#i wanna jump off a cliff about this actually

[trophywifemac]

i just realised that there is a small ominous note playing when Dennis tells Mac that he's Johnny and i'll never be the same again

[pigeonliker420]

whatevers wrong with this man i like it

[stabbyfoxandrew]

oh... gods i just realized i have ao3 comments that are two months old...

[fanciestghost]

GOES INSANE GOES INSANE GOES INSANE GOES INSANE GOES INSANE GOES INSANE GOES INSANE GOES INSANE GOES INSANE GOES INSANE GOES INSANE GOES INSANE GOES INSANE GOES INSANE GOES INSANE GOES INSANE GOES INSANE GOES INSANE GOES INSANE GOES INSANE GOES INSANE GOES INSANE GOES INSANE GOES INSANE GOES INSANE GOES INSANE GOES INSANE

(<- rewatching donnie darko and the new mandela catalogue video at the same time)

[orcelito]

oh caving stresses me O U T

like not to be a Vast truther or w/e (except i totally am) but lksjdlfksjdf the cave diving episode of TMA freaked me out soooo bad & ya if i see a video of someone cave diving im like what are you DOINGGGGGG that's the EARTHHHHHHHH what if it BREAKSSSSSSSSSS it's literally so anxiety-inducing. im like not even claustrophobic, i love my little hidey-holes, but i can NOT deal with cave diving, thank u very much

[filmcel]

i’m the fool for thinking this guy is scared of me bc he likes me no he’s scared of me bc he could b my dad =_=

[miguelspriscilla]

fucking rcd!miguel in the back of his car after he won a race

“Oh—fuck..”

Miguel grunted as he continued pounding into you deeply from behind. His eyes staring down at your ass, the small-spaced car covering the sounds of squelching and skin-slapping. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head with each thrust, your fingers digging into the center console where you were forced to lay on as your best friend fucks you roughly in the back of his car.

This is how the night usually ended after Miguel won a car race. It all started during a sleepover at your house when you suggested the idea, giving him motivation to actually put more effort in the competitions. So after these races, the car would be parked by a cliff nearby the city while the two of you fuck round after round—not stopping even when you were on the verge of passing out.

“You like that, nena? Tell me.” His lips curving into a smirk, both of his hands gripping on your hips tightly. You squirmed, feeling his hard cock still thrusting into your tight, spongy walls.

“Y-Yes..I love it so much, Miggy!” you moaned breathlessly, the cute noises you were letting out were only bringing Miguel more pleasure.

“Fuck, I love when you call me that..”

You responded with a sweet smile before feeling him suddenly hit that sweet spot of yours, your face contorting with pleasure once again. “Please, Miggy! I want you to cum inside me!” you beg without hesitation, your knuckles turning white as your hands move to grip the center console instead. “Fuckfuckfuck!”

Your chants only encourages Miguel to set a relentless pace, driving his cock into you so roughly to the point the tip kisses your cervix. Pornographic moans leaving your sweet lips as Miguel reaches over to grab a handful of your hair to pull you back, forcing your back to arch even more, enough for your breasts to press down on the leather material of the console, never losing his pace, greedily driving himself deeper and deeper.

“You drive me crazy..never wanna leave this sweet pussy..” Miguel darkly chuckles, just as you were about to give out, feeling yourself wanting to stop, you felt yourself reach a climax that had you seeing white spots in your vision, moving your back closer to your best friend’s chest. Your face completely stained with tears and drool while shuddering as your legs shake— Miguel felt you continue to clench around his cock.

“Oh Miguel!” you mewled, Miguel watches a white ring of your sweetness cover his cock and it leaves the man almost falling apart on top of you. He groaned into your neck with a final thrust as he sank deep inside you, his cum filling you up as you moaned at the hot sensation.

As your best friend continues emptying himself inside your cunt, both of your chests heaving heavily with a thin layer of sweat on your bodies. You were completely fucked out, not one thought in your pretty little head while you stayed still.

Suddenly Miguel’s phone began going off, as if it knew when to start ringing. He seemed to forget to shut it off before he impatiently jumped your bones. He gave your butt a harsh slap, laughing when you responded with a loud whimper before he reached to his race car jacket to grab his phone from the pocket.

“Damnit!” Miguel rolled his eyes, looking at his phone screen and it read, ‘Dana.’ His girlfriend. As much as he didn’t want to answer, he still clicked the green button. As soon as he held his phone to his ear, he slid his now soft cock out of your pussy.

“Aw! Come back, Miggy!”

“Give me a sec, nena. It’s Dana.” Miguel murmured, hearing you continue to protest for him to stick his cock back in but instead he leaned down to give you a sloppy kiss, slowly rubbing tight circles on your clit as he waited for Dana say whatever the hell she wanted to talk about at 1am. “Hey— Dana..right now isn’t a good time.”

“Yeah you must’ve been sleeping! But..I just missed you.” Dana replied affectionately through the other line. She seemed eager at the fact Miguel picked up.

Though he didn’t match his girlfriend’s enthusiasm, his focus remained on you. Resting himself on your back, using his tongue to finally explore your drooling mouth while listening to Dana talk endlessly about her day, how much she misses Miguel, and how she wished she could have attended the race to see him win.

Your knees still prompted on the car floor, slowly aching from how long you stayed in that uncomfortable position as you press your thighs tightly, trying to relief the loss of your best friend’s cock. You swore you could fall asleep from the boring conversation Dana was basically having a conversation with herself. You never liked her, she was obnoxious and passed herself around way too much. But the feeling was mutual between the two of you, she never liked how you and Miguel are so close..Dana has suspected most of the time that you were both hanging out— you were sucking his cock at the back of his car.

Miguel mindlessly nodded at whatever Dana said, humming against your lips until he pulled away and watch you lay your head, pouting your lips. “Mhm..mhm..yeah?” Miguel shrugged, not paying attention at all. He was watching the mixture of your juices and his cum oozing out of your pussy, the scene was absolutely breathtaking, literally. He couldn’t breathe right as he watched your fluids drip down your thighs and onto the carpet, staining it but Miguel didn’t care.

Though you were sensitive and exhausted, you pathetically whined loudly— surely Dana had catch that. “Hey Dana, I’m kinda busy right now. Let me call you back in 20 minutes?” Miguel interrupted his girlfriend during mid-conversation. His eyes trained on your leaking hole, watching as more of his cum spill out of you, the feeling making your body shudder once more.

“Actually let me call you back in the morning, yeah?”

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SOMEONE FUCKING HELP ME!!! IVE BEEN CONTEMPLATING ON POSTING THIS FOR 5 DAYS NOW. PLEASE PLEASE IM SORRY ITS BAD I JUST LOVE MIGUEL😭

[nvuy]

I find it kinda funny the way you react differently with Boothill and Sunday in terms of writing but they both hold the same flavor of “I want him carnally.” Keep up the wonderful work

PLEASE they’re so different it’s hilarious. gross loser with a cowboy hat that’s terrible at hiding his feelings and another gross loser with angel wings who’s slightly better at hiding his feelings but only because that’s what expected of him.

i could actually yap about them for hours…

cyborg abomination, last washed (can he bathe?) 58269652 days ago, scuffed boots but keeps them spurs polished, definitely chews hay, swallows bullets and can catch a fired one between his teeth with zero effort because his teeth are fake, probably jumps in mud puddles if given the opportunity (not like a child, but more like if he’s walking he’ll stamp in it, because he can)

versus

last washed one hour ago and smells purely of dove soap and an orchard on a rainy day, actively watches for his appearance, obsessed with organisation and order, and also actively avoids mud puddles.

but at the same time by the gods if they both don’t fret over your appearance. sunday’s more formal in the matter; he likes to dress you up if given the opportunity. fancy dinners, and he’s already organised your outfit down to the core. he likes to see you presentable, but there’s also something so raw and gorgeous about how horrible you look when you wake up (he’s swooning despite his straight face. if you’re not already jealous of his flawless he looks in the morning, that is).

sunday also absolutely loves when you keep him company in the office, even if you’re a total distraction. it’s not even your fault either. you could be doing something else entirely in the corner on a couch and his eyes will wander. don’t sit in his lap because then he’ll be a lost cause entirely.

boothill will doll you up too, don’t get me wrong, but it’s more of a “hey i bought you this and you’d probably look hot in it” and he’s always right. you’re more fretting over his appearance than anything—he doesn’t mind.

brush his hair all you want. if you wanna braid his hair, go for it. he’ll keep it like that for the rest of time if he could. his hair isn’t exactly real, nor does it grow, so it doesn’t really need to be washed, and the strands are effortlessly silky. he’ll let you do anything to him, it’s that bad. he’d probably let you push him off a cliff. and yes, you can use his little ports to charge your phone, even if he whines every time about it.

the white hair is natural, by the way. definitely had very very dark brown hair that his fathers loved to take care of, and then when he lost his daughter, it was a case of marie antoinette syndrome (whether it exists is debatable, but for my mind’s sake, yes).

