#fucking pasty ass white boy he is so perfect

[cvnt4him]

there iis not enough wlw fics... I'm starving

I'm so honored you came to ME. for a wlw fic, I do have jirou x female reader and ochako x female reader that's it atm. I do deeply apologize for the lack of wlw content I am so sorry nonnie/nonnette.

My brain is a Trainwreck rn so please do leave reqs of what you'd like to see, for the most part I write for everyone, hq and mha and I will write for all genders just leave a rew n lemme know<3

[aishabellasbigblogofeverything]

Fuck all of the trolls who drove @carlaerosie to suicide, seriously, she was such a darling but you people no no bounds. She was just a teen and yet she acted with more grace and maturity than most of the adults on here. Truly disappointing to see just how racist and sexist the Encanto fandom is. I don’t know what other way to say it but...ENCANTO IS NOT FOR YOU. If you’re white and queer/neurodivergent than this movie is not for you. 

Isabela didn’t want to marry Mariano because she didn’t love him and because she was under pressure to be perfect, NOT because she was a lesbian. 

Mirabel’s rainbow on her dress may resemble the bisexual flag and her voice actress may be openly bisexual, but it’s more so to represent the warm-colored family. NOT bisexuality. 

Dolores squeaks because it’s a common trait of Colombian women when hearing or sharing gossip and was actually developed as a coping mechanism so that European colonizers wouldn’t know what they were saying, it is NOT a tic! 

Luisa is NOT trans, women can be buff without having been assigned male at birth and this is obviously just a way for racist transphobes(the type who are too scared to say that they see trans women and Black/brown women as men) to come up with an excuse for her strength and buffness by deciding that she is buff because she’s “male” and thus masculinizing her. 

Camilo shapeshifting and suffering an identity crisis is NOT because he’s genderfluid, he has only ever been referred to as a BOY, and this one annoys me the most because at this point I honestly feel like the obsession with him being “so gender uwu” is just a tactic to hide or deny the fact that he’s male because that is the main reason you fuckers chose to obsess over HIM over the female characters, so you project traditionally feminine or gender non-conforming traits onto him so as to ignore the positive messages the female characters--as the center of the story--send about femininity! Y’all don’t care that Luisa can be both strong and feminine or that Isabela learns to embrace her own form of femininity by the end of the movie rather than the typical “not like other girls” form of female revolution, and is the pretty character of the story while also being a dark-skinned indigenous woman. No, it’s more crucial to try to force the animators to admit that Camilo might be wearing eyeshadow. I would be laughing if it weren’t actually so damn sad. 

Why am I saying all this? Because the minority of the fandom who gets it, particularly Latines and other people of color, have been saying it for ages, trying to call out the Encanto fandom on their blatant, blind-sided ignorance, but they didn’t listen. @carlaerosie was one of those people, and they decided that because she was fifteen they could talk down to her and take advantage of her! And what do you know, they took her life with this stupid bullshit. Why am I saying this on my main blog which is about Black women’s issues and not my Isabela Madrigal sideblog? Because the fandom racism, sexism, and misogynoir that is so present in this fandom is fucking gross and I am tired of it. You literally killed this young Afro-Colombian teenage girl because you couldn’t handle that this movie was not for yo pasty asses and because she had the ovaries to call you out on your blatant erasure and protect and defend her culture, so you decided she deserved to die. And it makes me sick. That’s why I won’t be associating myself with the fandom for now. I am truly just so repulsed and bothered and annoyed. 

I don’t have anything to say...I just need someone to talk to. If anyone’s DMs are open, I would really appreciate that. If someone else needs to talk to me, that would be a pleasure, too. 

But I don’t even know what to say now...just...yeah. 

I’m lost rn. 

[toomanyopinionss]

My thoughts while watching…

Young Royals, Season 2

It was EVERYTHING

I don’t think you understand how much i adored this season. I think I liked this one more than the last season two be honest. But maybe that’s because i lowkey thrive on drama.

First things first:

My lil’ Crowned Prince?! best character this season. i love him so much The pure chaos wille brought this season was GOLD.

they had my boy leaning against fences and looking out at the sunset with a sad song playing in his ears like he was the female protagonist of a 2000s romcom.

they had my man scheming and orchestrating august’s downfall like a young swedish doofenshmirtz. (as he fucking should, but we’ll get to his pasty behind in a minute)

they had my dude jumping on a desk renouncing his claim to the throne because he saw ex singing karaoke with someone on insta.

they had my baby point a RIFLE at his cousin to defend his man’s honor like a champ.

Ok ok but in all seriousness, the emotional range from wilhelm this season was staggering. watching him navigate his rocky relationship all while having quite literally the weight of the country on his shoulders was a lot. shoutout to edvin for that performance.

I have surprisingly little to say about Simon, other than the fact that his voice is angelic and makes me cry and he deserves to be protected at all costs.

Now August….

*sigh*

You have to understand, I try my best to give characters the benefit of the doubt. We’re all human, we all make mistakes. But I’ve truly had it trying to quell my intense dislike of this dude. At first I went between hatred and pity, but the minute they named him Wilhelm’s successor I KNEW there was no going back. This man is a selfish and self centered prick who cares more about himself and what others think about him then he does the people around him. And I’m tired of trying to like his bitch ass, cause it’s just not gonna happen at this point.

And while we’re on that note, let me break a couple bubbles here:

For any August/Sara shippers out there… the only reason you like them together is because they are both attractive people.

Name one reason they work together… I’ll wait.

Their relationship was built on August outing her brother and Wilhelm’s relationship. So it’s already flawed to begin with. Add on top of that the fact that they both could use a lesson in a little something we like to call “loyalty”. i think it would benefit them greatly seeing as they both were too quick to betray family for personal gratification. but hey 🤷🏾‍♀️ maybe that’s just me.

Other hot takes:

Alexander is stupid af. the hell is wrong with that kid. this herd mentality thing that he’s got going on is not it. he needs to start thinking for himself if he wants to get anywhere in life. when they said he got back in, i thought we were gonna see some type of evil storyline with him… nope, he’s just an idiot.

Felice was absolute perfection, as usual. she did nothing wrong and i love her. i wish we got more of her, tbh. In fact, that entire friend group is the cutest thing, we love it alllll. (and i saw that lil bestie in love with bestie thing they had going on 👀👀)

Marcus is boring. I forgot his name, so i had to look him up… he was too sweet, to the point where he made me uncomfortable. Although that scene with him and simon and the fish tank had me screaming laughing. This just goes to show that I can’t do the sweet nice boring white guy thing anymore, netflix, do something different.

Ok this is getting long. these are just something’s i had to get out the minute i finished watching the series.

8.5/10, could round up or down depending how i’m feeling later - it needed to be longer. six episodes is not enough time

[sapphicwhxre]

behind closed doors

♡ pairing: harry potter x reader x ginny weasley

♡ summary: ginny wants to add a third person to her sex life with harry and you make them both glad he said yes.

♡ requested: yes | no

♡ warnings: oh my god it's FILTH ─ swearing, threesome smut, oral sex (female & male receiving), face fucking, fingering, vaginal sex, praise/possession kink, scissoring, overstimulation, nipple play/praise, cum slut stuff but i got no clue what to tag that as. also i didn’t proofread or edit because if i reread any of this shit i know it won’t get posted LMAO

it was funny, really.

everyone thought the chosen one was this awkward, inexperienced git when it came to sex. and they all thought the youngest and only girl of the weasleys must be this pure little princess. but, they were oh so wrong and you knew that first hand.

you knew because harry was almost at his breaking point. he didn’t think there was anything as precious or plain sexy as ginevra weasley but merlin, did she have some odd kinks. he’d do them all for her, even enjoyed some of them. but this one had harry redder than dragon breath.

“ginny, i don’t want another guy with his hands on you when we’re being intimate!”

finally snapping, harry was flushed and frustrated. it was the second time ginny had brought up the possibility of bringing another person into their bedroom and harry did not see the appeal. the weasley girl perked an eyebrow, however, and laughed.

“who said anything about a guy, dear?” ginny toyed with a charm on the bracelet you’d given her and shook her head. “you know my friend, y/n, don’t you?”

the boy’s eyes widened behind his glasses and his mouth went a bit dry. “yes,” was all he managed, trying to remember what house you were even in. what he did remember was that you were quite the sight to look at.

ginny grabbed harry's hand, “we had a bit of a thing before you and i. she’s a fun person, she’d do it without any strings attached.”

how had harry had no idea that his girlfriend had been sleeping with y/n? and why did the idea of letting her into the equation arouse him so much? although surprised that ginny felt absolutely no jealousy or even batted an eye at the situation, he found himself grinning when ginny did at his sudden nod.

this was how you’d ended up with harry potter’s cock buried in your pussy while your face was in ginny’s. and right now, it wasn’t very funny at all. what it was fell under the category of fucking like heaven.

“oh, good girl, just like that, y/n!”

ginny moaned with her head thrown back. her eyes were rolling back into her head with every moan she heard from her boyfriend paired with the warm vibrations of yours meeting her pussy. “look so pretty, taking harry’s cock for us,” you responded to her dirty praise by a finger into her dripping cunt, your tongue still assaulting her folds and your ass in the air. she moaned even louder and barely made eye contact with harry, who was still thrusting into your clenching walls. “so good, y/n... blimey, gin, she’s so tight,”

“and ours,” the panting girl added, her hands now gripping your hair messily. “our pretty little slut, in’t that right, harry?” he agreed with a rather distracted grunt but ginny was too occupied to respond, screaming as you put your fingers as deep into her as you could, curling and pumping while your tongue kept adoring her clit. “oh, y/n, y/n, y/n,” it was impossible at this point to tell whose moans were whose and who was saying your name louder, but either way it was addicting.

“f-fuck!” you babbled incoherently, harry and ginny's names both getting lost on the way out of your mouth. harry burst into you with a final, shallow thrust, moaning like a porn star. your orgasm clenched your stomach and your walls tightened around harry’s dick while you came, the white liquid seeping out into ginny’s view. your breathy moan was hot on ginny’s throbbing pink pussy and the sight made her want to come, hard. you took your fingers away and instantly replaced them with your tongue. gripping her thighs tightly, you let all of her sweet cum enter your mouth and drip down your chin eagerly.

“oh, that’s a good girl,” ginny was breathing fast and giving both of you a toothy grin ─ one which you and harry returned. “how hot does she look, harry?”

“so hot,” harry gasped, forehead sweaty and cheeks flushed red. “so hot covered in our cum, she knows that, doesn’t she?”

nodding and flustered, you tried to gather yourself after being fucked and fucking ginny at the same time but you were flipped onto your back. a loud yelp caught both ginny and harry and they both wore different smirks on their face. harry's said he was nothing short of loving the experience and ginny was thinking of ways to make it better for the former... and herself.

“open,” she commanded, biting her bottom lip with the cockiest look on her face. without any hesitation, you spread your legs as wide as you could to let ginny do whatever she wanted with you. “good little girl, you’ll be rewarded,” she hummed and you were desperate to be touched again. “but first ‘m gonna let harry have a bit more fun, show him just how good you are with that pretty mouth.”

the messy haired boy was already pumping up and down his shaft, tip as pink as his cheeks. “open?” harry’s request was softer but in some way, just as sexy as ginny’s. you parted your lips just enough to take his tip between them and sucked softly, eyes intent on harry while you did so. his were already scrunched in need and you made your way down, cum covered lips and saliva wetting his dick for you to suck him better. with hollowed cheeks, you bobbed up and down on his length, feeling more and more satisfied with his bucks hitting your throat. even gagging on his cock and nose hitting right above where he was slapping against his own skin, you moaned and sucked until ginny spit on your cunt.

“oh,” you let out muffled on harry. no longer watching you two, ginny was lowering her own pussy onto yours and the heat of both your aroused cunts felt heavenly. you whimpered with your lips around harry, tears streaming down your face, hoping to be touched by ginny. your wish was granted as you moaned muffled again and she sank onto you, using your thigh to ride your pussy. clits rubbing against one another with deliciously rough friction, cock all the way into your mouth, you saw stars. it didn’t even matter whose cum was dripping down your leg when the pleasure you felt was so mindblowing and harry was spilling his seed down your throat. “good little cum slut,” ginny rubbed your clit harshly.

“ginny, this is so good,” you groaned, on the verge of a sob, “but ‘m too sensitive, just let me please you guys,”

as if you’d told a funny joke, she laughed and turned to harry. “your turn baby, i want that pretty, pretty mouth back between my legs now that she’s all swollen and sexy,”

“poor thing,” harry chuckled at your scream when he attached his mouth to your soaked and abused pussy. his hands yanked you by the ass and he ate you out like you were a fucking pumpkin pasty. ginny lowered to sit this time on your mouth, facing harry’s buried head. whimpering almost pitifully, though extremely sexy to the couple you were pleasing, your tongue took messy movements to ginny’s pussy.

she was so wet that it didn't matter how out of it the sensations had you, your open mouth on her core was enough to have ginny spitting moan after moan. “cum now, y/n, i know you’ve got another one left in you,” harry cooed. you couldn’t even object with your mouth so preoccupied and all coherent thoughts being smashed by harry’s tongue fucking your hole. “that's it,” his teeth grazed you while you came and your sob on ginny’s pussy sent her to the very edge of her orgasm.

right then and there, she could have orgasmed all over your flushed face but she held on and took her pale fingers to your breasts. “i think she’s got one more in her harry, fuck her one more time,” she purred, hips bucking on your lips. the strangled moan you exhaled made harry beam while he prepared to enter you again. “you love it, don't you?” your mouth tasting between ginny’s slick folds wouldn’t let you scream his name, but you desperately wanted to when harry pushed all of his inches into you. “being just a pretty cum slut?”

in only a minute, ginny’s release washed over your face and flooded your senses. all you tasted was the last ginny had before she collpased beside you, panting heavily. she watched as harry kept fucking you like you were theirs. “pretty tits bouncing, shame we didn't give ‘em too much attention,” she chirped. your teary eyes widened, you weren’t sure if you could take ginny touching your breasts on top of harry pounding into you. but you desperately wanted to.

it must have showed in your eyes, or admittedly, in ginny’s desire because she wrapped her lips around one of your nipples and pinched the other one before switching to soft flicking. “so tasty,” she alternated, praising both your tits with her skilled fingers and warm mouth. about to coax you into your orgasm, you finished loudly and harry let himself release the second that you did. pulling out, he found his way next to ginny and wrapped his hands around her waist while she focused on your tits, tired yet euphoric. “aren’t they perfect?” ginny hummed contently and released them, and harry stroked your hair and ginny's.

“y’know, perfect’s just one word i’d use for this.”

the lovely filth of having the wild versions of harry potter and ginny weasley all to yourself were some of your best nights, you often thought. though you supposed deep down that they were the ones who had you to themselves, you didn’t care. what mattered much more was that you ─ and certainly ginny and harry ─ were quite glad that you were their good, little slut.

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[bakugohoex]

“happy new year baby”

pairing: kotaro bokuto x female reader

cw: aged up, language, fluff, kissing, alcohol, just hella fun

word count: 2900+

a/n: sorry guys this is coming out late on the first day of 2021 but hope you guys enjoy it because it is in my opinion adorable 

summary: in which you and bokuto go to the msby new years eve party to celebrate, as the clock starts ticking down both you and bokuto seem to be no where near each other and in a rush to find each other, you both go into the new year with one thing unchecked  

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The stars filled the blues and blacks that cascaded across the sky, tiny lamps were situated on top of the long poles that surrounded the open top garden. Even with the December chill, the MSBY team had decided to set up their annual New Year’s party on top of a building which had a rooftop view of the fireworks and ball drop. Fairy lights clinged against the wooden poles, a bar in a corner and music burst through the speakers as everybody began to mingle.

You and Bokuto were both running late, having had to work yourself on New Year’s Eve, the rush of getting ready in time for the 8pm time. Had been a lot longer than you expected and now at 8:15, Bokuto leaning against the door as you put a coat of lip gloss across your lips. He hadn’t expected you to take this long, but watching you become even more perfect was always a sight for sore eyes for the boy. He grabbed the heels, moving to your legs with ease. “Baby, you don’t have too.”

“I want too.” He had kneeled and your hand instinctively moved through his hair, the normal spiky hair had instead been flatter, draping down to his ears. It was an unknown look, but you liked it either way, he fastened the heel to your feet, caressing your leg which wasn’t covered in the thin gold fabric you wore.

The dress had been a Christmas present from your boyfriend, with sequined straps and a cut up to your mid-thigh on your right side. It was perfect and watching you walk around in your get up made his eyes fill with love. He got up, helping you up himself you were finally able to leave and seeing the cascading messages from Kuroo asking where the hell you two were. You knew you would get told off, it wasn’t even like you two were fucking, Bokuto had had to watch you for the past two hours get ready.

Even then the instant you both were outside, you regretted not bringing some sort of jacket but didn’t want to be even more late. You knew by the end of the night you’d end up stealing the black suit jacket Bokuto had worn. The white shirt underneath with the first couple of buttons un done was a sight for sore eyes, and his trousers that clinged onto his thighs and ass looked like heaven to touch.

The drive was quick, probably due to both wanting to see how the rooftop looked like. Arriving up to the door, you both got told how to get up and in a matter of minutes, you felt the much colder wind hit your skin again. You saw past teammates from the MSBY’s time in high school and even new teammates from playing on the national team. In an instant you saw Kuroo walking up to you both with an eyebrow raised.

“You two couldn’t have waited to fuck after New Year’s.” He spoke grabbing the two champaign glasses that a waitress had been holding. Passing them to both you and Bokuto.

“I fucking wish we had been fucking, this one was taking hours.” Bokuto over exaggerated, you hit his shoulder glaring at him.

You drank the Champaign in a single sip, both looking at you with wide eyes, “glad we got a free bar now.” Kuroo mutters before dragging you both around, you were met with Bokuto’s teammates who all hugged and began conversing with you both.

The sound of Akaashi had made Bokuto leave you with the group of volleyball players, you watched him leave taking a sip of the pina colada you had made Atsumu get you. “Y/n, you promised we could take shots.” Atsumu pouted.

“I want shots.” Hinata shouted out before he went on his merry way to the bar, getting what looked like 20 odd shots.

“Sakusa, you going to join us, I’m sure they sanitised it all.” You spoke to the boy, his mask around his face matching the colour of his undershirt.

