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eggyrocks · 1 month

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hi! #71 (second list) with suna rintarou pls? thank you!

this one i am very very excited abt

500 followers special: #71 “Kiss me, quick!”

suna x gn reader, fake dating trope, parties, drinking, not smut but kinda slutty, suna is slightly possessive/possessive language is used, not proofread

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Suna's nursing a bottle of beer. He's leaned up against the living room wall at a stranger's house and he looks just as bored as he always does. "This is stupid."

They're in the middle of emptying a shot glass down their throat when he speaks, and once they straighten out, throat still burning, they say, voice thick with a slick coating of alcohol, "Well, you already agreed, so no backing out now."

On the opposite side of the room, stands their ex. Tall and handsome and a complete fucking dickhead. Just the sight of them makes their teeth grind together. The sound of their laughter ringing across the room is worse.

Suna notices this. He notices the way the tense up, lip furled up in disgust and frozen into place like a hissing cat. He takes a swig of his beer before he speaks. “I don’t know why you’re bothering to make him jealous if you hate him so much.”

They’re fidgety, smoothing out the front of their jeans with sweaty palms and trying not to look over in their ex’s direction. They give Suna a too-sweet-to-be-real smile. “Because. I don’t want to make him jealous so he wants me again. I want to make his jealous so it hurts his fucking feelings.”

He scoffs, and gives him a half-hearted eye roll, but offers nothing as a rebuttal, except another gulp of his beer as they lean against the wall beside him, closer than they usually would.

They blink up at him. "Is he looking? Can you tell?"

"Nope," he answers easily without having to turn his head. Suna'll know. He's felt those stares on the back of his head plenty of times before while they were dating.

It's obvious to Suna why it has to be him, out of all their friends. Because their shit ex (whose name he can't remember and never bothered to learn) never liked him, never trusted him, caused arguments over him. Their ex was obsessed with him, convinced that Suna wanted what was his.

And so what if he was right.

They groan, bottom lip out in a pout. "He was staring at me nonstop like twenty minutes ago."

"Cause you look good in that outfit," he says. "Probably planning on trying to get you back."

"Fat fuckin' chance," they chuckle.

They want to look over, want to see if he's looking yet, because they know he will be, eventually. Nervous energy has them bouncing on their heels. "Just relax," Suna tells them, leaning in closer, placing his free hand over the curve of their neck. The contact makes goosebumps erupt over their skin. "He's glanced over a couple times," he says, much softer now, "I'll tell you when he's looking."

Suna's close now, much closer than they're used to, intense eyes not leaving their face. The proximity makes their throat feel dry, and the nerves that bundle in their gut multiple.

His touch is light, and, for some reason, it makes their skin burn. His fingers on their neck and the intensity of his stare, for just a fraction of a second, makes them forget exactly what they're here at this stupid party to do.

Suna grins when he says, "He's looking now."

And it snaps them back into reality. "Fuck okay, kiss me, quick!" they command, trying to keep the panic they feel in their chest from leaking into their voice.

They can already feel the heat from Suna's breath fan across their face from how close he is, but when he lets his eyes flutter shut, they are frozen in place, eyes still wide open.

He leans in slowly, not at all rushing like they asked him to. His nose bumps into theirs, lightly knock their head back, giving him easier access to their lips. The lowest part of their gut clenches, and suddenly the noise in the room feels like a distant buzz.

Suna's eyes are still closed. His hand creeps up their neck to spread his fingers out among the roots of their hair. "You want me to?" he asks.

And they're not sure what exactly it is that Suna's asking. But they know that, no matter what the question really means, the answer is yes. They give him a nod in confirmation, not trusting their voice.

He is so agonizingly close it makes every inch of their skin radiate heat. "Not good enough," he whispers, just for them to hear. "Say it out loud for me, so I know you mean it."

They swallow. "I want you to kiss me," they manage without stuttering.

Suna's in no rush. He chuckles, eyes opening up for a second to take in their blown out pupils and slightly parted lips. And it's only after he takes a moment to savor that sight that he tightly grips at the roots of their hair, pulling their head back slightly, and leans in to kiss them.

Suna does not kiss them in a way that's meant to make someone else jealous. He kisses them in a way that's meant to mark his territory. In a way that lets everyone around them now, this person is his, no one else's.

It makes their head dizzy, like they've run out of blood, and now they're too weak in the knees to stand upright on their own, so they have to grip tightly onto the front of Suna's shirt, just so they don't collapse.

And maybe this was part of their ulterior motive, an outcome that they were silently hoping for when they asked Suna for help and begged him just to play along. But they were not expected it to be anything like this.

Suna pulls away, eliciting a small whine from them that makes him smirk. "Do you think it worked?" he asks, hand still tangled in the back of their hair.

They blink up at him, chest heaving and slightly breathless. "Did what work?"

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maedivae · 1 year

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Who was the worst, snow or coin?

Why?

Thank you. @curiousnonny

This will be a long post! But I have some funny little sentences thrown in there, it's worth it. I can safely say Snow was worse, especially with the prequel in mind but even just counting the trilogy, he's definitely the source of most of everyone's problems. But it's a testament to how annoying Coin was that she can appear in one book and be compared to the main villain at all. I'll explain my perspective on Coin but first Snow:

I think by nature he always had some narcissistic and self-serving traits, since he's an asshole early on in Ballad. I mean, in the first chapter he has extremely weird judgmental comments about how his cousin Tigris might have prostituted herself out since they're heavily impoverished. He's very morally pure, only thinking in black and white. Overall he's controlling in his relationship to Lucy Gray, as he gets jealous over any references to her having previous relationships, and pretends to have empathy for other people but it's surface level. Even his grief over Sejanus lasts a short time, with his only concern being whether or not his mom will still send him cookies. And then with his death he steals Sejanus's entire claim to his family, since Snow is on the verge of bankruptcy if not already there. It's not difficult to see how well he fits into the world of politics from here.

Although Snow was more ambitious than his classmates and rivals, he had just about the same underlying ideologies so I guess in that way he was ultimately a product of the Capitol and represents a lot more in the story. He believes humans are inherently self-interested, and when it comes down to it, anyone would be able to put their own survival above their own morals. It's what he does in the prequel. It's what he believes the Games prove, that the most innocent members of society (kids) are able to turn into monsters.

That kind of viewpoint is in opposition to Katniss's actions, so he's a better direct antagonist than Coin. Like, there's no way any of Katniss's actions could be attributed to pure survival if we're being serious. I know some people like to pretend she's an unemotional survivalist, but time and again she wants to team up with someone's grandma who's nonverbal from a stroke, middle aged computer science nerds, a twelve year old, a recovering drug addict who keeps her up at 3 AM, an alcoholic who trips on his own puke, and a lovesick teenage boy whose bone you can see protruding from his leg wound and leaking pus. She has the option to not tolerate many of these people she just never takes it. It's why the rebels liked Katniss to begin with! When she says she doesn't want Snow to win, she doesn't want his mindset to win. She bets on Peeta not having a flashback and trying to kill her because she believes that people aren't as bad as Snow makes them out to be.

So really I just feel like Snow was always the villain, Coin was more of a side antagonist, a secondary threat for Katniss to deal with after everything's said and done.

We know more about Snow than Coin, and we expect him to be evil as a dictator, so perhaps we may be more surprised or betrayed by Coin committing war crimes when she's supposed to be a rebel leader. But I feel like she wasn't always evil based on what little information we have of her. Just strict, because leading District 13 through an epidemic in close quartered underground spaces was probably rough. The same outbreak which took out her own family (she had a husband and daughter). She uses the same strict set of rules as we see District 13 under when Katniss arrives. This wouldn't be a problem if not for the severity of what it means to break these rules and the lack of equity in the presence of equality.

Like, Katniss has to fight for her Capitol prep team to not be tortured over stealing food. They were being starved in a room by the time she found them. She also has to fight for the victors currently being tortured and manipulated into saying anti-rebellion statements in the Capitol to be pardoned if they even make it safely to 13, no guarantees there, because they wait a few months to try rescuing them. When they do get the victors from the Capitol, Coin and Plutarch try to speed up their recoveries in order to get them back in the public eye to be used as propaganda. This means drugging them and sending them into a war zone against their consent. And that's not even covering Coin's barely disguised attempts to kill Katniss, endangering everyone around her too, then when that fails killing her sister instead because then she'd finally stay out of her way. But of course that doesn't work out.

Coin is very cold-blooded like Snow. Obviously. And she's really a symbol of what's to come if Katniss doesn't nip some of these rebels in the bud. Rebels who haven't even been in danger from the Capitol, by the way, since the people from 13 have been hiding in a bunker for 75 years. Coin, who suggests punishing the Capitol with their own Games, hasn't had to sacrifice any of 13's young to the Games. It's not her decision to make (and it's the wrong one anyways). District 13 is practically a separate country trying to swoop in and take over Panem with an actual civil war between oppressor and oppressed happening.

At a certain point in Mockingjay, Katniss knows Snow dying is an inevitability, the geezer is coughing up blood and swallowing it back with his wine and then taking inconspicuous naps at his desk. A light breeze could come in from an open window and get the job done. So there's no use in her wish of killing him anymore. That doesn't mean he's not as evil, because he's done far more over the years, but I think by Katniss going on a vengeful quest to kill Snow for a large part of the book to ultimately give it up is powerful. Because while Snow was the origin of the evil, Coin would've just continued it if she wasn't stopped. And she had only one arrow to spare.

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Also an aside that Katniss's motivations are mainly for Peeta in Mockingjay. What triggers her to go to the Capitol in search of vengeance is literally what happens to Peeta. She can't deal with it in 13 and she feels useless trying to help him, to the point where assassinating Snow is a more likely goal. What ultimately convinces her to become the Mockingjay is Peeta. I gotta say it!

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planets-and-prose · 8 months

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Find The Word

I was tagged on this by @k-v-briarwood, thank you for the tag!

My words are: Leak, Beam, Favor, Neglect.

I'll tag @chayscribbles, @n1ghtcrwler, @bones-and-rainbows, if y'all want to, and anyone else who does want to :) Your words are: Blue, Rip, Shine, Blanket.

Since Continuing Education really isn't...written, I'm doing Signature Powers so we'll see if that half-done, swiss cheese manuscript pulls some decent quotes. These are...entirely unedited, but I'll provide limited context when appropriate.

Leak (AKA the two local aromantic enbys learn about queer-platonic relationships)

“We…slept together,” Vandita murmured. "Overnight." “It…looks that way,” Hikari replied, trying for a chuckle. It came out oddly forced. “And it doesn’t feel wrong,” Vandi added. They also looked shocked at this turn of events, and that brought Hikari at least a little bit of comfort. Thank the gods that they weren’t the only one out of their element. “No, it doesn’t.” Silence stretched for a moment as the morning sun leaked through the window, spilling shadows across the room. “So, we…should we talk about this?” Vandi asked, sitting up in bed. “Maybe? Yes. I think we likely should. Maybe you have more experience in this than I do?” Gods, they hoped one of them had experience.

Beam (Exposition, and allusions to me being unable to NOT have a shapeshifting character)

"Niko, if we don't find anything, it'll be fine. You've been helping so the pain isn't as bad, and I haven't shifted in quite some time. I could live like this easily. If we find anything, it'll be amazing, but we don't have to." "But you SHOULDN'T have to live this way! You shouldn't! Your damn contractor…" "…is just one of many contractors. I don't have it the worst, trust me. It's just how things are in a lot of places. I should have known better. I asked for power, and I signed a contract stating that that power had a price. Yes, I didn't know about the bone issues, but…I should probably have known. That's just the way it is. Contractors have and will do much worse." "But it just…! Ugh!" Niko huffed out a frustrated sigh. "Still. If I can help you, I will, so we're going to try. Besides, travel might be nice. You're so used to running around in the woods, hopefully it'll be good for you too." Rose beamed. "I have missed the woods."

Favor (In which Vandi and Hikari come back, and Vandi's pronouns are inconsistent because they're she/they and honestly I did this whole thing in a month for NaNo lol)

Hikari nodded and gave a sympathetic grimace. “Overprotective father?” “You could say that.” Thinking of their father, how angry he’d be…how he probably had half the army out searching for his two errant children…it was definitely something. But it was liberating to not be associated with her father for once, to not have to be royal or perfect or even have to worry about it. The only person who might know about their royal background was Gil, and he hadn’t said anything so far. It was probably alright. “Well, I’d better go check on Seri. She’s…having a rough time.” “She does have a lot on her shoulders, it seems. She’s not really letting any of us in.” Vandita shook her head. “She doesn’t really trust that easily, and I’m trying to get her to loosen up. But it’s definitely not working.” “Well, time’ll do it. Go take care of your sister,” Hikari told them with a reassuring smile. Vandita nodded and left Hikari’s chambers in favor of Serilee’s.

Neglect

Apparently I haven't used this word? Ever? I checked like four manuscripts...so either Scrivener hates me or I'm not utilizing that particular brand of angst enough. So I'm throwing in a random excerpt from SP that I Just Felt Like.

