#because nude souls i guess lol

[wildskissed]

Free Cam and the Astral scene means different angles of kissing Gale's scar on his chest, and now I'm feral:

Peak under the cut and scream with me...

[isthisrealliiife]

Lawdamercy

tl;dr: life has happened in mostly good ways but consequently progress on an echo a stain has been necessarily delayed.

Next chapter will be up probably in mid-July.

First of all, Dave Chapelle is a transphobe piece of shit and I won't forgive him for it. But also a thousand years ago, when I was just a little baby teenage deviant in my first year of undergrad, I imprinted on a half-baked as my stoner movie so thoroughly that I feel certain that the above moment in that movie is a reflection of my very soul when I'm in distress. Also, Killer killed Nibbles. I will never pay another dime for anything he's done and it can be argued that by posting this gif I'm contributing to him remaining in the cultural consciousness of the West or the US or tumblr or whatever, but listen, y'all, sometimes there's tension between the things we connect with and there is no way to be ethical in the current late capitalist imminently apocalyptic hellscape, so I'm just gonna keep half-baked.

I'm Gen X and tired af. I will provide seasoning when Gen Z eats the rich and the boomers and whomstever else (lol not me I'm a public servant / educator / librarian who will never own property nor submit to these PWI motherfuckers for love or money), but just let me sit here in middle age with my smoke, my edibles, and my gotdamb movie lines. I love y'all. So in case you hadn't guessed (and why would you have? It's very unlikely you've read this far -- but if you have, maybe you HAVE guessed), I'm fucking exhausted.

Despite my well-laid plans, some things have happened in the past few weeks that demanded my attention. 1. My mom injured her knee and needed me to help her, so I did for about two weeks. 2. I finished my fucking project from hell.

I FINISHED MY FUCKING PROJECT FROM HELL.

I have to give a presentation on it Friday but then I'm going to be DONE with that fucking thing and the last class of this MLIS and I cannot describe in human language what it has taken for me to reach this point looooool lord bless Google Slides I guess

3. I completed two trainings, one to be a mandated reporter (which I already am but the laws have been updated) and one to learn how to prevent school violence and they were long and tedious and annoying to do because I'd already completed both and knew pretty much all the content already from being a public school educator for 10 years but the school where I got my MSEd lost my paperwork so here we are.

4. Secured a practicum / internship, the last missing puzzle piece to unlock my Master of Library and Information Science achievement, so my fatigue-d ass as been exhausting myself daily interning for a fuckin DOPE school librarian who is queer and my age and went to pride with her wife and two daughters and I've learned so much in the past two weeks I don't even know where to begin. So all that is to say, despite my previous promises, obviously, I have not posted any updates to an echo, a stain, nor will I be until at least mid-July because I'm going to sleep for a week once all this shit is wrapped up and my status as a Mistress of Library and Information Scientists is secured.

(Mistress Library and Information Scientist? I need it to be clear that I will not only be a Mistress of Scientists, but also a Scientist myself. If you want to know if my Mistress status will be as a kept woman or as a domme, the answer is yes and I'm currently accepting applications and formal proposals via asks and dms/pms/whatever tumblr calls them. All genders and identities welcome except stupid people with no imagination. GTFO. But if you've read this far, while it's plausible you're fucking unhinged, it seems highly unlikely that you're stupid OR unimaginative. WELCOME <3

So anyway please make any propositions or promposals fun and funny, and if you gonna be nasty, use your words and please make it hot. The world doesn't need more unsolicited nudes, genital pics, or milquetoast descriptions of sexytimes.)

ANYWAY Once my plate is clear and I can do other things with my time besides grind my bones to dust to prove to the PWI powers that be that I've humbled myself sufficiently to be worthy of their blessings, I'll be getting back into aeas with a thorough reread, revision of the next chapter (which yes, is already written, but is not fit for human consumption until it's been properly revised), and I guess its third act? I honestly don't know how many acts there are. I know I should. Maybe there are four. I know this is something I should know but I'm not a fiction writer by training or trade so I don't know how y'all frame these things. Anyway some wild shit is about to go down, don't think I've forgotten or gone soft. Errybody hold on to your panties because when I get back up in that shit we got some reckoning to deal with.

But first deadass animal antics because I WANNA AND IDGAF.

loooool OK seriously I'm crazy sleep deprived and I have a job interview Thursday and I need to create a slide deck for my internship mentor so I'mma go work on that byyyeeeeeee

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #227

Do you ever worry about your future? (i.e.: college, marriage, kids, etc) I... worry a lot about this, and right now is not the time to me to expand upon this. I've been having a lot of anxiety (including actual attacks) over my future lately, I do not need this.

Does your family use coasters? Is anyone in your family excessively tidy? My mom enforces it sometimes if you have a cup with lots of condensation, but not with a lot of dedication. My mom's the tidiest in the family, but I wouldn't call her excessive about it.

Are you usually late, early or right on time? Early.

On a scale of 1 to 5 how organized are you? 3-ish.

Name a movie you can watch over and over again and not be bored with? I can't do this with movies.

Do you still have your tonsils? Yes.

What is the worst thing someone has ever done to you? Called me a weak-willed deadweight that, most offensively, lies about being traumatized. That was the nail in her grave to me. I could never forgive this.

Have you ever gone nude/streaked in public? No.

Do you snore? Steal the covers? Roll around in your sleep? All of these. I'm embarrassed by my snoring. I didn't do this when I was around the weight I'm meant to be.

What is your mom listed under in your phone? "Mama Bear"

Do you like going to the dentist? No.

What’s the most worthwhile thing you’ve done in the last year? I guess just... work on me. I dunno.

Have you ever made out with someone? Yes, I don't think that's an odd thing for an adult to have done before.

What time do you get sleepy? It varies, a lot. Sometimes around 8, sometimes a few hours later. Sometimes very late.

What music do you listen to? Various kinds of metal and rock, as well as alternative and indie. Very rarely songs from other genres.

How old were you when you started to walk? I don't know exactly, I just know I reached normal developmental milestones, according to Mom at doctors appointments and stuff.

Which member of your family do you get along with the best? My mom.

What cheers you up when you’re sad? Seeing/talking to Girt, confiding in Mom (or also Girt), watching my favorite YouTubers, food I like and soda sadly, sleeping can help as a mental reset (but you shouldn't do this, I know, it's not healthy coping), going on car rides where I can listen to my music, funny videos.

Have you ever tanned topless? No, I don't tan to begin with, I find that shit miserable. I don't wanna cook in the goddamn sun, I avoid the sun.

What’s something you’ve been told you’re good at? Writing, photography, bonding with/understanding animals.

Are you a cat or dog person? Cat.

Have you ever done drugs? No.

Recommend a really amazing book. The Handmaid's Tale. Not just the very relevant message, but Atwood's writing style is AMAZING. She is so descriptive in a way where you truly experience what she writes, I want to read more by her. I did read The Testaments (sequel), but I want to read more, I'm just too preoccupied with Warriors books.

Recommend a really amazing song. Through Girt I was just introduced to "This Is War" by Smile Empty Soul, and it's amazing if you're very passionate about how fucked up and heart-shattering war really is.

Recommend a really amazing movie. Uh... The Boy in the Striped Pajamas, if you don't mind crying your eyes out lol.

Who’s your favorite actor/actress? I'm not very passionate about this, but I love(d) Betty White, Johnny Depp, and uh... yeah. They're the only two that immediately come to mind lol.

Have you ever run away from home? For like, an hour as a young teenager. It was so stupid, it wasn't like I had a plan on where to go, and I brought my DOG with me, as if that was a good idea because I'd be putting him at risk. I even had my phone, and I came home when Mom threatened to call the cops. I don't feel it's accurate to say I did it for attention, but I certainly didn't have a plan on what I was doing. I feel far more comfortable in saying I was being my typical dramatic teenage self.

Do you like your hair, the way it is and the color? I do, it's lilac right now. It is very dry though, especially the ends, from having to bleach so aggressively for it to even work.

Are you a Disney movie fan? Of course.

Do you eat seafood? Only shrimp, it's the only seafood I've found I like.

So where the hell do you want to go in life? I just want to be content, dude. I want to be happy where I am. I want to be financially comfortable, happy with who I am, happy with how I spend my time and who's with me.

Are you claustrophobic? In certain conditions.

Do you like getting wasted? I've never been wasted and I'm never interested in being so. It doesn't sound fun at all.

Do you prefer Angels and Airwaves or Rihanna? Well, I've never heard of the former...

If your house was on fire (and your family escaped), what would you save? I am assuming my pets count here. In that case, my laptop most importantly, then my phone, purse (I keep my iPod and a few other things in there), and I'd try to get at least one plushie from Girt. It really depends on the time I have and where the fire is concentrated.

Does caffeine make you hyper? Hyper, no. But I have noticed that sometimes if I have a soda too late in the day, it can affect my ability to sleep.

When are you going back to school? Most likely never. It would take a lot for me to go back to college...

Do you like reading self-help books? Not my thing. I do have a self-help/care workbook, though.

What is your opinion on sex change? All for it. Let people be comfortable in their own damn bodies.

It seems like everyone’s addicted to Twitter these days - are you? I don't use Twitter and I have no interest in doing so. I fucking hate Elon Musk and I won't support a damn thing he creates or governs.

What is something you have recently realized? I probably shouldn't play WoW again when I get a new computer. I've lost the ability to since the next xpac's pre-patch on this laptop, it just doesn't have the memory to support the game anymore, so I've stopped, and I think it's for the better.

If you could study abroad for a year in a foreign country, which country do you think you would choose, and why? Germany, because it would absolutely help me learn the language better. I also just want to visit Germany to begin with.

If applicable, what song are you listening to right now? I'm not listening to a song atm, watching JazzyGuns play Still Wakes the Deep. I fell in love with that game, I'm watching every LPer I follow who plays it do it.

If you could choose three US states to visit, which three states would you pick? Wyoming, Arizona, and probably Utah.

Do you think you express yourself better in writing or out loud? WRITING!!!!!!!!!!! It is NO competition, I get my thoughts out WAY better and more eloquently when I'm writing them.

What’s the most amazing miracle you’ve ever witnessed? Miracles don't exist. Everything that ever happens will have a cause to it, even if we don't understand it yet.

Do you enjoy being home alone? This depends on my mood.

What is the most magical thing you’ve ever experienced? I'd have to think longer on this and I don't feel like it.

What was the last hot beverage you drank? Hot chocolate.

Have you ever donated blood? Twice now, and I want to do it more.

Would you rather attend a yoga class or a Zumba class? Yoga.

Have you written anything down today? Something in my planner. I keep track of certain things I do.

What color is your camera case (if you have one)? Black.

What are three things you like that start with the same letter as your middle name? Meerkats, music, uh... Markiplier? lmfao

Which do you use more: Facebook or Instagram? I browse Facebook more regularly, but I enjoy my time on Insta more.

Would you say you’ve had a good week so far? Whew, ups and downs. I'm adjusting after my first appointment with my new psychiatrist, lots of changes I need to be consistent with.

What are three of your favorite ways to enjoy spring? Photograph/look at flowers, uh... stay inside because it's too hot and there's too much pollen... wait for autumn? lol

Do you own a pair of pink pants? No I don't.

[applesontheground]

picture perfect 🕯️

you guys ever think about how both bo and vincent showed interest in cameras? because i think about how both bo and vincent showed interest in cameras. 😳

also, i included lester because i’m just gonna go ahead and assume they ALL have a thing for it lol. also i wanted to take the excuse to write NSFW for him.

NSFW | Word Count: 1,800 | The Sinclair Brothers x GN Reader (separate drabbles at around ~500 words for each brother)

contains: modern AU? (the only thing modern about this are the mention of the use of phone cameras), sex tape (warning for slight nonconsensual filming in bo’s section...)

🛠 car sex/road head, oral/throat fucking, praise

🎨 bondage, dry humping, knife play

🦌 slight masturbation, nudes, hickeys

You couldn’t get enough of him into your mouth, and even when he hit the back of your throat it only made more spit pool under your bottom lip, falling from the edges to the worn carpet of the truck floor. “That’s it, beautiful.” His hand was flying to his hip as he encouraged you, back arching restlessly against the seat, “You better take all of it, ‘cause I’m not even close to finished with you.”

You let a shallow breath pass through and from your mouth, only pausing for a moment as your body knocked and shifted against the space where you were crouching under the wheel of the truck. You were positioned right between his thighs, gripping the legs of his jeans while you continued to drag your lips back and forth against the velvety skin of his cock, eyes closed so that you could put all your will into not gagging. It had been a long road to taking him in your mouth like this without a fuss, finally paying off as you reached the base again and caught sight of his head being thrown back. Moonlight from the windshield caught the glisten of sweat against the muscles in his neck as filthy praise washed over you, “So fucking good for me, baby.”

His hand slid back up and over the wheel, and your eyelashes batting another tear out of your eye as you pulled your neck back and began licking around the tip. His right leg started trembling, and before you could even think to start running your hand along it to soothe, a flash of white light made you freeze. With your tongue pressing against the bottom of his cock, you slid down the length again as you peered up from under the wheel. You squinted, first in confusion but then letting them widen at the recognition of his phone.

“Don’t think I told you to stop.” His free hand found your hair, yanking harshly to make you adjust again. When you moaned in protest, he began to buck his hips and chided, “C’mon, I know you didn’t forget what to do.” He clenched his teeth as you finally let a gag slip out, almost feeling as though it rattled the cabin with its volume. You gripped the edge of the seat to brace yourself, nails pulling against the worn fabric as your eyes turned back down, sending another needy vibration against his shaft.

You let him set the pace, swallowing and retching against the sensitive skin of his cock, and he slowed when you began moving yourself again with a tense moan coming deep from his chest. After registering it, you guessed you didn’t care. He was far too entrapped in the idea of you belonging to him that he’d never show another soul what he was getting, even if it was on video. Just like those Polaroids on the wall, the image a cruel flash of memory that made you falter in your rhythm, it was all for his eyes and his alone.

His hold on your hair loosened, fingers combing against the roots as he pushed enough to get your mouth to reveal itself from under the wheel, into the shot that he was trying so hard to get. You found your technique, feverishly lapping at his cock and ignoring the words that followed as he cupped one cheek and ran his thumb over your tear-stained skin.

“Yeah, show the camera how good you can be.”