“I watched them sanitise it.” You nodded, of course the boy did. He probably glared at them whilst they cleaned every single shot glass and glass to his perfection.

Hinata came back with the tray, Atsumu in an instance challenged Osamu who had been talking to Suna to see who could down the most shots. It was a sight watching the two twins argue between who had taken the most, watching with ease how they gulped the liquid down.

Hinata grabbed his own taking it before the twins could finish what he had bought and you and Sakusa did a shot together. You had heard your name being called from the other side and left to be met with Kageyama who had been talking to Iwaizumi.

“Iwa, Kageyama.” You smiled out, grabbing another drink on your way to the boys.

“Y/n.” He smiled out as Kageyama looked at your already tipsy self.

“Did the stupid orange boy make you do shots?” Kageyama muttered, his own drink in his hands.

You laugh as you went to hug Iwaizumi, “More like the twins were stealing all the shots, I had to have some.”

You began conversing with the two boys before getting hungry, you could see appetisers coming round and began to take a few in your palms. You sat on a stool near the edge watching over the bright lights that filled the horizon, it was sight, you had noticed Kenma with his game in his hand.

“Kenma, why am I not surprised?” You spoke with the appetiser in your mouth.

He looked at you seeing the endless amount of prawn volovants in your palms. “You got enough there.” He tried to surpress a laugh at how hungry you must have been.

“Hey, don’t be mean, you’re not getting any now.” In an instance you put the five in your mouth, stuffing your face. Kuroo had noticed you and Kenma, coming closer he noticed your puffed cheeks and Kenma laughing.

He turned to see you properly, the pasty around your lips, “Y/n what the fuck?”

“Where’s Bokuto?” You ignored him missing your boyfriend who you hadn’t seen in the past hour, he was probably drinking with Akaashi somewhere.

Kuroo helps you up, your heels making your feet sore you weren’t drunk at least, just buzzed and wanted to see your baby as soon as you could. “I’ll take you to him.” Kuroo kept you near him, guiding you away from the platters, you had tried five times to re direct the rooster head. But he had directed you every time to the other end where a couple of chairs and tables were.

You noticed more people who you wanted to say hi to, but Kuroo kept you in place thinking all you could see was food. “Baby.” You said as soon as you saw your boyfriend, he was sitting with Akaashi, Ushijima and Hoshiumi.

He smiled seeing you with what looked like more appetisers, “when did you get those?” Kuroo said in disbelief at how you had conjured up more food.

“You’ll never know.” You chuckle before sitting in Bokuto’s lap, he didn’t care playing with your hair as you sat and ate. Before starting a conversation with Ushijima and Hoshiumi who seemed to be talking about some promoter who had been bugging them.

“Why don’t you tell them to fuck off in a nice email?” You suggested to the two boys.

“What does a nice email mean?” Ushijima’s expressionless face would normally have been intimidating but after having known him for a while, he was just stoic because he really was clueless.

“Like say…” Your hand went to your chin to think, “I appreciate your consideration to have me as a promoter but at the time being, I’m occupied in other ventures, some bullshit like that.”

You scoffed another appetiser down your throat, “lemme have one.” You heard in your ear, Ushijima and Hoshiumi clearly had taken your words as they looked like they were thinking up another one, so it didn’t seem weird.

You faced your boyfriend, his eyes glued to how your leg and thigh were on display for him and your straps to your dress had fallen to your shoulder. Your cleavage on show for him, he nuzzled his face in your neck before you fed him the appetiser. “That’s all you get; I want them all.” It was addicting and you had found a new love in food,

“It’s okay I’ll just taste it from you.” You tilted your head in confusion, before feeling his lips on your mouth.

You smiled kissing back, his hands on your thighs rubbing circles, you loved the taste of him, the sweet alcohol he had been drinking lingered and your cherry lip gloss circled his own mouth. “It’s not even the countdown yet.” You heard Akaashi speak who had been helping the two clueless boys.

“Akaashi don’t be mean.” You pout before seeing more food come out Bokuto notices your eyeline.

“Bring some for me.” You nod like a woman on a mission, you got up from the boy, his hand giving a squeeze to your ass through the fabric. He grinned licking his lips as you sauntered off. You needed more food, drinks, and love. You got more food grabbing it in a plate that were stacked in the sides before going to get some more drinks. Looking at the list of alcohols you couldn’t choose, skimming back and forth.

“Y/n, is that you?” You turned around meeting Kiyoko, she smiles as you both go in for a hug.

“When did you guys arrive?” You ask as you both sit down eating the food that was meant for both you and Bokuto, you hadn’t realised how quickly the time had come, the nearing of midnight approaching until Tanaka came up to Kiyoko.

“It’s nearly midnight.” A rush of energy hit through you, you jolted up scouring to find Bokuto who was nowhere to be seen.

You kept at it, unable to see due to the heights of all of them, worry came to your face seeing you only had a minute left. You saw Akaashi running towards him, “where’s Bokuto?”

He looked confused before pointing to the other end of the rooftop, damn this place for being so big. What you hadn’t realised was Bokuto had been looking for you himself, meeting Kiyoko and Tanaka just as you had left. Both of you searching for each other, he had been preparing all night, talking to Kuroo and Akaashi but in this moment. He was uncertain his plan was going to work.

That’s until he saw you, your plump lips having pastry around the edges, the sleeve that had seemed to have fallen even more, an empty glass in your fingers. You were looking around until you spotted him as well, a happy face as the countdown began.

“Ten.”

You both began to walk towards each other, it was like a movie where nobody else existed and it was just you too. His grin had gotten wider, his hand in his pocket and your dropping the glass onto someone. You didn’t even know who, you didn’t care your eyes focused on your new year’s kiss.

“Nine.”

People were chanting all around you, the walk would take less than ten seconds but the two of you dragged it out, wanting to pounce on each other just in time for the half way mark. He continued to walk towards you, you just as pretty as the day he had met you. You were always the first one to his games and the last one to leave with him and he cherished every moment you had spent for him and his career.

“Eight.”

His lips twitched upwards, a grin as he cocked his head back. You could see his neck on full show, before he regained his composure, he had seen your eyeline shower him before taking a mere glance at the plate of food that had gone past him. You would always be his same hungry girl who would rather have spent tonight at home eating together than at a party like this.

“Seven.”

You continued to step forward, the seconds longing out, time becoming even longer. You remembered a conversation that you had had with the boy the first time you met. He hadn’t been his normal self, instead a mess whilst talking to you and you had had to stop his nerves by holding his hands. It made you both calm and a conversation arising about what you’d both do if you had an unlimited amount of time. He had remarked about how he would spend it playing volleyball, which you weren’t surprised about.

“Six.”

He had asked you the question one year after dating, the only reason being that he had changed his answer. His words stayed with you ever since, he would spend his unlimited amount of time with you. You the woman who he saw a future with, the woman who he would marry, who he would have a family with, the woman who he would grow old with.

“Five.”

You both approached each other, his hand raised which you entangled your hand into. Both standing in the middle of the rooftop, everybody eyes on the countdown. Your bodies were ever so close as he rubbed circles on the back of your hand.

“Four.” He whispers, tilting his head.

You tilted your head the opposite direction saying the word, “Three.”

“Two.” Your lips grazed across each other, the smell of food and alcohol coming from both of you. But most of all the cherry lip gloss that you had kept applying every time you ate.

“One.” You both spoke in unison.

His lips crashed into your, teeth to teeth, lips to lips. Your hands moved to his hair, pulling and tugging to bring him closer, you both kissed each other with so much force. Going into the new year with each other and practically in each other. You heard the Happy New Years around you, the streamers and lights flashing as fireworks spilt into the sky. Before you both let go of each other, out of breath at how passionate the kiss had been.

“Happy New Year baby.” His words were soft against your mouth.

“Happy New Year Ko.” You smiled going in for another much shorter peck. His lips were soft, and he tugged at your waist making you move closer to him, he seemed to be shaking but you hadn’t notices. Akaashi had noticed coming up to the two of you, your eyes grazing across the sky to see the colours of red and yellow across the sky. “Y/n.”

Akaashi nodded at Bokuto who easily let you go, you turned to see Akaashi. Missing Bokuto’s arm but you didn’t say anything, he probably went to say Happy New Year to the drunk Kuroo and Atsumu who had put their jackets on like capes.

“Happy New Year Akaashi.” You smiled at the boy going in for a hug, before you heard a squeal from behind you.

“Turn around.” Akaashi instructed letting you go.

You obeyed turning around, even the music had stopped which was a shock. Both Kuroo and Atsumu gleefully cheering him on. Him, the man who was on his knee with an engagement ring. Him, the man who had been planning this for months. Him, the man who hadn’t known when the perfect time to do this was. Tears welled up as he began to speak aloud for everybody to hear.

“I…I love you Y/n, I always will, and I want to spend the rest of our lives together, until we’re 130.” You give a chuckle at the inside joke between you, him and Akaashi. “It took me a while for me to realise I wanted to do Volleyball for the rest of my life, I never expected to have known by our second date that I’d marry you. Ever since then I knew you were the one, the one who id see walking down the aisle, the one who would create a family with me and the one who would stay by my side until the end. Will you Y/n Y/l/n, do me the greatest of honours in becoming my wife?”

You sucked in a breath before nodding, a teary “yes.” Erupted from your mouth and in an instances his arms had grabbed you into a hug. Your legs up in the air as he carried you by your waist. You cried into his shoulder, the cheers and congratulations coming from everybody.

He let go keeping you close to him, putting the diamond onto your left ring finger. He smiled looking at you, “you said yes right? You didn’t just say it to save me the embarrassment.”

The mascara had dripped down your face, smiling at the boy, “I said yes, Ko.” Tears fell from his own eyes, before looking at you. The beauty you had made him want to look at you for hours on end. But more specifically how nobody could ever compare to you, you were perfect. You were his perfect girl.

A grin fell on his face before he kissed you again, not as his girlfriend, not as his new years kiss but as his future wife. As the woman who he now knew for certain would be with him till the very end.

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Sylvain's wholly unprepared for Felix to ask him to slather sunscreen upon his pasty (well-defined) back.

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Despite his long-harbored crush, Sylvain never thought much of a half-naked Felix until one fateful beach trip.

They’re past their high-school years and well into college. Young enough to not be tied down by relationships. That’d be boring to Sylvain, who has a new flavor every week and happily so.

Mostly because it’s easier to be casual than commit to something that’d mean more.

Felix is just an old friend, he tells himself. A second glance, really. Okay, well, maybe not second-- that’s a cruel thing to say. Sylvain would give his left arm for the guy, literally, but he’s never really considered the why behind the thought until then.

And sure, he’s always liked him, even if Sylvain’s never thought much about it. Felix is kinda cute in a deranged cat sort of way.

But now, it makes a lot of sense. Stares him right in the face, a visage of gleaming pasty white skin and deceptively toned muscles. Sylvain’s just fucking blind and stupid, and now it can’t be unseen.

Felix is no longer a scrawny and gangly thing; now he sports lithe and supple muscle. Defined shoulders and a slim waist that tapers into what’s probably the finest ass Sylvain’s ever seen. Pert and shapely, perfect in every way.

Sylvain stares long enough for his ice cream cone to melt all over his hand.

“I’d tell you to take a picture,” says Ingrid, her laugh pealing through the air from behind her hand. “But that’d only piss him off.”

“Ingrid,” says Sylvain panicked. He shakes the melted, sticky mess from his hand as he continues to gawk. At least they’re in the shade under his umbrella, so it’s only a minor mess. “When on earth did that happen?”

Ingrid raises an eyebrow. “When did what happen?”

Sylvain groans. Of course, she’d make him say it. Ingrid’s the worst (or the best) when it comes to forcing others to make fools of themselves. She’s already adopted a devilish smirk, waiting for Sylvain to dig himself a hole deep in the beach sand.

A grave might be more fitting, considering what Felix would do to him if he ever caught Sylvain staring.

“I mean, what’d you expect?” asks Ingrid, sparing Sylvain from further embarrassment. For the moment. Sylvain knows better than to think that she’s done with him. Ingrid’s only biding her time. “When people play sports, they get ripped.” She points to Sylvain. “Look at you. Look at me.”

“I play baseball,” says Sylvain in a low hiss. “I can throw a pitch as fast as a car on the highway and sprint the length of an entire field. Fencing is barely a sport when compared.”

Ingrid just looks at him, her face flat and unimpressed as she sips at her drink and twirls the tiny decorative beach umbrella within it. “I dare you to tell him that.”

Sylvain flounders the tiniest bit. Absolutely not. He likes living far too much. Ever since Felix picked up a foil and learned how to bout, he’d been considerably more dangerous than the crybaby know-it-all they’d all grown up with.

“But, like… how?” says Sylvain as he wonders, persistent in his confusion as to when Felix suddenly became handsome. Like, model handsome. Like, Sylvain would take him around and then pound him into the sheets handsome.

Sylvain never thinks about sleeping with men. Except for Felix, but that’s something that he usually pushes to the back corner of his mind because it’s really fucking awkward to think that way about your bestie.

And Ingrid knows, she’s known for a stupidly long time because of one shitty night where he’d drunkenly blubbered his feelings out to her. In rare form, she didn’t laugh at him that night, she’d only combed her fingers through his hair and called him the world’s biggest idiot.

He’s good at that. Being dumb. Probably his best quality.

Sylvain can’t stop looking, his eyes grazing over Felix’s perfect form. My wet dreams are never going to be the same again, he thinks, his mouth going dry.

“Disgusting,” says Ingrid, making a face. She knows what Sylvain’s thinking, what he can’t help but agonize about. But then she waves her hand dismissively. “Also, he does squats from sun-up to sun-down. No wonder his ass looks so good.”

“Wait, are you looking?” asks Sylvain a little too quickly. Accusatory. He watches her through a shrewd gaze.

“Oh, Goddess, no. I’d rather choke.” She makes another face, this one cross-eyed as she cuts across her neck with a finger dramatically. “I’ve just been watching your sorry ass moon over him--”

“I’m not mooning--”

“Who’s mooning over what?”

Both Ingrid and Sylvain freeze at Felix’s voice. Then, Sylvain laughs, high-pitched and incredibly awkward.

“Nothing--”

“Sylvain and how he’s--”

Sylvain kicks her and Ingrid curses. Felix watches on, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. Sylvain’s rarely rude to Ingrid (okay, so that’s a lie; he’s rude to her constantly, but she’s Ingrid, and she deserves it every time), but he shoots her the meanest look that he can muster.

Which, admittedly, isn’t very threatening.

“Is there a reason you look like a fucking five-year-old trying to threaten a classmate who stole your juice box?”

Sylvain nearly congratulates Felix on his brilliant use of imagery. Instead, he starts with, “Felix--”

“Oh, don’t mind him,” cuts in Ingrid. “He’s just annoyed that I called him out on his bullshit.”

With that, Felix perks up because if there’s something that he loves more than anything else, it’s watching Sylvain getting dunked on. Which is more often than Sylvain likes to admit.

“So,” says Felix, “The usual.”

“Felix, why are you even here?” Sylvain doesn’t mean for it to be so biting, but it comes out sounding quite like Felix himself, an absolute feat.

“We’re at the beach, and together at that if I must remind you,” says Felix, cocking his head to the side. “The sun’s high and blazing, and I’m pasty as hell. Help me with this.”

A demand, not a request. So incredibly like Felix. Sylvain barely catches the bottle that is thrown at him. “Sunscreen,” he reads aloud rather dumbly.

“Yes, you dimwit,” says Felix. “Not everyone tans like you. Some of us come out looking like lobsters, and I don’t mean in a tasty kind of way.”

Sylvain disagrees. Felix looks the tastiest he’s ever seen, and Sylvain’s known him for nearly two decades.

“So what, like rub this all over you?”

Felix rolls his eyes, replying slowly like he’s speaking to a child. “Yes. My arms are short and you’re conveniently there. Even if I’m flexible--” Sylvain super doesn’t need to think about that, “--there are parts of my back that I can’t reach.”

Sylvain would rather burn in Ailell than do this because this is now his absolute worst fucking nightmare. A unique hell, tailored just for him. A test of the Goddess.

Or a memory he’ll wank to for months to come.

Definitely the latter, knowing Sylvain.

Ingrid, bless her shrew-like and ill-tempered soul, shoots Sylvain an amused glance. Soaks the entire thing up, her mouth tipped to the side as she delights in Sylvain’s discomfort. This kind of thing fuels her; juicy gossip feeds her for days and then some.

Especially when it comes to Sylvain.

“Ingrid, fuck off,” says Sylvain. Felix, who didn’t see her look, reaches out to swat Sylvain in return. “Ow!”

“You fuck off,” says Felix. “Stop being rude.”

“She’s the one--”

“Alright, I’m leaving,” says Ingrid abruptly, “Before this lover’s spat gets any worse--”

“This isn’t a spat--” starts Sylvain.

“Lover’s?” exclaimed Felix, pink in the face.

That catches Sylvain’s attention as he turns to him. What an odd reaction-- the embarrassment as he refuses to look either of them in the face. Sylvain’s mouth falls open in surprise and Ingrid’s clamps right up. Then, she smiles, the sly little grin that she gets when she’s up to no good. Never bodes well. Sylvain’s about to say something when she speaks.

“I’ll come and check on your boys later, yeah?” Oh, Ingrid’s up to no good, about to throw Sylvain to the sharks. Wholly intent of leaving him behind with Felix and his newfound discovery that his crush is probably more than a crush.

“Ingrid--” starts Sylvain, but before he can properly beg her, Ingrid’s gone, leaving behind nothing but a trail of footprints in the sand.

Felix plops onto the towel in front of Sylvain, his back facing him. Sylvain looks at the expanse of it, far broader than he remembers. He swallows thickly as his hand hovers awkwardly over Felix’s skin.

“Insufferable, that woman. What my brother sees in her I’ll never know.”

“Even people with terrible personalities have matches,” says Sylvain in humor. A decent attempt at distraction that usually works with others.

Felix grunts. “Yes, well, you’d know that best of all, wouldn’t you?”

Ouch, thinks Sylvain. Nasty little stinger right out of left-field but incredibly on-brand for Felix. His favorite thing to do is remind Sylvain about his habitually shitty dating habits.

