#and actually get around to watching the 700 things i have on my list

[loganlermanstanaccount]

Wash Day

pairing: Joel Miller x black!reader, Sarah x platonic!reader.

(AO3 mirror)

summary: pre outbreak, you and Joel help Sarah with a hair crisis.

warnings: none, just disgustingly self indulgent fluff.

a/n: Joel is on the list of canonical fictional snow bunnies. I don't wanna hear shit abt it tbh. The girls that get it….

wc: 700

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Sundays were the only day Joel got to sleep in. But at 9.00 am sharp, he stirs, to find rumpled sheets left in your wake. You were out of bed. The time? Earlier than he'd like but he could manage. Almost ten minutes go by and there's no sign of you. He hears the shower turn on and quiet sobs from the bathroom out in the corridor. He leaps out of bed. Shit. What day was it? Opening the door to the bathroom, there you were, rubbing Sarah's back as she sobbed on the tiled floor.

It was wash day in the Miller household; and Joel knows that means hell.

Opened bottles of shampoo and curl creams she had laid waste to covered every inch of the countertop. And there, in its crest, were the tinny speakers of her phone up on YouTube. A hair tutorial; the slimy culprit.

Sarah was distraught, poor thing, her hair heaped in crude buns all over her head. There was a nasty knot at the nape of her neck as you cradled and held her to your chest.

You cooed and petted her, "It's not that bad at all Sarah, just might take some time. If you let me help we can get it done before-"

She cocks her head at the sound of a door opening. Fighting through sobs, "Shit, dad! not nooow,"

He was frozen. He felt useless until you caught his eye and nodded towards the door. Joel backed out as you poked your head around the door.

"We need the wide toothed comb and the leave in on Sarah's desk. Then if you go through my overnight bag you'll find some hair gel and a toothbrush in a makeup bag. Not my actual toothbrush, Joel-"

"-the musty one for your hair, I got it." He winks as you deadpan and close the door in his face. Not the time for jokes, he notes.

You work quickly, considering things. Joel brings extra towels and snacks as he watches you work: steaming and lathering up Sarah's hair with conditioner in the sink, combing out the knots with your fingers. He helps of course, you were just much better at it. Before long, his daughter's hair was braided into sections and knot free. You kissed her forehead gently. Her eyes were still red but she had stopped crying, at least.

"Get the dining table ready and we'll have a go downstairs, okay?"

She lit up, eyes bright, excited that maybe she could have her hair just so. She raced downstairs, towel over her shoulders to set up. Joel's staring now, lovingly. Opening his mouth, you cut him off.

"Don't you dare Miller. It's nothing, the least I can do. She's been talking about that party for weeks now," you busy your hands by clearing up the sink.

"And doing everything at the last minute, as usual." He chuckles.

You roll your eyes. "Give her a break, Joel," He's behind you now, hands on your hips and looking at you through the mirror. He adjusts your headscarf, poking his tongue out in faux concentration. You laugh and he beams.

You had the set up down to a tee now; streamlined for maximum efficiency. You section Sarah's hair whilst she hands you products and tidbits of gossip. Joel makes breakfast, standing in the doorway every now and then to feed you toast. Braiding takes a little longer, especially since Sarah was a perfectionist. But you were used to her demands and had an eye for detail. Deft fingers weaving in and out her hair, precise parting, rinse, repeat. It was almost 2pm when you finally finished. Sarah squeals in delight when you hold up the mirror and show off the final product.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! Emma's gonna be so jealous tonight - oh god and with the dress! Stay here, I'll change quick, and show you my dress!" She clatters upstairs in a hurry.

You practically collapse on the sofa and Joel scoops you up in his arms.

"Where'd you learn to braid like that, sweetheart?“ he asks, covering your jaw and neck in kisses.

You turn to him with a lazy smile.

"My mom. Every couple of weeks, before school started on Monday she'd sit me down and do my hair. And then I'd do my sisters'. It's a whole…. a whole thing. Maybe I'll teach you, Miller."

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[neyswxrld]

fulfilling clichés

Echo x reader (gn)

summary: Date night with Echo!

warnings: some kisses at the end, fluff

word count: ~700

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a/n: this is the eighteenth fic for my advent calendar for my special boy echo!

Echo and you walk through the streets, laughing and smiling. He had his cybernetic arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to his side and spending you some of his warmth.

You decided to make another date evening today.

First, you had dinner in a fancy but luckily relative cheap restaurant, and now you're making your way to the local movie theater. They have a special offer today. It's close to Christmas, so they're showing some fitting movies.

"We haven't decided yet, which one we want to see," Echo says after some time, looking over at you.

"Hmmm, I read that there are a few good ones on today. Have you seen some of them?" you ask and start to list the ones you remember.

Echo just shakes his head, already knowing there wasn't any Christmas film he'd ever seen. "It's actually the first time for me to celebrate Christmas at all."

Immediately, a sour feeling spreads in your gut. You already knew that. A few weeks ago, Echo was a little bit confused about all the new sweet things in the store. When he asked you about it, you realized that he didn't even know what Christmas really was at this point.

You tried to explain it, and even though he was confused about all of it at first, too, he happily decided to (quote:) "try the Christmas" this year.

So you've decided that it'll be the best Christmas ever. For him, and for you. You started to show him everything. Christmas cookies, markets, trees, decorations and a bunch of other stuff. Today was the turn for the movies. Or, at least one movie.

"Oh? I've seen some. If you want, I can sum up some of the plot," you suggest and as he nods with a sweet smile on his face, you start to explain the different movies to him, without spoiling too much.

Echo nods along. Sometimes, he crinkles his eyebrows in a cute way, unsure of what you're telling him isn't rather a fever dream than an actual movie, but in the end, he all in all looks very neutral.

"So?" you ask, "If you didn't like one of those, we also can look at the descriptions of the other movies I don't know."

"Hm... Well, I sure wanna know what the others are about, but there are some you already watched that sound good, too," he says, and you agree.

You do as you said and in the end, you decide to watch a film you already know, and you're more than satisfied with that.

You buy the tickets and stop at the small snack counter. Today is also a snack-spacial. Next to the usual stuff, you can also buy hot chocolate, punch and cookies.

For a short moment, you think you're in heaven.

Both of you decide on the punch and the cookies, relatively fast.

Together, you make your way to the small movie hall, looking for your row and sitting down together on your pair seat.

Fulfilling the cliché, Echo lays an arm around you. You lean onto him and place your hand on his stomach. The cookies stand on a small table that was attached to the seat in front of you, and you reach for them now and then.

When the advertisements start, you two are making fun of them and laugh quietly. As soon as the movie starts, you try to be quiet and watch it.

Occasionally, Echo asks some small questions about it, or you two comment some of the things in a whispering tone. You don't want to disturb anyone of the others.

Sometimes, you also share some small kisses or light touches, like your thumb drawing circles on his tummy or his hand slightly moving up and down your shoulder. Everything is sweet and cozy and with every minute you are close to Echo, the evening is getting better and better.

You don't mind if you're the cringy couple, as long as you feel so loved and warm with him and as long as your heart beats in your chest and the butterflies fly in your stomach in that special way.

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[bonbelles]

˗ˏˋ life went on without you ˎˊ˗

prompt: the below quote, after a breakup with alhaitham

word count: 700+

content: gn!reader, light angst, post-breakup, sadhaitham

It had been a short while since your last encounter with Alhaitham, and it was not one to remember for joy - more so one to remember for the sheer upset the both of you faced in each other's company. The last time you spoke to Alhaitham, it was when you ended the relationship; it was when you realised he prioritised his work over you, and you wanted to be somebody's first choice.

In the moment, he was neutral about the conclusion to your time together. If anything, it freed up time for him to do more research, archive more records. Yet once alone, once you'd abandoned him in the vast, barren library, he let out emotions he hadn't experienced in a long time.

You had returned to the library to gather some books for your own research, a project you took on to occupy yourself - ensure you never spent time thinking about Alhaitham. By the time the project made some kind of progress, you were actually enjoying the research and had moved on from your ex-boyfriend. But of course, by facing the library, you knew you'd have to face him. He seldom spent time in his office, so you had spent the day prior mentally preparing yourself for an encounter.

The library was quiet, with a lot of students either in lectures or off on their own research projects; at least this meant you could gather the books you needed and make a swift exit. Looking through the borrowing log, you saw that all of the books you needed were present, and in the same section. Even luckier.

Yet when you reached the corner you needed, and started scanning the shelves for the books you wanted to borrow, a figure appeared behind you peering over your shoulder.

"I'll get that one for you," Alhaitham said, pointing at a book on your list and reaching one of the top shelves.

Turning around, you were faced with Alhaitham's figure - tall, slender, as per usual. He handed you the book, however almost did not want to let go.

"Thanks. Can you get that one also?" You ask, pointing at another book from the same shelf.

"Of course." Alhaitham passed you the book diligently. "How have you been?"

"Good. You?"

"Stagnant. It's as if I've hit a brick wall, but nothing worthy of elaboration, I feel. Why do you need these books?"

"A new project. Watatsumi Island, specifically. I need to read these before I travel there."

"Hmm, interesting. Did not think you were one for Inazuman culture, I will say."

You shook your head at Alhaitham, watching his brows furrow in confusion. "Seems you didn't know me much at all. I said to you multiple times that I really wanted to travel around the islands of Inazuma."