You watched with a folded brow as he stood behind the bottomless lens of the camcorder, tilting his head for the sixth time and looking into the LCD window. Your wrists flexed against the leather belts that he had managed to bind together and then suspend to keep your arms above your head, feeling the nerves start to fizzle out as blood pooled at your feet. You knew you had made a mistake of agreeing to film with an artist, rolling your eyes as he nudged the camera in a way that an untrained eye wouldn’t notice one way or another.

“Damn, it’s like you want to take care of that more than me.” You teased, your voice echoing through the main room of the wax museum. Usually, he preferred not to do things like this out here, but that was before you told him you had curiosity centered around the camcorder. Things had come out of the woodwork rather quickly after that. The way his eye flicked back up to the version of you standing beyond the capture of the camcorder made you wish you kept your mouth shut. His entirety was so hard to read, even more so in the dim light of the lit fireplace and a scattered myriad of candles, turning the yellows and greens of the room into dull blacks and yellows. It all only made your blood run colder to see him take hold of one of his carving knives, and with his open hand press the button on top of the device.

The red light came on, and he began walking up to you. You were silent at first, watching him with every muscle in your body clenched. Even your chest was refusing to let in air, and you could feel heat start to suffocate as color spilled over your face. He gave one last glance at the camera, trying not to shuffle too awkwardly as he turned his attention back to you. You stared hard at him, taking in the still detail of the mask only inches away from your face and trying to swallow the shiver in your shallow breath.

He slammed the blade into the wall, easily penetrating the wax beside your ear and brushing your shoulder with his elbow, making you flinch. Your stomach muscles shivered as he now stood flush against you, driving his knee slightly up to grind against where you needed him the most. You finally slumped your body as much as the bonds let you, the buckles of the belts clinging together as you hopped on your tiptoes to try and get a reprieve. The electricity shooting from your crotch to the rest of your body had you gasping quietly, tense pleasure falling in waves.

Vincent’s eye was down on your chest, then your stomach as you writhed, carefully adjusting his knee to make you squirm all over again. “Wh-what are you doing?” You whimpered, “You gonna fuck me or not? I didn’t agr-“

An arm going over your collarbone, not enough to choke but enough to startle you, made all thoughts fall back to the bottom of your throat. You clamped your mouth shut, and his free hand was on the knife in the wall again.

Through the LCD monitor, it only showed the two of you from the shoulder down. Your bare stomach was shaking as a flash of silver began dragging gently along your flanks, the flat of it gently prodding and nudging the bones of your ribcage and making you hiss and groan loudly. When it reached your hip, it fluttered back up, the blade pointing against your skin now. You cried out, a vertical line of crimson appearing on the video against your body, throbbing between the flank of your stomach and under your [breast/pec].

“Vincent, please...” Your voice was warbled, barely bouncing off of the wax walls and the wax face. The only answer you got back was a cold rush from the flat of the blade now sitting in the valley of your chest.

You had maybe stepped out of the truck for ten minutes, assuring Lester that you were just running into the store to grab a couple things for dinner that night. You guys still had a couple stops to get to before the day was done, including a stop into Ambrose because you two had picked up something for one of the twins. You couldn’t remember if it was a tool for Bo’s shop or Vincent’s sculpting. Either way, it was just more time spent trekking out into the world with their younger brother, so you had no complaints.

As you came back, his head was turned downward, not even noticing you were yanking the door open until you were already halfway in the cabin. You had geared up to say something funny, but your smile slipped when you saw the way he turned his phone against his leg screen-side down, and how his eyes struggled to stay on yours while you surveyed. You also couldn’t help but notice, well, the erection that was pressing into his leg that he was trying to throw the hem of his shirt over. You adjusted your pace, slowly climbing back into the car and not taking your eyes off him as you set the bag down on the floor by your feet.

“See someone pretty walk out?” You asked in a smug tone. Although it was a joke, the way his mouth fell half open made you assure him, “Aw, I’m just ki -“

He turned his phone screen to you before you could finish, and your grin slipped into an expression similar to his.

“I-I forgot we took that last night…” He stammered a mile a minute, “Was gonna send Bo a picture of that mama gator and her babies that we saw crossing the road ‘bout an hour ago, but the camera just opened up to show me that. Honest to God.” You looked back up at him, seeing the guilt as he only stared at the back of the phone instead of at your face. It made you hum, holding his shaking hand steady to get a better look at the shot.

He had taken it some point between foreplay and the actual act, a blur of your skin flashing in the light coupled with the dark bite marks and bruises from his mouth that he had left along your [breasts/pecs] and stomach. There was even one lower, near the crevice of your stomach and thigh, which you still felt as you shifted your weight on the leg in question. Something about the marks he chose to put on you hurt in a deep way that made your stomach muscles flutter instead of twinge in the normal pain, even now.

“It’s not a bad photo,” You shrugged, smiling as you handed the phone back to him, and when he finally found the stomach to look into your eyes you plainly added, “But I think we could do better.”

He rose his eyebrows at you, and before you could explain any further, he was turning the key in the ignition. You laughed as he sped out of the parking lot, begging between giggles, “Les, let me put my damn seatbelt on first!”

[cloveroctobers]

October Prompts — 5. Lip Gallagher ; Shameless

Prompt: ‘ halloween is the perfect day to hide a body in plain sight. ❜

A/N: first time ever writing for lip Gallagher. I had my ups and downs with shameless as a show (along with many) and have yet to finish the final season. It took me awhile to get into his lane but I’m here! I think it was season 6 or 7 or 8? Somewhere around there that got me here lol plus some edits! Here’s a little something since his character’s been on my mind so this is my attempt at writing him lol.

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You came back to Chicago from Indianapolis simply on impulse. It was something you commonly did, acted on impulse and just dipped despite the fact that you already made plans with your friends for Halloween. However you hoped right on a train (a week ago) and made yourself at home at Lip’s instead of your cousin Veronica’s house. You loved Amy and Jemma but you could only deal with one kid at a time so you chose Lip and Freddie for as long as they would have you.

Of course Veronica started to give you a piece of her mind but you quickly told her you’d break up your time between the two houses as best as you could. Currently you were in the kitchen mumbling to yourself as you bounced freddie on your hip, throwing last minute ingredients into a pot as the front door opened. You had Rico Nasty blasting as your phone buzzed and Lip made an appearance from work.

“…what’s going on in here?” Lip asked as he made his way into the kitchen, taking freddie from your hold.

You stirred the food before placing the lid on it, “remember that old hookup I had my third day out here?”

“No? Remind me.” Lip replied as he cooed up at Freddie in the air, who gave his dad a smile full of two teeth and a gargle.

Shifting you leaned against the counter after picking your phone back up to show Lip the post of your hookup, “this Darius guy. A total space cadet but carried great conversation, unless we were both tripping off the shrooms?”

“I thought you said you didn’t do that shit anymore?”

“I thought so too, shame me later. We have a bigger issue here.” You fanned your hand while Lip briefly walked out of the kitchen to place Freddie back in his baby swing.

Lip walked back into the kitchen to grab some Gatorade from the fridge and asked, “tell me what the problem is this time.”

“He posted me on his story without my consent.”

Lip halted from taking a sip and asked, “what do you mean, like nude?”

“Oh no just in my bra” You quickly waved your fingers and Lip let out a low exhale as he took a drink, “we ended up sleeping in the woods after the movie screening because they locked us in the park and we couldn’t find any other exit and I guess after he laid it down, which he really really did…he felt the need to post about how I kept singing this song and how I’m basically a undercover witch trying to steal his soul.”

Lip screwed the top back onto his juice and wiped at his nose, a smirk on his lips as he then said, “what song were you singing that convinced him that you wanted to do a seance?”

“I can’t tell by the video it was muffled.” You glanced upwards to think about it, “Maybe Nina Simone? Maybe Diana Ross? Fuck, it could have been that bitch I used to listen to back on my IMVU and MySpace days.”

Lip shrugged, “so basically it could have been anything with your wired brain and if you amplify that on shrooms?” He let out a low whistle, “who knows? Are you really that worried?”

You had turned back to the pot stirring the stew before you whipped your head back over to your friend of many many years, “I have fans Philip, I can’t have some asshole running his mouth about me…unless he’s telling people how fantastic of a lover I am.”

“I could easily tell them that.” Lip winked at you while you huffed digging you fists into your hips.

Yes you and Lip had a thing for a bit, after things ended with Amanda and Helene. It wasn’t the right time to get wrapped up in between Lip Gallagher’s legs but he needed someone and you were one of his closest friends. You were there through it all and you hated seeing Lip succumb to the hereditary disease. It was when Lip was at his complete lowest and you entertained him sexually. That was a whole mess in itself but you don’t regret those intimate moments with Lip, it was a long time coming and it only took x amount of years for it to happen. Unfortunately it didn’t last because you couldn’t heal his issues, it wasn’t your job and you were able to keep your friendship although it was extremely hard in the beginning.

“Yeah, you want to want to make a onlyfans with the gamer here?” You suggested as Lip scratched at his brow in thought.

“Lip!” You called out to the round blue eyed man who laughed shamelessly in response.

“What? The extra cash wouldn’t hurt this single dad out ya know?”

You waltzed over to Lip holding out a spoon to him, “taste this, and if you need extra bands you could always let me know, you know that.”

It was the south side pride. You never liked to ask each other for shit because everyone had it hard and found someway to scrap up enough money to get by. Since the gentrification hit the streets of the south side, things only differed. Which is one of the main reasons you got the hell out of dodge. It’s been a couple of years now but it seemed like things were better for Lip at the shop and Tammi didn’t ask for child support so his only focus was Freddie and the house.

Lip let the flavors soak up on his pallet and even went as far to lick his thumb, “you get better every time, y/n.”

“That’s what I like to hear!” You spun back over to the stove to turn the pot off, “get the plates ready.”

Lip moved around after watching you for a bit, grabbing two plastic bowls before he asked, “You fed Freddie already?”

“Of course, now the man of the house needs a nap so he’s ready for our big night.” You moved back to the baby who was still full of smiles as he watched some cartoon on a near by tablet.

Picking up the chunky toddler you pressed your forehead to his, cooing at him as Lip placed the plates on the small table where Freddie’s tablet sat.

“What’s tonight?” Lip was confused.

You gasped, “it’s Halloween lip, c’mon get it together! Freddie’s with us tonight since Tammi has the night off, she’s apparently heading into the city with her new boyfriend…so we have to set a plan into motion.”

Lip’s mind was wandering as you disappeared to put Freddie down for a nap. He took the plates to serve the both of you some stew over rice and string beans before setting them back on the table. When you entered back into the dining area, your silk robe floating behind you with each step you took, you went to the fridge to grab the bottle of sparkling cider you bought earlier today.

“I hope you’re not planning for us to spy on Tammi and her boyfriend.”

You fanned your hand at lip as you took a swing from the bottle before sliding it over to the dirty blond, “please, I don’t give a shit what that girl does. She’s not in my life, this is about me.”

“Of course it is,” Lip chuckled as he also took a swing from the bottle the fizz sitting well into his belly, “what crazy scheme are you involving myself and my son in tonight?”

“Which is my god-son…secretly.” You mentioned which made lip smile, “halloween is the perfect day to hide a body in plain sight.”

Lip halted his chewing as you were all smiles as you shoved rice into your mouth happily, “you’re planning on killing this dude…over posting you singing whatever song post-sex?”

“I never said kill,” you widened your eyes, “but if it comes to that—

Lip scoffed out a laugh, “Jesus Christ, y/n! Do you want me to talk to him? Straighten this whole thing out?”

It was your turn to scrunch up your nose, “ew, Philip. What are we teenagers again? I don’t need you to speak for me, I just need you there for support while I do what I need to do, rough him up a bit and hide ‘em in the bushes.”

Lip looked at you, really looked at you in this moment. He’s known you since forever and this wasn’t the first time you came up with some crazy ass scheme, he’s had some insane times with you around but definitely memorable so he wasn’t sure why this was coming as a surprise.

“Question, are you fuckin’ high right now? Be honest.”

You flicked your eyes up to the man who sat across from you and sighed, “Lip, I’m your best if not bestest friend in the whole wide world! You’re a recovering alcoholic, do you honestly think I would bring any type of substance around you along with a child in the house? Give me some credit here…plus all of my shit is at Kev and V’s.”

Lip sat back in his chair, which creaked underneath the weight and he genuinely laughed holding his hands out in defeat, “alright then, fine. What time do we leave?”

You squealed getting up to hop into Lip’s lap giving him a tight squeeze. Lip let out a cough as he was swallowing just as you squeezed the life out of his neck and you pulled back unaware. You stared into his eyes for a moment before placing kisses all over his face and ending with a quick peck to his lips.

“I love you, Lip Gallagher. You won’t regret tonight, I promise.”

Lip shook his head at your theatrics and always thought you’d be a good actor but you chose the world of gaming instead.

“Yeah, yeah. If you do decide to kill the guy give me a fair warning so I can get Freddie out of the way? Don’t need him suffering any trauma by my hands, alright?” Lip warned you, peering up into your eyes to let you know he was serious.

You gripped his face pressing your forehead to his, something you commonly did with the people you cared about. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, he’s basically mine too. I love that little guy, maybe more than your ass.”

Lip couldn’t be mad at that.

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Continue along with my anthology October prompts here

[nayho]

Venting session:

Besides possibly having cancer in my vagina, life was dope… or so it seemed right.

What if you favorite person you enjoy yourself sexually with, used you as a Fluffer at a orgy? The homie is feeling you up, ask you to get him ready for the girls. Keep in mind I’m poly//pan, I’m a very open soul. Anyways, he keep touching you all night and you think maybe like it time to fuck you know. When I turn around and ask him… he says no. I ask one more time at this point begging and he said no he’s tired…. Okay then. Obviously I was upset and about to throw a whole bitch fit buttttt I just said fine and went to the restroom. He follows me asks me if I’m okay, I’m fine dude. Asks me are we okay. Nah dude. Waits for me to get in and out follows me back to our friends, then he stops me tells me if I have a condom so we can fuck….?? Sir is only wanting to fuck because I just got upset… he literally didn’t want fuck. Remember guys he said he was tired. He allowed me to leave and continue to fuck my friends… but remember guys he was tired. He did not once come and explain to me why he didn’t wanna fuck even though he knew exactly why we were going there. It’s a fucking orgy. I’m there talking to my friends and I just keep thinking “ you were never good enough then, and you still aren’t dude. You are not good enough for him. Like honestly why would anyone fuck you” bruh this shit played in my head for what felt hrs. Even in the car I asked him, what was wrong with me… and he just looked at me… and that fucking little voice came back.