“That’s a little cruel, don’t you think?” Sylvain uncaps the bottle of sunscreen and squirts a generous amount onto his palms.

“What, can’t handle the criticism?” Felix snorts. “Sylvain, you’ve slept with the entire volleyball team, minus Ingrid.”

“Have you seen them, though? Legs up to here, literally. Except for Ingrid of course, because that’d be so gross--”

“Ridiculous,” says Felix, snorting again. “Utterly predictable. And you wonder why you’re always dead last.”

Sylvain frowns at the strange wording. “I’m top of our class.”

Felix doesn’t immediately answer. “That isn’t what I mean,” he finally says, tilting his head back slightly to look at Sylvain. Then his expression hardens, turning aggressive again. “Are you going to lather me up or should I go ask Ingrid instead?”

“No,” says Sylvain, “Just… yeah, okay. I’ve got this.”

“Sylvain, it’s just sunscreen.” There’s a tiny frown on Felix’s face.

Sylvain’s a confident man, able to woo anyone into his bed. Rubbing sunscreen into Felix’s skin should be easy. It isn’t. Sylvain hesitates and hesitates, fingers hovering over the smooth line of Felix’s bare shoulders.

Nothing explains Sylvain’s sudden dry mouth or the inkling that this is a terrible idea.

“Sylvain,” says Felix, clearly waiting.

Felix’s skin is warm to the touch and soft under Sylvain’s calloused fingers. He starts at his shoulders, massaging the liquid in, squeezing at Felix’s tight muscles.

“Tense?” asks Sylvain, teasing him.

“Tired,” says Felix, sounding-- well, just that. Exhausted, even.

Sylvain’s hands pause as he leans forward slightly. “You train too much.”

“You don’t train enough. You could be on the national team if you gave a shit.”

Sylvain laughs and leans even closer, his mouth near Felix’s ear. “Yeah, well, that’s the difference between us. I don’t want to be on the national team.”

Felix harrumphs and crosses his arms over his chest. “That just makes you dumb, then.”

“I don’t doubt that.” Sylvain smooths his hands across the top of Felix’s shoulders, then sweeps them down and under his blades, thumbs digging into the meat of Felix’s back.

Felix lets out a low moan, a sinful-sounding thing that makes Sylvain bite at his lips and look to the sky. He’s never really prayed before, doesn’t believe in the Goddess, but he asks Seiros for strength.

“Shit, Sylvain,” says Felix with a sigh. “That’s--”

“Seriously, Felix, you’re all locked up.”

Felix whines when Sylvain raises his hand to press into the muscles at the base of his neck, his fingernails just barely scratching across Felix’s skin. “Sorry,” murmurs Felix, pink in the cheeks again, hands shifting awkwardly in his lap.

“You need to cool down properly after your sessions,” says Sylvain. “You’re working yourself too hard. Nothing but knots and bone back here.”

“Sunscreen,” says Felix suddenly.

“What?”

“The sunscreen. Your hands are dry.”

Right. The sunscreen. Sylvain isn’t supposed to be giving Felix a massage, he’s supposed to be oiling him up and readying him for the sun. He slicks his hands up again, murmurs an apology, and finds the lower part of Felix’s back this time.

“Sorry. Can’t have you burning to a crisp out there.”

Felix sighs at the touch, leaning into it slightly and Sylvain nearly dies on the spot. So, maybe he’s just now noticed how handsome Felix is, but it’s not exactly the first time Sylvain’s thought about him like this. Usually, when he does, he tucks it away deep-- not because it’s embarrassing, or Sylvain has reservations about men, but because Felix would slaughter him if he knew.

Sylvain lets out a long breath as he rubs the sunscreen into Felix’s skin, making sure not to miss any spots.

“What’s Ingrid doing?” asks Felix, nodding to where she stands fifty paces away in the sun.

Sylvain looks up, squinting at her. Ingrid flashes him a grin before pressing her thumb and forefinger together on one hand, and then taking her pointer finger with the other and--

“Is she--”

Ingrid makes the crudest gesture known to man, and then, wiggling her eyebrows, points directly to Felix, then Sylvain right after.

Sylvain’s going to kill her. Absolutely murder her in her sleep. He’s got a spare key to her place and he knows where she keeps the sharp knives. Glenn might forgive Sylvain for it if they properly explain. Even though Glenn’s nearly thirty, he still thinks it’s his job to protect Felix.

Especially from Ingrid’s never-ending teasing.

“She’s dead,” says Sylvain. “Next time I’m within a few feet of her.”

“Not if I kill her first,” says Felix.

Sylvain leans over Felix, shooting Ingrid the finger with both hands. She, naturally, shoots him one right back. “So fucking rude,” says Sylvain, leaning back again and slathering his hands with sunscreen once more. “And the things that she implies. Don’t listen to her.”

Strangely, Felix is quiet. Twiddles his thumbs in his lap. Sylvain watches him for a moment before resuming his requested task, catching the spots of his back that he’s missed.

“Would it be so bad?” asks Felix.

Sylvain’s hands pause. “What?”

“The idea of being with me. Is it such a terrible idea?”

Sylvain laughs because that’s what he does when faced with awkward questions. “Felix, we’re too old for gay jokes and Ingrid knows that. She’s just picking on us because it’s how she asserts dominance.”

Felix doesn’t even scoff which is a red flag, so Sylvain grasps him by the shoulders and looks at him from the side. “Hey, wait, are you worried about dating? I thought it wasn’t something you’re interested in?”

They’ve known each other since they were practically in diapers, so of course, they’ve talked about this: girls and dating. Well, more so Sylvain who always talked at Felix. Felix is relatively tight-lipped about it, even now, into their college years. Always says that he’s just not interested.

Never bothered Sylvain one bit.

“I mean, I know some cute girls--”

“Sylvain, I don’t want to date women.”

Oh. Oh. Sylvain’s mouth shuts tight as he absorbs this information. This puts a lot of things into perspective; Felix’s disinterest in women and how he’d roll his eyes whenever Sylvain would talk about them. His lack of celebrity crushes and such. Felix has just never said it so bluntly.

“Felix, it’s totally cool if you’re gay. I know some cute guys--”

Felix lets out a frustrated groan, rubbing at his face. “Sylvain, I’m not-- that’s not-- That’s not it.”

“Felix, you have to throw me a bone here, what on earth are you talking about--”

“I like you, you absolute imbecile,” says Felix very suddenly. And loudly. Entirely red-faced with embarrassment as he digs a hand into the sand beside him. “And Ingrid’s known for years because Glenn fucking told her, and that’s why she’s been so incredibly insufferable this entire time--”

Sylvain bursts into laughter, which in retrospect, probably wasn’t the best reaction. “Wait, no, no, that’s not why I’m laughing,” he says when Felix starts to pull away. Felix pauses, looking at him with barely contained aggravation.

“This isn’t funny, Sylvain,” he says quietly.

“Ingrid’s making fun of both of us, so yeah, it kind of is.”

Felix blinks very slowly, his face contorting into supreme confusion.

Sylvain sighs, rubbing at his chin awkwardly. “So look, here’s the thing. The shitty dating’s always been to fill a void because I’ve always been afraid to like, date someone properly. No commitment is so much easier than actual commitment and--”

“Sylvain, what on earth are you blabbering about?” cuts in Felix impatiently.

“I like you too?” Sylvain doesn’t mean for it to come out sounding like a question, so he clears his throat and tries again. “What I mean to say is, I’ve always liked you, I guess, but I’ve never really noticed you and--”

When Felix laughs, it’s always a bitter-sounding thing which is why Sylvain never wants to hear it. Means he’s about to lose his shit. This time though, he’s chuckling softly, rubbing at his face tiredly. “Let me guess,” he says quietly, “Ingrid knows.”

Sylvain swallows thickly, sitting there awkwardly with sunscreen-covered hands. “She, uh, might.”

“So, I didn’t have to resort to this, then.”

Sylvain shoots him a confused look. “Resort to what?”

Felix sighs, pink-cheeked with embarrassment again. “Parading around without a shirt on. The whole sunscreen thing. Ingrid’s blasted idea, of course, and now I see why. Glenn agreed, saying you’re the type to be visually stimulated but because I didn’t think that you liked me--”

“Wait, wait, back up,” says Sylvain, trying to process everything that Felix is trying to say. “What do you mean Ingrid’s idea?”

Felix finally looks at Sylvain’s face, annoyed with the entire situation. “She was tired of me not saying anything and told me to do something about it. I said it wouldn’t matter, that you didn’t like me but--” He pauses and waves vaguely between them.

“She’s known that I’ve liked you for years,” finishes Sylvain quietly. “Oh, Goddess, I’m going to kill her.”

“Please don’t,” says Felix. “Because then Glenn would kill you and that would mean I’ve made an utter fool of myself for nothing.”

Sylvain looks at the sunscreen again. “Felix, I hope you realize, rubbing you down in this nearly ended me. Like, I won’t be able to move from this towel for at least ten minutes.”

At that, Felix smirks slightly, his mouth tipped up at one corner. “Well, I’m sure there are spots that you’ve missed.”

Sylvain groans at the idea.

“I’m joking,” says Felix quietly, reaching out to touch Sylvain’s shoulder, thumbing over it with uncertainty. “So what--”

“I mean, the answer’s yes, obviously.” Felix looks at him, his face carefully schooled into something bland. Obviously trying not to get his hopes up, so Sylvain continues. “I mean, I didn’t collapse onto Ingrid’s bathroom floor one night, wasted to only say no--”

“You what?”

“Okay, so forget about that--”

“So you were truly serious about liking me?” asks Felix, his voice cracking slightly.

Sylvain’s expression softens. “I mean, it’s never been so clear until today but--”

“Why today, of all days?”

Sylvain’s done a fantastic job of looking at only Felix’s face so far so he finally looks down, eyes sweeping over his chest. Sylvain swallows thickly. “I mean, look at you, you’re--”

“Save it for the women who warm your bed,” says Felix acerbically. He moves to get up properly and Sylvain reaches out to grab his wrist.

“Felix, wait, don’t do that.” Felix does. Waits for him to say his piece. “I’ve always liked you, but it never really clicked that you’re-- uh-- look, there’s no delicate way to say it, so I just will. You’re gorgeous. Handsome. I can’t stop looking at you because you make me feel things, and that’s something that’s just... Ingrid told me to take a fucking picture, Felix.”

Felix snorts at that, hiding a smile behind his hand. Then he plops back down to the sand.

“You realize that I expect to be more than a bed warmer,” says Felix finally, arms crossed over his chest.

“I’d never ask that of you,” says Sylvain, seriously. “Unless you wanted to, because trust me, I’m certainly not opposed--”

Felix reaches forward with lightning-fast speed, pulls open Sylvain’s swim trunks, and dumps a handful of sand directly into them. Sylvain looks down dumbly. Dreads the inevitable itchiness that comes with getting sand in the bits where you don’t want it.

“Okay, yeah, I deserved that.”

Felix hesitates and then says, “Insufferable.”

“Yeah,” says Sylvain in agreement.

“It’s part of your charm.”

Sylvain grins at him. “Oh, my charm? Does that mean that I won you over with my bewitching demeanor?”

Felix’s expression sours the slightest bit. “Don’t push it.”

It falls quiet between them, as they sit on the towel underneath Sylvain’s umbrella, but it’s a comfortable silence. Sylvain rubs the leftover sunscreen into his own shoulders as Felix tries not to stare in return.

“So,” says Sylvain finally. “Dinner on the pier maybe? Without Ingrid and Glenn, I mean.”

“Yes, nothing says fantastic first date like shoveling buttered crawfish into your mouth like a slob.” But Felix’s face is soft and fond when he looks at Sylvain, and Sylvain knows that it’s a date sealed for later that night.

Things are going to be weird, supposes Sylvain, but there are worse things. At least they’ll be figuring it out together.

“Who gets first dibs on dunking ice-cold seawater all over Ingrid?” asks Sylvain.

“I think that I can get Glenn to distract her long enough for you to fill the pail. Or, we can tag team her-- grab her and throw her in the ocean itself.”

That’s a better idea and Sylvain says as such, much to Felix’s entertainment. “Maybe we shouldn’t,” continues Sylvain. “We do owe her some credit.”

Felix snorts. “Are you going to give her the satisfaction of it?”

They both look at each other, then Sylvain says, “Absolutely not.” He pauses, reaching out to Felix, wanting to grab his hand and hold it. But he hesitates.

Felix sees and watches silently. “We’re dumb,” he finally says. “It’s taken us so long. We’re nearly done with college.”

“Yeah, well, late-bloomers and all that.”

“Sylvain, you’re the opposite of a late-bloomer.”

“Not where it counts.”

Felix sighs softly and reaches out, taking Sylvain’s hand, linking their fingers together. He doesn’t say anything else, but he doesn’t have to. He and Sylvain have always been like that; silent in most of their communication because they just read each other so well.

Except for when it comes to their wants, apparently.

Still, better late than never supposes Sylvain when he squeezes Felix’s hand back.

[diazpoems]

Me watching Riverdale S2:

THE WAY KEVIN IS RAISING HIS HAND TO THE MOTHERFUCKING SKY WHEN HIRAM ASKS FOR A VOLUNTEER FOR A WRESTLING DEMONSTRATION. THIS THIRSTY MOTHERFUCKER. HIS FACE IS PRICELESS.

I wish I could just jump into Riverdale and shake the characters and be like

Cheryl: Your parents fucking suck

Josie: Your parents fucking suck

Veronica: Your parents fucking suck

Betty: Your parents fucking suck

Archie: Your dads okay so far, I don’t know about your mom

Jughead: Your dad used to fucking suck but as a person, at his core, I don’t think he’s evil, and he’s getting better, but he’s got a ways to learn. I don’t know about your mom

Kevin: Your dad’s decent so far? Don’t know about your mom

Like especially Josie because I know it’s hard and that a lot of the trauma her mom felt probably manifested itself badly and Josie probably feels attached to her mom and like she owes her being a good daughter because her mom’s had it bad but like I also DON’T CARE. FUCKING TREAT YOUR CHILD RIGHT. I DON’T GIVE A SHIT WHAT HAPPENED. THATS YOUR CHILD. WOMAN UP AND BE A FUCKING DECENT PERSON. I DON’T CARE THAT YOU PUT A ROOF OVER HER HEAD, FOOD IN HER MOUTH, GAVE HER A SINGING CAREER (But continue to control it and not give her leeway to think and act on her own). SHE DON’T OWE YOU SHIT. FUCK OFF WITH YOUR WEIRD LIFE-FUCKING-SUCKED-FOR-ME-BUT-IM-ALSO-A-CLASSIST-BITCH PARADOX. MY DAD’S GOT IT MADE RIGHT NOW BUT HE HASN’T FORGOTTEN HIS ROOTS, HASN’T FORGOTTEN THE DISCRIMINATION HE FACED AND THE FACT THAT HE GREW UP SHIT POOR EARLY ON AND HE HASN’T DECIDED “Hey, let’s ridicule people for being in a similar position that I was in!”

Basically, this is me begging for for Josie’s mom to ✨fucking do better✨

Anyways yeah normalize Riverdale characters disowning their own parents ✌🏽🥰

Hmmm. If I wasn’t completely and utterly for the Serpents before, the white serpents learning to shut the fuck up and stand with Toni and her grandfather in opposition of the genocide and colonialism that was perpetrated by Cheryl’s great great grandfather? Hell fucking yeah

Dude I’m sorta crying at the scene with Hiram seeing Veronica in her confirmation dress because he’s a piece of shit but this is how it goes down, like it’s a whole thing

I love that I immediately knew the meaning of “Catholic chic”. Apparently that’s all going to church every Sunday for the formative years of my life accomplished

I hope Penelope Blossom dies in a fire :)

OH MY GOD, LOVE SIMON CAME OUT RIGHT AROUND HERE, KEVIN IS ASKING MOOSE TO IT, MY COMFORT MOVIE OH MY GOD-

Ugh, I don’t trust Midge. Something about the tropey-ness of her being The Girlfriend™️ and her face, as well as the fact that she played Gen in tatbilb, something doesn’t sit right. The haircut feels too manic pixie, like she’s hiding something. Bad vibes

NOOO CHERYL ILL GO ON A VACATION WITH YOU 😭 GOD IM SO GONE FOR HER

Aaaaand she did some fuck shit. Aaaand Toni is pretty. Aaaand there’s the internalized homophobia.

Jughead saying that growing up Betty’s and Archie’s windows being parallel always bothered him sounds more like a jarchie admission than a bughead one, I’m just sayin’

BETTY AND JUGHEAD’S REACTIONS WHEN THEY HEAR THE BED SQUEAKING IS ME. Like the little amused but lowkey confused and baffled expression on his face as he’s like “is that their solution to everything? Can’t they ever just talk?” Like no apparently not. Me too Jug, me too-

Idk Vee, maybe he’s asking questions about your father’s line of work and the business of his associates because your dad and mom are fucking evil

What the fuck Veronica. I mean yay because that just gets us closer to Jarchie kiss but like what the fuck Vee. Also Jughead is super cute, like why does the blue eyes black hair thing absolutely melt my weak heart, like I didn’t choose to fall for this pasty ass white boy but here we are. Also Veronica’s eyes are really big and dark and pretty like girl help im falling for these two-

BETTY LITERALLY POINTED IT OUT, C’MON NOW CW, I KNOW WE’VE MADE THE MISTAKE OF GROVELING WITH SPN BUT PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU WE NEED A JARCHIE KISS-

CAN HETEROSEXUALS PLEASE STOP FUCKING ALL THE TIME ON TV. WHY DO YOU HAVE TO SHOVE YOUR STRAIGHTNESS IN MY FACE. NOT EVERYONE IS STRAIGHT YOU KNOW.

“Entertain Jughead” 😏

DUDE. They were sitting ALONE. TOGETHER. In the WOODS. With them being the ONLY ones who haven’t kissed. DUDE.

C’MON MAN, THEY’RE STARING FUCKING LONGINGLY AT EACH OTHER

If there are weird gay ships for straights then Jeronica is the weird straight ship for gays

Ok so is there a legitimate reason why Veronica is faithful to her parents and defends them to a tee and partakes in their mob shit or is she just daddy’s little fucking girl. Like it isn’t her fault that she’s been manipulated but it pisses me the fuck off. And people who want her to stay with her parents because supposedly they’re the only ones who love her even though it’s toxic and warped? Like do you have a brain?

