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klance fic rec list

i’m really lazy so this is super belated, BUT i’ve finally made a klance fic rec list.

i have a Thing about established relationship fic and WIPs, so you’ll find neither on this list. if that’s your thing, apologies! otherwise, my standards are pretty high for enjoyable fic, so i hope you enjoy!

also, i tried to avoid recommending too many of the mega-popular fics within the fandom (highest kudos/views/etc.) mostly because they are so easy to find, and i wanted to give some of the lesser viewed fics some attention. that doesn’t mean i don’t enjoy some of the most viewed fics in the fandom, though!

starlight - this fic does a great job of flipping the “friends trying to get other friends together” trope on its head. on-spot characterizations with lance really trying to do the right thing, and failing.
word count: 7719
rating: T

we’ll make it, you and me - because everyone needs near-death fic in their lives.
word count: 6421
rating: Tish
(warning for violence/injury)

what are you willing to do? - there isn’t enough smut of keith and lance fucking in their lions to ever truly satisfy me but this helps to ease the hole in my heart
word count: 3859
rating: E

somewhere i have never traveled - i am a sucker for some good postmodern structuring, and this fic delivers beautifully. lots of feels between two stupid boys in love.
word count: 4257 
rating: T

and i’ll keep you a daydream away - because everyone needs some parks and rec AU in their lives. very humorous!
word count: 2952 
rating: G

bonding time - i know you’re here for explicit recs so just take this heat!keith and enjoy it and its sequel, you fucking pervert
word count: 16416
rating: E

we’ll be counting stars - college AU with keith being a pining, ridiculous mess.
word count: 2958
rating: T

sweet like honeysuckle late at night - featuring prime banter between pidge and lance, along with some humorous porn. (not between pidge and lance. that’d be weird for a klance rec list.)
word count: 4838
rating: E

to catch a thief - a cute, flirty AU with lance as an art thief and keith as a cop.
word count: 5176
rating: T

pepsicola - really endearing rivals-to-friends-to-lovers fic that runs alongside canon.
(also this is inspired by phee’s art and that’s just lovely)
word count: 10320
rating: T
(warning for violence/injury)

the little things - cute fic of klance through hunk’s pov!
word count: 1675
rating: G

rapid escalation - wherein keith is oblivious to lance’s crush. really adorable and accurate characterization!
word count: 3095
rating: M

the benefits of afternoon tea - lance and hunk in a tea shop!! and keith is their server!!!
word count: 1185
rating: G

take the easel way out - this fic had me at “keith is a nude model for lance’s figure drawing class and lance is a flustered mess because of it”
word count: 4093
rating: M

it’s quite bizarre, and will remain this way - THEY’RE SPACE MUSEUM VOLUNTEERS and it is cute as fuck
word count: 16588 rating: T

with quiet words i’ll lead you in - beautifully well-done fic that explores the darker side of being part of voltron.
word count: 5217
rating: T

after doing this i have come to the conclusion that there is not enough porn in this fandom yet. get on it, fanfic authors

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I would like to take this moment to wholeheartedly appreciate what a Dad Move this is. 

Reigen dressed in (name brand?) athletic gear, showed up at his son’s Mob’s race, and proceeded to find & run alongside him with a freakin pacer just because he wants to help Mob achieve his goal. And it makes me so happy.

Reigen is THE dorky dad yelling his kid on at the sporting event. What a loser. My heart is full. 

Trope Writing for Millennials

HIghschool AU: You meet in the school counsellor’s office and bond over realizing you’re never going to be able to afford a secondary education.

CoffeeShop AU: You’re the barista with a Bachelor’s Degree in Education who works three jobs to make rent and he’s the cutie who busks on the corner so he can eat and pays for his coffee in dimes. He also has a useless accounting certificate and $80,000 in defaulted student loans. It’s love at first sight.

Roomates/Bedsharing: Vacancy rates in your city are under 1% and you’re sharing an illegal shoebox ‘basement suite’ that used to be a storage locker. Also, you’re an unpaid intern.

Friends to Lovers: The online dating world is terrifying so you marry your best friend for the tax benefits and so his insurance will cover your dental surgery.

Kid Fic: You got married young and are now working round the clock and struggling to raise two kids in a shitty economy where anyone at least 10 years your senior continually tells you you’re lazy and entitled. Bonus: One of your kids has a chronic illness and is on expensive medication.

Period AU: You miss your period and break down sobbing when you remember all the Planned Parenthood clinics have been defunded and/or closed. In a shocking twist, you’re not pregnant, but you do have endometriosis and need a hysterectomy. You get denied for insurance because being born with a uterus is a preexisting condition. These stories are full of angst and don’t have happy endings.

Fix-It Fic: Where you keep up a glamorous, yet simplified double life in your head that runs alongside the insanity of your real life, just to keep yourself going. In mine I’m engaged to Tyler Hoechlin and we’re having a baby through a surrogate.

Crossover Fic: When all the shitty aspects of your life converge to make sure you’re as low as you can be. Like when your overly critical mother insists you go shopping with her for clothes you can’t afford and you run into your ex (your parent’s favourite, of course) who is now engaged to the co-worker who just got promoted over you, not because they were more qualified, but because their “uncle” owns the company.

Feel free to add your own!

Enlisted Ranks: Army

There’s nothing I hate more than a story that didn’t even try to get its ranks right. Why is a major giving orders to a colonel? Why is a first sergeant working with a bunch of fuzzies? Why the hell did you just call the sergeant major ‘sir’? 

Military ranks are different across the branches, but if your story features the U.S. Army, here’s a breakdown of enlisted ranks and rank etiquette. (other branches coming soon!)

Basics
Ranks in the army follow a numerical pattern, so if you’re ever not quite sure what the name of the rank higher is, you can reference them by nomenclature.
E-series: E stands for enlisted. This refers to soldiers from private to sergeant major. 
O-series: O stands for officer. This refers to soldiers from second lieutenant to general. O-series post coming soon!
W-series: W stands for warrant officer. This refers to soldiers from warrant officer 1 to chief warrant officer 5. W-series post coming soon!

In ACUs, (army combat uniform) the rank is worn in the center of the chest via a velcro patch. In class-A uniforms, the rank is worn on the shoulder.

Each pay grade earns slightly more per month than the one before it. Officers make significantly more money per month than enlisted. Time in service also affects pay, meaning a sergeant who’s been in six years will make more than a staff sergeant who’s been in three years.

E-1: Private
Most people who enlist come in at E-1 unless they were in JROTC, have a college degree, or performed some other feat with their recruiters prior to enlisting i.e. volunteer work, good P.T. scores, etc. This is the lowest pay grade and has no rank. Soldiers who are E-1s do not wear a rank. 
also known as: PV1, fuzzy (because they wear no velcro rank, there’s a patch of bare fuzz in the middle of their uniform. You can buy a patch to cover it.)
Title: Private, PV1

E-2: Private
Yes, there are two ranks by the name of private. You reach E-2 automatically after six months of enlistment. If you enroll in the Delayed Entry Program or have an acceptable P.T. card with your recruiter, you can enlist as an E-2 instead of an E-1. At E-2, you more or less have no more power than an E-1. 
also known as : PV2
Title: Private, PV2


E-3: Private First Class
The final “private” class. You reach E-3 automatically after 12 months of enlistment, assuming you’ve been an E-2 for at least four months. If you were in JROTC for four years, you enter automatically at this rank. This rank still doesn’t have much power, but may be put in charge of other privates and may assist their team leader with tasks, and on occasion may be a team leader themselves.
also known as : PFC
Title: Private, PFC.

E-4: Specialist/Corporal
The last “junior enlisted” class. You reach specialist automatically after 24 months of enlistment, assuming you’ve been a PFC for at least six months. If you enlist with a completed four year college degree, you can start out as an E-4 instead of an E-1. Specialists tend to be team leaders and may be in charge of other specialists and privates. When no NCOs are present, the senior specialist is in charge. 

Corporal, while technically the same pay grade as specialist, is actually an essentially higher rank. It’s a special rank only bestowed on those who are in leadership positions and are awaiting the appropriate time in service/time in grade to be promoted to sergeant. Corporals are considered NCOs while specialists are considered junior enlisted.  Strictly speaking corporals and specialists are the same rank, but in most situations, corporals out rank specialists.
also known as: shamshields, (specialist only) SPC, CPL
Title: Specialist, Corporal

Intermission!

Man, all of that text is boring. Let’s break it up a bit with some rank etiquette, shall we?

• Lower enlisted (E-1 thru E-4) tend to call each other by their surname regardless of rank. Even an E-1 will probably be calling a specialist just by their name. The exception is Corporals, who are considered NCOs and are referred to by rank.

• E-5 and above are referred to as “NCOs,” or non-commissioned officers. 

• NCOs with similar ranks might call each other by their surnames and will call lower enlisted by their surnames. When discussing another NCO with a lower enlisted, they will use that NCO’s proper rank. So a sergeant speaking to a PFC will say “Sergeant Smith needs you,” not “Smith needs you.” Freshly promoted sergeants who still hang out with lower enlisted might not mind their friends calling them their surnames in private, but formally and professionally they’re expected to address their senior properly. 

• Lower enlisted ranks are often called “joes,” especially when an NCO is addressing another NCO about their squad or platoon. “Have your joes had chow yet?” = “Have the soldiers directly under your command eaten yet?” 

• It’s considered inappropriate for lower enlisted to hang out with NCOs and it’s discouraged, especially in the work place. 

Are you all rested up? Great! Let’s get back to the ranks. 




E-5: Sergeant

Finally: the NCO ranks! Unlike the previous ranks, you cannot automatically rank up to sergeant. You must attend special courses and be seen by a promotion board where you’ll be expected to recite the NCO creed and have knowledge appropriate for an non-commissioned officer. From this rank on, lower-ranked soldiers will refer to you as “sergeant” and you will likely be a squad leader or in another leadership position. 

• Lower enlisted do NOT refer to sergeants by their surname unless it is paired with their rank. “Sergeant Smith,” not just “Smith,” or your private will be doing a lot of push-ups. 

• No one calls them “Sarge.” Like… just don’t do it friends. 

• Some pronounce sergeant in such a way it sounds as though the g is dropped entirely. Ser-eant, or phonetically, “saarnt.” 

also known as: SGT

Title: Sergeant


E-6: Staff Sergeant

Sergeant Plus. You probably will have similar responsibilities to an E-5, meaning probably a squad leader unless you need to fill in for a platoon sergeant. Don’t misunderstand; in lower enlisted ranks, private and private first class aren’t that much of a difference. E-5 and E-6 are a definite difference though. It is acceptable to call an E-6 either “sergeant” or “sergeant (name)” instead of staff sergeant. 

also known as: SSG

Title: Sergeant


E-7: Sergeant First Class

At this point the ranks become known as “senior NCO.” E-7 and above cannot be demoted by normal means. It actually requires a court martial or congressional approval to demote an E-7. Like, it’s surprisingly hard to demote people after this point. I once knew an E-7 who got busted with a DUI and STILL didn’t lose his rank.

Anyway, it’s still appropriate to call an E-7 “sergeant” or “sergeant (name)” instead of sergeant first class. SFCs may be platoon sergeants or in some circumstances may hold a first sergeant position. While positioned as a first sergeant, they should be referred to as “first sergeant.” Unless you work at battalion level or higher, this is probably the highest NCO rank you’ll interact with regularly, and in some cases interacting with an E-7 can be as big a deal as interacting with an E-8. 

also known as: SFC

Title: Sergeant


E-8: First Sergeant/Master Sergeant

Another dual-rank. First sergeants are the NCO in charge of a company and are usually the highest ranking NCO soldiers will interact with regularly. They run the company alongside the company commander. All NCOs answer to them and most beginning of the day and end of the day formations will be initiated and ended with them. It is only appropriate to refer to a first sergeant as “first sergeant” or “first sergeant (name).” Do not just call them “sergeant.”

