#gem eye nye

[missredherring]

Touch Me Touch Me Touch Me

Dieter Bravo x Fat!F!Reader

Rating: R

Word Count: 3.4k

Contents: pwp. established relationship. free use. dom/sub vibes. oral sex (f receiving). unprotected piv sex. creampie. breeding kink. dirty talk. audio erotica. sex toys. Dieter being dramatic.

Summary: “How long do you want this?” You adjust his kerchief to indicate your meaning.

“All day. We don’t have other plans.” He offers and shudders when you bury your nose in his neck, nuzzling at the skin at the edge of the fabric. 

“Good. All you have to do is take it off.” You remind him, as you always do. He nods and you reward him with a bruising suck right over his carotid artery that makes him whimper.

A/N: I guess not being able to sleep is good for something since my tired brain wondered why there isn't more character free use fic out there. I've always seen reader free use, and while that's hot, we shouldn't ignore the opportunities of turning the tables with our favs.

Of course Dieter was first in line. Happy NYE!

Does this still count as free use if she's not actually fucking him silly everywhere and makes sure he's on board with that she wants?

Many thanks and noisy cheek smooches to @covetyou for helping with brainstorming and feedback and being patient as I sent her snippets to gauge if I was on the right path with this or not. She's a gem.

This isn't a paid ad for the Quinn app, but it is a heavy recommendation. The bolded dialogue is from "First Time Staying the Night," written and performed by Hydrated Baritone.

Not beta'd, any mistakes are my own. Let me know if I've missed any contents.

Divider by @saradika-graphics.

He waits until you’re in the shower to put it on. It’s a scrap of fabric he accidentally took home from set one day. Hurriedly yanked off and shoved into the deep pockets of his robe, forgotten until you’d pulled it out later. 

It was just a kerchief, but now it’s a signal used between you two to indicate Dieter’s consent to be used in any way that comes to your delightful mind. He’s only had a handful of chances to wear it, but today is a perfect opportunity.

His dick is tingling with anticipation when you come into the bedroom, fresh from the shower. 

Dieter is even posed in the way he knows entices you the most: lounging on the bed, propped up on a body pillow with one leg crossed over the other to show off the curves of his ass and belly.

Any second now you’ll look over and see him, see what he’s wearing and pounce on him. He can’t wait… but it’s taking more than the few seconds he’d allotted for, you haven’t even glanced his way, and any patience he had is gone.

He opens his mouth to say something but shuts it just as quickly. His eyes narrow. This is a special occasion: thanks to the liminal space of time between Christmas and New Year’s your schedules have actually allowed you some time off at home. Together. For a week. A whole week. And you haven’t even noticed he’s wearing his Free Use kerchief!

He can’t even enjoy the view of you standing naked in front of the wardrobe while you decide what to wear today. The morning light is playing over your body, emphasizing the texture of your dimpled thighs and casting all that soft skin in warm tones he knows he could recreate with his paints if he got the mixture just right.

Now you’ve gone and covered up all that lovely skin he wants to feel against his own and everything is worse.

He’s pouting now, rolling out of his seductive pose to lay flat on his back and scratch at the sliver of skin exposed to the air when his shirt rides up. 

You’re making an annoyed sound, so you must be trying to put your socks on without sitting down first. You’re stubborn like that, but your balance is shit and you always end up leaning against something while trying to put on socks with one hand or hopping around to not fall. 

Hopping it is today, he thinks as you land face-first into the bedding next to him. You climb onto the bed and stick your leg up in the air to finish the sock job. One is half way on your foot and the other is caught on your toes. Once they’re on you wiggle your feet and finally- FINALLY turn to look at him. 

“You’re being too quiet over here, Dieter. What’s-”

His eyes snap to your face when your sentence trails off. Your mouth is parted and he can see the pink of your tongue peaking out. The urge to shove his own tongue down your throat is strong, but the fabric pressing against his Adam’s apple when he swallows is a reminder that this is free use for you, not him. He still wets his lips in an attempt to put the idea in your mind subliminally. He’s read about that. You do look up at his lips and lick your own in response, but just as quickly your eyes are back on the cloth around his neck.

“Oh, Dieter. Just waiting for me, huh?” You reach out and rub the tail of the fabric between two fingers. 

“Ye-hnngh,” His answer is gargled when you tug on the fabric, moving your fingers up under the knot, and leading him to close the distance between you. You tug him along, moving him right where you want him: draped over you. You don’t tell him to, but he takes the initiative to rearrange his limbs, spreading his legs wide so he can straddle you more comfortably and resting his forearms by your head. 

“Mm-mm,” You tsk at him and give him a disapproving look. You were being nice before, but now you yank on the kerchief and bring his full weight down on you, making you both grunt. He’s amazed by it every time, how perfectly the two of you fit like this: hips slotted together, chests pressed flat with no room between your bodies. Just how you both like it. “Better.”

Your eyes are blown wide and he can feel your quickened breathing matching his own as you trace his lips with a fingertip. A nail presses into the line in his bottom lip and his tongue darts out to touch it. You catch it just as quickly, pinching just a little. He winces. 

“Sowwy.” He mumbles and a bead of spit rolls down your fingers. 

“Kiss.” You order and let go. He nods and completes the circuit of lips, sending electric sparks through his body. 

He hasn’t made out so much since he was a kid and discovered what he could do with his dick and how good it felt to do it. Just like in other areas in his life, Dieter went full speed ahead into vice and hardly looked back. But since getting into a relationship with you, he’s slowed down and revisited those softer activities.

You’d told him once, looking at his earring instead of his eyes, when he’d asked you in a frustrated huff why you were so interested on the teenage crap when he was trying to get his dick wet, and you’d replied that you were making up for lost time. You were a late bloomer, making him think of some kind of exotic flower that takes time and dedication to show it’s unfurled glory, and by the time you were active all your partners were interested in were orgasms and not much else. The guilt had been intense, he was surprised his face didn’t melt off with how hot it’d gotten. Dieter had made a promise to himself to slow down and be the partner you deserved to experience whatever caught your interest on the sexual spectrum with. Sometimes he even keeps that promise and you are good enough(too good for him) to forgive him when he doesn’t. 

He finds he likes a nice make out session. It quiets his mind and puts him in an almost zen like state where all he has to think about is how to keep breathing and kissing you at the same time.

It’s starting now: that squishy feeling that starts in his chest and spreads and spreads and spreads until it changes everything and his body isn’t made of bones and muscles and connective tissue, but wet clay you mold into something new, something put together with care and affection out of the dripping mess of a person he is.

He gives you small sucking pecks that pulls at your lips and makes room for him to slide his between them. He doesn’t know who starts it, but a hum of pleasure is passing between you, exchanging on wet tongues and hot breaths. 

Hips start rocking together and your hands are stroking up and down his back, kneading the muscles of his shoulders when they reach them. You pull away and don’t allow his mouth to chase yours in an effort to recapture them.

“How long do you want this?” You adjust his kerchief to indicate your meaning.

“All day. We don’t have other plans.” He offers and shudders when you bury your nose in his neck, nuzzling at the skin at the edge of the fabric. 

“Good. All you have to do is take it off.” You remind him, as you always do. He nods and you reward him with a bruising suck right over his carotid artery that makes him whimper.

It turns into a whole body effort from you: your legs and arms holding him in a tight squeeze as you inhale deeply. You hold him tight for a handful of heartbeats and then you wiggle to the side, shoving him a little in your effort to get out from under him as you roll off the bed and onto your feet.

You straighten your clothes and pluck up your phone from the nightstand before leaving the room without another touch, glance, or word to him. 

Dieter gapes at you, his kiss-swollen mouth forming a truly impressive pout as he watches your swaying hips disappear. 

Nothing he tries to entice you into taking advantage of him works. 

He washes and dries all the dishes, making sure to put on a show of stretching to show off his body when he puts them away. He knows these pants makes his ass look great, and sure enough, he can feels your eyes on him, but when he looks up you’re still on the couch.

He exercises in the living room until he’s covered in sweat. The music the instructor picked for this segments would be good to fuck to, but you don’t push him down to the floor or even cop a feel when you walk past him to get a drink as he’s folding himself up into one of the more suggestive yoga poses.

When Dieter goes to clean up in the shower he leaves the door open but you don’t take the invitation. All that comes through the door is cold air and he shuts the water off after a quick scrub. The only things going down the drain are water and soap suds. 

With a heavy sigh he flops down onto the couch and grabs the script for the next project he’d signed up for in the new year. Cheaters are fished out of a decorative bowl and slipped onto his nose. He swears the font size kept getting smaller, but you’d only smiled and suggested an eye exam. These are the compromise and it only bruises his ego a little bit that they actually make learning his lines easier. Maybe the few gray hairs he’s noticed coming in would turn into the fashionable look and he could get some silver fox roles. It’d be worth it to ask his agent’s opinion. 

The plot isn’t bad. His character’s storyline and arc are solid with only a few holes that he’s sure can be fixed with editing. He blindly gropes for one of the pens he also keeps in the bowl to write down a few notes when the hairs on the back of his neck raise.

He’s being watched.

That’s all the warning he has before the script is tossed away and instead of paper, he has handfuls of you.

Naked you.

God, you’re hot. In looks and temperature. You’re burning and all it takes is a second for him to catch a spark and burn too.

There’s beads of sweat at your hairline and your face is shining with exertion. Your lips are plump and goosebumps are raising all over the skin he can see and feel. There’s a look in your eye that bodes well for his dick.

When you take the cheaters from him too and reach back and drop them back in the bowl the arch of your body pushes your big stomach out even farther. You make such beautiful angles that he just wants to put his mouth, his hands, his dick, his anything on if you'll let him. He wants to be good for you so instead he clamps his hands on your thighs to make sure you don't fall when you straighten up.

“The battery died in my vibrator. So I got another one. That one died, and so did the three other toys I tried. Did you purposefully forget to charge the toys, Dieter?”

“I mean, not on purpose.”

“Did you do it so I would use you as my toy instead?” You grab his cheeks in a firm one-handed grip. “Because you know what kind of plans I had today?”

Did he plan this on the day new audios released from your favorite erotic audio app? Yes, that definitely went into his decision making today. So did your throw away comment about breaking your personal orgasm record.

“I did actually forget to charge the–” His response is cut off by a hard squeeze of your fingers.

“Toys don’t talk,” You say, shoving his headphones into his chest. They’re already plugged into your phone and before you put the earbuds back in your ears you give him a warning. “Make sure you keep up.”

That’s enough for him to release his hold on your hips to put his headphones on. He’s been half hard since you left him dazed on the bed this morning and now he’s fully erect at the sharp press of your nails in his skin. He misses your heat and weight immediately and groans when you slide off him, dragging your thighs over his cock in the process. Pillows are packed between your back and the stylish but unfunctional arms and in order for you to get comfortable. 

Your legs open and he chokes on all the saliva that suddenly floods his mouth. Your pussy is soaked. Glistening with slick that pools at your entrance and around your clit. He knows you moved it up there yourself, teasing the head of a toy at your opening and bringing slick up to lubricate the area around your clit. It’s all kept in place by the swollen lips he wants to suck on. You must’ve been close with the toys, and he knows from experience how frustrating dying batteries can be. For a second he’s almost sorry he ruined your fun, but then you press play on the app and a man’s deep voice takes over. 

