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obx-pogue4life · 3 years ago

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So this is my first time posting some obx smut on here and i hope you enjoy it! I had so much fun writing this! let me know what you think :) -aged up jj (18 and very legal) -pure smut! (swearing, sex, girl on top, squirting, idk other stuff too, this ones a fun one lol) -not my gif, i dont know who made it but credit to them! (If you know, tell me so i can tag them) _____________________________________________________________ All Hail The King

You could feel JJ’s heart beating against your chest and his hot sweaty body grinding over top of you “fuck I love you” he says as he pounds harder and faster into you “i love your tight little pussy, you’re always so wet for me baby” he moans faster and faster he goes, leaving you breathless and panting, calling out to him for more

“JJaayyyy” you murmur, drawing his name out over your lips he stops suddenly and flips over on the bed so you are the one on top now “ride me” he begs in a deep, gravely voice he reaches up and palms both of your breasts and thumbs across your nipples, gently and teasingly playing with them you lean forward and place both hands on his chest, reveling in the pleasure he is giving you and start to moan out his name again “J-” he cuts you off and looks into your eyes “ride my cock baby” he pleads again and starts to wiggle his hips underneath you, silently begging with a smirk on your face you start swiveling your hips and rocking back and forth you sit up a little more as he stretches his hands over his head and growls out in ecstasy, with every single one of your moves he claws his hands across the sheets, searching for something to grip, something to steady himself but it isn’t enough he reaches up to you and grips your hips, helping you grind onto him, rougher and quicker with the help of his strong arms, you start bouncing a little more as you swivel your hips back and fourth. up and down. in and out. you can feel every inch of him inside you. he goes in deeper and his thrusts last longer until you can feel your body start to quake you shiver in anticipation of what you know is about to wash over you. you can feel it in your toes as your first orgasm completely takes over your body, twitching and pushing its way through you you reach down and circle over your pulsating clit in an attempt to prolong this heavenly feeling, but it soon comes to an end and you are left feeling slightly dizzy and panting for air, collapsing on top of him “that’s my girl” he says, as you lift your head so he can kiss you again “ready for another” he smirks you smile and nod your head yes as you kneel up over top of him and let him slide his thick, hard cock back into you you ease back down and begin to bounce and grind on him right away, not letting a moment be wasted you lean back over him with your hands planted firmly on his chest “fuck yes” he lets out in a slow sigh your breasts bounce over top of him, the feeling from them bouncing driving you crazy, and he brings his head up to suck on your nipples, alternating between the two you can feel his tongue flick against your peaked, hot skin and the teasing is driving you wild “mmmm” you whine, letting out a loud groan of pleasure as he bites down a little harder the rougher mix of pleasure and pain is exactly what you needed to help get you started again pinching and twisting. licking and sucking. biting and flicking. you were already so sensitive from your first orgasm that every little touch felt so much more magnified. the pleasure you felt was making your eyes roll to the back of your head “you like that?” JJ asks you as he thrusts up into you as hard as he can “tell me that you like that” he says again “I. like. that.” you say, completely out of breath “tell me you want more. tell me you want it harder.” he commands “more” you gasp. “harder” you barely get out as he rams up into you again and again over and over, he meets your bounces with thrusts and soon you start to feel that familiar tingle again “gonna. come.” you start to say as you start to rock faster again, more eager than ever to get off in a fever of lust, he moves his mouth to yours, kissing your lips with a fiery hunger, flipping you both onto your sides the two of you groaning and writhing in absolute pleasure, he takes control and puts one hand on your side, thrusting into you over and over again, holding your shaking body still whispering, he leans down to your ear “let go” “cum for me, sweetheart” you feel an erratic wave of heat take over and you are literally out of air rubbing your clit with his thumb, you immediately feel a euphoric rush throughout every part of your body as you shake and quiver uncontrollably he holds you, never stopping his thrusting and rubbing as you ride out the greatest orgasm of your life you can feel him start to twitch inside of you, hoping you can hold on to your orgasm while he cums when he suddenly stops and pulls himself out, stands up and grabs your legs, sliding you over to the edge of the bed, turning you onto your stomach he quickly takes 2 pillows and has you lean over them- propping you up, ass out and just as speedily as he slid out of you, he goes right back in from behind, pounding into you as fast as he ever has in a desperate rush to get you both off as fast as possible holding on to your hips, he uses them as leverage as he slams into you, filling you up completely and soaking up the sounds you’re making together, bringing him closer to the edge with every second “you’re still so wet for me, baby” he breathes out “you’re fucking dripping for me” suddenly, all at once you feel an overwhelmingly intense pleasure rippling through your body once again. you cant form words. you cant even move. “Don’t hold back” he urges “just feel it” with his breathily encouraging words, your third orgasm floods over you like a whooshing tsunami, temporarily paralyzing you in every way imaginable You need air but don’t want to lose this incredibly indescribable feeling so you hold on for a few more moments, pushing you to your absolute limit “fuckkkk” you hear him squeal out as you begin to come down from your blinding high both of you slowly come back into reality from what was hands down, the best sex you have ever had and you hear him curse again “well, shit” JJ sighs “whats the matter, baby” you ask him softly, still regaining your breath “the sheets” he grins, pointing at a spot on the bed behind you you look over your shoulder and see a very large wet mark on the bed “oh my god, did I-” “yep” he answers over you. “didn’t know you could squirt like that, sweetheart” he smirkes “I didn’t even know I could squirt like that” you embarrassingly groan, covering your face with your hands “hey now, stop this ” he says pulling your hands away from your face and touches your cheek “that was, by far, the hottest thing I have ever seen. You are so fucking sexy, dont ever be ashamed of that” he says looking into your eyes You smile and nod “i did that” he brags proudly, pointing to the spot on the bed “i got you off three times and the last time was so fucking good that I made you fucking squirt yourself and soak our bed” “oh my god” you giggle and roll your eyes “I am, literally, the fucking king” he laughs and jumps up, doing a little victory dance “all hail the king” you smile as you sit up in your bed, making a praising motion “all hail the king”

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horce-divorce · 2 years ago

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hey, you. yes you. follower, mutual, mutual-in-law, other tumblr comrades hiding here amid the last bastion of the aughties internet. do you hate and resent social media? does it give you anxiety to visit Facebook or Twitter, leaving your desire to feel connected left unsatisfied? do you long for the days of yore when we used to log onto some obscure forum and roleplay our OCs seemingly without a care in the world?

ok so like.... wanna come hang out w me on my forum w me???

yeah it ain't much right now, but hear me out.

for years social media has had a chokehold on the internet, and it got REAL hard to have your own unique space that wasn't contained within some bigger network. i get it; i also haven't left facebook, despite my posturing and threats, because noobody else did, either, and I wanted to stay in touch with them.

but proboards still exists. it has this whole time. neocities now also exists. the web revival is small but happening, and people ARE finally leaving social media, for better or worse-- some cutting off digital connections entirely rather than just finding different ways of connecting.

if we want to keep (or reintroduce) those elements of web 1.0 that we long for-- the customization/involvement in web dev, the community elements, the organization without algorithm, the charm of it all-- we have to be the ones to preserve that, and like... we can! we can just do that, friends. we literally have the ability right now. here it is. you miss forums, you say?? yet, will you not post on one???

so far there is no real guideline for this forum so don't worry about that. i made it for me and my friends so we can still have somewhere to chat if they're in FB jail or whatever. there's no other goal or unifying criteria. most of my friends are queer and disabled, so you'll wanna be able to get along w queer disabled folks, but you don't have to be one yourself. you dont even have to be my friend already, getting to know each other is kinda the whole point! and maybe it'll change, maybe if people actually come hang out w me the concept will solidify or we'll come up with a solid theme, or a new name or something. that'd be great cus I kinda hate that we called it the common room now, i wish it was something less ... british sounding :-) lmfao but w/e. im not gonna make a new one unless anyone is actually talking to me. or if I think of a good name myself maybe idk. we'll see

i'm honestly down for whatever, I am just so tired of seeing so many people agree that we all miss forums, and no one doing anything about it. considering a) proboards has been here the whole time and b) we all hate social media vocally and c) some of us are even like "I Loved forums! I miss them! why are they not a thing!" well!! that's kind of on us? they ARE a thing! so why did we stop using them? IDK! join mine and make it A Thing again!!!

or better yet, make your own!! if you hate my lack of direction, you can just do that instead!!! make the epic ATLA RP forum you always wanted to!!! live your damn life!!! YOLO and corporations are stealing your time and life force away, learn bbcode while you still can!!!!!!

⭐ J O I N M E.... it'll probably be boring but in a more chill and positive way than social media <3 ⭐

#me

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cherryonigiri · 4 years ago

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S/O that thirsts over anime/game guys

reposted bc wasn’t showing up in the tags + I want to keep nsfw under the cut

@nononononojustno asked: Okay so could you write a headcanon where 2 random boys (can you pick then? I love all of boys from hq) and Ushi-kun where they walk on their gfs fangirling or thirsting over another anime/game character?And she was talking how hot he is? How they would react?👀😂 have a great day/night and dont forget to eat and get rest, love you💕

A/N: hahahahaha i laughed while writing this. FYI these are all based on legit crushes i had on anime/game characters at some point in my life - see if you’ve watched the shows i’ve watched :) ILY I PROMISE I��M DOING MY BEST TO EAT THREE MEALS A DAY AND GET ADEQUATE SLEEP MWAH. also i went overboard and added an extra boy bc why not. These are a little shorter since there were 4 characters but I hope you enjoy!