Master sergeants are E-8s who are not in a first sergeant position. Typically these people wind up working in offices in battalion or brigade. It’s only appropriate to refer to a master sergeant as “master sergeant” or “master sergeant (name).”

also known as: 1SG, FSG, (first sergeant only) MSG (master sergeant only)

Titles: First Sergeant, Master Sergeant.


E-9: Sergeant Major or Command Sergeant Major

We finally reach the end of the list: Sergeant Major, the highest ranking NCO. Sergeant Majors will be found at battalion level and higher. Command Sergeant Majors are those that hold a leadership position in a battalion, brigade, etc, like first sergeant vs master sergeant. It is appropriate to refer to E-9s as “sergeant major” or “sergeant major (name).” Typically, a command sergeant major will be referred to AS command sergeant major.

In the U.S., the plural form of sergeant major is “sergeants major.” Outside the U.S., “sergeant majors” can be correct. 

also known as: SGM, CSM

Title: Sergeant Major

Now, for the most important announcement:

Soldiers NEVER, and I mean NEVER, refer to an NCO as “sir” or “ma’am.” Forget what the movies tell you; if your first sergeant is chewing you out, you do not say “ma’am, yes ma’am!” You’ll earn yourself some push-ups and some cleaning duty and probably a counseling. Do you see how under every rank I’ve provided a “title” section? That’s how your soldiers address that rank. Period. The only people who get called “sir” and “ma’am” are civilians and officers. Cannot tell you how many movies I’ve rolled my eyes into my skull because some snot-nosed private is calling their squad leader “sir.” Please cease this immediately. Thank you.

That’s all for scriptsoldier’s rank breakdown of enlisted ranks! Stay tuned for our breakdown of officers, warrant officers, and how your rank affects your standing in your unit!

braveten  asked:

Victor, Yuuri, and Yurio are looking at colleges when Victor sees a sign for a marathon and decides to join it with Yurio. Yuuri is holding a sign labeled 'kiss me i'm a skater' on the sidelines and Victor gets very distracted during the race.

RETIRED 5-TIME WORLD FIGURE SKATING CHAMPION TO ENTER 2018 ST LIDWINA MARATHON
Viktor Nikiforov, retired 5-time consecutive World Champion of Men’s Figure Skating, has recently announced that he will be participating in the 2018 St Lidwina Marathon on April 16. Nikiforov reportedly has taken up long-distance running as a hobby alongside coaching his husband, 2017 World Champion and Grand Prix Winner Yuuri Katsuki as well as 2016 Grand Prix Winner Yuri Plisetsky. Plisetsky is also running the marathon alongside Nikiforov, while Katsuki will be cheering at the halfway mark on the St Lidwina University campus. [MORE]


The screaming at the St Lidwina University Thunder Tunnel is, for lack of a better word, thunderous. 

Yurio had been looking at the university as a prospective applicant, and they’d lined up the visit so that they could get a campus tour and attend an admissions info session alongside participating in the marathon the next day. They were even staying at a small Airbnb just off-campus, tucked above a cosy little cafe called Charlotte’s Corner. St Lidwina was a sweet little New England college town already beginning to be warmed by spring, and Yurio had loved it.

Well, at least, he was scowling a lot less than usual. Puberty had hit Yurio like a truck, and as a consequence he liked to act extra surly to compensate for his sudden lack of grace on the ice. But when the blond had looked up at the red-brick and marble-pillar majesty that was Founders Hall, the admissions and administrative building of the liberal arts college at the university, none of that surliness had been on his face.

That had been yesterday. Today, a different sort of energy hums in the air. Yuuri is convinced most of the students piled up on the metal barriers by the main road are already well on their way to drunk if not already there. Their screams are deafening, and the bright colours of their signs flash wildly in the mid-morning sun.

Viktor and Yurio would be coming by in one of the middle groups, Yuuri knows, so they’ll be here sooner or later. He elbows his way into the crowds gathered at the barrier until he’s managed to squeeze himself up against the metal, between a girl holding a sign that says “Live Long and Prosper” and a boy with a sign that says “Kiss Me, I’m from Texas”. 

Yuuri has his own sign, of course, and he has it up just as another wave of runners begin to appear around the bend.

The screaming gets louder

Yuuri almost drops his sign in an attempt to cover his ears. Had he ever been this loud while at Wayne State? Maybe he should have had something to drink before coming out here. The girl next to him is jumping up and down now, offering high-fives to the marathon runners as they go by. Someone has come by and planted a solid smooch on the cheek of the boy from Texas. 

Yuuri himself offers a couple high-fives to passing runners who recognise him. He shouts some encouragement to them as they go past, but his voice feels oddly drowned out in the overwhelming sound.

And then he sees them both rounding the bend, and his heart picks up a little at the sight.

Yuri is wearing a loose black tank and short leopard-print shorts, his hair tied up and his expression determined. He high-fives a couple people, and offers a quick peck to a girl waving a sign that says “Kiss Me, I’m a Cat Person”. But for the most part he’s focused on the road ahead.

Viktor, on the other hand, is craning his head every which way for a sign of Yuuri. And he’s running shirtless, the white t-shirt he’d started with now uselessly draped over his shoulders. His hair is clipped out of his face and he seems to be covered in sweat, but there’s an intoxicating flush in his cheeks that has a lot of people surrounding Yuuri clamouring for him to come over and kiss them.

And Yuuri’s not about to let that happen.

Viktor!” he shouts, waving his sign. Viktor looks over, his expression lighting up at the sight as he jogs by. 

“Yuuri!” he breathes. He looks like he wants to say more, but is too exhausted to do anything else other than grab Yuuri by the back of his head and bring him in for the hottest, sweatiest, and most disgusting kiss they’ve ever shared in their life. The world falls away all the same, all the noise and screaming around them narrowing into a tunnel of sound surrounding the two of them.

Viktor’s shirt tugs a little. Yurio is dragging him away. Yuuri is dimly aware that he’s now halfway over the barrier. His sign has dropped away somewhere.

“You should go,” he breathes absently against Viktor’s lips.

“Don’t wanna,” mutters Viktor.

“You need to finish the race,” Yuuri says. “We can pick this up later.”

“Promise?” asks Viktor.

Yuuri nods. His fingers linger a moment longer on Viktor’s cheek after he’s pulled back, and then his husband is racing away, sunlight glinting off his ring. Just before he fades from view, Viktor turns back and blows him a kiss, and Yuuri catches it with a grin.

“Wow.” He hears it just to his left, and turns to see the girl staring at him, wide-eyed. He can feel the eyes of everyone nearby on him, now, striking a match to the fire spreading rapidly across his cheeks. 

“That was adorable,” someone remarks. “Can’t wait to see it break the internet.”

And then they return to the screaming, and Yuuri hopes (in vain, he knows) that Phichit won’t find any videos of him and Viktor by the end of the hour.


CHECK OUT THIS ADORABLE COUPLE AT THE 2018 ST LIDWINA MARATHON!
Rick Martin for BuzzFeed

Viktor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki continue to be #relationshipgoals as Katsuki was spotted giving out some, ahem, encouragement as a spectator of the St Lidwina Marathon this past Monday.

The St Lidwina University Thunder Tunnel is a longstanding tradition of the Marathon, being located at the halfway point on the route. It offers runners a significant milestone as well as encouragement to continue the route. Katsuki was spotted at the Thunder Tunnel at around 11:30AM holding a sign that says ‘Kiss Me, I’m a Figure Skater’ and offering high-fives and encouragement to the runners that passed by.

Well, until his husband, retired five-time consecutive World Champion Viktor Nikiforov showed up with their son (in all but name) Yuri Plisetsky.

Nikiforov clearly read Katsuki’s sign and decided to take him up on the offer.

Very enthusiastically.

And of course Katsuki was very enthusiastically reciprocating.

I mean, can we blame them? Nikiforov was running shirtless by that point in the race. #thethirstisrealfolks

Eventually Plisetsky pulled Nikiforov back to the marathon at hand, and the two managed to complete with the rest of the runners.

Nikiforov repeatedly beat his personal best time by six minutes despite having been distracted by his husband along the way.

We’re sure they celebrated this little victory in their own little way afterwards. 

carli getting a taxi at the airport, surrounded by luggage

taxi driver: you need a hand?

carli: a hand? who do you think I am? I’ve never needed a hand in 34 years. you know what, you drive my luggage, I’ll run alongside the car. gotta keep grinding. france 2019 here I come. 💪🏻💪🏻

Tension(Jhope AMBW Smut)

I wrote this for mainly two people @silhouetted-beauty and my best friend Ti. But I hope that I make a lot of girls happy with this one<3 

“I hate him so much!” You complained flopping down on your back, your sheets ruffling and flaring up around your body some corners draping on your limbs as you looked up at the ceiling frowning.

“No, you don’t, you secretly wish he’d come in there and whisper to you in his deep voice.” Your friend Destiny teased you with a small snicker she could just imagine how red your face was getting from becoming flustered by the male.

“HEY! Whose side are you on?!?” You whined softly as you shut your eyes slamming one of your fists down on the bed.

“I’m on your side! Unless Hoseok puts you there first.” She was howling in laughter at how you sputtered on the phone, trying to find words but coming up short of them.

“I’m hanging up.” You sighed softly rolling your eyes.

“Listen, hey y/n it’s not that bad. I know that you two have your run ins but I’m pretty sure that you are going to be okay once you actually take initiative to talk to him.” Destiny advised and you rolled your eyes.

“Talk to him? This is the same man that has random girls in his room! And loud music all the time! He always people over! And he is so arrogant like he all fine when he really isn’t!” You almost screamed throwing a tantrum in your bed. Not knowing you were screaming that loud you heard a knock on your door. You frowned wondering who was pounding on your door. You got up slowly after telling Destiny to hold on, opening the door you see him. The devil himself, Jung Hoseok. He leaned against your door with his hand eyeing you slowly.

“What the fuck do you want?” You snarled glaring at him. He gave a little smirk as he pointed towards his door which was two doors over from across your room.

“Me and my girl are trying to get busy and we can’t fuck if you’re being loud.” Hoseok muttered as he pushed himself off your door.

“You know what, fuck you. You don’t consider my feelings and I won’t consider yours asshole.” You moved to slam the door in his face locking it and walking back towards your bed laying on your stomach.

Hoseok couldn’t believe it. He could hear some of the guys passing by laughing at him. He was so pissed off at how you treated him. Like he was nothing when most of the girls were not hesitant to hop on his dick at all. He could feel his face heating up, he was pissed and he would make you pay oh yes. He stormed back towards his room shutting the door behind him taking off his hoody to reveal his perfectly toned abs. He had heard you by pure luck, you weren’t even that loud he just wanted to fuck with you a bit. He wouldn’t have missed out on a chance at seeing your curvy body and smooth skin. You were so beautiful, a brown cutie with brown eyes. He and his friends always thought you stood out because you had melanin in you and he, himself wanted to be down with the swirl but approaching you had never been easy. You were cocky for no reason, sure you got good grades and perfect attendance. Sure, you could sing and dance without a problem but no one ever got you, you turned everyone down and he didn’t get why you felt you were above everyone else. You had a smart mouth and he wanted to put it to work on his dick, the way you walked he could tell not many got a chance to even press up against you. You made him sexually frustrated and pissed off at the same time, treating him like he was beneath you.

“Are you going to just stand there or are you going to come fuck me?” His ‘date’ for the evening asked. He came back to his senses smiling at her as he unzipped his pants.

