pupils that expanded to a worrying point. Stiles' hands slipped along her jaw, pulling her face gently towards him gently until their breaths fanned against each other's lips, making their eyes flutter closed.
Just as their lips were about to meet in a sweet kiss to cement this blissful moment in both their memories, the door to the lab opened again, the storming sound of Harris' dress shoes hitting the tile entering the room. "Okay, you delinquents, your small taste of freedom is over. Back to work." Harris barked, not even looking up from the papers he had gotten from the principal's office.
Snapping themselves back into their positions, with their heads bowed towards their open textbooks and notebooks. With wide smiles, they glanced at each other, eyes sparkling and faces glowing. Even paper rings could make detention with the devil himself blissful. "I'd throw this pencil at him if that meant we could have another detention together." Stiles whispered, sliding his elbow closer to hers.
She smiled, bumping his elbow with his. "I would steal his dinky little glasses if that meant we would have a week's worth of detentions together. As long as you teach me to make these paper rings."
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Forbidden - Chapter 2
Summary- Jess couldn't stop thinking about the guy she'd met in the coffee shop, he was drop dead gorgeous, mature and everything she's always wanted but how would she find him again when she didn't even know his name?
Word count- 3.1K
Pairing- Prof!Chris Hemsworth x OC
Warnings- Swearing, slight smut talk
18+ only!
Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.
Posted: 13th August 2021
Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke
@chickensarentcheap
@jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld
@mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires
@monet-belle
Chapter 1
The only thing was, he didn't know I was only twenty and I had no way of finding him again.
If fate did bring us back together, would he mind that I was still a student? That I couldn't even drink when we went on dates?
Who am I kidding? Of course he would mind, he could get any woman he wanted, why would he want me?
"Morning, you feeling any better?" Ellie was awake before me as usual, she spent hours getting ready in the morning and was now sat at her desk finishing her make up.
"I suppose, can't beat myself up forever can I?" I was more the get up and go kind of girl, I could never understand why she'd take hours getting ready just to go to class but I suppose you never know who you're going to bump into.
"No you can not. Not when there's literally thousands of guys here to take your pick of."
"Psh!" I finally pull myself out of bed after thinking about the thought of possibly bumping into my hunk again I changed my mind about making myself a little more presentable.
"What d'ya mean psh?" Ellie turns to look at you, her mascara wand in her hand and only one eye made up, she looked ridiculous. How could you take her seriously looking like that?
"I mean I'm not interested in these childish boys anymore El, I want a man."
"Fuck me, you spoke to the guy for two minutes and already you're acting like you've lost the love of your life." Wow, that hurt a little.
"I didn't say I was talking about him although it would be nice. I just meant I'm sick of playing all these childish games and never knowing where I stand. Don't you get sick of being the one who always falls deeper? Getting messed about and then being the one who's left hurt?" I joined her at the desk, putting on a little mascara and eyeliner. "I want a man who knows what he wants and treats me better. Don't you?"
"Well shit, when you put it like that I can't argue with you. It would be nice, hey I wonder if Mr Aussie has a brother?" She waggles her eyebrows at me, making me laugh. "I gotta go babe, what class you got?"
"My first Comms class this morning." I did not sound excited at the prospect because I really wasn't. I'd put it off in freshman and sophomore years but thought I better get it over and done with before my senior year.
"Oh really? I didn't know you'd taken that class. I heard a load of seniors talking the other day and apparently the Professor is drop dead gorgeous. I was thinking about taking it up too just to see what all the fuss was about."
"Well that should make the class a lot more interesting, maybe it isn't going to be as bad as I thought."
"See, every cloud and all that. See you tonight, fancy the bar?" She shouts over her shoulder as she walks towards the door.
"Sounds good, see you later."
I looked over my outfit I'd already chosen for the day, just some jeans and a plain t-shirt and realised it wouldn't do. Not when there's the prospect of a hot Professor to impress. My wardrobe desperately needed an update, especially now I was focused on finding myself a man and not one of these easily pleased college boys, that were happy with anything as long as I showed a bit of leg and tits. I settled with some tight black jeans with a black, lace-rimmed, cami body suit and a cute little cream, cropped blazer to finish it off. It made me feel confident when I checked myself out in the mirror and if I do say so myself I looked smoking hot. I checked the time on my phone, realising I was going to be late I quickly ran the curling tongs through the ends of my long blonde hair before grabbing my bag and rushing out of the door.