Codell turned his attention to his quilt, examining the bright patterns and the intricate detail. Now that he couldn’t hear or speak, he learned that his eye for detail improved markedly, giving him an ability to sew intricate patterns, distinguish between colors and fade one seamlessly into another in a way that seemed almost impossible to achieve with blocks of fabric. Living in silence gave plenty of time to recreate beautiful mountain views in quilted fabric, bringing an art that was once thought to be simply “homey” into an art form of its own. And if people managed to get past the stony exterior and the strangely all-knowing stare, they would have the opportunity to buy a truly resplendent piece of artwork. Yet few did, so often Codell simply sat, beneath an awning so as not to burn his fair skin, sewing in…well, it was always silence for him. But few tried to talk to him. Today wasn’t an exception, aside from the vision.

Thank you again for the tag!!

#tag game #my writing #wow this wip needs edits bad #but you know what it exists #reblog

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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Side Effects | Bruce Banner x reader

summary: you never know what might be in the beakers at another chemist's station. you never know which of your colleagues might come along just in the knick of time to become the only antidote to your affliction.

word count: 3.6k

warnings: smut! (dub con due to sex pollen), semi-public sex (because technically someone could have walked by but unlikely), guilt/hesitance, kinda pining??, fingering, creampie,

a/n: yes, this is an accurate depiction of emergency shower protocol in a chemical lab and yes it is every lab technician's worst nightmare. thankfully the other stuff is not an accurate depiction of any known chemical, lol.

You wiped your forehead with a tired sigh, staring down at the calculations in front of you before using your pen to scribble over them before tearing out the page and throwing it away.

“You still do that by hand?” Bruce interjected, making you look up at where he was leaning in the doorway to the lab, watching you work.

“Oh, Dr. Banner!” you greeted with a smile, wondering if it was too ecstatic. You weren’t so good at the ‘playing it cool’ thing like he seemed to be.

“We have all those fancy screens and digital whiteboards, you know,” he explained as he stepped in and looked around at your work. “Not to mention the computer can do that stuff for you.”

“I know,” you scoffed, “but I always feel better doing it myself, on real paper. Not that I’m having any luck at the moment…”

"Here, I'll give them a quick look while you take a break," he offered, glancing at the numbers from over your shoulder. "You just get up and stretch your legs for a minute, doc."

You always thought it was sort of silly for him to call you that when he was a doctor as well, but you didn't complain.

Regardless, you were about to tell him that it was fine and you didn't need a break, but he was leaning in closer to take your seat and the proximity was so intimidating that you hopped up and went along with it anyways. He sat down and pondered your calculations while you circled the lab, taking a moment to appreciate how nice it felt to stand up and move around after sitting for so long.

"Your handwriting is…" Bruce trailed off, adjusting his glasses.

"Feminine and graceful?" you finished sarcastically.

"Sure," he chuckled.

"Yeah, just like me—" you started to quip, but mid-sentence you (ironically) stumbled and tripped, using a nearby table to catch yourself— but you accidentally grabbed onto a beaker, which tipped over and smashed onto the ground. The liquid inside spilled onto the floor just before you did, and you winced as you fell into the puddle of the unknown substance.

“Shit!” you hissed as you scrambled to get up, looking down at your clothes and seeing they were covered in the fluid, which was beginning to evaporate, or steam, or something. Remembering lab safety protocols, you instantly began to strip, closing your eyes and wishing Bruce hadn’t come in just before this. As you shirked your lab coat, shirt, and skirt, you walked to the emergency shower, pulling the lever and gasping when the chilly stream of water poured down on you. Bruce looked at you with wide eyes before being kind enough to turn around as you shivered and removed your bra and underwear, now completely naked and weakly scrubbing yourself with your hands in hopes that none of the chemical had gotten onto your skin.

“What is it?” he asked nervously, turning his head back enough that you could hear him over the flow of water, but hopefully not so much that he could see anything important.

“I don’t know,” you answered, “it’s not mine. It’s something Dr. Sutherland was working on…”

“Is it… are you in pain at all?” he asked, even more concerned, and you tried to decide if you could feel any effects.

“N-no…” you answered hesitantly. You felt hot, and strange, and you were covered in rolling chills, but you figured that was just the situation you were in— naked in a tepid shower in front of your coworker who just so happened to be incredibly sexy.

“I should call poison control,” Bruce offered as he reached for his cell phone.

“No, I’m fine,” you denied as the water flow slowed down and you wiped your face, confident that you looked like a complete mess— but at least you saved yourself from whatever was in that beaker, right?

“Here,” Bruce offered an emergency blanket to you after pulling it off a nearby shelf, and it was not at all absorbent but it helped with the draft as you stepped away from the shower which was still leaking the last few drops of water onto the drain on the floor.

“Thank you,” you nodded nervously, shivering and dripping and looking back at him with no idea what to say at all.

“Do you feel alright? I should check you for burns,” he suggested. “I— I won’t look…”

“Please,” you sighed, pulling the blanket a bit to expose your chest and stomach. He brushed his hand over the skin there, making you instantly whine as heat burned just under your skin, clouding your mind and making you crave even more.

"Did that hurt?" he asked anxiously, pulling away, but you stepped closer.

"No it's… it's good, it's so good."

He furrowed his brow as he looked down at you, putting the back of his hand to your forehead. "You're burning up, doc, you must be running a fever of 105."

"Touch me more, please," you whimpered. It was like you were in a dream, everything foggy and distant, and the only time that anything made sense was when he touched you. Or maybe it was that his touch sent you further into delirium; you couldn't be sure.

He gasped when he looked at your quivering legs only to find slick arousal running down the inside of them, threatening to drip onto the floor.

"Oh," he sighed.

"Please," you begged mindlessly, "Dr. Banner, I n-need you…"

"No, you need medical attention."

You whined and grabbed as his shirt, humming at the feeling of his warm skin just beneath. If the forearms that he often left exposed in rolled-up sleeves were anything to go buy, his chest was probably toned and tanned, lightly dusted with dark hair… you were all but drooling at the thought. "Please, Bruce… just help me," you pleaded, looking up into his eyes which were swirling with conflict.

"I can't," he shook his head. "I'd be taking advantage."

He must have seen the heartbreak of rejection make you wince, because he tried to soothe you with his hands resting on your arms— even just that contact making you suppress a moan.

"I've wanted this for so long," he explained, "and you— you haven't. You're unwell, you need to go to a hospital."

You sobbed a little at the idea of being taken away from him and examined by strangers, when you knew the solution was right in front of you. "No, no Bruce they'll touch me! Nobody can touch me but you, I only want you."

He scoffed, but you heard the weakness in it and you needed him to give in soon before you melted from your own hear. "You're deranged— delirious," he reiterated.

"It'll feel so good, please Bruce, I'll be so good for you— anything you want, I'll do it, I'm yours."

"Stop talking like that," he winced. "I can't… I can't."

"I need to feel you inside me, Dr. Banner, I need it more than anything. It's just gonna get worse… please, help me. I want you. I trust you."

"You'll hate me in the morning," he asserted. "God, this is so wrong…"

But much to your relief, he reached down and hesitantly slid his thick middle finger through your folds, gasping gently as he felt how wet you were. "I should t-take you somewhere private."

"No, need you now— right here," you pleaded, trying to chase his touch with your hips.

"But if someone came by—" he began to fret, glancing at the door; but his attention was turned back to you by your hands weaving into his hair.

"Nobody else stays this late, god, Bruce please I just need you so bad—"

He cut you off with a sudden kiss, which was enough on its own to make warmth bloom in your gut, but then he started to move his finger again and you shuddered with a moan that was muffled by his lips.

"Maybe I can make you come like this," he offered as he pulled back just enough to whisper to you, "would that help you? It'll take the edge off."

You bucked and moaned against his fingers, just those subtle touches driving you wild. "N-no, it has to be inside! You have to fuck me, I need your cock."

He breathed through his teeth, like he was almost considering it, but then looked away. "I can't," he shook his head.

"Can't or won't?"

He frowned. "Won't. I'll get you off with my fingers, otherwise it would be… too selfish."

"Bruce, I'm literally begging you for it," you sighed, the irritated tone that you'd intended lost in the moans he elicited by rubbing your swollen clit.

"I know," he winced, "I know and it's killing me that I can't give you what you're asking for… I swear if it wasn't like this…" he trailed off as you looked up at him with your bottom lip between your teeth.

"What would it be like?" you asked lowly. "Tell me how you would fuck me."

For all his shyness before, there was a brief switch in his demeanor as he leaned in, breath hot against your neck as he whispered, two fingers sliding into your channel at the exact moment that he spoke.

"So fucking hard."

You whimpered, knees wobbling a bit as you tried to ride his fingers— but he wasn't pushing back, wasn't giving you enough force to balance against when you sought more friction. "P-please, Bruce— I know you want to, please, please baby I need it so bad…"

"I know," he breathed, free hand cradling your face as his thumb stroked your cheek, and it was so needlessly compassionate, so effortlessly soothing that your heart had no choice but to clench at his tenderness. Other parts of you clenched as well, in much more literal ways, but the heart thing was more important.

You gingerly reached forward and palmed his cock through his pants, moaning when you felt how hard it was. "You're desperate, too," you informed him with a little smile. "It hurts, doesn't it? It aches."

"Yes," he answered tensely.

"I'm hurting too. I'm aching, for you. Please, Bruce, help me."

As he pulled back and examined your face, he chewed his lip and contemplated. He couldn't stand to see you in pain, but he couldn't comprehend what he had to do to help you. Well, okay, that's not totally accurate because he had actually "comprehended" the idea of making love to you plenty of times. But that was just a fantasy, a very misguided one that he only indulged in in his weakest moments. And in those fantasies, shockingly enough, you were always completed lucid and of sound mind and body. He sadly could not say that for you at the moment, and of course he couldn't because of course when you were sober and healthy, you didn't see him that way.

Bruce prided himself on his logic, his integrity, his patience. Suddenly, those qualities were falling prey to a much deeper, carnal instinct that saw this not as a predicament but as an opportunity. Logic states, after all, that it would be wasteful to have everything he wanted thrown into his lap and to let it go to waste.

"Fuck," he groaned as he kissed you again, fucking you faster with his fingers. You moaned and went for his belt, barely managing to open it with your hands shaking so much; part of you had considered just trying to rip the leather off of him, and with the force of your need it seemed almost plausible.

Finally getting his trousers opened just enough to reach inside, you purred as you reached in and navigated past his boxers to wrap your fingers around his hard cock. It was so thick and smooth and hot and you almost wanted to drop to your knees and take it in your throat right then, but you had better plans.

He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, grinning against you at the way you whined, before wrapping his arms around you and quickly instructing you to jump.

It was infuriating, how easily he caught you when you wrapped your body around him. Infuriating and so painfully sexy.

He never broke the kiss as he walked the two of you to your lab table, sliding the papers aside and onto the floor to set you on it. You started on his aggravatingly-small shirt buttons while he pushed his trousers and boxers down the rest of the way, and god his cock was right there between your legs, so close but very much too far away for your liking.

You didn't have the time or energy to get his shirt off, settling for just running your hands over the exposed skin instead. He grinned and watched the path your hands made, hissing slightly when they wrapped around his shaft— for a second you swore you could feel it throb.

"Don't make me wait anymore," you whispered your plea, sighing a little when he nodded.

"Okay baby," he agreed.

"Been waiting so long," you whined.

"Me too," he nodded, and with a little push, his cock slid all the way into you and filles you to the brim. Even when you were completely drenched, the girth of him was so wide that it stung, that it tore you open, but you loved it. Your head fell back and just from him being inside you, you came. The substance had you so needy and sensitive that that was all it took. It wasn't enough yet, of course. You knew you needed more. But God, he felt so good you could hardly breathe.

"Baby," you heard Bruce gasp, his fingers digging into your hips. Your chest twisted when he laughed a little, breathless and just teetering on the line between complimentary and mocking. "Did you just come?"

You considered playing dumb, but nodded instead.

His smile was apparent when he pressed his lips just below your ear to suck on the delicate skin there, his teeth trailing up to nibble your earlobe lightly. You hoped he would leave a mark, you hoped he would leave lots of marks that you could remember this by for weeks to come.

"Couldn't help yourself, huh?" he asked breathlessly, whispering so quietly you could barely hear it over the beating of your own pulse which echoed in your ears.

"You feel so good," you justified, "so fucking good, Bruce."

"You too," he sighed as he finally pulled back and slid into you again, the friction making your back arch instantly. "Even better than I imagined."

You smiled and wrapped your legs around his hips, forcing him to push deeper with each thrust. When he pushed you to your limits it felt like you might just fall apart right there, but it was so worth it.

As if that wasn't enough, he reached down and circled a thumb over your overstimulated clit, grinning down at you at the sight of you writhing and bucking wildly in his arms.

"Fuck!" you cried as you tightened your hands on his shoulders into fists hard enough to risk tearing through his shirt.

"Too much?"

"More," you pleaded instead, crying out when he gave you exactly what you wanted with fast, rough thrusts into your drenched walls. "Yes," you sobbed, "yes, fuck— m'gonna come, Bruce, gonna come again."

"Go ahead," he encouraged, voice so much rougher than normal, "show me how good it feels, baby."