"Sorry."

"Look, you may feel 'stagnant' or 'like you've hit a brick wall', but I'm exploring for the first time. My wings have grown, I can fly to my heart's content."

Alhaitham moved back to where he was originally working from, leaning his weight onto a pile of books stacked on the side of the wooden desk. "I don't blame you. I just wonder why it had to end that way, that's all."

"I told you the moment I ended it: I wasn't your first priority. I deserve to be put on a pedestal, to be treated like royalty--"

"Unrealistic."

"Well, I'm leaving soon. I probably won't be back for some time. I wanted to end on more positive terms, yet the recent revelation of you ignoring everything I ever told you has left me with a bitter taste in my mouth."

"I just miss you..." Alhaitham paused, rubbing his temple with his hand.

"My life went on without you, Alhaitham. Of course it did- no, of course it does. This was just an ending, not the end. Not for me."

Books held against your chest, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and fury, you departed from the library as quickly as you arrived. You did not want Alhaitham to have the final word, to leave the conversation on his terms. You wanted your point to be heard, to be the only thing he remembered of you.

Sitting down in front of his books, his head throbbing with exhaustion, upset, melancholy, Alhaitham stared at the work he needed to complete. The work he surrounded himself with. The work that was his first priority.

He wondered whether this was all his life would amount to.

[celiastjamesoscar]

First of all! Ziva is the best! I fell behind and when I heard she was back (for only a few episodes) I had to catch up. It actually made me catch up on all the NCIS shows and also started my thing of cancelling paramount+ so I wasn’t charged (now I have it for free. Don’t ask me how. It just happened and I’m afraid to lose it).

Despite my indecisiveness even if I never get a TLOU tattoo there is something I’d like to get a tattoo for eventually but I can’t decide what I want exactly but once I do I’ll decide on placement. Across the ribs has crossed my mind. It’s low on the list of places but it’s a contender along with back of the shoulder and above my heart.

It’s funny that someone brought up animals cause my entire childhood I wanted to be a vet (even despite the schooling) but I can’t stand to see animals in pain so I know it never would have worked out. Also my new hyperfixation is this guy on YouTube who has a bunch of venomous snakes and other reptiles (if I finish all 700+ videos this weekend I will watch House of the Dragon).

Ziva is the best!!! I stopped watching NCIS when Abby left 😕 and I love that she’s back now!!

Back of the shoulder blade tattoos are hot!!! Along with any that are around the chest area!!

Dude I know, vets are extremely underrated because I couldn’t handle seeing any animal in pain, especially when they have to put them down

I’m sorry, but snakes scare the shit out of me 😭 they are an automatic no for me, but I love that you love them

[nickgerlich]

Jet Set

“Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.”



It’s an oft spoken phrase, and essentially it means that we should learn from our mistakes, hopefully never to repeat them. While we can also argue that we should learn from our successes—a topic broached by my podcast guest on 17th April—the broader point must be taken: We must always be in learning mode.

And with this the final episode of the Daily Blog for the Spring 2023 semester—can I get a hallelujah?— it is only fitting that I focus on just that. By now, you have long grown accustomed to my style. I write 700-900 words every morning, and whenever possible, try to wrap it up in a story. You know how you trick your dog to take its meds by wrapping those pills in cheese? Yeah. That’s my MO. The cheese is just the story. Inside is the stuff you need to take in.

For my parting shot, I choose to use an example that was actually suggested by one of my MBA students this term. It’s a good one, and even though it predates much of the digital era as we know it, the lessons are huge and just as applicable. It even spawned a four-part Netflix limited series late last year.

For now, put yourselves back in 1996. Coca-Cola and Pepsi have been locked in the Cola Wars for decades, a battle that intensified in the 1970s with the Pepsi Challenge and blind taste-testing taking center stage. Pepsi, long mired in second place, learned that in tests like those, consumers actually preferred the taste of that product instead of Coke. Yet those same shoppers were undeterred by reality: they kept buying Coke anyway, and the rankings never changed, even when Coca-Cola blinked in 1985 and killed “Old Coke,” replacing it with “New Coke,” and then having to backstroke by (re-)introducing Coca-Cola Classic.



That’s another story for a different day. In 1996, though, Pepsi decided it was time for a sweepstakes that encouraged brand loyalty and frequent consumption. Collect Pepsi Points from cans and bottles, and redeem them for merch. It is a campaign that many marketers have used through the years.

But wait, there’s more. Pepsi listed one especially interesting prize: a $23 million fighter jet. Who would possibly take Pepsi seriously when they said you could redeem seven million points for the jet? Well, a 20-year-old college student named John Leonard did, and he set out to claim his jet. The problem, though, was that Pepsi had also made it possible for people to acquire needed points pretty cheap—10 cents apiece.



Mr. Leonard thought on this. He could buy seven million points for $700,000. Being a college student, he did not have that kind of money around, but he convinced millionaire Todd Hoffman to front the money. Bingo. Todd had the points needed to get his $23 million fighter jet, a bargain considering he could do it for $700,000.

The only problem is that Pepsi wasn’t buying it. JK, they said. Surely no one would take them seriously, right?

But Mr. Leonard did, and took them to trial. He claimed it was an offer, and that he had complied. Fortunately for Pepsi, though, the court ruled that an advertising claim does not constitute a unilateral offer. “Whew,” said the folks at Pepsi HQ. That was a close one. Never mind the hoops and hurdles of—you know—actually delivering a military-grade fighter jet to a private citizen. The story is so legendary that Netflix released it as “Pepsi, Where’s My Jet?” It’s a great watch, something I did last winter shortly after it was released.

Even though Pepsi prevailed, it had massive amounts of egg on its face. How stupid could a company be to promote something it had no intention whatsoever of following through on? The message is clear for any marketer staging similar promotions: If you are kidding, then you need to make that abundantly clear. It costs money to defend yourself, even if you win. And the black eye it suffered was not worth any value it received from the rest of the folks redeeming points for far more mundane things.

Now skip forward—notice how we no longer say fast-forward like in the days of VHS—to the digital era. Imagine how this would have played out on social media. It would have been far bigger, and millions more people would have known. Class action lawsuits would have been filed. Major media coverage would have ensued. I suspect there would have been boycotts, because…why not?

This is a sad story for Pepsi, but they are lucky it happened in 1996 instead of 2023. I really didn’t even need to wrap cheese around this one, because it is tasty on its own. I mean, unless you work for Pepsi. I can only imagine folks in the C-suite at Coca-Cola giddy with laughter.

Complicating matters is that, as we have discussed just this week, sometimes companies do things for shock value because they think or know it will all work out in the end anyway. Ask the folks at AB InBev about that. Or, listen to the latest podcast episode tomorrow in which I feature the Mayor of Uranus. Yeah. Shock. Insert every double entendre you can imagine. He wins; Pepsi lost.

It has been my pleasure to serve as your guide this term. It is customary that I leave you with a benediction. It will feel strange tomorrow morning knowing that I don’t need to write a blog until the 5th of June for summer term. It will be great that I have more time to work on a couple of book projects I put on the back burner.

Now may you all go forward with the realization that you must be information sponges in order to be an informed businessperson. May you keep your eyes, ears, and—most importantly—your minds open to the changes around you. And may you act responsibly, ethically, and professionally in all that you do. Good health, and shalom, y’all.

Dr “Stay In Touch—I Mean it“ Gerlich

Audio Blog

[andromeda-nova-writing]

For those who are curious of how the move went. Things that happened.

We raced afternoon thunderstorms the entire weekend. Forced to be in a heat advisory. Water was the enemy and the friend

I pulled a cart of weights that was over 250 pounds. My arms were on fire

Wasp 1 Dad 0

Dog 1 brother 0 (dog dragged my brother. He's okay. Dog was just too excited)

Official day 1 started at 8am and ended at 3am

Hubris 1 Dad 0 (the anger me and my mom gained from being told to just wait around for 1 hour turned into 4 and we were somehow in trouble. But we ain't gonna get into that cause I'm keeping the list short and with some level of class.)

Roomba 1 Dog 0 (he was put up for too much barking)

A turtle was spotted in the driveway

Yarn 1 Dad 0 (me and my mom may have a lot of yarn, but we buy it on sale. Hobbies are important to health)

Day 3, my ankle is killing me. I found my ankle support and was able to continue on with no problem. (later that day, I took proper rest)

The sewing machine has safely been brought over. My dad almost put it on a rolling cart which would have broken it. He does not know how angry I would have been if I lost it(the machine is only 4 years old, that's practically new!)

Dad overworked everyone. The consequences of his actions are a thing

On the break day, I went to the store and bought a lamp. It's cute!