“How about I go down on ya? Yea, come on, please? I’d love to taste you. As a matter of fact, I insist. God yes, ok, let me just reposition here. Mm. Spread your legs a little wider for me? There we go. God, your pussy look incredible. Let me kiss my way up to your thigh like this. I can’t get enough of you. Your beauty, your scent, and now… your taste.” 

Ah, this is one of your favorite creators, the one who knows how effective a softly spoken fuck is and who does great Foley work. His kisses and little hums are hypnotic and Dieter has to shake himself when you raise an eyebrow at his lack of movement.

He wants to bury himself in your pussy. It all goes to his head like the highest quality drug. The texture of your slick as he holds your labia open. The scent of you that wafts up and clings to every olfactory receptor that hasn’t been burnt out of his nose. The taste as he collects everything he can see on his tongue to swallow down like a parched man at an oasis. He agrees with the creator: he’ll never get enough of you.

Dieter is a good actor, he’s got the Oscar to prove it, and that means he follows direction well. He’s a second behind the creator’s moves, dipping his tongue into your entrance and humming with his mouth pressed against the hot flesh there, making sure his nose brushes your clit in the process. 

With the headphones in he can’t hear any verbal cues, so he watches you as well as he can from between your legs. The way your hips undulate under his touch, it makes your belly shake and your breasts move up and down with heavy breathing. Your mouth opens on a moan and your eyes slip closed as your head tilts back in pleasure. 

The scene is moving away from the oral he could’ve spent another half hour on, easy. When penetration is mentioned Dieter’s eyes fly to yours to see if you also want that progression, or to stay with his mouth on your clit to make you cum. 

The audio creator is moaning in your ears now, low and unsteady, and it makes you grab your own tit, massaging your hard nipple in the palm of your hand. Making eye contact with him, you nod, and that’s all the permission he needs. 

“Oh, fuck, baby. You feel like heaven. Look into my eyes, baby. I’ve got you. I love you. Oohhhh fuck. Oh my god.”

The sincerity in the voice they’re both listening to is everything he wishes he had the courage to tell you outright and he can’t look away from you in any kind of casual denial. But the thing is, you’re looking at him too. Your hand is in his hair, guiding him up to your mouth to kiss him in the sweetest of ways. Like his tongue hadn’t just been doing circles around your aching clit like it was the F1 Grand Prix and his lead foot is gunning for first place. 

His dick is nudging at your pussy as you kiss and a tweak to his earlobe reminds him of the directions still coming into his ears, so he takes it in hands and finally, after waiting all day, feeds his cock into your hungry pussy.

Again you tilt your head back, but this time he can follow it and see every micro expression that crosses your face as he steadily pushes in deeper and deeper until your bellies are flush against each other. 

The shlock shlock shlock sound signals the creator’s use of a toy with so much lube that the movement of his dick through it is clearly audible in the recording. He’s sure his own dick is making similar noises with how wet you are. Back and forth he starts thrusting in and out of you. It won’t take long for either of you now.

“Yea, yea, fuck yes. Fuck, oh, yes, yea. Mmm. Fuck, I’m close, I’m close. I’m going to cum inside you, yea, yea, yea. Is that what you want? You want me to come so fucking deep in you? God yes, I need to breed you. Give you. every. last. drop. of my cum.”

Dieter almost yelps with how hard you clamp down on his cock at the filthy stream of consciousness coming through the headphones. The way your jaw is loose and your expression a little dazed tells him the breeding kink must not’ve been tagged. He loves surprises. He takes advantage of the few seconds of “fucks” and panting to add his own dirty talk.

“That what you want, baby? For me to fill you up? Give this greedy pussy everything I have?” He says as he mouths at your double chin and sweaty neck. 

“He doesn’t need a script doctor, Dieter.” You chide him and direct his mouth to yours for more kisses. It’s always more kisses with you and he loves it. He picks up the pace with his hips until he’s pounding into you. The sounds of the toy and rustling of sheets in the audio is making his brain tingle and he’s going to cum soon. So he dips his fingers into the friction hot mess between your bodies and slots the ‘v’ of his pointer and middle fingers around your throbbing clit, making sure it gets attention with every jarring contact of his hips. The wire of his headphones is getting stuck to his skin and are just on the verge of popping out of his ears, but he’s not going to stop and readjust them now. 

“Fuck fuck yea, oh that’s it.” The creator is drowned out by your own sweet moans now. You’ve given up your control and just cling to him as pleasure rolls through your body after the initial crash of your orgasm. The clamping of your walls on him and the sharp pinpricks of your nails in his back and bicep release the pressure that’s been building in his pelvis and he comes; emptying himself into your waiting pussy.

His lungs burn as he collapses on top of you, not bothering to hold any of his weight back this time. The soothing voice of the creator praising the listener for how well they did falls away as the headphones finally give up and fall to the couch cushions. This is how he’d thought this morning would end, but he has to admit to himself, as he toes the line of overstimulation with shallow thrusts just to hear the combined load of your cum squelch and suck him back into you, that the anticipation was worth it. Maybe he should work on his patience and give you a similar experience.

“That’s the first audio. We’ve got at least seven more.” You tell him.

He rests his head on your chest and lets you slip the headphones back in his ears while he catches his breath.

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

Reach, Craft, Rum

Anyway, I have to find them all now.

Win, Wine, Treachery, Reach, Each, Ache, Her, Rye Char, Charity, Tyre, Rev, Revenge, Even, Gem, Mad, Madness, Sex Alcohol, Sue, Wisdom Chap, Happiness, Pin, Pine, Pines, Naked, Nakedness Frenzy, Black, Lack, Blackmail, Mail, Ail Sorcery, Devil, Evil, Devilry Black, Lack, Magic, Icon, Con, Contempt, Temp, Tempt Escape, Scape, Cap, Cape, Ape, Pew, Wit, Witch, Itch, Witchcraft, Craft, Raft, Aft Kin, Kink, Ink, Mar, Marijuana, Rule Mer, Merriment, Rim, Rime, Men, Mischief, Chief Gossip, Sip, Arson, Son Yam, Man, Nip, Manipulation, Ion, Money Cynic, Cynicism, Sub, Subversion, Version, Ion Spirit, Worship, Ship, Hip, Par, Part, Art, Parties, Ties Love, Par, Part, Art, Partner, Partners, Partnership, Ship, Hip, Hon Kin, Intro, Introversion, Trove, Rover, Over, Version, Ion, Cleve, Clever, Lever, Eve, Ever, Cleverness Fun, Bad, Rev, Revolution, Evolution, Ion Class, Lass, Ass, War, Warfare, Far, Fare, Are, Zing Rev, Revel, Eve, Revelry, Heat, Eat, Heath, Heathen, Then, Hen, God, Gods Rum, Friend, End, Friends, Ends, Friendship, Ship, Hip, Org, Orgies Poet, Poetry, Try, Ritual, Rituals Pat, Path, Pathology, Log, Mead Gas, Gaslighting, Slight, Light, Slighting, Lighting, Tin, Bin Due, Duel, Dueling, Gin, Ion May, Mayhem, Hem, Com, Comp, Compass, Pass, Ass, Compassion, Passion, Ion

Sit, Gay, Kea, Bake, Fair, Air, Met, Mit, Thin, Thine, Gas, Neo, Mote, Let, Sin, Leg, Hit, Bar, Asp, Tab, Rob, Vile, Sin, Nin, Sog, Nil, Gel, Sis

Rot, Toe, Son, Rug, Sea, Ran, Ken, Act, Ray, Rays, Son, Sons, Serf, Him, Roo, Wad, Glen, Lob, Saw, Tit, Nil, Sap, Ion, Cap, Ilk, Nit, Tut, Lib, Bit, Dog, Sin, Can, Say, Bet, Bets, Tee, Cry, Let, Has, Ass

Pot, Nor, See, Eel, Let, Cob, Cobs, See, Bun, Koi, Cut, Mew, War, Raw, Mist, Rot, Tad, Did, Pin, Bin, Bins, Sup, Raft, Aft, Led, Ant, Met, Tab, Rep, Pep, Meet, Fur, Sir, Nye, Yes, Brie, Men, Ache, Hear, Ear, Nob

Dam, Dame, Very Mod, Mods Nip Nerf Live, Lived Met, Cig, Gam, Vid Far Man, Ram Lip, Piss, Sog Pin, May Rev, Bus Trap, Rap, Row, Rip, Rips Trap, Rap, Rape, Ape Rev, Eve, Revel, Rev Min, Love, Lover, Over, Dab Raw Dog, Lever, Ever Grow, Row Tap Nib, Nit, Sag, Fen Nil Sap, Yam

Boat, Oat, Nor, Sag, Gin, Seat, Eat, Cig, Nay, Gel, Gels, Sir, Eon, Air, Orb, Bat, Hex, Tee, Mit, Nin, Leg, Sow, Sis

Hug, Die, Sly, God, Hare, Are, Tut, Tin, Ick, Tit, Ruse, Use, Was, and more backwards diagonally but my eyes won’t focus anymore. lol

Witchcraft, Wisdom, Death...

[presidentialapartmentslondon]

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[gemini--aesthetic]

Hiya!

Meant to post this last last gemini season but got busy for like a year and a half idek if I like it anymore

[inaflashimagine]

“worst songs to have sex to” with Haikyuu!! Boys

Characters (aged up): Kuroo, Akaashi, Oikawa, Asahi, Bokuto, Sugawara, Nishinoya, Iwaizumi, Osamu, Atsumu, Ushijima, Tsukishima, Kenma, Tendou

Warnings: only 18+ pls. NSFW (smut crackfic. vaginal and oral sex, dick riding, thigh riding, unprotected sex, fingering, nipple play, mentions of food play)

A/N: Every time I try to write smut it just turns into a crackfic. When my friend sent me a spotify playlist called, “worst songs to have sex to” by vradin, I just had to make this. Please enjoy and please listen to the playlist on Spotify (such a gem).

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Kuroo Tetsurou can’t even get past the first song on the playlist during your make-out session. As soon as you hear the lyrics “In the arms of the angel,” your mind shifts to those ASPCA commercials with the sad animals and you immediately start bawling. Instead of consoling you, Kuroo just breaks out into his hyena laughter. You guys don’t have sex for weeks. 

Akaashi Keiji manages to ignore at least five songs as he’s pounding into you, focusing on your load moans instead. Both of you haven’t had alone time in so long and are so desperate for one another that the songs just become background noise. That is until the nursery rhyme “She’ll Be Coming Round the Mountain” starts playing. You literally feel Akaashi’s dick go soft inside of you as he lets out a disturbed gasp, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. None of you end up coming round anything that night.

Oikawa Tooru is actually the one who proposes the playlist during your date night. While you start giving head, the a cappella song “Enormous Penis” just happens to be playing. You gag when you hear, “~Take a look at my enormous penis~!” and immediately halt, wondering if you actually heard those words correctly. “Oh wow, they made a song about me and featured it on this playlist?!” Oikawa exclaims, as if he should be the one who’s surprised. He soon is shocked, though, when you abruptly leave the room. Oikawa frantically asks if you’re going to return. (You don’t.)

