#I'm sure this will cater to somebody

[patchwork-crow-writes]

Rumination; Or, The Virtues of Moss

In which Kris finds moss, eats moss, and considers the nature of things.

Its glistening wetness catches your eye in the gloom of the cramped cell the two of you are sharing. Compelled by a higher power, you walk over to investigate the unassuming growth. You doubt it will be of use to you in your escape, but there is something here, nonetheless; a strange sense of recognition, perhaps, of something that isn’t entirely in harmony with its surroundings.

You kneel to get a better look, knees squelching in cold water the colour of ash. Here you can see the panoply of hues across the moss’s surface, from bright and shimmering apple to almost-muddy fern, and the way they almost undulate like the ocean waves with the subtle shifting of the darklight. Distinctions that no-one would really concern themselves with, but to you they are every bit as beautiful as the iridescence of a flawless pearl, and every bit as deserving of attention. Absently, your fingertips caress its surface, marvelling at how something so seemingly lumpen and graceless could feel so velvety smooth. Nails dig slightly into the spongy mass, kneads it like a cat might, then lets it spring back into shape. That such a humble organism could be so defiant, so unwilling to change its shape even under duress... you feel its will to live surge up your arm, a primal inspiration that resonates throughout the very core of your being.

You, too, yearn to be as pliant and stubborn as this moss, thriving even in this loveless place. You, too, wish to live, no matter what it takes.

Thus seized by impulse, your hand becomes a talon which tears into plant matter, the fibres peeling apart like live Velcro as they fight to remain whole, and to keep their unenviable place in the order of things. But your will is the stronger; with several furious wrenches a strip comes free and you hold it aloft like the pelt of a vicious beast, wringing wet with rivulets of rank water. A damp, loamy odour fills your nostrils, reminiscent of those summer days when the whole town smelt like cut grass, so vivid you could almost taste it.

You feel your companion’s eyes upon you, the concern and bafflement in his expression as clear as if he had uttered it aloud. Well, let him gawp if he wants to. This is between you and the cycle of existence, and though it might currently have the upper hand, it’d be you who had the last laugh.

You eat the moss.

Incisors gnash down like a blunt guillotine, molars grind sinewy fibres to gritty paste. Your jaw aches with the exertion, and errant strands thread themselves between your teeth. It is bitterer than you were expecting, though not to an unpleasant degree, with an earthen aftertaste. Despite it being soaking wet when you put it in your mouth, it is tough to swallow, rough and dry against your throat.

It is… not the worst thing you have ever eaten. Challenging, for sure, but not bad. More flavour and texture than whatever facsimile of food that darkners ate, in any case.

You almost consider reaching down for another try… but it seems your time here is done. The thing driving your body has tired of this particular diversion, and has now spotted the rusted shackle dangling limply from the crumbling wall nearby. You are not even given the courtesy of being able to wipe your own mouth, which somehow is the most galling thing about all of this. You’d laugh ruefully, if you were capable of it - but the most you can manage is a pained, dry cough, carrying a mossy aroma across your nostrils.

Perhaps this is just the way things have to be, you muse to yourself as you idly thumb the chains holding the shackle to the wall. The willful must prey upon those who cannot fight back. Even something as seemingly inert as moss must subsist upon water to survive.

Thus is the cycle of existence perpetuated.

[casekt]

Me @ myself: nobody's doing it like you

[saltnsugarbear]

you're intertwining your soul with somebody else (18+)

summary: you and your boyfriend invite someone new into your bed...

title from: "Somebody Else" by The 1975

word count: 5.2k

content warnings: smut MDNI!!!! oral (r!receiving), cuckholding, protected sex (JOEY DONT PLAY SORRY YALL), squirting,,,,, multiple positions 🕺

side note: literally actually snatched a dialogue line from chats with Olive but it was just too good. update I've taken another. this fic co written by Olive Berzattosgf. 100% caters to me and Olive today sorry guys <//3

this first divider from @/strangergraphics and the cigar and whiskey from @/thecutestgrotto

This is how it starts. With a simple 'thank you.'

"What was that?" Joey asked you when Lip walks away.

"What was what?" You frown at him.

"That," He gestures at where the bartender had been.

"Joey, I don't know what you're talking about." You tell him, glancing at your boyfriend before taking a sip from your drink.

"'Thank you,'" He tries to mimic the way you had thanked Lip for your drink. Tries to mimic the way your voice dips into that sultry tone you usually use against him.

"I did not say it like that.." You grumble, face flushing. Joey scoffs next to you and you don't have to look at him to know he's rolling his eyes. A moment passes before Joey sits up straighter, flagging down someone. You follow his gaze and your breathing catches when you spot Lip down the bar.

"Hey, come'ere," Joey flicks his fingers towards himself when he grabs Lip's attention. He slides down the counter, grabbing a new glass assuming Joe wanted a drink. When he shakes his hand no, Lip puts the glass back with a furrowed brow.

"You wanna fuck 'em?" Joey gestures to you when he says it. Your face flushes at his words, mouth falling open at his vulgarity.

"Quinn," you hiss. You only call him Quinn when you're pissed.

"I'm sorry?" Lip chokes out, tilting his head and furrowing his brow. You're beyond embarrassed by his behavior, sitting up to cut in.

"He's had to much to drink, I'm sorry-" You start.

"I'm asking you, if you want to fuck 'em. Cause they sure wanna fuck you and I'll let ya both," Joey starts again. "Unless you don't wanna fuck 'em, which then there's somethin' wrong with ya.."

"Joseph!" You slap his shoulder, thoroughly embarrassed by your boyfriends behavior.

"You said you wanted to try inviting someone into our bedroom. I choose this guy," Joey tells you, dragging over a dry napkin. "Gotta pen?"

Lip pulls a pen from his pocket and hands it to Joey. You watch as Joey writes out the hotel and room number your both staying in tonight. He pushes the pen and napkin towards Lip across the bar, jabbing it with a finger.

"Come by, or don't." Joey tells him. "'S your choice."

The walk back to your hotel room is silent. Your heart is thumping in your chest as Quinn leads you back to the room, fingers tucked in your belt loops. You think of a hundred different ways to approach the situation. What were you expected to do if Lip the bartender actually showed up later. All possibilities make your stomach squirm anxiously until you're behind the hotel room door.

The one you don't consider is Joey crowding you against the door. His hands are rough as he drags you into a kiss. You're pliant in his hold, bringing your hands to fist at his shirt and tug his hips close. He groans into your mouth, nipping softly at your lower lip.

Joey seems reluctant, when he pulls away. You trail after him until he appeases you, giving you one last firm kiss before backing away. You huff as he turns away, leaving you against the door.

You watch as Joey goes to the table and chair in the corner across the room. Tucking your hands behind you as he takes his gun out of the holster, placing it in the table.

"Really?" You snicker, eyeing it where it sits next to him. "You're gonna start swingin' that around?"

"Don't know what you're talkin' about," Joey says, sitting down in the chair in the corner. You roll your eyes as you walk over to him, framing his legs with yours when you stop in front of him.

"You sure you're okay with this?" You ask him, bringing your hands to rest on his shoulders, smoothing your thumbs over the fabric of his shirt.

"'M sure," He tells you, tracing his fingers along the tops of your thighs. "Need you t'go sit down now, otherwise I'm gonna fuck you before he can get here."

You scoff, stepping away from him, going for the bed and flopping down on it. You rest your hands on your stomach while you trace the patterns on the ceiling.

Your head perks up at the knock on the door, sitting up and looking at Joey.

"Go on. Open the door," Joey flicks his fingers at it, leaning further back into the seat. Your heart feels like it's going to burst out of your chest as you get up and cross the room. When you peak through the peephole, you can't help how you inhale softly. Lip stands in front of the door, hands in his pockets as he waits.

"It's the bartender.. Lip," you turn to look at Joey, making sure he's actually on board with this.

"Open it," Joey nods, legs spread wide where he sits.

You have no choice, at this point. You made this bed. Time for you to lie in it.

You start to open the door slowly but Lip is quick to shove it further. You can't help but make a noise of surprise and it's like he's on you in an instant.

Lip’s hands are warm on your face, tugging you towards him until he's kissing you. And he's kissing you like he needs you to breathe. It catches you off guard and forces a squeal of surprise from your mouth. He takes the doorknob from you and closes the door quietly when Joey clears his throat across the room.

You can feel the reluctance in Lip when he pulls back, breathing heavily through his nose.

"Joseph," he sniffs, looking at him across the room.

"Don't fuckin' call me that." Joey says sharply, sitting up quickly. "You call me Quinn, or you keep your mouth shut."

The way he's being so direct with Lip makes something flutter in your stomach, watching how like fights to roll his eyes. There's something that tells you to kiss Lip, and you do, surprising both of the boys. Lip grunts against your mouth before pulling you close, nipping gently at your lower lip. Joey doesn't interrupt this time, giving Lip time to tug your mouth open a little.

You pull back first, breathing heavily as you blink open heavy eyelids. Lip's face is slightly more flushed than before when you take him in but he's looking behind you.

"This ends when I come, right? Not when they do?" Lip asks over your shoulder, still holding your face close. You can't see Joey's reaction but Lip is speaking again.

"I can make 'em come as many times as I want?"

The question makes your brow furrow and you can hear Joey scoff behind you.

"Yeah, you can- you can fuckin' try." You can practically hear the way he waves his hand like he's dismissing it. It's a moment before you look back at Lip's eyes. He's already looking at you, blue eyes darting around your face like he's assessing you. You tilt your head at him, moving just enough he knows you're confused. Lip gives you a quick smile before he's kissing you again, hands moving to your hips to press you up against the door.

Lip is eager to get your pants off, making quick work of the button and zipper before he's tugging them down your legs. He helps slip them over your feet, throwing them to the side before he gets further settled on his knees. Your brow furrows softly, glancing at Joey across the room. He looks just as confused as he watches Lip pull your hips closer to his face, nosing at your underwear gently. Neither one of you expected to find a giver.

The feeling of Lip's tongue over your clothed clit makes you inhale sharply, eyes rolling as he traces down to prod at your entrance. You can't help but groan softly, stomach turning at the hand Lip places over your mound, brushing his thumb over your clit. He continues to prod at your slit through the fabric, lapping softly at the cotton. The feeling of his teeth against your underwear makes you shudder, rocking up into his mouth.

Lip uses this as an excuse to tug down your underwear, slipping it off one of your legs and pulling your leg over his shoulder. He's warm as he prods his tongue at your entrance. You moan softly, quickly cut off with a gasp as he slips the tips of his fingers past his tongue. Lip pushes up until the knuckles, curling his fingers against your walls in a way that makes you sigh.

Lip hikes your leg further over his shoulder, jostling you farther up the door as he holds onto your thigh tightly. The movement has you scrambling to find something to keep yourself steady, fingers digging for purchase against the door.

Your eyes catch Joey's, face flushing as he watches you. His eyes don't stray from your face, taking in every reaction you give. Your jaw drops and head falls back when Lip somehow licks deeper into you. His nose is pressed up against your clit, driving you insane as he thrusts his fingers in deep with his tongue.

Your hand finds purchase against his scalp, trying to push him closer. "Oh my fucking God.."

You can feel how Lip is kissing and licking at your core, like he's making out with your cunt. Joey was good with his mouth but this is something else.

Your leg around his shoulder pulls Lip closer. You should probably be more courteous to the way you're pushing Lip impossibly closer, but you can't find it in yourself to care. He doesn't seen to care either. Lip grunts softly as you push against the back of his head, licking around where his fingers stretch.

"Fuck- fuck-" You choke out, squeezing your eyes shut as your hips jerk, grinding into Lip's face as you feel your release wash over you. Your head feels fuzzy from it and the way Lip is licking around his fingers, curling them against your walls as you rock against his hand. You can't help but whine when he slips his fingers out, groaning as he licks up from your slit to your clit.

Lip parts from your cunt with a kiss to your clit. He trails kisses up your stomach, shoving your shirt up to find more skin. He nips softly at the skin until he can bite at your jaw. Lip trails kisses along your jaw until he captures your mouth, prying it open with his thumb to slip his tongue in.

The taste of your arousal makes you groan, tugging his hips closer to you.

"Y'gonna let me fuck you in front'a him?" Lip asks against your cheek, pressing his thigh up against your exposed cunt. The denim of his jeans is a stark difference from his mouth and fingers. You nod quickly but it's not good enough for him.

Lip pulls away to look at you, pupils blown wide. "Hmm? You gonna let me fuck you in front'a him?"

