#now it will be easier to roast marshmallows

[neo-nomatrix]

In a world of boys, he’s a gentleman

Luke Castellan x Apollo kid!reader

word count: a little over 1k

summary: you’ve had your heart broken many times, maybe the Hermes boy will be different

You have only ever wanted to be loved. For whatever reason you haven’t had much luck. Sure, there were many guys.

Callum from Ares. The only thing hotter than him was his temper.

Ryan from Hephaestus. He would forge copper to make you jewelry, little did you know three other girls had the same gift.

Ezra from Athena. Always thought he was so much smarter and better than you. Made you want to shoot your arrow straight at him.

Aiden from Hermes. A liar who couldn’t take anything seriously.

Elliott from Ares. Was dared by Callum to lock you in a dark room. And he actually listened.

Being the child of Apollo had its perks, but it more often had downsides. Your least favorite being your ability to fall in love so easily. After Elliot you swore off falling in love. A pain even you couldn’t heal. You couldn’t understand why nothing seemed to work out for you, you were a dreamboat!

A beautiful daughter of Apollo who glowed like the sun. Not only were you his daughter, you were his favorite, the hundreds of freckles on your face proved it. You were kind and generous, always willing to take in an injured camper from dusk to dawn. Your smile quite literally lit up a room. Perhaps you were too nice? Maybe they thought they could take advantage of your kindness?

Whatever the reason was doesn’t matter. You decided to take a page from your aunt Artemis’ book. No more boys, no more falling in love. Things will be easier this way. You know it.

You should’ve been at the bonfire with everyone else. You chose to skip it tonight because you wished to be alone, at the archery range. Maybe you’d earn another freckle if Apollo saw you practicing your already perfect shot. Luke should’ve been at the bonfire too, singing with your half-siblings and roasting marshmallows.

“Hey! I need some help!” A deep, painful cry said.

Immediately worried, you turned around and saw Luke Castellan holding his abdomen. You immediately run over to him, taking his arm over yours and getting to your cabin as soon as possible. You decided the infirmary was too far and you could use the cot in your cabin.

You slam through the cabin door and lay him on the cot in the middle of the bunk beds. “Lay down.”

You pull up his blood stained orange shirt to reveal a large gash on the side of his toned stomach. You held your hand on his abdomen for a moment to assess what happened. A second degree burn and large slices, as if by a horn, caused this.

“How did this happen?” You ask as you start to transfer some of the pain to a potted plant, causing it to wilt.

“Accident with a hephaestus kid, wrong place, wrong time I guess,” He says slightly wincing.

“I can take most of the pain but it’ll still take a while to heal,” You explain.

“Weren’t you supposed to be at the bonfire, leading a song with the rest of your cabin?” He asks.

“I could ask you the same thing, wandering around the blacksmiths. You know those things they make are pretty hot right?” You scoff at him.

“Yeah I guess I do now,” he rolls his eyes.

You begin to bandage the wound and give him a slice of bread. “Bread? What the hell is this gonna do?” he questions.

“My sister Melody made it, it can heal the burns for the most part,” you say.

“Aren’t you the girl who dated Aiden?” He asks bluntly, taking a bite of the bread.

“That’s none of your business,” You roll your eyes.

“If you ask me-” he begins to say before you cut him off.

“I’m not.”

“He was an idiot. All those guys were. I mean seriously, didn’t anyone teach them how to treat a pretty girl?” He continues, not fazed by you interrupting him.

“All those guys? You know about them?” You question.

“I guess. I mean after word got out about that shithead Elliot I did some asking,” he shrugs. You frown at the mention of Elliot.

“Whatever, they’re all in the past. No more guys for me,” you tell him.

“You shouldn’t give up entirely, these guys are stupid. There’s someone out there who deserves you, trust,” He assures you.

“Oh yeah? Tell me when you meet him,” You laugh.

“I think i know a guy, actually,” He responds, sitting up slightly.

“Oh yeah? Do tell.”

“Well, he’s tall, tan, and goddamn gorgeous. Has these soft brown curls, and I heard he’s the best swordsman at camp. Perfect for the best archer,” He explains to you, smiling.

“You seem to be fond of him, maybe you should go date him,” You joke.

“Nah, I think he likes this girl from Apollo. Kind, generous, beautiful, best healer and archer around,” He locks eyes with yours, darting between your eyes and your lips.

He holds your face in his hand, circling his thumb. His shirt rides up exposing his stomach and bandages.

“You like what you see?” He teases.

“You’re an idiot,” You smile.

“That seems to be your type,” he shrugs and knits his brows.

Before you can say another word he presses a kiss against your lips, moving them softly against yours. One of his hands stays on your neck while the other ventures down to your waist and then the chair you sat in. He pulls the chair closer to him and puts his hand back on your waist. You move one of your hands to his knee and the other to right beside him, leaning in closer.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” He’s whispers into the kiss.

You smile at him before pausing. “The bonfire’s almost over, maybe you should head back,” you say.

“Yeah probably,” he gives you one last hard kiss followed by another few pecks.

He stands up and steadys himself, the injury clearly still pains him. He starts to walk away but before he can leave he turns back to you and presses a few more kisses against you.

“Okay, I’m done. y’know for now,” he smirks.

“You’re welcome anytime,” You laugh and he leaves. He gives you two looks before exiting.

Maybe you’ll give this boy one more chance.

[woncon]

➳ like a rainbow

➶ stray kids ot8 x gn!reader ｡˚ °

-ˏ` ✎﹏ sometimes it just hurts and you need to cry it out. but don't worry, your boyfriends are here to help you through it.

➴ genre: angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, fluff in the end

: ̗̀➛ warnings: crying, emotional pain

⌨ :: 1.2K words ♡ ︵ . .

⁀➷ i had a sobbing afternoon the other day. i wrote this as a therapy session, and now I'm dedicating this to all the dear Stays who need it! <3

⁀➷ thanks to @wonsheep for helping me fix my grammar mistakes and for giving me advice how to convert a whole story into another language precisely °♡̷•.

➳ stray kids masterlist | main masterlist

You retire to the bedroom. You don't even bother to close the door. You just throw yourself on the bed, and the tears are already flowing. You curl up in a ball and let your heartache take its course.

Today seems to be one of those days.

A day for crying.

You're too weak to get up. You're too tired to think. You’re just hurting and you let it hurt. Maybe if you use up all your tears, it'll be easier.

Maybe.

You embrace your body. Your shoulder shakes. Your whole being gives way to desperate cries. You close your eyes because you see nothing but your own tears, endless. Your heart is pounding loud, crumpled in its cave.

You don't even hear when someone enters the room.