I’m. Not. Good. Enough. For. Anyone.

From there on out, I’ve been so disgusted with myself. I haven’t even sent nudes because like who wants to see that lol. Like I deserve this, for allowing men to use me right! For allowing my low self esteem to crumble into literally ash and vanish for a man that doesn’t even remotely fucking want me. For the man that taught me everything I fucking know about pleasing a person, doesn’t want me. He got tired of using me I guess right. Lmfao man fuck, he really has me wanting to hurt myself because he didn’t want to fuck me. It’s not even that he said no, it’s that he said yes after like if it was needed just to get me to shut up. No. No. No. I’m a piece of shit I know but I think the fuck not man. You used me for the last time. I dunno if I’ll ever be able to touch myself or play with others any time soon but I’m sick and tired of allowing people to mistreat me. I’m so tired of people blaming me when all I want to do is be there with them and love them. I’ll cry about it tonight and maybe for the rest of the week but I’ll be fine eventually…. Just not anytime soon

[zet-sway]

Spiritual Shrios Summer - OASIS

This is a prompt fill for @rosenkow's Spiritual Shrios Summer!

Prompts | release | oasis | moan | delirium | pray | sweat | whisper | afterlife | contaminated | skin | worship | incense | godless | petals | taste | nectar | caress | mirage | ripe | sundown | hallucinate | salt | intoxicated | soul | embrace | hunger | wet | adrenaline | breathe |

PROMPT WORD: OASIS - | - WORDS: ~2600

Rated: "E" for "Extremely Spicy" [NSFT] AO3 Link: "Alive with the Dawn" Pairing: Thane / FemShep Summary: "Please, Siha, lie with me beneath the sunrise."

A/N: @yennas sent me an ask box prompt for "a kiss on the wrist" and I got... carried away lol. I had been planning to write a "oasis vacation fic" and that prompt was the spark that lit the fire lol

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Thane has a way of awakening her body like no one else does.

The first wisps of sunlight begin filtering through the open patio in their bedroom, bidding her to wake with the dawn as he bids her to wake with his body. Nearly soundless, he whispers over her bare skin, hands blazing a trail ahead that he follows with his mouth. He’s so gentle she might even call him reverent, every sound on his lips like a prayer to his gods and his loves.

He presses firmer as she stretches off the stiffness of sleep. Her eyes are closed, but she can feel him - a palm low on her belly, pressing her backside against his unclothed hips.

For a moment she almost forgets where they are. The atmosphere is like a dream - plush sheets beneath her, gauzy pale curtains shifting with a gentle desert wind, casting slow flickering shadows across their bed. Fresh air in her lungs, silent but for the leafy palm fronds that shake in the breeze.

An oasis. A moment just for them, two lovers snatching one earned moment in the chaos of the galaxy on the cusp of war.

She rolls back against his body, humming at the welcoming heat of bare scales, smooth and lustrous after so many days under the desert sun.

“Good morning, Siha,” he whispers. He leans over her, sheets cast down around his hips, and kisses her forehead.

“Morning.” She works the sleep out of her features and cracks her eyes open, still bleary. “Is it just the sun or have you always been this gorgeous?”

She rests a hand on his cheek, stroking his glossy green scales.

“Perhaps a bit of both,” he says in amusement, closing a gentle hand around her forearm and shifting his lips to her wrist.

The way he kisses her makes her body sing unlike anything else. She might be spoiled for pleasure for the rest of her life, because there’s never been a person who’s touched her like Thane does. His devotion makes her spine tingle, firm lips opening over her pulse to lave his tongue along skin she never knew could be so sensitive.

To have died and been resurrected for the privilege of sharing a bed with this man… there are no words. She surrenders herself to his soft affections; he’s hungry for her in a way she never would’ve thought possible. At times it's lust and at times it's sweetness, but always, it's something deeper, difficult to grasp. He practices love the same way he lives it - with whispered devotion. Every touch is a sacrament, every word a promise.

She sighs as he tastes her skin. She never knew, never would have believed in intimacy this perfect. Past lovers took their pleasure from her, left her bored and unsatisfied. It wasn't until she first kissed Thane that she learned the purity of a lover's touch.

“No scale unturned,” she murmurs as he kisses along the inside of her forearm, fingers soothing not far behind.

He's bemused. “Turned scales are painful, Siha."

She closes her eyes and smiles, unwilling to stop him as he blazes a trail across her collarbones. “I’d have guessed. I was making a joke. Humans have a phrase: No stone unturned. It means you’re very thorough.”

He hums, lips over her breastbone. “It warms my heart to see you like this.”

Her smile is beaming. “It warms my heart when you… oh…” his lips push tenderly into the side of her breast, just over her pulse, and again atop one dusky nipple. “Fuck, how are you so good at this?”

Shepard bites back a moan as his attention shifts to her other breast, flicking its peak with his tongue. With confidence unfaltering, he responds, “I have the privilege of a receptive lover. One might argue that you are simply good at receiving pleasure.” There's delicious pressure on her ribs as his hands push into the base of her breasts, appreciating their softness. “I’m called to you, Siha. I seek only to love you as you deserve.”

Heat blooms across her cheeks and she presses into her pillow, averting her eyes.

Scaled fingers graze through her hair. “You’re flushed. Are you... blushing?”

It’s embarrassing, but she meets his eyes as he cradles her cheek in his palm. “Shut up. It means I like you.”

From somewhere within him comes a deep sound. She’s heard it before, the one he only makes for her. With a kiss atop each of her flushed cheeks, he says, “Dra’shu, se tu-fira.”

Each syllable rolls off his tongue like water, coated in that rumbling baritone she loves so well. She could listen to him talk for hours, as though only good and beautiful thoughts could be spoken in such a language. She whispers across his lips, "What did you say?”

He answers with a gentle kiss. “By Arashu, I am lost in you." The words are their own kind of reverence as he nuzzles into her neck. "Even your skin calls for me. You are a blessing."

She kisses his scales in gratitude. Accepting compliments has never been her strong suit, but he knows that.

The mattress shifts and he stands from their bed, fingertips trailing along her arm. "Come out on the patio with me?"

She cracks open an eyelid to catch his scales glinting in the dim light as it creeps through the doorway. "But it's so early."

"Indeed, it will be more tolerable for you while the sun is still low," he offers, kissing her forehead. "Please, Siha. Lie with me beneath the sunrise."

He's poetry in motion, and she is his willing listener. She shifts, throws an arm out to leverage herself up only to feel his strong arms snake beneath her waist and knees. As if she were a damsel, he carries her out to the patio, scales warm like glazed clay against her bare skin. Why had they even packed clothes? There’s no one around for miles.

Their vacation villa is settled among a manicured collection of desert flora. Tall palm trees sway above smooth stones and greenery, partially surrounded by a swimming pond, and further still is the sandy stretch of desert dunes. In the sky, night is beginning to melt into day, stars still twinkling in the darkest reaches of the sky as the sun begins to peek over the horizon behind their villa. And there among the various amenities is an outdoor sunning bed, complete with white sheets and gauzy fabric draped around a breezy canopy. Thane sets her gently on the mattress and she settles in, stretching out on her stomach in sleepy contentment.

He's right about one thing - the warming sunrise feels like autumn in reverse, slowly heating the chill of desert night into a sweltering day. The air is just right. It strikes her that she doesn't find it weird to bask fully nude under the sky. Years of combat training have conditioned her against such vulnerabilities, but the persuasive power of their luxuriant getaway is too great to ignore. Years of hypervigilance unravel with startling expediency, but does it matter? If this is to be how she spends her last moments, she won't complain.

Thane sits upright beside her, wordlessly brushing her hair away from her skin. She's nearly fallen back asleep when he begins rubbing sunscreen slicked hands across her back.

Those hands of his - the first time she’d seen them, they were snapping necks and crushing windpipes. Back then, sharing his bed had been the furthest thing from her mind. Now, luxuriating under a brightening sky, it feels like they’ve known each other for a lifetime; she's been privileged to learn that those same, deadly hands are capable of no small number of pleasures.

She breathes out her anticipation when he straddles her thighs. The first deep press of his strong, scaled fingers into her flesh sends a throaty groan from her lungs. If he wants to rub her back like this, she sure as shit isn't going to stop him.

“Fuck , never stop doing that.” she sighs.

Thane merely hums in appreciation, massaging sunscreen into her muscled arms and shoulders.

It’s hard not to fall back to sleep beneath those incredible hands of his. Like he knows her too well, he's carefully keeping her awake as only he can. He covers her, lips brushing the back of her neck and ghosting down her spine as he drags his hands down her sides. When he kisses the small of her back, his palms settle on the firm hill of her backside, sliding and kneading with confident strokes. Shepard honestly never thought a butt rub would feel so good - to have gone her entire adult life without experiencing this? Ludicrous. His hands are heaven sent, igniting nerve endings she never knew she had, sowing his own need into her skin, tempting her to arousal.

He reaches the backs of her thighs and he's not shy about letting his fingers brush along their apex. Each firm press of his hands carves deep rivers of pleasure into her flesh and she’s melting under his touch. Her body sings with contentment, longing, and everything in between. She hasn’t felt this unguarded since before her enlistment. The promise of pleasure to come, the wonton love he lays into her, endless worship of her flesh until he finally surrenders and presses his fingertips into her wet center.

This time, when she moans, it’s another sound entirely. Her voice betrays the heat rising in her chest and between her thighs as he works her. Plush lips meet the base of her spine as he settles between her knees and pushes her hips up in the air. She lets him - good god, she’d let him do anything after he’s carefully unraveled her for what feels like hours. Ass in the air, he pulls her against his mouth, tongue swirling over the bud of her arousal while his hands roam the curve of her backside.

He licks into her lazily, clearly in no hurry and indulging in her arousal. That deft tongue carries his venom into her body and before long she's tingling with that familiar high. She's slowly burning up, eager for more - her body begging to be loved senselessly in the morning sun.

She tries to flip over, but he stops her with his firm grip, a demure "Please..." slipping her throat with every unrelenting stroke of his tongue. He doesn't linger - in moments he's upright on his knees and teasing her clit with the tip of his unsheathed erection.

She bites her lip. "This isn't too impersonal for you?"

"Shepard," he says, in that deadpan he uses when he doesn't want to repeat himself, "Please believe me when I tell you there is nothing impersonal about the way l’ll make you scream for me."

Whatever thoughts that might've been lingering in her mind are gone the moment he utters those words. The chills down her spine are the only warning she gets before he's pushing into her slick channel, prying her open with that exquisite, smouldering sting that feels like nothing else. He huffs out a breath, each subtle ridge of his florid length stretching and filling her, slowly pressing forward until his hips go flush with her thighs and she rocks impatiently into him.

“Fuck… fuck, Thane. I wish you knew how good this feels.”

He chuckles quietly and the expression vibrates through him enough to make her eyes roll back. “I'm not even moving, Siha."

"Yeah," she huffs. "My point exactly.” From this angle, he lodges so perfectly against her core that even the unmoving press of his hardness makes her see stars.

Cradling her hips, he pulls back and rocks into her again, groaning at the wet, silken heat of her body. She's already beginning to come apart, clutching at the sheets beneath them. It’s unparalleled, what he does to her. Becoming one flesh, whispering his admiration to dive straight into her heart and know her as the woman she is with no pretense, no reservations. Two people from different worlds, but crafted so finely for one another. She swears she can feel every nerve in her body as sure as a tree feels every quaking leaf upon its branches. She absorbs the intense, breathtaking heat of him like a life force, granting her power beyond imagining to receive every pleasure he has to give. From his most subtle touches to the blinding fire of each deep thrust, she feels him.

And good god , how she screams for him. Sound carries across desert sands just as much as it does on a starship, but this time there's no one around to hear her come undone. Her voice is boundless, lost and drifting through ruffled palm fronds and across golden dunes. The sounds of their ecstasy lighting upon no ears but their own.

His palms round over her backside, drifting over muscled thighs, finding the heart of her arousal and slicking his fingertips against it without mercy. He tilts his hips just so and the new angle is somehow impossibly deeper, the darkness behind her wide-shut eyes erupting in shards of color. Her voice is a throaty sob beneath his touch until she breaks apart, shouting for dear life because there's nothing in this world or the next that feels as good as he does. She rides herself on him until her climax saps her strength and she's left moaning, quivering and breathless, Thane above her seeking his own completion.

He could never hope to know the pleasures his body bestows upon her. Her world is immaterial. There's only the sun and sweat on her back, the sweet, light air in her lungs - the snap of his hips sending chills down her spine and blooming heat in her chest as though her nerves aren't evolved enough to interpret the sensations rushing through her. She fists her hands in the sheets, back arched downward with a cheek pressed into the mattress and unable to think of anything but the blood-boiling pulse of him between her legs.

He chokes out a roar when his climax takes him, suffusing her depths with the tingling warmth of his release. The sweet, floating high of him overtakes her nearly instantly as they tangle against one another, panting and spent, rustling air dancing over sweat-slicked skin and glossy scales. Above them, the golden sky is banishing the last touches of night and the sleepy warmth of exertion overtakes them both.

She slumps heavily into the sheets, and he beside her.

“I’ll be honest, this isn't what I expected when you asked me to ‘lie with you beneath the sunrise.’”

He brushes an errant lock of hair from her eyes. “Nor I," he smiles. "I confess, you're very… distracting.”

Shepard laughs, "No shit, you're insatiable. I haven't had this much sex since… actually I don't think I ever have."

"Surely you had lovers before me?"

"You aren't my first, if that's what you're asking. But I wouldn't call them lovers." She pulls her arms around his neck and he nuzzles his face unabashedly into the softness of her chest. Her voice is low. "No one's ever given me what you have, Thane."

His throat rumbles in appreciation, and he shifts to meet her eyes. The sun illuminates the brilliant green of his irises and it feels like gazing into peace eternal. And then he laughs, unexpectedly.

She quirks an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, Siha,” he says with a smile. “Simply put, I never thought I’d get to call myself Commander Shepard’s boyfriend.”

