#not only is he insanely smart and witty...hes also hot as fuck

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

In 1962, Vincent Price joined with Sears and Roebuck to compile a collection of Fine art for their customers. Vincent purchased and chose each individual piece, and his wife Mary framed every one. He also would write a small "synopsis" of the piece, explaining what it is, why he chose it, and a little backstory about the artist.

[renee-walker]

Post 7 Comfort Movies and Tag 7 people

I was tagged by @silver-dream89, thank you bby! This is def a spur of the moment list and a few of these would change if I made the list tomorrow, but it works!

The Matrix Resurrections — I MEAN. The fucking best, most non-problematic ship, an absolutely stellar love story, everyone wears black leather and is ludicrously hot, and Keanu Reeves sits in the tub with a rubber duckie on his head. I just cannot.

The Princess Bride — Imho, one of the most perfect movies ever made. Funny, touching, smart, ethereal. Nothing about it ever gets old to me, and the script is so goddamn fantastic; I must quote this damn movie at least once a day. “You’re only saying that because no one ever has!”

The X-Files: Fight the Future — Forever mad about the bee, but otherwise this movie has everything I love about Mulder and Scully — separation angst, mortal peril, witty banter, that sexual tension that makes me want to climb the walls, and one of my favorite jump cuts that has ever existed in cinema.

Sneakers — Yes Redford is my dad’s age and no I don’t want to think about that. But the ensemble cast is fucking adorable, I will NEVER not laugh at cootys rat semen, and the dancing scene to Chain of Fools improves the quality of my life every time I watch it.

Dirty Dancing — The soundtrack is fire, the setting is gorgeous, and the nostalgia for movies that I loved when I was 15 never leaves me. RIP Patrick Swayze; this movie gets me even more now that he’s gone. Plus, “I carried a watermelon.”

Die Hard — First, it’s a fucking Christmas movie and I will die on this hill. But also it’s just fucking ludicrous and I love everything about how absolutely silly it is, like when German-speaking Hans switches to English to tell ANOTHER GERMAN-SPEAKING DUDE to shoot at the glass. Insanity. But augh, Alan Rickman. “Nice suit.”

Notorious — Like what’s not to love about Ingrid Bergman and Cary Grant smoking, getting drunk, looking illegally hot, and fighting Nazis? And “I was a fat-headed guy, full of pain” or “Say it again, it keeps me awake.” I’m flailing just thinking about it. Might have to put it on tonight:)

I’m tagging @catelyngrant @philipspiderman @the-night-time-rain @ktlsyrtis @lookforastar @danainthedogpark @dealanexmachina but natch only if you want to play!

[cakejerry]

Asks

I mean yeah. You and two dozen thousand locals every other month. Literal korean prince recalibrating world beauty standards etc. It's so serious for me

No but this fic is kinda insane tbh

Damn baby sending me a 115k word long fic tagged bottom jimin and enemies to lovers is... Uhh... Damn! I will report back once I read it (if I manage to finish it 🤨)

Literally jungkookers will NEVER win this fight. Jimin's taste is ascended, y'all would never get it

I will comment soon but yeah. Core memory of hearing dynamite on the radio and being ... Disgusted by the fact that I used to stan jiminnie like??? I stanned someone who sounds like this?????

Literally... Not to mention they sounded like shit and strained and he was never EVER gonna get them right live.... Bc they're not whistle notes either he was just singing badly in a register that comes easy to him (idk how to describe it but girlies who can hit those notes and terrorize their neighbours every weekend (me) can relate)

Yayy! 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 He should grow a spine and a sense of superiority tbh I curse god for making him so humble... Thats NOT always a good thing!!! Idol of idols tbh the rest are just riding on the coattails of HIS success

Its giving trot... It's giving manele/turbofolk/laiko/whatever it is in your country like the weird intonations and vocal tremors..?? The first two lines of ctt tripped me out SOOOO bad just like the first two lines of oh!gg- lil touch like it just scratches my brain and nottttt i a good way. Someone go listen to that song and tell me you agree like the "mUll↓↑Ani" and "neo do giEokH↓↑Ani"??? Someone who majored in vocal theory come here we need you. When he sings live, casually he sounds saurrrr good- the "stuck with you" in the recent bangbomb???? He ATEEEEE jiminnie what are you DOINGGGG

Andddd blocked. Only I'm allowed to be sassy on my blog. Also I am extremely smart and sexy and funny and hot and intelligent and witty you wish you fucking wish you were me!!!

[itsukkie]

friends i fell in love with

a quick rundown of the people i’ve liked throughout my teenage years and which haikyuu boys they remind me of (self-indulgent and feeling nostalgic)

The Best Friend (Kuroo)

started to like them in grade 8, right before we went to the same high school

For 5 years, my feelings for them drifted in and out, never really understanding whether I appreciated them as a friend or something more

All night movie marathons where we both had class the next day

Inside jokes that lasted for years

Witty, absurdist humour that had me rolling in public

They were familiar, above all else

Admitted to me, as I was falling asleep half drunk in a quiet bedroom above a house party, that they knew I liked them and they liked me as well

We never talked about that afterwards

Stayed at their house when I got kicked out, their dogs had grown to love me

Extremely well rounded, loved by everyone (class president)

Had a bit of an ego, but like it was well deserved

Would motion for me to lean in so he could whisper something that’d make me crack a smile

Taught me how to play chess

Sometimes his praise would make me blush and I wondered why I felt the way I did

lovingly aggressive towards me 

we’re still close friends

Mr. Perfect (Sakusa, Suna)

Hilarious, seriously I think I’m attracted to wit and humour

Jokes were more on the vulgar side, always seemed to take everything a step past inappropriate

teased a lot, seemed to pick on me more than any of my other friends

Shit eating grin that I’d think about in boring classes

A little emotionally immature

Sarcastic asshole but in the way that gave me butterflies

One hell of an athlete, talking student athlete of the year, 5 times a week, junior national team athlete

Despite their moments of douchebaggery, was extremely kind and considerate

Late one night, I was staying up to finish an art project last minute and they stayed on call with me and showed me all throughout their childhood neighbourhood on google maps

Checked up on me when I went a while without texting, asking just for a sign that I was alive. 

Cares about their mother so much, treats her so well; relearned Russian to surprise her while studying abroad

I once got drenched on my walk to school one morning and they came in the afternoon with a change of socks and a towel (sweet sweet child)

I confessed to them my last year of highschool and they told me they didn’t want that kind of thing in their life (at least not for now). And despite that awkward conversation, we stayed friends for the rest of senior year, they never treated me differently; the same asshole they always were.

Shall I also mention that motherfucker was smart and studious (98% average fuck me up)

The Asshole (Semi) i’m sorry 

Hot and cold

That’s really the best way to describe them

Spent months getting super close, insanely kind, sweet, made my heart flutter with their compliments

Then ghosted me out of nowhere

Got drunk at a party and they sat by my side, gave me water, raking their fingers through my hair to soothe my headache

Pinched my cheek and told me my face was red

And then would pretend to not see me when on campus

I got fed up with their erratic behaviour and stopped talking to them

One of those loves i hated myself for, one that my friends would roll their eyes at

What can I say, I love assholes

Everyone told me I was too good for them, that they were just a douchebag

Got kicked out one night and they spent the whole night with me walking around downtown, eating late night street food and walking around the park until the sun rose

i felt so conflicted, they made me feel so special and so worthless at the same time

Never knew too much about them

Apparently, they were talking with my best friend while we were at our closest…

Pure Angel (Aran, Sugawara)

Soulmates, platonic or romantic i don’t care

Insane at chemistry, the only reason I passed AP in highschool

They learn best teaching others, I learn best when they’re teaching it to me (it’s like we’re meant to be)

Incredibly enthusiastic, shot of espresso, bathed in sunlight kinda person

Made me feel safe, the comfort i felt around them is indescribable

I liked listening to them rant and I never felt pressured to keep up the conversation or to force myself to say something witty

I felt at ease around them

I always made them laugh. Had the most beautiful smile

I loved their hugs. God they were the highlight of my day.

I would ask “can I kiss you” sometimes, and they would wordlessly lean their cheek in for me to peck

Patient, always sounded happy when I called

My first ever beta-reader

insanely logical mind that always got me through my writer's block

Not amazing with negative emotions but was always willing to listen

I stayed in North America for university, they went off to study in Europe.

They’re planning on settling down there. 

Since my career goals keep me here, I couldn’t study in Europe just for them, and I couldn’t ask or expect them to follow me. 

I still cry because I miss them

We keep in touch online

[alirhi]

10 Sebastian roles as boyfriends

Because... I'm bored and I feel like it. 😂 Probably some spoilers for, like... everything? So yeah... That.

Putting it under here for easy scrolling:

10: Chase Collins

Who doesn't love a goofball? In the first half of the movie, Chase is basically perfect. He's sweet, funny, not all caught up in his ego, and actually pays attention to what the girls around him are saying, not just to what he wants to hear. If not for the whole... it was all an act to get close to Caleb and try to steal his magic thing, Chase would actually be a damn good high school boyfriend. He's adorable and would be a fun date, but he's also only 18 so best not to start making long-term plans lol. Also, y'know... the whole psycho revenge/power grab thing.

9 Jack Benjamin

Y'all. Y'all. Words cannot describe how much I love Jack. Pretty sure I've made this clear. As a person/character in general, he's absolutely in my Top 3 - not just of Sebastian's characters, but any character ever. ❤ But as a boyfriend? Boy's got baggage. It's what makes me so protective of him, but seeing as how he's trapped in the closet thanks to his overbearing homophobic family and the insane expectations heaped on him, as the show left him, he can't handle an honest relationship. He's too easily influenced by all the wrong people, poor babe.

8 Chris (Destroyer)

On paper, undercover cop sounds cool and exciting, but even if you ignore the fact that he, y'know, dies... Chris got in too deep and kinda lost the mission, so to speak. Best case scenario, you're his sexy partner and in on it all with him and end up on the lam for the rest of your lives. Worst case, this man lies for a living, so can you even trust him? And... yeah. The whole dead thing. Chris is hot af but getting involved with him is a recipe for disaster.

7 Ben

Min and Hathor have mercy, I love Ben! He's smart, he's snarky, he's caring and loyal... he's an absolute disaster. He's another one who seems allergic to honesty, until his lying and avoiding nearly kill his girlfriend. Not exactly relationship goals lol. Everything before totally was, though! Ben's adorable, and I love how he stayed up all night to protect his girlfriend (from a ghost/demon thing... with a baseball bat. I said he was smart, not perfect, okay? XD points for effort lol)

6 Mickey Henry

I. LOVE. MICKEY. Oml I love Mickey. He's a spazz and - even more so than Ben - an absolute disaster of a human being, but I love him. Pros for dating Mickey Henry: he's fun, he's carefree, he'll cook for you even though he's kinda bad at it lol, he loves his son and wants to be a good dad, he wants his partner to be happy and to love life as much as he does. Cons, and the reason he's not higher on the list: He's a pushover; easily influenced by the toxic people in his life, and it gets him into a lot of trouble. Being easily influenced by toxic dumpster fire of a human being Chloe almost lost him the partial custody of his son that he barely even had. He's an absolute sweetheart, but he's a complete man-child, and dating him would often feel more like raising him.

5 Frank "Suffer Buddy"

Come on! You know he and Mickey had to be back-to-back - they're practically the same character! 😂 Frank is Mickey... slightly more grown up. He's still a disaster, but he's respectful of boundaries, he's caring, he's funny in a dry, witty way that I just adore, and hoo lordy that man is a giver! 🥴🥵 Honestly, if he didn't smoke and didn't ditch Daphne in the middle of a party hours away from everything familiar to her surrounded by strangers to go do drugs, I'd call Frank perfect. He listened, he respected her wishes, he tried to keep some distance between them when he found out she'd gone on a date with his best friend (it failed utterly and brought us to the "damn that man's good with his mouth" portion of the movie lmao but still)... I don't have a whole lot of experience with men who actually give a shit, okay? So Frank is like a goddamn unicorn to me lmao. But that drug thing... That keeps him at the bottom of the Top 5 for me. Sorry, bb

4 Bucky

I can already hear everyone on here raging at me for placing Bucky so low on this list, but hear me out: I love this man. I love all four iterations of this man. Flirty 40s Bucky was a doll (fun date, not commitment material). Post-POW camp 40s Bucky had a fire to him that set me on fire. The Winter Soldier can choke me any damn day. Unf. And TFATWS Bucky... Oh, lady above, 2023 Bucky is a gem! He's sweet, snarky, and broken. He feels utterly, wretchedly alone in the world, and everyone around him, including his only friend, is telling him to "man up" and "make amends" for shit that was never his fault to begin with, rather than helping him come to terms with all that he's suffered and all that he's survived. Bucky needs and deserves love. A relationship with him would be so solid, if he found the right person... But it would take a fuck ton of work. He needs someone strong, patient, and more stubborn than he is to prod him until he finds a better therapist and actually opens up, and to keep him on track because even good therapy comes with homework. He does have to "do the work," Sam was right about that much, but he was way off base with what that "work" is. Bucky needs help and understanding, and he would be an amazing boyfriend... if he found someone with the strength to help him weather his nightmares and flashbacks, and help pull him out of this PTSD pit he's been in since 1943.

3 Chris Beck

Big brains turn me on, okay? 😂This man is an astronaut and a surgeon! Yes, please! Come here, you sexy genius! He's smart, he's funny - pretty sure Sebastian is incapable of playing anyone who's not delightfully snarky lol. He's pragmatic when he needs to be but there's also nothing he wouldn't do or risk for the ones he loves. This man is husband material and I cannot be convinced otherwise! So why isn't he #1? Cuz of the whole... spending years in space, thing. Super cool job and I'd be his biggest fan on the ground, but god damn, I would miss him while he's away!

