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"you shouldn't look away from atrocities just to take care of your mental health" actually shut the fuck up because that mentality literally doesn't help anyone.
People are going to go through literal shit and it's our job to support them, but not to where we're matyrs.
Please share news as it's serious, but don't listen to that bullshit. It's important to care about other's lives, but don't sacrifice yourself for something you can't actually change, being a literal million miles away.
#babey posts#saw the stupidest fucking post today#like shut the fuck up#do you think your stupid ass online sentiments are actually helping because they're not#show support. not spread vitriol
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Today we have the fourth part of our hurt/comfort rec list for you! There are tons of amazing fics on this list that we hope you'll show some love to. If you missed the previous parts, you can find part one here, part two here, and part three here. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!
1) Wanna Feel the Edges Start to Burn | Explicit | 6,111 words
Harry gives him a gentle smile. “Feeling a little bit better?”
Louis nods tentatively. “I think so yeah. Thank you so much for being so kind, but you really didn’t need to do this.” He lifts his unfortunately still shaky hand and runs it haphazardly through his hair. “It was just a spilled tea, I totally overreacted. I’m a bit embarrassed to be honest.”
Harry scoffs. “Are you kidding me? Don’t be. I saw the whole thing, that guy was way out of line. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Louis gives him what he’s sure is a watery smile. “Erm thank you. I wouldn’t normally admit this to a stranger, but you’ve already seen me cry today so what the hell?” He forces himself to let out a weak laugh. “The thing is, my period is due any day now and sometimes the birth control pills make my emotions go a little haywire. I think that’s what happened.”
2) To Love Without Reason | Explicit | 8,894 words
“Come on in, soldier,” Louis pats Harry’s chest and walks away, leaving Harry to follow behind.
Harry stands in the living room, looking around at Louis’ dwelling. Family pictures placed high on a shelf, certificates of Louis’ practice, and other trinkets that make Harry entirely too nostalgic.
“I have to warn you,” Louis says as he puts the kettle on, the water droplets from his hair trickling down the golden skin of his back. “The door jams if you lock it so you'll have to leave it ajar.”
Harry acknowledges with a soft hum, too entranced by Louis’ glistening skin to form a coherent reply.
3) Wanna Do Nothing With You | Explicit | 9,606 words
The accident happens in the stupidest way possible. One minute Louis is demonstrating a skateboard trick he’d just learned for Lottie, the next he’s waking up in a hospital. He’s told that he wasn’t unconscious the entire ride, but he has absolutely no recollection of it. One second he’s fucking around in his own garden and the next he’s being assaulted with the strong sterile scent of a hospital.
So. There’s that.
4) Let Me Be Your Good Night | Explicit | 10,520 words
Louis goes on a shit Valentines date and Harry's the cute waiter who takes him home
5) For The Love Of Biscuits | Mature | 16,574 words
Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.
The thing about hybrids is that their animal instincts make them jumpy.
And quite often lends them to being owned.
Harry Styles wasn't looking to purchase a half-breed. But sometimes things just happen. And owning a fox/human hybrid was something that happened.
6) Works Like A Charm | Explicit | 18,088 words
Ever since Louis joined the team in fifth year, a few facts have become set in stone.
One: Louis is the best chaser in Hogwarts.
Two: Harry is the best beater in Hogwarts.
Three: They do not get along.
So it’s really unfair of Liam to think that forcing them to spend time together as Louis recovers from his injury will make them the best of friends. The last thing Louis would do is get along with that git.
7) Soup Of The Day | Explicit | 19,958 words
It had been the single minded goal for them since college and seemed simple enough. 1. Study hard. 2. Open their dream restaurant. 3. Take the culinary world by storm.
What could possibly go wrong?
8) Under The Rain Or Under The Snow | Explicit | 20,667 words
Christmas AU where they broke up a month ago but Harry shows up at Louis’ childhood home for the holidays. Louis didn’t tell his mum about their breakup so staying with them is not ideal. Harry stays.
9) Heart Eyes | Explicit | 21,467 words
Harry is a dedicated sentinel with a strong aversion to demons, and Louis is the lovesick incubus who will go to any lengths to win Harry's heart.
10) It Was All By Design (‘Cause I’m A Mastermind) | Explicit | 21,986 words
“You can’t be serious. You think I would be so awful to work for - you would rather quit?”
“Don’t be all high and mighty about it,” Harry scoffs. “Surely you would do the same.”
“I’m not being high and mighty. It’s called being professional.”
“Really?” Harry pushes. “You’d work diligently under me with no complaints? You’d do whatever I asked of you?”
“That would be my job, so yeah.”
Harry shakes his head. “I’d work you so fucking hard,” he says slowly, “that you’d have to quit.”
11) Thrown To The Wolves | Explicit | 21,681 words
Louis is a human living in the Styles' wolf pack who can't stop getting into trouble, and Harry is the soon-to-be alpha who thinks keeping Louis at arm's length is the safest option.
12) Letters To June | Mature | 41,150 words
It's 1915, Europe is in the middle of the Great War. Omega Louis decides to join the Letter Home Project to become someone’s penfriend. Through this he meets a lovely soldier who hasn't got anyone else to send a letter to. Along with his letter, comes a picture of the most handsome alpha Louis has ever seen.
13) Catch Me If I Fall | Explicit | 47,099 words
Lovers when on the stage but bitter rivals as soon as they step off, Harry and Louis have butted heads from the moment they first met. Locked in a stalemate that they hope to ride out until graduation, things take a turn when Harry learns that Louis is hiding a secret.
14) As We Are | Explicit | 48,268 words
Louis doesn't think much when he's asked to meet up with the alpha of the pack two hours from his own - he figures it's business as usual. But Harry Styles is anything but usual.
15) Once Burnt, Twice Shy | Explicit | 52,644 words
Louis and Harry are polar opposites in every way. Where Louis is a bestselling author from the city, Harry is a small-town firefighter who’s never left his home. Where Louis is spontaneous and spirited, Harry is introverted and calm, never straying from routine. When an ill-fated accident and an exceptionally intelligent tabby bring them together, they are forced to confront their pasts and forge a better beginning for themselves.
Will sparks fly, or will it all go up in flames?
16) Of Lost Things | Explicit | 57,890 words
Louis comes with a familiarity Harry has never felt with anyone else before. After their fateful meeting, their chemistry became undeniable, and soon after, Harry had felt like he hit the jackpot when it came to finding the person he would spend the rest of his life with.
But all relationships come with their own unique problems, and Harry soon realizes that their relationship is no different. When their problems go from unordinary to nearly bizarre in nature, he takes it upon himself to find an answer to their troubles. What he stumbles upon are terrifying coincidences between his and Louis’ story, and the ill-fated mythological couple, Orpheus and Eury. But it’s all they are; just coincidences, ones that feel as frighteningly familiar as Louis.
Except… what if none of this is a coincidence? What if everything Harry has always seen as fiction is true, and myth—or rather, history, is about to repeat itself?
17) Sink Into Your Sunlight | Explicit | 79,562 words
In the grand scheme of things Louis did believe in love, what he didn’t believe was that he would ever find it in his life time for himself. Low and behold he would find it with someone he didn’t anticipate, now it was just a matter of having it work out the way he dreamed of.
18) Invisible String | Explicit | 84,726 words
Louis swears on his life that that man came out of literal nowhere and he thanks each lucky star for having good breaks in his car.
This strange alpha also happens to be the most beautiful being Louis has laid his eyes on.
For some unknown reason, the omega feels safe around the alpha. It might seem strange, but you can't always explain why or how things are the way they are. All you can really be sure of is that they happen for a reason. There's a higher power (call it what you want) that knows better and definitely knows more than you do.
19) Wind Beneath My Wings | Explicit | 93,131 words
As an omega carer that works at a rescue and rehabilitation centre for feral alphas and omegas, Louis has experienced all sides of ferality. So Harry- a cold, near mute, non-receptive alpha- was a challenging case for everyone at Phoenix Rehab Centre. Louis wasn’t expecting to feel drawn towards an aloof Harry, or to form a slow bond with him. He certainly was not expecting for his entire life to change in unforeseen ways.
20) You Were My Because | Explicit | 109,089 words
Note: Please be sure to read the tags and any warnings.
Louis has battled the demons of his past for years now and has little hope of finding happiness for himself. Especially now that a school reunion is taking place and the memories of his school days are suddenly coming back with full force.
But after rain always comes sunshine, in Louis’ case in the form of his old schoolmate Harry.
A story about healing, friendship, finding trust and love.
21) Drops of Jupiter | Mature | 121,826 words
In a small, sleepy town ruled by prejudice, Louis Tomlinson runs his grandmothers shop for the occult. He finds comfort in his tarot cards, his friends, and a dog that he doesn't have room for. He thought the worst he'd have to deal with would be bigotry, until a new sheriff arrives with a headstrong little girl that's impossible not to fall in love with.
But what happens when a string of break-ins leads to a brutal attack, and the towns' darling is murdered right under their Sunday hats? A murder that just so happens to bear the same modus operandi as similar homicides in neighbouring states. Has the killer been circling Virginia, or is he a local of Lavender Hills?
And what will Louis do when the charming Sheriff Styles starts to suspect him of such a heinous crime?
22) Sewn Into You | Explicit | 167,485 words | Sequel
Harry Styles thinks soulmates are a fairytale, or in other words-a lie.
He has no interest in entertaining anything that has anything to do with the very name that had been etched along his collarbone since his eighteenth birthday.
Louis Tomlinson won't be answering to another alpha for the rest of his life if he can help it. Fuck happy endings, his soul mate can choke on it.
Problem is, Harry needs a personal assistant to save his family's business, Louis needs the cash to officially move off of his childhood best-friend's couch.
They can manage.
Surely, nothing will go wrong.
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! atsv spoilers !
when i sat down in my theatre seat to see atsv im telling you i was being the most autistic fuck you've ever witnessed. you could practically see the sparkles in my eye, dude.
the spot. my godddd he's so silly. the marketing ploy to make him seem like the side villain from the trailers was so fucking smart. I really thought that Miguel was going to be the main villain considering him fighting miles in pracgjcalky every trailer ever and being in the post-credits scene of itsv. and miles dealing with having to be everywhere at once was very realistic and gave me the classic "oh my god this poor boy this is painful to watch". oh and gwen's beginning scene of the drums just gave me the feeling that the movie was going to be fantastic. like, betrayal, amazing visuals, more gwen?? already a wonderful start. also the fact that the spot's whole reason to turn into a major villain is that nobody, not even the person who caused his disfigurement, would take him seriously- like- HUH???? perfect. wonderful. bro just wanted miles to pay attention to him for a little while.
Pavitr and Hobie were also really great additions to the spider team. Despite the fact that Hobie's accent was so thick and deep that I couldn't understand what he was saying a good third of the time, he still managed to work his way into my top 5 characters of the movie. THAT is good character building. At first I thought he was going to be the stereotypical love rival, considering his first mention was miles getting jealous of him and gwen being friends. I was worried that was how the story was actually going to go when he upstaged miles by breaking done the collider force field, but hes actually a really chill and cool guy. pretty sure he even roots for gwen and miles, so that's pretty funny. Pavitr was also super funny with a great character design. " Chai means tea, you're just saying tea tea! " was probably one of my favorite lines / jokes from the whole movie. His world was also very pretty and SUPER detailed. Props to every artist for Mumbatten.