She kisses the dark scales adorning his forehead, giggling, and pulls him into a tight embrace.

Commander and assassin are long forgotten titles as they lose themselves in one another in the lazy sunlit morning.

[lee-scribbles-and-doodles]

S2 ep5

I'm so pumped!

Asdfff Sam landing on Max and Bosco landing on him

Mr Featherly just knowing they're in the afterlife... because he studied the classics

Aw, Sam actually wants to help Bosco

Oh, a Moleman!

"Serving the finest vegans"

Oh hey, Harry is here

"Aw, cute Max. A little goth moleman."

Harry is death now.

Sam just got cat-called by a moleman

"Ooohee look who can fill out a suit." "Why I never!"

Max is too small to climb the ladder properly so ge has to jump up the rungs 🥺

"You can't see over the wheel, Max." "Facist."

The Desoto died!?

Featherly laid an egg??? Trans featherly???

Max and Sybil are gossip buddies🥰

Ew Sybil and Ave are getting married. 🤢 (Honey date the monster or Superball)

"Cake at a wedding? Ooookay."

Oh, Monster is having a rough time

Aw, Max offered to be the priest at the ceremony 💕 (Sybil declined but still)

Lol, Max has the wrong idea of what a shotgun wedding is.

I can kind of understand Sybil's apprehension at allowing the boys to be part of the ceremony tbh

Ghost Mama Bosco!?

She still looking fine as an old lady tho

She's still after Bosco for wrecking her store (although she still doesn't realize it was her own son)

Aw, she actually wants to see more of Bosco

Flint is still looking for Bosco

Aw, we can give the Ai to Jimmy

Oh no, it woke Maimtron up!

Did we just kill Timmy???

Oh hey, Past Sam. I knew that one cutscene was going to come back.

They sure are making a lot of hell freezing over jokes

Oof the tourette jokes are back. REALLY hope they get swapped out with new jokes in the remaster

Max's big kick before jumping down the manhole

Max landed on Sam's head

The Soul Train is actually cool looking

Jurgen!?

He's being so petty. Why would the boys save him when killed them???

Hugh Bliss!

He's just... staring... with his head on backwards...

"That a list of swear words!" (Proceeds to say every one and gets censored each time)

Brady Culture too. Is everyone here?

"I'm in hell, and I'm happy."

"--But none of that matters because I finally found someone who believes in me: Satan."

Oh hey, the big door had Sam and Msx art on it

Oh, Demon Sam and Max statues

Sam the devourer and Max the destroyer

Bosco's hell is being naked in front of others?

Santa is in hell!

The Desoto is in hell :(

Grandpa Stinky!

Aw, Sam wants to save them all

Sybil still does therapy?

Lol, we can make Bosco scare himself.

"See you around naked Bosco." "I don't think I'll ever stop seeing you." "Save me!"

Imma just take the laughing gas

Santa hates kids haha

Max is allergic to dogs?

The Desoto only goes like 6 mph and only honks :(

"I hope when we die, they put our hells close to each other." "It'll be like a sleepover that never ends!"

Boy it took me a bit to figure out the Santa and Elf puzzel

Let's move on to Stinky

So are Girl Stinky and Grandpa Stinky not related?

I got a book. I think that's all we can do for now until we get Timmy.

Satan won't even give the boys the time of day

Harry is looming over Timmy.

Have to distract him. I guess it's time to put the monster out if his misery.

I feel so bad 😥

Oh, poor Timmy

Welp, back to Stinky's hell

Sam using the karaoke machine 😳

Ok, saved Stinky's soul from internal damnation

Omg it took me way too long to figure out what to do with the laughing gas.

"Vamoose!" *fire's gun*

At least Basco and the Desoto are free

Satan just tricked Sam into trading his soul 😮

Max's ears drooping when he realizes Sam is gone 😭

Noooo! Not Peepers!

Sam's personal hell is a life without Max 👀

Sam's sad walk 😔

Leonard is in a hell closet

"Peepers said he was my partner." "What!? Nobody steals my sidekick!" "I always thought you were the sidekick." "Heh, sure Sam."

"Max, meet demon Peepers." "Oh, hi!" "Demon Peepers says he's my partner and best friend." *Max proceeds to kill demon Peepers*

Omg the Soda Poppers are Satan's bosses!?

Omg do I get to kill them now? Pls let me kill them!

They beat Brady to death!?

They've been planing their rise sins s1 ep1???

They're after the boys because of one bad birthday? What crybaby!

They're firing Satan!

Flint, Bosco, and Mama Bosco cutscene us everything.

Mama Bosco is gone :(

"I did wipe your windshield for you." "Oh, I er, must have left my change in my other suit! Max?" "I'm naked."

Satan's proud of the boys haha

The stripper is the monster

All the men are into it. They're all gay, bi, or pan now you can't change my mind.

Bosco likes to be nude apparently

Mr Featherly doesn't have his vest on!

Abe, you really aren't winning me over

Oh, Timmy is a Poppers fan. Poor child has no taste.

Let's steal Satan's stufg

Let's mess with Hugh

"I hope I won't have to bend over provokedly to--" "That's enough, Max."

Oh wait, I didn't check on Sybil

Ew, Peepers is seducing Sybil.

"I hate to say, but Peepers is kind of sexy." "Ha, if you're into short guys with annoying voices!" 👀👀👀 Max, you just described yourself

Dick Peacock!?

Yay, we saved Sybil!

Whizzer is trying to make Girl Stinky eat the forbidden fruit

Grandpa Stinky is alive!

Awe, the Stinky's are a surrogate family

Culinary dark arts

Oh, that's what the baby book is for.

She's a cake!!!

Aw, Grandpa is upset he turned her into a cake

Oh, I think we were suppose to do the Stinky puzzel before the Sybil one.

Specs is trying to win the C.O.P.S. souls?

Ok, figured out how to save Chippy

Hell yeah, Chippy rocks!

Specs didn't give him the golden fiddle! What a rip!

Ok, time to help the Stinky's! Let's get the boys drunk!!!

Poor Monster 😞

Drunk Abe is showing remorse

Yay! Girl Stinky is back!

Of course we can't just give hell back. Poppers gotta make it difficult

Welp, down into the pits or he'll we go.

Oh hey, the sleigh. Yay for tome travel

We made hell freeze over!

Sam letting Max pick up the phone because they froze he'll over 🥺

Sybil decided to let Max officiate ❤

Oh! I see what we have to do

The Miriachi!

By Popper fucks!

To the wedding!

Still wish she were with Superball

Aw, Sybil looks good in her dress

"Hundred bucks say they don't last three months." Thanks Flint

Max stole the flowers 👀👀👀 Him and Sam gonna get married. That's the only option

Leonard!

Aw, the boys let Abe and Sybil take the car ❤

[sofreddie]

Serendipitous Souls 8

Summary: Dean and Y/N arrive at their first stop in the honeymoon tour.

Characters: Dean x OC!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 1,313

A/N: We couldn't have just pure smut and fluff, right? LOL

They drove for hours, windows down, music playing. They sang along, they talked, they became familiar. He could be friends with her, good friends. Easy. They were already lovers. That was also easy. And so, so good. He hoped it would always be like this, feel like this. He felt so lucky to have her. Maybe he did deserve it, he thought.

Maybe I’ve earned it.

Dean turned the car off the road onto a dirt lane, a sign reading for some camping and cabin location. Y/N hummed as she took in the beautiful forest around them, the smell of pine filling her nose. Dean stopped outside the main office, asking her to wait while he ran inside. He was grateful he asked Sam to help. Sam had already set up reservations, called ahead for places to stay and eat. Sam seemed fully on board and invested in this pairing as much as Dean and that only made him more sure of it all.

He returned to the car, flashing the key at her with a smile, “Honeymooner’s Cabin,” he announced with a wink, driving the car up the path to the secluded cabin, one of many. He parked the Impala and Y/N climbed out, stretching after the many hours in the car. Though she wouldn’t complain. She loved road trips and getting to do it in the Impala only made it that much better.

“Go check it out,” he said, handing her the key and pushing her towards the cabin as he retrieved their bags from the trunk. She smiled and turned, heading to the door and opening it wide. Her eyes glanced around the open cabin, the bedroom area split from the main by a stone fireplace. There was also a large jacuzzi tub off to the side of the bedroom area, just outside of the bathroom, also surrounded in stone. It was cozy and romantic.

“What do you think Mrs. Winchester?” Dean asked with a smirk, dropping their bags in the bedroom part of the cabin before returning to her. His smile faded however when he saw her suddenly frozen and wide-eyed, staring at nothing, “Babe?”

It all suddenly hit her at once. The gravity of it all. They were married for crying out loud. All the sex…she was pregnant. She sobbed, a hand coming to cover her mouth. Dean rushed to her, hugging her tightly before she started sobbing hard into his chest, clinging to the sides of his shirt as he held her close and let her work through whatever was happening.

He was suddenly scared. Give him something to hit or kill and he was golden. But there was nothing to hurt to stop her tears. He didn’t know what to do. So he just held her, keeping her safe while she took the time to be vulnerable.

When her sobs calmed down, he cupped her face, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. He wiped away her tears with his thumbs, brushing hairs back from her face, letting his knuckles trail down her cheek.

“What happened?”

“Everything just…hit me, I guess,” she shrugged and sniffed, shaking her head at herself, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t,” he urged her, “A lot has happened in the past twenty-four hours. You’re allowed to take time and have a freak-out,” he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

“You didn’t want this. You didn’t want any of it,” she insisted with a pout, trying to fight off another round of crying.

“Maybe not, but I certainly do now,” he insisted, his arms tightening their hold on her. “Now, how about you and I try out that huge tub together, hmm?”

“You don’t have to do this,” she insisted, removing herself from his hold and Dean felt cold, “All of this,” she said, gesturing around them, “We never really talked about it. We had to do this. For Sam,” she started crying again as she spoke, working herself up more and more, “But we didn’t talk about this,” she whined, “It’s perfect and romantic and I appreciate it, but you don’t have to do this.”

Dean frowned as he took in her words, “Why are you so convinced I don’t want this?” he asked, unable to keep the tinge of hurt from his tone, “I mean, I know I have a reputation and I had a certain sort of mindset,” he reluctantly admitted, “But I thought I was doing a good job of showing you how much I want this. I really want this to work, Y/N.”

He knew she was scared. She was making excuses the same way he would have. Except he was sure of this.

“Can’t you feel it?” he asked, coming to stand before her once more but reluctant to touch her. He wasn’t sure he could take her rejecting his touch again, “I feel it. I feel you.”

“I thought maybe that was just my fangirl or some-”

“Don’t do the fangirl thing as an excuse,” he lightly chuckled, “Maybe you’re a fangirl because your soul knew you were supposed to be with me?” he countered with a boyish grin that melted her heart.

She cleared her throat, walking across the room to the tub, “So, a bath huh?” she smirked over her shoulder at him. She readied the tub while he readied the fireplace. She added bubble bath from the container next to the tub, taking a whiff of the pleasant aroma. By the time she shut off the water, the tub was full, bubbles adorning its surface. Dean’s arms wrapped around her from behind as he placed a kiss to her shoulder.

She let her head lay back on his shoulder as he kissed up her neck. His hands moved slowly to remove her shirt, skimming her skin as he moved.

“You’re always so soft and warm,” Dean praised as his hands explored her newly exposed flesh, squeezing handfuls here and there. His lips skimmed up her neck and behind her ear, sucking a mark into the sensitive flesh and relishing the feel of her hips stuttering against her will. He continued slowly undressing her, kissing and sucking marks all along her neck and shoulders.

“The sounds you make,” he breathed out against her skin, giving her hips a squeeze before backing away from her, “Get in,” he said, helping her into the tub. She moaned as she slipped into the water, letting it soothe aches she wasn’t even aware she had. She opened her eyes to see Dean waiting for her. Once their eyes connected, he slowly removed his clothes, revealing himself to her - just for her.

She let out a dreamy sigh when he was finally standing nude before her. He smirked, feeling more sexy and confident than he had in a long time. He sauntered to the tub, helping her sit forward so he could slip in behind her. Once settled, he pulled her back against his chest and between his legs, his arms finding their place around her once more.

She let out a happy hum as her head rested back on his shoulder. As much as he wanted her, he also didn’t want to break her or think it was only about sex for him. He decided to bathe her, before massaging the aches from her muscles that he put there.

“I know you’re sore,” he admitted apologetically, “And tired,” he chuckled, “I just wanna take care of you.”

“Mmm, well you’re doing a fantastic job,” she giggled, so completely lax.

“Let’s dry you off and get you to bed, hmm?”

After getting them all dried off and throwing back the covers, Dean decided he wanted to sleep nude with her. Feel her softness and warmth against him all night and in the morning. He spooned her and breathed her in, the two of them falling into a happy sleep together.

Forevers:

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@lyarr24

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Dean Winchester:

@akshi8278

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[nlights37]

three stars ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

::In very convincing Matthew McConaughey Texan:: Alright alright alright, 3 stars, 3 fics to disclose little nuggets of info on...

1.  From Fixer Upper, Chapter 4 - Jon and Dany’s text exhange:

She was laughing even as she sent the text, knowing how touchy he was about this topic. Honestly, it was the whole reason she sent it.

Dany: I can’t believe we’ve been fake dating this long and you haven’t sent me a single dick pic 😖

The text bubble appeared for so long she was a little worried, but then his novel-length answer appeared. She was two lines in before she was laughing so hard she was crying and her vision blurred beyond her ability to continue reading at all.

Jon: How ABSOLUTELY DARE YOU?! Apparently I need to explain this AGAIN? If the Westerosi Security Agency is going to see my dick they can come here and do it in person like men. I’m not just gonna offer it up on a silver platter for them. Also need I remind you I am a small business owner, madam? This store is my kingdom and you ask me to besmirch it’s good name so you can see my cock at 2 pm on a Thursday? I’m disappointed in you Daenerys, I really am.

