#if ur a bob go away i don’t like u

[ell-begins]

one conversation I wanna see is why Tommy calls Buck Evan. Like what did Buck introduce himself as for Tommy to call him that instead of Buck 😭

I honestly wanna just see them talk about this in general- but I really just wanna know why. Did Buck not mention his preference? Did Tommy just ignore it? Has Tommy caught on to everyone else saying it? Maybe he hasn’t caught on? Maybe someone tried to tell him but Buck stopped them? Maybe Tommy has a bad experience with someone called Buck in the past?

[screampied]

HELLLOOOOOOO i really love ur drabbles so muchhh 🫶🏻🫶🏻 reall fun to read tehee

if its okay can you do like a dad’s best friend higuruma? Where higuruma cares for reader more than her own father did (i have daddy issues) and always tries to comfort her by having sex </3 (if u can maybe like a soft dom hiromi as he always gives her praises and sweet words?)

dont force yourself okayyy? remember to always take a break! Love youuu 💐

❤︎ ໋𓈒 dad’s best friend trope w higuruma <3

warnings. fem! reader, praise, cowgirl, soft dom higuruma, mdni.

an. thank uuu love u too !!!

you never knew you’d take such a strong liking towards your father’s best friend and trusty colleague, higuruma hiromi.

he always gave you the attention you were neglected — it started off with simple gestures, small talk . .

asking about your day, complimenting your outfits, or even going to run errands with you. although, it was always his sweet praises towards you that you were never used to. all you wanted was to be told that you were good, doing something right, and he always gave that to you.

higuruma never failed to take his time with you, even while you were in his bed. he was so sweet, big hands of his traced down the sides of your hips, your curves . . warm breath fanning against your skin, kiss after kiss. “you adore my praises, don’t you, princess?”

“y-yes,” you’d sniffle, feeling your heart throb. you’d be leaning against his chest, cock buried into you and it’s so good.

his words ran straight towards your heart…

or perhaps it went towards another place, specifically in between your thighs.

he’s so tender, marking your neck with a plethora of invisible kiss marks, which turns into sucking overtime.

your lips press and smother together as you subdue a single incoming moan, his body heat against yours had you burning up. just craving for more of his touch. “h-hiromi, ‘m gonna cum again.”

“you think you’re gonna cum or you know, baby?” he murmurs, skimming a thumb beside your waist. the way his hands gingerly roamed all over your body.

you faced the other direction as you rode him, a hand grips on his knee as a tiny whimper escapes past your lips. it was a firm simple question—yet he didn’t expect you to answer.

“oh sweetheart,” he coos, a soft low chortle tickling against your right earlobe before he gives it a kiss. “you’re not used to being told how good you are, are you?”

“no,” you moaned, feeling him then bring both hands to grip onto your waist, softly rocking your hips in place against him.

so…slow.

you stabilize your knees for a brief moment. he’s making you rut back against him before he pecks another kiss near the inner part of your collarbone.

“sorry if it’s dumb, just—i just really like being told that i’m doing something good . . for once.”

a smile presses against his lips as your hips tilt and stutter against him.

“but you’ve always been a good girl, at least whenever you’re with me,”

he hums, playfully tapping his fingers amongst your skin—you moan, chasing another incoming orgasm and you glance down to see your thigh bob and ricochet against his own leg.

higuruma’s dick had your eyes rolling…it was simply addicting. the way he’d brush up amongst that individual spot, you whine out a shaky moan before your hand finds his.

“…just relax, okay? if it makes you feel any better, i’ll praise you right until you make a mess on me, princess.”

“okay,” you’d whimper, feeling him bring you back and forth beside him. he’s so slow and precise, you feel every inch and it makes your mouth water. you lie back against higuruma’s chest, and he plants a kiss near the top of your forehead. you can’t remember the last time you felt so cherished.

a hand of his was flat on your torso, whilst another one slings around you. you moan, feeling it reach its incoming peak, you bite your lip.

“don’t hide your voice, i wanna hear you, princess,” he’d murmur, dragging your hand away from your mouth - you pouted, and he simpers, leaning in to give your cheek a soft kiss.

his rhythm, it wasn’t hard to follow. you’re rocking your hips sturdy against him before you start to impatiently grind.

you moan, feeling higuruma’s hand softly wrap around your throat, a thumb stroking your passageway before he whispers, “c’mon baby, give me another one. think you can do that?”

“yes, okay, okay,” you’d babble, and he’s so deep, stirring all around you—you throw your head back against him, mouth open, lips barely parted while you feel the nerves coarse inside of you. “fuck, hiromi, ‘m gonna cum s-so soon.”

“it’s okay, give it to me princess,” he murmured, making your hips slow down just a bit with a soft tug of his hands. you shivered a bit, feeling the band of his watch skim across your hips before you start to spasm. he watches with warm eyes, leaning in to kiss all beside your neck, your ear, and then you whine. “i know, i know. you’re doing so good already.”

the moment you came, it was sticky and like always, you slump back against higuruma. your legs trembled and quavered - sucking your teeth, your breath was so shaky.

he smiles at your body’s reaction — witnessing how sensitive you were, and he slides a thumb against the hairs near the nape of your neck before whispering. “such a good girl,” before hugging your waist. “do you . . do you think you have one more in you, princess?”

[nanaslutt]

Hi ur work is fucking amazing I love u imagine gojo having to pull away readers head bc he doesn’t want to cum too fast :p

OH MY GOD????? nonnie this made me light headed ur brain is braining

i love YOU tysm for this<3

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀: fem reader, use of ‘baby’ and ‘princess’, size kink i couldn’t help myself, dirty talk as always, satoru is absolutely whipped, sweet!gojo, throat fucking, hair pulling, mentions of face sitting at the end :p

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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“you sure u wanna suck it pretty? i’m kinda big.” gojo caresses your the side of your face with a large palm, using his other to give himself slow strokes

you nuzzle your cheek into his palm, looking up at him through your lashes from your place on the floor

“yeah, wanna make you feel good toru, i can take it, promise” you pout up at him, reaching both of your hands up to replace his in stroking his cock

he twitches when you make contact with his flushed dick, your hands barely wrapping all the way around him, “don’t gotta tell me princess, i know you can take it.” he sits on the edge of the bed, one hand on your scalp, the other behind him stabilizing himself, “always take me in ur pretty pussy so well.” he pets your hair softly

you cant lie that looking at him up close like this, seeing the sheer size of his cock compared to your hands is a little intimidating, but you’re nothing if not determined

you lean forward, making eye contact with him now as you stick out your tongue and kitten lick the pre from his tip

he inhaled sharply, hissing on the exhale as you take his tip into your mouth and draw circles on it with your tongue

“mouth ‘s so fucking warm, godd,” he bites his lip, keeping eye contact with you as his grip on your hair tightens

pulling back from his tip you let a glob of spit on him, lubricating the rest of his cock with it while you go back to sucking on his tip,

“you wanna try taking it a little deeper? hmm?how’s that sound princess?” he asks you, feeling good with your current technique but growing a little antsy to feel how your throat constricts his cock

you pull back and nod, still stroking his dick “uh huh, want it” you answer

taking a few deep breaths to ease your nerves before taking him back into your mouth

squeezing your thighs together and letting out little moans around him as you struggle to fit his thick cock inside your mouth,

“yeaahhh, doin so fucking good, keep goin” he encourages you, his thighs twitching every time your moans send vibrations around him

your mouth hurts from the size of him but his reactions are keeping you going strong, bobbing your head back and forth going deeper and deeper every time,

gagging around him when he goes a little bit too deep, “‘s it ok if i help you princess? makin me feel so good but i wanna go a little deeper, that ok?”

