#gonna eat him wowowow

[lgbtuan]

wooyoung ☆ nacific

[seventeenpins]

triptych - pt ii

pairing: tommy miller x joel miller x f!reader

word count: 3.3k

summary: after a shitty day, the man you've been chatting with all evening brings you back to his place only for you to discover he lives with his brother, an old flame of yours. they both fuck you. pre-outbreak. 18+

warnings: ooof i know i'm gonna miss something but here goes! multiple orgasms, dirty talk, pussy eating, dick sucking, ass eating/ass play, anal, joel miller is an ass man, double penetration, it's literally just porn there is so little substance here it's shameful, probably not incest but maybe a little??? like the brothers aren't into each other but their balls kinda touch so i'll leave that just in case..., light spanking, creampie, light breeding?, pls tell me if i'm missing anything important

a/n: wowowow i cannot believe how fuckin lovely y'all are, i hadn't been writing for years but i certainly never received so much feedback. thanks for reading and interacting and being part of such a cool and deeply horny community 😅 my asks are always open and i'd love to take on some requests! thank u to those who've sent some so far, i'm working on them now. besides requests, upcoming fics include a follow-up to bad girl and a vampire au 💕

also, thank you for indulging in this pairing!! (grouping?) i feel like a lot of threesome fics are very pro-joel with tommy cucking, and though they're fucking excellent, i wanted to give tommy some love and an equal place at the side of his incredibly hot brother.

check out part i

when you'd first sat down at that grimy dive bar, never in a million years would you have anticipated the scene that was unfolding in front of you now.

“shit," tommy says, "she looks so nice down on her knees for us, huh joel?”

joel looks feral as he stares you down. "such a good girl for us,” he agrees, “but we gotta see if that mouth can do more than talk.”

he's holding your wrists behind your back, while tommy grips a firm hand through your hair and unbuckles his belt with the other.

"open up, baby," tommy says, and presses one finger into your mouth and then another. he gently strokes his fingers in and out of your mouth, pressing into your tongue, slowly going deeper and deeper till you're sure you can feel the digits at the back of your throat. you can feel that you've started to drool a little, and tommy lets out a little groan at the discovery.

"you think you're ready for me?" tommy asks, and you nod.

in one smooth motion, his cock is springing from his boxers and the head is pressing gently at your lips.

feeling just the tip in your mouth, you already know your jaw is gonna hurt tomorrow. you relax your jaw and open wider, and tommy makes a slightly strangled noise that you take as a great sign.

as he fucks into your mouth, your eyes begin to water and tommy notices, brushing the tears away.

"you're takin' it so good," joel lavishes his praise on you and you never want it to end, "such a good girl, aren't you? keep that throat nice and open for my brother, won't ya? i know you wanna relax into it, baby, let him see just how much you love havin his dick down your throat."

it makes you moan, his words making you almost uncomfortably wet. tommy keeps thrusting down your throat, hips occasionally stuttering.

"shit, honey-" tommy says, and chuckles at your whine when he pulls his cock out of your mouth, "you're suckin' it so good, i need a break or i'm gonna come in that pretty mouth a whole lot sooner than i mean to."

joel drops your wrists and backs up to the sofa.

"why don'tcha sit on my lap, darlin'?" he grins, and pats on his inner thigh, his cock visibly straining in his jeans, a little damp patch visible where you're sure the tip is.

"only if you take your pants off," you say, and joel's eyebrows shoot up.

joel considers. "fine, but we're gonna work you up real nice before you get to sit on anyone's cock.

once you're sat on joel's lap, his cock straining against his boxers, tommy’s kissing you with such frenzied passion you feel dizzy. the sensation is only heightened when joel runs a knuckle down your spine, dragging over each vertebrae, massaging and tantalising. then both hands are grabbing at your waist and over your hips as if mapping you out. it’s not overtly hungry, not yet, but there’s a sensuality to it you didn’t quite remember from your brief and ill-fated encounters with joel years back. you're suddenly hit with a pang of sadness that you never stayed in touch. you would've liked to see him get his first grey hairs. instead it feels like you hit fast forward and jolted ahead.

joel's close behind you and you feel his hot breath on your neck as he pulls down the neckline of your top and licks a line along the hollow of your collarbone and back up to your ear, and the drag of his tongue is delicious. he nibbles on your earlobe and the sensation draws an obscene moan from your lips. 

tommy’s close to you, too, his big hands cupping your jaw as he kisses his tongue deep into your mouth, running it along your teeth. his cock is still hanging out from his jeans, thick and hard, and you don't try to disguise the way you stare at it as you look him up and down.

"you've got far too many clothes on, sweetheart," tommy grins, and you pull off your top. before you can unhook your bra, joel's already unfastened it and is helping you pull it off.

tommy drops to his knees now, licking and sucking at your nipples, as joel unbuttons your pants, unzips them, and helps you lift your hips to yank them off of you.

the graze of tommy's teeth against the sensitive flesh of your breast makes you whimper and rut up on joel's thigh, and the brothers both laugh at your desperate noises.

"shit, she's needy, ain't she?" joel teases as he grips your waist with one hand and lets the other drag down to your panties, holding you in place while he starts to rub his fingers along your slit through the damp fabric.

he tugs at the band of your lace panties and ponders for a moment. "you partial to these?" he asks, and you shrug, "not particularly".

"good," joel says. that's all he needs to hear before he's tearing them apart and dropping the tattered fabric aside.

"well now you're just putting on a show," you tease, and he laughs but doesn't disagree. he just strokes a finger along your folds.

"i think you're a girl who likes a show," he tells you as he gathers up a little bit of your slick and slides it along your pussy. "now, what else do you like, darlin'? you want me to play with your lil clit? or just finger fuck you?"

"both," you whine, "any of it. all of it, please-"

he teases a finger into you very gently, just a little press that goes a little deeper each time he pulls it out and presses back in, till you realise he's sinking it in all the way to the hand with each thrust.

right as he adds another finger, to your surprise, tommy drops to his knees. he spreads your thighs wider and looks up for a moment, and you think you can feel joel nod behind you. that's all it takes, and tommy dives in. joel thrusts his fingers into you more urgently as laves kisses on and around your clit. he deepens it, pressing harder, flicking his tongue furiously along your swollen nerve endings and there's enough sensation that you know you won't last long.

"yes, that's it," you cry, and now it's your turn to grab tommy by the hair and press his face right where you need it the most. you're grinding up on his tongue while joel steadily continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, and you know you couldn't be quiet even if you tried.

"fuck," your words sound more like sobs now and you really don't give a shit, "keep going, just like that, joel you can go harder, tommy yes, lick my clit like that, i'm gonna- i'm gonna come-"

"good girl," joel talks you through it, "letting us take care of you like this. you need us to fuck you stupid, don'tcha? you're gonna leave here in the mornin' all stretched open, feeling us deep inside ya for days, huh?"

his filthy words are all you need to teeter over the edge- "fuuuck!" you scream, and you're positively panting now, verging on hysterical. you know joel can feel your pussy clench around him, you're so wet you're worried you've ruined joel's jeans, and you're so overstimulated that you can't speak more than a syllable or two at a time.

"oh you come so pretty," tommy says, pulling away from you to speak. you can see the way his lips are glistening with your slick before he kisses you on your inner thighs, peppering the soft skin with attention.

then, your eyes practically roll back in your head as he dives back in.

joel hasn't stopped fingering you, either, and once tommy's mouth is back on you, joel presses his fingers back into you more deeply again.

"shit, it's too much, i don't think i can take another this quick-" you try to say, but joel shushes you.

"i can already feel it coming," joel tells you, "can feel how your thighs are trembling, how you're already clenching down on me."

you're treading dangerously close to uncomfortably overstimulated, but you're also so completely turned on, you barely care. if you're gonna die in pursuit of a nut, so be it.

"fuck, you're right-" you tell joel, and tommy moans into you letting delicious vibrations pulse through you, and that sends you over the edge again.

you thrust and writhe and rut against them both, and tommy shows you mercy this time, drawing back and letting you get a little relief from the overwhelm of sensation instead of keeping his mouth on you.

you need a moment to catch your breath, and both joel and tommy rub soothing circles into your skin, joel's hands on your hips and tommy's on your thighs, and it feels exquisite.

"that's it, sweetheart, that's it-" joel soothes, and though your breathing's evened out, you know your thighs are still shaking.

tommy's licking up the arousal from between your thighs as if cleaning you off, and he looks up at you with almost dopey, half-lidded eyes, grinning.

"you taste like heaven, honey," he says, and he looks almost as fucked out as you feel. all this from eating pussy, you wonder, and that's another point in the favor of tommy miller being a man who likes to take care of fine things.

"i think i'm gettin' jealous now," joel teases, "i might need a taste, too."

without another word, tommy kisses you deeply and you taste yourself on his tongue. joel tilts your head back to meet him, and he kisses the taste from your mouth, groaning as he does it.

the sounds they're both making are so fucking hot, you love how they emote. there's nothing as unsexy as getting fucked by someone who stays absolutely silent throughout, and hearing them as pathetic as you feel works you up even more.

"what do you need, sweetheart," joel asks, and he's running a finger along your swollen folds now, teasing and torturous.

"you want us to fuck your pussy and your mouth," he asks, and moves to stroke a finger along your cheek, "you wanna have a big cock on either end of ya?"

you shake your head and joel raises his eyebrows.

"tell us what you want, baby," tommy says, and joel drags his fingers back along your pussy before tentatively using his forefinger to circle your asshole.

"please, joel-" you realise you're begging and it draws a laugh from tommy.

"you're a naughty girl, aren't you?" tommy asks, and the way he's grinning tells you that he wouldn't want it any other way.

"wanna feel full of you, both of you-" you whine.

"you gotta tell us, else we won't know what you want," joel says. from his tone of voice, it's clear he knows exactly what you want, but you need to beg for it.

"my pussy. and my ass. wanna ride both of you, feel both of you, get fucked by both of you-"

"jesus christ," tommy moans, "i bet we can make that happen, huh, big brother?"

you turn around to look at joel and his pupils are so blown, his eyes look black.

"bedroom." joel says, and it isn't a request.

tommy scoops you up in his arms and follows joel to his bedroom.

"drop her right here," joel says to tommy, and you're deposited on the edge of the bed, joel kneeling on the floor in front of you.

"looks so pretty for us," tommy says, and he sits down in an armchair near the foot of the bed and starts stroking his aching cock.

you'd been so fucked out already, you almost forgot you'd done almost nothing to take care of them. tommy's cock looks almost red and angry, and joel's is still tucked into his boxers, but the damp spot is spreading and it looks so thick through the fabric.

"let's get you ready for us, sweetheart," joel says, and without any more warning, he hooks his hands under your knees and pulls you up, legs spread, knees hanging over his shoulders. "i'm gonna eat this cute lil asshole, baby," he says and spits on your tight hole before rubbing his thumb gently against it, spreading the saliva.

he teases you with his tongue a little, testing it before pressing it flat and licking along it. you moan, and he growls against you.

you learn very quickly that joel miller is an ass man.

he eats ass like he was made for it, growling into you, spit dripping down his chest as he keeps your legs propped up on his shoulders, your thighs held in place with one arm. you're gasping through your moans and joel is drawing circles around your hole now, popping a finger into his mouth, and tentatively pressing it into the tight ring of muscle. it's fucking animalistic and you don't think anything could possibly make this better, until you notice the moans coming from tommy and the wet sounds of him furiously fisting his cock.

you're already fucked out from your first orgasms that you're practically boneless and limp, totally relaxed in a way you didn't often get. it made the feeling of joel fucking his fingers into you more glorious, building you up in a way you're not used to.

he makes quick (but thorough) work of opening you up, till he's got three fingers in your asshole and tommy's telling you how beautiful you look through his own choked moans, and you think you might lose your mind as you pant and grind and whine and joel isn't saying anything because his mouth is far too busy.

he pulls back and takes a good look at you. with someone else you might feel uncomfortably exposed but instead, you see hunger and desire in the brothers' and you know this is affecting them at least as much as it is you.

"i think we've got ya ready," joel hums, and he turns to look at his brother, "wanna check?" he asks, and tommy stands up and walks over.

you know you feel loose and ready, but the simple act of tommy popping a finger into your mouth to get it wet and then tracing it around your asshole, examining the preparation, drives you insane.

"i think she'll take it good for us," he grins and your heart flutters, "good girl," he says to you.

"you ready for us?" joel asks, and you nod.

"fuck me," you tell them.

joel lowers you down from his shoulders and tommy lays down on the bed before beckoning you.

"giddy up, cowgirl," he says with a wink, and you roll your eyes but take your cue.

you crawl up the bed, straddling his legs and then hovering over his cock which he's holding aloft.

"you good, baby?" he asks softly, and it's incredibly sweet in a way that makes you want to eat him up alive and also get fucked within an inch of your life by him.

"fuckin great," you tell him, and you pull him into a deep kiss before relaxing yourself over his cock, letting the head press into your pussy and sinking down onto it.

"jesus christ," he chokes out, and he sounds so desperate you can't help but fucking down on him, your ass slapping as you, move, his cock pressing so fucking deep into you and then you feel joel approach you from behind his hands gently running over your asscheeks and you know he's feeling the way your flesh bounces as you get off on his brother's cock. then, his hands are off of you, you hear the squirt of a lube bottle, and suddenly joel's thick lubed tip is pressing against you.

you try to thrust backwards towards it, but almost pull off tommy's cock fully, and it's like you're trying to ride both ends of a dick seesaw.

joel notices your frustration, laughing as you writhe.