[ooooo-mcyt]

Okay every time I see Double Life content about the secret soulmate thing, everyone plays up Scar as being super upset for drama, but like. Canonically, he really kinda didn't care, and like. I find that angle to be INTERESTING.

If we still wanna take it in an angsty direction, Scar not minding can be taken either as a lack of interest in his relationship with Grian on his part or as a sign that, even if he does care, he's long since given up on the two of them as a pair.

On the other hand (and i personally froth at the mouth over this interpretation most), it could be that he doesn't care about Grian's secret soulmate because he's secure enough in their past together and in being Grian's actual soulmate that he knows Grian playing distant and flirting with Bigb for a few episodes doesn't actually matter, really. Grian played distant in season one too, but he also fought by Scar's side until the end and loved him enough to jump off a cliff when he lost him. Scar knows this. And now the universe has deemed them SOULMATES as well, so why would Scar care that Grian baked some bread for Bigb?

[cozage]

you wanna do continue the one you did where the s/o gets captured? Get them rescuuuued. please and thank you :D

A/N: I actually have two of these requests in my inbox, and these got really long because I’m insane and have to write every detail, so I’m going to break these up into three different posts so people aren’t stuck reading and scrolling through a 10k fic on tumblr. Ace and Law’s will be coming soon!

Characters: female reader x Luffy

Cw:  angst, drugging, near-death experience

Total word count: 2.3k

Summary: You've been captured by marines, and the Strawhats work to get you back. (Followup from this request)

Rescued by Pirates - Luffy

Luffy stood at the top of the cliff, staring down the Marine fleet in the bay. There were ten ships, and you were on one of them. Captured. Alone. He knew you were fighting, but there’s only so much you could do in a locked prison cell with sea prism cuffs. 

“I’m coming.” Luffy muttered, hoping the wind would carry his words to you. “Wait for me. Don’t stop fighting.”

“Luffy, get down!” Nami pulled the captain back over the ridge, keeping him out of sight from the scouts. “If a Marine sees you this whole stealth operation is over!”

Luffy groaned and slumped to the ground. “I don’t even know why this has to be a stealth operation! If we just start smashing everything-”

“They’ll kill her.” Sanji said, and Luffy grew quiet. “If they know we’re coming, they’ll execute her now and report it to the news coo after.”

“They probably have people waiting outside her cell to do it as soon as the call is made,” Franky admitted coldly. “They don’t want another repeat of…” he trails off, and everyone knows what he’s going to say. 

They don’t want another repeat of Ace. Luffy embarrassed the entire World Government when he broke into Impel Down, broke out of Impel Down, and then sailed to Marineford and freed Ace from his shackles. 

“It’s possible that’s why they’re still here.” Nami’s voice was worried as she spoke everyone’s thoughts. “They’re baiting us so they can kill her. They don’t want to transport her just to have Luffy embarrass them again.”

“It would make sense why they haven’t taken off yet,” Brook added. 

“Or they’re waiting for backup,” Sanji countered. “She’s a dangerous pirate, but the Navy always prefers public executions. Especially with the new leader having a personal vendetta against Luffy, he’ll want to kill her publicly if possible. I’m sure of it.”

“Then we have to go!” Luffy started to stand to his feet, frustrated with the lack of action, but Nami quickly pulled him back down. 

“Let Robin and Brook handle this first part! We have to find her first before you start smashing everything to bits!”

Luffy hated waiting. Especially when there's nothing he could do to pass the time. But finally, after about 30 minutes of silence, Robin opened her eyes. 

“She’s on the fourth ship in the back with the red and yellow tailwind sail. Under deck, in a prison cell. Shackles on her arms and legs, and a neck collar.”

Luffy’s eyes peeked over the cliffside to find the ship Robin was describing. He located it, and sprang forward to jump over the cliff, but strong arms held him back. 

“Zoro, let me go! We know where she is!” He struggled to break free from the swordsman's grasp. “We have to go get her!”

“Hang on Luffy, we need a plan before we just jump into action!”

--

The guard change comes early today, which you find odd. Normally the Marines are dragging their feet to stand guard over your cell, but then you spot green hair poking out from the marine cap, the man next to him with a very familiar scar across his cheek, and your heart begins to beat faster. 

“So, the keys?” Zoro holds his hand out to the Navy officer watching over you, who laughs in his face. 

“This must be your first time imprisoning a pirate, kid,” the old man says. “We don’t keep the keys anywhere near the prison. You know how easy it would be for someone to knock out a guard and take them? Let me show you the ropes, kid.”

The old man and his colleague turn to face you for the first time in hours, ushering Zoro and Luffy to look at you now. You can see Luffy is in visible pain just from looking at you. 

Your arms and legs were each shackled to the wall, and you had a contraption around your neck that looked strikingly similar to the ones the Celestial Dragons used on their slaves. Blood caked your hair and trickled down your face. Your body was littered in scratches and bruises, your clothes torn from whatever battle had happened that Luffy wasn’t there for. 

“Each one of those shackles has a different key, and that neck collar too, as well as the key to the jail cell itself. Each of those keys are on a different ship, and we’ve got instructions to throw the keys into the harbor if we catch a glimpse of a Strawhat approaching the ship. 

“The best part, though,” he continues, with a hungry malice in his eyes. He raises his hand to point a finger at your neck. “That collar has a fun little detonator. The Vice Admiral has the control button if it comes to that. And the collar itself administers a sedative every hour on the hour, and gives another dose if someone touches the bars.” 

He smacked the bars for good measure, and you flinched as you felt a pinch in your neck. 

“Honestly it’s a miracle she’s still awake. We like to hit the bars every now and then just to keep her calm. Don’t want her causing a scene now, do we?”

You were trying your hardest not to stare at Luffy. You can see the rage consuming his body as he realizes what an insurmountable task it is to save you. You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head viciously to relay a simple message. Run. Don’t save me.

But you know he won’t listen. He never has. Not with Robin or Ace or Sanji or anyone else he’s saved against their will. And he certainly won’t do it with you either. 

“I see a pretty big flaw in this whole design,” Zoro said, staring at the cell you were in. You could see he was enraged as well, but he was hiding it better than Luffy. 

“Oh yeah? And what’s that, kid?”

“Can’t they just cut it?”

The old Marine let out a hardy laugh at his question. “Sea prism stone is the hardest substance in the world. Nobody can cut through that, I don't care if it’s Dracule Mihawk himself!”

“Oh, Mihawk can cut Sea Prism Stone.” The green-haired man gave a devilish smirk to the Marine.

You braced yourself. You knew what was coming. Zoro only had two swords with him, but it would be enough. 

You heard a whirlwind of air swirl around you, and you could feel the weight on your arms get lighter. There were several pinches in your neck, and you could feel yourself involuntarily slip into unconsciousness. 

--

Zoro had put just a bit too much power into his swings to free you, and the cuts ripped through the ship behind you. He then turned to the marines, wickedly smiling at them. 

“Told ya.” He smacked the younger one with the hilt of the sword and the marine crumpled to the ground, but the older marine was fast and dodged Zoro’s attack. The Marine locked Zoro into a battle of swords, occupying his ability to get the other chains off of you.

Luffy sprang into action, running to grab you. He screamed your name as he ran to you, jumping over sea prism stone rubble and other debris to reach you. He knew Zoro hadn’t hurt you, but you were slumped against the ship wall, and he couldn’t help but think about how fragile you looked. He shook you, desperately trying to wake you up. 

And then Luffy heard a beeping sound, coming from the collar around your neck. The same sound that he was helpless against in Sabaody. “ZORO!” He screamed, holding you tight. 

“Forgot to mention,” the older marine grinned back at the swordsman, keeping him locked in a battle. “Tamper with the chains too much and the collar will detonate, even without a push from the button.”

Zoro tightened his muscles in horror. “Luffy, get it off of her!”

“I hear she’s the weakness of Strawhat Luffy. Let’s watch and see, shall we? Perhaps he’ll have an even worse reaction than in Marineford.” The marine's gaze was on Luffy now, eager to see him snap. 

Luffy ignored the weight of what failure meant for you. He focused, letting his Haki flow through his body like he had seen Rayleigh do in Sabaody. He grabbed the collar from around your neck and squeezed, snapping it in half, and threw it away from you. In the same motion, Luffy turned and glared at the Marine, who instantly crumpled to the ground, knocked out by Luffy’s Conqueror's Haki. 

“Luffy, we have to go,” Zoro’s voice was urgent. There was commotion above them coming from the deck. It was clear the Navy was alerted to their presence. But Luffy was ignoring him, desperately trying to shake you awake. 

“Come on, Luffy,” Zoro insisted, stepping over the rubble. He quickly cut each of the shackles off your legs.  “She’ll be fine. I’ll carry her, you punch things. Let's go.”

