#I just know they both throw up in their mouth every time they see eachother

[ryorue]

I'm obsessed with the idea of a mischief maker Astarion. Like, that man has spent so long without autonomy that he uses all of it just to be a chronic little shit. Imagine this: Astarion, bored, simply needs to cause mischief. His hands are twitchy and he simply cannot keep them to himself.

So he randomly gets up, walks over to where (probably Wyll) is like preparing vegtables for the night while Karlach stands beside him giving him terrible cooking advice. And Astarion just. Nonchalantly walks over, picks up a carrot, and walks away with it. Bites into it, too. Makes sure they see him do it. They know he doesn't need to eat it. He knows they know he doesn't need to eat it. He's a fucking vampire. But he does, and they can't do shit about it. Or like. He just walks up to Gale, plucks the book from his hands, and starts reading. Stretches out, gets comfy, makes sure to make use of all of Gale's one pillow (because you know Gale is the type of man to have only one pillow) And just. Doesn't say anything.

And what's Gale gonna do about it?? Get mad? Astarion doesn't care. It's funny.

[luvlunajpg]

Caught ♡

♥︎ Pairing: Johnnie x fem reader

♥︎ Summary: Jake accidentally walked in on you and Johnnie doing the dirty while he was streaming

♥︎ Classification: slight fluff and smut

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It was 9pm you just got off your computer after a long day of streaming. You stretched your arms and cracked every knuckle to refresh yourself from the amount of cramps that was ignored during the stream. You decided to check on your boyfriend johnnie which was also streaming in his own office. You lightly opened his door to see him streaming while answering fan questions. he noticed you peeking through the door and gave you a quick wave before turning back to the computer.

“Sorry guys Y/N is spying on me right now. What a creep, wanna say hi?”

johnnie asked while waving at you to come over. You smiled and walked over to the camera to wave at his viewers.

“Hi guysss! How are you guys doing today? I just ended my stream a minute ago muah muah muah”

Johnnie giggled at the sight of his girlfriend blowing kisses at the camera. He rests his hand on your waist and rubbed his thumb over your hip bone causing you to have goosebumps.

“Alright babe this is my stream, yours ended a minute ago. Byeee”

Johnnie laughs as he lightly pushes you away from the camera. You rolled your eyes playfully and wave one last time to the camera before heading out. Before you head to your room, you saw Jake eating a box of Crumbl Cookies while streaming as well. At this point this has been something that is normal for you. you’ll often see the lights and cameras being set up around the house as if you’re a movie star but in reality, you’re just living with jake and johnnie. They need to make content and entertain their fans, you do the same thing as well nothing abnormal about this. You took a sip of cold water and waved at jake’s camera before jogging back to your room.

You took off your makeup, washed your face and slipped into the matching black lingerie set that johnnie bought for you on your birthday. You knew it was expensive so you just wore it to bed when you feel like it just to make his moneys worth. As you were scrolling through instagram you heard your door opened slowly. You looked over your shoulder to see your boyfriend johnnie walking in with the most exhausted face you’ve ever seen. You giggled at the sight of your tired boyfriend and pat on the empty space on your bed beside you. He groaned and flopped on that empty spot, letting him sink onto your soft velvet sheets. You played with his hair for a few minutes which caused him to lift his head up and whimper.

“mmmm babe~ you know i love it when you wear that black set. It looks so good on you” Johnnie whines as he sits up

“Oh really? I never noticed” you joked as you notice a bulge starting to form under johnnies jeans

Johnnie rolled his eyes and crashes his lips onto yours. Both of you started to make out and strip johnnie’s clothes one by one, leaving him with only his boxers on. You climbed onto his lap and gently rest your ass on his bulge causing him to groan. Johnnie leaves a trail of kisses from your lips all the way to your cleavage, leaving hickeys on your chest. You moan at the feeling of your chest being sucked and licked, you grind yourself against Johnnie’s bulge causing him to let out a moan.

“Y/N i want to fuck you so bad” johnnie moaned as he removes your lingerie and his boxers.

“Gosh they’re so perfect Y/N” johnnie sighs at the sight of your pierced nipples and perky breast infront of him. He place one of your boobs in his mouth causing you to moan and throw your head back. He swirls his tongue around your nipples as your hand gets lost in his hair. Both of you were grinding on eachother while Johnnie is leaving hickeys on your boobs. And suddenly the door slammed wide open

“OMG JOHNNIE YOU NEED TO— OH MY FUCK! SHIT! FUCK AHHH MY EYES OMG!!” Jake yells as he covers his eyes and drops the box of cookies on the floor

I jumped off johnnie and hid under the blankets as Johnnie covers himself as well

“WHAT THE FUCK DUDE ARENT YOU STREAMING?? GET OUT!!” Johnnie yells back at jake

“I AM STREAMING! I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU CAUSE I WANT YOU TO TRY THIS FLAVOUR OUT AND I KNOW YOU WOULD LOVE IT CAUSE-“

“JUST GET OUT!! JAKE!!!” Jake gets cut off by you and johnnie yelling at him. Jake apologises a countless of times as he attempts to leave the room with his eyes closed. After he finally leaves the room, johnnie locks the door behind him and nervously chuckle while scratching the back of his head. Your face was now as red as your velvet sheets and you still could not process how jake just walked in on you and Johnnie. Johnnie climbs back on the bed and giggled at your red face, giving your cheek a peck

“Now.. where were we?” Johnnie smirks while rubbing his thumb over your nipple piercing.

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A/N:

hi you guys! I hope you guys enjoyed it ;-;, this is my first time writing smut or even fanfic in general so pls be nice hehe. Anyways! I’ll try and write more fanfic in the future. So far i am only comfortable in writing fluff and smut so feel free to give me any ideas on what i should write next. And yeah…

I LOVE YOU GUYS 🩷🖤

[denim-devil]

✫ PT 2 | Bet U Wanna | S.B ✫

Summary - Ben was a douche, the biggest one you’ve ever met, yet something changed in him, especially after meeting you, after coming to realisation that your feelings may be mutual, you decide to push him to his furthest…

“do you understand?”

Ben’s fingers trailed against the top of your tongue, sinking in further, feeling the wet warmth of your throat, the pool of saliva gathering at the entrance of your mouth gushing out to coat the thick digits.

You nod hesitantly, still unsure what was happening, the tension thickened so much so that it distracted you, his smirk grew fonder once you started to bob your head manically, trying to keep yourself focused, trying your best to forget the ache which grew heavier by the second.

“Didn’t hear you, say it louder, only good sluts get rewards…”

He chuckled with a sweet undertone of malice as if his victory had already happened, as if he owned every inch of you yet you tried to cope with knowing he had you dumber by each passing second, his meaty claws squeezing you tight, he had you exposed for himself and his own greed.

Pulling his fingers away gave you some power back to atleast answer, a polite, timid “yes�� was the only word that you could muscle up, still wondering what he had in store for you.

“That’s what I like to hear, now turn around, ass up and face down, I wanna see what it’s like…hitting you from the back, gonna bust these balls doll?”

His demeanour had changed completely, he wasn’t as soft, his hard cut edges making an appearance yet it still had you scrambling to your feet, met with his darkened eyes, lust filled and hungry.

Silence fell over you both, heavy breathing mingled, he licked over his lips before darting forward, his tongue sloppily licking it’s way into your mouth, you accepted with no restraint, allowing the burley man to squeeze at your waist, pulling you forward into him.

He grunts, his tongue lazily lapping over your own, spit mixing and growing thick as you passed eachother kisses that reminded you of sunsets and leather, rough yet slow and sensual, maybe that was the kind of man Ben was.

“Fuck yeah, gonna get me in trouble one of these days sweetheart, now…like I said, on the couch-“

His whispers were sharp with dominance, his tongue nothing but pure filth and abomination, he yearned for you, Ben wanted to uncover every single inch of your skin from your neck to your crack, his walls completely crumbled.

Eager fingers do work for your belt, unraveling the leather before you crawl onto the sofa, head nestled into the line separating each cushion, burying yourself and your shyness once you reveal his source of infliction.

He whistled like a business man willing to throw it all away at the same stripper he’d been visiting all week, it was shameful and embarrassing yet Ben couldn’t tear his eyes away, glued to the way your back arched and how your ass popped like a wanted poster, in your face and bold, he was once step closer to breaking you in and it brought nothing but adrenaline and pride.

“You really fucking want this? You want me to bury my dick so far your gonna see stars darlin’? Cause I’d be more then happy to oblige.”

It felt like your brain had short circuited, not sure what to say or do accept show him just how much you wanted this, although he wasn’t oblivious to how you kept looking forward, cheeks red and burning hot, your body on fire.

Ben was so sure of himself, leaning over your arched figure, pressing his entire weight into you. His lips left kisses which were joined by the prickles of his stubble, he made you felt everyone, slowing making his way down your spine, no skin left untainted by his venom.

Taking his time was a virtue, seconds turned into minutes, torturous and invigorating but that’s exactly who he was, watching you squirm in place, the same reporter he lost so many loads to in his hands finally before him in all your naked glory, he bit at his tongue once he reached his destination, sinking to his knees behind you.

“Gone all quiet on me? I’m sure there’s something that’ll have you speak up for me…”

Ben chuckled before slowly sinking his face between your crack, strong hands spreading your cheeks like butter on toast, smooth and quick making sure there was enough space to slot into you like a coin, he’d lose so many if you were a gambling machine.

“Ben—“

It wasn’t that you were questioning him, no, you were intrigued, his hot breath making your hole twitch as if it was an invitation that even Ben couldn’t say no to, his eyes glued to the very spot he was going to devour with every breath.

it drew him in, the skin surrounding your pucker almost velvet-like once a finger skims over the patch. You shiver forcing the goosebumps to stick. Ben almost felt apologetic with his movements, the slowness accompanied by the sudden sharpness, his hands massaging the dough-like muscles in hopes of riling you up, even in the slightest.

Inhaling, he sucks in his bottom lip before smirking. He had a plan, one you seemed shyly to unfold which reflected Ben and his needs also, as the dominant he wanted to wreck you, no more being careful, he needed this as much as you.