Chan calls you by name, softly and quietly, but as soon as he realizes you aren't sleeping, but instead hiccupping from sobs, he is not subtle, he repeats your name in terror and comes to your side.

"What happened? Who hurt you?" He grabs your face. "My baby? Baby, talk to me. What hurts?"

You cuddle up to him, bury your head in his chest and shake it. You can't talk about this now. You have no words now, only tears, but you cling to Chan's body to let him know that even if you can't articulate it, you need him here. So you don't dig your fingers into the fabric of your sweater, but hold Chan close to you.

Meanwhile Chan is stroking your back, rocking you slowly, trying to soothe you with his kind words, you are still crying bitterly, your own chest unable to suppress the grief that is welling up inside you.

Soon Felix sticks his head into the room. His incomprehension quickly gives way to worry. His eyes widen, his mouth clenches helplessly, and every bitter sound you make creates another crack in his heart. He wants to climb on the bed, cuddle up to you, touch you reassuringly, hoping that his touch, his presence, will go some way to soothe your suffering.

But before he can do that, Chan whispers something to him. Felix doesn't understand at first. He shakes his head.

"Blanket. Hot chocolate. Music. Netflix. Dori," repeats Chan.

Felix nods vigorously, and heads out of the room to hand out tasks to the others. Everyone is committed when they find out how bad of an emotional state you are in. They are eager to do something to cheer you up, if only a little.

Seungmin looks for your favorite blanket. Felix makes the hot chocolate while Hyunjin roasts marshmallows. Jisung and Jeongin take care of the music, one brings the speakers from Chan's studio, the other your favorite playlist. Changbin's forearm disappears into the sofa as he searches for the remote control. Minho lures Dori into his lap to bring him to you.

When their duties are done, they all go to the bedroom and shower you with their kindness. You crawl out the cover of Chan's chest and sit up. You are so struck by all these hopeful faces and loving little things that for a moment you completely forget the pain you have felt, and the mere purpose of your existence is the vibrant gratitude you feel for them. A visceral gratitude for their kindness and love.

"See, little one?" Chan says with a half smile as your boyfriends flood the bed. "You are not alone. You are never alone. If you need it, you can cry on everyone's shoulder because we're here to take care of you."

Chan pulls out a tissue from his trousers and hands it over. You blow your nose. Seungmin spreads the blanket on your legs. Jisung turns on the speaker, then puts it on the nightstand. Jeongin starts the music, and the bedroom fills with rippling melodies instead of your inconsolable crying noises.

"Here." You get the hot chocolate in your hand from Felix. 

As you sip the sweet drink and eat the marshmallows, you feel warm inside. Your tears slowly dry up. 

You feel safe in the ring of your boyfriends on your huge bed as they quietly watch and listen to your wishes and reactions. They do their best to make you feel better, and their efforts alone make you feel better. By being here, being with you, and wanting to help, you know that no matter how much it hurts, they will try so hard to make you not suffer. They will listen or silently embrace you, whatever you need, they will want to give it to you, but they won't let you wallow alone, helpless.

Felix clears the empty mug up with a broad smile. As soon as your hand is empty, Minho immediately puts Dori in your lap. The cat instantly curls up on your blanket-clad thigh, settling into regal comfort.

At times, Dori specifically likes to be around those who aren't exactly in a good mood. He makes it almost a mission to cheer them up. Even now, as you run your fingers through his fur and he purrs contentedly, it's enough to bring a small smile to your tear-streaked face.

"You're like a rainbow now," whispers Hyunjin. You look at him. His eyes are bright with wonder, lips slightly parted. "Your tears fall, but your smile shines. Your face is a rainbow."

Embarrassed, you wipe away the remaining tears with the sleeve of your sweater before they dry completely on your face.

"Thank you," you say. "For taking care of me."

"Of course, beauty. We love you," replies Changbin, handing over the remote. You hold it with the hand you're not using to stroke Dori's soft fur. "We love you so much, you can choose the movie. If you want."

"But we can do other things if you feel like it," Felix adds, caressing your hand. "Anything that makes you happy."

"It's nice like this. Can we stay a little longer here?"

Everyone nods.

You scratch the base of Dori's ear.

"Thank you, really," you whisper emotionally.

"No need to thank us." Much to your surprise, Minho is lying down on your other side, resting his head on your shoulder and sliding up. You put the remote next to Dori and stroke Minho's hair with your free hand, and it seems as if he purrs too. You enjoy that this time you don't have to fight with his tsundere self to get him to cuddle up to you. 

Then your hand is snatched out by Hyunjin, who settles down behind Minho. He plays with it, drawing little hearts on your palm.

“Grandpa, space please!" Seungmin pushes Chan aside so that he can lie at your side. Chan snorts, Minho giggles and you smile.

"My seat's taken," Jisung snorts sadly, nudging Dori, who's sprawled on your stomach.

"You have other seats, Sung," Seungmin mutters, who no longer has such a problem because he's found his place next to you.

“Right!" Jisung gets excited. In the next moment, he leaps at Minho, who moans angrily for a second, but lets Jisung sprawl out and nestle on top of him.

Chan, Jeongin, Changbin and Felix form the other pile. 

You wish you had eight arms like an octopus to touch them all and pull them to you. And then Jeongin smiles sweetly at you, Changbin looks at you lovingly, and you understand that you don't need eight arms, because they are all in your heart, as you are in theirs, be at arm's length, cities or continents apart.

[yourmomxx]

— random relationship headcanons for jj maybank —

male!reader

a bit nsfw under the cut

just to be clear from the very beginning, we are talking about a secret relationship here

I mean come on, jj has a dead-beat dad, he’s not just gonna go all out and tell him “yeah i’m fucking someone with a dick fyi”

ain’t happening

starting a relationship with jj was hard, he kept pushing you away because of his fear of attachment and his trust issues

But you didn’t let him push you away

It took a while for him to let you in

But after those walls were broken, he was justKirk the most affectionate boyfriend ever

Everyday he would wake you and not know how he deserved you, and the pogues would never hear the end of it

so yes, obviously the pogues know about your relationship

even if he kept it a secret from them, too, at first

kie was the first to actually figure it out

because john b is a bit slow

and pope thought y’all were just really good friends

(no one had the heart to tell him what really made the bumping noises in the next room)

but they all love you

while you’re dating jj, you’re a pogue now, like it or not

you most definitely had it easier than sarah

but hey maybe that’s because your brother wants a psychopathic killer

speaking of siblings, if you have some (younger ones), jj adores them

like, seriously, he always tries to include them whenever you do things together, and jokes and plays around with them

if your siblings are older, they’re a bit suspicious of him first, but eventually grow really fond of him and start seeing him like a sort of a little brother too

we ain’t mentioning JJ’s dad in this house

except for the times where you threatened to beat him up until it was him lying in a hospital bed rather than his son

jj always held you back tho

he told you his father wasn’t worth a sentence in prison

you always take care of JJ’s wounds, even when he’s reluctant about it at first

silent smoking sessions where the two of you simply enjoy each other’s company

“who’s the man in the relationship?” “there’s no man in our relationship, idiot, but if there was, it’d be me.”

he always brags about you when he’s with the pogues

“did you know that y/n did …”

“y/n actually told me …”

“have you seen how fucking good y/n looks today?”