“Get on all fours baby and take your hair down from that ponytail.” Hoseok commanded as he strolled to her but he was imagining it was you. He wanted you to be on your knees for him, hands gripping the sheets as he slammed into your tight wet pussy over and over again. He wanted to hear you cry out his name as he fucked you raw and hard, making your knees dig into his sheets. He wanted to pull your hair and slap your ass. He wanted to make you call him daddy and beg for him to hit that same spot. He wanted to make you cum and be a complete shaking mess under him right now just how he had this random girl. But alas, tonight he couldn’t have you so he would just imagine until he got you.

That night you lounged around your bed, going between being pissed and stunned with what Hoseok said to you. How dare he come talk to you like that and demand that you be quiet? Who did he think he was? It was infuriating how some men worked and he was no better. You hated whoever thought Co-Ed dorms were a great idea. But this was also Jung Hoseok and no matter what he probably would still end up in the same building as you. Why did you hate him? A few reasons. The main was because he was a fuckboy. He put his dick in any and everything. You didn’t like the fact that everyone talked about him like he was so great and amazing because he wasn’t anything. And you hated him for more reasons, the way he rapped how he sang, how he walked around like he owned the damn place and everyone. You had seen him a few times with a tank or just plain shirtless playing soccer and he was fine. You were attracted to his intellect, his personality, and his body.  It was so bad that you couldn’t explain how quick your fingers found your pussy or how you longed to feel him finger fucking you ruthlessly against the bed instead of it being yourself. Your muffled moans into the sheets as you bit onto the soft fabric making a drool spot form from your lips. You were fed up with yourself, in no time you were releasing calling out his name as your slick fingers drove against your spot, your back arched and body locking up from the sweet sensation that crawled through your bones. Sighing loudly, you slumped against the bed as your hips snapped against your fingers calming down your high and instead replaced you feeling empty and even more bitter to him now than you did.

The next few weeks went the same way, you saw him in class and around lunch times and when you went back to your room. It was hell, it seemed you were becoming much more frustrated with him now then what you were doing the past few weeks. It was hard to ignore him when all you wanted to do was to go up to him and demand that he fuck you, but for numerous of reasons nothing could happen between you two. You knew Destiny would have a field day and scream I told you so. You couldn’t let that happen.

Going to the gym always seemed to calm you down. You stepped on the treadmill pulling down the soft cotton fabric of your tight leggings that rested against your knees. You moved your tank around before placing the beat earbuds in your ears turning the music up loud. You started to slowly jog on the treadmill until you were able to increase the speed bit by bit. You didn’t hear the door open, nor did you feel the gaze on you until it was too late. Hoseok moved to stand on the treadmill beside you, looking you up and down and staring at you so much you couldn’t help but feel it. Turning to look at him, you growled rolling your eyes at him before facing forward again increasing your speed until the jog was a bit faster. Hoseok, not liking that you were ignoring him set the treadmill to match your speed running alongside of you. It pissed you off that he was trying to keep up with you, so you started to go faster. And from there it started a race on who could run faster, and you couldn’t believe you were doing this. Breaking out into a full sprint, your hands had to hold onto the treadmill to keep you from falling, you took deep heavy breaths and your legs were turning into jelly as you tried to keep up with Hoseok’s pace. You ticked up the speed until you were hitting a five flat and tiring yourself out quickly. Hoseok chuckled because the pace wasn’t that hard for him, but he listened to yours grunts and groans, you loud cry of pain as your legs almost gave out. You turned the speed down until you were at a walking speed, your hands pressing down on a bar as you tried to walk out the stiffness in your legs everything burned. Sweat pooled on your forehead, it moved down your face as your clothes clung to you. You didn’t know if you’d be able to walk to your room but thankfully after you cooled down you stepped down on the treadmill looking over as Hoseok used his headband to pull his hair back from his face. You studied him, seeing the sweat drift down from his face to his neck, his bronze skin. His plump lips that were becoming chapped. His shirt was clinging to his body, his biceps popping out as he pressed his feet down against the treadmill. You watched behind him, looking at his toned legs, his firm ass that you would grab and hold as he pounded into you. You had to tell yourself to leave before he caught you staring at him and you didn’t want to hear the end of this. Sighing you went back to your room and showered for the night falling asleep with your fingers buried in your heat like any other night.

A month had passed but you hadn’t been seeing Hoseok as much and you guessed it had to do with the fact that the semester was winding down and he was about to graduate college. You were about to be a senior, so you should have been happy that you wouldn’t have to see him next semester but instead it was replaced with sadness and you couldn’t believe that you wouldn’t have his presence around. On top of that, your exams were ruthless and the study guides were even worse. Someone also had filled all the washers with clothes meaning you had to stay up late and wait for the openings. But after twenty more minutes after waiting for a full hour you got tired of it and decided to move the clothes yourself. Placing them in the dryer you smiled in triumph, setting your clothes in and moving the settings to what you wanted it to be. The door opened to the room as you were grabbing your wash basket and in walked the person you had been having conflicts in your head with.  

“Where. Are my clothes?” Hoseok asked shutting the shut behind him. You froze before you straightened up leaning against the dryer.

“You didn’t come get your shit, be grateful I even put it in the dryer.” You snapped at him grabbing your things once again to take it out of the washroom. Hoseok growled and snatched your basket from you placing it up above your head and eventually setting it on a high shelf that only he had an advantage of reaching comfortably.”

“Well well little miss perfect thinks she can just move my shit without asking? Sorry princess but life doesn’t work like that.” He spat at you, and you hated it more that he was so much taller than you because you felt as if he was scolding you for committing some act of treason.

“Excuse me!! You should have come and got your shit! It’s been here for an hour and twenty minutes now!! Not my fucking fault you can’t stop shoving your dicks in everything and take care of responsibility.” You spat back at him feeling your anger rise so much that your fingers were starting to dig into your clammy palms as your hands became fist.

“Maybe you should try having a dick shoved in you. Maybe you wouldn’t be such a stuck-up bitch.” Hoseok insulted you to your face. The words he uttered to you stung and they hurt, without thinking you raised your hand up ready to slap him, but to your dismay it didn’t work like that at all. Hoseok grabbed your left wrist as you brought your hand up and spun you around until your front was pressing against the dryer that you had thrown all his clothes in. He gripped at both of your wrist pinning them behind you with one hand letting the other grip your chin and force you to look at him.

“Who do you think you are? Like you could really fucking reach me.” He kept insulting you, his brown eyes bearing into yours with anger and something else you wished you weren’t seeing.

“You can go choke on a dick. Because I’m pretty sure somebody loves making you their bitch.” You snarled in a sweet voice. Hoseok looked as if he was ready to commit a murder. His pupils dilated and his nose flared as he dug his nails into your hips.

“Oh yeah?” He asked moving his hand from your wrist to grip at your hair pushing your head against the dryer. His other large hand moved from yours hips to rub your ass before he gave it two slaps on your right cheek through your pajama bottoms. “Well guess whose bitch you’re about to become.” Hoseok taunted as he slapped your ass again watching your body wiggle and your skin heat as you tried to move from him. “That’s right baby by all means fight me.” He groaned pressing against you. “Because the harder you fight.. The. Harder. I. Fuck.” He snapped his hips against yours with every word he spoke making your clothed ass bounce back against his hips lightly. He pulled back to look down at your body, seeing his half erect member poking through your plump ass cheeks he shook his head. “You need to be punished for being so damn fine. Let’s see if you can be a good girl for me.” Hoseok smiled grabbing at the hems of your shorts.

You were going between wanting him and not wanting him, you didn’t know which side was winning. But saying he didn’t turn you on was a big ass lie because you knew he did without a doubt, but you were in public and anyone could come in at any time to wash and you would be screwed.

“We are in public!” You reminded him as he yanked your pj bottoms down as well as your panties to your knees. You gasped as he exposed your skin, he smirked when he saw the blooming red hand print that was forming on your right cheek from his hit.

“Someone scared of a little danger? I guess you will have to keep quiet then if you don’t want anyone to know that prime fuck daddy is making you cum.” He leaned down biting into your left ass cheek causing you to jump and your hips to bite into the dryer. You pushed your hips back thrashing wildly, trying to slap the fuck out of him because of what he was saying and how he was acting.

“I don’t want you Hoseok! Let me go- “You choked back a gasp as you felt his slender finger into you. You paused, your mouth hanging open as he buried his finger to the knuckle and then deeper than that.

“Hmm?” Hoseok teased. “You were saying what?” He asked you circling his finger around inside of your wet pussy. He was amazed at how wet you were but he was far from complaining. He knew you had checked him out and it was confirmed by his friends as well that you looked him up and down but to be in this moment and finally have something he wanted, oh yes, he was going to milk you and make sure you never forgot who he was. “I said speak!” He ordered taking his long slender finger out of you to slap across your right ass cheek on the same spot to make the place sore and red again. “So, now you can’t speak?” He asked you as he rubbed your wet juices around your left ass cheek. He gave you four licks watching as your plump ass cheek jiggled from how he hit you with such force seeing the skin slowly turn red.

“I hate you.” You said slowly through clenched teeth, your knees lightly trembled and your hands pressed against the top of the dryer as you willed yourself to be defiant and not to give in to him though you wanted him so bad.

“Yes y/n by all means hate me baby girl.” He teased with a throaty laugh. His finger escaping inside of your wet pussy again feeling the warmth suck up his finger as he curved it slightly watching your hips lightly jerk. He moved it slowly in and out of you seeing the dryer move the upper part of your body slightly because of the vibrations. “That’s right I want you to hate me. Because this pussy is so wet and ready based off your hatred. I want to hear you say it.” He teased adding another finger inside of you laughing to himself as you shut your legs, your supple thighs becoming appealing and something he wanted to mark. Your ass looking like two round globes that he wanted to fuck into as well as your pussy that was looking so pretty and so wet pressed together. Your heat becoming inviting to him as he stretched you out hearing the wet lewd sounds of his fingers moving in and out of you.

“S-say what?” You asked continuing to hold your moans, but pants were in the wake as you tried to clear your throat and listen to him over the sound of your heart beating into your ears. He was stretching you out and it had been a while since you had fucked anyone but he was doing a damn good job. Curving his fingers and stroking your walls searching for the spot that would end all your bullshit with him. You wanted more, you wanted him to tear it up already but you weren’t going to beg him. As if he could read an ounce of your thoughts his thumb brushed against your clit causing you to release a slight whimper before your teeth clamped down on your plump bottom lip.

“That’s it.. I want you to tell me that I don’t make you wet. Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me I’m not the reason this pretty pussy is gushing with juices. Tell me that it’s not me causing all this water to fall down your legs. Tell me I’m not the reason your panties are so wet. Tell me that you haven’t been finger fucking yourself wishing that it was me.” When Hoseok said the last part, you froze and your mind went on high alert. Once he saw that he had you he gave a proud smirk to himself speeding up his fingers to thrust into different angles until he was hitting against your spot and he knew it was your spot because you brought a hand up to your mouth to cover your cries as your pussy sucked on his fingers. Hoseok leaned down pressing wet kisses up your spine moaning softly at how smooth your brown skin was against his lips. He kissed on your shoulder through your shirt before he leaned over you with his chest flush against your back releasing your hair he let his hand moved in front of you to grab at your hips and push you back against him, his lips against your ear as he exhaled a few breaths allowing his warm breath to fan across your heated skin.