Azumane Asahi isn’t even paying attention to the songs. Rather, he can’t take his eyes off your bouncing breasts as you ride his cock. You’re both about to come when you quicken your pace and you relish the sight of Asahi letting out breathy moans as his hands grip your ass tighter. But then you both suddenly hear the words, “Jesus, Take the Wheel” loudly bellow throughout the bedroom. And. You. Just. Stop. Moving. Asahi is instantly concerned upon seeing your shell-shocked face. A minute later, you shake your head and get off him–murmuring something about going to hell–before putting on your clothes quickly and heading home. You can’t even look at Asahi in the eye for days, and when he asks why you’re being like this, you finally burst out, “WHY MUST YOU LOOK LIKE JESUS?”

Bokuto Koutarou has the strangest taste in music and you really regret letting him choose the playlist for tonight when “Cotton Eye Joe” comes on. You feel like your vagina is being invaded by a freaking jackhammer because Bokuto is matching his fingering pace to the fast song. He even hums to the tune happily while you’re seeing stars in your vision. You’re sore for days and revoke your boyfriend’s music privileges, an action that puts Bokuto into immediate emo mode.

Sugawara Koushi is sucking on your nipple while kneading your other breast, delighted to hear you calling out his name and tightly grabbing the strands of his hair. However, as soon as “My Heart Will Go On” comes on, Suga quickly starts crying on your titties. You try to comfort him but he keeps on gasping in between sobs, “JACK C-COULD’VE FIT ON THE DOOR!”

Nishinoya Yuu can feel himself getting sloppy, both of you knowing that he was getting close. “Faster, faster!” you beg until a certain theme song starts playing. You’re mortified when you hear the tune of “Bill Nye the Science Guy,” but Nishinoya is revived. He screams, “BILL BILL BILL BILL!” with each thrust until he cums inside you. Both of you never speak of it again, but whenever someone mentions Bill Nye they always wonder why both of you tense up and avoid all eye contact.

Iwaizumi Hajime groans and tugs on your hair while you pull down his briefs and get down on your knees. He tries his best to contain the excitement already bubbling inside him. Yet that bubble immediately bursts when Smash Mouth’s “All Star” fills throughout the room. And just like that, his boner is instantly gone. But now whenever he hears the song in a public setting he needs to find a bathroom, stat, and you never stop teasing him for it. 

Miya Osamu has used food in the bedroom before whenever you two wanted to try something ~new~. And you know that he truly loves food and cooking. But you can’t help feel slightly annoyed when, in the midst of him going down on you, “Fruit Salad” starts to play. He just lifts his head and looks blankly at you before saying, “I’m hungry.” He then goes to the kitchen and makes fruit salad. The man doesn’t even make you one or at least offer some of his... 

Miya Atsumu, upon hearing what happened with his brother, mocks Osamu endlessly. Osamu dares his twin to listen to the playlist with his s/o and report back if he actually manages to fare better. However, a cocky Atsumu fails two songs in, with both of your clothes fully on. He enjoys the friction between both of you as you ride his thigh until he listens to DJ Casper telling him to clap his hands and cha cha real smooth. An hour later Atsumu has still locked himself in the bathroom as you try to convince him to let you in. You hear him continuously muttering, “Shit, I lost the bet. I lost the bet.Ilostthebet.”

Ushijima Wakatoshi has you slightly concerned as he continues to fuck you senselessly, his face so unfazed despite the numerous awkward songs that have already been played. By the 10th song, which is Spongebob’s “Goofy Goober Rock,” you can no longer stand it and tell Ushijima to stop. “How are you not even turned off by all of this?” you question, genuinely confused. Wakatoshi blinks and takes out his ear plugs before asking, “What did you say?”

Tsukishima Kei is incredibly puzzled as to why you keep on giggling while he is going down on you. He was sure he knew where the clitoris was (at least, he has plenty of times before). But everything begins to make sense when he hears what song is playing in the background, the annoying voice of the singer grating his ears. “Really? ‘What Does the Fox Say’?” he says, disappointment enunciated into every syllable. You only respond with another giggle and a “Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!” The next day he unfollows you on Spotify.

Kozume Kenma thinks he’s having the best blowjob of his life until a familiar tune starts playing. “Oh my god!” he gasps when he realizes the song, but you interpret that as a good thing. That is, until you look up and see his face, pale as a ghost. Before you ask him what’s wrong, you suddenly recognize the tune as well. “Is that the Wii song?!” you squeak. A day later, everyone but you is confused to see Kenma announce that he is selling his Wii console.

Tendou Satori has enough stamina AND kinkiness to endure through each song. Being the Guess Monster, he sometimes predicts what’s gonna play next (and is correct) and enjoys listening to some of them (particularly when he dances to “The Macarena”). By the end of the playlist, you can’t even walk. Don’t even ask.

[crzcorgi]

Don’t Need Saving

I wrote this last NYE when I was in a bad place. I never finished it (still really haven’t!) I just found it and added a bit to it to make it at least make some sense. I may continue with it. I’m still in that same headspace and when that happens I’m only able to write certain things, and I apologize for that. I am working on Negan’s Girl though!

Anyway, this is a Max x Reader

WARNINGS!!! The reader is in a bad place, attempted suicide, douchey handsy guy, some language

Words ~ 2700

Feedback is greatly appreciated!

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   I was done. Done with a world where no one cared. Done with what little family I had that acted as though I didn’t exist. Done with being treated like shit. Done with saying “tomorrow’s a new day, it will get better.” But it never gets better. Only worse. So I was ending it. The pain, the hurt, the loneliness. I wouldn’t be missed, I’d been told so, in so many words. 

  It was an amazing view from the bridge really, almost made me change my mind. Sometimes the world could be a beautiful place, the rivers, the ocean, mountains. Mother Nature in all her glory. But man made objects could be stunning in their own right. The Great Pyramids, the Eiffel Tower, the Brooklyn Bridge. Which is where I was currently perched.

  I came here tonight thinking it would be easier to go unseen. Who knew that bridges have security?! But it was New Years, and most tourists were spending it at Times Square. And New Yorkers were partying at the thousands of restaurants and bars. So I was pretty much alone here by NY standards. 

  I didn’t want to end it this way. But I was a fucking chicken. I thought about pills or a gun. But what if they failed? Would I be left in a coma? Or worse yet, totally incapacitated? No. Jumping into freezing cold water from over a hundred feet up would surely be deadly. It had to be. 

  So why was I still sitting here, just talking to myself? Did I have doubts still? Was my life truly worth living? No, there was nothing left for me on earth, no one, no thing. Just a fucking waste of space. Crazy girl with her crazy thoughts. As some wise person once said, goodbye cruel world. 

  “Kind of a cold night for bridge sitting dontcha think?”

  “FUCK!!”  My hesitation almost coming to an end, but not of my doing. “You scared the shit out of me! Is that something you enjoy doing to people?!” A man, although it was hard to tell what sex they were due to the cold weather gear they were bundled up in, standing below me, smiling. 

  “No, I didn’t mean to frighten you miss. Just wondering why you would be spending NYE all by yourself on a bridge, in the cold.”

  “I’m strange that way. I like to be alone. And cold.” Why did he care? “So you can just move along now.”

  I looked down towards the shore, watching a tug pulling away from the dock. Life goes on. My exit from it wouldn't change a thing. 

  “Funny, I like to be alone in the cold too.”  

  Why was he still talking to me?!

  “That’s nice. So why are you standing there talking to me?” Just fuck off dude. 

  “Well, you just looked like you might not want to be alone.” He came closer to me. Close enough for me to see just how handsome he was. And wonder why he was on a bridge on NYE. 

  “You’re right, I didn’t want to be alone, it’s why I came here. Isn’t this where the hottest parties are held? I mean, I guess I just came early.” I turned to face him, outstretching my arms. Just then, a huge gust of wind came, my jacket sleeves acting as wings and pulling me backwards, and I thought, right off the bridge. 

  This is it, I’m going to die and I didn’t have to lift a fucking finger. I closed my eyes tightly, waiting.  So why isn’t my life flashing before my eyes? Where’s the bright light? The peaceful bliss? Should have known it wouldn’t be that fucking nice. It’s me, I shouldn’t expect it to be a beautiful ending. Just a dark lonely abyss. 

  I opened one eye a crack. And I saw him. No, not God. It was the man from the bridge. I opened both of my eyes completely, blinking. 

  “What the fuck?!” I realized I was in his arms. The fucker had grabbed me before I fell. He caught me. He saved me. 

  Wrenching myself out of his grasp, I jumped back. “Why? Why did you DO THAT!” 

  “Do what? Save you from falling?” He stepped over to the railing, looking over. “You do realize you most likely would have died, right?” He turned, looking at me with a look of disbelief, and concern. “I figured that might just fuck with your New Year’s plans.” 

  Was he kidding? Was I on some hidden camera show? 

  “Well, buddy, who the fuck are you to save me?! Did I ask to be saved?” I was shaking at this point, my fucking plans, gone with the fucking wind. 

  I started to walk away, possible new plans beginning to formulate in my head. But why bother? I’m a failure at life, and now, a failure at death. 

  “Miss!” The fucker was actually chasing after me. What the actual fuck?!

  I turned, ready to be angry, to rip him the metaphorical “new one.”  But when he caught up to me I saw something. He looked concerned, maybe even surprised. But I also saw something that I hadn’t seen, or felt, in a long time, maybe not ever. I saw someone who seemed to care. 

  “Yes?” I questioned him, my lack of trust never far away.  

  “Care to join me for a cup of coffee? I know a nice, quiet shop just off the bridge. Never too crowded.” He looked at me, a sweet smile on his lips. “I’m cold and really could use something to warm up.” 

  I don’t know why I said yes. Maybe I just craved a great cup of joe. Maybe I needed to warm up too. Or just maybe, I needed to feel something, that possibly someone, cared. Maybe just a tiny bit. 

  I followed my strange savior across the bridge and down to a street that was bustling with party goers. I was feeling a bit antsy with the crowds. 

  “It’s right up ahead.” He had turned to make sure I was still behind him. “Take my hand, don’t want you getting lost.” He held his hand out and I took it. It was warm and soft and I was so lost in the human contact, something that I hadn’t felt in so long, that I ran right into him when he stopped in front of the coffee shop. 

  “Ooh, fuck! I’m sorry.” I blurted out. 

  “S’ok, kinda stopped quick on you.” He opened the door, stepping aside to let me enter first. It was big, like an old warehouse feel to it. But it felt nice. And he was right, it was quiet and not too crowded considering the night. 

  “Choose a seat darling, coffee?” 

  Darling? 

  “Umm, yes, please.” I found a table towards the back it was as by the windows with a wonderful view of the bridge, the city sparkling behind. 

  “Perfect spot.” Stranger Savior placed two pastries down on the table. “These are delicious, try one.”  He walked back over to the counter, picking up our coffees. 

  “I forgot to ask, cream, sugar?” 

  “A bit of cream would be great, thanks.”  I watched him make his way over towards the counter where the creamer was. He stopped quickly, almost spilling both cups of coffee. I saw a woman standing there, a surprised look on her face. She slowly backed up, leaving her drink right there. She turned quickly, running from the shop. Odd. 