Miguel and Peter B.'s dynamic was really fun to watch as well. This cryptic emo ass mastermind vampire who has watched people die and destroyed a universe next to this middle aged man in a pink fuzzy bathrobe who's oogling over his daughter. also, the line where Miguel said " I've had the right amount of you today " to peter b instead of " I've had enough of you " like the normal saying goes was kinda queer. just saying. but yeah, great villain, and I do want to see him in the final battle against spot, but I eventually don't want him to be the one to beat spot, y'know? If it was to be anyone, it's obviously going to be miles. Whether it's just miles or miles and gwen or miles and the gang gwen assembled at the end of atsv (WHICH HAD SPIDERNOIR YESSS SPIDERNOIR FANS LETS GOOOOOOO I HAD THE STUPIDEST SMILE ON MY FACE WHEN I SAW HIM IM TELLKNG YOU), in the end it's still gotta be miles.
the collider scene with the spot was really cool. spot may be silly, but he's not dumb enough to be " saved " by his archnemesis who only cared about him when he was about to become a transdimensional eldritch horror. boss move. his final form was really pleasing to look at because you can just see the detail that went into it. Looking at some screenshots, I noticed there were a lot of eyes and I'm pretty sure I saw a version of spiderman (original world 1610 peter, possibly?) staring at miles / the audience. despite him not showing up for another hour, hour and a half, I wasn't mad. If a movie can avoid showing the main villain for that long and still have them integrated properly, just, wow. blown away. oh and this part made me even more interested because his beginning ost, spot 1, I think? his random beats and tunes sounded more silly and disorganized and clumsy, like him trying to take the atm. near the end, he got spot 2, which was more shrill and frightening. I'm not musically trained, and I could still tell that it was scarier, and to me, they sounded very similar. To not have too far of a difference between the two and stroke two entirely different chords is just. ugh. wow.
don't even get me started on prowler miles... RAHHH THE CHARACTER AND WORLD DESIGN FOR UNIVERSE 42!!!! it was so beautiful and scary and breathtaking because there is. no. spiderman. when miles's mom didn't know what he was talking about and gwen wasn't really outside, it hit me like a brick in the head. and alternate aaron??? hello??? he made me physically uncomfortable because of how terrifying his face was. i couldnt even tell if he was wearing makeup or he was just that dramatjcally shaded. the turn miles does to see that it was his dad painted on the wall instead of aaron.... GRAHHHHHH
as an aspiring artist, I can say nothing but wow. that movie, the fact that it was 2 HOURS AND 20 MINUTES???? HELLO??? DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH WORK THAT MUSTVE TOOK??? unbelievable. and you know that sony felt bad for making us wait on a cliffhanger, so they probably were around 3/4 done with atsv and started working on beyond, so we didn't have to wait as long as we would've if they finished atsv and then started beyond. I'm so glad that those 5 years in the Sony team paid off, because that. was. amazing. my depression is vaporized. im going feral, going wild, going insane. i will not think of anything else until beyond is out. can't wait to see my bbg spot have his villain moment in March 2024!!! <333
#spiderman#spiderman atsv#atsv#atsv spoilers#miles morales#gwen stacy#pavitr prabhakar#hobie brown#across the spider verse#peter b parker#miguel o'hara#spiderman 2099#spider gwen#spider punk#spider woman#spider noir#spiderman noir
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Terrible isekai guides you might meet
Ok I keep thinking about that post about someone not believing the stupid rules of the fantasy land they're in I reblogged the other day and I'm now trying to think of just terrible options for meeting your guide to this new world when you get isekai'd.
The conspiracy theorist: You've got no background here, so sadly it's not your fault you don't clock that the faun you met after walking through that magic wardrobe is actually a nutjob.
You're quite a way into your quest to defeat the dark lord before you find out he's really a duly elected politician and probably does not, in fact, keep a dungeon full of tortured gnomes beneath his castle.
"Yeah, if you believe the establishment" says the faun, rolling his eyes. With hindsight, you recall the fact he lived alone in a shack in the woods and how perhaps you should have thought more about that.
The helpful AI: You awaken in a futuristic looking facility, your last memory is of sticking a fork in the toaster like your mother always told you not to. There's a console to your right, and the text is in your own language! "Hello, how may I help you today?" the speaker announces in a friendly tone. You tentatively say "where am I?", but are still surprised when the voice answers.
They've clearly improved things a lot since your day, but it's still embarrassing how long, and how many failed solutions to problems it presented, before you finally twig that it's still just an LLM. They've got the voice tone right, and the speech is far more natural, but it's still basically a hallucinating predictive text machine. You begin to doubt everything it's told you.
The confident idiot: Look, it's not their fault they never got a decent education. Just like it's not your fault you don't know enough about this place to know how wrong they are. Maybe the moon here really is a projection on the sky? It's not, and they've clearly misunderstood something they once heard about how the light of the moon is actually reflecting off it, but you weren't to know that. I mean, you just saw a fucking unicorn, all bets were off.
Sadly for you, the helpful young man who found you lying in the middle of the road and nursed you back to health, is kind of an idiot. Helpful, has the best of intentions at heart, but still an idiot. And worse yet, he's just intelligent enough to make logical leaps from all the information he's misunderstood over the years. Everything he taught you is like 40-70% right, or close to right, and you realise it's probably going to take twice as long to unpick which of the things you learnt were true and which bits weren't.
It's five years later, and you're still stuck in that strange world, you're used to it now, this is your home. In the tavern one evening you take a moment to lean over to a trusted companion and utter the stupidest sentence you've ever said: "So, uh, weird question but...do unicorns actually have venomous horns?"
The cultist: Yeah so uh, listen they seemed so nice when they met you! The friendly woman in the shining white armour, who couldn't do enough to help this lost stranger in her land.
Later you learn the visual shorthand here is a bit different to the one you grew up with and you've joined the great war between Good and Evil on the side of Evil. Whoops.
The skull-helmeted warrior-priests of the squid god are the good guys. Actually, it makes a sort of sense when you think about it, that the guys with the lion motif on their breastplates are the bad guys. Lions will eat humans; squid are mostly just delicious. And of course a cultist is friendly to a lost person seemingly with no connections, that's how cults work back in your world too, dummy. Shame they want to "end the world in blood" and all that.
#writing#isekai#portal fantasy#in case you were wondering no actually unicorns have a venomous *bite*#and the squid priests are from a culture of fisher-folk - the skull helmets are a reference to their role as protectors of those lost at se#I'm sure I've got more thoughts to come on this but I'll post this as is for now#I'm thinking also like someone who thinks they're being pranked or filmed#maybe a larper too
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ao3 first lines - dreamling edition
rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.
if you dream, I hope it will be of me
On a day in November, much like any other gloomy autumn afternoon, Hob Gadling stands in front of a lecture hall of undergraduates and feels the world change. His students remain much the same as all the classes before them, the usual range of keen interest through abject boredom, a sea of faces gazing down at him expectantly.
The difference comes from outside the school, outside of London, perhaps outside the world itself. He does not know what it is or where it originated, but he understands, indelibly, at the core of himself, that nothing will ever be the same again.
between the marble and the stars
Jessamy has been Dream of the Endless’s raven for untold centuries. She saw him through many things, was at his side always, as constant and as loyal as the sunrise. And her favourite duty was to accompany her liege to his centennial meeting with the mortal Hob Gadling. Jessamy hadn’t paid much attention that first time, when Death blessed the would-be immortal with long life and youth, but she did enjoy the energy in Dream’s step as he returned to the Dreaming that night. A hundred years later, their meeting had filled Lord Morpheus with buoyancy for decades before his more typical stern melancholy descended back upon him.
midday moon, midnight kiss
From the moment Dream steps into the New Inn and resumes his association with Hob Gadling, his immortal friend makes a habit of kissing him unexpectedly.
through the shatter of glass
Jessamy is pleased to accompany her master on many more visits to Hob Gadling after their meeting in the Dreaming in 1889. Gone is their centennial stipulation, left in the ashes of their disagreement, and a new regime reigns between the dream lord and his beloved immortal.
the poetry between stars
Hob Gadling always finds an excellent reason to get out of bed in the morning.
Today it’s this plastic Christmas tree, blinking with colored lights and a hodgepodge of ornaments he’d accumulated over the years. The Gilded Cup, New Haven’s only coffee shop, is decorated much the same. Chairs scooped up at estate sales, ceramic mugs from every city he’s ever visited—and that his regulars have visited, for that matter—and hand sewn curtains from women in the village who have adopted him as their surrogate son.
How to Win a Fucking Bet, by Hob Gadling, PhD
Hob Gadling is a very decisive man.
He has, in fact, got over six hundred years of life history to prove it.
His single greatest (or single stupidest, depending on your perspective) decision, was deciding to love Dream of the Endless.
In his defence, when he decided to fall in love, all he knew about Dream was that he has a great arse and an exceptionally tiny, opinionated mouth. And once the love was happening, he dedicated himself to it with all the typical fervour of a man who wants to live forever. Which is to say, quite a lot.
across the infinite march of time
Hob's lover is unusually clingy. And that's really saying something, considering his typical possessiveness.
chasing our ruin
There’s something about the man across the pub.
Dream hasn’t been able to take his eyes off him all night, and that–that is new for him. He’s not used to anyone real holding his attention for more than a few minutes unless he’s being pursued. Usually, he’s more interested in those characters he uncovers in his art, which sometimes feel more like real people to him than the phantoms who move through the world around him.
glow
Hob Gadling stands and waits.
The rest of his village mills around him, every inhabitant congregated and breathless with anticipation. Small houses of grey stone stand sentinel at their back, as lasting and immovable as the great forest before them, from whence they are sustained. There is no need for farming or commerce when the forest provides for every need, great and small.
And the cost is so very little. Once a century, their god emerges from the wood and claims just one soul to take to the circles of stone and make their covenant anew.
all the light we cannot see
It is not so very obvious, in the beginning. That they’re soulmates, that is.
Inadvisable Masturbatory Practices, by Hob Gadling, PhD
“Brother, I stand in my gallery and hold your sig–”
“Come through, sister mine.”
I cheated and did 11. Oh well >:)
tagging @ml-nolan @moorishflower @starrypawz and @beatnikfreakiswriting anyone else who wants to!
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Petrichor Easter Egg #6
Okay, I’m really sad that I did not finish Bête Noire in time to post for Sirius’ birthday today, since the short story starts on Sirius’ 16th birthday, shows the dreaded Whomping Willow incident, and then Sirius running away from home over Christmas holiday.
Here's the working summary for context:
The only thing Sirius Black received from his family on his sixteenth birthday was a warning that his disobedience would no longer be tolerated. That’s when everything started to spiral out of control.
Below is a snippet from that story with James giving Sirius a birthday gift. This has not been edited so there may be mistakes. None the less, enjoy!
Happy birthday to my cute little artichoke that I love more than any other fictional character. I'm so excited to not kill you in Brumous.
“Oi, there you are,” a familiar voice called behind him.
Sirius shoved the letter into his pocket as quickly as possible before his fingers carded through his hair. Turning to his right, James appeared at his side in his Macintosh coat and Gryffindor striped scarf. He didn’t look cold, and Sirius had no doubt that he was smart enough to cast a warming charm.
“Hey,” Sirius greeted.
“Happy birthday,” James greeted as he gestured his hand. “Budge over.”
The rock wasn’t that big so Sirius had no idea how he was supposed to even share it with his mate. Without a word, he scooted over until half of his bum hung off the edge. It was uncomfortable and plain stupid, but James didn’t seem bothered as he sat close to him. Pulling a black box out of his coat pocket, neatly wrapped in a gold ribbon, James held it out to Sirius.
Taking the gift, Sirius unwrapped it carefully. When he opened the box, Sirius let out a bark-like laugh as he saw five crossword books and a set of quills.