Archie and Veronica really love supporting gentrification, classism, and Vee’s rich daddy and mommy’s innocence huh

Look i actually agree with Reggie for once, get Hiram’s ass, deal with it Veronica

Wow, nice, shaming Jug for eating. That’s cool, Arch. That’s awesome. And no Betty, she doesn’t have everybody’s vote. Because Veronica’s parents are motherfuckers and when it comes to choosing between a murderer/abuser/rich/classist/gentrifying fuck and supporting your bestie uwu guess which one im fucking picking. Also, THANK YOU JUG for explaining to your friend that even though he lives in a fantasy land where northside Riverdale is the only one worth referring to when talking about Riverdale at all and thus the only one that matters and is worth protecting, the southside exists and people live and have grown up in the southside and building a prison there where it will be even more easy to profile and incarcerate southside residents under false or exaggerated pretenses ISN’T A GOOD THING. That his own friend isn’t quite apart of his and Veronica’s and Betty’s socioeconomic caste and that he’s not going to pretend like he is, he isn’t going to be quiet about it just because you’re friends again. That he’s not going to lay down and let Archie explain what a good move for Riverdale is when he clearly means northside riverdale, let him explain how the southside needs to be dealt with to someone who grew up on the southside and knows it more (not the most, I’m not saying Jug isn’t out of his depth with certain aspects of being a full southsider) intricately than him. LIKE FUCK. ARCHIE. WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE TALKING TO. Like he just doesn’t get why building prisons and stereotyping and condemning all southsiders and gentrifying entire neighborhoods is really fucking bad and a big deal and it annoys me so much. Like yeah Arch, obviously you don’t see the big deal because it doesn’t affect you and you delude yourself that it doesn’t affect your friend either, but it actually is that bad.

In conclusion, Archie and Veronica and sometimes Betty are giving me headaches rn. Like I’m not saying Jughead is perfect at all but in this particular instance he’s the only one I agree with for the most part right now.

Yeah Arch, you see things differently because you’re not the one who’s on the receiving end of the problem

YES MOMMA ANDREWS. SNAP! GO FERAL! SHOW THAT SOB SOME CONSEQUENCES!

Ah, so this is the jarchie “break-up” scene. You know what. I feel no heartbreak. Get his ass Jug.

Get. His. Ass.

They sent Cheryl to a conversion institution. I’m literally crying. This isn’t an exaggeration. I feel like I want to cry. Just. God fucking damn it.

SHE DOESN’T WANT TO GET BETTER. SHE’S NOT SICK. YOU ARE. DIE. FUCKING DIE. BURN IN HELL. AND PENELOPE BLOSSOM TOO.

“That’s not how things go in Riverdale” is a veiled way of saying “don’t challenge the upper class and don’t try to stifle gentrification,” I hope you all know

[mavspeed]

remember when everyone preached timothy chandelier because he donated the money that he made with the woody allen movie? i just realized that he literally did it the same week that the oscar noms were going to be announced. boy just wanted to get an oscar LMAO (sorry i'm just angry at his stans bc they make excuses for him ALL THE TIME and i just wanted a safe place to let out my frustrations. i'm so fucking tired of that boy)

absolutely do not apologise speak on it ‼️‼️ remember when he said his contract didn’t let him speak up against woody Allen and some journalist actually did some research and found out there was nothing in his contract that stated that LMFJDJDNNS you sure done fucked up timmy! btw I’m not cancelling him or anything a) I just think if I have to see pictures of his pasty washboard ass fucking eiza blackface gonzalez I deserve to clown him for it b) his stans really paint him as this perfect white boy of the month when he’s really not like btch give it up just admit he’s a shitty white man you think is hot like everyone else does.....

[artificialqueens]

Notebooks and post-it’s - chapter 6 - (Branjie) - thankyoumissvanjie

A/N: all aboard that smutty angst train. 🚂🚂

“Were you always such a bratty little bitch?”

“Were you always this stupid a hoe?”

“Really?”

LINK TO AO3

When they had been on the show, the only place they could be together was in the van and in front of the cameras. That meant that they couldn’t do anything in private, they could not in any way talk it through behind closed doors. Not until after they left the show.

So it was kind of liberating, to be able to talk behind closed doors. To be each other’s secret. At least that was what Brooke told herself. That was what she reminded herself again and again, as Vanjie ignored her at the venue.

As she let everyone believe that the hickeys on her neck were made by some unknown guy from Seattle.

As she flirted with every good-looking guy at the meet and greet.

That at least they had the hotel room in the evening. That was theirs. Even if Vanjie didn’t want to address what they were doing. Even though it was only sex.

Even though Brooke was falling apart.

They had their fucking post-it booty calls for themselves with absolutely no audience.

Walking into her dressing room after the show made her immediately search for the yellow post-it that she had come to expect after the last three days.

Silk wants to party tonight, need to make an appearance. Room 349 at 2 AM? - V

The problem with being in hiding was that Brooke felt like a dirty little secret. As if she wasn’t even worth being acknowledged in public.

As if Vanjie knew that Brooke wasn’t good for her.

Taking off her wig, she found her notebook, the pages rapidly getting filled with everything from sappy love letters to angry messages and too real emotional spiels.

I wish I could stop. You deserve better. You deserve someone who can give you everything. Worship your beauty and insanity in the same way that you would give it in return. It has always been clear to me that you didn’t feel that I could do that. I don’t think you’re wrong.

But that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt. I hate leaving you every night. I hate how dismissive you are whenever I want to talk about this. I HATE THAT I CANNO-

Tears started to fall down on the notebook, Brooke stopping as her breath hitched. She looked in the mirror and saw the streaks of tears creating cracks in the perfect mask of Brooke Lynn Hytes. Staring back to the page she once again picked up the pen. Only to drop it as a sob wracked through her body, making her crumble in on herself.

This time the door was locked. This time no one saw her break down.

////////

“Bitch, the guy to you left, mesh top, booty shorts and a dirty smile is looking at you like he wants to eat you up. Go get him!” Silky nudged Vanjie in her unsubtle style, probably letting the whole club know, that she was trying to set up her friend.

“Silk… I ain’t lookin’,” Vanjie groaned, not even looking back at the man at the bar, knowing that he was probably her type, but not caring about that right now. She would get her dick somewhere else tonight.

“Why? You gon go back to your tall piece of Canadian ice cream?”

“SILK! SHUT UP - don’t be broadcasting it to the whole goddamn bar!” Vanjie looked frantically at the people around them, trying to figure out if they had heard what her annoying but still good Judy had said.

“So you are?” The unimpressed look that silky was giving her made Vanjie feel like the jig was up.

“Bitch, I might?” Vanjie tried to shrug it off, not wanting to get into this with Silk at the bar. Especially because A'keria and Nina were having fun somewhere around here, and Vanjie just couldn't deal with the fact that they might overhear some of this.

“What the hell? What are you doing? America wants to know, miss Vanjie.”

“I am gettin’ that good dick like you said. Crunch crunch, munch munch, or whatever, bitch.”

“I meant one time, bitch. Good dick? That all you want from Miss motherfucking Hytes?” That raised eyebrow told Vanjie that Silky could smell her bullshit.

“...”

“Thought not. So you bein’ a dumbass hoe who wants her man back, but ain’t ready to commit to dealing with his sappy lil white boy commitment issues?”

“Silk, why you gotta be coming so hard for me?”

“You know this is stupid. Go talk with the trade over there. He won’t create any problems.”

“Silk…” She knew that Silk was right. That she should just forget about Brooke, go her own way and find a new man. But fuck, he was right there, and she... She just fucking missed him.

“Trust me. You going back to that pasty ballerina is going to bite ya in the ass. You better be motherfucking ready for that. This hiding shit will blow up.” Alcohol was like a truth serum to Silky, two drinks in and she was not holding back.

“I ain’t hiding, hoe!” She yelled, pointing her finger in her friend's face, causing a scene, but not caring anymore because she was annoyed.

“You is. You hidin', Miss Mateo.”

“Just let me live, Mary!”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because this be the only way. He don’t want to deal with my clingy ass. He wants to go all wham-bang-thank-you-ma’am. I be givin’ him that. If he wants Miss Vanjie on the down-low, I’m gonna give it to him,” Vanjie was willing to go through a lot of pain just to get some part of Brooke.

“And you’re just fine about all this?”

“Don’t matter.”

And before Silky even had a chance to say anything else, Vanjie left. She didn’t want to deal with the judgement and seriousness of Silky.

She was right. Vanjie was being an idiot, and there was no way that she wouldn’t be catching feelings for him again.

But… If writing these goddamn stupid yellow post-it’s were what she had to do to see just a glimpse of him, then she would keep on doing it.

/////////

This had become a pattern. It was the third time that they met. Always in José’s room, always at his request. Always just sex.

Brock was on day four of being sober, and he was managing.

Barely.

It had been difficult saying no to the shots of tequila, but he had managed.

Barely.

“So when’s your plane leaving?” José was lying, freshly fucked on the bed, still naked, toying with the duvet as he looked at Brock getting ready to leave. This was the last evening for Brock on the tour, and they wouldn't see each other for over a week before.

None of them really wanted to think about that or talk about it.

“At 7,” Brock looked up at him from the chair he was sitting on, tying his shoes. Knowing exactly where this was going.

“AM?”

“No, PM,” Brock could feel the trap, even see it, but did nothing to avoid it.

“Then get back in here, Mami. That was just round one!” He was slowly crawling to the edge of the bed, like a predator luring in its prey. Brock felt enticed, but still fought against the desire building in the pit of his stomach.

“Can’t.”

“Nah, Boo. You just won’t,”

“Vanjie… What the fuck are we doing?” The sigh from the bed was loud, as Brock once again tried to figure out what the deal was with this situation, knowing that José would probably stop any form of real conversation on the topic.

“Right now, not a whole lot, but you could be making me scream and get your jush if you would just sashay them toes over here,”

“Right.”

“Brooke…. Brock. Why you gotta be wanting to talk about this? What is there to say? We know we bad together, but the sex is good, so why not just enjoy it, mama?”

“Yeah… I-I need to pack,” José smirked at the stutter, knew that he only had to give one more push and he would win.

“Just say you don’t wanna get with this. No need to be lyin’. I know you packed all your shit before you even contemp-conteta… Before your ass even decided to go down and give me all the Canadian bacon.” José’s hands were running all over his own body, and Brock could feel himself let go. Could feel his resolve leave him, as he wanted to teach the smaller queen a lesson. His fingers already tingling with anticipation of what he knew was to come.

“Were you always such a bratty little bitch?”

“Were you always this stupid a hoe?” The wink in his eyes was what made Brock walk closer to the bed. Toeing off his shoes as he went.

“Really?” He stopped in front of José, grabbing his chin forcibly, making him gulp in anticipation. The tendons in his neck were strained, his eyes glazed over.

A feeling of power overcame Brock, as he slipped into the dominant role with ease. Part of him realised that José had played him, as he was now giving in to what he wanted, but he also knew that there was no possible way that he could walk away from the room just yet.

“I guess someone needs a little lesson in how to show respect,” He leaned down close, all up in José’s face, seeing the anticipation, want and pure glee at getting what he wanted. It made him smirk as he used the hand on José chin to push him back on the bed.

“All fours, middle of the bed. Now.” He took a deep breath, centring himself, knowing what he had to do, as José scrambled to follow his orders. Quickly settling on the bed, his skin already flushed with excitement, as his cock was slowly rising to the occasion.

“Yes, Mami,”

The slap to his ass was instant and the noise of Brock’s hand making contact with the soft skin filled up the otherwise quiet room. The gasp from José told Brock that he had guessed correctly in what the Puerto Rican needed.

“Don’t get cheeky with me. You’re being a whiny little bitch, and whiny little bitches get what?” All he got in response was shallow and excited gasps.

Slap.

“Use your words, Papi,” he slowly caressed José’s soft ass, trying to rub away some of the hurt, knowing that it helped in building the excitement.

“Th-they get spanked,” The stutter told him that he had José exactly where he wanted him. Brock was in awe over the trust the smaller queen still seemed to have in him, despite it being over six months since they had last done this.

“Right. I am thinking... ten. That should be enough to remind you, hmm?” He walked around the bed, so he could look him in the eye, as he sat down on the bed. “Now I want you to count them out and say thank you after each one, can you do that?” He leaned in and whispered this against his cheek, letting his nose and lips softly caress the soft skin.

“Yeeeeeesssssss,” Brock smiled softly, the soft hiss portraying the desperation that José was feeling.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Mami,”

“Good, and you remember your colours, Papi?” This was important, he couldn’t expect everything to still be present in José’s mind, it having been so long since they last had played like this.

“Green, good, Yellow, slow down, Red, bad.”

“Good,” With a soft kiss to José’s cheek he got back up from the bed, walking back around, getting ready.

All that could be heard was the gasps from the bed, as Brock was feeling calmer than he had in ages. He waited.

For the right moment.

Until...

Slap.

“One, thank you, Mami.” Brock relished the feeling in his hand, the light pink hue on José’s skin, and the choked ‘thanks’ he was given.

Softly running his hand over the soft brown skin, he took a moment to marvel at the contrast between them, how José exuded warmth, while Brock gave off an aura of cold.

Gathering himself, he started rapidly spanking him. The room filled with counting and “Thank you, Mami”, Brock feeling proud of how well José was taking this, wanting to stop this right, and take him right there on the bed.

“Ten, th-thank you, Mami,” He was almost shaking there on the bed, as he was almost overwhelmed with sensation.

"Colour, babe?"

"Green"

Brock quickly unzipped his shorts, grabbed a condom and entered José, who was still slick and slightly stretched from earlier.

They both groaned, the feeling of their connected bodies almost overwhelming. Gripping his hips, Brock started thrusting hard, knowing that they were both close, that it wouldn’t take them long.

“You were so good. You did so well,” Jose ́s moans were getting louder as he was getting closer and closer to his release, the praise pushing him over the edge as he came over the sheets.

With two more thrusts, Brock followed leaning over the smaller man’s back, his lips softly gracing his ear, Brock’s mind was filled with a single sentence. Words he knew that he could never say to José.

I love you.

[zankivich]

Cocoa Butter Kisses: A one shot

Prompt: Shawn with a black girl just living life and hanging out with his family.. I don’t know duck 😅😂

As a bi-racial baby very in touch with her blackness this was a pleasure to write. the lack of representation in shwnblr for black women is genuinely annoying as hell. Add on that the lack of representation in popular culture as a whole of these pop boys ever even thinking of being with black women, I just ain’t got time sis. Black women are too iconic, we ain’t got time to not be celebrating them tbh. Enough rambling, hope you enjoy!!!!! 

*Shawn’s point of view*

He thinks yellow was invented for her. And not just the color but maybe the sun itself. It’s the only way he can explain how beautiful she is. Her skin is this brilliant hue of darkness. It’s rich like espresso and there isn’t an imperfection in her entire complexion. And then she’s standing there in that bright yellow sundress that grips her bodice like a glove and flows out to to smooth legs that he could spend all day caressing. She’s got braids in for the summer, and they’re piled up on her head in a bun that looks more like a crown. She is beauty and she is grace. She is sunshine and warmth and the earth simultaneously. And he’s never been so gone in his whole entire life.

It’s the first time all of her family and his are together. They’d been dating for over a year, and as soon as he’d finished the tour, she had insisted on the get together. He may have gone a little overboard insisting on an entire vacation, but family was just as important to her as it was to him and he wanted to make a good impression. The second he watched her mother hugging every single one of his family members within seconds of meeting them he understood more about who she was and why she was that way. And maybe he fell just a little bit harder.

She catches him staring finally and her thick, full lips spread into a grin to show off teeth that glint against her beautiful skin. He is pulled to her without question, and when his hands slide up against her waist it takes everything in him not to pull her closer.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” He murmured tongue wetting his bottom lip.

She beams at him.

“This morning alone? Twice.”

Her hands come up to rest along his neck and everywhere she touches him, his skin feels like it's on fire. It’s been a year and he still feels so deeply into her. It’s that smile, and those eyes that are so brown it feels like he could get lost in them--and he does, and that laugh of hers that seems to come from her gut and rattle her whole body. She is a force in the world and he’s just so goddamn happy to have stumbled into her orbit.

“I think I mean it more right now.” He tells her pulling her in for a kiss.

She hums against his mouth and pulls his bottom lip into her mouth. She has a wonderful way of seeming graceful and orderly in public while also destroying him sinfully in broad daylight. And those lips are so fucking thick that when she kisses him it’s like a cloud is dominating his mouth.

“Mmm...my momma cannot see us like this. She used to tell me about boys like you.” She giggled.

“Boys like me huh?”

“Yes, boys like you with your big doe eyes and your megawatt smile. You’re bad for girls like me.”

He frowns and tightens his hold on her hips helping to lift her onto her tiptoes so that he kiss her better.

“Well I’ve met your momma, and while I simply adore her, did she ever tell you about boys who might just want to love you, and take care of you, and give you everything they have to offer?”

His smile smoothed into seriousness as his hand trailed up to cup her jaw. He wanted her to believe him, to see his heart on his sleeve, and know that there could never be any other motive than to love her fully and completely.

She shook her head softly, her big ole eyes capturing him once again.

“No I don’t think she ever got around to that.”

He grips the back of her neck softly, his thumb running along her pulse point. She is mesmerizing to him even now, even just standing there before him.

She’d been running back and forth all day trying to keep the masses happy. She was playing both attentive, innocent girlfriend to his parents while also making sure her family wasn’t killing each other. He hadn’t actually been alone with her all day and it finally felt like his chance had arrived. He loved his family, and was learning that he loved hers as well, but the urge to be near her, with her, and only her was one that was difficult to fight.

“Do you want to sit down for a minute?”

Her eyes swept over their combined families on the property he had rented for the vacation looking for a reason to keep moving, keep making sure things remained perfect. She was always trying to go, and he’d made it his mission in life to get her to stop and smell the roses whenever he could. This often times meant not giving her a choice, which always lead to a very sassy raise of her eyebrows before she gave in to him. She was so fucking cute he couldn’t stand it.

“C’mere.” He murmured gently, tugging her towards the plush couches on the deck.

He pulled her into his lap, nose immediately nuzzling into the soft skin of her shoulder. She smelled of cocoa butter and this sweet perfume of hers that smelled of flowers. She was as intoxicating to him as ever.

