#and have everyone be like chill about it. cause it’s

[al0velyuniverse]

Body Shots

I woke up in a cold sweat to write this and it went from a short little paragraph to a four part series, please enjoy

●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●

Pt.1 | Pt.2 |

CW: Drinking (duh), drunk sex, (oral male!receiving), exhibition (kinda? In a loose term), mentions of Simon sharing you with the team

The first time you suggested body shots you were in your boyfriend Simon’s apartment drinking with his team. 

Johnny and Gaz sat at the kitchen counter, chatting about something unimportant. You and Simon sat on the couch, but he was turned away from you talking to Price. You were feeling incredibly bored so you spoke, “I think body shots could be fun right now., don’t you boys?” When the words left your lips all conversation ceased and you could see all of their eyes light up, thinking they’re about to not only see you topless but they get to lick you. What nobody excepted; however, was for you to gently push Simon onto his back on the couch. When you asked, Gaz scrambled to find and hand you the supplies without a second thought. The room was silent except for the quiet radio as everyone watched you pull Simon’s shirt up, sprinkle a trail of salt onto his chest, and place a lime wedge between his lips. A strained “fuck” left Johnny’s lips when you moved to straddle Simon. You could have sworn you saw Johnny and Gaz adjust themselves in sync when you leaned down to slowly lick the salt off of Simon’s chest. You threw back the shot of tequila with ease before taking the lime from Simon’s mouth with your own. With a self satisfied smirk on your face and the attention of all four men in the room you sat back up properly. “Anyone else want a turn?” Unfortunately nobody else would get a turn that night, Simon demanding they all get lost. You stood to let him physically push everyone out of the door, laughing at the chorus of ‘boos’ and complaints that you two received. 

When the door finally shut Simon whipped around and grabbed you by the hair, using his grip to push you to your knees with one hand and undo his fly with the other. “Think you’re cheeky huh? Think it’s funny to let ‘em think they get to put their mouths on you, just to be a fuckin’ tease and make ‘em all watch you take the shot instead?” His words surprised you for a moment, he wasn’t mad that you implied his team could put their mouths on you…oh no, he was pissed because you made them think they could and then denied them. The realization sent chills down your spine, but before you could get any words in either to tease him or poke at the idea of him sharing you Simon was forcing your mouth open. “C’mon luv, open up for me. You were so eager to use your mouth earlier. Let’s see you do it again yeah?”

Simon laid his leaking tip on your tongue when you stuck it out for him. You looked up at him with those pretty doe eyes you knew made him crazy as you slowly took more of him into your mouth. The taste of his pre-cum mixing with the aftertaste of the shot you had just taken caused you to let out an involuntary moan. As if acting on some primal instinct Simon pushed your head as far down as you could go, 3/4 of the way his pushing was met with resistance “come on sweet’eart…swallow. Swa-yeah, attagirl.”” You manage to get those last few inches down your throat, your nose brushing against those pretty blonde curls at his base. Your hands reached up to brace yourself on his thighs as he started to move your head, using your mouth like his own personal toy. The gagging and slurping sounds that emitted from you were downright filthy, and your looked matched the sounds. Saliva covering your chin and dripping down onto your chest. After what felt like forever but was probably just a few minutes or so your boyfriend pulled you off of him with a satisfying ‘pop’. Your chest heaved as you attempted to catch your breath. Simon let go of your hair and moved to sit back on the couch, you didn’t dare move a muscle.  Once he was comfortable he looked you over and patted his lap. The simple non-verbal command and you stripping your bottoms and moving to straddle his lap.

You were already soaked and both of you knew it. “You this fuckin’ wet just from sucking me off dove?” His words were accompanied by the feeling of his finger sliding across your slit, gathering up some of the wetness that leaked from you. The gentle touch alone had you bucking your hips, an action that was quickly halted by Simons free hand gripping your thigh. “Wait” His voice dark and rough and had that ’don’t fuck with me’ tone that made your stomach do backflips. You watched with wide eyes as Simon brought his finger to his lips and sucked your slick off of his finger. “Fuckin’ divine you know that luv?”  Your response came in the form of a desperate whimper and another attempt to grind your aching cunt against his cock. It was right there, so close and still wet from your saliva.