“I know how restless you get when I’m at Quidditch practice and Remus is off doing prefect things,” James commented. “I also know there is only so long you can put up with Peter before you’re chewing his head off.”
Sirius snorted. “He asks the stupidest questions.”
James elbowed him in the side. “Try to be a bit more patient with him, yeah? He’s a good bloke. I mean, he figured out Mrs. Norris’ weakness with that pointer spell. Merlin, that’s been dead useful because I swear that blasted cat can see through Invisibility Cloaks.”
Sirius shrugged as he pulled out one of the books and flipped through it. “I am patient with him.”
Sirius knew that was a bold-faced lie, but he figured it was best to at least deny that Peter frustrated him more often than not. James and Remus were far more patient and tolerant than he was.
James laughed. “You can’t lie to me, Padfoot. You’ve always been snippy towards him for as long as I can remember.”
Sighing, Sirius tossed the book back into the box and closed it. It was clearly a lack of patience on Sirius’ part. He knew that. Peter could be quite dense, asking a billion questions, always so fucking eager. They were all personality traits that Sirius couldn’t fucking stand while James and Remus found them endearing for reasons Sirius just didn’t comprehend.
“He doesn’t think half the time,” Sirius explained. “I mean, if he just took an extra minute or two and actually thought before he spoke, he’d annoy me a lot less.”
James chuckled, clapping Sirius on the back. “Ahh, there’s the Sirius Black I know and love: critical and grumpy.”
Sirius didn’t say anything, instead he looked out on the calm dark water. His mind flickered back to the damn letter from his mother in his pocket once more. He couldn’t help but overanalyze the words. Make the necessary corrections. What the bloody hell did that even mean? Hadn’t she attempted to correct his behavior in the past and failed? She had certainly hexed and cursed him, locked him up and starved him, berated and shouted at him. There wasn’t much more she could do, surely, besides fucking torture him. Even he didn’t think it would go as far as that.
“You all right, mate?” James pressed.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Sirius replied, his voice monotone and automatic.
“What? Did Kreacher send you maggots again?” James asked, his voice far too casual as he prodded.
Sirius snorted, remembering his last birthday when Kreacher sent him a box full of maggots. He supposed his parents probably instructed him to send him a gift, something nasty and impractical with no thought behind it.
“Nah, no maggots. Just a letter,” Sirius replied, hoping to squash James’ curiosity, as he rose from the rock and shoved his hands into his cloak pockets. His fingers brushed against the letter.
James didn’t relent though. “What did the letter say?”
Sirius looked up at the sky, noting the red hue. The last thing he felt like talking about was his mother’s foreboding letter and his paranoia to go home for the holidays. He had a good month and a half to stew over what would happen to him once he stepped foot into Grimmauld Place. Maybe that’s what she wanted, to make him a nervous mess. He was absolutely sick of the chokehold she had on him. There was nothing he wanted more than to be free of her and her abusive clenches.
“The same as always,” Sirius replied, his voice flat and leaving no room for discussion.
James nodded, a sigh escaping his lips as he looked up at Sirius. “Want to grab breakfast and then skive off Divination?”
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transphobes and terfs are so fucking stupid and have no space in feminism
literally saw the stupidest post today from a transphobe. shut the fuck upppp, youre stupid and annoying
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my diary part 9
january, 1
no new year mood. so i decide to have at least a good day.
with the money my parents gave me i went to the market, bought a big bottle of black cola, a big bucket of icecream and some other random sweets and snacks.
parents went to spend their time with some relatives. i was alone with pets. i scrolled through the web and sang depressive georgian songs all loud till my throat became sore and then watched a few horror movies. all the new year items were guirlands, cola and congratulating posts of strangers. there even were no fireworks. and absolutely no snow.
In the morning i went out with the dog. the light was at strange angles - i rarely come out at these early hours. the sun was rising to shine on a desolate winterless urban landscape. giant muddy puddles shined in poor grassy stadiums.
we went back and fell asleep together on my parents' sofa.
after that i fell in a binge mood again and went out again so i went out to another shop where i bought something i never taste before: chips with a vinegar taste and 0kcal 7up. tasty. the sun was shiny, yellowish, unwanted bitch.
january, 2
i went out again. there probably were some newyear leftovers. but what matters is that i bought my favourite purple monster energy. and something else. i dont remember anything, i just have 2 pics in my phone token in 02/01/2023, one with a purple can on a table and the second is a floor in a market where i didnt buy a drink. but something else totally wiped out of my memory.
january, 3
lack of snow makes streets look like its autumn. or fucking spring, i fucking hate spring. it seems like there are much more wires than decorations. wires look so naked. and garlands is nothing but a wires. candles and matches everywhere. i have a beautiful matchbox with a horse picture. i press the burning matches against my skin.
january, 4
i found a few markets that work when there is no light. two of them are located near the bridge, that's one of my fav places in this goddamn city parts. the bridge is just about 10-15 meters above the rails so its too low to jump and people walk there too often to be hitten by a train. i often think about it when im there but more often i just stay there and mindlessly look at the depressive and beautiful city-edge landscape with abandoned factory pipes, village leftovers, plattenbauen and neubauten and trains.
january, 5
i may despite those ugly alcoholics that drink in dirty suburb bars but they still have something i never really have, the connection with those who are like you, someone to spend another shitty day with, something to make life easier at least for a few hours.
january, 6
i forget everything. i need to write everything down but usually i forget even to write
january, 7
idk how my smart and intelligent father becomes a hog (in a bad way) when he came home. today he watched the stupidest comedy shows on loud and finally drove me insane. i dont get mad easily now bc my energy level is even lower than usual. but today i was mad so i turned harsh noise on to the max volume to not hear the show and laughing sounds from their room. i was so annoyed that i had to shout once. but the noise is making its job, i calmed down faster than it would be without it.
january, 8
ate fish sticks and mushrooms and plain yoghurt. mmm proteins
january, 9
i am glad that i have a habit to take pics almost every day. it may be the last thing that makes me remember.
january, 10
no words, just =( =( =(. everything is =(
january, 11
i saw a dream in which i was a boy living in foggy moist lands, a very, very cold place. i was in the home of a guy whose name was prince dave. im not sure if he is really a prince, maybe a decadent aristocrat. he was listening to russian rock. i lay on his lap, and he covered me with a blanket. he loves me. the next day he was hospitalized with pneumonia.. i also spent some time with gal named zulfia. we slept in my house but it was ruined, the roof was in cracks so the next day we stayed in her home. it was also in bad condition, the white columns were ready to fall, and the black and white floor was flooded. we lay in her bed, covered by a thick warm blanket.
im glad that i see interesting dreams again.
i realized that i saw a boy with long hair and light brown skin named prince before, in a few dreams in 2016. he looked younger before and now I saw him grown up. it is weird. he returns.
january, 12
there was a fog and it became thicker in the evening. it was so good to walk when there was no electricity and the only lights were the lights of cars passing by.
today i bought yellow cheese chips, waffles in a yellow pack and food for my cat in a yellow box. and there were yellow toy donkey and dog in my pocket. i usually bring toys with me whenever i go. i know that it may be stupid but i feel uncomfy when i go without toys. i mean more unsafe and uncomfy than usual. i put them in my pocket usually so nobody sees and nobody laughs. i may look very gnc and brave but honestly im a coward.
january, 13
i was sleeping so long that theres not much time left for eating. my dad brings marmalade fruit candies. he often buys them for me. i never asked him about it but i like it. and these things are tasty and low kcals.
january, 14
everything is leaking thru my hands. i'm losin' it. i'm losin' it
january, 15
dad of my dad is sick and my dad is driving every day to a hospital. he may die, i always dont know how to react when someone dies.
grandpa's house in the village is abandoned for a few weeks. my parents went there today and mom cleaned it. she said about the awful smell of food that lay there for weeks abandoned. she told also about two half-wild kitty sisters which grandpa fed sometimes, the fluffy gray and blind blackie, mom said that they still little and poor looking and it seemed like they are pregnant. i always gave names to the country cats. its weird that those girls were left unnamed. i dont know what's wrong with me.
january, 16
i woke up at 18, ate some apple pancakes, watched mad max and went to asleep again.
january, 17
sometimes i think about the skinny cashier guy i saw not so long ago. i never saw him again. will i ever? i d like to see him and to know him. i wonder who is he and how he is.im feeling lost.
january, 18
theres some little pines on the streets, decorated as christmass trees amongst grass and dirt. some doors are decorated with christmass lights. shops sell winter-themed energy drinks and probably something else winter-themed, maybe with a discount because of the holiday end. i dont know im only interested in drinks, especially the vanilla cherry flavour one.
january, 19
i really shouldnt forget to write here. but… does it matter. really. i probably just spend a few hours on tumblr, watched a few movies, slept shortly at a few random hours, fucked everything up. maybe vent out to buy something and binge on it. theres really is nothing else to spend time on. im feeling trapped.
january, 20
i often think about this city part, this suburb space. about what it was some time ago and what i see now. i can see ageing, ugliness, hopelessness, and being on edge. this description also fits me and i hate it, i want to leave this place but it looks like i never will. i feel special, totally different from them, someone like me is hated here. and i dont see no way out. i even cand end my life. i read that ed is the deadliest of all mental illnesses and i need to do it right, to make it kill me. nobody will really care about my thoughts and feelings, they will ignore and forget everything about me i will be just one of the death statistics but i dont even care.
january, 21
i went to buy another junkpile. took a few pics. feeling good. everything is moist, and dull, as i like it. it was cold so finally, i put on my fluffy monkey hat first time this winter. i went back with a backpack full of absolutely random junkfs, licked icecream, and walked down the dark streets, lighted only by neon lights of shops with generators.
january, 22
isnt it weird how they depict an ed? how its untrue both for boys and girls. overgentle girls in frilly dresses with "hands like sticks" and boys who do nothing but drink and fuck with other boys. and their skin is always pale white. my skin will never be pale and never was.
my sickness doesnt make me cold. it makes me lay under blankets, curl up and im warm or im in heat, but i will never uncover, i will lie here sweating intensively like a fever.i drink water from a bottle near me or i will stand up and make some tea. often rooibos or cherry one to make my sleep time longer. all my communication is one person on the web.
danny forgets about me. or just ignores. maybe he is just havin fun while fuckin with his girlfriend. im detached from reality and dont really feel something. i never fucked in my life and i dont really want to.
january, 23
i saw a dream in which i am a little boy and try to take my red dog from bandits who ruled some bazaar in the desert parts, they stole dogs. i also saved a white cat from them and was thinking about how to save other dogs. i wasnt sure that the dog who came when hear its name was mine because i lost it in its puppy years.
i woke up after sleeping for 3 hours and all my body was in pain. i went tu bui zero cola but the closest market didnt work. i was too bad to go to another. it means that im in an extremely bad state bc usually i go and buy dat shit even when in bad and sleepless states. i was very angry that i leave the house. i went back and watched movies until the electricity is gone. then i lie under blankets and wet to sleep. i woke up at 22, drank a glass of milk, watched trainspotting and went to sleep again.
january, 24
i saw a dream in which i am a student girl. i was walking near the market in 15 minutes walk from the college. i watched how boys ran on the roofs and walls and tried to take a pic. i was going to leave the college before the last lessons. there was also something about the flood and about my dad and his country house. i forget.
i woke up too early. im listening to e-saggila, described by someone like "claustrophobic industrial". i just realized that things near my laptop are broken, and scattered. im sure that i didnt do that.
january, 25
will it be another even-worse-than-previous year? looks like it will.