"patience," he says, and delivers a sharp smack to your ass that thrusts you deeper onto tommy's cock. then, you can feel joel pressing into you, inch by inch.

once his cock head is fully sheathed in your tight ass, you take a moment to breathe before you start to find a rhythm that'll get all of you off at the same time. it takes a moment, and a few adjustments by all three of you, but before you know it, you can feel tommy brushing against your cervix and joel fully fucking into your asshole, practically rearranging your guts. with each rough thrust, they're fucking into you as one.

you're all moaning, gasping for breath. the slapping of skin against skin is delicious, and you're certain joel's balls are smacking against tommy's and you're not sure if it's weird or the hottest thing you've ever experienced.

you feel so full, you feel so fucking full it's perfect, it's delicious, you wanna be split open like this for the rest of time, want to feel two fat cocks using your holes for their pleasure, for your pleasure, because it all just feels so fucking good.

"fuck," tommy says, and it's the first thing any of you have been able to vocalise for a minute, "i'm gonna-"

"come in me," you tell him, cutting him off and he shudders.

that's all he needed before it hits him and he lets out a deep groan and unloads deep into you. it sets off a chain reaction. you come next, clenching around tommy's cock and exploding with a sob, your entire body shaking uncontrollably, and that tips joel over the edge, too as you whine at him, "come in my ass, joel-" and then he makes a strangled noise and you feel his balls tighten and hips stutter and he's unloading in you, pulse after pulse of thick come.

you lay there, tommy beneath you and joel on top of you, their cocks still twitching inside of you. gently, you tap joel's hip and he grunts and rolls over, pulling out of you. you gingerly pull yourself off of tommy, and then immediately collapse between the two of them.

"well, shit," you say, so totally blissed out you're floating on a whole other level.

"jesus christ," tommy says, and then joel starts laughing and it's the best thing you've ever heard.

"you doin' alright, darlin?" joel asks, "we take good care o' ya?"

you nod, consumed with so much euphoria you can't use your words properly.

"good- good joel," you say, "good tommy," you pat them each on the thighs and joel snorts.

tommy pops off the bed for a moment and rummages around in the other room before coming back to ask, "need a hit?"

you nod and he places the joint between your lips and sparks it. you take a deep inhale and slow blink as you sit yourself up and look at both of them.

"let's clean ya up, darlin," joel says, and, as it turns out, tommy brought a washcloth as well as weed. and he had my priorities straight you think.

"if you want me out of your house," you tell them, "you'd better tell me now so i can call a cab. otherwise, i'm gonna pass out here in the next twelve seconds."

"i won't be here in the morning", joel tells you, "got an early shift, but as i recall, tommy's specialty is box pancakes and they sometimes turn out edible."

tommy playfully slaps at his brother, and then kisses your cheek. joel kisses your cheek, too. tommy cleans you up a little, and you fall contentedly asleep between these two beautiful men.

the last thing you think before you drift off is fuck that promotion, it's not such a bad day after all.

[le-trash-prince]

Jack & Joker EP 2 Thoughts

The fake tattoos are not doing it for me but fake tattoos never do, so

Taking bets on whether this same prison shows up in Pit Babe 2

Jenny!!!

I’m eating up the juicy dramatic angst of their reunion

Khun Johnson lololol

I love that Jack is still taking measures to protect Joke even while revealing his con to the boss. Also I wonder what thoughts these two bodyguards are having during Jack and Joke’s conversation dhfjfjf do they get paid enough to care

I’m a sucker for rolled up shirtsleeves

Can they stop FLIRTING during this fight

“They’re acting like they’re flirting” SHFJFJF HELP EVEN THE CRONIES CAN SEE IT

Joke CHARMED HIS WAY OUT OF A BEATING I’M DYING SHFJF i love this little shit oh my god

Joke taking a knife wound for Jack 🥹 My kryptonite 

Ok I’m gonna start calling him Joker now bc I keep mixing up their names and calling them both Jack help

THE THROAT GRAB…. YES… YES

And then verbally wounding Joker while he’s on the ground oh my god……….. they did this for me

When I saw Jack’s ring in the boss’ room my mind teleported to “IS HE PLANNING ON PROPOSING??” but then I came back to reality and remembered Jack had given him the ring as collateral shfnfndnds sorry the boss said “You know you’re my favorite” and my mind has been committing sins ever since 🤷‍♂️

Joker in a wig and makeup wowowow 🙌🙌🙌

I may have enjoyed this episode even more than the first bc the physical and emotional whump really got me 🔥🔥🔥

I love that the show has established itself as both dramatic and unserious. This is the kind of shit I eat up.

Also Carbon my worstie where is your punchable face at 🥺

[delopsia]

Delly bean, if you're looking for thoughts or thots if ye prefer (lol), I have more than I know what to do with.

Shall I bring up the idea of Fall with Miles Miller?? Cookin all those hot dinners, baked goods and all the homemade candies and treats for all the trick-or-treaters who come by when Halloween is in full swing. Apple picking for sure would be a big thing for him along with pumpkin picking and maybe reading Bram Stoker's "Dracula" by the fireplace.

I also kinda feel like Miles would be like Ben Mears and try to eat you out with those fake vampire fangs and he does a shitty Dracula impression to go with it (lol).

Miles and autumn are perfect together, wowowow 😭🍂he's such a cutie, and the change of seasons only amplifies it. His beloved cardigan matches the leaves he's been so meticulously raking into piles, its the color of the candles he lights and smells like freshly fallen leaves and vanilla.

Something about the orange, red, and yellow leaves sends Miles into a little cooking frenzy. He isn't sure what it is that causes it, but he practically lives in the kitchen from early September to late November.

He's not really a pumpkin/pumpkin spice fan, but he indulges in everything else. Homemade apple butter and apple cider, pot pies, chillis, stuffed pasta shells, vegetable soup. You're gonna have to beg him to quit making apple pie ice cream and cranberry bread pudding; otherwise, he's going to make it every Thursday afternoon.

You two probably visit two apple orchards a month, always a different one, always in need of more apples because someone can't quit baking with them. There's no stopping him; you once jokingly asked if he's had enough apples and those sad little eyes nearly made you apologize for thinking the joke was even funny 😭

Taking him to the pumpkin patch is so fun; he loves to go and collect the tiny ones that nobody else wants. You two always come home with one or two large pumpkins and a whole bunch of tiny ones to snuggle up to them. Their babies, Miles affectionately calls them.

He thinks he's so funny when he pulls the plastic fangs off the store shelf and jokes about eating you out with them on. It's a joke that lasts long enough for it to wind up in the basket the next time you two go shopping; at some point, it just became a question of 'but is it possible?'

It is, but now Miles has the worst lisp imaginable. The things connect behind his teeth, and it's the most endearing little thing. He can't comfortably get his tongue very fart past the plastic fangs, resigning himself to frustratingly swift kitten licks, can't really do anything but overwhelm your poor clit until you can't take it anymore.

He talks a little funny afterward, not because of the teeth, but because his tongue is sore 🍂 but he won't need to talk for what you're planning to do with him next.

[empressofthesunwriter]

Cosmic Phantoms

What do you get if you put a sassy Half-Ghost, a bubbly Magical Ghostly Girl, a strongwilled Goth and a skirt-chasing Tech-Nerd together?

Well, the greatest Ghost Hunting Team on Earth!

Join Danny, Julia, Sam and Tucker on their crazy adventures.

Puberty is a joke against the forces they are up to!

I changed Cosmo's name to Julie Cosmos, even if I keep calling her Cosmos to distance her from her human self, just a heads up ^^

Check out my DeviantArt to see Julia's clothes for season 1!

Parental Bonding

Julia tried her hardest not to cringy and smiled politely at the boy in front of her.

God, with him, it was the seventh boy who asked her out on the dance.

The poor sod didn't fare any better than the others.

He was stuttering and sweating.

She decides to save him from making himself look like a fool.

"Listen here...", what was his name again? Damn, Julia was bad with names. "Nathaniel?"

Okay, she was right he looked at her with hope in his eyes.

The red-haired girl felt bad that she had to crush it.

"I already have a date for the dance, so sorry. I hope you find another date."

With a last smile, she hightailed out of the situation and sat down on the bench where Sam and Danny were eating and Tucker was sulking.

Other than Julia, Tucker couldn't get a date.

"This was suitor, what, number 8?", teased Sam.

Julia got her own lunch out, a simple peanut butter jelly sandwich.

"Number 7.", corrected Julia and bit down on her sandwich. "And I got asked out by four girls, so 11 together."

Frustrated Tucker smashes his head against the table.

"I don't get you, Julie! You are formally swimming in dates and I got zero!"

"I already told you, I have a date."

"Gonna tell us who?", asked Danny.

She nodded and pointed at Sam, who grinned at the surprised boys.

"I asked Sam and she said yes."

"Wowowow, backtrack!", yelled Tucker in disbelief. "YOU asked SAM?"

"Is there a problem Tucker?", said Sam in a sugary-sweet voice which promised broken bones in his future.

Thankful he understood the subtext.

"No, no, no. Just surprised. How Julie has admirers left and right I thought she would go with one of them."

The girl in question snorted.

"Naah, I rather go with my friend, than with someone I barely know. You guys do realise that I'm still the new girl."

"Yeah, and the ones who want to go out with Julia, just want to go out with her for her looks. I'm going with her because she is my friend and we like each other.", added Sam.

But the words of the girls fly over the boy's head.

Confused Sam and Julia look at them.

"What?", asks Sam annoyed.

"Paulina...", chorused Danny and Tucker dreamily together.

Indeed there was Paulina, the most popular and beautiful girl in school. Paulina walks down a pathway while boys stare distractedly at her.

One boy on a bike crashes into a tree, while another walks into a guy sitting on a fountain and they both fall into the water, only to sit up and continue staring.

"Paulina..."

Sam scoffs at these two horny idiots.

"Oh, please! Paulina? Girls like her are a dime a dozen!"

On cue, Danny and Tucker dig through their pockets and pull out some change.

Danny asks even Tucker how much change he has.

This makes Sam fake-laugh.

"Very funny. Just remember: you can't judge a book by its cover."

"I'm with Sam. She may be hot and I would like to tap that-"

"JULIE!"

"-But I don't think Miss Popular and Beauty is very nice."

"Well, there's only one way to find out.", says Tucker and turns to his best friend. "Go on, Danny. Go to that library and check out that book!"

"I can't! I get weak-kneed when I try to talk to cute girls."

This earns him two burning looks of anger from Julia and Sam.

Scary!

"Oh, and you have absolutely no problems talking to us!", hisses Julia like an angry cat.

Julia thinks she is a fairly hot girl and Sam is pretty too, Danny freacking insulted them!

Desperate Danny tries to explain what he means, but Sam nor Julia are having it.

"Skip it.", the two girls say together.

Sam walks over to Danny and lifts him up by the arms.

"Go give your weak knees some exercise.", tells Sam as she formally throws him in Paulina's direction.

The next few minutes are just cringe.

Danny tries to hit on Paulina and somehow turns his pants invisible, showing his boxers, which makes the girl and the whole school laugh.

Julia facepalms in embarrassment, Tucker takes a picture with his PDA and Sam goes to rescue Danny.

None of them know what a stressful week awaits them.

(*)

The next day our four friends are eating in the Food Court of the Amity Park Mall.

A girl from their school passes their table and Tucker tries to hit on her, which of course earns him a no.

"So, your dad is going to chaperone the dance?", repeats Sam what Danny told them.

"Yes, but he doesn't know he's going to chaperone because he doesn't remember that I made him say yes!"

"Let me get this straight. You can just walk into people and take over their bodies from the inside?", says Tucker an idea forming in his head.

Julia looks thoughtful.

"I wonder if I can do it too?"

"Well, there is a way Julie to find out. Why don't you try to jump into a girl for two minutes and get me a date.", proposes Tucker excitedly.

The girl just deadpans. This was so wrong on many levels.

"No."

"Shot...Danny?"

"Forget it. You can get your own date for the dance like I did."

"Does he have to take off his pants and act like a dweeb?", ask Sam sarcastic. "Or will either one do?"

Tucker and Julia snort and send then an apologetic look at an annoyed Danny.

"Honestly, guys, I'm glad that Julie asked me as friends to go to the dance. Even if I have to wear that stupid dress my parents bought me.", Sam chuckles nervously.

"Now, now, Samantha.", tutts Julia and pats her hand. "It's not a crime to like a dress. Being feminine doesn't make you less Goth, I mean look at Morticia Addams!"

"Well, if you say it like this..."

"So no one besides Julie asked you, huh?", deducts Tucker.

"Maybe if I was as pretty as Paulina.", growls Sam.

"Why are you so down on her?", wondered Danny. "So she's pretty. It's not a crime. You certainly don't are like this with Julie."

"Aww, you think I'm pretty?", gushes Julia happy, her hand on her heart and a small blush on her cheeks.

"Julie has a beautiful soul to back up her looks.", counters Sam, which makes Julia turn redder.

"Guys, you turn me all shy!"

Suddenly people start screaming and running away behind the quartet. Danny's ghost sense goes off, while Julia's Necklace burns.

"Ghost time.", mussed Tucker holding up some fries. "Can I finish your fries?"

Danny doesn't give him an answer and takes Julia by the hand. The two hide behind some plants and transform.

They fly up to a blue dragon ghost.

"Say, haven't we met somewhere?", asks Phantom.

