If you have to use your imagination to make up negative things about a character or a ship and try to apply it to an argument, when it can easily be invalidated in canon material, you already look embarrassingly wrong, just stop😂😂😂😂😘
man i was talking about this in WDA with the crew there like two weeks ago but like, nightvale/taz crossover? nightvale/taz crossover.
the sun is hot, the moons are beautiful, and mysterious eyes watch overhead as we all pretend to sleep.
welcome to faerun, dear listeners.
ok but for real, i think this runs like:
- taako and lup split cecil’s role as the radio hosts for this lovely community, telling the news and also their personal life on air.
- barry and kravitz are both part of a scientist team that comes to faerun (or wherever this is located), barry because he’s a, um, what did i call it, a “post-death investigation science boy,” and kravitz because he’s like idk a census inspector or something here to see why the fuck the death toll is so high but the population doesnt seem to be declining.
- anyway, both taako and lup talk about the “scientist, with beautiful hair,” and for the longest time they’re not sure who the twins are talking about? they thought it was one person and then well shenanigans and they realize oh, they have a crush on separate people.
- magnus is deffo the boy scout troop leader.
- theres definitely an arc where lup goes…missing. who’s lup? lup never existed. the radio host is just, taako, right?
Are you still taking requests? If so, "I know we're friends but, will you be my pretend date?" I love the pretend lovers to real lovers trope.
Thanks anon! Ok I went a little off on a tangent from your request with this one, I hope you like it!
“I know we’re friends but…”
Levi zoned out on the rest of that request, one acidic word making his skin crawl with need. It was surprising that he hadn’t torn his flesh to shreds by now, used dull nails to rip himself apart every single time he had to look at Erwin. Erwin. His best friend. His everything. The man he adored so fucking much that it hurt all the way from Levi’s back teeth down to his heels.
Friends. Such a crass tag for what they were.
Or at least in Levi’s opinion, anyway. He stood in his dorm room packing up the last remnants of college life, no more pictures, a few personal effects remaining and he stuffed a fistful of half-chewed pencils into the trash bag a little too violently, one sharp lead piercing Levi’s palm. The bright pain dulled his other ache and he concentrated on the small bead of crimson, let it grow to become too large to contain itself before spilling the red liquid down in a thin trail.
Erwin’s voice vaguely broke through and Levi looked up, finally acknowledging his presence.
“Did…did you hear me, Levi?”
It seemed that the flame Levi carried for Erwin also held a dampening mechanism, years of companionship muted by rudeness and Levi used it to protect himself, kept his heart from being mangled.
“Oh. Well, I said that…” Erwin fidgeted and fussed, sensible clothing messed with and he resented having to speak it again, the adrenaline now wearing off to leave fear in it’s wake. “We’re friends, right?”
“…could you, um. I mean…”
“What is it?” Levi spat the question out and instantly regretted it, the end of their education together after all these years making him spikier than usual and he sighed, leaning one elbow on the counter with apology in his gaze and a softer tone. “You can ask me anything, you idiot.”
Erwin smiled, fake happiness stretched across his face and he gulped, dreading what his next utterance could do to them.
“Could you pretend to be my date tonight?”
If a pin dropped now they would both have been able to hear it without a doubt, icy silence crackling through the atmosphere. Steely eyes drilled into Erwin’s skull, bright and seething and he felt a cold sweat springing up on his forehead, sure that it had come out all wrong. Levi wanted to bite something, punch a hole through the paper-thin wall, scream until his lungs could offer no more, anything but stand here and listen to such a depressing request.
Erwin’s open and good natured face doused the flames of Levi’s wrath though, the expression of a wounded dog staring back at him and he slumped, body curling slightly in on itself as unwavering loyalty answered.
“Sure. Whatever you need, Erwin.”
They’d been to dinner, a fancy one at that, shared drinks in a bar and strolled along the banks of their city’s river, starlight twinkling above to join them. Levi had enjoyed himself, experiencing a slice of what life could be, the prize he so desired yet he hadn’t the balls to say anything about it, petrified of losing the one person he needed. Erwin had been perfect of course; polite, kind and attentive, a date to remember.