You nod again, eager to please. "Yes... Please.."

Lip gives you a small smile before he takes a few steps back, dragging you with him by your hips. He's quick to turn both of you so you're now the one walking backwards. He leads you until the backs of your legs hit the bed, pulling you into him. He brings a hand to your face to kiss you, guiding your mouth open with his thumb on your chin.

The kiss is messy and slow. Like he's trying to show off..

Not caring for it, you pull away from him and lay back against the bed. Lip tsks softly before grabbing at your hips to move you closer to the edge of the mattress.

"No, fuck you, I want to see as little of you as possible," Joey says when Lip tries to pull you further down the bed. Lip scoffs from where he stands in front of you, grip tightening on your hips at Joey's words. You sigh softly, leaning your head back into the mattress to look at Joey across the room.

You watch him for a few seconds before you look back at Lip, "Get undressed, I'll deal with him.."

You don't give Lip much choice, so he's backing up and working off his shirt before undoing his belt. You turn back to Joey, grinning at him from where you lay on your back.

"Joey," You sigh, reaching your hands out to grab for him. Joey's up in a moment, crossing the room to you and sliding his hands into yours.

"How do you want me?" You ask him with a grin. Joey huffs, trying not to roll his eyes at your request. You hum softly until he finally gets the hint, sliding his hands up your arms and lifting you up.

"Want you facin' me.." He says quietly, turning you to face the chair in the corner. You hum quietly, settling down where he's placed you.

"Y'sure?" You ask him innocently enough. "Y'don't wanna watch him... Y'know.. Put it in?"

Joey groans quietly at your words, grip on your upper arms tightening a little. You give him a small grin, watching as Joey composes himself after your words.

"Can't be sayin' shit like that.." He grumbles, setting your hands in your lap before bringing his hands to your face.

"You still okay with this?" Joey asks you softly, studying your face for any signs you want to back out. You smile softly and nod quickly, placing a quick kiss to the inside of his wrist to cement it. Joey hums softly before leaning down to give you kiss. He's slow to depart, tugging your lower lip into his mouth.

"Taste good.." Joey mutters after you pull away, running a thumb over your cheek. You chuckle softly, giving him another quick kiss that has him trailing after your lips.

"Gotta wait your turn.." You tell him, giving him one more kiss before you settle more comfortably on the mattress. Joey grumbles before he retreats back to his chair. He isn't too much of a fan of you turning your back to him. Less of a fan of how Lip kneels on the mattress and ducks down to kiss you deeply. You tease softly at his waistband, tugging at it and tracing your fingers over his v-line. 

"Mmm, gonna fill you up nice, huh?" Lip asks you, nipping at your jaw before pulling away. You look back at Joey, grinning at him while Lip shucks off his boxers.

"The fuck you are," Joey grumbles from his seat. He lifts his hips and pulls out his wallet, thumbing out the condom he keeps stored in there. It hits Lip in the chest when he tosses it at him, landing softly on the bed between you and Lip. You don't miss the tent forming in his pants, or the way Lip eyes his jeans when you turn back to him.

"Joey can be very territorial.." You mutter to Lip when he snatches up the condom from the bed. Lip mutters something under his breath as he tears the packaging, tossing the wrapper to the side in favor of rolling the rubber down his length.

"Turn around for me," Lip asks you, handling your hips when you turn over. He's gentle but firm as he manipulates your body, facing you towards Joey.

The feeling of his tip poking at your entrance makes you inhale sharply. You have to bite down on your lip as he pushes forward, stretching you in a way that makes your eyes roll. You have to duck your head down, stifling a whine as Lip sinks into the hilt. You absentmindedly rock back into him, rolling your hips into his as you adapt to the stretch.

Lip sets a mild pace before he slows to a stop making you whine. You can hear him scoff behind you before his hands are on your ass, pushing your hips forward to see where he sinks into you before pulling them back against his own hips.

"You can fuck yourself on my cock, can't ya?" He asks, and you can hear the condescension in his voice. You whimper, looking up at Joey for some sort of support but his face gives nothing away. It makes you whine again before rocking your hips forward and rolling backwards. A groan falls from your lips as you feel the head of his cock brush that spongy spot along your walls, rolling your hips slower to hit it again.

You rest your forehead against your arms, continuing to roll your hips the same way until you can't think outside of the small circles of your hips.

"Fuck- shit-" You choke, hips stilling back against Lip's. When you stop, Lip starts again, slowly fucking you through your orgasm.

You have to bury your face in the sheets as Lip fucks into you. The feeling makes you squeal softly, rocking your hips back into his movements. None of your words come together coherently as he thrusts into you, focusing on how he stretches you open.

Lip brings one of his hands to your face, leaning his weight on his other one. The hand on your face squishes your cheeks together, lips puckering as he lifts you up. Lip huffs when he sees your face, gaze flicking quickly to Joey, "They get this brainless when you fuck 'em?"

And you want to feel bad. You want to find it in yourself to feel bad.

But Joey knows as well as you do that it takes Joey longer to get you like this. You're almost two orgasms deep and Lip has your head cleared. You can't form a single thought outside of how good he's fucking you. Walls clenching around his length as him rocks his hips into you.

Lip sets you back down when all Joey does is clench his jaw. There's a hand in the middle of your shoulders that slowly slips to the back of your neck. You whine softly as Lip uses his hand placement to get a better angle. He uses his free hand to guide your hips back into him, rough handling you in a way that makes you moan quietly.

"Careful, asshole," Joey mutters.

"Fuck you," Lip says softly.

Lip is good at keeping you on edge. Giving you just enough pleasure to tease you with an orgasm before pulling out or stopping. He does this so many times you can't count them anymore. At a certain point Lip gives you a shallow thrust punctuated with a grind up against your walls that makes you choke and bury your face in the the mattress.

"Joey.." You whine, half-muffled by the comforter. Your heart feels like it's going to beat out of your chest, you know Joey's not the one fucking you. You fist the sheets in your hands, rolling your hips back. "Joey, Joey.."

Lip scoffs behind you, rolling his hips into you. He slips his arm around your middle, bringing his had to your shoulder and lifting you up. Lip brings you to lean back against his chest, letting him manipulate you as he pleased.

"Not Joey, baby.. Give it another go.." He mutters roughly, punctuating his request with a sharp thrust. You give him a muddled whine, leaning your head back against his shoulder. Lip rolls his eyes, bringing his hand from your shoulder to your face. He turns your head to look at him, tapping your cheek until you open your eyes.

"Tell him who's making you feel this good, baby.. Cause it's not him," Lip glances at Joey across the room as he says it.

"Fuck you," Joey bites out and Lip snickers.

"Come on, baby. You gonna tell him?" He asks.

"You.. You are.." You whine out, heart dropping when Lip rolls his eyes.

"Don't need t'tell me," Lip scoffs before turning your face towards Joey. "Tell him."

You're all but blinking back tears, watching as Joey clenches his jaw as he watches you. You can't help as your lower lip juts out, "Feels so good, Joey.."

"I know, sweetheart," Joey's eyes soften. It's not his fault he happened to pick the bartender that knew how to fuck. "You're doin' so good, though.."

Joey's gaze flickers to Lip briefly when he rolls his eyes. He holds your jaw tightly, bringing his face close to yours.

"Now tell him who's fuckin' you this good.." He grunts, rocking his hips into you.

You whine softly, trying to roll your own hips in time with his. Lip's palm cradles your neck gently and it's driving you insane, on top of everything else he's doing. You groan softly as he thrusts up into you, bringing one of your hands to grab onto his thigh.

"Joey.." You gasp softly, rolling your hips in a way that you hope will entice Lip back into fucking you. You feel like a child, whining because they're not getting what they want.

Lip stays still while you squirm in his hold, wiggling your hips a little. You can't bite back the groan you let out, opening your eyes to find Joey. The moment you spot him, you're pouting.

"Joey, he won't move," you whine. You roll your hips as if to prove your point to him.

Joey huffs softly, biting back a smile. "Tell 'im that, baby. 'M not the one fuckin' ya, y'gotta use your words."

You can hear Lip 'tsk' behind you, can practically see how he rolls his eyes and you're whining again. "Please move, Lip, please, please, please.."

You're wiggling your hips forward again, trying to persuade him further. He huffs through his nose at your movements, in seemingly no rush to listen to your pleading.

That's when the pouting gets really bad. You sigh pathetically, feeling tears start to well. Lip watches how you roll your hips forward, trying to coax some sort of stimulation out of him.

"Joeeyyy-" You choke out, blinking back tears as you look at him. "Y'gonna let 'im tease me like this?"

Quinn has to keep himself from jumping out of the chair, covering his mouth with his hand. Your sniffling is one of the only sounds in the room as Joey holds on tight to the armrest.

"Move, or I'm gonna fuck 'em," Joey says, making eye contact with Lip. He can see that glint in his eyes, like he wants to challenge if Quinn will actually do it. But there's something else eating away at the inside of Lip, something that wants to challenge Joey deeper.

You can't help but cry out when Lip lifts you off his dick, laying you back on the mattress. You whine loudly, prepared to cry to Joey before Lip is pushing the tip back into you. Lip pressing up against that spongy spot is enough to satiate you while he reaches behind himself for a pillow. You watch passively as he brings it round and lifts your lower back off the bed and slipping the pillow under you. The new angle makes you groan softly, rocking your hips up to change the stimulation.

Lip perks up at the noise that leaves your mouth at a particular thrust. His lips quirk up as he repeats the motion, setting a steady roll of his hips. You choke on the whine that escapes you, leg jerking up gently.

"Yeah? Right there?" Lip's voice is taunting as he continues his shallow thrusts. All you can do is nod, whining loudly as he grinds his tip up against your walls.

You're reaching for Joey before you can think, left hand slipping off of Lip's arm and over your head. And Joey's up in a second. Joey is out of the chair almost the moment you started to reach for him. He slips his hand into yours and up your arm, gripping your elbow gently. His other hand comes to your face, tracing over your features softly.

Lip's hands tuck under your knees, pushing your legs to your chest as he thrusts into you at a steady pace.

You keen and squeal loudly when the band in your stomach breaks, hips jerking upwards. A groan tears from your throat as you lurch forward, pressing your forehead against Joey's while your eyes flutter shut.

"Shit.." Joey whispers while you whine, walls clenching around Lip's dick when he pushes back into you. You can hear Lip huff softly from above you, but you miss the glance he gives Joey.

"Didn't tell me they were easy t'squirt.." Lip grunts, punctuating that with a firm roll of his hips.

"I didn't know they could..." Joey's voice sounds amazed next to you. The meaning of Lip's words settles on you when you lay back down. You can't help but inhale sharply, opening your eyes to find Joey. He must see it on your face because he's smothering your face with kisses.

"No, 's okay, baby. Jesus fucking Christ, sweetheart, so fuckin' good.." He mutters into your skin. You exhale heavily, leaning into his affections and melting further into the mattress while Lip rocks into you slowly. Joey places one last kiss to your cheek before pulling away to take you in. Your eyelids feel heavy as Lip buries his face in your neck. You hum shortly as the rocking of his hips picks up it's pace while he kisses up your neck and nips at your jaw.

Lip’s mouth is right next to your ear as he holds you close, rocking his hips up into you rhythmically. His voice is low when he speaks up, making you glance at Joey quickly.

"You been keepin' that a secret from him? Hm? Do that jus' f'me?" Lip mutters quietly before placing a quick kiss to your neck, his words making your head fuzzy. After that, Lip picks up his pace. Thrusting up into you with deeper strokes and more erratic timing. He nudges nicely deep inside you and you know when Lip comes by the way his hips stutter before giving one last rough thrust. The feeling of his release trapped in the condom adds an extra warmth that makes your jaw drop, turning to look at Joey while you come back together. Joey places soft kisses over your face as you breathe slowly, trying to string your thoughts together outside of just Joey. Lip places soft bites to your chest and shoulder, rolling his hips a few times before rocking to a standstill. He sighs heavily before he pulls away from and out of you. You whine at the loss, shaking your head slightly. Lip huffs softly at you as he tugs off the condom, tying it off and grabbing his boxers off the bed.

Joey gets up once Lip has his boxers on, getting up and collecting his own things while Joey unbuttons his shirt. The two of them side eye one another while you push yourself over, catching your breath as you stare at the ceiling.

Once Lip is dressed, he crosses to the side of the bed. He brings a hand to your cheek and places a soft kiss to your forehead.

