#this is me being a curious fucker with a sense of style
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I don't know how I do that but I'm friends with so many trans people
#and for what!!!!#because buddy if i were trans let me tell you i would know by now#i've had years multiple trans friends of all flavours and 24/7 access to tumblr#i'd know#but here i am cis+ with just. an astonishing amount of trans friends for a cis girl#i don't know i guess it's cause i'm queer and weird??#i'm not kidding btw there's like. what. 12 people on my list of friends right now?#okay wait let's push it to 15 just to account for the people i must have forgotten#i have about 15 friends#and like half of that have something up with their gender#it's official. i'm a magnet for people who had a shit school experience and also trans people i guess#and the neurodivergent/disabled crowd also. but i'm neurodivergent and i had a shit experience in school so.#it's both a very nice environment (cool queer people) but sometimes it's a bit hard to talk about gender#because i have trans friends who take me saying i want to wear waistcoats as me being trans. which. nope#like i am so not a guy. i wouldn't panic too much if i suddenly woke up with a typically male body sure#but like. i'm not a guy. i don't know what's going on here 100% but it's not that i'm a guy#i just want to wear waistcoats i'd love shapeshifting powers and one day i'll try binding#this is me being a curious fucker with a sense of style#if someone else implies there is an egg in me i should crack i'm going to snap#sorry apart from that it's fun having trans friends. cool people#i say that now cause we're 5 housemates total and like 2 of those are trans people#and a third has something going on somewhere near his gender i think. i think? probably.#and they're friends with more people who are doing a gender#so many trans people in my social circle....#that and my two high school closest friends are also having fun with it#i'm the only one. i'm the only cis person of some of my friend groups!#wow i have a ramble tag now
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Hii!
I was wondering if you had any n.sfw type of headcanons for Harvey vs Two Face when they're being intimate? 🤭
Because of the Jason Dent AU fic, part of me thinks TwoFace might be a pillow princess for Matches 😅
I mean, I try to assume couples are versatile but was also curious if you felt either would be more or less likely to enjoy something over the other. Or if they'd be pretty much the same in their wants/desires. Hope this makes sense!
Really like your blog. Your post with Batfam Twitter about Harvey breaking out of Arkham to take Bruce out on dates is part of what got me into them 😍🥹
HOOOO. NSFW ahead!!! Minors don’t interact, please and thank you!!
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I’m so goddam thirsty for this man. No, — it’s unhealthy. I’m like a feral Resident Evil nightmare that escaped confinement and I’m in need of emergency euthanasia.
In my heart I can’t imagine Harvey or TF bottoming. But it also really depends on!! I could maybe see Harvey, whimpering like a goddam mess, Bruce bounces on his dick like a fucking horny rabbit, and TF snarling, “Fuckin’ wimp.” (He loves it)
One thing’s for sure thought; These mfs are So Nasty.
Two-Face is big on degradation; Bruce’s pleasure is extremely important for him, and while he prioritizes his baby doll getting the best treatment possible, you can catch him shoving Batman on his knees anytime, anywhere.
“C’mon, sweet boy. Use that smart ass mouth for something useful. “
And Bruce can’t ever say no 😔 He has them memorized down to the veins
Also you bet Harvey’s hung as hell. 10 inches. Bruce has higher chances of ending up in the ER after fucking than fighting.
DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY-
I just know for a fact Two-Face always has Bruce on his lap when he’s playing poker.
Either when Bruce is disguised, or just normal. Besides, Brucie Wayne is basically Harvey’s glorified blow up doll. So what if he’s around the room while talking essential business? So what if he’s witness to it?
Black Mask makes that comment exactly once and Harvey paints his brass knuckles red <333 “Tsk. Fucker got blood on my watch.”
God help you if Bruce wears red lipstick around this bastard. They’ll make out so messily. Everywhere. At any time. Cause Harvey’s not stopping until Bruce begs him to let him breathe.
SCAR WORSHIP.
MUTUAL
SCAR WORSHIP
Harvey will call Bruce princes while fucking him doggy style, his belt tightly snaked around his neck. He makes the prettiest noises, punched out moans and tiny little gasps. “Ah, heh— you came? Again? You’re making a mess, sweetheart.”
I genuinely do think rough sex is their go to, but like. Loving rough sex? Nevertheless, when one or both have an off day, when Gotham’s nightshade hand punches just a little too hard, they find sanctuary in each other’s softness.
Sometimes Bruce gets fucked with Harvey between his legs, spread like a last meal on his WE office, his smaller hands sinking in his man’s broad shoulders. And he’ll say nothing except his name, like a mantra.
“Harvey. I love you.”
“I know.”
“Bastard,” Bruce laughs rarely, and when he does, it feels like a prize, “Say it back. Both of you.”
“Tch. Brat. We love you. Happy?”
“Always.”
#ANYWAY THEM#bruharvey#nsft#1 8 0 - HORNYHOURS#bruce wayne#dc#dc comics#harvey dent#two face#dc two face#twobats#batman#bottom bruce wayne#text#text post#asks
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Oh he's your ex too? Man that fucker really... Well let's just say them tentacles do things holy crap, but real mean dude let me tell ya. How about we summon like... Azathoth or whatever? I think I'll just sit outside the tank though. Still not a fan of water.
It's not really meant to be sentimental, it's more out of hatred. It's going to be one of those traditional Japanese style tattoos where an animal is facing down, like crawling down the skin surrounded by flowers if that makes sense??? But it's going to be a wolf taking down a dragon because he always compares himself to a dragon and I always get called a dog. I hate the man really
Oh yeah that makes sense. I feel like he'd intentionally not touch Hound both for like him being below Makarov and also just to make him touch starved, to make him crave Makarov more so he stays, yk? That's just what I sort of headcannoned before.
Anyways, I had a really weird dream last night and it's been nagging me all day and I really can't get it out of my head cuz it was a wet dream and it like...it got me. I actually woke up sweating buckets
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Lol a spite tattoo works too and your idea sounds cool as fuck dude, the coolest tattoo I could probs come up with would just be a full sleeve of just eyes and teeth and eyes in mouths with sharp teeth and just that eldritch horror type of aesthetic.
With Makarov, yeah that too, he for sure made sure that Hound would be hooked on his touch like it's a drug, so that Hound can be more dependent on Makarov.
Also also come on, you can't tell me you had a very nice dream without telling me what it is >:[, come on, please share now I'm curious (only if you want to, no pressure lol)
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So this is part of a continuation of this;
It’s more of ff style of writing than previous, because I think writing it in the same style as previous would be annoying to me so….
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Law was definitely not sulking and hiding behind the tangerine trees that for some reason grew on the Straw Hat Pirates ship. (Though his doctor side approved, it was a good source of vitamins).
He should have known that the peace wouldn’t last (well, he did know that, he just wanted to live in denial for a while longer) and it was with a great sigh he finally turned around to acknowledge Franky and Nico Robin who were the… first? Only ones?- to search him out.
Law was about to say something snappy about how he refused to be the one to give that captain of theirs “the talk” -and they couldn’t make him damnit - when he saw the look on Nico-ya’s face and promptly closed his mouth without any sound.
Well, I guess you could say that she was smiling pleasantly. Except for the fact it sent chills down his back. Still, Law was a Captain, he refused to be intimidated, regardless of who or what he was facing.
“What do you want?”
There was a threat there somewhere, Law approved, he refused to back down from anyone. Still, even disregarding the alliance, the fact he was currently trapped on their ship and not a crew member to call on if shit hit the fan or evening the battlefield, even disregarding all that; Law didn’t want to fight Nico Robin.
If it was from some sort of mistaken sense of solidarity, from being sole survivors of state sponsored genecide, or acknowledging her ability and intelligence, Law didn’t know. But he knew she was dangerous, just like he himself was dangerous, perhaps more through circumstance than temperament, but dangerous nonetheless.
“Well, we figured it would be beneficial for all parties involved if we could talk to you about… Luffy.” Franky said giving Law a thumbs up.
Law narrows his eyes at Franky. He could hear what the cyborg was saying, and what he wasn’t.
“I’m not giving that brat a crash-course in sex and intimacy just so I can have a discussion with him I in no ways wish to engage in!!”
“Well…” Franky starts before being derailed by Robin laughing softly to herself.
“Why not turn him down? I’m rather curious about why you haven’t even tried telling him his feelings aren’t mutual.” Despite her smile no longer being creepy, Law found her new smile even harder to face. Could a smile be all-knowing? Law sure as fuck didn’t like it.
Telling himself that he was just turning back around to look at the ocean - he wasn’t running away from having to look those two in their stupid, knowing eyes, oh no - Law muttered a “as if Straw hat-ya would listen.”
“Oi!” Franky immediately interrupted. “Luffy is a lot of things, but if you explained to him that you’re not interested he’ll listen- assuming you mean it.”
“And that’s the fucking problem!” Law snapped slamming his fist down on the railing.
“I DON’T have a problem with Straw hat-ya or I being intimate! What I don’t want to do is make this alliance any messier than it already is! I don’t want to be fucking responsible for his introduction into intimacy and sex! I swear the little fucker is going to succeed with what even the damn lead failed to do and make my hair turn white!”
Robins eyes grew wide and she made a gesture as if she was about to reach out and grab the man ranting in front of her before controlling herself and letting her hands rest at her sides.
“You think I’ll get fucking anywhere telling that menace you call a captain that I don’t really mind having someone like him as a partner, it’s just more logical to not engage?!?”
“Listen, I SUPER understand what you’re saying, I’m just trying to make you understand how Luffy works.” Franky said. “You’re not wrong in understanding that saying something stupid like that isn’t going to accomplish anything, but I don’t think you really understand how Luffy works! You can’t really put him in a group of other people and be like ‘Luffy’s just like these people’. Luffy is always going to be Luffy. It’s like the only constant thing that you can count on. That and logposes, I suppose.”
Law took a deep breath trying to get his temper under control. “Your point?”
“Right,” Franky laughed. “You unintentionally put a condition in place earlier. You won’t discuss the matter with Luffy until he learns about sex, Luffy wants you two to come to an agreement - is it or isn’t it something he can pursue with you - so Luffy will try to learn about sex.”
“I don’t se- “ Law started to grumble before being interrupted by Franky.
“Listen! Luffy is Luffy, he’s in a class of himself. He’ll hear what he wants to hear, see what he wants to see and do what he wants to do. As terrifying as that sounds, it still kinda always works out, because he’s Luffy. He struggles sometimes with stuff most people don’t have problems with and accomplishes feats no-one could’ve dreamed of. He’s different. Simple. But not necessarily stupid, well, most of the time.”
“Look, let me give you an example; when we were at fishman island, I had my shipwright master’s brother come and help us with re-coating the ship, and I told Luffy that when I explained who the stranger on the ship was. Somehow Luffy came to the understanding that he was a shipwright there to coat my brother… is that really the understanding you want Luffy to have about anything sexual?”
Law could feel the color drain from his face.
“If Luffy doesn’t feel like it concerns him, he’s not going to listen properly, and love it or hate it, but as long as you’re the only person in the world that makes it seem appealing to him, you’ll remain the only one most likely to be able to explain these things to him.”
Law grabbed his sword before running off swearing vehemently under his breath.
“Right!” Franky exclaimed. “Good talk - and good luck - I’m SUPER happy to have it over and done with!”
Squinting at the archeologist, Franky raised his shades and asked; “oi, you doing alright?”
Robin recoiled lightly before murmuring softly; “what? Oh, yes, I’m doing fine… just hoping that I’m wrong about something, for Traffy’s sake, if nothing else.”
Robin gave the shipwright one of her enigmatic, if slightly sad-looking, smiles before accepting the arm he offered her as they returned to their normal life on the Sunny.
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What’s this? Frobin? In my silly little stories? It’s more likely than you think!
All jokes aside, I do love me some sideship Frobin… feel free to read into it if you want, to me it works platonically too.
Some side notes, Laws demands of a sexual partner isn’t based on gender or looks. It’s (some kind of) chemistry and being able to look at his partner as an equal (or the very least, not looking down on his partner, or being looked down upon). Due to that he doesn’t buy sex, he doesn’t do anything with his crew or patients. He wants equality so a person who he feels responsible for, someone he doesn’t respect, anything that makes it “unequal playing field” is a huge no-go for him.
His reluctance to be intimate with Luffy is part from him viewing Luffy as too young and inexperienced to make an informed decision, and is iffy about how much he feels like Luffy basically owing him a life-debt might be influencing his feelings on the matter.
His reason for finding Luffy appealing is because Luffy is strong, not easily influenced (as much as he’s frustrated with it), and he actually likes and respects Luffy as a person.