“mmhmm,” you nod on his dick making his abs clench at the intense vibration, “you spoil me baby,” he smiles before standing up and taking gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail,

“tap my thigh if you can’t take it,” you barely have time to register his words before he thrusts his hips to the hilt, balls pressed against your chin and he hold you there for a couple beats,

“yeaaahhh this is what i wanted, god stop squeezin ur throat baby,” he laughs before using the strong hold he has to bob you back and forth, “gonna make me cum too soon”

you squeeze your thighs together, his rough treatment on your throat making you feel a lot better than you imagined

continuing to fuck your face, jaw dropping as he lets out profanities, “good- fucking- girl- yesyesyes- take it, fuck!!” he groans with a smile

staring down at you, spit strings and tears covering your face and he’s looking at you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen, having to close his eyes because your pretty messy face combined with how good your sucking his cock is just too much for him to handle

gaining a little brainpower back you hum around him, simultaneously rotating your tongue in circles around his cock to the best of your ability, it might’ve worked a little too well as he abruptly yanked your head back, holding you back from him while he quicky grabs the base of his dick with his free hand and squeezes 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝

his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as his breath stutters, short moans leaving him as he tries to concentrate on not embarrassing himself and cumming all over your face so soon

you look up at him after your small coughing fit, slightly confused why he pulled you away so harshly, worried you might’ve hurt him

“fffuuuck” he laughs as his eyes roll back into place from the back of his head and he smiles down at you, “holy fuck baby,” he takes a deep breath before easing his grip on his cock,

“where’d you learn how to suck dick this good huh? almost made me embarrass myself,” he lets you wrap your hands around his cock again, keeping his hold on your hair still, more just guiding you now, “felt that good?” you ask, leaving kisses on his pelvis while you stroked him

“so good baby, make me feel like a virgin.” you giggle, “but i want you to cum for me toru, that’s why i’m doin this,” you move from leaving kisses on his pelvis to kissing his the underside of his cock, all the way to his angry tip

“yeah? wanna give it another go then? already got me this close just by kissin it.” he bites his lip while giving you his signature cocky smirk

you don’t respond, opting to just take him into your mouth, using your hands and mouth together to bring him as much pleasure as possible

moaning around him, drawing circles on his tip, rotating and stroking your hands in time with your bobbing head, he repeatedly bites his lip and jerks forward,

“here is comes princess, you ready? gonna take it all in ur throat for me?” gunna swallow it all, right?” he’s babbling, his grip returning on your hair, wishing he would’ve sat back down as his thighs burn trying to keep himself upright

hips starting to meet your head halfway and you’re moaning, trying to talk around his cock wanting to tell him you’re gonna take it all, how you want him to fill you up, mark your throat as his and the coil snaps

hes hunching over you, gasps and whimpers of your name and little “baby, baby, oh my god”s falling from his lips as he fills your mouth with his cum

swallowing it all as quick as it comes and rubbing your thighs together hearing him sound so vulnerable

when he finally comes down from his high he’s panting so hard, he groans as he pulls his cock back, dripping with your spit and his thick cum away from your warm mouth, “you swallow it all baby?” and you stick out your tongue with a cute little “ahhhh” sound, smiling as you do so

“you’re too good to me princess, love you so much, did such a good job,” he’s caressing your face, spilling out praises, “now cmere n clean me up so i can have you ride my face n feel you squirt all over me.”

[babybluebex]

i saw ur message abt angus tully requests and🙈🙈 if u feel like it i would love to read a first kiss fic, but honestly i'd read anything !!!!

as you requested... :) word count: 1k

When you first met Angus, you didn’t consider him as someone you could fall for. He was a little short-tempered, a little too sarcastic for your tastes, but he was smart— even though you didn’t go to the same school, he still came into town on Wednesday afternoons and met you at the library to tutor you in biology. Even though Angus could definitely be hard to deal with sometimes, he helped you get the grades that you needed, and you were endlessly appreciative of him. 

Your biology midterm was next week, and you and Angus should have by all means been studying, but you weren’t. You were listening to him talk about his school, the prestigious Barton Academy, and how the all-boys school wasn’t exactly conducive to finding a date. “Not that I even wanna go to winter formal,” Angus said, twirling his pencil in his fingers. “But my mom and stepdad say I should.” 

“Who’re you taking?” you asked. Your school also had a dance at the end of the semester, but you guys weren’t fancy enough to call it a “formal”. You were also in need of a date, and had briefly considered just going by yourself; you were better off on your own, anyway. 

Angus shrugged. “Not a lot of girls for me to ask,” he said. “Not that any girl would wanna go out with me anyway.” 

“Oh, whatever,” you scoffed, gently erasing your work on your paper and rewriting the answer. “You’ve gotta have girls swooning all over you.” 

Angus barked out a laugh. “You flatter me,” he grumbled. “You think girls give me the time of day? That’s really funny.” 

You lifted your eyes from your paper up to Angus’s face, and you scrunched your eyebrows. “I mean, why not?” you asked. “You kinda have that Bob Dylan thing going on; if you went to my school, you would be everybody’s favorite.” 

“Mm, but I don’t go to your school,” Angus hummed. “The guys at Barton think I’m just a pest.” 

“Well, I don’t think that,” you offered lightly. “I think you’re pretty cool.” 

“Thanks,” Angus said softly. “I think you’re… Ahem, pretty cool too.” His cheeks went red as he cleared his throat, and his eyes flicked down to your textbook to break eye contact. Suddenly, he was quiet, his face burning; you had never seen Angus be shy before. 

“Angus?” you said. He said nothing, his teeth nibbling on his bottom lip, and you reached out to him, letting your fingertips brush his chin, lifting his face to look at you. You tilted your head as you watched him squirm, but he made no effort to move your hand from his face or try to move you away. “You know what I mean… When I said you’re pretty cool, right?” 

Angus took a breath, and he nodded quietly. “I meant the same thing,” he admitted. “Only, I… I’ve never had a girlfriend before. I don’t know how to do this.” 

Your hand dropped from his face, and you took up his hand from the table, twining your fingers together with his. His skin was soft and cold, and his grip was immediate and strong. “I’ve never had a boyfriend before,” you told him. “A real boyfriend, at least.” 

“What’s a real boyfriend?” Angus asked, leaning forward in his seat to get closer to you. 

“I don’t know,” you whispered. “I mean, like… I’ve never had a guy get all shy around me or anything. Act like he really likes me, and isn’t just dating me to cheat off of me in history class.” 

Angus chuckled breathlessly. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that with me,” he said, and you smiled. “Umm… Can I… Kiss you? I’ve kinda wanted to ever since I met you…” 

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” you asked. 

“Have you?” Angus asked quickly. 

“I asked you first,” you smiled, and Angus huffed as he chuckled. 

“Um, no,” Angus coughed. “I’ve always gone to all-boys schools… Last time I had a girl I talked to regularly, I was in preschool. And that doesn’t really count, I think.” 

“Probably not,” you agreed. “I’ve kissed one other guy before. It was the boyfriend who would cheat off of me, and he kissed me sometimes, but… Never anything else.” 

“Okay, so you’re marginally more experienced than I am,” Angus said and jokingly rolled his eyes. “You can’t get mad at me if I’m a bad kisser.”

“I would never,” you told him. You both hesitated for a moment, trying to read each other’s minds, and, before you could speak first, Angus cupped your cheek with his soft palm and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. You didn’t hesitate to lean into his kiss, reaching out and wrapping your fingers around his thin wrist, and he sank into you, letting himself relax. 

You finally broke the kiss with a big smile, and Angus chuckled, and you shifted away quickly when your teeth clacked together. “Was that good?” Angus asked, nervously pressing his lips into a thin line as his eyes stayed locked on yours. “Why’re you laughing, was it that bad?” 

“No, sweetheart, I’m not laughing at you,” you chuckled, shaking your head. You watched his cheeks go pink again at the pet name, and you said, “I’m just… Happy.” 

“Good,” Angus said. His hand reached for yours, pressing his fingers between yours, and he said, “Right... What were we talking about?”

“Well, we were talking about, like, biology and stuff, for my exam next week,” you said. “But then we started talking about your winter formal and my school dance, and how we didn’t have dates.” 

“Oh, right,” Angus said. “Umm… I-I guess, maybe, if you want, I could go with you to your dance.” 