“You think that you’re always quiet but I got news for you. If you time it just right and wait for maybe three to four in the morning when you think everyone is asleep. If I press my ear against your door. I can hear those faint whispers of my name. Hoseok don’t stop please.” He mimicked in your voice whispering your dirty secrets to you. “And do you know what that does to me?” Hoseok asked as he thrusted his fingers faster inside of you pulling and pushing them deep into your walls causing your legs to shake as your eyes rolled back. “Do you know how hard it is to not moan your name when I’m fucking someone else wishing it was you?” He asked biting down on your earlobe causing you to release a yelp of pleasure as your hips pushed down against his fingers in a needy manner. “I have wanted to tear this pussy up since the moment I first ever got to know all about you.” Hoseok admitted licking the shell of your ear. “So, don’t mistake this and think it’s just one night oh no baby. I’m going to make you and your sweet pretty pussy remember how it felt to have daddy stroking inside of you until this pussy cat was purring.”

Your whole body jolted form his words, you knew for sure you would cum. Your toes curled in your socks and you could feel the coil in your stomach as your mind blanked out and was only replaced with his name. But Hoseok was not satisfied with you yet, as if he wanted you to get caught he pulled his fingers from you causing you to whine and gasp as your hips jerked against air fucking nothing. Only the dryer was able to hold up your shaking legs as your high was so close to being there and you could feel only the trickle of your orgasm starting to hit you. Hoseok was satisfied with you, but you weren’t you looked back at him feeling your mouth dry at the sight. Through his sweats, you could see his bulge imprint against his leg, and his shirt was sleeveless and had the sides cut down the middle revealing his toned tan body. His brown hair was pushed back to reveal his forehead. You wanted him, and you were feeling your pride eat away at you but he was just standing there looking at you. Slowly he lifted his fingers to his mouth sucking off your juices moaning as he purposefully brought his tongue out to roll against his digits.

“Hoseok.” You started biting on your lip, you were nervous and you didn’t want to do this, but you knew your own fingers weren’t going to get you off. You were going to need him to finish the ache that was between your legs and he seemed ready to pounce whenever you said the word. When he didn’t answer you, your eyes drifted shut before you fisted at the hems of your shirt. “Please.” You stated slightly and he brought his fingers from his plump lips.

“Please?” He questioned eyeing you as if to tell you to go on.

“Please. Look. You know what I want. And I don’t want anyone walking in on us. Let’s go back to my room. I won’t fight you anymore. Just not here.” You tried to reason with him. He seemed unsatisfied with your answer. “Whatever you want Hoseok. Even if it’s to go to your room.” You pleaded covering your quivering heat as he seemed to eye that the most, his eyes rising slowly over your figure until he locked eyes with you, the air around you becoming thick to slice.

“Whatever I want.” He repeated as you nodded your head. “I want you to get on your knees and use your mouth.” Hoseok stated knocking your hopeful smile to a frown.

“Excuse the hell out of me?” You questioned him.

“You heard me right. On your knees, taking my dick between those plump lips and showing me that it’s worth more than shit talking.” Hoseok stated leaning against a table that was used for folding clothes.

“Please you got me fucked up.” You rolled your eyes and he shrugged watching you.

“Fine then have fun getting yourself off.” He called out pulling out his phone to find some porn and finish his job, it was going to suck but he knew how to control himself and he wanted to control you.

“Are you serious?!” You stomped your foot, watching him for a second. “What if-“

“Someone comes in?” He asked again rolling his eyes. “I knew you were dull at moments but I never thought it would be this bad. You keep wasting all this time talking about what if this and that but if you did what I ask or simply not played hard to get we probably would be in my bedroom right now fucking. So, the choice is yours, either you do or don’t.” Hoseok made it plain and simple. You were appalled. Staring at him for a second you weighed your options but what did you really have to lose? A reputation yes but so did he so it wasn’t as if you were in this long. And you knew that people washed late but they all stopped at a certain time so now it was just a matter of you being able to keep quiet. Seeing him there though you didn’t know when you’d get another chance. Swallowing a lump in your throat you reached for your pajama bottoms about to pull them up when he stopped you.

“Keep those bottoms right where they are unless you’re leaving. In that case have a good night.” He chirped in with a sweet eye smile in your direction. You couldn’t stand him; how could something be so cute and so fucking ready to make you choke in .03 seconds? Sighing, you walked forward until you were closing the distance getting on your knees. Hoseok had to admit he didn’t expect you to stay but seeing you on your knees in front of him, licking the outline of his dick was enough to have it twitching in the confines of his boxers. He could feel his breath hitch but he told himself to hold it in and not to break yet. You flicked your tongue at him, grabbing at the hems of his sweats your placed your cool finger tips against his skin, grabbing his boxers as well and you pushed them down to the floor in one go. His dick stood proud and tall, his tip pink and angry slight precum leaking from the head.

Your mouth watered at the size, he was big and had a thick girth but you could handle it. Bracing your hands on his thighs you licked around his tip capturing his attention. Hoseok acted as if he was bored on his phone, but he was secretly taking pictures of you teasing his tip. Flicking your tongue up and down his slit, nibbling on his head and opening your mouth to let him pass through your pink lips slowly. Once he got enough pictures he waited until you started to bob your head with just half of his length entering in your mouth to record a video. You were playing with him, only sucking half of him and hollowing your cheeks. He reached a hand down grabbing at your hair threading his fingers through it to feel your strands of hair on his fingertips. You were comforted by this but all too soon he changed the pace of things shoving your head down further on his shaft making you take more of him in. He groaned as you choked once, he could feel himself reaching the back of your throat as you choked. Catching the moment on camera was all he needed before he was ending the video and throwing the phone down on the table beside him. He spread his legs a little wider looking down at you with his mouth opening into a ‘o’ form he controlled your head making you move at a face pace and take him as deep as you could. He rutted his hips forward letting his balls slap against your chin and get wet from the spit that was falling past your lips down your chin.

“Mmm do you like that you pretty little thing? Do you like tasting daddy’s dick? You take it so well. I just love hearing you choke on it. Fuck look at that pretty mouth, I could fuck it all day until it was sore and you were hoarse. But I’d only switch over to pounding into your pussy next.” Hoseok teased, he rolled his hips holding your head down making you swallow around his shaft or he was changing the pace. He loved watching your face turn red, the way your eyes watered up as it got too much to handle. How your hands pushed at his legs sometimes or your nails dug into his thighs. Your little gag sounds mixed in with slight moans. You looked so beautiful to him always but seeing the innocent cocky girl on her knees just did something to him and he couldn’t explain it. Feeling your tongue roll under his shaft and press against his sensitive veins was like heaven.

You tried to please him as much as you could. Yes, he pressed his hips harshly against your mouth, your jaw was slack with how you had to relax for him. But you could see yourself doing this for him again if he ever asked. The sex faces he made was satisfying, how he grumbled in a deep voice and said vulgar things to you. How the sweat started to form around his forehead as his eyebrows knitted together and he took in the scene before you. You were happy that you got him of his phone and paying attention to you and all that you could offer him. Your hand went up cupping his balls and playing with the sack as he face fucked you. That’s when Hoseok knew he had to stop you, it was like you were picking him apart when he should have been doing that to you. Hoseok pulled your head off his wet dick slowly, he was so hard and he needed you but he wasn’t done with foreplay yet and he had to get you back worked up.

“Stand up.” He commanded in a deep voice thick with lust. You heard voices that were faint and grew louder as people from the outside passed and either went to their room from somewhere or vice versa. Regardless it caused you both to pause and Hoseok was more than ready to defend you but luckily the fun wasn’t ruined yet.

He pushed you back against the dryer that was about to approach having less that fifteen minutes left before his clothes were done. Hoseok got on his knees taking your left foot out of your bottoms lifting it up and throwing it over his shoulder. “I want you to take your breast out of your bra and touch them for me. Play with yourself like I know you can.” He winked at you kissing up your thigh slowly. You hesitated but it seemed the more time he spent kissing on your body the less you could really think about as he approached your heat. Hoseok let his lips pucker up and blow air against your clit, darting his tongue out to press soft kisses against your lips as he watched you pull down your shirt and bra grabbing your breast and folding them for him. Your lip bit making his dick jump once again as your fingers roamed over your hardened nipples. “Spit on them.” Hoseok commanded licking up and down your lips slowly nibbling on your flesh. You obeyed, spitting on your breast though it was embarrassing. You did it until your nipples were wet enough that you could play with them for him, rubbing the spit in. Hoseok smirked latching his lips onto your clit sucking on it. His tongue pressed against the bud flicking it as he watched you pleasure yourself from above. He gripped at your ass cheeks pressing your hips close to his face moaning as his tongue went wild flicking up and down your clit at a rapid pace and soon he was teasing your entrance rolling his tongue around you steadily. He moaned against your heat shaking his head side to side eating you to the point you were sure people outside would hear what was going on from the sheer sound alone.

He slipped his muscle inside of you the wet long pink muscle tongue fucking you as he held your hips flush against his face. Your head rolled back as his hair tickled the top of your pussy and the lower part of your stomach. Your toes curled in your socks as your hips tried to jerk forward. You could feel the curving of his tongue as he explored your warmth claiming it for himself. Your hands gave up playing with your breast and you went to pull at his hair instead, the silk strands feeling good to touch as your nails grazed at his scalp. Your chest rose and fell from how much he pleased you, your mouth hung open but you willed yourself only to give silent cries, laying back against the vibrating dryer you focused on how it felt to have him flicking his tongue rapidly against your spot circling and flattening his tongue. Hoseok could eat you out all day he was sure of it, though his face was becoming wet with your juices he didn’t mind having to clean it up later at all. As long as he got to taste the sweetness and pull this reaction from you he would always try to get you to come undone under him. He pulled back slowly licking up your slit again, your fingers were locked in his hair but you slowly let it go so that you could look at him. Hoseok’s face was glistening with your juices that he drank up and he stood up slowly looking down at you before he wiped off his mouth. He turned you around and you went willingly pressing your hands back against the dryer. Hoseok heard the dryer shut off, but he only started it back up pulling your hips from the machine a bit so that he could angle you.

He lifted one of your legs up, letting the inside of his arm hold you under the back of your knee. He made you bend your leg, his free hand pressing his dick flush against your slit causing his hips to brush his member against your clit and back down. You concentrated harder on not moaning, he was teasing you again, the wetness from you given him heard was starting to dry up but your pussy did the trick of getting him wet enough to slide into you. He moved to position himself at your entrance and slowly he sunk himself inside of your pussy. Burying himself to the hilt, he watched as you leaned forward trying to adjust. He didn’t want to hurt you but he didn’t want you to have too much of a pause especially since you weren’t exactly safe from the outside world. Anyone could open the door at any time and you would both be screwed. Hoseok pulled out all the way before he slammed back inside of you, starting off a rhythm of going between slow grinding and quick body rolls. Your head swam with all thoughts of him and your heart seemed to stop every time he surged his hips forward. One of his hands resting on your hips he pulled you back to him seeing how your plump ass meet his flesh time and time again. He loved it, he just couldn’t hear anything from you and he didn’t like that. “Moan or I’ll stop.” He warned but of course you were too stubborn to listen so you didn’t do anything. Hoseok slowed all the way down barely moving inside of you.

“I find it extremely funny that you have become putty in my hands yet you refuse to moan for me as if you’re not enjoying this.” He commented with a scoff rolling his hips deep against yours causing his shaft to lightly graze your spot.

“Well I guess that I’m not putty, then am I?” You asked rhetorically giving him a reason to growl at you and not care about if you limped the next day or not.

Hoseok started to slam into you, bringing your hips back harder against his, he was thrusting into you so hard that he had to press your body against the dryer in fear that he would hurt you or cause you to bruise your hips from hitting the dryer every time he lurched forward. Hoseok smirked and switched the angle of his hips searching for your spot and when he found it he drilled it, his thick dick pounding into your wet greedy walls that was sucking him in and wrapping snuggly around him. He had no mercy on you, it felt so good but it stung as well. At how fast he was moving his hips against yours, you wanted him to slow down because you were going to start screaming if he kept fucking you like that. Your hand reached out to grab at him but you only ended up fisting at his shirt trying to push him back. Hoseok grinned at you doing an aegyo voice as he slipped his finger down to rub at your clit.