2 TJ Hammond

Look, I'm gender fluid and he's a little bit bi 😂😂😂 Let me have my fantasy, okay? TJ's definitely got a lot of shit to work through, but love brings out the best in him. Before that fucking closeted shitbag broke his heart and stomped on it for good measure, TJ was clean and sober for months, he was happy, he was playing piano again, he was pulling himself together. Not only would he be an amazing boyfriend, but his partner would get the extra joy of getting to watch their love and devotion to him be the thing that saves this beautiful man's life. It's not healthy overall to tie your self worth and will to live to a relationship, but if he found the right person who would be there for him through all of life's shit and stick it out, I think he'd be okay. Even after his lowest point and without the support of his family, TJ still had a dream and he still chased it. He's not just the sweetest person to ever grace our screens, but he's ambitious and business-savvy, too. Keep him off drugs and watch this man take over the world, I'm telling you!

So why is TJ only #2? Well, besides the fact that he's like 99% gay and I have no bits he'd be interested in lmao, there's also the fact that this guy owns my heart:

1 Will Franklyn

And not just because we get to see him wet and mostly naked lol. Will is fucking perfect. I would die for this man... because he's already shown that he would die for his love. He almost fucking did, and they weren't even together yet! He's smart and very aware, he's a writer so we'd get to bond/geek out over books together, he's not all full of himself (self-deprecating humor ftw!) and he's willing to help a total stranger despite actual mortal peril, just because it's the right thing to do. Fierce, intelligent, sassy, strong-willed, and a flawless moral compass? YESYESYESYESYES! Forget boyfriend - let me MARRY this man! 😍🥰

[keravnous]

- agent 14/agent steven haines; my drug is my baby (nsft, smut)

It's hot out and Steve's wide awake. His bedroom windows are opened and there's a soft breeze rolling in, toying with the curtains and leaving a soft trace on his warm skin. He sighs and rolls on his stomach, blindly reaching out with one hand, until he touches his phone. His hand clutches around it and pulls. The display blinds him for a split second and he curses under his breath. No new messages.

He's not really surprised. The only person messaging him these days is 14 but they aren't really talking right now, with both of them still being so goddamn angry, so that's that.

He mindlessly checks his social, a former frat getting married, another couple buying another dog and someone's new car. He doesn't care, he can't even bring himself to act, to convince at least himself, that he does. He's missing something. Someone.

His thumb hovers over the display.

No. Yes. No.

He can hear the city breathe. Cars honking, the tram and a slight wind rustling the few leaves this grey concrete hell hole still has to offer. He misses the sound Warren makes, when he's asleep, how soft his breath is.

Steve shakes his head, as if that would have him get rid of the thought more easily. He misses his warmth, how he sometimes hooks one leg around his, arms stretched out. When he's asleep they don't fight.

Steve knows that he can't blame it on 14, they both are to blame, they both are equally responsible. If one of their superiors ever were to find out what they had been doing these past months they'd both vanish from this earth, erradicated like they'd never exist, justified by their act of treason.

And yet there they are: fighting. Rather with their fists and teeth, than with words. His colleagues start to notice the bruises (and even though they don't say a word he is still paranoid about it). Not all of them are born out of aggression, most are a result of the lust that captures their fucked up minds once the violence starts to blossom between them. It turns them on, it turns Steve on, when Warren's hands connect with him in the worst ways possible. It makes his blood sing and his dick hard and he just wants. Wants to press the other man down and take take take until the taking becomes an act of giving, which always errupts the most beautiful sounds from Warren.

He hates himself for the thought, but everything could be just perfect, they could be perfect, like handmade pieces carved to only fit each other. But it's not like that, it's way more hurtful. Their opinions on work, on the government and secret agencies drift apart like Pangaea. It's hell really, one of them starts screaming at one point and then there's no going back. They are both too ambitious, willing to sacrifice everything for their jobs and sometimes Steve wonders not if there will be, but how huge of a blood bath they will go down in. The thought scares him and he knows it scares Warren too, but they don't talk about it, keep their fears far away from each other, locked behind thick vault doors.

They often try their hardest not to talk about work. But eventually, like most people who only really live for their jobs, they drift back to it. It's Steve, who hates that Warren himself is somewhat a criminal and it's Warren who hates, that Steve won't admit that he isn't far form it himself.

They blame and attack each other for failures or provocations of their respective employers and it either ends in slammed doors or sweaty bodies sticking together.

Steve misses it, the adrenaline that shoots through his veins in these moments, the way Warren's body responds to his, how the other feels under his fingers. He misses misses misses and it keeps him awake.

He thinks about the last time he's seen Warren, squirming beneath him, throwing his head back, arching into his touch while throwing slurs his way. Steve thinks about him, about his touch. It's torture and he rolls back onto his stomach, while his mind conjures up a truly beautiful, delicious image.

Steve's sitting down, legs spread wide, back straightend but relaxed nonetheless. Warren kneels in front of him, cheeks slightly reddend, his hands carefully resting on Steve's firm thighs. His eyes are trained on Steve's hard dick, obscenely standing against his abdomen. Warren's bleeding. His nose looks broken and blood slowly tickles over his plump lips, down his chin. His tongue darts out, licks it away, cleans his lips.

Steve groans quietly and rocks his hips into the mattress once, twice, his hands gripping into the sheets as he rocks against the surface, growing hotter and harder.

He had betrayed him, sold his secrets, endangered Steve's life and thus, he has to show him his place again. Warren's eyes are trained on his cock and Steve hums, gently places his hand on the back of 14's head, runs it down to his neck, around to the front and presses down. The noise that erupts from Warren's throat makes the hairs on Steve's body stand up, as he slowly tilts his head back, giving Steve better access to his throat. Blood runs down the delicate, pale skin, pools between Steve's fingers. He runs his hand up again, brushes across Warren's lower lip with his thumb, then forces three fingers in. He gags, his eyelids flutter, before he starts sucking.

Steve moans. The sound is deep in his throat and his boxers are groing tight fast. He impatiently pulls the front down and himself out, raises his hip and closes his hand around his dick.

"You want the real thing, don't you, pretty boy?" Warren's bloody chin now dripples with saliva and he nods, hums around Steve's fingers. He pulls them out and looks at Warren, hits him another time across the face for good measure.

"Come on then, right your wrongs", Steve leans back and Warren lashes forward, tongue darting out and licking a wet stripe from the base to the top.

Steve tucks at himself and moans. It doesn't replace Warren, his scent, his touch, how he feels around and underneath him, his voice but it'll do, if he keeps himself focussed enough. He hates him so much, it makes his stomach twist, he hates his arrogant smile, the edge to his voice when he feels superior and his strut, how he tilts his shoulders back. Steve wants to take one of his cigarettes and burn his delicate skin right there between his shoulder blades, so he won't act all high and mighty anymore. Steve also wants so put his hands on his skin, his body and worship it, every little mole, kiss it until the world ends, burning and crumbling by the wars they wage.

He spits into his hand, rubbing his own saliva around his dick.

Warren leans in, all wet lips, blood and saliva and throaty groans and closes his lips around the tip of Steve's cock. His tongue swirls around it in the warmth in his mouth, hot liquid dripping down the hard shaft.

Steve rolls around, thrusting into his fist, his head buried deep in his cushion, moaning from the back of his throat. His body feels lonely, oddly cold, even though it's warm out and in his bedroom as well, and he raises his free hand, runs it across his flushed chest in a manner Warren would. It makes his heart flutter and his dick twitch.

"You like that, huh?" Warren lets his dick go with an obscene sound and hums deep in his throat.

"Yeah, fuck, I do."

It's what sends Steve to do an insanely stupid thing. He reaches out and grabs his phone, unlocks it while cupping his balls with one hand, squeezing and tugging, while scrolling through his contacts.

The voice on the other end sounds tired, not angry at all. Steve would like to be it the other way around, he wants to be yelled at, hit and torn.

"Why the fuck are you calling, it's literally three in the morning", there's a little yawn and Steve wishes he'd be here, "You better be bleeding out somewhere to bother me now, Haines."

He wants to hit him back with something witty, smart, rude but there's nothing more leaving his mouth but a moan, as his hand wanders up his dick again. There's silence on the other end. It makes his blood race, boil.

"Haines?"

"Yeah fuck, who do you think it is?", his voice is deep and buried in his throat. He groans.

There's a low chuckle on the other end. He wishes he could see that smile, he wishes he could tear it off of Warrens face.

"You ain't really getting yourself off right now, are you?", and when there's no answer just a deep and low sigh, 14 tsks, "That's actually pathetic, Haines."

He sounds wide awake now. Good.

"Tell me", there's shuffling on the other end, "Tell me what you're doing, you moron."

Steve smiles and tugs at his dick, with Warren purring deep into his ear. "Fuck, I'm", he sighs, feels the tension running deep through his stomach, "Touching myself."

"And you're thinking of me? How cute. Ain't you ashamed of yourself, Haines?"

Usually it's Steve who has the upper hand in the little dangerous game they're playing, it comes naturally with him being the higher ranking one, but he will make an exception tonight. Warren's tone is spurring him on, how he talks down on him. He would love for Warren to be here, for Warren to look and talk down on him, to spit in his face and sneer at him.

The words leave his mouth quicker than he can act against them.

"Wish you were here, fuck, touching me."

_

The next morning Steve's late to work. He doesn't even remember the last time he hasn't been on time. Must've been years ago. His chest burns as his shirt rubs over the sore skin. Warren had told him to run his hands over his chest harder harder harder until his nails had scraped the skin. The stinging sensation feels good, it's a nice reminder of last night.

As he rushes towards the FIB building across the empty plaza, he sees a figure leaning against one of the chairs.

"Late, Haines?", it's Warren. He's smoking a cigarette.

Steve raises his hand and shows him his finger.

He knows he's fucked, they both are.

_

It's Wednesday when he gets the mail and Friday when he enters the meeting room. His boss is there and so is Mrs. Rackham, he's seen her once or twice, but this time she's not alone. There are other agents with her and, of course because his life's just gotta be like that, 14 is there too.

His gaze drops to Steve's take-away cup and his lips curl into a smug grin. "If I knew we were having a potluck, I would've brought something as well", his voice is deep and calm, collected, like velvet and Steve'-s pulse sings with it.

"14", Mrs. Rackham's voice cuts through the air, admonishing, like a mother scolding her child.

Now it's Steve's time to grin and he drops his free hand to his belt, hooks one thumb underneath it and cocks his hips forward, looks at Warren. It's the same look he shoots him when Warren sinks to his knees to obediently suck his dick and he eyes him up and down. 14 blushes, his gaze drops.

Steve bathes in his display of power, the feeling that erupts from it takes him flying high. To them, it looks like 14 is listening to his superior but only the two of them know that he isn't. Only the two of them know that he's bowing to Steve's will. They had a change in their power dynamic last night and Steve is not willing to accept that, maybe he's even afraid to do so.

As they take their seats they look at each other once more and Steve feels his stomach flutter.

_

They were at each others throats the second they found themselves to be alone on the floor. Now, only a few minutes later, Steve has Warren bend over the sink of the bathroom. The door is locked but the idea of them being caught, someone seeing how he toys with one of the leading IAA Field Agents, still excites him. He has one hand around Warrens throat, his thumb pressing his chin upward, their eyes meeting in the mirror.

14 is crying. Small, thick tears run down his cheeks, silent evidence of his denied orgasm. He's very pretty that way, Steve thinks, when his cheeks redden and his eyes turn dark, like the stormy sea and his hair's in a mess. He loves it when Warren cries, the sounds he makes and-

"Please."

Steve stops his slow and deep thrusts and blinks dumbfounded. One, two, three seconds pass until he moves again. Laughter spills out of his mouth, deep and satsified.

"What a pretty sound for a pretty boy, huh?", his hand strokes over Warren's ass cheek, gently kneading the flesh below the palm. It's soft and warm and it grounds him.

His voice drops in both, octave and volume, as he leans forward, shoving himself even deeper into 14, lips against his ear. "Say that again", he whispers, tongue darting out and toying with his earlobe.

"Please, Steve. For fucks sake, please fuck me", Warren moans and throws his head back, pressing his throat into Steve's palm more firmly. He presses down and Warren yelps, squirms and their gazes meet in the mirror once more.

Warren holds his own mouth shut with one hand, drowning his moans and screams, as Steve ruts into him like an animal gone wild, fucking them both senseless.

_

Steve's phone rings and he picks up, opening another bottle of wine.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"So, you're still alive then?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I am." Why wouldn't I be?

"Good. Just wanted to check."

"Warren?"

"Yeah?"

"Should I be worried?"

"No", and he trust him, because the word carries all the fear, all the thoughts that Steve grew so painfully familiar with.

_

The next time they see each other is a rather spontaneous thing. Well, at least Steve hasn't invited Warren over but there he is, standing in his doorway, hair a mess, his leather jacket on. He eyes Steve up and down, his gaze stops at the obvious bandage around his upper arm. Warren slowly raises his hand and gently touches it. Steve doesn't flinch.

"I saw the news", Warren says, his voice low and nearly inaudible.

"I'm fine."

"You got shot", he looks seriously upset now.

"I'm still alive, ain't I?"

And then he's on him, arms around his neck, lips pressed onto his own, hungrily devouring him. Steve feels Warren's warmth radiating against him and he slips his hands under his jacket, pulls his firm, muscular frame closer, flush against him. "I-, I was-", he doesn't have to say it, Steve knows anyway. Afraid, Worried, Scared, Frightened.