  Mystery man just stood there, not moving. After a few seconds he placed the cups down and began pouring creamer into each one. But I could see he was shaken, his hands far from steady. I was thinkin’ maybe I should offer to help him but I didn’t have to as he turned making his way back over. 

  “Here, y-you go.” He stuttered as he spoke, the coffee spilling out of the cups and onto his hand, as he placed them down on the table. 

  “Ooh…” I grabbed a napkin and started to wipe his hand only for him to flinch away, knocking both cups to the floor. 

  “Fuck! I…I’m so…sorry.” He grabbed some napkins and began cleaning up the spilled coffee. 

  “Uh, I’m sure they have a mop. Let me see.”  

  As I waited for two new cups of coffee and someone to come out to clean the spill, I watched him. He was nervous as fuck, so unlike the confident man that knew what I was doing and truly saved me. 

  I stepped closer to him. “How about we take another seat. I have two new cups coming.” I grabbed our desserts and moved a couple of tables over. “I’ll grab our drinks.” 

  He sat down, never saying a word. Just a strange, 

sad, almost frightened look on his face. A very drastic change in demeanor. When I sat down with our new coffees, he jumped, almost knocking the table over. 

  “I’m sorry…I guess…I’m just a big klutz tonight.” 

  I took a chance, reaching across the table to place my hand softly on his. He flinched, but didn’t draw it back. 

  “Hey, we all have those times where we can’t move an inch without the whole building collapsing around us.” I began rubbing his fingers without even realizing it. “I am the biggest fuckup. I’ve tripped over air, choked on my own spit. And once I tried to step over my cat on my stairs, falling down them and dislocating my shoulder in the process. It’s okay,” I realized I never even asked his name. 

  He looked at me, a slight smile starting to appear. Dimples, the dude has fucking dimples. 

  “Max, my name’s Max.” He snickered. “We never even introduced ourselves, did we?!” 

 I laughed. “No, guess we didn’t. But to be fair, I was kinda pissed at you.” I smiled back at him. “But anyway, I’m y/n.”

  “It’s nice to, uh, meet you, y/n. That’s a beautiful name, it suits you,” he smiled at me, those damn dimples showing again. 

  Nope, I refuse to do this again. 

  “Um, thank you. Nice to meet you too, Max.” I sighed. “And I guess a thank you is in order.” 

  “No need, it’s just coffee.” He winked at me. 

  Fuck. 

  “Thank you just the same Max.” I smiled, taking a bite of the pastry. “This is good!” I wiped my face with a napkin. “I never knew this place was even here.”

  “It’s truly a well hidden gem. I’m kind of a loner so I come here often.” He looked down, picking at his dessert. 

  “Me too. I really don’t socialize much. I prefer my animals company over most humans.” I sipped my coffee, glancing over at the loud crowd that just came in. 

  Max glanced over his shoulder at the group. “There goes the quiet.” He laughed. 

  I excused myself to use the restroom. As I rounded the corner, I ran into a hard chest. Hands reached out and roughly grabbed me by the arms. 

 “Watch it there doll!”

  “Oh, sorry.” I tried to pull free from his grasp but he wouldn’t let go. 

  “What’s the hurry baby?!” He tightened his grip, leaning down placing his lips on my neck. I froze, an all to familiar feeling rushing through my body causing me to began to shake, my eyes closing tight. My eyes flew open when I felt him pull me forward. 

  “Get your fucking hands off of her!” It was Max. He had the guy by the arms, pulling him away from me, but the dude wasn’t letting go of me. 

  “She your girl, man? She don’t  look like your type” He finally let go of me, attempting to turn in Max’s grasp to no avail. “Fucking let go of me!” He roared. He finally slipped away, turning quickly and throwing a punch towards Max. Either he was too drunk to aim right or Max was quick because he totally missed his target, falling flat on his face. 

  Max walked over to me, offering his hand to me. I must have visibly flinched as he pulled his hand back a bit. “I’m sorry, y/n, I was just going to get you away from that fucker.” I looked down to see the dude just moaning and just flip flopping like a drunk fish. Asshole. 

  I carefully stepped around him, moving closer to Max.   “Thank you, for that.” I gestured towards the wasted goon, his friends now attempting to help him up off of the floor. “I’m sorry, it’s just, I’m…” 

  “It’s okay, I understand.” My strange savior gave me a half smile, offering up his hand again, and I took it. I followed him out of the shop and a short distance down the sidewalk, the crowds seeming to have disappeared while we were inside. “Can I walk you home?” 

  Home. I hadn’t thought about it. But I didn’t have a home anymore. When I left this morning it didn’t even cross my mind that I would be needing a home anymore. I don’t know what came over me, my mouth obviously doing it’s own thing. “I don’t have a home. Not any more.” Jesus fuck, I’m telling this complete, albeit incredibly sweet and amazingly gorgeous, stranger that I’m homeless. 

  “Are you homeless?” He stopped walking, turning to grab my arms, gently. 

  Shit. “Kind of. I sort of burned my bridges and most likely don’t have a place to go back to.” I moved to see his face better, regretting it when I realized he was staring right at me, a look of concern painted on his breathtaking features. Which I needed to stop thinking about.  “It’s okay, I’m okay.” I looked away knowing that the look on my face most certainly betrayed my words. 

  I felt his hand on my shoulder, a hesitant touch. “I have a place you can stay, not far from here actually.” 

  I turned my face to look at him once again. “I can’t, I mean it’s okay.”

  “So, you have someplace to go then?” He has positioned himself to be more on my level, his eyes looking right at me. 

  I wanted to say ‘yea, I’m fine, I’ve got a place to go.’ But I couldn’t, he seemed to know my answer before I even knew it myself. 

  “Uh, no, no I don’t.” I have him a fake smile, feeling foolish, stupid, and helpless. “But it’s fine, honest.” I couldn’t do this, wouldn’t do this. I needed no ones help. Especially not a man’s. Fucker’s probably a creeper, a stalker, a rapist. 

  “How about you just come with me, I’ll show the place. Maybe just spend the night…”

  I started to back away from him, shaking my head, he must have seen it, because he suddenly threw his hands up. “No! I mean, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean spend the night with me, I was going to let you stay in one of the other apartments in my building. Shit.” He then mumbled something I couldn’t quite hear but it sounded like he was berating himself. And I felt bad. Fuck. 

  “Okay, I guess that would be okay.” My mouth speaking before my mind could tell it to keep fucking quiet. 

  “Okay, OK! Great! It’s just up the street here, it’s old, but has lots of character and…” 

  My mind started reeling, tuning him out. What was I getting myself into? It’s not like my life was simple before, no, nothing is ever simple with me. Maybe this was the answer to my “problems” maybe this dude really is nuts, a killer even. I won’t even have to lift a finger and it will be all over. And maybe he’s artistic and my death will become famous for the way it’s executed. 

    Or maybe he’s just a nice guy, I mean, there are still some nice ones out there, isn’t there? And in that case I’m dragging him into a total clusterfuck that is my life. 

  I looked up at him, noticing him smiling down at me, I smiled back, a real one, he honestly made me feel like smiling. He took hold of my hand, and I was strangely okay with it. I was okay with all of this. With him.  And for once I wouldn’t question it. 

[miraimisu]

— Florentine

[Lonashipping Week 2020]

Summary:

A woman; dark cold eyes, pale skin, and a gentle scowl. Under the jacket, there's a plethora of small badges and the handle of a sword full of gems twinkles under his eyes.

He's heard about this woman, he's seen her in papers and he's heard the rumors spoken about this pirate.

This wicked, terrifying and dangerous Captain.

"We're gonna fight to the death," Moon sentences, drawing out her blade slowly. "If you die, you die; if I die, I die, and you can take your compass back."

Wordcount: 1,908 (YUM)

A/N: I said yesterday that angst was hereby prohibited but NOBODY told me I can’t make them enemies and make them have a sword battle so that’s what I’ve set out to do today because PIRATE AU IS ONE OF MY OBSESSIONS

also I’m not done with lonaweek here. I sat down once and thought that ‘hey maybe writing a sequel to the NYE Sorcery AU would be nice’ so i did. I’m posting this one first though for reasons that escape my very own comperehension

ENJOY THE LONABABIES HAVING A FIGHT

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Gladion once swore to himself that he would never get into problems, mostly because he doesn't have the patience to deal with people or comeuppances and he knows he'd end up messing up one way or another. He's been strictly educated to follow the norm, to silently bow his head to anybody who challenges him if they have the upper hand. That if someone is holding a sword to his neck, he should instantly give in.

That's anything but what he's doing right now, disguised as a pirate as he infiltrates the enemy's lines. He's succeeded in knocking a pirate out with drive and intention he had never had before in the palace, and while the pirates had loaded the stolen goods into their ship, he had sneaked into their lines.

When they're about to board the ship again and he's planning how he'll go about all of this, a cold, chilling hand clasps around his shoulder and when he turns around, he sees a person with a long coat and a big hat staring at him with a menacing glare.

Their hand is slanted on the handle of a very shiny sword. In the darkness, Gladion makes out the distinct scowl of what seems to be a man."Where do you think you're going, blondie?"

Gladion is abruptly aware that he might just die tonight.

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[Continue reading on AO3!]

[avengerofyourheart]

NYE Retro Bash with Chris Evans

YOU GUYYYSSSSS. 

I still feel like last night was just a dream but then I see all the amazing videos I took and it all comes back. This is without a doubt the most memorable New Year’s Eve of my life and I’ll look back on it for years to come. 

SO. Here’s how it all happened. I saw a post on tumblr about this New Year’s Bash and GASP. It was taking place only 40 minutes from me! Double checked the tweet Chris had retweet and....ITS REALLY HAPPENING WHAT. Texted a friend to see if she wanted to come, she doubted the reality of it because HOW, WHY, WHAT. But yes. It was happening. We had to go. So I bought 2 tickets. 

Apparently, other people had trouble buying tickets but I guess I was super lucky. I heard that tickets were limited but I didn't realize HOW limited until I checked the venue and saw that the capacity was only 125 people. AHH. IT’S GONNA BE SMALL AND INTIMATE AND I’M NERVOUS AND EXCITED I CAN’T WAIT. That was my thought process. 

There was some drama regarding transportation and the friend I was going with I hadn’t actually met IRL yet (not from tumblr, more like snapchat and Instagram. It’s an interesting way to meet people.) But in the end I drove 45 minutes south to meet her and then we headed up the canyon in her friends car to Park City! :D 

For those who have never been, Park City is a small-ish skiing town in the mountains were Sundance Film Festival also happens every year. (Which was founded by Robert Redford, who played Alexander Pierce in Captain America: The Winter Soldier, in case you weren't aware.) Anyway, we park in a parking garage and walk through the lobby of a hotel and once we reach the street, the venue is RIGHT THERE. AHH. There was a bit of a line and it was SOOOO COLD.  Like, single digits. Fahrenheit. We only had to wait about 10 minutes before they started checking ID’s and letting people in.