“Do you think things are going okay?” She asked pulling his arms around her the way that she wanted.

“I do. Our mums haven’t stopped talking since we introduced them. Our dads are out fishing right now, and Aaliyah absolutely adores you. I don’t think they could be going better babe.”

“Do you think we should tell them...about us moving in together?”

He could see the worry on her face at the thought and squeezed at her hips in reassurance.

“We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready to do, y/n.”

She nodded. “I just come from a different kind of family. My mom is very traditional. I don’t think she knows how to wrap her head around your career, and the fact that I’m a grown woman now. I want her to like you. I mean I… I’m so in love with you, I want them all to see that.”

He knows that she’s serious, and this is genuinely stressing her out, but he can’t help the smile that blossoms on his face at her words. Shawn knew with every ounce of his being that she was his world, and that his love for her was something he hadn’t ever quite felt before. But, he couldn’t always be sure she felt the same way. Something about the strength of his feelings made him self-conscious sometimes, and it was moments like that, when she was just being honest with him about her heart that he truly felt swept up in everything that they had become together.

“We’ll show them.” He promised bring her fingers to his lips to kiss. “It’ll all work itself out, I promise. If you’re unsure we can wait. I just...I love you baby, and I want to share that with the world. I think your family is a good place to start.”

Andrew and he had already had a conversation about the publicness of their relationship. As long as she was comfortable, he had refused to hide his life from his fans, and more than that she was such an important part of his life that he couldn’t dream of keeping her hidden. But he loved her more than he did himself, loved her enough to put all of his selfish feelings aside if it’s what she needed, even if he wanted the exact opposite.

“I know you’re right...I’m just scared, I guess.”

She let her head tilt down and that was a vulnerability he had never gotten to see until maybe six months into their relationship. She had been plagued with the burden of the world resting itself on her shoulders as if it was an expectation for her to carry. She had come from a culture that told her standing tall was the only option, that her duty was to be strong a hundred percent of the time. And maybe that’s why she had looked so tired when he’d met her, like she had been waiting all her life for someone to take a little bit of that burden away. Since he’d first laid eyes on her he knew he’d take the whole damn thing on his back just to see her smile.

His fingers tugged at her chin coaxing it up gently so that their eyes met as he placed a kiss as gentle as a whisper upon her lips.

“That’s okay. We can be scared together, baby.”

Sometimes she looks at him like she’s confused by his every molecule, like he shouldn’t want to give her the world. This is the look she gives him now, but he just smiled at her as dopey and optimistic as he ever could be, and somehow it gets her to giggle.

“Okay.”

The weight of the moment gets interrupted by the speaker over in the grass turning to a song that her whole family seems to feel in their bones. He only notices it as all because her whole body perks up at the sound of the base, and before he knows what’s hit him she is grabbing his hand and pulling him into his worst fucking nightmare. The first time she ever tried to get him to dance he had to explain to her the complexities of his whiteness. That not only was he white, but he was a Canadian, and not a Bieber Canadian--because where the hell did they find him at--but a true, klutzy, no rhythm having, pasty ass, Canadian. This conversation seems to completely leave her mind as the cupid shuffle comes on though he tried desperately to remind her.

“Baby I--I can’t!” He whines as she pulls him into what already looks like synchronized lines.

She rolls her eyes. “Boy, relax! The steps are word for word in the song, and nobody is looking at you.”

“You don’t understand,” He exclaimed to her over the music. “I fall on flat surfaces.”

Eventually she seemed to remember that he really was truly helpless and decided to take pity on him. She grabbed his hand and stood directly beside his body as the song began its famous steps.

“Watch me babes. We’re gonna start by going to right.” She explained as the song told them just that.

He stumbled after her as she lead his body in the correct direction, one foot after the other. Then it’s to the left, and he thinks maybe it isn’t so bad.

“Now kick, now kick, now kick, now kick.” She smiled kicking one leg out then the other and alternating.

But then she’s “walking it by herself” and it instantly becomes too complicated for him. He’s in fucking skinny jeans; he plays guitar, dancing is not his forte. Add on to that that every single other person on the damn grass seems to know what they’re doing and he just knows he looks like a newborn fawn who can’t control their legs at all. At one point he swear he sees his sister filming and knows that the whole world--or at least the world of instagram--is going to see him making a fool of himself.

The problem is that her face really does light up when she’s surrounded by her family on the makeshift dance floor, and she seems to like his flailing limbs and general incompetence even more. He would do anything to keep that smile on her face, even his least favorite thing in the world.

When the chorus repeats for the sixth of seventh time, and maybe he got the hang of it, and maybe he didn’t, she treats him to the one of the many things she knows drives him wild. Her hips start to move in tiny, tight circles, and she’s backing it up against him in a way he’s still not quite sure what to do with. One of her hands slid to her knee, a slight arch appearing in her back that is genuinely sinful, and the other wrapped around the back of his neck keeping his chest plastered to her back in a way that is not at all family friendly.

“That’s not so bad now is it?” She asked, a wicked glint in her eye.

He let his hands slide to cup her hips and pressed his lips to her ear from behind.

“I will not let you give me a boner in front of both of our families on my first day of meeting them”

“Then I suggest you think cold thoughts, sweetheart.”

Ironically, it’s a not so cold look from her mother that has them separating quicker than they came together. Crisis--and boner-averted.

Eventually a slower song came on and he wrapped his arms around her waist in a much more socially acceptable manner. She pressed her head upon his chest and let him hum in her ear as they swayed in the breeze. Maybe she’d feel comfortable enough to tell them that day, maybe it would stay their little secret for a little while longer. He’d be okay with it either way. Just as long as she still scrunched her nose up when she laughed. And as long as she still smelled of cocoa butter and flowers. And as long as she let him love her as hard as his body insisted that he do. Just as long as she loved him back. He’d be just fine with that.

[suniwoo]

RAWDOG || food truck au😔

⚠️i do not at all recommend reading this i was forced, i’m so sorry⚠️

hobi x namjoon

~hobi and namjoon own a food truck together and ran out of hot dogs, but little did hobi know he would be ordering that namdog~

-“smut”

-it’s gross

-word count: 2.1k

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hobi rolled his eyes and turned his phone off, “ghetto-” he said while setting a timer for 30 minutes so he could go back to sleep.

hobi cuddled up with a fuzzy green blanket and took off his socks because he forgot to do it the night before. closing his eyes and turning to his side, he fell back asleep fast.

“namjoon~” hobi hummed as he rolled onto his stomach, “i’ll be a good boy, i promise.”

he dug his hands into the sheets and pressed his now hard dick into the mattress, starting to grind and moan just to be interrupted by his alarm. hobi’s head shot up fast and his face changed from mid bliss to confusion. he couldn’t believe the dream he just had and how much it still turned him on. his head dropped in his pillows and he let out a groan. hobi rolled off the bed onto the hard floor. he laid there for a bit, the ground was cold on his skin and it sent a cool shiver up his spine. he slowly stood up to go to the bathroom, and walked sloppily down the hall. once hobi got to the bathroom he flicked the light switch, the sharp dull light stung his eyes. he started to analyze himself in the mirror, fixing small imperfections with the way his hair fell and looking at his skin. he opened the cabinet and grabbed his face wash, moisturizer and shut the cabinet door, seeing his reflection return. he continued to wash his face, brush his teeth and hair. when hobi looked presentable according to his own standard he went to his room to change clothes. hobi lazily removed his white beater and black sweats, changed his underwear then put on a basic oversized red scoop neck showing off this collarbone and chest, black baggy jeans and black sneakers. he went back to the bathroom to put on deodorant and cologne. hobi grabbed his car keys, phone, a box filled with things for the food truck and left his apartment. he locked the door and walked to the parking garage. hobi felt his phone vibrate so he took it out to see if he had missed any notifications, there were 11 unread text from namjoon. he opened his phone and paused. with wide eyes hobi was in disbelief of what was on his screen. there was a picture of namjoon’s erect dick in between a hotdog bun surrounded by other pictures of hot dogs with a follow up text saying “which one would you like up your ass?” while looking at his screen he began to blush and felt his pants get tight. hobi quickly dismissed his feelings and turned off his phone. he walked to his car, got inside and let out a heavy sigh as he started it. hobi always got to the food truck earlier than namjoon so when he saw him ass up at the truck he screamed. namjoon jumped straight up when he heard hobi pull up.

“hey bitch” namjoon said in a playful tone “so, did you decide?”

“decide what?” hobi said hesitantly.

“which one you want up your ass?” namjoon said with a serious tone.

hobi stood there with no reaction, he was just still and quiet. the silence was quickly broken when namjoon started to laugh.

“DID YOU THINK I WAS BEING SERIOUS!” namjoon belted.

hobi’s face went red and he started to yell at namjoon

“WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO SAY, ‘THAT SALAMI LOOKED JUST RIGHT DADDY’ THE FUCK.”

namjoon started to laugh more, hobi shoved his shoulder and walked past him to the truck.

“we need to get ready to open” hobi said harshly.

namjoon pouted as hobi walked off, wondering why he was so pressed. hobi had unlocked the door beside the truck and started organizing the inside. namjoon joyfully waddled over to the door and sank into the doorway. with a big grin on his face he looked at hobi.

hobi took a breath, “what do you want crust?”

“how about we open later today?” namjoon asked with the same grin on his face

“why? there’s always a reason” hobi said while rolling his eyes

“i wanna take an early lunch break” namjoon slightly bit his lip and licked them afterwards.

“WHEW THE CRUST JUMPED OUT!” hobi yelled while laughing at namjoon’s headassary “you ain’t gettin shit. it’s 9:30, we’re already behind schedule!”

namjoon, his face now strict, walked into the truck never breaking eye contact with hobi. namjoon got real close and looked down at him with piercing eyes.

“EYE wanna have an early lunch break” namjoon’s voice was low.

hobi lightly gulped, namjoon didn’t tower over him but in this moment he felt two feet tall.

“o-okay” hobi shakily let out

namjoon smirked down at hobi, finally breaking eye contact so he could admire him. namjoon’s eyes traveled down hobi so intently, from his soft brown hair to his clean sneakers (man was fine). namjoon swiftly moved his hand to the side of hobi neck, placing his thumb under hobi’s chin. hobi’s breath hitched as he felt namjoon’s big hand grab him, his heart rate increased as his pants felt like they were going to burst. namjoon moves hobi’s head side to side before making him look down.

“look at me” joonie demanded.

hobi did as he was told and looked up to meet his lustful eyes with joon’s dark eyes. he felt so intimidated, but it only made hobi want him more.

“listen bottom, it’s time we do this sooner or later” namjoon’s words left hobi frustrated, he hated when joon called him a bottom, “do you wanna do this?”

hobi nodded slowly. namjoon removed his hand and walked out the of the truck to grab a grocery bag, he came back and shut the door. namjoon pulled out hot dogs and condoms, he turned to hobi to see his reaction.

“the fuck-“ hobi said “why’d you grab these?”

namjoon smiled “oh about earlier, i wasn’t joking. i’m gonna fuck you with hot dogs”

“YOU MUSTY DIRTNECK IF YOU THINK YOURE SHOVING A HOT DOG UP MY ASS YOURE IN FOR A FUCKING SURPRISE!” hobi screamed.

“please, i wanna make things fun” namjoon pouted.

“HA you’re funny you bratty top, ya tryed it and FAILED” hobi snapped.

namjoon begged, “pretty please, i just wanna make you feel good. i know it’s weird i just thought it would be fun, and i thought you would be the one person that wouldn’t jud-“

“HOLD UP miss guilt trip, i’ll do it because i wanna try it with you, but if i don’t like it we done.” hobi interrupted.

namjoon’s face lit up “REALLY? OKAY BEND DOWN AND TAKE THIS NAMDOG.”

hobi looked over at him “if we’re doing this you’re not doing that, okay?”

namjoon silently agreed, and hobi signaled him to make a move. namjoon took the hint and started to take the hot dog outs of there package.

hobi looked down at the hot dogs “are you gonna wash those?”

namjoon looked down at the hot dogs and groaned, but he started to wash them. hobi looked at namjoon, his peach hair and his built body made him squirm it all the right ways. hobi walked over to namjoon and started to unbuckle his belt, sliding his pants down. namjoon finished washing the hot dogs quick and started to pull hobi’s pants down. they shuffled around in the small space trying to get into the perfect spot. namjoon pulled hobi’s boxers down to expose his pasty ass. namjoon pecked the right cheek then the left, hobi was confused but didn’t question it. namjoon slapped his ass, watching a red mark form.

“OW BITCH DAMN” hobi yelled while rubbing his cheeks.

namjoon didn’t say anything, but he removed hobi’s hands. he picked up a hot dog and held it for a bit before he placed it next to hobi’s walmart logo. hobi jumped because of the cold hot dog. namjoon pulled out his dick and placed it right behind walmart ready to grab a cart and go. namjoon slammed himself into hobi relentlessly and started shopping. as he fucked hobi he start adding hot dogs into the mix, shoving them in one by one. hobi moaned loud and was overwhelmed with pleasure. he started to tear up because of how wild it felt. namjoon was super into it, he was fucking the absolute shit out of hobi poor ass. hot dogs started flying around the truck, knocking things down.

“HARDER” hobi panted.

“LETS GET IT!” namjoon hollered.

he continued to pound into hobi making him slide of the counter. he started adding vienna sausages to make hobi’s ass a literal gun. namjoon abruptly stopped when he pulled out, hobi fell to the ground. namjoon went to the fridge while hobi laid there hot dogs coming out- hobi was on the verge of death, when he hears a clink from the fridge. he walked back to hobi with a ‘(≧◡≦)’ face while hold a container of whipped cream. namjoon held the nozzle by the welcome doors, and was ready to walk in. hobi “ooped” when namjoon walked through the doors, the customers came pouring in.

“hold it in” namjoon’s demanded.

“i-i can’t” hobi replied weakly.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK*

“hey are you guys open?, and you better answer because i heard some commotion”

namjoon and hobi both jumped, and they both watched the white liquid fall on the ground. without a word being said namjoon grabbed the can again and filled him once more.

“keep it in while we take this order, you got this!” namjoon whispered.

they both stood up and pulled up their pants, hobi was going through it. namjoon opened the window and greeted them with his big smile as if they weren’t just fuckin. it was a brown haired boy with a white tee shirt, joggers and timberlands. next to him was a smaller boy with pink hair wearing a matching light blue juicy sweatsuit and sunglasses. they were usuals, jungkook and jimin.

“what’s poppin joon” jungkook said enthusiastically.

“oh hey jungkook, what would you like today?”

as jungkook told namjoon he wasn’t hungry, hobi made eye contact with jimin. jimin smiled, took off his sunglasses and went to greet hobi.

“heyyyyy”

“o-oh hey jim-in, how ha-ve y-you been”

“oh my gosh i’ve been great, it is so nice of you to ask. i don’t know life has just really been workin out for me, it feels like i’ve just let everything go and let my self breathe.”

hobi clenched his ass harder and those words left jimins mouth. “oooh th-“ hobi swallows, “that’s great”

“what would you like today?” hobi was so proud that he didn’t stutter.

“hmmmm, i’ll have a sundae. extra whipped cream”

“comin right out, i mean up” he said trying not to scream.

hobi felt himself almost fall apart, he went to make the sundae and struggled. he was shaking so bad that he started to cause a scene.

“are you okay back there nephew?” jimin asked

“i-i’m okay, just my arthritis” hobi fake laughed so jimin would shut up.

jimin chuckled back while looking down at his phone. hobi continued to struggle especially when he grabbed the whipped cream, he winced as it started to come out of the can. he went to give jimin his ice cream, and when jimin reached back to grab the ice cream hobi could smell his cologne. hobi paused again knowing his fate, he felt his nose tingle and it was over for him. hobi sneezed and felt everything release. hobi kept looking at jimin and could hear namjoon laughing so hard.

“bless you” jungkook says before paying namjoon and strolling away with his boo thang.

once they were gone hobi started to whimper, “i let go, i’m sorry”

“it’s okay don’t worry about it at all you tried your best” namjoon said genuinely, “do you wanna keep going?”

“well i’m already this far, how could it get any worse” hobi sighs while laughing

namjoon then starts to remove his pants again ready to finish where they had started off. the sight of the whipped cream, made namjoon hard again. he position hobi and took a softer approach, being more gentle and compassionate. this is what hobi liked so he started feelin it, but namjoon decided to do it to em and grabbed some more hot dogs. hobi really didn’t care at this point, he just wanted his nut. namjoon started to pick up the pace, going faster, but deeper. he wanted to make sure hobi release before him and so he did. hobi really was goin down streaks, but he had finally found his release and was determined to help namjoon get his. namjoon sooner or later nutted riding it out for as long as he could. namjoon pulled up his pants and threw a roll of paper towels on hobi,

“clean up, i’ll be back to take care of you later.”

[kuroandtheguys]

QUOTES (as in things i’ve said, not necessarily original things but things ive said.) FROM MUN HIKARY,HER DAD AND CLASSMATES AS RP STARTERS:

"get your fuck boy out of my house"

"Listen here you fuck nugget"

"don't touch me you bafoon"

"leave the soul alone"

"WHERE IS SPACE DAD"

"i got some shoes from my drug dealer, i dont know what he laced them with but i've been tripping all day...."

"Sure thing Chew-Brocka"

"the beatings will continue until morale improves."

"looking to protect yourself or deal some damage?"

"The egg-salts?"

"much cheese cake"

"FIGHT ME"

"DO YOU FOLKS LIKE COFFEE!"

"baby,princess, dear,dearest. Do me a favorite and get your head out of my ass"

"Whats up gays!"

"Its 1 get the fuck up you lil shit"

"its a porch...not a deck....."

"when one plays the earth game twister one finds out more about the other's than they wanted"

"pain is your reward for being near me."

"oh it's the nasty crime boi"

"follow the yellow-dick road"

"these jokes arent the only thing that suck"

"stupid controls! I said walk to the side not jump off the cliff"

"_GET YOUR DICK OUT OF MY GODDESS!"

"Zarkon unhand my space father"

"sadness is merely a part of life."