The reason Robin was all scary in the beginning is because she was pissed at Law for making Chopper decide that the crew would need a safe sex talk. No one wants to listen to a talk like that from the person you see as basically the little brother/baby of the crew.
Next; more fun with Law trying to make Luffy understand sex and intimacy and how it affects people! Maybe 🤔 this part and that part was originally supposed to be one part, after all… the switch in writing kinda threw me off tho so for now enjoy 😅
#lulawlu#lulaw#lawlu#and the tale continues…#I write all this on my phone btw#it’s a major pain because I’m slow :p#and the dog usually ends up demanding walkies#I do love the unholy little terror tho❤️
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alfred for the character thing im curious! failing that then cass <3
AAAAH MY TWO FAVES <3 I'm gonna do both but Alfred first!!
favorite thing about them
The dadliness of COURSE it's the dadliness. The general idea of how loyal to a fault he is, that he dedicated his life to taking care of this boy he cared for so much, and his family growing in turn, I just cry. I have so many emotions about how underrated Alfred's angle in the whole found family thing is - PLUS I think he has so much potential for emotionally resonate backstory and parallels with Bruce because of that. Do not test me I will break into DC and MAKE THEM let me rewrite Alfred's backstory
least favorite thing about them
Predictably from the last thing I hate it when he gets written as too stuck up to the point of fucking Bruce up even more as a child. Generally the idea of not allowing Bruce to be a kid when he's lost so much just makes me really sad, and I hate any timelines that involve Alfred OR Bruce hitting the batkids in any context :( listen I'm just a big baby I'm hear for camp not abusive family dynamics
brOTP
Oh my god so many. Him and any of the batkids - all of them have excellent dynamics, Dickie literally calling Alfred his best friend is my favorite thing. And of course I love him and Bruce's dynamic, these fuckers have had 1 (one) friend (each other) for going on two decades they are a bizarre little pair. Pure same guy syndrome I love it. Also of course Martha Kent!!!! I <3 want <3 them <3 to <3 be <3 best <3 friends !!! They go on vacation together, they gossip about love triangles in the league, they share casserole recipes, they kick ass. Adore them.
OTP
OUGH I will die on the hill of the Alfred, Thomas, and Martha polycule. I have an ungodly amount of thoughts about their shared history and positive impact on each other's lives and negative impact on each other's reputations but they got through it together,, making the Wayne deaths hurt like hell is my favorite pastime ♥️
nOTP
Only the obvious bat ones, I don't really have any grudges against run of the mill ships for him. Maybe him and Leslie Thompkins? I like to think Leslie is Lesbian, and I think they're coupling is always kinda forced and weird. They are mlm/wlw co-parenting solidarity
random headcanon
He has a passing interest in fashion, costuming, and sewing. He had a lot of fun helping Martha with her outfits, hair and makeup and it was one of the small things he missed when she passed. He was very excited when girls started joining the batfamily (and when dick had a more adventurous sense of style than Bruce). He wears the same thing every day but his kids will look good dammit
unpopular opinion
As funny as it can be (That "I raised a man too soft hearted for this world, luckily my mother can't say the same" post always makes me HOWL) , I really hate the whole 'alfred likes guns' thing. IDK, at least to me he'd have similar hang ups about it as Bruce, his best friends and his child's parents were killed my gun violence, I just can't see him staying into them. I like him better with swords
song i associate with them
Hmmmmm Happy Days are Here Again, especially with this montage from the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. The end of this song gives me panic attacks in a good way <3 it's nostalgic and beautiful but also like. Very scary and urgent. Since I associate it with this scene it always gives me those panicked vibes of life getting increasingly more fucked up, like per say, starting as a butler for a loving idealic family, having them get murdered in front of their son, and ending with 9 vigilants on your hands
favorite picture of them
I cannot say enough how obsessed I am with tiny Alfreds in the tnba comics. Also not really a pic of him but honorable mention to "Alfred youre being goofy"
#batman#alfred pennyworth#thank you for asking about my emotional support senior citizen <3 baby blorbo is next#narspeaking
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least read fics ✨
i was tagged by @danpuff-ao3 and @sweet-s0rr0w (see their posts here, and here, respectively, and go read those unloved hidden gems pls and thanks) to share my 5 least read fics on ao3, by either hits or kudos. this game was going around for National Author's Day and, as per usual, i'm so late it's not even fashionable anymore. ooopsies. thank you for the tags, pals!
while i think both hits and kudos are very flawed statistics i decided to go with hits for this one. my least read five, from the very bottom up are:
2020 Microfics [1100 words, 22 drarry microfics, rated E, warnings vary]
A collection of microfics written for Drarry Microfic's 2020 prompts.
a little too good to be true [800 words, ginsy, rated T, no warnings]
For a date that had started with Pansy surreptitiously pulling her phone out and texting Draco, in all caps, “You told me it was someone I didn’t know, you actual ballbag” the blind date had gone surprisingly well. It helped that Pansy accidentally blurted out what Draco had told her as soon as she laid eyes on Ginny, and Ginny laughed and replied with a “Well, Harry said, and I quote ‘She’s really lovely, give her a chance,’ so here I am.”
do it again [750 words, drarry, rated T, no warnings]
Luna,
I’m sorry. I know it’s the second time we’ve had to reschedule this interview. Work has been mental today and Ron got punched in the face. (He’s fine, it was kind of funny.) Draco will be mardy so if you have any of those hibiscus biscuits of yours with the lemon icing that you could spare, send him home with a few. I’ll owe you.
Tell him I’m really sorry and I’ll see you both at the Gala tonight.
H x
overture [115 words, drarry, rated T, no warnings]
In which Harry tells Draco all about his life.
2021 Microfics [5050 words, 95 drarry microfics, rated E, warnings vary]
A collection of microfics written for Drarry Microfic's 2021 prompts.
i accidentally rambled on (who's suprised? not me) about stats and about quality and about hits vs. kudos and all that nonsense so i'm putting the rest of this post under a cut. before that though, i'm going to link you to what is my 6th fic with the least amount of hits, because i am honestly appalled that it ranks 6th, as it's one of my favourite things i have ever written.
the underdog, the honourable mention, the but-mari-that's-not-in-the-rules:
Liturgia Horarum [1500, drarry, rated M, no warnings]
From morning melodies to evening encores, a day in the life through the soundtrack of routine.
and now, for my thoughts:
except for that last minute mention, the actual bottom 5 doesn't really surprise me at all. we have both sets of microfics, 2020's and 2021's and I think we all agree short form (especially extremely short form like micros) does much better on tumblr, plus the fact that they're all under the same work on ao3 despite it not being a cohesive story isn't super helpful. they're mostly there for archival purposes, and mostly for me. i do love having them all in the same place, and it does help me personally when i lose perspective. sometimes i open it just so i can tell myself "look at that, you wrote all those 50 word wee fuckers in numerous genres and styles, and tropes and ideas, all of them about the same two guys" lmao as a reader, i would much prefer to come across microfics and drabbles on tumblr than crammed into one work on ao3, so that makes sense to me.
the other three are T rated, short, and on top of that one of them is femslash too! (truly the holy trifecta of nopes, let's be honest there). so, really. this is unsurprising all around.
it's interesting though, because i'm a curious cat, and i couldn't help compare this to my stats by kudos — do keep in mind i never open my statistics page so looking at it to make this post was really cool! i notice that while i understand why none of these have more hits, they're pieces i quite like, personally. they're nowhere near my favourite things i've ever written, but they're stuff i think it's decent. i think they're alright.
on the other side of that though, are my kudos. when i sort by kudos, both sets of microfics are still on that bottom 5, which again, makes sense. BUT very different fics join those at the bottom of the list. interestingly, the other three fics are quite possibly my least favourite things i've written, the ones i keep on ao3 for the sake of archival but secretly pray no one ever reads! they are a lot higher hit-wise than the ones on the list above (E rated, generally quite porny though the writing/tropes/pairings are rather questionable), but they're at the bottom kudos-wise, which is a fun revelation! maybe it means my own judgement isn't that clouded and that readers and i agree when stuff is a bit... you know, shit. LOL
i find it really fun to look at this kind of thing. i do think the whole point of the game was sharing our less-loved stuff in way of reccommending it/getting it more love, and i ended up just analysing the statistics page. i do enjoy all of these, and none of them are shit, but if you were gonna pick any, for the love of god, read Liturgia Horarum.
can't think of who to tag, but if you haven't done it and you have read all my stupid rambling, you should do it and tag me on it so i can look, thank you <3
#this is probably riddled with typos i do apologise#if you click on the read more i also apologise#it is just me talking to myself about stats#i never look at those so it was a bit of a WHAAAAAT kind of moment#also smaller fandoms are INSANE#was definitely convinced my aftg fic would be on this list#but no#despite being up for less than two weeks#both have surpassed many of my hp fics lmao#anyway i will shush now#tag game#m babbles
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I just realized as a fellow larrie that I listened to both Louis’ and Harry’s albums before I even became a directioner and my views were very different before coming into this fandom.
When I was listening to hs1, especially after ‘Sweet Creature’, I was asking myself “Who is this fucker singing about? Coming back to that person who feels like home, acting as if he’s been married for 30 years now?” So obviously, the first thing I did was research about his relationships, which basically told me that most of H’s relationships lasted for months. So like at first, I was like “Perhaps he’s talking the feeling you get when you first start a relationship.”
When I listened to hs2, one song in particular, ‘Falling’ didn’t make sense to me. Again, I was confused. Cause while relationships that last for months can hurt you, however, I’m pretty sure relationships that’s lasted for years hurt more. So I was like “Is there someone the media doesn’t know about or am I missing something?”
But when my ass finally listened to lt1, everything finally made fucking sense. (keep in mind, I still wasn’t a directioner even at this point. My sister was basically just sending some of the band and solo songs and I got a little curious, so I ended up listening to their albums, both in the band and solo) Both of those fuckers were literally writing viewpoints of the same situation. Now this is where doubt kicked in and was like “What if they’re different stories, but they happen to coincidentally write about the same story?” I did more research and I found Elounor. This is when I asked myself “What if it was about Elounor? They both were dating for almost 5 years.”
My ass who still hasn’t discovered anything about “Larry” believed Louis’ album was about Eleanor, so I kept it to that. However, that still didn’t explain Harry’s albums cause that still left me at a dead end. Eventually, I gave up on it and just left my wondering thoughts.
It wasn’t until my sister sent me a video about Larry did I start speculating. (I would like to say the video was a Larry proof video for anyone wondering) Now, I was previously in another fandom where I had already encountered plenty of bromances, that usually included two pals just being extremely affectionate with each other. Basically, I didn’t believe in Larry cause I thought they were probably two lads who were affectionate with each other. Now the thoughts to Larry didn’t pop up until I was watching some of 1D’s interviews and video diaries did I notice Louis’ obsession with Mr. Harry Styles.
At first, it was cute to me until I noticed the obsession in nearly every interview I watched. I then decided to watch a mix of concert videos and interviews and noticed many things. First, in some concert videos, at least from my perspective, it seemed both L and H were aware of each other’s presence based on the fact both were literally avoiding physical collision with each other. Second, both acted differently with each other than they did compared to the other members. While all the lads show they care for one another, the care between L and H seemed different. They were more gentler, softer, and overall treated each other like they both were made of fucking glass. Now this seemed to stand out to me the most and I ended up rewatching several videos just to ensure I making things up. I wasn’t. So at this point, I decided to search up this bond between these two and found an entire fandom made up of people who shipped these two as a couple. I watched some Larry videos and eventually, fell deep into a theory that two men were secretly in a relationship.
As for the questions I previously had about Harry’s and Louis’ albums, a lot of larrie theories, in my opinion, explained everything I had questions to when I first listened to those three albums.
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Little Rose Ch. 2
Warnings: Arguments, slight/implied smut, alochol, angst at the end, fluff at some parts. A/n: A lot of stuff is off from when it happened, sue me. It is a fanfiction so thing aren’t extactly to the timeline. Like events between mandy and duff. No hate towards Mandy! I have nothing against her. Again sorry for making Duff such an ass, it’s just for the plot. love our sweet boy. Suprise apperances, you’ll know ;) enjoy babes!!
A couple days later, I finally peeled myself off the bathroom floor. Slash had laid with me the first night, but had a date last night.
“Y/n, what happened? You’ve not been at work”, Slash asked me, after finding me on the floor. “Oh hi Slash, just depressed is all. Stupid boy stuff”, I sighed, slighty moving my head towards him.
“What happened? I’m a boy”, Slash laid next to me. “No, its dumb”
“Y/n, tell me or I’ll call Axl on you”, Slash said. “Okay” I sighed.