“As my date?” you asked, and Angus nodded. “I think I’d like that a lot. And maybe I can be your date to the winter formal?” 

“As long as you can deal with the stuck-up pricks at my school,” Angus grumbled, and you grinned, leaning in and kissing Angus’s cheek. 

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” 

[zweighigh]

how abt patrick convincing u that u can have fun in the changing rooms because no one is around. ur soooo anxious (severe goody two shoes !!!) but he slowly coaxes u into it by muffling your protests with sooo many kisses and pulling down your panties although ur resisting. you end up melting into him, giving into his touch as he’s already started on you and you may as well finish. little do u know this is when arts practice finishes aaaanddd ya know ya know 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

YOU MATCH MY FREAK SO WELL

You had just finished coaching Patrick, it was a good practice but he would have to do way more if he wanted to beat his rival, you followed him into the changing rooms wich were, surprisingly, empty, you sat on one of the benches and watched him get undressed “you need to improve your game, Pat, Carver’s serve is fucking deathly” he turned to face you and just nodded as he inched closer “i’ll be fine” he kneeled down before you and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear “you don’t need to worry about it”

He shook his head and lurched forward, planting kisses on your neck, one hand on your hip, you pushed him away lightly “Patrick, we can’t, not here” you shook your head no and he just looked at you with that smirk of his, cupping your jaw with his hand as he closed the distance within your bodies with a kiss.

Your protests were muffled under his lips, his tongue trailing over your bottom lip, asking for entry, your lips parted and he explored every inch of your mouth like a man starved, a mess of tongues and spit as his hand moved up your thighs and his lips found that sweet spot on your neck, leaving marks that you would definitely have to cover later today, his hand snaked over your clothed pussy, Patrick groaned as he felt how wet you were “thought you didn’t want this, look at you now, so soaked and I haven’t even done anything yet” he muttered against your neck, making your skin crawl.

He slipped your panties off of your legs and and ran his thumb over your soaked slit, pressing on your clit just enough to have you biting your lip, he inched his face closer to your cunt and you could feel his warm breath on you, he looked entranced by the sight, his tongue lapped lines along your pussy before closing his lips on your swollen clit and sucking like a man on a mission, you moaned empty praises and babbles of his name, loud enough that if someone were outside, they would hear just how good Patrick was making you feel.

He slipped his index finger inside your tight cunt, and groaned as he felt how your spongy walls clenched around him, the vibrations going straight through you, he thrusted his finger into you rapidly, his goal was to make you cum as quick as possible just in case someone were to enter the rooms, and like a summoning, Art barged into the dressing rooms, jaw slack and frozen in his spot instead of covering his eyes or turning around, the sight of him was enough to have you cumming all over Patrick’s face, moaning Art’s name.

Patrick looked up at you, his chin glistening with your juices before his gaze met Art’s, Patrick quickly clocked the tent on Art’s shorts, smirking before he spoke “look babe, Art gets horny just from watching me fuck his girlfriend” Art just walked closer to you both, before sliding his shorts and boxers down and grabbing you by your hair and into your knees, it was pathetic how you didn’t even need to be told to open your mouth, you automatically did, Art slipped his cock inside your mouth, you bobbed your head along his length, moaning as you felt two hands on your hips propping you in all fours before Patrick slid his cock inside your pussy, tears welled in your eyes as Art buried his cock in your throat balls deep, gagging as he pushed your head to take him as deep as possible.

Patrick thrusted inside of you rapidly and his grip on your hips was strong enough to make you bruise, you sweared you could see the stupid smirk on his face, you felt Art twitching in your mouth and you knew he was close, you pushed away from him and stroked him with your hand, Patrick’s thrust were getting sloppy as well as you clenched around him, Art came with a whimper and a grunt, all over your face and your hand, and that was enough to have Patrick cumming inside of you, thick ropes of cum coating your walls, he pulled out and pushed two fingers into you, keeping all his cum inside “might give your girl a baby Art, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Fucking slut” even if his comment was meant for Art, you moaned loudly, and came for the second time that day.

(A/N) i moaned writing this 😜

[stickymolasses]

Hello! Can you write a nurse reader x harry osborn? :)

MAKE YOU BETTER

an: hello! i love reading ur harry fics so much, thank you for this prompt! i hope u like it <3 ps: reader does not know peter is spiderman, they just think peter got injured somehow and the symbiote transferred over to him. spiderman having a black suit, in their eyes, is just a coincidence. just imagine reader being totally oblivious, lol.

summary: You're Harry's nurse and you can't help him feel better physically anymore, so you resort to playing therapist. (fluff/a little angst if you squint) pairing: harry osborn x reader warnings: sick & irritable harry

You knock twice as gently as possible, trying not to disturb Harry too much. He mumbles something that resembles “come in,” so you allow yourself to slowly open the door. You close it upon entering and lean against it.

“How are you feeling today, Harry?” you ask, wishful thinking taking over, though you think you probably know the answer.

Harry shuffles a little in his bed and leans his head back. He swallows hard, and his Adam's apple bobs in his throat. His form has gotten frail over the past couple of days.

He breathes in deeply and his words come out in a whisper, “Never been better.” He smiles sarcastically and breathes out his nose, a laugh that does not require him to flex his stomach.

You can see his pain. You can feel it too. You don’t want to pry, but as his nurse, you have a job. You are supposed to make him feel better, get healthier. He can’t get any better, physically, that is. Your real task now is to change his mindset.

“What’s been bothering you lately? Any serious pain I should know about?” You cross your arms, still leaning on the door.

Harry is sitting up now, giving you a better view of the dark purple bags under his eyes. You wince and look down, avoiding his gaze. “The usual. My pain lately has been in my head. I’ve been mulling things over, got lots to think about.”

He looks down at his lap, twiddling his thumbs. His boredom has reached a new peak, having filled out four science-themed crossword books.

You nod at him as if to say “Go on.”

He furrows his brows in thought, still looking down at his hands.

“It’s Peter.” He looks up at you swiftly. “He’s… changed.”

You move towards his bed and take a seat nearer to him, to make him more comfortable. Your words come out slowly and very quietly, “Changed, how?”

He sighs, “It’s complicated. After his little… accident, having the symbiote- um, the suit- affects him in a way that it hadn’t done to me. He’s angry.”

You know he’s telling the truth. You’ve seen it. When Peter blew up on Harry and told him he should “pop some more pills.” From knowing Peter for a few months now, you would never have expected him to act that way towards anyone, let alone his best friend.

“Has he ever been angry like that before, with you?” You inquire, still pushing.

“Never. I was usually the one with the temper.”

“If you’ll allow me to play devil's advocate, I think you might need to give Peter the benefit of the doubt because-”

Harry gripped his comforter until his knuckles turned white.

“He wants me to die.” The words came out like a curse, laced with venom. His face falls into his palm, and he rubs his temples.

Once he finds himself calm, he opens his mouth again to speak, but no words come out. He looks at your face, eager to listen. Something about the way you look at him helps him find the words.

“I’m sorry. You’re right, he’s fighting his own battles. We all are.” He looks up at you, awaiting a response. You fall silent.

Your gaze is morphing under his. You feel like you’re melting rapidly under a heat lamp, but you’re just looking at each other. This moment feels more meaningful than the actual verbal conversation you were having just moments before. You’re beginning to feel different about him, and the feeling is dangerous, fatal even.

“Stop looking at me like that. Like I’m some sick child.” Harry turns his head away from you, like an actual child. A child who doesn’t want to listen to his guardian.

You scramble, “Like what? I wasn’t looking at you like anything; I was just-”

“You were pitying me; I can see it with my own two eyes.” The moment was fleeting, but you could see him changing his mind mid-sentence. Something about you kept him sane.

You breathe loudly, and he can hear the gears turning in your head. You were calculating a response so as not to irritate him further.

“I wasn't pitying you. I was just… I was thinking about how you were before. You were so full of life, seeing you like this makes me wonder what you would be doing if you weren’t in this position.” You reach for his hand and clasp it gently. His hand is cold, in contrast to your warm ones. Your thumb moves in circles over his knuckles.