It all left Levi a little confused as they arrived back at their dorm for the last time, stairs climbed and adjoining rooms finally reached. Erwin paused, lingering on the threshold with a blush.
“You coming in or what?”
Levi’s brusque attitude made Erwim smile, his feet following inside as usual, shoes kicked off - they rarely separated, often not even to sleep and he glanced around at the sparse interior, nothing much remaining but furniture and fittings.
The two danced around the glaringly obvious, beers swigged on the tiny couch and looking anywhere but each other. They avoided discussing their enjoyable if odd evening at first, niggling annoyance getting the better of Levi first.
“What was that, Erwin?”
“That. Pretending to be your date. What the fuck for?”
Erwin picked at the label on his bottle, eyes trained on the floor and he swallowed, about to explain his earlier mistake. He never lifted his gaze, spoke into his beer and rushed it out in a crash of words.
“When I asked you before, I meant to say ‘could you be my date tonight.’ Not ‘pretend to be.’ I got scared.”
“You…you got scared?” Levi didn’t quite want to believe what was being said, nerves on high alert. “Scared of what?”
“Of you saying no.”
“So…” Levi stared openly at the side of Erwin’s face, Erwin’s insanely red face, mouth working like a fish out of water until speech returned. “So you wanted to ask me on a date?”
“But you didn’t know if I’d say yes?”
“So you pretended that it was a fake date?”
“Pretty much, Levi. One thing I admire about you is your trust.”
“My trust? I know you always have a good reason for doing shit. I never question it. So…” Realisation dawned, hitting Levi like a bucket of water to the face. “Of course I would have agreed. To help you out.”
Levi laughed, quiet chuckles accompanying his trembling shoulders and he shook his head.
“You’re a fucking idiot, Erwin.”
They both smiled at the situation, at the ridiculous way in which Erwin had ensured the date would occur and the pair returned to a more comfortable silence. Levi looked down at Erwin’s socks, moving his own foot over to nudge gently against Erwin’s toes.
“I would’ve said yes, by the way.”
Erwin nudged back and the prospect of living life in the big bad world no longer seemed such a daunting one, both ready to move on and face what may come. Together.
I'm very sad that this blog is ending, but I do understand. Can I get a scenario where Gokudera, Mukuro and takeshi take care of their S/O after they saw the movie IT? Like, the S/O pretends to be ok, but in real life is freaking the F out over every small noise and scary shadows? THANK YOU!!!!
I actually just watched IT a few days ago. It was a good thing I didn’t go alone. -admin yamamoto
At first Gokudera wouldn’t notice that you were actually scared because you just brushed it off after the movie. But when he realizes you’re a bit more jumpy and stare intently at shadows in the corner of your room at night he tries to comfort you. He reminds you that it isn’t real and even if it was he would save you from it. It relaxed you a bit.
Mukuro immediately knows you’re freaking out. It is part of his job to terrify people so your tells are noticeable.He is amused that the movie scared you and tells you that he could make things much scarier than that so you don’t have to worry. He keeps close to you so you have someone to squeeze when you get scared.
Takeshi notices you are scared a few days after the movie. You are holding onto him more, especially when it’s dark and every little bump in the night makes you jump. He reassures you that everything is okay,hugging you and cuddling you more than ever.
How long are people gonna stay pressed about B.I. and Bobby? Seriously it’s been 2 years straight. Get over it.
How long are people gonna act like BTS Namjoon and Suga are the best rappers ever? Seriously it’s been about 3 years, educate yourselves.
How long are people gonna pretend like khiphop is something new, groundbreaking, superior and a COMPLETELY seperate entity from the rest of hip-hop? It’s the same shit in a different language.
How long are people gonna hate Okasian and Keith Ape and pretend that they aren’t Real HipHop™ because they make Trap music? OK we get it you don’t like trap, but your opinion doesn’t make it any less a part of hip-hop.