I had told him what happened between Izzy, Duff and I, even my feelings for Duff. He let me cry and say what I needed to say or felt like saying. Threatened to kick Duff’s ass, I told him it wouldn’t fix anything, but appreciated the gesture. Slash accidentally let it slip that Duff had a girlfriend, she was in a band, blond, sorta my height. At least he listened to me. I grinned. “Y/n, are you okay?”, Axl busted in and ran over to me. “Yeah, I am now. Thanks to Slash”, I said grabbing my purse. “You’re not sick”, Axl held his hand on my forehead. “No Ax, I got into a depression rut is all. I miss my boys so can I come back to work?”, I asked. “Of course, I need your opinion on songs”, Axl kissed my cheek. “Race ya to the cars”, I nudged him. I won and won racing to work. “Did you cut me off?”, Axl asked. “No, it’s called winning”, I scoffed.
“Izzy came up with the name, but I don’t know if it would fit my lyrics”, Axl was explaining a song when we walked into the studio. Steven, Slash, Izzy were sitting on the couch, smoking away. “Janie, you’re back!”, Steven ran to me. “Yeah, I’m back Stevie.” I let go of him and sat on the arm of the couch, next to Izzy. He looked up at me and patted my knee. Silently letting me know he was sorry and missed me. I smiled back at him. The door opened, making us look. It was Duff and I assume his girlfriend, they were making out. “Duff, it’s time to work now”, Axl grumbled. My heart broke into a million pieces seeing him. Izzy sensed it and looked at me, “You were right”, I mumbled for Izzy to hear. “Don’t matter, Janie. You okay?”, Izzy asked. “Why wouldn’t I be”, I sighed. Duff and his girlfriend walked in, “Hey Duff, who’s this?”, the blond asked. “Oh, this is Janie, Axl’s little sister and our assistant”, Duff said, tuning his bass. “Hi, I’m Mandy”, Mandy stuck her hand out. “Uh yeah, hi. Axl, you want your tea now or later”, I brushed her off. Probably gonna be another chick tomorrow to be honest, why get friendly with her. Axl was gonna say something but Duff cut him off, “Janie, she was talking to you.” “I know and?”, I snickered from my place next to Izzy. “And? Have some manners, Christ sakes”, Duff said hateful. “First off, leave my sister alone and get in the booth. Janie, I’ll take my tea now”, Axl finally said something. “Sure thing, Axl”, I smirked. Duff rolled his eyes and shook his head. Before lunch, Mandy told Duff she had to go record with her band across town. “Okay, 10 minute break guys”, Axl stretched his back. The rest of them went out, but Duff stayed behind. Obviously, why he did. “What the fuck?”, Duff said as the door shut. “Excuse me?”, I asked. “Why were you so fucking rude to Mandy? She was just being nice, you’re the only one who hasn’t met her yet.”, Duff huffed. “Why does my approval matter, huh? I’m your assistant, I just grab your lunch and follow your orders. It’s not your decision if I like your girlfriend even Axl’s. Just get the fuck out of my face before yours ended up through the booth glass, okay? I don’t owe you shit, you broke my heart, bastard!”, I yelled. “You won’t do it, Rose”, Duff got into my face. “Get the fuck away from my baby sister or I’ll fucking bash your head into the glass personally!”, Axl yelled.
“Whatever, I’m out of here”, Duff pushed by the guys. “And stay the fuck out!”, Axl yelled. “Janie, you okay? He didn’t touch you did he?”, Axl turned to me like a mother hen. “I’m okay, just a misunderstanding”, I said staring at the door. Axl took his fingers to my chin, he was studying my face. “Janie, come with me”, Izzy said. Axl let me go. “You two talked about the other night?”izzy asked, handing me a cigarette. “Not exactly. He confronted me about how I acted towards Mandy. Like I’m gonna be buddy buddy with your new whore.”, I scoffed. “You’re not wrong, she’s not my favorite person”, Iz grumbled. “I wasn’t rude to her right, Izzy”, I asked. “Different circumstances, yes you were. But, he’s doing this to make you jealous”, Izzy said holding my hand. “Thanks, Iz”, I blew out smoke. “Anytime, kid”, Izzy flicked his cigarette ash. “I’m sorry about the other night. I don’t want you to fuck off, you’re my brother, I love you”, I laid my head on his shoulder. “I know you don’t. Don’t get all warm and gooey, I’ll ash my cigarette on that big ass forehead of yours.”, Izzy smirked. “You could sell Wyoming on yours”, I winked at him. “Sit on it, Janie”, Izzy rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Fonzie”, I hopped off the milk crates. “You’re definitely Potsy, kid”, Izzy grinned. “Keith Richards called his wants his style back, Isbell”, I opened the door. Izzy would kill me one day for sure, but then would probably break down from realization.
“You okay?”, Slash asked, grabbing my hand. “For now, if I’m gonna lay on my bathroom floor, I’ll call you”, I smiled at me. “Please do”, Slash said seriously. “Thanks, Slash”, I kissed his cheek.
The phone rang, “Hello?”, I answered it.
“Hey Janie, wanna come to a bar with us?”, Kelly asked.
“Hi Kells, sure why not. Do you want me to drive or what?”, I grinned. Traci still kept in contact with Axl, Izzy and me, I met his new band. Kelly and I hit it off pretty well at the Whiskey Go-Go. “I’ll come get you, babe”, Kelly said.
“Okay, be careful”, I grinned, already planning my outfit. I stepped out of my room and saw Kelly perched on my couch’s arm. “Goddamn, you look smokin, baby Rose” “Thanks, Kelly. It was my intention to be smokin tonight”, I grinned, reaching up to kiss his cheek. “Who you after? Word on the street is that you and Duff quit fucking”, Kelly opened my door, to let me out. “Who told you?”, I asked. “Duff”, Kelly whispered. “Fucking course he would do that. What am I a whore or what?”I asked, getting curious to what that fucker was saying about me. “Just said you went all crazy and kicked him out. Told him to find a groupie and hoped she gave him crabs”, Kelly said as we pulled up to the bar. “I said herpes, not crabs. What’s the word on Mandy? His new chick”, I asked wanting to be nosey and use it for blackmail. “She’s in an all girl band, singer, they met after a show at the Starwood. You’re way way hotter than her by the way”, Kelly said, holding the door for me. “You’re really flirty tonight, Kells”, I smirked. We sat with the band after, getting drinks. “Ah ello, Janie”, Phil smirked. “Hi Phil”, I sat down between Kelly and Traci. “Hey kid, how are you?”, Traci pulled me into his side for a hug. “Been better, Trac. You?”, I asked. “Heyy Duff! Didn’t expect you here”, I heard a dude yell. There he was, standing at the bar in all leather, hair teased in a messy punk manner, he looked good, besides her perched on his arm. “Janie”, I slightly heard Traci call out my name. He had probably heard what happened between Duff and I. I stood up and pulled Kelly to the bar with me, “Can you act like you’re trying to fuck just long enough for me to be petty?” “I don’t have to act, babe. Tell me what to do? I won’t push you too far, okay?”, Kelly rubbed my wrist. “Okay, Kelly and be rough as you want and follow my league”, I smirked. Duff and Mandy were sitting at the bar, chatting. “Hey Joe, two beers please?”, I brushed Duff’s back as I leaned to the bar. Kelly wedged himself to my back side, trailing his hand on my hips. He tried to unlace my leather pants, “Kelly, not now”, I squealed. You could tell Duff was trying to ignore us, but couldn’t. “Here you go, Janie. Tell your brother I said hi”, Joe smiled handing Kelly and I our beer. “Thanks, Joe I will”, I said.
“Come dance with me, they’re dancing”, Kelly whispered in my ear.
“Perfect”, I smirked at the opportunity to make Duff’s skin crawl.
Kelly pulled me towards his crotch, “Be slutty as you can be”
“Sure thing, Cowboy”, I smirked and rubbed my body down his. Kelly was grinding himself on me, I nudged back, he kissed my neck. Duff had moved himself and Mandy closer to us. Kelly noticed and grabbed my boob, “Sorry”, He whispered loud enough for me to hear. I moaned out as he started attacking my neck. Kelly had his head burying my neck, kissing my neck and ran his hand down my thigh. He was really playing his part, give him that. “Be louder” I opened my eyes and caught Duff’s hazel one, looking into my blue ones. He was fuming. Kelly bit down on my neck, making me moan his name, “Mhmm, Kelly” Duff grabbed Mandy and left. Kelly was still on my neck, I wanted to tell him the show was over, but he felt so good. “Hey Kells, he left already but wanna come back to my place?”I asked, grabbing his hand off my hip. “Fuck yes. I know you were just doing it to piss Duff off, but damn we got too into”, Kelly whined, pointing at his dick. “I’m sorry, Kelly. Come on, you need some help”, I pulled him to his car. Kelly got in and I went to his pants, “Mhm, what about your brother? He’ll kill me if he finds out”, Kelly said with a look of fear in his eyes. “Duff and I had been fucking for almost two years and the motherfucker still doesn’t know.”, I said. “Okay then, continue”, Kelly said sliding his pants and underwear down to where I could reach him. “Fuck”, Kelly threw his head back groaning.
He pulled up to my apartment, “Damn, you’re really good at head” “Thanks”, I smirked. It was morning, I woke up, “Who the hell? Oh It’s Kelly”, I rolled over. “Yeah, it’s me”, Kelly smirked. It was 8:15 am, I was due at the studio at 10. “Hey, uhm I gotta be at the studio at 10, wanna shower with me?”, I asked. “Sure”, Kelly picked me up in bridal style. Izzy watched me pull up, “What the fuck did you do last night?” “Went to a bar with Kelly, seen Traci. Why am I late?” I asked, stealing his cigarette. “No but you smell like booze and shame sex”, Izzy dead panned. “It wasn’t shameful sex”, I rolled my eyes. “Was it with Duff?”, Izzy asked as we walked back in. “No”, I said. “Who?”, Izzy asked again. “Don’t get mad or even tell Axl okay?”, I looked up at him. He nodded. “Kelly”, I breathed out. “Okay, at least it wasn’t a random fuck. Did he wear?”, Izzy smirked. “No, I’m on the pill nosey ass”, I punched his arm.
Izzy, Slash were in the booth. Axl was talking to the press about something, Steven was in the booth with them. Duff and I were sitting down, and the room was fueled by tension. “Why did you tease me last night?”, Duff spoke up. “What are you talking about?”, I rolled my eyes. “Don’t play dumb, Janie. That’s not the first time you’ve teased me at a bar with another guy”, Duff said, staring at me. “Why did you leave after, you heard me moan?”, I shot back. Duff was quiet. “What I thought, McKagan”, I smirked as Axl walked in. “God, I hate the press at times” “Who are you supposedly banging now?”, I asked Axl. “Every supermodel in North America, any groupie”, Axl smirked. “You still have great posture after fucking those girls”, I grinned at him. “Thanks sis, it’s a secret talent of mine. Duff it’s your turn”, Axl said sitting next to me by the panel. “You do anything last?”, Axl looked at me. “Uh, Kelly picked me up and wanted to go drink. I saw and talked to Traci. He wanted me to tell you hi”, I said, marking a list of things that had been done. “Nice, glad you had fun”, Axl patted my knee. “You busy tonight, Ax?”, I asked. “Probably gonna watch a horror movie later tonight. Why do you wanna join?”, Ax asked. “Yeah, I do. Miss us”, I smiled. “Miss us too, kid”, Axl smiled. He always tried to make time for us to hang out besides work.
I was walking to my car when a hand grabbed my shoulder, “Can we talk?”, It was Duff. “Why so you can go tell people on the strip that I’m whore for kicking out?”, I cut my eyes at him. “I didn’t call you a whore, you’re not either. I was pissed, it was after our argument, I went drinking and a few guys were around.”, Duff said. “A few guys that happen to have been in the band. Traci and Kelly told me all about what you said. If I’m whore then you’re just a lawful player that used me as another notch on his belt.”, I looked up at him. “Janie, I’m sorry for talking about you like that, I’m sorry for being a dick the past two days. I didn’t mean it”, Duff whined. “Fine. As for now, I’m just your assistant, so don’t talk to me unless you need me to get you lunch or something okay? Cause I’m done with you as a friend and a sleeping buddy, so go home to Mandy and leave alone”, I patted his shoulder. “Janie” “No no, I’m serious. Now goodnight, Mr. McKagan”, I said, getting in my car and heading to Axl’s. I looked in the mirror, he was standing there, flabbergasted as I drove away. Maybe I was too harsh on him, but fuck him, he broke my heart.