In the hopes of catching the eye of this new professor I'd completely forgotten about the hottie from the coffee shop, which was probably a good thing, it's not like I'm ever going to see him again. I kind of wished I would though, especially when I was looking and feeling this great but hey, on to bigger and better prospects.
I thought that being late would mean I'd be stuck with a lame choice of desk in class but luckily the back row was practically empty and I could hide in the corner of the lecture theatre. I laughed to myself when I realised that practically all the girls were occupying the front desks, obviously they'd heard the rumours too.
I pushed my hair behind my ears and fumbled in my bag for my pen and notepad, when I glanced to the door and caught the eyes of a student I hadn't seen before. I couldn't deny how attractive he was, with his bright blue eyes and floppy hair, oh and that smile. Wow! He smiled brightly at me as he made his way to the back of the class, his eyes glinting, shining like diamonds as he ignored the whispers from the girls at the front. The whole row of desks were free so when he chose the desk right next to me, my stomach fluttered.
I kept my eyes on my notepad, doodling on the front cover so as to avoid that eye contact with him again. I could see a cheeky glint in his eyes and I'd learnt from experience what that meant, trouble. I wasn't ready to get myself back into a situation like that again.
My eyes shot to the front as I heard the room erupt into wolf whistles, the girls at the front giggling and whispering to each other, I rolled my eyes at them, how embarrassing.
Then I realised what all the fuss was about and my heart almost stopped beating, thudding against my chest at an alarming rate. How is this even possible? How the fuck could he be a professor? Surely he's not old enough. Oh fuck.
I sank lower in my chair, willing the ground to just swallow me up or maybe if I got low enough I would escape his notice. No such luck, his eyes scanned the class and when they fell on mine, his face lit up with anger? No not anger. A hunger. His eyes scanned my body, falling over my hair and down to my cleavage. I felt hot under his gaze, was I blushing? Sweating? Oh god, I've never wished for class to be over so much in my life.
My professor was the guy I'd been shamelessly flirting with in the coffee shop. I don't understand how this could be real, I know I wanted to bump into him again but this is such a cruel twist of fate. I'd never even suspected him to be a professor, he was so damn thick and muscly. The clothes he wore were so stylish and he looked way too young to be a professor. He must be so embarrassed that he'd been flirting with a student, I definitely was embarrassed that I'd been flirting with a professor.
I was so panicked, I didn't have a clue what to do in this situation. Squirming in my seat, trying to look anywhere but at the Professor but I could feel his eyes on me as he prepared for the class to start. People were still whispering amongst themselves and I risked a glance in his direction, that made me bite on to my lip to stop myself from screeching. His eyes were still on me, subtly glancing up from the pile of paper he'd just taken out of his bag, his eyebrows furrowed as he studied me. He certainly didn't look embarrassed infact he looked downright feral and the thought of it made my pussy clench, so much so I had to cross my legs under the table.
"I guess you're obsessed with this new Professor too, huh?" The guy next to me leant across his desk to whisper and fuck me if I wasn't imagining it but he was Australian too. Like have we just suddenly had a huge delivery of hot Australian guys arrive at the University? This was just downright unfair, how was I meant to cope?
"No, what makes you say that?" Why did I ask that question? Like it wasn't obvious how much I was sweating and squirming in my seat. Luckily he didn't have time to answer when my eyes were drawn back to the professor as he stood at the front of the class with his hands casually in his pockets and cleared his throat to get our attention.
If I wasn't mistaken, now he looked angry, the muscles in his neck more prominent as he glared between me and the guy next to me.
Was he angry that my attention had been taken away from him and was on another guy? Or because we were talking when we should've been paying attention?
"Now I've got your attention, we're going to use our first session to get to know each other a little better. You'll be doing quite a lot of speeches so it's best if you feel comfortable with one another. I'll start by introducing myself." That sexy accent makes me sweat even more, nevermind the fact that his eyes keep finding their way back to me. "So, I'm Professor Hemsworth and I'm originally from Melbourne in Australia." His eyes meet mine again, a knowing look in them.