Zoro put a sword between his teeth and picked you up into his arms. He saw the darkness in Luffy’s eyes, and stood back to let his captain destroy the people who had tried to take you away from him. 

Luffy spared no ship. Once he saw Zoro and you were safe on the beach, he unleashed his full might against the ten ships in the harbor. His crew could hear his screams of rage from the shoreline, his pent up fear of losing you spilling out into his attacks. 

When he was finally finished destroying the ships, he came back to the shore and sat silently among his crew. He pulled your unconscious body into his lap, stroking your hair softly. He stared down at you for a long time, just watching the rise and fall of your chest, his eyesight fuzzy from tears. 

As the sun was starting to sink over the horizon, Nami finally spoke up. “We should go.” Her voice was hoarse, and her cheeks were damp with tears. 

“Not until she wakes up.”

Sanji sighed, pulling out a few small rations of food to give the crew while they waited. Luffy didn’t eat, he just combed his fingers through your hair, willing you to wake up. 

Nightfall came, and you were still unconscious. The crew could see lights on the horizon. Marine ships that were supposed to lead you to Impel Down. 

“Luffy, we need to go,” Sanji insisted. Luffy refused to respond, his eyes only watching you. 

“She’ll be more comfortable on the ship, Luffy,” Chopper said, trying to coax the captain back to the Sunny. “She can sleep in a bed and we can monitor her more closely.”

“It’s better for her to be back on the ship,” Sanji agreed. “And we need to get moving.”

Luffy finally nodded, giving in to his crew's request. If it was better for you, then he wouldn’t be selfish. It was selfishness that got you in this position in the first place. If he hadn’t run off on his own, if he had just stayed with the group like Nami had told him too, this might’ve never happened.

He held you close to him and walked back to the ship with the rest of the crew, not speaking. When they got back to the ship, Luffy set you down in the infirmary and stood in the corner, letting Chopper take care of you.

“Let me know if anything changes in her status.” And with that, Chopper left the two of you alone in the infirmary. Luffy sat in the chair next to your bed, holding your hand and watching you sleep, waiting for you to come back to him. 

--

Before you open your eyes, you can hear the heart rate monitor beeping; you can feel the harsh light against the back of your eyelids. Beside you, you can hear soft, even breathing of someone who is sleeping. Luffy. You’d know the sound of his breathing anywhere. You feel relief wash over you, knowing you’re safe with your crew. 

The light is still too bright for your eyes, so your hand reaches out blindly, searching for Luffy. Your hand finds his head, and you pat him gently. You don’t intend to wake him, but he instantly stirs from his sleep. 

“Y/n?” His voice is groggy as his head lifts up. 

“Hi,” you whisper, your eyes still closed. “Can you turn off the-”

His body crashes into you, cutting off your question, and you wrap your arms around him in an embrace. You can hear his broken sobs of relief fill the air. “I was so scared,” he sobbed into your shoulder. “You weren’t waking up.”

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” you say soothingly, trying to calm him down. You crack your eyes open a bit, trying to adjust to the light in the room. “Thanks to you, captain.”

[austinsastrology8991]

> Mars in Houses < How you fight demons by becoming more demony ANd where others thirsty for yo Red-Bull-shit

Mars in First - Red bull gave you wings. your venom is oozing out yo teeth, but you still grinning at anything that moves. you act out a lot -and we let you - only because we don't wanna be the reason you lashed out - and you will justify your outbursts with any reason possible. because anything and everything makes you jump into a fist fight. and we don't wanna hear it was our fault later when we all know its your fault Mars in Second - Red bull made you sleep. you tired of fighting, but you will never surrender - so like what do you even want. your easily the most annoying person to get in a fight with because you never quit even if you lost the fight. passive in yo jabs but you a genius at pissing me off. and honestly the only reason i put up with it is because you so god damn sensual but your the definition of walking on egg shells Mars in Third - Red bull gave you intrusive thoughts. You are irrationally provocative and you don't even care that you just pissed everyone off with yo shit talking. you are able to have a conversation, but you must get the final word, and this final word, is why we all roll our eyes at you whenever you say yo 'piece.' notice how know one talks shit back to you? talk is cheap Mars in Fourth - Red bull gave you cancer - you hold in a lot, and we know your insides are boiling into a hot soup and thats why everyone so nice to you. we dont want to be the ones you vomit at. and we know its because yo mama made you bite yo tongue as a kid. and well we gotten used to it Mars in Fifth - Red bull gave you energy - get hyper - *dubstep**ksi appears** your dominant simply because your energy is overwhelming to others > you got the loudest laugh > the 'funniest' jokes > the biggest rawr xd > no one gonna step to you because you loud , and to extinguish yo flames we gotta call the fire brigade because you set the whole building on fire Mars in Sixth - Red bull gave you band aids/aids - you the most non combative person but can cut anyone so easily. you know exactly how to put someone down, and thats why you dont look for fights, because it feels like work at dis point. undercover freaks Mars in Seventh - Red bull gave you an erection - RED ROCKET RED ROCKET ummm do you really gotta show yo red rocket to everyone. seriously you working everyone as if you plan on sleeping with everyone. and the people you really wanna sleep with man, never seen a bigger simp, but keep pretending you a pimp, i mean i would too if i was as thirsty as you Mars in Eighth - Red bull gave you demon wings - scary. you can expose anyone by diggging into their psyche/secrets, and after you expose them, you console them, make them feel better about how you made them yo bitch. I mean its impressive how well you keep your secrets to yourself, but man do you exterminate everyone elses and its uncomfortable to be yo target Mars in Ninth - Red bull made you jump off something high - loud ambitions and a whole buncha energy. and well we know you have a grand plan to take over the world, but we done hearing about it we just waiting to see if you got the balls to do it. oh wow you actually jumped off the cliff and nearly died. was it as legendary as you thought it would be > i mean shit, imma talk about it so maybe? Mars in Tenth - Red bull made you put on a suit - Professionally a proffesional. a professional that proffeses they a profesional professionally like professionals who are proffesional. do you feel like i gave you the respect you deserved, or do you feeel im mocking you? they ask themselves this typa shit 24/7 because they dont wanna get spat on, but they so used to it - so they put themselves in only win win situations to avoid anything 'unprofessional'

Mars in Eleventh - Red bull gave you purpose - yall are kinda fearless but we all know its because you so afraid you wont get your way lol. but you masters at getting yo way, but that just means people dont wanna get in yo way... now ask yourself. how beneficial is this really. i mean at least nothing is an obstacle, but also no one helping you, becasue your attitude has convinced everyone you dont need help, and we also don't want to Mars in Twelfth - Red bull made you think he gave you wings - yall into infecting peoples minds; thats yo weapon. you know the exact right things to pull off to get people stuck in a thought loop of guessing what ifs of what is actually nothing at all. and this 'weapon' after a while, is completely useless after yo game is revealed, but yall are intriguing and are always shapeshifting into some new shit

[fountainpenguin]

Scott, Gem, and Martyn Secret Life Ep 1 commentary:

"Geez Scott, why are you so creepy?" / "Everyone needs a hobby <3"

Crying at Scott booking it across the grass to break up Scar and Jimmy as fast as humanly possible and they just start huffing and grumbling.

Scott after running into Pearl, Cleo, Jimmy, and Martyn - "I've bumped into every single one of my exes already..."

slkdjf Skizz apparently cut himself saying "I just wanna cause problems" out of his own POV but Scott got it all on tape

Skizz staying within 10 blocks of Gem is even funnier from Scott's POV because he needs Gem to hold his hand while he follows Scott around a corner... The delicate balancing act of obeying Scott's come hither but also pulling Gem along.

The dead silent push in on Scott's face when he notices Gem inching her base away from his and he's dreading starting his "obnoxiously attach your base to someone else's" task over.

Impulse: "Scott, is my cottagecore-ing okay? :)" / Scott, sweating his pretty little head off as he speed-builds so Gem doesn't catch him in the act, not even turning around: "Yep- looks great!"

Gem, emotionally trudging across the map with Skizz and Scott hanging off her.

I appreciate Gem's commentary of "How much room does this man NEED??"

Gem watching Scott un-merge their bases: "Oh, thank you" / Scott: "What do you mean by that. Why is that a relief to you."

---

Impulse and Gem going over the cliff is funnier with the context that Gem's task was to convince someone to "take a leap of faith while also ensuring they take no damage."

Mental image of Gem begging Impulse to take a flying jump into the water while Impulse is grabbing her by the shoulders and trying to force her into a cherry wood boat because it's cherry wood it's amazing Gem come on slkdjf

Gem: "How much more iron do you need for a chestplate?" / Impulse, taking a moment to pretend to count: "... 8 :)"

Gem, addressing the viewers: "And Skizz follows me around for an uncomfortable period of time."