How long are people gonna pretend like YG ent didn’t have a huge influence on where khiphop is today? If you’ve never heard any of the pre-2005 music of YG, there’s a good chance you’re not that knowledgable of khiphop.
How long are people gonna pretend that Illionaire is the only company making songs about partying, money, and material things in general and use that as a reason to hate them? It’s just not true, not even a little bit.
BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY…
How long are people gonna sleep on MIB and Electroboyz? Don’t do this to yourselves.
Ok let's pretend the #wayneconspiracy is real. Who's who? because Bruce Wayne is waaay too old to be Batman. Jason Todd is sooo Nightwing, #onlyingotham #DamianIsTooYoungForRobin #PoisonIvyIsBatwomansTwin2k16
So. I did this thing. There was a post a loooong time ago (okay, ~4 months ago but that’s a long time in internet time nowadays) that I can no longer find that also edited Jimmy out and I found it hilarious and cute; basically all the things I find endearing about this fandom. So here it is. Reincarnated in gif form. Muhahahaa now we can pretend it was a real scene. Ok not really. Kind of.
I Know What You Did Last Summer: Chapter One: Darkest Desires
Swan led a simple, pure life, complete with a nice house in a nice neighborhood
where she taught at a nice school and was engaged to her nice, high school
sweetheart. One uncomplicated by secret, sin, and seduction. That is, until he
plummeted into her life. After Jeon Jungkook captured her lips with his,
nothing was ever nice again.
WARNING: THIS WILL CONTAIN ADULT
THEMES! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
ChapterOne: Darkest Desires
A tap on the door breaks my concentration—what little I
possess anyway—on the tests upon my desk.
Looking up, I am met with liquid lust eyes, wrapped
sensually by a fringe of flirtatious lashes. I swallow the urge to bite my lip,
and settle for a tight crossing of my knees. He smirks knowingly, crossing the
threshold in one long stride of his legs. The door snicks closed behind his
We’re alone. Again.
Crap…I really didn’t
think this through.
“Ah, Jungkook,” I say, surer than I really feel. “Please,
His eyes capture mine predatorily as he settles into the
cushioned armchair. “What is it, Elle?”
“Miss. Swan,” I say, correcting him sharply. His eyes widen
in surprise, but he nods graciously.
“Sorry. Miss. Swan,” he amends. “What did you want to talk
Splaying one hand over the purchase of the desk, I bring
myself to stand, empowering myself to delve into our forbidden fling.
“This—us—Jungkook. It’s over. It never should’ve happened, and for that, I am
so sorry, but it can no longer—.”
In the blink of an eye, much faster than I can track, he is
rounding the desk. His breath is on my neck, raising the tiny hairs there until
my skin is nothing but trembling gooseflesh. I groan uncontrollably.
“You were saying?”
I can hear that insufferable smirk on his lips, ghosting
over the prickled skin of my throat. I steady my voice—my erratic heartbeat—and
say, “I’m serious, Jungkook. It’s over.”
A dark, sinful laugh brushes my hair, neck, shoulders. “You
sure about that?”
Squelching my eyes closed, I clench my fists at my side and
steel my voice the best I can: “Positive.”
Rough, callous-tipped fingers rake over my back; over the
sheer, sweaty gauze of my shirt, and I can feel the inhuman warmth of his palm
seeping through, burning my flesh, igniting my skin—my desire.
“You sure don’t seem positive, Miss.Swan.”
His lips are so close now. They brush my pulse so gently, so
teasingly, and I find myself leaning
into him. I find myself lost in the spell of my student once again.
Teeth scrape one cord of my throat, and the hand at my back
swivels me around easily, turning me until I face him. One set of fingers come
to rest beneath my chin, lifting my face into his. “You are mine. And I am
“Forever is a long time,” I murmur over his sensual lips.
A wickedly bitter smirk settles over his mouth at that. “Not
Those dark, unsettling eyes swallow me as his lips descend
upon mine. I don’t have time to consider the cryptic implication to his words,
not as his lips begin their primal dance over mine: prodding and licking and
nibbling and sucking. It is wonderfully forbidden, his kisses.