"G'day mate." Some idiot from the back shouted, making everyone laugh and I couldn't help but join in a little. Professor Hemsworth smiled at the joke, his eyes creasing in the corners and his smile growing wider when he looked to me and saw me giggling.
"Yeah, very original. Alright, alight, settle down now." His voice is so commanding and authoritive, it's such a turn on. "So, I haven't been here for very long and I'm still getting used to how different things are here. The weather for one." He earned a couple of laughs from people. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him, he was so mesmerizing. The way his face animated as he spoke, his eyebrows raising and lips curling.
"I was going to ask you all to go easy on me but that's not going to happen is it?" He got a couple of head shakes and sympathetic looks from the girls. "No, I thought not. Well now it's my turn to torture you. I'll start alphabetically, stand up and tell everyone something about yourself." I swallowed back my fear, this is the reason I'd put off this class until now and as if it wasn't hard enough talking in front of a whole class I now had to do it in front of Professor Hemsworth too.
"Claire Abbott." Fuck. He'd started, at least my name would be one of the last ones.
"Hi I'm Claire." The tall blonde at the front stood up, twirling her hair around her finger and giggling like a child. I rolled my eyes at her and caught the Professor smirk in my direction. "I erm… I don't know what to say?" She looks up at the Professor questioningly.
"Just anything about yourself that we might find interesting, the first thing that comes to mind." He replied.
"Well I own four horses and I'm the cheer captain." I rolled my eyes again, scoffing quietly and Professor Hemsworth had to hold in a laugh as he looked in my direction.
"Talk about predictable." The guy next to me leaned over to whisper to me again.
"Totally." I laughed back at him and when I looked back at the Professor he was glaring straight at us again, his face set sternly.
"You two at the back, we'll wait for you shall we?" Professor Hemsworth said sternly, everyone turned around to look at us but I barely noticed, I was too focused on the way his stern voice made my cunt flutter when he called me out.
I didn't speak for the rest of the class, although I had the urge to, just to hear the way his voice sounded when he was angry. I couldn't concentrate on what the other students were saying, too focused on watching the way the Professor's face changed everytime he looked my way, which was pretty often, to my suprise.
"Jake Hudson." In my peripheral, I saw the guy next to me stand and when he did, Professor Hemsworth's eyes narrowed.
"Hi I'm Jake." He pushed his hands in to his pockets cooly, glancing at me as he did. "I'm also from Australia." He looked at the professor slyly, a smirk forming on his lips, laughing at the other students shouting G'day mate. "I was forced to move here but I'm glad I did because I've just met the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." The class burst into rounds of whistles and cheers as Jake sat down, smiling at me cockily. I could feel my cheeks blushing, I was flattered, he was absolutely gorgeous but hadn't I sworn of boys my own age?
Professor Hemsworth looked even more angry now as he loosened his tie a little, that black tie that draws my view down, like a arrow pointing straight to his cock. I tried to keep my eyes down on my desk, doodling in my notebook so I could avoid that hungry gaze, anxiously waiting for my turn. What the hell was I going to say?
"Jessica Watson." Shit. I stood slowly, trying to give myself more time to think, I couldn't stand everyone's eyes being on me especially the Professors and Jakes.
"Hey, I'm Jessica." I smiled nervously, tucking my hair behind my ear. "These last couple of days have been pretty eventful for me." I looked away from the chalk board so I could search Professor Hemsworth's face. "I'm living the life of a romance novels heroine and I'm excited to see what the next couple of days bring." I sat down keeping the gaze of the professor, I'd forgotten I was in a room full of people until I heard the ooh's and ahh's and my cheeks turned scarlet. The Professor's eyes glowed with heat as he watched me sit down before shaking his head and turning back to the class. Jake also caught my eye as I sat back at my desk, my cheeks still burning, he smiled at me, the kind of smile that crinkles your eyes. I felt kind of bad that he probably thought I was talking about him when in fact I was talking about our professor.