“can’t believe I fucking pulled that.”

the pogues mostly just smile and nod along, knowing how happy you truly make him

he’s just drooling whenever you walk over to him, shirtless with wet hair and only in swim shorts

his brain short circuits

It’s like that one slowmo scene in baywatch ya know

jj plans the cutest dates

like stargazing, small roadtrips, surfing together, campfires with roasting marshmallows

soft touches

and because you two aren’t in a public relationship, I am so heavy on this

like imagine you’re walking to the beach with the pogues, all together laughing and chatting

and you walk so close to jj that your shoulder always *accidentally* bumps his. all the time.

or bonfires

sitting next to each other and each talking to someone, but your knees are so close that they are just touching the entire time

you can feel jj’s warm skin against yours and it sends something like electric waves down your body

fingers linking slightly when you stand near each other or walk with the pogues to the beach

putting your head on the other’s shoulder because that’s not gay you’re “just tired”

shoulders or arms grazing when you’re close

your pinky linking with his thumb when your hands are placed near each other

f o r e h e a d t o u c h e s

hello and goodbye kisses

puts his arms around your waist from behind and lays his head on your shoulder or upper back when he’s tired (and you’re with the pogues)

falls asleep leaned against you when you’re at john b’s hanging out with the pogues

such dramatic golden retriever puppy energy

says he will literally die if he doesn’t get enough touches and kisses from you

jj practically lives at your apartment

he has his own toothbrushes over there and everything

when he’s at home he sleeps in your clothes because they smell like you and it comforts him

will literally return said clothes to you and tell you to wash/wear them because they lost your scent

with jj’s impulsive personality it’s hard, but the two of you do your best to argue as little as possible

and even when, you try your best to not yell and trigger him, but to be honest - the two of you rarely argue. like, heavily

of course there’s some harsh exchanges from time to time but not ever screaming fights or something like that

communication is key in your relationship

you’ve ensured that from the very beginning

you promised to talk things out when you feel like there are problems or something that needs to be talked about and then you can work on it together

there is literally no grudges you hold that could be thrown at each other to worsen arguments

cooking breakfast for him because you want to let him sleep in

stealing away from parties or bonfires to have some private time

his wardrobe is mostly your clothes

you would go to jail for each other

“jj i swear if you don’t stop pissing off police officers-“

you meet him at the beach to watch him surf

because he’s so talented, of course, not because you want to see him shirtless or anything

he’s the best at cheering you up

he’s everything but a dry texter

you mostly cook because the only meal this man knows how to make is toast and pasta

how he’s survived this long without you is a mystery

jealousy because, again, secret relationship

“I thought you weren’t the jealous type?”

“oh, I’m not.”

“so the girl over there that’s talking and smiling all over jj has totally nothing to do with the fact that you’ve absolutely crushed your plastic cup?”

“mhm.”

but not in an i don’t trust you and I think that you will cheat on me-way jealous, more in a you’re mine and seeing you with other people that i know don’t know that physically hurts me-typa way

has his own private smile for you, all teeth and giggles, and just so in love

you give jj your clothes and he gave you one of his leather bracelets to wear

knuckle kisses

just staying in bed all day and cuddling

he has less nightmares when he sleeps next to you

whenever jj got out of the water after surfing, he would make sure to hug you, no matter how much you struggled to push him off you, so you would get just as wet as him

— nsfw ————————————————

you actually had to introduce jj to a few things because he had never done them before or ever even heard of them

he’s good with girls but the whole boy thing? that was new territory

so you had to teach him some stuff

but it turns out, jj is a quick learner - when he wants to be

he’s a switch but mostly bottoms

it’s his inner child that just wants someone to take care of him

sometimes the sex helps him to calm down after his dad hurt him, but that is a thin line to walk

he whimpers

he has a praise kink

“so beautiful” “my handsome boy” “atta boy that’s a good one”

those just do it for him

there’s times when it’s just rough and emotional and angsty (cue choking, knife-play, heavy dirty talk and degradation)

and other times that are slow and soft and loving (cue praise, careful movements, private mornings, many and long kisses)

he takes a shower and you just surprise him by stepping in too

quickies on the boats that jj is supposed to clean (you officially keep him company for “moral support”)

his sweaty surfer curls sticking to his forehead after while he’s grinning at you😫😫

head in small caves at the beach

hickies because “if that girl tries hitting on you one more time, I am gonna hit her. with my car- ”

the pogues tease him about them the morning after

“ayo jj had a rough night I see?”

teasing. like so much. from both sides

whether it be “innocent” touches or well-placed words … it’s all over the place

high sex

handjobs in the back of john b’s twinkie

[fastcastweatherreport]

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" Haha~ awww Beany, all hyped up and raring to give us that forecast ay buddy?? Well... First we have to go over our latest events! Be sure to translate for me to all our pokèfriends at home please "

" ahem... Route 4 in Unova is still undergoing a massive Sandstorm and hasn't made progress on that new road yet, can't blame the poor guys and gals. I hope you can get those poor pokèmon to settle down now that the whole Team Plasma shindig is dealt with, best of luck to you! "

" Lacunosa Town in Unova is still recovering from the recent discoveries of the legendary pokèmon Kyurem being the cause of all their nightly terrors! Hopefully now that once again; the Team Plasma ordeal is over with the dragon will go back into hibernation and leave your Town alone, until now these news anchors advise you stay inside at night still! "

" The Jagged Pass in Hoenn is undergoing some renovations in order to attempt making the slope easier and safer for trainers to climb! However we don't expect that task to be easy! Make sure you guys and gals take plenty of Water Type pokemon with you, even with the volcano being inactive you can expect 90° to 105° bright sun temperatures around that area! "

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" Unova, Partially Cloudy with a chance of rain. 60° - 65° heat "

" Sinnoh, Cloudy with a 46% chance of rain Tuesday through Saturday this week. Sorry guys! The general temperature in Sinnoh will be 40° - 55° except at the North Peak of your beautiful region where it'll be a chilly 20° - 10° "

" Kanto, Full sun all week! Though it seems Beany senses a 20% chance for rain so keep your umbrellas ready! We can't tell exactly which day, so we're predicting a pokèmon will be using Rain Dance on an unexpected interval during the week.