Content warning: implied nsfw for Atsumu + slight nsfw hcs for Matsukawa (both are under the cut)

PS: If anyone wants a spicy sequel/one shot for matsukawa i’m open to the idea 👀👀 let me know in my inbox!

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima definitely knows you’re into anime + games

Having visited your dorm room on multiple occasions he’s seen your extensive collection of manga, anime posters and you always seem to be playing on your switch whenever you have free time

Of course, he notices a significant portion of your collection is centered on male characters

And you’ve definitely mentioned a few games to him - Ikemen Sengoku, Code:Realize, Hakuouki (wow i’m really out here exposing myself) etc.

He doesn’t really mind though? Like - at the end of the day these are 2D men, whereas he is a very real boyfriend

At least he thinks he doesn’t mind

Recently, he notices that you seem to be on your phone a lot, and you seem to be texting the same group chat very often

He asks why and you laugh - it’s not actual text messages you’re just trying out a new otome/simulation game called Mystic Messenger. He finds the name silly but he just brushes it off he’s definitely J E A L O U S

Until one day he walks into your room while you’re calling one of your friends to freak out about that specific game

You sound kind of teary from outside the door “Oh MY GOD OH MY GOD I GOT THE GOOD ENDING WITH JUMIN!” and “[friend name] I THINK I CAN DIE HAPPY I’M MARRIED TO JUMIN HAN WHAT MORE DO I NEED IN LIFE” and “HE’S SO FREAKING ATTRACTIVE UGH I AM BLESSED”

He’s like who TF is Jumin and immediately bursts into your room looking pissed off

Poor babie is all like “you’re married?” and “if you had someone else you were interested in you should have told me.” “Who is this Jumin Han???” 🧐

Oh my god you start cackling, but you manage to tell him that NO you are not married and that Jumin Han is a fictional character from the game you’re playing

Ushijima looks confused after you explain - why would you find fictional men attractive when you’re already dating him?

Tendou almost dies laughing the next day when Ushijima tells him about what happened

Oikawa Tooru

Since practice finishes pretty late he usually goes to see you at your house at night, but tonight things wrapped up earlier - he’s excited to spend more time with you

You’ve finished up most of your homework so you’ve just been rewatching Attack on Titan since you’re super excited for the new season

You’re kinda distracted/have headphones on so you don’t hear your boyfriend knock on the front door. Your mom answers it and lets him in and he climbs the stairs

He can hear your fangirling (freaking out) over something as he walks towards your room

You jump in surprise when he opens the door, because you thought he would be a bit later but immediately release your pent up excitement

“Tooru just LOOK at him he’s such a bad ass like oh my gosh he literally has swords and he’s still running around slaying the MPs who have guns. God whenever he gets angry he looks so hot,” etc. etc.

You’re shoving your laptop in his face, showing him gifs and video of attack on titan, specifically the captain of the survey corps that you are obsessed with

Tooru gets it - for him its space, shitty alien films and astronomy. For you it’s video games and anime - or more specifically, handsome characters from said franchises

Even though he understand that it’s something you’re passionate about he still makes a whole show about whining how you’re in love with Levi Ackerman (lmao i still thirst over our favorite captain) instead of him

“y/n i’m taller than him! And more handsome! He has blood on him all the time! And he’s super annoying because he’s obsessed with cleaning.” *cue pouty Tooru*

You probably shouldn’t tell him that you are an avid follower of the levi x reader tag on tumblr

Tooru still somehow finds out you’re also reading reader insert fanfic and goes BERSERK with his pouting and whining - literally everyone and their mothers have heard his sob story about how “his darling y/n is leaving me for a short germaphobic asshole”

The rest of the team finds it hilarious - the end up pranking him by posting pictures of Levi in his school locker or texting them in the volleyball groupchat (Oikawa is Suffering™)

Makki and Mattsun get him a Levi keychain for his birthday and cackle when he chucks it violently into the nearest trash can

Miya Atsumu

Doesn’t really know you’re into anime/gaming at first

I don’t think that’s on purpose - Atsumu just has such a one track mind when it comes to volleyball and he’s always busy with practice

so he just kinda doesn’t really give all the anime merch in your room a second glance even though it’s a dead giveaway

I bet Atsumu secretly watches some superhero anime - probably shounen stuff like My Hero Academia, one punch man etc.

He probably starts to notice you’re into anime/games because you’ll play games on your phone/gaming device all the time

One day he notices you’re giggling + blushing while looking at your screen. He’s curious to he heads over to you when coach says they can have a break

Peeks over your shoulder because he wants to know what you’re playing - but instead he’s greeted by some 2D samurai guy called Harada Sanosuke asking you to marry him

“Huh, I didn’t know you were into this kinda stuff y/n” tries to sound playful but internally he is screaming / ?????? WOT I DIDN’T KNOW MY S/O WAS INTO OTOME GAMES

Atsumus pretty chill about it at first, he probably teases you a lot about playing the game but isn’t really bugged about it

“Maybe you should thirst over your boyfriend instead of a fictional character babe~”

I mean - he knows he’s attractive and why be jealous? You only really play the game when he’s busy and you don’t really let the game play seep into your dates/hangouts

But one time he walks in on you reading some ~spicy~ hakuouki x reader fanfic and he’s like are u serious

Like you were lowkey quiet screaming to yourself and muttering “omg omg omg” when he walked in and you definitely tried to close your laptop so he couldn’t see what was open in your browser

Too bad Atsumu has mad reflexes and manages to prevent you from making your computer go to sleep

Briefly skims whatever it was that you were reading and smirks at you

“Hey, if you really want something like this, why don’t you let your real boyfriend deliver” before kissing you

Matsukawa Issei

Look, Issei just wants a chill movie/tv show night where the two of you can bundle up on the couch and binge whatever anime you feel like

Has everything set up - this man is ready to go: snacks? he has all of your favorites, couch? filled with soft pillows + multiple pillows. Attire? Comfy sweatpants shirtless 🥵

Last time he chose the series for your binge sleepover so he let you choose what the two of you were gonna watch this time

Turns out you decided to watch Psycho-Pass - it seemed like a pretty cool show, he was down with the whole dystopia/psychological concept

Starts out pretty normal, is appreciating the action + mystery elements and is glad that you chose that show

About halfway through the anime you two decide to take a break - he goes to the kitchen to refill your snacks, leaving to stretch you back.

When he comes back with more food, he notices that you’re hunched over your phone, typing something

He sneaks up behind you after he puts the food down, “Whatcha reading there babe?” You squeak and try to hide your phone, but not before he sees the words kougami x reader typed into your tumblr search bar

Lit-rally exCuSE me what - he’s not mad (more amused than anything else) but he also kind wants to tease you (bc Mattsun is a little shit)

“Is that the reason you wanted to watch this show?” he asks playfully. “He’s pretty hot tho, I kinda agree with you there babe.”

Now that he’s released the floodgate, he can’t stop your occasional comments like “omg how does he look so GOOD when he’s punching someone” or “he could shoot me with his dominator and i’d still say thank you”

The thirst comments are kinda getting to him, so he decides to take things in a different direction

“Let me what I can show you with my dominator~” L M A O I’M SORRY THIS EXISTS

Suddenly you’re being pulled onto his lap, and pressed against his bare chest, Issei barely gives you time to adjust before he’s kissing you roughly, tongue plunging into your mouth

His hands wrap around your hips pressing your core closer to his own, and you can feel his hard-on pressing into your stomach

He’ll be sure to suck a dark hickey onto the side of your neck and his hands travel under your shirt, just to remind you who your real boyfriend is

Needless to say, you won’t remember a single thing about the second half of the show after the night is over couch sex? Couch sex 😏

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soulwillower · 4 years ago

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when richie met y/n • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader)

prologue

requested: idk if your taking requests rn BUTTTT could you do a richie fic that’s like when harry met sally? if you’ve seen it that is 🌟🌟🌟~🤍

warnings: mentions of sexist stuff, bc richie is a dick, mentions of sex, slander of the name sheldon (sorry), talking about the plot of casablanca but you dont rly have to have seen it lol

ok so i know i havent finished tozier but i just recently rewatched this movie and figured i’d write the prologue for this planed series n post it <3

[losers + reader have just graduated college in this. ]

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it’s after graduation '92 when y/n y/l/n first meets richard tozier.

the trees are turning red and crusting off the tips of branches, the bitter cold of the university whipping around your car even though it's supposed to be nearing the end of spring. you're sitting awkwardly now, with your window cranked down, eyes glued to the couple at the edge of the sidewalk. they're entagled with each other enough that all you can make out is wild dark and curly hair, a sharp jawline, and the girl’s blonde hair gathered in a fist of the mysterious boy. but you'd notice your friend amanda anywhere, even if her back is turned and face occupied with another’s.

you clear your throat, but they ignore you, the boy whose hands are wrapped around her waist tilting her jaw to kiss her even deeper. "i love you." she whispers. you feel awkward, and roll your eyes. it's still seconds later and so you clear your throat, muttering, "amanda."

she jumps apart from the boy. "oh, hi y/n. um, y/n, this is richie tozier. richie, this is y/n y/l/n."

you lock eyes with the boy, who's got a smirk on his lips as he wipes his mouth. you watch as amanda's lip gloss rubs off his bright red lips, "nice to meet you, y/n."

you nod back at him, antsy to start driving and nervous for some reason. "hi. you want to drive the first shift?"

he laughs slightly, shaking his head as his wild dark curls bounce around. he’s devastatingly handsome, and you’re not surprised amanda loves him so much. he pulls his crewneck's sleeves over his hands and shrugs, "no, you're there already, you can start if that works." you nod, slightly put off, but shrugging it off.