january, 26
im still losing my ability to remember, to concentrate. i should write that its really scary. but i dont really feel the fear. i dont really feel something. my feelings are frozen and dead like the broken heating pipes when its too cold to stand.
january, 27
i am a little sick for two weeks now i guess. some days its harder with all the snivels, headaches and random coldness, some days its just snot and sore throat, some days i feel totally fine. but it returns, especially at nights or fucking mornings
january, 28
bought a big pack of cheese chips. i really need to stop consuming that estrogen and fat filled overpriced shit.
then i walked with my dog. he asked. he can ask very nicely and i cant stand it. he has so beautiful eyes.
we walked in the fields at the edge of the city. i wasnt in fields for half of a year or maybe more and i realise that stupid humans put the fence in the most unexpected place. also its completely useless, i mean i cant understand why the fuck they feel the need to put fences in that places. theres really nothing to fence from in those dull fields, theres literally nothing but the dog owners and some boozers that will just break or bend the fence. so I and my dog walked around one o the paths, fortunately theres many pathways. this one was the closest, the straightest and the weirdest, it was the one near the small parking lot below full of random wooden trash.
january, 29
i was hungry and busy all day before the lights turned on. i found batteries so i can play my electric guitar without electricity. thats what i did perhaps i dont really know how to play so it sounds more like noisy funeral doom (but with a growl and with the harp. i bought a little harp a long time ago ad i also don't know how to play on it)
then i cut my hair on the back of my head for a few hours straight, with the scissors, blindly, by touch. the result is great for unprofessional selfcutting but it was really tiring and messy.
when the lights were turned on i move into a room with a computer and killed time on the web before there became too cold to stand and too uncomfortable with all that blankets, layers and furs on me.
when my parents returned i took some junkfud they bought, went to my room and binged to nauseous and passed out. wow.
january, 30
my dog started liking to spend time with me, in my room, at least when my parents are gone. he likes to roll on the floor with funny noises and accidentally throw and tumble my things but i dont really angry at him. he is the only good person i know irl, very selfish but not betraying.
i ate cheese and he loves cheese. i d share with him but i wouldnt, this cheese is too salty for dogs. A few hours before i ate a different kind of cheese, too sweet for dogs.
cat also likes to come into my room and throw things.
january, 31
finally its snowing
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"dont write bad characters as protagonists or else people will think they're cool & act like them!!!!1!"
This Just In: Everyone Is Incapable Of Critical Thought And Our Brains Are Literally Just An Indiscriminate Sponge. More at 11
#ooohoohohohhhhhh my fucking GOD i saw the stupidest fucking post today#it was so stupid & condescending i had to unfollow & convince myself not to comment bc i dont want to get roped into discourse#but jesus fucking christ if you think that other people cant think critically enough to recognize that a bad character's actions + attitudes#are bad even though they personally like the character then idk what to tell you other than you are very very very detatched from reality#blah#YES characters absolutely portray real biases & bigotry & unhealthy behaviors which may or may not be the author's intent#BUT PEOPLE CAN THINK CRITICALLY ABOUT THOSE CHARACTERS JFC#i dont know what it is with people demanding that authors + artists make their work simple and morally palatable#and spoon-feed their audiences simple morally just lessons but this trend needs to die#youre not a literal child youre 16 grow up and fucking think for yourself g o d
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makeup sessions (karl jacobs x fem reader)
a/n : hi! this is my first tumblr post. i have written stuff on wattpad in the past, but it’s still quite new to me, so please be nice :]] i accept positive critism and advice, as that most definitely will help me grow as a writer!
Y/n let out something between a squeal and a scream at the same time when she saw Karl's tweet. her face was beat red and her lips couldn't help but curl into the stupidest grin ever.
the tweet read :
hey @) y/nhasursocks wanna do my makeup at my stream today :]]
it was the simplest tweet, yet it meant so much to the girl. Karl and Y/n were always really good friends, they often streamed minecraft together, but never in a million years did he yet ask her to be in his stream in real life.
Y/n picked up the phone with trembling hands, already seeing a bunch of likes, comments and retweets to Karl's tweet. before answering, she got curious to know what the people say. cautiously opening the comments section, the girl scanned it through with her eyes. a bunch of "awwwwws" and hearts could be seen, which worsened her already red cheeks.
With her heart thumping hard against her ribs, she started writing her reply :
sounds great! <3
for a moment Y/n hesitated to press the "reply" button with the "<3" emoticon in the comment, but then she figured she and Karl sent lovey dovey emojis/emoticons in the past to each other anyways, so, she pressed the "reply" button at last.
in an instant, her reply started gaining more and more likes, comments and retweets. Y/n was never really popular, having her clout was only because of Karl being her friend, so seeing this much attention was weird to her. but she didn't care about that right now. all that Y/n cared about at the moment was the fact that Karl appreciated her enough to actually invite her over.
a little bit later in the day, Y/n received a private message from Karl, which said :
hey Y/n! I'm really glad you're up to stream together <3 i planned on starting the stream at 4 pm, but you can change the time if you're busy :] here is my address (don't tell anyone! :D) - (random address lol)
Y/n answered :
thanks for inviting me bestie!! 4 pm is cool, I'll be there! <33
she set the phone down, unable to remove the blissful smile from her face. she has never felt this way before - it was really weird, but the constant butterflies in her tummy reminded her that it's a good feeling. taking a few deep breaths, Y/n reminded to herself that all she has to do is to go to Karl's house and have a good time AS FRIENDS - no romantic stuff is needed.
~~~~~time skip~~~~~
Y/n got off from the bus at 15:50, but she still had about 5 minutes to reach Karl's house. in what felt like forever, the girl felt a sting of what was unmistakably fear and guilt - what if she was late? and what if Karl would be annoyed with her for that?
slowly she broke into a panicky run. passing careless citizens, who all looked at her fear-stricken face curiously, she finally made it to the front door of Karl's home. Y/n pulled out her phone and found the code that she was supposed to enter next the main door. she quickly dialed it, a beep beep beep was heard and she entered.
finally making it to Karl's apartment, Y/n stopped to smooth her hair and straighten her clothes so she doesn't look too shabby. her body seemed to be moving on its own - her finger pressed the doorbell automatically.
Karl opened the door almost in an instant - he wore a warm smile and before Y/n could stutter a "hello", he pulled the girl into a big welcoming hug.
"hey Y/n! it's so cool you made it!" Karl exclaimed, still holding her close.
Y/n's head was spinning, she needed more time to process what was happening. but nevertheless, she finally lifted her own arms and hugged the guy. burying her face into his sweater, she inhaled Karl's scent deeply - he smelled something like honey and warm days.
"hello, Karl." she mumbled with a grin on her face.
"come on, do you want to eat something before the stream?" Karl asked, letting go of the girl and taking her hand into his instead, leading Y/n into the house.
"oh no, I'm full. let's get straight to business." she answered, the blissful smile and content blush never leaving her face.
"alrighty! you already know, but we'll have an eventful makeup session, and then I thought maybe play some minecraft so the stream isn't too short?" the guy asked, opening his bedroom door.
"sounds great!"
Karl smiled and went to his computer :
"you ready? I'll start the stream now."
the girl quickly fixed her hair again and gave him thumbs up :
"ready."
Karl started the stream with facecam on and as soon as the chat saw Y/n, it went absolutely wild.
"guys, give her a rest, poor girl just came!" he laughed, drawing her a chair. Y/n thanked quietly and sat, waving to the chat timidly. in the corner of her eye, she saw comments like "she's so adorable" and "look at Karl being a gentleman" in the chat and her cheeks grew more red, but this time from satisfaction.
"well, as you guys know, Y/n agreed to be in my stream today, and since some of you don't really know her, she's a really good friend of mine who also streams and does youtube videos - so go support her!"
from that moment Y/n relaxed more and more with each minute. it was fifteen minutes into the stream when she already felt as if at home.
"Karl, you have a hell lot of lipsticks, where did that come from?"
"uhhhh, I only bought them for the stream today!"
"oh really? why are they all used, then?" Y/n asked giggling and showing them to the stream.
"hey- don't expose me like that!"
"chat, clip it, CLIP IT!"
all was going really well, Y/n was having a really good time with Karl AS FRIENDS. it was really nice. but all hell broke loose when the time to put eyeliner came.
"alright, I have no idea why, but you have four eyeliners."
"they're my sister's."
"haha, yeah, yeah, alright. Which one do you want big man?"
"hmmm, the one in your left hand!"
Y/n set the other eyeliners on the table, quickly glancing at the chat. her cheeks grew very very red…
"Y/N DO THE MEME SIT ON HIS LAP" "SIT ON HIS LAP" "THE MEME, DO THE MEME!!!"
a/n: if anyone is confused, this is an example of the meme i’m talking about :
the girl tried to act as if she hadn't seen the comments, but Karl was already by her side, reading them with her.
"meme… what meme?" he wondered out loud. Y/n got the impression that he was genuinely confused.
'chat, shut the fuck up, please shut the fuck up.' thought Y/n, but of course chat was just being chat.
"SHE SHOULD SIT ON UR LAP" "THERE'S A MEME WHERE A GIRL DOES A GUY'S EYELINER WHILE SITTING ON HIS LAP" "WE'RE NOT FORCING BUT YOU GUYS WOULD LOOK SO CUTE"
Y/n hid her face in her hands, unable to control her blushing. Karl just chuckled sweetly :
"chat, calm down, she's going to die from blushing."
he put on the "please stand by" screen and scooted over Y/n :
"hey, it's fine. we won't do it if you don't want to," Karl then leaned closer and whispered, "I'd be pretty glad if you agreed, though."
Y/n lowered her hands, showing off the big red hue on her cheeks. for a split second Karl's eyes widened - she looked really adorable.
"I'd also be glad." the girl said, almost not believing her own words.
Karl's adorable smile came back and he leaned back:
"well then, come here."
Y/n stood up shyly and straddled his legs, grabbing the eyeliner in the process.
"do you want me to turn on the facecam?" Karl asked quietly.
the girl nodded :
"I don't mind."
he turned it on and put his hands onto Y/n's hips. even without looking at it, Y/n knew the chat was blowing up at the moment.
"you guys better subscribe, because we're providing very good fanservice." said Karl jokingly and Y/n laughed. turning to him, she opened the eyeliner and put it next to his eye, only to find him staring at her in an awe. the girl blushed as a strong urge to kiss him kicked in. it looked as if Karl wanted the same thing.
at the precise same time, they both leaned in and pressed their lips together, Y/n putting her hands onto Karl's cheeks to hide the view from the chat. the kiss was very short and with no tongue included - but it was the most sweet kiss Y/n has ever shared with someone. she pulled away, an identical grin to Karl's on her face and hugged him very tight - they almost fell off the chair.
laughing, she continued to do Karl's makeup as if nothing happened and everyone watching the stream wasn't fainting and clipping the kiss. this will be talked about for a long time, but as before, Y/n didn't care about that, and nor did Karl.
a/n : anddddd cut! it’s quite wonky, but i believe it’s pretty swell for my first mcyt fanfic :]] let me know what you think of it and if you have any tips or advice on how to make my future stories more enjoyable! thanks for reading and i hope to see you around <3
#mcyt#mcyt x reader#mcyt imagine#karl jacobs#karl jacobs x reader#karl jacobs imagines#mcyt imagines#dream smp#dream smp imagines#dream smp x reader
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Oh Baby! [Spencer Reid x fem! reader]
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From this Anon prompt - “you're drunk, you have sex, the only problem is that you hate each other, and you think you're pregnant so you have to deal with it (you're not, it's just late)”
Not me posting two fics in one day! I like to think of this as a prelude to Odd Socks which I posted earlier. Mild hints at smut, drinking and bad language. Enemies to lovers.