"I'm still here, pretty boy", he runs his good hand through Warren's dark hair and they look at each other and Steve knows, it hits him like a train, that they are both gone. Warren's gaze is soft and it's so beautiful, but somehow Steve wishes he'd yell at him again, lash out and throw hands at him. That was easier to handle than whatever they just turned into.

They are gentle with each other, for the first time. It's all slow kisses, soft touches and intertwined bodies, heat and whispered words. Steve holds Warren by his hips as he grinds down on his dick and gently brushes over his abdomen, his hip bones and chest with his hands, wants to feel and discover every inch of his body. Warren leans down and kisses him, soft and warm, plush lips that gently move against his own, a tongue darting out, making its way into his mouth. It makes his stomach flutter and fingertips tingle, so he hooks his good arm around his waist and helps 14 to rock onto him, the other hand gently resting on his leg.

They cum with their foreheads pressed together firmly, so close together that their eyelashes are nearly touching, gazes locked on each other. Steve pulls Warren close after that, hooks his good arm around him and it doesn't take long until they are at each other again, kissing gently, hands wandering, tongues touching.

_

Steve wakes up in the early hours of the next morning, Warren's back pressed against him. His breath is easy, he seems to be sleeping still. Steve buries his nose in his neck and breathes in. Out. In. Out. In - until he falls asleep again.

_

Ignoring each other at work and during the breaks becomes increasingly harder. Steve is getting itchy with the stress it puts onto him.

_

"The fuck did you do?", Warren slams his glas down. It doesn't break but Steve hears it shatter anyways. Of course they'd fight once again, once more. Maybe they never really stopped, maybe they were just on a break, an armistice.

He's talking about Michael and his associates kidnapping Mr. K.

"This is business, Warren. This has nothing to do with you."

"Are you completely nuts, Haines? She'll have your head for this, Daniels will kill you."

Steve looks at him and his gaze quickly turns into a stare. This is not about him, it never has been and it now dawns on him. He's not even yelling, his voice is firm and nearly a whisper.

"Me? Don't you dare act like you care about me when it comes to this. You're afraid what this will mean for you, aren't you? If they ever unveil that you fuck me, the one responsible for subject K gone missing? What will they think of you then, huh?"

Warren blinks. Once, twice. "Are you fucking deluded, Haines?"

Steve has missed how Warren beats and tears at his clothes and hurts so so so good. He relishes in the pain that 14 is exposing him to, until he can't hold back the gnarling animal in his chest anymore and lashes out as well, hits back and hits hits hits until they are covered in blood.

_

It hurts so good, his cuts and bruises hurt so good. Steve had missed this, missed the pain so much. Warren lies next to him, chest heaving, blood on his hands and his face, it's in his hair and on his legs as well. Steve wants to fuck him raw, until he screams and cries.

Steve wants to make Warren his, and only his. And he's ready to give himself up for it, too.

[domjaehyun]

omg i’m the anon who sent u the six thirty ask and ma’am. jeno fic…. BARK BARK i’m down bad for 00 line rn send help. also just abt haechan like WHY IS HE GETTING IN MY HEAD AND HEART RIGHT NOW !!!! FOR FREE TOO SO DISRESPCTFUL. he is just sooo good at singing i want him to serenade me and on top of that HES CLEVER AND WITTY AND FUNNY ??? why does he have it all i’ll literally die. btw. positions literally my favorite ari album like it has some type of hold on me like idk why but that album … every song …. ari put her whole pussy in that she ate it tf up. and idk y’all she wrote that for me and tumblr user domjaehyun only the rest of y’all stay safe. and what do you mean ‘yes you can ask which ones i’m switching to haechan if you’re curious.’ YOU KNOW IM CURIOUS. hand over precious secrets. ugh I’M SO EXCITED TO SEE ALL THE NEW THINGS YOURE GOING TO WRITE !!!! you’re so talented i literally can’t wait i wish you all the luck in writing them because i am going to be dropping everything to read them whenever they come out. I HOPE YOURE HAPPY WITH EVERYTHING YOU WRITE AND ARE TAKING CARE OF URSELF WHILE U DO SO NO RUSH BABEY ITS ABT WHEN YOU WANNA DO IT !!

:D HI HI I'M HAPPY YOU'RE BACK I LIKE YOU HJSDFKLGJ

i am ... into jeno ... i like him ... or whatever ... 🙄 ugh... BARK BARK IS RIGHT BABY I AM BARKING WITH YOU IN SPIRIT !!! no for real haechan is actually fucking with my life it is approaching brainrot levels . i saw a gifset of him earlier (i rbed it to my other blog) and i . am not kidding when i say this mf literally had me staggering and stumbling in the middle of rite aid while waiting to pick up meds... he makes me SICK i want him. i want him so bad i'm going insane (ended up putting this under a cut bc . this got long.......apologies)

HIS VOICE- please i really might start crying . might do that for real . he has my absolute favorite voice in all of nct.... HOLO WHEN? GIVE IT TO ME. PLS . P L E A S E . he's got such a unique voice oh m y g o d. i'm going to cry ple a se. oh god

NO FR HE'S SO FUCKING SMART HE'S SO . *SOBBING* I NEED TO BE HELD RIGHT NOW WTF LIKE . listen also i just think it's important to note that like . he's funny IN KOREAN to me. yes he's said funny shit in english too but like . he says shit that is just like . Fucking Funny. he has an elite sense of humor i think like truly bc it can transcend language & culture and im like . fuck ... that's so hot ... do you know how fucking intelligent you have to be TO MAKE PEOPLE LAUGH IN A DIFF FUCKING LANGUAGE THAN THEY SPEAK? he's got also like a very physical humor to him i think like that's also so sexy and admirable he's so expressive ... in love with him truly he's so fucking fine what the FUCK

ALSO YES. IMPECCABLE TASTE. also fr i rly do think i like . fw ariana heavy......... like i rly rly do i love her vibes as a person and i love her music and her talent i just adore her sm oh my god. ASFDJGFKD she did this for us 💖 everyone go listen to smth else rn . KIDDING i want her to get all the clout & money she deserves oh my god. ALSO WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE SONG FROM THE ALBUM 👀 OR LIKE I GUESS YOUR TOP FAVES / A RANKING OR SMTH !!! i am curious hehe

and omg okay I DIDN'T WANNA JUST LIKE . INUNDATE YOU WITH INFO YOU DIDN'T ASK FOR JKSGFKFJK JUST WANTED TO BE . SURE YOU ACTUALLY CARED YKNOW !!! but omg okay so . the two fics i'm considering changing to haechan fics from that collection are: obvious from the original collection (currently a lucas fic) & pov from the extended collection (currently a kun fic) ...and ngl i am tempted to also change love language from the original collection too (currently a xiaojun fic) but like . i'm on the FENCE !!! like i like haechan s o much ... but i don't wanna like . idk . make my positions collection like The Haechan Show (even though like. it fucking should be. he deserves it i think) esp bc that wasn't the original plan :( like what if all the fans of the members i was GONNA write about got all excited for the fics and then . i let them down :(

SIDE NOTE I ALSO JUST NOTICED ALL THREE OF THE FICS I WANNA CHANGE TO HAECHAN ARE ALL ABT WAYV MEMBERS I'M SO SORRY THAT REALLY WAS NOT DELIBERATE SJDFGKD haechan is just someone that feels SO versatile to me ... like he can do it all... it's remarkable ...

hhHHHHhh i think whenever i start working on them i might like . do a lil poll and see if ppl would be like . genuinely upset abt it or like . how ppl feel in general .... note: i'm still probably gonna end up doing what i want...bc that is just how i roll 💖 but i would def like want an idea of how it might be received yknow?

SORRY BABY I RANTED AT YOU JDKFGLKSD in my defense... it's your fault . it's not my fault you have thoroughly enjoyable vibes 🙄 THANK YOU SO MUUUUCH THANK YOU IM HAPPY YOURE SO SUPPORTIVE AND EXCITED :D I HOPE YOU LIKE THE STUFF I'M WORKING ON!!! in my mind i am giving u a v big hug (if you want it) bc i like you okay moving on la la la gonna shut up now

[allthingshetalia]

Oh my fucking god I absolutely loved your post about the axis with an s/o who rejected them because they thought they weren't good enough, I also L O V E your attitude on this blog you sound like such a nice person to be around 💕!! I was wondering if you could do the forementioned post but with the allies. Thank you so much in advance! ❤❤

💕omg thank you so much!!! I like to think I am lol you made my day! Thank you💕

America

The American stared at you, causing you to shift nervously. He closed his eyes and ran a hand through his greasy hair.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you!” You gulped. “I’m just not good enough.” You mumbled the last part and shifted nervously from foot to foot.

It was 3 weeks ago today when the American confessed his feelings for you, and what did you do? Tell him you didn’t feel the same way. Oh and Let’s not forget to mention it was his birthday. The only gift he wanted was you being his little precious sidekick, but instead all he got was a blurred out explanation of how you don’t feel the same why and you running out of his house. It was during his party when he pulled you into his room and confessed. Once you left he didn’t bother to leave his room. He locked his bedroom door and didn’t come out till a few days later.

You missed him dearly. And that was how you ended up in his house right now. You were shocked to see the happy American looking so lost and depressed.

Alfred groaning brought you out of your trance. He had his elbows on the kitchen island and his head buried in his hands. His back was hunched and he rubbed at his face. “Alfie.” You mumbled. You were more and more worried the longer you spent with him. You finally got the courage to walk over to him. Your hand reached out and tugged at his shirt sleeve, like a small child.

“How could you think you aren’t good enough for me? I’m not even close to being good! This whole time I thought I would not only have to lose the one I love, but also lose my best friend.” He stood up straight so he was looking down at you. His serious expression was one that always sent shiver down your spine. You winced and decided to be bold. You threw your arms around his waist and buried your face in his shoulder. He quickly returned you hug and pressed his cheek against the top of your head. You pulled away from the hug slightly.

“Can we start over?” You begged. He smiled slightly and rested his head against you forehead.

“You have a deal.”

England

“Will you please talk to me!” You shouted. You followed the angered Brit through his house as he went from room to room trying avoid you.

“Why so you can leave me again?” He spat. Your heart clenched at his words and your hand darted out gripping onto his shoulder.

“Artie please!” He groaned, but finally stopped, causing you to almost run into his back. “I didn’t mean what I said okay! I-I Just”- You stuttered. You groaned and rested your forehead against his back.

“You what?” He asked, urging you to continue.

“I’m not good enough or you.” You whimpered. Hot tears welled up in your eyes and your throat tightened. You felt Arthur’s whole body tense and he quickly turned around to face you. As soon as he saw your tears he gently cupped your face all anger in his body gone.

“What on earth are you talking about, love?”

“I mean, I know you don’t see it but you really are a wonderful person. You’re smart, witty, handsome, and you’re always nice and protective of me. And I’m nothing special. I’m just your average human.” A tear escaped your eye but was quickly brushed away. Arthur’s emerald eyes also threatened to boil over with a few tears. He had no idea you thought so highly of him- and so lowly of yourself.

“You also forgot to mention I’m hot-headed, stubborn, and sometimes just flat out rude.” He chuckled softly. He pressed his forehead against yours. “And you my dear, are anything but average. You are smart, caring, absolutely radiant and nothing less but extraordinary.”

France

“You’re being dramatic!” You shouted. You looked down at the disheveled Frenchman standing right below your balcony. It has been a week since you ‘rejected’ him. Well technically you did reject him, but not because you didn’t like him. You adored him actually, but he was just so perfect that you didn’t know if you would even feel comfortable dating him. Since then he has not left you alone.

“I am not being dramatic! I am a man in love! A man in love is excusable for any act he commits!” Francis shouted. You cringed especially as people walking stopped to watch the scene unfold. You groaned softly and motioned for him to come up. You ran to your door and buzzed him up to your apartment. You swore you could hear him hurdling himself up the stairs and within a few seconds your door flew open. Francis immediately lunges at you, falling to his knees. He wrapped his arms tightly around you pressing his face into your stomach.

“See dramatic!” You huffed poking the top of his head. He did nothing but mumble French words of adoration and thanks into your stomach.

“Will you please tell me what I did! I know you love me! And I don’t mean that in a conceited way. I can see it in your eyes because they shine like mine, with pure love.” He finally stood up and looked at you with desperately. You rolled your eyes at his words and shifted nervously from foot to foot.

“I-I.” You started. You ran a hand through your hair and flopped down on the couch. Francis quickly followed and placed your head on his lap running a soothing hand through your hair. “I’m not good enough for you.” You said finally. You waited a moment for him to agree with you but when you looked up at him he stared at you with his mouth agape and his blue eyes wide.

“You’re lying aren’t you! Whatever the reason is I promise you my precious little rose, you are the only one I will love till the day my country vanishes and I no longer exist!” He swore. The fact he said it so sincerely, made you blush. He really was committed wasn’t he?

“I’m not lying! I’m really not good enough for you.” You sighed sitting up. You turned so you could face him. Francis’ finger tilted your head up so you would look at him.

“How could you think that? You are one of the most angelic, fascinating creatures that have ever walked this earth and I’m not leaving your side until you believe that.”

Not suppose to be sexual!

Russia

The large Russian glared down at you angrily. If you were anyone else you would have tried to flee for you life right now.

He bent down and picked you up so you were eye to eye. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his shoulders and you let your legs dangle at his side.

You winced as his gaze never softened.