The two of you stilled, relaxing into one another. Without much encouragement Ben made the first move, his tongue, wet and warm flicked widely against your hole, leaving a trail of thick saliva coating your entrance.

Ben ushered out breathily before burying his tongue back in, growling, he wiggled it up slowly, the tip swiping over your twitching hole. You push back with need, searching for the piece that had you feel whole.

The vulgarity only made things hotter between you both, the way his tongue began to lavishly lick each and every crevice you offered all the whilst being held down by two particularly strong hands, Ben had his ways and you could only follow his lead.

“Yer taste so damn sweet darlin’-“

With each lap he edged between delving and dipping his tongue inside, even in the slightest you began to curl up, the sensitivity that followed each swipe pushed your body forward back into the pillows, his beard scratching against the now puffy, abused skin adding layers to the pleasure you were receiving.

One of his hands sneakily sink lower, slowly fisting around your leaky cock, hard and aching, you release a hiss giving Ben the impression that not only did you want this, you needed this.

“Ben- fuck- please, I-I need you”

His hand eager to please began it’s torturous pace, flicking his wrist back and forth in time with his tongue, watching as you sink fully into the cushions before you, muffling your needy whines.

Still keeping a fistful of his hair, you feel the warm slobber start to leak down between your thighs, the base of your balls soaked with his saliva. Each lap resulted in slick, lewd smacks and slaps which bounced from wall to wall, filling your ears with nothing but the sound of his actions.

Your cock joined unison, his spit now turned lube had you mush, easily enveloping you, feeling the constant brush of his glove over your tip, tight and harsh, the coil within already threatening to snap.

“That’s it sweetheart, bounce that fat ass back for me”

Smirking lightly against the pillows following that noise, you wiggle your hips against his face allowing his tongue to slip inwards, spread wide, wide enough to start a thrilling pace.

It’s not long before one of his hands slip away from your hip, eagerly dipping down into his boxers, pushing the fabric low enough that he bounces out, a thud-like smack joining the pants and lewd laps, his cock smacking up against his abdomen.

You felt open, broken, his beard scraping you red raw, how could you say no? You were practically brain dead, both of you lost in your own pleasure, Ben could tell by the way you twitched desperately in his hand that you were close, he had every right in him to pull away, collecting the spit within the corners of his mouth to wad on your hole before returning back to the onslaught.

“Gonna cum for me? Gonna show me how much a slut like you can take?”

Ignoring his own needs, his other gloved hand squeezes your hanging testicles like a stress toy, fondling and squeezing. That’s when it happened, your whole body going stiff, his face still buried in your boy cunt, smirking all the whilst his hand carries on, feeling each spurt of your load jolt out and splash onto his fingers.

“Fuck, sir p-please…”

He wasn’t stopping and the fact you even insisted whilst drenched in sweat, body limp, your cock oozing a thick layer of cum had him questioning how far you were willing to take this, he wasn’t done, far from it.

You look back at him, his hair tousled in different directions, his beard and lips glossy with saliva, you were so done for.

“You think I’m done? That’s not even half of what I can do…”

[ayeyolooo]

cinnamon rolls!

“CONNIEEEEE.” you shouted from downstairs. “gurl hush, cause if she wakes up you gone get her.” he said referring to your daughter with a little sass in his tone. “pffttt.” you laughed out loud. you heard soft thudding on the stairs, and creaking meaning that someone was coming down them. “now what happened?” he asked rolling his eyes. you held up a pinterest picture of cinnamon rolls. “do you want to make cinnamon rolls with me?” you asked cheesing. connie tried to keep a straight face while looking at you, but he just couldn’t when he seen your chubby cheeks. “of course my beautiful girl.” he walked over and placed his warm tatted hands on your face and lifting it up so that he could kiss your forehead. “yayyyy.” you did a little dance as connie just chuckled and shook his head. you turned on your speaker having the next song on your playlist play.

“okay no connie don’t touch that!” you shook your head moving connie’s hand from the hot oven. “whatttttt im just trying to see if it’s hot enough to place the cinnamon rolls in yet.” he smiled. “omg boy move.” you said laughing and placing the fresh dough, and cinnamon inside of the oven. you closed it and dusted your hands off. “nowwww what should we do to wait for the time?” connie smiled widely. “i have the perfect idea..” he said with a sinister smirk. “omg boy, no.” connie sighed real loud. “please y/n braaa i haven’t even tasted you since she was born man.” connie frowned. you just began to place all of the dishes in the sink you grabbed the yellow and green sponge but connie took it from your hand and lifted you up by your waist. he placed you on the kitchen island“nigga.. moveeee i’m trying to clean uppppp.” you said trying to push connie away. “come on mama, you know you miss the feeling of me being all in yo shit.” you let out a shaky breath and trapped your arms around his neck. he ran his thumb down your lip before pulling you closer and smashing his lips up against yours. he pulled you closer by your waist, as you wrapped your chubby thighs around his waist. smacking sounds and shuffling is the only thing you heard in the kitchen. connie took off your oversized shirt having your body be shown off to him. he looked at you with amazement, he loved every inch of you. from the hairs on your head to the arches in your foot. he began to kiss your neck as you shut your eyes. you had almost forgot what this felt like, and boy didn’t you miss it. connie took you off the island and walked over to the couch which wasn’t far away from the kitchen. he sat down having you ontop of his lap, your tongues clashed against eachothers having drool slide down the both of your chins. you pulled away and was met with green eyes. as you leaned in to kiss him again you heard cries from upstairs. connie sucked his teeth and sighed out loud. you blew your mouth up into a bubble to keep from laughing. “damnnnnnnn.” connie said throwing a little fit before walking upstairs to go and get your newborn baby.

DING! “oh the cinnamon rolls are readyyy!!”

[lace-coffin]

Hay, Sugar ~ ✨

Sorry if I bother you but, do you mind if I give you my rq about Billy lenz and Brams heelshire with mommy kink.Fem s/o look at them like babies because every time they do that~ they love sucking on her tits.

Sorry to bother you and thank you ❤️

Slashers with a mommy kink x fem!reader (Nsfw)

Warning for mommy kink, focus on nipple and breast play, humiliation/degradation

Requests are closed (for now!)

You’re no bother at all!! As a lesbian I’m always happy to write or read a mommy kink ; )

Brahms Heelshire

It was really only a matter of time with Brahms, any time spent together curled up on the sofa ended with him suckling on your tits sooner or later.

The first time it happened you hadn’t known what to think. Both of you had settled onto the sofa for the night, throwing on a movie you’d inevitably loose interest in and slumping over eachother. It had been a hard day for the both of you, you heading to the village for home supplies and additional items that weren’t exactly Malcom’s job to bring, and Brahms staying at home trying not to loose his mind whilst you were gone.

Brahms was getting better at keeping his cool when you had to leave, you’d been working on it together, even convincing him to see a therapist on the grounds that it was over the phone and you were present to help him verbalise his thoughts. However healing is an upwards fight and it takes time, so despite making progress the notion of you leaving for long periods of time is still distressing to him.

Needless to say Brahms was a cuddle bug when you returned, meeting you at the door like a lost puppy after padding back and forth past the window waiting for you 20 minutes prior. You had already accounted for this, you knew he’d need some extra love when you returned, picking up some snacks as a treat for him whilst you were shopping. After placating him with soft kisses to his mask and finally detaching him from your waist you convince him to watch a movie.

Not even 15 minutes into the movie Brahms is getting handsy with you, large hands pawing at the hem of your shirt, fingers wiggling under to press against your warm skin. You pretend not to notice and he doesn’t go any further than that for another 20 or so. You know he can’t help himself.

Calloused hands slip under your bra and you let out a groan, biting your lip and finally paying full attention to the man next to you. “You miss me that much baby?” You murmur, scooting closer and speeding things up by pulling your shirt and bra over your head. Even behind the mask you can tell your partner is blushing, tips of his ears a soft pink. Brahms doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of seeing you topless.

You sigh contently as he fully cups your breasts, fitting perfectly in his hands, a squeak of surprise escapes your mouth as a finger glides over your nipple, pinching and pulling, working you up just right. An idea crosses your mind, despite not having brought it up before you know Brahms is game to most things if they involve getting to touch you.

“Brahms?” He slowly looks away from what he was doing and meets your eyes, tilting his head in question. “You wanna try something new?” He visibly perks up at this. “I need to take your mask off for it though, is that ok with you honey?” “Take it off for me?” He asks back. You nod and gently pull it away from his face, setting it on the side table. “There’s my pretty boy” you coo, running your fingers across the puckered burn scars.

A beat passes and you work up the courage to ask. “Do you want to suck on mommy’s tits baby?” An almost pained noise of arousal slips from his mouth, you don’t even get another word out before he’s latching onto your chest, hot tongue laving over your hardened nipple, the other being given attention with his free hand.

“Fuck..just like that, my perfect boy” Brahms whines around your breast in his mouth, hips bucking at the praise. Swapping to the opposite breast he switches to kneading your tits in his other hand. You can already see he’s hard and leaking in his boxers. So cute. You’re equally as needy from all the attention to your sensitive tits, but unwilling to let it end this early in favour of getting off, he looks so lost in it, worshiping your body like a god.

Billy Lenz

Billy isn’t shy when it comes to his sexual wants and needs and with the way his childhood played out it’s no surprise he has a mommy kink, he didn’t stand a chance let’s be honest. Luckily you’re more than eager to indulge him in this, loving the power exchange and the confidence it fills you with, seeing your partner pathetic on his knees, cock needy and wet for you.

Crossing your legs you sit on a deep green velvety chair, bought just for this purpose. It’s ornate and exemplifies your expensive and untouchable aura in this setting. Below you sits Billy, in nothing but his boxers. There’s something thrilling about you being fully dressed whilst he’s stripped at your feet.

Billy isn’t hard to please, letting him rut his leaky cock against your leg as you spit filthy words at him is enough to get him off if you’d be kind enough to allow it. You drop your gaze to him, sickly sweet look on your face, patronising. “Are you close you little freak? Almost cumming in your pants from rutting against me like a dog in heat? That’s disgusting.”