The dragon roars and breathes green fire at them, which luckily they can dodge.

"Let's try this again. Hi, I'm Danny Phantom and she is Julie Cosmos.", he points at Cosmos, who waves awkwardly. "And you are?"

Sadly the dragon doesn't care for formalities. It roars and hits Phantom and Cosmos with her tail.

Both yell and crash into the kitchen of the nearby Weenie On-A-Skewer.

Hurting, Phantom holds his head.

"Testy got it."

"I would say feisty.", corrects Cosmos, rubbing her own hurt head.

The dragon breathes more fire at the store's counter and the two half-ghosts fly out of the way.

"Sorry, dude! I think you got the wrong weenies!", puns Phantom, which makes Cosmos snort.

What can she say, she loves lame jokes.

Together they smack into the dragon, pushing it through the air.

It grabs them mid-flight and skids to a halt, then pins them on the ground.

"Must have tee!", it roars in their faces.

"Tea?", repeats Cosmos confused.

"Tea? Ooh, good idea. Coffee could make you a mite jittery. Better yet...", shouts Phantom, grabs Cosmos and turns them intangible sinking into the ground. 

The dragon looks perplexedly at its claws.

Cosmos and Phantom fly back up through the ground.

"Have some punch!"

They doppel-punch the dragon, making it fly high and away.

Since neither has the Fenton Thermos with them, they join up with Sam and Tucker, transforming back.

"Julie! Danny! Are you okay?", ask Sam worried.

Julia nods.

"A bit bruised but nothing to worry about."

"Fine.", waves Danny off. "But that's the second time I've fought that dragon. We need to investigate. How are you guys?"

"Great...if you don't count me still being dateless for the dance.", laments Tucker tapping on his PDA. "Sasha, no. Denise, no. I've hit every girl in school except... "

He trails off as a pretty African-American girl walks up to them.

"Valerie."

"Yeah, hi.", she greets desinterested back. "Sucker, is it?"

"Tucker. Or Tuck. Or Tuckerino."

"Which ends with 'no.' Which, by the way, is my answer, unless something happens in the next five minutes that makes me dateless."

To Tucker's luck her date Kwan, one of Dash's football friends, tells her he will go with Donna so she is now dateless, before he walks away.

Signing Valerie says yes to Tucker and leaves too.

"Some may call it the rebound, but I call it a yes! I got a date! Whoo!", celebrates Tucker and points at his pants. "And the pants are still on!"

Julia shakes her head.

"You really needed to point that out, huh?"

(*)

It's the evening of the dance.

Sam and Julia decide to get ready at Sam's house.

Julia is still surprised that Sam told her first her little secret and not Danny or Tucker since she knows them longer.

She feels honoured.

While Julia finished her make-up, Sam, in her cool goth ballgown, was with the boys on a Sky-Call.

"Tie straight. Shirt tucked in.", Julia hears Danny's voice coming from the laptop. "Unbreakable ghost fishing line tucked neatly away just in case.  What's taking so long with that dragon research, Sam?"

"Alright! Jeez!", grumbles Sam and Julia hears her tipping away. "Here. I'm sending you the link."

"That's it!  Medieval ghostly legend held that the cursed Amulet of Aragon could transform any wearer into dragon form under states of extreme emotional duress or anger. That's the amulet I gave to Paulina. It must have accidentally fallen into my backpack. Wait. You mean...I'm going on a date with a dragon?!", says Danny astonished.

Curious Julia walks over to check the website herself.

"Kinda sounds like what my Necklace can do, only I have more control over it."

Sam nods in agreement.

"I had the same thought but I didn't find anything about an amulet or necklace which transforms a person into a ghost, I'm sorry Julie."

The redhead just signs.

"Thanks anyway, Sam, honey."

This is when Julia notes how Tucker and Danny are staring at her with big blushes on their faces.

She raises an eyebrow.

"What?"

"You-You...look really nice.", stutters Danny.

"Nice?!", shouts Tucker. "You look like a fairytale princess!"

A soft blue gloved hand goes to Julia's mouth to hide her smiles and giggles.

"Thanks guys."

Smiling smug Sam wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"Didn't I tell you...you are 1000 times prettier than Paulina."

"Guys, stop, I gonna pass out!"

"Right, we will see you boys at the dance!"

With that Sam ends the Sky Call.

After Julia calms down enough, Sam's father drives them to the dance, where they meet an annoyed Tucker.

He did go with Valerie to the ball, but she ditched him the second she saw her friends.

Sam and Julia try to cheer him up.

Danny and Paulina finally arrive and he tries his best to somehow get the amulet back.

He shouldn't have probably said that the amulet belonged to Sam since Paulina turned partial dragon and broke her punch glass.

Then he had to overshadow his dad since Lancer talked to him.

In his dad's body, Danny runs up to his friends.

"Tucker, Sam, Julie we've got trouble.", he whisper-shouts at them.

"We had nothing to do with it, Mr. Fenton. It was all Danny's idea.", says Tucker, thinking they are in trouble with an adult.

"Tucker, it's me. It's Danny.", makes Danny clear and hands them walkie-talkies. "Sam, Julie, you try to help me find Paulina. Tucker, keep an eye on my dad. If he starts talking to anyone, page me, got it?"

"This dance gets better and better with every passing minute.", musses Sam happy.

The three split up, running in different directions.

As Julia is currently trying politely to decline a dance with a boy, she thinks his name is Jake, and trying to find Paulina, she hears over the Walkie-Talkie how Sam found their target.

"Where are you?", asks Julia.

"Girl bathroom."

"Danny, I will go with Sam."

"Understood and girls don't make her angry."

Julia and Sam meet up before the bathroom.

They decide Sam should talk to Paulina, while Julia stands guard and is ready to transform if necessary.

Paulina is checking herself in a mirror as Sam walks up behind her in the reflection.

"Hey, Paulina. Nice dress.", starts Sam awkwardly the conversation.

The Latina turns to her, a hand on the amulet.

"Yes, and it goes so nicely with your amulet, don't you think?"

Both Sam and Julia are confused.

"My amulet? That's not my--", Sam stops herself as she realises Danny's plan. "Right! Listen...my grandma gave me that amulet, and--"

"Forget it, sweetie.", scoffs Paulina. "I'm not giving up this trinket or your little boyfriend Danny."

"My boyfriend? Ha ha! And they say pretty girls can't be funny. Danny is not my boyfriend."

"He's not?"

"He's my best friend. Maybe that's why I was so hard on you. I didn't mean to call you shallow."

"What a bummer! I only agreed to go out with him because I thought I was stealing him from you.", confesses Paulina and puts the amulet on Sam. "Here, take your crummy amulet. I'm going back inside to dump your dorky friend."

Sam shakes with anger and the amulet starts to glow. Her skin turns blue and scaly and her eyes turn red.

"Shallow little witch!"

She transforms into the blue dragon and roars.

Paulina faints.

"Shit! Star, transform me!", shouts Julia and turns into Julie Cosmos.

She barely manages to grab Paulina's bridal style and turn them intangible to fly out of the bathroom.

Dragon-Sam doesn't care to destroy property and flies after them.

"Give. Me. Witch!", roars Dragon Sam at Cosmos, who does her best to dodge her flames.

That's when Danny Phantom finally enter the scene and kicks Dragon-Sam in the back.

She falls and crashes onto the football field.

"Take it easy, Paulina. You don't want to hurt Sam."

That's when he notices how Cosmos has Paulina's bridal style in her arms.

"Paulina? Sam?!"

"Shallow girl!", roar Dragon-Sam standing on her hide-legs.

"Yep, that's Sam."

"Took you long enough!", calls Cosmos.

Dragon-Sam breathes fire at him and he turns intangible to avoid it, then reappears.

"Whoa! Sam! Two words: breath mints."

Uninterest Dragon-Sam turns back to Cosmos and Paulina and hits Phantom away with her tail.

He goes flying into the bleacher but thankful turns intangible.

"Sam, it's me, Julie, you wouldn't hurt me right?", tries Cosmos to reach her friend.

For a second it seems Dragon-Sam calms down, only to roar again and shoot fire at them.

Cosmos turn them intangible and invisible.

With Paulina in her arms she can't fight, so she gently places her back in the bathroom.

Hopeful Dragon-Sam won't look here for her.

Then Cosmos flies back to the football field and attacks Dragon-Sam with her grey ectoplasm rays.

The dragon falls on his stomach groaning.

Phantom comes up beside Cosmos.

"Paulina?"

"In a safe place, now we only need to get the amulet from Sam!"

The male Halfa agrees, and both get ready to fight Dragon-Sam, when Tucker warns Phantom per Walkie-Talkie how Lancer is close to his father.

"Go!", shoves Cosmos him. "Give me the Fenton Fisher, I think I know how I can catch this dragon!"

"I own you one, Cosmos!"

So Phantom hands her the Fenton Fisher before he flies back to the dance.

Cosmos get the Fenton Fisher ready as Dragon-Sam sends three fire blasts at her, which she can dodge.

"I hate to say this Sam, but your aim is as bad as the patriarchy!"

This annoys Dragon-Sam to no end, which gives Cosmos the chance to cast the fishing line around her neck.

Dragon-Sam continually breathes fire at Cosmos, who keeps wrapping the line around her until her wings and arms are secure.

She drops to the ground.

Immediately Cosmos flies down to her and removes the amulet.

The dragon transforms back into her human self.

"Sam, honey?", ask the detransformed Julia worried her friend. "Are you okay?"

"Wow.", groans Sam, holding her head, while Julia has a hand on her back. "Did I have fun at the dance?"

"Well, I'm not Danny but I think he would say: You had a roaring time."

This makes Sam laugh quietly.

Soon the boys join them and congratulate Julia on fighting her first enemy alone and being victorious.

The quartet walks back into the slowly filling out gym.

"Dude, sorry your date didn't pan out.", says Tucker "Where is Paulina anyway?"

Julia and Sam see the girl in question with Dash. They look at each other and then shake their heads.

"Ah, who cares?", finds Sam.

"Yes, look, guys! The DJ's still playing. And I gonna dance now with my date!", proclaims Julia.

Laughing Sam lets herself lead by Julia on the dance floor, where the two girls slow dance.

The boys smile at how cute they are and Tucker makes even a picture of them with his PDA.

Then suddenly Sam grabs Danny and Julia Tucker.

"We didn't forget you!", say the girls together.

Now the boys laugh while they twirl their dance partner around.

"Promise me you'll keep your pants up.", jokes Sam to Danny, which makes all laugh.

"I'll do my best."

After a few moments, they change partners again.

Danny dances now with Julia and Sam with Tucker.

"Your pants still good?", asks Julia with a cheeky grin.

"All good, don't worry.", promises Danny.

Well, their first High School Dance could have gone a lot worse, but as long the four have each other they will always make the best out of anything.

[leather-n-laces]

Do you have any head canons about little things Beth and Daryl might have done off screen to help each other out at the prison? They’re both always so elbow deep in keeping Team Family running in that era, you know?

wowowow A PERSON

Hi!

Idk if I had any before but I think I do now.

Daryl would ‘help’ Beth with Judith. Carol has the other kids she’s keeping an eye on, and she does *other things* and it’s always been my headcanon that Beth probably spent the most time caring for Judith. Rick was kind of a write off, Carl was a bit young, everyone else had…jobs and stuff. So Beth took it onto herself to kinda be primary carer.

The thing about that is, focusing so much on Judith meant she wasn’t really looking after her fault. I feel like…Daryl is hella fucking perceptive. While other people might not notice Beth looking super run down, or at her wits end, about to fall asleep standing up - your boy does.

He absolutely insists on taking Judith for awhile to let Beth bath, eat an actual meal, or get some rest (he’s caught her nodding off a time or two while holding Judith and that wasn’t gonna fly)

Cos I think he’d really respect Beth for sort of shouldering the role?? Beth fights him on occasion, especially early on because she thinks he’s doing it because -he thinks- she can’t handle it, but eventually it’s evident that’s not the case so she caves. It’s easier to let him do what he’s gonna do (and she likes getting to nap once and awhile!)

If he helped with Judith, I think she’d want to repay him somehow. Only this is Daryl. So Beth tries to offer her services, like maybe she can help him clean up the game he brings back, or do a guard shift for him. He says no.

Beth doesn’t like no, so this grinds her gears. She makes it her mission to try to subtly make Daryl’s experience more comfortable. Like, makes sure he has clean linen, tries to mend what clothes he has if she sees there’s a tear or somethings given in. If she’s feeling bold she’ll even sneak some of his stuff away to wash. She absolutely sneaks into his cell.

He knows of course. Eventually he figures it out, she’s not as good at sneaky she thinks she is. At first he thought it was Carol, but things seem to happen while she’s busy - and he can’t see anyone else paying attention to small little details.

That’s Beth’s thing. She actively tries to find ways to brighten everyone’s day, or make their jobs a bit easier. It’s a bit annoying (no it’s not he’s just too awkward and shocked by it - his brain can’t process it)

Days when she knows he’s got a run and some scavenging, the day/night before she tries to sneak in and slip some extra snacks or water into his pack. Usually stuff she’s saved from whatever her own rations would be.

I feel like Daryl would like to do more for her, or on occasion something nice. I think he’d talk himself out of it though, saying it’s dumb or whatever else.