Simon let out a chuckle before lifting your hips a little so he could properly position himself, lining up with your hole in a practiced manner that came from far too much couch sex. He helped you slowly lower yourself down onto him, letting you accommodate to the stretch. “Thats it. Thats a good girl, just like that,” When you were properly sat you both let out a shuddery breath. No matter how many times he fucked you his size was still a shock to your body that you had to adjust to, but once you were ready your hips became an unstoppable force. Not that Simon would want to stop the way you bounced up and down, moved back and forth, greedy walls gripping him and trying to suck him back in every time you pulled up even a little. It was absolute heaven for both of you and it was bringing you closer to your orgasm faster than you cared to admit. 

Your moans raised in pitch the closer you got to your orgasm “Simon..Si..Simons please im-“ He covered your mouth with his hand quickly. “Not yet, please…just a little longer, wanna fuck your cunt for just al little longer. You can wait cant you doll?” You whined in protest but nodded nevertheless, you couldn’t say no to him. Especially when his eyebrows scrunched together and his eyes squeezed shut as his hips rammed up into yours, the feeling making you borderline delirious. Simon didn’t tell you that you were allowed to cum yet , at least not verbally. Instead he reached a hand down between your bodies to rub at your poor sensitive and neglected clit, it was too much. The please making your head spin and hips falter. “S’okay dove, let go for me.” Thats all you needed to absolutely fall apart on top of your boyfriend, his own Orgasm following soon after.

One satisfying and much needed shower later Simon was tucking you into bed and pulling you close to him. As you drifted off to sleep you could hear him mutter about how well you did and how good you could be for his boys.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Poly!plastics x Skater!reader

While skating reader ended up breaking their wrist doing some dumbass trick and comes to school with a cast, and the plastics are integrating reader (mostly Regina and Gretchen), mf just says “oh yea i broke my wrist doing a trick” like it’s the calmest thing in the world 💀

What The Fuck

|| poly!plastics x nonbinary!skater!reader

|| Warnings; injured reader, swearing, Regina pissed at reader, short drabble

|| Summary; when reader shows up to school with an injury, the girls are concerned. More so than reader, it seems.

Requests closed!