Grocery shopping is one of the things I hated about adulting, but it had to be done. I was in the frozen section, looking at my list. “Janie?”, I looked up to see Mandy. “Oh hi, Mandy”, I smiled. “Just shopping and noticed you was all.”, She smiled. “Right? Huh, listen. I’m sorry for how I acted towards you, the first time I met you. Duff and I had a fight and I was mad at him. I’m sure you’re a nice girl and I’m sorry being a straight up bitch that day.”, I finally got it off my chest. “It’s okay, we’ve all been petty towards another girl before. He told me what happened between you guys. All is forgiven”, Mandy grabbed my hand and smiled. “Yeah, but it wasn’t right. It was between me and him. Uh, enjoy your shopping”, I looked down. “Thanks, you too. It was nice talking to you Janie, see ya later.” Mandy smiled before walking away. “You too”, I mumbled, looking around for Duff to be laughing with her as they were doing it just to make me the fool. No blond in sight.
Next few weeks, the boys were planning their town for this year. They finished their EP weeks ago, I was proud of them. I was sitting next to their producer at the panel, the door opened and the boys walked in. “Hey guys”, I smiled. Various ‘Heys’ responded back. “Can’t wait for you to see this tour, Janie. It’s so kickass”, Slash pulled me into a hug. “Kickass is very you guys”, I giggled in his arms as the door opened. Mandy stood.
“Hey babe, what are you doing here?”Duff brushed pass us.
“Are you free for lunch?”she asked, twirling something on her finger. “Of course, I was just getting my bass I left here. Oh almost forgot! Hey guys, Janie come here.”, He grinned pulling her to his side. We all stood, Slash still held me at his side. “What Duff?”, Izzy mumbled. “We’re getting married”, Duff said, bringing Mandy’s hand towards us. A circle cut diamond adorned her finger. “Good for you guys. I’m happy for you Duff”, Axl pulled him into a hug. The guys told them congrats and they were proud of him for being a man. “Janie?”, Mandy asked. My chest heaved, I pushed Duff out of my way as I ran down the hall. “What’s with her?” Axl asked as I cut a corner. “I’ll go find her”, Izzy said, taking off. I tried to run but my legs gave out on me, Izzy caught me. I started bawling, my whole world was tumbling down, he wasn’t gonna be mine anymore. “Shhsh”, Izzy rocked me in his chest.
#guns n roses imagine#duff mckagan imagine#izzy stradlin imagine#axl rose#slash x reader#steven adler x reader#kelly nickels#la guns#again Izzy being the best big brother#Axl defending his baby sister and being a mother hen is so cute#I promise duff will be a nice boy again#don't hate me for making Duff an ass
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As another big Green Day fan, I'm curious to know what are your opinions on each Green Day album (studio albums only, not recopilatory, but feel free to add the live ones) and why you like/don't like that album 🖤
OH MY GOD THIS IS SUCH A COOL QUESTION TO GET MARA, THANK YOU! Buckle up ‘cause this will probably, inevitably go long. I’m also gonna use this to catalog each album in order, with dates and shit because a lot of people have actually reached out asking how much material there was before American Idiot got released in ‘04, and my dudes, my peeps, THERE’S A LOT.
#1 — 1,039 Smoothed Out Slappy Hour (1991)
So this is probably the one I listen to the less to this day, not because I don’t like it but because I discovered most of the tracks on that album through live bootlegs or videos, which in turns made me like the live versions way more than the studio version (Knowledge, looking right at you). That said, this is the epitome of Sweet Children/Green Day, and it’s pretty nice to be able to go back and listen to this album knowing it’s a compilation of their first two maxi albums that came out in ‘89 and ‘90. That being said, I still think it’s criminal not to have Paper Lanterns recorded live on any live album to this day — Billie Joe, imma sue your stupid ass.
#2 — Kerplunk (1992)
THE PRODIGAL SON. Knowing that this is the album that got them to have some form of recognition among the punk community at the time, so much so that Warner was able to get a whim of this Bay Area band, is enough of a tell. There are so many good songs on this album, and you can already sense Billie Joe’s storytelling through some of the songs. I have a very soft spot for 2,000 Light Years Away, even if like most of the older songs I do prefer any live version to the studio version. Like I also said earlier, Green Day were my introduction to a lot of older bands, and I’m pretty sure I discovered the Who by listening to their cover of My Generation on this album. Honorable mention to Tré’s first delight of a song, Dominated Love Slave. Keep slaying, my chaos demon. 💚
#3 — Dookie (1994)
Well, how do you talk about an album that rocked your entire world without turning into a puddle of tears? I discovered Dookie shortly after I bought American Idiot for myself and realized there was more to this band than just this album, and I was blown away. I distinctly remember falling asleep at night with me hear glued to my stereo with the volume on low as to not wake up my parents, and I’d just listen to that album on repeat. I don’t know if it was so much about the music than the lyrics, really. I was about 10 or 11 and hearing Billie singing on Coming Clean felt like a breeze of fresh hair to a little girl that already figured out she wasn’t straight. Dookie holds a lot of good tune but the subject they’re touching are so in touch with society even still today. This is an album that is forever going to hold a very special place in my heart, and I still can get enough of it. It’s actually sitting on my turntable right now.
#4 — Insomniac (1995)
Insomniac is the album I’ll listen to whenever I have a bad day, because it’s so angsty. It’s very different from what Dookie felt like despite being released only a year after. To me it’s also the first album where Billie starts making some sort of bolder statement, especially with a song like Walking Contradiction. Panic Song is also another of those songs that I keep going back to because it’s musically extremely interesting (that bass line! that drums opening! that guitar riff! yes, fucker, gimme more!) and the subject it touches (panic attacks, essentially) is something that I’ve been struggling with. Again, when you’re a young girl struggling with this, it’s comforting hearing your favorite band talk about that same subject. That album is riddled with good songs and it’s a shame that Insomniac still doesn’t get nearly as much credit as it should have.
#5 — Nimrod (1997)
To me, Nimrod is really the first album they started experimenting with a wide variety of different styles. A lot of people (Billie included) would probably argue that Warning had a deeper dive into diversity, but hearing songs like Walking Alone or Last Drive In, god, even King for a Day was not something they would’ve done before. Another solid album that holds one of my major favorite songs, the first song I’ve ever learned on guitar: Good Riddance (Time of Your Life). Billie’s songwriting on that album is a bit different from what we’re used to, he’s diving deep into his personal life and I think it’s probably the rawest we’ve seen him be at that point. Another one of the album that doesn’t get enough recognition (but then again, the next one too).
#6 — Warning (2000)
It’s... I’m not gonna lie, it’s a peculiar album. I love it, but I know it’s an album that’s been dividing fans for two decades. It’s still Green Day exploring, but to a very wider pace than they did on Nimrod, and this is SO GOOD. Misery is a very good example of that, actually. It’s also Billie’s first ‘real’ dive at politics with songs like Minority and Macy’s Day Parade. Hell, even Warning can be held as some sort of statement. I do love that album, but you can also sense that at that point the band is not doing well. We know that now because they’ve talked about it at length, but you can sense in the music that they’re searching for something that they aren’t able to find.
#Comp — International Superhits! (2001)
Not gonna go in great length about this, but the two exclusive songs (Poprocks and Coke, Maria) are some of my favorite b-sides that they’ve ever released.
#Comp — Shenanigans (2002)
This is a peculiar compilation, I don’t really think I’ve ever seen a compilation of b-sides and rarities being put out as a compilation in any of the other bands I’ve been following around for decades, but it’s a nice one.
#7 — American Idiot (2004)
How do you talk about an album that literally changed your life? I’ve talked about it earlier today, but American Idiot was the first album I’ve ever bought for myself, with my own money, and it blew me away. I wasn’t raised in a house where music was prominent. Both my parents aren’t really fans of rock music (I mean, my mom listens to Dire Straits a lot and has a soft spot for Alan Parson but that’s pretty much it), so my taste in music stopped at what the radio gave me. And then Green Day came along, American Idiot started spinning in my room and that was some sort of a revelation for me. This is such a bold album. It got released during the Bush presidency, 3 years after 9-11, and there’s such an intensity to the songs that it’s still an album that you can listen to today and go “it still holds the same meaning”. Without even a shadow of a doubt, this is the best album they’ve put out so far. This is a masterpiece, and it’s no short of a surprise that it went this far in terms of number. Let’s not forget that it also birthed a live album, several gigantic world tour, a European Arena tour, a play that’s been on Broadway for more than a year at the time, and a soundtrack album from the play. This is something that is bigger than just an album. This is my #1 album, all artists included. I don’t think any album can top that one for me, not only because it’s a masterpiece both musically and songwrittingly (i don’t care if that’s not a word), but it holds an extremely personal connexion in my heart.
#Live — Bullet in a Bible (2005)
This was filmed in Milton Keynes (UK) at the end of the European Arena Tour that Green Day did in 2005. I cannot even begin to count the number of time that I’ve watched it. I started a band because of this live album. Just like American Idiot did, this blew me away. It’s a shame they still haven’t put that much more live material out in recent years, because this is a band that is so good live. Anyone would tell you that they’re absolute monsters on stage, even people that aren’t Green Day fans.
#8 — 21st Century Breakdown (2009)
Anyone will tell you that putting out another album after such a strong success as American Idiot would be a sink or swim. This is a swim, and a very good one at that. Politically speaking, I feel like this goes even further than Billie went on American Idiot. This album continues to blow me away even after 12 years, I keep going back for a listen and discovering new layers underneath Billie’s lyrics, and I love it. I have a very soft spot for Last Night on Earth because it’s a song for Adrienne, Billie’s wife, and we hadn’t gotten an Adrienne song in a long while ❤️
#Live — Awesome as Fuck (2011)
I have a love/hate relationship with that live album. I absolutely love the fact that they decided to release some more live material, but I don’t understand what they tried to do with it. By that, I mean that I don’t get why the live footage we get to see has been taped in a different country than the tracks on the album (which are all from different venues and different shows across the world). That being said, it’s still live Green Day and it’s still so damn good.
#9 — Uno! / #10 — Dos! / #11 — Tré! (2012)
I know that I have a pretty different opinion about the trilogy than most of the fans I’ve met so far, but I, for one, absolutely loved it. That being said, the style is different from regular Green Day, closer to garage rock/surfer pop-punk than anything else they’ve put out. It reeks of live recording and club shows, and yeah sure Billie’s songwriting is not at the heights he was on the previous albums, but the songs are so raw and personal that I connected with those three albums instantly. That said, you can sense how deeply depressed and struggling he was at the time by just listening to songs like Lazy Bones or Nightlife. The entirety of Dos! is a statement, it’s a cry for help. So yeah, I’m fairly certain this is some sort of unpopular opinion, but even if the band’s state of mind wasn’t good, these albums are a good spin to me.
#Comp — Demolicious (2014)
If I’m not mistaken, that’s a compilation that was specifically put out for Record Store Day in 2014. Another bold choice for a compilation, and one I love because people often don’t know what demos sound like (and I LOVE IT). I hold that vinyl very tightly in my record collection, it’s a clear pressed vinyl and it’s very good-looking lmao.
#10 — Revolution Radio (2016)
Green Day returns to making bold statements and higher songwriting! This is an album I didn’t really connect with at first because I was going through some really deep shit in my personal life. This was also the first time I was gonna be able to go and see them live, and I ended up missing it, so that’s a forever burn on my calendar lmao. This is a solid album that holds some very good songs (politically, but also personally). I tend to view Still Breathing as an answer to the song Lazy Bones on Dos!, and it’s no coincidence that it was one of the most massive hit on this album. Bang Bang is literally American Idiot’s little sister. I feel like a lot of the songs on this album are answers to earlier songs actually, and I’m just realizing that now by writing it and browsing the tracklist lmao.
#11 — Father of all Motherfuckers (2020)
Until that album was released, I didn’t think Green Day could ever disappoint me. I was... well, I was wrong. I don’t understand what they tried to do with that album, and I’m saying that with love. This is a band that’s used to experimenting with different styles (I mean, just have a listen of Warning or Nimrod), but this... This feels hollow. This feels like they’ve been pressed to put out a record and they just went with the cheapest thing they could. Now, I don’t hate that album, I just don’t see the intent. Some of the songs are good enough, but they aren’t up to the standards of enough Green Day used to give us. I still give it a listen every now and then because I’m one of those people that think some records need to be “tamed” before you really start liking them, and I do like some of the songs (Oh Yeah, Graffitia), but this feels more like Billie Joe having fun recording stuff in his garage than the band being hard at work in the studio with a producer.
Okay, as promised, that got excruciatingly long! I do hope that was entertaining enough though lmao.