It felt like his words were the thin that pushed you over the edge, as if your body somehow both understood and obeyed his command. You could feel a renewed wave of slick leak out from you, enough that you could hear the wetness in each slap of his hips against yours. His name was somewhere in the litany of curses and praises that spilled from your lips, your mind too clouded with hazy pleasure to keep track of what you were actually saying.

"Just like that," he groaned, "doing so good, fuck, say my name just like that every time I make you come."

An easy enough stricture to follow, especially when it seemed like he was all you could think about. He looked so different with his clothes half-shorn and his eyes dark with lust. He hadn't taken his glasses or labcoat off and you weren't sure which of those you were happier about.

His lips and hands were all over you; you couldn't even keep track of everywhere he was touching you, that's how overwhelming it was. "God, you're so fucking perfect," he groaned against your skin, finding a hardened nipple as his tongue explored you and wrapping his lips around it. "You are so goddamn sexy, you know that? I love seeing you with your legs spread for me like a needy little whore. I love hearing you moan and knowing I'm the one making you feel this good."

He took a moment to look at you and soak in your shocked reaction to his words before leaning in to continue.

"I love feeling you come for me," he purred in your ear.

"Then you're gonna really like what I'm about to do," you shivered.

"Yeah? You can gimme another one already?" he smiled. "Such a good girl…"

You really couldn't help it, it felt like everything he did only enhanced your pleasure— his words, his hands all over you, not to even mention his cock inside you. As much as the hedonistic corner of your brain was happy to let this go on forever, the ramifications of constant orgasms were finally catching up with you as you wondered how much more of this you could take.

"F-fuck, are you close?" you asked weakly. "Want you to come for me, Bruce, please."

"I-I'll pull out," he suggested, although the way he looked down at his length sinking into you and pulling back out, covered in your abundant arousal, didn't exactly indicate that he was willing and able to actually make good on his offer.

"No!" you yelped, pulling him closer by his unbuttoned shirt. "It needs to be inside, Bruce, please come inside me."

"Fuck," he hissed through his teeth.

"Please, Bruce, please, promise you'll come inside."

"I will," he sighed, "fuck, I will baby, I promise I'm gonna fill you up so good, you're gonna have my come so fucking deep inside you…"

"Yes!" you moaned, completely unabashed as the unknown substance had apparently absolved you of any shame whatsoever. "Yes, I want it, Bruce, I want your come."

The moment you felt his seed start to paint your walls, you felt relief begin to wash over you. Your mind and body relaxed, the overwhelming heat under your skin subsiding into a comforting warmth, the desperation that had burned in your gut satiated at last.

And that left you staring up at him in realization of what you had done, just as he looked back at you with the same.

"God, I'm so sorry—" he shuddered, moving to pull away. Instinctively your legs wrapped around his hips again, holding him close.

"N-no, wait," you groaned, "it's okay. Don't go."

"You don't hate me," he said, the exhaustion in his tone making it hard to tell if it was a question or a statement.

"Never," you sighed with a weak smile, sitting up to clutch his face and kiss him again. "God, Bruce, now I'm just wondering what took us so long."

"Our lab safety is just too good, clearly," he smiled as he kissed you again, pulling back a little too soon to examine your face where he held it in his hands. "Are you okay? You should still probably go to a doctor…"

"I'm already with a doctor," you smirked, "and his treatment was very effective."

"Yeah, that was…" he trailed off, wide eyes as if he were reminiscing about what had only just transpired.

"Sorry for being so… desperate," you cringed. "I didn't mean to… um… impose…"

He just laughed and kissed your forehead, making you feel your cheeks warm a bit; ironic that with everything that had just happened, this was what made you blush. "A beautiful, amazing woman that I've been dreaming about for months begs me to take her in the laboratory… really inconvenient."

"I mean, cleaning up these papers and the broken glass is gonna be pretty tedious, along with the incident report," you frowned.

"I'll help you with it," he offered.

"Tomorrow," you decided. "Right now, I'm taking you to my place."

"Is that so?" he asked with a bemused smirk.

"Yep. We both are in serious need of a shower, and then I wanna go again," you grinned wickedly.

"I thought you said you weren't feeling the effects of the chemical anymore," he recalled, voice tinted with concern.

"I'm not," you reassured, "I'm just feeling the effects of you."

#bruce banner x reader #bruce banner x you #bruce banner smut #bruce banner x y/n

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takamishinko · 3 years

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karasuno and nekoma scenario + headcanons for ftm reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: dead naming, slight harassment and tranphobic comments like using the wrong pronouns.

a/n: this was a request from @mi-ts i hope you enjoy this and this is what you're looking for :) i added in some headcanons of my own as well. pls tell me if i said anything offensive in there by accident, i was also super tired when i wrote this so pls excuse me for any mistakes :'D

karasuno:

i feel like the entire team is pretty supportive and definitely not transphobic

the only person that i could possibly think of that doesn't understand transitioning would be tanaka but even then he'll still support you in whatever decision you make

let's start off with the first years

hinata and kageyama definitely uses correct pronouns though i feel like kageyama might forget sometimes but he'll just use they instead

tsuki doesn't care much and i don't think he cares a lot about anything other than maybe yamaguchi

yamaguchi would be really sweet about it, correct pronouns 100%, no mistakes or mess ups. he'll probably pay more attention to you and help you with whatever you need

kinoshita and narita are both super supportive people so they wouldn't care that much but they would definitely use right pronouns and all that

ennoshita is kind of the leader of the group right? i feel like he would advocate your pronouns only if ur comfortable with it though

alright third years

suga.

supportive supportive supportive super supportive

makes sure your absolutely 120% comfortable with your surroundings and if there are people bothering you he's not scared to get asahi and daichi to square up with them

daichi is pretty lowk about it. respectful of course. always tries to help you with suga but doesn't end up helping a lot but that's ok

lastly asahi would be…

pretty nervous about making sure he doesn't use the wrong pronouns or make you uncomfortable

like overly cautious but you find it funny and adorable

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"yo y/n! what took you so long? practice started 10min ago." tanaka shouted from across the gym.

"sorry…i got caught up with something." you replied with a sad tone in your voice.

the team immediately noticed something wrong. you were usually a pretty cheerful person and sulking like that didn't seem right to them.

"woah woah, you good man?" noya said while tapping you shoulder.

"yah i'm fine guys, thanks." you lied.

"even a dumbass like hinata and king over there would know you're not fine, what's wrong." said tsuki.

"hey we heard that! but seriously y/n-kun, is everything ok?" hinata said while walking over with kageyama.

"it's nothing much really… some second years called me uhh… "baby girl" today and asked me if i had anything to do after school. they wouldn't let me go either even after i told them i had somewhere else to be…. and the fact that i'm not a girl anymore."

"they fucking what now?" suga said with an incredibly hostile smile on his face.

"do you know their names?" daichi asked.

"yah its f/n l/n and f/n and l/n…"

"those two sons of bitches??" tanaka and noya screamed in unison.

"yah do you guys know them or something?"

"they're in the class beside ours, we don't know much about them except that they're annoying as fuck. they've been making girls uncomfortable all year long." noya replied.

"oh… they must've thought i was a girl since i didn't wear a… y'know."

"that's still no reason to do that to you y/n. first of all you weren't comfortable with them flirting with you, second of all you also told them that you're a guy and they still called you that." asahi said

"yah that's true." daichi said with the rest of the team nodding their heads in agreement.

"don't worry y/n, we all know it's not your fault the binders don't work. no matter what you wear or how you look, the team will always see you as who you want to be!" suga said with a bright smile on his face this time.

a smile appeared on your face with warm thoughts entering your mind. knowing you have friends that care about you this much is truly a blessing you don't want to lose.

"on a side note, suga and i know those 2 as well. in fact we know their homeroom teacher too, i'll go report to their teacher tomorrow. he loved suga and i, we were his best students."

a small giggle came out of you and so did some happy tears.

"thanks guys! it really means a lot." you said to all of your friends.

the rest of the practice was filled with joy and laughter. a few days later you received a handwritten apology from the two assholes you were talking about.

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nekoma:

same as karasuno i'm almost 100% sure none of them are transphobic and they would all be supportive. same case of tanaka with yamamoto though if anything

after you came out kuroo just gave you his signature smirk and a big thumbs up and continued to do his chemistry.

kai.

omg don't even get me started

he is SO supportive and just the nicest person possible

he's not aggressively supportive like suga but he's literally just always there for you. before you even realize you need something he already has it.

water, food, whatever it is.

yaku (personal nekoma fav), super chill about it

"oh cool, just let me go tell lev so he doesn't mess up your pronouns."

"lev for the last fucking time it's y/n and he/him it's not that hard to remember."

bonks lev everytime he messes up but he eventually got it

fukunaga just goes:

":3 👍"

so precious, never messes up your pronouns and names

kenma definitely doesn't mess up, remembers it well and i think he would just be like:

"cool, make sure you let the team know. especially lev…"

yamamoto would maybe mess up but he's trying his best

inuoka and shibayama:

i love these 2 so much btw^

inuoka would be excited cuz this is the first time someone ever came out as trans to them.

shibayama is just beside inuoka also being excited and nodding his head agreeing with everything he says

in conclusion these 2 are baby

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"hey guys what's up!"

"ah y/ns here." kai said with s bright smile on his face, greeting you to practice.

"yo! what's up we're just getting started can you help me set up the net?" yaku said while waving over to you.

"yah i'm on my way give me a sec."

"kenma go help yaku-san get off your game." kuroo said while poking at kenma.

"give me a sec. I'm almost finished."

inuoka and shibayama were on the side listening to yamamoto talk about something. you and shōhei rushed over to help yaku with the net.

"there, all done. thanks guys. kuroo let's start practice." yaku yelled

"yah everyone get ready-"

just as kuroo said that, two boys entered the gym. they didn't look like they were up to anything good so kuroo stepped up and asked them what they're here for.

"how can i help you two?"

"we're just here to find d/n, oh there she is. hey~ you haven't answered our question yet, you free this weekend sweetheart?" one of the boys said as he attempted to move closer to you.

kuroo lost his shit immediately and pushed them away from you.

"first of all his name is y/n, second of all it's he. lastly if you don't have anything else to say, please leave, our practice is about to start."

"chill captain~ we just wanted to talk to this beautiful lady over here."

"for the last fucking time you bastards it's-" yaku cut off kuroo before he could finish.

"leave it to me. you, tall one on the left, f/n l/n from c/n right?" yaku asked.

“y-yah why?”

“your chemistry mark, 53% and you didn’t pass the test you took on thursday.”

“w-what ??! i don’t even know my mark yet how do you-”

“and you, the stick on the right, f/n l/n. you’re even worse, 49% as your total and your test? i’d embarrassed for you.”

“what the fuck?? w-who are you?!”

“yaku morisuke, 3rd year. the assistant for your chemistry teacher. now if you don’t want your marks leaked to the entire school i suggest you leave y/n here alone and get out.”

“tch yeah whatever !” the 2 boys said as they scurried away.

“yaku-san!! that was so cool!!” everyone said.

“don’t worry about it! it’s what y/n deserves” he said with a huge thumbs up.

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residentraccoon · 2 years

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Azerbaijan and Armenia idc if u release your songs after 1000 years, I'll still post my prediction for the semifinals and finals, thank you 💗

Semifinal 1 predictions

ALBANIA - Banger, definitely will get huge televote support. I can see Ronela delivering the hell out of this song. A clear Q

LATVIA - Oh Latvia how I wish you would finally qualify after 6 years. These guys really have the charisma and all to get some televotes. I feel the juries might kill this, though, because of its silly joke-y mood. Let's hope not. This is fun, but currently putting this at "Maybe"

SWITZERLAND - This is a sweet song that I can see the juries falling for it, but will probably crash with the televotes. I'd say Borderline for the moment but will have to wait for the staging cuz you never know.

SLOVENIA - Myeah...I don't feel them qualifying at all, I'm so sorry. It is pretty charming and jazzy but literally has no chance. NQ

BULGARIA - Same story as Slovenia, but replace the charm jazz part with boring dad rock done wrong. NQ

MOLDOVA - GUYS PLEASE MAKE A BATSHIT CRAZY SHOW FOR THIS I BELIEVE IN Z&Z SUPREMACY AND THAT THEY WILL QUALIFY. Currently "Maybe" since I don't see it doing so well in the tops so far.

UKRAINE - 1. Ukraine always qualifies. 2. They will also most likely recieve pity votes, 3. Their song is a fuckin mazing and I love it and it also seems to get great feedback...so Q

LITHUANIA - I can see the juries liking this (also I wish this doesn't get the fate of Crazy and Funny Girl in 2018 for also being jazzy simple songs but remaining in semi). Borderline maybe? I wouldn't call it a lock Q just yet.

NETHERLANDS - This is really well recieved and reminds me a lot of City Lights. I can see this safely Q

NORWAY - I see a KEiiNO scenario with these wolf boyos. Televote crazy with it, juries not. At all. Wouldn't be surprised to see them missing out in the jury vote as well (and what the fuck how did the juries not place KEiiNO in top 10 smh) but for the moment another safe Q I'd say, the televote will place this really high

PORTUGAL - This is another sweet simple song, but I have no idea how well this will do. Probably Borderline currently?

DENMARK - A pretty neat rock song. Could probably do ok-ish with the juries but I'm not too sure. NQ? Maybe?