Your temperatures are steaming hot this summer, so stay hydrated in your 80° - 90° weather! "

" Johto, your temperatures are practically the same as Kantos being fairly close by and all! So be sure to keep hydrating as well in your 70° - 90° weather! You're also partially cloudy with a 60% chance of rain Monday through Wednesday "

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Ahem! Sunny all across Alola except in Po Town as usual "

" Galar! Cloudy with a chance of Sleet and Rain, we're unsure of the percentage or when it will happen so we predict that some Pokèmon are going through turf wars right now and it'd likely be best advised to stay out of the Wild Area and travel by train!

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[starlightwoofwoof]

💜💙✨ A Bunch of Buddy Headcanons ✨💙💜

hey welcome back to My Jellyjam Madness

today I decided to make a headcanon list for (Counselor) Buddy because I love him with all my heart (AAAAUUUUUUGGGHHHHH) :D

I’m just gonna leave a bunch of them here, in different categories (and also a few drawings for, uh, “demonstration”)

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alright, let’s get the lore/angsty headcanons out of the way first (okay maybe now that I think about it, some of these are lore about the book itself but whatever-)

Buddy’s father owns the camp, and Buddy attended the camp for many years, and also worked as a normal counselor for a few. After Buddy turned 18 that year, Buddy’s dad finally promoted Buddy to head counselor. He decided to leave the camp to Buddy for that summer to go on vacation, letting him do whatever he wanted with it, even including changing any of the branding if he wanted. Buddy’s dad trusted him with the camp since Buddy practically spent most of his life there. (spoiler alert : literally the worst thing that could’ve happened, happened)

The igloo-like building in the woods was used more often previous years. It was more used as a building for actual counselor meetings and the occasional theater play. The cave inside the closet was used as a kind of ‘hang out’ spot to roast marshmallows and stuff. This is the place where it all began. Before the camp was about to open back up, Buddy went down to the cave area. He did notice the gut wrenching, horrible smell, but he simply ignored it and his curiosity got the better of him. That’s when he found a … certain purple, gelatinous creature. King JJ didn’t have to do much to convince Buddy to do his dirty work, he just had to simply threaten him with violence towards him and even the kids, and Buddy simply gave into King JJ’s hypnotism out of fear.

The whole incident lasted almost the whole summer before Wendy (and Elliot ig) came to save everyone. Buddy couldn’t control what he was doing. He couldn’t feel anything and he could barely think at all. He was still conscious during it all, and so were the other counselors. All of this for at least more than a month. Buddy can sort of remember things that have happened, but his memories from when he was controlled were very fuzzy, almost like a dream he couldn’t really remember.

Luckily, the other counselors seemed kind of okay after the incident, most of them were just afraid and confused. But Buddy was … pretty f’ed up for a while, of course, since he was the head counselor, and the first target in all of this. He only repeated ‘only the best’ for a few days, and even after he started speaking normally, he wanted to be left to be by himself. During the two weeks between the incident and the end of the story, Buddy was taken in for a lot of questioning by the police. He wasn’t arrested or anything, but he had to answer a lot of this. Since he was speaking incoherently, it was pretty hard at first, but it became easier over time. Buddy also took the time to just think this all over.

Despite not remembering too much about the whole incident, Buddy still felt terrible for what he was told he did. Some of the other counselors tried telling him it wasn’t his fault, but the guilt just wouldn’t leave him. He felt like some kind of monster for having all the kids and other counselors suffer like that.

Luckily, though, Buddy finally had an idea to help ease his guilt. He was going to go to each and every one of the kids’ houses to apologize to them directly. Well, maybe he couldn’t do everyone, but he was determined to go and apologize to as many as the kids as possible, including Wendy and Elliot.

This all did help a lot, but Buddy still felt a little bad, and doesn’t like the whole incident being brought up to him. He also still feels queasy near things like grape gelatin and absolutely horrified when earthquakes occur. He even sometimes has strange hallucinations and nightmares.

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OKAY ENOUGH OF THAT here’s some more wholesome headcanons to calm all the angst

Luckily for Buddy, after the incident, he made friends with a lot of the counselors since then, especially with Holly

Holly and some of the other counselors were very patient with Buddy throughout his whole ‘guilt era’, and Holly was even the one that made Buddy get the idea to go to the kids’ houses and apologize in the first place

Outside of his hypnosis, and even sometimes IN his hypnosis state, Buddy really does care a lot about the children and their wellbeing.

Buddy LOVES physical affection and hugs and stuff

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okay I don’t really have anymore ideas for wholesome headcanons, so let’s move on to the more random headcanons

Buddy’s hair is actually completely dyed (not so sure about this one cause idk how popular dying your hair was in the mid-90s, especially for dudes, but yeah) but his eyes are naturally that blue

Buddy nibbles his nails or bites his lip when he’s thinking too hard

Buddy is definitely not the guy to swear, but he’ll say others words as replacements- (fiddlesticks, fudge, etc.)

Despite being a huge sports dude (obviously), Buddy isn’t really that muscular

Speaking of sports, Buddy likes a lot of them, but his personal favorites are baseball and surfing

Since he loves surfing, Buddy loves going to the beach

Buddy’s favorite food/fruit is apples

Buddy wears hats a lot

Buddy drew all the cartoon King JJ pictures himself (not sure if he’s naturally good at drawing, or if he was good because he was controlled-)

okay this is more of a fun fact than a headcanon, but my interpretation/how I draw Buddy is mostly inspired by his look on the original cover (well, I’m not sure if it’s supposed to be Buddy, but I think it is-)

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And I think that’s it! (or at least what I could think of for now)

Thank you for reading my ramblings about some obscure, silly counselor man :] 💙💚✨

okie byeeeeeeeeee

[void-draws]

Can we get a prompt about the reader who is unfortunate to camp near TFA waspinator's territory?

You let out a sigh of relief, it had taken you hours to build up your camp. You had thought this would be way easier than it actually was, since it's your first time. Despite your struggle with setting up your tent and making a proper fire without accidentally burning the forest down, you did it. Now, you could sit down and relax for the rest of the evening and maybe make yourself some marshmallows.

A few minutes later, you could hear a faint buzzing sound as you roasted a marshmallow above the open fire, but you thought nothing of it at first. There is probably just a bee hive near your camp. However, you can't help but continue to think about the noise. You eat your freshly roasted treat, it suddenly dawns on you. It's winter, no bees are going to be flying during this time of year, due to the cold..