Billy grunts in agreement, words going straight to his cock. You hum, raising your foot to press into the base of his cock, making him squirm. “Use your words, slut.” He pants again, pushing his face into your calf and whining. “Y-yes mommy, I’m disgusting, pathetic..fuck. Gonna cum please-“ you cut him off before he can finish his plead.

“Quiet, come up here and help mommy out and maybe I’ll think about it” you snap back, unbuttoning your shirt and removing your bra, revealing your chest to him and revelling in the way he eyes it hungrily. Billy wastes no time in pulling himself up shakily, plopping down on your lap and attaching himself to your nipple. You let out a gasp of surprise and groan, slipping your hands into his curly chestnut hair and guiding him.

It’s wet and sloppy, saliva cooling slowly on your skin. His tongue is eager and making sure to switch between both nipples. Popping off he gives you a bit of respite, sucking red marks into the meat of your tits that he knows will bruise beautifully tomorrow. “Mmm there we go, that’s what you’re good for isn’t it? Just a slutty little mouth for me?” Billy moans in reply. It’s like he’s in a trance, lost to the sensation and taste of your skin under his teeth and tongue, eyes glazed over and unfocused, only interested in pleasing you and taking as much of you as he can into his enthusiastic mouth.

You could watch him forever, he almost seems content if it wasn’t for the obvious hardness pressing against your thigh, you’ll reward him well for this, after you’ve had your fun that is, you aren’t ready to let him go just yet.

[nightmare-niko]

ATEEZ responses to “What are we?” [Hyung Line]

Warnings: NON IDOL ATEEZ!! NO MENTIONS OF Y/N!! GENDER NEUTRAL READER!! a lot of lying down and doing nothin! Mentions of weed!

A/n: I found this prompt list on Pinterest! I can link my Pinterest page on my master list!! Also you can def tell which members are my favorites😅 sorry not sorry!!

Copying or translating my writing is not allowed. If you see my work on another site it is stolen. Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged.

Masterlist

Kim Hongjoong:

You would spring the question. on him randomly one night while hanging out in your room. Both of you in baggy pjs, limbs tangled together on your bed.

The room was dimly lit by the purple LED lights lining your nearby desk. You were calm, too calm. That’s why you popped your head up to look at the man next to you.

“Hongjoong, what are we?”

You watched as the corners of his mouth curled up, “You know what we are. You just wanna hear me say it.” He lifted his hand up to play with a lose piece your your hair.

Guilty. You blush, “maybe i do, Maybe I don't…”

He let’s out a content sigh, “you’re mine, l'm yours. Sound good?"

“Sounds perfect.”

Park Seonghwa:

The two of you have been friends for a while. Most of your hangouts consisted of you hogging Seonghwa’s bed while he sat at his desk while he played legos.

Every once in a while you would show him a funny post. After a while, your mind started to wander. You found your eyes falling onto Seonghwa. He wasn’t paying attention to you, all of his focus was on the LEGO set taking up his whole desk. You had bought it for him not too long ago.

The cashier had asked you if the set was for you. Not bothering to lie, you told her they were for your friend. But was Seonghwa just your friend? Buying a boy a set of legos was practically marriage in this day and age!

…Were you and Seonghas a couple— or just friends? You didn't know for sure.

“What are we?" You broke the silence with your intense question.

You heard him chuckle at your question, “I don’t thing that’s up to just me, now is it?”

You were taken aback at his honesty, "well I don't know? Do you like me?"

"Of course,” His voice was as calm as ever while you felt your heartbeat slowly rise. “Do you like me?”

You hum, "sometimes.” You joke.

“Wha-!" He whips his chair around, fake betrayal painted on his beautiful features.

"I'm Kidding!" You smile at him.

Seonghwa crosses his arms across his chest, pouting cutely. "I take it back I don’t like you anymore."

Jeong Yunho:

[a/n 2.0: I use the terms pen and vape interchangeably but I’m talking abt a normal weed pen🤓]

You and Yunho were best friends.

All best friends have rituals, some may shop, or play videogames. But for you and your best friend, it was smoking weed in your room. Yunho wasn’t allowed to smoke at the dorm due to Seonghwa’s rules, he lucked out that his best friend had their own place.

You balanced all of your stacks on top of eachother. Slowly making your way to your bed where Yunho layed sprawled out. You dumped everything onto him before kicking off your slippers and moving him out of the way.

“You take up so much room, bro." You complain, taking out your pen and clicking it five times to turn it on. Before you could even take your first hit of the night, Yunho was taking the pen out of your hand and taking one long hit.

"Thanks babe," he throws the vape back into your general direction.

You groan and cursed at him under your breath, Flustered at the nickname. You were thankful for the dim lighting. Finally taking your first hit, you take a moment to take in Yunhos apperence.

His face bare, his sort black hair fell perfectiy over his forhead. The hood From his hoodie was pulled on, he looked beautiful, but when did he not?

Too busy staring, you forgot to exhale your puff, the burn becoming too much before you let out a nasty cough. Gasping dramatically you reach out to Yunho who nonchalantly opens a water bottle before putting up to your lips to drink.

"Thanks baby." You blow him a kiss, and he giggles softly. God he was perfect.

As the night went on, the two of you got higher, passing the pen back and forth. Maybe it was just the weed (definitely wasn’t), but your best friend was looking too hot for your own good.

Here the two of you were, shoulder to shoulder on your bed, Sharing snacks and drinks. Almost as if the two of you were a couple. More times than not you felt like a couple, how come the two of you hadn't had the conversation?

“What are we?” Your hand flies to slap over your mouth. It was too late, your didn't mean to say that out loud. “wait no-I didn't."

His laughter rung out in your otherise quiet bedroom. Yunho turns on his side to face you, you mirror him, “whatever we are, I wouldn’t ask for anything difterent.”

The two of you couldn’t keep serious at his cheesy line. Immediately breaking out in loud laughter, “Mr. Cool guy over here!!” You tease him, hiding your face against his chest to conceal your laughter.

Smiling ear to ear, his large hand wraps around your arm gently, pulling you back to look at him. "I just wanted to seem cool, you made me nervous!”

Kang Yeosang:

Yeosang wasn’t the biggest fan of physical affection. But for some reason he can't fathom the thought of sleeping with out you in his arms. The two of you didnt live together, not technically.

That didnt stop the two of you from being in the same bed everynight. When you weren't together, he would text you to tell you he couldn’t sleep. Then the next day one of his roomates would text you about how grumpy your boyfriend was.

Wait- Boyfriend? No - Yeosang wasn't—was Yeosang your boyfriend?!

When you heard your front door open and close, your heart sunk. He had a hey, of course he did. What if he got out of work when you weren't home? Going back home to an empty bed was a big no for him.

You stayed on your bed anxiously, his footsteps grew louder as he approached your room.

“Hey, Yeosang. How was work?” You croak out timidly.

Letting his bag flop of his arm he furrows his eyebrows. "Yeosang?" He questions.

"That's your name last l checked,” you chuckle.

"Not to you? Is something wrong?"

You sigh and smile at him, “no Sangie, nothings wrong,” you try your best to reassure him, "Go shower quickly and come back. You’re all sweaty

“Okay..." He looks at you suspiciousy, not convinced your not mad.

One quick shower later and Yeosang was back in your room, excitedly making his way into his Side of your bed. You cursed yourself mentally for being so freaked out about something stupid it was freaking Yeosang out.

“Are you sure nothings wrong…?”

“What are we?” You blurt out, looking at the boy next to you. He looked stunning, his hair pushed away from his face, under his hair you could still see his birth mark.

"Whatever you’d like us to be, silly." He smiles gently.

You pause for a moment, somewhat surprised at how calmly he answered you. "So…boyfriend girlfriend?"

"That's fine by me, darling. But I’m tired so let’s sleep.”

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Request: SisterXDean Get into this competitive state and they challenge eachother to a donut war to see who can eat the most donuts, and sam walks in just rolling his eyes and the sister ends up throwing up because of the amount of donuts she ate.

A/N: hope this is what you were looking for!! super fun to write about! requests are always open:))

Sam and Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader

It had been one of those long days. You, Dean, and Sam had been holed up in the bunker all day, researching an old case. Sam had been buried in lore, staring at books and scrolling through pages on his laptop, while Dean was lounging on the couch, sighing. You, on the other hand, had long ago reached the limit of your patience, staring at your own research and trying not to fall asleep on the table.

Everyone was worn out, but you didn’t miss the mischievous glance Dean would send your way every so often. You and him were practically the same and you could read his mind. The only thing left to do was find something fun to get into. And that’s when you spotted it.

A box of donuts.

Sitting innocently on the counter. It was like a sign from the universe.

You walked over to it and picked it up, holding it like a treasure. “Hey, Dean,” you called, grinning from ear to ear. “Donut eating competition. You in?”

Dean looked over to you in amusement. “I thought you’d never ask kid, but you barely break five feet tall, and you wanna challenge me to a donut-eating contest?” At this point he had a shit eating grin plastered across his face.

You scoffed, your competitive streak immediately kicking in. “Oh, it’s on. You think just because you’ve got a couple extra inches and a thousand years of experience eating everything in sight, you can out-eat me?”

Dean raised an eyebrow, still lounging on the couch like he was entirely too comfortable for the situation. “Y/N, you can barely finish your burger half the time. Actually in fact I always finish it for you! You’re asking for a world of hurt here, kiddo.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, folding your arms over your chest. “That’s a low blow, Dean. I’ve finished a burger before. I just don’t want to overdo it. You know, like you do every time we’re near food.”

Dean smirked, taking his hands behind his head like he was already preparing for victory. “Alright, kid. Let’s see if you can walk the walk, or if I’ll be finishing your donuts like I always do.”

You gritted your teeth. “I will finish these donuts, Dean. And you’re not going to know what hit you.”

You set the box down in front of him and each of you grabbed a donut to start. You started the count down and the race began. You started by taking a big bite. The sugar rush hit you almost immediately, and you were kind of in heaven, not gonna lie. But you weren’t about to back down.