WC: 3.8k
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Spencer Reid was not your favorite person. He wasn’t even in your top twenty. Or fifty. Or even a hundred.
Working with him was a chore. He was constantly correcting you, always had to be right and you found it exhausting. After four years of working with him you’d all but reached the end of your tether.
You just tried to distance yourself from him the best you could which was easy in the field but not so easy when Penelope insisted everyone go out for drinks. Everyone. Including the anti-social Doctor Reid.
Even with copious amounts of wine in your system, he was no less annoying.
“Statistically speaking, one in five American’s-“
You cut him off when you started to make a high pitched squeaking noise. Spencer and the rest of the team turned to look at you with frowns on their faces.
“What was that?” Spencer asked in confusion.
“Oh I’m sorry,” you sipped your wine. “That’s just the sound my brain makes whenever you speak.”
You saw Spencer’s jaw clench the way it always did when you insulted him; it was his way of trying to bite his tongue and not rise to it.
But he’d also had a few glasses of wine and try as he might, he couldn’t hold back this time.
“It surprises me to know you have a brain.” He scoffed.
You growled at him, literally growled like a dog before you threw back your wine and got up from the table.
“I need another drink.” You spat before storming away.
You ordered a drink and were waiting to pay when he sidled up next to you.
“What’s the matter Y/N? You can dish it but can’t take it?” He was smirking at you and you wanted to slap that stupid look off of his face.
“Just leave me alone Reid.” You rolled your eyes. You didn't want to get into a fight with him, not here.
“I find it funny that I’m expected to just take the insults you throw my way but the second I bite back you go running.” He folded his arms, his expression telling you he found it anything but funny.
“I’m ducking smart.” You growled again. “I have a higher than average IQ but you are always belittling me and making me feel like the stupidest person in the goddamn room!”
“That’s what this is about?” He frowned a little, his arms falling back to his sides. “I’m not trying to belittle you Y/N. I’m trying to challenge you.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“I’ve never met anyone who can keep up with me. I’ve never met anyone who can give me a run for money. It’s nice having someone almost as smart as me around.” He smirked a little, accentuating the word almost.
“You were so close to saying something nice.” You scoffed, tossing a note on the bar before grabbing your drink and turning your back on him.
You started back to your table but he was quick to catch up with you and you felt his large hand on your shoulder.
“Does it always have to be like this?” He asked when you turned back to face him.
You contemplated this for a moment before you stepped out of his grasp.
“Yes.” You spat and then you continued back to the table.
***
You groaned loudly as you peeled your eyes open and the sunlight hit your retinas. Clearly in your state last night you’d forgotten to close the curtains.
You’d had more than your fair share of booze last night and your head was pounding. At least today was your day off. God you hoped you didn’t get called in on a case.
You wriggled yourself up against your pillows and ran your fingers through your tangled hair.
At around the same time you realised you were naked was almost the exact moment a small grumbled startled you.
You practically screamed, turning over to see the other body in what you assumed was your otherwise empty bed. He had his back to you, his head buried under the pillow.
You didn’t remember meeting anyone last night, let alone bringing someone home.
“What the fuck?” You raised your voice making your head throb.
The man grumbled again and when he spoke his voice was muffled under the pillow.
“Jeez Y/N keep it down, my head is pounding.”
You froze. You would know that voice anywhere. That voice was like nails on a chalkboard to you.
You grabbed the pillow and lifted it from his head. As expected you were met with messy, brown curls.
“Reid?” you yelled even louder than before. “What the fuck are you doing in my bed?”
“Please, keep your voice down.” his voice was low and croaky. He rolled onto his back and you could see his eyes were bloodshot, probably from all the alcohol. He was also shirtless too and you would be willing to bet he was wearing as many clothes as you were.
“What. Are. You. Doing. In. My. Bed.” you slowed down, pausing between each word.
Spencer sat up a little, ruffling his hair.
“Well I’m naked.” he croaked. “And I can only assume you are too, which would lead one to believe we had sex.” he spoke casually as though it wasn’t the most ludicrous thing in the world.
“No.” you shook your head. “No way. There is no way I would have sex with you.”
“The current situation begs to differ.” he smirked at you.
“Nuh uh. Nope. No way.” you shook your head again. “Absolutely not. There must be another explanation. You are the last person I would ever sleep with.”
“Well trust me, you did.”
“You remember?” you frowned.
“Eidetic memory.” he smirked again, looking proud of himself. “Even when drunk. We most certainly had sex and you most defintely enjoyed the mulitple orgasms I gave you.”
“No.” you shook your head again. “No, that didn’t happen.” you swung your legs out of the bed, making sure to keep the bed sheet wrapped around your naked body.
Your clothes were just out of reach. You would have to get up to reach them.
You looked back at Spencer over your shoulder and he was staring at you.
“I need to get up, don’t look.” you spat at him.
“I’ve seen it all already Y/N, it’s all up here.” he smirked once more, tapping his head with his index finger. “I’ve got it all memorised. The swell of your breasts, the curve of your hips. The small red wine coloured birthmark on your inner thigh. The way you smell. The way you taste. The way you screamed my-”
“Stop it!” you cut him off. “Stop it for christ sake.” you needed to distance yourself from him so despite knowing he was watching you, you stood up and keeping your back to him made a grab for your dress.
You pulled it over your head and covered yourself before turning back to him.
“Why are you just sitting there?”
“I was hoping you’d maybe have the decency to make me some coffee? After all I did for you last night.” he winked at you and you hated that it sent a twinge between your legs.
You had never seen this side of Reid, this confidence. You always assumed he was probably a virgin but you supposed it was always the quiet ones.
“Well you know hope leads to disappointment. Get up and get out of my apartment.” you wrapped your arms around yourself, as though protecting yourself from something.
“Now that’s just rude.”
“Reid, this was clearly a huge mistake. We were both extremely drunk otherwise there is no way we would have ended up in bed together. So let’s just agree to pretend this never happened and never speak of it again.”
Spencer chewed his lip looking as though he was contemplating this. Then he smirked again.
“Or,” he had a mischievous look in his eyes. “You can come back to bed and we can have a repeat of last night. Last night I made you come four times. I think I can beat that.”
You felt your cheeks burning with embarrassment and more worryingly, arousal. You hoped he didn’t notice what his words were doing to you.
You liked this confident side of him. There was something so hot about the way he was looking at you and talking to you. If this was how he had talked to you last night you were surprised you ended up here.
“Get out!” you forced yourself to say. The thought of getting back into bed with him was too tempting. But at least you could blame last night on the wine. If you got back into bed with him now you had no one to blame but yourself. And you knew he would hold it over you forever.
“If you insist.” he shrugged, slipping out from under the covers. He stood up and faced you, stark naked. He was hard and you had to force your eyes away from his erection up to the ceiling. He clearly noticed because he laughed.
“I don’t know why you’re fighting this.” he chuckled.
“Because you are an ass and I can’t stand you.”
“But I’m an ass who can show you a good time.”
“Good god Reid just please...please get out of my apartment.” It was taking every ounce of your strength to keep your eyes away from him. You knew if you looked back at him it would be game over. You would pounce on him and throw him back on the bed and he would win.
You kept your eyes fixed on the ceiling while he reluctantly dressed in last night clothes. Once he was fully clothed you finally allowed yourself to look back at him.
He looked so different from how you were used to seeing him. His shirt was wrinkled and he kept the top couple of buttons undone. His tie was slung open around his neck and he dangled his blazer from his finger. He almost looked normal.
“Are you sure you want me to leave?” he asked with another small smirk and you swore you were actually going to smack that look off his face in a minute.
“Very.” you folded your arms in defiance.
“Fine.” he shrugged. “See you tomorrow Y/N. Thanks for a great night.” he gave you another wink before he headed to the bedroom door.
You forced yourself to stay rooted to the spot and not go after him. You stayed put until you heard the apartment door open and close behind him.
Once you were sure he was gone, you fell back to the bed with a sigh.
What had you done? Why on earth would you sleep with Spencer Reid?
Little did you know, it was about to get a whole lot worse.
***
Three Weeks Later
“Nope. No. No way. Not possible.” you paced your apartment, muttering under your breath. “Nuh uh. Nope. Nada. Not a fucking chance.”
The knock on the door startled you, making you physically jump. You’d been expecting him, you’d invited him, but you’d been so wrapped up in your thoughts you’d momentarily forgotten.
You took a few deep breaths to try and calm your breathing before you made your way to the door.
You flung it open, he was standing on the other side looking a little frustrated that you had dragged him across town on your day off.
“Yes?” he scoffed.
You were regretting this immediately.
“Come in, come in.” you motioned Spencer hurriedly inside.
“If this is some kind of booty call Y/N, I am not interested.”
You closed the door behind him rolling your eyes.
Since your stupid drunken night spent together things had been even worse between the two of you. Spencer barely spoke to you anymore, not that you were really complaining but it was odd. He gave you the cold shoulder after you’d told him to forget all about the night you spent together.
What you didn’t realise was your words had hurt Spencer. He had been waiting four years to make a move on you but had always been too scared of the ultimate rejection. When you had come on to him that night he had been elated. It had been the best night of Spencer’s life and you’d just wanted to act like nothing had happened. It hurt, so he’d had to distance himself from you as much as possible.
“Booty call? You really think that’s what this is?” you frowned at him.
“No of course not, how could I be so stupid.” he rolled his eyes now. “God forbid you would want to sleep with me.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“Just forget it.” he grumbled. “What did you drag all the way over here for?”
Oh yes, that.
You sighed loudly, feeling sick just thinking about the words you needed to utter.
“I...I uhm...fuck. We fucked up. We made a big fucking mistake.”
“Excuse me?” He spat. “First you tell me to forget anything happened but now you are telling me it was a complete mistake? Wow, that makes me feel fucking great thanks. You know what Y/N you-”
“Shut up!” you cut him off. “That’s not what I...not like that. We just...fuck this is fucked up.” you started pacing again.
“What the fuck are you talking about Y/N?” he grabbed your wrist to stop you pacing and pulled you to a stop to look at him. He saw tears behind your eyes. “What is this about?”
You had to just say it, blurt it out. Just like ripping off a bandaid.
“I t-think...I m-might be...I’m not sure...but I’m late and I’m n-never late…” a few tears escaped your eyes. “Fuck Spencer!” you sniffed, you had never called him by his first name before. “I think I might be pregnant.”
Spencer felt the air leave his lungs, as though your words had just punched him in the gut.
The words hung in the air between you like stale smoke in a bar. Time stood still. His head was spinning.
“P-pregnant.” he choked out. “With a b-baby.”
“Yes genius.” you dried your eyes on the back of your hand.
“And it’s m-mine?”
“Do you think I would be telling you this if it wasn’t?” you spat. “Fuck Reid, say something useful!”
“I don’t know w-what to say.” he swallowed hard, struggling to grasp at a coherent thought. “Are you s-sure?”
“No.” you shook your head. “I said I think I might be. I haven’t taken a test yet, it’s probably too early. But I was due five days ago and that is not normal for me. I am like clockwork.”
He could tell how much this clearly pained you to admit to him so he knew if you were telling him this you were pretty damn certain.
“Pregnant.” He repeated, still trying to wrap his head around it.
“What the fuck are we going to do Spencer?” You started sobbing then and Spencer couldn’t help but come to you and throw his arms around you.
You tried to resist at first but then you gave in and buried your head into his chest while you cried.
He ran his large hands up and down your back and placed soft kisses to your head. It was a very strange situation for the two of you.