“Can you help me stand up, please?” He flashes doe eyes at you, waiting for an answer. You grip his hand tighter and help him rise from the bed. When he is fully standing, he pulls you into a hug so swiftly that you wobble a bit.

He buries his head into your neck and mumbles something incoherent, and you don’t bother to ask him to repeat himself. You hold each other for just a second too long.

“Sorry, I just wanted to look out the window.” He hobbles over to the giant window and stops in front of it, placing a hand on the frame and leaning on it.

“New York City used to be so beautiful, don’t you think?” He continues to stare longingly at the world outside his room.

“I think it’s still gorgeous.” You stand next to him, placing a hand on his bicep to make sure he doesn’t lose his balance.

“Of course you would. Any world with you in it should be grateful to have you.” He turns towards you and removes your hand from his arm, placing a hand on your waist. He looks down at you with an unreadable gaze.

You look up at him and cup his face in your hands, smoothing your thumb over his cheek. His brown eyes sparkle with an ambition that you haven’t seen in all of your days of knowing him. He looks down at your lips and you notice. He leans in, and you follow suit, connecting your lips in harmony.

“You are the most beautiful thing in all of New York City, Harry.”

an: hello! i hope this was what you were looking for, i got a little carried away. this was a lot of fun! thank you for the ask again!

[more harry content here]

[shinyhappysims]

sulsulchatroom.net Conversation Log

xBabyDoll69x: hey babe. tired of ur wife?

MightyThaiger: yes. yes i am.

xBabyDoll69x: u wanna come have a good time with me? ;)

MightyThaiger: no. no i don’t.

xBabyDoll69x: :((( why r u even on here if u don’t want to hook up?

MightyThaiger: i’m a faithful husband. i just need to vent.

xBabyDoll69x: i’m not a therapist cupcake. i jst wanted sum dick

MightyThaiger: please. i have no one.

xBabyDoll69x: ugh omg this is what i get for being so hot and sexy and caring and understanding…what’s wrong?

MightyThaiger: it’s just… im married to this woman who takes our religion very seriously. like of course i believe but i worry about our kids.

xBabyDoll69x: i wld just take them and go. how many kids do u have?

MightyThaiger: …16

xBabyDoll69x: holy shit dude nvm

MightyThaiger: yeah. anyways i converted to christianity when i was in college. growing up my brother was a troublemaker, so my parents left me to my own devices and focused more on him, i guess bc i was mature enough to look out for myself. the church were the first people to let me know that i wasn’t alone. hearing that god having a plan for me made me finally feel like i had a purpose.

xBabyDoll69x: ur parents shouldn’t have done that to u. u might have been mature but u were still a kid with needs.

MightyThaiger: it was really hard for me to not resent my family. dad passed away right after i graduated. i got married two years later and my mom and brother don’t like my wife so it was the perfect excuse to distance myself.

xBabyDoll69x: what abt ur wife and kids? and why tf do u have 16 of them?

MightyThaiger: wife is gung ho abt gender roles. our oldest daughter is so smart. she reminds me of my mom, who’s the strongest person i’ve ever met. but i’m supposed to hate that. i’m supposed to beat all the personality out of my daughter and force her into this little box of being a quiet servant. my wife talks constantly about how much she hates our daughter. it breaks my heart. and we have 16 kids because my wife doesn’t believe in birth control and wants to have as many children as god “blesses” us with. i want my children to find the same joy i found in god but… not like this.

xBabyDoll69x: what in the sim bob duggar… srsly tho do u think u can convince ur wife to tone it down a bit?

MightyThaiger: heh. that’s funny. i’m supposed to be the head of the household but my wife does whatever she wants. i shouldn’t have ever offered to build that damn church with her and her cousins. i could have probably made up with my family by now, but they won’t talk to me anymore. they assume anytime i try to talk to them i just want to get them to convert.

xBabyDoll69x: i’m so sorry. this is devastating. r u sure u don’t wanna come over and take ur mind off of it?

MightyThaiger: tempting, but no. i made a vow, for better or worse. too bad things probably won’t ever get better.

MightyThaiger has left the chat.

[sparklingcid3r]

Had a half-asleep idea that must be shared: an everyone-lives au but Bob is still a jerk so they Christmas Carol him into being nice. (Ponyboy got the idea from reading the book.)

i don’t usually fw fantastical au’s but i’ll hop on this rq 🙏 why stop at alt ending when u can go full fantasy. curtis brothers don’t exist irl, soda is the ghost of christmas past, pony’s the ghost of christmas present, and darry’s the ghost of christmas yet to come/future

let me cook yall just stay w me👏 but like first u gotta watch 2022’s scrooge: a christmas carol, trust🤞

idrc who they haunt. it can be bob for his impulsiveness, dally for his coldness, or johnny for his sadness, i’m more interested in the brothers so listennn

soda as the ghost of xmas past bc he’s always had a penchant for maintaining his joy from childhood. he’s high on life and never let it get away from him even as he matured. so he’ll take the individual back to their past and point out how different they used to be, how innocent. he’ll lowk guilt trip them as he goes through every hardship they’ve ever endured and says “well THAT can’t be the reason ur so bitter lol, let’s keep looking.” he mostly ends up pissing ppl off but does get them in their feels with his curiosity for figuring out what could have possibly gone awry in their lives.

pony as the ghost of xmas present bc he himself has learned to live in the moment and appreciate the beauty of life as it is without alteration. he’ll show the individual the impact that their actions have on the people around them and what they’re missing out while they’re too busy wrapped up in their own heads. sometimes he’ll stop to admire the sky as it changes color or the way street lamps reflect off the snow on the ground, or the lights around storefront windows. he’s there to get the individual to understand how delicate the world is and how noteworthy it is, from the struggling branches to the powerful sun.

darry’s the ghost of xmas future bc he has to be the most morose of them all. he’s the one who shows the individual what life for them will entail if they continue to stew in their misery. be it how few ppl will mourn them or every chance at happiness they will inevitably let pass them by. he’s pretty silent for the most part, sticking to the dramatic visuals. he’ll lead individuals to their own funerals to let them see just how badly they’re screwing up their own lives. (he’s also the one who comes to collect the individuals who were never able to change and chains them up in the afterlife. he doesn’t like it, but it’s part of the job description).

alr that’s all i got, ask me abt this again in december and maybe i’ll have more interesting thoughts lmfao 🙏

[ell-begins]

I’ve said this in reblog tags but I wanna say it again lol

you cannot watch the cemetery scene from last episode and tell me that those were not wedding vows?? like hello?? You cannot look me in the eyes and say that buck looking over at tommy when he says “our people are what make life worth living” doesn’t mean something 😭 like cmon now that’s something you would hear during a wedding don’t even play with me

[httpisaoki]

⋆ LAST GOODBYE ! (teaser)

-> fluffff, it's supposed to be a sneak peek of my to-be-released series so it might not make senseIFJHDJ, low cap is intended -> warnings : mentions of arguments and self-harm, possible angst, slight swearing, that's it? -> i wrote this while listening to last goodbye by sunkis :> it's such a good song broo

ur sunshine:< (@valdezbns) : thena? u there?  its already past nine thenaa  bob misses u sm :((

ur sunshine:< (@valdezbns) : dev said u skipped the bus athena im worried, reply please. please be safe? :((

ur sunshine:< (@valdezbns) : athena respond, I know u can see this please :(

rian frowned at the messages, athena’s safety was the only thing she could think of right now. The girl’s lack of response to anyone was what made her anxious. 

I mean athena wouldn’t do anything to harm herself not after what we went through together, right?

fuck, the girl cursed under her breath. devon had already told her that thena didn’t take the bus. who knows where the girl went. 

until an idea popped into rian’s mind, she could be on the rooftop. she nodded, determined to find the girl. sending the message before leaving her apartment.

ur sunshine:< (@valdezbns) : are u at the rooftop? im omw.

as rian was driving to athena’s usual hideout, a ringing came from her phone. the girl's eyes widen at the caller’s ID before quickly pressing the answer button. “hey” rian breathed out, “I’m almost there thena, stay where you are–” athena cuts her off, her voice shaking. “r-ria my head hurts. and fuck, i don’t know what to do. my parents–”

“I’ll be right there baby, just keep calm. deep breathes alright?” athena nods, muttering a small ‘okay’ before breathing in and out, to which rian smiles at. “almost there thena, just hold on.” 