"BON BON YOU WANT SUM FUC"

"they're gonna play Mario cart"

"that's how friendship dies"

"ID BE THE TINY ANGRY GUY, I CANT REMEMBER HIS NAME"

"Space Dad jokes are out of this world"

"space dad part of a balanced breakfast"

" i wonder whats over here, oh its plot"

"not all wood resists magic damage"

"destroy us all!"

"i could pee in a bucket and tell him it's beer."

"i would fuck lance because who wouldn't"

"ITS BECAUSE IM A DEMON ISINT IT? THATS RACIST!"

" IF YOU LOVED ME YOUD KILL THE SPIDERS"

"Fite me!"

"fuck Shiro because, just look at him. Who wouldn’t?"

"I am tumblr senpai"

"Why is he grinding?!"

"They bonded by beating the shit out of eachother."

"ah ah put those grabby hands away." (wow without context that sounds really dirty)

"if I have social anxiety and YOU have social anxiety then who's going to order the food?"

"now if they made space dad shaped mac and cheese i wouldnt mind so much"

"it could be 1 of 2 things metal leg or morning wood"

"i like chicks not dicks"

"why cant you just say vagina?"

"Ok so if you ever need a break from your mech with a watersport kink let me know."

"I love you" "dude thats gay..." "we are litterly having sex"

"watch your mouth you little shit"

"yes daddy dearest"

"COME HERE MY SPACE CHILD"

"Let me hug you space child"

"i must adopt this lost space child"

"soft and warm space dad"

"omg your so extra"

"hgn those claws he could just rip me apart"

"we can go inside"

"i wouldn't want to expose you"

"he's see more of your girlfriend than you have"

"we had a bonding moment i punched you in the face!"

"I ate my school"

"this limp noodle"

"PRAISE MUNWAY"

"You wanna ride my huge dragon"

"and i don't know....somethin' bout friendship..."

"Tid be a pitty if i killed him off"

"you've been shanked" "..with a ruler..."

"did you just giggle your boobs at me?"

"It was an earth shattering shit"

"I am the pumpkin gardian"

"Hold my beer and watch this mother fucker

"Careful nuts make you swell, just ask your sister"

"My dad the crack dealer"

"balls deep in an au"

"Don't fuck on my expensive leather couch you cunts"

"He's a perceptive hoe"

"blubbering balls of teenage awkwardness"

"What can I say except~ FUCK OFF"

"I am the alpha dad"

"thats a kick in the danger clam"

"your gonna get your weiner stuck in the baby gate"

"I'm taking you back to the pound"

"I'm so sorry the princess had his feelings hurt"

“Hey demons, it’s ya boi, Satan. Give me the homie back”

"my name is stan, im satan"

"I Came Here For A Good Time And All I Got Was Porn"

"it went from warm to freezing because snow miser is shitting on us"

"Near death can be fixed with ducktap"

"I don't remember what I did with my pants"

"It smells" "You smell" "Your face smells" "You almost got punched I'm the face"

"Bueno bear"

"MAKE THAT ANGST YOUR BITCH"

“Gently bullied him into submission”

*Holds up fishing pole and bubbles* hookers and blow.

"To hard, to thick. I'd get hair stuck in my teeth" "...don't ever say that in public."

"Even lesbians like babies"

"My dad is like a fun vampire"

You are a steampunk blood warrior with a plan"

"You are a steampunk blood warrior with a flan"

"You've been hit by you've been struck by a smooth lesbian"

"You just made the inquisitior gay" "Yes" 5 minutes later "So what else us on the table" "The inquisitior"

"Did...did you just call the Cat a butt plug?"

"not like that you kinky fuck"

"kinky princess Matthew holt and his fluffy sidekick Mr whiskers."

"DONT MAKE ME KINKSHAME YOU AGAIN" "MAYBE YOU'LL KINKSHAME ME HARD THIS TIME"

"I'm gay and I'm ready to party"

"You founded a country on cocaine and prostitution?"

"You know what looks delicious" "What" "Your tight ass" "Your a hoe, like ben" "_ lemme smash"

"Human Sacrifice is always an option if you aren't a weak little bitch."

"Last time you had an imaginary friend I'm pretty sure it was a demon"

" I don't want to be propositioned by you in private!"

"Don't vore the dogs"

"Surely not everyone was kung-fu fighting" "They were" "..we're they fast as lightning?" "No they were slow, Tai Chi mother fucker"

"There’s a train of thought but it’s been de railed and Billy the kid robbed it."

"Shes just where burgers go to die"

"Im a priest to our lady of sin and this is my seeing eye dragon"

"Hello nightmares my old freind"

"they took some scaly lizard dick"

"I would go to Satan jazz club"

"Gandalf the off white"

"Stop kicking my puppy"

"You sleep darted that man in the dick"

"i didn't hit puberty...i just kinda shook it's hand"

"Tall, dark, warm and edgy. The perfect dad"

"Cerberus thinks he's a lap dog"

"thank god for incredible upper body strength"

"No ship wars. I multi ship like an adult" "Am I an adult I poly ship?" "Yes"

" my flaccid dagger"

"He's running around like a squirrel on crack"

"Could you please acidenly flex somewhere else your distracting me"

"It is the first day of Christmas fucker"

"Don't make me beat ypu with egg nog"

"Why did it suddenly become British?"

"You've been BLUNDERSTRUCK"

"Slav tellaported from another dimension to punch you in the arm"

"Floating kingdom of dabalon"

"I like my nightshade pomegranate flavored"

"dont dab on my boobs"

"The first vampire ran into the sun"

"I need a pocket sendak"

"Four score and 7 years ago our founding pirates"

"Been fueling up on....."

"Life is a highway?"

"the lyrics are coke and whiskey dumb ass"

"all i want for Christmas is the dreamiest daddy."

"HAIL KURO"

"patience yields fucking"

"Gray haired man on a house coming through" "I tottally thought you said gay haired man"

"Oh... mood"

"You wrap presents like a blind t rex"

"i take a look at me enormous-"

"white privilege."

"I swear to all of the gods I'm going to climb you like a fucking vine"

"The pellar, he uh.... loves his goat"

"whispers goat fuckerrrr"

"sleeping with slytherins" "dont you mean sirens?" "same fucking thing"

"No one told you life was gonna be this-" "Gay?"

"I am truly the hobo on top of the polar express" "No your the homo ontop of the polar express" "Can't she be a homo hobo?"

"Kinkshame me harder"

“Kinkshame me harder spicy papa”

"Male griffin returns and is like what the fuck did you do to my wife"

"WITH YOUR SHAG CARPET ID BE GETTING HAIR BALLS"

"Drug cloud please disperse"

"Just cause I'm gay dosent mean the cake needs to be"

"BITCH I OUTRANK YOU"

"Just cause I'm gay dosent mean the cake needs to be"

"Right in the paw patroler"

"Stuffed em up Mr patato head's butt"

"feed me"

"i swear if you start singing-"

"must be blood"

"here she gose again"

"must be fresh"

"i dont wanna hear this"

"FEED ME, FEED ME SEYMORE~"

"Get on the fucking dragon or I will leave you in this tower"

"Vivia le roi" "LONG LIVE THE REVALUATION" "No.... long live the king"

"I'm a senior my vote counts more"

"I am gentle snek"

"The boner wizzard is a girl" "That's a dragon" "Girl dragon"

"my father the actual 5 year old" "thats right 5 times a whole bunch"

"why..... is your icon a crotch buldge?"

"Layers" "Like an oinion" "Yes and their all gonna make you cry"

"You blushing" "I'm pasty and I burn in the sun anytime I go out." "So your burned..?" "Yes fucker"

 "You should be careful dancing around with those daggers when I'm throwing fire" "It won't hurt me. It's friendly fire"

[themanicgalaxy]

SPN 1X17 Hell House

one episode this time around let’s see where this goes

so many of these start with people going where they aRE NOT ALLOWED

WHY

GUYS AT LEAST DO IT IN THE MORNING OR SOMETHING WHY GO AT NIGHT

yes go be macho there’s nothing that can go wrong here

also i meant to say this last episode but Dean’s machismo+self-sacrifice for his dad someone please give him a hug p le a s e 

at least they don’t die

Sam being passed out completely backwards bahahahaha

Dean takes picture because yes, sibling prerogative

Damn and Dean’s having his fun with the music and the pranks

NAIR IN THE SHAMPOO DEAN WHAT THE FUCK 

Sam using the word “misogynistic” in like 2005 threw me, damn this kid rly did go to a College didn’t he

this little montage of everyone having a different story? good perfect shit, good vibes

“hot...in a dead sort of way” “hoh..k” pfft

Lmfao and his name is Craig

DEAN IS HOLDING A KANSAS VINYL HES HOLDING THE VINYL

“only kills women” well good thing they’re both MEN absolutely NO conflict here

god I wish this show had a woman goddamn

leftover note: god i wish some of the actually cool female characters showed up again and not like...just the demon

the ghost hunterssssss

lmao Dean’s disgust at the business card

AMATEURS AHAHAHAHAHAHA

“emf?” Sam buddy oh my god

This is like that one scene in criminal minds where the girls pretend they don’t work at the fbi

does...does it erase people? whatever the monster is

PFFT PRANK WAR

I’m sure this won’t come back to bit them no sir

Jill going for the ghost instead of the pasty-ass gross motherfucker fine ok at least you have some sense

Not a lot because ur gonna get fucking murdered, ur not white or a male, sorry them’s the rules

this show....like i expected this but

I feel like the non-plot episodes are more pure Vibe, and the plot episodes aren’t as fun, but they have examination i guess?

AND SHE HAD A FULL RIDE TO UT AND A STRAIGHT A STUDENT COME ON

“Who you gonna call” ha

Sam’s fucking face when they get the ghost hunters, Sam cmon you like this at least a little bit

AT LEAST ADMIT YOU LOVE YOUR BROTHER A LITTLE BIT

WHEN IT SLOWLY CREPT UP BEHIND THEM FUCK

THAT WASN’T EVEN A JUMP SCARE THAT WAS REAL SUSPENSE

the smug face Dean pulled? good, good, liked that

BLUE OYESTER CULT LOGO OF FUCKING COURSE DEAN RECOGNIZED IT

Smug Dean is very funny, good content

...ok yeah I’m starting to see where at least some people started with the wincest thing, however it’s CLEARLY BECAUSE OF THE PRANK I HATE THIS

LMFAO THEY JUST SAID “Here you go Jensen” HAAH

the belief turns into something real oooo

THEOLOGY TEXTBOOK TURNS INTO CONCENTRATED THOUGHT TURNS INTO THE MORDECHAI MYTH THAT KEEPS GETTING SHIFTED THAT IS S O COOL

“how are we supposed to kill an idea” oooo sounds vaguely philosophy like

WHAT WOULD BUFFY DO BAHAHAHA

HEY LOOK A MONSTER HUNTING FEMALE PROTAGONIST WHY DON’T WE HAVE SOME OF THOSE

THEY’RE SO SHORT COMPARED TO THE LITERALLY 6 FOOT TALL MAIN CHARACTERS AHAHAHAHA

MAIN CHARACTERS GET 6 FEET HEIGHT

these fuckers really do put on a double act throughout the midwest

THE VERY SPECIFIC PISTOL FEAR TO HELP THEM KILL IT BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Is...Is dean trying to get Sam to relax and be like...kinda normal? Is that the reason behind the prank war????

ONE NORMAL WAY OF EMOTING IM B E G G IN G YOU

Fuckign glues his hand to his beer ha ha Sam

Did these fuckers just steal the laughing animatronic to lure the cops?? really??

and they nearly fucking shoot the ghost boys hahahahaha

*so anyway I started blasting WITH BOTH FUCKING PISTOLS*

Goes for the Camera

Do the guys?? know what’s up??

the micro expressions in the “great” (smile to quiver to serious mode)? holy hell

Sam you self sacrificial bastard

Dean workshops a fucking flamethrower

ayy he did the axe/baseball swing thing i love that

solution: set house on fire

Excellent, nice job Dean

I mean it works

“how many things survived cuz people believed in them” with the fire house? nice line, I like that line

Sam: calls them and tells them he’s a producer

Dean: puts a dead fish in their backseat

and they both laugh and call truce that makes me happy

hey the prank war thing was just...a prank war. no foreshadowing, just character relationships? that’s new

yippie kayak it’s wrap-up time:

1. Ok, the style and vibe of this episode? so good, so fun, so interesting. Lore is really cool, they leave it open-ended, all good. Like the sheer power of myth and people’s belief? ooo good shit

I have just realized that sounds like vague foreshadowing for the ~future~

however, I think this is built kinda like avatar where you build the characters in terms of a large goal, and tbh, I really like how it’s being done

2. actually speaking of: non-plot episodes, where both get a chance to shine, are fun, interesting, and honestly quite cool, while plot episodes are a bit more heavy, loaded and exposition-y. I hope that changes in the future tbh. The bible river dale energy is quite possibly the thing I’m not as hyped about, although that might be because I thankfully don’t have any religious trauma

the church scares me

3. Sam and Dean? good great, excellent bonding time. You have to wonder if the prank war was just Dean’s way of trying to reach out to his little brother, and tbh, it did kinda work. Anyway, they were both really fun this episode, both got good moments, 10/10 love these characters

4. The fact that they slipped and called Dean jensen makes me wonder how much the budget actually was. Like I saw on pinterest it was 20,000 entirely(which isn’t even minimum wage) and I could not find any kind of sources, so I’m inclined to believe that was very very fake. However, it’s definitely low budget(wikipedia says that no one wanted to take kripke up on this) and the fact that they managed to make something this good is a testament to the skill of the entire team working on this season. I cannot speak for the later seasons tho, as I have obviously not seen them.

5. Please. A girl character. Something. I’m begging you. 

I know damn well it doesn’t happen and that makes me sad

Damn I had some thoughts this time around, that’s pretty fun. till next time~ i guess. Time to go put mom’s bday cake back into the fridge and sleep.

[indirispeaks]

Breath of Fire

Okay please excuse the length and whatnot.  I put a cut below the first paragraph.  This has not been proofread because it was an idea that I had to get out of my goddamn fingers before it exploded and it’s not even finished. I didn’t get to the good part, but I know for a fact I’m gonna go back to it and finish it.  Yeehaw. ))

Killian didn’t remember when things had started to go wrong, or when he’d lost control of the situation.  Maybe they were one and the same thing.  But locked in the trunk of a car with his hands tied behind him, one shoulder twinging horribly from being thrown forward on it every time the car rounded a curve, he certainly had time to reflect on it.

Perhaps it was when he’d first met Trey.  They’d been in line at the book store in one of those indeterminable lines that wound around the shelf almost all the way to the back of the store.  Killian had poked his head out of line long enough to ascertain that there were only two cashiers on duty.  He grumbled and tucked his book of staff paper more firmly under his arm.  If the music store had been open....if they were anywhere near as cheap as this deal was...he wouldn't be here. 

"Ridiculous, isn't it?"  a voice beside him had muttered.  He turned his head, shaking his hair out of his eyes to see who'd spoken.  A skinhead?  No, didn't seem the type.  Maybe another musician with his pasty skin, shaved head and pretentious little soul patch under his lower lip.  He couldn't tell what the man was referring to. 

"Huh?"   "This.  Them.  All these people lined up for their deals."  the man said again, eyes travelling up and down the line with an expression of disdain.  Killian almost bit back his reply. "Well, yeah.  But you're here."  he pointed out.  The man snorted, then grinned. "Touche.  Trey Williams." "Killian Foster." "So why are you one with the masses of sheep?"  Trey had asked a few moments later, when the line had inched forward maybe a foot and a half.  What on earth were these people buying??

"Staff paper."  he answered, holding it up to show what it was.  "Gotta finish a composition by Monday." "Oh, okay.  College?" "Nah, commercial....uh...Bongo Tea."  he admitted.  Trey looked at him sidelong, appraisingly.   "I see."  he said.  He was glaring at the line again.  "Bet half these losers are out buying manga."   "Least they're in a bookstore."  Killian muttered.  He'd been about to pass Trey off as another line-jerk, when he got his attention again.   "Yeah, I guess.  People don't read enough today, man.  They're all about the internet, they forget the old stories."   "You like old stories?"  the words were out of his mouth before Killian could stop them.  Trey had perked right up, a wide grin spreading across his face.   "Oh hell, yeah, man!  All the old myths, Norse gods, selkies, nymphs, dragons, kelpies..." "Oh wow, my mom used to have this book where like, these kids got on a kelpie and were stuck to it and gonna drown...." 

And the two hours stuck waiting in line hadn't seemed like that long.  They'd formed a friendship right there, discussing all kinds of literature, myths, and monsters.  They had a mutual love of dragons, those long-lived, frightful lizards with hoards of gold deep in the mountains. ("Oh, man, if Bilbo had just stabbed him in the EYE, man....") and Killian was able to turn the last 9 feet of waiting into a discussion of whether or not kelpies were considered horse-monsters or demons.  They were exchanging numbers and Skype information by the time both were walking out of the book store.

That was how it had started.  Guy nights at the bar with beer, and gradually a few of Trey's friends...who were equally obsessed with the myths.  Killian thought he'd found a group of kindred souls, the first time he'd gone with all of them 'wisp hunting' out of the moors late at night with blue lights looking for elusive (and to him, non-existant) faerie lights.  But it was all in good fun.  Trisha, one of the group....Matt's sister or something, he couldn't remember...had come onto him after and he'd turned her down.  Something had shifted in the group then.

"Dude, if she'd come onto ME..."  Trey had said, looking Killian over with what he only realized later, in the back of the car, was cool calculation.  Killian had just shrugged and grinned. "Not my type." "Sex without strings!" "Not my type!"

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He didn't know how long it had been.  He was in serious pain now, he couldn't control the way his head kept banging against the inside of the trunk, and he'd been straining against that zip tie for at least the better part of an hour and he'd lost all the feeling in his right arm.  He remembered watching a video on YouTube where this little kid had gotten out of a plastic zip tie with relatively little effort...but there wasn't enough room in the trunk to get his arms in front of him and even if he had, she'd used her shoelaces and his didn't have any.  Besides, the car wasn't on a paved road anymore, he guessed, judging by the bumping and shifting.  The car shifted quite suddenly to the left and he was thrown forward again...there was a pop and a crunch and blinding pain in his face. 