“Y/N I am going to be here for you every step of the way.” He used his finger to guide your chin up so you were looking at him. “You and our baby will not be alone in this ok?”
You chewed your lip trying to sniff back your tears.
“You don’t have to. You don’t have to be involved.”
“I want to be.” He stroked your cheek. “The truth is Y/N, I’m crazy about you and I have been for a really long time. I want this. Us, this baby. I want it all.” He brushed away your tears and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.
“Spencer Reid has feelings, who would have thought.” You teased him.
He laughed a little.
“You can say something nice every once in a while you know?”
“I hope our baby has your eyes.” You smiled softly at him. “And your smile.”
“I hope they have your everything.” He replied.
He bowed his head a little to meet you and he let his lips brush cautiously over yours as though testing the waters. When he went to pull away, you gripped the back of his neck and kept him close, your mouth opening and allowing his tongue access.
It felt right. It felt like you should have always been doing this. It felt like the stars and planets aligning.
But of course, it couldn’t last. You should have known better.
***
Over the next few weeks things changed dramatically between you and Spencer. It was amazing how this had brought the two of you together and seemingly washed away four years of contempt you held towards each other.
Despite the pregnancy the two of you decided to take things slow, you went on dates, held hands and had the occasional make out session but that was as far as it went, despite being desperate for each other.
This was the time to get to know each other, really get to know each other. You were going to be parents after all.
Or so you thought.
The day before you were going to take your first pregnancy test Spencer found you in the bathroom at Quantico, on the floor in tears.
You’d been away from your desk for a little while so he’d gone looking for you. He had never expected to find you like this.
He ran to your side and fell to the floor next to you, instinctively wrapping his arms around you.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?”
You pushed him away.
“Don’t touch me.” You sobbed.
“I-I...what’s happened Y/N? Please talk to me.”
“What’s wrong?” You spat. “What’s wrong is that I just came on my period, that's what’s wrong!” You raised your voice.
“You...you’re not…” he croaked, unable to form a sentence.
“I’m not pregnant Reid.” He finished for him. Hearing you call him Reid again was weird and it didn’t sit right with him.
His own eyes welled with tears. He’d already gotten so used to the idea of having a child with you he felt his heart shatter in his chest.
“Oh.” He croaked. He had no idea what to say.
“Just go Reid.” You wiping your eyes on the sleeve of your blouse.
“I’m not going anywhere.” He sniffed.
“We don’t have to do this anymore. I’m not pregnant, I’m not having your baby. You’re free. You don’t have to pretend this was any more than what it was.”
“And what was it?” He chewed his lip with a frown.
“We were trying to force feelings that weren’t really there. We were just trying to pretend for the sake of the baby. But there is no baby. So we don’t need to bother anymore.”
Spencer’s frown deepened.
“Pretending?” he scoffed. “Y-you thought I was pretending?”
“We both were Reid and it’s ok. We just wanted to make it work because we thought we were having a child. But we aren’t so let’s just go back to normal and pretend nothing happened.”
“You expect me to pretend nothing happened?” he swallowed, his mouth feeling suddenly dry. “You want me to pretend I wasn’t excited at the thought of being a father? You want me to pretend I hadn’t started thinking of baby names and planning our future together? A future for the three of us. You think I can just pretend that baby or not that I’m not head over heels in love with you?” His words came tumbling out of his mouth so fast he barely had time to realise he was saying them before they were out.
He saw the moment you registered what he’d said. He saw your mouth fall open and your eyes widen. Understandable really, he’d just confessed his love to you in the bathroom of the BAU.
“I-I…” nope, there were no words, at least none that you could find anyway.
“It wasn’t supposed to come out like that.” He swallowed a lump in throat. “But uhm...now it’s out there I can’t very well take it back. I’m in love with you, I probably have been since the moment you walked through the door. I remember it like it was yesterday. Hotch introduced us and I knew when our eyes met you were the person I’d been searching for.” A few tears escaped his eyes.
“Y-you...me?”
“Yes you.” He laughed a little cupping your face and you let him wipe away your tears. “I’m sorry you aren’t pregnant, I’m really, really sorry, because it would be a privilege and an honour to father your child.”
“I-I had no idea you felt that way.”
“You’re a worse profiler than I thought you were in that case.” He teased.
“Oh if you're so good, tell me Doctor Reid, what am I thinking right now?” You gave him an unimpressed face.
“You’re thinking,” he moved one hand around to the base of your neck. “That I’m an ass and you’d be right. But you’re also thinking that you want me to kiss you.”
“Oh am I now?” You raised an eyebrow at him but you couldn’t help but glance down at his lips.
“Let’s see if I’m right.” He smirked and then he captured your lips with his own in a deep kiss. When you opened your mouth to allow his tongue access, he knew he was right.
When you pulled back both of your tears were all but gone.
“I guess I should say, I love you too by the way.” You told him with a shrug.
“Oh I know.” He shot you a smirk as he pushed himself up to his feet.
He held his hands out and you took them and he hoisted you to your feet.
“I don’t like cocky Spencer.” You grumbled.
“No, you love him.”
You nudged him playfully in the ribs. To your surprise he suddenly enveloped you in a tight embrace.
“I really am sorry you aren’t pregnant Y/N.” He kissed your head. “One day we’ll make one, I promise. But in the meantime,” he smirked to himself. “We sure can have a lot of fun practicing.”
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i am once again making a post about my show!
- i enjoyed this one so much more because yesterday i was too shocked. it sounds crazy but i literally felt like i was watching a stream. and today i was like. girl it IS real, this IS happening. and once it hit me my heart felt so so full and i was so damn happy
- i was planning on staying at the back but. that didn’t happen lol but i was in such a good spot today, he was in front of me the entire time so i literally spent most of the show staring at him with the stupidest smile ever lol
- i didn’t film much cause i was in my lil bubble and i just wanted to stare at him all the time lol but there were a few times it felt like everything was Too Much, and i couldn’t really see him for a few seconds cause of the constant pushing (which btw it was def worst than yesterday but that’s probs cause i was in the middle) but as soon as i saw him again i instantly felt better????? like i am not joking it was like all the anxiety and lack of breath went away whenever i looked at him. despite all the aggressiveness i was sososososo happy
- not only was i sososososo happy, but he was as well. like, i think he was even happier than yesterday. he was so smiley, so touched. you could see in his face how much this meant to him. how much he enjoyed the crowd. and how he was so appreciative of it. i feel like he still couldn’t believe he had 15k ppl singing back at him on his first solo tour. god he deserves this and so much more
- he kept praising latam crowds because we are extremely sexy! hope it doesn’t actually take him that long to come back
- i said this yesterday but i just love how he always interacts with the crowd no matter where they are, if it’s at the very back, the sides or up front. he’s always making sure everyone can see him and have a great time. he’s such a good sport lord
- i am very very very very happy. i can’t believe my shows are over but they were fucking worth it. it was everything i expected and more. truly hope i get to experience this again <3
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Saw a post that said today marks 3 years since D won his GG.. and what has his team done for him since then!!?? 🤦♀️🤦♀️🤦♀️
I've seen some of those too and I'll always love seeing pics of D in that amazing jacket. Its still my favorite red carpet look of his and I'm glad he got his moment on air. But to your question...
The short answer:
The longer answer: abso-fucking-lutely nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Whatever nothing is in every single spoken language on Earth. Its hard to spend the time finding fulfilling worthwhile work for your newly minted multiple award winning client whose talent is only matched by his intelligence, charm and work ethic when your priorities include and are limited to: foisting his talentless smirking jobless unlikeable leech of a wife and their super duper straight relationship/wedding/baby/happily never after to the front of the pack at all times - relegating him to the role as the lucky SOB who gets to go places and be seen with her, calling and arranging "candid" pap pics of her doing the literal bare minimum of being a human (grocery shopping, garbage runs) so she can seem like a validated part of his life, get the attention she so desperately craves but won't actually work for, and so her little stans can squee and coo over what a badass lady she is and isn't he just so lucky to get to be with her and gosh wouldn't it be great to get to meet her because wow, using every bit of promo possible during his awards run to promote the opening of her tacky awful trashy strip bar so the promo that should have centered on him and his performance in ACS was pushed aside in favor of "their" bar, using him in ads for the stupidest shit possible but who cares about integrity when its easy money into RR's pocket AND a way to get the straight m/iarren image out there (and if RR can use that as freebie for himself, well, that's just the icing on the cake) at the same time, making sure that he got himself promo during "Royalties" and a spot in the fakest fake band ever - a more perfect metaphor for D's life you will not find: a band that includes D's manager and wife fake playing and lip syncing to a song that D wrote and sang, making sure that nearly all interviews - print and in person - mention his straightness, the little wifey, their great party, the strip bar, and now the baby and then if there's time, you can throw in some fluff about whatever project of D's this was supposed to be about in the first place, signing D up for a celeb reno show so he gets his cut from D's appearance, free reno for his house, AND 45 minutes of promo for himself as D has to twist into knots pretending that his manager is actually a real friend and great businessman without whom he wouldn't have any of the success he's had and not the lazy vulture and juvenile ridiculous jumping asshat we know he actually is, and last but most definitely not least: utterly and completely fucking up D's xmas album promo and tour. No one should be that bad at their job and be allowed to keep it. Using D's longtime and loyal fanbase as a cash register and not giving a flying fuck about them at all as he lets the tour venues do his dirty work for him by providing the cancellation notices to fans that should have come from D's team first. Still choosing the coward's way out, he put a lame generic bullshit message out about the cancellations via the text service you have to subscribe to to get, thereby ensuring only certain people would see it and it wouldn't look the actual clusterfuck it was. Oh and did I mention that while the cancellations were coming in hot and fast, he continued to push album merch on his instagram like nothing had ever happened?
I both hate and love the fact that while awful, at least the xmas debacle has removed the blinders that a lot of people had on when it comes to his team, and they're questioning the state of things in his life instead of just blindly accepting it.
I didn't even bring up the whole toxic "work fam" thing they all like to push when nothing could be further from the truth, or the way he's mangled D's SM to the point where 95% of the stuff posted is just garbage and nonsense that would never come out of D's mouth if he had control of it. They would all happily run D ragged across the every timezone if it meant money and airtime for themselves.
D's career is thanks to himself: his own hard work and talent. He got Hedwig because of his own connection with JCM. He'd already landed glee when RR came slithering into his life and his roles in ACS and Hollywood were courtesy of his existing relationship with RM. He's long since outgrown whatever it was that RR might have once done for him and if he ever wants to get back to the level he was on the precipice of in 2019, he needs to dump his worthless ass at the first available opportunity and find an actual pr firm that wants to represent him and not themselves.
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bnha bois in gray sweats p1 (900 follower event)
a/n: i’ve been so dead recently with finals coming up and no motivation to do anything so here’s my very late 900 follower celebration. there will be a second part to this as well as hq bois and possibly jjk as well we shall see. as always, characters are aged up
characters: bakugou x reader, kirishima x reader, todoroki x reader
warnings: boys in gray sweats, dirty talk, sexual implications, fingering, oral (f receiving), kiri’s back muscles
part 2
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⇾ his favorite post workout outfit was a pair of sweats and a tank top, you weren’t a stranger to this
⇾ and he wasn’t a stranger to walking into the living room and seeing you film yourself doing the newest and stupidest tiktok dance he saw you do the first three seconds of wap and almost blew up your phone
⇾ you didn’t mind him as you got ready to film a new dance but when you saw him in those delicious gray sweats of him, you couldn’t focus properly
⇾ your eyes kept drifting back to him on your phone and you were missing the beats
⇾ this was a regular occurrence for you - you hadn’t posted anything on tiktok in a while because bakugou always came out when you would record and you would get distracted and this time you were lucky enough that he kept his shirt on
⇾ this was his plan to get you to stop doing those stupid dances and what he didn’t know was you knew what he was doing and didn’t appreciate it
“That was fast,” Bakugou commented as you placed your phone down on the dining table and walked over to him.