"See ya later, sweetheart," Lip mutters. You hum quietly, raising your hand goodbye as he leaves. The door opens and shuts, leaving you and Joey alone again.

Joey's in just his white tank top when he sits on the bed next to you. His hand is gentle as he brings it to your face, caressing you jaw gently.

"You doin' okay in there?" He asks you softly, eyes darting around your face. It takes you a moment before you nod, turning to press a soft kiss to his palm.

"Very okay," You whisper, watching his face. Joey nods, biting softly at the inside of his cheek. You bring the hand closest to him and set it on his thigh, tapping it gently.

"Thank you... I know you didn't like the idea," You tell him, watching as he thinks. Joey shrugs and leans down to give you a soft kiss.

"Just don't get any ideas about leavin' me.." He mutters. You huff at him, giving him a much firmer kiss than he did.

"Wouldn't dream of it.." You tell him after he pulls away. He hums, turning your head so he can place soft kisses to your jaw. You can't help but whine when he bites softly at your neck, feeling the familiar warmth stir in your stomach.

"Joey," you sigh, catching a glance at the very obvious tent pressing out of his unzipped jeans.

"Just need ya t'give me one more.." Joey tells you softly, brushing his thumb over your cheek. "You can do that for me, right?"

You're nodding before he even finishes his sentence, opening your legs wider for him to climb between.

"Y'did so good," he sighs as he settles between your legs, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Let me take care of you now.."

"Hey," Joey flags down the bartender that looks most like him. He skims the name on his tag quickly and huffs at it. "'Lip.'"

"You got'a problem with that?" He raises his brow like it's a challenge.

"No," Joey huffs again, straightening up as he prepares himself. "Got a favor to ask ya."

"What is it?" Lip side eyes him, taking a rag from the counter and wiping down a glass. Joey sighs heavily, leaning against the counter and looks down at his hands.

"So... So my partners got this fire under their ass about maybe bringing someone into the bedroom," Joey starts. Lip furrows his brow, looking up from his glass. "I don't think it's a good idea. And I want to prove 'em right."

Lip huffs quietly and Joey wants to throw a fucking peanut at him. He doesn't. But he wants to.

"So," Joey starts again. "The favor is, you flirt with 'em. I make a fuss and we invite you in. You prove I'm right."

"You want me to fuck your partner?" Lip furrows his brow, looking at Joey like hes got two heads. Joey clenches his jaw, swallows his pride, and nods. He watches Lip as he processes this information, nodding absentmindedly.

"This like uh.. Like a trick question? You gonna come back and kick my ass if I flirt with 'em?" He questions. What a bizarre fucking request. He doesn't get paid enough for this.

"Why would I kick your ass? Literally asking you right now, I didn't say anything about kicking your ass." Now Joey's confused.

"You're asking me to fuck your significant other, sorry if I'm a little skeptical." Lip jabs, resting his palms against the counter.

"Both clean so that's not an issue. Unless you.. You clean?" Joey leans forward like it's a secret.

"I'm clean, asshole," Lip huffs. Joey rolls his eyes, how is he supposed to know if some stranger he just met was clean.

"Let me think about it." Lip says, setting down his rag. "Let y'know when you come back in."

Joey wants to groan, throw a fit, roll his eyes. But hes just asked a stranger to fuck is significant other with no prior background so he can't blame him. So, he instead pushes away from the bar, rapping his knuckles against the surface.

"Yeah, you let me know.."

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acotar x reader: one day at a time

Tw for death: 

Reader loses somebody and their friends are there to pick up the pieces. A lil sprinkle sprinkle of az x reader bc that's MY BABYYYY

Lotsssssss of acts of service within the group. 

Also bc im a petty asshole i included a snippet of one of my racist aunts who said some wild shit to me at MY SISTERS FUNERAL and just basically dissing her. (literally why would you stare at my poc best friend who's just trying to support me. This bitch stared at MY GIRL?? MY BESTIE???? NUH UH NOT ON MY WATCH BITCH). 

Said best friend was just like “she’s never seen a brown person before marie it's fine.” 

NO ITS NOT. IDC IF THIS IS MY SISTERS FUNERAL WE’LL MAKE IT A DOUBLE FUNERAL. 

I'm petty. 

soooo this is born out of grief for my sister. My sister passed away on 03/11/21 and this is very much catered to my grief and these are my comfort characters so naturally i'm gonna write about them when it comes to helping their loved one grieve. 

and yeah this is gonna be based around the reader's sister dying. what can i say. I'm on brand. 

also reader is feyres childhood friend that got turned into a fae with nesta and elain. i feel like that’s just the staple with my fics. 

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When you got notified of your sister's death, it was actually a pretty good day up until that point. Sunny day with clouds, a wonderful brunch date with Mor, adorable children at the studio with Feyre. Afterwards, the two of you began walking back to Feyre’s, content on playing with Nyx for the evening before retiring to your own home. When you walked up, Feyre looked at you and told you about how the Inner Circle were having a meeting inside the office. So you two quickly joined them. 

When you walked in, Rhysand held out a letter, “this was a letter delivered to you.” 

You made a face and grabbed it, “okay, so why are you all staring at me like that?” 

“This person walked into the Spring Court and dropped it on Tamlins doorstep.” Cassian said. “They dropped it in the middle of night, just when he wasn’t prowling like a creep.” 

“What the fuck?” You asked as you analyzed it. 

No name but yours and a pisspoor address. 

Lady Y/N L/N

Night Court

“We didn’t know if it was a…” Azriel trailed off, realizing how silly what he was about to say was. “Hence, why all of us are here.”

“We’re also just nosey.” Mor shrugged, her nose wrinkling. 

You snorted, and tore into it, “you could’ve opened it.” 

“It’s your mail. We may be protective bastards but you still have a right to privacy.” Rhysand drawled. 

Feyre stood next to you as you pulled out the paper, your eyes tracing over it. 

“It’s from my dad.” You said recognizing his handwriting. 

Then, it all went to shit. 

Your big sister was dead, the woman you fought with a lot of the time but yet would take a beating for. Your big sister who helped guide you through life, who would always be there even if she was pissed off at you for some inane reason.

Gone.

You just froze, not knowing what to do. You’re pretty sure Az asked you a question, then Cass, then Rhys. Then you felt Feyre’s hand on your shoulder. 

I need to leave. 

I need to go before I hurt someone. 

You just wordlessly handed the letter to her and winnowed away. 

You didn’t go to your apartment, you didn’t go to the townehouse, you didn’t go anywhere they would find you. 

You went to the middle of the forest. You just picked a random point to lose it.

And you did. 

You didn’t remember much of causing the damage. Only that you managed to stop when Azriel’s arms wrapped around you. You just kept screaming. “I know, I know. It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here.” He said, his lips against your hair. 

His shadows wrapped around your hands, cool wind kissing away the raging inferno of your cuts. You collapsed, taking Azriel to the ground. 

He just held you as you sobbed. You felt his own tears hit your neck. He usually did a better job masking his emotions, but it was you crying, you who he had a deeper bond with. So he let his emotions run free.

“Y/N!” Feyre called into your mind. Your shields were down and you didn’t even notice.

“Az has me, i’m sorry I-” 

“Don’t apologize. I would’ve done worse if I found out…” Her voice trailed off. 

“I’m sorry I ran off.” 

“Do not apologize.” She said sternly, “After you and Az are done come back to the River House. You can sleep at our house tonight. Guest bed is currently being made up.” 

She left your mind before you could respond. You breathed in the smell of Az. 

Azriel brought you back to Feyre and Rhysand’s home. Rhys had trouble with touch, but never with you. He brought you into his arms instantly. You tried not to let the tears surface again, but it was quite hard when a brotherly kiss was pressed against your head. 

“We got you, Y/N.” He whispered against the crown of your head.

Nuala and Cerridwen made you your favorite food. Which prompted you to start crying again. The twins looked so panicked that it almost made you laugh. Elain made your favorite cookies, which again kept the tears going.

“I don’t know why I’m crying over this.” You said helplessly, you managed to laugh during that. 

Feyre and Elain hugged you from both sides. 

You retired to the guest bedroom, you found a pile of fluffy blankets and your favorite candy. As well as a bouquet of your favorite flowers with Mor’s handwriting scrawled on the note. Amren left you a bottle of your favorite wine too. 

Eventually, after some more tears, there was a knock at your door. You called out for them to come in but saw Nyx. 

The little guy was walking even more, speaking full sentences. It’s insane to you that he grew so fast but it has been 5 years since he was born. 

“Go on like we practiced.” You heard Feyre encourage from behind the door frame. 

“Hi, Auntie.” The little guy mumbled. Holding a glass of water. “I have something for you.” 

“Yeah buddy?” You smiled despite the shitty day. Your nephew made everything better. 

Rhysand walked in behind him, as did Feyre. Rhysand lifted him up onto the bed while Feyre handed you a cup of hot chocolate. 

You were just glad Nyx wasn’t holding the hot drink. 

“Here’s some wata.” He said, his small hands handing you the glass. 

“Oh thank you.” You said earnestly and took a sip. You set it on the table. Then you laid back down and faced him. “Just what I needed.” You were genuine. 

“Auntie, are you sad?” Both Feyre and Rhys froze at their sons question. Clearly, he was going off script. 

You sniffed, “yeah, Nyxie. I’m really sad.” 

“I love you.” His eyes were so big, so genuine. You were going to cry for a whole new reason. 

“I love you more.” 

“Nuh uh.” He said, as a typical toddler wanting to argue no matter what. 

You huffed a laugh and opened your arms. “Come here.” 

He crawled into your arms with no hesitation. You were careful of his little baby wings as you held him close to you. 

You loved this kid. 

Feyre settled in behind you on the bed, Rhysand joined on the other side with his son. 

They held you as you drifted off into a dreamless sleep, hoping to see your sister one last time. 

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When it came to planning the funeral, you had to go out to your family’s cottage to help. You said you could go alone, but frankly, good luck telling Nesta and the Valkyries to stay behind when one of their own is in pain. 

So when you saddled up to your family with three warriors behind you, they were scared a bit to say the least. 

Emerie held your hand during the funeral discussion as Nesta watched the director to make sure she wasn’t insensitive to you. Gwyn stood guard behind you. They were protectors, they were not gonna leave one of their girls to deal with this alone.

Eventually, the funeral was planned. The rest of your chosen family came out and surprised you. You sent a notice to them of when the funeral was and told them they didn’t need to come because you knew how busy they were. 

When they showed up on your family’s doorstep to surprise you, you started crying again. 

——-

The day of the funeral, it was the entire inner circle crammed into the living room of the cottage of your mortal family’s living space.  

You felt bad cramming two males with wings into that small space, especially with so many other people. But Cassian and Azriel assured you that there’s nowhere else they would be. 

You slept sharing a flimsy mattress with Elain, since the other two sisters were with their mates. But Feyre and Rhys slept close. So did Nesta and Cassian. Both women facing your general direction. 

Azriel did not sleep. He wanted to be there in case you woke up in tears again. 

Amren slept sitting up against a wall, she wouldn’t admit it but she wanted an eye on you. She only trusted hers. 

Mor was curled on the other side of you. You were sandwiched between her and Elain. 

Emerie and Gwyn slept down by your guys’ legs. Emerie’s head on Mor’s thigh. Gwyn hugging Elain legs in her sleep. 

Azriel chose not to mention what happened when your dad came downstairs in the middle of the night to check on you. 

It was as if he wasn’t sure if you’d really be there. He just lost one daughter, he didn’t want to lose another. 

He nodded at Azriel who nodded back. Assuring him that you weren’t going anywhere. That you always had people watching out for you.  

As everyone got ready, it was a somber moment. Elain did your hair, Mor did your makeup, Amren set out your jewelry and Feyre handled your clothes. They didn’t want you doing anything. 

Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie let your nephew and niece play with their swords. It was the one thing they seemed interested in so they let them do it. 

Rhysand was currently trying to get your dad to accept a check from him and Feyre to pay for everything plus anything else your parents need during this time. Your father was refusing. Rhys spoke bluntly. “Your daughter is my family, please let me take care of her family.” 

Your dad didn’t. But Rhys hid the check in your dads night table. He felt yucky going into their room but did it to make sure they got the check. 

On the way to the funeral, Azriel had offered his arm for you to take, which you gratefully did. Rhysand got the door for you. Az led you in. The overprotective bat boys acted like your body guards, which you appreciated, however you couldn’t help but giggle a little bit at it. 

Nesta told you before the funeral to let her know if you wanted her to intervene to keep some relatives away. 