“Why are you so mad?” You whispered. You had rejected him a week ago. You would think the fact that you lived with him it would be impossible to avoid each other but the large Russian didn’t leave his room. Until he trudged downstairs demanding an answer. You said you didn’t think you were good enough for him, and that you loved him back, but you felt he deserved someone better. And since then he has been giving you the death glare.

“I’m mad because my Sunflower doesn’t know her worth.” He growled. You looked at him curiously. “How can someone so innocent and pure even begin to compare themselves to someone like me?” He asked rhetorically.

“You’re not as bad as you think you are, Vanya.” You soothed. His eyes softened slightly and his large nose brushed against yours.

“I don’t ever what to hear you say anything like that again.” He pressed a quick and light kiss against your lips. “I don’t deserve you and that doesn’t stop me.” He chuckled lightly.

China

He laughed when you told him.

“I’m just not good enough for you!”

It took him a moment to figure out that that is actually what you believed.

“You are crazy, young one.” He sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. This whole time he thought you had rejected him because you didn’t think he was good enough for you, but now it was the other way around. He knew you loved him but he didn’t know to what extent. He didn’t know if you saw him more as a guiding figure or a lover figure. When he confessed he braced himself for rejection. You could have almost anyone you wanted afterall.

He could promise you love, protection and security. And good food. But he didn’t know if that would be enough for you. When you rejected him he took it very well. He smiled and kissed the top of your head like he always did and assured you that he had no hard feeling and that he didn’t want a single thing to change. And things didn’t change for a while. You still hung out with him almost everyday. You still had sleepovers, still watched movies and ate dinner together. Laughed and joked. Drank tea together. But the subject came around again.

You wondered if he actually loved you. If you had confessed and he rejected you, you would have been bawling your eyes out for the past month. “I will always love you and I just want you to be happy more than anything.” Is what he told you. You then confessed that he was what you wanted. You had been holding it in every time you visited and it finally bubbled over, you then decided you should tell him why you rejected him in the first place.

“You are just shy of perfect.” He smiled. “And that is something people spend years trying to obtain.”

Canada

“Are you insane!” The Canadian yelled. You jumped at his volume. “First you reject me and now you’re saying that you lied and you actually do love me?” He asked. He was much quieter than before, trying to wrap his head around it.

“Yes! I know, that was a horrible thing to do.” He nodded his head in agreement. “We both know you deserve better!” You explained. Matthew quickly stopped in his tracks turning to you with a shocked face.

“That’s why you rejected me? Because you didn’t think you were good enough?” He whispered in disbelief. You nodded your head slowly. Two large arms quickly wrapped themselves around your form. “Maple How could you ever think that?” He sighed.

“You’re Just always so nice. You stand up for other people, you protect them.” Tears started to flow down your cheeks at this point. “You’re hilarious, you’re a great cool. You’re so handsome! I just don’t get why you would want me.” You murmured. You pressed yourself deeper into the large Canadians chest.

“What I see in you?” He chuckled softly. He pulled away from you slightly and cupped your face in his calloused hands. “I see one of the most beautiful, intelligent, strong, and incredible people ever, and I don’t know how you can’t see that, but I guess it’s a good thing or else you would get cocky.” He chuckled.

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Last Christmas

Words: 2900

Warnings: Here we see the smut chapter. Fluff and smut.

A/N: again thanks to my homies @joz-stankovich and @robertsheehanownsmyass for encouragement!! Tag list: @magic-multicolored-miracle @elliethesuperfruitlover @super-unpredictable98​ @bisexualnathanyoung

Chapter 3- White Christmas

Violet unlocked her door and dropped a handful of bags in the foyer. The mistletoe and pine still softly twinkling where Nathan left it made her flush at the memory of their kiss. She shook it off as she struggled to drag in a large heavy duffle bag she collected from the casino.

“Hey, Seamus Finnegan!” she gave a shout and smiled to herself. “Come help me with your shit! Also you've got eight hundred messages on your phone.” Violet finally faced her apartment and gasped. Nathan had decorated while she was out.

White lights trimmed the door to her balcony. The island where they ate earlier shared a similar style to the one above her front door: Pine and some bows and lights scattered throughout. There was a six foot pine tree in the corner by her television showered with white lights as well (in fact all the lights Nathan used were white. Some twinkled, some were stagnate). There were ornaments of every shade of purple, flowers and silver tinsel littered the tree, and again the pine around the wood of the table her tv sat on. Any bow used was a deep purple with silver trim.

“Oh, Nathan.”

That's all Violet could whisper as she ran her hands along the bough that lined the kitchen island. She knew in her heart he would open his mouth and ruin the feeling of contentment and she had right now. Something witty or obscene, so she kept quiet and allowed it all to soak in.

Making her way to the Christmas tree, Violet reached out to touch everything. It was real, solid. Nathan made all of these with his.. magic? She couldn't believe that’s what it was. Magic. He was magical.

His face certainly is magical, too she thought to herself. Cheeks hot as the sensation of his tongue in her mouth flooded her memory. It's been so long, Vi. What would it hurt?

Except it wasn't just about wanting to sleep with Nathan. He challenged her with his smart mouth. Always tacking on a statement that would get him the most attention. That he couldn't just say anything nice or complimentary without sexual or sarcastic wit sprinkled in. But he was vulnerable with Violet when he was still locked up and just last night as he lay dying in her arms. When Nathan trusted someone his walls came crashing down.

And he could be selfish, but so far he used his powers for others. The money he tried to steal to give Marnie and someone else’s baby a better life. Violet knew the young mother didn't steal the poker chip, Nathan gave it to her and told her to take off so she wouldn't get caught up in his mess. The decorations and breakfast this morning, carrying her to the couch instead of leaving her on the floor. That asshole’s tongue at the club. Even trying to comfort Violet as a knife stuck out of HIS chest.

And Violet assumed he drove everyone insane, himself included. Yet he survived. Or found a way. He survived being homeless and whatever went on in London after that storm that affected him and his friends (She googled it, would bring them up later). He even survived prison; for a guy like Nathan that was impressive.

Violet liked some of her clients. She even struck up friendships with the better of them. ACTUAL friendships where they called and hung out whenever her schedule allowed. But this was a tiny seed planted in her heart that started to grow and blossom like the flowers on her Christmas tree. They weren't supposed to see each other ever again, and Violet would be able to uproot her feelings for the flirtatious Irishman and throw them away.

Except he was in her apartment, occupying more than just physical space. With his stupid green eyes and even dumber way he laughed loudly at all of his own jokes before anyone else could. Let's not even start on his stupid, handsome face caught between boyish and a man like puberty couldn't make up it's mind during Nathan’s late teen years and just decided to linger into his twenties. Or his weird body with the baby Bambi spindly legs but muscular arms (with dumb scene kid tattoos) and that chest she touched. With all that death she figured he would be cold, but he was human. Hot blooded, warm-skinned human.

God dammit, Duval. You can't do this. He's probably just doing what he does best when it comes to you. Surviving until he gets home to London. Plus, he's like, way too young for you.

Her sisters were gonna have a field day with this tomorrow at dinner. Would Nathan even want to go with her? She was so lost in her thoughts, that she only just noticed the flowers decorating her tree were her namesake, violets.

Somewhere far behind, Nathan cleared his throat. Violet still jumped, plucking a flower off as she did. “Hope you don't mind I jazzed up the place. Rather boring for a bird like you,” he said with a devilish grin. “I wasn't sure what ye liked. I closed my eyes and t’ought of you and all this happened.” He swept his hand around the room.

“It's rather thoughtful for you.”

“Don't you mean thoughtful OF me?”

“No I definitely meant FOR you” Violet challenged.

For only the second time since they met, Nathan was rendered speechless.. Mouth agape, thick eyebrow furrowed in confusion as he grappled for a comeback and failed. It was only when Violet looked at him struggling that she understood what was going on with her guest as he casually lounged against the wall.

Nathan was wearing one of her sheets wrapped around his lithe body in a makeshift toga. A tinfoil halo laid crookedly on his shaggy head. Violet also took notice of the outline of his member under the sheet. She couldn't help but gawk knowing he was naked. He didn't bother with the wings, as if he was “angel” enough for what he thought he was doing.

Violet laughed out loud and covered her mouth to hide mirthful giggles. Tears sprang to her eyes, and at one point she felt out of breath. Nathan, meanwhile, had a crimson climb up over his face. His eyes betrayed that for once maybe there was some sort of embarrassment going on. He crossed his arms self-consciously and rolled his eyes.

“Are ye done having a laugh?!” just a smidge of hurt in his voice. “Last time turn myself inta a sexy angel!” Nathan jerked his hips and sneered.

“You look so cute! You halo did me in! Be honest,” Violet pursed her lips to express another giggle, “What are you doing?” She could feel the answer before he said it.

Nathan waltzed over to just a few feet from Violet. He ran a hand down the length of his body with mischief in his eyes, “Who me? I go on top, love.”

“Not if I have a say in it.”

Nathan’s mouth hung open in disbelief. “What if I get there first?”

“I've got way more experience than you do. And I always come out on top.”

There was electricity in the air.

“Key word being come,” Nathan’s voice came out sleepier than usual.

His eyes drifted from Violet’s down to her mouth then back up as he teeth bit his entire bottom lip. If that was meant to be seductive it worked.

Violet felt out of her body when she clung to the back of Nathan’s neck so she could bring his mouth down to hers. Their tongues doing battle as she got her fingers wrapped up in the back of his head. Nathan’s strong hands on the curve of her waist so that he could bring her lower half onto the bulge under the sheet. She moaned unintentionally into his mouth.

Nathan was a little aggressive the way he almost choked Violet with his tongue. She bit into it between playful and defensive causing him to back off. Only breaking the kiss to remove her shirt. Their bodies molded together again as they made out in the living room.,

His hands kept flitting over her body in quick succession like he couldn't decide between her shoulder blades or her ass. Making up his mind instead to start fumbling around with the clasp of her bra. To Violet’s delight and surprise he managed to unhook the thing and helped her slide it off.

In a whirlwind Nathan picked Violet up so that she could wrap her long legs around his thin body. Violet took note that he was stronger than he looked as they stumbled through the hall. Tongues at war again while Nathan crashed Violet into a wall where he devoured one of her breasts.

“Ow,” she winced but giggled into his mouth. Her nails deep into the skin of his shoulders and neck for balance.

“Not sorry,” Nathan mumbled.

He bit at a nipple harshly before sucking on it and repeated this back and forth. Growling into her chest with his face inside her cleavage. Violet laughed louder than she meant to at the absurdity.

“OI!” Nathan cried, but joined in the laughter this time.

Now they lumbered towards the bedroom, Violet tugged on his hair and cried out as his tongue flicked and devoured her nipples softer than before. Once inside, Nathan literally threw Violet back on to her bed towards the pillows.

“What the fuck?!” Her face hurt from smiling and laughter. Afraid of what might happen to her expensive Versace panties, she took them off before Nathan could tear into the fabric himself.

Violet bit her finger, her skin goose-pimpled in the cold air of her apartment. Her patience began to grow somewhat thin even as her sex started to pulsate at the sight of Nathan’s erection under the toga he fought with.

“Do you want help?” she offered.

Nathan waved her off and it fell to the floor. His cock surprised her with the still attached foreskin strained against the head. Then she remembered most European guys were still intact.

Violet's view was mostly a short one because Nathan crawled across the bed towards her. That Lord of Chaos shit eating grin from ear to ear as he palmed her knees. He spread them till they touched the sheets. He sucked on her collarbone and pumped a finger or two deep inside Violet. The palm of his hand meeting her sex causing her to buck unexpectedly while he repeated himself a few times. Her actions only encouraged him to keep going

“Where did you learn any of this foreplay? Porn? Trial and error? Juvenile girls with low standards?”

“D. All of the above.” He groaned into Violet’s neck. Fingers still gliding in and out of her.

“Have you ever been with an older woman?”

Nathan startled Violet by staring at her all of a sudden. “How old is older woman?”

Violet grimaced, “Nope. Nevermind.”

Before long, Nathan stopped using his hand and all too hastily started to lap at Violet. His tongue swift and sloppy over her sex not even bothering to find her clit. Rapidly he licked at her slit like she was an ice cream he tried to eat before it melted. It wasn't unpleasant but it wasn't exactly getting her off.

“Nathan?” she cried out the question. “NATHAN!” louder.

He raised his head, mouth glossed with her wetness. “Ahyep?” His eyes heavy with desire.

“This is oral sex, Lucky Charms. Not a fucking pie eating contest. Slow down and put your mouth here,” she brushed fingers over the top of her sex and spread it enough to show him her clit.

Nathan’s eyes widened and followed her finger to the bud of nerves she all but pointed at. “So that's what it looks like,” he marveled.

Violet glanced heavenwards but a part of her felt bad. “I'm being serious, has no woman EVER told you how to get her off?”

Nathan littered her thighs with kisses from the knee towards her pelvis. Making his way up the other to the opposite knee. He smiled at the way Violet’s body arched into the sensation. “Nah. Usually get a quick toss in then never see ‘em again. Marnie was my first missus.”

“Well then just use the tip of your tongue and make small circles.” Her breath caught when Nathan obeyed. “You can suck on.. Like. Fuck,” her hips writhed under his mouth “and just..” she mewled and lost concentration.

He caught on quickly. The rhythm of his tongue matched the way Violet rocked herself into mouth. More and more rapid he worked his tongue between circles and sucking. His actions and her wrapped up in a cycle of give and receiving

Violet vibrated. One hand clawed at Nathan’s neck. The other clutched the headboard as she felt electricity course through her. She bent forward at the power of her unexpected orgasm. The hood of her sex contracted around his tongue, liquified, she screamed his name.