"okay. the back's open." you watch awkwardly as the boy lifts his belongings into the space in your trunk, amanda coming up and hugging his tall, skinny frame. "please call me." she whispers. he nods and you watch from the rearview mirror, "call you as soon as we get there, baby." he says. your friend amanda whines, "oh, please call me from the road. " the boy, richie, cracks a charming grin, "i'll call you before that."

almost gagging, you turn your attention to the radio and fiddle it, waiting for richie and amanda to finish making out against the back of your car.

it's awkward once you start driving, richie tapping his long fingers against his knee as you stare at the road ahead of you. you clear your throat, "i have it all figured out. it's an eighteen hour trip, which breaks down into six shifts of three hours each. or, alternatively, we could break it down by mileage-" but while you're speaking, richie's leaning to fiddle around with a bag in the back. you blink, "er, there's a...there's a map on the... visor that i've marked to show the locations so we can change shifts."

richie barely hums and crunches on something, making you turn to look at him. he lifts his brows, "grapes?"

you lift a brow, "n-no. i don't like to eat between meals." you say, eyes going between him and the road, where he spits out the grape seeds. "alright, y/n. why don't you tell me the story of your life." his sentence makes you do a double-take and you almost laugh.

when he sees your bewildered expression, he shrugs, "we've got eighteen hours to kill before we hit new york."

shaking your head, "the story of my life won't even get us out of chicago." that makes him laugh, a sound that was shockingly unexpected as it cuts through the stale air of your car. a light, excited and shocked laugh that makes you smile as you watch the road, your eyes stealing a glance at the abrupt and disheveled boy lounging in the passenger seat.

it's four hours later, and richie's convinced you to pull into a small diner on the side of the road. "-you're wrong." you shake your head as you enter the lot. "i'm not wrong, he wants her to leave! that's why he puts her on the plane." richie insists. you shake your head, "no, i don't think she wants to stay."you insist. richie rolls his eyes at you, "of course she wants to stay. wouldn't you rather be with humphrey bogart than the other guy?"

you shrug, "i don't want to spend the rest of my life in casablanca married to a man who runs a bar. i probably sound very snobbish to you, but i don't.”

richie looks shocked and annoyed, slamming the car door shut to catch up to you as you walk towards the front doors. "you'd rather be in a passionless marriage." you nod, "well, yeah, and be the first lady of czechoslovakia."

"really? that rather than live with the man you've had the greatest sex of your life with, and just because he owns a bar and that is all he does."

you glare at him, "ingrid bergman is sensible, okay? that's why she gets on the plane at the end of the movie. she knows better, just like i do."

as a waitress takes you to a booth, richie hums behind you with amusement laced into his voice. "ohh, okay. okay. i understand now." you look at him, "what?" but he shakes his head. "nothing." "tell me." "no. forget about it." "forget about what? tell me." you insist. richie's pushing up his glasses and staring at the menu, grinning. "it's not important." "-just tell me!" you hiss. richie pushes his menu down and looks at you cockily. "obviously you haven't had great sex yet."

you blink, staring at him in shock. this stranger, who you met hours ago, is telling you that you haven't had good sex yet? you scowl, "yes i have." you snap.

he laughs, looking at the menu still. "no you haven't."

you accidentally project your next words loudly, "it just so happens that i have had plenty of good sex."

it goes silent at the diner, all the eyes on you. the waiters and workers stare, the other patrons watching with wide eyes as richie just grins at you. you feel yourself go red with embarrassment. what is it about this kid that gets you so mad?

richie seems unphased. "well, with who?" he asks. you mutter, "whom." to correct him, and so he folds his hands and tries again, "with whom are you having this fantastic sex?" "i'm not telling you that." "fine, don't tell me." richie says with a shrug, reading over the menu once again. you study his face, the light smirk that seems to be plastered onto his lips permanently; the freckles over his cheeks, forehead and nose. something about him makes you feel like you have to prove yourself. "shel gordon." you say after a moment.

"shel? sheldon?" he asks, eyes dark blue as they lock with yours. he laughs, "no, no, you didn't have great sex with sheldon."

"fuck you." you spit. he's still chuckling as he says, "no, no. sheldon can do your income taxes. if you need a root canal, sheldon's your man. but humping and pumping is not sheldon's strong suit." you wrinkle your nose at his vulgar language. "it's the name. 'do it to me sheldon, oh, you're an animal 'sheldon.' it doesn't work." he says, moaning loudly and making you red. you swat him and he laughs.

you're furious, but the waitress shows up and asks for your orders. "hiya doll, i'll have the number three, please." richie orders. the waitress looks at you. you smile, "i'd like the chef salad please with the oil and vinegar on the side and the apple pie a la mode. but if possible, i'd like the pie heated and i don't want the ice cream on top i want it on the side. and i'd like strawberry instead of vanilla if you have it? if not then no ice cream, just whipped cream - but only if it's real. if it's out of a can then nothing."

the waitress looks at you and you can feel richie's eyes on you in the silence following your order. "not even the pie?" she asks, while writing. you shake your head, "no, just the pie, but then not heated.” she looks at you slightly but nods, "noted, coming right up."

you look at richie, "what?" you ask as he stares at you. he shakes his head, "nothing, nothing. so how come you broke up with this sheldon?" he asks.

you stare at him, irritated and regretting agreeing to this road trip. "how you know we broke up?" you say. richie grins, "because if you didn't break up, you wouldn't be here with me, you'd be off boning with sheldon the wonder-schlong." "richie."

the next moment you know you shouldn't have agreed to this is an hour later, back on the road. you can feel richie's eyes burning into your head, so you stop singing.

"you should probably keep your eyes on the road." you suggest lightly, making the boy crack a smirk. "you're a very attractive person." he says earnestly. you look back down to the map in your hands, "thank you."

"amanda never said how attractive you were." richie says, as if he's just saying whatever he's thinking. "well maybe she doesn't think i'm attractive." you say with a shrug.

richie hums,"i don't think it's a matter of opinion," you can't help the butterflies in your chest at the compliment. "y'know, like...empirically you're attractive."

you frown, distrustful that richie's being so flirty with his girlfriend's friend. "amanda is my friend." you say.

richie looks at you with a tilt of the head, "yeah, so?" "-so, you're going with her." "so?" you scowl, "so you're coming on to me!"

richie's eyebrows shoot up and he looks defensive, "no i wasn't- what?" you're unimpressed, eyes widening and jaw dropping. this boy is full of shit, and the smirk on his face proves it. you don't think you're much of a big fan of this richie kid.

"can't a man say a woman is attractive without it being a come-on?" he asks with a blindingly charming smile that makes you glare. "-alright, alright, let's just say just for the sake of argument that it was a come-on. what do you want me to do about it? i take it back, okay? i take it back."

you cross your arms, staring out the window. "you can't take it back." richie groans, "why not?" "because it's already out there." "oh god, what are we suppose to do, call the cops? it's already out there!" he yelps, swerving on the road and making you grip your seat. "just let it lie, okay?" you say, annoyed. "great! let it lie. that's my policy. that's what i always say, let it lie." richie mutters, and you shoot him a glance before looking back at the rolling greenery outside the window. it's quiet for a moment, then, "wanna spend the night at a motel?"

your jaw drops, richie beating you to speaking as he laughs at your reaction. he finds it so funny, but all you do is glare. asshole. "see what i did? i didn't let it lie." "richie." you say. "i said i wouldn't and i didn't." he adds. "richie."

"in fact, i went the other way, i-" you cut richie off, "richie!" he looks at you, "what?" you shake your head, huffing. "we're just going to be friends, okay?"

"fine by me. friends, it's the best thing. " he says.

it's silent for ten more minutes, and you almost get to sleep until you're jolted awake by a voice you've been forced to listen two for six hours straight. "-you realize, of course, that we can never be friends."

his words, while irritating beyond belief, do capture your attention. "and why not?" you say.

he swallows. "what I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form - is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.”

its silent for a second as you take in the stupidity of his words. "jesus, richie. that's not true, i have a number of men friends and there's no sex involved.”

“no you don't.” he says matter-of-factly. you scowl, "yes i do.”

“no you don't.” “yes i do.” "you only think you do.”

"you're saying i'm having sex with these men without my knowledge?" you sass, rolling your eyes so hard it hurts. richie huffs a short laugh, "no, what i'm saying is they all want to have sex with you."

you wrinkle your nose. "they do not. that's really disgusting." "maybe it is, but it’s true." "they do not!" you insist, turning in your seat to stare at him. "do too." your jaw goes slack and you narrow your eyes, "how do you know?"

"because. no man can be friends with a woman he finds attractive - he always wants to have sex with her."

you feel like punching him in the face. "so you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive." you say, feeling disgusted by his sexism. "we- uh, you pretty much wanna nail 'em too."

you groan, "well what if the women don't want to have sex with you?" you say. "well, sure. but it's still ruined because the sex thing is already out there so the friendship is ultimately doomed and that’s the end of the story. men are very stupid and painfully simple creatures."

"well i guess we're not going to be friends then." you snap, turning to look back out the window. he's such a fucking douche, you can't believe you're trapped in this car with him for ten more hours.