ARMENIA - They didn't yet release the song but I heard somewhere that they found a leak and it's a generic pop song? Okay, I don't think they might get past the semi with that...but it's still nothing 100% confirmed. Won't label Armenia at the moment.

AUSTRIA - The live vocals will decide the fate of this. If she will sing well they're 100% in, if she won't uuuhhh...I still think they'll be in but I won't see them doing so well in the final. Q?

CROATIA - Same as Denmark, juries might like this, but not the televote. But I think this will do slightly worse than Denmark. NQ?

ICELAND - If this beautiful chill song in icelandic isn't qualifying I'm fuckin- I mean this pretty much stands out tbh and I feel it might either pull a Netherlands 2014 and do very good or Latvia 2019 and stay in semi...Borderline I guess?

GREECE - Yeah, this is in, I see this doing well with both televote and juries. Q

OVERALL

1st-3rd: Ukraine, Netherlands, Greece

4th-7th: Albania, Lithuania, Norway, Austria

8th-12th: Latvia, Switzerland, Moldova, Iceland, Portugal

13th-17th: Slovenia, Bulgaria, Denmark, Croatia

#eurovision #txt

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shineyma · 3 years

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I know you will probably deny this but it'll be no use because I am 100% certain that you slyly faux-randomly mentioned you ship Nell x Callen early on in my introduction to Nell, so you would ensure I slip and fall for them as a couple and you will have another person suffering with you the non-canon status of this ship. Because I have checked. They are not canon. And you are sinister. Plying me with your eagerness to help out by writing up a list of Nell-heavy episodes, meanwhile you had been planning my descent into Nell x Callen since I asked you if you recommended NCIS:LA. Now, you will claim that you barely mentioned Nell x Callen twice and you didn't even go into any detail, but I am onto you. You're playing a long con.

I'm looking forward to moving onto later seasons so I can read more fics without spoiling myself. So far, I've only read a couple and Nell's characterization was rather off, so I didn't enjoy them as much.

The thing with Nell's character is that the writers have fairly managed to avoid many of the usual pitfalls in writing a young, female, genius, small-framed, tech wiz character working side by side with big bad agents, cops and the like. And I really love and enjoy that. Some of my favorite Nell moments so far attest to how they've deviated from that cliche character. I will be sending you a few of my favorite Nell moments so far, in vague details because my memory gets even worse than usual when binging.

I want to go on record to say that although I would prefer them dating other people because I think they wouldn't be as interesting together, however I don't mind Nell x Eric. Maybe it has to do the way both of them deviate from the cliches of their respective characters, and in fact I think it's mostly that, but the point is that I don't think they would end up toxic as many nerd x nerd type relationships end up written. But it's still tired to do this kind of thing. Of course, I skimmed the Nell x Callen tag and saw some spoilers for both ships mostly in the form of commentary, and I have the vague understanding that the writers will unfortunately do neither ship right. Well, I'll just ingore their bad writing as much as I can. I just love Nell and Eric individually so much, and you've told me I have things to look forward to with Nell, and I hope the same goes for Eric, because he also deserves his own heavy storylines and episodes.

Can I just say, in continuation of our talk on the team's body count, that I've noticed another pattern where several people die from a single gunshot that normally wouldn't be fatal, at least within a fictional setting, and mostly it's good guys or sort of good guys? Like, you have Callen who survived five bullets all over his torso, right? a

And then, if you recall the episode where they thought someone was leaking or selling classified information regarding covert ops or undercover operations, but it turned out that he was only putting together a tribute for fallen covert operatives and the like, who never received the recognition they deserved because of the classified nature of their work, instead they were just numbers, and the guy's tagline of sort was "names, not numbers," and he and sam were on a bus together, sam lied to the bad guys that he was the guy with the classified info and the other one was the agent protecting him, so they shot the guy instead, and he died. From a single bullet. To the right side of his torso. Maybe the bullet hit a lung in a bad way. I'm not saying it's not realistic. But the others haven't had a similar brush with death yet as far as I can recall, save for Dom (gone too soon, gone too soon), and obviously they would be as lucky as Callen if it was Kensi or Deeks or Sam, but still, the single-episode guys that fall dead from one bullet in a spot that in fiction is usually not lethal... I'm just saying. In an odd way, Callen surviving five bullets in his torso while other men and women have died from a single bullet somewhere ostensibly non lethal, whether the bullet came from the team or someone else, counts in the end toward the body count of the team and this show. It's not the same thing but it sort of falls under the same umbrella thing, if that makes any sense.

Phew. Six short paragraphs. Middle name is indeed "laconic," thank you very much.

*evil laughter* Yes, you've stumbled upon my evil plan!! Obviously it was my plot all along that you would be sucked into the Nell/Callen ship. Suffer, nonnie, suffer!!!

But really, nonnie, it's not my fault! The chemistry is there! They're perfect!!!

The fic is....something, I'll admit. I can recommend the fics by danakate but otherwise I haven't found many I love. But to be fair I am EXTREMELY picky, so. There's that, lol.

I'll be happy to hear any and all of your favorite Nell moments!!

I do not ship Nell/Eric AT ALL, which is part that they give me fs vibes and part that, in my opinion, the writers handled them really poorly. For a long time it seemed like they couldn't decide whether or not they wanted Nell to return Eric's feelings, so a lot of the time there was awkwardness that didn't make sense when compared to other scenes. I definitely prefer them as BFF.

Yeah, this show is just.....yeah. They want characters dead, so they're dead. Or they want characters to live, so they live. Even if it doesn't make sense most some of the time. But what can you do?

Thanks for checking in, nonnie! I'm happy to hear all of your thoughts lol.

#amy communicates #my nonnies are the best nonnies #anonymous

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imagethat · 5 years

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Hey! Do you think that you could do a DMC5 Dante x best friend reader where the reader was previously in an abusive relationship and Dante finds out and gets kinda pissed because he always had a bad feeling about the guy? I'm a sucker for Dante fluff.

Dante x Best Friend Reader Fluff

Hi, I hope this is okay! And hopefully it all posts too, tumblr has been weird with my askbox lately! I really appreciate the ask and I hope you have a really great day^^

It was a stormy night out, which isn't unusual for Red Grave by any means. What was though was the sound of someone knocking on Devil May Cry's door at three in the morning. Dante groaned and pulled himself out of bed after a good few knocks. "How can I-" He paused as he opened the door, finding you standing in the rain. By how drenched your clothes were, he could tell you had been out in it for a long time. Your eyes were puffy and skin pale. "Y/n?" He asked with a confused expression on his face while he invited you inside. "Wait here, I'll go grab a towel and draw a bath." Dante said before rushing upstairs. Within moments you could hear the water running. He returned with a towel, which he draped over your head and started to dry your hair with. Geez, you were shaking pretty badly from head to toe. Undoubtedly having caught a cold. He contemplated internally whether or not he should ask what happened. While he was your best friend, he didn't want to overstep his bounds. "Thanks." You said in a soft voice while keeping your eyes glued to the floor. Before he could question you about what happened you added. "I'll… I'll be upstairs." In an even quieter voice. It almost sounded as if it hurt to speak. As you paced up the stairs slowly Dante watched your back with heavyhearted eyes. He wanted to ask what happened… or comfort you… but you seemed like you needed space. While you bathed he made his bed so you'd have somewhere nice to sleep then went to the phone on his desk. He had to call multiple times before a very annoyed voice answered. "What!?!" Nero demanded. Dante checked over his shoulder before continuing. "Hey, did y/n call you?" He asked in a somber voice. "No… Not that I know of at least, why?" Nero asked. "Well she… She came here, she had been in the rain and she was crying… I haven't asked what happened yet. But I was hoping you'd know…" Dante admitted. You shared a good relationship with everyone at DMC, and while Dante was your best friend, Nero and Nico knew you well too. Nico had apparently been eavesdropping and snatched the phone from Nero. After a few seconds of wrestling on the other end of the line and Nero cursing a bit in the background, Nico could finally be heard. "What was she wearing!?" Nico demanded. "What?" Dante asked before thinking back on when he opened the door. "Uhm… She was dressed a bit fancier than usual." He said, not wanting to admit to how much he payed attention to you. "Black dress? Cute leggings?" Nico questioned. "Yeah… How'd you know?" Dante asked, but his only reply was Nico saying something to Nero. Something about a damned bastard. "Listen, it's not really okay for me to share anything. Just stay with her, ya hear?" Nico demanded. "I will." Dante assured her. "We'll be by tomorrow." Nico said before hanging up, seeming pretty upset about something. Dante sat there in silence for a few moments. He didn't want to think ill of anyone, he had only met your partner a few times but… Why else would you have gotten dressed up, and with Nico's help too. He started to think more about it though. And if he was honest, he never really liked them much. The way they'd hold your wrist when he was around. Or how sometimes you'd act strange on missions and dodge his attempts to question you about it. It was starting to bother him a lot now actually.

You got out of the shower and dried off. Your clothes were drenched beyond drying right now, and Dante knew that. So he left a pair of his pajamas on the counter for you. They were laughably ill fitting, and you had to tie the drawstring on the pants tightly to get them to stay up. Admittedly it was pretty nice though. You examined yourself in the mirror. You were still shaking, and you had cried more in the tub. You scoffed softly at how bad you looked, feeling guilty for bothering Dante in such a unpresentable fashion. All you wanted to do now was curl up and sleep forever. Your body ached from how far you had walked. Closing the bathroom door as quietly as you could behind you, you gathered a pillow and blanket from the bed and headed downstairs. Dante saw you and quirked an eyebrow. "What are you doing?" He asked, getting up to meet you halfway down the stairs. "I… I'm going to sleep on the couch." You forced out, memories leaking back into your brain, instilling fear and anxiety that you'd be yelled at or worse for even speaking up. Dante carefully took the pillow and blanket from you before nudging you back up the stairs softly. "It's fine, I'll stay down here." He said, guiding you back upstairs. You fidgeted with your fingers as you sat on his bed. Dante sat down on the floor carefully and folded his arms so he could rest his head down on them near the edge of the bed. "Do you want to talk about what happened… It's fine if not…" He offered softly. "No… No… It's fine." You lied, your voice getting weaker with each word you spoke. He could see your nails digging into your wrist. Dante sat up and held his hands out with his palms up. "Can I see your hands?" He asked. You nervously set your hands on top of his. Dante's hands were leagues bigger than yours, and slightly calloused from his line of work. He traced the three lines on your palm. "Do you know what each line means?" He asked and you nodded your head no in response softly. "Well, this line," he said while tracing the middle one, "Is life span. And this one's achievements." He added while tracing the bottom line. "You know what the top line is?" He asked while tracing small circles on your palm. "It's happiness." He said after he got no reply from you. "So… overall, I'd say the fates look pretty good in your favor." He mused, smiling softly when he saw you chuckle. "You're so childish." You muttered and he grinned. "I'd say that's one of my finer personality traits." He teased. You didn't want to move your hands. Like this though, Dante could finally see your arms fully in his t-shirt and the bruises that lined them. Some softer while others seemed…. He pierced his lips before cupping his hands around yours. "Y/n?" He asked. You finally looked up at him, which you regretted immediately. When your eyes met his you were overcome with all emotions you were trying so hard to avoid. Sadness, fear, guilt. Dante was too good for you. Your partner had even said so. They had told you a million times that you didn't deserve friends, that you were worthless. To isolate you from the people you loved. You sobbed softly. "I-I'm so sorry… I shouldn't have come here…" you whispered out. Dante squeezed your hands softly. "No, you can come here any time. It's okay." He consoled you, moving up onto the bed next to you so he could hold you in his arms. He ran his fingers through your hair and tried to comfort you in every way he knew how. "Y/n…. Please tell me what happened." He said. After a few more moments, you finally worked up enough courage to speak. "I… I… well my boyfriend and I… We got in a fight last week… and he said he'd make it up to me, that we'd go to the beach together… I don't know why I always go back… but on the way there he got upset...he was yelling at me… I don't know what I did wrong… H...He left me… On highway 19… Shoved me out of the car…" Your voice gave out. You couldn't say anything else as you sobbed into his shoulder. Dante was completely taken aback. Highway 19 was a good two hours away from Red Grave… And you walked all the way back? He felt anger well in his chest, but before he could say anything you continued. "A-and he knows where Nero lives so I couldn't go there…. And I didn't want to go home…. B… But fuck… I'm so sorry for bothering you… I know I shouldn't have…" You stuttered out, feeling so awful for waking him up and making him worry. Being here was the only place you could think of where your boyfriend wouldn't find you. "Hey hey hey, you come here crying and you think the first thing I'm worried about is 'being bothered'?" He said pulling back so he could look you in the eyes. "I'd lose all the sleep in the world if it meant being by your side when you needed me, you're never a bother. Shit, think of where I'd be if I hadn't met you." He said with a soft laugh. "Still eating pizza every meal of the day, only taking missions when the bills need to be paid, and sleeping 24/7." He said. You laughed softly while wiping your cheeks. "Dante… You still do that." You said with a gentle smile despite your puffy eyes. "Yeah! But you know what makes my life different from then? You." He replied. He was being sincere, you could see it in his eyes. If you hadn't spent the whole day crying, you probably would have burst into tears that instant. Your rested your head down on his shoulder. By now the sun was rising over Red Grave, and early morning hues leaked in through the window. Dante sighed softly. "Better get some sleep… Thing one and Gremlin two are coming over." Dante said. You paused. "Nico and Nero?" You asked, knowing they'd have a lot to say about the situation. It made you a little nervous. But having them around would be nice. Dante nodded and gently pulled away. "Yeah… So I'll leave you to it." He said. But before he could turn to leave you grabbed his hand. "Will you stay in here? I-I'm afraid to be alone." You admitted. He nodded softly. "Yeah, I'll be right here if you need me. So get some sleep." He replied, ruffling your hair before making his own makeshift bed on the floor. True to his word, he stayed with you while you slept. Keeping a watchful eye over you in case you needed anything.