One of your (racist) aunts kept telling you how you’re responsible for your sister's kids. Then when she saw Azriel, Cassian, Rhysand, Amren and Emerie, she just stared. Before you could intervene, Elain and Gwyn stood in front of them. 

You almost wacked her so hard it was going to be a double funeral. You had prepared them before that some relatives were racist. They didn’t give a rat's ass. 

Oh and then everyone in your party including you were Fae. That also did not help. 

Hence why you lived in Velaris, away from all the bigotry.

During the service, Feyre sat on one side of you, Amren on the other side. Feyre clutched your hand and Amren even held out her hand for you. She always had a soft spot for you. Mor’s makeup didn’t last long throughout the service which is why she did bare minimum on your face. 

Afterwards, you left pretty soon after the service was done. You just had to leave the building. You guys went to a pub in your funeral attire. Azriel sat next to you and Nesta on the other side. Rhys refused to let you pay. But you knew he was trying to get you riled up. It was working. 

He was incredibly happy to see the fire return to your eyes. 

At that moment, with your family, you knew you were going to be okay. 

Just have to take every day one step at a time.

[justthatwwegirl]

"She's My Wife, You Idiot!"

(Grayson Waller x Female Reader.)

(This has been on my mind for a while now, AND I CANT GET ENOUGH OF THIS MAN!)

Summary: You and Grayson have been married for over a year now and have kept it a secret. But after taking a terrible bump in the ring, Grayson can't help but come out to check if you're okay, and after Grayson said something to the ref, people find out your relationship.

(Warnings: Some cursing, fluff, a tiny bit of angst, secret relationship, injury, shitty summary and ending, cringe writing.)

Y/N had came to the arena with Grayson but eventually separated from him to go to one of her friends, Naomi, while Grayson went off to Theory.

"Hey boo!" Naomi said with her positive attitude, giving Y/N a hug in which Y/N returned.

Y/N gave Naomi a smile, talking about her upcoming match against Tiffany while the two walked to catering.

They grabbed their plates and sat down, talking even more.

"Yeah, I got to talk to Tiffany soon about the match, hopefully nothing goes wrong. She's a pretty good wrestler though, so I'm sure it will go as planned." Y/N said and Naomi nodded her head but it seemed like she was more focused on something else.

"Don't freak out, but it looks like Grayson is staring at you again with those stupid heart eyes." Naomi whispered and then Y/N turned around to her one and only husband staring at her.

"What a creep." Naomi said and rolled her eyes before pulling Y/N's gaze away from Grayson.

"He's probably staring at something else that happens to be in our direction." Y/N says, excusing it off.

Naomi looked at her and shook her head, taking another bite out of her food.

While the two went back to talking, Grayson had told Austin that he had to go back to his lockerroom and grab something, leaving catering.

Grayson had given Y/N a look that she immediately recognized.

After a Grayson was gone for a little bit, Y/N had made her excuse.

"Um, I'm going to go use the restroom, get my makeup and hair done, then chat with Tiffany about our match. I'll see you later Trin." Y/N said with a smile and Naomi nodded her head before hugging her goodbye.

"See you after the show boo!" Naomi said in her cheerful tone.

Y/N waved her bye before walking toward a secluded place.

She looked around and just before she turned around, someone had picked her up.

Y/N elbowed the person in their stomach but then heard a familiar groan.

"Grayson! I am so so sorry!" Y/N immediately apologized but Grayson waved it off.

"It's fine." He said clutching his stomach. "But damn can you elbow somebody." He said and Y/N cracked a smile which made Grayson smile.

Grayson gave Y/N a kiss, which then eventually turned into a makeout session.

"Grayson- Gray. I have to... go to hair and makeup, and your... lips are gonna be full of my lipgloss." Y/N had said in-between kisses.

"One more..." Grayson whined when she pulled away from the kiss.

Y/N sighed. "Your lucky I love you." She said before giving Grayson one last, long, and passionate kiss before she had to go.

"I'm very lucky, especially since your my wife." Grayson said in his Australian accent that always made Y/N weak.

They gave each other a hug, Grayson kissing Y/N on her head before she had to leave.

"I'll see you after your match." Grayson said as his match was later on than hers.

"Alright, I look forward to seeing my amazing husband." Y/N said which gave Grayson the biggest smile on his face.

"I love you." He said as she was leaving. "I love you more!" Y/N had to shout a bit but blew a kiss to Grayson, in which he caught it and put his hand over his lips.

She rolled her eyes before going to hair and makeup.

Grayson had returned to Austin and Austin just looked at Grayson weird.

"What mate?" Grayson asked Austin.

"What did you have to grab that you had to to take so long, and where is it?" Austin asked, looking Grayson up and down.

"It wasn't in my lockerroom and I had to use the restroom!" Grayson defended himself.

Austin sighed and turned away. While he did that, Grayson quickly wiped Y/N's lipgloss off of his lips.

-

"Alright, our match is next." Tiffany said as the two walked to gorilla.

"We got this Tiff." Y/N said, giving Tiffany a hug before their match in which Tiffany returned.

"I know girly, confidence is key." The barbie had said as my music had hit.

Y/N walked out to the ramp, the crowd cheering her on while the ring announcer introduced her.

She was a baby face, and the crowd loved her. Y/N was a like sunshine.

Grayson was a heel. The crowd always booed him and Austin.

They weren't that different, but even if people found out about their relationship, they would wonder how the hell the two even ended up together.

-

"And Y/N is on the ground! No! Please don't end like this!" Wade Barret screamed into his headset.

"Oh please! It's Tiffy Time!" Corey Graves said as they watched the match between the ladies.

Tiffany was positioned at the top rope, ready to give Y/N her finisher.

But just has she did, Tiffany landed a little awkwardly. But this didn't hurt Tiffany much, instead it hurt Y/N a whole lot.

Y/N had already hurt her leg during the match but it wasn't like this.

Her ribcage was throbbing in pain while Tiffany stood up and had her hand raised up high.

The ref had went over to check up on Y/N and after he realized what had happened, he called over the medics.

Grayson was backstage with Austin right by him. Austin was talking about something while Grayson was watching the match.

"Really focused on that match huh?" Austin said out of no where as he realized that Grayson was paying him 0 attention.

"Dude, it's so obvious you like her." Austin said, snapping Grayson into reality.

"Shit. It's that obvious?" Grayson asked, playing along.

"Yes!" Austin said, looking at Grayson with a shocked look.

"You always stare at her when she's in catering, you shamelessly and badly flirt with her so much that it makes my ears hurt and to the point where her friends think you're a creep." Austin says in a sorta rant.

"Her friends think I'm a creep?" Grayson asks Austin and Austin nods his head.

"Yes, Naomi always catches you staring at her, Tiffany has to endure you shamelessly flirting with her and by the looks of it, it makes her wanna throw up, and then Bayley and all of damage control look at you weird when you do all of those things." Austin says and Grayson stares at him with shock.

"And then! You are always talking about her. All I hear every day is, Y/N this, Y/N that. You are OBSESSED! Even Kevin has to hear it before we have a match." Austin said while staring at Grayson, finally finished with his rant but then looked back at the TV then at Grayson.

"I don't care, after this match you gotta tell her. I'll buy you ice cream after." Austin says.

"What-" Grayson starts before looking back up at the TV.

There was his wife, the woman he loved so dearly, lying in the ring hurt and being taken care of by medics.

He didn't give a damn in the slightest if anyone tried stopping him in what he was about to do.

"Grayson!" Austin tried calling after him but he was already gone.

-

"Well, it seems like Y/N has been seriously hurt..." Corey starts off before being interrupted by the random crowd pop.

"What in the hell is Grayson Waller doing running out to the ring?!" Wade Barret shouts again into his headset.

Y/N clutched her ribs as she heard the crowd and looked up to see Grayson and the ref holding him back.

"Why won't you let me help her?!" Grayson shouted at the ref while the ref held him back.

"What is going on?!" Wade Barrett and Corey said at the same time.

"Are you serious?" Grayson said as the ref wouldn't let him help Y/N.

But the words that would leave Grayson's mouth made the crowd start gasping and then cheering.

"She's my wife, you idiot!" Grayson shouted as loud as possible and the ref looked stunned as nobody knew about their relationship.

Grayson help up his hand with his ring finger, the wedding ring shining bright. He held it up to the crowd to prove that he was indeed Y/N's husband and that she was his wife.

Wade and Corey looked at each other confused.

"Marriage?!" Corey shouted.

"Y/N is married to HIM?!" Wade said.

The ref had finally let Grayson help her and as soon as he did, Grayson was already at Y/N's side.

"I'm here baby, I'm here." Grayson said in his Australian accent.

Y/N immediately reached to him and pulled him into a hug. She winced when she tried to get up, almost falling down but Grayson had caught her.

Grayson had let out a nervous laugh which made Y/N smile as she heard it.

Grayson had kissed her head while they walked down the ramp with the medical staff still checking up on her.

The both of them were hearing random shit from the crowd.

"YOU TWO ARE MARRIED?!"

"I DID NOT EXPECT THIS!"

"HOW THE HELL DID YOU TWO EVEN GET TOGETHER?!"

And a lot of other things. But they didn't care.

Grayson noticed Y/N struggling and swept her off her feet, carrying her bridal style.

The crowd cheered once more, a few awes here and there.

-

"Well, there's nothing majorly wrong with her your leg but you have sprained your ribcage." The doctor informed the couple.

"How long will I be out?" Y/N had asked, gripping onto Grayson's hand tighter that she previously was.

Grayson noticed her anxiety and slowly rubbed her hand, trying to make her feel better. In which he did.

"A good 6 weeks." Y/N had looked at the doctor dumbfounded but ultimately accepted the news.

Once the doctor left to give Y/N some space, tears were forming in her eyes.

Grayson and noticed and pulled his wife into a hug.

"6 weeks?" Y/N said softly as she held onto Grayson.

Grayson looked at her face and he could have broke down right then and there from seeing his wife like this.

"It's going to be okay." Was all he said though.

"It's 6 weeks of me not being here!" Y/N shouted with a cry.

"I don't even... and it's just my fucking fault, and I hate it so much. If I had maybe agreed to Tiffany doing her other finisher instead of her moonsault, maybe I-" Y/N's rant was interrupted by Grayson kissing her.

After a little while, Grayson pulled away, leaving her to want more.

Y/N turned away but Grayson made her look at him.

He wiped away her tears and held her face in his hands.

"It isn't your fault." He said quietly.

"Everything will be okay. You will be back in action in no time." Grayson reassured Y/N.

"I can't stand to see my beautiful wife cry." Grayson said his damn Australian accent that Y/N had always loved.

Y/N looked down as she blushed but looked back at Grayson, leaning in for another kiss.

But before they could, they were very rudely interrupted by someone barging in the room.

Or should I say people.

"Wife?!" Austin shouted. Grayson smiled at Austin's shock and confusion.

Naomi and Bayley came in, standing next to him.

"You are MARRIED, to HIM?!" Naomi said loudly and looked at Grayson and Y/N.

Bayley shook her head and whispered something.

The rest of damage control came into the room and Asuka started laughing making everyone look at her.

"Sorry-" She said in Japanese.

"I did not expect you two to be together, despite the awful flirting." Dakota says, Bayley nodding her head.

Then that's when Tiffany and Kevin came in.

"I am so so sorry!" Tiffany said running up to Y/N and giving her a big hug. It genuinely sounded like Tiffany was about to cry.

"I just came in here to check up on you but out of everybody to be dating, this guy?" Kevin said, pointing to Grayson.

Grayson scoffed and rolled his eyes at Kevin.

"I brought you your favorite snacks too." Tiffany said, giving Y/N chips.

"Tiff, I'm fine, really. But thank you for all of this." Y/N said giving Tiffany another hug.

"And you to being announced as a couple, especially a MARRIED couple, was not on my bingo card." Tiffany said pulling away from the hug.

"I mean..." Grayson said, and the couple both showed their hands with their wedding rings.

"It's really hard to miss this." Grayson said.

"Yeah, especially when you've had it for over a year." Y/N said.

"Over a year?!" Everyone in the room said in unison.

Grayson and Y/N looked at each other before laughing. Y/N then lied down on Grayson's thigh while everyone became even more confused.

"Yes, we have been together since our nxt days." Grayson explained.

"Wait..." Bayley and Austin said together.

"How long have you guys been together, not married but together?" They both asked.

Grayson and Y/N looked at eachother again.