"guess not." he mutters.

you sigh, "that's too bad. you're the only person i knew in new york."

you slept for eight of the ten hours left, and when you’re unloading richie's luggage from your car in front of a small apartment, he nudges you slightly. you look up at him as he towers above you, raising a brow. you hate to admit it, but this asshole is awfully cute when he’s not being the devil.

"thanks for the ride." he says with a soft smile.

you nod, "yeah, it was... interesting." you say. he smiles, "it was nice knowing you." he offers his hand out to you, and you grip it, his hand warm and rough in yours. "yeah." is all you can say.

richie steps away, grabbing his things. "well... have a nice life." you say as you get back into the car.

"you too, y/n."

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yeoldontknow · 3 years ago

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დ content tag game დ

tagged by the loveliest angel @augustbutwinter to do this fun tag. thank you so much my love!

1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)? - harry potter, muse, merlin, supernatural, doctor who, sherlock

2. what fandoms are you currently writing for? - kpop only

3. how long have you been writing? on this blog? - my first actual fanfic would have been when i was about 8? it was for sailor moon but it was literally only in a journal i had. i presume that counts. so that would put us at 24 years lmao - on this blog specifically, since april 2017

4. on which platforms do you post your stories? - here and AO3

5. what is your favourite genre to write? - aaaaangst lmao and horror/suspense. i love really dark things, and have always had a fascination in writing things that disturb me? i think its from an analytical or psychological perspective, exploring the limits of humanity and processing for myself why these things make me uncomfortable/where i feel them on my body/what is fear vs disgust idk. also very much enjoy fantasy/supernatural.

6. are you a pantser or a planner? - almost always i have a plan, however there are some fics that come out of nowhere and i just have to write them. examples of this are enough and love; always

7. one shot or multi-chapter? - i usually try very hard to keep things as a one shot, and reserve series for things that actually have substance enough to extend past 3 chapters. lately, all my ideas have been very plot heavy or come from worlds i am very interested in exploring and/or have aspects of emotion i want to work through. if i cant keep it to a one shot (like...under 30k) i will make it a series and ill be angry at myself lmao

8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion? - anywhere from 5-9k is a solid, average chapter length for me. some chapters, in hero for example, need to be more than this because theyre the heavy plot chapters. i have been trying not to focus on lengths anymore, just want to write until the story is told

9. what is your longest published story? is it complete? - the longest story ive ever written is 154k in a different fandom and yes its complete. at the moment, hero is breaching 98k and i imagine it will be my longest when its completed

10. which story did you enjoy working on the most? - when it comes to series, hero and time runner will, and always will be, the most special things ive ever done. i feel at home and myself when im writing them. im in love with writing them. the ideas are so strong, and the characters are so loud and clearly defined it just is the best time making art ive ever had. - for one shots, light sakura was truly catharsis. i needed to write that. its the most personal, vulnerable thing ive ever written and will probably never produce something like that again unless theres another major event in my life. also absolutely adored writing molotov cocktail and empty vessels. those are both the easiest 30k ive ever produced

11. favourite request you’ve have written and why (if any?) - brooklyn is burning was technically a request and im extremely partial to it

12. are there reoccurring themes in your stories? - oh yeah. usually my female characters are working through bad relationships or finding their voices, seeking identity and power in worlds that dont necessarily provide that. i write what i feel and what ive lived, the worlds around the characters are just exaggerations of reality and my imagination. theres always a little piece of me in my stories, and usually that piece comes down to them learning to trust which is something i struggle with

13. current number of wips? - please i cannot share this number, not when im ashamed of the amount lmao

14. three things you have noticed about your own writing? 1. smut is insanely hard for me 2. fluff is almost impossible, and could be considered my weakness. happiness is an external feeling, an outward experience. im a very bodied writer and finding joy or finding small bits of romance is difficult (largely because i live alone) so i will over explain aspects of the idol character or highlight small actions in the effort of holding onto them 3. i am still learning to trust the process

15. a quote you like from a published story.

‘Don’t confuse loyalty with strength,’ you say, as he releases you. You remain still, forehead pressing against the bars to get as close to him as possible. ‘I have no allegiance to you. My silence is not owed to you.’

‘Really?’ he says with disdain. ‘It was given so freely the last two days.’

‘Your ignorance proves you have never truly known a woman,’ you taunt. ‘We are always at war, even if we are silent.’

- from: hero - chapter 3

16. a quote from an unpublished story.

Would it have been easier for you both to survive if you could be a needy, fragile little thing - not ready to die, not ready to leave him on his own?

The night before, Chanyeol held you close, kissed you until your throat felt raw, and made you realize he didn’t want it, didn’t need it. He loved the war in you, handled you like a blade between his fingers, skin unmarred by your sharp edges. He didn’t want it, but you wanted it, at least a little. You wanted him to know there were still traces inside you of the girl you lost.

from: time runner - chapter 7

17. space for you to say something to your readers.

hello beautiful loves. every moment you even click on one of my works an angel gets its wings <3

tagging: @yehet-me-up @kyungseokie @jenmyeons @j-pping @jamaisjoons @yoonia @kithtaehyung @inkedtae @kookdiaries @kookingtae @xiaokoo @sunshinekims @biaswreckingfics @ditzymax @sugaurora @bangtanhome @yeojaa @sahmfanficbts @xjoonchildx @writtenwhalien @jinpanman @cutechim and anyone else who would like to do this <3 as always please only do so if comfy!

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moss-lyman · 4 years ago

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If you’re taking prompts and are ever in the mood, I’d love some post series j/d + ‘feeling insecure’

Also I’ve just ripped through everything you’ve posted on AO3 and I wanted to say thank you for writing and for doing it for free you’re a goddamn icon 😭

thank you so much for these kind words! it’s crazy to me that people actually read and care about what I write 🥺 the west wing fandom isn’t big by any means, but you guys have really shown me a lot of love and I really appreciate it! 💛

here’s a little bit set post-series. :)

Josh looks over at Donna as their driver takes them home and he nudges her shoulder. “You’re quiet today.” She doesn’t acknowledge him so he nudges her again. “Donna?”

“Hm?” she asks, turning finally to look at him.

“You okay?”

She goes back to staring out the window and sighs. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just a long day.”

Josh frowns. “How’d the meeting with the women’s caucus go?”

She huffs out a laugh, but Josh knows she’s not actually amused. “Well, do you wanna hear about how Helen is a disappointing First Lady or how I’m a worthless chief of staff?”

“What? Who said that to you?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter,” he urges and he grabs her hand to draw her attention away from the window. “It absolutely does matter. Who the hell said that to you?”

Donna stares at their joined hands and moves her thumb errantly over his knuckles. “Maybe they’re right. Maybe Helen was wrong in picking me.”

“No,” he says firmly and moves her chin up so he can see her face. “Don’t talk like that. Those women... they’re mostly conservative which makes them mostly addle minded anyway. They don’t get to set the First Lady’s agenda. You do. And the caucus will be lucky if you give them a heads up first. You know that’s how we run things.”

“But Josh, I’m not established like I should be. Most congresspeople still see me as your assistant. They’re more worried about what you’re doing than what I have to say. It’s just...” She sighs and puts on her brave face. “It’s fine. It was just a long day is all,” she finishes lamely, wanting to drop the conversation completely.

Josh pulls her into his side and rubs her shoulder, putting his mouth right by her ear. “You are capable. You’re smart, you’re savvy, you’re quick on your feet, you’re always calm and insanely organized. You are meant to do this job,” he murmurs, his tone soft, but firm, and she sniffs a little. “I can’t even put into words how proud I am of you. You amaze me. Every single day, Donna. Do not let those awful women demean you. You’re right where you’re supposed to be. I know it.”

Donna sniffs again and plays with a frayed string on his dress shirt. “How are you so sure?”

“What do you mean how am I sure? You were my chief of staff for 7 years.”

“That’s not the same.”

“Isn’t it?” he argues. “I mean, you corralled Congress and you organized everything like you do in Mrs. Santos’ life. You made big plays and took meetings with important people.”

“I didn’t make policy.”

“Donna, you sat on the budget meetings.”

“Which led to a government shut down.”

“Because of the republicans!” he exclaims. “Not because you weren’t adequate. Leo himself believed in you and your capabilities, babe. I mean, I can’t really give you higher validation than that.” She sighs and tucks into him a little more, so he kisses her forehead. “If it means anything... I believe in you, too.”

She takes her head off his shoulder and gives him a small smile, her eyes a little red from holding back frustrated tears. “It does,” she assures quietly.

Josh leans down and gives her a sweet kiss. “You’re doing an incredible job. Don’t let them ruin your hard work.”

“You really think so?”

“Yes,” he murmurs and gives her another kiss before settling her in the crook of his arm. “Take a page from my book and yell a little next time.”

“I’m a refined woman. I don’t yell.”

“You yell at me all the time.”

“I firmly admonish you for leaving your clothes everywhere. I don’t yell.”

“Pretend they’re me then. Don’t sugarcoat anything with Congress. They’re annoying little sycophants. They have no say in how you run the First Lady’s office. You’re the boss.”

Donna sniffs again and let’s out a long exhale as Josh continues to rub her shoulder. She was feeling defeated all day long. Nothing was going right, she got called names, and she’d been feeling like a total failure - ready to throw in the towel completely and give Mrs. Santos her resignation. It’s weird and also insanely wonderful that Josh can make her mood do a total 180. The tension and fear snarling in her stomach has all but dissipated, and she feels ready to go back to work tomorrow.