You simply hummed as you tied your hair up into a ponytail. Every time you saw him in his sweats, you fought the urge to ride him right there on the couch, but today was different. Today, you were going to do something about it and hopefully, get away with it.
He watched you with an eyebrow cocked and as you settled in between his knees, he leaned back further into the couch and got comfortable. You ran your hands up his thighs slowly, noticing him get harder under his sweats, but you ran your hands up his abs instead and pulled him down by his shirt into a kiss. You could tell from the way his lips moved against yours that he was getting impatient and his groans implied how uncomfortable his sweats felt around him.
You pulled away and stood up. Moving quickly but in a way where you didn’t seem to be obviously panicking.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I have lunch plans with Mina, she’s probably waiting for me.” You had picked up your phone and grabbed your bag and your keys off the hook next to the door. “I’ll be back before dinner, love you.”
Bakugou watched in annoyance as you closed the front door on your way out. You knew from the expression on his face when you closed the door that you probably won’t be walking tomorrow.
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⇾ whenever he works out around the apartment, it’s always in sweats
⇾ sometimes w a shirt sometimes wo
⇾ but you would be studying on the couch or watching a show and he’s just in front of you on the ground doing sit ups or push ups or some other ab/arm exercise
⇾ and then he heads to a door frame and grabs the top of it to do some pull ups
⇾ seeing his back muscles is always the last straw before you lose any and all composure
⇾ depending on how horny you get, you either let him continue his workout and just wait until later, or you force him into the bedroom so he can finish his workout in there
You tossed your laptop to the side after closing it and pushed your notes out of your way. Making your way to where your boyfriend was doing his pull ups, you waited as patiently as you could until he finished his rep.
“Hey princess, what’s up?”
Your hands made their way to his neck and you interlocked your fingers together. He chuckled as he leaned down to kiss you. The kisses started off as slow and sweet, chaste kisses and quickly escalated into a heated exchange. You felt his hands move from your waist down to cup your ass and you jumped up, wrapping your legs around his slightly sweaty body. Without breaking your kisses, he walked the two of you over to the bed and gently laid you down.
“Is someone feeling needy?” he asked in between kisses that trailed down your jaw to your neck.
You didn’t reply, but instead took off the hoodie you were wearing.
Kirishima’s smile widened when he saw that all you were wearing underneath was a pair of underwear.
“You know I need to finish my workout, right?”
You nodded. “Think of this as cardio.”
“Just remember this was your idea when you’re sore later,” he said as his fingers dipped under your underwear.
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⇾ he’s a grade a brick
⇾ so he doesn’t understand why something like a pair of gray sweats turns you on so much
⇾ honestly, he forgets that it works you up so much so when he’s cooking or doing the dishes, it always surprises him to feel your hands on his waist and your lips on his shoulders and neck
⇾ it just takes a couples nicks on his sensitive spots to get his eyes rolling back into his head and some light touches to get him hard
⇾ once you get him worked up, he won’t leave you alone until he’s satisfied with how fucked out you are
Your teeth gently pull on his ear lobe as one of your hands wanders down into his sweats. You can feel him getting harder in your hand as you leave a mark on one of his sensitive spots. A breathy moan leaves him as your thumb rubs his leaking slit.
Pulling away from him, you head to the bedroom and remove your clothes on your way. You felt hands on your hips pick you up and toss you on the bed. Rolling onto your back, Todoroki grabbed both your ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed.
Your hand immediately grabbed his hair as he gave your clit a harsh suck. You moaned his name as he started with a rough pace, feeling his fingers slide into you without warning. Your hand left his hair and grabbed the bedsheets next to your head. The hand that was still holding one of your ankles pushed your stomach down as you arched your back and thrusted up into him.
The harsh pace of his fingers with the attention he was giving your clit had you cumming before you knew it. Todoroki pulled out his fingers and stood up.
“One down. Let’s see if I can get four more out of you before dinner, hm?”
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curtain call, m | myg
pairing(s): yoongi x reader
summary: You know that TikTok trend where girls would drop their towels in front of their gamer boyfriends? As expected, Min Yoongi didn’t until he was informed by his six troublemaking friends. In this case, his girlfriend was the pro streamer and he was the guy in the towel... so what’s the result?
warnings: rated M (18+) for language, tiny bit of crack; sexually explicit thoughts; smut (fem reader, handjob, cowgirl); very fluffy; non-idol!AU - established relationship, music producer!Yoongi x LoL streamer!reader
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“Hahaha, oh my god, chat, did you see that? He bounced so many times from the CC, he literally went sky, holy shit!”
Min Yoongi opened the front door of his apartment to the jovial, laughing voice of his girlfriend. He shut the door, smiling to himself. Her streaming room was in the extra bedroom. The door was open, and he could see the bright RGB lights of her computer tower reflecting off the walls. He took off his black coat, placing it on the hanger in the hall closet.
“Stop cursing because it’s not ladylike?” He heard her scoff. “No, fuck you.”
Yoongi smirked. That’s my girl.
He pulled out his phone from his pocket, scrolling through social media. His friends always told him to reply to their posts, but Yoongi was a lurker. The only reason he even had any social media was because his friends set it up for him. He literally only followed six people – his six friends. Everyone else he just stalked from memory, even his own girlfriend. Mostly because he didn’t want random people following him for no reason, because they most certainly would with how popular she was.
When she had asked him what he thought of her full-time video game streaming, Yoongi told her to go for it. She had been obsessed with League of Legends for over nine years, even before she met him. At their first date, she first question was if he knew what League of Legends was.
“Uh… I got to Gold in season 2?”
Later, she told him his answer had seriously tilted her and she even considered not going on a second date.
“But you did. Because of this face.”
She had laughed and nodded.
She had been playing solo queue for a long time. When she finally started streaming her games, her channel grew slowly. She would immediately start playing after she got home from work. Hours and hours, growing a fanbase. Yoongi later learned she was startlingly good – “I was Master for a long time, got Grandmaster this season” – and when she asked him if she could quit her job, he pointed to her bank statements.
“Do you even need to ask? You might make more than me at one point and I’m Big Hit’s top music producer.”
And she did end up making more than him, at least some months, because the team that picked her up as a content creator this year was none other than T1, the most beloved (and hated) organization in Korea. Had she ever met Faker? No, but it was cool to say she was under the same umbrella as him.
Yoongi rounded the corner, knocking his knuckles on the doorframe.
“Hey.”
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You looked up from your game, grinning. Twitch chat had just said some dumb shit, but your eyes were on Min Yoongi now. The love of your life, standing in the doorframe, looking amused at your antics and dressed sharply in a white dress shirt and black slacks with a matching black tie. Very different to your black T1 hoodie and sweats.
“Whoa, fancy, fancy,” you teased, eyes going back to the game. You pushed back one of your headset’s earcups to hear him better. You clicked rapidly, autoattacking the towers swiftly. You were about to win after a hectic Baron fight. “Why are you dressed like that, Yoongi?”
Your chat was exploding with cat emojis. They had only seen Yoongi a few times and someone had compared him to a cat once. It stuck and now every time Yoongi spoke, your chat was spammed with cats. You even had a custom white cat emote made with Yoongi’s signature black hair.
Yoongi appeared next to you on the cam, only his slacks and bottom of his shirt visible next to you. He patted your head.
“Meeting today,” he said simply in his lovely deep voice. The chat was exploding due to Yoongi’s appearance. Everyone was thirsty for him. You couldn’t blame them. You too. “Looks like T1 Curtain Call is kicking ass.”
You fired the last shot at the Nexus, earning fifty gold. Was it necessary since that was the end of the game? Absolutely not, but it gave you bragging rights. You sat back, smirking. You were in your promos to Challenger, the highest rank in the ladder. It would be really exciting if you could make it to Challenger this season.
You turned to Yoongi as you honored your support Nami. “Chat wants you to say hi.”
Yoongi stuck his large hand out in front of the camera and waved it once. “Hey everyone.”
You chuckled as Yoongi retreated his hand. You clicked on the stats for the chat to read before reentering the lobby. T1 Curtain Call. That was your in-game name, or IGN. It was named after your favorite champion, Jhin, the Virtuoso, mercenary gunman with a sniper ultimate and an obsession with the number four. Your IGN was Jhin’s ultimate ability name. You were an attack-damage carry main, also known as ADC.
You felt Yoongi ruffle your hair, messing it up under your headset.
“Going to take a shower before making dinner. Bye, chat.”
Yoongi stuck his hand in the screen again, right in front of your face.
You leaned forward to read the chat as you queued up. It was going to be a long queue, so you answered questions in the meantime.
“Ask Yoongi to play with you?” You chuckled. “Trust me guys, I’ve tried, even if it was just normals. He’s confused as shit.”
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Yoongi worked the shampoo in his hair, feeling the hot water hit his back. Before getting into the shower, Yoongi had gotten multiple texts from the group chat. Normally he would ignore them, because he always ignored the group chat. This time, however, he saw his girlfriend’s name pop up in the texts, along with his name with multiple exclamation points. He frowned at it, opening the chat. He did not like his friends typing her name heedlessly.
It was some dumb TikTok trend.
“Hyung, you gotta do this to noona,” Jeon Jungkook had typed with multiple ‘kekekeke’ behind it. The youngest was an idiot for even suggesting this.
“Please do it,” Kim Taehyung typed with multiple laughing emojis.
“I want to know her reaction,” Park Jimin typed with a bunch of winking faces.
“The fuck is this?” Kim Seokjin had typed. “Oh my god, you have to do it, Yoongi.”
“But don’t film it,” Kim Namjoon warned. “Don’t want to make her look bad or anything.”
Jung Hoseok had just typed multiple laughing symbols. Yoongi could hear him laughing through the phone even if he wasn’t here.
It was a stupid trend where girls wrapped themselves in towels after a shower and then dropped said towels in front of their gamer boyfriends while they were playing, with varying reactions. Yoongi had sighed, putting his phone down. He shouldn’t have clicked on the chat. Those guys were loons. Besides, his role was reversed in his situation. A guy’s flaccid dick was a thousand times less interesting than his girlfriend’s perky tits and round ass. And her squeezable thighs. And her glistening pussy.
Yoongi rinsed his hair off, muttering to himself.
Why would he even consider distracting her like that anyway? He rubbed soap on his arms and legs. She took her games seriously and Yoongi wanted her to win them. It would just be dumb to be the reason that she dies in game. It was her job, after all. It was true they had less sex, but that was also partially his fault. He had been working on an album and it ran long hours. He had to finish before the deadline after all. Yes, sometimes Yoongi woke up late at night with a massive hard-on and her warm body next to him, only in her underwear. Sometimes he took her hand and wrapped it around him, considering on waking her up to do it.
But her peaceful, sleepy face was too cute to wake up, so he never did.
Yoongi puffed his cheeks as he rinsed off, thinning his mouth and eyes into lines. They used to mess around, right here in the shower, where he would jerk off on her face and chest, just to watch it drip down her body. He could see her pretty face in his mind, cum sprayed across her cheeks and chin, mischievous smile on her lips. They had different schedules now, so she always showered before her stream, while he was at work.