It should probably come as no surprise, given the ‘Buttslut’ text I shared awhile back, that a lot of the dialogue I write (including text messages) comes from the way my husband and I talk to each other, and in this case I based Jon’s reluctance to free the Peen digitally off my own husband’s unbreakable stance that sending dick pics means your dick is then somewhere in the cloud and idk I guess he thinks the Governtment is just chilling and collecting nudes all day.  Anyway, I really did ask him once when we were dating why he had never sent me a dick pic and he said something along the lines of Jon’s response here, and even now, years later, it still makes me laugh, so I used it :)

2.  A Thin Line (Just some thoughts on this fic in general, that I’m not sure I’ve shared):

I was SURE, ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN that a lot of people would hate this fic.  Like, I was over the top about ‘Hey this is crack’, etc, because as much fun as I had making them just awful people to each other, I was like ‘ugh there’s gonna be some stans in both camps that maybe get pissed about this’, but I figured fuck it, let’s do it.  The thing about them in this fic that I really, really enjoyed writing was that they are completely and totally unapologetic about themselves, and letting myself just really let them be the worst versions of themselves, I don’t know, guys.  It felt good.  So good that I was like ‘hmmmm, maybe keep it in the drafts.’

Because that’s the thing I like best about them and this fic - it’s not a redemption story about two tortured souls who find each other and then learn the error of their ways.  It’s more like two villains meet at villain convention and will they birth the antichrist?  Who knows, really, but probably, yes.  Definitely.

Anyway, I really dug that so many people enjoyed their unspeakably assholish tendencies and please know I haven’t abandoned my part 3, in which Dany gets to snob it up in the North and you know, so more light bondage, maybe some matching prenups, I don’t want to give it all away.

3.  From Fang and Claw, Chapter 1:

“When you say fucking,” Drogon drawled, “what exactly do you mean, snack?”  The three were all gathered near the stone walls of the Keep, guards watching anxiously as the three creatures of legend circled and paced.

“Stop calling him that.”  Rhaegal leaned in, nipping at Drogon’s swishing black tail.  “He has a name.”

Drogon rolled his eyes, looking at his brother incredulously.  “I’ll call him whatever I like.  What’s he going to do?  Howl me to death?”

Rhaegal glared, inching closer to Ghost.  “He’s magic, like us, and he’s Jon’s, so you’d better behave.”  The green dragon growled.  “You know what mother said.”

The black dragon gave a dismissive snort, his eyes searching the windows of the Keep instead of Rhaegal or Ghost.  “Be nice.  Yes, I heard her.  This is me.  Being nice.  Not eating this talking little snack.”  His eyes shot to the wolf’s.  “Rather nice of me, isn’t it,” teeth gnashed together, grinding as Drogon uttered grudgingly, “Ghost.”

The white wolf ignored the black dragon, his eyes also falling to the windows.  “You want to know what fucking is or don’t you?”

“I want to know what it is you mean when you say Jon is fucking my mother, yes.”  Drogon sounded angry, offended even, and Ghost was surprised two mighty creatures could be so absolutely innocent to the ways of the world.  Why, he’d been fucking for years now.  Surely there were girl dragons flying about somewhere, though the lack of fucking certainly explained the black dragon’s horrible attitude.

“I feel itchy.”  Rhaegal was shifting restlessly beside him.

Ghost gave a wolfish grin.  “You’re bonded to Jon now.”  Rhaegal nodded though it was not a question.  “That’s what it feels like when Jon’s fucking your mother.”  The wolf’s mouth fell open, and he panted in Drogon’s direction.  “Like an itch you need to scratch.”

His red eyes fell to the windows till he found the one he wanted, and he whispered for the duo to follow as closely as they could as they slid along side the ancient stone, ‘til they were just under the window to Jon’s chambers.

“Hear that?”  He certainly could, and by the look of confusion on the dragons’ faces they could as well.  The Silver Dany let out a throaty yell then, followed by Jon’s name, the sounds and smells of mating flowing from the open window and out into the night.

“Is he hurting her?”  Drogon was rumbling and thrashing his tail about, rage building in those mad eyes.

But Rhaegal responded before Ghost could answer.  “No.”  He drew the word out, his head rising until he could look into the room for himself, then shooting back down to stare at Ghost.  “Why are they doing that?”

Drogon mirrored his brother’s actions, even angrier but endlessly puzzled when he lowered his head as well, clearly befuddled by what he’d seen.  “Explain this!”

Ghost gave a shrug, padding off a few paces, ready to give his brother a spot of privacy with his mate, heading for the clearing along the tree line where he could scent some rabbits running.  “It’s what they do.”  The pair was scrambling after him, landbound, awkwardly lumbering after the sleek wolf.  “Humans.”  Both dragons remained clueless, and Ghost snagged a hare and crunched down heavily, warm blood streaking his fur, downing the small prey in a few bites before continuing.  “When they want to make a pup.”

Drogon shuddered as he watched Ghost eat.  “You’re a fucking savage.”  He grumbled and groused, claws swiping out to catch an elk, idly shooting out gouts of flame to cook the meat before he began to tear it apart.  “You don’t even cook your food, little snack.”

Rhaegal ignored it all, focused only on this new knowledge.  “But our mother is a dragon.”  His eyes lit up, suddenly, turning to his brother in excitement.  “It’s how they make eggs!”

Ghost gave a snicker.  “Humans don’t lay eggs.”  He looked at the pair with amused eyes.  “You lot come from eggs?”

Rhaegal gave a nod, but Drogon preened, proud as he broke his meal’s rib cage between his jaws.  “You should be so lucky.  We certainly do.  Beautiful eggs people pay large sums of gold for.”

Ghost crouched, his attention on the deer he could now sense beyond the tree line.  “Like a chicken then.”  He leapt as the black dragon roared in outrage, his jaws sinking into the deer’s neck, and he pulled the twitching body out of the treeline to drop it in a heap before Rhaegal.

“NOT LIKE A CHICKEN!”

Rhaegal looked at Ghost pleadingly before he cooked the deer his host had provided, his eyes begging the wolf to stop baiting his brother, and Ghost grumpily complied.

“Alright, not like a chicken.  Point is, humans have pups that look like them, and they don’t come from eggs.”  He sat on his haunches, watching the pair as they ate.

“So,” Rhaegal snapped into a femur, “you meant to say that’s what Jon’s doing.  Trying to put a small human in our mother.”

The wolf couldn’t stop the snicker of amusement.  “Oh, no he’s already done that.”  He looked at the pair wonderingly.  What sort of beast were they, that they couldn’t smell the pup in their mother?  “Now he’s just fucking her because it feels good.”

There is nothing funnier to me than the idea that (1) Ghost would ever try ot explain to anyone what sex is and (2) that the dragons wouldn’t know and would be VERY offended and it took a little bit for me to write this scene way way back ago when we all thought that Season 8 would not be a massive shitstain in history because I kept laughing so hard picturing this shit.

This story is probaby one of my favorites, just because it’s silly and every magical creature is TIRED TIRED I SAY of everyone dicking around and just the notion that they’re all like ‘THESE HUMANS ARE SO DUMB UGH DO WE HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING?!”  It just really tickled me, and I might never have written it had the amazing @aweseeds not requested it after her winning bid for the Jonerys Unites charity event.  So, everyone say thank you to aweseeds lol, this might’ve just stayed in my head and silly tumblr posts without that fine investment in fandom content.

Thank you lovely @frostbitepandaaaaa for the ask!  I LOVE YOU BITCH, I AIN’T NEVER GONNA STOP LOVIN’ YOU BITCH!

[pink-imagines]

spice it up

request: Ok this is something that’s been on my mind for a couple of days now, and it’s SUPER CHEESY but plz bear with me haha. I’ve been watching a lot of ANTM and it inspired me to think about an au where Bakugo is a pro-hero and Y/N is a upcoming top model visiting Japan to walk and display a new line of lingerie based off of Pro-Hero’s costumes (kinda like for a Victoria’s Secret fashion show) She’s chosen to wear the Ground Zero lingerie and she gets permission to shadow Bakugo for a day or two to get a read on his personality so she can base her walk off of him. Thing is, off the catwalk, Y/N’s personality is free-spirited, laidback and even a little shy, so when Bakugo meets her he’s like “why the fuck would they choose an extra like her to be me?” but little does he know on the catwalk her personality does a complete 180 and is outrageously fierce and confident. Pro-hero’s got a free invitation to the fashion show so with some convincing from his friends (and maybe because he was curious to see how the hell she was going to pull this off) he goes to the show and his reaction to when she steps on the catwalk… Lol I want to leave it up to you. Wow that was wayyy longer then I expected it to be. I’m sorry to spam you like that 😂 I feel like ppl are either going to love or hate this idea so if you don’t want to write it I honestly don’t blame you haha. Either way I love your posts! You’re writing style is very fun to read!

a/n: hellooo! hope you’re doing well! sorry for the late update, but i hope that this is an alright imagine!

warnings: description of lingerie(??)

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You were exhausted. The airport had always been a stressful place, but now you were jetlagged aswell. Flying to Japan wasn’t an easy task, but it was worth it. You carefully pushed the sunglasses you were wearing up the bridge of your nose. It was a weak disguise, but you really couldn’t care less.

“The car’s waiting outside. Let’s hurry up.”, your manager spoke fast. You grabbed your bag and followed after her. The paparazzi were flooding the exit, luckily they had put up fences. This was one of the reasons you had to look atleast a little bit dressed up on airports. Which was the most uncomfortable thing ever, but you just had to live with it. By “dressed up” they usually just meant “don’t wear sweatpants”. So you could still wear your comfy pair of jeans and a nice sweater or something of the sort.

“How do you feel after travelling so much? From New York, to London, to Paris and now here in Tokyo. How do you cope?” The same questions were popping up everywhere, but you didn’t stop for any of them. The only time you did stop was when you saw a few fans getting strangled against the fence. You hurried towards them, got their things signed and made sure they got back to safety.

“Let’s go, Y/N.”, your manager warned.

“Coming!”, you sighed and kept walking.

The next day you were driven to the place where you’d be messured for the lingerie.

“Y/N? Over here, honey!”, the designer said. He got you into a chair as soon as you arrived.

“What do you have for me today, Ray?”, you smiled kindly.

“So, heroes are a big thing. So we’ve made a line of hero-inspired lingerie, we think it’ll be a hit.”, he said with a big grin and showed you the sketches, “We’ll get them ready as soon as possible, but we need to match the right hero to the right model.”

“Alright, I trust your judgement.”, you looked through the sketches, “Give it to me, Ray.”

“Okay, okay. Since you’re the most charesmatic of the girls, we want you take care of the hothead.”, he pointed at one of the sketches, “Ground Zero.” You looked at the sketch. The top was some sort of dulled down orange color, in a lacy material. That wasn’t that bad, it was the usual, but there was a leather harness on top of it... a leather harness that connected to a leather choker. The bottoms were high-waisted and in the same lace material but black. But that wasn’t it. There was a pair of leather, knee-high, boots along with it.

“It’s... extreme.”, you sighed, “But, sure... I’ll do it.”

“Oh, thank you, Y/N. You’re a life saver, no model in Japan wanted to take the roll.”, he chuckled, “Here I’ll show you what we thought we should do for the face.” He showed you a face with cat-eye eyeliner, a simple nude lip and some sort of explosion looking thing behind the ears. You guessed that was a part of Ground Zero’s hero costume.

“Looks great, Ray.”, you smiled.

“Go get yourself meassured, your manager is booking you a meeting with Ground Zero so that you can study his personality.”, he said calmly and started to walk away.

How had you gotten yourself in this mess? To be honest, you didn’t know anymore. Everything happened so fast and now suddenly you were in the lobby of a hero agency, waiting for Ground Zero to go on his lunch break.

“Y/N Y/L/N?”, a rough voice asked behind you. You turned around to see a pair of crimson eyes staring into your soul. His hair was messy and he was just wearing jeans, a hoodie and a leather jacket. You didn’t know why you thought he’d show up in his hero costume.

“I’m guessing you’re Ground Zero?”, you stretched out your hand.

“You can say Bakugo.”, he scoffed and ignored your stretched out hand. He instead put his hands in his pockets.

“Are you ready to go?”, you asked.

“Why else would I be here?”, he sighed and walked to the exit. This was gonna be an exhausting week.

Bakugo walked as if he had just proven a point, or like he had just won an argument. To say the least, there was only pure confidence flooding in his veins. You hated it, but you simply had to see this as a job. You weren’t in your body, you were only watching from the audience.

“Are you just gonna sit there looking at me? You’re not gonna talk?”, he quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Fine then... um... what kind of music do you listen to?”, you asked innocently.

“Music?”, he bursted out into laughter, “That’s it? You really are just another extra!”

“Listen, man, you’re the one who wanted to talk. So talk.”, you kept your calm, you didn’t want to make a scene out in public.

“Eh- this place sucks, let’s go to my apartment. We can talk there.”, he shrugged and walked faster.

“Your apartment?”, you squeaked.

You were just supposed to follow him around for a while every day, but now you were in his apartment. This was only the first day! His apartment was nice though... it kind of had an oldschool aesthetic to it. Like he came straight out of a private school in England during the 1980′s.

“You asked what kind of music I’m into or something?”, he sighed and walked over to a record player after taking off his shoes and hanging up his jacket. You stopped for a second. Didn’t he just make fun of you for asking that? You watched as he flipped through a few records.

“Yeah, I did.”, you answered cautiosly and hung up your coat next to his jacket.

He effortlessly handled one of the vinyls and quickly put it on the record player... it started playing and-... was that The Beatles? Bakugo sat down on his couch as if it wasn’t extremely shocking for him to listen to this.

“You listen to The Beatles?”, you asked as Paul McCartney started signing the first verse of Yesterday.

“Who doesn’t?”, he sighed, “C’mon, sit down.” You sat down in one of the armchair’s and finished listening to the song.

“You don’t seem like you listen to this kind of music.”, you commented as the next song started playing.

“I don’t only listen to this, idiot.”, he snarked, “This was the first thing I found.”

“Whatever you say.”

A few days went by and you’d go through the same schedule. Wait for Bakugo to go out for his lunchbreak, walk around for a bit, go to his apartment and go home when he had to start his next shift. He started making you lunch, and he was a surprisingly good cook. 

For the last day he stopped you before you parted ways.

“Wait-... can I meet you at your hotel later tonight?”, he actually looked a little bit nervous for once.

“I mean, yeah... but why?”, you gave him an unsure smile.

“I’ll take you out for food, something spicy... unless you can’t handle that.”, he grinned, his confidence was suddenly back.

“You wanna bet?”, your laughed.