My Brother had to get IV Fluid. I'm on puppy watch. Been told to play video games as my break and watch the puppy. I wrote fic instead lol

4 hours of IV Fluid and medically required relaxation time

I wrote almost 700 words wooo

I wanted a green bathroom. why is every green bath mat ugly and not the right shade. bathroom is now going to be a light purple

Couldn't find a rug for my bedroom that I liked and decided to start my own rug

Day 5, we begin to worry about tropical storm Debby

Bathroom plans changed again. I'm being loud and Hispanic

my beanbag is here and in a room where I will use it again

My granddad has decided to race a tropical storm so he can see the new house. Hilariously due to location it's actually better if he gets here to sit out the storm

Cramps are evil

My granddad made it here a day before the storm

I ordered a desk. My wallet wants a break

Thank you Debby for the maditory break

My mom can already tell I'm pissed off cause my dad thinks I'm not working hard enough. She keeps trying to tell him I'm doing a lot

My mom keeps buying things for me to try and keep me calm cause she can tell my dad is gonna cause me to go off at him

I at least get easy supply of fries

My mom is calling my dad out finally after I said I don't want to see or talk to him tonight. We want to be appreciated

Dog took over the bean bag. he is too cute sleeping on it. I guess we can share

The rain from debby is very soothing. i love rain sounds

I slept through two tornado warnings. Considering nothing happened, I'm fine but a good reminder that tornado warnings should be loud as hell

Dog killed a cicada by trying to eat it

Its been officially over a week and I'm finally on a rest day

We are celebrating with Korean BBQ. Everyone got dressed up after a week of workout clothes. We missed street fashion

After not being able to really play genshin after a while, I almost cried very silly tears of joy that I could sit down and play a video game. I did not know I missed Ayato like that lol

[sceawere]

What are some other period dramas would you recommend?

I’m pretty boring in my recs in that it’s stuff everyone’s seen anyway lol 

but yeah anyway general historically set shows/films i enjoyed:

boardwalk empire is my jam, especially if you like peaky blinders and have a yearning to adopt more criminally inclined jewish sons as i seem to do?

turn: washington’s spies is everything i’ve ever hoped for in my life all the women are bamf in incredible gowns, it’s set in the 18thc, tallmadge is a puppy who needs protecting even though he’s like in charge? caleb literally throws a flaming axe at one point? PEGGY MY LOVE ABIGAIL MY DEAR also lafayette pls pLS someone protect my lovely french son gilbert my life my love

the borgias is 100% my aesthetic but i wasn’t actually that enamoured with the events? idk i watched it anyway

versailles was 2000% my shit yes the second season is going to return my soul to my body

vikings obvs it’s a mess but like one you treasure?

the bbc version of north and south just *clenches fist* ugh lord above the cotton flurry scene was everything my 9 year old self needed she was all about manchester cotton mill architecture, victorian corsetry, and longing glances

the tudors oh buddy oh pal natalie dormer as anne boleyn made my existence 

the scandalous lady w was A* all my faves, excellent aesthetics, THE COSTUMING also i was reading the criminal conversations of mrs norton when it was announced so i was like ok so this is my new thing now huh also a book rec if you want one

suffragette wasn’t at all what i expected but i was fine with it the feel of it was incredible i loved viewing it i just had problems with some of the pacing i think?

i haven’t watched it in such a long time but i was completely enamoured with a little princess as a child

belle gugu mbatha raw is incredible pls love her

the white queen again aesthetically incredible

i tend to watch things over and over as well so there’s 70 things on my list that i haven’t watched but i’m aware of

idk i keep thinking oh what was that one with this scene and i can’t remember them? yeah sorry i am disappointing in this regard ppl pls help me out here and tell me all the ones i’m forgetting

[roosterforme]

A Rooster to Care for Me | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley loves to take care of you when you have your period.

Warnings: Fluff, so much fluff

Length: 700 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? but it can be read on its own!

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You curled yourself into a ball on the living room couch, clutching your heating pad to your abdomen. Sometimes when you had your period, nothing seemed to take the edge off of the cramps and achiness. You glared at the glass of water and painkillers on the coffee table, which had done nothing to help. 

Bradley walked in the front door, whistling Great Balls of Fire and bobbing his head happily. He was still in his flight suit and clearly in a good mood. He took one look at you and quickly set down his wallet, phone and keys. 

"Baby Girl, you okay? You have your period?" His eyes tracked the cord coming from the heating pad plus the pain medicine. 

"Yeah," you groaned as he knelt on the floor in front of the couch. "I feel awful."

He pushed your hair back from your face and kissed your cheek. Let's get you changed out of your uniform. That should help." 

He hopped up and disappeared past the kitchen, soon returning with your favorite sweatpants and one of his old tee shirts. He helped you stand up and get undressed, all of his touches so gentle. He unhooked your bra, kissed your shoulders, and pulled his huge shirt over your head. As you stepped into your sweatpants, he pulled them up and tied them loosely at your waist. 

"Better?" he asked, pulling you against him for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his waist and nodded into his chest.

"Better. I'm just tired. And hungry," you griped, already feeling more relaxed as Bradley ran his hand up and down your back.

"I have an idea. How about you curl up on the couch and try to take a little nap. I'll go pick up some groceries and a pizza, yeah?"

"Okay," you agreed, and he set you up with the heating pad once again. You closed your eyes and listened as he went to the kitchen and made a quick grocery list. He was still humming his song, but more quietly this time.

"I'm heading out now. Do you need anything else, Sweetheart?"

"Yes, get me more tampons, please."

"The ones in the pink wrappers or the ones in the green wrappers?"

"Green ones," you said with a smile, because he actually cared to know about which brands you preferred.

"Okay, I'll be back soon."

You dozed off and didn't wake once until you heard keys in the front door again. Bradley carried in an armful of shopping bags along with a huge pizza box. He went about putting some things away in the kitchen and getting some pizza slices on a plate for you. Then he queued up your favorite playlist on his phone.

You sat up and nibbled on your dinner as you watched him finish organizing everything he bought. He hadn't bothered to change out of his flight suit before going to the store. You smiled a bit, knowing how many women and even some men ogled him when he had it on in public. He was just stupid hot looking.

"You want a glass of wine?" he asked, holding up two bottles from across the room. You nodded and pointed to the bottle in his left hand, and he smiled. Within twenty minutes, Bradley had changed into some shorts and joined you on the couch. There were two glasses of wine on the coffee table, plus two plates of pizza and a carton of ice cream. 

His hands were working wonders, rubbing your lower back as you draped yourself across his lap. Occasionally you would pop up to take another bite of pizza or half melted ice cream before returning to the comfort of his lap. 

"I love you, Bradley Bradshaw. Thanks for taking care of me."

He chuckled. "You take care of me every day. If I can try to take care of you for a few days each month, I'll do it every time, Sweetheart."

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This was highly self-indulgent and loosely based on my husband. I'll bring you some more angst and smut next time, I promise! Thanks for reading!

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[ateezmakemeweep]

love is gone (preview)

word count: 700

his arrogance is obvious, written all over his annoyingly chiseled face - but what’s even more obvious, what bothers you the most about him, is his complete and utter disinterest in everything.

school, his peers, being on time to class - he doesn’t seem to care about anyone but himself. he walks around so dark and brooding, like no one else’s problems could possibly be as bad as his. 

truthfully, you’re just beyond grateful that you weren’t his lab partner because you’re sure he contributes absolutely nothing. will just mooch off the people who do all the hard work and actually put effort in and-

“y/n, holy shit,” yunjin suddenly says, the pissed off look on your face like one she’s never seen from you before (or, at least, within the past three weeks she’s known you). 

“who the heck are you looking at like that?”

“yo hana, you better watch out,” wooyoung says, not so quietly whispering over the table. “looks like someone’s caught your boy’s eye.”

“what?” she snaps, high pitched tone causing the ball buster himself to wince. “like seriously, wooyoung, what are you ever talking about?“

bullshit or not, saying it to get under her skin or not, it doesn’t stop the girl from whipping her head to the side (wooyoung’s surprised she doesn’t snap her neck) to see seonghwa looking over at a table across the room.

she follows his gaze to a group of three: a tall man laughing, a purple-haired sneering girl and one focused down on her work.

“seonghwa,” she calls softly, his name falling on deaf ears.

ever since that first day of physics, when he was feeling just a little pissed off because he woke up and the sky was blue so he had to take it out on you, you two haven’t spoken.

in fact, it seems like you do everything in your power to not look at him or anyone else.

he doesn’t know why he singled you out, he knows everyone was looking at the asshole who came in late that day, but he was pleased he did. there was a fire in your eyes that he found incredibly amusing.

it’s obvious you’re a teachers pet, which he finds pathetically annoying. you’re always there before him, always sat right in the front row and almost make it a point to be the last one leaving.

like the professor really gives a fuck that you’re asking questions seonghwa’s positive you already know the answers too.

and don’t get him started on how often you raise your fucking hand, always one of the first to answer a question or help a fellow peer or-

“hwa?”

that grabs his attention a little too well, his cold gaze moving away from you and onto the girl beside him.

“i’ve told you not to call me that.”

“what do you mean, hwa?” hana asks, that whine she uses to try and be cute never succeeding. “i always call you that.”

“yeah and i never like it,” seonghwa mumbles lowly, his former roommate, of course, catching his words.

“oh hwa-ey, you say the funniest things,” wooyoung says dreamily, love-filled eyes of admiration making hwa-ey’s lips quirk in amusement; but just as quick as seonghwa’s smile threatened to surface, so did wooyoung’s change in conversation.

“for real though, who did you see?” wooyoung asks, nosy to an absolute fault. “looked like you’d rather take hana on an actual date than talk to them.”

“don’t you have parents to disappoint? go fail another three classes, asshole.”

“it was actually only one, hana, but the same can't be said about your std scares. go tell your parents that.”

seonghwa throws them both a look that he knows won’t do much - he’s never met two people who hate each other as much as wooyoung and hana hate each other.

and it’s not even the sexual tension, enemies to lovers, we’ve-been-arguing-this-whole-time-because-we-wanna-kiss type hate. it’s pure, genuine, unfiltered hate.

ever since the moment they met each other.