#I NEVER EXPECTED TO GET SUCH A COOL ASK BUT HERE WE ARE#inacatastrophicmind#green day#listen........ i told y'all i could go feral for green day#this is me going feral#i can talk about that band for HOURS#my knowledge knows no bounds#though sometimes i'd like to have some bounds
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I’m sure a lot of us sat down to watch the ol’ Snyder cut last night. Never saw the first rollout of the Justice League film, just clips, and “limp dick” is kinda the best way I can describe the scenes I saw. This new long bitch of a movie Mr. Snyder put together, well heck, I can’t lie: I sorta loved it.
I’ve been over super heroes for a bit. Wandavision, to me, was a soulless, directionless, themeless mess of a show. Marvel and its films are generally sterile action flics, with no sense of Rule of Cool or sexy to them in the slightest. They’re boring, and have been boring for a good long time. The last one I really enjoyed was Infinity War, but in the end I was just horny for Thanos and didn’t actually care for the movie itself, and that was after years of being tired of Marvel already. Overall, super heroes in film have become a bit of a wet blanket, with a few shining gems sticking out to say “hey, look, I’m actually trying to be art and not just the next billion dollar black hole on popular culture!”
The Snyder cut was one of those films I’d call art, like Iron Man 3, and Birds of Prey. It’s stylish, it looks good, the characters are at least workable characters, there’s a touch of sex appeal with some hot dudes who are actually allowed to be hot, and it seems to legitimately like it’s own source material- which leads me to say, usually in a super hero-type picture, I always get this feeling they’re trying to... market dumb, nerd bullshit to everyone. Well, they are, yeah? But, it feels like they find the source material icky, and they gotta “elevate” it somehow, to make it less nerdy and more watchable by Steve Rickson at the local sports bar. Mr. Snyder’s Snyder Cut the Movie does not do that. It’s wacky, it’s nerdy as fuck, and it slaps you in the face with the whole Gods & Monsters aesthetic. It’s fun!
Of course, there are some things I didn’t like. I actually didn’t mind the four hour run time. I didn’t feel it. I usually feel time passing in movies real bad. Ask me wife, my usual review of any film is “coulda been an hour shorter,” or “man I wish they cut a third of this movie out.” I like short flicks. Never been a fan of the three hour blockbuster. Snyder’s cut? I did not mind four hours at all. HOWEVER, the epilogue is kinda bullshit, and the final fight with Doctor T. Steppenwolf was pretty anticlimactic since it just had Supeloops come in and punch him a few times.
There’s also some inexplicable lines in the film. Like, some weird ass quotes in there that feel... like they’re trying to be cool, but the characters just didn’t know what to say? It’s not played for laughs, it’s just weird. Mr. Batman is told “I didn’t think you were real.” And B-boy replies “I’m real when it’s convenient.” Right, good one Bruce.
Oh, there’s this weird scene with the Flash, where he like, slowly caresses a girl’s face while he’s running-good. The wife tells me it was sweet, but it made me feel a little icky. Luckily, Big Quick never does it again in the film. I also think the Flash’s first few lines are dog-shit, but after a while the fast feller really grew on me. I like Snyder’s take on the Flasher’s power. It’s cool, man.
When all is said and done, this felt like a comic book movie that was actually trying to be one. I liked it, though it had a few stinky parts in there. It still was way more fun than Endgame ever had a chance to be, and darn, this movie actually knew how to do an action sequence unlike that last Wonder Woman picture what-with the kitty lady. Between this, Birds of Prey, and Aquaman, I’ll say I’m really liking a lot of the ol’ DC films coming out. Not all of them are sluggers, impressing me with their style and vibe, but the Snyder cut, Fishboy, and Funnygirls were all breaths of fresh air in a long decaying style of flick.
No part of me believes this is the film that woulda came out in theaters if Mr. Snyder got to release his first cut of the movie, but I like this. I’m curious to watch the ol’ flaccid feller’s version of the movie now, and probably will this weekend. I hear it’s a bit of a house fire, so I’m looking forward to it.
Side note; I watched the Sonic movie, desperately, desperately hoping it was a crock of horse-shit... sadly, the worst happened: I thought it was fun and cute, and liked it. And YOU VIDEO GAME PEOPLE, who complained, and got Sonic’s body changed... we could have had it all, you bastards. We could have seen that terrible creature FLOSSING in the Fortnite sense, and it would have been awful. But instead, we got what we got. You fuckers, you absolute basement hogs... suck on a carrot, you pricks, ruining the joy I could have had at seeing that Nightmare. It’s your fault I was forced to like the Sonic movie, you Amy Rose body-pillow having rodents.
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His office door slams open and a familiar voice comes through the doorway. "Boss! There is a horde of children, a horde of them," Nagai gasps, "outside looking for you. What did you do?!"
Katsuki doesn't even look up from his paperworks. "Do half of them look like they will eviscerate you if you get within ten feet of the group?"
A beat, and then, "Well, yes," Nagai admits sheepishly. "The oldest girl had stared me down like I'm the scum of the earth and I'd never felt so emasculated by a child before."
Katsuki slides out of his seat and stands up. "Yea, those are my brats alright."
"W-wait, what?" Nagai squeaks, face running through a gauntlet of horror. "Yours? You mean as in yours-yours like they're your kids? You reproduce? How does that even work—?"
When Katsuki gives him a searing glare, Nagai has the grace to look apologetic even as he doesn't retract his words. "Do I have to go over basic sex education with you?" he seethes as he walks up to Nagai.
"Uh, no, sir," Nagai says, shaking his head rapidly like a wet dog. "It's just, well," he scratches his cheek, "we never saw you with anyone before. Half of us either thought you were celibate and just obsessed with your work, while the rest thought you were, um," Nagai looks like a deer in headlights, "impotent," he finishes in a rush.
Katsuki swats him in the back of his head. "Stop fucking gossiping with the interns."
"Sorry, boss," Nagai says with a grimace. "We're just surprise that you didn’t just have one but several secret children running around and nobody even had a clue."
"I didn't contribute to their genetics," Katsuki grinds out, because he’s tired of going over this, "but those brats are mine in every sense of the word."
"Oh," Nagai says, brows furrowing. He opens his mouth as thought to say more but quickly closes it when Katsuki shoves pass him and heads out of the door. But it's not long before he starts it up again. "I guess that would explain why they don't look like you at all."
"What clued you in, genius?" Katsuki says dryly. "Is it their white hair or grey eyes?"
"Well, one of them, actually have green hair and eyes instead," Nagai points out, which earns him another swat. "Ouch."
Katsuki roll his eyes. "Shut up, you fucking baby. You're made of steel."
"Boss, your fist of fury can blow a hole through steel, so yea, I'm concern," Nagai defends as they make their way from the back of the agency to the more communal area because Katsuki prefer to keep them far apart as possible. Privacy is valuable commodity that he wouldn’t spare for anything less than absolutely. “I’m actually extremely concern when your hand land on any part of my body."
Katsuki snorts. Fuck HR and everyone who thinks fear can't be a good foundation to a build a work relationship on. His subordinates need a healthy dose of fear to get motivated to do their fucking jobs.
Or else they become useless like this—he curses inwardly.
As soon as they step into the main open area of the agency, there's a cluster of front office personals, interns, and off-duty heroes crowding over several small figures.
Their voice drown out all other noises in the area.
"Are you the Boss' children?" someone asks.
"Where did you come from?" another presses.
"Who is your dam?" A curious excited tilt to their voice.
"Awe, you're so cute!" A coo.
"This isn't a daycare," Katsuki snaps, raising his voice above the crowd. "Get the fuck back to work. I don't pay you all to stand around and do nothing." A series of whine escape but they quickly disperse back to their corner, but he can still their heavy gazes on him. Noisy fuckers.
"Um, I'll just go do something over there then," Nagai says, making a run for it before Katsuki can bite his head off also. Katsuki sighs, feeling a throb stirring in the back of his head. He turns his attention the real source of his headache—three menacing little shits.
They make quite a scene. Like pretty dressed up dolls, standing closely together with held hands as they present a united front against the world. Hikaru, protectively bookend by his older sisters, is wearing a baby blue hoodie with rabbit ears and white pants. It's fucking precious. If Hikaru is supposed to soften the world up for the slaughter then his sisters go right in for the kill. Yuko carries herself like a queen in her red laced dress, mary jane shoes, and a black beret on top of her head. Close by Akira doesn't settle for second best either. She has on a Ground Zero team jacket on with a GZ baseball cap on her head, a another GZ piece of merch on her feet adorned in his signature colors, and a plaid skirt around her hips. The brats are out in style.
It's an overkill, but fuck do they look good doing it.
Ironic, though, that Izuku can barely dress himself, but he always makes sure the brats look good enough to kill when they go out. No wonder they always catch attention no matter where and what they do. A sense of pride sweeps over him, because, yea, they're his brats too.
"Numbers," Katsuki greets them with a short wave.
"Kacchan," they say in unison. Yuko in her cold, detached tone. Akira chirps it excitedly. And Hikaru's voice is soft and sweet. They drop hand so Hikaru can wave shyly at him, because his sisters are too cool for that shit.
Hikaru quickly breaks rank and slams right into Katsuki's leg. "Hi," he murmurs, looking up at Katsuki with warmth eyes.
"Yo," he says back, bending down to lift Hikaru up and holds him over his hip. "What you monsters doing here?"
"Delivering Papa's bento to you!" Akira informs him.
A chorus of oohs and aahs echoes throughout the space. Katsuki snaps his neck toward the noise and glares at them to quite frankly shut the fuck up as Hikaru tucks his head against Katsuki's chest. Unlike his older siblings, Hikaru doesn't fair well under the spotlight.
"Papa requested that we bring your lunch to you," Yuko explains, words carefully enunciated and poised as though they can be pluck off of her tongue. Yuko always come off much older than she really is and maybe that's the burden of being the first born. All the responsibility and pressure, but none of the advantage. She got three younger siblings behind her and another on the way; she can't relax at all. There's an air of unapproachability around her that is indifference to the world but doting to her younger siblings and dam.
Katsuki and Yuko aren't close compare to the rest of the numbers, but a mutual respect is share between them. He's the one providing her family with a roof over their head and food on the table, and she holds her tattered family together with nothing but sheer determination.
She's good girl; Izuku had raised her right.
Yuko looks pointedly at a wrapped bento box that had been tucked to her side the whole time. "He made mentaiko for you since he’d said you like it."
"His first time too!" Akira adds with a grin.
Yuko scowls, bumping her sister shoulder. "Don't tell him that!"
Hikaru lifts his head up and leans closely to Katsuki's ear. "I’d tasted it earlier," he makes a face, "and it's not very good," he confesses, hush and guiltily like a prisoner on deathrow. “I didn’t like it at all.”
"Hikaru, you traitor!" Akira snaps as Yuko drops her face into her hand in exasperation. “Don’t go exposing Papa’s secret!”
"You shouldn't be yelling at him when you're just as bad," Yuko accuses.
Akira huffs. "I would never say anything mean about Papa!"
"It’s always you and your big mouth," Yuko seethes as thick black tendrils crawl to the surface of her skin like living tattoos. "This is where Hikaru had picked his bad habits from. "Inky shadows seeps from her feet and spread across the floor, pooling beneath her as several pointed pillars rise from it.
"You're so bossy, nee-chan!" Akira narrow her eyes, spread her stance, and raises her fists, lips curling in a sneer. "Maybe someone should teach you a lesson instead."
"Fucking hell," Katsuki grumbles, stepping forward to get between them. "Hey, hey, cut that shit out, you brats."
He slightly nudges Hikaru in the back to help him out and Hikaru, who is clearly the best child ever, begs urgently, "Yuko-neechan, Akira-neechan, please don't fight."
Yuko draws in a long breath before closing her eyes, finding that zen within her as the inky black tendril recedes back into her body. "I apologize for such an uncouth display," she says coolly, opening her eyes. It's a calm pool of grey once more. "That was rude of us."
Akira relaxes her tense muscle and drops her fighting stance. "Sorry," she says chagrin, but not completely appeased because despite being the only quirkless individual among her overpower siblings, Akira has enough gutso and blind bravery to fight anyone and everything. Sometimes even her own siblings. It's one of her worst and best qualities; she just doesn't know her own limit. "We'll be good now."
"Don't bullshit me, no. 3," Katsuki scolds. "You four exist just to drive me to an early grave."
Akira grins, rocking back on her heels. "But you loooooove us anyway."
"God, knows why," he says, pulling a disgust face at himself because fuck him does he love these little shits and all their complicated neurosis and hang-ups.
"And we all love you too," Hikaru adds, because he’s the best kid .
"Some of us do," Yuko corrects with an up turned nose, because praise from drawing blood from stone. “I may have accepted him, but doesn’t mean he is our father yet.”