“Alright then, it’s a bet.”, he chuckled, “I’ll meet you around 7 in the lobby.”

“For sure. I’ll see you!”, you waved goodbye and so did he.

Just when you were about to sneak out to the lobby your manager walked past.

“Where are you going?”, she asked.

“I was just uh...”

“And why’s Ground Zero in the lobby? He’s starting a commotion! We don’t need that, we need you to rest for the show tomorrow!”, she sighed.

“Please, I just wanted to-”

“No, Y/N. You can’t go out tonight, you have a damn show tomorrow.”

“Well, please just tell Bak- I mean... Ground Zero that I can’t come... and that I’m sorry.”, you pleaded, “Please.”

“Fine...”, she agreed.

The next day you woke up early to go to the fitting, so that you could later that day go to the show. Since they had your measurments, it fit perfectly.

“Hey, Laura!”, you stopped your manager as she passed by your make up station.

“Yeah, what’s up? Need anything?”, she asked.

“No-... I was just wondering if you know if Ground Zero would be here tonight.”, you asked.

“I don’t know, honey.”, she sighed, “He hasn’t said anything about it.”

“Alright, thank you.”

You got a moment alone in your changing room before you were going backstage. There was a harch knock on the door, which prompted you to go over to it and open the door. 

“Is it time to come out n-”, you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw Bakugo in front of you.

“Hey.”, he said quietly.

“Hi.”, you responded, “How did you get back here?”

“It’s not that hard for a hero of my status.”, he grinned and puffed up his chest a bit.

“Okay, okay...”, you chuckled and wrapped the silk robe you had on tighter around you, “Well, I’m happy you made it.”

“Y/N! Showtime!”, you heard your manager shout.

“Coming!”, you answered.

“Good luck... on the show...”, he muttered.

“Thank you! I expect to see you in the crowd.”, you grinned and ran up to the backstage area.

-

Maybe he should’ve tried to see what she was wearing. He really hadn’t thought about it at all...

The show was in alphabetic order, so he’d have to sit there for a bit before she’d come out. He really didn’t care much for the other models and he might’ve fell asleep for a few minutes here and there... but that was the chair’s fault! It was too comfortable, it even had armrests! How could he not fall asleep? Just for a bit... 

“Ground Zero!”, they shouted, making him almost jump out of his seat. Eijiro, who sat beside him, let out a quiet chuckle.

“Shut up, man...”, he whispered before glueing his eyes to the runway. He didn’t even recognize her at first. Y/N was... different... and it wasn’t just the clothing... or more like the lack there of.

Her whole aura was different when she walked she was like a whole new person. She was fierce, confident, simply the embodiment of a goddess of war and destruction.  Katsuki’s eyes were glued to her, every curve and edge, and his mouth was slightly agape in shock. He didn’t even realize that people were taking pictures of him.

After the show Katsuki made his way backstage, where he met up with Y/N who was now wrapped up in her silk robe again.

“What did you think? Did you like it?”, she grinned.

“I-...”, he looked around at the people around him who were all watching, “It was alright.”

“Alright?”, you laughed, “Okay then, you diva, I’m gonna go get changed!” His gaze followed her form as she walked away from him to her changing room... until he noticed that people were staring at him.

“Oi! What are you looking at!?”

-

The next day you were already at the airport early in the morning, which was way to early since the plane didn’t leave for another hour. So you decided to look at the articles about last night.

You scrolled quickly through most of them until you saw a picture of a familiar face. It was Bakugo! Looking absolutely star struck as your figure strutted down the runway. A smile spread across your lips and you took a screenshot of the photo.

“Hey, do we have Ground Zero’s buisness email or something like that?”, you asked your manager.

“I can get it for you. Why do you need it?”, she quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Oh, I just wanted to thank him.”, you smiled sweetly, “Also, do you know the next time I’ll be working in Japan?”

“In a few months or so.”

“Perfect.” You couldn’t wait.

-

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WhatsApp? Part 2. (Steve Rogers x reader)

Description: You've never been lucky with guys. You just wanted to catch someone's eye, to be loved. One day, that's about to turn completely - with one fake, completely imagined number a guy gave you

A/N: Tagging is opened as much as you like, babes. To ask us the only thing you should do.

Warnings: None really, just Steve and the duo being themselves. Also, other Avengers appear sort of? (I am proud of those guest appearances. Bwehehe.)

Tagging: @missdictatorme

Read other parts here: Part One

So your texting with that mysterious Steve Rogers started.

You had exactly zero ideas who the man is (you sucked history, be honest with yourself and you didn't hear about an Avenger named Steve Rogers either). All you could say that he is really well mannered and nice to you. Which was a nice change and you welcomed it as well? The only thing that didn't escape your concerns was that he never intended to make a move with you.

And that was a serious change since you knew a lot of guys who's goal was simple: get girls into their beds, on their backs, and without panties. Steve wasn't like that at all. His texts during the day were simple and light-hearted as these:

Steve: Good morning, Y/N. How was your night like? Did you sleep well? (This one came at 5 a.m. so Steve had a serious issue with being a morning bird. You couldn't decide if you liked it, because it seemed like Steve's thinking about you, or if you hated it because these ones had the tendencies to wake you up.)

Steve: Enjoy your meal, Y/N. I'm in downtown so I am about to decide what to eat. (Texts like this usually came around 11 a.m. and you thought that it's his own way to remind you of having an actual lunch.)

Steve: Goodnight, Y/N. Sleep tight. I'll text you in the morning. (A text like this always came around 10 p.m. when you were about to go to sleep; Steve picked on your daily schedule really fast. It was a formal yet light-hearted text which always made you smile.)

You tend to control your language, grammar, and spelling way more than before, not wanting to appear dumb in front of the strange man, you didn't use emojis except plain ':)' because you noticed that Steve isn't exactly emoji's man. And words like lol and rofl? Those were forbidden.

This thing lasted for two weeks at least and you always grinned when you find a text from that mysterious Steve. You just sat at your desk, wishing that man bon appetit to his lunch whatever he decided to eat.

"Okay, spill the truth." - Your boss suddenly appeared in front of your desk, freaking the living hell out of your body. She wasn't angry about using a phone at the workplace at all - but you irritated her with your constant grinning. - "What's up? Or WhatsApp is more like it? I larb those puns." - She grinned at herself.

May Parker was the sweetest woman you have ever known. She was an energetic woman, sometimes a bit too much for your liking, funny and relaxed almost 24/7. She loved those weird words which the younglings were saying. Not that you were old, but you sometimes couldn't comprehend what she was saying. You almost couldn't tell that she was really close to her fifties, because of the way she behaved and dressed.

It was really bad with her almost a half year ago. She has lost her husband Ben, such a lovely and polite man, and she was left alone to raise her nephew Peter up.

He was a lovely guy as well. He respected women at all cost, he was funny and he always brought you something to eat. You loved that kid with your whole soul - everyone was suspicious that Peter developed a huge crush on you, but you knew about his feelings for Liz Toomes, a girl from his school. He crushed on her so her much. You awed every time he rambled about Liz that and Liz this.

He maybe admitted he liked you a bit, an itsy-bitsy bit, but he was a small kid and he knew you were way out of his league. You were more like his best friend than a crush.

"Let me guess, Peter said I larb you once and you didn't let go since then, did you?" - You chuckled, trying to make her forget about Steve. But you knew that woman too well. When May started something, she will push you through living hell with her energetic attitude to the finish line.

It was always like that since the first day you two met.

You worked under May ever since you finished your studies. She was leading one department of a local charity and you just loved to help those who needed your help. Everyone always said that having too many women at one workplace can be a living hell - and they were really far away from the truth.

There were only women in your department and you loved it. You celebrated everyone's birthday, every day someone baked something or brought the coffee for everyone. You usually split to groups for lunch, taking your pause for a half an hour and then change the seats with the next group. It was just lovely. And you found your three best friends out there - May, Suzie and Deena. You, Suzie and Deena used to hang out together a lot. Sometimes you took May with you, but most of the times she stayed at home with Pete.

"Don't you dare to bring my focus on Peter. Now tell me," - She sat on your desk, supporting herself with her hand, looking you dead into your eyes. - "Is this the lucky guy you met in the club? Suzie told me by the fridge last Friday."

"Am I even surprised? No, I am not. Suzie would say anything to everyone, isn't that right?" - You yelled to Suzie's desk and earned a loud frick you. (That was another word that Peter brought to your office.) - "It is not that guy. He didn't give me his number." - You rolled your eyes at your endless dumbness. You realized what is about to come - NYPD lead by May Parker.

"So where have you met him?" - May asked with a concerned voice. - "On Tinder? It's nothing wrong. A lot of young people actually met that way. But what if he's an old pedo or a creep? Did he try to make you send some nudes? You know you can call police at him, right?" - May squirmed in a scared voice. She really loved you as her bestie (another word she used too much and which Peter had taught her.) She was genuinely scared for you.

"Does Y/N look like a small child to you, May? Don't you need to see an ophthalmologist? You really need new glasses." - Valerie, another of your mates said in a playful voice as she passed your desk with her swaying hips. She was a lesbian and a really beautiful one. You and Deena hissed and wheezed at that joke.

"Val is right. Just look at Y/N's cleavage. She couldn't look like a small child even if she tried." - Deena said and continued laughing. - "Agreed." - Val said with a sinful wink but you knew that she knows you're not into LGBT activities.

"Alright ladies, stop right there. Let's keep it PG-13." - You said with a smile. You loved these women so much. - "Steve is... A gentleman. A really nice mannered man. And he probably has a dog. We're texting for two weeks in a row and he didn't ask anything nasty at all. So calm down and keep your panties dry, okay?" - You finished and looked at May.

"Well, that thing is behind us. Now tell me, what do you need?" - You smiled at her and took the papers she put in front of you into your palms.

"You remember that charity ball for the Marina?" - She asked. Yeah, the Marina ball to support your soldiers on the sea. It was always something special. It was a fight for your place between the other charities. This event was always held by Tony Stark and it was a really extraordinary evening.

Every time it was centered around different themes and Marinas were on the program this year. (You tried to raise the funds for children with leukemia.) You, as always, attended the night where departments of charities prepared a special program - some chose to do stand up comedy (and those were usually the best), some chose a choreography and others sang a song. There was a lot of things to think about. But it was a rivalry contest after all - every charity tried to raise the biggest money for themselves, or at least for their own name and prestige. It was a fight for your clean shield and for your department's honor.

And May always went over the top with her moral motivational speeches around that time of year. She was like a ball of pure energy which always made you awe but scared as hell.

"How would I not?" - You chuckled at her.

"Stark, or his assistant, signed us up with that choreography. They will be sending some money on the costumes. You are the economic genius in our group so make it work. " - May smiled at you and left.

Then, an hour later, you stopped working for a slight sec and you caught yourself thinking about that Steve. Who was he? You were so curious about him. It was itching your consciousness. You wanted to know more about that man. What did he like to do? What did he liked to eat?

"Hey!" - A sudden yell into your ear almost shot you down from your chair. You almost smashed Peter's angelic cute face with your keyboard. But he dropped a coffee and a piece of cake in front of you, so you slowly let the keyboard down.

"Was that necessary?" - You looked him down when he innocently smiled on the empty chair next to you. He started spinning around subconsciously as he always used to do. - "You will have to give me a heard massage one day. You'll kill me."

"With those tones of caffeine and sugar, he buys you every time he comes here? He surely will. Hey, Petey boy." - Deena smiled at Peter and nudged his hair playfully because she knew how much Pete hates it. He laughed and tried to make his hair look normal again.

"You were out of your mind completely, Y/N. I was grinning at you since I came into the office and you looked through the window. So your death would be your own fault. Anyway... What's up?" - Pete spun at a fast pace, looking at you with his hazelnut eyes. Even this boy noticed? You. Were. Screwed. But it was only better if you tell him yourself - May would be interpreting it as if Steve was a creep or that you're getting married to Steve. There was nothing between that.

"I'm texting with a guy." - You said quietly.

"Okay. Like, friendly or like..." - His cheeks got rosy as he stared you down with that stare. Since Peter got his birds and bees talk, he saw sex within everything. He was a boy in puberty, after all, it was normal.

"Calm your thoughts down, you dirty pig. I can hear them." - You rolled eyes and laughed - "We're casually texting. He's just nice to me, reminding me to eat, wishing me goodnight... You know what I'm talking about. But I think about how I can get to know him better. I would love to."

"That's simple as the sun rotating around the earth, dummydumdum. Just play a question game with him. Five questions each. We played that when I got to high school, to get to know each other better." - Peter said. And he was right - that was a good and a safe idea. He was a smart kid and you knew that. But that wasn't your main concern at that moment.

"You called me dummydumdum? You know what you are? Ultra dummydumdum!" - You exclaimed and heard Val laughing in the back.

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Y/N: Let's get to know each other. I'm kinda curious about you. :)

That freaked Steve the hell out. Has she realized? She had fourteen days after all. And she surely wasn't dumb or ignorant. Those thoughts have earned him a punch to the nose. He squealed and looked at Natasha's fist.

"Don't you try me with your puppy look, Rogers." - She pointed her finger at him with a warning in her eyes, knowing that this sparring with Steve sucked like hell. - "This punch was well deserved. It's almost afternoon and you're out of your mind. What happened? Some technology attacked you again? Should I kick its ass for you?" - Nat grinned and reminded him of his situation with the smart fridge which somehow shot a whole cube of ice onto his forehead. It was hilarious, at least for her.

"Y/N wants to know me better. I don't know what to do?" - Steve sipped his water and refused to give Nat any munition to support that fridge story.

"Oh. I see. Girl problems. I forgot that you're a boy in puberty." - Natasha rolled her eyes. - "Spill the tea. What did those two say to you and then I'll maybe give my opinion on the situation." - She demanded, braiding her own hair which reminded Steve of the fire.

"Bucky said that it's just a natural process between two people." - Steve started carefully. - "And Sam mentioned something about shagging and that she wants to see the D. I have absolutely no idea what he said. But he laughed like a lunatic so I can finish the context."

Natasha genuinely laughed at that. She didn't like Wilson that much, but he always seemed so dumb it just amused her every time. Everything he said or every advice he gave? Pure comedic pearls centered around sex. Always. It was almost unbelievable.