On a final note: I think they’d both consider each other an important part of Team Family. And have even told each other that on various occasions.

thank you for this, I had fun!! ☺️

[adultswim2021]

Squidbillies #24: “Wing Nut” | February 11, 2008 - 12:00AM | S03E04

Early and Rusty have a chicken farm and are being very wrong about bulking up the chickens. This has something to do with a business venture between the Cuylers and Dan Halen. Dan Halen, who is not pleased whatsoever with the Squidbillies doing a bad job, kidnaps Early momentarily to use his DNA in a totally sick-and-twisted-toons sorta plot to genetically engineer a chicken with eight wings. He further compounds this so he eventually comes up with a species of chicken that is covered in fifty flightless wings with celery legs and bowels that ooze ranch dressing.

Dan Halen opens a chicken wing restaurant with these little guys and they immediately start causing adverse effects on the people eating them. We see Sheriff become riddled with tumors in the span of a single meal. He suggests that Dan needs to make some changes, and he does, except all he does is add strippers doing table dances.

Rusty, the restaurant dish washer (we see him washing rectangular cardboard trays that are common in fast food restaurants rather than actual dishes), is charged with trying to get two of the chickens to mate in order to create a breed that will produce a medium-heat sauce. Rusty has a drug-trip like hallucination in the forest, I guess from eating some of the chicken. Fed up, he frees the chickens which are immediately devoured by wolves who immediately explode. We see other Dougal County residents explode after having just consumed the wings. Rusty runs home but appears it’s too late; his house explodes into a fireball. Turns out it’s Early setting off his “gasoline collection”, which Rusty thought was being saved for him, for college. Then it ends abruptly!

This show is growing on me; sometimes it’s brand of wonton mayhem can often leave me cold, but there is a good version of this show. It’s usually episodes where the plot moves fairly quickly, and the humor comes across in the dialogue. The characters are awfully specific, and sometimes they manage to make magic out of them. For better or for worse, this show is wildly original. It’s also aggressively dumb in a way that I admire; I rarely sense pretentiousness from the writing. A good thing!

I’d say this is a decent episode. Not too bad, not exceptional. If all the episodes were at least this good, I’d probably be more willing to endorse this show.

MAIL BAG

In case you missed it, a very much updated and rewritten version of the Boston episode of ATHF was screened at an event earlier this week. You’ll find a so-so bootleg version of it by looking up “lost Boston ATHF episode reddit” this is in case you didnt know! I don’t know if you kbow!

wowowow! I did NOT see this, THANK YOU! I looked at it a little bit and yes, some of it does seem very different. I really hope that version gets properly leaked. Gonna watch it. Thanks again!

[leonsdolly]

GIVING YOU A STANDING OVATION.. you literally incorporated two of my fav things - religious metaphors and western settings <3

Why choose between riding a cowboy, a stallion, or an Italian when you can have all three? In which you find competition for the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost in the American West.

i was already gagged before i even started the fic... KNEW it was going to be enticing by just the synopsis

But you forget God makes no mistakes. Leon is his creation, so causation, correlation, you do the math. Your anger dissipates at the first swipe of his thumb over your clothed slit. Wetness blooms at his touch, and Leon chuckles as your breath shudders. Genesis.

squawking like a chicken at this passage bc WOWOWOW... eating this up, this is the kinda stuff i love to read ugh... funnily enough, i was reading book of genesis today too :3 also, you write smut WONDERFULLY!!

Leon’s collarbones collect moonlight streaming in from the open window and you want to lap it all up like milk, but you’re getting distracted . The extent of your desire hits like a revelation once your insides finally mold around him, like it was all prophesized, and you can’t tell up from down when Leon starts to piston you on his lap. Four minutes: “Can’t take it, Leon!” You’re going under. The flood is no myth.

just some lines i really liked! idk how you do it, your writing is so perfect in every way... reading your writing is like watching a magician do a sleight of hand - you think you're just gonna be reading words normally, but then there's a bunch of layers that make the lines flow completely differently in the most intriguing way. idk if that makes sense, i'm very sleepy! but it's just such a pleasure to read <3

Why choose between riding a cowboy, a stallion, or an Italian when you can have all three? In which you find competition for the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost in the American West.

mdni holy shit. f / m, shameless smut just like pure filth. p in v, wild west au, TONS of christian imagery via metaphor??, mild praise + size kink, leon's a tease as usual

word count: 1.69k <3 // read on ao3

a/n: re6 leon turns my brain into illiterate mush and this is the proof. i wrote this 1 word an hour. i couldn't cope. ignore the half assed banner, half assed writing, half assed everything. listen to nessa barrett's song from the title. god bless you all.

God makes no mistakes: you’re on your knees in the back of an Arizona saloon, but you’re not exactly praying thanks. God is a vision in dirty blond as far as you’re concerned. How’d you end up here?

Enter Leon Kennedy: outlaw on the run.

He hadn’t gotten the memo when angels started coming down to Earth and wanted to give you the warm welcome you deserve. 

“Seriously?” You laugh; swirl your watered-down whiskey.

“I’ve always wanted to try that one out,” Leon grins. Cocky and magnetic, he takes your hand in his own calloused one and guides you to the dance floor. “But you haven’t seen my real trick yet.”

“And what’s that?”

“This.”

Every other beat of your heart finds you in a dizzying dip over the floor as Leon leads you in a dance akin to gunfights in Tombstone, except Leon is more than O.K. at what he does. He’s got you in a trance with his hands spanning your waist.

Sucking in dust and his woodsmoke cologne, you gasp, “Where’d you learn how to dance like that?”

“You’ve never been danced properly before?” Leon laughs. He spins you like you’re the moon.

“Not like this!”

“Oh darlin’, you don’t learn by talkin’ about it. Keep dancing and you’ll figure it out.”

Figure out a two-step you might not have, but you can figure just fine what Leon means when his hand slips up the hem of your blouse. A hungry thumb soon lines your brassiere right under the nose of the barkeep. 

“You’re crass, Leon,” you whisper.

“Is that a no? I’ll treat you right if you let me.”

God expects his servants to give and take, and you’ve done a lot of taking so far, no? You’ve been a little down on your luck lately. Can’t afford to tempt fate that way. So you pull Leon down by the collar, whisper back with your lips lined in devil red, “Make it my treat?”

His smirk glimmers in the dark. “Lead the way, doll.”

Quickly, quickly. Miracles disappear in the blink of an eye and Leon needs to take you before you can disappear into the night. Rope-toughened fingertips fly down your lined blouse, slip the silk off to unveil your sun-freckled shoulders behind the barkeep’s storage door. You’ve spirited Leon away for twenty minutes at best before the saloon closes and the workers come barging in. You’ve got to pay penance for this, haven’t you?

You sink to your knees. 

Leon hooks his hands under your thighs and sits you right back up on a crate, and gets down on his knees.

What.

You’re running on borrowed time, you can’t afford tweaks to this arrangement. “I thought we had a deal?” you scowl. 

But you forget God makes no mistakes. Leon is his creation, so causation, correlation, you do the math. Your anger dissipates at the first swipe of his thumb over your clothed slit. Wetness blooms at his touch, and Leon chuckles as your breath shudders. Genesis.

“Wouldn’t be very gentlemanly to let a lady do all the work.” He kisses the spot between your legs, looks up at you with eyes of oasis blue. “You know I take the lead.”

Your chest heaves. “I do.”

“I’m good at it.”

“...You are.”

"And I know this isn't your style. All I ask is that you let me earn my keep.”

Well, that goes without saying. And so Leon flips the script. 

He starts lining burning kisses down your thigh, entices you with an “Open for me”, sighs dreamily when your legs part of their own accord. A previously bothersome, soaked scrap of lace falls at Leon’s feet. 

“Oh, baby, you should’ve asked next time. Look at this mess. Wouldn’t’ve needed to be so quick, then.”

Try and look down, but Leon’s already latched his warm mouth onto your clit, sucking like it’s a Tootsie pop. You throw your head back in ecstasy. 

Waves of feel-good wash over you in all the colors of a pinkening sunset, gold at the edges and red hot at the center, your own overflowing with slick as Leon dips his tongue inside – oh, oh, oh, swirling the colors with each revolution around your sensitive pearl. Your thighs threaten to clamp around his head. He keeps you pliant, capping your knees with rough palms.

“Leon…” you can’t help but whine. 

“Just workin’ ya a bit. Think you’ve had enough?” you hear him groan from underneath.

You’re barely breathing. “Need…need more.”

“Don’t seem that way to me from here. God, you’re gorgeous.” Leon croons, sucking a tender bite a little ways from where you need him most, over the softest part of your inner thigh. A landmark so he can hope to find his way back. He taps your knee. “Time?”

The dusty clock on the barkeep’s desk reads ten minutes to twelve; you relay this with difficulty as Leon does his damnedest to render you incapable of speech. He hums, considering. The vibration shoots right up your core.

“I’ve been in tighter spots,” he eventually decides, shooting you a lopsided grin as he hefts you higher on the crate you’ve practically melted off the side of, “No offense, doll.”

You’d laugh if you weren’t so close. “Low-hanging fruit, Leon.”

“You taste sweeter nohow.”

Missing his mouth already, you pull him back into a kiss. His leather belt clinks in time with the glasses back inside the bar as he unbuckles it, and you take the time to appreciate how you’re level with him even perched atop a crate. Leon’s got height on you. 

Inches where it matters, too. His cock bucks in his hand when it finally springs free, and you bat your lashes up at him ‘cause it seems Leon’s been keeping secrets. He’s thick, ruddy and leaking, got a halo over the head of his dick in the light that creeps in from under the door, and you make a prayer to put your mouth on him if you cross paths once more. Your fingers barely go all the way around.

“Make a deal with me, cowboy,” you breathe. “I let you have your fun. Now, you let me.”

Leon cocks a brow. He’s antsy, understandably so. “What’s that entail?”  

Plywood burns the back of your jean skirt as you slide off the crate, Leon watching as you shuck off the denim, pool it underneath your feet. You reel him in by the collar just to shove him onto the barkeep’s high-backed chair. Leon’s eyes widen when your thighs bracket his and everything suddenly makes sense as center your cunt tantalizingly over his painfully erect length. 

He’s rasping, needy. “This what you had in mind?”

“‘Fraid so.”

“You sure?”

You scoff haughtily, dragging a smile from him that’s all lynx. “Your wish is my command, miss.” 

Palms start gliding up your torso, thumbs rub circles on the undersides of your breasts. Leon’s collarbones collect moonlight streaming in from the open window and you want to lap it all up like milk, but you’re getting distracted . The clock is counting closer to midnight. Adrenaline makes you heady. Maybe you should tell Leon to get a good handle on your hips when you sink down on his dick – point blank. 

All the way to the hilt. 

He takes it in stride as best as he can. “Tight, doll, ah ,” he hisses, head bobbing, “so tight. Gonna send me to heaven.” 

You shift your hips experimentally, whimpering at the stretch. You’re a lousy judge of character but an apparently worse judge of size because you have no idea how you’re going to do this. Leon’s thumb reroutes to your navel, North Star that it is, and travels down to wait over your clit. Technically, you’ve still got the lead. Everything’s still. So so still. You’re about to break.

The minute hand ticks.

“Leon, please,” you whimper.

“What’s that, doll?” 

You paw uselessly at his chest. “Need help.”

Leon clicks his tongue in sympathy. It’s hard to get mad at a thing like you no matter how tough you sell yourself. Smart mouth and pretty eyes, bubblegum sweet underneath, something he’s gotta help. Leon’s always been a sucker for the damsel in distress type.

So he calls down a miracle. “I gotcha, sweetheart.” 

You cry out in relief at the lifting sensation of his hands around your hips. This is another dance you’ve yet to learn, it seems. 

“I gotcha.” Leon’s voice is a psalm over the burn of his cock inside you. A familiar thumb sneaks in between where you and he meet; whiskey and mint on his breath intoxicates you when he murmurs, ”Did so good for me, darlin’. Doesn’t feel too great right now, does it?”

You sniffle. “Mm-mm.”

“Gonna let me make it better?”

“ Please .”

Leon indulges you. Taking advantage of the slick velvet he’s wrapped in, he glides you up just the tiniest bit, revealing the inch of his length you’ve covered in your arousal. You watch transfixed as he lifts your hips up and down. Baby steps. Stomach flips. You leave him coated in stardust like you’re made of it.

Leon’s in awe. “See that?” 

But you’re too far gone to take notice of anything but the embers in your stomach, seconds away from crumpling onto his chest. You were once sitting proudly upright. The extent of your desire hits like a revelation once your insides finally mold around him, like it was all prophesized, and you can’t tell up from down when Leon starts to piston you on his lap.

Five minutes 'til it’s all over: You’re tender and boneless and about to explode. Leon is relentless. Sweat drips from his brow like holy water. He kicks the barkeep’s chair to barricade the door because you were right, there’s no way you’re making it out here alive.

Your thighs ache with exertion, steering you on their own.

Four minutes: “Can’t take it, Leon!” You’re going under. The flood is no myth.

“Tell me where,” he grits, desperate.

Three. 

You want him to pull up the ladder.

Two.

“Where, doll, where ?!”

One.

“Inside.” 

And God, you burn brighter than the sun.

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[miyuwuki]

accidentally walking on him streaming

a/n: guys, i’ve been thinking of streamer!kuramochi for a WHOLE FUCKING WHILE, so please enjoy this little drabble. once my inbox opens i hope u guys req more streamer!kuramochi bc this is the one idea i love sm wnjcidieifidoe anyways—

warnings: reader is female (referred to as girlfriend, she/her)

streamer!kuramochi youichi x f!reader (ft. some of my mutuals and anons and followers i see often on my blog)

“whoever builds the worst house has to buy everyone drinks, and miyuki’s gonna judge after he’s finished practice,” kuramochi laughed as he carefully built his house in minecraft with ryousuke, haruichi, and sawamura. while they were all in off-season for baseball, the three agreed to be featured in kuramochi’s stream for the day. he said it was for content, but he actually really liked gaming with them.