Yoongi clicked his tongue and turned the water off, body still hot. He grabbed the white towel from the rack and dried his hair, making it stick up in every direction. He rubbed himself down, wicking the water away. It made him remember how her hair used to stick to her body after their shared showers and how he would lift it away to play with her nipples.
He huffed, seeing his phone on the bathroom sink. His friends needed help. How could they even suggest such nonsen–
Yoongi tried to wrap his towel around his waist. He could feel a draft. He looked down, raising his eyebrows.
His dick was pitching a music-festival, VIP-member-only sized tent.
Well.
He pursed his lips. He shouldn’t be that surprised. He had literally been thinking about his girlfriend’s naked body the entire time. His eyes glanced to his phone once again before he opened the bathroom door. He heard her sigh loudly.
“Noooo, that’s the third dodge! Am I ever going to play a game, chat?” she whined.
Yoongi padded out into the hallway. Technically he was already halfway there. Might as well. Was this the stupidest shit he was ever going to do? Maybe. But she wasn’t going to expect it, that’s for sure. The thought made Yoongi smirk.
“When is Jungkook going to duo with me again? I don’t know guys; he said he has finals soon so he has to focus on school.” He heard her click her tongue. “Get him on cam again? Oh, I see, that’s what you all wanted... At least let him get through university.”
Yoongi stopped at the doorframe. Her hands were on her chin and she was sighing, looking depressed at her long queue time.
“Ah, so unlucky. It must be everyone’s dinnertime.”
He called her name in the same tone he usually used.
Her head lifted and her eyes floated in his direction.
Yoongi dropped the towel.
In less than a second, her eyes grew three sizes, jaw dropping. His wet hair stuck to his forehead, shading his eyes a bit. He cocked an eyebrow, slow smirk on his lips.
“Anything you want for dinner?”
-
What.
The.
FUCK?
You heard your queue pop, but you were frozen in place, gawking open-mouthed at your boyfriend standing in the doorframe of your streaming room, butt-ass naked, cock hard as a rock, towel on the ground. Did he just..? What the…? This was Min Yoongi. Your mild-mannered, somewhat-lazy, preferred-to-be-asleep boyfriend. Not suddenly-trying-to-send-you-to-horny-jail-in-front-of-three-thousand viewers boyfriend! You blinked at him, stuttering.
“Y-Yoongi…?”
Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit. Your voice was a little too breathless, a little too shocked. And slightly too needy for Twitch chat. Your face was heating up fast. You whipped your head back to the screen, realizing you missed the queue. At this point, you didn’t give a single shit.
“You know what, guys,” you said shakily, laughing awkwardly. “I better help Yoongi with dinner and be a good girlfriend.” You rose, feeling the wetness between your legs. “See you tomorrow!”
And you immediately turned off the stream, fuck, you turned off your whole damn computer, mashing the power button, and throwing one of your spare hoodies over the webcam. You exploded from your T1 gaming chair, literally shooting it back three feet into the League plushes behind you, ripping your headset off, tossing it onto the keyboard. Yoongi looked surprised, as if he expected you to be demurer about it.
Yeah, that’s not kind of woman you were.
“Min Yoon-gi,” you hissed, stressing every syllable of his name. “How the fuck do you think you can just show up naked and not expect me to want to immediately fuck you?”
Yoongi chuckled. “I wanted to see your reaction.”
You narrowed your eyes, pressing him against the door with your body. “You don’t watch TikTok. Who put you up to this? Jimin? Taehyung? Jungkook?”
His voice was low and husky. “You know the mankae line are trouble.”
Your hand snaked up into his damp hair and you pulled him down for a sensual kiss. His soft, pink lips parted and you nipped at his lower lip, grinding deliciously into his hard cock. Your sweatpants and underwear were in the way, but you moaned into his mouth, tongue grazing against his lips.
Mentally, you thanked the three mankaes for giving Yoongi this wonderful idea.
He breathed against your lips, smirking.
“How many pieces of clothing are you wearing?” he purred.
You grinned into his kiss, tongue between your teeth. “Four.”
“On brand for you.”
And then you two stumbled into the hallway, Yoongi’s hands on the hem of your hoodie, pushing it up as you kissed him over and over, whispering his name, telling him how handsome he was, how perfectly sexy he was with his wet hair and soft skin. His lips curved upwards under yours, basking in your compliments, drinking them up.
“Count for me,” he drawled, pulling the black T1 hoodie up.
You slipped out of it, sliding down, hands splaying over Yoongi’s chest.
“One.”
He tossed it aside as your hand wrapped around his cock. A sharp gasp left his lips feeling you stroke him slowly, your hand snaking around his neck and bringing his face close to yours, lips on lips. His hands curled around your waist, moving up, grasping the hook-and-eye of your black bra. All the while slowly making your way to the bedroom, nipping at his lips, sucking on his tongue.
Yoongi pinched, releasing your bra. You released his cock, letting it slide off your shoulders.
“Two,” you moaned, feeling his hands on your breasts, rolling your nipples in between his fingers.
“Hah, your body is so fucking hot,” Yoongi murmured. “Missed fucking you.”
You snickered, licking his lips. “Why don’t you actually try to wake me up for once instead of using my hand to jack yourself off at two in the morning?”
His dark brown eyes went wide, shock creeping into his voice. “W-what? How did you…?”
You pushed him through the doorframe of the bedroom. “You think I don’t notice your dick in my hands?” You reached down now, gripping it again, sighing softly at his hardness. “I’m a light sleeper.”
He sputtered at you, fingers curling under the waistband of your sweatpants. “No, you’re not.”
You grinned. “Yeah, you’re right, but this your cock we’re talking about, and I love your cock, Yoongi, fuck,” you continued, pumping him slowly as you felt his length twitch in your hands, his hands pushing down your pants, sliding down your legs.
“Three,” he breathed softly.
You took his larger hand and wrapped it around yours, stepping out of your pants.
“Go on, Yoongi. Show me what you do when you think I’m asleep,” you said softly, nudging him to the bed and laying him down, down, crawling over him, staring into his beautiful dark eyes, falling more and more in love with him every second. Yoongi bit his lip, looking back at you, shifting your hand up and down his cock, whimpering as he jacked himself off, but with your hand and your eyes on him.
“Fuck, you look so pretty,” he mumbled. “Such perfectly shaped eyes.”
You leaned down, squeezing him a little harder, a tiny gasp brushing against your lips. “That’s you, my love.”
He smirked, his free hand hooking on the side of your panties.
“Hit me with the fourth shot,” Yoongi teased, grinning.
You kissed him lightly, smiling. “That’s going to be a critical hit.”
“Better be a critical hit all over my dick.”
You laughed, reaching over to the nightstand and pulling out the drawer, taking out a condom. The two of you pulled down your black panties, Yoongi completing the final number.
“Four,” he exhaled, nearly moaning at the sight of your juices snapping against your thigh.
“Me on top?” you asked, ripping the condom open.
Yoongi’s naughty smirk grew. “You do love me.”
You slid the condom down his length, both of you gasping as his cock throbbed in your hands. You slid up, holding him with two fingers as you sank down on him, tipping your head back at the feeling of Yoongi’s cock buried deep inside.
“I’ve determined we don’t fuck enough,” you muttered, rolling your hips at the delicious sensation of being stretched out by your lover.
“I should wake up earlier,” Yoongi hissed, hands twisting in the sheets. “So we can shower together again.”
“You miss that?” You began to move, riding him deliberately slow but rough, slapping your hips together. You were leaking all over his crotch and balls, adding to the sound. “Miss me on my knees for you, wet from head to toe?”
“Hah… I was thinking about it in the shower,” he panted, feeling you lean down to change the angle, rolling the entire lower half of your body to fuck him hard, fast, intensely squeezing his cock at every descent. “You look so good covered in my cum, my love.”
You smirked, arching an eyebrow. “Yeah? Take some pictures. Show your friends.”
Yoongi laughed, that attractive raspy laugh that showed his pink gums and his pretty white teeth as you rode him, chasing your orgasm and determined to get him to his. “They fucking wish they could see this body,” he growled, a touch of possessiveness in his voice that made your spine shiver deliciously. “Bet they wish they could see you riding my dick right now, your perfect tits and ass bouncing on top of me.”
You clenched him harder and he moaned, head pressed into the pillows, eyes closing, drowning in the feeling of you.
“Ask them,” you snickered. “I already know Jimin’s answer.”
Yoongi gave you an open-mouthed smirk. “That fucking pervert.”
You slammed your hips together tightening your jaw and your core, sucking in his entire length, every contour imprinted into you, every vein pulsing into your walls, Yoongi so fucked out and gone under you, the best image in the entire fucking world. You leaned your head back, gasping triumphantly as the pleasure finally dropped, showering over you, your hips shaking, pussy throbbing all around him, splattering onto his crotch. Yoongi groaned, smacking his fists against the sheets as he shot up into you, cock swelling against your walls, choking out your name due to the strength of your orgasm. You felt your pussy milking him for every drop, draining him. Yoongi’s hips jerked involuntarily up towards you, squelching loudly and lewdly.
Fuck, you loved him.
You bent down, hand between your bodies, holding the condom down as you kissed his open mouth, tongue sliding in to stroke his, murmuring to him how much you loved him. Yoongi panted into your lips, hot erotic breaths that made you moan as you slowly removed yourself from his softening cock. He opened his eyes, half-lidded, drunk with pleasure. His voice was breathless, content.
“I love you.”
You smirked.
“Drop your towel some more, but maybe when I’m not live streaming.”
Yoongi laughed and you laughed too, because in the end it was still hilarious.
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Bts singing in english
I know this is a controversial topic and I've always kept silent because I let people do whatever they do but today I saw an especially stupid post and wanna give my take on it lol
Of course the topic is about bts releasing a few songs in english. I personally enjoyed dynamite and butter a lot, permission to dance wasn't really my cup of tea but that's just because it sounds too much like ed sheeran for my taste. The post that made me write this essay (lol) talked about how much bts has changed and that they didn't feel a connection to them anymore because they started to sing in english. That's just funny to me because the same thing was being said when bts dropped dna. And fake love. And idol. And boy with luv.
Also, let's not act like we didn't have BE a whole korean album which the members produced themselves. It's not even been a year since it got out. Or RM's "bicycle"?!
Bts is known to take on new sounds and experiment with their music. If you want consistency or similar vibes each comeback, then maybe groups like nct or blackpink are better suited for you. Jungkook himself said that they don't do the same thing twice, if you don't like that than simply move on without crying about it on my tl every single day.
I also find it interesting that no one has a problem with bts releasing japanese singles and whole albums for the japanese market. It's literally the same thing.
Then this person also said that the BTSxColdplay collab feels forced and acts as just another way to break into the american market. That was the stupidest shit I read all day. First of all, bts already broke into the market. Their 10 or more #1 spots on bb hot100 can account for that. And 2nd, the coldplay collab is SO special because it's literally 2 things that weren't supposed to be together and still got together. There was a whole racist situation with a german radio host when bts covered coldplay's "fix you" (maybe I will make a seperate post on that) which esentially, I believe, inspired this collab. This collab literally says fuck you to racists and tells the world we don't give a fuck if you think that we shouldn't be on a song together. And that's just very bts to me.
In conclusion, bts will always experiment and do different stuff, if you don't like that then simply move on. No one cares. There are plenty of groups that stick to the same patterns each comeback. Bts isn't holding you on a leash and forcing you to stay lol
That's it for my rant, feel free to share your own opinions with me
#bts#bts jimin#jimin#bts jungkook#jungkook#bts jin#bts jhope#jikook#kookmin#vmin#bts taehyung#bts v#bts namjoon#bts suga#taekook
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