“Do you like that? Does it feel good to have daddy’s long fingers playing with this puffy clit as he fucks this pussy nice and deep? Look at how stretched out I made you baby girl. How good you swallow daddy in, I can just see how I’m slipping inside of this pretty pink pussy and it feel so amazing. Look at you so fucked and ruined against this dryer. What if someone comes in and sees you like this. Daddy’s fucking toy. Do you like being that?” Hoseok asked you rolling his fingers against your clit. You weren’t going to answer him but your mouth uttered the words and your brain just seemed to go with it.

“God yes.” You moaned out softly looking up in his eyes and he gave you a crooked smirk.

“Yes what baby doll?” He asked pinching on your clit causing you to yelp as your hips pushed back against his to some extent.

“Yes daddy! Yes, I love it when you fuck me. I love being your fucktoy.” You mouthed out as he watched you leaning forward to press his forehead against yours.

“Mmm fuck yeah baby. Do you like how daddy stretches you up?” He questioned and you nodded your head again answering.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this daddy. To have your thick dick inside of me, fucking my wet pussy and making me behave like a good girl. I love feeling your hips push against mine daddy. I love it when you treat me like this.” You whimpered, your bottom lip quivering as your stomach tightened up again.

“Yeah? You tried to disobey but you’re my fucking good girl. Who do you belong to? Say it!” Hoseok commanded harshly. His free hand reached up and he slapped the left side of your cheek slightly before he was choking you, pushing his hips harder against you winding in different directions and letting his body roll against yours. He bit on your bottom lip, your breath was mixing in as you moaned out for him a bit louder, his name falling from your lips in almost a silent plea and it released a growl from his lips. He kept up his ruthless speed though his hips were hurting and his legs were tired, he couldn’t rest until he got you off.

“Please let me come daddy. Please Hoseok. Please!” You begged him with what voice you did have left feeling your breast bounce up and down the vibrations shooting through your nipples and down to yours stomach.

“Tell me who you belong to.” He repeated once again allowing you to remember that you never answered him the first time. Your mouth dropped open as you started to approach your high, your insides starting to churn as your limbs were staring to tingle.

“You! I belong to you Hoseok!” You were pretty sure if anyone lived close to the room they heard you. Hoseok smirked proudly nodding his head as his fingers tapped against your pussy.

“Come for daddy then baby.” Hoseok pressed his lips against yours, initiating a makeout session that was slow and deep despite how he was pounding into your heat without mercy. The juices from your pussy was starting to drop down on your pajamas and the floor as your eyes drifted shut. He gave you a few more thrusts and you were cumming on his dick, moaning against his mouth as he sucked on your tongue and squeezed a little tighter on your neck. Feeling you grip him like a vice and make such needy sounds only helped Hoseok to reach his end faster. His balls tightened up as his orgasm approached him. His thrusts were becoming erratic and untimed as he kept searching for the high. He shoved his tongue into your mouth tracing everything as he buried his load inside of you, he made sure you took it all giving a few lazy thrusts to ride out your orgasms together. When he was done, he broke the kiss and let you go slowly allowing your body to once again shake against the dryer machine as you caught your breath. He sat there for a second before he started to dress himself back up and you seeing this did the same thing. Not a single word was uttered for a bit but you felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulder and you could go back to using only your fingers but not forgetting how he felt.

“So, I want you to take out my clothes fold them and bring them into my room after you put yours in the dryer.” Hoseok said casually getting a piece of paper towel and cleaning himself off as you laughed at him. He frowned looking at you watching as you looked back at him.

“You’re really funny.” You admitted stretching out.

“Who.. Said this was a joke?” Hoseok asked tilting his head.

“Well…” You thought about it for a second your old self coming back to view as the horny side of you had been satisfies. “We are not dating, we aren’t even friends so how can you make me do something like that when I don’t have a reason for it? You can go back to ignoring me and vice versa.” You pointed out to him. Hoseok gave a loud laugh as he got back on his phone causing you to frown.

“Y/n. I meant what I said when I said that tonight wouldn’t be the only night I fuck you- or quite frankly own you. You may not think it but we are friends. And you’re going to be my personal little chore doer and you’re going to get daddy off when he needs it.” He said patting his dick biting his lips as he reached forward to cup your breast causing you to slap his hand and push him as he walked towards the door.

“If I don’t agree??” You asked skeptical folding your hands over your chest as he opened the door.

“Then, everyone will know what happens when good girls finally give into fuck boys. And not to mention the great video deal a lot of people would want. I’m sure you’d make some guys rub ones out.” You frowned about to ask him what he meant but then he turned his phone towards you showing the video of you choking on his dick, the obvious sounds and insults being heard as he face fucked you. Your skin burned red from embarrassment as you wished sudden death upon the male. “Don’t be late baby. I don’t take too kindly to waiting.” Hoseok said wiggling his fingers at you as he shut the door and disappeared to his room leaving you to throw a tantrum kicking at the dryer and the washer.

…and have been wanting to say it for awhile now.

It was rather obvious, but this blog is honestly… pretty dead. I always had the intention of coming back, but with friends leaving this place behind, there seldom were people that I interacted with on a regular basis– and thus a lack of motivation to keep up with the influx of asks (of similar and repetitive nature– there’s really only so many things to do before things being to repeat themselves, especially if you’ve been at it for a really long time, not taking into account interactions and events.) I tried multiple times to get back into the flow of things, but it simply never worked out due to the aforementioned issue as well as things such as school schedule, the workload it presented, and now a job with the potential to grow into sometime promising– especially when it’s something I’ve always wanted to do, which is work on games.

This place has been a positive impact on my life and general existence. Tremendously so. I’ve been here since the very beginning as the second blog back in April 2015 (forgive me being a little prideful in saying so, it just means a lot to me) following in badlydrawnjotarokujo/kakyoyoin’s footsteps, and then being followed by badlydrawnpolnareff– both who became lifelong friends of mine, whom I cherish to the very end. This place has done a lot, even if only by setting certain things in motion. I had a lot of fun, and had a lot of opportunities– I improved drastically in my art, met a lot of great people who I still talk to, got a lot of attention for a blog filled with dumb doodles, and even met up with people at conventions– namely Katsucon– making good friends there, as well. I built a lot of confidence, learned a lot, went through some hardships, and was able to feel accomplishment whenever I got an ask saying I made someone laugh, brightened their day, or even helped them be happy despite how much life sucked, even if by just a little. I’m sorry for never answering them, but I do get those asks, I see them, and I want to thank you all for them. I might be a little dramatic, I suppose, but there’s just a lot I’m thankful for. 

I just really wanted to say a genuine thank you for all the support and love that  me and this blog has gotten over the past two years. To make people happy, give ‘em a laugh, or even inspire someone with my art; that’s really all I wanted from this. There was a huge timeframe where I got busy with school and wasn’t able to do much and I’m sorry for that, and I’m ever so grateful to everyone who insisted I take my time and take priority in my other work, and even followed me outside of this blog, which means so, so much to me. Thank you to everyone who showed me love and support in your asks and comments despite my inability to keep active. And for putting up with the feeble attempts to make stuff again.

To say I’ve been pretty absent from Tumblr as a whole is an understatement, although I’ve been AT LEAST trying to keep my artblog up to date w/ somewhat nicer pieces I do. I’m much more active on my Twitter, where I’m at least a couple hundred times less serious sounding than this, I swear. I also have been making use of Instagram as of late. Snapchat too, if anyone’s into that? I’ve been doing a lot of art and have been practicing on getting better and better, and have a lot of plans for the future, such as convention tabling and making art for games, and further down the line, a webcomic (hopefully with music and animations!) that I’ve been planning and developing for the past year, as well as run a coffee shop alongside bdpolnareff, my QPP. So, things have been looking up, even if I’ve been struggling with depression and the like. I have things I really look forward to. I’ve also recently graduated and have a Bachelor’s degree in Digital Arts & Design! School ain’t over yet, though, since I’m spending another two years in school for a degree in Game Art. Then comes the student loans…

So, while I really want to say sorry for probably disappointing you all with a general lack of content here (which I really am), I want to focus on the positive. I want to express just how thankful I am to all of the 3,000+ people that decided to follow this blog (which was WAY past any expectation that I ever had, tbh) For just being there, validating and supporting me, whether you said something or didn’t,  ‘cause it’s something I really needed. Honestly, you all are the reason that I kept at it for so long, after all. I’m really, really grateful– probably more than you could ever realize. And if I could ask, if you liked my stuff, please follow me on other places and don’t be afraid to drop a comment somewhere, ‘cause I really appreciate them! (Although I’m kind of bad at conversation sometimes, especially in DMs, but I still appreciate–)

I honestly could say thanks and thanks again all day, and it’s probably getting really old by now if you’re still reading, but I just… really wanted to say how much all of this meant to me. So, as a final thanks, thank you for taking the time to read this. ‘Cause that means a lot too. This is goodbye! From here, at least!

I wish all of you luck and good fortune for the future. There are dark times ahead, but remember that it’ll always pass! Easier said than done, I know, but you can do it! Things may not go as planned, but sometimes those things happen so that something greater may come later. After all, we wouldn’t know what happiness is if we were never sad. You never know what’ll happen!


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Cold | Namjoon x Reader | Mafia! AU

Requested by anon:

mafia au, where namjoon is the leader and is closed off until he meets you, and someone takes you, like a rival gang, and just angst & fluff????

Hope this is what you wanted!

Originally posted by arkysal

When pedestrians saw Kim Namjoon walking in the street, they all perceived him in the same way. Tall, sharp suit, expensive watch: business man.

Occasionally, amiable - and brave - passers-by would offer him greetings, honouring customs, but he would never deign to reply. They all saw him the same: cold.

The people who worked for Namjoon saw him the same way, too: cold. As did the brave individuals who worked alongside him. But these select few knew the truth as to why Namjoon was so cold, and they thus could not blame him for his temperament.

You didn’t have to be a genius to know that being a notorious mafia leader was a tough job. To manage the position, you had to show no remorse, and not ever hesitate when things got gruesome.

Some people that knew the truth about Namjoon’s profession assumed that he acted so cold in order to intimidate his opposition. Others guessed that, after dealing with such violent and devious tasks for so long, Namjoon had truly lost the ability to feel emotion.

But his closest friends knew the truth - he was cold to protect something; no, not something, but someone.

To protect you.

Only a select few knew about you. And how dear you were to Namjoon. As his girlfriend, you were his one solace among his countless criminal tasks he fulfilled day in day out. His one sliver of normality and comfort in his dark world.

If he maintained his heartless façade, then his opposition would never discover his weakness - you - and no harm would ever come to you.

Keeping you safe was Namjoon’s one priority, and he prayed there would never come a day when he was not able to do that.

Unfortunately, his prayers were not answered.

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It only takes seventy years, but after decades of waiting, Peggy and Steve find their way back to each other. It takes another year–one filled with breakfasts shared over newspapers and long walks through the streets of New York, stolen kisses in the hours between night and day and fighting side by side–before they finally make good on that dance.

The band plays something slow, Peggy teaches Steve the steps, and he nimbly avoids trampling her toes. It’s perfect.

Well, it’s perfect…until the arms dealer they have been tracking for months shows up at the dance club.