When you woke up it was well into the afternoon. You rose from the sheets slowly and looked around. Dante was reading a magazine leaned up against the wall. "Morning sunshine." He teased. "It's not the morning… What time is it?" You asked while rubbing your eyes. Your body still ached and your eyes stung a bit when you touched them. "Hmmm. I'd reckon 5:40?" He said. Not sounding too sure. "Maybe I shouldn't have borrowed your clothes, I'm becoming you." You teased since he always slept in. He chuckled softly. "Well if you're gonna take my place we better get some pizza." He teased back. You were hungry. "Pizza it is." You replied. "Perfect, I'll go order it then. Will… Will you be alright?" He asked, hesitant on leaving you alone now. You nodded softly, giving him a reassuring smile. "I'll be fine. I want to brush my hair anyways." You said, wanting a moment to yourself. Dante respected that and left you alone. You took a moment to sort through your thoughts, trying your best to fend off the anxiousness in your gut. You opened a window to let some fresh air in, then went into the bathroom to tidy up as best you could. After that you made your way downstairs and took a seat on the couch. Dante made your favorite drink as you waited for the pizza to arrive. You two heard someone knock on the door. When Dante made no move to answer it you got up and opened the door cautiously, a somewhat irrational fear that your boyfriend would be on the other side overtaking you. But to your surprise it wasn't the pizza man or your boyfriend. Nico instantly wrapped her arms around you and smoothed your hair down while shushing you softly. Telling you how everything would be okay. She knew what happened, and most of what had happened in the past. The day before yesterday you, Nico, Lady, and Trish had all gotten together. You really needed to be with them before having a full weekend alone with your boyfriend, and now ex. You four had a girls day, planning outfits and chatting. Nico tried her best to convince you not to go but at the end of the day you still left. She felt awful about it all day, she and Nero both hated your boyfriend with a burning passion. You hid your feelings better around Dante than you did around the two. You peeled yourself from her hug as she kept her hands on your shoulders, giving you a reassuring smile while Nero crosses his arms. Seeming infinitely upset, but not with you. He had a bone to pick with your boyfriend. Shortly after, Trish and Lady showed up, and so did the pizza. The whole crew was called, just to spend the night with you watching movies. So you could feel safer in their presence and feel the full extent of the love you had surrounding you. If you needed space at any moment, they gave it to you. The next day, Dante and Nero left. You didn't ask where they went but they returned with your stuff, Nero seeming a bit roughed up. Your ex had been home when they picked up your stuff, and tried to start a fight with the devil hunter. Claiming you had no right to leave, spewing all sorts of horrible things. Dante seemed visibly upset about whatever had happened too. So it must have been pretty serious. You never worked up the will to ask what happened. After that you stayed posted up at Devil May Cry, Dante having insisted on it. Saying you could stay until you found a new place to live. As time went on though, the need to move somewhere else ceased to exist. You and the legendary devil hunter slowly realized you had feelings for eachother more than friends would. For Dante, it was something he always sort of knew, but he was respectable and never made any moves when you were in a relationship. Despite the warning flags and how much he disliked your ex. Sometimes the feeling that Dante was too good for you would creep back. Whenever you needed reassurance though, Dante would take your hand and trace the three lines on your palm. You had no shortage of oversized sweaters too. Which Dante would pretend he didn't like you taking, but seeing you in them made him really happy. During the next few months your ex was relentless. But Dante was adamant about protecting you and helping you move on. He gave you all the reassurance and love in the world. Going places with you so you wouldn't have to be alone, holding you if you had bad dreams, he truly tried to do it all.

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Photon Blasts & Spider Webs

Chapter: 1 Part 2

Peter Parker x Male Reader

Master list

Chapter Summary: Cliches are seeming kinda frequent come your second day, and Bucky honestly can't say Sh*t

September, 23, 2019

"So, any new friends?" Wanda asked driving the two of you home. Yes actually. A girl Named Betty and some of her friends I think, I'm not really sure I don't know if they like me yet. Oh and this one weird kid Peter although he's more of an acquaintance though. I'm still getting to know him, kinda strange seeming." I then begin to explain my whole day and how it unfolded. "Look at that I'm so proud of you!" She smiles and laughs in a joking way. "Just don't blast any kids in the face this time." The burnett begins to chuckle even more, earning an embarrassed response. "Hey I was seven! I'm still mad Natasha told you. May she rest in peace." " "Amen. So wanna stuff our faces with food until we pass out" "Do I!!!"

September, 24, 2019

"Ok um... where to put you" the chem lab teacher mutters to himself. Then comes a somewhat loud voice. "There's an empty seat next to Peter." A random student sitting herself seemed like he didn't want anyone else sharing his space. She had wavy brown hair and a light mocha skin color, and she was wearing mostly black. "Good idea, wait. Where is Parker?" The teacher answered back, looking around the class room I quickly scan to see if the Peter I meet was to be seen. If it was that Peter was at all, "I'm here sorry I'm late Mrs. Watterson." Yup it was that same weird Peter from physics, and the hallway. "Good Y/N will be your partner from now on." The teacher concluded, as Peter began to walk to his desk I decided to fallow behind when it happened. I tripped.

Better yet someone had tripped me with their foot. As I fell I feel myself accidentally knock over some of the tubes and substances from desks nearby. Trying to cling on to my dignity, while accidentally bringing down Peter Parker with me. Both unwillingly but instinctively clenching on to his sweater Turning him around hoping not to fall we hit the ground, me landing on top of him, him laying there to cushion my fall. Unfortunately not doing the same to all I had knocked over glass beakers and cylinders crashing to the ground. Substances mixing in the air as I finally landed on him. Both of us cover in what ever it was that fell. Still in shock from what had seemed like the longest fall of my life all I'm able to mutter out while still grasping onto the boy was; "uh i-I." The situation getting a whole lot worse with my classmates beginning to open their mouths. "Aw My Shoes!" One kid yelled; "My Jacket..." an other complained seeming just as shocked as I was.

Speaking of shocked as the chattering increased the whole class began to lose control at what happened. No longer delaying the inevitable I look up at Peter, his face painted with shock, disbelief, and cluelessness but I couldn't really blame him either. And then it happened again; "Hey look Parker's got a boyfriend!" Shit it got worse. My face flushed pink in embarrassment, I immediately let go of Peter leaving visible marks on his sweater from where I was holding on, on his are and chest. Attempting to stand up I begin to stumble on my own two feet trying to avoid stepping on Peter sparing us any moment embarrassment, I storm out of the classroom my shirt dripping in what ever the mixed liquids were. All I could hear now were the faded noises of the chemistry lab and the teacher calling after me.

It wasn't until about thirty seconds later that I now realise someone is following me. I instantaneously come to a halt and begin to hold onto my elbows, hugging them when I realise who it is. "I'm sorry." I pout looking down at my feet feeling tears begin to leak, water beginning to glisten trying to hide behind the brim of my eye my nose beginning to sniffle. "I just came to make sure you were ok, um... are you cry-never mind. You probably don't want to clean up we really don't know what any of this is." He kindly walks over. "I'm in shock that's all I- um yeah that sounds nice, but I don't have any other clothes." I try to explain still sniffling. "I have spare clothes in the locker room. We could head over there if you'd like. By the way don't listen to anything Flash says he's kind of a dick to everybody." He mentions the name of the jerk who probably made the off hand comment. The for some reason really got to me. Resting his hand on my shoulder, slowly lifting my head I wipe the tears from my eyes. "Lead the way please." I faintly smile trying to look on the bright side that I didn't go crazy and photon blast anyone who was talking.

Following Peter at an extremely close distance to the locker rooms I feel six. I feel helpless, like before I discovered my powers that I barely use. I feel like the clingy 6 year old that would cling onto Tony's or Natasha's jeans when I was scared. The six year old that wouldn't leave Fury's or Maria Hill's side whenever we went out, or were at some secret base. The same little boy that loved having conversations with Maria Rambo about mom. Now that I've been 17 since April I still feel kind of the same, always asking Wanda for advice about things while watching Netflix with Sam and Bucky. "We're almost there" Peter says snapping me out of thought only to bring them to him, he seems really nice. Although I still can't shake this feeling that when we first met it was kind of forced in a bad not so good way.

He's definitely sugar coating something right, or am I just being paranoid. No he definitely seemed like he was looking for me, like he already knew who I was. "And we have officially made it." Peter snaps me out of my thoughts, holding the red door open for me. "Thanks, so um... you get into these situations often" I ask while he opens his locker not wanting our whole time to be spent in silence. "Well these situations specifically no, flash being a dick yes." He answers passing me a shirt with a printed photograph of the Avengers from a while back. "So which one is flash exactly?" I don't recall seeing who made the comment. Examining the black shirt more closely I see; Thor when he still had his old hammer, Wanda, Vision, Clint, Tony, Natasha, Rhodey, & Sam. Wow if I put this on I'll never hear the end of it when I get home. "He was the one that tripped you, that's Taylor Swift right?" What? Giving him a confused look he points to my now ruined shirt. Running my hand through my h/c messy hair, I look realizing the shirt I'm wearing had the initials T.s. with seagulls on it. And a faded blue and pink sky background that was now stained. "Oh yes 1989" I smile, only faintly however now seeing that my shirt is most likely not gonna clean out. "You're gonna put that on? Right?" I look back up only to find Peter half shirtless finding out he's refereeing to your shirt. Blushing intensely at his um... you know, I quickly turn around taking off my shirt and put the one he gave me on as quickly as possible.

Taking one last deep breath before turning back around to see him what I think is intensely staring. As my blushing intensifies I accidentally let words slip. "Were you looking?" "What! Um no, were you um, looking" he fumbled a bit "no." I mumble a bit feeling a bit insecure. Not that I wasn't fit I mean I had a little bit of muscle but I'm not fit-fit if that makes sense. "Um thanks a lot, I really appreciate it" I look at his shirt with an the school logo on it than looking back up at his face. Smiling he responds, "It's ok really we should do that again. No I mean not getting into that situation sorry! I mean hang out, I mean we didn't talk much but what I'm saying is I'd like to get to know you! If that isn't weird." He panics mildly earning a small giggle from me. "It's not funny." He frowns a bit; "No I'm sorry I'd like to hang out to, your cool. Exchange numbers?" I ask pulling out my cell phone. "Yes!" He does the same us giving and receiving each other's phone numbers. "We should probably head back to class to." He reminded me that the last thing I want is call home considering my current guardians.

As the rest of the day goes on I finally make it to lunch. Navigating the hallways again Betty finds me looking extremely concerned. "Y/N, thank goodness I found you are you ok. I heard what happened and the rumors being spread are awful." My heart immediately sank, rumors. Ok this is exactly like some shity coming of age high school movie now and I hate it. Rumors, what rumors? "I don't- what? Tell me what is going on" is all I'm able to say before pulling her into an empty hallway for an explanation. "People are going around saying that you're gay. I know it may not be a big deal and all but some people are taking it seriously, and I don't know what to tell people who ask about it." The blonde quickly whispers, my face becomes shocked and confused at the same time. "Well?" Betty almost asks waiting for a response. "It's half true, I'm bi. I think, I'm pretty sure." I whisper in a barely audible tone not wanting her to judge me as I rush into trusting a girl I've known for a day. "You know what, if you don't want anyone to know it'll probably blow over hopefully." She says smiling awkwardly "I'll help you get through this just don't worry we'll just hang out and ride out the storm ok. You still up for the mall tomorrow?" She grabs my hand trying to make sure I was calm. My facial expression having not changed since she told me the news. "Yeah I'm up I guess, let's just not comment on the rumors ok. I could care less currently I just wanna let things play out naturally, ok? It's just I don't want to be defined by my sexuality for now that's all. You're right anyway let's just relax and hang out after all it's currently not a big deal unless we make it one. And thanks a lot Betty." I lean in for a hug the blonde opening up her arms for an embrace. "No problem." She squeezed a bit tighter.