Dean was already about 5 bites ahead of you though. "You think you're gonna out-eat me? I’ve had years of practice."

At that point, Sam walked in, clearly already fed up with your competitive antics. He took one look at the two of you and just sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Seriously? A donut-eating contest? You guys are ridiculous,” he said, grabbing a cup of coffee from the counter and leaning against the fridge, shaking his head.

Dean didn’t even pause, his voice dripping with smugness as he picked up his second donut. “Oh, Sammy, you’ve got to see this. Y/N here thinks she can beat me in a donut-eating competition.”

You shot Sam a quick, innocent smile, trying to look as sweet as possible (no pun intended). “Hey, I’m not gonna let him talk trash like that.”

Sam gave you both a skeptical look before taking a sip of his coffee. “You guys always end up regretting these competitions. Every single time.”

Dean looked over at him, mouth full of donut. “Yeah, yeah, we’ll be fine. Right, Y/N?”

You gave him a determined nod, your mouth full of donut too. “Right. No regrets.”

Sam sighed again, walking out of the kitchen and muttering under his breath, “I’m calling it now—one of you is gonna be puking in five minutes.”

The competition picked up pace. Dean was on his fifth donut, no sign of slowing down, while you were right behind him on your fourth. But you could feel the sugar kicking in. It wasn’t just your stomach—your whole body was buzzing. You weren’t sure if it was the sheer sweetness or the determination to keep going, but you didn’t want to stop.

You shot Dean a look between bites. “What’s wrong, Dean? You’re not slowing down already, are you?”

Dean grinned, clearly not even feeling the effects yet. “I’m just getting started. You’re gonna regret this, kid.”

“I’m not going to regret it,” you shot back, grabbing your fifth donut. Your stomach was starting to feel tight, but you shoved it down, ignoring the warning signs. L

Dean raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. “You’ve got heart, I’ll give you that. But that’s about all you’ve got left after donut number seven.”

You took a deep breath, trying to ignore the burn in your stomach. You were so close to finishing your seventh donut. You had to beat him.

You were getting down to the last few donuts when it hit you—suddenly, your stomach was protesting. Hard. The sugar rush had quickly turned into a sickening feeling of fullness that you couldn’t push down. You wiped your mouth, feeling your face pale.

“Uh…” you muttered, looking at your last donut. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

Dean didn’t seem to think you were being serious, still looking smug. “Well I think I’ll be winning this one then huh?”

But you didn’t have time to shoot anything back at him. You stood up too fast, feeling your stomach churn. The room started spinning, and you barely managed to shuffle toward the hallway before you were hunched over, running for the bathroom.

“Y/N?” Dean’s voice sounded behind you, but you were already too far gone. You barely made it to the bathroom before you were on your knees, leaning over the toilet, throwing up the contents of your stomach.

A few seconds later, you heard footsteps behind you. Sam entered, his face filled with concern as he knelt next to you. “Hey, hey. You alright?”

You groaned, still feeling dizzy. “Yeah… I think I just ate too much.”

Sam rubbed your back in slow, comforting circles. “I told you, didn’t I? You two always take things too far.”

Dean poked his head around the corner, still looking too pleased with himself. “That’s our sister, Sammy. Tough as nails when it comes to hunting demons, but a little sugar takes her down.”

You looked up at him from the bathroom floor, half-glaring, half-smiling. “Shut up, Dean.”

Sam shot him a look, but it was clear that Dean’s teasing didn’t bother you. “She’s definitely gonna regret that in the morning,” Sam said with a small smile, his hand still gently rubbing your back.

You let out a long sigh, leaning against the cool bathroom wall. “Next time, I’m choosing a challenge that doesn’t involve donuts.”

Dean, ever the tease, stuck his head around the doorframe with a grin. “You sure? I’m up for round two whenever you are. You can’t back down now.”

You shot him an exhausted look, finally able to stand up. “You will regret that next time,” you said, trying to get back to your feet. “And I’ll win. Just not with donuts.”

Sam helped steady you as you finally stood up. “Yeah, no more donuts for you, at least for tonight.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, “I think we can all agree on that.”

As Sam helped you out of the bathroom, you shot Dean one last glance. "You're lucky I love you, or I'd make you clean up this mess by yourself." You said looking at all the crumbs all over the table.

Dean chuckled, tossing his empty donut box into the trash. “I’m still the champ, though. Don’t forget that.”

“Whatever,” you said with a grin. “Next time, it’s game on... without the sugar.”

And despite your upset stomach, you couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. Donut wars: never again. But you knew you’d be up for a rematch—just a little wiser next time.

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New World🍂Part 2!

Summary: You grew up in a crappy town with one friend who kept you going, everything started to fall into place, that’s until the world ended and the dead ruled the world

Pt.1

•Masterlist•

It’s been about a week since we got to the quarry and everything has been going smoothly…..well as smoothly as things could go with Merle around, he teased both Daryl and I every night that he stayed in the tent but in his gross ways that he talks

But I tried to put it to the side because I had my best friend with me and that’s all I could ask for

Today was a new day and we were running low on supplies so some people decided to go on a run to the city

“Hey y/n do you wanna come in the run with us?” Glenn asked as he came over to the table Daryl and I were sitting at

“She ain’ goin no where” Daryl answered before I got the chance

“I could help though”

“I ain’ risking your life out there, I need ya here where it’s safe, Merle can go in yer place” he said trying to plead with me

“Wow baby brother tryin to feed me to the walkers” Merle laughed as he came and sat next to me throwing his arm around my shoulder

Merle always did this, he thought it got a role out of Daryl, plus it made me damn uncomfortable

“Merle get your hands off me” I said swatting his arm away

“Yer a damn brat we should’ve left ya to the walkers” Daryl gave him a look that I’m glad I’ve never gotten, it honestly gave me the chills

“Fine I’ll go, only cause I gotta find me some more pills” he laughed before he left to get his shit together

Glenn had long go left knowing how Merle was with any person that wasn’t white here

“So ummm what are you gonna do today?” I asked feeling awkward now

“Gonna head out hunting, try and find somethin, might take awhile” he said as he cleaned his arrows

“Please be safe out there”

“Always am” he grunted but I saw a lift at his lips making me smile

~~~~~~~~~~

The day went on as we all carried on with our chores, I missed Daryl it’s only been a few hours but he was my biggest constant now and the fear of him alone placed a heavy weigh in my chest, but I know he’s knows how to handle himself out there……but still

Some of the girls and I were hanging clothes and it helped clear my mind

“I miss my straightener” Andrea said

“I miss my kitchen, making home made dinners every night” Lori smiled reminiscing

“…….i miss my vibrator” I stated as all the girls laughed

“Me too” Andrea and Carol said in unison making us all cry laughing now

“Y/n why do you need a vibrator when you got that Dixon basically sowed to your hip” Andrea said

“I…..I don’t know what you’re talking about” I would’ve said he was just my best friend like before but that’s not how it felt to me anymore

“Oh come on sweetie we all see how you both ogle at eachother when you think no one else sees, or when you’re doing chores he’s looking at you like you hung the moon in the sky, it’s adorable” Lori stated making me blush

“Don’t tell him please, I don’t want to ruin anything between us” I admitted

“Ooooooo I told you” Amy said pushing Andrea’s arm

“I guess I’ve felt it deep down for a long time, I mean he’s the whole package but, I’m just plain ol’ me, he could have anyone he wanted” I said clipping on of his shirts to the line

“You’re hilarious, if anything he doesn’t deserve you, girl you’re hot” Amy laughed

“Sure whatever, just everyone better keep their mouths shut”

I loved talking with the girls it always felt like we were back in the normal world, when all we had to worry about was paying bills

As we were tidying up I decided to take a nap, I couldn’t get much sleep last night with Merle’s snoring, so I told the girls and headed to my tent

~~~~~~~~

I woke up abruptly to a ruckus outside so I quickly unzipped the tent and ran out with my knife Daryl gave me, tight in hand

“YER TELLING ME YOU LEFT MY BROTHER ON THE ROOF” Daryl was back, and fuming

“He was a danger to us all he would’ve gotten us killed” this new guy said

Daryl was about to jump this guy when Shane got him in a choke hold, I ran over and pushed Shane off him

“What the hell is wrong with you, don’t EVER touch him like that again” I yelled at Shane

I knew Daryl past, hell I was the one usually to help get him through it and I know he didn’t like others touching him like that

I kneeled infront of Daryl and held his shoulder

“Are you okay” I asked worried

“ ‘m fine” he said swatting my hand away and standing up, it hurt but I understood

“Rick is going back to get him aren’t you” Lori said seeming angry

“Ya, I’ll get a group and we’ll head back for him, I won’t leave him out exposed, well he’s four tomorrow morning”

“Fine” Daryl groaned as he left out into the woods

I quickly followed him seeing him walk back and forth in the same spot I could tell he was fuming, he had a hard time controlling his temper sometimes

“Daryl I’m sorry” I said stopping him from his wandering

“Damn guy just shows up and now my brothers gone, the hell is wrong with him”

“We will find him, eventually you guys will find each other, you always do” I said pushing his hair back out of his face

He was quiet for some time trying to calm down I assume

“Sorry ‘bout before, I shouldn’ have smacked yer had away like that”

“Daryl it fine I just want you to be okay” I smiled

“It’s not”

“Come we need to get some food in ya and we should go down to the quarry and wash first it’s been a while” I took his hand and led him down the trail to the crystal blue water

“Do you wanna go first?” I asked

“Nah, go ahead” he motioned to the water as he sat on the rocky shore

He looked away as I stripped down and glided into the warm water, I was covered up to my shoulders when he looked back but this was clear water I’m sure he saw a little something but…I wasn’t apposed to it

“Me and the girls were talking earlier” I said as I ran my hand over my dirty skin

“Ya? ‘Bout what?”