High West Distillery is basically a ski-in/ski-out bar. It was even smaller than I envisioned so people got cozy really quickly and there was a velvet rope sectioning off part of the dance floor with some stools and couches there. The second friend, Natalie, went in search of the bathroom so it was just Vanessa the Instagram Friend and I. 

She leaned toward me. “Read my eyes.” Um...what? It took me wayyyyyy too long to figure out that she was hinting that Chris was standing RIGHT OVER THERE BEHIND THE ROPE 15 FEET FROM ME. WHAT. I spotted his friend first, the one who posted the photo on the plane. Adam LaVorgna, another actor who I recognized from the Jonathan Taylor Thomas movie “Home for Christmas” haha! But then I saw who he was standing next to and...I whipped my head back around toward Vanessa, eyes wide. 

“See?? That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you!” she yelled over the music. 

Holy. Crap. I tried to get another covert sneak peek but it was almost like looking directly at the sun, I had to avert my gaze. Wow. I just saw Chris Evans with my very own eyes. Dressed in a pair of jeans, dark blue sweater, bit of scruff on the chin, and a blue Boston Red Sox baseball hat, he looked gooooood. *swoon* 

We still had no idea what the “plan” was for the night, since he was supposedly the host, but we mostly just danced to the music, chatted with friends and tried not to panic at his close proximity. The room continued to fill and some people were let past the velvet rope and he greeted them. Such a sweetheart. I know they were calling it a “Retro Bash” but I guess I didn’t realize it was so literal??? People were arriving in full-on 80s regalia and a few guys wore mullet wigs and sunglasses (one of which turned out to be Miles Teller, but I didn’t find out til later. oops.) 

Anyway, a DJ played for the first hour or so until The Midnight came on stage. I knew some of their music before finding out about this, but the past few days I put their albums on shuffle to familiarize myself. They’re more techno than I’m used to but I really liked it and in the party scene, their vibe was perfect! Chris got so excited and sang along, dancing or air drumming to the beat. ha! So cute. He kept saying “This is my favorite song” but he said that about 4 songs. :D Bless him. 

There was a guy in the VIP section who looked familiar and I finally figured it out. He’s also a friend of Sebastian’s, Charles Chu (Choodius_maximus on instagram) he was wearing a huuuuuge black afro wig. We bumped elbows a few times while dancing so that was cool. One degree from Sebastian Stan!! I’m getting there! ha! :D 

Ironically, The Midnight did NOT play until midnight. Their set ended around 11:15pm so the DJ returned and he was great. Interesting song transitions and a good variety, too. Dancing continued and I got a few more videos of Chris, covertly. I didn’t want to seem creepy so I kinda panned the camera around and caught him a few times. Seeing Chris Evans dance and sing to “Living on a Prayer” is official a highlight in my life. I have evidence of it, too. :D He seemed to be living his best life, having a few drinks and dancing with friends. I loved seeing him this way, personally, rather than situations that might make him anxious or uncomfortable. He is a gem and we don’t deserve him. 

Midnight crept closer and the DJ started the countdown. Happy New Year!!! I caught the moment on video and finally showed my face. :) I was there, too!! Couples kissed and hugs were shared. From what we could tell, no smooches for Mr. Evans but plenty of hugs. I don’t like to speculate about his personal life, I just want him to be happy. :) 

I really wasn’t sure what to expect initially and I did wonder if he might interact or step up to the mic at some point as the “host” but as a whole, I had an amazing time! People asked if I met him, talked to him, got a pic with him. No, I didn’t, but that’s perfectly okay with me. Proximity while in his element is good enough for me. Maybe I’ll meet him at a con some day and mention last night. Maybe. As for now, I have photos and videos and memories that will last a lifetime. 

Thank you all for following my Instagram story. It’s now in my highlights there on my page and I will continue to share videos here. I’m infinitely glad that I jumped at the chance of seeing him and it was more than worth the money, 3 hours of driving, lost sleep, temporary hearing loss, and sore legs from dancing. :) 

Happy New Year to you all!! 

[ghostinhumanshapear2-blog]

—    BASICS.

▸     IS  YOUR  MUSE  TALL  /  SHORT  /  AVERAGE    ? tall- 6′3″

▸      ARE  THEY  OKAY  WITH  THEIR  HEIGHT    ? he doesn’t really give it any deep thought, but the ladies seem to like it, so that’s certainly a plus.

▸      WHAT’S    THEIR    HAIR    LIKE ? chocolate brown/almost black. thick. a little curly. short.

▸     DO    THEY    SPEND    A    LOT    OF    TIME    ON    THEIR    HAIR     /    GROOMING ? um, hardly any. although pomade does come in handy when he feels like slicking it back. his trusty comb is his weapon of choice, and sometimes he lets his hair do what it wants; if that means a mass of curls on top of his head, then that’s a-okay by him. as far as grooming in general goes, he likes making sure the stubble on his face is taken care of, as well as applying a balanced amount of cologne. not too much- wouldn’t want to smell like a middle school hallway. he prefers favored scent to be at the point where others in the vicinity experience just enough, that it drives them wild. he’s pretty good about keeping up on personal hygiene, unless he’s going through a particularly rough bout of depression. then it’s either hard to get him out of bed, or back into bed. the boy is a mess.

▸      DOES  YOUR  MUSE  CARE  ABOUT  THEIR  APPEARANCE  /  WHAT  OTHERS  THINK ? yes, and no. he likes expressing himself as much as possible, even if that means merely rolling out of bed and throwing on some sweats; however, going out in public means at least a t-shirt and jeans. his parents might be well-off, but he doesn’t always feel the need to flaunt their wealth by wearing designer/name brands (not saying he doesn’t own anything of the sort, simply those articles of clothing aren’t part of his regular style). normally, the only person he hopes to impress is his romantic interest, because part of his charm is looking good.

—    PREFERENCES.

▸     INDOORS  OR  OUTDOORS    ? outdoors.

▸     RAIN  OR  SUNSHINE    ?   sunshine after rain.

▸     FOREST  OR  BEACH    ?   forest.

▸     PRECIOUS  METALS  OR  GEMS    ? precious metals.

▸     FLOWERS  OR  PERFUMES    ? perfumes, as they usually point to someone he cares about- romantically, or otherwise.

▸     PERSONALITY  OR  APPEARANCE    ? appearance at first, but personality is what he ultimately stays for.

▸     BEING  ALONE  OR  BEING  IN  A  CROWD    ? well that’s a bit of a cluster, because one of the main reasons he throws parties is due to his need to distract himself from his fear of being completely isolated/alone. but he also has to have his alone time. it’s definitely a catch-22: hates being alone; dislikes feeling suffocated by others. 

▸     ORDER  OR  ANARCHY    ? if he causes it? anarchy. otherwise, things need to go according to plan.

▸     PAINFUL  TRUTHS  OR  WHITE  LIES    ?   painful truths in most situations. white lies in others.

▸     SCIENCE  OR  MAGIC    ? science- there’s something magical about it. as bill nye once said: “science rules!”

▸      PEACE  OR  CONFLICT    ?   peace.

▸     NIGHT  OR  DAY    ? night.

▸     DUSK  OR  DAWN    ? dusk.

▸     WARMTH    OR    COLD ? cold.

▸     MANY  ACQUAINTANCES  OR  A  FEW  CLOSE  FRIENDS    ? why not both? there are benefits of each. he does prefer a few close friends, but those acquaintances sure do come in handy when he doesn’t want to spill his guts, or has the urge to get really really fucked up. no questions asked.

▸     READING    OR    PLAYING    A    GAME ? playing a game. josh has to be in a certain mood to read, and that mood also somewhat depends on the material he’s presented with.

—    QUESTIONNAIRE.

▸      WHAT    ARE    SOME    OF    YOUR    MUSE’S    BAD    HABITS ?

actively avoiding the touchy subject that is his mental state

smoking weed/binge drinking

swearing has been a problem on more than one occasion

staying up late/being late to school and other responsibilities/sleeping during class

at times he has been known to exaggerate while storytelling

▸      HAS  YOUR  MUSE  LOST  ANYONE  CLOSE  TO  THEM    ?        HOW  HAS  IT  AFFECTED   THEM    ?

josh lost a set of grandparents at a very young age, but the deaths that affected him most were his twin sisters’. he frequently dreamed of them; thought of scenarios where he was the one who had gone out into the blistering cold instead; where he had died and taken their place. he would find it increasingly difficult to talk about how he felt with anyone, mostly due to feeling like a burden. this eventually led him to believe that carrying out a revenge “prank” on those who had been there that night would take care of most, if not all, of his guilt and grief.

▸      WHAT  ARE  SOME  FOND  MEMORIES  YOUR  MUSE  HAS    ?

baseball with his parents and sisters on hot summer evenings. vacationing at blackwood. meeting chris in the third grade. hiking trips with sam. thanksgiving during his younger more innocent years, where he felt like he was part of a family, instead of a show his parents attempt to put on now.

▸     IS  IT  EASY  FOR  YOUR  MUSE  TO  KILL    ?

this ultimately depends on the verse. in general, i would say no. no matter how “crazed” he appears, taking a life is not something he enjoys dwelling upon.

▸      WHAT’S  IT  LIKE  WHEN  YOUR  MUSE  BREAKS  DOWN    ?

funnily enough, he isolates himself, despite having that particular fear. he absolutely despises appearing “weak” in front of others. he would much rather suffer in silence than have someone looming over him, judging the way his body curls in on itself; how his jaw clenches; the way his breathing turns ragged; how his palms suction cup themselves to his ears, as if he’s trying to block himself out. depending on the verse/severity, he might even break or punch something, just to feel like he’s still attached to reality. overall, it’s not a pleasant sight.

▸      IS  YOUR  MUSE  CAPABLE  OF  TRUSTING  SOMEONE  WITH  THEIR  LIFE    ?

yes.

▸      WHAT’S  YOUR  MUSE  LIKE  WHEN  THEY’RE  IN  LOVE    ?

he’s giddier than normal; more playful/flirtatious. he might even stumble over his words, which is as rare as an albino deer. very attentive to their needs and wants. should he have the means, he would buy them gifts and surprise them often. he would also find any excuse to touch them, no matter how small the gesture. more positive comments regarding appearance/sense of humor/personality would fly out of his mouth (at times, more teasing). there would be instances where he’d begin to open up and share some of his darker thoughts as well. more trusting. hooded eyes. racing heart. when josh is in love, he is both more confident and also more awkward. it’s a very entertaining spectacle. it’s almost akin to how he is when he realizes he likes someone, simply to a heavier degree. he’s much more serious about them once he understands the depth of his feelings, as opposed to the fickleness a crush normally possesses. the question becomes, however, is he willing to admit that he’s in love?

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[hxarrysbabe]

Can you do one where the reader is spending nye with harry and his family?

This went really unexpected and I totally turned it in a different direction but I hope you like it! Happy almost new year! Xx

—

She wasn’t really surprised when Harry invited her to spend New Year Eve with his family because they talked about how each one of them will spend the holidays at least ten times before that day. He wanted to make sure that she’s going to be able to spend it with him, he took really serious their first holidays together.

It wasn’t the first time she was meeting his family but she still was a little nervous. Harry could tell she was always nervous when it came to those type of things, maybe even as nervous as him when he was meeting her family for the first time. He was all sweaty hands, tightened jaw and lack of speech.