"4 years and a few month. Our anniversary was just in December." The couple said.

"4 years?!" Kevin yelled first and then the whole room started chattering.

Grayson laughed and looked down at his wife to see her staring back up at him.

"Secret's out." She whispered and Grayson nodded.

Y/N sat up and looked at Grayson again with a smile.

"What?" He asked.

"You're perfect." She whispered and now it was time for Grayson to blush.

"I still don't know how I'm this lucky to be with you." Y/N said while going in for another kiss that Grayson gladly accepted.

"I'm even more lucky for you to be my wife." Grayson said as he continued to kiss Y/N.

"Alright lovebirds, I'm getting sick." Dakota said and Austin gagged.

The couple rolled their eyes at their actions but shooed everyone out of the room.

Y/N was actually happy that their relationship was now out. She didn't mind everyone being shocked about them being a couple, in fact it made her laugh so many times.

She could finally hang out with Grayson and everyone would stop thinking Grayson was a creep.

Overall it was amazing.

-

"Babe, come back to bed." Grayson said in a drowsy voice due to him being tired.

"I have to take the medicine the doctor prescribed me." Y/N explained as she took it.

Grayson groaned but eventually Y/N came back to their shared bed.

Grayson held her, peppering her should and neck with kisses while Y/N tried to sleep.

"You I love you, right?" Grayson had asked and Y/N smiled.

"And you know I love you even more, right?" Y/N had asked.

Grayson shook his head. "Not possible." He said before continuing to hold his lovely wife.

"But it is." She whispered, making Grayson look at her with literal heart eyes.

Grayson hid his face in Y/N's neck so she couldn't see him blushing but slowly after a while, the couple drifted into a deep slumber.

The End. ♡

[batneko]

A couple people suggested an Arranged Marriage AU when I was asking for bowuigi ideas, but it took me this long to come up with a plot (sorry (not sorry) in advance if this one also gets really long).

Mario and Peach finally tied the knot, and Bowser is fine. Really. He doesn't care. He just doesn't feel like moving or leaving his room or eating anything but junk food. He's FINE.

And then one day a bunch of little pea people pop out of one of the caves and tell him they've got a prophecy that states their champion needs to marry the strongest ruler in the land in order to save the world at some unspecified future date. If he was a little less depressed Bowser would probably call bullshit, but right now he doesn't care enough to protest and the idea of marrying some random pea at least sounds better than being alone.

So he follows them into the caves and meets his "bride" (or groom? It's hard to tell under the giant veil) who seems startled to see him but doesn't say anything. Then Bowser has to go through a bunch of weird trials to prove he's the strongest, while the peas and their champion watch.

At least the champion is bigger than the rest of the pea people. That would have been awkward.

Bowser passes the trials easily and is shoved into a room with the champion to wait while the wedding is prepared. (Again, if he was thinking clearly Bowser would probably notice how much this screams "trap," but he isn't.) He does notice that the champion is staying as far away from him as physically possible in the small room, so Bowser tells them they've got nothing to fear from him.

"I'm not expecting anything. I won't make you DO anything. I just want somebody to stand by my side. If you can promise me that, there's just about nothing in the world I won't give you."

The champion calms down after that, and soon the wedding begins.

It's not a ceremony Bowser is familiar with, but he says yes in the right places, and the champion does too (is that voice a little familiar?) and at the end when Bowser lifts off the veil he sees a face that is pretty damn close to the last one he wanted to see right now.

Luigi is not entirely sure how he ended up in this position. He met the pea people some time ago and helped them with a small issue that had them granting him honorary membership into their community. He forgot about it after that until a group of them came and said they needed a champion, and asked him to attempt some trials. He wanted to refuse, but he's been feeling pretty lonely now that Mario is married. He could still drop in to visit, but it feels like intruding. And Mario hasn't been coming by very often at all.

So he did the trials and the pea people were overjoyed and he was starting to feel better until they said he needed to marry a king. Luigi DID refuse then, but the pea people showed him the prophecy carved into the cave walls, and he's been involved in enough destiny BS to not dismiss it out of hand. Maybe it won't be so bad?

Until he saw Bowser. Who... kind of looked like shit, actually. Even when doing more of those dumb trials (funny how they seem to be catered precisely to what Luigi and Bowser are both best at) Bowser looked like his heart wasn't in it. When Luigi heard that speech about just wanting someone to stand by his side, Luigi realized Bowser must be even more lonely than he is right now. HE actually DID lose someone he loved to that wedding.

So Luigi can't bring himself to tell the truth and break his heart. He goes through with the wedding and is already thinking about the logistics of moving in together when Bowser sees him and flips the fuck out.

Luckily(?) it turns out the wedding was, in fact, a trap, so when Bowser rips up the altar and throws it at a wall, it makes the pea people think he's onto them. The fight that ensues is enough that Bowser snaps back into something like his usual self, and Luigi is able to cover for how confused he is.

Luigi feels betrayed, Bowser feels humiliated, but at the moment they are very much united against the ones who used them.

Bowser starts picking guys up and threatening to eat them (he wouldn't, he hates vegetables), until somebody confesses that the prophecy is real... but the threat the champion and the king were supposed to defeat was the pea people themselves. They were planning to take over the world, and the wedding was supposed to be a distraction so they could eliminate them both at once.

Luigi leads Bowser to the carvings on the wall he'd seen before. Sure enough, there's one of what looks very much like the wedding ceremony they just had. The terrified pea person translates the inscription, which says the union will uproot all but the smallest peas.

"So you KNEW getting us together would ruin your plans, but you did it anyway? I'm starting to feel dumb for getting fooled by complete idiots."

There are still two problems. One: Bowser didn't make a secret of the fact he was leaving to get married, so when he goes back home he's going to have to explain why he's still... not. And two: the prophecy hasn't actually been fulfilled yet, there's still more pea people out there with megalomaniacal ambitions.

Luigi proposes a solution to both: why doesn't he just go with him? Stay by his side, just like he promised?

"You're crazy," Bowser says. "I know," Luigi says. "But think about how funny it will be to tell my brother." "...That will be funny."

It is.

Luigi settles in surprisingly easily. He gets his own room, a new wardrobe, and, once Bowser learns he likes to tinker, a workshop. The people don't mind him (a fair number don't seem to recognize him as Mario's brother, which hurts a little but saves trouble). He even gets along with Junior. Once he brings his dog over he's practically the kid's favorite person.

It's pretty much exactly what Bowser wanted. Luigi is devoted to his duties as "prince consort," always appearing next to Bowser in public and giving the illusion of a united front. If he actually argues with Bowser about a lot of his policy in private, nobody needs to know. Somehow, Bowser doesn't mind.

But it's torture, too, because Bowser has never HAD a real partner like this. Someone who supports him but can still disagree with him. There's a period of about a week where Bowser thinks this is working and will last and he can be happy.

Then they're talking about whether or not to have a traditional koopa wedding as well, and Luigi cracks a joke about how he sure hopes the pea people didn't have that rule where a marriage isn't real until you consummate it, because then they might actually have trouble when the prophecy kicks in.

And Bowser realizes he really really would like to consummate this marriage.

Shit.

[asksythe]

Hi! I was looking into some stuff and came across a post talking about WWX’s arrogance. It was about WWX’s character and how the fandom insists that his arrogance was one of his main flaws when that’s not true and so on. Then I saw some people saying that arrogance is not inherently bad in Chinese novels and that I might have to do with the way the novel was translated.

I was just wondering if you had some insight on this. Thanks!

On some level, it can be considered a translation issue. But the real reason why WWX's characters, as well as countless other details in MDZS specifically (and Chinese novels broadly speaking), tend to be misunderstood on such a massive scale is... cross-cultural value mismatch.

Consider this:

1/ There is a tendency in the international fanbase to judge WWX (and other characters) on a modern Western moral standard. I don't have to tell you how illogical this is. Imagine if you come into the world of Game of Thrones and start spouting 21st-century judgment. You are likely to become human shishkebabs in less than five minutes. Most people who watch Game of Thrones or read the book understand that's not something you do unless you are a moron or looking to start shit. But for some reason, this is not the case for the MDZS fandom (and many other Chinese media fandoms out there). I'm not sure why this is the case. It might be because of the cultural distance making people not really realize they are coming into an entirely different world, and then they forget to check their modern expectations at the door. Like how tourists become obnoxious when they come to a foreign country, expecting the foreign country to cater to their whims.

I've once seen someone made an addition on TV Tropes saying WWX is a mass murderer that never got punished for his crime. I... I don't know what to say to that really. My expectation is that the person who wrote that is someone under 30, never left America, and never served in the military. For somebody who has never had this kind of experience, no amount of words will explain to them that for major parts of the world and for the vast majority of mankind's history, you have to be able to kill to survive. In fact, for most of our history, killers are our heroes. War is a reality that we live in. The ones who survive are the ones who win wars, the really accomplished killers.

2/ MDZS was not written for an international audience. That is to say, it's written with the expectation that it doesn't have to explain its intricacies and tropes to its intended readers. Because its readers already know. MDZS is xianxia danmei. Danmei has only had about 2 decades of modern history. But xianxia as a genre has stretched back millennia. Its tropes are very set. Chinese (and Sinosphere) readers don't need an explanation because we grow up consuming this kind of stories.

We don't need to be told in plain words to know WWX's only crime is to be possession of the Yin Tiger Tally, and the Jin's scheme is the real reason behind his tragedy. Because it's such a standard trope in our culture that there are millennia-old proverbs about it.

匹夫无罪，怀璧其罪 - pǐ fū wú zuì，huái bì qí zuì. Lit. The commoner is innocent, but his possession of treasure is a sin.

We don't need to be told that it doesn't matter if WWX goes along with the cultivation world's ceaseless demands (keep Suibian with him, consult more with Jiang Cheng before he does things) to know that none of that matters. Because none of those are actual rules, just trivial bullshit made up and used to socially isolate WWX and manipulate the public opinion against him. WWX's true crime is that he is alone. He is an orphan. No one will stand up for him. And unlike his big mouth, he's a real softie. Because if he wasn't then all of them would be dead ten times over with the kind of martial power WWX possess. Only WWX's good heart holds him back from really using his ability. Therefore, you can spit on him, you can cut him, you can trample on him without fearing retaliations.

Nie Mingjue has no sword. Ain't nobody try to lip him about it. Yu Furen has no sword. She uses a whip. Ain't nobody lip her about it.

WWX's undead cultivation is also not really the problem. That kind of cultivation is vanilla as girl scout's cookies. It's only made out that way because it's a method of cultivation that is very easy to learn and does not require enormous resources (i.e. caste issue, not class, caste) to cultivate. Which means it's a method that can be practiced far and wide by poor commoners. Which means it's an infringement on the cultivator House's power and financial base. That's its real crime. Not all that justice bullshit.

For many international fans out there, MDZS is their introduction to danmei (and xianxia). So they come in not knowing these things. They don't see the caste issues, the tragedy, the difference of philosophies and choices between WWX and JC. Their conclusion is built on ignorance and misunderstanding.

It doesn't help that most know little to nothing about Chinese culture which is a high-context culture, the polar opposite of most Western cultures (low-context culture). Something that may seem small and insignificant for a Western reader base can be a really big deal for the Chinese reader base, because it's inbuilt in five thousand years of history and culture. Like why Jin Guangyao buried his mother's corpse in the Guanyin temple and why he needed to reclaim it and take it with him when he tried to flee to Japan.

So it's no surprise there is such a massive divide in fandom opinion.

[steviewashere]

We need to make Steve Harrington less like cardboard. I am going to ramble, please bear with me. Listen if you want.

He had weird jock habits before. Wakes up at the ass-crack of dawn, goes on a three mile jog, lifts weights in his bedroom. Eats his "normal" breakfast which is like crazy: like four eggs, six pieces of bacon, some raspberries, maybe carrots, a full glass of milk, black coffee, four pieces of toast. He's gotta keep his energy up, y'know. Goes to school with a huge fucking backpack, a gallon sized jug of water, he carries around all of his textbooks because it's like a mini workout for him. Sometimes in lulls of classes or between periods, you'll find him talking to his group of friends, but he's actively stretching/doing yoga—his friends don't even acknowledge it because it just always happens. He eats the exact same lunch everyday: rice, chicken, broccoli, a banana, and a milk from the school. (Dude would love milk. Trust.) He'll do like two more workouts in his day: once in gym, and then whatever sport practice he has (basketball in the winter, swim in the spring, maybe a bit of football/soccer and baseball right before summer hits).