Nathan pushed himself up and laid down on top of Violet before she could get her bearings. His tongue deep inside her mouth again as the head of his cock twitched and poked at her cunt.

“Na-Nathan, what are you doing?” she managed to catch her breath.

“Getting a toss in. Ye had yours, now it’s time t’give us a go. Right?” he teased her with the head slick already with his pre-cum.

“Not without a condom you don't.” Violet wedged her hands between her chest and Nathan’s to push him away. She searched around in her nightstand drawer, hyper-aware of the immaculate knife placed back inside. A flash of his dead body, but she held up a condom instead.

A kiss puckered on lips that fell. “A what?”

“You don't have condoms in Europe?” her eyebrow curved.

“Well sure but I've never used one.”

Nathan was so matter of fact it took Violet by surprise. Still, he took the package from her, hesitating to open it. He was rather tentative about what was inside.

“You've got to be fucking joking,” Violet took the rubber from him in haste and rolled her eyes. “I don't know where your dick has been.”

Nathan kneeled over her legs, his cock at perfect attention. “Aw COME ON!” he whined. “They're mostly clean council estate girls! Once there was one of those Thai ladyboys,” he stroked his chin, “but I didn't even realize my cock wasn't in a fanny”

“Fuck me.”

“I'M TRYING, SWEETHEART!! NO ONE’S EVER SHOWN ME HOW T’PUT ONE ON!”

Violet softened once more and sighed. She laid the condom on her chest and took Nathan by the waist to make him scoot towards her. For shits n giggles she raked her nails down his hips and he buckled with slight pain and pleasure. Violet smirked but took his cock in one hand while rolling the rubber over the shaft and down to the base expertly. She kissed his stomach, erection twitching as he came in proximity to get mouth.

Violet traced a fingertip over the stars he had tattooed down his pelvic bone. “What the hell possessed you?” She gazed up at him through her bangs.

Nathan caressed her cheek down to her lips where Violet sucked on his finger. She nipped playfully at it waiting for an answer. “It's shooting stars (stairs) all the way down t’ the milky fucking way”

Violet immediately regretted her decision to ask. Again. She had to remind herself he wasn't immature per se, more like stunted. Nathan had a good heart under the cushion of sarcasm and arrogance. A heart she placed the palm of her hand against to feel its steady beat.

“I'm only joking. Was a good place t’ hide it from mum. We can shag now right?”

Violet laid back on the pillows and opened up to him. Without hesitation, Nathan plowed into her. That pelvic bone collided with Violet’s as the breath escaped her lungs. Sweat gleamed along his chest and forehead mixed with the scent of her sex as his pace became almost ludicrous. There was pounding and diving into the hilt. As far inside of Violet as she allowed.

This is actually ok, she thought to herself as she attempted to match his speed and failed.

Violet laid under Nathan while he rutted like a wild animal. Breathless and panting as he attempted multitasking: Kissing her and fucking her. He failed at least one and opted to immerse himself in her hair as his body spasmed a release so violent and sudden all that escaped Nathan's throat was a strangled cry.

He collapsed on the pillows beside Violet and almost immediately passed out. She merely snorted, rolled away to check the time. It was then she felt soft, cold pinpoints on her bare arms and chest and hair. What was going on outside in the Nevada desert she registered as happening inside her bedroom.

Violet rolled over to face her lover. Snowflakes covered his bangs and long eyelashes. She held out her hands to catch giant fluffy flakes. Those same flakes fell inches high on her balcony but nowhere else. Violet snuggled into the chest of the man who slept beside her. Lost in his ecstasy, it appeared that he made it snow.

Nathan had given Violet her first white christmas.

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more bc i am unstoppable now

I Am Thinking About My DA Protagonists’ Taste In Romantic Partners both their “usual” type and why they’re drawn to their canon love interest (and the hypothetical ones from other games). i expect no one to give a shit abt this except me lsdfjd but im on a roll and its a good exercise or whatever. i’m sure i’ll use it eventually?????

once again. i know no one gives a fuck but if anyone DOES happen to want to torture themselves and read this pls know all my ocs are bi except zaniyah, who is a lesbian<3

sarenan: 

general disclaimer that “in the circle love is just a game” etc etc etc so while she definitely is more inclined to romantic relationships, she only really had friends w benefits at most

she likes smart people! she likes fun people, she likes people who can get on board with her fucked up sense of humor. she’s witty and charming and loves to flirt just to flirt, and in the circle that wasn’t much of an issue lol. leliana is the first person she ever feels like...foot-in-mouth around, bc suddenly she likes and is attracted to someone and...that’s allowed? it’s all very foreign to her but she falls Real Hard, Real Fast

in a hypothetical da2 romance obviously isabela is extremely hot but also sarenan canonically has a foursome w her, leli, and zev so dLFKKDS it makes sense that bela’s the love interest of choice<3 (but also i think it would be like...friends-to-friends with benefits-to-lovers lol)

in a hypothetical dai romance once again josie is very hot and also so sweet and cute and delightful !!!!! idk if its just me but i see similarities bw origins leli and josie so again it just makes sense to me that josie is the LI for an inq romance :’)

(BUT for the most part. it is pretty hard for me to imagine sarenan w anyone but leli, bc they are the only couple i have that like. makes sense. lmfao)

maeve: 

actually doesnt often have romantic relationships? she has ~flings~ and rarely catches feelings. she describes her type as “anyone sexy” 

(her and isabela do in fact have a brief Thing but strictly no strings attached; this is bc i was very very adamant about romancing isabela when i played da2 and then anders fucking SNIPED me. so i incorporated it into canon i guess. lmao)

her attraction to anders is originally just “sexy tortured man” and then “sexy tortured man that gives free healthcare to poor people!!!!” and then - after it’s clear it won’t be a fwb situation - she realizes she has Actual feelings for him and is like well. its been a good run. guess i’ll die! until he reciprocates dflksdjf then they are kirkwall’s weirdest couple to everyone except themselves :’)

in a hypothetical dao romance her and zev would be classic fuckbuddies who accidentally start having a crush on each other, absolutely refuse to acknowledge it, then someone else in the friend group is like “oh my god PLEASE just kiss we are all going insane watching yall do this” <3

in a hypothetical dai romance im still torn bw sera and bull. maeve would just keep hitting on sera until sera did something about it; bull would be similar to zevran in the fuckbuddies-accidentally-caught-feelings dynamic

alani:

i feel like (depending on the size of the clan etc) alani was prob mostly involved w people she’d known almost all her life. she’s obviously attracted to other ppl who like to learn and stuff, but other than that it’s equal opportunity crushes ykwim. she doesn’t even Know she has a thing about people who are like. puzzles to be solved until solas lol

in a hypothetical dao romance she’d be drawn to alistair bc...who wouldnt be. hes adorable. they’re both warm friendly charming sunshines and i think it’d be natural for them to be drawn to one another. once she realizes he has Baggage she’s like oh. OH. i have to defend you against the world now

in a hypothetical da2 romance i thiiink it would be kinda similar to solas. like oh this bitch has a lot of emotional walls up, he’s got some real shit going on. I Like That. also mage rights, hes a sad sexy doctor, we love a revolutionary, etc. it makes sense imo

zaniyah:

similar to maeve i think she’s more of a fling person than a relationship person, but she has had a couple gfs. she’s not very comfy being super serious but she’s a good gf and is very devoted. generally speaking i think she just likes Hot Ladies but is esp drawn to quirky / weird ppl lol

in a hypothetical dao romance she’d like morrigan bc 1) she’s hot and 2) she’s standoffish lol. she’d take it upon herself to get morrigan to like her as like, a personal triumph, but then along the way realize she has a real crush on her and be like shit? fuck? (the same goes for morg. it would be an oh shit oh fuck moment on both ends)

in a hypothetical da2 romance i think her and merrill would be more like friends to lovers :’) zaniyahs immediately like “youre weird. i like you” also they bond bc dalish etc, and over time she starts liking her more and more. eventually zaniyah just cant take it anymore and kisses merrill, apologizes profusely, etc, and merrill’s like “oh. i thought we were dating?” sldkfjsLDKFJds i care them

(josie is kind of an outlier bc she’s so graceful, collected, knows what to do/say always, etc. i dont believe in love at first sight but if i did thats what zaniyah and josie would be<333)

ranae:

she doesnt like. have a type really. because she’s just been in love w her childhood best friend since forever and doesnt think of what she might like in other ppl bc well. he’s right there? she assumes they’ll be together forever, even if only platonically :( 

when she meets morrigan she’s like oh i like women too apparently. cool?? when she meets alistair shes a little put off by the fact that hes a golden retriever, then clings to him bc Trauma, then VERY begrudgingly realizes she has a crush on him but feels like shes betraying tamlen 

eventually she comes to terms w the fact that like. theres nothing she can do about tamlen unfortunately, and alistair is here and Loves Her and he’s been the only person to make her truly happy in a very long time. it takes a lot for her to think she deserves that, but she does, and the rest is history :’)

in a hypothetical da2 romance it makes perfect sense to me that she’d latch onto the other Elf Who Is Full Of Rage immediately. they are both very intense and it can put other people off sometimes but they dont really care! die mad about it, shem! etc

in a hypothetical dai romance she’d be drawn (platonically) to blackwall bc grey warden stuff, but subconsciously they both kind of feel like frauds, like they dont deserve happiness, etc; theyre both kinda brusque, at least at first, too. she just kinda sees him as a buddy til she watches him bonding w sera or with some kids or something and then shes like  😳 😳 😳 and then angry that shes like that lmao

[waywardfacegarden]

Who is your anime: 1) husband 2) wife 3) babie 4) side hoe 5) squad [pretty much if they could be your best friend group] 6) would be your bff 7) would be your archenemy?

Well, hello there, soulmate!!!💗💙 This question is so interesting asjdaldsj, and it also made me realize I have. Way too many crushes on fictional women... (and men, too, tbh, but with men i have like my top 20 pretty clear [not in particular order, just. my fave of faves LOL] and with women I was like. Oh god. Oh god. Do I mention her... or her... NO, HER... NONONO HER. NO WAIT--)

But okay. PLEASE HAVE IN MIND THAT I HAVE LIKE AT LEAST 20 HUSBANDS, WIVES AND BABIES BUT TO NOT MAKE THIS THAT LONG I’M ONLY MENTIONING ONE EACH.

Husband: Rin Matsuoka from Free! (but you obviously know that already ajdlalhds). Dude, I’m. You already know how much I’m in love with him, I cannot. Cannot. He’s hard-working, kind, talented, charming, smart, competitive, so inspiring, so fucking soft, emotional (i love the fact that he cries with ridiculous romance movies akjdladsj he’s a crybaby i love him), he cares so deeply about his friends and his kohais, he’s such a good leader/captain, too?? and kinda a tsundere which is my type apparently, LMAO. But, YEAH. He seriously makes my heart go all askdjlakdjjlad crazy. It makes so fucking. Soft how he’s so tender when he’s with his kohais, too???? DUDE I CAN’T. I was pretty much melting in that scene where he’s teaching Rei how to swim aksjdlasdj. I also die every time he smiles. But it also adds like. 100000000 years to my life. He’s such a blessing ajdlkakj, thank God for Rin Matsuoka. HE’S ALSO SO FUCKING PRETTY?????? AND HOT????? AND CUTE????????? AND ALLURING AND ATTRACTIVE AND GORGEOUS ALL AT ONCE. GGGGHHHHHHH. I malfunction every time he shows up aksjdladj.

Wife: After like. 20 minutes of thinking about it I realized I couldn’t pick only one so I gave up and decided to say the one I’ve been pretty obsessed with most recently. Momoe Maria from Ookiku Furikabutte. SHE’S JUST SO PERFECT??? She’s badass, she’s so freaking cool, she’s smart and cute and pretty and did I already mention cool???? Asjdhald. She’s the coolest. She plays softball and she’s. A COACH. AND SUCH A GOOD ONE. She’s strong (both physically and mentally) and kind and so, so hard-working and dedicated and I just really, really love her. I also could wax poetic about how cute she is tbh ajsdajh. AND BADASS. Basically, every time she shows up in a game (because she’s. The coach. Everyone falls a bit in love with her imo and HOW COULD YOU NOT?????). SHE’S SO INSPIRING. I admire her in such a deep level uGH. All my respect and unconditional love for this woman.

Babie: Mihashi Ren from Ookiku Furikabutte (look, I’m about to finish the manga and besides Bakugou Katsuki, oofuri is the only thing I’ve been thinking about this week ajdladja bc it’s SO WHOLESOME). Listen, HE’S MY SON, OKAY??? I HAVE SO MANY ALREADY BUT I DON’T CARE. I want to protect him, to tell him he’s amazing and doing so great, and to make him feel better with himself, to make him more confident in his talent and to STOP being so hard on himself BECAUSE HONESTLY, THIS BOY IS SO HARD-WORKING AND SO. ENDEARING. AND HE’S DOING AMAZING. He’s always, always working so hard, and he’s!!!! Such a cute, adorable anxious bean. I just want him to be happy.

Side hoe: (I don’t know what this means LMFAO i hope you don’t mean anything sexual bc i interpreted like someone you would kick ass with LOL). Yuri Plisetsky from Yuri on Ice!! Akjhdjalh LMAO. YURIO I LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH, AND YOU’RE DEFINITELY NOT A HOE BUT. YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT, RIGHT? But YEAH. He’s the one I’d kick ass with. Also he’s????? One of my favorite, favorite, favorite characters ever, I admire him LOTS. AND LOVE HIM. My love for him equals Rin and Bakugou so. Just so you understand LOL. ALSO I BOUGHT HIS HOODIE SO WE WOULD BE TWINS!!!!!!!!