"Fuck!!"  he yelled, feeling and tasting blood pouring from his nose.  "Dammit...!"  He was more annoyed with himself that he'd resorted to useing the F word.   At least the car was slowing down...whether or not that was a good thing, he couldn't tell.  It probably wasn't, now that he thought about it.  He was going to kick some serious ass....the car finally came to a stop, and he could hear the engine shut down.  He tensed...when the trunk opened, he was going to jump out and kick Trey in the face and tackle Matt and make Jason take off that zip tie and then he was going to find his phone and call the cops and....

The lid of the trunk opened and he was blinded by a flashlight beam right in the eyes.  He squinted and jerked his head away as hands grabbed onto his arms. "Oh man, you look like shit."  Matt's voice came from somewhere behind him.  "Told you we should have put him on his back, he's not perfect anymore." "He's still unbroken we can clean him up."  Trey said, pushing Killian's head up and examining his face.  "Maybe.  Dude....what happened to your nose?" "Fuck you!"  Second F word in less than ten minutes.  Trey didn't seem to mind, evidently he'd heard that before. 

"Hmm, it doesn't look broken."  he said, taking hold of it and moving it around a little.  Killian bit back a yell, but jerked his face out of Trey's fingers.   "Just get him out, come on, it's getting late."  Matt again.  He sounded impatient.  Trey and Jason hauled Killian out of the trunk and his legs were so cramped he immediately collapsed on the grass.  Grass, they were on grass.  Somewhere out in the moors then.  He squinted around....the sun was just going down and he couldn't see signs of civilization anywhere, no streetlamps, no nothing.  He could hear the sound of waves somewhere.  Wait, the ocean?

"What's going on?"  he demanded, as he was hauled to his feet.  He tried to dig them into the ground but wasn't getting any purchase on the slippery grass.  They were going down a worn pathway.  And there were other people there, he could see Trisha...and Megan, Keith, Andrew, Iain, Kelly....god, the whole gang.  Almost twenty people there.  "Hey!"  he raised his voice.  "What the hell!  Let me go, this isn't funny!!"   "Nah, man, this is all about you."  Trey said, as they approached a flat area.  Killian's foot hit a stone and he stumbled, Jason and James pulling him upright again.  "Do you KNOW how hard it is to find a pure person?"

"What the hell?"  Killian demanded again.  His anger had given way to something else, curling in the pit of his stomach.  "What are you talking about?" "Pure person...you're IT, man..."  Trey said, and Killian started to suspect the light in his eyes was pure, unbridled insanity.  "You're educated, you got your own place, you don't sleep around--" "HEY!" "--and you know, like, ALL the myths.  You're perfect.  You're so lucky!"  he finished, patting him on the back as they came around the bend.  Killian did not feel lucky, despite the party atmosphere that seemed to be going.  Coolers were open, beers were out, and Megan had her shirt off.  There was a campfire going and Iain was crouched in front of it with what looked like a weather vane with sausages stuck on all four prongs. 

"You want a dog?"  Jason asked courteously, as they came to a halt.  Killian just stared at him.  "Take it while you can, mate."  he suggested, patting Killian on the chest and walking off to snag a beer and a plate of party food.  Killian felt weak, but not as afraid as he had previously.  Was this some weird sort of initiation or something? "Can you take this thing off my hands?"  he asked, eyeing James, who shook his head. 

"Naw, man.  Sorry.  You'll see when it's time."  was it his imagination, or did James sound apologetic?   His stomach flipflopped, he was afraid again.   "Hey!!"  Megan was bouncing his way.  "Oh my God, you're here."  she was beaming.  It was a bit cool, he noticed, glancing down...coloring..and glancing back up to her face again.  She grinned at him.   "Last chance, pure boy!"  she teased, standing on tiptoe and jiggling on purpose.   "Hey, HEY!!"  Matt snapped at her, and she pouted, turning away.  "You got the robe?" "Yeah, yeah."  she said, tossing her hair with one hand and taking a long gulp of the beer.  "Finished it this morning, you want it now?"  What on earth was going on?  What robe?

The robe, as it turned out, was an off-white thing that looked like it'd been hand-sewn for a college production of A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum, and had probably been made from a bedsheet.  It would have been funny if it hadn't caused another curl of fear in his stomach.  He still tried to laugh it off.  "What the hell is that supposed to be?"  he cracked, as James pulled him around the side of the table.  Then he noticed that James had a knife out.  "Hey, hey, HEY!!"  but James wasn't listening to him. 

"Okay here's the deal.  I'm gonna cut the zip tie and you're gonna put on the robe.  You try and run and I WILL cut you.  So will Keith."  he added casually, and Killian's eyes automatically snapped to Keith, who waved with half a sausage hanging rather lewdly out of his mouth.  He also had a knife.  The fear was back, curling in his stomach.   "I'm not gonna put on the robe."  he said, surprising himself.  Kelly was coming over wiith what looked like a rag.  James sighed.   "You're going to put on the robe." "I'm not gonna-OOGH."  Killian bent double as James' fist sank into his stomach.  He couldn't even block it, and sank down towards the grass. "James!"  Kelly scolded, bending over and starting to wipe the blood off his face.  "Don't damage the goods." "Put on the robe."  James said, and the zip tie was suddenly gone.  Killian looked down at himself.  His arms hurt like hell after being forced behind his back for so long, and he wasn't sure he could put on anything.  Kelly was still scrubbing at his face. 

"God, what happened to your face, you look awful."  she said.   "It's sore."  Killian snapped, twisting his face out of her grasp.  "HEY!!"  he yelled.  James had evidently grown impatient and had sliced up the back of his shirt.   "Put on the--" "OKAY!!" The robe was not made from a bedsheet.  It was slightly scratchy against his skin, and felt almost like burlap.  It came down to his ankles and he felt stupid standing there.   "Jeans off."  James said. "Are you kidding?" "Jeans off."   Killian glared at him, and worked his jeans off under the thing.  He felt stupid.  Aside from all that, there was still that curl of fear working its way up his stomach.  James had hit him.  They had knives.   James put the knife in his pocket, and took hold of Killians arm. 

"I'm serious about the hot dog, do you want one?"  Trey asked, popping back up.  Killian just stared at him.  He thought about punching him in the face, but dismissed that idea, his mind touching on the knife again.   The sun was beginning to set, and the party atmosphere was getting rowdier.  Kelly had her shirt off too, and most of the food was gone, but there seemed to be an almost endless supply of beer....none of which was offered to him.  He wasn't sure he would have turned that down.  James and Keith followed him around like hulking bodyguards, which he supposed they were.  Someone had produced a radio, and the strains of music were enough to quell the fear in his stomach....until an hour later.  They were lighting what looked like torches shoved into the ground, making a ring of fire, and now Andrew was holding up his hands.  Trey slipped into the circle next to Killian and elbowed him in the side. "Here we go, man, you ready?" "Ready for WHAT?"  Killian snapped back.  No, he wasn't ready.  "I swear to god, Trey if this is all some elaborate joke I'm going to kick your face in."  Trey looked offended at the suggestion.

Andrew was making some sort of speech.  Killian had tuned out the first part but now it registered that he was talking about HIM and looked up sharply. "....to find one pure of motives and relatively pure of soul.  It may not be the perfect gift, but it is one that we have looked six years for.  We've been struggling along in the dark places of this world, all of us looking for something--" "WOO!!" came someone's voice from the back.  Andrew waved his arm for silence. "...All of us looking for something!  And six years ago we found it!  And tonight, we will ingratiate ourselves into its presence with this gift of a pure heart."  he concluded, gesturing over at Killian.

Oh hell no.

Killian had just decided that this was NOT an elaborate initiation of some kind, and to hell with the knives he was OUT of here....when James grabbed one arm and Keith grabbed the other.   "Hey...no...not doing this...whatever the hell you're doing, I'm not going to be a part of it..."  he muttered with a lot less force than he wanted to have put into his words, but that curl of fear in his stomach had turned into a bonfire that was choking its way into his throat.  Andrew was still speaking, but Killian couldn't hear it over the roaring in his ears. 

"Time to go, man."  Trey said, clapping him on the back and yanking a torch out of the ground.  He was insane, they were all insane. "Let GO!  Let me go!!  This isn't okay, man, this isn't right!"  Killian found his voice and started shouting.  They were going back down a path and the ocean came into view.  The beach was down some hundred feet or so, and Killian confined his struggles...though he did try to knock Keith off the narrow path and over the side.   "I don't care if it's against the rules, I WILL bust your face again, you try and push me!"  Keith snapped, yanking him off his feet.  He felt the robe rip a little around his knees. 

"Bite me, you crazy bastard!  You're all going to jail, I swear to God..."  Killian panted, as the first of them spilled onto the beach.  The torches were the only source of light and he could see the waves crashing on a very rocky shore.  Beyond that, was something huge, and dark.  A cave? It was definitely a cave, he could see that as he got closer.  Once they got down off the winding descent, he increased his efforts to pull free, though he didn't have the slightest clue where the hell he was going to run.  Back up, he guessed.  Maybe he could get the knife from James....

"Come ON...."  James all but snarled, yanking him on the arm and jerking him off balance again.  It was only now that he got a good look at what they were dragging him towards.  The cave entrance had been kept well clear off, but about twenty feet in front of it were stacked a few wooden pallets, making a makeshift platform.  And in the center of that...

"Oh, no....no, no, no, no, no....no, you can't be serious, you're not doing this, we're NOT DOING THIS!"  his voice had risen an octave at the sight of the thing, and the secluded location, torches, and robe suddenly clicked into one horrible, completely batshit crazy realization.  He didn't even realize he was laughing hysterically until Trey elbowed him in the ribs. "Hey, don't lose it now, dude...." "No, no, no, no, no, no, no!!"  Killian rattled, digging his legs into the sand and rocks, trying to get some, any purchase on them.  He couldn't, he was getting closer.  He yanked so hard on Keith that the younger man almost fell and he was sure he'd pulled his own shoulder out of socket, the pain was so intense.

"HELP!!"  he finally started screaming, as they wrestled him up on the platform.  The tall, wooden pole looked like it had been a street light pole at some point, but they had cut it near the top, leaving six feet of smooth wood, about a foot in diameter at the bottom and tapering upwards.  He was slammed up against it, and Keith and James pulled his arms back behind as Killian thrashed.

"Hey, hey, calm down."  Trey was trying to reason with him.  "It's just an offering, you won't feel much of it, okay?  It's really important....you know the myths, you know how important it is.  You're gonna be famous, we're gonna sing about this for YEARS...." "YOU FUCKING CRAZY ASSHOLE!  GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, LET ME GO!  HELP!!"  Killian screamed again, kicking out at whoever was close and feeling a moment's gratification at the pained grunt from Keith.  Or James.  He couldn't tell.  His shoes and socks were being taken off. 

"STOP!  PLEASE, STOP!!"  But they weren't stopping, the zip ties were back, around his wrists and he was left there, his shoulders on fire from his struggling, and his vision was starting to go sparkly around the edges from sheer, black fear as he watched one of the others approach with the torch.

They were going to burn him at the stake.  

[princeonyx]

Toxic Black people and their toxic fascination with whiteness, & interracial relationships, and understanding black politics

I as a SGL Problack man, can’t and don’t find a black man who has dated white or non-black men attractive because when you are with a white man you are submissive to him, he has power over you, i don’t care if that hurts your feelings for those of you sensitive black men and pasty mayo ghost dog bitch made ass white boys. If you are truly as problack as you say, then cut out the fascination for whiteness!

you can’t be problack and your penis/vagina is “all lives matter”

you can’t be problack and your dating options are open to all

no matter how big your fro is, how many ankhs you wear, black power fist necklaces you wear, how much you put your black fist in the air, go to the rallies and protest, wear fresh, clean and unwrinkled dashikis, you can’t be problack if you date white/non-black! not sorry! stay mad! i say that because in order to be problack you can’t half-step and half-ass on the issues of police brutality, racism, colorism, etc. and when it comes to those who are in IR’s they half-step and half-ass because they don’t wanna upset or make their non-black partner uncomfortable which is fucking stupid, there in turn you can’t really be problack and speak on these issues wholeheartedly because both of your feet aren’t planted within the black community!

Get out of your feelings and understand what i am saying, if you can’t then fuck off and have a nice pathetic life. loyalty and black politics is missing when it comes to those of you fake problack folks claiming to be down for your people when in actuality you are not. if you want to be in an interracial union, then go ahead but understand that in order to be with someone non-black, you do not have a seat at the table with us, black people, nor do you have a seat at the table with your non-black partner’s people either, in order to be with your non-black partner you have to forfeit your blackness, black culture and that’s just the truth. black love is hated on and shamed till this very day don’t debate me on this when you know it’s true! if you are truly about fighting for the black community you must understand these black politics, points of privilege, points of power! interracial relationships isn’t as simple as “oh the black men likes white women” “the black women dating them white boys” there’s more to it than that! there’s a power play involved, there’s power in that. the black men that want white women want to be white men because they’ve brought into the idea of patriarchy created by white supremacy via white men! As far as black women there’s a fascination with white women that needs to stop, why is it you may ask do black women take the side of white women such as Tiffany Jolene who went in on black men, and you saw many black women propping her up “go white sis” “preach sis” “you tell em”, etc. that’s a problem! this white mayo ghost dog bitch disrespected black men, yet black women rooted for her and cheered her on via social media, she’s no better than that Veronica Wells bitch who called all black men (including black boys who grow into men) terrorists (another bitch for another time), s.n. tiffany jolene also attacks black women online as quiet as it is kept...but back to the point are black women also trying to be the white woman and get closer to the white man? black men as seen in statistics are twice as likely to marry and date outside the race than black women are. 

another s.n. black people can’t culturally appropriate anything because we are no the dominate culture, just like we can’t be racist it’s that fucking simple we can only assimilate those are symptoms of victimization and oppression and white supremacy!

again back to the point...don’t confused these docile, submissive, broken back, sub-males you see, encounter, interact with and date, with real black men who are comfortable in his blackness, gender, their heterosexuality, respects black women, and represents good black manhood. yes we have poison in our community as stated before black men who often times are insecure about their blackness have brought into the idea of patriarchy thinking they have a seat at the table with white men (which is a fallacy and so false), and they lack confidence in their black manhood, have not be trained right, they been taught by white supremacy via white teachers and coaches they were taught to submit to these white men! NFL is a perfect example, we tell our young black boys and men you are big, black, strong, and football is your way out or poverty, your way out of the circumstances you were born into and all you gotta do is submit to white men because although 70% of the NFL are black players, the coaches and owners are all typically white! and as a result you have these black men who were brought up and taught to submit to white men and have NO SECURITY IN THEIR BLACK MANHOOD! Becoming nearly as toxic as these white men they model themselves after these white men! this leaves us with broken black men who have no foundation in blackness so of course they are gonna find white women and men (for those who are gay) attractive and appealing! however when you know your people, know thyself, your confident and knowledgeable, know your power and politics you know better! yes i will admit i have found white guys attractive in the past, talked to them via dating apps, etc. but it is because there was something in me that was broken, something was wrong, a cloud in judgment, an error like a computer/laptop system...for those of you who are in IR’s and will come across this post you need to get out of your feelings cause you are only going to get hurt thinking this post is about you, miss me with your butt hurt feelings! if you want to be with a white man or woman go ahead as i stated before, go ahead fall in love with that person but understand you can’t sit with us anymore, you can’t claim to be problack. this isn’t mean, this is being smart, being political this is how it should be, once you choose your mate you’ve shown where your politics lay. this is the art of war, you can’t have radical black politics and be in an interracial union! white people are inherently racist due to what society perpetuates. there are power dynamics in dating, relationships and marriage. you can’t condemn a black man for being with a white woman when you are just as addicted to said white woman or man even though you aren’t sleeping with that person yourself! in an interracial union your white partner has power over you no matter what, that’s the truth, let them calls cops cause they mad at you, and let’s see the end result, to be with them you are bowing down to white supremacy! there’s hardly any loyalty among black men and women nowadays these cancers need to nuked and cut out! they will not change! they are toxic, subscribing to patriarchy trying to get the white woman in order to get close to the white man’s ass and be him! and that’s unattractive to me! black men understand this, white/non-white and non-black people be they latino, asian, indian, etc. shouldn’t be doing or saying anything harmful to black women or children when they walk down the street, there needs to be more protection of black women and children! black men need to step up and do better, these toxic black men need to go! if we don’t get rid of them, if black men don’t step up the way black women have been stepping up and constantly protecting you CIS gender black men then our race will continue to be in danger! black men, black women, black people do better!

[tsvitok]

Widowmaker.

Commissioned work. NSFW.

Amelie Lacroix (Widowmaker) seduces a young Overwatch agent into offering up information that her new Talon overlords could desperately use.

Warning: contains references to cheating, as Amelie is a married woman.

Amelie slipped through the base, unseen. Though she could be expected here, it was better no-one saw her as she passed through. It was late-afternoon, the sunset painted Gibraltar  in orange and pink while the lights slowly started to spring on across the Watchpoint. The immense hangar hidden in the Rock was still buzzing with worker drones. A single one of them stood out as he crossed the main floor and towards the maintenance offices.

Amelie followed, careful not to be seen.

The young man was the chief maintenance technician, busy as a bee and knowledgeable to the comings and goings of the Overwatch aircraft fleet. He stopped at his office, two storeys above the main floor, which looked out through a wall-wide window to the hangar below. She watched him from the doorway for a moment, thinking through what she had to do.

"Bonjour Monsieur Sparks."

The young man turned his head, he had been watching his workers with a childish delight.

"Amelie? Uh, sorry, Hello Mrs Lacroix."

"Oh, please Lee, call me Amelie. It sounds so good coming off your tongue."

The brown-haired boy blushed, his delicate pasty-white features bright scarlet with just the sound of her voice.

"Uh-um, can I help you?"

"Oui," she shut the door behind her, "I have much to discuss."

He gestured towards his desk, which sat to the side of the room, truly more a table than anything else. They both sat down and he tried desperately to hold her gaze. She smoldered right through him.

“You do a good job here.”

“Um, thank you.”

She leaned back in her chair, and silently slipped off her high-heels.

“But there is something on my mind.”

He looked away, down at the papers on his desk, “Is there?”

Her foot explored very suddenly against his leg.

"I have been wondering for some time, Lee."

He was frozen stiff, uncertainty - no, horror at what was happening.

"What would it be like with you?"