His music taste isn't crazy eclectic, but it's still tasteful. He loves Queen, loves Bruce Springsteen, loves TOTO. He's into the radio hits rock (which is classic now), but his favorite song (so I've heard in relation to the show) is "Hammer To Fall" by Queen—a song that wasn't widely popular on the radio. Yeah, he also likes Elvis; can make a reference when he needs to. But he does enjoy music. And, sure, yeah—he does like pop music; maybe that does include Madonna. And—listen to me—my stepdad, a guy who loves punk and metal and shit like that, he loves Madonna and Wham and George Michael on his own; because that's what was on the radio, he even owned some of these artists albums; it's not that strange for somebody like Steve to also like these artists. Though, they may not be his immediate go-to.

He takes good care of himself; appearance wise. His hairspray is Farrah Fawcett, but it's a product he picked up most likely from his mother. He styles it on his own, right after he works out in the morning. He probably knows how to iron his clothes; considering he wears things like chinos and polos, those things need to look nice and crisp for the babes (and non-babes alike). I wouldn't be surprised if he has a signature scent—like maybe...Calvin Klein's Obsession? Considering his family's tax bracket (that house is insane), he'd probably use high-end salon level hair products. He's using name brand detergents on his clothes.

And, yeah, I'm not sure if he's still living with his parents post season 3, but I think it's safe to maybe assume so—I feel like his parents are more caring about their only son than we give them credit for; his mom seems like a caring mother, as evident with the call she shares with Karen Wheeler, it seems like she'd usually be somebody to know Steve's whereabouts, that sort of thing. His dad is probably the most strict of his parents and has high expectations that Steve fails to meet. Because the high expectations are high. And maybe Steve didn't care too much about school, maybe enough to pass and still make all the teams he wants, but not enough to get him a scholarship. And, honestly, he was probably not a top-tier athlete at Hawkins High; maybe great, but not pristine. Hence why he had to actually try to make it into college, his entry wasn't guaranteed. And when he got rejection letters, probably including rejections for scholarships, his parents most likely denied to pay for him to go through schooling. And if he really wanted to go, he'd have to take out loans or something.

He probably gets Sports Illustrated and Rolling Stone magazines in his mailbox. He smokes Marlboros, the high-end cigarette. He keeps his pantry stocked with name brand snacks; Pringles, for example. Probably tries to cater to those around him, as that's what he saw his parents do for guests. He's not a terribly selfish person at all, despite having douchebag attached to his name. He probably was very flippant about the way he cared about things, he laughed at bad jokes, and snarked his way through Hawkins High. He very rarely threatened violence—my guess, considering he's a shit fist fighter.

The way his parents' marriage is going probably affects his view on love, too. He wants something better than what his parents offer to each other. He wants a true love, fairytale sort of thing. Steve probably thinks that he'll sense some amount of clarity with whoever he gets along with. He's probably a big dreamer. Probably lonely. Wants six kids, a wide and sprawling family because then, at least, he'll have people to always take care of (to prove he is not his parents), and people who (hopefully) will always care about him. He wants a lot with whoever he falls in love with (Nancy or somebody else). But not a lot in material terms; he wants a lot of love, he wants warmth, he wants constant and sweet attention. He wants love. Not whatever bullshit his parents had; and he tries really hard to not be that bullshit, but knows he still fails anyway. He doesn't want quick things, despite constantly dating or hooking up, he wants something to last—though, nothing lasts. That's why he probably leans a lot on Robin, she has a sort of platonic love to him that he shares for her; that platonic love is probably the first time he felt like he had something to cling onto because it wasn't going to just leave or find fault. He didn't lose with Robin because they just got each other in a way he doesn't know how to replicate with anybody else.

With work, he's not sure what he wants. He wants something that keeps his interest, but nothing really has. He seems really in tune with sports, history, and literature—as there have been several attempts of his to make connections to these topics showcased on screen. (Although, admittedly, those references kind of fall short.) He doesn't enjoy work like Family Video, but he finds it easy enough that it becomes a mechanical, mundane task that he can complete without thought. I think, also, due to his interest in sports, he most likely has a vague interest in statistics or math—I think he's accidentally really good with math, but refuses to acknowledge that because he hated math in school. But he has a knack for it, no matter how hard he denies. He's probably also wicked good at working on cars. His Beemer has been through a lot and I think he doesn't trust anybody else to work on his car, so he learns to do it himself, and with the guidance of his dad.

Despite complaining about being the party's babysitter, he quite likes it. Likes being the nurturing older brother that he never had. I feel like he'd maybe get a little bit insecure about it from time to time, though. Maybe he'd feel like he's not doing enough for them to consider him that way. Maybe he'd feel like he's doing too much and forcing his way into their lives. I think, if Max's letter ever comes up again, he'd let those insecurities fall away—I truly feel like she considers him an older brother figure, a real one, a good one. I think he'd cry over it, honestly.

I think he does cry quite a bit. Just not around other people. So it seems like he's sort of constipated in his emotions. But, realistically, he doesn't allow himself that chance to crack until he's in the safety of his bedroom. Because, honestly, I feel like despite the "ugliness" to his oddball room, he finds a sort of sanctuary in it. That's where his things are. That's where his smell is. That's his safe space.

And on the topic of his room, I think he definitely helped pick out 90% of the stuff he has. His wallpaper and curtains match because he looked inside the catalog his mom presented to him one day, and he likes things to match—so that's what he picked. (His mom bit back a sigh and tried to keep her expression neutral. She thinks it was an awful pick, but whatever her baby wants.) His dad sometimes takes him on day trips, and once when he was a kid (maybe middle school age, maybe even as a freshman), they went into some interior decorating store or something and he saw the car picture and knew he had to have it, so his dad bought it. (It jumpstarted one of a few interests they share: Cars.) The bedding was his choice. The mattress and bed frame were not. Everything else in his room was his pick. The bowling pin came from a birthday party when he was a kid, he won it at the prize counter in the little arcade area of their local bowling alley.

He's friends with whoever will spare him the attention he craves. Whoever will laugh at his jokes. Whoever will agree with the stupid shit he wants to do. Whoever will chant as he shotguns another beer.

He drinks and smokes because of Tommy. Steve and his dad had a big argument or something before his dad left for some business conference. So Tommy says they should get into his dad's alcohol and find somebody to sell them cigarettes as a way to rebel. Steve thinks he's being soooo cool (he's being lame). Next thing he knows, he's got a cigarette craving and knows how to shotgun a beer a little too well.

The pocket knife he uses on the beer cans is a gift he got from his dad, probably. One that he received as a birthday present for his 15th or something. His dad probably said something stupid like, "Every man needs a good knife. Never know when you'll need one." It's got Steve's initials carved into it and everything. In hindsight, it's pretty cool and it's custom to him—it's one of the only significant and caring gifts his dad ever gave him.

He doesn't cook like amazingly, but well enough that he could survive living on his own in an apartment. He likes spaghetti bolognese. And macaroni and cheese. He knows how to make a fire meatloaf. Could probably perfect rice and chicken in a heartbeat. But he does sort of rotate the same meals over and over because he procrastinates learning new things sometimes.

He's not stupid, he just takes a little longer to process all the information he's given. And on top of that, he needs the opportunity to ask questions so he can fully understand. He only feels stupid when he's denied the chance. And denied the opportunity to explain or connect. (Connecting like you would when taking margin notes in an article—Cornell style if you know what I mean. Like maybe some of the text reminds you of something in your real life, so you understand the text better by making that connection. That's how Steve connects to things.) So, yeah, I think he's probably a little bruised whenever somebody—yes, even his close buddy Dustin—walks all over him and treats him like a child when it comes to things unknown to him; especially shit that's D&D or Upside Down related, he doesn't know what's happening, but he'd like to know.

Lastly, and then I'll stop talking in your face, I think he would have the most off-putting, morbid sense of humor after surviving the Upside Down. Like sometimes he makes too strong eye contact and makes some crazy fucked up joke at you and then you just shut down. Like it's hard for him to get laughter sometimes because he'll just say odd shit. And then eventually, when people are done being stunned around him, they're like nervous giggling. All the while thinking, "Jesus fucking Christ, Steve. What the hell." He still feels accomplished even when the laugh is barely a sound, he laughs the hardest at his own morbid jokes. Robin, Nancy, Eddie, and even Jonathan think he needs some serious therapy; clock's ticking, might be time to get on that.

But uhhh, yeah. Steve needs to be more than a stiff board of cardboard, we need to do him justice because the duffers sure as hell won't.

[stardustprompts]

thirteen ghosts  sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ;  language , blood , death

'oh, bad! that's one way to describe it. uh, 'insane' seems a little more appropriate.'

'it is my professional opinion that we should get the hell out of here. now!'

'I just need to take the edge off.'

'careful, (name). don't get too curious.'

'who are you to play god?'

'playing's for children.'

'I thought you were psychic.'

'that's not how it works and you know it!'

'perhaps we'll meet again in another life.'

'you crazy son of a bitch, what did you do?'

'you're being paranoid and overprotective.'

'I know this is gonna sound completely whacked, alright? but I need you to stay with me.'

'don't laugh at me.'

'not so fast, you gotta cater to my ego first.'

'don't touch me.'

'how's your head?'

'they're kids, what'd you expect?'

'just this once, don't argue with me.'

'what part of that code are you having trouble cracking?'

'I don't see any ghosts.'

'I want you to do me a favor and stop with all the haunted house nonsense. okay?'

'you don't have to scream, alright? just ... chill.'

'no, I don't think we should split up.'

'I told you, I can't see any ghosts.'

'it's a ghost! just like I've been saying all night.'

'there are ghosts around us all the time. most of them, they can't hurt is. most of them don't wanna hurt us. but there are exceptions.'

'there's no such thing as ghosts.'

'don't speak. don't move.'

'I don't think you should be teasing the ghost.'

'it looks to me like I'm saving your ass.'

'if you want help, you gotta help me first.'

'can I rely on you not to get me killed?'

'what the hell are you doing here?!'

'stop dragging your ass, man!'

'you got something to say, say it.'

'let's start with this is all your goddamn fault!'

'if you haven't noticed, I'm a little bit of a freak!'

'I touch somebody, and a whole life full of shit just flashes in front of my eyes!'

'so yeah, I'm depraved. and (name) was my friend and he accepted me!'

'he didn't accept you, you're pathetic! he used you!'

'god, I've been trying to help you.'

'love is the most powerful energy.'

'I don't read latin.'

'it doesn't add up. it doesn't make any sense. there's gotta be a better way.'

'how much of this equation makes any sense at all?'

'I sure as hell hope I don't bleed to death, 'cuz that would suck.'

'why are you so mad at me? I did everything you asked me to do.'

'you're not mad at me, are you?'

'I've been looking for a reason to like myself for a long time.'

'greatness requires sacrifice.'

'I'm nothing without you.'

'the world has no time for little people like you. it needs people who are willing to do anything for greatness.'

'I am sick of this nanny shit.'

'this was not in the job description. I quit!'

[cobwebliss]

Alright, the new episode. I haven't talked about new episodes in like two years. Back then I was on Twitter. How things have changed.

One thing hasn't changed. Parker, how many times have you worn that exact same shirt in these videos? Is that your favorite shirt or something?

Oh, also, the hand gestures. Those haven't gone anywhere.

At least he's still leaving his hair longish.

Thank you for asking the question we all had, Chester.

He's obviously trying to look like a psychologist or something. However, I appreciate it as a more general "This is how an intellectual dresses" vibe. I have a history of trying to write intellectual Parker (White Noise, Stars Shining) so this fits well for me.

Slightly annoyed honestly, the new fic I'm working on starts with a dive into psychology a bit and now I feel like it's gonna look like I was trying to rip off this episode.

Pretty sure we've seen him in glasses somewhere before though.

Okay, the little Beauty and the Beast sign is cute.

I legit think that Caleb might have been Chester in a wig. He sounds like him, has a similar body shape, etc. They purposely blur his face when he turns to look at Parker in the next shot. Of course, that might just be to hide the horrible vomit effect but still, why do we never see his face? Usually they show their faces.

Everything about this scene. The way Parker's hair is weird and kinda styled like he was trying to avoid getting the gunk on him. The way his glasses are somehow spotless yet he still takes a moment to clean them. The way he thinks this is vomit but is just totally fine with it. Would you just stand there calmly if somebody just threw up on your face? Also, does this count as blackface?

Pretty certain she only invited them over because she wanted to bang Parker and you know what? Good for her. Go for it girl.