“When did you get so good at pep talks?”

“I’m a man of the people,” he quips.

“You hate people.”

“Yeah, well, you’re the exception.”

She stares at their linked hands in his lap and wonders what she did to deserve such a sweet man. “Thank you,” she murmurs, getting emotional for a different reason, and he brings their hands to his lips so he can kiss hers. “I couldn’t do this without you.”

He smiles and holds their hands against his chest. “Yes you could,” he assures, completely confident in her capabilities. “But I plan on being there regardless. I love watching you take over the world.”

“I don’t know about that,” she says, sitting up as the driver pulls in front of their building. “I think I’ll just focus on the east wing for now.”

She moves to get out of the car, but he stops her. “Hey,” he murmurs, pulling a little on her hand. She looks back at him and he’s glad to see all signs of distress gone. “I just wanna say that I am... so incredibly beyond proud of you. And I know I don’t tell you enough, but I am.” She tilts her head as her eyes turn glassy, but he holds steady. “I knew after that very first day that you would go places and I just feel very lucky that I get to be the guy behind you who cheers you on.”

She doesn’t get a word out before she surges forward and wraps her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly as more happy tears slip down her cheeks.

“I love you so much,” he whispers after a moment and moves back to rest his forehead against hers, bringing his thumbs up to wipe her tears away, and kissing her on the forehead.

Her laugh comes out a little watery as she leans back from him completely to flip her hair off her shoulder and wipe the mascara runs from her eyes.

“You got me all gross,” she complains and sniffs again, but Josh doesn’t care.

“Come here,” he murmurs and brings her forward to press his lips to hers. He vaguely hears their agents getting antsy as they sit in the car with Donna’s door open, so he keeps it short and sweet. “You’re beautiful. And smart and capable. Dont ever let anyone tell you otherwise, alright? And if they do, just send ‘em my way.”

“Josh,” she admonishes, but her smile is bright as she finally steps out of the car, much to the secret service’s approval, and meets him in front, taking his hand again.

“You know, everyone always says the White House is like the mob. Just say the word, Donna. They’ll never trace it back.”

She laughs outright at that and nudges him with her shoulder. “You’d put a hit out for me?” she asks, lilting her voice to mimick pure adoration. Like he just gave her 100 red roses.

“I would do considerably more than that,” he answers honestly, walking through the main door of their building. “Nothing’s off the table.”

“You’re very sweet,” she says, holding onto his bicep as he leads her up to their apartment. “And a little ridiculous.”

“I’m a man of many talents.”

She hums in agreement and gets in front of him so she can pull him along by his tie. “That you are,” she murmurs, her bad mood completely forgotten as she draws him into the apartment, the front door closing just as she gets his lips on hers. “Show me some more.”

#my fic #josh x donna #the west wing

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obscure-imagines · 5 years ago

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(slasher warning, read at your own risk)

-you’re hired as a nanny (this is a given)

-He likes you on sight and his parents leave the next day

-it starts with small thing, pieces of your clothing going missing

-but then also there starts to be jewelry showing up?

-a pretty pearl necklace on your pillow, a ring on the counter when you get out of the shower...

-they’re family heirlooms of course and you tell the doll not to keep bringing you the ‘gifts’ because his mom would get upset

-you’re not as scared of the idea of the doll being alive as he assumed you would be

-but you were always good to him/the doll so he had no reason to throw tantrums

-one day you’re sick and can’t go ‘wake up’ the doll

-you’re shocked when there’s a knock on your door and a note is slipped under that reads ‘i made you your favourite’ after getting some courage you open the door and find a sandwich

-you’re so shook and go and get the doll and read to him while cuddled in bed

-he sits in the walls and listens to your read and feels bad that you’re sick

-he knows that sometimes when he’s sick, a shower is nice (even though he generally hates showers, they make him feel a little bit better)

-and he’s a perv so he’s super down for recommending you shower

-so when you go to put the sandwich plate in the kitchen, he calls you on the telephone and suggests it then hangs up

-you’re once more, quite shook. so you leave the doll and trudge to the shower

-it does make you feel better

-Brahms is so tempted to get you to go to the attic so he can lock you inside and generally be a nuisance, but you’re sick so he doesn’t

-he wants a cuddle so bad

-he wonders if you want a cuddle

-wonders if it would make you feel better

-so he calls you again (after you’ve tucked the doll in bed for sleep) and asks “want a cuddle?”

-it’s kind of odd and you’re like “i don’t want to get you sick Brahms.” but then realize it’s a bloody doll so you dont even wait for a response, you just get up and go to Brahms’s room and get the doll

-when you get back to your room, Brahms is there. the real Brahms

-standing with his mask and his cardigan and wife beater shirt

-you’re freaked

-i mean, chances are you run, and if you do, Big boy chases you and wraps his arms around you from behind

-carries you back to your room (you might be kicking and screaming, it doesn’t matter, this is BRAHMS we’re talking about)

- “you’re sick.” he reminds you, as if this will make you conserve your energy and stop fighting him, “i’m a good boy.” he says for good measure

-he sets you down on the bed and backs off, holding up his hands, hunching over, trying to be small even though he’s huge

-he blocks the door

-you realize pretty quick that he’s Brahms

-and you remember he asked for a cuddle

-”do... do you want a cuddle Brahms?” you’d ask, realizing that this will be the right way to talk with him

-he nods, looking down as if he’s bashful, although the would-be-blush doesn't reach the porcelain cheeks of the mask he’s wearing

-you are HIGHLY aware that this is a 28 year old dude with a doll mask who seems to have been living in the bloody walls

-but if you’re reading this, i’m guessing you’re open minded and have seen a few horror movies and would know how to act for self preservation

-you’re going to cuddle the shit out of this boy so he doesn’t kill you

-is he a murderer? you have no idea as you make room for him on the bed, but he’s definitely scary

-he big

-making room for him and having to pat the bed, he’s being oddly shy about it all

- “come on Brahms.” you’d have to coax

-he comes and lays down and tries to touch or kiss you but you’d have to tut him and tell him to turn around

-making the six foot, hairy wall boy you’re small spoon is the ultimate power move

-and he kind of loves it?

-he falls asleep pretty quick but if you so much as TRY to take your arm away from being around him, his grip on your wrist tightens.

-yeah you’d be stuck there the whole night

-he’s awake before you the next morning and just states “breakfast”

-and you realize he legitimately expects you to follow the schedule and be his nanny

-“i’ll go make us breakfast but you have to let go of my wrist Brahms.” you tell him

-he lets go of you and sits up and watches you leave the room

-after a moment you can hear him following you

-boy has loud footsteps cuz he bIG

-he lurks while you make breakfast

-and when i say lurk, i mean, you could turn around from grabbing plates and almost run smack into him because he’s just there

-he loves looking down at you because he’s so tall

-follows you around

-you have to do the entire schedule and he follows you the whole day

-he gets bored easily now that he’s out of the walls

-two minutes into listening to music and he wants to dance with you

-he just sort of grabs you and pulls you to his chest

-at this point, you’ve cuddled for a whole night with this guy who just showed up, and made him breakfast and now you’re slow dancing with him

-he’s hairy and gorgeous? and you’re shook?

-he’s looking down at you the whole time and he can feel it in your stance when you relax

-”kiss.” he states, you know, as one does

-“a kiss is for bedtime Brahms.” you’d have to remind him

-he pouts, this is the first time you see him tantruming in person

-straight up throws a chair across the room, arms crossed over his chest, angry baby

-you’d have to console him

-”Kiss.” he states again

-this would be the moment where you’d have to accept his shit

-with a sigh, you’d soften a little, “only good boys get kisses.”

-”i’m a good boy.” he’d insist

-”good boys don’t throw chairs.”

-he’d look at the knocked over chair with shame and walk towards it with slumped shoulders, pick it up and drag it loudly back to where it’s supposed to be

-then he’d look at you

-he’s sort of patient as he waits for you to come give him a kiss

-it’s odd to kiss the mask and as soon as you try to pull away he goes to grab you and follow your lips, he’d let you go after a little

-the day continues and at dinner he wants to sit next to you, so when you come into the room for food, he’s gotten rid of all the chairs expect his own and one directly next to it

-he just stares at you, like the fucker that he is

-eating dinner in silence

-kind of awkward at first

-trying to tuck him into the Brahms bedroom bed will fail

-you can try all you want but he’s going to get up and follow you to your room

-you’d have to accept it

-he’d stand in your doorway until you invite him to the bed

-he would stand there all night, don’t test him, he’ll fucking do it

-at the start it would be wise to get him to always be the small spoon until you’re dtf, because if he’s behind you... yeah.... he’s going to hump the shit out of you, like, is this a surprise?