Now she’s walking out of their bedroom, dressed in an elegant black knee-length dress with black heels and the pretty necklace which pendant was in the form of a snowflake that Anne suprised her with for her birthday.

“It’s pretty like you” were the words she gave it to her with, “My son is lucky with you, Y/N.”

Y/N took it very seriously of course, started crying and didn’t stop until Harry laughed at her for being ridiculous and hugged her. Then his whole family joint the hug and she immediately felt them like home. Because they were her new home ever since she saw them for the first time.

“Baby, you didn’t have to put it on” Harry laughed and kissed her on the forehead. “I know it means a lot for you that mom gave it to you but you don’t have to wear it every time we meet her, you know.”

“I just love it, Har. Let me enjoy the fact that i’m wearing the necklace your grandmother gave your mom on her wedding with your father.”

He shook his head and murmured something you couldn’t hear before he slipped an arm around your waist and you two made sure you got everything you needed for the night before you walked out of home.

The car ride was quite, filled with songs from the last album of “The beatles”. When you parked in front of Anne’s house, Gemma’s car was already there.

“I told you we’re going to be late” you said to him when he opened the door for you and helped you get off. “What took you so long in the shower anyways?”“

He coughed in his hand and looked away, avoiding your gaze.

“Nothin’ really” he tried.

“You jerked off, didn’t you?” you smiled unbelievably, eyes widening and jaw going slack.

“Y/N…”

“C'mon Harry, admit it” catching his chin between your fingers, you locked his gaze with his, making sure he has nowhere to go but tell you the truth.

“It wasn’t because I was bored” he started, “or because you’re not enough anymore, or anything like that… I just saw you naked seconds before that and we’re on this sex break again which is quite ridiculous but… I mean, I know I wanted myself to try to last one week without having sex with you but it’s hard, okay? I like testing our limits but…”

“But you ended up jerking in the bathroom?” you laughed, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“Don’t laugh at me ‘bout it, the challenge is still on. No fucking for us for two more days, Y/N.”

“Okay, let’s just… Get in the house already, Harry.”

“You’re frustrated too, aren’t yeh?” he smirked, gently squeezing your ass under your coat. “Needy little thing is what yeh are.”

“At least I haven’t masturbated in the bathroom yet” you fought back and grabbed his hand, very impatient to get in the house. The cold air is not really the best thing for your face.

“Shht, pet” he ranged on the door since he lost his key two months ago. “No sex doesn’t mean that I can’t spank you and you’re not making it very good for yourself, you kn-”

He almost chocked on his breath, realizing that Gemma already opened the front door and heard him.

“Both of you always talk dirty to each other or just when i’m around you” she laughed and pulled you in for a hug. “It’s amazing how both of you were looking at each other with those lustful eyes, too lost at this spanking thing you’re both very much into. Remember when I actually walked in when Y/N was on all fours with her ass up In the air? I have so many stories to tell your future kids about…”

“Okay Gem, stop it” Harry interrupted her just on time because Anne and Rob sneaked in just a second after.

“Y/N!” Anne screamed, stealing you from Gemma’s arms and wrapping her arms tightly around your body. “I’m so glad you made it! To the last second we toughed you two are going to spend it with your family.”

“We decided that it will be next year” you smiled, stalled once again, this time from Rob. “Or maybe they’ll fly from California and come here to celebrate the holidays with all of us.”

“I swear you love her more than me!” Harry joked, completely ignored and forgotten.

Anne and Rob laughed before Gemma closed the front door and you all started walking to the dinning room.

“What is it with the no sex thing now?” Harry’s big sister whispered in your ear while you two headed to the kitchen to help Anne with the serving. “Is it a new game that you found? Like, who would resist for the longest time?”

“You’re going to kill me someday, I swear” you bursted out in laugh, feeling your cheeks reddening.

“Don’t torture her, Gem!” Harry called from the dinning room, knowing this scenario way too well.

She knew that you’re the one that she can easily get information out of and used it very often.

“We just realized that we have sex too often and Harry offered to relax a for a little. Not really sure how long he would last thought.”

“'He’s always been a little bit of a sex addict really” she shook her head. “I can always ear you two banging on vacations or when you sleep stay here for a day or two.”

“Okay, enough!” Harry came behind you, grabbing a bowl of salad and giving Gemma an annoyed look. This, however was enough for her to stop.

When the food was served and you all were around the table, everyone started complimenting Anne for the dinner. It was really delicious, you had to admit. Soon everyone started talking and it became all noisy in the dinning table. In between the first and the second hour there, Harry slipped a hand between your legs and made sure no one was watching before he leaned and whispered in your ear.

“The challenge is over, baby” you could hear the desperate note in his voice. “It would be too sad not to have you under me in the first day of the new year.”

You smiled and nodded to him, biting on your lip. He was right, the new year wasn’t going to start properly if you two didn’t mess the covers up.

And when the countdown started, he rushed to wrap his arms around you and to kiss you when it was officially the new year.

“Happy New Year!” Rob shouted and opened the champagne bottle, champagne dripping in Anne’s complect of glasses which were a present from you and Harry for Christmas.

“I love you, kids” Anne smiled and pulled everyone for a big hug.

After you and Harry got a hug and a kiss on the cheek from everyone, you lasted there exactly half an hour before Harry told everyone that you’re feeling really sleepy. All of them got outside to send you to the car.

“You two are just unbelievable” Gemma whispered in your ear and laughed, obviously had enough champagne for tonight.

When Harry pulled the car in the driveway and started driving to your apartment, he slipped his hand between your legs for a second time tonight.

“Ready to go home and start the new year?” He questioned, smirking.

You nodded and squeaked when his thumb pressed to your underwear.

“Start thinking of a new excuse for the other New Year Eve because then we’ll have to escape from my family too.”

“Oh god” he groaned and squeezed your thigh. “Can’t wait to get home and fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

“Happy new year, Har” you laughed.

“Happy new year to you too, pet.”

Part two

[morgantakestinder]

A Tinder-ific Christmas Down Under

If someone told me they were planning to fly for 25 hours to spend Christmas in Australia with a guy they met on Tinder (two and a half months prior) and his family, I’d say they were totally mad. So I guess in this case I’m totally and utterly mad.

“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice. “You must be,” said the Cat, or you wouldn’t have come here.”   - Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

But yes, despite some minor reservations that I could in fact be meeting a group of charming and charismatic serial killers who harvest organs for the black market, I flew all the way to Melbourne to my Christmas and New Year with Prost. And there is simply no way that I can do my trip justice in a blog post because how do you squeeze 8 days into a few paragraphs, but I’ll do my best with the highlights.

Mumma Prost 

It’s funny to think that all of this started with a blog post where I commented that I’d be so keen to meet his mum since she seemed to have raised such a gentleman. This was of course 100% true and Mumma Prost, as I’ll call her, is the epitome of both hostess and mum. Whether it was filling the car with Keith Urban and Christmas CDs for my drive from the airport, making gorgeous meals day in and day out, snapping perfect photos at every opportunity, or giving me firm but caring medical advice, she doesn’t do things half-assed. Frankly, I was a little intimidated when I first arrived because everything was so impeccable but I felt very welcome very quickly as Mumma Prost (and the entire family really) were very down-to-earth, laid-back, true blue Aussies. Probably the most lovely thing I can think of is how before I left she brought me some travel gifts including a new travel journal. I’m sure to most people a journal is just a journal but when I eventually fill up my current one and switch to my lovely new blue one, I’ll think very fondly of my time in Melbourne and the lovely people I’ve been able to meet.  Also low-key brag, but at one point she told me I was very photogenic, and considering that their entire family is actually beautiful this was basically the best compliment I’ve ever received and I’m holding on to it forever.

Melbourne

So about four and a half years ago I spent 3 days in Melbourne before embarking on a trip along the Great Ocean Road and then up through to the Red Centre in Australia (slightly ironic but it was this trip where I met Not The One.) Of all the places I visited, I was the least impressed with Melbourne. Maybe it was that I didn’t meet anyone or it was winter and cold or that I was homesick for Sydney but either way, I did not like it and really had no intention of going back. Flash forward and I now have about a dozen friends living there and I had skipped visiting on my last trip still. So to find myself in Melbs again all because a boy from Tinder thought he could change my mind on the city, is a tad funny, no? 

But having returned, I can say with all honesty that Melbs is pretty fantastic and has its own unique charm. Prost showed me all that Melbs had to offer. We saw cricket at the world renowned MCG. We had brunch in Fitzroy and wandered laneways for street art. We went to lovely St Kilda beach. And we explored beyond the city as well enjoying summer sunshine on the Mornington Peninsula, on Phllip Island, and in the Yarra Valley. Unlike many cities that offer up their best front and center to visitors, Melbourne is more protective of their treasures and you need to dig a little deeper to see the real gems. Having said that though, it helped to have such fantastic weather and an even more fantastic tour guide to show me around. 

Christmas 

As you can imagine, the highlight of the trip was definitely Christmas. Coming into it I was definitely feeling a bit anxious about meeting an entire set of family members and friends of my perpetual Tinder date, I guess we’ll call it since there’s no real term for whatever this is. This was intensified by the fact that I arrived at nearly midnight on Christmas Eve and Prost and I walked into a silent house so my first actual meeting with anyone was on Christmas morning. To add to my awkwardness Prost joked with me about the fact that I’d had sex twice in his parents’ house before even meeting them, ever the gentleman right? 

Christmas though was absolutely stunning and I was fairly good with learning lots of names quickly (teacher skills!) Both Prost and Mumma Prost ensured that my plate was overly full and wouldn’t let me sit down until we couldn’t fit anything else on it. The weather was fairly cool for an Aussie summer day but was perfect for me and there was sun so I was beaming. Plus between lunch, lots of card games, and pressies, we didn’t really spend much time outside. There was a highly dramatic moment though where during a lull in the late afternoon, the Christmas tree came crashing down sending ornaments flying and splashing water from the bowl on tons of paper wrapped gifts. Some ornaments were lost and some parcels needed quick unwrapping but once the tree was carted away everything was relatively fine. (Lucky pictures of their gorgeous tree had already been taken!) 

We finally sat down to open gifts and everyone seemed at least politely pleased with what I had brought for them - shopping for people you’ve never met is the most difficult task. Prost seemed happy with my gift to him: a scratch-off travel map to help him document his adventures. It felt a bit underwhelming though in my mind once I started opening pressies from him and his family, including beautiful Aussie animal ornaments, heaps of chocolates and biscuits, and the most over the top of all: a sunrise hot air balloon ride and wine tour in the Yarra Valley. If I hadn’t been in such complete shock, I would have sobbed right on the spot. I’d say that was the best part but the real cake topper was a lovely hand-drawn, hand-written card that meant everything to me. I could have gotten nothing else but that card and I’d have felt very lucky to be there. It was truly a Merry Christmas.