“lucky for me, i’m the best at building, so all of you guys can suck it.” sawamura boasted, looking like he was building a place underground. kuramochi rolled his eyes at the camera and looked at his chat.

roppongiperfume: i think ‘mochi’s gonna win, i mean he won the last building competition

kuleo26: i don’t know, ryou’s place looks solid right now

he shook his head at the camera and smirked, “watch, i’m going to win. i never lose!” so he got to work and hyperfixated on his screen, carefully choosing his blocks and accents.

you on the other hand had just stopped by the convenience store for some snacks for you and kuramochi; you’d both planned the night together, but you thought it’d be nice if you went a little early. the previous season was busy for him, so feeling a little deprived, you felt like it was a good idea too. when you arrived at his home, you softly knocked on the door, only to be opened by his mother.

“y/n! it is so lovely to see you.” she smiled and pulled you into a gentle hug. you wrapped your arms around her back and smiled. “same to you, ms. kuramochi. how have you been?”

“i’ve been well, it’s nice to see youichi back home after a while. would you like something to eat? or to drink?” she gestured you into the house, carefully taking off your shoes before going inside.

“i’m okay, thank you though! is it okay if i see youichi?” you asked, following her into the kitchen.

“of course, he’s right upstairs. i’m here if you need me.” you bowed at her again in thanks before heading upstairs to his room. you knocked.

“youichi?” you softly called out, “are you in there?” you slowly ambled into the room, seeing his back towards you and the sounds of clicking of his mouse. he quickly turned around, “i’m live!”

you quickly retracted, whispering a sorry. “should i wait downstairs?” you mumbled, only peeking your head into his room. he pursed his lips and looked at his chat.

🌀anon: wowowow who is that? is that a girlfriend?

yuunemi: kuramochi has a girlfriend???

🍎anon: PLEASE LET’S MEET HER

he sighed and chuckled, turning his chair to face you. he patted on his lap, a signal to sit, and you ambled over to him with a faint blush on your cheeks. “is it okay?” you questioned, sitting comfortably in his lap, waving slightly at the camera. he pecked your jaw, “it’s more than okay, i just thought you wouldn’t want your face to be seen or something like that. anyways, this is y/n, and she’s my girlfriend.”

“hello,” you uttered to the chat, “nice to meet you guys.”

zoyavx: she’s so pretty omg!

aoryuucchi: HELLO Y/NNN LOVELY TO MEET YOU, CAN I TAKE U FROM ‘MOCHI LOL

you giggled at the comments and felt his grip tighten on you, “she’s mine guys, don’t forget that.” he pouted at the camera and returned his attention to the screen. “y/n, who do you think is gonna win this competition? we’re trying to build the best house.”

you sarcastically pretended to think, “mmm, i don’t know.. eijun’s place is looking kinda neat. it’s underground and mysterious— i like that.”

“TAKE THAT, KURAMOCHI-SENPAI!” he yelled into the mic.

“eijun, you’re too loud.” haruichi huffed.

“i am your wonderful, loving boyfriend and you say sawamura’s gonna win? fine, challenged accepted.” he grins while he clicks away.

and that’s how his chat found out about his lovely girlfriend.

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[effervescentslut]

how you meet | edward cullen

A/N: wowowow after being on Tumblr for 6+ years I would have NEVER imagined my first published writing to this site being Twilight dnvjdfjaskdlmfkl enjoy!! requests are open :)) I will write for Twilight (mainly the Olympic Coven, except Jasper romantically), Star Wars, and Harry Potter

Pairing: Edward Cullen x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Content Warnings: Reader gets unsolicited attention from teenage boys, swear words

when you moved to forks after spring break because of your dad’s work, you’re unanimously nicknamed new girl™ by all of forks high school’s students

and consequently, you’re the new eye candy for your male peers

Forks boys are, well . . . neanderthals douchebags

the ones you’ve met are egotistical, super immature, and super HORNY

. . . you decide to keep your distance

aNyWaYs

you get smooshed into ap u.s. history

apush, baby, apush HAAAAA

the teacher points you to an empty seat next to some pale blonde dude

he gives off weird kid energy at first but then he politely speaks to you

“i’m jasper. welcome to forks” and gives you an acknowledging nod

his eyes are topaz!!!?? woooooooah that’s so cool is that like a genetic defect or smth??

aaaaand your teacher immediately assigns a PROJECT

a fuckin civil war project

you swear you see jasper’s pupils dilate

you hear a chuckle from behind you

and when you turn around you see a pale dude w a dark brown buzzcut and some blonde girl smirking beside him

you later find out that those are his siblings

his fuckin goofy ass siblings

anyways a few weeks pass

you pop in at your dad’s job @ forks hospital and see him chatting w a fellow physician

yet another pale dude with blonde hair 

JESUS HOW FUCKING MANY ARE THERE

you approach them and your dad embraces you in a hug

“heeeeyyyy sweet pea! how’s it goin’!” 

the doctor he was talking to looks at you fondly

“hello, i’m carlisle cullen” and offers you his hand to shake, which you do

“y/n, carlisle was just inviting us to his house later tonight for some dinner”

dr. hotpants puts his hands in his pockets and humbly grins

“my son jasper tells me you’re his classmate”

oh god he’s one of those pta dads, isn’t he??

“oh, yeah, he’s my partner in history”

he smiles, “that’s wonderful. my wife esme and i would love to have you both over as our guests. it’s not often we have company for dinner. and i’m sure the rest of my children would love to meet you, y/n”

jesus christ how many kids does this guy have?? he looks THIRTY

don’t worry, in the car your dad tells you they’re all adopted lmfao

✰✰later that night✰✰

their house is HUGE jesus fuckin christ

alice knows (well they all know) about you because of jasper

IMMEDIATELY loves you!!

“hi! i’m alice!!!”

WHOLESOME AS FUCK UGH

i’m EVAPORATING. i’m YODELLING. it’s fine :-)

you thought you weren’t gonna make any pals in forks bc of the weird horny teenage specimens but here we are ;-;

alice envelopes you into a tight hug and you, in shock, grasp her arms to acknowledge this affection

your dad’s chillin near carlisle and esme and he’s silently chuckling

oh . . . they all have black eyes now?? must be the weather

or the fluorescence

you wave at jasper, rosalie, and emmett

you notice the last sibling

he’s very handsome

to you, everything about him was attractive

his soft hair contrasted against his hardened facial features

you could tell he was socially reserved when it comes to new acquaintances, just like you

he physically isolates himself from his family once you and your dad arrived

he was standing alone near a corner away from everyone else

you make eye contact with him and his mental barrier breaks down

he loses his cool

his face contorts

his lips twist into puckered lines

he claps his hand over his mouth and vacates the room immediately, running up the stairs

everyone notices his sudden departure

his family is shocked but tbh not really

✰✰✰ eddy boy is a lil shy around girls sometimes ✰✰✰

carlisle breaks the impending doom of silence

“i apologize for edward leaving us so abruptly. he hasn’t been feeling well as of late; please excuse his absence. . .”

you awkwardly pretend like that never happened

you feel it in your gut that your presence disturbed him

and not only did you disturb him

but you disturbed him so bad that he had to leave

for why?? you don’t know

you then realize that everyone else in the room knows he left bc of you

. . . anyway you all sit down at the table but you and your dad are the only ones who have plates

your dad notices this too

“hey, aren’t you guys gonna eat too?”

esme grins warmly at him

“oh, don’t worry about us. we just wanted to welcome you to town!”

uhhh, ok ma’am

alice talks to you for almost the entire time you were eating ;-; i love her

you’re also talking to jasper, cracking some apush jokes

you, jasper, emmett, and rosalie talk shit about your classmates and teacher

“why the fuck -- *carlisle glares at emmett* -- heck did mr. whatshisface give us a project RIGHT AFTER BREAK???!!”

“and he paired y/n and jasper!! they’re civil war  n e r d s!! they’re gonna get the best grade” rosalie chimes in

“not if we--”

alice  ❀politely❀  tells them to stfu

you giggle

bonding with your new pals <33

allllllright so it’s a few days later

you’re walking home from school

it’s drizzling, as always, but you know that it’s gonna rain harder if you don’t get home fast enough

and some asshole

some persistent prick from your class

keeps flirting with you

he’s talking about how he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of you since you came to forks

he’s insisting he has your phone number, that he’s gonna take you out on dates. . .

you hate it

you’re so uncomfortable but you can’t really do anything about it

s u d d e n l y

a car pulls up beside where you and the guy are walking on the sidewalk and screeches to a stop

the window is rolled down and you see a familiar face

it’s edward cullen

with one hand on the wheel, he looks at both of you and clenches his jaw

“get in”

even though he was undeniably weird a few weeks ago, you concede

you never got to speak to him, but you knew that edward was trustworthy

you practically launch yourself into his silver volvo c30™

he shoots a stone-cold glare to the jackass on the sidewalk and drives away

honestly, it wouldn’t take much for anyone (not just a mind-reading vampire) to know how uncomfortable you are after what just happened with that guy

your body language is tense

your arms are crossed tightly

your body is pointed towards the passenger window as your knees touch the door

tears are welling up in your eyes

it would be mere seconds until you fully broke down

you’re embarrassed, to say the least

you’re embarrassed that you were put in a vulnerable situation, like a damsel in distress

and of all people, the handsome and mysterious guy--

the handsome and mysterious guy you began crushing on

--who feels seemingly indifferent towards you swept you off your feet and helped you when you needed someone

that made things even more embarrassing

and the tears started streaming down your heated cheeks

edward immediately sensed your unease (hmm wonder why, but also who wouldn’t sense it???)

he’s pissed. 

absolutely livid

that asshole had a  d e a t h w i s h

he knew you didn’t want to address your unsolicited encounter, so . . .

*awkwardly clears throat* “are you enjoying the weather?”

you choked

you did not expect him to ask that

nor did you expect him to talk at. all.

you smile through your tears and laugh

you can’t help but laugh

he’s just so awkward and cute

his half-baked plan of indirectly distracting you definitely worked

you started to excitedly talk about the rain and how much you love gloomy, cloudy days

. . . and then the elephant in the room

the inevitable first impression from a few days ago

“i’m sorry for my behavior from our first meeting. i wasn’t feeling well, and i wouldn’t have wanted for you or your father to be affected by my illness”

you’re a little skeptical at first

buuuuut you give him the benefit of the doubt and dismiss his apology

“that’s okay. it’s allergy season, anyway. i’m glad you’re feeling better”

you have no idea how bad i wanted to make a spanish flu joke right there

a small, soft smile lifts the corners of his lips “i’m edward cullen”

you look at him and return the smile

t h e  t e a s i n g  e n e r g y

“i’m y/n”

the car approaches your house after time seems to have flown by

your dad looks at you both as he walks to his car to go to work

he waves at edward

edward smiles and waves back at him as he enters the car

you gratefully thank edward for the ride, careful not to dwell on the prior circumstances

as you open the passenger door, edward grabs your wrist

!!he grabs your wrist!!

he insists on being your ride to and from school from now on

you object and exit the car

but

b u t

edward smirks, leaning towards the open door

“i’ll see you in the morning, y/n” 

your jaw drops

and then he closes the door and speeds off

you watch him drive away and your heartbeat becomes arrhythmic 

a garden of butterflies is unleashed in your stomach

blood rushes to your cheeks once more

you smile to yourself before heading inside

secretly anticipating tomorrow morning :’)

[pleasejustfuckinghugme]

Forever

episode three (word count: 1,981)

jacobs!oc x fezco

warnings: references to drugs, language, sexual references, typos and mediocre writing

wowowow thank you so much for all of the support. it may not seem like a lot but i really didn’t expect anyone to find my work so this is pretty fucking cool. i’m sorry for going on a bit of a hiatus, but i hope you enjoy this chapter. literally thank you so so much for reading. this is super cool

Nancy had created a habit of meeting with Fez at his gas station. He would always be sitting in the same chair right outside. The first time she had come to see him, she plopped down on the ground beside him and gave him a small smile.

“I can go get you a chair if ya want,” he had told her, laughing.

She looked down, embarrassed but still shook her head. “You don’t have to do that.”

He scoffed at that. “Hold on, I’ll be right back.” He stood and got up before turning to her again. “What kinda candy you like?”

“M&Ms?” she replied.

“Regular?”

“Sure.”

He came back with a camping chair and sat it next to his own before tossing M&Ms her way. They sat quietly for a moment, Nancy eating her candy, before Fez finally spoke.

“How is Rue?”

“She’s good, yeah,” Nancy assured, nodding her head. “She’s spending a lot of time with Jules. They’re good for each other.”

“Word,” he commented, watching Nancy closely.

Nancy smiled, giggling to herself. “Yeah, but Rue has been complaining about how addicted to Jules has been to her phone,” she snorted. “I swear to God, she sounds like my dad.” She looked up at Fez, who was staring right back at her. He chuckled softly. 

“It’s just fucking weird though,” Nancy continued. “My brother’s been texting someone nonstop all week. Maddy even asked me about it.”

“They datin’ right?”

“Yeah,” Nancy sighed. “I mean, I had no idea what to tell her. But Kat has been on her phone nonstop too.”