Akira's head snaps to her sister as she opens her mouth to give another vicious barb, but just before that Katsuki quickly cuts in: "Okay, just tell me where are Deku and no. 2 first. I'm sure he didn't come alone and I already miss no. 2's death glare drilling a hole in my head."
Kouki’s zero tolerance for anyone’s bullshit, even his siblings, would be fucking awesome right now.
"Oh, Papa is outside waiting for us," Akira says as Yuko frowns beside her. "And Kouki-niichan is with him to make sure no alpha harassed him."
"What the fuck," Katsuki says, annoyed and beyond confused. "Why don't they just come in with you instead of sending just you brats?”
"Papa's shy," Hikaru whispers in his ears. "He doesn't want to bother you or cause you problem at your work place if he were here."
"You guys aren't mate or married so it would improper for him to visit you without causing sordid rumors," Yuko argues.
"And the fact that you three are here, isn’t either?" Katsuki demands dryly, gesturing to the three menace wrecking a havoc in his agency and the ears and eyes that had been training on them since their appearance here.
Yuko grimaces as Akira gives a sheepish smile.
"Mad, Kacchan?" Hikaru asks, mouth drawn tight as his voice quiets out.
"No," Katsuki answers, pinching Hikaru's cheek. "I'm actually fucking stoke." He turns to the other two and orders, "No. 3, go get Deku and no. 2 and tell them to get their ass in here."
Akira’s eyes light up and she grins. "Yes, sir." She salutes him and runs off.
"Here is what’s going to happen when Deku and no. 2 get here: we'll go to the lounge, grab a table, and you're all going to watch me eat your Papa's shitty food and hope I don't fucking get food poison, alright?" Katsuki tells the remaining two as Yuko makes a face and Hikaru giggles in his ear.
#bakudeku#stepdad au#series: numbers#or how alpha prohero!bakugou took in the widow of supervillain and HIS HORDE OF KIDS#fic snippet
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catch me posting my shitty wattpad oneshots from. a while ago. on here because wattpad is Absolute Trash 😔
yes it's Roman angst again I swear I'll do something different eventually I just. have a lot of feelings.
also writing remus is. difficult.
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Roman sat behind his door, unable to muster up the motivation to move somewhere more comfortable. Half of him prayed that nobody came to see if he was okay, because he was not ready for that conversation, but the other half of him just wanted to know that they cared. Because maybe they didn't. Maybe they were mad at him, or thought him too cruel, or too dramatic, or assumed he would just get over it because he got over all the other blows to his self-esteem, right? It's not like he internalised every single word they said to him and bottled it up until he felt like he'd collapse under the pressure, right?
It's not like he was already broken long before Janus tipped him over the edge, right?
But then, he was only half a side. Of course he was broken.
He told himself to get over it. He told himself to get up and apologise, to swallow his pride like he had done so many times before for the sake of Thomas. Because otherwise would be selfish, and he couldn't let himself be selfish. But the thought of talking to the others filled him with the kind of dread that made him feel like he was in anxiety's room all over again. Maybe he'd do it later.
The prince was rudely dragged from its thoughts by an obnoxiously loud knock on his door. He jerked backwards, squeaking a little louder than he'd like to admit. Great, now he couldn't just pretend he wasn't there.
"Oh, Roman~" A familiar singsong voice called, still rapping violently on the door. "Open the door or I'll shove this perfume bottle so far up your ass that your puke'll smell of roses for a week!"
"Leave me alone!" Roman shrieked, maybe too dramatically to be inconspicuous, but he never bothered trying to hide things from Remus. "And put my perfume outside, I'll get it later!"
Remus paused. "I'm coming in!"
"Wait, stop, I'm getting changed!"
"All the better!" He called (Roman didn't really expect that to work), and suddenly, his brother was directly in front of him and staring curiously at his bottle of perfume.
"Beep beep you sad fuck." He grinned, clapping playfully. "So, body shop... Is that prostitution, or human trafficking?"
"Get out of my room, fucker." Roman muttered, standing up and wiping his face with his hands.
"Ooh! Swearing! Very nice. I approve." The duke sat the half-empty perfume bottle on Roman's dresser, fortunately resisting the urge to down it all in one, and tossed himself down on his brother's bed. "Oh, you haven't let me in here in aaages!"
"I didn't let you in here this time either...." He murmured.
"It hasn't changed! Which is disappointing. Paint the walls every once in a while, y'know?"
"Hey, I have new posters!" Roman protested, motioning towards the plethora of posters and playbills above his bed and wondering why he was even bothering to argue with him.
"Boring! Light your chairs on fire! Cover the floor in vinegar! Replace the wallpaper with human skin!"
"Remind me never to visit your room."
Remus laughed, in that maniacal way that never failed to make Roman want to throw a chair at someone. Preferably his brother.
"You'd love it." He paused, thinking of something, before jumping up excitedly. "Hey, come to the mind palace with me, I wanna show you something."
"Absolutely not."
"Please?"
"No way."
"I'll leave you alone?" He offered. Roman scoffed.
"No you won't."
"Okay yeah you're right I won't. You're coming with me!"
"Wait, don't-" He was cut off by Remus grabbing his arm and a short, snapping noise, and all of a sudden he was in the image of a bustling city, standing on the balcony of a familiar castle with his brother at his side. His face lifted when he started to recognise it. "I- oh, I haven't been here in... how long?"
Remus shrugged. "You wanna go cause problems?"
"I- wh- no!" Roman spluttered. "The people of this kingdom respect me, as their prince, knight in shining armour, and hero in residence. I refuse to cause problems for my-"
"Oh, grow a pair! You know you want to."
"I do not!"
Remus just raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, maybe I've... thought about it," he admitted. "But I refuse to betray my people, as I- ah! Hey!"
Remus rolled his eyes, grabbed Roman's red sash and ripped it off. "There! Now you're not the prince. You can do what you want."
"That's not how that works!" Roman protested, already admiring himself in the mirror. "Actually, maybe a different colour could work... for now. Doesn't mean I agree with you."
"Great," Remus beamed. "Let's get you a makeover~!"
"Woah woah woah, I am changing the colour, not my whole-" He paused, sighing. "Outfit..."
He blinked. His reflection was showing something that he... would normally be opposed to. Black clothing, lined with red rather than gold; winged eyeliner and surprisingly alluring eyeshadow that he was almost 99% sure Remus had nothing to do with; and a golden sash over his shoulder. He couldn't restrain himself from doing a little pirouette.
"This... does look quite nice actually," he conceded. "I suppose villains do tend to have a... sort of... respectable sense of style. Well, most villains, anyway-" he glared at his brother, who shrugged. "And, of course, I can rock any look, so-"
"Let's go commit crimes!" Remus whooped, startling Roman to the point of almost being knocked over. "Pfft. You're still a wet blanket even in this outfit."
"Hey! I am extremely courageous, and good-looking, and heroic, and-"
"Not anymore, bitch!" He slapped Roman on the back - not as a supporting gesture, but rather just to laugh at him losing his balance. "We're villains today."
"Excuse you, but I did not consent to-"
"Too bad~!" Remus sung, pulling his brother up by the hair and practically dragging him outside. Roman rolled his eyes. He supposed it was just one of those days.
Roman hadn't planned on staying that long: really, he wasn't, he was just curious, that's all. The rush of nostalgia was simply too good to pass up, and besides, what harm could it do? It was all make-believe, despite how real it felt, and it wasn't like he could sink any lower. And so, he let Remus lead the way as he was dragged into an alleyway, being chased by a very angry (imaginary, he reminded himself, although it was getting harder not to get drawn in) citizen who had just been stolen from. Smug grin plastered across his face, Remus smacked her over the head with his mace the second she turned the corner, before turning to his brother with the same insufferable expression.
"Suck my spiky dick, Mrs Jenkins." He laughed, flipping her off as he caught his breath.
"Do you have to be so vulgar?" Roman complained breathlessly, barely holding back his amusement. "I'm sure you can accomplish the same goal without-"
"Hey, just because you suck Morality's dick doesn't mean the rest of us have to." Remus shrugged. Roman grimaced at the imagery. "If I wanna tell an old woman to suck me off, that's my business."
Roman paused.
It's gonna be okay. We love you.
Right...
"You know what? Eat shit Mrs Jenkins." He kicked the apparition, which disintegrated under his foot. Remus's eyes lit up.
"Oh my god! Roman! You grew a spine! S'about time!" He flapped his hands excitedly, going in for a hug which Roman tried to accept, but just ended up gagging and pushing him away.
"Take a bath, and we'll see about that." Roman murmured, still gagging over the sound of his brother's obnoxious laughter.
"We are getting out of here, we are setting Janus's shit on fire, and we are doing it now. Deal?"
He shrugged and nodded. "Deal."
Remus grabbed his arm. "Too bad, we're-" he paused and stared at his brother for just too long to be comfortable. "Seriously?"
Roman rolled his eyes and grabbed Remus's other arm, calling "God, you're slow." before materialising in Janus's room.
This'd be fun.
#roman sanders#sanders sides#remus sanders#tw remus#creativitwins#sanders sides fic#angst with fluff#angst with a happy ending#creativitwins being cute#remus being remus
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Fictober Day 11: “I told you so”
Critical role, 1025 words, Percy, Vex, Caleb, Beau, essek. Set in some nebulous post-canon near future.
"I told you so," Vex murmurs in his ear when the alarm goes off. Percy is already watching from an upper window as the two humans and the drow cross the grounds towards the castle, but he'd been curious to see how far they could get before one of his warning systems succeeded. He's pleased to note they were caught by one of his own, entirely mechanical design. He has nothing against magic, but there is a grounded sense of security and certainty present in something he can pull apart and explain in diagrams and numbers.
"You did not," he says. "Technically, you said someone would try to steal the--" he winces preemptively-- "floaty dream box." Yes, he had lost a bet. No, Vex isn't allowed to name anything else. No, he doesn't want to talk about it.
"Sneaking past all our guards and traps seems fairly fucking obvious, dear," Vex says. "This is generally what one does when one intends to steal something. I know these things."
"They look too official," he says. "Though I suppose they could be the distraction. If we finds little bits of bodies scattered across the workshop you can say I told you so later."
"Mmm, charming," she says. "Are you meeting them outside or in? I want to get a good line of sight."
"I'll meet them at the door, like a good host," he says, swinging his newest rifle over his back and tucking a handgun into his jacket. "Please don't shoot them unless they're actively trying to harm me, those clothes are not Tal'Dorei fashion and we really can't afford an international incident."
"I'm great at avoiding international incidents," Vex lies.
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They knock at the door, which is unsurprising as a tactic but surprising in that Percy didn't actually think anyone was strong enough to lift the massive brass knocker besides Grog. Percy desperately wants to open the doors himself for the drama of it, but he's not actually quite that stupid. He waits beside a marble column off to the side while guards pull the doors open.
"Flatten your fucking hair," Vex says in his earring. The doors begin to swing ponderously open, and he hopes the casual brush of his hand over the back of his head looks deliberately casual instead of slightly panicked.
as soon as the doors are open and hes not actively being murdered, he says "Welcome to Whitestone," crisp and faux-friendly, his blandest professional 'I am slowly dying inside' smile firmly in place.
"Lord de rolo," the human man says in heavily accented common. "I apologize we could not send word ahead. I hope we aren't arriving at an inconvenient time."
The woman is Cobalt Soul, and he wouldn't pretend to know the institutional societal relevance of the Drow's presentation. On first glance the human man would likely be read as in high-ranking military dress, but the closer Percy looks it becomes obvious that it is a choice of presentation, a style of dress that brings to mind a uniform but is not actually one. There's also fire curling around his fingertips like exceedingly ostentatious, exceedingly hazardous jewelry. The drow is floating a couple of inches off the ground. He's uncertain what the intention behind it is, though the smooth silent glide would likely be impressive to the average citizen. He does have excellent hair, though. The expositor wants to punch him in the face. He's familiar with the look.
"Not at all," Percy says, magnanimously. "I assume you are seeking an audience."
"Hey look, we did it, good job gang," the expositor mutters dryly. The drow elbows her in the side.
"Ja, we are," the man says. "We have, uhh, reason to believe that you have come into possession of a particular artefact."
"I'm sure you do," Percy says wryly.
"Listen, Your Majesty," the Expositor says, stepping forward, swinging her stalf slowly at her side.
"That's not--" says Percy, at the same time the drow says
"That's not the proper form of address... not that you care." Percy gets the impression that if his posture weren't so clearly trained into him in a similar way as his own, the drow's shoulders would slump in resignation.