“no one,” seonghwa says, hoping to break the tension with the story he personally finds hysterical. “just some random chick in my physics class.”

coming july 10th

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[mammonsbby]

Hey! Congrats on you 700+, can i please hey a D with Beelzebub? Have a good night

D-Dirty (Of course you can darlin! Be warned, it's mildly suggestive!)

“Hey guys, I’m doing laundry. Do you have anything?” You ask, walking into the twins’ bedroom. You don’t get an answer though. You step further into the room to find Belphegor face down and unconscious. Nothing out of the ordinary there.

But his brother is nowhere to be seen. Weird. You flick on the light, knowing it won't disturb the sleeping demon. Then you set the basket on the ground and start to collect discarded clothes from around the room.

A couple of things on one chair and a complete RAD uniform on the other. A lonely sock on the floor. The other is on Belphie’s foot, so you toss it into his bed and go to grab something else.

"Oh! MC, you surprised me." The sudden voice startles you.

You turn to see Beelzebub in the doorway with his gym bag slung over his shoulder. His bangs are plastered to his forehead with sweat and his tank top isn’t faring much better, the thin, damp fabric clinging to his muscular form.

You can’t help but admire the muscles in his arms, his chest. Then his back as he walks past you. He drops the bag onto the floor with a thunk. At the noise, Belphie rolls around, but doesn’t wake up. 

“MC, you okay?” Beel asks, snapping you out of your daze. You realize you’ve been staring at him and finally start to answer.

“Oh, h-hey, Beel. I was just, uh, getting laundry together and I came to check if you guys had some.” You explain, pointing to the basket on the floor. 

“Oh. Thank you.” He says with a smile.

“No problem.” You reply, grabbing the basket. You start towards the door before you have a chance to further embarrass yourself.

“Oh! Wait just a sec.”

You turn back towards him, just in time to watch Beel pull his shirt off over his head. And your mouth falls open. Your eyes trace over his abs and up his chest to his shoulder, then down his arm which is outstretched towards you.

“You can take this too.” He says, dropping his shirt into the basket. “The showers were out of order at the gym, so I didn’t change.”

“O-oh, I see.” You say. And boy, did you see! You bite your lip. 

“Yeah, it sucks. I hate not showering after I work out.” Beel says. Then he glances at you and makes a face. 

“What’s the matter?” You ask. Oh shit, did he notice you staring?

He scratches the back of his neck. “I, uh… My shorts are dirty too…” He trails off, violet eyes trained on your face.

You’re not sure where it comes from but you blurt out, “I’ll take them!”

Beel’s eyebrows fly towards his hairline.

“Er, if you want me to,” You add, heat flooding your face.

Beel’s eyes widen and he flushes slightly, a tinge of pink dusting his cheeks. Despite his reaction, he kicks off his shoes and socks, then starts to remove his shorts.

Holy shit! You didn’t think he’d actually— You don’t allow your eyes to roam this time, staring into the pile of laundry you’re holding instead.

“Here ya go,” Beel says, as he adds the rest of his clothes to the basket. You glance at him, now only clad in boxers.

“Thanks!” You say, exiting the room quickly. You race towards the laundry room and when you get there, your face is hot and you’re out of breath. Your phone pings.

Beel: You forgot something.

Before you can ask what, a photo comes through. It’s a picture of the rug in the twins’ room. Your brows furrow, then you notice something on the rug. 

Oh sweet Lord, it’s his underwear.

Your eyes widen at the next photo he sends.

Beel: A picture lasts longer. ;)

700 follower prompt list!

[shadeops21]

MWII Denim Ghost cosplay draft

I have been watching some of the fandom’s reactions around Denim Ghost, based on his appearance as seen in parts of the MWII trailer and the gameplay Dark Waters teaser.

It’s been amusing to say the least, and I for one welcome a loadout that is a) an aesthetic that I consume like crack coke, and b) relatively easy to cosplay if you know what to look for.

So, I present my V0.1 cosplay test for MWII Denim Ghost, with parts list below, under the cut...

Now, full disclosure: this is NOT screen accurate to what he wears, for a few reasons.

It’s hard to assess his actual gear based on a few frames seen in a trailer under poor lighting conditions

I’m working with what I already possess.

One of the vests he could be wearing (and seen worn by other characters) costs upwards of $700 USD, the First Spear Siege-R Optimised plate carrier. There have not been any airsoft clones manufactured at the time of posting.

But, here’s a break down of my kit as seen above.

Shirt: Airsoft reproduction of an AC/G3 combat shirt printed in Multicam Black (you can find these on ebay manufactured by companies like Emerson and IDOGEAR, with the only real variations being the velcro style and the elbows. Mine is an older “AC” type shirt, so there are parts to insert hard elbow pads as well as the velcro being solid panels and not two stripes like seen on the G3 type shirts

Pants: Just a pair of cheap straight-cut jeans I bought for around $20-30. Nothing fancy, I’d bought these for skirmish use so I anticipated them being something that’d get torn, ripped, frayed, or stains. Hence the low cost. You will want something loose fitting if you intend on wearing this for skirmish wear or for full-day cosplay, as they’ll keep your legs cool.

Vest: In-lieu of the Siege-R OPC seen by some characters in the MW/Warzone franchise, I’ve gone for my own JPC 2.0 (a clone manufactured by TwinFalcons). It’s a lighter weight vest that also has a fairly snug fit (ideal for skinny peeps like me), but not a whole heap of space to attach things like pouches, unless you’re creative. As far as my setup goes, I’ve got two Twin Taco AR pouches and a single Taco AR pouch on the front panel (all airsoft clones made by Emerson), I’ve got a single MBITR radio taco on my left rear flank (legit article by High Speed Gear), a Tasmanian Tiger admin pouch, and a Tasmanian Tiger IFAK pouch on my right flank (not seen).

Belt: It’s a generic airsoft clone of typical rigger’s belts used by military personnel. It’s a two-stage belt system, where the inner belt secures my pants in place and uses velcro to keep in position. The outer surface of this belt also has velcro hook fabric, which connects to the outer belt’s loop fabric on it’s inner surface (confusing, right?). The outer belt holds two pistol Taco pouches and my 5.11 Tactical magazine dump pouch (on my left) and has the connectors to my drop-leg SERPA holster for my right leg.

Weapon: This is also where I have to deviate from “canon” for reasons listed above. I can’t quite tell what Ghost is armed with, but at first glance it looked like either an M4/AR15 platform or a SCAR-L/Mk-16 platform. So, hedging my bets, I went with one of my gelsoft (not airsoft or real-steel, as I’m Australian) M4A1s. This one is specifically an M4A1 Block II SOPMOD, with DD RIS2 handguard, MOE carbine stock, an Aimpoint T2-style red dot sight, an AN/PEQ-15 ATPIAL, and AFG2 forward grip. It’s also painted in a three-tone splinter-esque camouflage pattern, inspired by patterns seen in Warzone.

I hope you enjoy this breakdown, I am likely to post updates as I obtain more information and detail from any further released media, or obtain more pieces of equipment to complete this cosplay.

Cheers!

[ilyasorokinn]

ahhh congrats on 700 babe!!!! so happy for you <333

🍁 with barzy and 13 please 👀

FOREVER

thank you bestie!! ❤️

13. “if i can't have you / i don't want nobody baby” (from this prompt list)

you and mat were made for each other. you knew that he knew that, and everyone around you knew that.

you had been together for a few years, and you knew from the moment you met him you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. mat knew the same thing.

it was a beautiful summer day. new york wasn’t too cold, or too hot. there was a wonderful breeze. he decided it was a beautiful day for a picnic and even more of a surprise.

“so, what’s with this picnic?” you asked as he fed you a strawberry.

“i just wanted to do something nice. it’s a beautiful day.” he shrugged.

“huh-uh.” you nodded, not believing him, “i’m sure that’s what it is.”

he chuckled, “it’s the truth.” he told you.

“i don’t believe you,” you told him.

“then don’t.” he shrugged innocently, feeding you more strawberries.

you two spent the rest of the afternoon just enjoying each other’s company. you finished your lunch and were now laying on the blanket, looking up at the clouds.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about. that one totally looks like an elephant.” you told him.

“no, it doesn’t. it looks like a giraffe. i don’t know what you’re talking about.” mat laughed.

you rolled your eyes, shaking your head. you reached into your bag and pulled out a book. mat watched for a few minutes, as your eyes dance along the lines and as you flipped through the pages.

“hey.” he grabbed your attention. you looked up from your book, marking your page and setting your book down.

“hey.” you smiled. you could see the nervousness in his eyes, “what’s wrong?” you asked.

“i-i...” he stuttered, trying to get his thoughts in order, “i’ve been trying to find the perfect way to ask you this question, but i don’t think there is a perfect way.”

you could sense where this conversation was going, “mat...” you smiled at him, and let him take your hands.

“you know, from the moment i met you, i knew you were gonna be it for me. you were the one,” he told you, trying his best not to get too choked up.

“you’re the only person i would want to spend the rest of my life with. i want to wake up to you every morning, and listen to you tell me how aliens invaded earth and took control of everything. i want to listen to you sing taylor swift to me every night when you cook.”