Started; November 19th

Finished; November 19th

~~~

It happened so fast you barely had time to react. You were out skating. Just rolling down the street on your skateboard, popping tricks and testing out various things. As your board landed, you caught a pebble the wrong way and it suddenly stopped. Causing you to go flying forwards. Of course, you just had to land right on your wrist. Pain immediately shot through your body. An almost whimper like sound escaping your lips. Fuck. That's definitely broken.

The following day, you walked into school with a cast around your wrist. People glanced at you and gave you strange looks. Wondering what could have happened to you. They knew who you were. How couldn't they? You were part of the school's infamous poly group with the plastics. Everyone knew you. It was hard not to.

You made your way to your locker, struggling a bit with your lock as you could only use one hand. Once it was opened, you set your bag inside and got out whatever books you needed. Just as the plastics walked over to you. Gretchen was the first one you heard.

"Oh my God!!" Gretchen's voice rang out throughout the hall, startling Karen who looked at her. Confusion and concern on her face," Y/N, what happened to your wrist?!" She ran over to inspect you. Quickly followed by Regina and Karen.

"Seriously, what dumbass stunt did you pull this time?" Regina asked, eyes looking over your cast before landing on you. You glanced at it, then at them.

"Oh. Yeah. I broke my wrist doing a trick," you replied with a shrug. A shrug. You just... shrugged it off? Gretchen was gonna lose it but Regina got it first.

"I'm sorry, what the fuck?" She stared at you. Mixes of concern and anger at your chillness about it in her eyes. You shrugged again. Karen seemed to have finally caught up with what was happening, because she suddenly gasped and looked at your cast.

"Can I colour it?!" Karen beamed, you couldn't help but laugh and dug in your locker for your markers.

"Sure, baby." Once you got them, you handed them to her and the three of you made your way to class. Not before you closed up your locker though, obviously. Karen drew as you walked, she was actually a very good artist. You couldn't help but watch. Regina was still annoyed at you, sending you glares and giving silent treatment. How were you so calm about a broken wrist? Why didn't you tell them? She was mostly upset you never bothered to say anything last night and just let them find out. Cause what the fuck.

Gretchen noticed you carrying your books and immediately took them from you," let me get these. You're hurt."

"I'm hurt but not helpless, Gretchen." You sighed, but the determination and seriousness in her eyes kept you from arguing further. She carried your books, Karen decorated your cast and Regina seethed in silence. However she would yell at you more later, when they had the time. You were saved by the bell.

[bathic]

⌜KHJ/FR/JWY⌟

It wasn’t like McDonald’s wasn’t hiring, or the grocery store down the block didn’t blast on every job-finding website about how they were in desperate need of young, fresh, youth with little to no experience to bag customers purchases. And while you and your two housemates wouldn’t knock it for the ones pursuing those opportunities; that line of pay was just not enough to make it work. And sex sells so much better than burgers. ↳ Warnings: Camera sex, Frottage, mentions of threesome, filming sexual acts, hand-jobs, two dicks in one hand (lmao), some cum.

“Could you just… yeah… a little to the— no, too far. Okay, keep going… stop!” You switched your sight on the viewfinder, fingers adjusting the focus and leveling the brightness out.

“I get we are amateurs, but shouldn’t you have had the camera at least set-up and ready before we got our cocks out?”

“I just bought this thing yesterday, cut me some slack, Joong.”

[Camera zooms in; focus blurs]

“Dammit—“

“Should have spent the rest of the afternoon yesterday figuring out how to work that thing instead of running off to hook-up with San at that stupid frat party.” Hongjoong looked at you with a very mild expression of exasperation. Propped back on his elbows with the bottom of his long-sleeved shirt shoved above his pecs to display his entire abdomen in all its fleshy glory— from dusky nipples to the barely visible happy trail that paved a nice little path to his flaccid cock.

“He’s got you there.”

You fixed Wooyoung with a half-hearted glare, “I wasn’t ‘running off to hook up’ with San… okay, I was— at first. But when I got to his fraternity house, the poor guy was in total freak-out mode.”

[Camera focuses]

“Shit, I think I got it—“

“Finally!”

“Why was he freaking out?”

When you look back up, Wooyoung is mirroring Hongjoong’s pose; laid back on elbows, legs bent at the knees up and spread to give a hood eyeful of his thick tanned thighs, soft cock and the dark bush at the base of his shaft. He chose to not roll his black t-shirt up but plucked the bottom of it up and mouth so that every bit of skin below his belly button was visible.

“Apparently,” You shift to position your hand comfortably into the holding strap, finger perched at the ready against the recording button. “Jongho and his roommate had decided to use his room for some fun and got caught using one of his stuffed animals as a knee cushion.”