Squad: DEFINITELY BAKUSQUAD. DEFINITELY. They’re morons and completely disasters but they’re!!! My favorite people ever!!!!!!! They’re the kind of people that have your back ANYTIME, that support you and not judge you, that encourage and support you, that is THERE for you. THEY ALSO WOULD BE SO MUCH FUN TO BE AROUND?????? They’re all kind and funny and witty and AMAZING. They’re such good friends. Definitely my fave squad in BNHA and in a lot of other stories (i also love samezuka obviously and team gai from naruto but ajshdaljf i feel like bakusquad is more my kind of friends). They’re my fave kind of people and idk, I feel like I would always be happy around them. They listen, and make everything fun for you, and care, and I wouldn’t mind having to be The Mom Friend with Grumpy Mom Friend Bakugou and having to tutor them with Bakugou too akjdlaj. They would make me insanely happy, you have no idea. PLUS BAKUGOU IS IN THERE. WHAT MORE DO I WANT?????? AND I COULD RAMBLE WITH SERO OF MANGAS ALL THE TIME AND BORROW HIS MANGAS AND AKDJLADJA YEAH BAKUSQUAD (kami, mina, sero, kiri, jirou [YES JIROU IS ON HERE] and baku).

BFF: I WANT KAMINARI DENKI AS MY BEST FRIEND. He’s such a good friend???????? He’s so supportive and so kind and so funny and A RAY OF SUNSHINE and I just think we would get along amazingly I guess ajsdlasdjald Idk I want him to be my friend🥺🥺🥺 He’s also my Bi Icon and he strikes me as a king of memes and he NEEDS to explain them to me bc I never get jokes or memes akdjlasd.

Archenemy: Kinda cheated on this one but: Lio Fiota from Promare. I LOVE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH OKAY YOU HAVE NO IDEA (again, rin-bakugou-yuri-level. He’s one of my biggest crushes). But I wouldn’t mind if he crushes me asdhasdjalsdj LMFAO. He’s just so badass????? and so cool??????? and I probably would just Be Whipped in our fights but idc okay?????? A lot of archenemies are in love with each other okay don’t judge me LMAO. Enemies to Friends trope with my one-sided pining LOL. (The only thing is that he’s so kind that he probably wouldn’t fight me🥺🥺).

ANYWAYS THIS WAS REALLY FUN TO DO, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOPE YOU’RE DOING AMAZING, TAKE CARE, I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!💗💗💗💗

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sam stan ask game!!!! @stanfordsams​​ thanks for tagging me!

Sibling status (younger, middle, older, only child…) -   Only child!

How long have you been stanning for -  I started watching in 2012 and stopped watching after I finally watched s8 on boxset, around 2013/2014 sometime? (I *begged* my dad to take me to Walmart so I could buy it the day it was released) and after binging the whole thing I just... thought it sucked really bad....and started to fall out of the fandom. 2020 slingshotted me back into old obsessions though. I can have a little sam winchester to cope

Favorite Sam era -  sam is my baby in every single season BUT hence the URL, i love bitchy sanctimonious grieving psychic awakening sam from s1 SO much. baby faced coconut head bangs king <3

Favorite spn season, but if the only criteria was Sam’s hair - season 2 or 3 definitely. he has a rough patch while it’s growing out for a couple seasons and it finally looks good again in like, season 11, but peak sam is short haired sam. he looks like a lesbian and i love it for him <3

Favorite Sam-centric episode - does croatoan count??? that’s an absolute banger of an episode from start to finish....the codependency....the crying....i love everything about it. if that doesn’t count tho then born under a bad sign, jared is SO good at acting unhinged. honorable mention to playthings, the greatest episode of all time (jirt)

Any ships you may like to mention -   samruby. why? genevieve padalecki sexiest woman alive and sam drinking demon blood was his RIGHT he DESERVED a hot girl summer. one of the fundamental reasons i get obsessed with this show is the extremely fucked up character dynamics and samruby really fits the bill

Favorite song you would/have put in a Sam playlist -  numb by linkin park............this is so chaotically embarassing of me and i don’t even listen to linkin park anymore but that song is such a sam song, esp around s4/s5, that i have to believe it was written about him only

If you could steal one thing from Sam’s wardrobe, it would be - purple dog shirt!!!! i actually used to own one and outgrew it and when i finally get another stable job i am going to order another one <3 it’s my right as a lesbian and as a s1 sam stan

Complete the sentence: If Sam cishet, why... -  if sam cishet, then why unclean in the biblical sense?

Favorite unhinged Sam moment -  full on ugly crying-sobbing about having to kill werewolf gf in heart and refusing to let dean do it because she asked *him* to, and how this parallels the season arc of sam begging dean to kill him if he has to

You must have some intense headcanons you need to talk about, tell me one Sam hc that drives you insane - in the spn that lives in my head, sam is a lesbian so....that is my favorite headcanon i love to imagine lesbian sam struggling to put up with misogynistic dean and his femaleness/homosexuality heavily contributing to her feeling of being unclean and fundamentally wrong/sinful. in terms of headcanons that fit the actual show i love how multifaceted we know sam to be, even though we see so little of it on screen -- he’s smart and nerdy but into health and fitness and is kind and compassionate, likes children and animals, etc. when dean dies and sam settles down with his family, he gets & trains a therapy dog (that looks a lot like riot who he had to leave behind with amelia) and takes it to help sick kids in the hospital <3 ALSO after leaving the hunting life he becomes a nurse since he’s basically been a field medic since birth. oh and ALSO he loves to cross-stitch even though his ginormous hands make it hard <3 OK I AM DONE but i could definitely keep going. oh and btw he’s gay and his blurry wife was actually a man. dean jr is the biological son of a hunter that gets killed on a hunt. OK IM DONE FOR REAL

Tell me something about the hbo Sam that lives in your brain -  i’m gonna be honest i’ve never seen hbo in my life so i don’t really want to say anything inaccurate but i wish in a more gritty or grimdark version of spn sam’s mental illnesses and his suicidality, disordered eating, etc would have more screentime.

Oh no, the writers forgot to give Jess a personality! Now it’s up to you. Tell me, what was Jess like - I feel like jess was the epitome of an all-american girl. I bet she was raised solidly upper-middle-class with two parents who loved her and had respectable jobs. she has a sister who lives in a different state who she is close with but in a normal way. and part of what sam adores about her is she’s just so...Normal...she’s like his embodiment of his ultimate fantasy and desire to live the American dream. i feel like that’s exactly why demon brady introduces her to sam, because he knows she is sam’s perfect fantasy of an apple pie life. And despite being so Normal she’s supportive, kind, insanely witty, and sees through sam’s defenses and deflections instantly. she knows there is something Wrong About His Life and doesn’t care. even if he can’t tell her the truth about his childhood he knows she would believe and love him if he could tell her, and he loves that about her. she pushes him outside his comfort zone a little bit to make him enjoy college a little bit more and always beats him at any game they try and play. i miss jess and i hope she and sam get to reunite in heaven!!!!

)Biggest injustice Supernatural committed against Sam (be as brief or as ranty as you desire) - i’ve only watched up through the first part of s11 so i don’t know what else bullshit will happen in the course of the show, but as of right now I would say gadreel possession. sam was ready to give up his life to shut the gates of hell and dean stopped him, had gadreel take his form to trick sam into agreeing to be possessed, and then lied/gaslit/emotionally abused sam about it for weeks (months?) and gets extremely upset when sam has the gall to be mad about it. after how much he has suffered being a vessel for lucifer, for having no autonomy over his life at all, this was just so cruel of dean and i’m so mad that the show never lets him get really fucking mad about it!

And finally, just say something about him that makes you smile ♥ - he has so much faith in everything and everyone despite how hard his life has been and how much he has been punished for his faith repeatedly throughout his life. he is a good man who will give himself up for others or the greater good in an instant. and he looks like a very huggable puppy despite being extremely muscular <3 sam is my ultimate comfort character.

i tag, anyone who follows me and wants to do this but hasn’t yet! tag me in your responses so I can read them if you do it <3

[euhande]

⟨ SIMAY BARLAS. CIS FEMALE. SHE/HER. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, HANDE DEMIR is actually a descendent of A R E S. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-TWO year old PRE-LAW MAJOR from ÜBERLINGEN, GERMANY has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite AMBITIOUS & ABRASIVE. 

BACKGROUND

hande’s mother is a highly accomplished aerospace engineering graduate from one of berlin’s premiere universities, having worked for various defense companies as a missile specialist since graduating with her master’s degree. she may basically be a rocket scientist, but it’s not rocket science to figure out why ares was attracted to her 😉

they began a tumultuous, on-and-off again relationship that would last for 5 years, and it was only when hande was born that ares dropped the bomb on her mother that monsters were going to try and eat their baby, so she better buckle the fuck up and get ready to raise a demigod

that was the essentially the ending of their relationship — ares became an absent father the way most greek gods are, intermittently sending birthday cards every few years but often getting the dates wrong. she can count on one hand the amount of times she’s met him in-person outside of being a baby, while her mother has been a constant (if sometimes suffocating) presence in her life. she wouldn’t say much about hande’s father when prompted by baby hande, just that he was an asshole and didn’t deserve to meet her, which, fair

from the time she entered kindergarten, it was obvious that she was highly intelligent but had, to put it mildly, explosive behavior problems that would routinely disrupt class time. students were constantly picking fights with her for reasons beyond the teachers’ comprehension, often times materializing from thin air or being an extreme overreaction for typical kid teasing and shenanigans.

schools didn’t know what to do with her. they tried claiming she had emotional problems, they tried moving classrooms, moving schools, and nothing worked. it wasn’t until she was eleven that she was found by a satyr and encouraged into joining a demigod camp over the summer, so that she would be able to control what was undoubtedly emerging odikinesis

that same year, her mother found a higher-paying work opportunity and relocated them to a small city near the swiss border called überlingen, which is home to a prominent defense company that manufactures, you guessed it, missiles. it was a shit ton of change coming from both mortal and demigod sides at hande, and she was resentful of her mother for years for hiding such a crucial fact from her... nevertheless, she was grateful she had a chance to start fresh in a new place and was able to explore the demigod side of herself at the demigod camp in athens   

it was pretty obvious she was a child of ares, but she wasn’t claimed until she punched a boy in the teeth for harassing her and knocked out a couple of his teeth. iconic queen.

an elite german boarding school nearby was where she attended mortal school, admitted fully on her merits (the discipline record was conveniently covered up by the mist), but it’s not like she could magically wish away her powers and function as a normal mortal in school. she had a shaky control of her odikinesis up until she was a teenager, and would often provoke other people in her grade, both accidentally and on purpose. she gained a reputation among her school as one of the more... well-known residents, and while she graduated without getting into a fist fight (on school grounds, that is), she also graduated with no friends.

eonia university was the logical place for her to attend college, elite and rigorous enough to satiate her ego while still being a haven for demigods, and she’s currently majoring in pre-law with the intent to go to law school and become a lawyer!

PERSONALITY

she’s an acquired taste for sure

someone’s first impression of hande is typically negative 95% of the time, and she’s not even remotely insulted by that. she knows she’s brash, she knows she’s outspoken, she knows she can be mean, and she’s unapologetic about it because why should she have to adapt her personality to be palatable to people who are probably weaker and stupider than her??? (her thoughts not mine)

i really have to stress she’s not a dick just because she likes to be a dick to people... like she’s not gonna go to up to anyone’s muses and start bullying them in person for NO REASON.... she is an ADULT WOMAN.... but you provoke her, and there will be a reason

she’s extremely passionate about causes she believes in and sees her opinions about everything from food to weather to politics as the complete truth, so what she might see as playful banter when someone holds a different opinion actually comes across as extremely rude and bitchy to the person getting brutally attacked by her unwarranted point of view. but when she’s actually trying to argue with you, you’ll know

she’s kind of unique for a daughter of ares in that she really doesn’t engage in much physical violence since she entered college, preferring instead to start what could be considered “warfare” over the internet and academically with similarly high achieving peers. but she DOES know how to fight, she just would rather die than have another child of ares intervention by the demigod authorities ASDKSKDFSDMF

so ambitious and academically competitive. it’ll cause her to have an aneurysm at age 22 at the rate she’s going. you didn’t hear it from me but she isn’t ABOVE sabotage if someone tries stealing her #1 spot... tonya harding anyone?? hande is definitely someone who would sacrifice you to a monster or shove you into the lake if it meant she looked better in the end... so that’s something she probably needs to work on

BUT with all that being said, if you aren’t being beaten down by her insane argumentative skills, and hande actually takes a genuine liking to you, you’ll find that she’s... a pretty normal person for the most part. she’s pretty witty, fiercely loyal to the few friends she does have, super smart, and generally pretty enjoyable company. very generous with her money (loves paying for her friends’ food) and cares deeply about everything she argues so intensely about. a lot of people never give her enough of a chance to get to know her (and understandably so), but if you did you really wouldn’t find the image of a shallow bitch that’s often projected onto her

there’s this facebook meme that goes “Need to find new haters... my old ones starting to like me 😂” and that’s it that’s her entire life

if you want to know more just read her app!!