“She came in ta talk ta Ash today,” Fez told her. Nancy’s head perked up in surprise.

“Really? Why?”

Fezco shrugged. “Came in askin’ about Bitcoin.”

“Bitcoin?” Nancy’s eyebrows furrowed. “Why was she asking Ashtray about Bitcoin?”

“I don’t know,” he replied coolly. “But we told her we’d help her with everythin’ ‘cept human trafficking.”

Nancy snorted, “Well of course she’s not messing with human trafficking.”

“Aye we didn’t know,” he defended himself. “We was jus’ makin’ sure.”

They both smiled at each other and laughed. They talked for the rest of the evening before Nancy had to go home for dinner. They texted all that night, talking about everything from TV shows to Nancy’s weird family drama. But even when she had seen his name pop up so many times before, she still felt butterflies in her stomach when he texted her goodnight.

A couple days later, Nancy was at Cassie’s house. She was there to help her pack for her weekend in college with Mckay, but had ended up at the foot of Lexi’s bed, helping her with homework. Maddy and Cassie were on one side of the room, debating on what Cassie should wear, while Kat sat on the loveseat across from Lexi and Nancy, her face buried in her phone.

A soft scoff from Kat caused Lexi to speak up. “What are you looking at?” she asked. Curiosity filled both of the girls’ eyes.

“Nothing. Just this, um, article,” Kat stuttered.

Nancy eyed her suspiciously while Lexi responded, “About what?”

“Um… you know, like, uh…” she paused for a moment. “The Holocaust.”

“Oh. Cool,” Lexi replied, not convinced. She and Nancy looked at each other before Nancy turned back to Kat.

“Had to think about that one, didn’t you?” she teased, a soft smile on her face.

Kat rolled her eyes, smiling. “Shut up.”

Nancy turned back to Lexi and whispered, “Do you think she’s got a secret boyfriend?”

“It’s got to be that cute boy in her chemistry class, right?” Lexi replied.

“I can hear you, you know?” Kat called, before the three broke into laughter, Nancy mockingly holding up her hands in defense.

“Lex? Nance?” Cassie called, grabbing the two’s attention. She held up a blue blouse in front of her, a questioning look on her face.

“It’s cute,” Lexi nodded, before turning back to her work.

“And Mckay’s gonna love it,” Nancy confirmed, wiggling her eyebrows.

Maddy sighed, “I wish I had your collarbones.”

The door opened then, revealing Cassie’s mom. “I’m putting a lot of trust in you,” she deadpanned, looking at her daughter with pursed lips.

“Yeah, Cassie. Don’t get pregnant,” Kat joked, looking up at the girl.

“That’s not funny, Kat,” her mom replied, waltzing in the room with a glass of wine in hand. “But don’t you dare get pregnant.”

“Relax, mom. He has a roommate,” Cassie smirked, looking at her mom with knowing eyes. 

As Nancy listened to Cassie’s mom lay out all of her rules for the night, she couldn’t help but wish she had a relationship like that with her mother. She knew that their relationship wasn’t the best, not by a long run, but it still seemed better than the stark silence between Nancy and her mom. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had spoken to her mom.

When Mckay had finally arrived, the four girls and Cassie’s mom followed her out the front door.

“No funny business, Christopher!” her mother called. Meanwhile, Nancy and Lexi laughed silently at Maddy and Kat as they reenacted what would probably be Cassie and Mckay that night.

The next day Nancy went with Kat to Fez’s gas station so that Kat could talk to Ashtray. Fezco sat outside, as usual, and smiled at her as they walked up.

“What’s up?” Kat said coolly, before walking into the store.

“What’s up, Kat?” he replied, watching her as she walked by.

Nancy smiled and waved after Kat had gone inside.

“Hey,” Fez said softly, standing up beside her.

She looked up at him. “Hi.”

“You know what she’s up to?” he asked, a small smile on his face.

“No idea,” Nancy laughed. “But it was an excuse to come see you. How’s business?” she teased.

He chuckled, “Slow.”

A comfortable silence came over them before he spoke again, prompting a smile to take over Nancy’s face and butterflies to flood into her stomach. “You wanna come to my place tomorrow? Since you know where it is?”

And that’s exactly where she found herself the next day after school. They had spent most of the afternoon on his couch, watching a movie and snacking on some popcorn he had made. They were laying together on the couch, and when the movie ended they both looked at each other. It was then when Nancy realized how close they really were.

“You liked it?” he asked, looking straight into her eyes.

“Of course,” she smirked. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” 

She saw his eyes flicker down to her lips, and she smiled. As they leaned closer to each other, Nancy's heart was beating in her chest so hard she could hear it too. She silently hoped that he couldn’t, heat flooding her cheeks. He had placed his hand gently on her waist, and just as their noses touched, there was banging on the door. They jumped away from each other, startled by the sudden noise.

Fezco cursed under his breath, letting out a quick apology. “Stay there,” he told her, before walking to the door. “Who is it?” he asked.

“It’s me. Open the door.” Rue’s voice was muffled, but Nancy recognized it, her eyes widening. Fezco looked at her for a moment before swinging the door open.

“Not today, Rue. Sorry,” Nancy heard him say.

“Come on, man. Don’t be a dick,” Rue scoffed, causing Nancy’s eyebrows to furrow, confused.

“Nah, I’m serious. You can’t come in.”

“Look, man. All I-- all I need is just, like, a few OCs,” she stuttered.

“Sorry. I can’t help y--”

“Fez!” she interrupted. “Fez, I’ve had a really fucked up day, alright? It’s been a really really fucked up day, okay? So I need you to open up the door for me, okay? Can you open the door? Please?”

“I’m not gonna help you kill yourself, Rue,” Fez said softly.

Nancy stood up from the couch and began to quietly make her way around it.

“I’m sorry,” he continued. “But you can’t be comin’ over here no more. Jus’ go home.” He backed away and put his hand on the door.

“Don’t!” Rue began to yell. “Fez! Don’t close the d--Fuck!”

He shut the door, and there was another loud bang.

“Fez! Open the fucking door please!” Rue yelled from the other side. “I’m begging you! Just open the door!”

Nancy watched as Fez leaned his forehead against the door. She slowly walked towards him.

“Fez! You’re full of shit, man,” Rue accused. “You know you make your living off of selling drugs to teenagers? And now all the sudden you wanna have a fucking moral high ground?”

He turned to Nancy with tired eyes. She came closer to him, a look of concern washed over her face. He leaned up against the door, continuing to listen to Rue’s words.

“You’re a fucking drop-out drug dealer!” she screamed, causing Nancy to shake her head. “You know that? You’re a fucking drop-out drug dealer with seven functioning fucking brain cells!”

Nancy was in front of him now, and she grabbed his arm gently, looking deep into his eyes. He looked at her too, and she shook her head, trying to tell him Rue’s words weren’t true. He turned away.

“Open the door!” Rue screamed, banging on the door. Nancy jumped back, startled, but Fezco stayed still. “Fuck you!” Rue continued. “Fuck you, Fez! Okay? Are you doing this because you care about me? If you gave a shit about me, you wouldn’t have sold me the fucking drugs in the first place! But you did! You fucking did! So open the goddamn door!” She hit it again. “Open the door!”

Fezco leaned off of the door and walked forward for a moment before turning around. “I can’t do it, Rue. I’m sorry,” he called, but she continued to scream at him from the other side. He glanced at Nancy, who was trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to escape. “Sorry,” he whispered quietly to the door, before walking over to Nancy.

“You shouldn’t be here right now. You should go,” he said quietly. Rue’s cries still flooded the room. 

Nancy shook her head violently. “You know it’s not true, right? What she’s saying?”

He frowned and looked down at the ground, “It is.”

 “No,” Nancy said firmly. “It’s not she’s just trying to make you feel bad so you’ll--”

“Nancy, go. Now,” he interrupted her, looking straight into her eyes again. “Leave.”

Nancy looked at him, hurt shining in her eyes before she walked away and grabbed her backpack. She quickly made her way to the door, vigorously wiping the tears off her face. Without looking at Fezco, she swung the front door open and saw Rue, who stood at the door, completely broken.

“What are you doing here?” the frizzy-haired girl sobbed. 

Nancy said nothing as she squeezed through the door, making sure Rue wouldn’t be able to get inside. She looked at Rue with wide eyes before stuttering, “I-- I don’t--”

“Were you fucking him?” Rue’s cruel words smacked Nancy in the face.

“No,” Nancy snapped. “That’s a really fucked up thing to say.”

“You know this is your fault too?” Rue continued. “You never did anything to help me before I went to rehab.”

Nancy shook her head, ashamed. “Rue I--”

“And what are you doing now, huh?”

Nancy’s eyes burned viciously, and tears started to fall down her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice shaking. She brushed past the girl and climbed onto her bike. 

“You’re sorry?” she heard Rue yell.. “Well that’s just great! You hear that Fez? Nancy said she’s fucking sorry!”

And as Nancy sped away on her bike, away from the man who she had started to truly care about a lot, she hoped he knew that she really was sorry.

[pianoperson]

We don’t get enough Jonah content. Gimme more soft Jonah.

I like how you think anon. ;))

Huh, soft Jonah... how to function aaaaaaaa

He don’t look it at first, but he squish squoosh on the cheekies. Poke da face cheeks, wowowow super squishy, you will wanna poke again

He gonn pout at you >:<< for squooshing his face but you be like “waahhhhhh your cheeks are so squiiiiiiiiiiiiiishy” and he can’t resist le smile on your face

Because how can he

Speaking of smiley

You and Jonah be having ‘no u’ conversations occasionally

“Your smile is beautiful.” “No, yours is!” “No yours!” “No, yours!”

“You’re cute.” “Am not cute, you’re the cute one.” “No, you’re cute!” “No you!” “No you!”

But those convos end in one way: kiss 😙

Okok he is sO gentle with you when you kiss him??? He’ll cup your face with his cheek, and his kisses are full of passion but they’re never too rough.

He would tuck your hair behind your ear anytime. When you’re eating, when you see each other in the hallway, when you have passionate sessions in the bedroom. He does that because he wants to see your face. Because he thinks... no, he knows you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen and he wants to see your face.

Cuddle 👏 session 👏 these tend to happen when a) it has been stressful b) you haven’t seen each other for the whole day, or c) lol idk you just want to. You don’t make any attempt to move, you just lie down beside each other, in each other’s arms, taking in each other’s scent. You can’t help but feel how perfect you fit in Jonah’s embrace, and same for him.

Your hugs don’t end there. He’ll occasionally chase you down just to have a hug, which you’d gladly give because... it’s Jonah and lowkey, you’ve been craving for a hug from him.

Aside from physical affection, Jonah’s gonna show his love for you through gifts. Look, his wallet’s bloated, and he knows this. He’s gonna get you anything. Just make sure you tell him straight that you no like too much gifts, so you don’t have a shit ton of stuff you might not use. But try to accept them haha

HHHHHHHHHHH OK BUT IMAGINE 👏 RUNNING 👏 AROUND 👏 PLAYING 👏 TAG 👏 NONONO LET ME JUST.... you’re probably in a really mischievous mood, because Jonah wants this object you’re holding but before you realize it, you’re like ‘catch me if you can then’ and start running. You slow down at first, thinking he wouldn’t find it amusing, only to squeal and pick up pace because Jonah is actually chasing you. You two continue running around until a) someone tells you to stop (which almost never happens) or b) you get tired and Jonah catches you in his arms, takes the object from your hands, kisses you, and says in a husky whisper, “I caught you.”

Okok I actually really need to let this out.

When. You’re. Sad.

So Jonah’s world is high-class society that reeks of plastic nobles and metallic scents of wealth. Of course, people will judge you, esp if you’re not from high-class society (which you likely aren’t but idk who would be reading this) and this may bring your self-esteem down.

If their judgements don’t bring you down (which is good because they don’t know you and they’re the ones with a problem pfft), then it’s gonna be the prim and proper lifestyle that could. Look, Jonah is proper, graceful, polite, and well-mannered. And in the noble class, that should be expected. But uh here you are, too casual for that sort of thing. And it makes you feel ashamed because Jonah doesn’t deserve someone who probably eats like a pig or burps way too loudly (I know I do 🤭) or is just not the picture of propriety. You want to stand by his side, but you don’t want to ruin his rep and image too.

So you get a little sulky, but you try. You try to be more well-mannered. It’s not that it’s a bad thing to try and be more proper, especially with other people, but it’s the fact that you look a little gloomier, you feel less like yourself as you force yourself to sit up straight and daintily wipe your mouth with a napkin, as you try to seem more graceful, that makes it a problem. And each mistake you think you made, you beat yourself up by saying no that’s not enough for Jonah.

Do you think Jonah won’t notice? Of course he would, you’re the love of his life. Your smile was what started his own fall through the rabbit hole and ended up with him loving you so much. And he would do anything to bring that radiant smile to your face.

No no, he does not like that smile you give him when you say you’re fine, you’re ok. Because that smile does not reach your eyes and your cheeks looked like they want to drop and form the expressions your heart feels.

He will pester you a bit (“are you ok? Are you sure?”/“what’s wrong? What do you mean it’s nothing, is there something wrong?”), but when it’s clear you didn’t want to say, he will give you privacy.

It was one night, when you were alone, that you just broke. Perhaps it’s your thoughts that continued haunting you, perhaps someone said something to you that hit the nail on the coffin. But you couldn’t hold in your insecurities. You started crying because you didn’t feel enough, you felt that you were burdening Jonah. You even thought about leaving him quietly so he can find someone better.