In Scott's POV, he's just watching unhappily from the distance as Gem starts taking down her wall, but in Gem's POV she actually asked him if she can move her base over and he's just like "Yeah... Yeah, you can if you want to :')" slkdfj

Underappreciated irony in Scott being the one to make a big deal about how clingy Skizz is when he's literally fusing his base's roof with Gem's

It's spawn egg-topia!!

Scott: "I'm making the executive decision to separate our cottages." slkdjf Scott recovers from being possessed by the spirit of clinginess and wakes up like "What HAPPENED last night?? What is this garbage??"

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Holy cow Martyn dropping from 30 hearts to 12 within like 20 minutes.

lksdjf Martyn: "Let's see if there's any response in the chat to my Cover Me With Diamonds achievement :)" / Gem, Scott, and Impulse immediately triple enchant / Martyn: "Oh :'D"

??? Custom zombie spawner? Neat

He started at 30 and went down to 5.5 hearts?? Geez, dude.

It's funny because in Double Life, I didn't notice Martyn taking that much damage compared to anyone else, but I feel like now I understand why Cleo was so irritated with him lskdjf

Martyn at the start of this episode: "Ew I don't want cherry wood" / Martyn trying to complete his secret task: "Where is all the cherry wood??"

Martyn speedbuilding in panic and quiet, then Joel cracks a joke and Martyn laughs and you hear Bdubs offscreen going "You got Martyn with that one" <3

sdfklsjdf I like how Martyn's idea of copying Lizzie's house involved rushing over to hers and destroying her bed to match the fact that his copied house did not have a bed

Wheezing at Impulse being just 2 steps from pushing the success button but Martyn starts trash-talking cherry wood and Impulse immediately goes "Take that back, take that back right now!" with this guttural snarl and starts stomping towards him because he wasn't cured from his cherry wood obsession yet... Beautiful.

[captainwans]

AM ERA! (smau)

— ALEX TURNER

arabella series

pairing: alex turner x fem! actress! reader

summary: some iconic and memorable moments on social media during the am era.

timeline: 2014

note: to clear up any confusion, the song arabella in this universe/series is based on a movie y/n did. + and also this format / layout is heavily inspired by my love @ithinkimokeei 🩶

masterlist!

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yourinstagram she’s got a barbarella silver swimsuit … 🪽

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username THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING ‼️

username doing cartwheels across the highway- 🤸‍♀️ why are they so attractive

username mom and dad looks so hot

breanahelders looking beautiful wifey 😙

yourinstagram got it from you <3

elizabetholsenofficial because i love waking up in the morning getting hit by visuals 😩

username lizzie is so real for that

username mother

username alex looks so fucking good i wanna jump off a cliff

username the fact that y/n didn’t know arabella was about her until a fan told her during a comic con panel will forever not be iconic

username lmao even the mcu cast was shocked that she didn’t know 😭

username had to replay that funny moment between y/n and scarlett where scar almost had a whiplash bc y/n had no idea

username our baby is so clueless it’s so cute

mileskane who’s that sexy cinnamon bun on the left? 😏

yourinstagram definitely not your man

username IM CACKLING SO LOUD

username pls y/n is so savage i love her

mileskane and you’re claiming him as your man?

username ohh dramaaaaa

yourinstagram and what if i did? 👀

username GASP- does this mean that alex and y/n are dating?!!!

mileskane it’s okay luv it’s just a phase it will go away ❤️

username hahaahahahahah miles

username i’m crying this is too funny

katiee_cook_ this comment section is so funny me and jamie are dying from laughter

yourinstagram mileskane unfortunately it is not just a phase 🥲

username wait y/n does this mean you and al are together?!! hello??

username girl you can’t just leave us hanging like that 😭😭 we NEED TO KNOW

username wait so arabella is actually about her?

yourbestfriend those of you who haven’t watched arabella clearly shows

username fr the song doesn’t even make sense if you haven’t watched the movie

username CAN SOMEONE PLS CONFIRM IF THEY’RE DATING??

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enews to answer the question on y/n’s famous instagram post… the answer is YES! (📷: unknown)

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username I KNEW IT

username IM CRYING HAPPY TEARS FINALLY

username idk if i wanna be him or be with her

yourbestfriend same

username y/bsf/n is so real for this

username they look so happy

username mileskane has been real quiet ever since enews posted

username i’m fine (i’m not)

username now who leaked these pictures of me and my man? 🤫

yourinstagram first miles and now i have to fight my way through fans 😭 this is a battle

mileskane yeah username get in line 🙄

username speaking of the devil… hi miles!!

username and he has arrived!!

username good luck dealing with seventeen year old girlies who want you dead 🥲

username bro what is marvel doing here liking this post i’m cackling

marvel don’t blame us we were just as curious as you folks 🙈

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username alex could do better than this pretentious hollywood whore

username who are you calling a whore???!

yourbestfriend say that again i dare you bitch

breanahelders if you don’t have anything nice to say then keep it to yourself.

officialelizabetholsen jealousy doesn’t suit you honey. keep that energy elsewhere and let us celebrate this beautiful couple ✨

mileskane yourinstagram do i need to kill someone? just say the word love

username username the gang coming at your bitch

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yourinstagram okay… this is the last one i promise 🤭

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username queen we don’t mind post all you want

username THE HAND REPLACEMENT ALEX

username bi panic

katiee_cook_ obsessed 😍

yourinstagram with you 😙

username the way this music video has a chokehold on me-

youtube the visuals, artistry, lyrics, aesthetics, cinematography is just *chef kiss* ✨✨✨

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username even youtube is speaking facts

officialelizabetholsen gorgeous gorgeous 💗 we miss you on set, babe!

yourinstagram miss you more, bug!! ��

username a match made in heaven

mileskane we get it you guys are couple goals 🙄

matthelders here we go again 🤦🏻

yourinstagram do i complain when you get to have him all by yourself on stage?

mileskane that doesn’t count!

yourinstagram you’re such a drama queen

username their dynamic i love them sm

username miles and y/n fighting over alex is so real bc same

username yourinstagram how does it feel to be a rockstar’s gf 😩 how does it feel to live our dream

yourinstagram it feels amazing 🙈💗

[lordofshitposting]

JJK as Brooklyn 99 quotes because it would be hilarious

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Miguel: Getō! Where is Mimiko's stuffed bear?

Getō: Umm... She must have forgotten it in the temple. Don't worry, I'll get it tomorrow and-

Miguel: Let me be clear. Mimiko can't sleep without that stuffed bear, and if Mimiko doesn't sleep, Nanako also doesn't sleep, and if both of them don't sleep-

Getō: I know, I know. Miguel doesn't sleep.

Miguel, holding black rope: No. Getō doesn't live!

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Mai: Alright, give me your hair dryer.

Mechmaru: What?

Noritoshi: What are you talking about?

Mai: Don't you carry one in your bag?

Noritoshi: Have you met a normal person before?

Mai: Pulls out her phone to call Momo

Mai: Hey, do you carry a hair dryer with you?

Momo: Of course, I'm not an animal.

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Gojo, to principal Gakuganji probably: You think that disapproving glare is gonna work on me after all the times I've seen it? Step it up, find something new. You're boring.

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Maki: So what, now I'm supposed to do everything Yuta does? What if he jumps off a cliff?

Panda: If Yuta were to jump off a cliff, he would have done his diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry. So yes, if Yuta jumps off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff.

Maki: You jump off a cliff!

Panda: Gladly, provided Yuta did first.

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Yuta: I gotta go.

Maki: Aren't you forgetting something?

Yuta: Uh...

Yuta: kisses Maki's forehead

Maki, blushing: No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

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Manami: You want to hold him, Larue?

Larue: Oh, um... yeah sure, that would be great.

Larue: Hugs Getō

Manami: The baby, Larue.

Larue: Yeah. Right, right. The normal thing.

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Nanami: The most time I have spent with someone is four hours and it was hell.

Gojō: What about the ride to Bludhaven we took? That was four hours.

Gojō: Oh, I see what just happened.

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Yuji: Remember how upset you got when Megumi ended a text with "thx" instead of "thanks"?

Nobara, visibly upset: Why would you bring that up?

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Gojō: Hey Getō, do you know my blood type?

Getō: Yeah, it's B positive.

Gojō: Okay, I guessed wrong.

Gojō, to his nurse: Excuse me, ma'am-

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Gojō: Be myself? Shoko, I have one night to win over Suguru. How long did it take before you guys started liking me?

Mei Mei: A couple of weeks.

Kusabake: Six months.

Utahime: Jury's still out.

Gojō: See, Shoko? "Be myself" what kind of garbage advice is that? First impressions are everything and I'm not Nanami!

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Nobara: How much could I possibly owe you? Fifty, sixty bucks?

Megumi: Two thousand four hundred and thirty-seven dollars.

Nobara: Dollars?! Wait, of course dollars. Why was that the part I was surprised by?

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Hakari: Do you wanna know how I actually hurt my wrist?

Kashimo: Yes.