MISCELLANEOUS 

fluent in german, greek, english, and turkish (in order of how often she uses them, though greek is arguably used more than german at this point, she’d just rather die than admit it) 

she starts twitter wars and trolls people online in all 4 languages. it’s her primary pastime and she’s been permanently suspended from twitter a whopping 4 times, but every time she just re-spawns and comes back stronger. absolutely notorious for saying out of pocket shit what she thinks about any given european country and the people who live there and getting ganged up on by said people SASDSDASD her favorite people to cyberbully are british people and french people... rip 

captain of the debate team, and part of model un and mock trial. her ruthless captaincy of the debate team has caused multiple freshman interested in joining to flee in tears, but eonia routinely kicks ass in debate in tournaments across greece and europe as a whole, so it’s not all bad. she is unbelievably skilled in debate and honestly pretty friendly to the people who actually manage to stick around on the team

kicked out of the feminist club for being overtly confrontational... if your muse is in the feminist alliance, hmu for plots 

when she started attending athens’ demigod camp, it got in the way of her going to istanbul with her mother every summer to visit family. she's only started routinely going again since attending university, so most of her time is spent between istanbul and athens and hasn’t been back to germany in a hot second

i just feel like she has the type of energy to own a chihuahua and carry it around in her purse. no allowed pets at eonia but STILL.... that’s the vibe lads

her sexuality is ambiguous and she likes to keep it that way because it’s no one’s business but any and all romantic plots are open to all genders :~)

aside from her odikinesis, she’s able to put minor curses on weapons and will usually do so to make somebody else look like a fool during training

[argylemnwrites]

Wants and Needs

Character: Drake Walker

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Riley Liu)

Book: The Royal Romance (The Royal Romance Books 1 and 2, various points)

Word Count: ~3100

Rating: R (language, sensual content)

Summary: Drake’s wanted her a lot of different ways.

Author’s Note: Kicking it old school for Day 21 of the Choices February Challenge (Desire) with a return to slow burn, pining Drake from the early TRR books. All of it’s under the cut because this earns its rating from the start.

He wanted to fuck her. And that was a huge fucking problem.

She was absolutely Liam’s favorite out of all the women that were there for him. It was so fucking obvious. This wasn’t going to be like Leo’s social season where there were women the prince clearly wasn’t interested in and who were fair game to approach, try and strike up some sort of connection. Not only was Liam absolutely going to give every woman here an opportunity to get to know him, but it was clear that at the end, the one woman Drake would actually be interested in hooking up with was going to be Liam’s pick. She’d charmed Liam from the first moment, and he was completely drawn to her since that night in New York.

The issue was that Drake had somehow been drawn into her charms too, and he couldn’t quite get her out of his head. It’s not that he even really liked her when it came down to it, so he didn’t quite get it. She was good looking, but so were plenty of the other women at court. They weren’t stuck in his head like she was though, with her mouth that always seemed to quirk into a wry little smile, her playful, teasing eyes, her insanely dark, thick hair. The hair he kept picturing his hands sinking into with her kneeling in front of him, those eyes staring up at him as she took him in her mouth. Those eyes fluttering shut, that mouth falling open, that hair fanned out on a pillow, as he drove into her. Countless fantasies that were an absolute pipe dream.

She was going to haunt him. He just knew it. She was trouble. She’d dressed up like a devil at the Masquerade Ball, for fuck’s sake. If that wasn’t a sign from the universe to stay the fuck away, he didn’t know what was. But instead of listening to every bit of common sense that told him to stop obsessing, all he could picture was how she’d looked in that dress. The way it clung to every curve and the lacy cutouts that gave him glimpses of the skin underneath. 

You don’t wear a dress like that if you aren’t fucking confident. Just another trait that sucked him in. But she was also intense as all get out, even though she put on this air of carefree playfulness. You could just tell that there was this fierceness to her. You didn’t go toe to toe with Olivia Nevrakis if you were some delicate little flower, after all. The way she’d just forced her way into Liam’s private tent at the Derby today just confirmed that she was tough, ready to fight for what she wanted. And that kind of intensity was hot.

But that intensity wasn’t directed at him. She was here for Liam. He’d watched her flirt with him. He’d seen them sneaking off at the Masquerade Ball. She was interested in his best friend, and his best friend was interested in her. There was no part for him to play here at all, other than keeping an eye out for her at Liam’s request. So he needed to get her out of his mind, his dreams, his fantasies. He needed to work through this insane attraction.

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Not only did he want to fuck her, but now he wanted to spend time with her. God, he was such a mess. But not only was she sexy and fierce and damn hot, but she was also funny and witty. And kind. And easy to talk to. Fuck, he liked being around her. He liked it way too much.

No sooner had he vowed to create some distance between him and her so he could get her out of his goddamn mind, then he’d found himself getting roped into some inane cronut run with her and Maxwell and Liam and Hana, one of the other suitors. And he’d enjoyed himself. Enjoyed her company.

To be fair, he’d kind of known she was funny before that mini adventure. She’d always been ready with a sarcastic comeback for whatever he’d thrown at her. Matched him shot for shot without getting offended or upset. Hell, her quip about getting thrown in princess jail nearly made him laugh out loud. But watching her outside the confines of the palace or official royal events was refreshing. He finally felt like he was getting a sense of who Riley Liu really was. And she was someone he wanted to get to know better.

He knew some things about her already. She was competitive, she’d made that much clear during their impromptu ski race. She was silly, joking with Maxwell constantly. She was energetic and just a little wild, often jumping into things seemingly on a whim, going as far as to fake a medical crisis to snag a bowl of soup. She was a chameleon of sorts, managing to blend in better than he would have thought possible. Better than he’d told her was possible. Hell, she was obviously a great problem solver, too. How she’d manage to pull off a decent Cordonian waltz in less than 24 hours he wasn’t sure, but it was impressive as fuck.

And then there was the way she’d unleashed her fury on Olivia when she was being an utter bitch to him about Savannah. Followed him out to make sure he was okay. Shared her craftily obtained soup with him and Hana. Not seemed to care at all that she’d been relegated to the outcast’s table. It was her own unique brand of kindness, one that seemed to have no regard for being polite or proper. Hell, she’d already bluntly called him out on shit more times than he could count. It just never felt mean-spirited. She just called things like she saw them and did what she thought was right. It was damn refreshing. He didn’t quite know what to make of her.

No, he had to stop thinking of her like this. She’d be just like the others in the end. Even if he liked spending time with her now, this place changed people. What had he been thinking, inviting her to the wine cellar? She wasn’t going to come, and even if she did, it was a bad idea. He needed her to ignore him, like everyone else always did. It was the only way this didn’t end in disaster. He just couldn’t bring himself to want her to blow him off. Damn, he was so screwed either way.

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So, he still wanted to have sex with her, but now he was sort of friends with her, too. How had he let this happen? This was a terrible situation. He knew how this story ended. The smart move would be to step back. Create some actual fucking distance here so he didn’t get gutted in the end.

But he wasn’t smart, apparently, because he kept finding it impossible to say no to her. Hell, he was finding it hard to say no to Maxwell because it was like saying no to her by proxy. It was a nightmare. He needed to shake her from his mind. It’s how he found himself helping at the Regatta, admiring the way her ass looked in those shorts as she actually pitched in, bustling around the ship. It’s how he found himself hanging out with her on the beach, trying to keep his hands from lingering when she asked him to help her get her back with sunscreen, trying to not react when her hands trailed across him to do the same. It’s how he found himself out on the dance floor at some stupid themed bar instead of drinking whiskey in the privacy of his room for his birthday. It was all because of her.

She was just being nice. She was a decent person, and she was being nice to him because he was Liam’s best friend. He repeated the mantra over and over again, trying to get his stubborn mind to give up on her. But she just had him wrapped around her little finger without even fucking trying. God, he was so fucking dumb. A couple months of telling himself he needed to put some distance between himself and this woman, and all he’d manage to do was find more and more ways to spend time with her. And now it was to the point where they were friends, or at least friendly. He’d already let this go too far. He needed to put an end to this as soon as fucking possible.

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He knew it was selfish, but he wanted to know he wasn’t alone in this. He couldn’t be the only one with feelings here, right? 

She obviously preferred Liam to him, but that didn’t mean she felt nothing for him. It just felt like there had to be something there. The way she would seek him out, chat with him, listen to him, sip whiskey with him, laugh with him. And sometimes when he caught her eye, the way she was looking at him… well, he finally felt like he was seen.

This was more than just some dumb crush or attraction. He felt so connected to her sometimes, it was almost unnerving. He felt like he was reaching his breaking point here. To feel so much, but to not be able to tell anyone or say or do anything about it was just the worst.

He knew he shouldn’t bring it up with her at all, but particularly not tonight. Not when she’d already had to deal with Tariq. His own lame emotional needs shouldn’t be another thing to be thrown at her at her at this point. But something about the way she’d insisted on checking on him, in spite of it all, it just crumbled the last of his resistance towards her. He just had to ask. He just had to know.

Because he didn’t know how he could feel so much, so many things he’d been fighting, if there wasn’t something on her end, too. And maybe knowing he wasn’t alone in this whole mess would make him feel a little less crazy. Losing your mind over your best friend’s woman was not as bad if she was doing the same, right?

Hell, who was he kidding? Whether or not she felt any sliver of anything beyond friendship and maybe pity for him, it didn’t fucking matter. No matter what she said, the end result wasn’t going to change. Their fate was set already. But even though Drake knew that was the case, he still felt like he needed to ask her. He just wasn’t sure what answer he wanted from her.

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If he thought he wanted her before, that was nothing, nothing compared to how he felt when their lips met. This was more than he ever could have hoped for, but somehow was nowhere near enough. His hands were everywhere he could reach. She was clutching him so tightly it was almost painful. Things were so desperate, so wild.

Their clothing was the only thing between them and bad decisions and regret. Or at least even worse decisions than the ones they were making right now as their tongues slid past each other. It would be the easiest thing in the world to drop his jeans to the ground, tug her clothes aside, and give in to what he’d wanted for so long now. What apparently she wanted too. He’d have her up against the wall in five seconds, crying out, clawing at his back.

But as good as that would feel in the moment, it wasn’t right. She was here for Liam. He’d be proposing very soon. And if Drake let this go any further, not only would he be the world’s shittiest friend, but he’s pretty sure it would be even harder to let go of his feelings for her.

He wasn’t going to be able to fuck her and walk away. There was no getting her out of his system. If he gave in now, he would only tumble deeper under her spell. And that was something he needed to prevent.

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He just wanted to see her again, but without that look of shock and violation and pain etched across her face. Without her being dragged away from everyone and everything, being treated like scum of the earth for something that wasn’t her fault.

He’d been selfish with her. He knew he didn’t deserve anything from her, no matter how much he wanted to hold her, to kiss her, to be with her, to love her. She deserved Liam and the kingdom that came with him. And he swore if by some miracle, by the grace of any of the deities that he didn’t believe in, she came back into his life, he’d make her life better. He’d be whatever she needed him to be. Friend. Advocate. Sounding board. A friendly ear when she needed to vent. He’d be there.

It had been too much to want her for himself, he saw that now. But if he could help her, make her feel better in any way, shape, or form… well, that would be a worthwhile course for him. He just wanted to do his part to bring any happiness he could to her life.

He’d wanted to follow her, to be there for her, to let her know that she wasn’t alone. Liam was right, though. He needed to keep some space to keep her safe in light of everything that had been thrown at her. He just wished there was a way to be there for her, as a friend. It didn’t feel right, letting her face this shitstorm on her own, but he couldn’t figure out another way. He’d just need to make it up to her if he was ever so lucky as to see her face again.

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He wanted to take her away from it all, from this world of lies and deception and shitty assholes. He wanted to take her where it would just be him and her and no other distractions. No bitchy blondes who threw things in her face with sadistic glee. No Beaumont brothers who either knocked up sisters or hid sisters in foreign cities.

She claimed she wanted the same things, but she never made any move to actually leave it all behind. It was probably one of those things that sounded good in theory to her, but that you’d never actually do because you knew deep down it was a big mistake. She could still wind up with Liam and become queen, after all. It wasn’t an option at the moment, but she probably was hoping for that in the future.

He wanted to believe her fully when she talked about their future, but he knew if he took things further with her now, she’d regret it later. Her isolation, her pain, the mud that had been slung at her hung over her head, so Drake knew he couldn’t take that next step with her, to sleep with her, while everything was still so up in the air. Sure, it would make both of them feel great in the moment, but it would lead to so much pain going forward. A temporary reprieve with long-term consequences for both of them and their relationships with Liam. 

He didn’t want her to feel rejected. He wanted her to know he wanted every part of her with every part of himself. Mind. Body. Soul. Spirit. But he needed to draw a line in the sand. They couldn’t take this all the way and walk away unscathed. So he needed to keep his mind clear, even as she stripped down to her underwear and leaned over the pool table, testing every damn fiber of his resolve. If they were going to do this, he needed to wait until it could be real.

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She wanted him. Not Liam. Not anyone else. She chose him, and a couple days later, he could still barely wrap his head around it. 

He didn’t fully know how to process this information. He’d never been in this position before. But he knew he had to do this right. He couldn’t screw this up. Not with her. Not when she was everything. 

He was scared. Scared of not being enough. Of not living up to her expectations. Of coming on too strong or not showing that he loved her enough. There were so many ways this could all go wrong, and he already felt like he’d stretched his luck to the max by having her want him in the first place.

But as she gently brushed her hand against his and gave him a warm smile, her dark eyes clear and bright, he knew he owed her facing this overwhelming wave of emotions. Because if she wanted to take a chance on him, well then it was time for him to embrace this next step with her.