Wooyoung seemed to know exactly what you were talking about despite having asked the inquiry to San’s emotional state, snapping his fingers with widened eyes. “The blowjob video! Remember,” He faces Hongjoong with his lips pursed outward, eyebrows raised excitedly. “I mentioned that Jongho and his roomie had sent a recording of her sucking him off to rile me up. That was that!”

Hongjoong rolled his eyes, shifting his gaze back to you.

“Are you ready? The draft in here is making my foreskin cold.” He grimaced at the chill causing his skin to pebble up on his exposed stomach.

“Ready when you both are.”

Wooyoung grumbled under his breath, pouting slightly at having the conversation completely stunted before it even got good. Leave it to Hongjoong to be a buzzkill.

“Wooyoung, the lube.”

The younger of the two men reached an arm back blindly to grab at the abandoned bottle of non-scented lubrication, popping the cap with his thumb and squeezing a copious amount of clear goop onto his palm. You swooped in to collect the bottle and tossed it out of frame. Wooyoung looked over at Hongjoong to see him eyeing the slight bubbled blob with a curled lip.

“What?”

“You’re jerking us off not sticking your fist up my ass. Was that much really necessary?”

Wooyoung groans, head flopping back dramatically. “Do you have to complain about every little thing someone does?”

Before Hongjoong could settle into ‘not everyone, just you’ speech, you interrupted with a shove to both of their knees. “Save it till after we’ve filmed this, yeah?”

“Whatever.” Wooyoung without further comment, scooted closer to Hongjoong until the back of their bare thighs touched and balls lightly pressed together. His hand curled around his own soft cock first, giving it a couple tugs before moving to curl his long fingers around Hongjoong’s. All three of you watched the tricky finessing, the lube making it harder to really wrangle both cocks into Wooyoung’s fist.

“Joongie, move a bit closer. Can’t grab your cock—“

Hongjoong huffed, ignoring the heat burning at his ears and neck as he inched closer. The feeling of his skin shifting and pressing tight against Wooyoung’s made his cock twitch, something he chose to ignore in favor of adjusting himself back onto his elbows and letting his legs widen for the camera in your hand. You gave him a thumbs up, peeking from over the viewfinder.

“Lookin’ good.”

Wooyoung, with his lubed hand now properly wrapped around both of their cocks, gave the signal for you to press the record button.

[Red light blinks on; timestamp appears onto screen of viewfinder; camera recording]

Hongjoong looks at the camera, at that red indicator for a good long second before shifting his gaze down at his lubed cock, held firm in Wooyoung’s fist. Seeing the slightly flushed head disappear then reappear alongside his roommate's bulbous tip, wrinkled skin tugging back like the wrapper on a push-pop, made every grievance he had for this ludicrous idea burn up into thin speckling’s of ash. The sight was undeniably hot, to you, to him, to Wooyoung who had let pretty little whines fall past his self-bitten lips without a single care.

“Fuck—“ Wooyoung flexed his fingers a bit, adjusting some to bend closer to his inner hand so that the blunt ends of his nails lightly scratched against Hongjoong’s shaft.

You watched them through the viewfinder with rapt attention, sucking your bottom lip between teeth. It doesn’t take a scientist to admit how downright good-looking your housemates are, both tanned, nicely built without the overdone bulging muscles of some steroidal chemical, pretty thick lips and shapely noses. You remembered briefly after a long night bar hopping with a couple of your girlfriends— one slurring over her words as you stumbled to maintain not only her deadweight but your own decline in equilibrium, that she thought you were not only the luckiest person to be alive and the most stupid… to also be alive.

At that point, you had been housemates for about two years with Hongjoong and Wooyoung. And only that.

To her— that made you the biggest idiot on campus. Living with two of the finest men and yet all you ever did with them was watch reruns of SNL and play ‘who can chug the most seltzer water within thirty seconds without throwing up’— Hongjoong holds that title quite proudly, even if he ended up vomiting just a moment after you did. Wooyoung didn’t even last the first three gulps before blowing the drink out of his nose and subsequently choking on the remainder that escaped down the wrong pipe.

No, you didn’t sleep with them… at first.

But now all three of you had just passed the mark of four and a half years of living together and somewhere down the hazy path did you end up with Wooyoung’s cock far down your throat while taking up one of the few stalls with a working toilet in some grimy underground club, knees bruised with small squares of toilet paper you thought would help cushion them imbedded into your skin. Hongjoong, an idea that wasn’t so grand, ate your pussy out on the couch after eating extra spicy jjajangmyeon (curtesy of you and your need to bet on everything) which caused an unfavorable burn to light up between your legs. And while both instances weren’t exactly ideal, they did open the doors into something physical between the three of you.