"I hope we all feel a bit more comfortable with each other now, some of you shared some pretty revealing things." He looked at me again. "Some of you, not so much." He raised his eyebrows at a group of guys. "I'll have a schedule for you all next time I see you, anybody that has any questions can see me after class, everyone else is free to leave." His eyes scanned me as he turned around to sit at his desk, I watched a couple of girls approach him predictably.
"Are you going to the party at our frat this weekend?" I had to reluctantly pull my eyes away from the Professor while Jake spoke, so he was a Alpha Kappa, not surprising really.
"Yeah, I think so. My roommate mentioned it."
"Oh good, I'll see you there then. Jessica." He smiled, standing from his seat.
"Jess." I corrected him. I hated being called Jessica, it was so formal.
"Well Jess, I'll see you around." He winked at me as he pulled his backpack on to his shoulder.
There were still a couple of girls taking up the Professor's attention and I wasn't sure yet whether I wanted to sneak past or wait to speak to him. I thought about it for a minute my fingertips drumming against my desk when the girls left and he was alone. As soon as the door closed, his gaze was on me and I could hear the silence in the room like a ringing in my ears. We stayed like that for a couple of seconds, staring at each other, no one saying a word until her cleared his throat. I blinked a couple of times, realising how stupid I must look before getting up from my seat and packing my things away.
"Did you need to talk Miss Watson?" I could hear amusement in his voice as he sat back on his desk casually, his arms folded across his chest.
"I erm…" I walked towards him, my legs feeling like jelly all of sudden and trying not to fall down the stairs. "I wanted to apologise, I had no idea you were a Professor." I said as I reached the bottom of the stairs, I didn't know what to do with myself but I was nervous about getting closer to him. He made the atmosphere feel tense, like if I was to reach out and touch him I would burn my fingers so I stood awkwardly at the bottom of the steps.
"There's no need to apologise Miss Watson, I also had no idea you were a student but I was hoping to bump into you again. Funny how things work out isn't it?" He cocked his eyebrow at me, still looking amused as he watched me squirm. When he said he'd been hoping to bump into me again it made me feel more confident, like I wasn't imagining the way he'd been looking at me for the last hour.
"I think fate can be rather cruel Professor Hemsworth." I smiled at him as I finally closed the distance between us, watching his eyes flare with hunger when I called him Professor.
"Oh really? Why is that Miss Watson?" His eyes narrowed, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat as I got close enough to touch him, I didn't though. I didn't dare break that boundary, not yet.
I smiled at him through my lashes, biting on to my lip. "I was hoping to bump into you again too, only now the thought of what could've happened will have to remain a fantasy." Wow! I was not expecting that, did I sound like a slut? Shit. I looked back up at him and caught him gulp, that hunger in his eyes shining, his pupils blown with lust, he loosened his tie even more and I caught a glimpse of his smooth chest and chickened out. The tension was way too much and I was about to do something I was going to regret, I could live with being a huge tease instead.
"I better get to my next class, we can't have anyone thinking I'm your favourite now can we?" I smiled to myself when I noticed the muscles in his jaw tense as he ground his teeth together. Turning to leave I looked back over my shoulder and his eyes were glued to my hips, watching them sway as I walked and I realised I had him exactly where I wanted him but was it worth the risk?
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Hi again. I'm completely in love with your posts !! Could you please make Vergil, Dante, Nero and V reacting to s/o wearing a black lingerie?
DMC Boys + S/O wearing black lingerie
➤ Masterlist | Rules
Damn, I took so long for this one. I’m so sorry. :( But thanks for staying here. I truly appreciate.
I must confess this work has been in my drafts for a while without any progress, because I had literally no ideas. Yeah, your little boy here is still passing through a terrible creative block, but he’s trying his best.
Since you haven’t mentioned any pronouns, I decided to use our well known friend Gender Neutral S/O. Hope you like it, my dear. Thanks for trusting your desires on me.
WARNING: Sexual content under the cut. Pretty 18+, I must say. Gender Neutral S/O.
Dante
He’s probably the one who bought them this lingerie in the first place. Dante is a huge fan of his S/O wearing this kind of garments, and once he realized they were enjoying this idea as much as he was, he started to give them some lingeries as a gift eventually — when he has the money to do so, of course.