-you’d start to get used to it

-he tries to be good, tries to help you accept him

-he always wants to be touching you

-it gets to a point where he’ll follow you through the house, holding onto your hand

-big hand holder baby

-gets upset when you have to put his hand down to cook

-you’d have to come up with the compromise of him standing behind you while you cook, it’s kind of pleasant having him standing right behind you while you cook? or at least, you get used to it

-but don’t move too much while he’s standing behind you, because the moment you rub up against him, he’s a gonner

-the first night you want to cuddle against his chest he almost dies from it being so soft

-he’s so stiff under you because boy doesn’t know how to properly cuddle

-if you played with his chest hair he’d nut

-well, not literally, but uhh... yeah, blue-balls-ing this boy is not a good idea

-the biggest whiney baby

-(ok now onto once you’re together)

-so boy likes his schedule

-but now that you’re together, he also has to add some extracurriculars

-sex. we’re talking sex

-he’s horny as fuck

-he likes you having control leading up to stuff, and he likes to please but at the end of the day... Brahms is all about Brahms

-but he’s not into you getting yourself off if he hasn’t made you cum, so boy learns he likes eating more than PB and J’s ;)

-but nah he’s not huge into that, he likes being inside of you

-cockwarming while cuddling

-he likes to bath or shower with you, likes watching you wash him and his dusty wall boi bod

-he’s huge on saying he loves you

-he never wants you to leave

-he’s super weird with anyone who brings groceries

-like, if anyone is in the house he hides but you know if the person in the house so much as touches you... Brahms likes to break through walls and show them who’s boss

-honestly, what’s with him breaking through walls, and why is it so sexy?

-trying to find a painting big enough to cover a Brahms sized hole in the wall is super tough post tantrum

-he likes it when you play with his hair

-he doesn’t talk much

-he loves slow dancing with you

-he likes the way your name sounds on his lips when he does speak

-he loves it when you give him nicknames like Brahmsy

-loves being the goodest boy

-reaches for things for you from the top shelf

-yeah, thats about as much as he’s going to do to assist you in the kitchen

-i mean, you could try to find a way to convince him to help out more

-he’ll work a little for sex, maybe wash a dish or two but mostly he pouts if you’re holding out on him

-”don’t you love me?” (boy likes to be purposefully ignorant and pretend that sex=love and therefore no sex = no love)

-it’s a big house so there’s usually something to do

-he likes it when you read out loud to him, but he won’t just sit and read himself because he’s a BRAT

-mask stays on during sex unless he’s feeling really warm and fuzzy about you

-there’s something kinda hot about him panting in that mask tho

-but yeah, if the mask comes off he likes to mark you up because he’s a possessive little shit

-he likes to be called good boy during sex

-super praise kink with this guy

-he loves hearing you make sounds

-he’s super whiney too tho

-what an absolute baby

-you’d never have to worry about him leaving or cheating or anything because he is all consumed by you

-you’d just never have to worry about him not showing enough love

-maybe you should worry about it being too much love though tbh

-nah, no such thing, we should all just cuddle this baby

#brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire imagine #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire hc #hc #the boy #the boy imagine #brahms the boy #the boy brahms #the boy brahms imagine #the boy brahms hc #james russell #slasher #horror #slasher baby

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criminally--reid · 5 years ago

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Go Home, Spencer

Warnings: er smut? Fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, yaknow; also not rlly edited n kinda rushed but like whatever :/

Pairing: spencer reid x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k (1,268)

(authors note at the end if ur down I guess. kinda important i guess i dunno)

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“Mmmh, j-jesus fuck! Nnng so- fuck! So fucking good. Holy shit-”

Buzz Buzz Buzz

An incoming phone call interrupts you. You pause your video and answer the call from Morgan telling you to check on Reid. He hadn’t been quite the same since he went through everything with the last couple cases. You slip on a t-shirt and shorts and hop in your car to head to the office.

“Everything okay, Spence?” He’s in the meeting room, whiteboards covered in chicken scratch, cork boards covered in pictures upon pictures of crime scene photos.

“No.. No it’s not okay. I- I- I don’t understand how I didn’t see it-”

“Wha- what are you talking about?”

He runs his hands up his face and into his hair as he storms off to the break room; me hot on his trail.

“I can’t believe I had the initial profile wrong. I was so certain I knew, but he killed again. I thought I had it right; thought I knew.”

“Spence, we caught the guy. It’s over-"

"We could have caught him sooner."

"Spence, it's done. It’s friday. You can go home. For once, stop profiling and enjoy yourself.”

“I can’t just stop profiling. It’s what I do all day, everyday. I’d have to turn my brain off to quit. Like right now, you’re eager to get home. Not to someone, but something. You’re a bit fidgety. radiating an insane amount of body heat. I’m guessing you were watching porn before Morgan called-”

“I didn’t ask you to start profiling me, Spencer, and how’d you know Morgan called?”

“Merely observation…and Derek’s always the one that calls.” he continues, stepping closer.

“Spence-”

“You told me to enjoy myself... I’m about to.” He steps even closer so his front is flush with mine. I have trouble meeting his stern gaze until he places two fingers under yourchin, forcing eye contact. “Tell me, Y/N, was I right?” I nod yourhead and look away. “Not talking now are we? Words.”

“Yeah, Spence, you're right.”

A grim smile creeps across his face accompanied by an almost sarcastic laugh; a mix between a scoff and a chuckle. “Spence? Seriously. I put so much effort and time; blood, sweat, and tears into earning a doctorate for everyone to call me Spence? Or spencer? Reid? No one respects my title, huh. I go above and beyond so I get the doctor respect, but still nothing.”

“I- no- of course we do. This team would be nothing without you. We- we know how hard you work, Spen-"

“Turn around.” you do as he says, turning around and gripping the edge of the large wooden table that sits in the middle of the room. He runs his hands up you back and around your neck, pulling your ear closer to his mouth. “What was it about?”

“Wha-”

“The video. What was it about?”

“Uh- i-it was, uhm, a- a boss and his uh employee..”

Spencer lets out a sinister yet somehow innocent laugh. “That excites you? You dirty girl. Is that something you think about a lot? Fucking whoever’s in charge of you at work?” You hesitate before slowly nodding your head. “I hope a co-worker can fulfill your fantasies.” He snakes his opposite hand down to plant a firm slap on your ass, eliciting a moan from your chapstick-coated lips.

He unwraveles his arm from around you and drops down to his knees behind you; taking your shorts down with him, revealing that you have no underwear on.

“No panties…” he whispers almost to himself. Excitement swells inside you as well as on the surface of your skin as he peppers open-mouthed kisses all over the back of your thighs, getting everso closer to your heat. He pries your legs open, and you let out slow, deep, shaky breaths in response. They soon become shallow - almost nonexistent - as he slip stwo fingers inside you. “So wet,” he snickers. He quickens his pace with each thrust, and you're a mess in no time.

“S-spencer,” you choke out.

Another harsh slap on your ass. “Who?”

“Dr. Reid.. please..”

“Please what?” He quickens his fingers, rendering you almost speechless.

“Fu-fuck me, Dr. Reid, please.’’

Immediately, he stops in his tracks and removes his fingers; an empty feeling washing over you. He stands up, his front flush with yourback and you can feel his bulge pressing up against your thigh, through his pants. “Open,” he says, and you part your lips allowing his fingers to dance inside, coating your tongue with your own juices.

“Good girl.”

You hear the sound of him undoing his belt followed by his suit pants hitting the floor. You spread your legs slightly, more than ready for him. The tip of his length makes contact with your slick folds and your insides tighten up automatically. “S- Doctor, please.”

“As you wish.”

He slips inside easily, and you feel full once again. He goes agonizingly slow; torturing you. Slow, long strokes, filling you to your hilt; then all the way out and back in again.

“Doctor Reid, faster, plea- ohmygod!”

“Shti! So fucking tight.”

The sound of his thighs hitting the back of your slick ones fills and echoes through the room. A harsh slap on your ass followed by a squeal adds to the audible pleasure. He removes his hands from your hips to tangle one into your hair and the other one snaking around your front to rub hellish circles on your clit. You collapse onto the table - putty in his hands; an absolute moaning mess. The knot that began before you got there returning full-force, threatening to unwind. You clench around his length, trying to hold back your orgasm and relish in the immense pleasure. But all too soon, the floodgates are threatening to open; aching for release.

“Mmh- you gonna cum for me?” Spencer breathes out from behind you, his pace ruthless and steady.

“Mmfuck, Spence- yes.”

His grip tightens in your hair, and he pulls your head back - ear level with his mouth as he lowly taunts, “How do we ask nicely?”

“Doctor Reid,, plea- fuck! Please.. Can I cum, please?- S-so fucking good. Spencer... please?”

“Cum,” he whispers in yourear; sending shivers down your spine. Almost instinctively, you clench around him and your juices explode. An uncontrollable, high-pitched cry leaving your mouth as anticipation finally reached its apex.

A few more strokes and Spencer pulls out and finishes on yourlower back, leaving you with an aching empty feeling once again. His hands falling on either side of you holding him up. Both of us panting like race dogs. He stands up - putting some space between you and him - allowing you to turn around and admire the sight in front of you: A wild Spencer, glistening with post-sex sweat, dressed in nothing but a haphazardly buttoned beige button-up, running his fingers through his sweat-dampened hair.

You both hurry to throw your clothes back on.

“So…” Spencer starts.

“That was.. -”

“Yeah, it was.” Spencer attempts to sputter out a sentence, and you both laugh at his failure.

“Listen, I- uh.. Okay,” you laugh. “Go home, pretty boy. Enjoy the rest of your weekend, and don’t even think about this place until Monday.”

He stands in front of you once again, your back up against the table, his hands lightly resting on your sides. “I think I’ve had enough fun in the last hour to last you the rest of the weekend. Given that, I’m obligated to come back tomorrow.”

“Jesus Christ, Reid.” you chuckle, and he joins in.

“Fine. Monday.” He places a kiss to your forehead, grabs his cross-body bag, and heads to the door. A quick wink, and he’s out of yoursight all too soon.

“Monday,” you whisper lowly to yourself, and smile like a total loon all the way back to your car.