10 minutes later, rian rushed towards the stairway to the rooftop— her and athena’s hideout. the place where they met. as soon as she opens the door, the sight of athena crying fills her vision. “shh, shh, it’s okay thena. I’m right here.” she soothes the girl, “tell me what happened thena” rian whispers as she holds the girl in her arms. 

“mom argued with stephen again, all the same shit. but one thing caught my attention, she mentioned something about moving overseas with me. And I– I just panicked. I didn’t want to move away. I can’t leave you. I didn’t know what to do so i just ran to the most comfortable place. And I’m sorry if I ran away so suddenly and I didn’t tell you sooner–” 

rian cuts her off by pulling the girl into a hug, “I’m thankful you called me, but please say something before suddenly ghosting everyone. But I do understand you. So why don’t we go to my apartment and watch movies and cuddle and all that stuff?” rian playfully suggests making athena slap her shoulder and laugh at her the love of her life.

as comfortable silence takes over, both of the girls could just stay in each other’s arms forever. 

‘whatever happens, even if I do have to leave you, I’ll do everything I can to make sure I can say my last goodbye.’

-> a/n : hii its been a while, so this is kinda like a spoiler for a new au i've been writing about. the prompt was just too cute that I wanted to write about it TT ... and this IS a spoiler for a taglish au! so aoki comeback..? :>

[thisfanisgonesorry]

I'd love to request some Junkrat dreaming about his parents, especially his Mum

And how proud they are of him

Give me the feels!

started writing this fic the second u sent it (sorry tf2 fans) cos ive been brainrotting on my sweet boy augh anyway, made this junkrat/you fic just so i could work it into my sleepy time fics and also cos .. youll see

tags: fluff, light angst, sleepy time fic number 3, comfort,, heavily based off shit i grew up w as a kid in australia, paranormal ghost shii, genderneutral reader, open interpretation,, weird pov thing oops

heavily inspired by these 3 clips just in case ur interested :-) (spoiler warnings obv)

[game of tones] [bobs burgers] [tf2 comic #5, old wounds]

<3<3<3

He woke up in his childhood home, he furrowed his eyes at the surroundings and sat up, confused at how he fell asleep on the couch, and the TV buzzed from the heat. The kids channel was inactive as it tended to be late at night. He was remembering things that he hadn’t seen in years. He sat up and went to wobble his way around the building before both feet landed on the carpet.

He paused, noticing both legs in tact, then realising his arm was too. “It’s a dream.” He said plainly, realising what was happening. He began to make his way towards the kitchen, the bright light seeping down the hallway and into the dark lounge room.

“Jamison!” The tall blonde woman called out to him.

“...Ma?” He looked at her confused and she handed him a plate full of meat and vegetables.

“I was wondering when you’d wake up, tea was about to go cold.” She smiled warmly at him, all he could really do was smile weakly back. “Something the matter?”

“Uh.. Nah, nah.” He hesitated.

He’d dreamed of his mother before but not quite to this much extent. Not this much detail, it was uncanny how real it felt. 

“Dinner looks good.”

She placed her plate of food on the bench and put a hand on his face. “You look so grown up.” She frowned at him slightly.

“What?” He was taken back and put his plate on the bench too.

“How long has it been?”

He froze for a minute. “Close to fifteen years.” She kept rubbing her thumb over his cheek before he pulled her hand away.

“That’s a long time.” She laughed softly. “What’s happened?”

He furrowed his eyebrows and shrugged casually. “Not much.. Lost my leg.. Lost my arm.. Survived the Omnic Crisis.”

She grabbed his now in-tact amputated arm and ran her hands over his forearm. “That must’ve been hard.”

“It was.” 

He was a little uneasy about how she somehow knew which arm was gone. They just stood there in silence for a long period of time.

“Is this real?” Jamie laughed awkwardly. “It’s just a dream, right?”

She looked up at him and a moment’s silence passed over them and a sense of knowing filled the air. 

“I’ve missed you.” She said softly.

“I’ve missed you too but how.. How are you..?”

“I bet you’ve done great things since I’ve been gone.”

He pressed his lip into a fine line at her changing the topic but then frowned at the knowledge that she would not be proud of her son if she knew of all the awful things he’s done.

“I don’t know about that..”

“What have you been up to?” She responded casually, as if making small talk with a friend you see once a month.

“I’m a criminal now.” He shrugged with a nervous laugh. “I make a lot of money and.. It makes me happy, I’ve met a lot of good people through it. I’ve travelled the world.” He rambled a little, almost like he was trying to sell a product.

“If it makes you happy, then I’m proud of you.” She sounded faintly disappointed yet still felt genuinely proud of him for finding what makes him happy and finding people that he loved.

“You’re not.. Upset?”

“I think I can understand why things happened the way they did.” She placed a reassuring hand on his arm. “You’ll always be my baby, no matter what. I don’t think it makes you a bad person for trying to survive.”

There’s another long gap of silence, both not sure what to say next.

“Tell me about your friends.”

“Ah, my friends?” He hesitated. “Where do I even start?”

“Tell me about the big one.” She smiled.

“Roadhog? His names Mako but he don’t like when we call him that. He’s my best friend, he’s basically like a brother. He’s been there for almost everything, thick and thin, y'know? He's the only person who I can really count on.”

“And the other one?”

“Y/n.. They’re.. Well. I'm lucky to have ‘em, I think you'd love ‘em too. Y’know, in a strange way, they remind me a lot of you. They’re both really important to me and I’m grateful to have them.”

Silence lingers in the air once again, an awkward stillness of uncertainty. What do you even say in this situation? What could you possibly talk about?”

“So.. There’s an afterlife?” She stayed silent. “Why’d it take you so long to visit? Why are you suddenly visiting me now?”

“I think you know why.” A lot of ideas raced through his head, so many possibilities on why. She spoke plainly with a slight sentiment of sadness at the end of her words. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

She wrapped her arms around his torso and pulled him into a tight embrace. He hesitated but hugged her back, savouring the moment.

“I think it’s time for you to wake up.” She said softly.

“I don’t want to yet.” He said as she pulled out of the hug and kissed his forehead.

He jumped awake with a loud gasp. I was leaning over him with my hand resting on his shoulder. “Jamie? Are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“You’re crying.”

He wiped his face in a hurry with his hand and attempted to with his bicep. 

“I’m fine just.. Realising some stuff.” He smiled up at me warmly though it was clear something happened to upset him.

“You can talk to me, you know?”

“I know.” He continued to smile. I handed him a water bottle and smiled back at him. “I’ll tell you about it later. Just gotta think on it.”

[judeswhore]

So I had this summer holiday!jude scenario and it’s pretty simple but I can’t get it out of my head man!!

So basically yknow that really colourful shirt right imagine having a scrunchie to match it and it has like a thousand colours on it and that like that shirt. And you’re both just vibing somewhere with both of your friend groups and he’s just laying down next to you and like tugging the scrunchie on your wrist while your just talking to your friends and that. And later on you tie your hair up with the same scrunchie and it’s just giving him thoughts to all the times you’d suck his dick and he’s have to move the strands of hair that fall in-front of your face, and he’s low-key getting a boner out of that thought and you can see but your not quite sure as to why he he’s growing down there. A little later into the night you slowly move into a more chill setting, just the two of you and your friends are where you all were before and he’s just rubbing at your hip and that sounding so like moany and stuff, all like “forgot how cute you look with your hair up like that” and your just smirking at him while sipping on some sort of drink, giving him bedroom eyes and he’s like “don’t do this to me”. Anyways further on he’s on this couch and your on your knees giving him head but while doing so he removes the scrunchie from your hair and tugs it round his wrist instead and just hold your hair up in a similar ponytail style and just bobbing your head up and down for you. And after all that, walking back out towards your group and Jude still has the scrunchie on his wrist while your lipgloss is smeared and hair is a literal mess and his mates are like “where’d you get that” referring to the colourful hair tie and your mates know exactly what happened due to the hair and your glossy eyes and fucked out state.