LATER THAT DAY

"Listen kid I understand I'm great and all, but you don't have to wear that shirt around if all you wanted was an autograph." Sam said with a cocky smirk as he sat down on the couch along with Bucky, and Wanda earning chuckles from you three. "Be careful Sam, if your head fills up with anymore air you might leave the atmosphere" Bucky begins to laugh with Wanda and I. "Or he could do us a favor and pop" I begin to laugh harder despite the fact that we were watching Bird Box. After a while of comebacks from Sam and Wanda we all eventually calm down. Watching Sandra Bullock and the kids making it down the rapids without Tom when all of a sudden. "Wait What!?!?" Wanda seems to have realized something as Bucky seemed to have pointed something out. Barns seems to be about to spit it out as well with a squinty smirk on his face; "Hey kid." I look at him and the others confused not knowing what to expect. "Who's shirt is that?" What, what does that oh... I can feel my ears heat up as Wanda and Sam's smirks grow. Bucky's eyes squint a bit more as his face looks like it's jokingly saying 'You little bastard.' Implying that he's thinking something dirty and at this point I really regret not showing and changing as soon as I got home because honestly I'm fucked.

Previous Chapter/

An: So I feel like my story is better a bit rushed if so please tell me. This also wasn't revised I forgot so feel free to correct any errors. Don't feel so good about it. May not be my best work.

Also the first paragraph of the chapter was ment to be the ending of the last chapter

Please give opinion I would love you here your thoughts on the second chapter also I think the reader in this is gonna be bi as in most stories the reader is usually full on gay regardless it doesn't matter because it is an x Peter Parker fic so yeah

Ps there may or may not be foreshadowing about something that's going to happening in the future of somebody's relationship

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Gold Pt. 2

You were trapped. His onyx eyes seeped into yours like water seeped into cracks. He was a snake or a mind reader. You didn't really know. He knew you but you didn't know him. You didn't know any of them. But you felt safe.

Rating: T/M

Warnings: slight B x B (oral (m receiving), mentions of torture, my weird sandwich cravings, slight pinning, Hoseok being a possessive, manipulative little shit, Y/N moan!ng like crazy because, food. Do I really need to explain food?, Jet lag being too real

Word Count: 3k

A/N: I'm sorry it took so long! And I couldn't even write a long chapter for you guys. 😔

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Pt. 0 | Pt. 1

The morning light was painful as you woke. The midnight blue sheets on you were too heavy and not warm enough. You used your forearm to sit upright and looked around the room in search of something. Or was it someone? There were things you were forgetting. Like, how did you get here? What happened last night? Why don't you remember anything besides getting in a taxi?

You breathed in slowly, hoping to stop your imagination before it started. You decided to retrace your steps with your memories. There was only a slight itch in your throat so it couldn't have been more than two days. You pulled the ivory colored sheets off you and slid to the foot of the bed. You dipped a toe down, like testing a pool's temperature, praying that the tile wasn't too cold. "I don't have shoes on and my clothes are gone," You noted as you played with the midnight blue slip you were wearing. The tile was actually warm so you put both of your bare feet on it. Once you were standing a knock sliced through the room.

Your head snapped to the door it had originated from. You pulled at the two door handles that were closest to you to try and find a way to escape. The french door led to a garden that was more twigs and weeds than flowers but maybe that would be safer than whoever was behind that door. You gave the handles one final yank even though it was clear that they were locked.There were no windows and only two other doors; the one the mystery person knocked on was in front of you and the other was to your left. What if the door to the left held something worse? It was completely 50/50 so you went with your gut

Each step you took to your chosen door made you feel more and more like a pig going for slaughter.

The person didn't waste a second and slid into the room like a snake going in for the kill. But when his light brown eyes with dark specks that looked like red met yours, you felt a calm sense of deja Vu. You took a second to take him in. You couldn't quite tell if the thick black lines shaped like scales around hs eyes were eyeliner or bags, maybe both. He was built like a rock and there was something almost supernatural about him. You watched the muscles in his arm twitch as he closed the door behind him.

"You're prettier then they said," he muttered as he looked at you and then gave you a breathtaking smirk, "I'll let you check me out." He sounds so- friendly? But his gaze was searing. You gave him a small smile, "Sounds like you're the one checking me out." He held his hands up in defeat, "Caught red-handed." You should be scared, you know you should be. But something about his playful attitude puts you at ease. He ran a hand through his velvety chocolate hair, "Aren't you hungry? I bet you have questions too," You nodded and he sat on the edge of the bed, "Shoot."

"One, where am I? Two, what happened last night? Three, who are you? And most importantly," You played with the silk slip again (you're pretty sure cost more than your college tuition), "Who dressed me, and where can I change?"

"Some of those questions are not mine to answer. I can tell you this though: I, pretty lady, am Park Jimin and I'm the one dressed you." He walked to the door and opened it before pointing to something in the back corner, "You see that bureau? There are clothes there. I'll wait outside and then we'll head to the kitchen."

You're disturbed that a stranger changed you but- "It's so pretty." You noticed there were little silver sparkles on the dress, making it look like stars at night. "You'll have to thank Taehyung then." You gave him a questioning look but he stopped you, "You'll see, princess."

He then walked out so you could change. It was pointless though, seeing as he had clothed you. You walked to the bureau and froze, it was identical to the one you had back home. You pulled at the top right drawer and sure enough, it had underthings, just like back home. You pulled at the most comfortable looking ones and laid them on the bed. You then grabbed a pair of navy blue jeans (middle drawer) and a tan sweatshirt (bottom right drawer).

You carefully lay the slip on the bed and walked out of the door Jimin had also gone out of. He was standing to your left in a 'cool guy pose' like you see in cheesy romcom movies. Before you could say anything, he took your hand and led you to a room adjacent to yours. You tugged quickly on his hand, causing him to stumble back a little, "Wait, I forgot to ask you something. What about my grandmother?" He turned slowly to you and you swear his eyes flashed a deep violet and then you forgot what you just said, no memory of why you came to Korean in the first place left.

He pushed against the dark granite door and it creaked open eerily. The room was a dark red and it reminded you of crusted blood. There were Royal Blue couches lining the corners of the room and glass table of the same color in the center of it all. There were probably about twenty people on the couches and almost all surrounded one person, a man with sea green hair. There a male around twenty that was so pretty you almost mistook him for a girl that was slowly sucking off the green haired man. Jimin clapped twice, singlaning some to leave. The pretty boy gave him one last bob of his head before the turquoise haired boy slipped his hands through the pretty boy’s silky black locks and released deep into his throat. The raven haired raised from his knees and smiled at the slightly red and angry cock standing proudly beneath him. The sea boy licked his lips while pushing some of the release that had leaked from the boy’s lips and allowing him to suck on his thumb a little. The sight was incredibly hot but some part of you was jealous at the attention the black haired, grey eyed pretty boy was getting.

Everyone filtered out except six people that were still sitting on the couches, one in particular that you recognized. “You!” you yelled as you grabbed his collar, “Explain to me how and why i’m here, right now. And don’t tell me you don’t recognize me, Jung Hoseok!” He growled slightly and the bridge of his nose wrinkled slightly like a wolf’s; but instead of scaring you and causing you to let go of his shirt like he planned, you held his shirt tighter. “What happened last night? Where in hell’s lair am I?” But instead of answering your questions he flipped you onto the couch, held you there, and then addressed the others with a power hungry smile, “Introductions first?” They all nodded and sat even closer to you. You had noticed from the second you yelled at hoseok that some of the six had moved closer, like they were drawn to you.

What looked to be the youngest stood in the center of the room and yelled nervously like he was auditioning for the first time, “Hi! I’m Jungkook. It’s- um- nice to meet you, Y/N!” He smiled nervously before half hopping to sit next to Jimin, who nudged the blue haired boy to speak next. You blushed profusely when he leaned over and made direct, inescapable eye contact with you, “The name’s Taehyung, Kim Taehyung. Welcome to the house of weirdos, I hope you survive.” He then gave you a boyish smile that did not go at all with the noises that he had been making just ten minutes ago. You looked over at the right side of the couch, which still had three people you had yet to meet. Before they could introduce themselves, your stomach growled absurdly loudly. You looked pleadingly at Jimin with a slight pout in your lips he gave you a slow smile that caused his eyes to scrunch before talking to one of the guys from the right couch, “Are you going to show her the kitchen, Jin-Hyung or will I?”

Said male took your hand from Hoseok, who you hadn’t realized was holding it. Before leading you out the door you had entered from and turning to the left. After about a minute of walking in what was, surprisingly, not awkward silence, he pivoted on his heal and smirked as he took you into a steel door, “So you’re Y/N?” You smiled slightly at him, “The one and only.” Ew, why did your voice sound like a prepubescent boy? “Are you going to answer my questions or are you going to fatten me up so you can eat me?” you joked. You had expected his eyes to darken like the others had before but, his didn’t. You didn’t realize it until you were in a room alone with him, but he felt the most normal. The room you had been in previously had felt stuffy with supernatural and restless energy.

He pulled out a skillet and started the burner, “What would you like? I can make almost anything.” You thought for a second but nothing came to mind so you said, “Surprise me.” The happy flicker in his eyes seemed to say ‘ I hoped you’d say that.’ You mapped out the room as he got everything out and in order for what he was making. There were white marble tiles covering the floor and halfway up the wall and the rest of the wall and ceiling were painted except the wall that had the oven, dishwasher, refrigerator,and cabinet space, which was painted a plain black. About 3 feet to the right of the door was a island that had a built in hibachi table and could also double as a dining table. The stools were black with silver accents and wrapped around the island. Seokjin had laid out cauliflower, persuto, olive bread, and provolone.

He began frying the persuto and olive bread in a cast iron pan and while they fried he cut up the cauliflower. He turned the presuto and olive bread over with tongs so they would get toasted evenly before placing the bread on a plate, placing provolone, persuto, and the cauliflower on one slice, and then cutting the sandwich in half and sliding it to your seat. You licked hungrily, “Thank you, Jin,” and then dug in happily, groaning from the first bite. You continued to eat and pulled some of the grilled cheese off the sandwich and swallowed it, moaning eagerly. One of the two boys you still had to be introduced to walked in during your moan fest.

This one has bleach blonde hair and was probably the tallest out of all of them, "Wow, hyung. You only made her a sandwich? We both know you can do better than that." You raised your hand childishly before Seokjin could respond, "This, is the tastiest sandwich I have ever had. I need to know where you get this stuff and if it can be shipped to my home."

"Home?" The blonde's eyes had turned a milky white, "This is your home now." Seokjin grabbed the male's shoulder, "Namjoon, you're scaring her." You hadn't realized it, but you had moved to the furthest seat from Namjoon. His eyes bordered on transparent and you could see all the blood vessels in them. He seemed to grow taller and from your angle you couldn't see that his feet had actually came off the ground and he was hovering. Just then, the last person you had to meet pushed open the door and pressed what looked like a cross to Namjoon's chest.

Namjoon returned to his normal height and black-grey eye color. He rubbed his breast where the older male had pressed the cross, "Thanks, Yoongi-hyung." It was all too much, the eye colors constantly changing, the suffocating energy, the halls that were all the same black stone… everything was too much to take in at once. So your body did what it always did when you were overwhelmed, it gave out and you fell onto the cool white tile.

///Hoseok's POV///

As soon as you left with Jin we all sighed. Your presence was so strong and even though it might take a while to get use to, we were already craving more of it. Your energy enhanced ours and the new power pushed at our most powerful body parts. I felt it most in my legs and I couldn't stop stretching them. I looked around and noticed Taehyung scratching his shoulder blades, Jungkook chewing uncomfortably at his gums, Jimin's eyes were watering and his nails had grown significantly, and Namjoon was slightly hovering. Of course, Yoongi wasn't affected.

Namjoon was the first to give in, "I'm fallowing them." I grabbed his wrist and pulled him close enough to my face that he couldn't look away, "Don't lose control. She doesn't know the affect she has on us." He nodded tightly and speed walked to the kitchen. I sighed and leaned back into the couches. I could hear Jimin shuffling from the other side of the room and could smell the fear radiating off him. "What is it, Jimin?"

"I know I got to know her the least out of all of us, but I remember her being extremely clever and sharp, especially when it came to us." I turned to him, "And your point is?" He played with his fingers a little, "Even if we don't tell her, she'll figure it out." I growled slightly, I knew he was right. "Then how do you suggest we tell her, Jimin?"

"I, um-" we all felt it at the same time but Yoongi was the first to react. He was off the couch in seconds and speeding down to the kitchen. I was next and the rest followed me. By the time we reached the kitchen, Yoongi had calmed down Namjoon and Y/N had fainted.

I picked you of the floor and held you close, I had missed holding you so much. I kissed your forehead and turned to Namjoon, "I'm going to lay her in my room and then I'm going to deal with you."

He looked terrified and I knew it was more out of worry for you then worry for himself. I took you to my room, which was connected to yours, and laid you down in my fur sheets. Hopefully you would find these was warmer than the others. Once I was satisfied that you were warm and comfy I went to the room in the basement that we had for torture. Namjoon was already there and was sitting in his knees in the center.

I grabbed the closest tool to me and turned to him, "Are you ready?"

///2nd Person (Y/N's POV)///

You woke about an hour after Hoseok had laid you down. There was a slight knock on the door and you said I tired 'Come in'. It was Taehyung, "Did I wake you?" You shook your head with a smile and tried to tame your hair, "What is it?" He looked almost shy and mumbled sightly, "Did you like the slip?" You laughed a little a little in your head, 'Cute'. You grabbed both of his hands and he blushed with one of his boxy smiles, "I thought it was beautiful, Taehyung."