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a.n.: ok so like this isn't rlly edited but whatever I already said that akajak

the thing is, I have a few more of these already written (that I should actually prob look over n edit). But I cant decide if I should try harder to make them a series or not. The story lines VAGUELY run together, but like I references different seasons of spencer?? like does that matter ?? or? Maybe it could just be like an analogous series bcos the plots kinda make sense individually.. eye dunno bbies,, gimme ur opinion if ur reading this :)

Also,, lemme know ur opinion on the spacing. I feel like this.is too far apart, but i feel like if i dont double space or whatever, the words will get jumbled up and it'll be harder to read? It is for me at least.. lemme know what yall prefer

Ok so I made the spacing smaller. I feel like it's hard to read but maybe I'm just an idiot:/ lemme know uwu

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #cm #criminal minds #smut #fanfiction #x reader #self insert #mgg #matthew gray gubler #derek morgan #penelope garcia #jj jereau #jennifer jereau #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #david rossi #jason gideon

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tt205 · 4 years ago

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You have a crush on WANG?![1/?]

WANG YIBO × READER HAPPY POTTER AU!

Request: could you do Yibo x You au? The houses don't matter , something cliche like "yibo cool guy and sweet girl " where yibo realizes he really likes her , something like that . [ I dont have your permission to put your name here but if you want me to I will upload your name in another post for the credits ]

WARNINGS: none just my bad English and maybe a kiss or two nothing too much .. pretty fluffy pretty cute ~ somewhat relatable I could say

Classmates to lovers

It was your 6th year in Hogwarts when you first started realizing your feelings for Wang Yibo , a young witcher from Slytherin.

You always did think of him as someone cute and lovable , but his somehow frigid image made you keep your feelings low for him .

You shared a couple of classes together and even thought he'd never talked to you , apart from greeting you , you had a familiarity among each other.

Two weeks have passed since the day you first threw your eyes on him in a different way & now you can't take him out of your mind.

Staring at his handsome face made your heart skipping a beat .

You rested your head on your right hand looking towards him without shame . "Ahh" you sighed making Hermione shake you out of your lovey-dovey dreamland

" What on the bloody hell are you doing y/n? Stop staring on Wang and pay attention to the lesson !" She half whispered half yelled to you making professor Snape glare at you two .

You bowed your head apologizing as you straightened in your seat, gaining your composure.

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Soon enough the bell rang and the next second you where out of the boring classroom.

Looking down to your things you realized you left your book back

"Stay here for a moment Mione I'm heading back in , I'll be quick " you told her before increasing your pace through the hallways.

Not paying attention to your surroundings you entered the door only to come in contact with a strong torso.

You looked upwords to the person in front of you only to meet with the eyes of your heart shaker Wang Yibo.

"Are you ok ? " he asked , lowering his head to your height

"I'm so sorry , I'll be careful next time" you bowed your head avoiding his eyes , your cheeks turning a deep shade of red as you made your way in grabbing your book and running your way out .

You rushed to the garden , meeting Hermione which was talking with Draco and Harry.

"You wont believe what happened!" You shouted to them , your breath unstable from all the running.

The three of them turned to you giving you a knowledgeable look while opening their 'circle' for you to enter .

You sat there hiding your head in your hands the embarrassing moment flashing in your head again and again .

"I bumped onto Wang Yibo" you said in a low tone regretting the moment you left your book in class

" What's the big deal with that Y/n ?" Harry asked concerned " he looks like a good guy " he continued.

"She has a crush on him you dumbo!" Hermione slapped him on the shoulder.

Draco's eye widened "you like WANG YIBO?" he screamed making Mione shut his mouth with a quick spell .

'Mmmmmm!' Draco complained but no one pitied him ... all of sudden you heard quick footsteps coming to your spot and turning around you saw Ron with a stuffed mouth full of candies and a bag full of them in one hand too.

"SINCE WHEN DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON WANG Y/N" he asked , some syllables muffled in between .

"Where did you hear that Ron Weasley?" You asked panicking ,

"Em .. I guess the whole school knows is it now thanks to this screaming crackhead" he answered pointing to Draco .

" MALFOY IM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS AND FEED YOU TO A DRAGON !" you shouted falling back to the floor not caring about how dusty your cloak will be after this .

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Days passed by with you skipping the classes you had with Yibo , too embarrassed to meet him now that half and more of the students number knew your feelings towards him .

Some of the Slytherin's members teased you about it at first but Draco was there to cut it short .. it was the least he could do as an apology .

You were so frustrated and sad you didn't have the energy to even go have breakfast , just attending some classes , studying and then straight to sleep .

Someone would say that this wasn't a big deal but having your parents working at the ministry of magic and his been death eaters , it wasn't ideal .. if your parents knew about your feelings towards him you were dead .

Today is Saturday < a good day to go have a butter beer > said Hermione.

You didn't want to go there too tired to even pick up your wand but they dragged you there .

And here you are sitting in one of the 'Three Brooms ' table with your stupid friends in each side of yours .

Half an hour has passed since you arrived here and the 5 of you have ate a bunch of things while chatting about the week that passed and other random information. You feel someone behind you and at the same time Draco sits up to greet him .

"Hey Wang what's up?" He asks and your blood freezes. You grab Hermione's hand under the table and she gives you a reassuring smile , motioning for you to greed him and that's what you do .

Yibo shakes your hand before hugging you slightly "may I have a brief moment with you y/n?" He whispers in your ear and he is close , the smell of his cologne feeling your lungs making you lightheaded along with a sweet smile he gives you .

You nod your head moving off your seat and smoothing your clothes on the go , breath stuck in your throat.

He moves a hand behind your lower back moving you in the hallway that leads in the toilets. "I -i " he begins but cuts himself in between something bothering him "Would you like ehm- would you like to go on a date with me ?"

He asks his voice cracking a little in the middle of the sentence, ears blushing a bit as he moves a hand on the back of his neck rubbing the area from the tension .

Your eyes widen first but you are quick to hide your surprise with a brief " yes " as an answer taking him by surprise too "really?" He asks and you repeat your words only to be awarded by another smile of his .

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Almost a week passed since then and today came along with a date that you could only dream of .

You can't even believe that you are sitting in front of him , eyes filled with joy and excitement, the rustic decor of Madam Puddifoot's cafe adding to the romance overwhelmed moment .

He is holding your hand and your heart can't stop skipping beats at the sight of him .

You know it's wrong to be with him but still you like him .

Laughter and smiles is filling your time together but both of you know you have to return back in Hogwarts.

You will have to take the last carriage to return back and you dont have much time .

He opens the door for you and you step out of the small shop leaving back its warmth .

Cold air hits your face the next second and you close your eyes sifting more in your long thick coat moving your hands in your pockets in an attempt to keep them warm .

The sky is paint in the darkest shade of blue signaling that you must hurry up .

You reach for Yibo but he is quicker moving his arms around your shoulders keeping you close .

A soft kiss on top of your head is all it takes to move the negative thoughts off your head , walking through the snow covered streets of Hogsmaede.

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The way back seems long as your eyes feel heavier leaning onto Yibo's shoulder.

The carriage's interior is cold , the snow outside making the perfect fairytale scene.

You feel Yibo's hand touching yours an taking it in his grasp.

You feel his eyes on you and you look up meeting them , the look peaceful.

He suddenly leans closer and your lips momentarily touch .

You kiss back moving your body closer to his , he moves a hand behind your neck keeping you still and the whole room seems spinning as the temperature rises .

Both of your eyes are closed , lips occupied but you feel like talking through the kiss .

After a good moment you both pull back regaining your breaths and both of you are starring in each others eyes again.

"I know that this is rushed to ask and may seem childish but , will you be my girlfriend? " he begins and you blush hard " I've been thinking about asking you out months ago but j was afraid of been rejected.. knowing that you have feelings for me -thanks to Draco- was the thing that motivated me . If you think I'm rush--"

" I do ! I do wanna be your girlfriend" you rushed it out in one breath giggling in the end.

"if you regret something I can wait I promise!" He continues getting shy after a moment or so ..

"Dont make me take my words back !" You whisper in his ear , only to be drugged in a tight hug .

" I can't say I love you yet cause it's really rushed and both of us know it , but what I can say for sure is that I've never liked someone more like you y/n ... give me some time and I'll love you the same way " he adds kissing your hand and looking at you with those piercing eyes of his that can melt the coldest heart , and can tame the most untamed soul ~~~

#uniq wang yibo #wang yibo #harry potter au #fluff imagine #x reader #no gender #romance

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bssaz97 · 5 years ago

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Great here’s one to combat jaune’s growing sadness and depression ruby and the others have decided to make jaune a “happy room” with the sole purpose to make jaune happy and smile but jaune being the sad boi he is doesn’t want to use it which leads to an awkward situation where the girls have to literally drag jaune there kicking and screaming thank you for reading this have an awesome day

The Happy Place

Jaune: Guys where are we going? And why do I need to be blindfolded?

Ruby: You’ll see soon enough. And no peeking otherwise that’ll ruin the surprise.

Nora: Alright here we are!

Jaune could hear one of them opening a door and then feels one of them pull him inside. Once he assumed was inside of the room Jaune heard the sound of the door being shut.

Ruby: Ok, now you can take the blindfold off!

Jaune does as instructed and takes off the blindfold with relative ease. When the darkness of the blindfold is removed his eyes begin to focus on the environment around him. When his vision is back to focus, he sees that it was not only Ruby and Nora in the room with him, but Ren, Oscar, Yang, Weiss, and Blake too.