Hakari: I was hoola-hooping. Kirara and I attend a class for fitness and for fun.

Kashimo: Oh my God.

Hakari: I've mastered all the moves. The pizza toss, the tornado, the scorpion, the oopsie doodle.

Kashimo: Why are you telling me all this?

Hakari: Because no one will ever believe you.

Kashimo: You sick son of a bitch.

[clubdionysus]

[BAD DECISION #54] Surprises

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, car shag!!! bit of a mess really, starluvrs being starluvrs, degradation, praise, creampie, jumping days here and there, we've got places to be!! bad decisions to make!!

notes: leaving u with a lil cliff hanger hehehe

wc: 6K

bd total wc: 540k (ongoing)

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

"No, it's not funny. I'm actually gonna die," Jeongguk groans as your giggle vibrates against his throat. Hair tickling his skin, there's a clumsiness to you both. Are so familiar with one another that it shouldn't be a struggle - and yet neither of you can see to get this right.

"Shush," you laugh, hands desperately struggling with his belt. "It's the angle! Hips up."

"You're on me!" He protests, giggling as his head rests against the back of the chairs. It's dark, and it's cramped, and there's nothing sexy about this.

Or at least there isn't until Jeongguk lifts his hips. You gasp at the sudden movement, his arm wrapped around your back (or, more so, just above your arse) to keep you in place on top of him.

"Fuck-" you yelp in surprise, taken aback by the sudden jolt.

"I think you mean 'fuck, please' ," he quips as if your exclamation had been a request. "I'd really like to. You're the one butchering this."

"Hey!" You defend - and then you're giggling again, even if you are doing far better now that his body is a little straighter, quickly threading the leather through the buckle. His hips sink back down into the seat. The natural motion of your body of his realigns you. Gets your nose right where it belongs next to his. "See," you whisper against his lips. "Wasn't so hard now, was it?"

"Like I said," he flirts back, practically kissing you while brushing his lips against yours. Boundaries don't exist. Your air is his. Your space, body, and innermost desires are all shared willingly. Reciprocally. "I wasn't the one being difficult."

Lips sinking down into his just as an excuse to shut him up, you hum something incoherent.

"What was that?" He purrs. "I'm right?"

"Shut up."

Blazer left in the passenger seat, you're still in your jeans and Jeongguk's tank top.

"Fuck it," you groan, pulling yourself away into the seat next to his. Get the zipper of the jeans open, but before you can even tug the trousers down your legs, Jeongguk's all up in your business again - and who are you to turn away such a loyal customer?

"Gguk," you laugh as his lips find your neck, hand slipping down the front of your trousers. With a gasp, your head tilts back, the pressure of his fingers against the lace of your underwear akin to paradise.

"Yeah?" He teases, knowing the moan of his name was rhetorical.

"Shut up," you moan, as he presses down on your most sensitive of parts.

"Rude," he smirks, then trails his tongue up your neck. Flicks over the lobe of your ear. Sucks. Whispers, "Hips up, baby. Take them off."

You've done this dance with Jeongguk many times, in many precarious places, but none of them have ever been as cramped as his car. The leather of his seats is only lukewarm thanks to the aircon, and there's an acute awareness that anyone could see you right now - but it's late, and it's dark, and you don't really care for anything outside the confines of the steel can you're in.

"I'm trying," you giggle, awkwardly shimmying the materials down your legs. It's not like he's helping. Not when his fingers are toying with the lace of your underwear, lips pressing wet kisses beneath your jaw.

"Wanna fuck you so bad," he lazily admits, then realises maybe he needs to be a bit more proactive in order to get what he wants.

Pulling away from you, Jeongguk frantically pushes his own trousers down. Not off, not entirely - he's still wearing his shoes - but below his knees to give him a little wiggle room. Palms at himself, cock hard beneath his boxers, while his other hand strokes at the curve of your back as you lean down to pull your jeans off at the ankle. Wastes no time pulling you back onto his lap as soon as possible.

"Hi," you whisper, hair falling around his face, engulfing him in everything you are.

"Hey, baby," he whispers back, hands stroking at your waist. There's a warmth to his palms, a strength to the intention with which he touches you. He lets his thumb tuck beneath the material. Strokes against your skin, while his other hand dips to squeeze your ass. You can practically hear him internally whinging about being an ass guy, as if his lips don't start to trail down your neck and to somewhere else entirely . "Come here often?"

Your line of bantering has been well-nurtured by this point. The same jokes, same playful remarks are repeated like comedy specials. Reruns of your favourite shows. Binge-watched. Left to play in the background of menial tasks just to fill the space.

Your fingers weave into his hair as your hips begin to grind against his lap. Encouraging his exploration of your skin, you hum in satisfaction as his lips trail along the neckline of his tank top.

"Once or twice," you tease - which immediately has him pulling back.

"I'm sorry?!" He huffs in fake outrage. There's a grin on his pretty lips despite his furrowed brows. "Once or twice?!"

With a laugh that Jeongguk thinks could make even the coldest of hearts fall in love, you nod as you cup his jaw, resting your forehead to his. "Maybe three times."

"You come here all the time," he whines, the double meaning of your flirt so thinly veiled it may as well not exist.

"Well, I'm not right now, am I?" you challenge.

Hands cupping your ass, Jeongguk gives you a squeeze, then gently spanks your exposed skin. There's a slight jump to your reaction and an incredibly sultry gasp.

Pressing his lips up against yours, Jeongguk reaches between your legs and tugs your panties to the side. Already wet, he knows he could probably just fuck you right now - but he wants you choking on your words.

"Fuck," you whine into his lips. The movement lets his tongue slide against yours, gently stroking until it's all rather undignified. His tongue is in your mouth just like his middle finger is slowly pushing up into your cunt, your hips helping to create a rhythm.

"You wanna fuck me so bad," he smirks against you. Earns himself a pathetic nod from you as your hands tighten in his hair. The tension of your fingers forces his head to tip back, and then you're both gasping in a way that is far too personal for the back of a car. A second finger pushes into you, and the lopsided smirk on Jeongguk's face deepens as your face blossoms with unadulterated pleasure. "Say it, B. Tell me how much you want it."

Hips languidly grinding down as his fingers stroke up against your sweetest spots, all you can manage is a blatant, bratty lie. "Don't wanna fuck you."

"No?" He grins. "Say it, then. Call chess."

Provocative in his instigations, Jeongguk is all cocksure and confident in that boyish way that always makes you wanna rise to his challenge.

Trouble is, to play him at his own game is to lose. You do want to fuck him - and you know that if you try and pretend like you don't, he'll withhold himself from you until you're begging .

"No," you sweetly reply. "I'm doing charity , here. Taking one for the team. You're welcome."

"Charity?" he almost fucking snorts.

"Charity," you nod. "Can't take it back because I'll get bad karma, so it means I have to fuck you."

Jeongguk scoffs, brows furrowed, lips ajar.

"Well, maybe I don't wanna fuck you," he retorts, now.

There's something celestial about Jeongguk in moments like these.

What you're doing together is sordid. Seedy. Nasty, even. The way you want one another in the most immoral of ways is almost embarrassing. He's desperate, yet there's forbearance in the glitter that waltzes around in his dark eyes at the mere sight of you. A tenderness to his pretty pout as he fakes a lousy mood. A lightness to the giggle he hides as it desperately tries to escape.

Nudging your nose up against his, you let your hand sink beneath the waistband of his boxers. Excruciatingly hard, Jeongguk's cock is incapable of fibbing. Moaning ever so gently as you stroke his length, he doesn't object as you adjust your position, while your spare hand tugs at his underwear to free him.

He's really not had much foreplay at all. Just a little bit of grinding and, of course, the things he's done to you - which is enough to get him solid regardless. Part of you thinks it's cruel to skip over a blowjob, but you've got a point to prove.

"Don't lie, baby," you whisper against lips, lining yourself up with him.

The casualness of such an affectionate term makes him fucking twitch. Doesn't think he'll last long at all.

The tip of his thick cock kisses your entrance. Lips ajar, you breathe one another in as you sink down onto his shaft.

It's a slow acceptance of the way he feels inside of you. Something to savour. Something to appreciate. The tightness. The wetness. The warmth.

Eyes closed, Jeongguk is overwhelmed by the stars in his darkened mind.

"Not lying," he eventually husks, head tipping back as you sink down as far as you can - but it's when you drag back up that he really whines. "Oh, fuck ."

"That good?" you softly ask, deliberately sweet in your tone. If his eyes were to open, he'd see the teasing smirk on your lips. You really do revel in his weakness.

Jeongguk nods. Bites down on his bottom lip. Grunts as you push back down. Hands gripping your ass, Jungook leverages a slightly deeper fullness, his needy cock now buried in you. "Fuck. Yeah."

The sensation of him filling you is never new.

Still, it always somehow feels like the first time - and so as much as you wish you could pretend like you are unbothered, you know there's only one thing that will stop you from blurting out pathetic, desperate pleas for him to let you bounce.