I appreciate the extra detail that this bed is the nicest, cleanest bed they've had on the show. They could have just made it generically gross like the other beds but no, they wanted to make sure we all saw how spotless Chester's bed was when he lied to Parker.

I love that this is the smallest bed yet but Parker sleeps like a legit vampire.

Pretty sure they just had Beetlejuice in their house.

Thank you for catering towards my choking kink once more guys.

Unfortunately, no marks left on his throat this time.

The way they seem to go out of their way to show her barefoot just to stick her in these random heels in bed? Was she trying to seduce Parker with her bare feet? Or did she put on the heels before bed in case he came back and took her up on her offer?

And lastly, the apparently broken clock:

[roosterforme]

Smut fest!! 🔥

Bradley, spread your legs wider, guided masterbation 🥵

Let's take another glimpse into the future with Roo and Baby Girl...

I combined these similar requests. @katastrophenkind

Written for my Smutsational Smutfest!

Bradley, Bradley, Bradleybradleybradley

Bradley had been waiting two weeks for a chance to Facetime with you, and now he was almost vibrating with excitement as the call connected. 

"Roo!" you exclaimed, and it felt so good to see your face. You were wearing his shirt and your glasses, and you were all cuddled up in bed.

"Baby Girl, I'm sorry it's so late there."

"You don't have to apologize, Roo," you said, biting your lip before continuing. "Actually, you can probably help me out." You must have propped your phone up on the bed, because he could see both of your hands now.

"With what?" he asked, and then Bradley was treated to the sight of you pulling the shirt over your head and tossing it aside. "Oh, hell yes, Sweetheart. What can I do to help?"

You were giggling softly as you let your fingers trail down your neck to your tits, and Bradley was leaning closer to the screen now. He glanced from side to side at the other officers on calls in the cubbies next to him, but he was having a hard time caring about anything other than you.

"Why don't you tell me what you'd like to see?" you asked quietly, like you knew how close he was sitting to the others. 

He nodded and looked at your hands on your breasts. "Lower," he commanded, and just like a good girl, you moved your hands down toward your belly button. When you spread your legs and showed him your pussy, Bradley had to bite down on his knuckle. Your tattoo was on display as well, and that really got his heart pounding. 

"Wider. Spread your legs wider." And sure enough, you spread your thighs far apart, looking him in the eyes for his next set of demands. 

"Touch yourself," he said quietly, really starting to stir in his uniform pants now. 

"You keep your dirty talk quiet, Roo. Somebody might hear you," you said with a playful smile, but sure enough, you started stroking your clit. And then your head tipped back. Bradley could tell how wet you were over the video call, and that fact had him nearly panting for you. 

"Inside," he growled. You dipped first your middle finger into your pussy, and then you added your index finger as well. A gasp escaped your lips, and it was Bradley's favorite sound in the world. 

"I miss you, Roo," you moaned softly. 

He ran his palm over his hard length, doing another quick scan of the vicinity before telling you, "Faster." You fucked yourself with your fingers just the way Bradley like to do it. When he saw you bending your fingers inside yourself, your tits bouncing beautifully, he thought he might cum in his pants. 

"You're so fucking pretty," he grunted. "Gorgeous, Baby Girl." He was mesmerized, occasionally muttering another command as you went to town on your sweet pussy. "Now say my name."

"Bradley, Bradley, Bradleybradleybradley. I'm cumming!" you screeched, and Bradley couldn't have turned the volume down on the ipad fast enough if he tried. But, fuck it, this was too good. Your back was arching and your nipples were hard, and your body was on display for him and his throbbing cock. 

You moaned his name a few times, and he gaped at you while you sucked on your fingers, licking yourself clean. Your half lidded eyes fluttered closed briefly before you were looking at him again.

"I miss you, Roo," you whispered. 

"I love you. When I get home in three weeks, we aren't leaving our bed for a full day. I'll have the event catered if needed, but you are staying in that bed with me."

You nodded and giggled, and before the call cut off, Bradley promised he was going to head back to his bunk and think about you while he jerked off.

[moonlight-sonata99]

Walk The Line

No.3

Carmen Berzatto x reader

A/n: is really a chapter to establish readers relationships:] it was fun. I wanted to try to capture the chaos of The Bear. Keyword being tried.

No.1 No.2

6 am

"Holy shit guys I'm sorry I'm so late, carm.." you say running to the kitchen and stuffing your things into the as you kept your eyes on him

"It's fine chef let's just get to work" he says pacing around putting things into the oven and the others are cutting up things as you put on your uniform

"Chef" a voice comes up next to you as you put on your apron "yea Sydney what's up?" You say fixing your hair and walking to your station "I need to work with Tina with cutting up the onion and preparing a stock afterwards"

"Uh..I'm pretty sure I'm not good with-"

"Here's a recipe" she says quickly ganging you a paper

"I-okay there we have it" you say looking at the paper.

"Okay, then I'll get to the onions and get to the stock, uhm after?" You ask stuffing the paper into your pocket, and she looks through his notes

"Just wait, get those done and I'll tell you. Thank you chef." She says quickly before running away as you get to cutting

"Sure chef." You say watching starting to cut the onions

"Fuck,I forgot these make me cry like bitch"

"Behind, behind" carmy says running behind you and Tina as you two turn back to look at him

"Jeff, you good?" Tina ask looking at him as he rushes to his office

"Yea!yea. I'm good just got something to do." He says rushing out

"He's been doing that alot" you say turning gaze back to the onions

"Yup, Jeff's busy." She says fixated on her own task.

"He's off doing uh..catering?" Sydney says butting in the combo

"No shit..for what? No wait I heard it was for a kids party. God help them kids are the fucking worst. Sometimes." You say shaking your head with a smile as Tina chuckles

"Wait, did he take Ritchie with him?" You ask, looking at Sydney as Marcus nodded behind her.

You sigh "if anything says kid-friendly it's definitely ritchie." You sigh out

"Fucking ritchie.." you say again as you imagine Ritchie cussing up a storm in a party.

As Tina begins to laugh besides you, you let out a soft laugh that begins to gradually build up.

3 pm

"It's really not funny. yo-if carmy finds this he's gonna freak the fuck out." You say pacing around the broken arcade machine that keeps replaying the theme song .

"Can somebody please call fak?" You ask, pulling out your phone and calling

"Whyd you ask if you were gonna do it?" Ritchie asked coming near you eating sandwich

"I don't- just because" you say looking away shaking your head

"Don't turn it off." You say pointing a finger at Ritchie

"Why?"

"Tina said not to, I forgot why." You say waiting with the phone at your ear.at the corner of your eye you can see him beginning to inch closer to the plug

"Ritchie-ritchie don't you fucking dare." You say looking him in eye as he stops

"Alright- damn just wanna help that's all"

"Yes I know! It's just if you fuck it up carmy will be on your ass. And mine too if he feels like it"

"Hello?" A voice at the end of the line

"Fak!Thank god you busy? We need help with the"

"What?No- this is carm," the voice says at the end of the, obviously confused. Your eyes widen as you look at the caller ID

'Shit' you mouth

"Oh-uhm, wrong person bye"

"Wait wh-"

You hand up as you look at Ritchie "we need to get this fixed before carmy comes back, call fak please!" You huff out, beginning to walk away sighing as Ritchie takes out his phone and begins to call fak. " also don't tell carm, have done it before he comes back" you say again before running back into the Kitchen.

"yea, yea…" ritchie says waiting for fack to pick up the phone.

9 pm

Only silence fills the air and the sound of cars coming by could be heard every now and then.

"fucking Choas of a day huh? " . / You ask in a soft tone as she looks at you and nods

"yeah" She responds, turning her gaze to the sky.

. " But … aren't you, Used to this type of Stuff?" you ask as you hold your Phone on your other hand -

I and you look at her awaiting an answer.

"Uh yeah.I am." She sighs. Her hand lands on her thigh as She seems to be in her thoughts. "sometimes it's just to..."

"Much?" you add finishing her sentence, as she nods.

"yea."

" I'm not even a pro, but I feel you." You mumble softly, leaning back, closing your eyes to enjoy the peace and quiet even if it's just a few minutes.

" Damn you're getting really good at that." You gasped out wide-eyed, walking over to Marcus's table to look at him mixing some batter.

"Thanks," he says, looking up from some paper

"Is it because i don't help you anymore Or… " you say with a smile as he smiles as well

"No, no, no" he begins to say, laughing

"Just messing with you" you say "but seriously these two cakes you made before were delicious."

" Thanks, good to know, I'm slowly getting this recipe perfect then," he says, writing off in his notebook. You only stare. Before deciding to leave him be for a while.

1 am

"Fuck me my feet hurt." you breathe out as every wrapped up in the evening, a s your hands move the mop back anal fourth. .

"is that…" Marcus started as he mixed the dry ingredients " yea it's his job but he quote I had an "emergency" you explain sighing as you mop " Why are you here so damn late? "you asked, keeping your gaze on the floor, and Marcus only signed "perfecting these recipes chef" he said, scratching his beanie as you walked next to him to see the batch of pastries he had laid out.

"Wait, are those doughnuts?? Can i -" you gasped out, looking at the goodies in front of you

"Yes, but when there done. " he said, chuckling as you drooled over the doughnuts

"fuck yea" you cheered under breath as you continued mopping.

A few hours later you were able to finally try those doughnuts,

"Dude - these are fucking- " mouth full, you were unable to finish the se fence, seeing that the man was deep asleep. You covered your mouth, picking up a sticky note and leaving it on his beanie saying, " 5 Star"

With a little star next to the five. Putting away the remaining dishes or things that were misplaced by him.

"You're still here?" a voice from behind as you flinched

"Oh shit, carmy " you say, turning around to carry, setting down a bucket and a brush in hand. "forgot you don't go home " you chuckled Setting down the mop

" yea no- finishing up here for now," he says in a hushed tone, looking at Marcus, Your gaze follows his " he's dedicated to his craft, getting really good at it too." You whisper as you turn away, gesturing for him to let you help him. and he gave you the bucket beginning to scrub the floors.

"That's good, really good. He replies before doing the same.

"So, how have you been?" You say after a while of scrubbing as he turns to look at you.

" i 've uh been good, been running this restaurant for a bit, and Uhm, it's been chaotic as hell. '' Carmy replies with a small smile as you nod with a small laugh.

"That's good, i suppose," you reply with a smile, " and...?" you ask, shaking your head and looking at him with a questioning gaze.

"And that's it," he replies, shaking heal keeping his gaze on the floor.

" So like… nothing personal? no girlfriend?" " you ask trailing off and keep scrubbing as he stops for a minute to look at you.

"Okay, Okay i get it" You add lifting up your hand. "But tell me something im so fucking bored, and it so quiet in here." you say softly sitting on your knees as you let out a huff gazing into the empty kitchen.

"How did you Uh, Start working here?" Carmy asked, looking at the floor glancing at you every now and then to see your answer.

you grabbed the brush and began to scrub again,

" Think you know the answer to that, " you answered before stopping for a brief moment.

"But if we're being specific, I had uhm moved out of my parents' place after a large fight. long story. but yeah, I moved here to start anew. away from the bullshit my dad did, "you explained and noticed Carmy's eyes on you.

"he was well - is an alcoholic,I don't know, haven't spoken to them. " You say bluntly."Don't worry about it. I'm way past it. " You add you as he slowly returns to scrubbing quietly.

"im sorry, i don't, know why i just unloaded all of that onto you like a fucking idiot " you blurt out feeling a warm feeling in your chest. as you internally recoil

" It's all good" He softly says laying down.

"Yea....'" you mumble and it went quiet once again, the only sound filling the air was your scrubbing the floors.

"This is weird, but you're the first person I've told that to. " You say out of the blue, " i didn't have friends, so " you say, shrugging.

"Same. " he replies, "was a loner for most of school " he says sitting up.

"Yea, mikey told me'' you admitted "but then he would list all your achievements." Upon hearing this his gaze didn't leave Your face

"What?"

 "It just… he never mentioned you." Carmy admitted and you stopped brushing for a moment. 

"Really? " . you breathed out , leaning on the floor with your palm and your.. gave turning to him in thought  "Huh"

The two of you Stared at each other before you turned away.

"That's fucking weird" you murmured as he mumbles a 'yea' before sitting down on the floor and sitting silently. 

Minutes went by as you two didn't speak. 

"I guess he had his reasons," you said softly. and nodded his gaze on the floor.