She was a married woman, she was married to Gerard! What would happen if he found out she was doing this? That man wasn't exactly known for being pleasant - not with how many Talon heads had been rolling lately.

"Wi-with me?" he gulped.

"Imagine it," Amelie's foot crept up his leg, between his thighs, oh how desperately he wanted to clamp his legs shut and end this now, but he didn't.

"You, and me," then her foot pressed firmly against his groin, her toes curving around his already hard shaft, "this thick, long cock inside me."

He was sweating, slowly dying, unable to feel his fingers as they clawed against the desk.

"Gerard, he doesn't satisfy me anymore. A plaything, he lets me have my way with him like a toy."

Lee's mouth was dry.

"But I have been watching you, the way you order about your men, so forceful and bold."

"I-"

Her foot rubbed against him, feeling every inch of his shaft, "What would you give to have your way with me?"

"M-my way? With you?"

"Oui, my body - yours, I would be as they say, your slave."

Vivid images flashed through his mind, of all the things he had ever wanted to do with a woman. Amelie in chains, worshipping him, adoring him - hungry for him and begging for his mercy as he pounded her thick ass into a euphoric coma. Then, unconscious he would cover her pretty little face with his seed and admire the way the collar look around her neck.

"My slave..." he liked the sound of it. But then his conscious ate away at his fantasy. She was married and, women weren't objects to be owned.

"I-I'm not-"

Her foot pressed hard against him, he trembled with desire.

"I can give you a taste, if you are uncertain, a small sample to whet your appetite."

She smiled, her beautiful blue lips curving seductively as she eased her foot along him again.

"All you need to do, Lee, is let me show you."

"Ah," his conflicted mind worked slower than his lust, "what do I need to do?"

"Pull out your cock."

He unbuckled, unzipped and grabbed hold of himself quicker than he could take a breath. Her foot had already begun its dance, and he let his hands return to the desk for support. A chill ran through him, she was cold but her feet were silk, so unnaturally soft that she must not walk. A goddess like her doesn't dirty herself by walking, they float across the surface with grace and majesty. Amelie watched him, staring into his eyes, smouldering him down. Completely bored with the whole exercise, but somehow thrilled. An enigma, as was how she managed to get both her feet up against him with so much as a strained expression on her soft face.

"Ah."

Her feet wrapped around him, the arches curling perfectly around his shaft.

"You are bigger than I hoped, cher. So thick and long."

"T-thanks," he groaned, the feel of her dulled his senses.

She so sweetly rubbed along his entire length, slowly and surely, enjoying every millimetre before sliding back down to start again.

"Tell me when you're close."

He had started close. He clenched his jaw and struggled down the overwhelming urge building up. He'd die of embarrassment if he came so quickly. But her feet, oh gods they were beautiful, soft, delicate but firm. They knew everything he wanted and when she suddenly started to stroke him faster, he couldn't hold on.

"I! I'm!"

Then she stopped and his body ground to a halt, the smallest part of him leaked out but the rest was trapped.

"Uhhh, no please-"

"I said a taste, you need only beg to have me finish."

Lee's mouth opened but only a dull whimper escaped as he tried to express all the different ways he needed her. Her feet, her breasts, her ass. He wanted to lick every centimetre of her down, taste her from head to toe and fuck every piece of her. She was a drug and after a single hit he was hooked.

And, when she touched him again he could feel her in his veins.

Her feet pressed against him, one along his shaft and its toes rubbing around his head while the other cupped his balls and seemed to weigh him. He was free, but it wasn't satisfying - he needed more even as his balls drained over her toes and down her foot.

"Now, command me," Amelie licked her lips. Her skin was starting to look a little blue, or had he not noticed?

"Command. I-" he could feel his confidence rising a little as he imagined what he could make her do, it rose in unison with his dick, "Come under the desk and clean me off."

Without hesitation she obeyed, disappearing gracefully underneath and very eagerly reappeared between his legs. He could only see the top of her head, but it was the perfect view as her tongue ran up along his shaft and she wrapped her slender fingers around his base. Her hands were icy, but so strangely refreshing, like she had been holding ice. Yet her tongue was hot velvet against his skin, soft and alluring. Wetness stained into him as she polished his head, the chill quickly became thrilling as her spit coated his cock from tip to base and she worked along his shaft with her slick hand. She descended further, letting him rest upon her face as she cleaned his balls, one was enough to fill her mouth as the other rubbed against her chin. His heavy shaft slapped against her pretty face, her slow strokes left wet marks along her nose and across her forehead.

"Alright, that's enough. Now I want you to swallow."

She let him go, "Ah, with pleasure."

Amelie let her tongue guide her to his tip, then she wrapped her tips around his head. For a moment she lingered, her tongue circling him a she slowly pushed down against him. He felt the back of her throat, and her first silent gag. She kept going, his head was down her throat before her first splutter, then when he was halfway down she clutched his legs. Her lips caressed the base of his cock, his balls against her chin. She held him there, there was a hard rolling of her tight throat as she gagged against him.

He found himself complimenting her, "Good girl."

And happy, she rose for air.

"Keep going, I want to feel you choke on my dick."

"Bien, Master."

His body trembled, he liked the way she said that. Mas-teur. Amelie pushed herself down again, sinking to the depths, eyes watering and spit leaking from between her lips and his skin. She gagged so beautifully against him, an almost whimper to her sounds. And a slobbering as she came up for air once her lungs burned and she couldn't handle any longer.

"I want to feel your neck tighten when I come down that pretty little throat of yours."

She tried again, he could feel her tighten, her body fighting against him. But she couldn't do it. She came up gasping, coughing, and with watering eyes she looked up at him.

"Hold me."

A dangerous strain of thought crossed his mind, and when she forced herself down again, he couldn't help but indulge it. He wrapped his hand around her throat, he could feel himself bulging through her slender neck. His other hand pressed firmly down to keep her there as she gagged and choked and brought him slowly closer. It grew intense as her body started to fight him, her gags trying harder and harder to push him out. Then she started fighting him, pushing against him but with no strength to actually do it. Her struggles only made it worse, the desire increased and the feel of it... he was so close. But the sensations faded as she weakened, she was growing closer to the edge. But he was so close himself, just a little longer. He grabbed her firmly with both hands and worker her along his shaft himself, the tightness of her neck, the wetness of her kiss, the increasing limpness of her struggle. He tightened and struggled himself trying harder and harder to finish. And when he did, his whole body trembled, emptying himself deep in Amelie's throat. Satisfying himself, and filling her up. He held her down a little while longer just to make sure she got every little drop. She swallowed it all, and lazily unsheathed him from her throat. She panted softly, then violently sucked down lungfuls of fresh air.

"Good, good girl."

He left her still in a stupor to lock the door and darken the window, before returning and dragging her out from under the table and into his desk chair.

"Sorry if I got a little rough."

"Don't be," she wheezed, wiping away the spit dribbling down her chin, "I like it rough."

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Amelie smirked, her blue lipstick smeared down her chin, “Ah, petit garcon doux, do not worry about that now come, let me show you how much more I have to offer.”

Amelie was wearing a dark purple blouse, now stained with spots of saliva. She removed it. Her pure, pale skin underneath had the same hint of blue to it as her face, and the softness of it washed away all the lines that should have made up her slender frame. She was a ballet dancer, her stomach was tight and her muscles strong, but there was no firmness to her at first glance. Her bra had a class to it far outweighing the situation, with glass beads woven into the hems and a lacy trim that was perfectly fitted to her. She didn’t pause there though, she reached between her breasts to unhook her bra and revealed them to him. He struggled to stand, the blood rushed from his legs so quickly.

“How do you like them?”

He loved them, “Can I touch them?”

“We’re a little late in the day for that, aren’t we?”

He blushed, reminded of his place. He should be grovelling at her feet, those perfect feet. He actually wanted to feel them again, but that almost felt like eating another amuse bouche when the main course was laid out before him.

“Come,” she took him by the hand and gracefully pulled him into the chair as she slipped from it, “there will be time for touching.”

Amelie took a seductive step away before she turned to face him, her hands cupped her breasts, just enough that her hands were filled with the soft, pillowy flesh. Then she let go and they jiggled into place, perfectly. He was almost tempted to take himself, he was getting so hard just looking at her.

“Take off your clothes, mon cher, it is only fair.”

That was true, and he nearly ripped off his shirt. Amelie clenched her jaw to keep it from dropping. The young man was, delicieux… she wanted to lick her lips. The thick, firm muscles on his slender frame, chiseled into hard athletic abs. A hard, firm body to hold against her. She found herself, very suddenly, very wet.

“Mon dieu,” she fanned herself, exaggeratedly, “let’s stop playing games.”

He seemed to agree, he pulled his pants off, struggling only for a moment before he was entirely naked before her. She would prefer to put on a show herself, turning to show off her elegant back and the way her body curved down to her full rear.

“Wow…”

A sly smirk crossed her lips when she heard him, she had him right where she wanted him.

“Tell me Lee, you are the one who fixes all the aircraft around here correct?”

He sounded confused, “Uh, yeah. Why?”

“I am curious, I like pillow talk even if we do not have pillows.”

“Pillow talk?” he swallowed hard, “Like, what?”

“Well,” she put her hands on her belt, her tight black jeans were the only thing between him and nirvana, “I often play a game, Gerard does not like it, but it… I cannot help it, it makes me so… what is the word.”

“Wet?” she let him fill in.

“Oui, I love it, it turns me on so much.”

“What is it?” he offered with the eagerness of a starving puppy, if she told him to clean the floor with his tongue he would.

“Gerard tells me secrets,” she turned her head to nearly whisper to him, he had to learn closer to her to hear her, “things I am not meant to know.”

“L-like what?”

“Oh, I don’t know, perhaps about his job, like what he is going to do tomorrow. Or about where he is headed next.”

“I don’t do anything like that,” he was crushed.

“Don’t you? You know nothing about things, such as who will be flying on what aircraft?”

And there was a bright spark in his eyes, then a crippling choice, “I can’t tell you that.”

“Oh, really? Such a shame.”

She turned away from him, it wouldn’t take much, his resolve was so weak - so malleable.

“I suppose, I should just get it over with then.”

She rattled with her belt, taunting him. She could feel him squirm, his moralities conflicting.

“I-I don’t want you to do anything-“ he stopped himself.

“Non, I do, it is just,” she covered up her breasts before turning to him, “not the same…”

She gave him the saddest expressions he could muster, then turned back around and unbuckled her belt.

“I… really shouldn’t but, you’re not going to tell anyone.”

“Of course not,” she let herself sound slightly perked, letting him ignore the obvious fact she was clearly not trustworthy - she was cheating on her husband.

“I know where the commander is going tomorrow.”

She nearly choked, she hadn’t even had to prompt it - “Oh?”

“Yeah, he’s going to Egypt.”

Merde… did that mean Overwatch knew about…?

“Mhmm, it is so naughty - don’t you feel it?”

He did, he guessed.

“Tell me more, how is he getting there?”

She pushed down her jeans, squeezing out of them. She had to bend over to do so, and gave him the perfect view of her carefully chosen underwear. Jet black against her pale white skin, lace cradling her huge round butt. He couldn’t help but touch himself, gently stroking himself as he watched that ass shake in front of him as she worked her feet from the legs of her jeans.

“The Aurora.”

“How is that?” she turned her head to look at him, “Wait! Naughty boy, no touching yourself.”

He pulled his hand away, chastised, then realised, “I thought you wanted me to be in charge.”

“Oh sweet boy, you will be.”

She bent again to pull down her underwear. And he received a front row view to her, every part of her. The gentle curve of her ass cheeks, the tight vee of her thighs pressing together, the full lips of her pussy - already dewing up from their pillow talk.

“Now, where were we?”

Amelie stood, but did not turn, instead she put a hand on her hip and turned her head to look at him from the corner of her eye.

“What is the Aurora?”

“The plane in the hangar they’re working on.”

She looked at the window, but it had been blacked out, she would need to look at it later.

“I see, but that is not so exciting now is it.”

“Uh, um, Captain Amari is going as well!”

That was better, “Oh?”

She turned to face him, stepped in and then turned again. He was a honeypot, and she would prove her worth to her new bosses.

“I wonder why she is going,” she gyrated her hips in wide, smooth circles.

“You’re so beautiful.”

She pushed her rear against his face, giving him a moment to drink in her scent before she sat in against his lap, his cock teasing against her folds.

He held the arms of his chair, desperate not to touch her and ruin anything, until she herself dragged them around to cup her breasts. She was exactly how he had imagined, soft and heavy against his fingers. She squished against him, his arms curled around her chest and he leaned in to kiss her neck.

Amelie reached down to guide him inside her, sliding slowly down along his length. She was tight, wet, and hot. Every part of her was cold against his skin, except her pussy. They both groaned, him for her feel and her from his size. Amelie let her head fall forward, one hand against her stomach and the other holding her halfway up his length. He reached so deep.

“Ahh, Lee… isn’t this so divine?”

Lee gritted his teeth, she was divine. She didn’t have to do anything but sit there, with him deep inside her, his hands against her chest and her ass against his lap. That was all he wanted to know.

Then Amelie moved, her body rising slowly, relenting him inch by inch. Her tight pussy gripped him all the way and resisted him as she pushed back down. Her hips wiggled to thrust him deep. She rode him in small, shallow thrusts. He held her tightly, and she held him deeply, the moans that escaped her lips made it hard to think.

He tried to kiss her neck, she even arched her neck for him and brushed her hair out of the way, but he couldn’t help but moan as she drove him deep. Her skin slapped against his, and her chest trembled against his hands as she came. She whimpered, a weak and pathetic sound that only stirred him on.

“Fill me.”

He didn’t have much choice in that matter, he came the moment she ordered him. His thick, creamy load flooding her womb. Oh Amelie, her body so softly broken against his own. She lay resting against him, a slight arch to her as she enjoyed the feel of him inside her. Warm and wet, his still hard cock deep and her pussy clenching around him to hold him there.

“Perfect.”

She turned her head to kiss his cheek, and caressed his jaw with slender fingers.

“But I do not think you are done yet.”

He could spend the rest of his life like this.

“Tell me, cher, what is left for you to do to me?”

It was currently pressed against his lap, “Your ass.”

She perked up, an indignant look on her face, he worried she’d slap him for suggesting it.

“Ah,” she chuckled, “that does not come cheaply.”

“You-you’ll do it?”

“Of course, there is nothing better in the world.”

Amelie turned her head to smirk to herself.

“What do I have to do?”

“Oh, sweet boy, for you - just tell me. I am so curious, and you know how I am with these things.”

“Yes?”

“Tell me, why are they going to Egypt?”

He paused, confused, then, “The commander?”

“Oui, I did not think he went on missions any longer.”

Lee’s gut roiled, but the way she embraced him was stronger than any ill feelings or conscience that troubled him. She wouldn’t tell anyone.

“I only know what they asked me to do.”

“Yes?”

“Well, they asked me to fit the plane for a rescue mission.”

“Intriguing, but who?”

“I don’t know,” he sweated, “no-one has said anything.”

“Oh, sweet Lee. I trust you, don’t you trust me?”

“I do.”

She smiled, caressing his cheek, “Bien, I believe you. I guess I will just find when my husband tells me.”

“Oh… oh no, don’t-“

She tsked, “Uh, uh, do not worry. I’d never tell him about us. But, you have been good, and so…”

Amelie rose, allowing him to slip from her pussy - a trickle of his cream followed. She brushed aside the work on his desk to give herself room, and took his hand to press against her back. He didn’t need any more prompting.

Lee shoved her down against his desk, her face pressed against the cold metal. One hand on her head to hold her down as the other guided himself in towards her ass.

“Ahh, that’s it. Take me!”

Even from beneath him, she could command him. Amelie reached back to part her cheeks for him. His tip pushed against her, her ass was tight but he was eager. He slowly eased inside her, a few centimetres at first and then half his length before she was too tight to go on.

Amelie's ass was a vice, hot and beautiful. Her cheeks curved around him, her hole clenched as he made shallow thrusts. He worked himself deeper, and deeper, until she eased and accepted him in.

Amelie bit her lip, holding down her squeals. It was truly her greatest delight to have her ass packed, to feel that fullness only a hard cock in her backdoor could bring her. And Lee was surprising good at it.

"Oh, cher, how are you so good?"

He wrapped his fingers through her long black hair and yanked back her head. At the same time her thrust to his hilt inside her ass. She lost grip and slammed her hands against the desk - holding on for dear life as suddenly Lee found his stride. It was a rough and wild one, his cock slamming deep inside her, balls slapping against her slippery slit. His free hand happily squeezed her cheeks as he rammed her, as his other pulled her hair.

"Ahh! ~<3"

She squealed sweet heavenly ecstasy, it filled the room and haunted his mind. He couldn't think of anything but the feel of her, the smell of her, the desire to taste her. Oh, but the sounds - those would be enough to pleasure himself to once she had gone back to her husband.

And then, he came. A final, thick, gooey load pumped deep inside her ass and he was spent. He puffed, she moaned as the feel of him slipped from her. His warmth and wetness lingered. Her ass now slightly gaping, her pussy creamy. He sat back in his chair and admired her one last time. She truly was beautiful, even overflowing with his spunk she had an untouchable grace.

"Oh, Lee."

Her ass was now oozing his cum, a thick pie of white cream spilled out. A trail of it was running down her legs.

"Perhaps, next week we can find some time to be alone."

He was too far gone to stop now, "Yes, please."

Amelie eased up to her feet, and picked up her underwear.

"We can find somewhere nice, I can walk about topless, and you can take your time to please me with your tongue."

She sold to him the ideal as she pulled on her panties and then her jeans.

"We can lie in bed for hours, you can hold me while we sleep."

Then she put on her bra.

"We can drink wine and I can show you all the different ways I can please a man."

He swallowed, trying not to imagine - he needed a rest. She pulled on her sweater and sat down to put on her shoes.

"And then, I will let you take me in every way you can imagine. But that is for another day. For now, try not to think of me too much. You have work to do."

She leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. Then left him there to handle himself. She was barely out the door before he set to work thinking about her with dick in hand.

In the centre of the hangar, a large aircraft dominated the floor. Amelie was quick to memorise the code written on the fuselage before she slipped from the hangar and back to the apartment she shared with her husband. Without even trying she had found something that would save her Talon friends a lot of trouble, and now she just had to report it.