“god, no. i think it’s in everyone’s best interest if i don’t keep singing.” you joked.

he laughed along with you, “my point is you’re the one for me. and if i somehow mess things up and we break up, i don’t think i’ll ever be happy again. i don’t think i’ll ever the okay. i want you and only you. no one else.”

“so...” he began, pulling his hands away from your’s in order to grab the small ring box sitting at the bottom of the picnic basket, “...y/n, the love of my life, the only person for me, my one true love. will you marry me?” he asked.

you were speechless. actually speechless, “yes.” you nodded as if stuck in a trance, “gosh, of course, i will.” you nodded.

mat let out a breath in relief he didn’t even know he was holding. he quickly slipped the ring on your finger and pulled you into his arms.

due to the speed in which he shot up to hug you, you ended up falling back. you both laughed, not even carrying that people were around you.

they were far enough that they wouldn’t hear your conversation, and didn’t see what had just happened.

“well, looks like you’re stuck we need forever.” you joked, running your hands along with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“i can’t say i’ll complain.” you both couldn’t stop smiling.

“that’s good.” you hummed happily.

[fruitcoops]

So this is sort of similar to the people writing fanfic about the lions but can you imagine the YouTube edits? Like the videos that are just "Cap having heart eyes for Loops for 10 minutes straight" or "Loops lovingly dragging Caps name through the mud for 3 minutes" like those kinds of things and I can just imagine them doing reaction videos and it just being funny and the world just loving coops

Okay so this wasn't a specific fic request but I got carried away with imagining videos and....here you go. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove, but Grace and Anna are mine! Bonus points to anyone who remembers the easter egg in this one!

Message From: Gracie

ANNA HOLY SHIT

Anna frowned at her phone screen, squinting to read around the spiderweb crack decorating the upper corner. She had tried to convince herself that it was cool, goth, edgy, but in the end she had to admit that it was just irritating. In a tragic turn of events, packing tape couldn’t fix everything.

Message To: Gracie

Wtf did I do

Two weeks of radio silence, then unexplained accusations. Anna shook her head as the grey bubble disappeared for a third time and turned back to her computer. Grace may have been her favorite cousin—and favorite person, if she was being honest—but very few things came between Anna and video editing. Especially editing for a Lions meme video. She had a whole 2,341 followers to attend to, after all.

Message From: Gracie

DID YOU SEE THE FUCKING INTERVIEW???

Message To: Gracie

Wow thank you so helpful

Message From: Gracie

Skip to 2:45 bestie

A link popped up just as Anna cut a segment from the sleep study video, where Loops’ heart eyes were in full effect. It was a rare, precious find for fan editors like herself.

“Come on,” she groaned. Maybe introducing Grace to the deepest parts of her hockey obsession was a mistake. But, really, what else was she supposed to do when she learned her cousin, who didn’t even live in Gryffindor, got to meet her favorite players just by chilling in a café? What kind of cosmic joke was that?

She narrowed her eyes at the embed of the link, then stifled a shriek. Impossible. How had she missed an upload?

As if on cue, her computer pinged with a new notification from the Lion Pride channel. “Oh, fuck me,” she muttered, scrambling to save her half-done video and pressing play.

The interviewer asked basic questions, ones she had heard the answers to a million times while curating her content. It always felt funny to hear people refer to Cap as ‘Sirius’—it was too official, too formal. She had spent countless hours on the compilations of his softer moments, and they were her most popular videos. Cap Having Heart Eyes for Loops for 10 Minutes Gay. Cap Being an Actual Puppy for Six and a Half Minutes. Everyone Wanting Cap Cuddles for Fifteen Minutes. Every Time Cap Smiles When Someone Mentions His Godson. The list was endless. She loved it.

She did a silent fist pump when she saw the interviewer had snagged both Cap and Loops; that would give her a whole new stream of workable content. If she was lucky, she could expand on her series of Loops Lovingly Roasting His Friends, part…fuck it, who was even counting anymore?

Anna was so caught up in her excitement that she nearly forgot about Grace’s suggestion. I’ve never skipped through a video on the first watch before, she thought hesitantly. But maybe just this once…

Her cursor hovered over the 2:45mark. She closed her eyes, and clicked it.

“—have you been adjusting to life as a celebrity?” the interviewer asked. Anna nearly rolled her eyes when Loops laughed. That question had been used far too often to be interesting anymore.

“It’s had its ups and downs,” Loops said with a smile. “Mostly, though, the fans have been incredible and just knocked my socks off with their support.”

“Really? What’s your favorite part of the Lions fanbase?”

He didn’t miss a beat. “Their creativity, for sure. There was a video a while back where we reacted to some of the comments people left, and this person on Twitter made an absolutely beautiful collage of photos.”

“I have it saved to my phone,” Sirius added.

One more clip for the simp video. Anna made a note on the small corner space of her European History notes. The degree can wait for ten more minutes.

“Do you have a favorite creator?”

The interviewer was clearly teasing, but Loops’ smile was genuine. “I don’t know about a favorite, but there’s this person on YouTube who makes a shit ton of videos and they’re hysterical. I saw one the other day about—god, what was it again?”

“Every time I smile when people mention Harry,” Sirius answered around a laugh. “Can you blame me?”

Anna didn’t hear the next question. A ringing noise filled her ears as she sat, frozen, on her shitty dorm mattress and listened to her literal heroes talk about her dorky little channel. “Holy fuck,” she blurted after a moment of silence. “Holy fuck.”

“—subscribed?” The man’s voice snapped her back to reality.

“Of course I am!” Loops said. “You think I’m passing up a chance to watch a compilation of my friends making stupid decisions for the entire internet to see?”

A noise that would have been a shriek if Anna had any breath left in her body escaped her lungs; she clamped a hand over her mouth and shakily exited from the video before going to her YouTube account. 800 new notifications. 700 new followers in the last quarter hour. She was pretty sure she blacked out for a second from sheer shock and joy.

Message To: Gracie

What

Message From: Gracie

You’re famous!

Message To: Gracie

What

Message From: Gracie

I bet he knows your stuff better than he remembers me tbh

“They know me,” she whispered, staring at her computer. The unfinished video showed a perfect frame of Loops’ soft smile as he watched Cap get his toothbrush stuck in his pajama shirt. Somehow, the thought was both exhilarating and horrifying. What if they thought she was a creep? She wasn’t, not really, just a bored college student with not enough free time for a job but too much to keep herself busy with schoolwork. Her 2,341—no, 3,052—followers were just other hockey nerds looking for time to kill.

And the subject of those videos was one of her subscribers.

Anna slipped her headphones back on and began to edit like it was her last day on earth. Her fingers flew across the keyboard on muscle memory while her brain fizzed. Perfect, she thought. It has to be perfect.

In four hours, it was done. She sat back, panting, then hunched over again and began tapping out a title card.

Hello. Idk if anyone saw the new Lion Pride video today (linked below if anyone wants to see why I’m dying right now) but apparently Remus Lupin is subscribed to this channel and has been for a while.

Hi Loops. I’m Anna. You met my cousin once and she said she liked your sweater.

Now that that’s out of the way, please enjoy the next five minutes of our new rookie being the sappiest mf in existence (except for his fiancé). Mr. Lupin, please tell Hattie I say hello.

She pressed upload, peeled her headphones off, and collapsed backward on her bed.

Message To: Gracie

If I die here, tell the world I did it doing what I loved

Message From: Gracie

Will do

OH FUCK YOU FOR BRINGING UP THE SWEATER I SOUND LIKE A CREEP

Anna covered her itchy eyes with her forearm and settled in for a long, long nap. Her brain still needed to repair a few circuits.

[icollectyoursins]

Kira Yoshikage x Fem!Reader Hand Fetish First Time NSFW

Anon said: "Ok but I love your work oml. Could I request a nsfw KiraxReader? Something where she and Kira have had a kinda vanilla sex life up until now, but during sex she decides to take control and realizes Kira has a hand kink and is actually into it? With lots of praise for her and degradation for him if possible 👉👈"

Once again, tumblr tried to screw me over with this one. Wrote 700 ish words, saved and then wrote another 400-500, clicked somewhere on my mouse pad and it closed the draft. I was nowhere near the close button. Tumblr. Do better. Auto save posts. And then my browser closed out of nowhere while I was trying to rewrite it. Fun, am I right?

Wanna know what I’m willing to write? Rules here!

Have a character, but no idea? Prompt list here!

Looking for more? Master post here!

WARNINGS: Mostly sweet kisses, breast play, hand fetish/kink (both parties), praise, oral (cunnilingus/vaginal and hands) choking (Kira receiving as well as reader at the end), degradation, teasing, riding, cream pie.

Word Count: 1523

     Gentle lips trailed down your body, leaving kisses wherever they could. A light gasp left your mouth as they press into your soft breasts. Kira hums in appreciation, using his thumbs to massage into your hips. He wraps his mouth around your nipple, tongue swirling around it. You arch into his touch, letting out a pleasant moan. 

     Satisfied with the state he’s left you in, he lifts his head up, bright blue eyes looking sweetly into yours. You bring your hand up, cupping his cheek, watching him seemingly melt into your touch. More kisses were placed on your palms and fingers, gradually getting more feverous with every passing moment. You chuckled. He’s always been a little weak to your touch, it was sweet really.