Where Hoseok’s kisses have always been chaste and sweet,
Jungkook’s are equally carnal and raw. The thought of my fiancé has me
hesitating, clutching desperately at his young clawing hands ripping my blouse
open in sure, deft movements.
“Please,” I whimper feebly. “Stop.”
He regards me with curious, amused eyes. “Is that what you
really want, teacher?”
Shivering under the touch of his fingers on my breast, I
bite my lip. “…No.”
A lupine grin litters his mouth, and then he’s raking his
way back down my body, one button popping away at a time, until I am clad only
in my bra and dress slacks. His fingers brush over the pad-less lace sheltering
one of my breasts, and it takes all of my remaining willpower not to beg him to
just rip the blasted thing off. He eyes me with a mixture of aching lust and
lazy amusement, thumbs circling the already painfully hardened nipples of each
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He growls over my mouth,
canines digging their way into my lip.
I moan as the perilous line of pain and pleasure is
breached. But, then as quickly as his lust was brought on, it dissipates giving
way to an expression of curious calmness.
“Get dressed,” he demands, as if he is the teacher—as if he
is my superior.
“Unless you want another of your students to see you this
way?” His eyes trail down the valley of my breasts, to the flat planes of my
stomach. I make quick work of my blouse, giving the boy a skeptical look.
“There’s no way that you really heard a student coming
toward the office just now. You’re just paranoid. You’d have to be some kind of
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I can’t hide the shock lining my furrowed brow. Jungkook
gives me a mischievous grin, settling back into the chair across the desk.
Smoothing my blouse, and my surprise, I open the door gently.
“Hello, Sarah. What can I do for you?” Throwing the door
wide, I gesture Jungkook out with my chin, ignoring the wounded glare he throws
me on his way into the hall.
“I just wanted to know if you wanted us to start book club
without you or not?”
My eyes do not miss her flirtatious glance at the black
haired boy stalking down the hallway toward the exit; nor do they miss the way
she eyes me with a dark blush. Looking down, I see what has elicited the
response: my cleavage.
I clear my throat uncomfortably, fidgeting with my blouse.
“I’m so sorry. Excuse me, Sarah. I’ll be right down. Get the meeting started
without me, oK?”
“Uhh—all right. Sure.”
Pulling the door closed, I settle back into it with a dull
thud. How did I manage to miss three buttons? No, I recall looping each one.
But, there they are dangling undeniably from my shirt, winking playfully up at
me, sending Jungkook’s message loud and clear: “You can’t hide me forever.”
“All the more reason to be rid of you then.”
“Hey, sweetheart,” I say, pressing the phone to my ear,
shifting the spatula to my other hand. “How was your day?”
A long, frustrated sigh. “It’s not over, babe. I have to
stay late. Again.”
“Again? But that’s four times this week. I thought maybe we
coul—.” Biting my lip, I frown at the pans of pasta and vegetables simmering on
the stove top; the candles on the table; the music drifting in from the stereo
in the hallway.
“I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, but tonight I have to
stay. You understand, don’t you?” His voice hangs over the static of my heart.
I stay silent, and he takes one audible breath. “Come on, Elle. Give me a
break. I’m only doing this so we can pay for your dream wedding.”
wedding,” I snap harshly, immediately murmuring an apology.
“Yes,” he smiles through the phone; I can feel it press over
my cheek. “Our dream wedding. I can’t
wait until the day comes that you are my wifey for real, until then let’s just
play pretend, ok? Just like old times on the playground, remember?”
I can’t suppress the smile on my lips at the memory. “How
could I forget? You were always my favorite husband.”
“You were my favorite wife.” I stir the pasta wantonly.
“Mostly because you’d feed me half your pb&j.”
Scoffing, I roll my eyes. “Hoseok.”
“Teasing,” he says in a sing-song voice. “Ok, baby, I really
gotta go. Love you.”