At Last - Etta James // Slow Serenade - Tape Five // St. James Ballroom - Alice Francis // Imelda May - Big Bad Handsome Man // Clap Your Hands - Parov Stelar // I Belong To You - Caro Emerald // History Repeating - Propellerheads ft. Shirley Bassey // Moondance - Michael Buble // A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square - Harry Connick Jr. (listen)

(Happy happy birthday @ladyanj! I hope you have a great day and a wonderful year!)

anonymous asked:

Do you have any Faberry or Bechloe fic recs? You write amazing fanfiction, so I imagine you probably also have good taste in them :D

aw thank you so much! as luck would have it… I do have fic recs for both of those ships! And, well, of course I think of myself as having good taste in fics ;)

I have made a few faberry fic recs in the past, and unfortunately, I haven’t found many more fics with them since then? Granted, I haven’t been as much in a faberry-heavy mood for a few months, so… yeah the fic rec lists are the same. You can find them  here and here.

As for bechloe… okay, well the majority of my favorite Bechloe fics are shorter stories/oneshots (which i believe is the majority of stories i’ve really seen) but granted, I haven’t gone through this entire fandom and scoured for fics like i have for faberry. 

Okay, so without farther adieu:

Bechloe Fic Recs

By Redlance

Experimentation - So, about that one little regret… (aka canon divergent from the second movie and Chloe’s tent confession also known as the slowest burn to ever burn)

this is like the classic quintessential bechloe fic, let’s be real. i’m sure you’ve already read it, but… the hands down best bechloe fic i’ve ever seen.

Exception - Chloe is Beca’s exception to most of the rules she’s set herself in life. Which isn’t anywhere near as difficult for Beca to accept as it should be.

Sure Would Be Prettier - There’s an entire world out there for Beca to see, and she does. It’s filled with beauty and music and wonder, and it’s all pretty breath-taking. But there’s always something missing.

By wherehopelies -

You Still Make Sense to Me (Your Mess Is Mine) - “Chloe fills up all of the spaces inside her that she didn’t even know existed until Chloe was there.“orrrrr the one where it takes a fake-engagement and being domestic as hell for these two idiots to realize they’re in love. Set two years after PP2 and mostly canon compliant. Title taken from Vance Joy’s "Mess is Mine”

By Care -

The Sexual Implications of Teleportation - The first time is a complete freak accident.

eliminate the distance between us - Senior year isn’t really going the way Beca thought it would.A Pitch Perfect 2 AU.

You Know Her Breath Will Catch And How Her Fingers Curl - If someone had asked Beca at the end of her freshman year whose idea it would be to do a Bellas reunion tour, she would have sworn up and down that it would be Aubrey’s.

By gilligankane -

reality is a sliding door - There is a theory: every person has a moment in their life where they make a choice to go left or right. From those possibilities, two parallel lines form, running alongside each other; two concurrent realities. Parallel lines never cross; they run forever next to each other without ever meeting.In one world, Beca Mitchell joins the Barden Bellas.In another world, she wasn’t supposed to.In every world, Beca Mitchell underestimates Chloe Beale.

when gravity’s pulling (you’re still holding my heart) - Beca isn’t sure how she got here.Well, she knows how she got here, in this house, with these girls. She knows all about the real estate process too. But she isn’t sure how she got here: Laying on her bed with her laptop in her lap and her legs bent at the knee, feet flat so Chloe can paint her toenails while she goes over the Bellas history with Legacy and answer every question about the Beca-and-Chloe (fake) dating thing.It’s this part of her life she isn’t so sure about.

Song Beneath the Song - Chloe has always followed the music, because music has given her the best, most important things in her life.  It’s never led her astray. Sometimes, though, she wishes it’d give her a little bit of warning about the roller coaster she’s in for.

By sexonastick -

The Party’s Crashing Us - Beca has never been big into high school activities, but sometimes desperate people do desperate things. Like show up for marching band and get stalked by the creepy redheaded cheerleader who won’t leave you alone.

Bulletproof Use of Bullet Points - Nobody values friendship more than Aubrey Posen. (Even her best friend, Chloe, can really only be said to consider friendship equally as important as Aubrey does.) The point is: it matters.But Beca Mitchell might just be the most annoying person at Barden University. (Important note: she most definitely is.) Tolerating smug shitheads for the sake of someone else is surely the True Meaning of friendship.

By eliseboobman -

One touch and I was a believer (every kiss it gets a little sweeter) - “I wonder how many there are.” Chloe says, pointing up with her finger. She starts to count, moving her finger every time she does, and Beca smiles as she watches her. It’s impossible to count every star in the sky, but obviously Chloe tries. It’s such a Chloe thing to do.

You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece - Beca is in love with Chloe. Chloe is in love with Stacie. Stacie is in love with Aubrey. Everything is messed up. (The unrequited love AU that nobody asked for.)

By obstinate_questionings -

This World Is Gonna Burn (Baby You Should Stick Around) - Beca really should have let Chloe know how much she hated ghost stories.[Halloween fic.]

By shitqueen -

Silhouettes -  It’s quite worrisome, how happy-go-lucky, doesn’t know the meaning of boundaries, across-neighbour Chloe Beale doesn’t bother her.  She doesn’t dwell on it though, she just continues on with life and focuses on what’s in front of her. Like, giving Jesse his Chinese food and pushing his legs off her sofa.(or: beca thinks everything is perfect, then chloe moves in across from her. being domestic as hell and secretly in love with each other for two years  come after.)

oh the habits of my heart - Listen, Beca’s not gay.She’s, like, only mildly attracted to German blondes. And, like, half-ish attracted to weirdo redheads with no knowledge on boundaries and how to respect them. So, yeah. Beca’s not gay.

By novel_concept26 -

Storytellers and Legends - Dr. Mitchell has the habit of kicking off his classes with personal stories: stories about a girl so outrageous, she couldn’t possibly be real. At least, that’s what Chloe always told herself. 

(Accidentally) Taking Aim - For Kay’s prompt: “At Barden, the acapella groups are naturally drawn to understanding the world through music. It’s the language they speak, from toners to aca-children, but most of all in the harmonies they make with their mouths. So is it really any wonder that Chloe is falling so hard when Beca is wooing her with her music, even if it’s completely by accident?”

Secrecy - Chloe and Aubrey are best friends; always have been, always will be. Which is what makes this whole thing so weird. Because, see, best friends don’t keep secrets from each other. Most of the time.

Some Kind of Home - Home is where the heart is; Chloe is just better at following hers than most people. Not that Beca gets that at all.

By reliquiaen -

I Am Not Worthy (Not Worthy of This) - Prompt: “I found your tumblr but you don’t know and urg now you’re posting about your crush on this cute person oh wait is that me.”  Got waaaay out of hand.

Jesse’s Girl - “It’s an inner monologue of curses and other assorted expletives coupled with self-derogatory slurs that’s been skipping scratchily through her head for the past ten minutes.” - AU

By lismicro -

this love ain’t enough to leave you - On a one-way trip to Los Angeles, aspiring DJ Beca Mitchell doesn’t expect her world to change. Enter Chloe Beale, photographer and journalist, who doesn’t know how to make hers stand still.

By mooosicaldreamz -

mix the bourgeoisie and the rebel (we got the gift of melody) - Beca is an up and coming producer, Chloe Beale is pop’s newest princess. This is the story of how they fall in love.

By echo_wolf -

Something You Want, Something You Need - Beca Mitchell’s not really sure how, but a copper-haired Cocker Spaniel (who walked into her bathroom while she was singing in the shower) managed to change her life and give her Chloe Beale.  Or the story of how DJ-just-moved-in-down-the-hall Beca and  travelling-private-music-instructor Chloe succeed to be disgustingly domestic with a dog and 5000 miles distance.

By galpalkru -

Don’t You (Forget About Me) - If you drunkenly sleep with your best friend, you’re both just supposed to pretend that you don’t remember, right? Even if you know that she knows that you know that she knows. Yeah.Or the one where Beca and Chloe sleep together and refuse to be the first to admit that they both remember everything.

By lamachine -

embrace the weirdness -  She was working for a sex line. Chloe was a phone sex operator.  Okay. That one, Beca needed time to process.

By theamberissubtle -

Aca-awkward - Chloe gets caught sexting in class by a lecturer who also happens to be the unsuspecting father of her girlfriend.

By chloebeale -

All Apologies - Beca can’t believe it when her gorgeous redheaded neighbor shows up on her doorstep. When she starts crying, admitting that she’s run over what she thinks is Beca’s cat, she doesn’t have the heart to tell her that the feline belongs to the old man next door. And when Chloe locks her keys in her car, she can’t help but invite her in. But even Beca doesn’t expect what happens next.

OH MY GOD I COULD KEEP GOING WHY DO I READ SO MUCH FANFIC
I’ll stop there for now… I hope you enjoy!

What I’m going to pretend is the end of Gilmore Girls

It’s Luke and Lorelai’s wedding reception, everyone is laughing, Luke and Emily dance. And Jess shows up and tells Rory she looks beautiful and congratulates her about writing the book. Then he says he knows a couple of people in New York who can help her once she is ready to publish it. They smile at each other. He takes her out to dance, mirroring the scene of Luke and Lorelai dancing at Liz’ wedding.

Fast forward to a year or two later, Rory comes back home from her book tour, it’s a best seller, there’s even talk about a movie. Luke is super proud, he has copies of the book everywhere and a whole shelf on the diner. Andrew wants to have a book signing, everyone wants to name a street after the Gilmores. Emily is running the spa alongside Michel and surprisingly getting along with Lorelai better than ever.

Rory and Jess have been dating. Lorelai sees how much he’s changed and they get along so well. Most importantly, he makes Rory happy. No games. No lies. 

After saying hi to everyone in town, Rory and Lorelai go back home to hang out alone. They’re sitting outside, coffee mugs in hand, looking to their lives. Their house, their porch, the chuppah, the Jeep… 

And then 

“Mom”

“Yeah?”

“I’m pregnant”

Of Loyalty and Duty (Chapter 3)

Prompt: In an effort to save two kingdoms, an arranged marriage was made. At his request, Prince Lin-Manuel Miranda was to be wed to you, the youngest daughter in your royal family. RoyalAU. Written for the hamwriters’ write-a-thon Day 1 prompt.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Pairing: Lin x reader

Words: 2,383

Warning: minor character death

Tagged: @buckybarneshairpullingkink @notthrowingawaymyfood

A/N: So you’re going to give me a backhanded compliment and then insult me by telling me my fics are shitty? Well here’s ANOTHER one for you. Two in one day, will ya look at that? *clears throat* Anyways, hope you guys enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think. Thank you for proofreading @how-could-i-do-this ! Also, I’m leaving for a trip soon, so I’m not sure if I have time to write. @nesthemonster - this is for you.

Thanks for reading!




The Miranda kingdom was breathtaking.

Though you’d already seen the scenery – the sprawling green plains, mountains and hills that decorated the horizon, and the fields littered with farmers that tended to their crops and livestock – experiencing it once was not enough for you to appreciate its beauty. As you neared the first village, you noticed that children, boys and girls alike, were running alongside the carriage, waving their tiny arms in greeting. You automatically waved back, giggling when their eyes went wide.

Without much thought about your prior spat, you tugged on Prince Lin’s sleeve to catch his attention. “Say hello!”

He gave you an amused stare but acquiesced, lifting his hand in acknowledgment to the sprinting children. You laughed when they shrieked in delight, their bright smiles shining under the sun despite the growing distance between them and the carriage. “I imagine that you are very popular with the children in the villages,” you teased, tucking the loose tendrils of hair that the wind toyed with behind your ear, “they are quick to idolize people that they admire… and your similar temperaments must be appealing to them as well.”

Prince Lin scoffed and propped his chin on his hand, elbow resting against the window of the carriage. “Are you calling me a child, Princess?” he questioned, regarding you carefully.

You leaned back against the seat, purposely not meeting his gaze as you grinned. “Maybe.”