     You couldn’t count how many times you had watched him get distracted from whatever he was doing as your hands drift over his sides, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. Or how often he came home from work, clearly stressed about something. Without fail, you would walk over to him, gently brushing your delicate fingers across his cheekbone. And without fail, he would lean into you, lavishing your hands with gentle kisses until he felt better.

     Though, it never quite lasts as long as you wanted. Kira’s kisses had always been special, but when your hands are in his; when his lips are brushing against your palm, there’s a rush that surges throughout your body. He always seems to notice this and cuts things off before you have the chance to make sense of the wave of feelings. You begin to wonder what would happen if he stayed. What would he do?

     Your mind begins to wander as he continues to decorate your palms with his lips, gradually moving down to your collar bones. You feel his hips roll into you, sending you further into your fantasies. Images of his mouth wrapped around your thumb, enveloping it in warmth. A moan dances over your lips. The image changes to him cleaning something off your palm, but it’s only there for a minute.

     “You’re so good, (Y/N).”

     He breaks you out of your daze, moving his attention lower and lower until he’s hovering above his genitals. Kira places a delicate kiss above his prize before diving in. His tongue licks a long stripe up from the bottom of your vag then up to your clit. You keen, lifting your hips up into his mouth.

     “Don’t move, (Y/N)-that’s it. Stay right there. So beautiful.” His voice is barely above a whisper as he kisses into your plush thighs for a moment, basking in the warmth of your skin. His lips return to your wet folds. Your hands run through his blonde locks, careful not to mess his hair up too much. The hum he lets out vibrates throughout your body, encouraging him more. 

     Kira’s eyes roll back into his head as your fingernails graze against his scalp, setting his nerves on fire. His hands dig into your hips a little more rough than he normally would, attempting to shift his focus to something other than your hands. He knows his nature all too well and has been trying to avoid it, not wanting to lose you just yet. The grip on his hair gets tighter as he hits a nerve in you, one finger slipping in, pushing on your sweet spot.

     “Oh!” You cry out, not caring about his hair anymore, just wanting him to- “oh! There! Yes, yes, yes!”

     The same dialogue is running through his mind as your hands tease him more, threatening to push him over the edge. His boner is almost painful now, pressed into the mattress. He moans again, losing himself in the moment all too quickly. 

     Suddenly, he pulls back, practically throwing your hands off him. Too soon. Not yet. 

     Kira catches his breath while you catch yours, avoiding your gaze. You lean up, bringing your hand back to his cheek. The desperate moan he lets out surprises both of you, wrapping his hand around yours. His breath is heavy. You’re so soft. So warm. 

     “Kira?” You whisper his name. Very rarely have you seen him like this, so riled up. Normally, he would leave, but your touch has him under some kind of spell. What would happen if you push him a little more? The images of him from before return to you, hanging in front of you, tempting you. You graze your thumb over his lips, testing the waters.

     A desperate, breathy moan rips through his throat and he leans in further, holding your hand close.

     “Do you like that?” You ask. 

     “Oooh~ yes,” he moans. You think for a minute, then decide to turn the tables.

     “Get on your back,” you order, gently pushing on his neck, forcing him to lean back.

     “What.” He looks at you a little perplexed, but there’s something in his eyes, some kind of spark that urges you to go further. 

     “I said-” you drove him further back, letting your voice drop into a more serious tone “-get on your back.”

     He complies, hands drifting to your hips, helping you situate yourself on his lap. God, what a temptress you were, turning him on like this. You rocked your hips back and forth, teasing the tip of his cock with your slick folds. He loved it. Your hands squeezed a little more, watching his eyes roll back in bliss. You don’t know what came over you two, but you were thankful. Not that your sex life was boring by any means, but seeing him so-

     “Uuuhnn!~” He moans loudly, matching the movement of your hips.

     Submissive. It makes you wish you had done this sooner. 

     “Not so fast, dear.” You coo, brushing his cheek with your free hand. “Be good for me and stay still, you can do that, right?”

     “Yesss.” Kira hisses. Control was what he did best, of course he could stay still. You moved your hand again, this time, gently raking your nails down his chest and he moans loudly again. Maybe he couldn’t control himself. You were so close, mere centimetres away from pushing him over the edge. “M-mooorrre.” 

     Your thumb glides up his chin, settling on his bottom lip. He opens his mouth, expecting you to put it in, but you don’t.

     “More? Tch, greedy.” You smile down at him, slowly replacing your thumb with your index and middle finger. “Open.” He obeys eagerly.

     With your free hand, you reach behind you, positioning his cock at your slick entrance. Slowly, you slide your fingers into Kira’s mouth. At the same time, you spear yourself on him, relishing in the way he stretches you perfectly. You both moan at the combined feeling, basking in each other’s warmth. His tongue swirls the underside of your fingers, setting your nerves on fire.

     His fingers dig into your thighs, nails no doubt leaving crescent shapes in your skin. The confidence he had in his control was quickly fading the more you pushed your digits into his mouth. You rolled your hips forward, equally losing yourself in the newfound pleasure. Why hadn’t you tried this before? The feel of your fingers, enveloped in warmth affected you more than anticipated, leaving you with an ache in your core that was quickly satisfied by his length pushing into every sweet spot you had.

     You wanted more. You bring your unoccupied hand to his throat again, watching his eyes roll back into his head. 

     “Do you like this, Kira? Do you like when I take control like this?” He groans under you, unable to contain himself. “Who knew you could be tamed this easily? I would have done this sooner if I had known it would have made you such a mess.” 

     That was it. That was all he needed to break. Your hips rocked just so, causing you to slip, pushing down on his neck more. Kira saw white as he pinned your hips to his, keeping you still while he quickly unloaded himself in you. Slowly, you pulled your hands back, watching his face as he came down from his orgasm. He seemed to be stuck in a perpetual state of bliss as you massaged circles into his collarbones.

     Finally, he came back to you, satisfaction painted all over his face. He traced a delicate finger over your cheekbone before cupping it in his hand. You nuzzled into it, basking in the warmth. Then, his thumb trailed over your lower lips just like yours did before. You enjoyed it for a moment, then realized what he was doing, shooting him a shocked look. Playfully, you try to pull away, not wanting to get trapped, but he was too quick, grabbing hold of your neck and pushing you back while he sat up.

     He was still between your legs as your back pressed into the mattress. Kira’s eyes seemed a little darker now. 

     “Did you really think you’d get away with that, (Y/N)?” He pressed his lips into yours, biting the lower one gently. You had a sneaking suspicion it was going to be a long night.

[matthewtkachuk]

forgive me - rafe cameron

you’re ready to forgive Rafe, but first you’re going to make him work for it, sequel to ignore me

warnings: smutty smut smut (sorry not sorry), oral (female receiving), penetrative sex, lil bit of cockwarming (for @anxietyandtacos)

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

word count: 2.9k

a/n: in honor of me hitting 700, here’s the long-awaited sequel to ignore me, i hope yall enjoy 😏 (lowkey this isn’t proofread, sorry not sorry)

Rafe Cameron was the most annoying person on the planet, he was persistent and determined and so goddamn stubborn. He didn’t like to take no for an answer, and he knew every button of yours to press, and boy did he enjoy pressing them. He would pick and prod and poke until it drove you absolutely crazy and you had no choice but to acknowledge him. Above all though, he truly, deeply loved you and that’s why you could never stay mad at him. He didn’t need to know that, though.

After some of the best make up sex you’d ever had in your life, after you had left him in a huff to spend the night in the spare room once again, he’d ramped up his efforts to earn your forgiveness. The next morning he tried the breakfast angle again, this time bringing you eggs benny and a mimosa from your favorite brunch place on the island right to you in bed. You had to hide your smile as you sat up against the headboard and took the tray from him without even a half-hearted thank you. He didn’t say anything, but you saw the way his mouth twisted into a little pout and you could practically hear the gears in his head turn as he thought of his next step.

After you’d finished your breakfast, you made your way back home, thinking the extra bit of distance might further frustrate and motivate him. Lying on your couch, you spent your time scrolling through the several messages Rafe had left for you and giggling at his desperation. The earlier anger you had felt had all but faded, leaving behind soft fondness as you scrolled through various iterations of ‘I’m sorry baby’ and ‘I love you’ and ‘talk to me’ and ‘please’.

As it turns out, Rafe’s next step arrived after lunch in the form of Sarah Cameron holding a garment bag in one hand and a box that looked suspiciously like it might hold a necklace within.

You scoffed at the items in her hands, lifting an eyebrow as you told her, “If he thinks he’s going to buy my forgiveness…” you paused thoughtfully, eyeing the label on the garment bag and the Tiffany blue packaging of the jewelry box, “Well, damn he might be right.” Sarah only giggled and handed off the items to you, telling you that was only ‘the beginning’ and to be ready by 5.

Part of you thought about ignoring your instructions, slipping on a pair of fuzzy pajamas and watching movies with a glass of wine. The thought of Rafe’s face seeing you on the couch when he arrived that evening was almost enough to do it. But, truthfully, you weren’t even that mad anymore and you were really curious to see what kind of dress he had picked out for you. Looking at the time, you sighed. You really needed to shower, and you liked to take your time getting ready, so you got off the couch and headed up into your bathroom.