Swallowing a dry, stubborn lump in my throat, I mean to
reply, but he is gone before I can ever utter a single syllable.
Spending a quiet evening at home alone could not have been a
worse idea. All I can think about is Jungkook’s fingers on my skin.
And his inhuman speed.
And his supernatural sense of hearing.
And Sarah’s face as she stared at my cleavage.
Groaning, I press my forehead to my palm. If she spreads a
rumor about me and Jungkook, I could lose my job. All it takes is an inkling of
The doorbell chimes. Rising, I trudge toward the door,
suddenly exhausted from the day’s events.
“Hello, Miss. Swan.”
“Jungkook?” One blink. Two. He’s still there, slouching
against a pillar of the porch. “What are you—? No, no, no. I don’t even want to
know. You need to leave—now.”
Shooing him with gentle waves of my hands I block his
entrance, but his muscular frame is twice the size of my own lithe, willowy
one, and I find myself easily goaded back inside. He kicks the door closed with
one combat boot, eyebrow quirked as he takes in the sight of my home for the
“You have a beautiful home, Miss. Swan,” he says politely,
all gentleness and kindness. But I can almost smell the lust radiating from his
skin, can still glimpse the feral beast beneath the lamb’s disguise.
“Thank you.” I bite my lip, aware of his wandering eyes now
settling over me. My fingers toy with the apron string knotted around my waist.
“I wasn’t really expecting company, so excuse the mess.”
He smiles, offering a boyish chuckle, but his eyes betray
his sensual, powerful, insatiable hunger. “Don’t apologize. My room is always
on the messy side. In fact,” he says, stepping closer. And closer. And closer,
until we are nose to nose, his warm breath lingering over my lips. “I love
messes. But, then, I think you do too, Miss.
I back into the banister of the staircase, stammering, “I-I-I
don’t k-know wh-what you-you’re—.”
His lips close softly over mine, teeth grazing over them
lazily. “Oh, Miss. Swan—you know exactly what I’m talking about.”
I want to resist, to push him away with angry, shaking
fists, and finally, finally draw the
line in the sand. But, I am too weak—too willing to succumb to these sick,
selfish, dark desires.
The apron falls away in a heap among the floor, followed closely
by the buttons of my blouse, ripped and scattered and clanging over my feet. I
don’t even care. All I can think about now are those warm, calloused fingers
running over every inch of my naked flesh, and how all of these clothes seem
“You see? You like messes just as much as me, Miss. Swan.”
His voice ripples over my ear, down my neck, across my shoulder. I try in vain
to understand a single syllable he’s just said, but surface the drowning
feeling lapping at my consciousness with only his name clinging to my tongue.
It’s enough. Enough to derail his game—his teasing. Elongated
canines sink into my bottom lip, puncturing the skin savagely until the bitter
taste of copper floods my mouth.
And then, I see it: the beast is awake. I am entranced by it,
by its sheer power and ferocity; by its untamed wildness. Clutching fistfuls of
his hair, I try to keep a piece of the sweet boy within tethered to me, but he
is gone, morphing into a salacious, primal monster.
“Jungkook?” No answer.
His features do not shift much—just enough to suggest
something utterly lupine. A snarling, terrible grin of razor sharp canines. A
pair of glittering onyx eyes, afire with a light not of this world. The tell-tale
signs of claws emerge from his fingers, and dig their way into my shoulders.
It’s painful. I wince and look away, blinking through an
infernal fog that has risen over the furniture and stairway of my home, nearly
choking me with its pungent scent.
Yet, I do not stop him. I do not shudder in disgust, nor do I
back away in terror; instead I press my bloody lips to his, bound willingly to
this strange mystical force. A force that seems eerily familiar to me.
Dark, penetrating eyes caress my cheek, my lips, and finally
my breasts—hidden only by the pad-less lace of my bra. The seductive pink of
his tongue swipes over his lips. Heat rushes from my cheeks to my belly, a
shiver of anticipation coursing my veins. His gleaming fingernails tear gently
over my collarbone, leaving thin red scores over my skin. I watch intently,
gasping as one bra strap is torn through by those dangerously sharp talons.