In Sickness and in Health

Oh also, I got horribly ill. Probably should mention that at some point! I was all well and good until the penultimate date of the year when I got terribly sunburnt from a cloudy day at the beach. Having lived in Australia previously and being super fair skinned I should know better but I was lax about putting on sunscreen that day and paid the price. So the next day when I had serious chills while wandering St Kilda even though it was warm and sunny out, I chalked it up to a bit of sun poisoning. But once we got home and I could barely lay in bed without shaking, I caved and asked for a thermometer. Good thing too since I had a fever of 39 degrees (that’s 102 for you American folk.) Around this same time, I also started getting pain in my side, a worrying moment if you have kidneys as bad as mine. Luckily, Prost’s parents are a surgeon and nurse and despite the fact that it was NYE, they wrote me a script and picked it up so that I could get on antibiotics asap. They also told me in no uncertain terms that if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to fly home. Now clearly, I’d have loved to spend more time in Australia but that would have caused all kinds of work headaches. Unfortunately, my ill health killed our NYE plans and Prost stayed home with me while I basically just slept on the couch, insisting that I had to be up at midnight. The next day was little better and we were basically house-bound except I managed to feel well enough to go for a swim. Through all of this though, Prost and Mumma Prost looked after me with tender loving care and despite it being a real bummer at least I got sick at the end and not the beginning!

Prost

I guess this is the most important part, the pièce de résistance: how did things go with Prost? Well, I’m oddly not sure how to answer that. If you had asked me while I was there, I would have told you about how effortless things seem to be when we’re together and how much I loved waking up next to him every morning. But I guess when you look back at it, you have a much more critical eye. We had great sex (multiple times a day), but was that the main reason for being there? I bloody hell hope not since I could have had sex without flying half way round the world! One day that really stood out to me was when we went to the cricket and I met a half dozen of his mates from high school. I was a bit nervous since I thought it would be really awkward but I felt like things were quite cheery and genial and not a hair out of place while there. I guess in my mind, if someone holds your hand the whole time while out with their friends, they’re clearly happy to have you there. On the opposite end of the spectrum though, was the day we went on the hot air balloon ride. The ride itself was phenomenal - one of the highlights of my year - but afterwards we went to brekkie and one of the gals from the ballooning company asked us if we were in a long distance relationship. I said we were “nothing right now” and Prost said we were “just friends.” And it cut me deep to the core. I adore my friends but I don’t spend two days travelling to meet their families and spend Christmas with them. Although, in retrospect, my answer was no better or nice sounding. And to his credit, Prost actually brought up the awkward encounter a few days later. But at that point I was sick and kind of brushed it off. 

It was the most incredible holiday. I was totally blessed to be able to visit Australia for a second time this year and to see Melbourne in a different light. Prost and his family were so lovely to me and I felt humbled by all their hospitality. I should be grateful for every moment of this experience. Yet, at the same time, that gratitude is clouded by the lack of closure best described by me when talking to Prost I called us “something else” because I don’t know what else we could be. I’m not good at saying goodbye and that departures area at the airport before security is never kind to me, especially when you get blown a kiss by someone who you’re not sure you’ll see again. 

I guess the practical thing to do now would be to get back on Tinder and start swiping anew. But it’s really hard to put your heart into something when you’re missing a piece, and my piece was left in Melbourne.

[itsjesperfahey]

modern soc au

inej: 

loves to dance !!! esp ballet but she can dance to whatever tbfh, she’s that good 

likes to wear caps, esp backwards. really loves bomber jackets too. 

has a couple, small tattoos dedicated to her saints 

is that one kid who loves to do parkour (both ironically and unironically) for instance is really good at it but sometimes just yells PARKOUR and steps over a rock

usually found eating lunch with her pals on the roof of the school 

is amazing at hide and seek like holy fuck ????? hid for 2 hours once and wasn’t found, came back the next day and was like “y'all losers SUCK" 

loves to study other people’s cultures, as well as history and is great as p.e (never has gotten a bad grade in the flexibility tests) 

likes to read poem books 

has a black cat as a pet named "saint" 

pronounced meme as "mehmeh” the first time she read it 

only has snapchat and instagram. is that kid who ALWAYS posts the sunset every day, esp from weird/high places and the comments are always “HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET UP THERE" 

cried the most during fox and the hound 

always braiding nina’s hair. Knows how to do all the super advanced onces as well

"I don’t know, CAN YOU?" 

 the best one at pushing people on the swings 

AMAZING AT JUST DANCE WITH JESPER 

"sorry I ran out of fucks to give try again later maybe?" 

gives the nicest presents. always knows what a person wants for christmas/their birthday 

the one who’s really into photography and is always taking aesthetic™ pics of Nina for her social media accounts 

Prefers tea over coffee

wylan:

bullied for not being able to read (at least up until high school), so is super shy 

loves drawing. the artistic™ one who takes anatomy to be able to draw people better 

MASTER FLUTE MUSICIAN. On the school band. Jams hard af when he plays it 

is in gem math and AP chem with kuwei. 

loves sweet. addicted to blue jolly ranchers. his tongue is always blue 

constantly pushing up his thick rimmed glasses (even if they ain’t on, which causes him to poke his eye)

looooves all the superhero shows on the CW 

V neck sweaters. always

always has his trusty satchel

only has tumblr. has like 10k followers because of his artwork. 

”‘illuminati’ ? is that a band?“ 

cat person even though he’s allergic to cat fur. absolutely adores inej’s cat. settles for owning a horned lizard named "shrek" 

secretly a huge fan of memes 

really gay for tom holland and ed sheeran (calls him "ginger Jesus”) 

gamer with jesper. they always play overwatch together, wylans better tho. a genji and Ana main 

cried the most during big hero six 

wylan, with blank eyes: “I like my coffee how I like my men” // jesper: *spits out his drink* 

matthias: 

sports fan obv. On the schools hockey team bc his fav is hockey. is extremely competitive when he plays it. Is constantly checking but never gets penalties (aka slamming the other players against the walls)

played basketball against jesper and surprisingly lost. jesper won’t let it go 

dog person. owns a pet pomsky (Pomeranian-husky) with nina who’s name is “bub" 

“long hair don’t care”draws inspiration from Harry styles 

really philosophical. takes all the philosophy/ethics classes available 

kind of sounds like Thor (thick and deep accent) 

a good™

"you’re all horrible trash”

“do we really have to be doing this now? I have to finish my homework" 

loves baking. bakes everything for the love of his life 

grey sweatshirts and adidas shoes 

wears contacts Because he hates how glasses look on him. only wears them when he’s home 

oblivious to all the women in love with him

"CAN YOU EVEN LIFT BRO? BECAUSE I SURE AS FRICK CAN” (doesn’t curse) 

real 👍🏻🤘🏻👌🏻life🤰🏻👼🏻🌱student📚✂️✏️athelete🏃🏼🥇🏆🥅🏒

has Facebook and Twitter only

cried the most during bambi and dumbo 

little spoon™ 

has a couple tattoos with very deep meanings

jesper: 

dancer with inej. dances like those ppl who look like robots ??? the ones who look like they freeze parts of their body while the others move. AMAZING at it 

loves jazz but also dubstep/edm and rap/r&b. Beyoncé is MOM/QUEEN. 

sometimes djs parties 

again, huge gamer with wylan. he’s a lucio and junkrat main for overwatch. loves like every video game ever 

loves all the marvel movies, in love with black panther (was team cap) 

dresses like a hipster but also sometimes a fuck boy (tank tops and shorts with a backwards cap style) 

favorite subject is business and debate. great negotiator 

cried the most during the lion king 

A+ cosplayer (especially his lucio cosplay) 

big supporter of human rights (LGBTA+, feminist, black lives matter, poc representation). Will LITERALLY get into fights over anyone who thinks otherwise. Fist fights, always supported by Kaz and Matthias. Got suspended for 3 days for breaking a kids nose who thought LGBTA+ people should **** ** ****) 

that one kid who has 50 fidget spinners and can do cool tricks with them. also manages to sell all of them 

skateboard pro™ 

always sends the blinking face meme, even if it’s out of context 

all the social medias. 

one tattoo only of a gun with a 'bang’ flag coming out of it 

nina: 

 PROFESSIONAL👏🏻 MAKE 👏🏻 UP 👏🏻 ARTISTS 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 HAS HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF FOLLOWERS ON HER INSTAGRAM AND THE SAME FOR HER YOUTUBE CHANNEL 

Speaking of YouTube, she always does cute videos. Baking/cooking tutorial videos featuring Matthias, 'i do my boyfriends makeup’, 'my boyfriend does my makeup’, 'my boyfriend buys my makeup’, does make up tutorials obviously, challenges with her best friend inej like the 'whisper challenge’. everyone loves her and says her and Matthias are their otp 

loves fashion design, takes that class. 

loves horror movies/creepy things but also Disney 

great at roller skating 

always wins the best dressed awards ad school 

also huge fan of ed sheeran. loves little mix more than 5h. 

cried the most during 'up' 

Can speak like 4 languages (English, french, Latin and spanish) 

loves traveling and learning about new cultures too 

dancer!inej’s biggest fan and hockey!matthias’ biggest fan 

always breaks snapchat streaks 

likes to (friendly) debate with jesper, especially over stupid things 

amazing with kids. babysits all the time. calls “bub” (the dog) her and matthias’ baby 

big spoon™ 

notes are so fucking pretty. buys the most expensive stationary and notebooks 

also huge supporter of human rights. runs the feminist club. (Jesper is the Vice President) stresses loving yourself and your body, and makes sure to design comfortable yet GORGEOUS clothes for “"plus sized people”“ 

wins 'dynamic duo’ award with inej 

always eating lollipops 

has a few very small tatos of cute things like roses and crowns. has one quote written in cursive on her rib

kaz: 

prefers black coffee as well 

loves crime shows, whether they’re real or fake. for instance loves both 'Dateline’ and 'Criminal Minds’ also loves 'House’

 favorite class is psychology, learning how a person thinks and acts and feels

has the dregs tattoo on his arm * edge lord 9000™ * such a drama queen and diva like damn 

*deep sigh* "I think I’d rather go take a nap” *gets up and leaves* 

also loves computer science. knows how to hack shit like a pro 

always rough housing with jesper. broke a table once 

does walk with a cane. likes to slap matthias’ ass with it 

“bow down you fucking peasants" 

only types in lower case with 0 emojis and no punctuation marks. CONSTANTLY leaves people on read 

only has Twitter and snapchat. His posts on snapchat never have captions, yet somehow has a 200 day streak with Jesper and a 250 day streak with inej 

loves watching horror movies with nina 

 *in a fight* "oh I’ll sHOW YOU SOME DIRTY HANDS” *swings* 

gets second place for best dressed award 

always sending memes with no context in their group chat, as well as vines 

indie and alternative rock fan 

“does it look like I care because I’m sorry if it does I didn’t mean to give you that impression" 

head over heels for inej Ghafa like wow 

likes to read a lot of mystery books and non fiction books 

cried the most during finding dory 

can solve a Rubik’s cube under a minute and won’t let you forget it 

The one asshole who picks either Kirby or metaknight in super smash brothers brawl

 hates seeing the notification bubble so he always has all chats muted and notifications turned off for apps 

kiss ass to all the teachers to get them A’s

Kuwei: 

SCIENCE NERD. ALWAYS singing the bill nye theme song. Loves ASAPScience on YouTube. Master at chemistry and biology 