“What we miss, some said straighteners, cooking in a nice kitchen, what do you miss Daryl?” I cupped my hands and let the water run through my hair

“Mm…probably our dinners, and the drives we’d take on Merle’s bike at night”

I remember those nights so fondly, wrapping my arms around his waist and holding him close as my hair flew behind me, the smell of him surrounding me, the cigarette and woodsy smell I adored so much

“I miss it too”

“What was yer answer to the girls” and my cheeks instantly exploded with heat

“Ummm nothing” I squeaked out

Which he obviously could tell I was lying

“Really? You miss nothing at all” he smirked his conniving smirk he knows I loath

“Maybe a few things”

“What do I gotta do fer ya to tell me?”

“Hmmm the only way I tell you is if you don’t laugh”

“Fine, now tell me”

God this was so embarrassing

“I said I missed…..my vibrator” I squeaked out the last part feeling my heart in my throat

I heard him choke obviously shocked by my response

“I told you not to make fun of me”

“I ain’ just can’t believe ya really used those thangs” he said trying to compose himself

“I’m a woman Daryl I have needs”

“What ‘bout them guys you talked too?”

“They never got past the part of getting to know each other, too many pricks in our town”

“Ya I get that, best ya don’t waist her time, ya deserve better”

I cleared my throat down with this embarrassing conversation

“Umm I’m done, your turn”

~~~~~~~~

(I’m gonna change from using *i* to *you* instead it’s just easier to write that way!)

After we were both washed up we headed back to came, ate our food and went to the tent

“I’ll take Merle’s bag tonight” Daryl said

“Oh okay” we changed and laid down

An hour went by and you couldn’t sleep, it was freezing without Daryl, you rolled over and whispered

“Daryl? Are you still awake?”

“Mmm” he grunted from an answer

“Can you come back to our sleeping bag, it’s too cold without you” you whined desperate for some warmth

You couldn’t see it but his eyes were wide open from shock, he didn’t say anything but he came back over and climbed in behind you

“Thanks”

“ ‘course” he whispered before his snores started to lull you to sleep

~~~~~~~

The next day went on and they were gone looking for Merle for a long time, and it was worrying you, the sun was now setting and your belly felt like a knot of stress

As everyone was sitting around the fire Amy got up to use the washroom, a few minutes later she was screaming, you turned around and walkers were surrounding the camp coming from everywhere

You took your knife and jammed it into the walkers that came near you, until a big one stumbled over and fell ontop of you, you struggled until an arrow shot it dead, well…. forever dead now

It was pulled off of you and Daryl picked you up and held you against his chest, you wrapped you arms around him feeling lucky to have him back and safe

“Are ya okay?” He asked looking you over for bites

“I’m okay, are you okay D?”

“Fine, Merle got away, knew he’d be comin back to take revenge”

Everything died down, the camp lost a lot of people, when the sun rises we buried our dead and burned the walkers

“Where do we go now, it’s not safe here anymore” Lori asked the group but mostly Rick and Shane

“We head to the CDC that’s the only place I can think will still be running”

So after everyone packed up we got in our cars and were off, thankfully it was just Daryl and you in his truck, giving you both some much needed peace

“Do you think we’ll be safe at the CDC?” you asked looking over at him

“We best be, we ain’ got much more places to go”

You could see the worry in his body tension, and the way he talked, sure he was a grump with everyone else but not you, never you

“We’ll find something Daryl, as long as we have each other” he looked at you and looked back at the road nodding

We’d be okay…….right?

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Part.3<-

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HEY!

So, I really liked your two Aaravis fics, and I have an idea/request. You don't have to do it if you don't feel like it of course.

So there is that dark mark on Aaravos's chest. And we know that it became dark after his imprisonment. Now the idea is that the reader either knew Aaravos *before* it lost it's shine, and like, later got trapped in the mirror too and reunited with him, or maybe met him in the mirror and asked about the mark. And like, asks Aaravos why it lost it's shine, and after hearing about the things, instead of looking at him differently, or scared, they see that Aaravos is sad, so they preform a little trick. So they make a little light ball, making it look like they took it out of their heart and then place it on Aaravos's chest (where the dark star is), and saying that "It's okay, you can have my light" or something like that, idk....

Like, the concept is just reader accepting that darkness, and cherishing it and all that cheezy, fluffy stuff. Like I said, you aren't obliged to write this, this is just a random idea my maladaptive daydreamer self came up with. Have a lovely day, take care, and thanks for feeding us Aaravos fans with your lovely work!

AAAA TYSM THIS REQ IS SO GREAT!!! I love this idea, it made me so excited ajsjdj HOPE U ENJOY!

🥀CW: angst (with happy ending), fluffiness, aaravos being insecure, mentions of trauma and suffering/containment

when the news of aaravos' imprisonment reached you, you were shocked. how could he have been discovered, he had been so careful and meticulous in his planning, and all of his motives were for the good of humanity! you, and many other elves who supported him were not only surprised, but also outraged. to trap a startouch elf, to take your lover away from you... you knew you could never rest until you could see him again. years of pulling strings, gaining popularity, playing the puppeteer behind the scenes had led you to this moment. you had fought for centuries, sacrificed so much to see him again, and here you finally were. before you stood aaravos, your star touch lover, in all of his glory. it had been so long, and your heart seemed to sing at the sight of him. and yet, something was different.

when aaravos first saw you, he thought he was in a dream. you had appeared to him on so many nights, only to fade away once the morning came, slipping through his fingers like sand. the memory of you, your face, your voice, your touch, it all felt like a painful distant nightmare that played throughout his head every single time he closed his eyes. he had missed you so, so much, yet he knew he had changed. not only mentally, years of imprisonment had long since broken him, but physically as well. the glowing star on his chest had faded from a shimmering splendor to a cold ember, with nothing of its former glory remaining. he couldnt help but feel ashamed at its bleak emptiness, a disgusting mark of his failure and imprisonment. however, he would not focus on it now. you were here, in front of him, and he was free.

"my star.. is it truly you?" his voice was soft, broken and cracked from the emotions swelling inside him. you didnt dare open your mouth, knowing you would probably begin to sob and nodded, your eyes were already brimming with tears. the both of you rushed forward suddenly, throwing your arms around eachother and weeping with joy. you both stayed like that for a while, entangled in eachother and whispering softly. you werent sure how long you layed there on the floor, however it soon began to grow dark. ever so gently, aaravos layed the two of you onto the floor, his hands shaking as though afraid he would break you. as you stared at him, you couldn't help but ponder a certain change on your lovers skin.

"where did it go?" you ask softly, motioning towards his chest. he looked at you in confusion and you added for clarification, "what happened to the star on your chest? why doesnt it glow anymore?" you couldn't help but feel you made a mistake, as you watched the flicker of shame and disgust cross your lovers face.

"it faded, along with most of my powers, when i, well.. when i fell and was imprisoned" aaravos answered softly. his voice was so fragile, barely a whisper as he spoke. "it is simply a blight upon my skin, a mark of my failure and punishment. a cruel scar. it paints me as nothing but a lightless monster, a burden, and a villain." disdain and self disgust seemed to leak from his voice, and he shuddered as he spoke. pain filled your heart at his words and you reached out to rest a hand on his chest. you wished there was a way to undo all the centuries of pain and trauma the both of you had endured while separated, and you wished you could help him understand his beauty.

"you are none of those things aaravos, that is just what the other dragons and elves want you to believe. however, i know that you are special, beautiful, and so, so strong because of your differences and you have fought and suffered for what you believe in. this star is a mark of your perseverence, and it is nothing to ever be ashamed of." you gently pulled your hand away, and placed it on your own chest. using some simple magic, you made your own hand glow with a soft orb of white light resting on your palm.

"you don't have to bear the weight and darkness of your burdens alone. let me share my light with you, and share your darkness with me." you reached out, pressing the glowing ball against his chest and watched a small, pained smile break through the sadness and doubt that had resided on aaravos' face, and he covered your hand with his.

"thank you my love, thank you for finding me, and for always reminding me of the light and the love that we share." he leaned in, resting his unoccupied hand on your cheek and pressed his forehead against yours lovingly.

"i love you until the end of time, and i believe that our love will last as eternal as the light that we share." his words seemed to touch your very soul, and released a flutter from your heart. for years you had drowned in your own misery, but you felt like you could finally breathe again. he was back, and you two were reunited. nothing would stand in your way every again, and neither of you would ever be separated by anyone or anything.

I HOPE THIS WAS TOO YOUR LIKING, THIS WAS SUCH A COOL REQ THANKS FOR REQUESTING!!! REQS ARE STILL OPEN, FEEL FREE TO REQUEST ANYTIME! this was such an emotional thing to write, and i genuinely really like this lmao tysm for the idea and inspiration!