That’s was super long

this made me go🤭🤭u and ur friends just being in a private villa so there’s plenty of little private areas and ur friends are all still by the pool but u and jude have “gone to get drinks” but everyone knows that’s not the case bc youse have been so touchy and flirty they know exactly why you’ve disappeared. but there’s a little sofa area around a fire pit in a little corner of the villa and u know no one’s gna come to u here so jude’s got u on ur knees and he’s just relaxed back against the sofa while ur sucking him off. he’s took the scrunchie bc he likes pulling ur hair so he’s doing exactly that and is pressing ur completely down on his cock until ur gagging and he’s praising u sm and telling u how he’s been thinking abt it all day and he’s just “u drive me fkn crazy always batting ur lashes at me, just begging me to fuck ur mouth”. youse are away for quite a while bc u started off by teasing him but after he’s came youse both look so fucked out like jude is just looking frenzied and there’s literal scratches on his thighs and abs from ur nails and he also looks so smug. and ur lips are just all puffy and ur lipgloss is messy and ur hair looks a wreck and ur eyes are all glassy and u look even more fucked than him so the second youse are back w ur friends the teasing starts. they’re all talking abt jude wearing ur scrunchie and abt how u look like you’ve been having a good time and ur friend wld just be like “u want me to fix ur lipgloss for u” but neither of u are all that embarrassed bc you’ve been caught doing much worse by all of them before

[seongminiz]

hehe🤭🤭 ok well it’s might be mostly repeating some of what u said cuz i went insane🥴😵‍💫😵‍💫 over the idea of wonjin writing u nastier and nastier notes so u won’t share them anymore with ur friends /pos

but i think of this as like on a college campus setting (like american college movie type of shit) but if stalker pervert wonjin became pervert boyfriend? wonjin.. and he’s got the same antics but he just goes even further with it now that he’s claimed u as his<333 is the crowd with me?

like idk like sexting u from the back of the lecture hall, sending u the nastiest things maybe he’s even gross enough to pull his cock out where he’s sitting in the last row of seats and take a pic for u<33 how sweet and then it’s driving u even crazier to know that it would take maybe 10 steps to get to him and fuck him but u can’t!!! unless…

he’d find a way to have the same lab time as u, would sit next to u at those silly rectangular shaped tables (bear with me here) but like it’s open in the middle?? like he’s fingering you under the table while the professor asks u to discuss with ur seatmates about whatever topic ur learning about but no one can see him touching u cuz of the angles BUT ur just expected to participate and ask questions while he’s knuckle deep in ur pulsing cunt??? and don’t think about staying quiet/sitting this one out, or you’ll lose ur attendance mark for that week :)

studying in the library more like getting railed in one of those private study boxes time🤭🤭 don’t worry they’re soundproof!! but there is a little window through which anyone walking by would just see ur head bobbing up as u bounce on wonjin’s cock and if it gets too heated (literally) maybe the glass will start to fog up oops! i just love the idea of a rendezvous somewhere like a library i think wonjin would also love telling u to keep quiet even whilst he’s speeding up his thrusts, would find the least visited section and fuck into you from behind, pressing u into the books, keeping his clothes on as much as possible so if someone were to walk by it might just look like he’s really helping u look for something hehe

also just wonjin being super possessive and if anyone attempted to flirt with u he would sabotage their chances but it can go one of two ways, either he finds a way to humiliate them, framing them for plagiarism whoops now they don’t even go to the same uni anymore how will they flirt with u!? or humiliating u.. i could see him scaring guys away from u by planting condoms in ur bag, kicking it over as he walks past wow now the guy hitting on u isn’t interested anymore after 30 condoms just fell out of ur purse🥲 but it’s okay, u don’t need anybody else because dating wonjin is enough excitement for one person😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

hope this wasn’t too crazy.. like in a negative way.. um also idk what came over me and why i wrote it in this style but yeah :) 👍🏻

- 🧁 anon

this was too crazy IN A POSITIVE WAY HELLO ????

wonjin whos such a sluttt for exhibitionism he always takes it a little further than the last time ☆_☆ it starts with casually putting a hand on ur thigh everytime u r sitting next to him n sending u nasty texts (n maybe ,, before going straight to dick pics ,,, just pics of his bulge bc he knowsss it drives u crazy) while u r in class , n then it just keeps getting worse (/pos) !!

just ,, omfg bf wonjin who was such a subby loser when u first started dating but the more comfortable (n possessive) he gets through ur relationship the more he takes the chance to dom u (n make u pay for all the shit u made him go through before u got together)(as if he didnt get off from it bc he liked being lowkey humiliated by u not acknowledging his existence)

this probably made no sense im sorry /(_-_)\

[possibilistfanfiction]

hi i just wanted to say thank you for writing about queerness the way that you do - it’s incredible and has been immensely helpful to me lately. like i’ve agonized over wanting a haircut and a binder and to change my pronouns and have never had the courage to do anything about it, but reading your stuff is making me want to go through with it all. i had to pause a few times as i read your most recent piece (ava’s pov of butch bea) because i was overwhelmed with relief seeing ava and bea want that stuff too. i didn’t realize wanting it could feel so freeing. like i’ve never seen queer people written like that before, and never knew i needed to see it until now. it’s helped me feel okay about wanting the aforementioned things, and also okay about not knowing what i want or how i want to be. all around your fics are so healing and enlightening as far as gender and sexuality go, and gender and sexuality aside they are also flat out masterpieces. i cannot even begin to describe how much they, as well as your other posts on the subject, mean to me. thank you so much

:) thank u!

& i will say that i have spent the better part of the last 15 or so years just vibrating around trying to figure out what makes me feel good, especially in my body & how others perceive it. which is really hard! but trying stuff rocks — i figured out i wanted top surgery but not to transition in other medical ways bc i got a binder! the peace i felt with one felt right, & then i got to explore from there. i have had … so many haircuts lol & most of them have been good! (imo everyone deserves to buzz their hair at least once & just. deal with it lmao. a rite of passage.) now i don’t give a fuck about “what side of the store” clothes are on bc i know exactly what i want clothes to fit & feel like, & i have a tailor, so i just pay more attention to fit & fabric than i do any “men’s” or “women’s” demarcations, especially when most of the places i shop are mostly just vaguely androgynous earth tones anyway lol.

(of course this is with the caveat that there’s enough safety/financial stability but) try everything! especially stuff that’s not at all permanent!

there’s no way i would know what makes me happy & peaceful now if i didn’t try stuff in the past! do i want to wear button downs & chinos & have ppl call me sir?? no i would rather pErish. but did i always know that! of course not, & i got to have the space to try how that would feel. i definitely also know that i never want people to think i’m straight (lol but ppl are stubborn); i had a weird summer bc my hair was rly long, which i loved, but then started to feel just dissonant about… occasionally a little panicked by? (in addition to some transphobic nonsense thru work, which ofc doesn’t help). but once i sat down & was like what the fuck is going on — & felt safe enough to just sit for DAYS in dysphoria to try to figure out the root of it — i was like oh ok cool, easy, i can fix this. i knew i didn’t want to cut my hair rly short again (probably never again or at least for a Long Time, i don’t like ppl thinking i’m a man), but i didn’t wanna keep it long, so i was like ok great, stupid masc bob here we come, & my hairstylist is queer & has a soft butch wife, so i was set lol. but without getting to have space for the past decade to just try things, & to learn how to sit in dysphoria thru therapy rather than just Run Away from the feeling every time, that would’ve been a lot harder to navigate. i used to be VERY adamant abt they/them pronouns but i don’t feel that way anymore, & nothing earth shattering happened or has happened, i just… don’t care. i care more abt my privacy & agency than abt disclosing identity & experience than i do a pronoun, & so i get to make that choice whenever i want, which has been rly wonderful. & getting to try things will help you learn where ur most comfortable, especially as u continue to grow & change.