"hey did u know bill nye is, like, my dad" 

nina treats him like a baby 

loves everything to do with Star Wars while wylan loves star trek more. Fighting ensues. 

has a pet Siamese cat name sparky 

Used to have a huge crush on jesper and everyone knew it except jesper. 

knows the intro to the bee movie ("according to all known laws of aviation-”)

 jesper in the group chat: “gonna go shower be right back” // kuwei: “without me ;)?” // wylan: “KUWEI SWEAR TO FUCK” // kaz: “watch your fucking language wylan" 

obsessed with Pokémon go even if it died out (chose team instinct) 

"fight me on this" 

has Twitter, snapchat and instagram 

Always drinking ginger ale 

master at bop it 

the one kid who always forgets to pay you back for stuff 

is also into the CW super hero shows, so him and wylan are constantly talking about it 

loves cartoons and anime 

speaks fluent fuckboy 

God awful at comebacks 

"let’s take a selfie guys !!!” // “kuwei no-” // *snapshot sound* 

talks !!! Like !! This !!!! for,,, some reason ???????? 

huge nerd for other things too like lord of the rings and Harry Potter and game of thrones 

cried the most during inside out

 "do you think planes are scared of heights?“ // "for fucks same kuwei it’s 4am”

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6 Worst Tourist Traps in New York Town

New York City overflows with tradition and pleasure. Who hasn’t dreamt about searching the Metropolis that Under no circumstances Sleeps? However like the remainder of the globe, elements enhance. Fairly a couple of of New York’s most well-known factors of curiosity have turn into, at finest, a waste of time, and even worse, full ripoffs. New Yorkers can place a sucker from a mile absent, so do by yourself a favor and skip these infamous vacationer traps. You probably have a a number of hrs to find the metropolis, do it the suitable method: retail outlet your baggage in New York and go to the hidden gems instantly!

1. Instances Sq.

Besides they’re hitting a Broadway clearly present, most New Yorkers stop Events Sq. just like the plague. For a number of years now, Cases Sq. has flip into virtually nothing however a grimy labyrinth of overpriced chain eating institutions with tons of web site guests, irritating frauds and a big absence of basic public restrooms.

The thought of observing the ball drop on New 12 months’s Eve would possibly ship once more nostalgic reminiscences. However these occasions, NYE in Time’s Sq. is a miserably crowded commercialized nightmare. Possibly you will admire being penned in like cattle and watching tacky pop stars lipsynch when retaining your urine all evening.

Alright.

Go for it.

However in case you’d somewhat escape the sardine can and have house to bounce, hit 1 of the fewer-touristy NYE occasions.

What to do alternatively of Instances Sq.

Shell out New 12 months’s Eve at Central Park, through which a a lot much less claustrophobic get together options fireworks and musical features.

A lot better however, head to the locals’ favored NYE social gathering at Prospect Park within the Bronx.

In case you are a initial-time buyer to NYC, skipping Instances Sq. might probably go away you absolutely heartbroken. Right here’s a NY professional concept: Go within the early early morning a number of hours simply forward of dawn. You possibly can nonetheless take a look at the lights and get out of there upfront of the madness begins off.

2. Little Italy

Inspite of in extra of 100 yrs of historic previous, there may be not a lot dependable Italian-American way of life remaining in the neighborhood. Tiny Italy has sadly reworked itself right into a bonafide vacationer lure. Assured, you could properly uncover a couple of good high quality, old-faculty Italian eating locations on this article, however it’s merely not likely well worth the bother. Pushy waiters on Mulberry Street will escort you to an overpriced and tasteless restaurant simply earlier than you’ll be able to bat an eye fixed.

What to do alternatively of Minimal Italy

For genuine Italian-American foodstuff, most locals head to Arthur Avenue within the Bronx.

Hit up an unique, group Italian deli, these as Defonte’s on Staten Island or Joe’s Italian Deli within the Bronx.

If feeding on in Little Italy is a non-negotiable bucket-record merchandise, do your examine preliminary. Know what you need. Make reservations, and stroll briskly previous the pushy saleswaiters once you arrive.

3. The Empire Situation Developing Commentary Deck

The art work deco Empire Situation Making, designed in 1931, stays one explicit of the most well-liked symbols of New York Metropolis. Unhappy to say, with its prolonged strains and astronomically-priced tickets, the view from the Commentary Deck is an entire squander of time. You’ll spend upwards of $58 for normal entry and a whopping $93 for the “Skip-the-Line” ticket. When you get there, you will uncover the deck so jammed with vacationers that you simply’ll need to escape right away.

Skip this vacationer entice. There are considerably better areas to get good sights of New York. Except for, the Empire Situation Developing seems to be considerably further extraordinary from the skin.

What to do as a substitute of Empire Level out Creating

Wander greater than the Brooklyn Bridge, and see the unimaginable views from the Brooklyn Heights Promenade.

Although not as well-known, the Manhattan Bridge presents excellent views of the town.

Go to the Main of the Rock. Though tickets worth $34, that is the place wherever locals simply take their out-of-city attendees for the simplest views of the metropolis.

4. Ice skating at Rockefeller Heart

Even however it’s been romanticized in each Christmas movement image provided that the daybreak of Hollywood, ice skating at Rockefeller Centre has flip right into a depressing vacationer entice. It costs an arm and a leg, and you will hardly have dwelling to switch near.

Go forward and confirm out the Xmas tree and the attitude from the Prime rated of the Rock. Then, get the heck out of there, and run to through which the locals go to get their yearly wintertime wonderland repair.

What to do as a substitute of ice skating at Rockefeller Center

You’ll receive significantly cheaper and far less-crowded skating at Bryant Park shut by or McCarren Rink in Brooklyn. Equally rinks aren’t any value. You’ll simply need to fork out a really low skate-rental worth.

Strengthen your vacation getaway spirits with a stroll via the Union Sq. Vacation Present market.

Try out the Xmas lights at Dyker Heights.

5. Madame Tussaud’s and Ripley’s Imagine it or Not

New York Metropolis is dwelling to among the most lovely museums in the whole world, and plenty of of them are completely free. Why squander your time ready in lengthy strains to go to two unoriginal and overpriced chain museums? Madame Tussaud’s and Ripley’s will depart you expertise ripped off. Skip them.

What to do alternatively of Madame Tussaud’s

Properly worth the $25 ticket fee, The Tenement Museum presents individuals an academic and entertaining notion into the heritage of New York’s immigrant populace.

The Met shows a in depth number of intercontinental artwork courting once more 5000 years.

Check out the MoMA or the Guggenheim to see monumental collections of among the world’s most well-known is efficient of recent artwork.

6. Digital Dance Events within the Meatpacking District

The after edgy Meatpacking District scene has grow to be completely nothing however an highly-priced and cheesy meat-industry. You’ll pay out beaucoup dinero for watered-down drinks and enterprise pop electronica. Actually do not do it!

What to do as a substitute of Digital Dance Get-togethers

From psychedelic electronica to rowdy keep reveals, Williamsburg rocks as the brand new hotspot for songs in NYC.

Important music lovers want to move straight to Harlem. Harlem hosts an unimaginable world-wide audio scene that undoubtedly demonstrates the multicultural make-up of New York.

Go bar-hopping at among the live jazz golf equipment within the West Village.

Ideally, this guideline will allow you keep away from the worst vacationer traps and have an incredible time in your tour to New York City.

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A purple glowing gem sits in Nye's palm, reflecting into the Entity's black eyes."N-no!! I won't touch them. I went through so much effort to get them, in order to maintain the balance of-"Then their eyes gained the same purple glow as the stone."I suppose one less Killer couldn't hurt..."

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just wondering if there was someplace with a description of what the signs look like? purely for scientific purposes

I did a post about it months ago, but alas I cannot find it so I shall just make a new one rn

Aries - Brown hair with gold and auburn highlights, reaches just below shoulder blades, used to be dark brown but then Libra dyed it, amber eyes, 5′7″

Taurus - Curly dark brown hair, either straightened with a /slight/ wave or let loose there is no in between, dark brown eyes, 5′6″

Gem - Auburn hair dyed so that it’s more of a bright orange, sidecut, hazel/light green eyes, 5′5″

Nye - Auburn hair, shaggy undercut, hazel/light green eyes, 6′2″

Cancer - Dark red hair, originally dark brown, shoulder length, gray eyes, 5′3″

Leo - Wavy golden blonde hair, amber/brown eyes, 5′7″

Virgo - Mousy brown hair, pin straight, falls to halfway down her back, light brown eyes, 5′4″

Libra - Honey blonde hair, long and either styled into waves or let loose, hazel eyes, blue colored contacts, 5′8″

Scorpio - Platinum blonde hair, originally dark brown, dark green eyes, 5′9″

Sagittarius - Dyed auburn hair, originally dark brown, undercut, brown eyes, 6′1″

Capricorn - Black hair, well groomed hairstyle always, blue eyes, 6′0″

Aquarius - Platinum white hair, originally blonde, quiff, light blue eyes, 6′0″

Pisces - Aqua-dyed hair, originally black, blue eyes, 5′2″

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Chapter 2- Let’s take it slow

Nye, a Dragonborn of the Great, Red Dragon Delmora.

Perhaps that’s not the proper term though... 

Nye is THE Dragonborn of Delmora. 

The society of scaled humanoids has resided in the mountains for ages, each one have ventured out into the world. The goal of which is simply to honor Delmora with gold, gems, and magical items. Each and every one born under the dragon must make their way to a statuette of the the Great Dragon after their travels and present all of what they have found and hold dear. Most find the outside world, beyond the caves of Mount Hotenow, a backwater world with no respect. They bring such things as, wine, jewelry, an orb with a single mechanical fish in it, an ear ring made of and shaped after a teardrop, or simply currency. The dragon has long passed from an age old battle that left few of his kind alive many years ago.

Nye too made this pilgrimage. I venture out into the world to find the most valuable thing he could. 

As fate would have it, this set him on a course toward what many believe to be one one the greatest and most chaotic events of all time. The spell plague.

Nye traveled to Neverwinter, the city of skilled hands, the Jewel of the North, and upon entry, was overwhelmed with powerful scents, beautiful colors, and craftsmanship like none would ever believe. Nye thought, surely, among these must be a jewel that will earn Delmora’s favor. 

Within Neverwinter, Nye would explore the many streets, he would return home  empty handed, and set out again the next day. These excursions lasted longer and longer, until one day, he never came back. Nye still believed he should bring back the most glorious jewel to honor Delmora, this much is true, however he felt that every day there was something new and more superb than anything from the last. 

Then, Nye fell in love. A halfling, Bree Ashenstep of Khiester. She was in a garden dedicated to Sune, the Goddess of Love, Beauty, Life, and Light. He found her in the day, hanging garden overhead, a old yet striking statue of Sune nested against a wall. Bree watered the plants and caught a glint of ruby that caught her eye. She looked up to him, gave a wide smile, and glistened.

Bree showed him the beauty of this world. The people, the places, smells, sights. The more she showed him, the more Nye felt that this Sune, embodied all that was great, in this world. A deity to look upon for guidance. Truly someone to follow. Nye became a devoted cleric from then on and joined a guild to set out on a world of adventure.