Something that came with a whole inner circle of friends and a long conversation of not-so exclusive exclusivity.

You were free to sleep with whoever you wanted whenever you wanted— as long as it was only with those in that inner circle. Which meant the mutual friends that bridged between Hongjoong and Wooyoung were fair game, something they themselves agreed on, except for Jongho whom preferred to keep his ‘benefits’ with his own roommate. You had no objections so long as they also kept to the inner circle and even encouraged them to try things with a few of your own friend's (Wooyoung to dabble with Jongho and his roomie for example).

Hongjoong parted his fingers down the center, using the triangular space to slot the base of his cock into, a huffy moan rattling up from his throat. He squeezed— once, twice, three times with every downward drag of Wooyoung’s hand, his nails igniting a tingling path in their wake.

“I can feel your balls twitching against mine.”

You would have laughed if not for the heavily erotic situation. Wooyoung fisting their combined cocks while panting roughly, eyes lidded and focused solely on Hongjoong across from him.

Hongjoong fared no better. His skin flushed from his cheeks down to his neck and along his exposed abdomen, nipples hard where they catch against the crumpled fabric of his shirt lying sloppy against his upper chest. He watched the camera, giving the lens sultry looks and unabashed moans. It made you feel like he was looking at you through the camera.

“Yeah? Feels good… shit, your hand feels good on my cock.”

Wooyoung rolled his head back with a perfect view of every knob along the column of his throat, a gravelly groan shifting his Adam’s apple.

“Don’t— Don’t say things like that, might blow my load early. Wanna… fuck… wanna come together.”

You figured that Wooyoung was playing it up a bit but taking a real good look at his raised brows and parted lips, the sweat on his upper lip and forehead telling enough of how much he was truly into this. Mutually jacking off his roommate and himself struck a profound nerve somewhere within him— it almost made you just a tad bit envious.

Hongjoong’s toes curled, the dribble of precum he could feel at his tip caught on the camera. If you tried hard enough, you could practically imagine the taste of it on your tongue. That thought alone was enough to make your shift a bit, careful not to shake the camera out of focus.

“‘M getting close, Youngie. Go faster.”

Wooyoung’s slicked up hand moved quicker along their cocks, tightly squeezing both shafts and jerking from the base to the tips in one long drag. The rubbing, the moaning, the heat and the skin contact from one underside to the next was enough to throttle Hongjoong over the edge, his cum bubbling up in short spurts that coated his roommates hurried fist. Wooyoung befell to his own orgasm, shuddering enough that his leg accidentally kicked out and shook you from your kneeled position. His cum shot up like a milky geyser, splattering over his shirt and both of their lower extremities.

You gaped at the amount before clicking the stop button and moving the camera from away from your face.

“Dude… I think we might have just made something that’ll pay next month's rent in full.”

Hongjoong huffs, head lolling to the side to lay on his shoulder. “You think?”

Wooyoung plops back, his chest heaving and soiled hand rubbing mindlessly across a clean patch of his shirt.

“I can’t feel my legs— or my arm.”

You scooch closer to them, knees knocking into the sides of their lower legs. “I don’t think— I know. Definitely one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen before. To be honest, I’m a bit jealous.”

Hongjoong reaches a handout to gather some of his and Wooyoung’s cum from his inner thigh, presenting his evenly coated fingers to you with a sly curl to his lips.

“Can’t forget to pay the camerawoman.”

And you wouldn’t dare dream of rejecting such a lovey offer.

[clumsybriar]

Keegan Russ X GN! Reader - Merry Christmas Baby

Keegan Russ X GN! Reader - Merry Christmas Baby

Notes: This is my first Gender Neutral Reader fanfic so please let me know If you see any mess ups where the reader has a gender. I don't even think I used (y/n) in this either. I did reread this multiple times but I don't always catch anything and I want to make sure it's available for everyone so don't be afraid to reach out if there is a mistake. This is just pure Christmas Fluff!

Word Count: 1,357

Warnings: None! Just a short little fluffy Christmas one-shot and more Holiday one-shots to come cause I love the holidays!

It was a crisp winter night, Christmas eve to be exact. It was the kind of night where snowflakes hung delicately in the air, each one gliding down to kiss the ground creating a white coating. The streets were lined with twinkling lights, and the smell of pine and cinnamon drifted from every corner. The world felt at peace, quiet, almost like it was holding its breath for something magical to happen.

Kids rushed around giggling and laughing as parents begged them to slow down but with a smile on their face. Friends handed each other gifts because it was the last time they would see each other before the holidays. You glanced around smiling, feeling the joy in the atmosphere around you. You walked out of the coffee shop seeing your partner arrive on the scene on the dot like he always did.