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This scene through Wendy’s POV 💚

I glance at the horizon and start to make my way over to my bike when Dipper stops me. “Look, Wendy, about earlier…in the heat of the moment, I might’ve said some dumb things and…can’t we just pretend none of that ever happened?” I turn around to see him facing away from me. “Please?” I can’t help feeling bad for the kid. He’s had a crush on me since forever, I mean he wasn’t slick about it. Not in the slightest. If I were like any other teen, I’d laugh and make fun of him before leaving on my bike but that’s not who I am. This kid is a real human, and I’ll be damned if I hurt a fellow human like myself. So, I slowly walk back to him and place a hand on his shoulder. “Dude…dude, it’s okay. I always…kinda knew.” I confessed. This takes him by surprise and he turns around to look at me. “Wait, you did?” He asks. “Yeah, man. I mean, you think I can’t hear that stuff you’re constantly whispering under your breath?” I said giggling, trying to cheer him up. This does the opposite effect however, as he hides his face with his hands and sits down on a nearby log. I sit down next to him. He’s so small compared to me. It was almost endearing, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. “Listen, Dipper. I’m like…SUPER flattered but…” I hesitated but decided to keep going because he needed to know. “I’m too old for you. I mean, you know that, right?” I said, trying to keep my voice as soft as possible to lessen the blow. Dipper groans and clutches his face with one of his hands. “Mabel said confessing would make me feel better.” He said. I take a moment to consider his words and decide the best course of action is to provide as much comfort as possible. “Well, how do you feel?” I asked. “Anxious, scared…” He scratches his arms. “…and kinda itchy.” That draws a laugh out of me. Dipper is an awkward kid, but that’s what I like about him. “Dude…don’t be itchy, man. Let me tell you something: this summer was SUPER boring until you showed up. I had more fun with you than like- practically anybody else, and if you stop being my friend, I would like- throw myself into the bottomless pit.” Every word I uttered was true. I just wanted him to know that this won’t change anything, and that it shouldn’t change anything. “So things…won’t be too awkward now?” He asks. “I just wrestled MYSELF, dude! THAT was awkward!” It’s a long story. “If you can handle that monster, you can handle a little awkwardness.” The words flow out of my mouth like a symphony. I don’t even know how I’m doing this. I’m not usually this cool. Hah, don’t get your head in the clouds, Wendy. Dipper lets a suppressed chuckle and we’re both just staring at eachother until he extends his hand. “Friends?” He says. “Yeah, dude! Friends!” I said, pushing him a little too hard than I intended and sending him off the log. I tense up for a moment but my shoulders slump once I see him rise. We both laugh together, this time it sounded more sincere. I reached my hand out and helped him up. I then realized I should probably be heading home now. So I walk off to my bike. “Oh, and hey, Dipper. See you for movie night tomorrow. Your place this time, okay?” I tie my helmet around my head, hop on my bike, and ride off into the sunset. I glance behind me and see Dipper’s face had changed into a somber expression. My heart tenses up and I look back at the sunset. Poor kid, he just got rejected. I just hope what I said was able to soften the impact.

[gabessquishytum]

OKAY this one came to me in a drug induced haze. So we all know the first thing that comes to mind when we see Hob. Get that man pregnant. Could be whatever variation human/warprize/fertility god etc au, I believe in my haze I was thinking specifically Dragon shapeshifter au ANYWAY. So Hob has just delivered a wonderful beautiful miracle to them, and they could not be more thrilled. They were definitely the Planning Parents who accounted for Every contingency in the baby's first 5 years of life, they have a Plan. Part of this plan, regrettably, was that they'd wait until Baby was at least 3 before having another. They both agreed it was just the Optimal Decision for their Great Baby Life Plan, so they'd have to put aside how ridiculously wonderful/horny those 9 months were. It won't be that hard, they'll have a whole ass child to love and dote on and take up all their time and energy.

The hitch comes when having a baby does nothing to dampen how absolutely devastatingly lustful they are for eachother. As soon as Hob is healed up he's begging for just one round, please Dream? It's been so long. Dream makes him wait another few days to be sure he's healed before they are right back to fucking like rabbits. Many orgasms to balance the discomfort of generally havinga newborn, interrupted sleep cycles, cramps from whatever position he was in too long for nursing, etc. And soon enough it's only been a few months and Hob is honestly? Feeling kind of shitty. He thought it would be getting EASIER as the baby got older and disnt need to be so much stapled to him and slept for longer periods of time, but he's very tired and kind of cranky and achey. It isn't until he starts throwing up that he realizes what's happened. Of course his first thought is ANOTHER BABY OMG YES BABIES. But then he has a rude awakening. He wasnt Supposed to get pregnant again so soon. This will break their whole big plan into tiny peices. Will Dream be mad? Oh no.

But Hob couldn't keep a secret from Dream on a good day, let alone a bad day when he's tired and hormonal, so he puts the baby down, sits Dream down at the table, and weeps his way through explaining that whatever birth control they used couldn't stand up to their vigorous lovemaking and he's pregnant again. Hob is trying to read Dream's reaction but Dream is doing his absolute best not to WIGGLE with pleasure at the dinner table. Another baby!! He and Hob are gonna have more babies!!! He's also counting back in his mind through the days theyve fucked trying to figure out when this happened and can remember at least twice when he either forgot to pull out or maybe forgot the condom? He's a tired dad okay. He does his best not to break out into ecstatic laughter while he holds and comforts Hob and tells him What Plan? We'll make a new plan, with our wonderful extra baby in mind. They quickly work through whatever angst there was and are back to being the sunshiniest happy family there ever was, now with an absolutely Glowing Hob, bc of course pregnancy looks GREAT on him. They are also fucking at increased rates without any birth control again bc what's gonna happen? He'll get MORE pregnant? When the ultrasound shows twins, Hob makes a joke like "Maybe we SHOULD have slowed down lol" but Dream can only vibrate with smugness. Lookit his perfect man. He put SO many babies in him.

Lying on the floor kicking my legs in the air. I'm always deeply obsessed with pregnant Hob content and I'm just very!!!!! Very horny about them being horny for each other.

Hob loves his baby so much. But it IS hard being a new parent, and he's so incredibly tired! The only consolation is that Dream is wonderful and still extremely attentive to Hob’s needs - particularly in the bedroom! Whenever the baby takes a nap, Dream makes sure that Hob gets at least a little bit of an orgasm. With his mouth, or fingers... or his cock. It makes the pain of parenting just a tiny bit more manageable.

Until Hob starts throwing up, and aching all over, and he's crying a lot all of a sudden. He's barely recovered from the first baby, and he doesn't feel terribly comfortable in his body. He knows that Dream still loves him but the thought that he might well be pregnant again is utterly terrifying. What if Dream is angry! What if he was sick of Hob being pregnant the first time, and what if he doesn't want another baby at all!? Oh dear. Hob holds his baby in his arms and gives them lots of cuddles, and calms himself down a little bit. It seems very important that Dream should at least KNOW that he's going to be a father again!

Of course as you've said, Dream has to try really hard to stop himself from CHEERING when he gets the news. He's wanted another baby ever since the first one came along. He wants everything with Hob, and that includes many many babies. Plans are overrated! Loving Hob and their children is the most important thing.

Twins wasn't part of the plan, but as previously mentioned, plans are overrated!! Hob looks incredible. He carries the new babies strongly and well, and provides plenty of milk for the twins, the first baby... and Dream, who loves relieving Hob’s swollen breast by drinking his milk as often as needed. Dream is a very proud father to his first baby AND the two nestled in Hob’s womb. He's thrilled to place his hands gently on Hob’s belly and the small of his back. In public he practically vibrates whenever they're congratulated on their parenthood. As they relax at home, he holds the baby in his arms and pops another cushion beneath the small of Hob’s back. He's going to give Hob as many babies as he can ever want and he's going to take the best care of him. That’s the only plan he’s concerned with now <3

[faithfully-yours]

The Moon Will Sing

Fandom : Just Roll With It Riptide

Ship : none

Summary : Gillion was only ever a mirror, something to reflect some elses greatness

Warnings : Implied abuse, basically Gill's childhood, episode 109 spoilers

Notes : The Crane Wives has me in a god damn choke hold

Age 9

"Tell me once again, please."

My small begging voice seemed to claw through the elder's wall, not far enough through though.

"The prophecy chose you, that is why you're here."

"But I could have been anyone, *anyone* else, and I could've gotten out."

"There is nothing to get out of, it's a privilege."

"But, before you made the choice for me-"

The elder crouches down to get on eye level with Me.

"Look, this is your destiny, Gillion. Accept it."

He took my hand and started pulling me foward. My feet knew the path to where we were headed. The training grounds.

Again. Of course.

I remember when I was first brought here. We had walked in the dark.

I have no idea why, but in the dark they brought me to the grounds, and then it started.

I never gave a single thought to where it might lead, the first time.

That was before they told me.

Before.

Age 14

"All those empty rooms, it has to get lonely."

Edyn says, with a smile.

They're letting her visit now, which is nice.

We could have been anywhere, anywhere else, but no.

We had to stay in my room, Edyn said it was safer.

So I made a bed with apathy and there we sat, talking.

"My heart knew the weight of loneliness before I was stuck here Edyn." I say, leaning against her.

She shakes her head. "Ten years worth of dust and neglect. You can't just get rid of those memories Gill."

"I never said I could." She seems to put words in my mouth a lot. I love her though. If I couldn't see my sister, I don't know if I could survive this place.

Neither of us see eachother much anymore, and on the rare occasions we do we both seem tired.

But we made our peace with weariness and let it be.

Age 18

Another speech. After every mistake I get one. A speech.

this time though, I interrupt the particular elder.

"But, you said the moon will sing a song for me and-"

"Grow up. The moon rewards those who work."

His harsh hand grips my wrist as he yanks me along. "Us elders worked so hard for you, to make you a worthy chosen one. But you don't show us love, nor respect."

He opens a door and throws me harshly into a dark room.

I let out a groan as I hit the wall. "I loved you like the sun, and you do truly burn everything you touch. Bore the shadows you made."

He lets out a scoff. "Be thankful."

"I can't do anything. With no light of my own I shine only with the light you gave me."

He turns on his heel and shuts the door, and locking it from the outside.

Trapping me in shadow.

"I shine only with the light you gave me."

I mutter, making myself comfortable. I won't get out within the next three days. I don't usually anyway.

Age 21

"Name your courage now!"

Feel the sharp tip of metal at my neck.

"You almost killed a navy officer."

The elder lets out a harsh laugh. "We have war. We could have had anything, anything else, but instead we have war."

I shrug. "I don't-"

"You don't what? We should have you killed Gillion."

"But instead you hoarded all that's left of me. My sister, my freedom."

My voice sounds small and rough. I really don't like it. I don't like most things about my things now though.

Hey won't do it. Kill me that is, they won't kill me. Right.

What am I kidding.

"look at you. Swallowin' your doubt. Don't worry, we won't kill you. It's almost like you want us to banish you."

Like swords in the pit of my belly, the words claw at my insides. Bringing out the fact that, maybe the words are true.

"I wanna feel the fire that you kept from me. You don't own me."

He lowers the sword. "Leave. Get out of the undersea now. We do not want you."

"What?"

I stand up so quickly that my chair gets hit across the room.

"Leave."

I can't tell if he's serious. They've done this before. Almost in a taunting way. But he's serious this time,

I feel someone grabbing my arms and pulling me back.

I shake the guards off, turn around, and run.

I run. I swim out of the castle.