Your body freezes on place. If this sound isn't caused by any hive, what is causing the noise? You instinctivly look around you, trying to spy where the buzzing sound comes from and what causes it. As you look around, you can only vaguely see the trees outside of your camp. The rest of the forest is covered in darkness. Your mind fills in the blanks of the spaces shrouded in darkness, making it seem like something is moving out there. You get increasingly more anxious, your thoughts go to places where you don't want to be. The atmosphere doesn't seem nearly as peaceful anymore as you thought, when you had set up the camp. You had almost completly forgotten the buzzing noise from earlier, as your mind continues to spiral anbout what could possibly be hidding in the dark, when you suddenly hear the sound again, but it's way louder than before and clearly somewhere behind you. When you realise where the noise is coming from, you immeadiatly spin around.

You spot a terrifying amalgamation of a giant robot and a wasp towering over your tent. Its eyes narrowed, while it glares at your, in comparison, small form. You let out a terrified scream at the sight of the beast, instinctivly shuffling backwards, trying to put as much distance between you and that thing. You stop infront of the fire, not wanting to burn yourself by backing into it. Your eyes remain fixed on the creature's face, not breaking eye contact for a second. This thing growled, you can slightly understand a word or two, realising whatever that creature was, it was capable of speach and it seemed to expect you to understand what it's saying.

Both of you remain in a standstill for a while, you don't dare to move not wanting to awaken any hunting instincts in the creature by acting like prey. After a few minutes, the creature suddenly dashes over to you out of nowhere. You barerly have time to react until you're pinned against a tree. The creature seems even more agitated than before, growling something again, sounding extremly similiar to the first time it tried to communicate. It's probably repeating what it said to you earlier, but unlike the time before, this time you are able to understand what the beast is saying "This is Wasps territory, not territory human territory." What you assume is called wasp, opens its insectoid jaws wide. The creature shoves you inside, not wasting any time. Your terrified struggles and cries aren't doing you any good. Your body just gets forced deeper and deeper inside its throat, inside its quite cramped as you get slpwly pulled deeper and deeper into Wasps insides. It's so tight that you are unable to to move your limbs enough to struggle.

After what feels like hours, your now exhausted body slips into a spacious place, glowing liquid sorrounds your feet. You are too exhausted by the whole ordeal to move, now that the adrenaline has worm off. You close your eyes and weep, giving up on all hope as wasp carries you off into the dark depths of the forest..

[thessalian]

Thess vs More Adulting

Payday is always a happy day, but it's also a little more than that. I mean, it is for me, but I assume that other people do the same thing as I do - that thing being "prep for the month ahead". By which I mean grocery shopping. After all, a person has to eat. Which I have to keep fucking reminding myself because I've fallen back into some significantly disordered eating the last little while. So this month is all about trying to fix or at least mitigate that.

So here's the list and the plan for the month:

So many emergency calories, because I keep forgetting to put food into myself when I'm working and I get hangry and weird. So nuts, crisps, dried fruit, corn thins, cold cuts, some tinned peaches, and clementines.

Fixings for potato salad. Because nothing's easier than just scooping some potato salad out of the bowl in the fridge and stuffing it into one's face.

Things To Roast - a big ol' chunk of pork shoulder, a large chicken, and lamb breast (which was an accident; I wanted shoulder for lamb dopiaza but apparently they were out). That'll be roast dinners plus everything I can do with the leftovers - risotto, stir-fry, stuff like that.

On the subject of stir-fry, I found ho fun noodles when I was out picking up meds and stuff yesterday. I like those way better than the vermicelli rice noodles. I also got tater tots because they're a fairly recent addition to Sainsbury's frozen-food repertoire and I will single-handedly demonstrate that it's a worthwhile thing to keep around if I have to because I HAVE MISSED TATER TOTS SO MUCH.

Further additions for batch cooking, since I've got some meat still in the freezer that just needs little additions to make into multiple meals. Specifically passata and courgette for spaghetti bolognaise, and carrots for chicken stew.

Drinkables and treats. As well as my usual couple of bottles of cherries and berries squash, I treated myself to an eight-pack of Coke. Picked up some marshmallows for hot chocolate and to make Rice Krispie treats, and some chocolate chips for cookies. Also one small bag of gummy sweets and a big bag of prawn crackers, which are thankfully gluten-free.

The standards - eggs, butter, sugar, coffee, etc. I mean, the first three are largely for baking (though the sugar's as much for the coffee as the baking) and I have some plans for French toast, so it's at least partly treat, but never mind.

Of course, this led to a need for more adulting. Not only putting all the stuff away, but apparently my bag of sugar had a leak at the bottom and sugar kind of got all over the kitchen floor. But never mind, I had to hoover anyway. Did the rest of the flat while I was at it. I'd already started a load of laundry at that point (it's on the drying cycle now), and while I do need to clear out the fridge a little more, things are mostly uncer control. Aaaaaaaaaall the adulting.

Of course, at some point in the not too distant, I'm going to have to go and pick up the bits that were missing. Not too many things, but I still want them, so that'll be a thing. I think I'll wait until tomorrow, though. Much as I hate going to the supermarket on a Sunday, Saturdays are worse unless I'm going late, and I really don't want to leave the house today. Still feeling the whole mess of this week, including the idiotic attempt to walk to the corner shop without my cane the other day.

(The shrubbery still has my cane, but I have a new one now - it's actually better than the old one, so that's a good thing.)

One last ... well, silver lining nice thing. My stepfather called yesterday - while I was working, but he apologised for disturbing me. He also apologised that the other flat isn't going to be ready for habitation by the end of this month the way he said it would be. I was honestly fine with that for two reasons: 1) I'd already figured that out because he promised he'd give me a goodly amount of notice so I could book time off, and 2) Scruffman's off in Greece for two weeks as of Monday and I couldn't have taken the time off anyway. It's already going to be an absolute fucking mess at the office without him - however cursory his attempts to ride herd on the lazier of the lazy fuckers in the office have been, it's better than nothing, which is what they'll have for the next two weeks.

Yeah, yesterday was a complete joke because of ... well, the usual. Friday was "New Girl sits on reports from Thursday morning until Friday afternoon, then dumps them back into the queue, and also completely ignores the ten-minute monstrosity by one of The Annoyances (who specifically creates a truly epic word salad every time she speaks) for the entire day". I mean, everyone else ignored the ten-minute word salad too, but I felt I had every right to because I not only took everyone else's long ridiculous reports that day, but also picked up the ones that New Girl had been sitting on all day because she picked them up but refused to actually type them. So I figure the "Leave the long ones for [Thess] to do" is going to be the rule for the next two weeks from these lazy fuckers.

But I have a fridge full of food, plans for glorious dinners, and a weekend of TTRPGs. It can't be all bad if I've got that.