"Go into it. Don't hold back. Try to risk a little. Live a life, Rogers. If she knows, she knows. She didn't try to make you face the fact she knows, so let it be. And now come to the ring. I can't wait to kick your super-serum ass." - Natasha grinned, leaving him behind.

Steve: I will gladly answer your questions in the evening. I can't right now. Have a lovely day at work. :)

[codyfernmorelikedaddyfern]

Could I request some more info on all the FFAK boys?? Like..Their full names? Ages? Birthdays or Astrology Signs? What are their personalities like? Most likely in the band to...? Some favorites (food, drink, hobby, music, movie, color, fabric, ect, anything lol)? Any secrets? Favorite type of groupie? Dominant or Submissive? Kinks? Anything you think we need to know or want us to know?...if you could answer these I'll give you my soul lol thank you in advance 🖤💋

An Interview? Noice. (Secrets are meant to be secret so if you interact with the boys, you wouldn’t necessarily know it to be true just like you might not know Duncan Shepherd is adopted 👀👀👀)

@fitfouraking correct me if i’m wrong boys...

~~~~

Their full names? Baptiste “Bapt/Bapty/Daddy” O’Malley

Ages? 26 going 27

Birthdays or Astrology Signs? 23rd of October 1993 - Scorpio

What are their personalities like? Cheeky, flirty, playful and mischievous but genuinely cares about the people around him, especially his “girls” (aka younger female fans). He once got in a physical fight with a guy who shoved a younger fan and was being an overall cunt. Gets along the best with their tour manager, there are rumours of him dating her and/or Damian but he is not the type of guy to settle down right now even tho he’s fucked them both multiple times.

Most likely in the band to...? Leak his own nudes. Been there, done that.

Some favourites?·        

Food: Chinese food is da bomb.·        

Music: Green day and Nirvana are my fav band.·        

Hobbies: include playing MMORPG and a handful of NSFW things.·        

Movie: Disney’s Hercules.·        

Fabric: Denim’s cool.·        

Colour : Green

Any secrets? Actually not the roughest lover of them all. Gay for Damian but still keeping his bisexuality in the closet. He doesn’t really like his name. He does all of the backup and 2nd vocals for the band and during the live performance.

Favourite type of groupie? The respectful ones.

Dominant or Submissive? Dominant.

Kinks? The band doesn’t call me Daddy for nothing.

~~~~

Their full names? Frederick “Freddy/Fred/Snowflake” Thomas Dawson

Ages? 24 going 25

Birthdays or Astrology Signs? 1st of March 1995 - Pisces

What are their personalities like? Seems clueless but is a great listener. Big dork and cuddle bug, the most affectionate and in touch with their feelings out of all of them.

Most likely in the band to...? Be painfully oblivious. Remember that story about that guy that had that girl over and she told him she could only sleep naked so he was like ‘Oh okay I’ll sleep on the couch” and then she was calling downstairs to him saying she was cold and he was like “No wonder you’re cold. You’re naked” and fetched her an extra blanket? That’s Frederick. (Thankfully, Baptiste was there to keep her warm…)

Some favourites?·        

Food: Is it edible? Then it’s my favourite·        

Music: All Time Low, Blink 182, Sum 41, Ed Sheeran & Fall Out Boy are my biggest inspirations.·        

Hobbies: I like hiking and looking at people and imagining what’s happening in their head.·        

Movie: The Lord of The Rings & The Hobbit saga.·        

Fabric: I don’t have a favourite fabric? I just… Wear stuff? I guess cotton is nice, that’s what my underwear are made of (no it’s not boyfriend material, that’s Dorian’s)·        

Colour: Blue

Any secrets? I learned to play the guitar to impress Damian’s little sister (it worked) and her lipstick stain is tattooed on my thigh.

Favourite type of groupie? I- uh. What?

Dominant or Submissive? I don’t like fighting, sorry.

Kinks? Baptiste? Did you write those questions? I guess I like a lot of things?

~~~~

 Their full names? Damian “Damn/Dammy/D-man” Taliesin Anatole Greene

Ages? 25 going 26

Birthdays or Astrology Signs? 18th of May 1994 - Taurus

What are their personalities like? Can seem aloof and too prideful but is extremely attentive and on the ball of everything going on. Openly Pansexual and exudes LGBTQ+ rights and sensuality. Unapologetically himself.

Most likely in the band to...? Miss rehearsal because he saw a dog on the street and ended up stroking it for 45 minutes.

Some favourites?·        

Food: West European food is my favourite and I can’t wait to tour in France and Italy to share it with the band!·        

Music: Linkin Park, Bring Me The Horizon and My Chemical Romance.·        

Hobbies: Writing and strolling around the cities we visit after gigs to explore at night.·        

Movie: Shawshank Redemption & The Green Mile.·        

Fabric: Satin and anything sheer, flowey and comfortable.·        

Colour: Burgundy

Any secrets? I have a 666 tattooed below my navel, it was written by Baptiste on the same day he got my bite mark tattooed on his inner thigh.

Favourite type of groupie? The ones who aren’t trying too hard and who leaves their phone in their bag once stepping in my hotel room.

Dominant or Submissive? Depends who is asking.

Kinks? I do like praising and rewarding.

~~~~

Their full names? Dorian “Dory/Doe/D-boy” Alexander Harrison

Ages? 24 going 25

Birthdays or Astrology Signs? 4th of August 1995 - Leo

What are their personalities like? Daydreamer and pretty flamboyant even tho he is quiet. Least active ones in interviews, he is also witty, bold and blunt whenever he opens his mouth. Known as “the single one”, he has never been in a relationship in the 10 years they all have known each other and the boys believed he might be gay for a while until he met the “right” groupie and brought her backstage for some… fun. Likes being reminded of his biggest “quirk”, his heterochromia, it makes him feel special.

Most likely in the band to...? Fall in love with a fan.

Some favourites?·        

Food: Italians do it better.·        

Music: Black Veil Bride, Avenged Sevenfold, My Chemical Romance and Mayday Parade·        

Hobbies: Play music and jam with Baptiste (rhythm section amirite)·        

Movie: The Lion King and Star Wars’ original trilogy.·        

Fabric: Leather and anything sheer.·        

Colour: I’m colour blind… I think Grey is cool?

Any secrets? I mastered all instruments used on stage and I’m the one who usually come up with the rhythm/acoustic side of our music. Also have one recurring groupie I hang out with regularly. Definitely the roughest in bed and only 100% straight member.

Favourite type of groupie? The good girls who follow the rules.

Dominant or Submissive? Usually dominant. I can be convinced otherwise.

Kinks? Sorry, Tour Manager’s saying that the time’s up. You’ll have to find that out by yourself. Backdoor at 4pm?

[superfriedchicken]

Answering as many of them as I need to distract myself from that shitty morning

01 no

02 my new boyfriend, for the first time in years because I dont say that to everybody

03 being born, getting to know some people, sending some nudes

04 yep

05 taken

06 asphyxiation (do you call it that way?) or CO poisoning

07 dont make me think about it or I'm gonna cry for the third time today

08 Gymnastics, rock climbing, parkour

09 not really atm

10 idk

11 my bf, my beautiful cat, plants

12 don't think so, I can barely stay awake for 24 hours

13 some teachers

14 my bf but I'll see him tmr

15 not at my apt but 2 cats at my parent's

16 exhausted and weird

17 think so, yeah

18 yyyep

19 I'd have to live through this crap again - but probably, yes

20 Idk what snogging means and I'm too lazy to look it up

21 cuddling and watch movies with my bf

22 1 or 2, preferably two girls or even twins lol

23 only 2 in each ear (had a third one, but... long story, who cares)

24 I liked Art even though I'm not artistic but it was a nice contrast to the other subjects. I also like maths the moment I understood what was going on

25 yea

26 nothing, but last night I was craving pizza

27 yeeea. I'm a bad human being lmao

28 actually yes but in hindsight it wasn't a real relationship and I didn't even care

29 my bf had a crying session last week lol

30 my LIFE

31 ... my bf hopefully?

32 black, green, also yellow because it's the color of the sun and I really miss the sun

33 yeah

34 a dead body in a river

35 my bf, last week

36 probably

37 forgive but I usually don't really forgive people

38 fuck you

39 14?

40 more or less

[dude, how do you forget 10 numbers]

51 light cafe latte (haha, jk, I hate it, Pizza)

52 idk, I hate people, I hate everything and Idc

53 having a panic attack and eating weird noodles

54 yea

55 I'd like to be more mean than I am

56 my brother when we were younger?

57 idk - sure would be nice but I guess it's too good to be true

58 sunshine (but not too much sun, urgh)

59 nya

60 not really, but I guess it has some advantages

61 only if I call him daddy

62 my bf, for real. Idk what else. Sunshine?

63 I wouldnt specifically want to change my name but if I was proposed to do so, sure, why not

64 well, he's not here physically, so, yeah? Lol

65 fuck hi- idk? Normal humang being stuff?

66 yea

67 my bf

68 my bf

69 I believe in it as a meaning, not in souls itself if that makes any sense

70 What is that question? I would die for A N Y B O D Y if that gave me the courage to fuckin kms

Okay so that was today's stupid post number one, I have a feeling that there's gonna be more of me being grumpy,

I don't know why this was titled 'horrible questions', half of the answers were 'my bf', so - -??

But yeah. If anybodys got more weird & useless questions, I'm ready

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[rosyerim]

fwb↠ lovers!yukhei

warnings; obvi sexual stuff, some cursing, 16++!!!

listen i am a HOE for lucas

but lbr so are u 

who isn’t like have you SEEN that man GOD

anywho letzgetit

lucas aka wong yukhei was one of your friends ever since u two got paired up for a presentation in college

super cocky when u approached him first 

u were like

“hi so will we go to yours ?”

he was like

“( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) oh we’re goin to mine huh? that fast u must want me bad( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)“

u just rolled ur eyes and was like

“listen here u damn TREE i meant so we could work on the presentation!!”

he’s like “yea sure whatever u say babe”

so u just rolled ur eyes again and was abt to leave before he grabbed ur hand and was like im jk!! gimme ur number so we can sort out a day

so u do bc i mean who wouldnt give lucas their number

when u get home u already have a message from him

“hey it’s lucas :)”

“lemme know what day suits u, im p much free all week!”

he actually wasn’t free all week but would have cancelled any plans for u in a heartbEAT 

little do u know, homeboy been lowkey crushin’ on you ever since he saw u strut into the same lecture room as him

then u tripped but thats BESIDes tHe poInT

u text back and are like

“i’m free tommorow if that suits u?”

you didn’t expect a text back so quick

you put your phone down for 00.02 seconds before

WHA-PING

its ya boi lucas double texting u

“yeah i’m free haha said i was free all week :)”

“that came off as kinda passive aggressive im sorry thats not what i meant??”

hehehe u just smile to ur self what a cutie

you set up to meet at the campus cafe the next day at like 2pm bc god knows ur ass won’t be up before 1pm

again once u put ur phone down thinking the convo was over

WHA-PING-DING

its lucas again 

“so..what are u doin rn? i’m just workin out haha :)”

wong yukhei rlly out here bein all fuckboyish and shit but u bein ur good, sin free self ignore the DEVILS calling and go do ur own things around the house

ignoring the WHA-PINGS

next day rolls around 

you’re at the cafe like 10 mins early because u didn’t want to b late 

and woahh whose already sitting inside at the corner table w two chairs??

and two steaming cups of coffee??

yeah u guessed it lucASS

looking fine as heLL in literally just a white hoodie??

you know THIS look

that whole ass look

okay stop staring at his beautiful self and go i n s i d e

bby boy does a lil jump of surprise when u walk up he was so immersed in his phone

he was not looking up “how to get someone to like u” fucjakjks

he’s all smiley and is like

“ (✿◠‿◠) i didn’t know what drink u liked so i just got u a coffee, hope its okay(✿◠‿◠)“

ssjdhsjd ofc its okay baby!!

u just nod and say you’ll pay next time

he gets a lil blushy bc your both gone meet up again aw

so you both start working, he has ideas so do you, so you both compromise and wow u two make a great team

at some point the convo turns from school to sharing drunk stories of ur friends

a few coffees & lots of laughing later u suddenly realize its gotten rlly late bc of how dark it is outside!!

cue lucas using this as an opportunity to be all suave & gentlemanly 

“wow it’s gotten late, i’ll walk you home!!” 

so ur both on course to ur apartment 

he tries to be that boy and put his jumper on u because he saw u shiver for 00.001 second

but ur like lol no thanks im not cold

the tips of ears go red & poor bby is embarrassed  so he goes all pouty :((

then u feel bad bc homeboy was jus tryna be nice :((

so u end up wrappin yourself up in it and now hes all :))

now ur all :))) too

when u get to ur apt he kinda awkwardly shuffles outside so u invite him inside so he can “warm up” before he leaves

and whooo did u two “warm up”

he takes a seat on ur sofa & is kinda mindlessly babbling as u put on some music and bring him over a warm drink 

so ur both just sittin there bbq sauce on ya titties

and then its like some sort of sudden tension arises??

he stops babbling and just stares at u 

u stare back, slowly putting down ur drink

then ur leaning in oh so s l o w l y

he places his big ass hand on the side of ur face, eyes hovering from ur lips to ur eyes, asking for permission 

you give him a lil nod and he s w o o p s the fuck in

his plump lips are soft, a lil chapped and the first kiss is tender, he pulls away after a few seconds

he looks at you thru half lidded eyes and oop you pulled him back to ya lips hehe

from there it escalates 

he leans back onto the sofa and pulls you ontop of him, in a straddling position

one of his hands moves from your face down to your waist holding u tightly against while the other is rubbing circles on the exposed skin below your shirt

his tongue pushes past your lips, to meet yours and you thread your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly at the ends

this elicits a deep ass groan outta him and he pulls back suddenly, tilting his head up towards you

you’re slightly panting as you take note of his swollen lips and slight blush dusting his cheeks

he notices the same things about you and smirks before your face back towards him

to ur slight disappointment it’s not as heated as before, just a lil soft kiss and hes pulling away again

ur like 

“<(｀^´)> why’d u stopp <(｀^´)>“

he just chuckles w his deeper than the ocean voice pinches ur cheek lightly

“because as much as i’d like to keep goin, it’s a bit too fast paced don’t you think?”