Age 22

Chip was my friend. I think.

He is my friend. I don't know why I say was, he's not dead.

He's undead.

That's still settling in. He leans on my shoulder, tracing his cold fingers up and down my bicep.

"I don't know how to feel you know."

He says.

"What do you mean?"

"Gill, you've killed undead, I've killed undead. It feels-"

"We've killed living too. I have anyway."

He sighs, looking up at the night sky. We sit on the deck of our ship, because Jay wanted to sleep and it's my night on watch. Also quite frankly Chip doesn't really need sleep anymore.

"What happened to you? In the under sea." He asks in a whisper.

I usually manage to avoid the subject.

"I don't see why that matters."

He lets out a scoff. "I do, I hear you in your sleep you know. You toss and turn, you talk."

"I do?"

"Yes. Sometimes it's about the moon, which makes sense after the fae wilds I guess."

I wrap my arm around his waist as he lets out a sigh. "Are the words, coherent at all?"

I've heard off people from the oversea sleep talking, but it's usually just random mumbles.

Chip nods. "Yeah, usually it's 'The moon will sing a song for me,' and stuff."

I let out a small shuddering breath. "Oh."

"Is that, weird?"

I shake my head. "It's just, something the elders used to tell me. When I was being groomed for being the chosen one. It was a saying, something to say that the moon would make prayers sent to her help you instead."

"What about the whole, I loved you like the sun stuff? It's only sometimes that I've heard that but."

"It was-" I shake my head. "When I was kid, there was this one time, it doesn't matter. Must have just been a flashback or something."

He nods with a small hum of acknowledgement.

"What happened?"

"An elder got mad at me, I was thrown in a dungeon. Said something along the lines of," I shake my head again, "I don't even remember. Um, Bore the shadows that you made with no light of my own-"

"I shine only with the light you gave me." Jays voice comes from the stairs as she comes to the top deck. "You really do need to work on your sleep talking, you do realize we all sleep in the same room."

"I can't control it." I say, pushing my self up so I'm sitting straight, unintentionally pushing Chip off of my shoulder in the process.

She shrugs, leaning on the railing of the ship.

"What does that mean?" She asks, looking at us. "I shine only with the light you gave me?"

Chip answers before I can. "It's the sun and moon thing, the moon only shines because the sun reflects light off of it. It's like saying you only mean anything while the other is there with you."

Huh, he described that perfectly.

Jay let's out a small scoff, "When did you become so wise Chip?"

"When my heart got pulled out." He answers in a humorless voice. Jay's face goes pale and Chip bursts out laughing. "You're good, I'm joking."

You know I've never felt like that here.

I've never felt like a weapon or other.

Here I'm just me.

Welp episode 114 is gonna hit him like a brick.

[paleneckauthorcowboy]

This is the next fic in the timeline, This is a disclaimer and Trigger warning. This Fanfic contains suicide! If you know me irl or like off of tumblr, I promise you I'm fine, this is a work of fiction!

It's a typical day like any other, except it's not. This is Kestins' last day, but he's not going to let anyone know; keeping up the facade of ignorance and bliss. He tries to spend it with the one's he loved most, even if he knew I'd be unrealistic to have them both at the same time; he still texts Hoodie to see if he wanted to spend the day with him, though he realized how desperate the text sounded. Unfortunately, Hoodie hadn't read the text. But thankfully, he didn't spend the day alone, he still had Alex.

"I'm glad we get to spend some time together. It's nice." Kestin murmured, leaning on Alex. They hadn't been like this in many months, they weren't even doing anything exciting; just watching movies and being in eachothers company. But, of course, Alex is a busy man. By the time is was barely 3 in the afternoon, he had to leave to go do God knows what.

That was fine with Kestin, it gives him more time to make sure everything is perfect, reading over the notes folding them both up neatly. Making sure he knew this wouldn't fail, and that he would be uninterrupted. 10 p.m rolls around and Hoodie still hasn't read the text, so, Kestin just gives up on seeing him before he goes, as much as it hurts him. He shoots him one last text. Then, he shuts his phone off; throwing it onto the bed.

He slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He strolls over to the medicine cabinet, opening it, he takes out every bottle of pills that he had. Before he proceeds, he checks his pockets, the notes are there. He then continued, one by one emptying each bottle into his mouths and swallowing with an awful gulp. By the time he was done, he felt, well, terrible. He sat on the floor and just waited for the pills to do their job.

It didn't take too long before he was gone. Now, there's not much to say about a corpse, why don't we shift the prospective a bit, let's go see Hoodie.

He's walking at a fast pace towards Kestins place, trying to call him, get him to answer. He saw the texts, the last one worried him the most 'I love you, please don't forget that.' Brian knows how Kestin is, he's seen this before. He's praying he's not too late, he can't be. He's not willing to lose another person, not after both his boyfriend and girlfriend.

Hoodie gets to Kestins house, much to his dismay, the front door is locked as well as the windows; another blaring red flag that something is wrong. Without a second thought, he breaks a window in jumps inside. "Kestin! Are you here?" He calls out, searching the house. Getting increasingly more distraught. Finally, he finds the bathroom, the door is locked. So he goes and gets the keep from Kestins bedside table.

Quickly, he unlocked it, shoving the door open. He finds Kestin. The scene could haunt him for a life time, he's just slumped against the wall, the sink is full of pill bottles. He gets down on his knees, with shaky hands he checks for a pulse. Nothing. Kestin is already gone. He was too late. Brian slowly slipped his mask off, getting a good look at his friend, he failed him, he failed to save him.

He sees two notes peaking out of Kestin pocket, one of them labeled 'To my last love.' And the other, 'To my only friend.' He takes the second one; opening it with care.

The letter reads as follows. "Hello, I know you're probably confused or maybe even angry. It's understandable. I just couldn't keep living the way I was, playing pretend can only get a guy so far. You know that. I couldn't face the truth so now I'm taking the only way out that I can see. This was inevitable anyway. Me dying I mean, you and everyone else said yourself, if I didn't get out I'd be next. But, why wait around for him when I could just do it myself. It'd  hurt less this way, right? No betrayal anywhere. I'm sorry I have to do this to you, I know you care about me and all that sappy stuff. Please don't blame yourself, this isn't your fault. Just know that I love you no matter what, you'll always be my best friend and brother. Please, try to live well, this is goodbye.

Warm regards, Kestin."

Brian didn't have time to process this, he heard the front door open, so he quickly made his exit out the window. He had an 'old friend' to go visit.

[hotspace39]

Writing suggestion for you: Deaky x reader, strictly fluff, maybe a little angst, but all in all, a happy ending. Also, reader is friends with the band, and maybe you could incorporate Freddie, Brian and Roger, all of them remarking how much reader and Deaky are in love. Idiots in love, basically.

This is almost too specific, but c'mon, we're mutuals.

Of course!!! Thank you for the request :)

Completely zoned off in the band’s rehearsal, I watched in awe as my boyfriend plucked the strings of his sunburst Squier bass, fingers moving somnambulant.

How did I get so lucky?

I mused silently, smiling absent-mindedly like a lovestruck idiot as I gazed at him: his long locks of wavy brown hair, his kind smile, his clever blue-grey eyes, his beautiful hands with those long, delicate fingers…

My daydreaming was rudely disturbed by a clamour of loud voices.

“Fred, you’re singing it wrong, it’s throwing my timing off!”

“Oh fuck off Roger” Freddie’s voice purred.

I looked up at the two having a spat. This was a common occurrence, no shock to me at this point. The two argued like brothers nearly every time I’d come along with John to these rehearsals. Sometimes Brian would join in, too - but never John. He preferred to sit and do his own thing.

“Oh quit it Roger, he’s singing it fine!” Brian chimed in. I lifted my head and couldn’t help but giggle slightly at the arguing. I personally thought they sounded great, but I didn’t know much about what they were going for. It all seemed quite experimental to me, different to what you’d hear on the radio.

John took the backseat for these arguments, never contributed. I understood, I didn’t like confrontation either. He had only joined the band a few months ago so he felt like the “new boy” still, but he had so much more that he could contribute to the band. I often tried to persuade him to push his ideas to the others - I thought they were brilliant - but he said no, he didn’t want to. Not yet.

I glanced at John to make sure he was doing okay. It took me a second to catch his attention, but when I did, he smiled at me. That beautiful smile. It lit up my whole world for a matter of seconds: like it was just me and him in this practise room. I found myself blushing, suddenly shy - as though we hadn’t been going out for two months at this point.

John spoke up - a rare occurrence. His voice was soft but firm.

“Why don’t we take a break for a few minutes, get a coffee? I think we’re all knackered right now and won’t agree on anything.”

The other three begrudgingly agreed and went off their separate ways, Freddie and Roger still bickering as they walked out the door. John closed the door after them and looked at me, mouth twitching to a smile. We both laughed. We often joked that his bandmates were like our kids, a group of toddlers with their constant bickering.

“Nothing changes with them, does it?”

I asked while sidling up towards him coolly, hiding the flutter of excitement in my stomach.

He shook his head and laughed.

“It’s the one thing you can bet on, these spats. Especially when it comes to Rog and Fred.”

I was right beside John at this point. I loved how I had to look up a little bit to see his face, I only came up to his shoulders. He looked down at me and smiled.

“Good thing I have you here to keep me sane.”

He muttered before bending down to give me a kiss. I smiled into the kiss as I closed my eyes, revelling in the soft touch of his lips. I let my tongue wander and hummed slightly, hinting that I wanted more.

John paused and drew back to look at me.

“But the guys will be here soon…”

I groaned, knowing he was right.

“I know. I just love you so much.”

John’s expression softened and he cupped my face in his hands, looking me in the eye with his pretty smile.

“I love you too.”

We stood like that, savouring every second, until the band walked in and we reluctantly pulled away from eachother. Brian was first in the door and just caught John’s hands grazing my face.

“Ah, the two lovebirds!”

He laughed softly, rolling his eyes playfully. Roger came in right after, hearing Brian’s comment.

“What were they up to? Hope it wasn’t anything too raunchy.”

He snickered.

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous Roger!”