[wrenjacobswrites]

NAME: Untitled Ryan/Dylan The Quarry fanfic.

FANDOM: The Quarry

Ship: Dylan Lenivy/Ryan Erzahler

RATING: Explicit

Summary:

Dylan pulls back and gazes into Ryan’s eyes. “You’re as stiff as a board, big guy. Some guys get off on that but not me. I don’t like peace and quiet.”

“Are you seriously quoting known necrophile Henry Lee Lucas?” Ryan asked.

“Yeah, from your podcast, remember?”

“During sex?”

“Yeah, why not?”

Author’s note: Some The Quarry porn I wrote years ago. I remembered it when I booted up Until Dawn.

“Are you, the man that can’t be moved, actually scared?” Dylan asked.

“I’m not scared, this is just dumb.” Ryan said before he turned his head to watch Dylan. Dylan’s eyes were shiny and liquid in the lowlight.

They’re lying shoulder to shoulder in a tight bunk bed. The cabin they’re in is empty, the scent of pine in the air. It was warm—the summer night swept over Hackett’s Quarry. It was dark and quiet since the campers were having one last hoorah by the lake. The rest of the consolers were with them, telling stories and roasting marshmallows over the red fire in the deep dark forest. It left Ryan and Dylan watching the stars leaking through the ceiling. The low, tinny pop song bled from the radio. Dylan’s sweaty arm stuck on Ryan’s. Ryan is going to lose his virginity to smart ass Dylan who he just realized he had a crush on earlier this morning, when he watched him make the announcements. He always had the worst timing. Well, like summer, it wasn’t meant to last forever. Ryan isn’t the going steady type anyway.

“Well, we’re leaving tomorrow and you’re super indecisive.” Dylan said.

“Oh, so you’re not?”

“No. I think I should be top.” Dylan shrugs as he props his head up with his left hand. He uses his other one to stroke Ryan’s cheek with his rough index finger, tracing circles into his skin. Ryan tried to control his breathing as Dylan watched his mouth before looking into his eyes again.

“So, you’re just immovable? Stubborn?” Ryan asked.

“Like a Shetland pony.”

“Don’t you mean, ‘like a mule’?”

“I know what I’m about, Ryan.” Dylan said. “You still want to do this, right?”

“Have sex? Yeah…”

“And we can’t decide who the top should be. So, Rock Paper Scissors is a totally legit way to pick who the pillow princess is.”

“Who’s the what now?”

“Pillow princess.” Dylan said it again, like it would make sense repeated. “Guy who sits back and takes it.”

“You make it sound easier than it actually is.”

“How do you know it’s not easy? You’ve never done it.”

“Neither have you.”

“Okay, true.” Dylan said. “But…how about this: you can pretend I’m Mr. H, if it makes you feel any better.”

Ryan’s face pricked with sweat as he glanced at the mosaic of water stains in the ceiling. Chris’s sandpaper rough hand as he gripped the back of Ryan’s neck—tight, tight, tight—the smell of his woody ginger aftershave. His deep chuckle rumbling through him, his slick skin when he held Ryan close to him after the right number of beers. Ryan licked his dry, flaky bottom lip. His face must be red. Good thing this cabin was shadow soaked. He was hidden in the golden light.

“You’re a dick.” Ryan said.

“Everyone knows you have a thing for him.”

“Define ‘everyone.’”

“The people that matter, like me and Kaitlyn.”

“I don’t have a thing for Chris.”

“Isn’t that like, illegal?”

“No, we’d both be consenting adults.” Ryan says. “If he…if I were interested.”

“Yeah.” Dylan says with a breathy laugh. “Whatever you say, Jailbait.”

“I don’t think you know what that word means.” Ryan says. “Are we doing this or not?”

“Rock Paper Scissors?” Dylan asks, laying back down to watch the ceiling above them. “Yeah. If you’re still up for it.”

“Fine. I can think of dumber ways to lose my virginity.”

“Best out of three and no ifs, ands, or buts if you lose.” Dylan says. “One, two, three, go!”

Ryan gets paper. Dylan gets rock.

“That’s how we do.” Ryan says.

“Don’t celebrate too hard, Champ.” Dylan says, using Chris’s nickname for Ryan, making Ryan’s swallow thickly. “We still have two rounds left.”

“One, two, three…go.” Ryan says.

Ryan gets paper. Dylan gets scissors.

“This feels so right.” Dylan says. “Okay, final round. One, two, three, go!”

Ryan gets rock. Dylan gets…Paper. He lost.

“And the winner is me. I’d like to thank my family and friends.” Dylan says. “Your ass is mine, Erzahler.”

Ryan swallows dryly as Dylan moves to get between his legs. The man’s chest presses against his, hot and heavy, weighing him down into the mattress. Dylan’s drowned in Versace Eros. It had enchanted Ryan since the first day at Hackett’s Quarry. Dylan’s hands frames Ryan’s side, firm and hot, holding him in place. Dylan presses his lips against Ryan’s and steals his breath away. It’s Ryan’s first kiss—not Dylan’s. The man had kissed other people, but he said it never went any further than that. Now they will. Dylan licks against Ryan’s gated lips and Ryan opens his mouth. Dylan tastes like cherry coke and Ryan thinks he’ll remember that on his deathbed. His face burns, his heart races. He gingerly wraps his arms around Dylan’s waist and holds him close. Dylan smiles against his mouth, dragging one of his hands up Ryan’s side, crushing up his shirt until his hot, rough, sweat silky, big hand on Ryan’s lower stomach. Ryan goes still, not sure what he should do.

Dylan pulls back and gazes into Ryan’s eyes. “You’re as stiff as a board, big guy. Some guys get off on that but not me. I don’t like peace and quiet.”

“Are you seriously quoting known necrophile Henry Lee Lucas?” Ryan asked.

“Yeah, from your podcast, remember?”

“During sex?”

“Yeah, why not?”

Ryan chuckles. Leave it to Dylan to make an awkward situation less awkward by being awkward. Fighting fire with weird ass fire. He’s one of a kind. It’ll be so hard to leave him. Sucks they waited until the last night to hook up, experiment, love each other. They didn’t even get the chance to carve their name into a tree like Emma and Jacob did—not that it mattered. He heard that relationship extinguished like the flames of the campfire before bed. Maybe what Ryan and Dylan were going to do is better. Make it a night to remember and then depart and not have to worry about jealousy, falling out of love, arguing just like his parents, and Dylan finding out that he was just an indecisive, scared kid under his ‘stoic’ exterior. Still…

Ryan takes in every fluttering eyelash, the brown fleck of stardust at the bottom of his chin, the updo of brown hair—his pupils black in the golden light, as shiny as the night sky freckled with stars. He searches Dylan’s face, not sure what he’s looking for. He tries to commit him to memory, but it feels like tracing his shadow on the cabin wall or writing their names in the shore of Lake Septimus—when Hackett Quarry disappears, so will Dylan.