It was also coincidental that Jonah couldn’t fall asleep right away that night because something felt off. He was wondering what was happening to you and decided to check how you were doing.

He caught you sobbing alone from a distance. He never ran so fast in his life as he hurried to have you in his arms and comfort you as the tears fell.

When you calmed down, you confessed to him all the things that brought you down, even telling him that you thought he deserves someone better than you.

“Why didn’t you tell me these things sooner,” he asks.

He’s going to tell you that you are worth so much to him. He’s going to tell you you are so precious to him. And he will tell you that you shouldn’t hide these kinds of things from him through ‘nothings’ and ‘I’m fine’ because he hates knowing that you’re not alright but he doesn’t know how to help you. He can’t be there for you. And it frustrates him because he can’t stand not seeing that honest beautiful smile on your face.

He’s not gonna stop there, though. Jonah is an ‘actions are stronger than words’ kind of guy. He’s not gonna just show his love through a speech. He’s gonna use his body to imprint his love for you.

Oh yes

You know how Jonah’s all like, “I don’t believe in apologizing.”?

He will remind you to not say sorry during times that it’s not necessary.

“I’m sorry if I’m rambling.” “You don’t have to say sorry for rambling. I’m already listening to you, so just go on.”

He doesn’t want you to apologize over things like that because it’s like you’re saying sorry for liking something, for being the kind of person you are, when he loves you for who you are. And he wants you to see that you’re someone who is loved.

Aaaaaaaaaaa Jonah would take you out to stargazing dates!!! And under those stars, you two would have senti moments as you bring up past memories, probably due to the fact he tends to take you to the Lake of Tears, the place where your feelings towards each other changed into something a little more (the place where Jonah calls you by your name for the first time, the place where you first felt your heart race when he held you by the shoulders as he expressed his worries). You would talk until 2am, and 99% of the time, you’ll come back soaking wet because you tackled Jonah into the lake haha

Uhh I probably have more but I can’t recall in the meantime. Well, I’ll end up feeling soft again tonight before I sleep. Hah Jonah, the things you do to my heart.

[grapesodatozier]

can you post more smutty madwheeler hcs?

hell ya i can i just cant proofread them lmao so sorry for any typos or tense changes. anywho get your sub!mike hats on folks!!

okay so to set the scene for these hcs… mikes a whole dumbass

like hes school smart and everything but hes just,, so dumb

hes going into his senior year of college and he’s never eaten anyone out

hes given blowjobs, but he realizes he’s only ever had sex with people with dicks

and basically he starts having an early onset midlife crisis bc hes mike wheeler so of course he does

he knows that he wants to eat someone out at some point, like he’s not in a rush to actually do so, but he doesn’t want to be bad at it once he actually gets around to it, so he feels rushed to learn

this is the dumbass part bc he should realize you can’t really be “good” at sex bc everyones different

but he succumbs to the social pressure/college myths and such, and he kinda starts to panic about it bc mike wheeler does not like not knowing how to do things

so he goes to his closest friend on campus for help

he met max his freshman year, and while they both thought the other hated them at first they ended up being great friends

and max has seen mike at his peak dumbass, so he’s only kind of embarrassed when he asks her if she can teach him how to eat pussy

he thinks it’s a great plan bc not only does max have a pussy, but mike knows for a fact that she’s gone down on people with pussies plenty of times

and he’s expecting her to laugh, and sure, maybe say no, but he’s not expecting her to choke on her drink, he’s not expecting her cheeks to turn pink like that

“what?” she rasps once she catches her breath and clears her throat

mike shrugs, but he feels a lot less sure now. “i just don’t know how to, and i know you do, and i figured i could maybe practice on you while you teach me”

max’s eyebrows shoot up, and she shakes her head with a small laugh. “you’re a dumbass, you know that, right?”

and that helps mike relax, bc that sounds like max

“okay yeah i get it,” he grins, “it was dumb. i guess it’ll just have to happen when it happens”

“wait, no, i’ll do it” max rushes to say “it’s dumb, but yeah, i’ll help you”

“really?”

“how can i resist you admitting there’s something i’m better at than you?”

mike gives her a challenging smirk. “not for long”

and max laughs at that, but then it goes kind of quiet bc like… they’re sitting on the couch in her otherwise empty apartment as they speak… and they both kind of realize at the same time that there’s no reason to not start right then, and now mike isn’t quite so sure that he actually thought this through bc wow he really didn’t consider the potential consequences of this, especially bc he’s just recently been beginning to realize that he really likes max, like maybe more than a friend, but he’s still in the denial stage but that doesn’t stop his heart from racing at the thought of touching her, kissing her…

fucking her

suddenly his skin his burning all over

and hes all like “so… when do you wanna… like should we now? how should we-”

and max just cuts him off with a fond “god, you’re so fucking dumb” and a grin before swinging one of her legs over his hips and settling herself in his lap

you know that meme about being attracted exclusively to idiots? max

and before mike knows it, his hands are on max’s waist, and they feel really nice there

and her hands are in his hair and she’s kissing him, and it’s all kinds of wild to be kissing his best friend but it also makes him realize “oh shit ive been wanting this for a while huh”

theme: dumbass

and honestly, things come way more naturally than he was expecting

that is, until he realizes how far his hands have slid up her sides, so much closer to her chest than he intended

and that panic starts rising again, his heart racing, and he just sort of keeps his hands still there, then begins inching them slightly closer to her breasts

eventually she begins kissing down his neck and teases him a bit like “so are you gonna touch my tits or what?”

and mike is very happy to have permission

soon their shirts come off and they’re stumbling to max’s room

and suddenly they’re both in her bed in nothing but their underwear, and mike cant help but realize how beautiful she is, how happy she makes him, how she makes him feel all warm and giddy

but also as she unclasps her bra and tosses it aside, she makes him really fucking hard, so he focuses on that, bc that’s a lot less complicated

her tits looks so soft, and her nipples are the prettiest rosy pink color he’s ever seen

he’s nervous as he kisses down her chest, but the sounds she makes when he runs the tip of his tongue lightly, experimentally over her sensitive skin encourages him

and god, sucking her into his mouth for the first time is like a religious experience

meanwhile max is having a similar crisis/epiphany

bc like, mikes always been cute, but now his dark eyelashes are fanned across his pink, freckled cheeks, and his hairs a little messy from her fingers running through it, and he’s sucking on her tits like he was born for it, and she’s kind of overwhelmed by how much she’s enjoying this, how good it feels, and especially by how fucking beautiful he looks

she runs her hands over his skin, and it’s so soft and warm

and his back is curved so nicely…

god, this was a mistake, she can’t only do this once, now that she’s seen him like this she wants to see him like this all the fucking time, she can already feel how desperately she’ll be longing for it once it’s over

but for now she enjoys it, tells him to be gentler or go harder, tells him how to swirl his tongue over her tits, just barely touching her, which has her getting wetter and wetter

at one point she grabs his hair and bucks her hips up into his, and they’re both still for a second before mike kisses her again, even more desperately than before

and max doesn’t need to teach him anything about this; the way he sucks her lower lip between his teeth and teases his tongue over her own has her steadily rocking her hips, rubbing herself against his thigh

mike nearly comes right then and there when max moans his name

he takes it as a cue to kiss down her stomach

and he fucking looks up at her for permission with his hands so gently on her hips before taking her panties off and wowowow her heart is doing all kinds of flips

and mike doesn’t know what he’s expecting to feel when max spreads her legs, but what he ends up feeling is just pure awe

like he sees the fucking light lmao

and max thinks he’s just so fucking cute but also like she’s fucking desperate to feel his tongue on her

and some sort of electricity sparks through both of them once his mouth is on her, and she guides him through it, stroking his hair all the while

honestly… she kinda gets off on telling him what to do

like she has to tell herself to calm down lmao bc like the prettiest fucking guy has his head between her thighs and keeps looking up at her and he fucking wants her to order him around like that’s lowkey the point of this so she has to be like “okay chillchillchill don’t start domming him rn that’s not the goal here”

little does she know mike likes it too

like every time she pulls his hair to guide him up or down or harder or softer he can’t help but grind against the mattress bc he is so fucking into that

eventually she tells him to slide a finger into her, and she’d noticed before how long his fingers are, but wow they reach so fucking deep and she was not prepared for that

she tells him to add another, and wow that feels so fucking good, and he curls his fingers just the way she tells him to, and she knows she’s not gonna last very long

and shes moaning and rambling like “fuck, fuck, yes, just like that, don’t stop, fuck don’t fucking stop”

when she comes, she comes hard, her thighs wrapping around mike’s head

and it’s super intense but tbh she’s kind of into that

when she opens her eyes mike is all starry eyed, and his lips are all swollen and the entire bottom half of his face is glistening and this motherfucker has the audacity to look at her with his stupid sparkly brown eyes while she’s still fucking catching her breath and ask “was that good?”

max just pulls him into a kiss and strokes his hair

she also needs to get her mouth on his cock

he happily helps her get his boxers off, and neither of them mention that this was just supposed to be about him learning how to eat pussy

max is not ready for the realization that mike is genuinely a solid 8 or 9 inches

like she actually goes “what the fuck your cock is fucking huge”

and mike b l u s h e s at that, and max’s mouth is on him in like 0.2 seconds

the second he moans max knows that sounds gonna be on loop in her head for at least the next few days

he comes super quickly, and his o-face is the hottest thing max has ever seen

mikes embarrassed, but the way max swallows him down is so fucking hot, and she kisses him all over after he comes

somehow they silently agree to cuddle for a bit before showering together

they order pizza, and things seem normal but they both lie wide awake that night once they’re alone in their own beds

neither of them can stop thinking about it

they do it again a few days later

and mike looks so fucking gorgeous and hes all like “does that feel good?” and max can’t help but let him know how bad she wants to sit on his face

mike is SO down

she grips his hair and rides his tongue hard until she’s coming on top of him

…and then they keep going until she comes two more times

later that week mike feels kind of weird when he buys condoms on a whim, but it turns out to be a good thing, bc the third time they hook up max can’t help but tell him in the hottest voice he’s ever heard how badly she wants his cock inside of her

and tbh, while she’s wet as fuck for him, it takes a while of opening her up for her to be ready to take his cock

it’s so worth it once he’s inside of her tho

she guides him through fucking her, but they both kind of know he doesn’t really need it, this is coming so naturally to both of them

so it quickly turns into her more telling him what to do just because they both find it super hot

“fuck, baby, fuck me harder, fuck yes, just like that, that’s it baby, fuck it’s so good you’re such a good boy for me”

the phrase “good boy” rings in both of their ears and makes mike come immediately

“so… you’re into that then?”

“uh, yeah. you?”

“fuck yes.”

they never realized how sexually compatible they would be

like they both come at least three times the first time max is on top, they’re v v into all the same stuff (and each other)

then eventually they get their shit together and realize they’re in love!! so then they get to sprinkle “i love you"s throughout their dirty talk!! and they cuddle and kiss all the time!! it’s so great!!

okay thank you for coming to my dom!max/sub!mike ted talk lol

[bagels-and-seagulls]

I do not know how to describe it, but basically a jealous Matteo and David knows how to solve it (if you understand me) 💕 thanks

Wowowow I have so many thoughts about jealous matteo. Strap in.

There were a group of people surrounding David. This wasn’t unusual. People flocked to David like moths to a flame, and Matteo couldn’t blame that at all. He knew that David shined brighter than the sun on his good days, and his radiance was hard to look at too long for Matteo. He always ended up having to look away just to catch his breath, give his eyes a rest from staring at something so beautiful that really the universe should have realized there was a fallen star walking among them at this point. Even on David’s bad days, he was able to light up a room like a single ray making it through all the storm clouds.

No, Matteo didn’t care that there was a group of people around David. Matteo didn’t even really care that they all were hanging off of his every word, soaking in the attention like they were all crops in a draught and David was the rain. Like he said, Matteo gets it, okay? Really. No, what he did care about was that there was a tall, blonde guy that was leaning against the wall to David’s right, and he hadn’t been able to keep his hands to himself for the last five minutes. And it was grating on Matteo’s nerves.

He chugged half of his beer. “You good, man?” Jonas asked from where he was sitting next to him on the couch.

“Yeah,” Matteo lied and shook his head. He pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to get the image of David laughing at that guy’s joke out of his head.

He looked back up, and the image hadn’t gone away. The guy was facing David, giving him all of his attention, and David was leaning up against the wall, barely looking at him out of the corner of his eye. Matteo watched as the guy reached out and touched David’s shoulder to grab his attention away from someone else in the group, and Matteo gripped the neck of his beer tighter.

He wished he wasn’t like this. He wished the image in front of him didn’t make something sour creep down his spine and settle in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to make a scene, throw a fit, go over there and show everyone in David’s little posse that they didn’t stand a fucking chance, kiss David in front of this entire party, just do anything. But he didn’t. He didn’t because he couldn’t. Because making a scene was never really his style, and even thinking about it, made his palms start to sweat and the back of his neck itch. It was an odd feeling being stuck in between the need to do something and the need to stay still. Most days he didn’t know which one was going to win out.