So, you kiss him.

Again, this is familiar, but it still always startles him.

He's never liked a pair of lips more, and can't believe he gets to kiss them. Sometimes - much like now - his brain can't comprehend it. Makes him take half a second to actually respond, as if he's giving you a chance to stop. To reevaluate. Is so concerned with making sure you're in control that he forgets he doesn't need to anymore.

Neither of you are the same people you once were.

How could you be?

Your orbits have collided now, quite undeniably.

Life won't ever be the same. It's not like this is a new actualisation you're having as Jeongguk's grip on the soft flesh of your ass tightens, nor is it something you're only just considering as he does, in fact, begin to manipulate your body into moving at a faster pace.

Since the moment you met Jeongguk, all bleary-eyed and bright smiles, even despite the broken heart you were trying to mend, nothing has ever felt like it did before.

Lips strong against yours, he kisses you with such intent that it's almost as if he's making up for lost time. As if he's saying, what took us so long?

Truthfully, you wish you had a good answer for it. Know that you could explain it away with trauma, and indecision, and -fuck it- bad decisions.

It was always the right time, 'cause he's always been the right person. You were just stupid, and he was just scared. Sometimes you swapped roles. Often, you shared them.

"God," he whines into your mouth, his hips jerking up to really make sure you can feel how much he's been craving you. "This cunt - fuck . Your cunt. I fucking love it."

Slowing your hips, nails tight against his shoulders, your pouty lips rest ajar as you pull back to look at him.

His eyes fall on yours; dark, hedonistic, covetous.

You're fragile in comparison; benevolent, pretty, pristine. Chaste in the soft closing of your lips and subsequent widening of your eyes. You beg, "Say it again."

"What?" he smirks, rolling his hips up, revelling in the furrowing of your brows. Adores how dainty your mannerisms have become. Revels in how he knows your pussy is sinfully stretched because of his cock. He's defiling you. Besmirching.

Bringing one of his hands to your front, Jeongguk never loses contact with your body. Strokes up your stomach, over your chest and gently grips around your the base of your throat.

"Huh, baby?" He taunts. "What?"

Gasping, you don't even get a chance to respond before Jeongguk is tugging down the front of his vest, hooking it beneath your tits. Carelessly does the same thing with the lace cup of your bra. A crack of skin meets skin, and a whine from your dulcest lips echoes in the car; a short, sharp spank delivered to your tits.

"Gguk," you mumble as your body recoils from the impact, only for his lips to wrap around your hard nipple within the same breath. "Oh, fuck."

There's no denying Jeongguk has complete control over your body in moments like these.

Pulling on your waist, Jeongguk forces a division between your bodies. He's breathless. Just looks at you. Stares. Obsesses. Finally, he does as you ask of him, as he says, "What do you want me to say? How much I love this cunt? You know I do. You know I'd fuck you all day, every day if I could, B. Seven days a week." His hips gently begin to pulse as his grip on your waist encourages you to move in a similar, lazy fashion. "I want you all the time."

Hands to his cheeks, there's an impatience to the way you pull him for the deepest of kisses. Waste no time stroking your tongue against his, getting lost in everything he is. Losing yourself. Not caring to leave a trail. Never want to be found. Want to stay with him forever.

It's a long time.

But what else is there for a star to do, other than shine for an eternity for the sake of those who adore them?

The pace of your hips as you ride him, not caring for anything other than making him feel good has him close within minutes. He doesn't want to finish. Wants to last. Take his time. Make you feel good.

"Slow, baby," he husks, pulling you down and easing into the motion of a tepid grind. "You'll make me cum."

"Good," you pout, stealing a kiss.

"Bad," he laughs. Shakes his head. Lets his nose nudge against yours. Whispers, "You got any idea how fucking good you feel?"

With a small giggle that sends shockwaves through his body as your pussy tightens around his length, you claim that you don't. Ask, "Is it your favourite?"

"Hmm?"

"My pussy," you clarify - not asking for any reason more complex than an ego boost. "Is it your favourite?"

He rolls his eyes. Smiles. "You know it is, you little psycho."

And even though it shouldn't, the name-calling makes you giggle again.

He laughs, too. Teases you. Says shit like, "Why you asking dumb questions, baby? Am I fucking you so well you're forgetting how much I like you, huh? Forgetting that you're my girlfriend?"

"Might have to fuck me harder," you wickedly scheme. Know exactly how to get what you want. "Jog my memory. Remind me of it."

"Don't think it'll help," he simpers against your lips, tongue invasive before you're even really kissing him. There's a recklessness to the way he's toying with you, which is only further exacerbated when he says, "Think you're just a dumb slut when you sit on my dick, aren't you baby? So dumb. So pretty."

Nodding, your moans get muffled in the way he kisses you. There's a domineering quality to how he's handling your body, and absolutely zero resistance from you.

"What are you, huh?" He goads.

If you weren't currently pulsing around his cock, desperately trying to not to come undone, you'd give some kind of witty reply. Would be able to fucking think - but right now you can't. He's exactly what he says you are.

"Dumb slut," you willingly degrade yourself.

"And?"

You shrug. Really can't think of anything other than the way his thumb starts to toy with your clit.

"Pretty," he tells you. "So fucking gorgeous. Say it."

"Gguk," you whimper.

"Say it."

"Pretty."

"That's right," he nods. "My gorgeous, dumb slut, aren't you? So good ."

"So good," you echo. "Gguk, I'm close."

"I know," he assures you. "You're gonna cum all over me, aren't you? Gonna show me how much you like being mine?"

You're a pathetic, whimpery mess as you nod. Can barely string a sentence together. All you can do is let your body succumb to Jeongguk and everything that he is.

It's no secret that he gets you in a way that no other person ever has before, not even yourself. No one has even come close .

Yet he's effortless as he nods and says, "I've got you, B. C'mon. Let me feel you."

It doesn't take much. Just a few masterful flicks of his thumb. Your nails grip against the base of his throat, whining so pathetically that Jeongguk can't promise he won't come undone, too - and then you're shaking. Throbbing. Cumming.

"More," he grits. Picks up his pace. Steadies his hips. "Oh, fuck yeah."

Head tilting back, Jeongguk's euphoric in moments like these. Just inches away from his own finishing line, he doesn't care about winning. Will let you take home the trophy - but why compromise when you can just share?

"God, I'm gonna cum," he tells you. "Where-"

"Inside."

One day, you'll learn that being so careless is a terrible idea, but it is not today. For now, he nods. Knows you're on birth control, so gladly obliges. Focuses on you. Says, "I'm there. Oh, fuck, baby, I'm there."

His arrival is far more dignified than yours. Slower. Just as intense, with a far milder delivery, but it's only because he's trying to do three things at once: keep you feeling good, keep himself feeling good, and keep his eyes locked on yours.

He wants to watch you sparkle as he cums. Wants to see if your eyes will twinkle like Christmas come early. Wants to see if the physical manifestation of how he feels about you can be translated by your body; if you'll know how deeply he adores you.

"That's it," you nod. Tenderly let your thumbs stroke his cheeks, and despite his determination, he can't help but close his eyes. Leans into your touch. Lets you preen and perfect him as he unloads himself into you. Can't speak, 'cause you're tucking hair behind his ear and telling him how pretty he looks. Kissing his cheeks. Saying shit like, "All for me, isn't it Koo? It's mine."

Oh God, he thinks. It is.

Yours, yours, yours.

Stupid shit. His cock, his cum, and his unadulterated desire.

Sincere shit. His heart, his affections, and his unbridled adoration.

His body, his mind, his soul.

And then his lips are on yours, because they belong to you too - and if he doesn't do something with them, secret words and unspoken confessions would be yours, too.

If he were to think about it - which he won't 'cause he's still coming down from his post-orgasm high - he'd realise that maybe it would be okay for you to have those confessions. Maybe it's not as terrifying as it seems.

Instead, he just nods into the kiss. "You know it's yours, B. Fuck-" he laughs, resting his forehead against yours "- you're too fucking good."

"Yeah?" you giggle, so pleased with how worn out and weak he always seems to be after sex. It's vulnerable. You like that he feels safe enough to be so delicate.

"Yeah," he beams as you adjust, then groans a little as you pull back to separate the pair of you. Rolling off from your perch, you lazily lean into him, then smile when he passes you the jumper you'd taken off earlier that evening. "Careful. Mind the seats."

Letting him nut inside you probably wasn't the best idea. In fact, there's a whole host of reasons as to why it was a bad idea, but now, spilling onto his seats is the main worry.

"It's your cum," you tell him as he wraps his arm around your shoulders, while you adjust to make sure his seats are protected. His other hand reached over to pull your bra back up. Vest too. Squeezes your tits for good measure, but is notably making sure you're not exposed.

It's not for any specific reason. Is just aware of the fact you've no real privacy in the back of his car, even if the windows are tinted.