“I am anything but a child,” he murmured, shifting close, “would you like a proof of my manhood, Princess?”

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The Very Comprehensive Deadpool Masterpost

The aim of this post is to introduce new fans to Deadpool’s comics and help you identify which collections, trade paperbacks and omnibus books Deadpool’s individual stories, issues and runs can be found in as well as which order to read them. 

I will not be providing links to any pirated copies and would rather not recommend websites as prices will vary across the dozens of sites comics can be purchased from.

I have read every single issue on this list so if you have any questions or need any help please do feel free to ask me.

Created: 5th March 2017
Updated: 5th March 2017

Main Deadpool Continuity & Reading Order

This is the bulk of the masterlist. Each of Deadpool’s main books and stories are listed below in the order which they should be read from the very beginning all the way up to, and including, his current shenanigans.
I have marked a few recommended starting points so if you do not wish to tackle the entire list there should be a starting point which suits you.

Deadpool: The Circle Chase (1993) #1 - #4
This is Deadpool’s first ever solo miniseries. It introduces Weasel, Vanessa and themes which crop up throughout the rest of Deadpool’s runs.
-Collected in; Deadpool Classic Vol. 1
or Deadpool: Beginnings Omnibus
or Deadpool The Adamantium Collection

Deadpool: Sins of the Past (1994) #1 - #4
Deadpool’s second miniseries explores Deadpool’s relationship with his past and teases his origins.
-Collected in; Deadpool Classic Vol. 1
or Deadpool: Beginnings Omnibus

Deadpool (1997) #-1 - #69 [A Recommended Starting Point]
This was Deadpool’s first ongoing and it ran from 1997 to 2002. Plot elements from his first and second miniseries are picked up and expanded upon here. Several writers contributed to this series, most notably Joe Kelly, Jimmy Palmiotti, and Gail Simone.
-Collected in; Deadpool Classic Vol. 1 - Vol. 9
or Deadpool by Joe Kelly Omnibus & Deadpool Classic Omnibus Vol. 1 

Agent X (2002) #1 - #15
After Deadpool (1997) ended his book was replaced by a new, similar character who shares Deadpool’s supporting cast from his last 5 issues. Deadpool returns in the final 3 issues of this series.
-Collected in; Deadpool Classic Vol. 9 & Vol. 10
or Deadpool Classic Omnibus Vol. 1

Cable & Deadpool (2004) #1 - #50 [A Recommended Starting Point]
Characters from Agent X (2002) make an appearance throughout this series which is written by Deadpool’s co-creator Fabian Nicieza. Deadpool’s relationship with Cable is one of the most loved in comics and Cable is scheduled to appear in Deadpool 2. This is a big, thematic book exploring heroism and the bigger picture.
-Collected in; Cable & Deadpool: If Looks Could Kill, The Burnt Offering, The Human Race, Bosom Buddies, Living Legends, Paved With Good Intentions, Separation Anxiety & Deadpool vs. The Marvel Universe 
or 3 Deadpool & Cable Ultimate Collection books 
or the Deadpool & Cable Omnibus

Deadpool Annual (2013) #1
Although this was released in 2013 the first half of the story explains the origin of the white caption box which makes its appearance throughout Deadpool (2008). The second half of the story leads into Deadpool (2012) so it may be worth revisiting this issue before you start that series.
-Collected in; Deadpool: The Wedding of Deadpool
or Deadpool: The Ones With Deadpool

Deadpool (2008) #1 - #63
This is the book which was being published when Deadpool exploded into the phenomenon he is today. All 63 issues were written by Daniel Way and you can see the zany fingerprints he left on the character present in the fandom, the video game and all the ongoing books and miniseries from 2009 to 2012.
-Collected in; Deadpool: Secret Invasion, Dark Reign, X Marks The Spot, Monkey Business, What Happens In Vegas, I Rule You Suck, Space Oddity, Operation Annihilation, Institutionalized, Evil Deadpool & Dead 
or 4 Deadpool: The Complete Collection by Daniel Way books

Uncanny X-Force (2010) #1 - #35
Running alongside Daniel Way’s Deadpool from 2010 onwards, this book was written by Rick Remender and features a more grounded Deadpool working in a team setting.
-Collected in; Uncanny X-Force: The Apocalypse Solution, Deathlok Nation, The Dark Angel Saga Book 1, The Dark Angel Saga Book 2, Otherworld & Final Execution
or two Uncanny X-Force by Rick Remender: The Complete Collection books
or the Uncanny X-Force Omnibus by Rick Remender
also see: Uncanny X-Force: Fear Itself #1 - #3 collected in; Fear Itself: Uncanny X-Force / The Deep

Deadpool vs. Thanos (2015) #1 - #4
Although this was released in 2015 its events occur before Deadpool (2012). This is a cosmic roadtrip taken by two people who hate one another.
-Collected in; Deadpool vs Thanos

Thunderbolts (2012) #1 - #32
Daniel Way initially writes this series before Charles Soule and then Ben Acker & Ben Blacker take over. It’s Deadpool in a team setting which is less bloody than Uncanny X-Force but not as clean cut as the Avengers.
-Collected in; Thunderbolts: No Quarter, Red ScareInfinity, No Mercy, Punisher vs. The Thunderbolts
notes: Can be read alongside Deadpool (2012) although there is very little crossover. The series ends before Deadpool (2012) Original Sin.
Hawkeye vs Deadpool (2014) should be read after this series as it references its cancellation.

Deadpool (2012) #1 - #45 & Deadpool: Dracula’s Gauntlet #1 - #13  [A Recommended Starting Point]
This is the beginning of the Gerry Duggan and Brian Posehn era of Deadpool which is currently ongoing, the two comedians have left an impression on Deadpool and introduced a strong supporting cast which will be felt for years to come.
-Collected in; Deadpool: Dead Presidents, Soul Hunter, The Good, The Bad & The Ugly, Deadpool vs. S.H.I.E.L.D, Deadpool: Dracula’s Gauntlet, The Wedding of DeadpoolOriginal SinAxis & All Good Things 
or 4 Deadpool by Duggan & Posehn hardcovers
or the Deadpool by Duggan & Posehn Omnibus
notes: Deadpool: The Gauntlet was initially released digitally on ComiXology and was built for digital reading
Annuals & one-shots are collected in; Deadpool: The Ones With Deadpool
Flashback issues are collected in chronological order in; Deadpool: Flashbacks

Mrs Deadpool and the Howling Commandos (2015) #1 - #4
A book set during Marvel’s world-ending ’Secret Wars’ series where the Marvel multiverses smashed together and created a patchwork planet called ‘Battleworld’, this book follows our Deadpool on a journey through an altered reality which he can’t interact with.
-Collected in; Mrs Deadpool and the Howling Commandos

Deadpool & Cable: Split Second (2016) #1 - #6
Written by Cable & Deadpool writer and Deadpool co-creator Fabian Nicieza, this book lays the groundwork for some Deadpool (2015) and Uncanny Avengers (2015) stories while also standing perfectly on its own.
-Collected in; Deadpool & Cable: Split Second

Uncanny Avengers (2015) #1 - ongoing [A Recommended Starting Point]
Deadpool? In an Avengers book? That’s not a mistake. Gerry Duggan pens this series and again spotlights Deadpool in a blockbuster-level team setting.
-Currently collected in; Uncanny Avengers Unity: Lost Future & The Man Who Fell to Earth
awaiting release: Uncanny Avengers Unity: Civil War II, Red Skull
notes: Issues #7 & #8 crossover with All-New All-Different Avengers #7 & #8 and the full story is collected in Avengers: Standoff

Deadpool (2015) #1 - ongoing

The Merc With A Mouth is more popular than ever before and this series, written solo by Gerry Duggan, reflects the reality and forces the Marvel Universe to take notice. This is the main ongoing Deadpool book and it shows no signs of stopping.
-Currently collected in; Deadpool World’s Greatest: Millionaire With A Mouth, End of an Error, Deadpool vs. Sabretooth, Temporary Insanitation & Civil War II
awaiting release: Deadpool World’s Greatest: Patience: Zero, Deadpool Does Shakespeare
notes: the Deadpool 2099 story which had one issue after each arc will be collected into a Deadpool: 2099 book at some point in the future.

Peripheral Deadpool Books

These books run alongside Deadpool (2015) loosely fitting into the continuity and are all ongoing unless specified.

Deadpool & the Mercs for Money (2016) #1 - #5 [Miniseries]
Written by Cullen Bunn, who penned almost every Deadpool miniseries from 2012, this is a short 'pilot series’ featuring Deadpool leading his own team. It goes as well as you’d expect.
-Collected in; Deadpool & The Mercs for Money: Merc Madness
notes: Should be read before Deadpool (2015) Civil War II

Spider-Man/Deadpool (2016) #1 - ongoing
The internet made this book happen, there is no denying that. The book features a lot of fanservice and some absolutely surreal storylines. Primarily written by Joe Kelly with other writers doing filler issues this is a series which threatens to unseat Cable and Deadpool as comics’ most adored pair.
-Currently collected in; Spider-Man/Deadpool: Isn’t It Bromantic?
awaiting release: Spider-Man/Deadpool: Side Pieces

Deadpool & The Mercs for Money (2016) #1 - ongoing
Cullen Bunn returns for Deadpool’s adventures with his team as things go south for our favourite merc real fast.
-Currently collected in; Deadpool & The Mercs for Money: Mo’ Mercs, Mo’ Monkeys
awaiting release: Deadpool & The Mercs for Money: IvX
notes: Should be read after Deadpool (2015) Civil War II

Modern Miniseries (2012 - present)

These books were released alongside the other Deadpool ongoings and are free from continuity, they can be picked up and read anytime and are listed in release order below.

Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe (2012) #1 - #4
Part one of the ’Deadpool Killogy’ by Cullen Bunn, this book does what it says on the cover.
-Collected in; Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe
or Deadpool Minibus
or Deadpool Classic Vol. 16: Killogy 

Deadpool Killustrated (2013) #1 - #4
Part two of the ’Deadpool Killogy’, Cullen Bunn dives deeper into the meta and it gets bloody.
-Collected in; Deadpool Killustrated
or Deadpool Minibus
or Deadpool Classic Vol. 16: Killogy

Deadpool Kills Deadpool (2013) #1 - #4
The conclusion of the ’Deadpool Killogy’ finds our main Deadpool fighting the protagonist of the previous two chapters.
-Collected in; Deadpool Kills Deadpool
or Deadpool Minibus
or Deadpool Classic Vol. 16: Killogy 

Deadpool vs. Carnage (2014) issues #1 - #4
Cullen Bunn pits merc against maniac in a bloody brawl.
-Collected in; Deadpool vs Carnage
or Deadpool Minibus

Deadpool vs. X-Force (2014) issues #1 - #4
Technically this retcons events so that this becomes Deadpool’s 'first’ appearance but reading it before anything else would be confusing. It’s a fun throwback to the 90s with lots of violence and Deadpool in an antagonistic role.
-Collected in; Deadpool vs. X-Force
or Deadpool Minibus 2

Hawkeye vs Deadpool (2014) #0 - #5
Gerry Duggan provides equal amounts of love for both Hawkeye and Deadpool in this fun book which begins with a murder on Halloween.
-Collected in; Hawkeye vs Deadpool
or Deadpool Minibus 2
notes: should be read after Deadpool (2012) Original Sin but before Deadpool (2012) Axis

Deadpool’s Art of War (2014) #1 - #4
Deadpool wants to write a bestseller and he’s willing to start a war to do it in this miniseries by Peter David.
-Collected in; Deadpool’s Art of War
or Deadpool Minibus 2

Deadpool’s Secret Secret Wars (2015) #1 - #4

Cullen Bunn pens a love letter to Marvel Super Heroes Secret Wars and retcons our favourite merc into events.
-Collected in; Deadpool’s Secret Secret Wars
or Deadpool Minibus 2 

Deadpool v. Gambit (2016) #1 - #5
Deadpool and Gambit end up in deep trouble during a job that drops them in way over their heads.
-Collected in; Deadpool v. Gambit: The V is for 'Vs’

Deadpool: Back in Black (2016) #1 - #5
A sequel to Deadpool’s Secret Secret Wars, Cullen Bunn gives Deadpool the Venom symbiote for 5 issues.
-Collected in; Deadpool: Back in Black

Deadpool: Too Soon? (2016) #1 - #8
A murder mystery with Marvel’s self-proclaimed funniest characters, and the Punisher is there too.
-Currently uncollected
awaiting release: Deadpool: Too Soon?
notes: Deadpool: Too Soon? was initially released digitally on ComiXology and was built for digital reading 

Deadpool the Duck (2017) #1 - #5
Deadpool and Howard the Duck merge in a situation not unlike The Fly and have a zany adventure in the process of trying to get their own bodies back.
-Currently uncollected
awaiting release: Deadpool the Duck

Even More Deadpool (2009 - 2012)

These books are from the time when Deadpool was absolutely everywhere, he was drawing in new fans and at one time had four ongoings published at once. As with the modern miniseries above, these books are relatively continuity free and can be picked up and read anytime.