They’ve already tried a few lingeries through their relationship with Dante, but none of them was black. It’s not like it was intentional or anything, Dante just forgot the black color was a valuable option. Although once Dante saw that specific blackened piece of clothing, his eyes sparkled. They’d look divine on that.
And when his S/O welcomes him after a boring day at the Devil May Cry office wearing the said lingerie, his thought proved to be more than correct. The smirk on Dante’s lips comes up with an amused chuckle and mischievous hands moving right to their hips.
“Glad you liked this one,” He says, already feeling their curves gently coated with silk fabric under his playful fingertips. “Why don’t you lay down on the bed, huh? I wanna see it closer.”
Exploring their body with his hands and mouth has never been more fun than now. Dante is extra — and unbelievably — careful with his actions due to the delicacy of the fabric, but it doesn’t mean he holds back. Although the slowness of his movements is impressive, his usual intensity is still there to make his S/O gasp as he touches and tastes the sweetness of their skin.
It doesn’t take long until the lingerie is dropped on the floor. Dante does enjoy the view, but what he truly wants is actually underneath that.
Nero
To be honest, Nero hasn’t thought about the possibility of his S/O wearing this type of garment at first. So, when they suddenly call him to the bedroom and surprise their boyfriend by wearing black lingerie, he’s clearly stunned. The excited smirk on his lips couldn’t be helped though.
Nero wants to ask why and when they decided to buy that lingerie, but it doesn’t matter at the moment. The only thing he says is “You’re hot as fuck on this”, and then Nero pulls them to a heated make out in the bedroom. If they’re ready and waiting for him, why would he waste time just looking at them?
He surely wants to see them wearing lingerie more often. But this conversation will just happen later because they both are pretty busy now.
They don’t take long to realize that they’ve awakened a beast. His S/O can tell it for sure since the grip on their hips is tighter than usual and they haven’t been pressed against the wall with that eagerness in a while. At this point, between deep kisses and teasing touches, they wished this idea had crossed their mind sooner.
Despite the excitement Nero is feeling to go further with what they both started, something inside his mind convinced him to become teasy. His touches aren’t exactly gentle, though he’s not yet being rough; through the eager and heated kisses, stroking his S/O’s sex over the silk clothing doesn’t seem to be a bad idea at all.
Nero just takes that lingerie out of his S/O’s body when the piece of clothing is totally messed up with their fluids.
V
Our lovely poet is still learning the most various things about the world. He’s not a naive person at all, just an inexperienced person who is barely a month old; so, when his S/O shows up wearing black lingerie, V can’t help expressing his surprise… and interest.
“Black does suit you, my love.” He says softly as he runs his curious and amazed eyes through their body. “What an unexpected yet wonderful view you’re giving me now. Can you show it more closely for me?”
V has always been a person who enjoys observing and appreciating the divine view of his S/O’s beauty. With this recent addition to their relationship, he doesn’t make any efforts to hide how his sight was being blessed by their body seductively coated with that black silk garment. The smirk on his lips and the amused look on his green eyes are enough to make his S/O try more lingeries in other opportunities.
But just looking is not enough for V. He also wants to touch them, to see them gradually getting bare and worship each part of their stunning body, which doesn’t have any part that wasn’t explored by this curious man at the point they both lay down on the bed.
Like Dante, V puts a lot of delicacy and gentleness on his touch. From measured and deep kisses to intimate nibbles and smooches at their inner thighs, everything feels so heavenly and sweet, like he has a deity sprawled under him. The favorite places for his hands to rest and grip are their thighs and waist.
He keeps his S/O’s body wearing that beautiful lingerie until he’s done with foreplay.
Vergil
Holy shit, this GIF. Look at this beautiful smirk.
He’s not as innocent as his only-human part, even if he’s almost as inexperienced. Vergil is aware of the whole thing about this type of clothing, and when he found out about its existence, the only thing that crossed this devil’s mind was the image of his S/O wearing one of those. But Vergil didn’t find the courage to tell them he wanted to see them like that.