His eyes lit up, "Can I make you another one?" You smiled again because it was hard not to, he was a puppy, "Sure!" He let go of your hands and walked to the door, "Hoseok-hyung will come for you soon." You nodded and waved as he left. You layed back down and slept for about another thirty minutes. Jet lag is no joke, people.

You woke to Hoseok playing with your hoodie's strings. "Where is Namjoon?" He growled, he seemed to do that a lot, "He won't be able to walk for a little." You gapsed, "What did you do to him?" He ignored your question like he always did and pushed your shoulder slightly so you would lay down. "I'll answer all your questions if you sleep for a little longer." Almost like a spell, you fell asleep at soon as your head hit the pillow.

///Hoseok's POV///

I heard Jimin open the door, "Will you really answer her questions?" I turned to him with a possessive smile, "Maybe. It might be fun to watch her squirm and try and find out the truth though."

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“Do you happen to have a fan account about me?” (Part 2/2)

Masterlist|My Wattpad

Requested by: @imcalledshannonxoxo

Warnings? Strong language

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Brad came down after his bath and sat next to me on the sofa.

"Can I ask something?" He asked.

"Sure, what is it?" I turned to face him.

"Oh god how do I asked this?"

"Ask what?"

"Do you happen to have a fan account about me?" He scratched the back of his neck.

"What?" I laughed nervously. "Of course not, why would I?"

He then grabbed my phone from beside me, unlocked it and pulled up the Instagram app with my fan account about him on it. Shit!

"What's this then?" He asked.

"Er, I don't know what that is, sorry!" I blurted out nervously.

"I think you do, explain!"

I stared blankly at him.

"Go on then! Fucking explain!" He said sternly.

"Okay, I know it's wried!" I began.

"Wried? Wried doesn't even begin to explain it!"

"Would you just let me explain?"

"Go on then!"

"Like I said I know it's wried and possibly a little bit creepy, but I only made that account to see what your fans thought about us being together and to talk to them on a more personal level!"

"Since when have you given a shit about what other people think about us being together? And you could just talk to them on your own account!"

"I don't, but I just get curious ya know? And I know I can but it's a lot harder talking to them all when you're getting a notification every minute to five minutes from them!"

"Um yeah okay!" He then started scrolling through the messages. "Oh my god Y/N are you actually being fucking serious?"

"What?" I asked.

"You literally call me Daddy along with them, what the fuck?"

"Oh c'mon, you do have a bit of a Daddy kink!"

He ignored me and continued to scroll through the messages. "Oh god no! This one is even fucking worse!" He spat.

"What one?" I asked.

"They said "he's probably a big boy!" And then you replied with "you didn't hear this from me, but you get a pretty good view of it when you have barrier at tour and yeah I'm not saying anything else!" Winky face emjoi and random letters! What the fuck, delete this shit right now! This is so bad, why are you talking about me like this?"

I laughed at his reaction.

"Y/N it's not fucking funny, it's kinda scary when they talk about me like that!"

"Brad chill!"

"You want me to chill when you talk to my fans about my dick? It's embarrassing babe!"

"I know, I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't be talking about you like that to them but it just makes me laugh when they claim to know certain stuff about you, I think that's why I talk to them like that!"

"Well please don't, I'd rather you not give away our sexual antics or how "big" you think I am to them, thank you!"

"Alright big Daddy!" I laughed.

He got the pillow next to him and threw it at me.

"Ow!" I whined.

"You can say that to me, just not to them alright?" He spat.

"Okay that's fine, I'll just be like "awww, Bradley bear is so cute and squishy I wanna squish his cheeks so bad!" To them instead then?"

"No! Just talk to them about me in a normal manor from now on please!"

"Brad I can't help it if a fan pops up into my DMs being like what we just discussed or what we're discussing now! I think you'd rather prefer me to talk about you like the second option rather than the first one to them!"

"True, but still!" He then continued to scrolled through the messages I had sent to fans. "As if you just straight up ask what they think of us!"

"Gotta keep the conversation going somehow!"

"Wow, you proper put yourself down don't you?"

I looked over at my phone to see he was on a message where I said "he seems happy with her, but then again she seems kinda annoying!"

"Well it's true, I am annoying!" I admitted.

He took my hand in his. "Baby you're not annoying, if anything I'm the annoying one!"

"You're not annoying B!"

"Neither are you!"

I looked away.

"Baby, you're not annoying! Stop putting yourself down okay?" He cupped my cheek.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I'll just delete the whole account if you want me too?"

He ignored me and clicked on my requested DM's.

"Wow, people really think you're me?" He laughed.

"Yeah, sometimes I feel like DM'ing them back with a picture of myself like "nope, I'm not Brad but I'm his girlfriend though!" Or a picture of you that's unseen like "yup, hi it's Brad!"

"Shall we?"

"Brad you do release if we do that, then somebody is bound to leak that it's us and then we'll get tons more DM requests and followers and it'll be harder for me to answer them!"

"Good point, let's just keep the account to ourselves for now, but no more of the sexual or Bradley Bear talk alright?"

"Alright!"

"Can I run the account with you?"

"If you'd like? Just don't get stroppy when they're sexual or talk about you like you're five!"

"I'll try not to!"

He then spent the rest of the evening talking to fans on the fan account.

#thevampsband #bradley simpson #bradleysimpson #bradsimpson #thevamps #thevampsbrad #hiyabradley #bradsimpsonimagine #the vamps imagine #imagine

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I'll take even the tiniest little morsels from the dozens au and/or Tarzan au. They are some of my absolute favourites and I need research distractions. Thanks for being lovely 😊

so okay for dozen au, because apparently i like to just change things in all my stories that are like Established, imagine if during the whole “taemin’s brother broke his nose on star king” thing, imagine if it was just 100 times worse than what i previously wrote

like, instead of just taemin and his brother getting into a fight, literally all the siblings started fighting in the middle of the stage because some were taking taemin’s side, some were taking the other brother’s side, and then it just turned into an all out war with the parents and the two oldest siblings trying to wrangle everyone under control

there so much hair pulling, scratching, swearing, punching, kicking, screaming, shirt pulling, and biting. three of them are missing at least one shoe. someone’s shirt is ripped. taemin literally has blood pouring down his face from his legitimately broken nose. someone only has one pigtail still up in her hair while the other was forcibly taken out of the hair-tie.

the dad gets so fed up that he goes to one of the other guests who had a whistle, says “hey can i borrow that for a second thanks,” and just blows it so loud that all the kids immediately stop yelling and moving.

taemin is on the floor on top of his older brother with his fist raised, about to punch him in the mouth, but he’s frozen just like all his other siblings as they all stare at their dad who’s face is turning red.

“get off’a him,” his oldest brother says as he pulls taemin up and holds him close to his chest. “jesus christ look at your face.”

“WHAT THE HELL HAS GOTTEN INTO ALL OF YOU” their dad shouts at them. “TAEMIN, HOW COULD YOU START SOMETHING LIKE THIS?”

“WHY IS THIS ALL MY FAULT?” taemin shouts back. “I DIDN’T TELL THEM TO START FIGHTING EACH OTHER. WHY AREN’T YOU YELLING AT HIM HE’S THE ONE WHO STARTED IT”

“I DON’T CARE WHO STARTED IT, TAEMIN, I’M FINISHING IT”

“NO IT’S NOT FAIR IT’S ALWAYS MY FAULT WHY IS EVERYTHING ALWAYS MY FAULT”

and basically it turns into taemin’s dad pulling him out of his brother’s grasp to grip taemin’s arm and push him back while telling him very loudly something along the lines of:

“life isn’t fair, taemin. you’re not special. you’re not. we have a lot of kids and you’re not going to get any special attention, because when shinee breaks up after five years, you’re going to go back to being a normal person who gets a normal office job and works in a cubicle from 9-5 like everyone else in this country. your little dancing hobby is just that, a hobby, it’s not going to be a career. no amount of whining or complaining is going to change that”

and he just keeps going on and on about how taemin isn’t special, and the whole time taemin is just,

“okay i’m sorry, dad, i’m sorry, please stop, please it hurts please stop, dad, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, please, dad please”

like his dad is gripping his arm so tight it’s painful, and his dad eventually gets so annoyed with taemin’s pleadings that he slaps him very hard, very loudly across the face

“you stop interrupting me right now, or so help me”

“i’m sorry”

and he just keeps saying all this right in taemin’s face about how he’s been a disrespectful little shit and how he needs to get it through his head that shinee is not going to last very long and he needs get this idol fantasy out of his head. taemin’s just very quiet for the rest of his little rant and his eyes are screwed shut and no one can really believe this is happening and why no one is doing anything.

he eventually stops his little rant, and taemin’s oldest brother is just horrified and just, “let go of him. now.”

and the two shinee managers have gotten to the stage as fast as they could and they just guide taemin very gently backstage to take him to the hospital because not only is taemin’s nose broken, but his dad slapped his face so hard while his mouth was still slightly open that he dislocated his jaw. like, taemin is just an absolute mess. he breaks down the second he gets backstage because,

“everyone would just be better off if i never existed, if i was dead. they wouldn’t even care if i was gone, they would be happier without me.”

and he was still wearing a mic when he said that, so the sound people or whatever picked it up, and a lot of the footage and audio may or may not get leaked to news stations across the country because everyone is just so horrified by how taemin’s family treated him.

especially when taemin’s oldest brother and sister start telling off their dad for everything the parents have ever done to him. the brother brings up when taemin stopped believing in santa, because he marks that as the beginning of taemin not wanting to be part of their family.

“he was six,” his brother said, sounding horrified at the mere thought. “he was six years old, and he came into my room on christmas while everyone else was out playing with their new toys because he wanted to know if he had been bad all year, because he didn’t get the one thing he put on his christmas list to santa. everyone else got was on their christmas list except for him, and he thought it was because he had been bad.”

“we can’t always get everything that’s on a christmas list,” their mother tried to reason.

“all he wanted was an h.o.t cd! that was all he wanted, was the new h.o.t cd! they were everywhere, you couldn’t walk two feet without seeing one for sale!” his brother shouted. “you got him some generic pirate set or something! he hated pirates! all he wanted was one cd and you couldn’t even do that! i had to confirm to my six year old baby brother that santa claus didn’t exist, that it was mom and dad who put the presents under the tree, because he knew santa would get him what he wanted, but mom and dad wouldn’t be able to,” he said, practically crying. “he was six and he knew that you guys didn’t care about it him, that you always forgot about him! and you did, if you ever forgot a kid, it was him. you don’t understand why he doesn’t want to ever come home, but it’s been your fault since he was little! noona and i have been better parents to him than you two ever were.”

“why would he even want an h.o.t cd?” their dad asked.

“BECAUSE HE LOVED THEM,” his brother said. “he loved them, he was obsessed with them, they were why he started dancing in the first place! he would copy their dance moves whenever they came on tv, and he was good at it. he’s always been so good at dancing and you treat it like it’s some bad habit he needs to grow out of.”

and just, imagine if one of the old h.o.t members was a guest that day as well, and imagine him hearing about it and talking to the brother afterwards. the brother eventually sends an old video he filmed of taemin when he was seven to him. it’s the cutest video ever, because taemin’s in these cute little dragon ball z pajamas and his hair is a little damp and you can tell he’s probably about to go to bed.

but he’s so smiley and you can tell a couple of his baby teeth fell out recently because his adult teeth are starting to grow in at a couple places, but they’re not all the way grown in yet so they look like little tooth nubs and it’s just really endearing.

and taemin’s brother’s voice is in the background, and he’s obviously the one filming and he just, “taemin, who’s your favorite band?”

and taemin just giggles and goes to hold onto the couch and flop over the top of it and he just, “h.o.t”

“what’s your favorite song?”

“candy!”

“dance to it, taeminnie! dance!”

and candy starts playing and taemin just laughs and giggles, but he starts dancing and singing along to it and it’s so cute and he’s so good at it.

and then at the end, he’s slumped over the couch laughing and his brother just, “who’s your favorite member?”

and taemin hides his face and giggles before his brother asks him again and he just, “tony!”

“why tony?”

“because he’s cool!”

and it’s just such a cute video, and maybe a few days later, when taemin’s still got a splint on his nose and everything, the h.o.t members personally deliver an entire set of all their cds and everything.

taemin is fucking starstruck. he can’t believe he’s meeting every member of h.o.t. holy shit. he’s in his pajamas when they come to the shinee dorm, and he had been doing his homework at the coffee table while some tv show played in the background.

but also, while taemin had been in the car on the way to the hospital, his manager is just so worried about him because he’s saying all these near-suicidal things and he’s just really so worried about him.

“if there was a way for you to not be their son anymore, would you do it?” his manager asked.

“what do you mean?”

“if there was a way for you to take care of yourself, legally, would you do it?”

“yes”

“you’re not even going to think about it?”

“they don’t want me to be their son,” taemin whispered. “they’d be happier without me.”

so his manager talks with a few others within the company and he brings up taemin getting emancipated, so that his parents can’t do anything to him like legally, and once they figure out everything they would need to do for this to work for taemin, they bring it up to him

he agrees immediately

after everything that they’ve witnessed taemin’s family/parents doing to him, they all let him know that they’ll be there for him if he ever needs anything, even if he does get emancipated from his parents.

taemin’s never been happier than the day the courts decided he would be better off without his parents.