you flush again as u didn’t even think about what he was feeling and nodded, burying your face into the crook of his neck

but the hypocrisy of this bOY

the next time u two meet up to “work on the project” u end up goin to his place and oop hes got u beneath him on his bed, both of ur shirts on the floor 

his mouth is set on marking your neck, collarbones while his hips are lightly grinding down on you, you feeling his bulge from beneath his tracksuit pants

you wrap you legs around him, pulling him even closer before flipping him over somehow

he’s a lil surprised as you take ur turn to pepper his neck and collarbones w love bites but he’s not complaining as u can tell from his quiet moans beneath you

you make your way lower on his body, stopping just before the waistband of his pants, looking up at him

“can i?”

u ask him first because consent is important kids

he nods so fast ur afraid his head is gona pop off 

you pull his pants & underwear down and wha-ping there he is

you grasp him at the base and lucas throws his head back, almost banging it off his headboard but does he care? nope.

so after ya know, suck the soul out of him

homeboy needs a phat minute to get his breath back

but ur pulling ur top back on, ready to go bc u felt like he woulda kicked u out but nOPE

the second he catches u ready to leave, he grabs u and pulls u back down onto the bed w him

ur like??? but in a good way

he ends up peppering ur face w lots of kisses and u gigglin bc aw

but then the kisses end up getting more heated as he makes his way down ur body, ur shirt leaving u once again, as well as ur pants and oops ur underwear too??

he ends up giving back what he received :)))

after that night, you both agree to keep it casual

basically friends w benefits

lucas loves the idea 

at first

like the thought of him bein’ able to text you whenever he was horny and not block him? great. gettin’ the occasional nude from you during his classes and ending up hard for an hour? not the best, but he’ll take it.

bUT the sight of you coming down off your high that he gave you while still panting his name softly??? 100000% HERE for it

wearing his shirt as you tumble around his bedroom, your neck covered in lovebites from him leaves him 97% soft and 3% sorta kinda horny

but he wants to be able to text you abt how your day was or what you’re doing for the day him or just listen to you rant!! not just when he pops a boner or you’re in the mood

he also wants to experience holding you in his arms, filled with love and not lust, kisses that are just innocent instead of heated 

to wake up to your sleeping face, no matter how funny looking, in the morning instead of an cold, empty space in his bed

but lucas knows you won’t return his feelings so he does his best to hide them (read: fails miserably at hiding his feelings for you)

then you begin to notice subtle changes in his behavior 

he goes from choking you out w a dark look in his eyes to caressing your cheeks w heart eyes in 000.02 seconds

he gives you his shirt to keep even after you leave his apartment and insists on driving you home

he texts you pictures of cute puppies he saw on his way to college instead of his usual boxer pics 

safe to say, u knew wtf was up

but u didn’t want to sound conceited abt knowing lucas liked you, so you didn’t say anything

and you both kept up the facade of hiding your feelings for the other behind by taking your frustration out on each other, sexually

and it stays that way for a while, but lucas was becoming more agitated each night you left and vice versa

until he broke the unspoken rule

neither of you had stayed overnight at the others for fear of having to deal with the truth of your emotions in the morning

but that night as you lay beside him, breathing heavily, the thin covers barely covering your naked bodies, he slipped his hand into yours and pulled you close

and you both lay there for a while, content in each other embraces, listening to each others heartbeats

then, you shifted to move away, to leave another night of unspoken feelings for another day

but he pulled you back and whispered, “stay”

you knew what that meant, you thought it over in your head

if you stayed, you would wake up and finally face the music, finally talk about how much you’ve fallen for him

how much you want to give him kisses all over his face to make him laugh

how you want to go on cute little cafe dates and study dates and dinner dates and basically every kind of date with him

how you want to introduce him to your family as not just your friend, but your boyfriend, your lover

a few moments passed

lucas’ forehead creased slightly in worry

he placed a tender kiss on your knuckles

mumbled a soft “please”

you took a deep breath 

and relaxed against him, letting your eyelids flutter shut as you let sleep overcome you

missing how lucas’ eyes literally shone as he looked down on you

“finally” he whispered against the crown of your head as he placed a kiss there, his grin almost splitting his face in half

he sent a bunch of keyboard smashes into the nct gc later bc he was so happy sjdksjd

and thats how you and wong yukhei fell in love

he also still gets butterflies every time he sees you and screams internally every time u kiss him fucjskjd <33

le fin♡ 

this is my first bullet scenario, hope it was okay (〃▽〃)

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Lost & Found Batch #18

The newest batch was long overdue ^^;; As always, if you happen to know the fic the ask is looking for, reply to this post or send us an ask with the request number and title/author. If you happen to know any fics from Past Batches, those are more than welcome as well. Thank you!! ~ Admin P

1) Hi! I think my ask got lost TT I was wondering if you guys know of a vmin fic on ao3 where they’re roommates and jimin likes tae and decided to seduce him by asking him to take nude pics of him, and tae ended up not reacting and then they admitted that they both liked each other? Or something along those lines. PLEASE HELP IT WAS SO AWESOME AND I LOVED IT :( thank you!!!

you're only brave in the moonlight by ameliabedelias

2) Hi!! so a while back i was reading a yoonseok fic on ao3, it was smut, and i wanted to read it again but i cant find it, i was wondering if you could help??? it was yoonseok and yoongi was a "beta" but soon found out he was an omega he called himself a "late bloomer"?? and hoseok walks in, they have sex, and i specifically remember yoongi feeling hoseoks dick in his stomach and "rubbing" it. i know its wierd but can you please help me find it???

A Test in What, Exactly, Is "Too Much" by Yooniefucks

3) Hello, I'm trying to find a fic that has taekook in it. I don't actually remember what the fic is about, but I remember that jungkook is a guard/knight and somewhere along the story, the Prince (?) finds out that jungkook is a werewolf since he was bitten as a child and he imprinted on taehyung, who's human if I'm not mistaken. The king took him in, and he used to be chained to a cage/cave (?) during full moon. It will be great if you can help me :) thank you! 💜

4) Hi, I'm trying to find this yoonjin fic were yoongi is walking home from an underground gig and it's late at night. He smells fresh baked goods and it leads him to a building he passes by all the time but never noticed before. He goes inside and jin fixes him a drink and gives him a muffin/cupcake. At the end jin reveals that he's magic and he cast a spell to find love. Thank you for your help!!

5) I'm looking for a yoongi/jimin fic where jimin is abused by his boyfriend (I think the author used a random idol) and yoongi catches on and tries to help but jimin is really damaged. The rest of the group lowkey knows jimin abused but don't know how to help. Sorry I can't remember lots of details but it was really angsty and good

6) hello, im looking for some kind of royalty fan fic where jimin was visiting yoongi’s palace/home? I can’t remember why but they weren’t close in the beginning. All I can remember was a scene where a bunch of boys were in a room smoking and playing poker (half naked?) and a young servant/slave who was able to play any piano piece after just listening to it once and in the end he left with a Russian man who made music.... thank youu

7) Ugh I seriously need help! I’ve been looking for this fic I lost for 3 days now, I really want to read it again! I’m going to be upset if it was deleted :( anyway, it was a fic where the boys were on their way to something and they got in a car crash but it was only Jin, Hoseok, Yoongi, Tae and Kook. Then Jin and Hoseok were kidnapped by a guy named Sung I think, and the fic focused on Yoongi and Tae and Kook traveling through the woods they crashed in looking for Jin and Hobi and then (pt.1) Jimin and Joon were at a hotel with their manager and they were convinced something was wrong and they wanted to go look for them. In the end they got rescued and they killed the Sung guy and Yoongi was shot and I just really want to find it again cause there was an unfinished sequel. I’m so upset. I hope this was enough to help you help me lookfor it!

8) YOOO what's poppin sis'. Can yall help me. I've been looking for this fic where the rap line is an underground rap line and like they perform cypher pt 3? Idfr the name but the main pairings were namjin and yoonmin. Thanks 🤪🤪🧡

9) Hi there! I was hoping you guys could help me find this fic - it's on AO3. It was multi-chaptered, completed, and was a collection of namjoon centric oneshots/drabbles. one of the chapters was inspired by the "princess princess" anime and featured joon wearing panties, bent over jin's lap, before yoongi came to rescue him from a bunch of onlookers. please help!!

10) Hi! I’m looking for a Yoongi/Jungkook fic. I’ve been searching nonstop for a few weeks and I think the author may have deleted it. The plot line is basically this: Jungkook is a medical student who falls in love with Yoongi and eventually loses his drive in the field. I know it has sexual content so it’s either M rated or E. One of the tags was ‘slow burn’ and ‘Jungkook cries a lot’. Thanks in advance!

11) Hello! In the lost chuchu batch 16, #13 is "I Can't Even" by handintheshot in Ao3. But I can't find a link of it. Also, I'd like to ask whether you know about the fic where jimin suddenly has a vagenay and then proceeds to have a hot threesome with jk and tae? If possible, can you please recommend me more like those? Thank you so much 💜

12) Hello! Do u guys know of a vmin pwp oneshot where taehyung has ADHD? They sit in a chair for most of it, and the premise has a slight focus on how Jimin makes it easier for Tae to sit still. It was really sweet, and I can't find it :c

13) I am looking for a 6+1 fic where Namjoon is homeless and in each iteration a different member takes him into their home and life. A recurring element is a cake decorating book that Namjoon borrows from the library - a page falls out detailing how to make a flower with icing, and he keeps it in his pocket. I have used my search-fu but I cannot find it. It was on AO3. I hope you can help, even if it's just with a possible name I can run via the Wayback machine! Thanks!

14) Hello! I would like to ask your help into searching for a story that I can't, for the life of me, find. It's a Yoonmin story but what I remember the most is that Jungkook works as a janitor in an office and he quits because his boss is horrible. However, Taehyung, whom his boss is interested in working with, will only sign the proposal if they rehire Jungkook, so the boss sends Jimin to do it, since Jimin is friends with the both of them. In the end, they all end up working at the same place. TY

15) Hello. I'm looking for a fic where the group had six members but Suga time travels/dimension travels and becomes part of the group as a secret member. I remember that Jin is doing a vlive and is squirted with a water gun but everyone thinks it's Jimin. And when it's reveled to be Suga he's in his dorm room and pulls a big super soaker from under his blankets. I hope that's enough. It's super specific but I can't seem to find it. I hope you can help me :)

16) hey i was looking for this soul reaper or angel?? au where jungkook dies and is taken to the shinigami/reaper realm by the reaper (i think it was yoongi) and i cant find it anywhere :(( i think he dies bc of his new friends and the fic opens with a scene where the reaper sends one of his murderers souls to hell? The reader finds out later i guess. Id really appreciate it if u could find that :(( thank you!

An anon believes it’s Naught Readings For Naughty Readers by supermans_crib, however that has been on AO3

17) Hi! I had recently lost one of the greatest ffs ever, it was a jikook au where they were in the military (?) and jimin had went into a stage sort of like heat and jungkook had to fuck him, he got hekka scared afterwords but they ended up liking eachother

as if it's your last by fatal (cumrich)

18) Hi! I'm trying to find a NamJin fic. I searched the fics here and my bookmarks on AO3 (since I swear I bookmarked it) but I can't seem to find it. It starts out where Yoongi is accusing Namjoon of not moving on. We find out that Namjoon and Seokjin are friends and Namjoon confessed to Seokjin and was rejected. Things get complicated when Seokjin keeps coming around and even interfering with someone Namjoon starts dating. Memorable scene, Seokjin chasing Namjoon in the dark screeching his name.

everything moves on by fruitily

19) Hello. I am looking for a namgi fic where yoongi works in an old bookshop and likes wearing feminine clothing , and namjoon works at a cafe but visits the bookshop often. Namjoon likes art and philosophy but is scared of his parent's reactions so yoongi tells him to fuck society and to "wake up from your sad life and figure out who you are", they eventually kiss as well. I read it on AO3. Your help would be greatly appreciated. Thanks.

20) Hi! I was wondering if y’all could help out with a fic I remember reading? jimin pining for yoongi and for some weird reason I remember a specific scene where jimin (whose brought food for yoongi) waits for yoongi outside of (a studio?) falls asleep waiting and wakes up when yoongi and someone else walk out. Jimin had wanted to eat with him I think but yoongi either says that he’s already ate or is headed to eat with the person. It’s unrequited feelings for a bit of the story.

21) There was a fix where yoongi was a prince and he went out and on the way met all the members who were disney princesses, it was a parody kind of, min yoonji was sleeping beauty and she went back to sleep again and from her castle members got a cat and kittens, can you please find it

22) Hello! I read this fiction a loonnggggg time ago where vminkook were in high school detention I think and kook could read minds and read tae's mind once and hes thinking about potatoes so he calls him potato boy but then the next time tae's thinking about fucking jimin and like yeah LOL I think they all end up in a threesome at the end but yeah I dont remember the title or author ))):

23) what’s that fanfic when it’s an au one of them is overweight and they join their school gym or something? and fall in love with the person who trains them. and there’s this beach scene and a car wash scene near the end. been looking for it for a while, hope you can help!

24) hi! i’m looking for a fic i read a while back, i think it was vmin and one of them had been hurt so the other got them off and they ended up in a relationship i think? pretty sure it was cannon compliant too! thanks!

25) so tae is a student and jk is a professor. jk is engaged to this woman (mina?). basically they are both straight but end up falling for each other so before jk gets married he plans to break up with the girl but she blackmails him with pics of him and his student and turns crazy. i don’t rlly remember what happens after that but later they eventually end up together. i think it’s ab 10 chapters. i’m pretty sure i read it on ao3!

26) Hello! I was reading this taekook fic on ao3 but I forgot what it was called ☹️ basically jungkook travels back in time and kidnaps his last self to tell him how in the future Tae kills himself, so jungkook tries to get his past self to be nicer to Tae and stop him. Past jungkook thinks that Tae cheated on him but he was actually forced to have sex with his “boss” but jungkook doesn’t give him a chance to explain and starts cheating on Tae and is being really nasty to him. Ah help plz if you can

27) I’m searching for a fic and i really can’t find it ... i remember it’s jikook (but not really) and it’s about jungkook (who thinks he’s straight) who downloads a porn (by mistake i think) of minjoon and like he ends up liking it, it’s so vague i’m sorry kfhskcj

care to stay for the ride? by voseok

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