In the end, Matteo didn’t do anything. He just watched as the guy leaned closer and closer into David’s side, and Matteo went a little bit cross eyed thinking about how they looked good together. They looked like they could be a cute couple that went out to run together in the mornings and texted during each other’s lunch breaks, because they would both have very stable 9-to-5s, and they would have a weekly date night where they saw the latest films and talked about what they liked about them over ice cream afterwards. Maybe this guy actually knew what things like symbolism and lighting and transition shots actually meant, and he didn’t have to fake it every time David brought it up like Matteo did, who still thought that Fast and Furious was a perfectly fine movie even though David had explained to him plenty of times it really wasn’t. Maybe this guy could get out of bed every morning without thinking about how getting his head off his pillow was the hardest feat he ever faced and if his stood up, he just might die.

David looked over at him then, and for the brief second where they made eye contact between everyone milling about, Matteo thought that he could feel his heart stop. David tilted his head, and Matteo suddenly remembered that David always made Matteo feel completely inside out. Matteo was about to smile and wave to tell him there was nothing to worry about, that he was breathing just fine over here, but then the guy got David’s attention. And Matteo’s heart really did stop then.

The room started to fade out, and Matteo could see a spotlight on everywhere this guy touched. The music dulled around him, and Matteo felt the bass heavy in his chest even though he couldn’t really understand the garbled words being sung around him. If he didn’t get out of there right now, he was worried he really was going to make a scene, and not the type he wanted but the one where he went up to David and screamed that he wasn’t good enough for him, that he would never be good enough for him, and how could David stand being around someone as boring and quiet as Matteo when there are people falling all over him all the time because David is the closest thing to perfect-

“I’m going for a smoke,” Matteo mumbled and pushed his way out the room. He vaguely remembers seeing a balcony at one point and threw himself out the window to get to it.

He didn’t have a joint with him tonight, but he ached for one somewhere in his knuckles. Just to take the edge off, he told himself. He did have some cigarettes though and lit one up without a second thought.

He didn’t know how long he had been out there, but he had already gone through half a pack, telling himself it would be the last one at each one. He was looking at a picture of David and him on his phone. It was from some random day last summer that Matteo doesn’t really remember. They were at the park, and they were completely wrapped around each other, smiling widely in the summer. Jonas had took it and sent to him with a stupid caption about them being an old married couple. They looked happy. They were happy. Are happy, Matteo had to remind himself. Because David wasn’t going to leave him for some guy that he had just met.

“What are you doing out here?”

Matteo looked up and saw David crawling in the window. He shrugged in response and took another drag.

“Let me rephrase,” David took the cigarette in between his fingers and then stumped in out on the railing. “Why have you been smoking for the last fifteen minutes?”

Matteo shrugged again and pocked his phone, resisting the urge to be an asshole and just pull the pack out. “Why’re you out here?”

“Because you’re out here.”

“So?” Matteo scoffed. “You seemed to have plenty of attention in there.” Maybe he was going to be an asshole tonight after all.

David pursed his lips and crowded Matteo into the railing, bracketing him in with a hand by each hip. “So,” he started, talking low with a smirk and upturned eyebrow, and that voice always made Matteo’s toes curl in his socks. Matteo grabbed at one of his wrists. “This shitty pop song you like came on, and I said I wanted to dance. Luke said that he would dance with me if I wanted.” Matteo let go of his wrist and went to turn away, only for David to push him back and click his tongue. “I’m not done. He said he would dance with me, and then I told him no and that I was going to try and get my gorgeous boyfriend with two left feet to grind with me a little bit because I kind of want to make out and then convince him to go home with me.”

Matteo stared at him for a moment. David swayed closer with his shit eating grin breaking through Matteo’s cold and prickly mood. “You didn’t say that,” he said.

“Didn’t I?” David slid his fingers under Matteo’s shirt and pressed them together all the way to their toes. “Should’ve seen his face,” he muttered somewhere deep in his chest. “It was priceless. So whatdda say, babe? Gonna dance with me?”

Matteo gripped at the hair at the nape of his neck. “Thought you said you wanted to grind,” he said as loud as he dared, not wanting to pop this bubble that they had made for themselves.

“I mean, if you insist,” David said with a grin. He pushed away from Matteo but then tugged at his hand to follow him back inside.

The guy’s face really was priceless.

[fleurdeliszt]

list 10 biases! thanks @abunnycotton for tagging me

1) Seokjin

2) Jungkook

3) Jongin

4) Eunwoo

5) IU

6) Joy

7) Nayeon

8) Yuta

9) Junmyeon

10) Wonwoo

Between 1 and 4 who would you rather kiss?  Seokjin/Eunwoo

- I MEAN obviously seokjin bc eunwoo is like my lil bro. I'm also terrified of seokjin but I'll come to that when I must

Between 2 and 7 who would you rather be best friends with? JK/Nayeon

- aaaaaa this is such a hard one lol. As much as I love Nayeon, I'd have to go with JK for this one damn YOU jk. Bc I think he'd be the most wonderful, warm and supportive bff with whom I can chill out in hoodies, play stupid video games all night long and finally prove to him who the supreme overlord in overwatch really is.

Between 5 and 10 who has a better voice? IU/Wonwoo

- damnnnnnn but IU is my queen. Sorry wonwoo!

Between 1 and 8 who is the funniest?  Seokjin/Yuta

- LOL IS THIS EVEN A QUESTION. Is there anyone funnier than Kim Seokjin? Is there anyone more beautiful than Kim Seokjin? Do I love anyone more than Kim Seokjin? All rhetorical questions.

Between 6 and 9 who would you date?  Joy/Junmyeon

- wowowow! LOL uhhh Junmyeon so we can have a whole Dinner play in the background while I dress in exquisite dresses (all courtesy of my rich husband) while I dramatically pose on the staircase as my marriage falls apart around me. on a more serious note, junmyeon deserves someone better

Between 4 and 8 who is the best dancer?  Eunwoo/Yuta

- tbh, I like eunwoo more for his acting and haven't really seen any of his astro work so... gonna go with yuta! Boy that man can move 🤤

Between 3 and 5 who would you most likely marry? Jongin/IU

- IS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR A POLYAMOROUS RELATIONSHIP? but tbqhhh, Jongin. Been pining for that man since 2k18 and would happily have 3 babies for him + adopt one dog so we can have 7 kids in the family 😭❣️also I'm too insecure to have a poly relationship with two beautiful people dbdjdkdk

Between 1 and 7 who would you nurse when sick? Jin/Nayeon

- don't get sick both of u!!!! Aaaaaaaa seokjin ofc , but he'd probably file a restraining order against me bc I'm so naggy

Between 6 and 8 who would you vacation with?  Joy/Yuta

-...... so difficult but probably Joy? we'd have fun and eat ice cream

Between 3 and 10 who gives the most healing vibe? Jongin/Wonwoo

- nothing against wonwoo and this is a completely biased answer but jongin. once when I had a REALLY terrible headache and missed jongin I went to watch that Japanese drama he was in. not even lying but I got magically better lol, he really has healing properties

Between 2 and 9 who would you quarantine with? JK/Junmyeon

- *chants* JK! JK! JK! I meannnnnnn seokjin would probably check on me too cause his baby and me are quarantining dhdjdk also GAMES! much video games!!!! I can teach JK to play the piano bc yoongi is too soft (who am I kidding I'm also soft for jk) and then we can videocall the tannies 🥺 while my parents disown me for being quarantined with a boy

if u see this, consider urself tagged!! And do this ❣️❣️❣️ Stay home and stay safe

[echo-inthevoid]

Friends at the table live blogging? Reaction? Thoughts? What is this?

So I know usually people start these at episode one but when I started listening to this podcast it was just cause I was super bored and I had no intention of liking it so much. But I do like it incredibly lots and there isn't enough content out there for autumn in hieron, (which is what I'm currently listening through because I decided to start at the beginning), and there needs to be more. So I'm going to write out my reactions and predictions for the rest of this season (I'm on episode 21 now.) I've also already made some art so I'll post that along with the reactions. All of this ill tag as #myf@ttreactions so... I guess if I end up spamming you can block it or if you come across this later and want to read it all in order you can do that too.

Alright. So to recap what I've listened to so far. Obviously, this will contain spoilers but I'll try to be somewhat vague? So if you do plan on listening but don't mind spoilers it's not gonna be like there's no point in listening anymore?

The first arc (the first tower? Idk if there's a naming system in place for the arcs within each season? Are their multiple arcs in other seasons of hieron? Idk. I've been trying to avoid spoilers.) I'll just call it the first tower until I'm told otherwise.

The first tower was super interesting, although at that point I couldn't tell the difference between any of the voices except phantasmo and hella? So I didn't super follow the character development or interactions super well (also the audio wasn't great early on). But the whole thing about every npc having a goal and at least some personality is a thing I really love. The whole thing with the animated chefs hat? Brilliant loved it.

hadrian killed the skeleton dude! I was also upset about it!

Even this early on I was in love with austins story telling. He gives everything such personality and seems capable of just going with whatever the players decide to do in a way I find almost unbelievable? Like? How????? Teach me your ways?

Also they are all so... Earnest and unabashed in caring about their characters and the world? basically they are a bunch of nerds, but that caring is something that means a lot to me.

All the characters arguing at the end was interesting? Like these guys aren't just gonna stick together cause their the player characters, they're willing to split up or fight and I found that very interesting. I've only listened to taz as far as actual play podcasts are concerned so forgive me if I don't know how rpg podcasting usually goes or compare these two a lot.

Hella and phantasmo were my favorites at this point (because they were the only voices I could recognize), and I thought hadrian and fero were the same person??? Sort of? I was very confused.

And I think that's all I have to say about the first tower.

So on to snow party and then boat party.

at this point 1. The audio got better, and 2. I realized fero and hadrian were different people because they were in two different places.

Throndir is introduced and is a tentative favorite. He has a dog, is an elf, looks up to two idiots, is just generally adorable?

Hadrian decides not to sleep after having nightmares. Yes yes yes give meee angst. Also having come to this from listening to Taz the willingness to explore the characters emotions so much was very nice? Like taz is great, but it is about 90% goofs, which is great and what a lot of people like about it, and is something I like about it. It's just rather surprising going from one sort of extreme to the other? Anyway, I liked it.

Phantasmo goes invisible and then reality slowly disappears? Spooky. Very nice. They go into how he's feeling about it? Copy paste the paragraph I just wrote again. That good good character development stuff! I could probably have writen a pretty in character fanfic about phantasmo just having the information about him from that one thing?

The ice monster? Spookyyyy! Also. Throndir slowly rising as a solid favorite. My boy was so cold and scared! ;-;

Phantasmo is an old grumpidygrump. I love.

Hadrian tries his best.

Wooorddd eatterrrsssss!!! This idea confused me a lot. And still does? How does one subsist on words? How do you eat a word? Do you eat it from just one person or does it disappear for everyone? Phantasmo didn't forget samothese's name, but at the same time it seems like the snow elves forgot about the goblins pretty thoroughly. Maybe just cause they live shorter now? And have lived with the word eaters for a long time? How do they not know the word eaters exist? Do the word eaters not turn them wordless ever? I have so many questions! Does a word eater have any consciousness before it eats a word? Or is it just a collection of words that eventually form a consciousness? What ARE they?

Phantasmos speech to the word eater.... O.O He was actually helpful? Wowowow. Also, super cool.

He immediately rubs it in everyones faces. Of course.

Also apparently throndir is part goblin??? When did that happen? The next episode just sort of started with them talking about it and I feel like I missed something??? Please help, where was that? When did that happen?

Also the goblin asking if throndir is going to torture the other pcs. Hints at tragic backstory™? 👀

And. Now i must scream about the entire part with the other snow elves!!!!!!!!!!

Like!!! They disected people!? And throndir saw it!? First of all, that's gotta be a bit traumatic, secondly, that's gotta be like terrifying also!!? Likewhkahskwbdjdjdjsksjd. I am a sucker for angst and you are just giving me this!? You're just giving it to me??? There is so MUCH that can be pulled out of this!? Also I didn't have any wifi or signal for a couple days in between them being captured and it being revealed that they were going to let throndir go and I am gonna have to write a fic some time about what I thought was going to happen. It definitely included throndir getting disected with like magic and things and was uuuu.. Very angst.

Throndir is my favorite for sure at this point. 100%. He's my boyy.

Alright now back to BOAT PARTYYYY!!!

Calhoun is great. Everything great. Then it's not.

Emanuel and lem!!!!! Im slow on the uptake when it comes to romance (ace here, hello) but I think this is the fastest I've ever shipped anything. Aka when lem decided he'd stay in the city with Emanuel and the others were kinda teasing him about how he had this whole idea of Emanuel in his mind... I was like haaanngg on a second! Is the romantic tension so strong here that even I can sense it!? Also then lem jokingly called him his boyfriend so.

Probably everyone else shipped it immediately when lem stopped fighting because Emanuel looked at him funny...

Again, austins ability to just sort of take whatever the players do and just go with it? Like now there's this whole ghost city!??

I really hope things turn out alright with lem and Emanuel, like. I hope Emanuel is still around in 4 seasons? (Or however many seasons of hieron there is?)

I just realized that if there's 4 seasons of hieron then that us an incredible pun and I am proud of whoever came up with it? If it wasn't just a coincidence? Is this a thing people are aware of? Have I unlocked my third eye?

I'm listening to episode 21 right now so I need to cry about Calhoun a bit. Like. Oof. Hella why. Also Ali/Hella was crying!!? And Calhoun was crying? And now I'm crying!? Calhoun became a favorite character of mine and then immediately died in like 2 minutes.

...i have now reached the end of episode 21 and I am scared.

Calhoun please don't change now? Like kill hella sure, but don't become eviill?? I just want everyone to be happy ;~;

Alright. Well. See ya next episode.