Freddie scolded like a cross mother as he sauntered into the room.

“You know these two, they only ever kiss and cuddle and hold hands around us. Bit boring, if you ask me.”

He joked, winking at me. I rolled my eyes playfully at him, giggling slightly. I’d always had a soft spot for the eccentric frontman.

“Right boys, let’s go!”

He announced. I checked my watch and retreated to my seat in the corner to watch the band again.

Only an hour, I told myself. An hour sounded like years to me, though. I needed to be close to John again. I missed his tender touch already, his soft whispers, his gentle manner.

The rehearsal went by much the same as it had before - evidently the “10 minute break” didn’t do much good for anyone. The bickering picked up where it left off, and John stayed silent. Not much playing was done with the amount of arguing going on, meaning John was just sitting with his bass on his lap for a good majority of the next hour. I tried to catch his eye, my brows furrowed, but he seemed to know that if he looked at me I’d silently encourage him to speak up. So he avoided my glance.

We said our goodbyes to his bandmates and didn’t say a word until we were in the car. The tension between us hung thick in the air. When we closed the doors and sat into the car, I turned to face John from the passenger seat.

“You need to speak up when they carry on like that. It’s unfair to you, their bickering means you just sit there and do nothing at all. It’s a waste of your time.”

“I knew you were going to say that!” He exclaimed. He took a deep breath and sat back into his carseat with a stony expression.

“I can’t.” He sighed and massaged his temples, as though he had a headache. I could see him tense his jaw and could almost feel the angst and anger in him bubbling to the surface.

He slammed a fist against the wheel of the car - not particularly hard; almost in an exhausted manner. I wasn’t afraid, I knew he wouldn’t lay a finger on me; it just made me upset to see him like this. He pushed his hair back, exasperated. I lay my hand gently on his shoulder, feeling the cool, soft suede of his brown jacket. He sighed.

“I know you’re just trying to help me. I get it. But… I’ll figure it out on my own. It’s not like me to barge in and start arguing, I just don’t function like that. Just… give me a while and I’ll figure it out.”

“I know. I was just afraid they were pushing you around. I hate that you barely even got to play there.”

He smiled at me weakly.

“I know you’re concerned for me, and I appreciate it. I just prefer to deal with these things by myself.”

I smiled sympathetically back at him.

“I’m sorry, I should know that by now.”

I laid my hand on his lap.

“I just worry ‘bout you Deacs, that’s all.”

He gave me a proper smile now, showing me that perfect gap-toothed grin of his that I loved, rolling his eyes playfully.

“I’ll have you know I can take care of myself quite sufficiently by now!”

I played along and adorned a doubtful expression.

“Really? Maybe you should do it more often then.”

We both laughed, any and all tension completely dissipated. I smiled, feeling warm and happy, hand on John’s lap, as we drove back to his flat.

[marcusoseman99]

Songs of the Isle pt 42

Vick: Hey- Philip.

* Philippos looks up from his book with his calm and centred expression, which drops as soon as he sees Vick*

Philippos: *sigh* I will only be talking to you because Lord Dionysos has let you stay.

Vick: *nodding* Sick- then where is Demi?

Philippos: Probably fornicating with that man whore Apollo.

*Vick looks at him for a long time with a confused expression*

 Philippos: Engaging in copulation.

*Vick shakes his head slowly*

Philippos: *sigh* Really lord give me strength coitus, intercourse, FUCK IT lovemaking.

Vick: Ohhhh

*Vick taps his nose*

Philippos: *whispering* Finally

Vick: Damn they are Y'know-

* Philippos’s eye twitches and slams his book shut with one hand and holds it behind his back*

Philippos: AAGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF OS IWIEF.

Philippos: *sigh* Yes

Vick: Cool..... can you take me to them and Apollo please.

Philippos: Sure.

*Philippos starts walking back the way he came with Vick following from behind*

Vick: I can’t believe he didn’t know I was fucking with him, lol.

*The scene cuts to Demi and Apollo sitting on a dead tree by a little hut in a clearing while passing a joint*

Apollo: How has everyone been?

Demi: Pretty good I mean literally nothing happens out here so- yeah been boring without you.

Apollo: Boring isn’t a bad thing.

 Demi: *sigh* You can’t mean that and-

*Demi sits on Apollos lap and takes the joint from Apollo then a draw from it*

Demi: *coughs* You gonna make it exciting.

Apollo: Was just hoping for a conversation.

Apollo: I can see that.

Demi: Don’t tell me Lord Dionysos tried you out too much.

Apollo: for you-

*Apollo grabs Demi’s hips as they giggle, they apollo goes right up Demi’s ear*

Apollo: *whispering* Never

*Apollo throws Demi off of him and she lands on her stright onto the grass around them*

Demi: You are boring too then.

Apollo: I just want to talk..... and get a little high.

*They both laugh and Demi sits next to him again *

Demi: I can live with that..... i get the first question since its my weed.

Apollo: *laughs* Fine.

Demi: Why dont you just move here?

Apollo: Reegan needs me you know that.

Demi: Not every single day he doesn't.

Apollo: I also have the fort to guard can't any dipshit stay there.

Demi: Guarding what...... Reegan?

*Apollo takes the joint out of Demi mouth and stands up while taking a draw*

Demi: You could just ask Hermes to try and get Reeegan here instead.

Apollo: I just have to stay there ok.

*Demi stands up and leans on Apollo*

Demi: I know i just missed talking to someone that likes the outside of this place i mean you are the one that help me get my music tapes.

Apollo: More like got Hermes to get them but I know what you mean you do get me most of the time and you have great weed.

*Apollo hands Demi whats left of the joint and they watch silently as Philip and Vick go up to the cabin then Philip starts to slam at the door with his fist*

Philippos: I SWEAR TO OUR LORD YOU BETTER NOT BE-

Vick: FUCKING

*Philippos turns to stare daggers at Vick as Demi yells at him*

Demi: Not on your bed we are over here dumbass.

*Vick and Philip turns to sees Demi and Apollo holding eachother by the hips and flipping off Vick and Philip*

Philippos: Well thats..... you deal with them.

Vick: Ok cooool.

*Philip leaves as Apollo and Demi heads back to the Cabin*

Apollo: How did your talk go?

Vick: Terrifying.

Vick: Good.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hi<3 could you do a follow up to the hcs you did where dick grayson and reader meet at a Wayne galla and go back to his room and hangout? Maybe their relationship gets stronger? Ty😭

Dick Grayson x Male reader

Headcanons

Part 2 to the gala headcanons

Im gonna be honest I had to go back and reread the one I wrote since it’s been forever.

I wasn’t really sure what to write for this one so I just kinda started writing and saw where it went. I gave the reader some random hobbies for some reason.

After Dick and you met at the gala and had your sudden sleepover, you started to grow closer. You texted each other almost every day, and spoke regularly over the phone when either of you weren’t busy.

You would have talked every day, but Dick seemed to have some super strange Schedule which he wouldn’t tell you about. You just assumed it had something to do with Bruce Wayne being his dad and that was it.

The two of you tried to find more ways to meet up, as it would apparently cause a stir of the two sons of some of the most powerful people in Gotham just started hanging out, which you both thought was bull.

This resulted in Dick joining your fencing classes and you joining his gymnastics class, though you were a much higher level than Dick in fencing and him much higher than you in Gymnastics.

You also came up with making a “book club” since you loved to read, though in reality the two of you would just go to Wayne Manor and watch movies or hang out.

You realize you’ve developed feelings for Dick one day during Gymnastics. You had been trying to nail a flip off of a high ledge, and had crashed right on top of Dick who had been standing in the cube pile which you were meant to hit.

This resulted in the both of you tangled together, trying to fight out of the cube prison around you.

It was when Dick got out first and pulled you out that you seemed to really see him. Messy Black hair and beautiful blue eyes and a thin layer of sweat on his forehead from all the exercise.

It made warmth explode in your chest, and you swore it spread to your face. But Dick didn’t seem to realize it was a blush and not just from the exercise.

You decided not to confess, because you were sure Dick didn’t like guys and your friendship was still on the newer side, having only hung out for a few months.

What you didn’t know was that Dick had felt the same and had felt this way since the very day you met.

It was during the sleepover, you had fallen asleep on top of him and had cuddled into his chest. Something about you wearing his clothes, sharing his interests and your peaceful sleeping face made the feelings bloom in his chest, only growing over time.

Bruce and Alfred seemed to know immediately, and the two of them would both send Dick looks when you would visit. It wasn’t any bad looks, only a “I know” kind of look.

Bruce went as far as to joke about keeping doors open, which made Dick blush though what Bruce was hinting at went right over your head.

It was after one of your shared fencing classes, the two of you having stayed behind to train some more. The trainers had agreed as Dick and you were very polite and determined students and had promised to clean up after yourselves.

You were both splayed out on the floor, fencing masks thrown to the side as you laid panting from the workout that was the sport.

You turned your head to look at Dick, only to see him already looking at you. His eyes seemed to be brimming with an emotion you could decipher but it seemed soft.

The two of you laid looking at eachother, something flashes through Dicks eyes before he rolled onto his front and got ontop of you, caging you in by placing his hands on either side of your head.

Opening your mouth, you tried to speak, but no words came out as butterflies burst in your stomach and spreading through your entire body.

Soon Dick seemed to throw whatever had been holding him back into the wind, leaning down to press his lips to yours.

You felt a blush cover your entire face, as your hands clenched against the floor padding under you. Your brain couldn’t seem to keep up and before you could react Dick pulled back, opening his beautiful blue eyes to look down at you.

Dick seemed to swallow his nerves and he carefully confessed, saying how he couldn’t hold it in anymore as it felt like it was suffocating him, and that if you hated him so be it but he truly felt for you.

When he started to move as if to get off you, you struck fast before you could really figure out what you were thinking, and pulled him back down to smash his lips against yours. He crashed down on top of you, knocking the air right out of your lungs but that didn’t matter, as Dick grabbed at the fight uniform you wore and grasped you even closer, your lips pressing together like it was the only thing keeping the two of you alive.