Carmy only let out a sigh

"Yea,"

Biting your lip, you look at carmy, "he was good, y'know?" You whisper to him, carmys hand stopped moving as he turned his gaze to you. "I don't know anything about your relationship, so I don't wanna assume anything..." eyes looking at the suds that gathered between the cracks of the tiles,

"He was proud of you, that I do know." You add meeting his gaze and looking away to begin scrubbing again.

"Yea...I uh..thanks. thank you." He softly says, holding his brush still. As his eyes stayed on your form, having a dazed looked on his face

Turning to him, you nodded and smiled.

"Yeah.."

Afternotes: don't worry if you feel like this is moving slow, I'm already planning to get things moving a bit quicker soon:>

[yowyowyaoi]

Kakuzu: Hey, everyone, I've been thinking ... lets have a Halloween party. Deidara: ... huh? Hidan: Are you fuckin' serious? Kakuzu: Yes I'm serious. We'll have music, food, drinks, dancing, games, decorations ... Itachi: Are you feeling ill right now? Kakuzu: I've never felt better. Come on, what do you say? Konan, teasing: Can we get catering from that really expensive Italian place in town? Kakuzu: Of course. Entrees AND desserts. Hang the expense. Nagato: ... really are you positive you feel alright? Kakuzu: Absolutely fine. Deidara, it's been a while since you've let off any explosions, hasn't it? How about we get you some major explosives for our party? You can set them off wherever you want and blow up anything you desire. Would you like that? Deidara: Deidara: *starts crying and clinging to Sasori* Danna make him stop! I'm scared, hm! Kisame: This is frightening me, as well. Perhaps somebody should hold him down and let Sasori do a mental health evaluation on him ... Sasori: Oh, I couldn't do that. I'm done fooling around with the human body. No more puppets, no more poisons. Deidara: *jumps a step back* Sasori, what are you saying?! Sasori: I'm saying my art isn't what's important; togetherness with family is. Kakuzu: I agree. Money means nothing; YOU guys mean everything! Everyone: Everyone: *runs screaming from the room* Kakuzu: Heh; I told you we could give them all a good scare this year. Sasori: *chuckles* Pretty sure Deidara was going to wet his pants.

[tangyangie]

I saw your post with Neito as brother and really like how you write! I wonder if you could do Karma x fem!reader headcanon where reader wants to have a large family (4 children or more)? How do you think he would react to this and how he would find himself as a husband and father in such a family?

» "how many?"

character: karma

description: you want kids. lots of them.

warnings: slightly suggestive at the end?? otherwise it's kinda sweet

style: headcanons and drabble

when karma first heard this, he was a little taken aback.

four?? kids??

but, after thinking about it for a while, i think he'd warm up to the idea.

a bunch of little mini menaces all annoying you.. yes, he could see it very clearly.

he's like their jungle gym, and the world is his. the kids climb all over him, and he would literally climb a volcano for them if need be.

but of course, he still will cater to your needs. you're craving something during your pregnancy? he's sprint to the grocery store to get it.

hell, he'd even try it with you, especially if it's something odd. (like pickles, cream cheese, and hot sauce)

but otherwise, he's going to be extremely careful. he makes sure that you're always comfortable and safe.

and of course, he'd teach them self defense at a young age. so don't be surprised when the elementary school calls to tell you that one of your kids fought somebody.

(the other kid is now forever scared of that child)

karma would totally pick them up from school with a smile on his face and take them out to eat ice cream.

he definitely buys everyone sunglasses and they all walk together and pretend to be spies.

in addition to climbing onto him, karma will hoist one of the kids up onto his shoulders. this has just become a natural thing.

karma is definitely scared at first, but the more times you are pregnant and have a kid, the more it becomes normal to him. he doesn't stress about it anymore.

all in all, i think he'd be pretty great as both a husband and a father.

here's a little bonus too:

you had never voiced your wish until now. you wanted quite a lot of kids... definitely, at least four.

you were telling your friends all about your desire to have a big family. you were giggling on the phone and imagining all the little babies, which resulted in you getting giddier by the second.

little did you know karma was listening in on this phone call of yours. he stood outside the door, honestly a little shocked, as you had never expressed your need for a family, let alone a larger one.

he thought for a moment. objectively, he didn't see much wrong with it. you want babies, so what? he couldn't lie and say they weren't adorable (when they weren't throwing up and pooping everywhere).

so, what was his hesitation?

he was worried how he would be as a father. as carefree as he seems, he knows how intense his personality can be. he doesn't want to scare his kid off as soon as they come out of you.

he is interrupted from his train of thought when he hears you bring your phone call to an end. he begins to walk away, thinking you hadn't noticed him.

"karma, i know you're there."

stopping in his tracks, he whirled around and made eye contact with you. perhaps he hadn't been as slick as he though he had.

sucking in his cheeks and taking a deep breath, he smiled at you.

"so... i heard you want kids."

you couldn't help but giggle at his forwardness. he walked over to your bed and sat down on the edge, turning his head to look at you.

he was always a good husband to you. maybe a little protective, but nothing too out of the ordinary. you crawled over to him and sprawled across his lap, leading him to gently pat your head.

"yes, that's true. i do want children."

"and how many, again, did you want?"

you hesitated a little bit, halfway to bursting out laughing.

"at least four."

he sighed and leaned back, pulling you into his chest.

"i'm.." he struggled to find the write way to say this. "i'm worried with how i would be a father. especially with four or more children."

"well, keep in mind it only starts with one." you reply, hoping to calm him, if only a little.

he smirked at your attempt at a joke, and rolled over to tackle you. he kissed you, and after a minute, slowly broke apart, and then smirked.

"well, we'd better get started then."

notes: aghagahhajdaka i'm so sorry this took such a long time

i did not expect my week to be so busy but it was and i'm really sorry 💔💔

but anyways tysm for the request!! mwah mwah to everyone and i hope you enjoyed!!

[voidfxndoms]

Something Blue (Part 1) // Sterek

Derek is getting married and Stiles, as his best man, decides to bring in an old bridal tradition.

Warnings: swearing, a lot of built-up feelings that don't come out in the best of ways.

W/C: 2,487 (total)

A/N: I had to split it into two parts because I was over the tumble world limit apparently??? I didn't even know tumblr HAD a word limit lmao. Anyway, hope y'all enjoy this first part :)

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"Okay, Scott? How much time do we have?" Stiles asked, nervously pacing around the room. "Thirty minutes." "Oh my god, we're never gonna make it. Where is he? Where is Derek?" "He's going to be here, don't worry. We got plenty of time." Scott tried calming his best friend down. "It's his wedding, for God's sake! How can someone be late for their own wedding!" Stiles exclaimed, anxiety reeking off of him and invading the room. "Malia just texted me, Braeden is almost ready. I'm gonna go check on the catering and guests, maybe someone knows where he is. You need to calm down Stiles, we're gonna be fine." "I need to tell him, Scott.", Stiles said, eyes sad and shoulders slumped. "And you will. I got you." Scott smiled, putting both hands on his friends's shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. "I swear to God if Derek doesn't bring his werewolf ass in here right now-" "Threatening me on my wedding day? I really should have asked Scott to be my best man.". A tall, bulky figure walked into the room, pearly whites flashing as the words left his mouth. "You piece of shit!" Stiles said before taking big strides towards the groom and adjusting his tie. "Relax Stiles, everything is going according to plan. Scott, did Stiles not take his Adderall today?" Derek joked, looking over at the young alpha. Stiles huffed, then stumbled towards his backpack. Ignoring the two wolves making fun of him, he took out some things from his bag and placed them on the room's glass coffee table. "Okay. You, big bad wolf, c'mere." Derek, cocking a brow, approached the small table in the middle of the room. He observed the objects in front of him as he sat on the small sofa. "Stiles? What is this? I refuse to do any sort of voodoo ritual." Scott, standing behind Derek, looked at his best friend with a puzzled expression on his face. "I thought this was only for brides." "Well," Stiles said, "this is no ordinary wedding, so I don't see why only ordinary traditions should apply."

"Can somebody please explain to me what the hell I'm looking at, and what is this supposed to be?" Derek asked, half amused, and half annoyed. "Something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.", Stiles announced proudly as Scott rolled his eyes. Derek furrowed his eyebrows. "Oh my God," Stiles's jaw dropped. "You seriously don't know what I'm talking about?" "I have no idea what this is." the werewolf replied, confusion still plastered on his face. Before Stiles could say anything even remotely sarcastic, Scott said: "Guys, we've got twenty minutes. Stiles, make it fast." "Alright alright." the amber-eyed replied. He took a deep breath, unsuccessfully trying to calm his nerves. "As your best man,-" he started. "The worst decision of my life by the way, don't know what I was thinking." Derek interrupted him, chuckling. Stiles glared at him. "I was saying…" he continued, stressing the final word while shooting one last annoyed look at the giggly man opposite to him. "As your best man, it is my duty to make sure you enter this new chapter of your life in the best way possible, carrying bits and pieces of your life before that horrible mistake when you decided to marry Terminator's daughter." "You know her name is Braeden. And, come on, be nice to her -- she saved all of our lives. I still don't understand why you hate her so much." "It's not her that I hate…" Stiles mumbled. For a split second, Derek saw a glint in his best man's eyes. It was pure sadness, but it lasted for so little he questioned whether he'd imagined it. "Anyway, I took the liberty of borrowing a bridal tradition. In front of you you have three objects," Stiles said, before picking up the first one. "Wait, weren't they supposed to be four?" Derek questioned. "We'll get to that in a minute. Now, the first one; something old." "The triskelion?" "Yeah. This part is about having a relic, something that will always remind you about your roots. The sentimental value this thing holds is insane." Derek raised an eyebrow. "Think about it. Your mom used it to help you and your sisters learn how to control your powers. It's been in your family for years, Kate tried to steal it… you even have it tattoed on your back!" Stiles explained. "I also used it with Liam." Derek pointed out. "Yeah, but that was a total disaster." Derek looked at him, lips tight in a thin line, the eyebrow still cocked. "What? It's not my fault your whole "We can all rise and fall to another" speech didn't work." "Alright, alright. Stiles? Move on." Scott intervened, time slowly running out. He nodded, giving Derek the triskelion, who put it in the inner pocket of his tuxedo. "Object number two, something new.", Stiles said. Derek held it for a few moments, before shooting his head up and asking: "What the hell am I supposed to do with a roll of duct tape?", annoyance oozing from his voice. "Trust the process. The "something new" is an object that will help you in your new life."

Skeptic, Derek let his best man keep talking. "And now something borrowed. Courtesy of Jackson." "I don't need a bow tie, I'm already wearing a tie." "See," Stiles said, making his way to the groom, "This sentence is exactly why you need the bow tie." Kneeling before him, he undid Derek's tie and started tying the navy blue satin bow tie Jackson had lent for the occasion. Derek hardly ever wore suits, and even more rarely tuxedoes. He liked casual and comfy clothes and had no interest in the world of elegance. However, when the engagement had been announced and his closet opened, the only suit Stiles had been able to find was dusty, crumpled, and sprinkled with holes made by some very hungry moths. So he had forced the alpha to the best suit shop in Beacon Hills, where Derek had gotten a tailor-made navy blue tuxedo with black satin flaps that had been hunting Stiles in his dreams ever since the first time he had seen it on the werewolf. But Derek had drawn the line at that, refusing to spend one more dollar on his appearance, claiming that he wasn't getting married to the crowd but to Braeden. "She loves me for me. I don't give a shit about what the guests are gonna think." "You really thought I was going to let you stand there, butchering all degrees of style?" Stiles asked cockily, straightening the perfect bow he had tied. "Oh come on, you're being dramatic." Derek rolled his eyes. Stiles scoffed. "First of all, you were wearing a TIE. With a TUXEDO. Ties are worn with suits, bow ties are for tuxedoes." Derek's eyes widened slightly, surprised at the reaction. "Okay fashion police, my bad." "And let's not even mention the state of the tie you were wearing… Terrible!" "Okay- Stiles? It's okay. We get it. Move on.", Scott said, worry in his eyes. "No you don't!" Stiles almost shouted, suddenly misty-eyed.

To be continued...

[tea-reader]

My love, I want to wish you a wonderful birthday.

I'm not sure how you feel about going out but if not I have another surprise for you.

Thank you dear! You remembered! I'm so happy!

We can go out, but Oleander will have to come with me, I'm afraid. Ambika helps out at catering today, so it will be a hassle to find somebody on short notice...

Especially since I don't want to give her to just anybody.