After your shower, you unzipped the garment bag and admired the silky, black fabric of the dress, more than a little impressed with Rafe. You spent the next few hours slowly getting ready, taking the time to do your hair and even bringing out the winged eyeliner. Your last step was slipping on the dress, loving the feel of the fabric against your skin.

At five o clock on the dot, your doorbell rang. You took your time swiping a thin coat of lip gloss to your lips before rolling them with a smack. Slipping on a pair of simple black heels, you checked yourself out in the mirror one more time. Rafe had done well choosing the dress, it was in your exact size and hugged the contours of your body perfectly. A small smirk graced your face as you imagined his reaction, and you couldn’t wait any longer, leaving the sanctity of your bedroom. You heard Rafe making small talk with your parents as you descended the steps. Your mother had loved Rafe the moment you brought him home as your boyfriend, but your father had taken longer to warm up to him. It made your heart happy to see the two of them getting along and so you rushed down the last few steps to keep from breaking out into a wide grin.

His jaw dropped slightly when you came into sight, eyes respectfully roaming the black dress hugging your figure. “You look beautiful,” he smiled, though his eyes furrowed when he noticed your bare neck.

“Could you help me put this on?” You asked softly, handing him the diamond necklace you grasped in your small hand and turning around, lifting your hair. You couldn’t help the shiver as his hands brushed against your décolletage and quickly clasped the necklace. He was grateful you didn’t feel how his hands shook.

Spinning back around, you grabbed his hand and tried to wish your parents goodnight and make a speedy getaway, but of course your father had other ideas.

“Have her back by 11,” your father gruffly reminded him and you rolled your eyes.

“Dad, I’m twenty years old,” You told him exasperatedly, but he just shook his head and reminded you that you were ‘under his roof’ for the summer.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, darling,” Your mom smiled, placing her hand on your father’s bicep to calm him. Grinning at her, you told them you loved them and all but dragged Rafe out the door. The second the door closed, you let his hand fall and walked purposefully to his truck. The way his smile fell a little hurt your heart, but you were playing the long game and it was too soon to give in. Rushing ahead of you, he opened the door and helped you in before shutting it for you and jogging to the driver side. He didn’t make a move to grab your thigh, and you found yourself missing the warm comfort it provided. While avoiding his gaze, you grabbed his hand from the wheel and placed it on its familiar position on your upper thigh, watching the way the side of his mouth upturned in your peripheral vision.

It didn’t take long to reach your destination, the cute new restaurant with seating on the waterfront. You had been talking about going there since it opened, but you and Rafe hadn’t yet found the time to go. You gave him a questioning look, there was definitely a wait list but he just shrugged and smiled before getting out of the vehicle and meeting you on the passenger side, opening the door for you again and helping you out. He tossed the keys at the valet, and walked into the restaurant, and you didn’t let go of his hand this time.

Sitting at your table overlooking the calm water, the late afternoon made its way into evening in a flurry of smiles and laughter and quiet conversation. You didn’t know if it was the way his larger hand held yours over the table, the soft adoration in his gaze, or the messy way his hair fell in his eyes, but by the time the entrees had been cleared from the table you knew you needed him. You could pretend the whole date hadn’t done a thing for you, or you could try and get him to show you just how sorry he was.

As he looked through the dessert menu, you squeezed his hand and murmured his name. He looked up at you and flushed a little under your intense gaze, asking, “Baby?”

“Take me home,” you told him slowly, and you saw his face fall. Sighing a little, he nodded “Alright-“

“No, Rafe. Take me home,” you emphasized the last word, tongue poking out to lick at your bottom lip. This time, you saw comprehension flash in his eyes and he nodded quickly, pulling out his wallet and dropping a couple hundred dollar bills on the table, more than enough to cover your bill and leave a generous tip.

The drive back to his house was considerably quicker than the drive to the restaurant, and his hand rested dangerously high on your upper thigh the entire drive, stroking it softly and ever so slightly moving closer to where you needed him without ever actually touching. The second he threw the truck into park, he was hopping out of the vehicle. Thankful that Ward, Rose and Wheezie were on the mainland for the week and Sarah was probably slumming it down on the Cut, Rafe pulled you into the house and slammed you against the shut front door, eerily reminiscent of when you had slammed it only a few days ago royally pissed off at your boyfriend.

You hungrily kissed him, hands running through and messing up his already messy hair. One of his hands gripped your waist tightly, the other cupped your left breast. Whimpering into his mouth as the hand on your waist slid down your side and slipped under your dress, you tugged on his hair. “Upstairs?” you asked when he broke the kiss to look at you. He smirked and you gasped when he threw you over his shoulder and carried you up the stairs, hand squeezing your ass just because it was right there and he could.

He set you down gently on your feet, both of his hands coming to rest on either side of your jaw as he pulled you in for a slow, passionate kiss. You felt your head spin, seeing stars as one of his hands slipped a little lower and began to gently put pressure on your neck. Gasping, you started to undo the buttons of his dress shirt, slipping your hand underneath the material and pulling it off of him. Your hands trailed down his toned chest and over his abs, before your smaller hands fumbled with his belt, pulling it clean from the belt loops of his dress pants. When you reached for the button, he pushed your hands away and spun you around to unzip your dress, pressing your chest into the door.

First, he pushed your hair over your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade before beginning to slowly pull the zipper down your back. Kissing every inch of back he exposed, all the way down to where your lower back met your ass before standing back up and pushing the dress off your shoulders, allowing it to spill at your feet. You turned around, back pressed to his bedroom door, and stood before him in just your matching lingerie set, and your entire body felt hot from the way he was looking at you – like you were everything he could ever possibly want. “You’re so beautiful, baby,” he murmured, causing your face to get even warmer.

Running his hands from your shoulder blades, down to your wrists, he linked your hands together as he pressed open mouth kisses down your neck and between your breasts. Pausing to mouth at your nipple through the lace of your bra, he continued kissing and sucking his way down your chest and stomach, stopping at the lace of your panties. You sucked in a deep breath as he sunk to his knees, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh before pulling your panties down your legs and helping you step out of them. He leaned back, admiring your core before stroking you slowly with his index finger, gathering the wetness on the tip of his finger. “Such a pretty pussy baby,” he whispered, “and all wet just for me,”

“Rafe,” you whined, hands moving to grip his hair as he lazily played with you, carefully avoiding your entrance and your clit. He smirked up at you, large hand gripping one of your thighs and lifting it to rest over his shoulder.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take good care of you,” he kissed his way up your thigh, tongue flicking out of his mouth to lick at your clit once, twice. You jerked your hips, one hand leaving his hair to grip the dresser that stood beside his door. He pulled his head back and tilted it up to look at you, continuing with a smirk, “as long as you forgive me.”

The way he was looking at you coupled by his grip on your thigh had you unable to speak. Rafe mistook it as you stubbornly holding onto your anger, choosing to press his thumb to your clit and kiss the inside of your thigh, causing you to gasp. “Forgive me baby? Please you know I can’t stand you bein’ mad at me. I miss you.” He murmured against the smooth skin of your leg. You still couldn’t speak, and so he pressed his mouth to your clit, sucking and licking as you moaned above him. Suddenly stopping, he leaned back to look at you, indicating he wouldn’t continue until you spoke.

“I- yes, I forgive you, please, I-“ you whined, tugging on his hair. Sighing in a mixture of relief and pleasure as he reattached his mouth to your pussy, your head hit the back of the door with a bang when he slipped a finger into you, then another. You couldn’t help but grind your pussy against his face as he noisily sucked and licked. Eating you out was one of Rafe’s favorite things to do, and he once joked that suffocating between your thighs was the only way he wanted to go. It didn’t take long for you to reach your high after he inserted a third finger into you, curling all three fingers and stroking your walls. Your legs shook and you whined his name as you came, slumping against the door. If Rafe hadn’t been holding you up, you’re certain you would have fallen to the ground, boneless. After he had licked you clean, he gently set your leg back on the ground and rose from his knees before he pressed you into the door, kissing you as you tasted yourself on his tongue. His hand wrapped around your body and easily undid the clasp of your bra, slipping the fabric down your arms until you stood bare before him entirely.

Pressing a kiss to your lips again, he began to undo the button of his pants, before telling you to ‘get on the bed, baby’. Your legs felt like jello as you made the four steps to the bed, crawling onto the bed and laying against the pillows, watching him slip out of his pants and boxers, mouthwatering at the sight of his naked body.

You waited with baited breath as he crawled his way over your body, leaning down to kiss you again, slipping his tongue in your mouth as your chests pressed together. You ran your hands up his muscled back, holding him close to you as you kissed. He leaned his body weight on his forearms that rested on either side of your head, before reaching down to guide himself into your warm heat. The stretch was so good it was almost painful as he slowly entered you, inch by inch until your hips met. He was slow at first, keeping an even pace as he pressed kisses against your neck, your chest. “See how good it can be when you forgive me, baby?” he murmured into your neck. You could only whine in response, holding him tightly to your body.

It was the way his hips thrust in and out of you, the soft affirmations he whispered in between breathy, whiny moans, the way he gripped the headboard. It was the way he told you he loved you when he was fucking you into the mattress, the look in his eyes as he hiked your leg up further up his hip to enter you even deeper. It was the perfectly imperfect combination of all things Rafe Cameron that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your pussy clenching on his dick, as you came hard for the second time. Groaning at the feeling of you around him, he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own high.