But he got lucky. During a quiet night in their apartment, Vergil gets his reading section on his armchair interrupted by his S/O’s body suddenly climbing on his lap, coated by a seductive black silk garment; for a moment, Vergil considers the possibility that his S/O might be able to read minds. Well, he doesn’t have the time to wonder about it and doesn’t want to either, because a more interesting thing is about to occupy his mind at the moment.
Before saying anything, Vergil prefers to express his amusement by kissing his S/O. His hands explore the sensation of the delicate fabric over their soft skin as they run through their body, paying extra attention to their thighs and waist. Once the kiss is going further and deeper, Vergil pushes their hips against his lap to sit them on it.
His touches are passionate and teasing, as usual. He’s obviously excited to see their beautifully dressed body at its completeness, sprawled under his touch, but he cares about impressions. Demonstrating too much eagerness and lack of self-control is out of character for him.
Once they pull out from the kiss, Vergil whispers in their ear as he gently grabs and squeezes their hips: “You look divine, just like I imagined you’d do.” They can’t see his face, but Vergil has a wild smirk on his lips.
This time, the lingerie stayed on their body throughout the entire act. It wasn’t hard for Vergil to find a way to make them ride him without taking the garment off.
#i am REALLY sorry for this#you deserve something better but i unfortunately can't make it happen :')#dmc#devil may cry#dmc headcanons#devil may cry headcanons#dmc dante#dmc nero#dmc v#dmc vergil#dante x reader#nero x reader#v x reader#vergil x reader
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ENERGY CHECKUP: YOONGI (again)
Now, I know I've already done an energy check up on yoon but I wanted to see how he was doing now that he's gotten his shoulder surgery!
Disclaimer time: tarot is not to be takes as fact and is my interpretation if the cards :) entertainment purposes only~
SHIT IS STRANGE (it is Yoongi though so I'm not too shocked)
So. For starters, his energy is pretty calm and chill. He's also a bit more quiet?
I wrote a note that tomorrow is exciting... idk I wrote it down and I'm not sure if its exciting for him or for us? Maybe its just a general like, "tomorrow is a good day" type thing.
Now. 11... I wrote this down and I'm not sure why though I believe that he might be seeing 11:11 on the clock or possibly that something exciting is happening for him at 11:11 (I just checked and thats in like an hour and a half from when I'm writing this down(( update i just finished writing the whole post and it is about 11 minutes away)) idk. I make no promises but I wrote it down so there you go.
I also kept seeing plants and I'm not sure if people got him flowers or plants as a "get well" type thing or maybe he's stressing bc someone has to water his plants lol
Okay. Okay. Hear me out. Black bean noodles. It popped into my head and I was told to write it down but I'm also really hungry so take that with a grain of fucking salt. (I even pictured a nice elaborate bowl that was red as well as the take out container. Yum. Send me noodles)
MOVING ON
Here's the actual reading lol. He is bored.
Thats all. Thank you for coming.
Jk
I joke. The cards give me a kind of frazzled feeling? Its the struggle of knowing hes done something good but it comes at a cost. Yoongi works. A lot. All the goddamn time. So what now? He's having this shake up thats forcing him to deal with stuff. Him having this surgery also may have brought back some less than favorable memories/ feelings that hes being forced to deal with now. Over all though he feels like its good. The 6 of wands makes me think that he's thinking of our response when he comes back. Its like he's gonna be so much more confident in himself and his dancing and he can finally move on from the car accident? It happed so long ago but he literally carried this burden with him. Its good. The wheel of fortune and is about a change and the 8 of swords is about self imposed restriction, imprisonment and over all bad/ negative feelings. I pulled the wheel of fortune first and asked what was changing and that was the 8 of swords. This surgery is helping to free him from this restricting, painful thing that may have been reminding him of the past! YES HEALING
Now. For this section I just kinda asked "whats up?" And got, easy does it, divine life purpose l, balancing masculine and feminine energies and uplift your thoughts. He may be resting but he's got his mind working on 3,000 my dude. Its the regular "yoongi is woke af" bullshit but damn. The cards say what they say. He's preparing. I'll come back to this.
Now the 7 of cups and the 3 of swords. I asked how he felt about missing out on promoting. He's heart broken with the 3 of swords. It genuinely pains him. And with the 7 of cups he might feel like there's a lot of ways this can play out and he's considered a lot of options.