As you opened the door, Keegan stood there, framed by the soft glow of the street light, looking effortlessly handsome in the winter night. His dark hair, a little tousled by the cold wind, had a rugged charm that made your heart skip. He wore a thick woolen scarf loosely around his neck, its deep burgundy color contrasting nicely with the dark jacket he had on. The snowflakes caught in his hair and on the shoulders of his coat, adding an almost cinematic touch to his already striking appearance.

His sharp jawline was dusted with a few days’ worth of stubble, giving him a casual, but undeniably handsome look. His eyes—bright blue but warm—seemed to gleam as they met yours, filled with a mix of affection and a hint of mischief, as if he knew exactly how much he made your heart race with just a look. His broad shoulders and the easy confidence in his stance made it clear that, despite the chill in the air, he was perfectly at home in this moment, standing in front of you, his presence a perfect match for the quiet magic of the winter night.

Everything about him seemed to glow against the backdrop of the snowy scene, and for a brief moment, you almost forgot about the holiday decorations, the warmth of your home needing Christmas’ subtle touch—because the sight of Keegan on this perfect Christmas Eve felt like its own kind of gift.

“How was the work party?” You asked, bringing the hot chocolate to your lips. 

“Ah, you know baby,” he paused, shrugging his shoulders as his warm embrace greeted you. You couldn’t help but nuzzle into his comforting embrace. “Boring without you.” 

“I could only imagine,” you began to laugh. “There was no one to cause mischief with.” Your eyes softly stared into his. 

As you walked further away from the busy streets the sound of children's laughter and friendly chatter died down. You gently held your hot chocolate enjoying the warmth of Keegan beside you. 

“You abandoned me,” he teased. 

You let out a bark of a laugh as you glanced up at keegan with a smile. “I would have gone,” you said. “But you know Cali needed a sitter and my sister called me.” You lifted the warm cup to your lips smelling the rich coco. “Cali missed Uncle Keegan, she couldn’t understand where her favorite Uncle was.” 

“I missed Cali too,” Keegan smiled down at you as he tucked closer to you passing other couples on the sidewalk. 

“It’s nice knowing I'm the favorite uncle and we aren’t even married yet.” Keegan smirked proudly. “I worked hard for that title, none of you will ever beat me.” he said proudly. “Not even Christian, he can buy all the gifts he wants—”

“—but nothing beats the mischief Uncle Keegan brings along.” You finished in a monotone voice and then laughed softly. “You're so cocky.” 

“You love me,” he gave you an eskimo kiss, making you chuckle. 

“I do, I do.” you confirmed.

The night air was crisp, but not too cold. The streets were quiet, save for the soft crunch of snow beneath your boots and the occasional distant laughter of people gathered around warm windows. Keegan walked beside you, his hands in the pockets of his jacket, a relaxed smile on his face as he turned every now and then to glance at you.

“You know,” he said, breaking the comfortable silence, “I think this might be my favorite part of Christmas—just… being able to walk around with you, no pressure, no rush. Just us, taking our time.”

You smiled, looking up at him. “I think you’re right. There’s something about the holidays that makes everything feel a little more magical. Even just walking down the street, it feels like the world’s a little slower. A little warmer.” You hummed looking around as you got closer to the shopping district. “Could just be the Christmas lights,” you snorted shrugging. “But I don’t care. It’s magical.”

Keegan’s eyes softened as he looked ahead, nodding. “Exactly. And with you, everything just seems… better. You make everything better.” 

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. “I’d love to say the same about you…” you teased. 

“Hey,” he laughed softly. “Troublemaker.”

“My bad, my bad.” you snickered. “No…you make everything better,” you nodded.

As you both walked on, chatting about everything and nothing, you approached a small park decorated with a few lights, and as you passed under a little archway strung with greenery and twinkling lights, something unexpected caught your eye.

Above you, hanging casually from the arch, was a sprig of mistletoe—perfectly placed, just waiting for the moment.

You looked up, then glanced over at Keegan, who had already spotted it. His expression shifted to something playful, that familiar twinkle in his eye as he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Well,” he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, “I guess we’ve got no choice but to follow tradition.”

You could feel your heart pick up its pace, the air between you thickening with the kind of electricity that only a moment like this could create. You were standing right under it, after all.

“Guess not,” you replied, your voice quieter now, teasing, but with a hint of nervous excitement. Your eyes met his, a silent agreement passing between you. “Who are we to deny traditions?”