As they wandered out of the ballroom, drinks in hand, vaguely meandering towards her bedroom, he felt a strange blend of calm and anxious simultaneously. The desire was there for both of them, that much was clear. And after waiting so long, after wanting her for so long, Drake wanted to make sure she understood how much this meant to him. How much she meant to him. He also wanted it to be good for her, for the whole thing to be worth the wait. He wanted her calling out his name over and over, toppling over that edge again and again. So yeah, there were some nerves in the pit of his stomach. This wasn’t some casual hookup. But at the same time, he could see how long they’d both been inching towards this. In a strange way, it felt inevitable, even though he never dreamed it was a possibility. 

This was right. This felt real and sturdy and purposeful. It couldn’t have happened earlier, and neither of them wanted to wait any longer. They needed to have this moment tonight. There was no other time that felt so perfect and right. Things had changed between them, but that was what they’d been heading to for a long time at this point. And while there was no going back once they closed her bedroom door and lost themselves in each other, that was kind of the point. They both wanted to take this chance.

Permatag: @kimmiedoo5 @speedyoperarascalparty @mfackenthal @lilyofchoices @thequeenofcronuts @jamesashtonisbae

The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir: @kingliam2019 @sirbeepsalot @texaskitten30 @princessleac1 @ladyangel70 @dcbbw @yaushie @octobereighth  

Drake x MC only: @jovialyouthmusic @iplaydrake @gibbles82 @drakewalkerisreal @riley--walker @notoriouscs @butindeed @addictedtodrakefanfic  

Event: @choicesfebruarychallenge​

[zaraquinn]

Your Love Keeps Lifting Me Higher

Billy Hargrove - Making reader’s heart go uwu on a late drive

Word Count: 1357

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Requested by: @ashleymarieriffle

Author's notes:

Y/N - Your Name

Additional Notes: i’m in love with this idea of the reader is dustin’s older sister. thank you for this request. I also made a small addition to it including the kids. also small au?? basically an au that everyone wants to live in after season three.

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“So Y/N,” Dustin said, entering his older sister’s room with the feeling to bother her before she left the house. “Do I get to meet this mystery boyfriend that may or may not exist?” He leaned on her doorframe, as she finished her lipstick and makeup touches. “Dustin.” She said with a warning tone. “I really don’t think you’d wanna know.” Y/N groaned, walking over to her kid brother. “And besides, he does exist.” Dustin chuckled, as he finally had the upper hand. “That’s not what you said about Suzie, and look what happened,” he explained—Y/N rolling her eyes at Dustin’s winning argument. “She does exist.” Y/N finally gave in, turning back to her little and witty brother. “So, you have to tell me, since you didn’t believe me.” Pointing at his older sister with finger guns, she lightly punched his shoulder, walking down the stairs of their home to the kitchen. “You really don’t want to know. Really.” “Oh please, eldest sister; Dearest sister that I love and care about very much, I can stand for myself.” Y/N was about to tell the younger Henderson to drop the subject but the doorbell had suddenly rung. The two Henderson siblings had glanced at each other, before racing to the door. Unfortunately, Dustin’s smaller figure had successfully snaked his way underneath Y/N and opened the door; and to his extreme surprise, was met with a ravishingly handsome (shirt halfway unbuttoned) and lovestruck Billy holding flowers at the Henderson doorstep. Dustin’s facial expression had turned him wide-eyed and speechless. Only getting a dramatic gasp before Y/N had swiftly stepped in front of him and cut him off by slamming the door behind his face.

Billy’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion from the scene that weirdly unfolded in front of his eyes. “My little brother. He’s friends with—“ Y/N was going to explain, but Billy ended up beating her to it “With Max. Yeah. I know. Did he not know we’re dating?” He asked suddenly, pointing at her front door. Y/N opened her mouth to say something; almost hesitating before blatantly being honest. “No.” Billy just returned her response with a heart-warming smile. “Let’s go.” And led her to the car, and giving her the flowers.

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Dustin suddenly broke out of his trance, shaking his head back to reality. He quickly opened the door and saw Billy and his older sister drive away in his blue Camaro; the smoke distributing in the air. Shutting the door with a slam, Dustin rushed to his room, muttering many ‘holy shits’ with each pounding step his feet made. He reached for his walkie-talkie and pulled the antenna up and switching it on. “This is Dustin! Code orange-red! I repeat! This is Dustin! Code orange-red!” He screamed into the talkie. For the first time in a long time, everyone in the party had answered. El was with Will, Max was alone at home and Mike was hanging with Lucas. Everyone had heard his not-so-important code orange-red. “What is it?” Max hurriedly said through the walkie-talkie. “Max, my sister Y/N is dating Billy!!” Dustin screamed into the walkie once more. “WHAT?!” The whole group screamed at the same time through the walkie’s receiver.

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Out of Touch by Hall and Oats had started playing in the car, and Y/N happily blasted it, opening the windows and letting the gnarly music echo through the empty space that was Hawkins, Indiana. Her hair flowing in the wind as Billy accelerated the car’s speed. A smile painted her face as the music blasted. “So, where are we heading Lover Boy?” She smiled at her driver, as he bit his bottom lip; loving the nickname. “Just thought we could do a late night drive. Anything for you Babe.” Billy said, grabbing her hand was his other hand stayed on the wheel. “Perfect.” She smiled, grabbing his hand happily. “So does Max know about you and me?” Y/N wondered, lightly kissing Billy’s neck as he drove through the starry sky. “She’ll figure out eventually.” She smirked to himself. “If you had to tell her, what would be the first thing you’d tell her?” Y/N pressed on, running her hands underneath Billy’s unbuttoned shirt and her lips wandering at his neck. Billy sighed and smiled at the feeling, parking at the quarry to get a sight of the large moon that settled in the starry sky above them and the song Here, There, and Everywhere by The Beatles started playing; matching the romantic mood of the moonlight illuminating above them like a spotlight. He put the car in park and turned off the engine, finally able to face Y/N as his hands quickly made its way to settle on her waist.

“Well, I would start with how the first time I saw you I couldn’t stop thinking about you. And how beautiful you are. And how smart and logical you are. And how loving you are. And how you’re the most insanely hot girl in Hawkins.” He chuckled at the last part, and Y/N growing pink from the compliments. “Not true.” She nodded with a laugh, thinking about how he could find her as ‘the hottest girl in Hawkins’. Billy only chuckled, giving her kisses on her forehead and nose. “You can’t say that. It’s true.” Y/N giggled endlessly, adoring her boyfriend. “You’re such an asshole.” She shot back humorously with a laugh. “I would say how much of an asshole you are. And, how you really are to me. And beknownst to everyone else—that there is something underneath that bad boy persona everyone sees.” She smiled, showing dimples and all. At that moment, Billy truly felt in love with Y/N. “You know, Max is starting to warm up to you more. She told me that you have been more of a brother to her now. Playing catch with your kid sister and taking her to the arcade?” Y/N giggled, getting Billy’s cheeks all pink. “Sounds like the Billy I know.” Y/N said, totally adoring her boyfriend’s flustered face. “It’s all because of you.” He kissed her passionately, wanting to show her how much he loves her. “I think you should keep your asshole attitude for everyone else. And keep this Billy for me and those close to you.” He laughed at her remark, kissing her nose again. “Because I’m selfish.” The two finally continued kissing underneath the pale moonlight, doing what teenagers do.

They drive a bit longer during the midnight hours after their time was up, blasting soft music with all the windows down with their hands intertwined. With her hair blowing in the wind and singing along to the soft music, they soon reached the Henderson household—Billy dropping her off at her doorstep. “Are you sure you don’t wanna come in and sleep over? I don’t want you to get in trouble with your dad—“ Y/N said before getting cut off. Normally Billy would’ve said no, in fear of his dad, but he thought he could give less of a fuck this time. “Yeah, I’ll stay.” Billy said, locking his car on the street and meeting Y/N at her doorstep. He met her with a kiss as she unlocked her door; holding her waist as she playfully laughed at the affections.

As the door swung open, the lovebirds were met with the six kids. They’re eyes wide in shock to find none other than the bad boy of Hawkins and the detective teen of Hawkins. Billy and Y/N met the kids with furrowed brows as both Max and Dustin crossed their arms. “Billy?” Max asked, expecting an answer from her older brother. “Dearest sister Y/N?” Dustin dramatized. The two teens stayed silent, not knowing what to say. With one look, the kids all looked at each other and broke into an enormous fit of laughter—leaving the lovebirds in quick confusion.

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✨MASTERLIST✨

💐STRANGER THINGS REQUEST POST💐

[aschen-kiln]

Character Tag 10 favorite female characters

I was tagged by @ellanainthetardis​ !

Rules: List your 10 favorite female characters, one per fandom, then tag 10 people. Well, i won’t tag 10 people, because i don’t interact with that much people here. 

Mass Effect – Liara T’Soni

« Embrace eternity. »

She went from pure and naive to cold-hearted bitch before becoming a little mix of both that gave me life when i was younger. She remains my favorite LI of the whole saga (including Andromeda) and, even when she is not romanced, Liara is one of the most loyal friend Shepard could have. Plus, she is lethal. And blue. What’s not to love. 

Game of Thrones –  Sansa Stark

« I am a Stark. Yes, I can be brave. »

This fandom gives so much good characters, it was hard to choose, but Sansa won. She was everything i dislike in a character : shallow, oblivious and stupid. But this girl has hidden dephts : she is compassionate, resilient, actually freaking smart, and she manages to keep her empathy despite everything she goes through. She has the best development, both in books and in show (even if i don’t like her line about the little bird she’d still be without Joffrey/Ramsey/Baelish - that’s bullshit). And she is my Queen.

Game of Thrones – Cersei Lannister

« Look at me. Look at my face ; it’s the last thing you’ll see before you die. »

OKAY I CHEATED SO WHAT ? What are you going to do ? Nothing, that’s what. So ! EVIL QUEEN AT ITS FINEST. There are not that much well written evil character but THIS ONE is one of them. She deserved an end as epic as her life so, i’m not going to continue in this line of thoughts BUT. You know. What I mean. Fuck you D&D. Love you, Cersei. You rock.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer – Willow Rosenberg

« The magick i used is very powerful. I am very powerful. And maybe it’s not such a good idea for you to piss me off. »

When I was a little girl, I wanted to be like Willow. She is a witch, you see, and i wanted so badly to be a witch myself. She has the most magnificent hair, she is smart, and beautiful, and so freaking powerful, guys. She could have become an arrogant bitch or stayed a discreet nobody, but no, she became the badass sidekick to the most badass Slayer, and she still manages to stay deeply human, with her failures and her weaknesses. Her heart is made of the purest gold, and she has balls of steel : being the first lesbian character in a show targeting teenagers, at that time (90’/2000) had to be difficult, but she showed the world that it was okay to be different, and that being different did not mean being less. Her love story with Tara was, is and will remain one of the most beautiful in this show (and i do love Buffy/Spike). Plus DARK WILLOW. And you CAN’T tell me Vampyr!Willow did not give you the hots. I will call you liars. 

Charmed –  Piper Halliwell

« Sometimes, the best thing you can do is take a step back a give yourself a chance to breathe. »

While the war was raging between Prue and Phoebe and then Pheobe and Paige for Best Halliwell Sister, my heart always went to Piper. Firstly because she was discreet, level-headed and a hard-working girl, and I respect that. Plus, she is a cook, guys, and i love eating, so it was a match made in heaven. AND, last but not least, she is a witch. I love witches guys. I want to be a witch. I want to be THIS witch, most specifically. Anyway, her powers are both destructive and defensive – honestly, SHE CAN LITERALLY MANIPULATE MOLECULES GUYS - she is the true head and the heart of this family, she has her own club, a devoted husband who loves her so much it is almost painful to watch and adorable children. And she does all of this without becoming crazy. I stan.

Star Wars – Leia Organa

« Aren’t you a little short for a stormtrooper ? »

Princess/General Organa, everyone. I don’t even have to explain myself, do I ? That woman does not take shit from anyone and slap back with all her might. We gotta respect that. Make way for the queen.

Ewilan’s Quest / Ewilan’s Worlds – Ellana Caldin

« Il y a deux réponses à cette question, comme à toutes les questions : celle du savant et celle du poète. »

Ellana is a secondary character from a french saga, and the primary character of her own trilogy, written by late Pierre Bottero. She is an icon of feminism. She is an assassin and a thief, yes, but a Marchombre is so much more than that, it is actually difficult to describe it. You have to read it to understand. Even if the whole story is too manichean for my taste, now, Ellana remains the best character. She does not bow to the laws of men, and her honor is paramount. Her honor, her word and, most of all, her freedom. 

Jane Austen – Elizabeth Bennett

« I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine. »

Here is a woman who values mind over beauty, consistence over money, love over security. If Ellana was my role model as a pre-teen, Elizabeth was my absolute goal at 15. She is witty, prideful but can accept it when she is wrong, and no matter how society views her, she remains true to herself. And that’s what makes Darcy fall in love with her. Yes, guys. Here is a woman who literally headbutted him and, as he fell on his ass, he also fell in love. Yes. You can’t change my mind on this.

Harry Potter – Minerva McGonagall

« Have a biscuit, Potter. »

Not only is Minerva powerful, brilliant, just and fair and loyal to a fault, she is also SNARKY. Plus, come on, she transforms into a cat. Ans she chew Umbridge on a daily basis. That’s a true hero if you ask me. All hail the true headmistress of Hogwarts !

Friends – Monica Geller Bing

« But we only ordered one ! »

She is beautiful, down to earth, completely insane but still manages to be the most reasonable of the six. She is a cook. I love eating. That’s a match. She married Chandler, i wanted to marry him too, so there’s that. AND she kick Ross regularly. Let’s be honest, we all want to kick his ass.