#taemin #shinee #mickey7p #dozen au #so this got SUUUUPER angsty super quickly #but this is literally all i've beent hinking about the last couple days #also i have no idea how emancipation of minors works in korea or if it's like even a thing but lets just pretend it is #for the sake of this fic at least #anyways taemin's parents are absolute trash in this au #and so are the vast majority of his siblings l m a o

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EP 9: “I'll Be a Fucking Pawn For Y'all If It Saves My Ass" - Carson

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK WHEN WILL THINGS ACTUALLY GO MY WAY? NEVER. :/

This sucks so much, y'all are awesome for getting Kait to her SECOND win.

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That could've been cleaner. Yikes.

This vote obviously put me in something of a weird position. I was never going to vote Kait because of our alliance. And yes, I firmly believe she'd side with me over the alleged Malay-cult. She and I have been closer than a lot of allies I've had in these games so far. We're in lockstep, we're keeping each other sane, and we're not even talking exclusively strategy. The best alliances are formed by people who like each other's outlooks and attitudes, right? That's me and Kait right now.

I was also never going to vote Jack or Lydia because of our awesome Thotse quad with Wes. And I was not likely to vote Steffen unless there was a critical mass going his way. That left us with Ruthie (immune,) Carson and Jakey (on Kabru with me.) So, shit.

Anyway, I told MJ I might try to protect Jake if I could because they both want to work together. But the momentum started swinging his way, and it became even more locked in when he started targeting Kait. His best play would've been to target Steffen or Carson, and even then I'm not sure he could've rallied the votes.

Not wanting to be totally screwed on Kabru after a blindside, I didn't really engage with Jake too much. He came to me asking me to vote with him, almost as a last resort I feel? We hadn't talked since the swap, and he only came to me at 6:30, even though I know for a fact he was talking with others throughout the day. He told me he had Ruthie, Jack and Steffen locked in. I knew the latter two just weren't true. So rather than give him false hope, I checked with the latter two that their votes hadn't changed, then told Jake the votes weren't as locked in as he thought.

And he, somewhat predictably, lost his shit. He didn't want to accept that, telling me that if I voted for him, he'd stay... that my vote was the difference maker... that I was too far up Kait's ass to see it... that I needed to grow a fucking backbone... that I'm pathetic.... that I'm terrible at the game...

Yeah, I've played enough games by now to know nothing good comes from engaging in someone who's resorting to personal shots. So I disengaged. And I think Jake may have forgotten there's a second game going on, in his blind rage? As a multiple-time pre-juror, I know for a fact that it's so not worth getting upset over. Shit happens, the game doesn't break your way. But attacking people over it accomplishes exactly nothing. From what I hear, it sounds like I got off easy too. Apparently he ripped hard into Carson, Kait, Lydia and Jack too.

I don't like when people are sore losers. I don't like when people go for personal shots in a game that's meant to be fun. But I especially don't like when people do both of the above to my friends. Fuck that noise. Any chance of me wanting to work with Jake on Kabru went out the window with that, and I'm sure he feels likewise based on that vote. If it makes sense, I might vote with him as a matter of necessity, but he's not long for this game if I have my say. Bye Felicia.

Normally I would've been more upset about the vote being delayed a few hours, but between the extenuating circumstances out of the hosts' control and the fact that Jake still would've been in the One World chat anyway, nothing noticeably changed. So, fuck it, what's two hours of waiting?

Anyway I like slither.io. It's not my best game, but I enjoy it. Can't wait to put up a high score and show Jake that he's not God's gift to competitions. "Oh mind you I’m the best competitor on this tribe. Not tooting my own horn, just looking back at past performances."??? Like, fuck you? One unnecessarily long endurance run in an early comp doesn't mean we should all just bow down to your *~clear challenge superiority~*. Different people are skilled at different things.

I'm so glad nobody responded to his diatribe in the OW chat. The last thing he needed was to be enabled. His perspective is just that – HIS perspective. It's clear he doesn't really have a grasp of how this game is playing out, or else he might not have been the one to go last night.

Gage is super duper cute! But he never responds to my messages, so I am super duper not happy about that! Like, Gage, please. C'mon, Gage. Get it together. C'mon. I sent him what I did in the adventure, and you know the response I got? It was a riveting, rambling silence. Like...? What!? Didn't Gage WIN once or something?? How did he manage that??? Did he sleepwalk there, or were the other people in the final tribal council just that bad? I am completely befuddled.

Oh MJ really just threw me under the bus eh? I can't believe I got the full Olympics experience in one night. Choke.

Oh not me getting one of the highest scores on both my tribes for a flash game!? What a foreign concept.

safe in both games, so i have time to work on RELATIONSHIPS and read my book on how to win survivor so i can win this!!!!

please help

mj and pat treating me like pawns for the adventure! love it.

ill be a fucking pawn for yall if it saves my ass but an idol or something WOULD be nice.

In other news, Jimmy is the bee's knees. Yes, he is! He is so very cool! Yes, he's hip!

me and kait on call

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i think theres an imbalance of trust between mj and i.

i trust him wholeheartedly as hes my only close ally, but he sees me as expendable from what i get from our conversations. he barely responds and i obviously seem to be of lesser priority? but idk maybe im just paranoid, but im holding on for dear life

me pressuring mj into sending his screenshots of his latest chats and seeing almost all of them are about the game! how iconic.

LISTEN I REALLY WANNA KILL THE OA TONIGHT. LIKE I WANT OWEN TO LEAVE. i'm just in this STUPID FUCKENING SPOT in the middle of jenn and jimmy and LOGI-WAN????????? IS LEAKING SHIT TO JENN THAT I WANT JENN OUT ??? OR SOME SHIT LIKE WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT SDGJSDKLSD; GOD.

i have more to say but i will wait for after class but i'm still like i legit don't know what i wanna do

i'm gonna need a pair of cargo shorts for all the people logi-wan thinks i have in my pockets!!!

Sorry that I've been kinda AWOL but it's because I've been feeling pretty shitty about my position in the game as a whole. I'm very lucky to have Matt in the game who is always willing to have strategic conversations that I know will provide me with a secure outlet that's not going to make my position even worse. I told him I planned on making a fake idol but idk if I'll go ahead with exposing that I have an "idol" to my tribe due to current changes in circumstances that I'll talk about later. Jakey's exposing of the tight Malaysian core alliance has made them change their tune which I'm really happy about because I'm sure I'm the target tonight (thanks Owen, you suck), but thankfully Jimmy exists and wants to work with me to pull off some move because the Malaysian's are going whack and he is thankful I saved him all that time ago back in Easter Island? I- I didn't do that much except kill my own game but thank you for willing to switch shit up!

It looks like their might be a chance I will stay tonight, however there are several different stories being played out on this tribe. Logan told me flat out it's me. However Jimmy told me Logan approached him and Jenn to vote out Gage? I don't get why when clearly Gage showed him loyalty? I'm not complaining cuz it means the vote would not be on me. But I think it's gonna be on me since Jenn reassured that it probably was. So it would come down to MJ voting with Jenn/Jimmy over Owen/Logan. Alternatively I could be a total bitch and expose a plan if I'm totally unsure what to do, or 10 minutes before tribal I could post my fake messages and idol that I found to hopefully send them into a panic and switch their votes off me and onto someone not me. It's a tough position to be in cuz I don't want to reveal I've an idol and for it to backfire somehow, but also how it may look untrustworthy to my alliance if I "had" an idol and didnt "play" it. So hmm. I'm concerned because Gage seems to be going after Logan now but is trying to get Owen? I fear this is where it could blow up. 4 of these people are going to both tribals so it's a very tricky situation. If the plan falls apart, the votes might just all fall back onto me because I'm the "easy vote". I have to see what happens and make a calculated decision before tribal that will work in my favour.

It could be game over, or game on.

So like, I want Gage to go home. He is going to both tribals like Jenn, Jimmy, and Owen. Lydia and Owen are in the minority in Game B, so I'm thinking they're going to be easy boots because Gage is close to Kait. Well, I don't want that to happen, obviously. They're both my allies. But I'm also on good terms with Jenn and Jimmy, so I don't want them to go. Kait isn't an option because Kait isn't going to both tribals, and no one wants an angry, scorned Kait in the game. That's like leaving a provoked bear in the game. No thanks! Plus I'm good with her, too. That leaves Gage, and he made it super easy for me to want him gone by not speaking to me at all, lol. I sent you the receipts of my adventure, the least you can do is respond! Rude!!! Anyways, yeah, Gage should go. Also, he is trying to target me, I guess? Which is also not cool. Good Guy Gage is going down.

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WHOA I WON THAT IMMUNITY HUH!!!!!! im honestly not that worried if we lose just bc ik i have mj ruthie and matt on my side no matter what and that would at least tie it. but basically i tried to go on call with owen and kait to smooth over some relationships... i rly intended to work with owen if he would let me but he went and told kait the one piece of information i told him which was that i heard that lydia and kait made a deal to stay.. owen u rly know how to piss me OFF huh

i had a pretty good call with kait and i hope it was enough that if mj did keep me if we lose on tribe b, she wouldn't flip her shit and come after mj. mj is literally the saving grace of my game and ill do anything for him in this game. if that means i gotta be fake with kait and pretend like i wanna smooth things over and work together then ill do that. anyway ruthie is a legend and will win this season bookmark THAT

I've been laying SUPER low. Like, I apologized to Kait and told her I was close to voting her out because she scares me as a player or whatever, but that I really wanted to work with her because we didn't get a chance to work together in Trashy, and then I also threw in how my good friend Ashley Sarah liked playing with her so much when Kait was catfishing in Canaries and hopefully we bonded a bit. SHE FREAKING TERRIFIES ME but if working with her keeps me around longer, I'm all for it. I'm not going to try to make anymore big moves for awhile because as much as I want to, I don't want to piss off the rest of the people in the tribes.

My goal now is to stay close with Steffen, Steve and keep talking to Pat because he's just so nice. He's genuinely the nicest person playing in my opinion. I'm also going to stay close to Jakey, he's my number one, and I'm going to stay close to Carson as well, and just try to stay on his good side and stuff. I don't want to take Carson to the end, there is no way. As much as I love Steffen I'd rather not take him to the end either. Jakey I could see, going all the way with but we both have to stay in order for anything like that to actually happen.

I don't know if I made the right choice in putting my foot down about voting Jimmy over Gage. Every option seems bad in my opinion, but I think I've made it pretty clear I want Gage around, just to turn my back and vote him next time... I don't know. This will probably bite me in the ass somehow, like maybe Gage is lying to me and Lydia will end up going, or idk god knows what will happen....

Nobody has really talked to me since I went to dinner at 6:30... So part of me just feels like I'm getting clocked on both tribes. Either way, I guess I'll see what happens.

I don't want this to be the end, really, and I don't know if it's smart to try and take control in a game where everything spreads like fire and is painfully obvious. I just gotta keep crossing my fingers, huH!

Time off???? from this game????? A concept! I don't know what to do with my hands.

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gage is leaving????? maybe.... even tho i'd prefer owen leaving but... everything is so risky and shaky at this point im so KJDFHJKDHS NNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

This may be my last confessional! I decided against playing the fake idol card because I didn't want it to blow up the plan currently in place. If it goes how I hope I should survive but I've still got low expectations. Secondly, I'm a bad explainer of things and I didn't want to get caught out and laughed at because I made a silly idol. It's a card I'll keep in my pocket if I survive. If not, I'll be thankful to those who tried to keep me in the game and I'll wish my allies luck in surviving. But fingers crossed and all the other stereotypical survival things to say. Lets goooooooo

I guess Gage is coming for me, so I had to switch my vote against him. If he knew how much I'd been doing to protect his ass, maybe he'd think differently.

It's a shame when people's stupid decisions prevent others from doing the right thing. Oh well! STUPID.

I had three calls the hour before tribal with Jenn, Lydia, and Owen and they were all concerned with getting Gage out, and then he gets voted out unanimously in both games. I'm glad all that time I spent trying to get him out wasn't wasted. Bye-bye, Gage! Don't target me next time, okay?

Whew I am so happy I survived but extremely sad that it came at Gage's expense. I really would've loved to work with him because he's honest, caring, charming etc. He's just a all round good guy and buddy. I'm also interested that suddenly I'm making a whole pack of new friends? Kait (although drunk) is talking to me for the first time since day 1 and secondly Owen has found his voice to chat to me! So I'm very interested to see what position this could put me in. I'm also shook that Matt thought my idol was real? I told him it was fake before I made it gdfihgkol. Maybe I should pull it out if it's convincing enough! Also I'm surprised Lydia came to me and goes "you're welcome". Um. I'm not sure you swung the vote on my tribe to Gage considering there was talk of it being him at lunchtime today? Like. I'm crediting Jenn and Jimmy for that one so sorry this isn't Port Royal and I'm a different player. Just cuz I'm in a shitty position doesn't mean I'm not beginning around for whatever scraps I can find. I HOPE this tribal is turning point for me, but you hosts are sending us all to tribal again so I'll probably get taken out as the easy vote, but I trust Jenn/Jimmy to at least tie it for us.

#confessionals #ivebeenbamboozled

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