I was curious how he felt about me coming into his energy so I asked him what he thought of me. Lol. These each came out separately. We got, 2 of cups, four of wands, the empress, justice, the magician, the sun and the lovers. Ha
So. To add to the mood setting my guide said "he's a drama queen" lol yeah he is.
So so so so so. I was confused? Still am a little confused but I'm like 80.9% sure that he isn't bothered by me poking around in his energy n shit. In fact my theory is that he's using this connection to his advantage? Lol sounds dumb but my best guess is that home boy sees my energy/ what I'm doing as a way to figure out his own shit? Idk maybe he thinks I'm his energetic therapist. Maybe even a matchmaker (I mean... I have been putting a lot of energy and work into finding/ connecting with his soulmate so maybe he's letting me do all the dirty work) I really don't understand but I got no further explanation.
Oki oki oki. Now. I was drawn to 2 books. The kybalion and the prophet. I asked yoon if there was any messages that we wanted to point out through the books and I got a number for each book so I took it as page numbers. 28 for the prophet and 54 for the kybalion
Take what you will from these if it calls to you. I haven't read these since I was around 13? The sentiments for each felt important to me so I'm curious what you all might think/ feel when reading these? ( I also get the feeling that Yoongi has read the prophet idk why)
Okay. At this point I was like cool, let's wrap this up but I need to talk about his pjs? Green/grey? Plaid pj bottoms don't ask me don't ask me don't ask me I don't know but It wouldn't go away so I had write it down? Help.
I had written yoongis brother down too. Theres something about him? I'm not sure what but thats all I got lol
I was very strongly told that I needed to remember 7, that its important. Got it. Worth it down.
Oki. As I was going back to the platform blah blah blah the string turned blue too. The cord is usually white or silver but it was blue so that was a fun thing and then I was like "nice. Cool. Thanks. This was awesome, get healthy blah blah" and go to leave/ end the connection but the cord wouldn't go away.
???
What.
Then the string (idk if I said but that string shit is like on the third eye? Its connected to my forehead and his too.) Kind tightens.
I'm like, "oh shit."
Listen. Usually everything is smooth and nice and I just leave.
All is well though bc my guide is like, "stop being a little bitch" so I just let it happen.
Yoon shoves me back off the edge of the platform. Why he gotta be like that?
Now. This is strange. I had dropped down into a library.
Y'ALL
I almost shit my fucking pants. Dear god.
THE AKASHIC RECORDS MY DUDE
He started walking me around until he found a blue book. His mother fucking book.
Home boy brought me to his fucking Akashic fucking blue fucking book.
I was big mad. "YOU LITTLE FUCKER! YOUVE KNOWN ABIUT THIS SHIT?" And he was like, "duh"
I've never felt more disrespect lol
Also the way the library was presented was way way way different from how it looks to me. So thats an interesting note. Looking at his book, on the base of the spine is a number 7...
Oki. Cool. I asked if I could look and he said, "Sure, when you can find your way back."
This mother fucker threw me out of a meditative state. Have you ever woken up just before you hit the ground in one of those falling dreams? THAT WAS THE FEELING.
?? I'm not sure what the fuck just happened or if it holds actual significance.
Anyway. After cursing the fuck out of yoobi I started thinking what else 7 ment.
I was specifically told to remember 7 and it was on his book. Then It popped into my head (I want to say its because I'm smart and thought of it all by myself but I think that was my guide wanting me to keep my last brain cell safe). What is yoongis life path number?
Now I don't know shot about life path numbers but imma read up on them tonight. I used a life path calculator on Google. HIS LIFE PATH NUMBER IS 7 Y'ALL.
Maybe I'm dumb as fuck but yoobi never disappoints.
Conclusion: Yoon is fine. Hes just being a yoongi and a yoongi does.
⬆️Me after this reading⬆️
⬆️ Yoongi rn playing 12D chess⬆️
#bts#bts tarot#bts reactions#bts imagines#bts rm#namjoon imagine#jin#kim seokjin#yoongi#yoongi imagine#min suga#min yoongi#hoseok#jhope#bts jimin#taehyung#jungkook#jk
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