Wanting to help him, you pressed a kiss to the spot just under his ear, smiling when he rewarded you with a whiny moan. Mind clouded with the pleasure he was still giving you, you incoherently rambled in his ear, “God I love you so much baby, you’re so good to me. You make me feel so good, no one can make me feel this good but you.”

Groaning, he slipped a hand down to rub against your clit, hoping to bring you to your third orgasm as he approached his own. Back arching without warning, you came unexpectedly around him again, crying his name and “I love you” and “I forgive you baby, I forgive you.” Your words spurned him on, and he came inside you before collapsing on top of you, cock still buried deep in you. You held him to your chest as it heaved, willing your soul to return to your body.

“You forgive me, huh?” He mumbled, smirking against your chest, “Was it the three orgasms, dinner, or the Tiffany necklace?”

“Oh baby,” you giggled, leaning down to kiss his sweaty forehead, “I already forgave you before all that, just wanted to make you sweat a little.”

Throwing his head back in a whiny laugh, he pressed a kiss to your chest, “Cruel woman.”

“Ya, but you’ll forgive me.”

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[heyimash06]

“Housekeeping!” Ashton said, opening the door to his roommate’s bedroom. Opening the door and peeking in, he found the room to be empty. “Oh, nobody’s home,” they said again, quieter. Slowly stepping into the room, Ashton found the only-slightly-messy room he’d expect from a guy like Aspen. Then again, Aspen was kind of an oddball (affectionate), so it was still slightly unexpected. Cie stepped into the room, carrying a full laundry basket. Min reckoned his roommate might appreciate not having to do laundry for the week, and Ashton had free time, so why not?

The room had a light blue theme, clearly Asp preferred things to match (Ashton usually did too, but when it came to furniture, there was no point trying). An organized white desk sat opposite a bed covered in fuzzy blankets. There was a stack of books near the end so Mitzi, Asp's kitten, could climb up. Ashton approached the dresser to see how mins roommate organized his clothes, just to go the extra mile and put it all away. Opening a drawer, he nodded. Pants in one drawer, shirts & flannels in another, and everything else in the remaining space. He was about to get to work when an open notebook on the desk caught his attention. It would be super nosy and rude to check it out, but...

Cie dropped the flannel cie was in the middle of folding and walked over to the desk. The notebook open seemed to be an old, battered, 700-page spiral you would get in high school because you overestimate how many notes you're going to take. On both sides, there was a date, the current day and the day before. Each page had different notes and... numbers? written on every line. Examples were, "Mitzi joined me on the couch +4," and "chat got too rowdy -7". On the day before, there were events Ashton recognized. "Ashton brought me hot chocolate +8," and "chat keeps demanding the 'pretty man' back -6". Cie remembered the first part, but cie wasn't aware cie'd somehow gotten an entire Twitch chat to get off-track for long enough to make Asp... tired? Was that what this notebook was? Energy levels? He started flipping through pages, reading the different little notes. "Found an old book I liked +3," "watched TV with Ashton, Loki, and Mitzi +7," "dropped my food immediately after taking it out of the microwave -10," so many notes and numbers.

Eventually, min found minself a couple of months back, the day min'd first flown up from Texas. There were a few airport struggles that had negative numbers, while at the bottom of the list, highlighted in blue was, "met Ashton for the first time in person +20." That one made Ashton smile as he felt his cheeks heating up slightly. So far, all the number has been on a scale of -10 to 10, so the +20 surprised them slightly. Asp wasn't usually one to break 'patterns' so to speak, so he must've been... well, really happy to double the maximum number.

That... actually made them unreasonably happy. Honestly, they'd had a little bit (ok, a lotta bit) of a crush on their current roommate/ex-online friend for a while, even before flying up to meet him. It may be a little hopeless, given how dense Asp was and how shy they themself were, but if there's a will, there's a way, and boy did Ashton have higher hopes than he did a day ago after snooping into Aspen's notebook. Flipping back to the right day, min tilted mins head, thinking. After looking at the different scores each action got, cie noticed a sort of pattern. Every instance that mentioned Ashton was +5 and above... did that actually mean something or was min reading too far into things-? Probably the second, but... Hm. There was only one way to really find out...

Closing the door behind him, Ashton quickly stepped out of the room and slid around the halls of their shared apartment, making his way to the kitchen. Chi went a little too fast, as chi whacked chis head into one of the cabinets on the way in, but oh well. They stepped back, rubbing their forehead a bit before looking up at their confused roommate and saying, "hi," with a smile.

After a moment of confused silence, Aspen responded with, "hey Ashton. You... good?" Cies roommate set his mug on the counter and looked over at cie.

"Uh- Yeah. I'm good. More than good, actually, I uh- um-" Ashton hadn't actually thought this far ahead with what he was going to do. What was he supposed to do? Straight-up tell his roommate and best friend they snooped in his diary and that they're madly in love with him? That would be weird. "Y-you?" he asked, stalling while he tried to actually think of what to do.

"I'm also good," Asp said, fidgeting with his fingers by popping the joints at the top. "Is there a specific reason you're extra jittery today?" There was definitely a reason, ey just needed to think of how to explain said reason. Because ey did want to explain. Ey wanted to explain everything. Finding the notebook, snooping, and then rushing out to tell him something really important.

Ashton nodded. "Yeah, there- there is. I- I uh... I did your laundry for you since I reckoned you might appreciate not having to do it, and I was about to put it away for you when I saw the notebook sitting on your desk, and admittedly I was nosy and I looked at it and flipped back a few months and saw that all of the little notes involving me were really positive and-" He was rambling, waving his hands around in front of him. Where the hell was he going with this? "-and I was wondering if all of that meant you kind of maybe sort of liked me, because I really like you, so that would work out, like, really well, so like- um- yeah."

Their roommate stood there for a second, seemingly still processing what they'd said. Oh god, had he said too much? Did Asp think he was weird and rude or something for looking at his notebook?? Ashton stood there anxiously for a second, pinching at his neck, while he waited for Asp's response.

"I- Oh my god, I can't believe I left my notebook out-" Asp mumbled, covering his face with his hands. "I- I'm sorry. That was probably really weird for you to see, but like- I- I keep track of like, how much energy I have and what gives and takes energy and stuff and- and I guess that I just really like being around you," he explained, peeking through his hands slightly to try and gauge Ashton's reaction.

"Oh," was all Ashton's peanut brain could respond with for a moment. "I- I mean- cool. Er- thanks? Y-you too- Ah- I'm so sorry-" cie blurted out, not sure how to respond to something like that. It was honestly a good idea, in a way, and it was just the right about of dweebish to be cute. Still, Ashton was slightly embarrassed about making such a fool of himself in front of Asp.

That didn't answer his question, though. Maybe Asp thought he meant normal like not like, like like. Should ey clarify? Would that make it awkward? It might... Gah, he should have just been clear in the first place.

Asp cleared his throat and removed his hands from his face, revealing it to be a bit red, saying, "and to... answer your actual question... yeah, kinda. Well, not kinda, I really do like you a lot, but uh... I guess it just felt like it would be kind of awkward to admit after... god, like, seven years?" Oh, so he hadn't misinterpreted it... Ashton almost wished he had, just in case cie'd somehow managed to crash and burn.

"Cool..." min blurted out, quickly adding, "I- Uh- Not- I mean- It is cool that you kinda sorta like me back, but like, that- that's not what I meant to say, I- I just think you're really pretty and I really enjoy hanging out with you and stuff and um- yeah." God, he was bungling it, wasn't he?

"Is that... your attempt at flirting with me?" Asp asked jokingly as he smiled.

Ashton sighed, relieved it wasn't a completely scuffed attempt. "Asp, I may or may not have been trying to do that for like, three years... is it working-?"

The white-haired young man laughed a bit, stepping closer and saying, "surprisingly well."

"Oh- that- that's a relief," ey said, laughing as well. He felt a bit stupid for worrying so much for so long, but at least it was over and done with? He may look pinker than his favorite brand of bubblegum, but at least he'd gotten a three-year-long crush off his chest. But he also had no fucking clue what he was supposed to do next. He'd never properly confessed to anyone or asked anyone out in middle or high school, being the extremely awkward, very low-confidence person he was, so there wasn't any previous experience to go off of. They awkwardly stood there for a moment, pinching at their neck and looking between Asp and Asp's shoes, unsure of what he was supposed to be doing. His head also still hurt from running into a wooden cabinet at full speed.

Asp also just stood there for a minute, fidgeting with his fingers. After a slightly awkward silence, he asked, "do you... want, like, a kiss or something?"

Ashton felt his face heat up a bit more. "I- I mean I wouldn't be opposed, but only if you're-" In the time it took em to say that, Asp had stepped closer and pulled the already slouching Ashton down by the neck to give the ma quick kiss on the forehead. It kind of caused Ashton's brain to short circuit for a second before he wrapped his arms around Asp's neck, pulling him into a hug. A bubbly feeling danced around in his chest as they felt Asp hug them back. Out of habit, cie stood on cies tippy toes, nearly knocking them both over, and tilted his chin up to rest it on Asp's fluffy hair. "Mm.. your hair is soft. I never really noticed that before," Ashton mumbled, closing his eyes.

"And you're very squishy," Asp replied.

"Thanks, it's the five layers of shirts," cie joked. They were actually wearing six layers if you counted their hoodie. Ashton liked layers. They made him feel safer and less exposed.

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