"Don't care," he tells you with a smile, but also adds. "And it's both of ours. What's mine is yours."

"Such a generous lover," you laugh, and Jeongguk finds his heart swelling.

Still, he plays it cool. Pretends like the term 'lover' doesn't make him want to recite fuckin' poetry. Tucks himself away too, then smirks, "You're welcome."

His teasing is punctuated with a kiss to your hair. An acceptance of a new normal. Half naked in the back of his car, you both look out at the city that floods the basin of the mountain range. Lights sparkle in the abyss; evidence of lives being lived. Proof that perhaps you aren't the only stars that call the city 'home'.

Though, realistically, Jeongguk would argue that 'home' is curled up against him, her fingers toying with his as they settle into a comfortable silence, broken only by the whisper of, "I'm so happy, Gguk."

A moment of silence lingers in the aftermath of such a devastating admission. You pay no mind to it. Would have said it regardless. Aren't expecting much, if anything, back. Just thought he should know.

Which is sweet, because he thinks you should know how he's feeling, too.

"Yeah?" he tenderly asks.

With a small hum, you nod. Keep playing with his hands. Look at them instead of the city.

"Good," he whispers. "Me, too. More than you could ever imagine."

Happiness is a curious thing.

For so long, it evaded you.

These days, you seem to find it everywhere.

It's in the silly giggles that echo around his car as you struggle to get your jeans on in such a cramped space. It's in the way Jeongguk playfully spanks your ass as you clamber through to the front seats, and it's also abundant in the soft hum of a song sung together on the drive home.

You admit all kinds of things, but are safe to feign innocence. After all, you were just singing along to a song you both like. So what? They're not your words, even if you meant every single one of them.

The happiness you find in the roads that lead you to Jeongguk place is akin to contentment. Peace. They understand that life can be easy.

From his parking lot to his elevator, and the way he never lets go of your hand, you know he meant what he said.

The smile on his lips as he presses devastatingly needy kisses against yours in the corner of an empty elevator only further proves this.

By his doorstep, stealing half a dozen more kisses before he has to behave himself in case Jimin is around, he is happy.

When he realises Jimin is out, God knows where, Jeongguk is happy.

When you go to the bathroom to get yourself sorted, only to end up scurrying back to him a few minutes later to drag him into the shower with you, you're both happy.

When he wraps you in the fluffy towel he bought especially for you, you're happy.

When sleep finally steals you away from one another, you know that nightmares aren't a possibility for the night head. How could they be?

Life is too good.

Something's gotta give - but for now, you'll revel in it.

Come the next morning, as you both begin to prepare for the day, you can't imagine anything ruining your current bliss.

The fabric of his shirt drapes over his defined chest like carved linen on an ancient Greek statue. Hangs so beautifully it's a wonder he's not a model. You understand exactly why there are so many bloody statues from that time period, 'cause you know damn well if cameras didn't exist, you'd want a reminder of his body, too.

"Can I help?" He asks, raising a brow in your direction.

You'd been so distracted by his titties that you hadn't realised you'd been drooling like a dog for the last minute or so.

Nodding, you sigh. "Never wear that shirt around me in public."

He furrows his brows. "Huh?" He asks, then quickly realises what you mean. Laughs. Shakes his head, and tweaks his now restored brows. "You're like a dog in heat, B. Control yourself."

"Not possible," you assure him, then gasp. "Oh! Actually-"

You cut yourself off, reaching for your phone to check the date, then swipe through to one of your apps.

Ever since the potential spawn scare, you've been making a point to track your cycle, just to be extra careful. The app also doubles as a horoscope prompt, which is the main reason you check it, but you'll never admit that to anyone except Danbi. And probably Jeongguk, too. But they're also the only people you'd ever speak about your cycle with, so what difference does it make.

"That explains it," you grimace, observing the scheduled peak in your hormones right about now.

"What does?" He questions, unhooking two glass mugs from the holder next to the coffee machine, before grabbing the ice he'd gotten out a minute or so prior.

"Ovulating," you state all rather plainly.

Jeongguk probably knows more about the menstrual cycle than you do thanks to his WebMD deep dives a few months ago - the theoretical science, at least. Not what they're like in practice.

"Ah," he just nods. "So that's why you're a randy mare."

"I'm always a randy mare," you correct him, which earns a hearty laugh from Jeongguk. "Just explains why you look so..."

"Handsome? Sexy? God-like?" He teases. "Thanks."

"Not what I was gonna say," you laugh, tossing your phone down on the sofa's cushion before joining him at the kitchen island. Perching up on one of the stools, you smile as he silently passes over an iced coffee for you. "But..."

"But?"

"Well, you're not wrong," you flirt, instantly sipping on your coffee, but keeping your eyes on him. Jeongguk laughs. Thinks you're lovely.

Also thinks he'll be late for work if he keeps this up, but he can't bear to drag himself away from you.

On the late shift, you've less pressure to start your day than Jeongguk does. He's in early to do work on bar refurbs, which only makes you wanna whine about how hot he is again whenever you remember it. Think he'd look delightful in a tool belt.

The thought consumes you for a good twenty minutes or so. It's only when you're back in his room as he gets ready for work that you're able to have a fully-present conversation.

"The rest of the week?" you frown as Jeongguk reveals his schedule.

"Afraid so," he nods. "I've got the evenings free, though? I can come to yours, instead. Make things easier. Or you're welcome to crash here on the days you're working a late shift."

"We can figure it out from day to day," you offer, knowing that solid plans aren't needed. You really are attached at the hip. His mother was right. "Are you working Saturday?"

With a regretful hum of confirmation, he adds, "I'm busy around lunchtime on Sunday, but I'm free in the evening."

"Oh?" you chirp. "What's happening on Sunday?"

Jeongguk pauses. Realises he's said too much. Stammers a little. "Erm, I, uh- no. Sorry. No. I have a meeting."

"Meeting?" You question, brows furrowing. "For the rest-"

"No," he shakes his head before you even finish. He didn't mean to do so. Skin prickly, body warm, he's nervous. You can tell. Lips pursing, Jeongguk sort of looks into the void. Isn't sure how to articulate himself. Just kinda blurts out, "Therapy."

You're silent for a second.

Jeongguk wants to shrivel up and just die.

"Oh," you eventually say. "I didn't realise."

He shakes his head. Feel so embarrassed.

"First session," he quickly says, as if he's trying to defend himself for some reason you don't quite understand. "Wasn't gonna tell you till... I don't know. Just wanted to make sure it was the right thing for me, first."

Often joked about between you and Danbi, therapy has always been something you've considered. Are highly aware of the lingering impact of a shitbag ex and what it did to your self-esteem - but to share such vulnerabilities feels so embarrassing.

You'd found a happy medium with Jeongguk. Overcame so much. Not everything, of course, and there are certain behaviours and traits that you think will always reside within you, but nothing debilitating.

With a soft smile, you nod. "Of course. It's a big thing."

Jeongguk knows you well enough by now to know when you're holding back.

"Go on," he laughs. "Ask whatever it is that you wanna ask."

"I don't wanna ask anything!" You protest. He lets silence fill the space. Raises his brows. Waits for you to fold - of which you very quickly do, proving just how well he knows you. "Why?"

Jeongguk sighs. Isn't really sure how to answer, so asks for clarity. "Why therapy?"

Nodding, you hum confirmation. It's a broad question, and one that you realistically know the answer to. It's something you could both really benefit from. Part of you hates that the impact of another person is still so potent that he needs help to get over it - but you know him just as well as he knows you. Are fully aware that it's not her he needs to get over, but rather the patterns of behaviour he spent years nursing into his subconscious.

Avoiding eye contact, he shrugs. Begins to tinker around his room. Refolds clothes, straightens chess pieces. Does anything to avoid your gaze. Is a little shameful in his vulnerability. "Dunno. Just thought it could be good for me."

"Good for you?"

"Good for me," he confirms. "I just..."

You don't say it, and nor does he, but you know you're both thinking about the same thing—the same person.

"... Got a pattern of ruining the things I care about," he pathetically admits. Is holding onto a small stress ball, but doesn't squeeze it. Taps it against his wall instead. Once, twice. Finally looks over to you, then tosses it your way. There's an ease to the way you catch it, but you think it's thanks to the gentle nature with which Jeongguk threw it. "Meant it when I said I want us -this- to work."

For all of Hayun's terrible behaviours, Jeongguk wasn't blameless during their mess of a situation. He enabled. Encouraged. Made his fair share of bad decisions. Would cause fights and pick them too, just as often as she did.

He remembers, on one occasion, kissing some girls he hardly remembers at a party just to piss Hayun off - and it did. Might've even been the straw that broke the camel's back.

Had been a night of heavy drinking, and Jeongguk had been reminded on more than one occasion of how they were simply just friends - which is funny, 'cause the way Hayun reacted to the news of him kissing someone else was akin to that of a betrayed partner.