& like… it’s fun! queerness is so fun! i think beas queerness is fairly ~fraught~ canonically for obvious reasons but in any universe it’s nice to just let her take a fucking breath. kiss a girl, put on a hoodie, cut your hair, take a nap by the beach. it’s not so serious, not all the time. & ava is just FUN, her queerness is so so bright. to me it’s always just seemed like she was never Not queer bc ava has so much life to live & so so much to discover abt herself & the world. she’s falling in love with everything all the time, & with Wonder! & of course that includes queerness! it’s at the center of it bc it’s who you are & who you love, but it’s also just… people, & connection. i used to write rly angsty shit abt being queer & in moments of indulgence i do still enjoy a romp ofc to flex those wow sin & hell & an orgasm being so holy muscles lol, but queerness is my everyday life, & it shows up in the soft happy places more than anywhere else.

anyway, try everything!! especially a binder (bind safely!!!!!) & pronouns, even just online or w a few of ur ppl. if there’s a word you like for your identity, try writing it somewhere or just telling a friend (i texted my best friend that i liked the word ‘dyke’ a lot after having made ‘dyke on main’ jokes abt myself for ten years … we both just laughed). & of course haircuts & clothes are so fun, & they should get to be fun!

but even beyond that (& part of why i think ppl like reading stuff i write, maybe?) is that like so much healing for me in pleasure & peace in my queerness is so tied up in those same feelings abt … everything. food! sex! moving my body! my home! small acts of service! luxury! softness! skincare! the ocean! like whew, waking up & being like this brings me quiet joy, mary oliver was RIGHT, just lets the whole world kinda shimmer. not loudly, not in any remarkable way, but eating good food & having a good beer with someone who sees you for who you are; fresh flowers in the vase; LINEN PANTS; the dog asleep at your feet — all of those things to me are both queer & holy, inextricably together in my life. my wife’s queerness is very compatible w her religion & spirituality, & that’s rly rly beautiful to get to be around. queerness is abt deep care, too, in small ways: checking up on a friend after top surgery, still masking indoors, keeping my dog on lead unless i know her recall will be perfect. it shapes every part of my life. to me the mundane is the most glorious thing, & i have figured things that i love bc, for as scary as trying stuff can be (what if people see me? what if i hate it?) — you know, the most important question: what if you love it?

[randomvarious]

Today’s compilation:

Totally Hits 2001 2001 R&B / Hip Hop / Pop / Pop-Rock

Fuuuuuuck, man. Can we please just go back to the year 2001? Y'know, before *the big main event* happened? Top 40 and hip hop/R&B radio were sooo good back then!! 😭

And here's an excellent collection of radio bops to prove it, put out by Totally Hits, the main, always-runner-up to the ever-dominant Now That's What I Call Music! series. I feel like a lot of people aren't aware of this, but, while the US run of the Now series was originally made up of a partnership between Universal and EMI and all their many subsidiaries, Totally Hits was its answer, provided by BMG and Warner Bros. and all of their subsidiaries. (And BMG also includes Sony, mind you.) So, while Now always outsold Totally Hits and released their albums more frequently, and also had a bigger pool of pop songs to pick from, Totally Hits definitely wasn't a slouch either, especially with this 2001 installment; they had plenty of goods to offer that Now couldn't.

But I don't even know where to start with this thing. Like, nearly all of this CD holds a special place in my heart. Those classic strings from Blu Cantrell's "Hit 'Em Up (Oops!)" ignite and my inner child just immediately activates 🥺.

So I guess I'll just pepper this post with some observations and fun facts about a bunch of these songs then...

Diddy and co.'s "Bad Boy for Life" still bangs hard to this very day. Its beat sounds just as nuts now as it did the day when it first came out 21+ years ago. I mean, I’ve still yet to hear anything else quite like it. And it was made by this dude Megahertz, who also produced Nas' "Got Ur Self a Gun" in the same year. And while the song only peaked at #33 on Billboard’s Hot 100, its “there goes the neighborhood”-themed music video was in *super* heavy rotation on MTV and featured an extended cameo from Ben Stiller, along with other cameos from Xzibit, Ice Cube, Snoop Dogg, Shaq, Mike Tyson, Baron Davis, Travis Barker, Dave Navarro, Access Hollywood’s Pat O’Brien, Fonzworth Bentley, fucking Crazy Town, and weirdly enough, the character actor Richard Dunn, who’d wind up playing a bunch of different roles on Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job! some years later.

Does anyone else remember that early 2000s rap and R&B fad that was obsessed with making South Asian-sounding beats? Did Timbaland start that whole trend with Missy Elliott's bhangra-infused "Get Ur Freak On"? I could be wrong, but it feels like he did? 🤔

Here's what I think is the most slept-on song out of this entire slate: the remix of Dream's "This Is Me." I actually totally forgot that this song even existed, but this CD helped jog my memory. Do you even remember Dream? No, not The-Dream, but Dream; the ultimately fleeting female R&B and pop quartet that were most famous for that song "He Loves U Not." Anyway, they were on Bad Boy and Mario Winans took the original version of "This Is Me" and remixed it to include a sample of the bells from Bob James' "Take Me to the Mardi Gras," which is one of those samples I go nuts for every time I hear it. I first heard it in Snap!'s "The Power" and I've loved it dearly ever since. It also appears towards the end of Missy Elliott’s “Work It.”

Those who call Eve 6 a one-hit wonder are just flat-out wrong. "Here's to the Night," a soft, Police-inspired follow-up to the catharsis of “Inside Out” (the “heart in a blender” song), only placed two spots below it on the Hot 100.

It’s really funny and interesting how Uncle Kracker (what a stupid name) came out of the Kid Rock milieu as the turntablist in his backing band (lmao), and then, despite being a rapper, rose to immense adult contemporary fame with “Follow Me” and then a cover of Dobie Gray’s “Drift Away” (🎶Give me the beat boys and free my soul🎶). It also seems like Kid Rock kinda followed in his footsteps too, dropping his brash, working class, trailer park asshole gimmick for a quick sec to make “Picture” with Sheryl Crow the following year 🤔.

Remember “I Do!!” by Toya? It was her only hit, but that catchy, midtempo R&B groove was 🔥. Produced by this guy Antoine “Bam” Macon, who then went on to co-produce Nelly and Kelly Rowland’s “Dilemma.” Toya would release one more single after this one, which didn’t fare too well, and then she’d appear on Cam’Ron’s 2002 classic, “Hey Ma,” before falling all the way off.

We gotta talk about Willa Ford too. It shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone that the people who produced “I Wanna Be Bad” also produced a bunch of songs for Britney Spears as well. Willa says she wasn’t trying to copy Britney, but damn, does this sound like a Britney song! Also, what on earth is Eminem friend-and-foe-and-friend-again Royce da 5′9″ doing on this?!?!?

           Oh yeah, and we can’t ignore this from Willa either:

That article was then followed up with this:

Which then allows for the perfect use of this meme:

Is there a stronger trio of singles to come from a rap album than the one that came from OutKast’s Stankonia? I mean, how can you beat “B.O.B.,” “Ms. Jackson,” and ���So Fresh, So Clean”? I really don’t think you can. The production group of Organized Noize had a large hand in OutKast’s first four albums, and one of their members, Sleepy Brown, also provides the falsetto parts on the chorus for “So Fresh, So Clean.”

Why wasn’t Craig David a bigger thing in the US? He could’ve been our British R&B king, but he only wound up with two successful singles here with “Fill Me In” and “7 Days.” “7 Days” actually performed better on the Hot 100, but I feel like “Fill Me In” is far more remembered in the States. Anyway, despite his brief showing here, he managed to stay relevant all the way into the 2010s back home. Awesome voice and great beats.