He cups Dylan’s warm, satin cheek. “I thought my job was to lay here and take it. I’m your…’pillow princess.’

“It’s even hotter when you say it.” Dylan says. “Seriously, though. Are you…good?”

“Yeah.” Ryan half-lies. He lifts his knees, digging his heels into the springy mattress, his thighs bordering Dylan’s hips, the front of their jeans rubbing together, causing Ryan to take a shuddery breath as he hardens under the delicious friction. Dylan bows his head, tangling his fingers in the hem of Dylan’s shirt. He balls the material in his fist and pulls up until the slight, summer breeze brushes over Ryan’s nipples. Ryan gasped and holds on to Dylan’s side to anchor himself as the man drinks him in deep through his mouth, almost hard enough to bruise. Dylan’s moves are so abrupt, and rough like he can’t wait to get to Ryan. It makes Ryan harder—someone wanting him so badly they couldn’t be gentle about it. Most of the people in his life made him feel unloved unwanted but Dylan seems like he’d die if they stopped right now.

“If we don’t undress I might just fucking explode.” Dylan says as he sits back on his knees between Ryan’s legs.

“Yeah, yeah.” Ryan says. “I guess we should hurry up before a kid drowns or needs a playlist or something.”

“Hey, my job is just as important as yours.” Dylan says as it tapers off into a laugh. Ryan sits up a little before hooking his fingers under his shirt. Dylan puts his hand on Ryan’s to stop him. “I want to undress you, pillow princess.”

“Hm. I’m starting to think you’re not using that term ironically.” Ryan says as he lays back down. Dylan smiles and hooks his fingers under the hem of Ryan’s shirt. He moves it up, Ryan lifts his arms to help Dylan pull it off. The man balls the shirt up and tosses it to the floor. Before Ryan can protest, Dylan pressed their mouthes together, kissing him deep, wet, hot, and obscenely good. Ryan’s eyes flutter close—his face is on fire, brain getting foggy like he’s three beers deep, as he opens up to Dylan. He places his hand on Dylan’s lower back and stroked the smooth skin there. Dylan pulls away and Ryan’s lips burn with the distance between them. Dylan unbuckles Ryan’s belt before unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down his zipper. Dylan moves back and yanks Ryan’s jeans off, the jangling of his belt louder than the morning birds in the clear mornings.

Ryan’s just in his black boxers and white socks. He crosses his arms as Dylan watches him with his eyebrows raised and his lips slightly apart, like he was in awe of him. Ryan’s sure his own face is colored red.

“You are extremely hot. I mean, how do you not fall in love with your own reflection?” Dylan says. “I’ve been dreaming about this all summer.”

“Yeah…why didn’t we do this sooner?” Ryan asks.

“Because you ooze straight guy.” Dylan says. “I had to learn that Ted Bundy likes brunette, middle class white women to even start a conversation with you.”

“Guess I’m not good at picking up hints, huh?”

“No, you’re clueless. Let’s hope you pick up the next thing I’m laying down: my dick.” Dylan says as he strips off his shirt, his milk pale chest and abdomen lightly muscled and shiny with sweat. Ryan swallows a lump in his throat as Dylan steps out of his blue jeans, now equal to Ryan in his cranberry red boxer briefs.

“Mmmm. Smooth. Your wit knows no bounds.” Ryan says, a little more at ease. Maybe Dylan’s secretly a genius, because with every dumb joke the man makes, Ryan’s walls crumble a little more.

Ryan lets his gaze wander from Dylan’s legs, past his bulge, until he meets those dark eyes again. Dylan smiles and flexes his arm muscles.

“You…have a condom, right?” Ryan asks.

“Uh, no.” Dylan says as if Ryan asked him a dumb question. “We don’t need one.”

“Chris told me I should always use condoms…”

“Mr. H gave you the talk? That must’ve been the most confusing jerk off sesh of your life.”

“I’m not crushing on Mr. Hackett.” Ryan said. “You think Jacob has any?”

“Any what?”

“Condoms.”

“We’re each other’s first so we don’t need any.”

“Yeah, but they’re slick so it’ll make it easier for you to…you know, yeah.”

“I have lotion in my bag. I’ll just use a ton of it.” Dylan says. “Ryan, big guy, I got you. Just lie back and let Dylan handle it, okay?”

“You’re a little too confident, Dylan.” Ryan says. They watch each other, Ryan’s arms crossed and Dylan’s hands on his own hips. It’s like a game to see who breaks first, who’d be the first one to take off their underwear. “We should remove—“

“Get our dicks out. Got it.” Dylan finishes. He smiles and pulls down his boxers, letting them fall to his ankles before stepping out of them. His hard cock springs free—Ryan’s not really a porn guy so he only had like six other dicks to compare Dylan’s to. It looks big—bigger than Ryan’s, uncircumcised, with dark hair around the base. “Tada.”

“Um, wow.” Ryan tries to think of something sexy to say, but he can’t so he just gives the man a thumbs up. Dylan chuckles.

“Alright. Your turn.” Dylan says, sitting on the end of the bed, watching Ryan intently. Ryan swallowed something thick in his throat, he was sticky with sweat. Dylan did it. It wouldn’t be fair to chicken out now. Ryan can’t pretend his dick wasn’t aching, Dylan wasn’t beautiful, and they didn’t only have tonight. His stomach tightens, what if he was a trash lay and the last thing Dylan saw of him is him sucking in bed? He takes a deep breath.

“What are you thinking about?” Dylan asks. He seems genuinely concerned, not like his usual sardonic edge, so Ryan comes clean.

“Just…I’ve never had sex with someone, so what if I’m bad at it?”

“Oh, you’re going to be bad at it.” Dylan says “So will I. We’re each other’s first, remember?”

“So why are we doing it?”

“Because, I heard sex is like pizza. Even when it’s really bad, it’s still really good, ya know?”

“That weirdly makes sense.” Ryan says.

“I do that sometimes. Now take off your underwear. I’ve reached the limits of my patience.”

Ryan nods as he moves his hands to the black band of his underwear, his hands trembling slightly, from fear or arousal, he doesn’t know. Dylan’s gaze burns like a brand. Ryan takes a deep breath to steady himself as he pulls his underwear down his thighs, they get caught on his raised knees. Dylan grabs the bottom of Ryan’s underwear and pulled them the rest of the way down, taking them off Ryan’s ankles.