Deadpool: Game$ of Death (2009) #1
A one-shot featuring Deadpool in a fatal reality TV show.
-Collected in; Deadpool: Suicide Kings
or Deadpool Classic Vol. 14: Suicide Kings 

Deadpool: Suicide Kings (2009) #1 - #5
A team-up between Deadpool, Spider-Man, Daredevil, and the Punisher which works on almost every level.
-Collected in; Deadpool: Suicide Kings 
or Deadpool Classic Vol. 14: Suicide Kings 

Deadpool Team-Up (2009) #899 - 883
Each issue counts down instead of up and features a new writer and artist telling a story of a different character teaming up with Deadpool each issue.
-Collected in; Deadpool Team Up: Good BuddiesSpecial Relationships & BFFs 
or Deadpool Classic Vol. 13: Deadpool Team-Up 

Deadpool: Merc With A Mouth (2009) #1 - #13
This is a universe-hopping adventure with Deadpool attempting to return his zombified head to its own dimension.
-Collected in; Deadpool: Merc With A Mouth: Head Trip 
or Deadpool Classic Vol. 11: Merc With A Mouth 

Prelude to Deadpool Corps (2010) #1 - #5 
A whole team of Deadpools is just around the corner and each of the 5 issues spotlights a member of the team and their home univserse before they are recruited.
-Collected in; Deadpool Corps Prelude 
or Deadpool Classic Vol. 12: Deadpool Corps

Deadpool Corps (2010) #1 - #12
Primarily drawn by Deadpool co-creator Rob Liefeld, this series was shortlived and featured the team of Deadpools flying around the galaxy doing various missions.
-Collected in; Deadpool Corps: Poolpocalypse Now & You Say You Want A Revolution 
or Deadpool Classic Vol. 12: Deadpool Corps

Deadpool (2009) #900
An oversized issue with various short stories by different writers and artists.
-Collected in; Deadpool: Dead Head Redemption 
or Deadpool Classic Vol. 14: Suicide Kings

Deadpool (2010) #1000
An oversized issue with various short stories by different writers and artists.
-Collected in; Deadpool: Dead Head Redemption 
or Deadpool Classic Vol. 14: Suicide Kings 

Deadpool: Wade Wilson’s War (2010) #1 - #4
This Marvel Knights book plays fast and loose with continuity and delivers a twisting, sprawling tale.
-Collected in; Deadpool: Wade Wilson’s War
or Deadpool Classic Vol. 17: Headcanon

Deadpool and Cable (2010) #25
Set just before Cable jumped into the future in his own book, this was Deadpool’s last true team-up with him until 2016.
-Collected in; Deadpool: All In The Family
or Deadpool Classic Vol. 15: All The Rest

Deadpool and Cable (2011) #26
Deadpool seeks to continue Cable’s legacy now the world is without him.
-Collected in; Deadpool: All In The Family
or Deadpool Classic Vol. 15: All The Rest

Deadpool Annual (2011) #1
One part of a crossover with Spider-Man and Hulk.
-Collected in; Deadpool/Amazing Spider-Man/Incredible Hulk: Identity Wars
or Deadpool Classic Vol. 15: All The Rest

 Wolverine/Deadpool: The Decoy (2011) #1
A short story featuring Deadpool, Wolverine, and Jean Grey’s costume.
-Collected in; Deadpool Team Up: BFFs 
or Deadpool Classic Vol. 14: Suicide Kings

Deadpool Family (2011) #1
Some short stories featuring the Deadpool Corps.
-Collected in; Deadpool: All In The Family
or Deadpool Classic Vol. 12: Deadpool Corps

Fear Itself: Deadpool (2011) #1 - #3
Magic hammers are falling from the skies and Deadpool seeks to make himself out as a hero. Things take a turn for the unexpected.
-Collected in; Fear Itself: Deadpool / Fearsome Four
or Deadpool Classic Vol. 15: All The Rest

Alternate Universe Stories 

Captain America: Who Won’t Wield The Shield? (2010) #1
A bizarre story featuring a gas-masked Deadpool post-World War I who happens to be the nephew of Woodrow Wilson.
-Collected in; Deadpool: Dead Head Redemption
or Deadpool Classic Vol. 15: All The Rest 

Lady Deadpool (2010) #1
Set in her own universe, this one-shot sheds some light on Lady Deadpool’s typical day.
-Collected in; Deadpool Classic Vol. 11: Merc With A Mouth 

X-Men Origins: Deadpool (2010) #1
Deadpool sells Hollywood a version of his origin which isn’t quite as accurate as it should be.
-Collected in; X-Men Origins II 
or Deadpool Classic Vol. 14: Suicide Kings

Deadpool Pulp (2010) #1 - #4
This is set during the Cold War in the 1950s and is a unique spin on the Deadpool mythos.
-Collected in; Deadpool Pulp
or Deadpool Classic Vol. 17: Headcanon

Deadpool Max (2010) #1 - #12
This book is rude, crude, and violent. It’s like an exploitation movie but not quite as clever.
-Collected in; Deadpool Max: Nutjob & Involuntary Armageddon

 Deadpool Max 2 (2011) #1 - #6
A sequel to Deadpool Max, this book follows directly on from the last and is more of the same.
-Collected in; Deadpool Max: Second Cut

 5 Ronin (2011) #1 - #5
This series is a unique look at Marvel’s heroes through the lens of 17th Century Japan. Deadpool has his own tale in issue #5.
-Collected in; 5 Ronin

Night of the Living Deadpool (2014) #1 - #4
Zombies? Everywhere. Heroes? Nowhere. Deadpool? All alone. A stylish book where red is the only colour in a sea of monochrome.
-Collected in; Night of the Living Deadpool 
or Deadpool Minibus
or Deadpool Classic Vol. 17: Headcanon

Return of the Living Deadpool (2015) #1 - #4
The sequel to Night of the Living Deadpool builds on the foundation of the first book and keeps the unique visual style.
-Collected in; Return of the Living Deadpool
or Deadpool Minibus 2
or Deadpool Classic Vol. 17: Headcanon

So, now I want to make an Effect, but oh my god RPG Maker 2003′s Event Systems are so intimidating, how do I start? A Yume Nikki fangame reference

WELL, you’ve come to the wrong right A place.

Now this tutorial’s gonna require a liiittle bit of familiarity with RPG Maker’s mechanics, but you can brute force your way through it and learn along the way (that’s what I did~) I’m going to be using the Not-Steam version of RPG Maker, because it’s a lot more condensed (and because I don’t want to port Yume Nikki to the Steam version)

Now, of course, the best way to learn how to make a fangame in general, is to see how Yume Nikki itself works. Feel free to explore the game, both inside AND… deeper… inside. Yeah. Go through the maps, see how things are made, and ohhh man if only they weren’t all Japanese-oh wait, that’s what I’m for.

(I’ll also be releasing an English version of Yume Nikki’s coding eventually, I was going to release it with this but decided to wait and see how much I can clean it up)

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ambiguity of expression

(read on ao3)

When Derek comes back from winter break, there’s something subdued about him.

Dex isn’t sure where or when something changed. But there’s a quietness to the way Nursey moves now, a stillness in his words that wasn’t always there before. Nursey walks into the Haus and the smile’s still there, the one that hits Dex like a good check, but then he turns away from the kitchen and towards where Dex is sitting on the biohazard of a couch, and for a second Dex sees the smile slip off the planes of Nursey’s face. Just for a moment, when Nursey is facing that in-between zone, when Dex shouldn’t be looking but is, the tilt of Nursey’s mouth and the angle of his forest eyes suddenly feel heavy, restrained. And then their eyes meet, and Nursey’s lips are more smirk than smile, and the moment passes.

Dex scowls and returns his gaze to his laptop screen.

He doesn’t know how he feels about this Nursey.

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The View From the Edge

Another delightful story for @caped-ace, this time for some Reaper76 from Overwatch! Enjoy these old men, proving that being edgelords doesn’t go out with age.

Cut is for length, not for content. 

Originally posted by etlabetes

It had taken nearly thirty minutes after the battle with Los Muertos for Soldier: 76 to finally collapse in the Dorado alleyway.

Clearly, he had known it was only a matter of time before he would succumb to the injuries he had sustained. That’s why he had concentrated on taking an aimless, twisting path through the Mexican city, avoiding major thoroughfares. Generally he kept moving south - which must have been where he had left whatever mode of transportation he had used to get there - but then, near an industrial scrapyard, his knees buckled. One arm against a building wall, the other clutching the heavy pulse rifle. Of course that would be important to him, but soon it fell with a clatter as he gripped his side, where he had taken the brunt of the grenade blast.

Idiot, Reaper thought. The child had foolishly put herself in danger, had lingered too long, and then the rogue had hesitated in deciding what to do about it, waiting for the last possible moment, losing the gang and just barely rescuing the girl. Sloppy. Careless.

After a moment, it had become too much, and Soldier: 76 sagged to the ground in an unconscious pile.

“Old habits die hard.”

And now that old habit was going to kill him. Ironic.

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Arrow’s storytelling problems

I was originally going to tack this onto a response to an excellent piece by @eilowyn1 but it became SUPER long and I didn’t want to hijack her post. (But you should definitely read her thoughts, as my post is still in direct response to it. It’s also just a great read from the perspective of an aspiring screen writer). 

Now, I’ve never had ambitions to be a screenwriter but the process of constructing a story fascinates me, and I’ve had a lot of thoughts about Arrow’s narrative issues for a while now. I guess today was the day to let them out.

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A thing on double coats and summer heat

So, I have a double coated dog. And I’ve lived with some smooth coated dogs. Based on this vast number of samples (four dogs total) I have reached some scientific (anecdotal) conclusions (observations) about how the sun affects our variously coated pets.

My sister and I discussed this last summer, as we were taking our dogs for a walk on a reasonably hot and bright day.

A little bit of background here. My sheltie, while not the fluffiest in the land, has a reasonably thick and dense coat, making her basically impervious to snow or sleet or rain or cold - I don’t think I’ve ever used clothes on her except to keep the snow from clumping. Bobby on the other hand, is a Danish-Swedish Farmdog, and a finely dressed one at that. He is not built for the cold and is not fond of rain, and in the summer, his coat is so fine you can see several of the pigment spots on his skin even when dry. On the upside, he requires no grooming whatsoever. And it definitely doesn’t preserve body temperature.

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