Lastly, Dido’s “Thank You.” This song took such a long path to reach #3 on the Hot 100. It actually first came out in 1998, appearing on the soundtrack to an indie flick called Sliding Doors that starred Gwyneth Paltrow. Then, in ‘99, it was included on Dido’s debut album, No Angel. Following that, Eminem released The Marshall Mathers LP in 2000, which included “Stan,” a song that made the chorus from “Thank You” its own. Naturally, that helped to increased the popularity of “Thank You” itself and Dido then released it as a single in September of 2000. Then a couple months later, Eminem released “Stan” as a single too. Finally, in January of 2001, “Thank You” entered the Hot 100 at the #80 spot, and by April it had climbed all the way up to #3. It then stayed on the chart until September and became one of the biggest hits of 2001.

What a fucking nostalgia rush this whole thing was. Radio was at its absolute peak in these days. Just so many good and fun songs. Take me back! 

More of these installments from Totally Hits and Now in the near offing, so if you enjoyed this post, stay tuned!

Highlights:

Blu Cantrell - "Hit 'Em Up Style (Oops!)" 112 - "Peaches & Cream" Missy Elliott - "Get Ur Freak On" P. Diddy, Black Rob and Mark Curry - "Bad Boy for Life" Dream feat. Kain - "This Is Me (Remix)" Usher - "U Remind Me" O-Town - "All or Nothing" Eve 6 - "Here's to the Night" Uncle Kracker - "Follow Me" LFO - "Every Other Time" Sugar Ray - "When It's Over" Willa Ford - "I Wanna Be Bad" Toya - "I Do!!" OutKast - "So Fresh, So Clean" Ludacris feat. Shawna - "What's Your Fantasy" Craig David - "Fill Me In" Dido - "Thank You"

P.S.: I wrote a long Twitter thread about almost all of the songs on this album. I only covered a little more than half of them here in this post, so if you want more observations and fun trivia, check it out!

[nightv4mps]

𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𑁤

in which; you get all dressed up for them!

characters; dainsleif〳diluc〳ayato〳gorou〳wanderer

what you can expect; 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 + 𝐬𝐟𝐰 - 𝐠𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⤑ a lot more sfw then the first version 〳gentle characters〳maybe ooc?? sorry! 〳mentions of human characteristics when talking about hat guy 〳gorou’s part is a little bit more suggestive, but nothing is rly depicted

notes; this is a re-write of my first ever post on this blog ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ i hope u enjoy it! (i got rid of alhaitham and kaveh bc idk……. there were just a lot of characters and i didn’t feel like doing them at the time sorry!!!)

𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐟

- dainsleif was always so stoic, i mean he had his moments where he would be romantic, but even then, he was so composed! you wanted to test just how long he could actually keep up this little façade

you stare at yourself in a mirror, playing with your hair, making sure it was all nice. you lean in closer to poke at your face to check for any imperfections, finding none (cus ur perfect) you smile and do a little twirl.

you hear the bedroom door open, signaling dainsleif had arrived home. you meet his gaze in the mirror before tilting your head at him innocently.

“welcome home, honey!” you smile warmly, turning to face him, your hands behind your back. you watch him just stand there, looking you up and down, his adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to compose himself, obviously nervous.

dainsleif coughs into his fist and looks away from you, “you look… nice,” he ushers out, his words coming out short. you laugh softly and walk over to him, placing your hands on his chest, gently patting his clothed body, “only for you.”

he finally meets your gaze and hums, moving a hand up to your face, gently brushing against your skin, you close your eyes and sigh. “i am a lucky man…” dainsleif mumbles under his breath, words barely legible, but you heard him, loud and clear.

𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜

- you and diluc were supposed to go on a nice date tonight, for some desperately needed alone time. a few hours before, he had gifted you a lovely outfit, along with a necklace. you had, of course felt bad at first, but after a lot of persuasion from your love, you finally let up and decided to get all dressed up

you hum as you observe yourself in the mirror, the low light of the room reflecting on the plentiful jewels on your necklace, a rainbow light glimmering in your eyes.

you look at the door through the mirror as you hear it creak open, as expected, you see diluc, walking into the room, closing the wooden door behind him.

he walked closer to you, his eyes roaming over your body through the mirror, “it looks better on you then the mannequin,” he mumbled. his arms, almost instinctively coming to wrap around your middle, pulling you closer to him, his eyes soft as he meets your own in the reflection.

you let out a soft chuckle, the corners of your eyes crinkling. you rest your hands over his arms, wrapped around you, your thumb rubbing against his clothed forearm. “thank you… for all of this, my love.” you smile at him, once again. he only shakes his head at you, placing a small, chaste kiss on your exposed neck, “please do not thank me, it was merely a small gesture.” you huff and roll your eyes, deciding to let him win, for tonight

𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨

- yet another one that had gifted you a lovely outfit. ayato had told you he wanted you to be his plus one at a gathering, and you, nervously, accepted, having not yet being used to grand parties, but you wouldn’t give up a chance to be by ayato’s side

you smooth out your outfit with shaky hands, a heavy breath leaving your lips. ayato’s head perks up at your nervous actions, immediately beginning to step towards you, “dear, are you alright? you don’t have to go, i’ll be okay on my own.”

you smile at his gentle teasing tone of voice, turning to face him, your arms wrapping around his neck as he stood in front of you, his own arms wrapping around your middle, a soft smile on his own thin, pale lips.

“no, no… i’ll go, i’m just nervous, you know how i get.” you shrug you shoulders, your lashes fluttering as you feel a soft kiss being pressed against your forehead, “need not worry, love, you are officially apart of this family, you deserve to be treated like it.” you nod your head.

the gathering wasn’t all that official, it was supposed to be a light-hearted meetup with friends and family, and even if there were people who dared to defy you, you knew ayato would be there, right by your side to defend you, even if he knew full well that you could defend your own.

𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮

- you didn’t even mean to get ‘dressed up!’ you were simply getting ready for bed, slipping on some sheer clothes, given the warm air of the summer night, and gorou just happened to be feeling a bit… frisky that night

gorou slips into the tent, a sigh leaving his lips, his ears slightly turned downward, shoulders heavy from how tried he was, only for all of that to be completely forgotten as his almost innocent looking eyes meet your figure

“uh… gorou? what are you doing?” your eyes watch him peek over your shoulder, his hair brushing against your cheek. he steps in front of you, eyes staring at you with curiosity, his left ear twitching. “you look good.” he suddenly blurts out, no hesitation in his voice

gorou was usually one to be somewhat shy when it comes to romance, but now, all of that was, for some reason, thrown out the door… or tent opening thingy? “thank you?” you drawl out, you head tilting at him in confusion

“bed.” he mumbled out, his fangs poking out from behind his lips, his eyes observing your every move, his tail furiously swished behind him, obviously excited for…whatever he was thinking about. you were definitely confused and a bit weirded out, but, hey, you weren’t complaining

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫

- he swore he loved hated you for making him feel all… warm and fuzzy, making his (nonexistent) heart pound against his chest. he love, love, loveddd hated how you made him feel so giddy, almost child-like, how his thoughts were only about you. you, you, you! god he was sooo going to kiss kill you…

“you look fine, are we done yet?” your boyfriend huff out, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes refusing to look at you. you pout, “you haven’t even looked at what i’m wearing…!”

he grumbled underneath his breath, rolling his eyes before begrudgingly glancing over to you, blood immediately rushing to his cheeks. he let out a shaky breath, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek. “you-” he cuts himself off, scoffing, “fine, you look fine.”

you narrow your eyes at him, “fine? i just look fine? wow.” you throw your hands up in the air, your voice having no malice behind it, obviously just playing with the puppet ironic heh. he lets out another annoyed huff, biting the inside of his cheek, one of his hands coming up to pull his hat down to cover his face, eyes glued to the floor.

“you look… good, really good.” he mumbled, words barely legible, but you heard him. a soft smile appeared on your face. you come up to him and cup his face in your hands, pulling his head up to look at you before you begin to plant a countless amount of kisses on his face. multiple grumbles leave his lips, yet he doesn’t make any move to pull you away, if anything, his hands grab onto your hips, pulling him closer to him.

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