Everyone: Surprise!

Ruby: What do you think?

Jaune: .....what am I supposed to be looking at here?

Nora: The room silly.

Jaune starts looking side to side and started to notice a certain amount of detail that had been put into this room. Specially things he sees are a stack of comics, a gaming setup, various action figures, various posters, and even a bubble chair. This room looked like an ideal place for a young man to relax in. Which begs the question.

Jaune: What’s this all about? I mean I get it’s a cool looking room but that doesn’t really explain what this surprise is about.

Weiss: *rubs face* Oh for the love of-Ruby, can you explain the purpose of this room to him please? I don’t wish to ruin the moment by playing 20 questions.

Ruby: Ok... Jaune, we’ve had this idea for awhile and now that it seems like we’ll be here for awhile, we all put some effort into making this room for you. *arms gestures to the entire room, even doing a little twirl*

Jaune: .....you all made this room...for me?

Ren: That’s correct. We know that we’re not used to being in one place for too long as of late so to help with this, we’ve put in the effort to making a room for you to relax in when you feel the need to wind down.

Yang: Or if you’re down in the dumps or stressed, you can come here and take your mind off of things.

Blake: Plus we’ve taken the liberty of placing some snacks you may like.

That said, Blake opens up a pantry that has various snacks (chips, cookies, and cereal boxes, etc.) Weiss also kneels down time open up a mini fridge with various types of drinks (bottled water, sodas, and juice, etc.)

Weiss: With refreshments.

Oscar: We’ve asked Ironwood to also add free CCT connection in here so that you can contact any of us in case you want any company. Basically what we decided to call this as-

Nora: Jaune’s Happy Room!

Ruby: So....what do think? *She and everyone gave big smiles*

Jaune: .....Wow. This is.....great! I mean wow, I can’t believe you guys...did this.

Nora: Yeah! We spent a lot of time and lien to pay for all the stuff in here for you to enjoy so you can go nuts whenever you feel like.

Jaune: .....REALLY? That’s amazing guys I’m so...touched.

Ruby: Alright well now that you have seen the room, why not try it out for a bit?

Jaune: *Nods* Sure...that sounds great! I really appreciate this guys. *Sits down in bubble chair* Already like it so far...

Ruby: *Giggles* Ok come on everyone let’s give him some time to enjoy himself a bit. Oh! But before I forget! *Petal bursts to a calendar on the wall* For every time you get in here, please mark on the calendar and survey sheet here so that we can see how much the room is helping or what we can improve about it.

Jaune: Ok...sounds good.

Nora: Have fun Fearless Leader! *waves*

Jaune: See you later *waves weakly*

Once the door shut, Jaune could hear the footsteps of the others walking away from the door. When he could no longer hear the footsteps, he got up from his chair and looked around him and frowned. Without a another word Jaune went to the calendar and marked today’s date and wrote on the survey (writing down that he had been there for four hours) then dropped the pen. Jaune walks over to the door and opens the door then leaves.

Two Weeks Later...

Jaune is at the training room where he was training against a sparring drone, he had the drone set to the second highest difficulty and it was really bringing him to his limit.

Jaune: Ok. ‘breathe’ you git this Jaune! Alright let’s go! *charges at the drone* HAAA!

*BZZZZZT!*

Jaune: *Stops charging* Huh?

The drone returns to its default stance and powers down. Then the entire training room powers down and concluded the training session.

Jaune: What the heck?! Why did the simulation turned off! It’s not even 2:00 in the afternoon!

Ruby: ‘Ahem!’

Jaune turns around to look behind him and sees that Ruby along with Yang, Nora and Weiss. However they did not look to be in a good mood.

Jaune: Uh, hey girls...what’s up?

Weiss: Oh don’t you ‘what’s up’ us, not after what you’ve been doing!

Jaune: ...What have I been doing?

Yang: Ruby show him.

Ruby: Jaune Arc you have been recording false information on your time in the Happy Room. In fact you haven’t spent ANY time in the room!

Jaune: What are you talking about...I spend time there, Nora you’ve seen me go there!

Nora: I wanted to believe you. But you broke mah heart Jaune. You BROKE MAH HEART!

Jaune: Girls come on. Why would I lie about going into the room? Besides I have been in the room, maybe spent not as much time as you all may want but I have been there! And I use it, the entry proves it.

Ruby: Maybe...but there’s one flaw in your explanation.

Jaune: ...And that is?

Ruby: *Leans in* The gaming monitor keep track of the amount of time you’ve used it, all the comics are untouched, and ALL the snacks and drinks are all unopened.

Jaune: .....Ok fine! I haven’t been using the room, I’m sorry! I just-I feel like you guys are treating me like a kid! All the stuff in there is what a teenage boy would like!

Yang: Jaune we didn’t make that room to make fun of you, we did it because we care about you! Look...nobody wanted to say it but I’m saying it. You have a problem Jaune, and like or not all that depression and stress is going to hurt you in the long run. Our Dad went down this road and it didn’t do him any good by just ignoring the problem!

Ruby: Jaune please, we’re asking you as friends. Use the room, because we care about you!

Jaune: *sad face* .....Girls I....I’m sorry I didn’t know that it meant so much to you.

Nora: Well it does! So are you going to use the room now.

Jaune: Yes, yes, I’ll use the room now. I can’t guarantee that I will use it often but...I’ll try.

Weiss: That’s all we ask.

Two Days Later...

Nora: FEARLESS LEADER LET GO OF THE COLUMN!!

After not even attempting to go into the room, the girls and boys of RWBY and (J)NPR took it upon themselves to drag Jaune into the room and force him to spend time in the room. Which lead to the current situation of Jaune holding onto one of Atlas’s column beams for dear life.

Jaune: NO! I DON’T WANNA!

Weiss: JAUNE MILES ARC YOU ARE GOING INTO THAT ROOM! WHETHER YOU WANT TO OR NOT!

Jaune: NO!

Ren: JAUNE YOU’RE ACTING LIKE A CHILD!

Jaune: THEN LET ME GO!

Blake: THIS IS RIDICULOUS! IT’S JUST A ROOM JAUNE, IT’S NOT GOING TO KILL YOU!

Jaune: IT MIGHT AS WELL!

Ruby: VOMIT BOY IF YOU DONT LET GO THIS INSTANT YOU LOSE YOUR ‘THIGHS’ PRIVILEGES FOR THE REST OF THE MONTH!

Jaune: !!! *Lets go and drops to the ground* Oof!

Ruby: Now’s our chance guys! PULL!

Jaune: *Getting dragged away* NOOO!! YOU TRICKED ME!

Meanwhile...

Ironwood walks down a hallway with Winter, Penny, Qrow, and Clover in tow.

Ironwood: So how’s the progression of Amnity Tower doing?

Winter: The progression is promising but the resistance from Robyn Hill’s end is starting to catch on.

Clover: General, I can try to talk to her again sir if you want.

Ironwood: That won’t be necessary, once we finish the tower the public will know about its purpose and all will be well.

Qrow: Surprised you still have optimism when you’ve got almost everyone in the Atlesian Council wanting your figurative head.

Ironwood: I can assure you Qrow, everything I have invested in will bring promise and hope not only to Atlas but humanity as a whole.

Jaune: I DON’T WANNA GO TO THE HAPPY ROOM! DON’T TAKE ME THERE!

The group turns their heads down the left hall where they see RWBY and (J)NPR drag Jaune Arc down the corridor.

Jaune: YOU’RE KILLING ME I TELL YOU! YOU’RE KILLING ME!

Eventually the screaming leader leaves the line of sight of Ironwood’s group.

Winter: .....

Clover: .....

Penny: .....Oh what fun they must be having!

Qrow: It’s times like this that make me wish I didn’t toss away my flask.

Ironwood: ....Winter, remind me to check again EXACTLY what Miss Rose meant by investing in a...recreational environment for Mr. Arc.

Winter: Duly noted sir.....

-Fin-

Hope you guys liked this new post, this one was a great one to write and originally was going to be more angsty than I thought but I like the way this turned out. Talk to you all later! Stay safe and be careful!

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake bellodona #yang xiao long #nora valkryie #lie ren #oscar pine #general james ironwood #winter scnhee #qrow brawnwen #clover ebi #penny polendina #rwby lancaster #lancaster #the happy room #the happy place

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cherryonigiri · 4 years ago

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Okay so could you write a headcanon where 2 random boys (can you pick then? I love all of boys from hq) and Ushi-kun where they walk on their gfs fangirling or thirsting over another anime/game character?And she was talking how hot he is? How they would react?👀😂 have a great day/night and dont forget to eat and get rest, love you💕

A/N: hahahahaha i laughed while writing this. FYI these are all based on legit crushes i had on anime/game characters at some point in my life - see if you’ve watched the shows i’ve watched :) ILY I PROMISE I’M DOING MY BEST TO EAT THREE MEALS A DAY AND GET ADEQUATE SLEEP MWAH. also i went overboard and added an extra boy bc why not. These are a little shorter since there were 4 characters but I hope you enjoy!

Content warning: implied nsfw for Atsumu + slight nsfw hcs for Matsukawa (Matukawa’s hcs are below the cut - UPDATE TUMBLR IS NOT LETTING ME PUT THE CUT WHERE I WANT IT SO JUST LETTING YOU KNOW THAT THERE IS IMPLIED/SLIGHT NSFW FOR THE LAST 2 CHARACTERS