"whatever, whatever. We're here to discuss the artefact. You're the kind of guy who likes information, right? So that's what we're offering. We know what it is. What it does. So lets skip the bullshit and jump to the part where we explain why you need to give that fucker to us as soon as possible, and you whine 'finders keepers', and then we say 'no really, asshole, you don't know what you're fucking with', and then you politely threaten us with your dungeon and Caleb sets the room on fire. We'll all have regrets, it'll be great."
"I'm so glad we prepared so extensively for this conversation," the drow says, flatly. "Thank you, Beauregard, for sticking so closely to our plan."
"Both of you shut up," the man hisses, the flames around his fingers creeping over his palms.
"You may as well come in," Percy says, waving a hand.
"We'd rather not," says Fire Hands. This one wants to do far worse to Percy than punch him in the face. Again, he's familiar with the look. But Percy's really not certain why. Not that there aren't a myriad of excellent reasons, but if Vex'ahlia is going to do a murder and create some sort of diplomatic incident he'd really like to know what it's all for.
"Quite frankly I really don't care what you would rather," Percy says. "I'm not having this conversation in the doorway."
"very well," the drow says, and floats in ahead of the humans. It's... perturbing to see a drow in the elegant fashion and careful courtesy that Percy himself wears like armour.
The expositor follows, gaze skimming the foyer with such efficient intensity that Percy would be concerned about anyone but Vex being spotted. The human man stares up at the sky for a moment.
"Sure. Great. Let's just fucking walk in, why not?"
A cat appears on his shoulders as he strides in, eyes flicking around with more subtlety and more fear than the expositor's observation. His hands are finally not on fire, somehow unburned, and instead he's got his arms crossed over his stomach, hands wrapped over his forearms.
This will, if nothing else, be interesting.
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Rumrollinsweek2020 Day 7 (Free Day!)
It’s still May in America, therefore I consider this entry to also count towards MerMay.
That this ceremony is taking place on land—in the very seat of their kingdom no less—is, Brock knows, nothing more than a way to add heinous insult to grievous injury and twist the knife of their defeat even more cruelly.
A gesture of goodwill, made in good faith, the Sea Folk’s envoy had said, a mocking smile twisting its lips, and it had taken all of Brock’s self-control not to draw his sword and gut the creature right where it stood.
Because this is nothing more than humiliation.
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Every noble and notable family in the kingdom had been compelled to attend, with exemptions permitted only on the basis of ill-health, and by the time the sun sets, there must be close to a thousand bodies crammed into a space not made to hold anywhere close to that number, and even with all the windows open, the stale air hangs thick and heavy around them.
The last rays of the setting sun paint the room with a deep gold, glinting off the women’s jewellery and the gold thread in the tapestries before fading away as twilight sets in, and for the longest time, there is no sign of them.
Until, suddenly, there is.
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“All kneel for the King of Land and Sea,” the same envoy announces coldly from the door, and Brock bites the inside of his cheek as he lowers himself to his knees.
But he doesn’t look down or look away as the group approaches. They are a conquered nation, but their spirit has not been broken. This humiliation was expected and it will be endured—as will all the others.
So he stares straight ahead as ten of the creatures approach the dais. The one that has styled himself ‘King’ is in front, and Brock doesn’t need to know anything about mer physiology to know that he is older than the very stones of their keep. He is gaunt and his face is heavily lined, but there is nothing frail-looking about him, and he moves with the easy confidence of a tried and tested ruler.
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Beside him, the Queen gasps softly.
Her eyes are no doubt also fixed on the incongruous shards of red, silver and blue that adorn the King’s armour, and that her heart must be breaking all over again to see the remnants of her husband’s shield degraded in such a way.
The mer stops at the edge of the dais, and looks them over with pale, keen eyes before turning to the Queen.
“My lady,” it rasps, the words gentler than Brock had thought they would be.
It holds out a hand expectantly and she takes it in hers and raises it to her lips with practised ease, as though this isn’t just the latest in the long series of humiliations.
“My King graces us with his presence and his mercy,” she replies, her voice carrying through the room.
---
In the end, of the act of swearing fealty to the Sea Folk is easy enough.
They are just words, after all. Words Brock has heard spoken hundreds of times—has watched being spoken hundreds of times—only now he is the one on his knees swearing himself to a new master.
“I promise on my faith,” he recites dully, “that I will in the future be faithful to my lord, never cause him harm and will observe my homage to him completely against all persons in good faith and without deceit.”
Even if they taste like ash on his tongue, they are just words.
The old mer smiles, showing off razor-sharp fangs.
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The feast is a subdued affair.
Brock is sat next to the King, with the Queen on the mer’s other side. Almost all of the King’s retinue are standing guard, but one is sitting opposite them. He’s a tall, powerfully-built warrior, and he proudly displays the tally of his kills inked in intricate swirls across his torso.
In a way, he reminds Brock of the late Lord Rogers, although he is clean-shaven, and his hair is dark and kept long. There’s a nasty scar that stretches from the corner of his mouth down onto his jaw, and Brock finds a vicious sense of satisfaction in imagining that it was one of his soldiers who managed to tear the fucker’s face open before they died.
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“What is this?”
Brock looks up from his plate to find Scarface pointing at one of the dishes that has been brought out, and sighs.
The mer is endlessly curious about everything on the table, and seemingly completely disinterested in asking anyone other than Brock, despite his half-sisters’ presence on either side.
Scarface points at the dish again, once he knows he has Brock’s attention. “What is its name?” His voice is softer than that of the King’s, almost musical, and completely at odds with the rest of his demeanour.
“Rabbit,” Brock bites out, and the mer repeats the word softly to itself, although Brock has no idea if it even knows what a rabbit is.
“It’s very nice,” Maria pipes up from beside the warrior. She gulps when his attention turns to her, cringing in on herself under his gaze.
Scarface watches her for a moment and then turns back to Brock. “Is it nice?” he asks.
“Sure.” Brock shrugs. “Tastes like chicken.”
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He knows the argument must be carrying beyond these four walls, but he cannot bring himself to care who hears them.
“You cannot do this!” he shouts. “I am your heir, for Christ’s sake! This is my kingdom, and you cannot—”
The Queen cuts him off with a sharp look. “He chose you,” is all she says. She has always played her cards close to her chest, but over the years Brock has learnt how to read her, and there’s something in her eyes that looks close to relief.
He shakes his head. “I am your heir,” he repeats numbly. “You cannot ask me to do this.”
“No,” she agrees. “I am not asking. The peace will be sealed by marriage, as was always the intention.”
“But not to me!” Brock seethes. “Not to the Crown Prince! To Natasha or Maria, or even Sharon once she is old—"
And that’s enough to snap the Queen’s iron-clad control. “They are my daughters!” she thunders, and Brock reels backwards as sudden, terrible understanding dawns.
“They are your daughters,” he whispers slowly, “and I am not your son.”
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FFT: follow me; baron corbin
Notes:
So this one was sent on my main by @rampagewriting and at first, this idea to write reclusive!alpha biker Baron came. And then it took kind of a little red riding hood turn? I liked it, so here it is. And yeah.. more than likely, I’m going to actually visit this idea at some point.
Summary:
Claudia is lost in the forest after following a scent. That scent lead her to a sprained ankle and along came her true mate, Baron Corbin.. A reclusive biker who lives in a cabin nearby and for days, had been prowling the woods in his animal form. Baron takes her back to his place and nurses her injury.
Warning:
uhh... cranky reclusive werewolf biker man? fluffy banter?
Pairing:
Baron Corbin x OFC, Claudia
“Follow
me, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. Now it’s dark and cold
and I’m lost in the fucking forest in the middle of nowhere.
Fuckers.” as she said it, she heard a twig pop nearby. Tensing all
over, she froze in the clearing, turning every which way.
“Okay,
look. This was cute five minutes ago. It’s not cute anymore!”
Claudia paced the forest, eyes darting around at every little sound.
A few seconds passed and she decided to try again.
“You
can all come out now, this isn’t funny. You know I hate the
dark..and being cold… and the woods… Anyone? Okay, you got me.”
Nothing.
Not even a bird’s call. Not even a breeze. And then quietly,
another twig popped. Claudia tensed and caught her breath, turning in
the direction she thought she’d heard the quiet noise in.
Nothing.
“Assholes.”
Claudia started to walk in what she thought was the direction she’d
come in and just as she took a fourth step, she heard the snap of a
twig, closer this time. Claudia froze and after a second or two of
mental preparation, she slowly turned around.
The
wolf stood there, eyes fixed on her intently, it’s head tilted. It
gave the wolf a curious expression, almost as if it were trying to
figure out just what the hell she was even doing there. Claudia took
a step back carefully and the heel of her boot caught on a rock. She
landed on her ass in the dirt and she hissed as she felt her ankle
starting to throb and a dull pain shoot through her calf. She made an
attempt to stand, but that dull throb only worsened and she sank back
down, swearing to herself.
The
wolf stepped closer and she tried to scoot away. The wolf seemed to
pick up on her fear and it settled on it’s hind end, watching her
with that same curious expression. Claudia glanced towards the animal
and bit her lip, speaking up. “P-please… Just don’t eat me. I
can almost one hundred percent promise you that I won’t taste good.
Not even a little bit. Shoo!”
The
wolf continued to sit, whining quietly, despite her trying to shoo it
away.
And
then, it happened.. The voice was deep and quiet, almost soothing in
a way, despite it’s definite rough and growly tone… But she heard
it, plain as someone had been speaking to her aloud.
… Close
your eyes…
She
raised a brow, studying the wolf intently. She wasn’t even sure
exactly why she thought the wolf was the source of the voice, but
deep down, she just knew somehow. “No, there’s no way. You’re
just scared, you probably imagined it.”
She
gave a nervous laugh, because who does that, sitting in the forest at
night alone and injured… and talking to themselves.
…
apparently,
i do…
She
felt this heavy and slow burning heat settling into the pit of her
stomach, which did nothing to help it’s nervous churning. Her skin
felt tighter.
As
a result, she wound up tugging off the leather jacket she was wearing
as she had the passing thought that it wasn’t really that warm to
begin with. She hissed as the chilly night air hit her bare arms and
she eyed the wolf who hadn’t moved. It stared right back at her,
ears perked, head tilting ever so slightly as it whined.
… will
ya stop being stubborn? Do what I ask…
She
wasn’t sure why she chose to do it, but she found herself closing
her eyes and answering the command mentally, “
my
eyes are closed. Just… don’t… like… eat me.”
… if
i were gonna eat you, I’d have done it an hour ago when I first
caught your scent…don’t
open your eyes… otherwise, this is gonna get even weirder…
‘ weirder
than me… doing this… lost and alone and hurt in the woods at
night?’
The
snort from nearby had Claudia peeking through mostly closed eyes. The
wolf had apparently made the noise, almost as if it were agreeing
with her. She grumbled and raised her hands, using them to cover her
eyes. “Better?”
… yeah,
for now… I’m gonna need you not to scream too… when you uncover
your eyes…
Claudia
counted to 3 slowly and then she started to lower her hands
cautiously. The wolf was gone and a massive man stood there in it’s
place, his leather vest and second skin jeans making him seem as if
he stepped off the cover of one of her stupid books that she’d left
back at the cabin.
“I…who
are you? What happened to the wolf?”
“You
ask too many questions.” the man stepped closer in one easy stride,
bending and picking her up bridal style. Claudia wiped at her mouth,
the scent of him was strong and enveloped her. She remembered an
earlier stop on the trail, when she’d gotten too hot and she’d
had to sit down and catch her breath.. She smelled the same smell on
the wind then and secretly, she’d spent the remainder of the hike
trying to catch it again, wondering what it was.
The
thought prompted her next question.
“Were
you… following me and my friends earlier?”
“You
can say that, kinda.” the man started to walk towards a grouping of
trees, carrying her. He grunted to himself when she mumbled something
about this having been one hell of a weird camping trip so far before
falling silent, her head against his neck and shoulder until she
raised it to ask one more question.
“What’s
your.. Name? I mean, if you’re gonna take me god knows where…”
“To
my cabin, but continue..”
“I
just.. I wanna know your name. Mine is Claudia.”
“Claudia.”
the man repeated, and something about the way he said it sent a
fluttery sensation right to the pit of her stomach. His mouth turned
upward in a smirk and after a few more seconds of walking, he
answered quietly, “Name’s Baron. I live out here.”
“Baron..
So.. do you do this often?”
“Never,
actually. Figured there’s a first time for everything though.”
Baron stepped through the treeline and Claudia eyed the cabin and
then him, a brow raised.
“You
live here?”
“It’s
quiet.”
“Mhmm..”
He
carried her up the steps and stopped at the door, throwing it open. A
Great Dane ran past, heading for the trees before bolting back to
him. “Hey, whoa.. Down X. We gotta get our guest inside.”