Keegan stepped closer, the playful smirk still on his face, but now his gaze was softer, more intense. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while now,” he murmured, voice low as he smirked at his own joke.

Before you could reply, Keegan was gently cupping your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek, his touch sending a wave of warmth through you. The world seemed to fade around you, leaving just the two of you standing under the mistletoe, the quiet hum of the night filling the space between you.

And then, as though it was the most natural thing in the world, he leaned in.

The kiss was gentle at first—soft, lingering—as if the two of you were savoring the moment, the magic of the holidays, and the sweetness of the shared connection between you. It wasn’t rushed, but it was everything you’d been feeling in the quiet moments leading up to this—everything you hadn’t been able to say, conveyed in the warmth of his lips on yours.

When you pulled away, your forehead resting against his, the world felt a little brighter. A little warmer.

Keegan chuckled softly, his breath mingling with yours. “Merry Christmas, baby.” He whispered, his voice hushed but filled with so much meaning.

“Merry Christmas,” you replied, smiling against his lips. The snow falling softly around you, the night air crisp, but your hearts full just as they are intended to be on Christmas Eve. “Now come on, we have a nice warm house to get decorated as Cali asked for Christmas day.” 

“Cause the current decorations are just not good enough for that spoiled little girl.” Keegan smiled. 

“I blame you for that.” you kissed him softly again. “Mmmm…”

“Mmmm,” he nodded in agreement. “Merry Christmas, baby.” he whispered again, kissing you one last time. 

“Yeah, Merry Christmas, Sergeant Russ.” 

[tennessoui]

You have to have water fic titles because you're drowning in wips, huh?

:0

(On one hand i personally found this very funny and I did do a little huff huff of genuine laughter—)

(On the other hand I did do a little quick calculation, and over the 2 years I’ve been writing in this niche of a fandom, I’ve published 60 fanfictions on ao3 and of that 60, 48 have been completed, which leaves me with 12 work in progress fics on ao3—OUT OF 60!!!!!! 12 fics out of 60 that are works in progress !!!!!

12 !!!!! Out of!!!!! 60!!!!!!!!!!)

[thedreadvampy]

sometimes I forget that my experience has been. um. not 'your experiences are not universal' vibes but more like 'your experiences are EXTREMELY atypical'

[socksandbuttons]

In lieu of KC's death, let's have some wholesome dadcode with the bean boys 💜

Head cannons or anything, we just need good KC content xD

Alrightygidn I like the idea of Bloodmoon using Killcode as some kinda teether (he doesnt need to, he just likes to bite and chew!!). Killcode can't exactly feel it so he just lets it happen. Sun and Moon hate it cause Bloodmoon try will biting everyone and everything. (He likes everyones reactions cause its usually just screaming and running or like....... Pain lol) Killcode and Lunar will get along in this au, Lunar likes to snitch on Eclipse (in a good way. Killcode knows he can't just hover over the boys all the time. He wants them to grow better as people. But also... sometimes he does need a word in about soemthing.) Lunar's probably the one to be like 'Alright now... ahve you two TALKED about the whole situation before' '....sort of' 'then maybe go do that if youre playing dad dude' '...I would... like to be a real father to them.' Earth and Killcode watching this chaos unfold really. Eclipse may REFUSE hugs but literally will sink into arms if he's tired and comfortable enough. Like mans so deprived of affection he's starving for it but too like... prideful of admitting it. (He absolutely will never tell Earth he enjoys being held by her. She's tall, soft and fluffy. He just wishes she stopped asking so many questions. Reasons why Killcode is preferred. Also because KC won't actually hand him over to anyone. Eclipse won't admit this either.) Bloodmoon being around means KC has his hands rather full (of children) at keeping them at bay. But they're willing to listen to him as of late. He just wishes Bloodmoon stopped trying to fight Eclipse (and winning). Can't hold both without them clawing at eachother. However holding One at a time (with or without Lunar actually) usually keeps them chill. Imagine ur a man who lives in an rv and u wake up to shining red eyes standing over u. Thats killcode and bloodmoon. Bloodmoon doesn't sleep much but KC has implimented a damn schedule for this guy. Makes sure he gets naps and CONSISTANT meals. KC also having new TALL body <333 Instead of Moon just giving him a back up lol. The man requested every detail.

[puppyeared]

who up seeing their disorder in a fictional character but feel like its not their place to put a name on it

[spitblaze]

One day you will reach a point where someone will misgender you and instead of feeling the jab of disappointment or fear or mockery, you will only feel confusion or bewilderment or even just...nothing, whether you correct them or not. And you will realize how far you've come, and how resilient you've grown, how much comfortable you are in your own skin.

[guckies]

I feel like I get more and more pissed off anytime I watch q!Bad make a move. So here’s the rant after seeing the clip and following with what @/daisyychainssj said about Leo’s Ninho room:

Why on god’s green earth would he allow Bagi into Leo’s room and allow her to grab the warp into the room.

Yeah maybe it was to do with the size of the room but maybe they could have you know waited and asked to check Richas’ room or waited until her parent or Leo was online.

He also knows full well that there is hollow walls inside the Ninho that could be turned into unofficial/temporary rooms for those eggs and that Leo’s room doesn’t have to be touched at all.

But also since he remembers enough about the Ninho and how it works with his memory loss then he goddamn knows the significance of those rooms and he just broke the main fucking rule.

Which is that the ninho rooms are SAFE SPACES FOR THE EGG THAT OWNS THE ROOM, that ONLY the egg, their parents and TRUSTED individuals can reach.

Do Leo and Bagi know each other?? Hmm that’s looking like a solid no. How well does Leo know the new eggs? Wait they don’t know and neither does Leo because they just recently met. Do they forget Leo is shy and not always social? yes she trust the eggs she knows but how often does she get online for anyone but her family?? Looking like about 5% which is usually because Foolish or Roier have outside factors stopping them from taking care of her.

Also he’s not her parent, he doesn’t get to make decisions for Leo just because he took care of her like 2 or 3 times and he knows her parent. That’s stupid and demeans Foolish’s parenting.

In conclusion, Bad should have never stepped foot in Leo’s room with Bagi today. It makes no sense lore wise or even just him showing her. Despite his “respect” for all the eggs, he really needs to check himself first before he does anything. Because any time he’s messed with an eggs stuff it’s always been Leo and sorry but Leo isn’t Foolish. That dynamic should be keep completely separate and to say this isn’t disrespect is a lie because it is.

This isn’t even like bad roleplay anymore it’s just disrespect because how in lore will any of them know about it unless bagi uses it in front of them.

[rosenfey]

🌷☕🌷☕ I've been playing a lot of cozy games these past few months also because I really like them but also because the cozy games community is genuinely the most chill and welcoming community video games-speaking I've personally experienced. now I'm not a very social person and I don't really talk much but it's nice to have a little low sensory space on the internet to parallel play in. ☕🌷☕🌷

[mummer]

what was mance’s actual plan in a scenario where he can take castle black and let all the free folk through the wall (i.e. if jon died before warning them). let them disperse into the gift and just. fend for themselves i guess? would his kingship have ended there? was there ever a plan more complex than “dont get turned into ice zombies” or was he just riffing the whole time. was he imagining some kind of treaty? maybe his plans relied on there still being a reasonable stark in winterfell lol. but it’s not like he can negotiate with the boltons or stannis… and the wildlings are so fractured they would IMMEDIATELY split off. like what would he have DONE if he won? was he doomed from the start??? someone please spitball with me

[crushed-oranged-angered]

oh MY GOD I was trying to fix a bridge on my student’s cello and her sound post FELL because I was being careless and dumb and stupid oh my god this has never happened to me before in my entire musical career I would like to eat GLASS

[tenderjock]

i do think the most interesting interpretation of btvs lore is that non-vampire demons and mystical entities ALL have souls, unless they sold, destroyed or otherwise got rid of them (like the mayor)

[crispyjenkins]

welcome to cj/crispy's bi-yearly ptsd rant about fireworks, you are all safe and valid here and i am mentally giving out juice boxes and animal crackers

[gxlden-angels]

Hello! I apologize if this is a nosy question, but what is the silly feelings wheel app you were talking about in a previous post? My therapist and I have been working on identifying feelings but I still very much rely on a list of feeling words to have any idea what I’m feeling, so it could be a helpful resource. No worries if you don’t want to share, just thought I would ask :)

It's called How We Feel! I'm not sure if it's available on all devices yet, but it's on ios and the google play store for sure.

I've been using it for about a year. It's more of a chart than a wheel but people usually recognize the wheel better so that's what I call it. When you first start it has a 10-part tutorial about emotional acceptance and regulation, then it has suggestions for each category of emotion. You can access both at any time tho after those first 10 days.

It has a share option so you can have friends, which has been great for me cause it prompts me to check on friends and them to do the same for me. It allows you to just respond with a little emoji in like a "I'm here for you" little notification to your friend, or you can reach out to your friend on your own. Its really helped me cause I'm bad at reaching out when I need support so to me and I'm bad about taking on other's problems even when I can't handle it so being able to send a little emoji instead to make sure my friends know I'm there if they need me and them doing the same has been great