Glaring without much—or any—conviction, I open my mouth to
object, but then his mouth is on mine and the fleeting thought leaves my brain.
The other strap is soon snipped, and my breasts are bared. Those rough
fingertips are quick to cover each pert pink bud, stroking them in fluid
“Mmmnnn.” My eyelids drift closed, his mouth leaving behind
my own in pursuit of something creamier to fill it.
Gasping, I feel his lips surround one nipple as his hand
continues to tend to the other. The world around me is hazy, but not from the
otherworldly fog, from tangible desire. I can see it rippling through the air
around us, can smell it hanging over his breath. And, I welcome it fully,
spreading my flower for the one boy who should have remained eternally
Jeon Jungkook. A mysterious, seductive high school boy.
God, what is wrong
with me. I have to stop this. I can’t—
My body refutes my head, continuing to succumb to Jungkook’s
teeth and tongue. A darker, ancient voice whispering: You can’t stop this. You don’t
Jungkook’s blazing mouth switches to my other breast. I mewl
uncontrollably. And I find that the voice in my head is right.
No. No, I don’t…
“Yes! YES! THERE! NNGH!”
It has only just occurred to me that the windows are open
and it is very likely the neighbors have become an unfortunate audience to this
sexual escapade. However, in this present moment of unadulterated bliss, I find
I don’t give a damn.
The sound of skin slapping skin echoes through the foyer, my
knees and elbows rubbing torturously over the carpet of the stairs. That’s
going to be one hell of a rug burn, I consider distantly, but I continue to
toss my head back, peering over my shoulder to view the unforgiving thrusts of
Jungkook’s hips. His own gaze, however, is trained solely on mine, studying
each expression crossing my features.
“Where, Miss. Swan?” A sly, devilish smirk slashes his
perfect pout. “Here?”
He hits that spot within me. Hard. I moan through my teeth,
my legs becoming jelly beneath me, shaking and shuddering upon the stairs. “Y-yes!
“Please what, Miss. Swan? You’re going to have to be more
specific.” His smirk widens, fingers circling around my hips.
“Jungkook, don’t,” I warn. “I don’t want to play games tonight.”
“Oh?” His brow raises, voice soft—sinfully so—and I know I am
in trouble. Deep, agonizing trouble. He pumps slowly into me, only letting the
head in, and as I desperately attempt to shove back onto him for delicious
friction, I feel his grip tighten over my hips. “Do we play by Miss. Swan’s
rules in Jungkook’s classroom now?”
Panting, I roll my eyes over my shoulder. “Your classroom?”
Pulling out slowly, I scream as I feel him fill me again—this
time to the hilt. His breath tickles my ear as he bends over me, lips pressing
to my temple. “Yes. And, I am more than just your teacher—I am your master.”
It only takes several hard, deep thrusts before I near the
cliff of my desire, pooling dangerously in my stomach and breast and mouth. I
am losing logic and sense and reason, ready at any moment to beg and barter and
sell what I must just to make it over that sweet, sweet precipice.
“Say it,” he growls.
Another delicious thrust. His arms twine around my back and
across my breasts, hands teasing the aching pink buds. “Who is your master?”
I bite my lip, unwilling to give him the satisfaction. Not yet.
And then, he slams into me faster and harder and deeper, and I swear I will
break or explode or go insane. Only then do the words slide over my tongue. “You.
You are my master! ANGGHHH! JUNGKOOK!”
White hot flames lick me from head to toe, making my entire frame
convulse and writhe and twist uncontrollably. It doesn’t take long for Jungkook’s
own bliss to take hold of him, releasing in white rivulets over my backside.
And then, a pair of headlights flood the curtains near the front
Sooo, what do you think? Make sure to message me with any questions, thoughts, and critiques! Will this be a supernatural series?…(Insert major eyebrow wiggling) Perhaps, my pretties, perhaps…