“I’m…
fine.. I can.. try to text my friends, something. I don’t wanna be
in your way.”
“You’re
not. And you’re not goin anywhere until I get a look at your
ankle.” Baron answered as he put her onto a black leather couch and
walked into the next room, emerging a minute or two later with a beer
and a box.
He
sat on the table in front of her, picking up her boot clad foot and
putting it on his thigh, loosening the laces and hissing at the sight
of swollen ankle as he gingerly tugged at the boot to pull it off. It
hit the floor with a quiet thud and Claudia managed to mumble,
“Thanks.. For bringing me back here.. I mean, if you’re not gonna
kill me or whatever.”
Baron
snorted, stopping short to stare at her a few seconds. “ That’s
cute.”
“Well,
I mean.. you never know?”
“If
I were gonna kill you, I’d have just done it.. back there… When I
was the wolf.”
Claudia
blinked and stammered. “You.. You were… Wait, what?”
“I
was the wolf you saw.. I’m the wolf you’ve been hearing at
night..” Baron
stated as his gaze shifted back down to her ankle and he shook his
head. “It’s sprained.”
“That’s
obvious.”
Baron
met her gaze and bit his lip, leaning in. His hand raised and Claudia
stared intently, following it’s path as he reached out and smoothed
his hand over her hair, coming away with a twig. She got the distinct
feeling that there was something he wasn’t saying, and that it was
something huge, but for the moment, she was more or less focusing on
the dull throbbing pain in her ankle.
And,
of course, the way it somehow managed to spread upward, making her
cunt throb too. Baron gave an amused smirk as he chuckled quietly.
… ya
know I can kinda sense what mood you’re in, right?… my,
my, my… what a dirty little mind you’ve got there…
When
he did it again, Claudia gave him a dirty look and took a deep
breath.
“How
are you doing that?”
“ ‘t’s
part of what I am.. The animal, I mean.” his tone was lazy and he
reached down, picking up the beer and taking a long sip. Despite
herself, Claudia’s eyes were drawn to his neck… To his mouth and
the way his swallowing the beer called attention to his
lips.
“If
ya wanna kiss me, darlin… all you gotta do is do it.”
#baron corbin fanfiction#baron corbin fanfic#baron corbin fic#baron corbin oneshot#baron corbin imagine#// strong alpha and omega dynamics at play here#// not even gonna lie I do wanna write a full on recluse!biker baron fic
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CEO; the C is for Cunt
✨summary: Baekhyun...you mean Mr. B, was somehow always making you perplexed. You never understood why until he got you alone exposing your own secrets to yourself.
✨warnings: NSFW, dirty talk, sexual intercourse
PART 1
You were in Mr. Byun’s house. Like actually in it. And not as an assistant or anything work related. The house was bigger than you expected but very Baekhyun. Although now you weren’t so sure who Baekhyun was. He completely caught you off guard earlier and all you could think about all day was him. And how he knew everything in your journal. Which was embarrassing enough to make you quit but he wouldn’t let you even if you tried.
“Must be thinking hard.” he said startling you. You were sitting on the couch while he went to grab wine or champagne. Whatever it was, you had no clue just knew it was a super fancy long name; Armand de Brignac Ace of Spades Rose. Baekhyun’s style.
“What?” you said. You didn’t realize he came back and felt a little embarrassed. Seems to be a common emotion today.
“I’ve called you 3 times while I was standing here and you just stared off into space. What’s on your mind?” he laughed giving you a glass. You took it and let him pour you the expensive looking champagne in a pink bottle. You shrugged your shoulders and took a sip. Taste was exquisitely expensive, of course.
“Maybe I can guess.” he smirked taking a sip. He got up and went to his bag and came back with your journal. He opened it up to a page it looked like he bookmarked.
“Today I had another meeting with Baekhyun. He wore a white suit shirt but no jacket and rolled the sleeves. It’s like he does it on purpose. His arms and hands are so perfect. Imagine going to sleep in his arms and his hands all over you. It’s like dreamland or some shit. But he kept doing this thing with his mouth. His fingers would rub over his bottom lip from time to time while he looked so concentrated. It was fucking hot. But then he’d pout his lips when he was confused. If duality were a person, it would be that fucker. The things I’d do to those lips. He’s probably the most amazing at eating pussy. I’d let him eat my pussy any day.”
As he read, a little bit more of your self chipped away. His smirk as he read your stupid journal made you even more embarrassed. The cushion of this expensive couch could swallow you whole for all you cared. When he was done reading he skimmed over it again before closing it and looking back up at you. You looked away fast and thought to drown yourself in the sweet champagne.
“I’m curious, what would you do with these lips?” he smirked. You rolled your eyes and played with your hands in your lap. Why was this so hard? You could write it down but the minute he asks you, you freeze.
“All kinds of things.” you whispered. That was pathetic.
“Such as?” he laughed. He took your shyness as a game and you were just dying of embarrassment.
“Why do I have to say when you can just read the stupid journal?” you whined. He smiled at you and stood up to stand in front of you. You looked up at him and watched him in all his glory.
“I’d rather hear it from your lips.” he said as he unbuttoned the top three buttons on his shirt. You watched him intently and his action made you notice something.
“You are such an asshole. You tease me on purpose. You do the little things that get under my skin on purpose. Well you know what? I know what gets under your skin. All those words in that journal are true. I’d love to have your lips on my clit. Your lips would be eating me out everyday if it were my way. And the thought of doing anything to me drives you crazy doesn’t it? I’m not the only one here who should be feeling frustrated.” you ranted. You were standing now face to face with an attentive Baekhyun. He stood and listened never once opening his mouth until you were done. He licked his bottom lip and nibbled on it. Cocky son of a bitch is really difficult.
“I’m very frustrated. I’ve been frustrated everyday for the past 3 years. You don’t get to talk about frustration. If I had it my way, you’d have been mine from the beginning but you’re very stubborn and would rather write your feelings in a journal than make a move.” he said staring down at you. You didn’t move, didn’t look away from his face. You were in shock. What was happening?
“Frustrated? Tuh. You want to know frustrated sweetheart? This is my frustration of three years.” he said taking your hand and putting it on his extremely hard cock. You flinched once you felt it twitch in your hand. You could feel the blood rushing veins through his pants. He was so incredibly hard and big you swallowed in anticipation.
“Now, back to my question. My lips?” he said squatting down. His hands found home on your knees than you parted slightly yourself without him asking. Your hand guided his hand up your thigh and under your skirt to your core. You were sure he could feel how warm your hand was and how much warmer your pussy was. He followed by bringing his other hand up your thigh to push your skirt up. His eyes traveled up your skin to your black lacy underwear.
“You have to say something. You’re so expressive in your little journal. What do I have to do to hear it from your mouth?” he said freezing to look at you. You are well aware of the fact that he felt your thigh twitch under his hand. Your resolve was breaking and there was nothing you could do at this point to stop it. He was right there and ready to do anything you asked. All you had to do was fucking say it.
“I need your lips on mine.” you whispered. But obviously it wasn’t enough for him. His eyebrow cocked and he just looked at you. The smart ass kissed your thigh right next to where you wanted him most. He smirked without look at you then got up and walked away. He just walked away. You let out a groan and ran your hands over your face. If this was going to happen you could just go home. It was no different from being in the office. But you decided maybe just be a little forward with him. Maybe that will work.
You got up and went to the kitchen where he was. He was eating grapes leaning on the counter looking like a king doing the simplest of things. He watched you sit on the other side of the island and stare at him. You were just trying to think of what to do exactly. He wasn’t making a move either. So you reached over and took a grape. Then he took one and fed it to you. Then you did the same to him. A game.
But the game was cut short when you pulled your panties off and placed them on the counter top. He leaned on his arms on the counter and stared at them. But you weren’t done. You climbed onto the counter and sat before him. His view was of you with your legs spread to him and your hands behind you holding you up. His eyes take in his meal waiting for him but he doesn’t move still.
“You’re so pretty.” is all he said before popping another grape in his mouth. You whined out of habit and felt yourself clench around nothing at an alarmingly fast rate. He stood up straight and pulled your thighs so you were at the edge of the counter.
“Do it again.” he said rubbing his thumbs into your inner thighs. His voice was low and all the tell tale signs of his frustration were evident.
So let’s skip to the good parts shall we? Your whimpers were a trigger to him obviously. And once you did it again, he did not hesitate to strip you. And within a moment he was between your legs. His lips were on you finally. And in your head all you could think of was your journal. The way his lips and tongue played with your cunt was like a dream. He was delicate but rough. He was eating you like he wanted it more than you did. And you were sure he did.
You wanted to tease him, frustrate him. You pulled his hair to make him detach from your core with a pop. You shivered at the loss of feeling but you were already this far. You closed your legs and pushed him up. He looked so adorably confused with his pouty lips covered in your juices. You had to try your hardest not to smile but it was almost impossible.
“Where are you going?” he said in the cutest fucking voice. He was usually so stern now all this cute behavior is destroying you even more.
“I’m leaving.” you lie. You were just leaving the kitchen but you wanted to make him react. Which he did.
“No.” he said grabbing your face and kissing you as a plead not to leave. So you didn’t. You weren’t going to anyways.
He seemed softer, more correct in touching and feeling you. He pushed you back against the steel fridge after pulling your skirt down. The cold surface hit your ass making you grind into him. Your hands were all over the place. Anywhere they could find place on him was where they were. But you wanted his skin and he sensed that. He pulled away from you and rid of his shirt and pants while you rid of your shirt and bra. He was back on you the instant his pants hit the floor.
“Jump.” he commanded and you did. He was surprisingly a lot stronger than you thought he’d be. He held you with ease against the refrigerator as his hips pushed against yours. His frustrated cock wanting you just as much as you wanted him inside you. You reached down between your bodies to grab him, to feel what you’ve been so boldly writing on about every day.
“Say it.” he said suddenly while his lips hovered over yours.
“Those words you wrote over and over again. You don’t have to imagine anymore. Ever.” he continued. He was obviously loving how you confessed to your journal about him. He found it cute and of course it boosted his ego. To have little old you wanting him everyday and living out your fantasies in a book. It pleased him but to an extent.
“Fuck me Baekhyun.” you whispered. His immediate moan after hearing those words made you say it again.
“Please Baekhyun. Fuck me now.” you begged. The thought of it finally happening making you needier. The chance that he stops making your hands hold his neck tighter to you. But he wasn’t going to stop; not now.
He kissed your lips with so much force your head backed into the fridge. It wasn’t hard but you rested against the coldness to heal the burning inside of you. You took the liberty of pushing his briefs down letting his cock free. You didn’t hesitate to take hold of his red tip pushing your thumb on to his slit. He moaned against your lips and you felt him shake a little. Next thing you knew you heard ripping and your underwear were pulled off you. He took your hand away from his cock and you watched him watch you taste his pre cum. He was going crazy and the noises were an indication of that.
In one smooth movement he was deep inside you. Your hole now full, extremely full, with his cock. The fit was perfect. His cock was smooth and thick. And you were so wet and warm for him.
He started thrusting without a break. He was slow for the first three but couldn’t hold himself anymore. Your hold on his shoulders tightened with every thrust. Your eye contact was lethal, you couldn’t look away from each other. The silent moans leaving your parted lips as his lips worshipped your name over and over again. His own hands gripping your thighs tighter everytime he went deeper into you. It didn’t take long to get you to the climaxing cliff.
“Come on baby. I know you want it. Cum for me. Cum all over me. Claim what’s yours.” he breathed out into your mouth. You whimpered as your stomach tightened solely from his words. Your nails dug into his skin as your eyes rolled back once your release came crashing down. Your back arched off the now warm fridge and into his chest. You weren’t one to be quiet when cumming but you literally couldn’t form words, nonetheless sounds. You came around him as he thrusted into you still. Your body shook in his hold. Your eyes pleading him to cum so you could come down from your orgasm.
“Fucking hell. Don’t look at me like that. I’m trying to savor this moment.” he moaned. Your head fell against the fridge again as your eyes shut tight because number two was coming. And this time you were welcomed with Baekhyun coming all over your stomach.
“Fuck!” he said as he pulled out of you releasing himself on your stomach. Your body shook from the aftermath of two amazing orgasms. You heard him chuckling as his lips kissed up your neck.
“What’s so funny?” you asked with a hoarse voice. You didn’t even scream not once but the silence was enough to make your throat just as hoarse.
“We haven’t even done anything in your journal yet. Looks like you’ve got some more writing to do.” he smirked.
#pcygoldenchild#exo#exo fanfic#exo smut#exo scenario#baekhyun smut#baekhyun x you#baekhyun x reader#baekhyun fanfic
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