He doesn't ever want to be that toxic again. Hated the way it made him feel. Is scared, though. Worries that he's a little too damaged for all of this. For you.

With a gentle pout you're trying not to let show, you hold your hand out for him.

He takes it without hesitation. Clambers onto his bed with you and sinks into a natural state of ease once more. Pressing a delicate kiss against his sternum, you snuggle into his chest and quietly praise his choices.

"I think it's a really courageous thing to do, Gguk," you say. Hope he knows how sincere you're being. "Not to sound weird or anything, but I'm really proud of you."

His heart thuds so profoundly in his chest that you can feel it.

"Shut up," he dismisses with a tender laugh. "It's not a big deal."

But it is for him, and you damn well know it.

"Maybe not," you choose not to argue against him. "Still proud."

"Really?"

"Really."

By the time Sunday rolls around, you're so busy with preparations for Taehyung's upcoming show, that you barely have a chance to check in with Jungook. You do make the time to quickly call him before his appointment. Reassure him that he'll be fine, even if it does scare you a little.

You want him to be happy more than anything. Fear that reorganising his brain will somehow make him realise that he doesn't need you anymore. You also think it'd be selfish ever to voice those fears. Choose against it.

"You should really tell him," Taehyung says, stealing your focus from your thoughts and to the situation at hand, instead. "Surprises really aren't his thing."

You're in The Ryu, helping Tae with gallery configuration and optimisation. This next show is all about stats and sales, not art.

Furrowing your brows, you're not sure Taehyung is right.

After all, Jeongguk surprised you with a birthday celebration, and he took his post-exam party in his stride, too.

You forget that he left early to come and see you. That he said he would have rather just slept, but also know that it was less about not enjoying the party, but moreso because you weren't there.

"It's not like a surprise surprise," you insist, trying to be reasonable about your decision to keep Jeongguk in the dark about this upcoming show. "Plus, he's gonna get here a little earlier than the event opens. Told him I need his help for last minute things. Will tell him then"

"Even then," Taehyung hisses a little air between his teeth, "I dunno, DB. It's your funeral."

"So wear your finest attire," you simply joke, as if Taehyung's words aren't making you second guess yourself.

"You wear yours," he half-snorts. There's a lightness to his remark, humour in his tone. He knows that even if Jeongguk reacts badly, it won't be detrimental. Or at least, he doesn't think it will be. "Distract him with all your glitter, or something."

"Oh, trust me," you flash him a grin, pleased that the heaviness of Taehyung's tone seems to have lifted. "I always do."

Or at least, his tone is lifted until he notices another minor component of the show.

He always knew there was going to be a guest list. It heightens the notion of exclusivity and will encourage those with money to spend to open their purse strings further.

As he glances over the list, Taehyung raises a brow. "Hayun?"

Even hearing her name makes your blood boil - but you simply say, "What of her?"

"You're asking for trouble."

"I'm not asking for anything."

Taehyung frows. Knows it's the exact kind of thing Danbi would say. Reckons you must have already discussed the list with her. Looks at it again. Sighs. "And the investors?"

"Necessary," You chirp as if you haven't given it a second thought. "We need people with deep pockets, Tae."

"But they work with your ex, don't they?" He cautiously asks. Has learned far more about you through Danbi than he really should have done.

"They work with money," you correct him with an innocent smile. "And lots of it, which is what we need."

You're not wrong, as such, but Taehyung still feels uneasy. He's too concerned with thinking about the near future to realise the impact it could have on the distant future. You're too busy thinking about the distant future to care for how awful the near future could be. You're two sides of the same coin. No matter which way up it lands, someone is going to be unhappy.

"Just... remember who you're doing all this for," he gently warns. "That's all."

Part of you takes offence.

Though Jeongguk doesn't know it yet, you're putting together an event that will hopefully right the wrongs of his bad luck in recent weeks.

It's all for him.

Yet when Jeongguk arrives home from his therapy session and finds the art show flyer with Jimin's bag on the kitchen counter, he frowns. Calls you immediately. Figures you're still at the gallery when you don't pick up. Has to leave a voicemail, instead.

Still frowning as he speaks, Jeongguk seems to have lost some of that happiness he found a few days previously.

"Hey, B?" He quickly says after the dial tone beeps. Eyes focused on the wooden chopping board up by his sink, Jeongguk is so terribly conflicted. Doesn't know what to do. Eventually composes himself. "Call me back when you get this. We need to talk."

[hiro--aoki]

TWD Incorrect Quotes from my classmates

Tw: contains swear words, mention of sex, use of slut and maybe some other offense things, idk

Michonne: Because your minds are still developing you want to….

Y/N: Do drugs!

Michonne: Take more risks…

Y/N: Nah…

Michonne: A risk is any unsafe action or stupid, thoughtless and careless behaviour.

Carl to Y/N: Literally me.

*Coughs that sound like an erupting volcano*

Abraham: My tummy hurts.

Michonne: Can you name three risks?

Merle: Sex with no protection!

Carl: A gun with no safety on!

Y/N: Having a forehead as big as Merle’s!

Deanna: So, we have codes A, C and D.

Rick: Why not code B? Where’s the B????

Aaron: B-cause.

Glenn: You should b- ashamed of yourself…. I’m not funny

Maggie: You’re not funny

Deanna: So, code A stands for….?

Daryl: Ass!

Eugene: Acceptable!

Aaron: Yeah *fistbump*

Y/N: Nerd!

Deanna: What about code C?

Maggie: Coffee.

Eugene: Calculated!

Deanna: Yes! How about code D?

Abraham: Deez nuts!

Sasha: Dangerous!

Carol: Destructive!

Deanna: Yeah! You guys concern me!

Y/N: Ron, shut up you acoustic monk.

Glenn: Guys I accidentally wrote relationhips instead of relationships.

Carl: Y/N, has relationhips.

Y/N: What’s that supposed to mean?!?!

Y/N: Carl, has a shirt that says ‘ Roblox is life’ shirt, and he said it suits me.

Negan: Feel how soft my water bottle is.

Simon: Stop stroking your water bottle like that!

Michonne: What’s something that was legal, but was a destructive decision?

Merle: Weed!

Enid: I wanna jump off a cliff.

Y/N: I wanna kiss a 12 gauge.

Enid: My dad jumped out of a plane without a parachute…

Carl: My dad is a plane.

Andrea: My butt hurts.

Dale: *Gives strange look*

Andrea: You’re looking at me like you wanna fuck me.

Dale: What?

Shane: Ha!

Dale: No, I actually didn’t hear.

Amy: Real.

Negan: Did you wash your ass today?

Michonne: So, tell me an example of a safety risk?

Merle: Your mom

Michonne: …and some conatin cannabis

Judith: These gummies tastes funny.

*Watching a budget direct ad and Captain Risky comes on*

Jesus: Smash

Ron: Bro’s him

Daryl: I mean he has all the skills

Carl: Bluds the main character

Y/N: You look like a potato

Dwight: You look like a trash can

Y/N: Nuh uh

Dwight: Yeah uh

Negan: Dwight, keep working *Lightly caresses the shovel Dwight’s hand*

Y/N: Stop!

Dwight: Stop it I don’t like it!

Y/N: Yes, we are Sluts

Rosita: Sexy Ladies Under Tonnes of Stress

Y/N: I can’t make a decision that big, I can’t even tie my own shoes!

Enid: Please tell me you’re joking.

Y/N: I’m not, I tie them like a three-year old! Let me show you!

Enid: No, no thanks…

Y/N: Watch my feet! Watch my shoes. *Ties laces with two loops*

Enid: Ew *visibly cringes*

Carl: …I just asked if you wanted pancakes or waffles….

Glenn: Look how much funny shit we said today.

Daryl: I can’t it’s too black

Glenn: Ayo?

Daryl: I meant too dark!

Y/N: Nah!

*Glenn adjusts lighting*

Daryl: Now it’s too white!

Y/N: !!!

Daryl: Too bright! Too bright!

Negan: BALLS

Y/N: Gotta rizz ‘em with the ‘tism

Negan: I’m a Savior….save ya mom!

*Carl and Ron carrying a log*

Enid: For a second I thought that was in their ass’s

Y/N: I want them up my ass

Enid: What?

Y/N: What?

*Truck passes*

Daryl: Awww yeah, listen to tha’

Y/N: I can smell the air…

Daryl: No shit, sherlock!

Glenn: Don’t judge a book by it’s-

Eugene: Erm actually, it’s in the human instincts system, for us to make a quick judgement on a person appearance to determine whether they are friend or foe.

Y/N: Oooh, did I appear friend or foe when you first saw me?

Eugene: Well, when I first encountered you, you looked like you couldn’t hurt a fly, but since then, I have realised my mistake and have grown scared of you.

Rosita: He’s scared of everything…

Eugene: Not pickles!

Beth: What song do you wear?