Ryan was about to protest but Dylan was on him, pressing their slick mouthes together, their skin dewy from sweat, the smell of Dylan’s cologne overwhelming, their dicks glancing off each other’s causing Ryan to moan into the kiss. Dylan snuggles between Ryan’s open legs as Ryan turns his head to the side to suck in breath. Everywhere they connected, burned. Dylan lands a wet kiss on Ryan’s temple before he moves his mouth down enough for his teeth to scrape against Ryan’s jugular. Ryan shivers with pleasure, his dick getting harder as the man bites down, sure to leave a mark. That’ll take some explaining tomorrow, but tonight, Ryan doesn’t mind it.

Dylan drags his nails down Ryan’s side, making him shiver and sure to leave red marks. He devours Ryan’s mouth again, drinking him like he was the elixir of life and Dylan was fucking dying. Dylan moves his hips against Ryan’s, their chest pushed together like Dylan was trying to scent him up, mark him as his possession. Ryan had never belonged to someone, had never had anyone who cared about him enough for that. He never felt wanted and even though sex is a temporary, fleeting ego boost, it felt good to belong to someone. To belong to Dylan.

Dylan sat up on his knees, his thighs propping up and open Ryan’s legs. Dylan reached behind him into the open gym bag and took out Lubriderm. His hands were slightly shaking as he smiled at Ryan, now the cool guy façade is starting to flinch.

“So, I guess I’m not worth a lotion that’s more than six dollars?” Ryan joked, trying to ease the mood.

“It’s handy in a pinch and trust me, they’ve been a lot of pinches this summer since you’ve been walking around with your shirt off.”

Ryan blushed. Here goes nothing. “You’re beautiful, Dylan.”

Dylan looked away as a smile spread on his face. His cheeks were dusted pink in the low light. He tightened the grip on the bottle before releasing it. He pressed down the top and gathered a lump of white in the palm of his hand. He put the lotion to the side and rubbed his palms together. It looked stickier than lubricating. Ryan swallowed thickly. Dylan rubbed his slick hand over his own dick, shuddering, stroking himself from hilt to tip.

A heavy wave of want crashed over Ryan as he bit his bottom lip. He moved his hand toward his own dick but Dylan slapped it away and replaced it with his own hands. His grip was hot, tight, and slick, making Ryan’s toes curl as his breathing sped up. The man stroked him, using long, leisurely motions. Ryan felt like he was going to melt as the sound of his breathing filled the small cabin.

“Dylan.” He groaned out. Dark eyes met his as the man had a crooked smile, like Dylan needed another excuse to be cocky, but Ryan couldn’t help it. Jerking off had never felt this good. Dylan kept stroking him with one hand while he used his other slick hand to rub against Ryan’s entrance. He dipped his finger in, and Ryan flinched. It didn’t burn, but he was concerned that even that little bit of Dylan’s finger felt big and intruding.

“Are you okay?” Dylan asked, never stopping stroking his dick.

“That certainly…is a sensation.” Ryan said.

“I wouldn’t know because I’m the big, handsome top.” Dylan said as he pushed his finger until it was buried up to the root in Ryan. Ryan’s gasp echoed through out the room as he tangled his fingers in the sheets below him and clenched his toes. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt before—he wasn’t sure if that’s a bad or good thing, but the finger felt like a lot. Dylan moved his hand from Ryan’s cock and gripped Ryan’s hip hard enough to bruise to keep him in place—Ryan hadn’t realized he was trying to move away from the finger. Dylan made him take his finger as he pulled out and pushed it back in. “How are we doing? Still doing great?”

“I don’t know, just…jeez.” Ryan grabbed his own cock and stroked it enough to let out a breathy sigh as Dylan finger fucked him. Around the tenth pass he loosened up, relaxing his toes until…Dylan pressed something deep inside him, causing his dick to leak come. He moaned and took a shuddery breath.

“Bingo.” Dylan said as he pressed on Ryan’s prostate hard enough to make Ryan delirious. “The look on your face is almost enough to make me fucking blow it right here.”

Ryan couldn’t do anything but pant and cry out when Dylan removed his finger. He felt empty and open—just wanting to be filled. Dylan climbed over him, his body heat fucking volcanic, as the man grabbed the base of his dick and pressed the head against Ryan’s hole—it was way bigger than Dylan’s finger. Ryan bit his bottom lip as Dylan pushed in with a gasp, stilling with just the tip of his cock in Ryan.

“Fuck.” Dylan said with a shiver. Ryan cupped his sides and pulled him down, Dylan going down easily until he was fully seated in Ryan. God, he was so full—he could almost feel Dylan in his stomach. Their chest were pressed together, Dylan between Ryan’s thighs. They were slick, Ryan’s dick was sensitive and trapped between their bodies, giving him an almost unbearable pleasure. It didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would. Dylan freezes on top of him, holding him down with his dick deep inside of him. “This is way better than pizza.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Ryan said breathlessly. “Can we, can you move?”

“Anything for my pillow princess.”

“Would you stop saying—“ Ryan began before Dylan moved, drawing out his cock until just the tip was in Ryan, before pushing back in, knocking a groan out of him. “Oh my god.”

“Yes,” Dylan agreed to a question Ryan didn’t ask, as he fucked him slowly, the springs of the mattress squeaking with each move of his hips. Ryan dragged Dylan down and pressed their mouthes together, drinking in that nectar of cherry cola. It was hot, wet, and animalistic with the spit dripping down his chin. Dylan sped up and increased force, fucking him into the mattress. Ryan takes short, sharp breaths every time he was filled as he clawed at Dylan’s sides. “You feel so good. Better than I imagined, and I have a great imagination.”

“Fuck. Dylan.”

“I am.” Dylan said breathlessly, always the smart ass. Ryan turned his head to the side to suck in breaths, so Dylan placed his wet lips against Ryan’s temple. Ryan felt something cresting within him, it inched closer and closer with every push of Dylan’s hips.

“Dylan, please just—oh my god.” Ryan groaned out. Dylan stilled before pulling out, leaving Ryan stretched open. “What the fuck?”

“Get on your hands and knees.”

“Why?”

“So I can have more control.”

“You don’t have enough already?”

“Ryan, this whole questioning authority thing is getting really old, really fast.” Dylan said. “Now turn around. You won’t regret it.”

“Whatever.” Ryan said. His body is heavy and pleasure drunk as he turned to face the door on his hands and knees. Dylan wasted no time kneeling behind him, gripping his hips tight enough to bruise and filling him up roughly. Ryan cursed as the smacking of the skin and squelching of the lotion made his cheeks burn. If only the others knew what they were doing instead of helping them watch the kids.

“You’re so hot.” Dylan shuddered out. “If only you could see yourself, you’d want to fuck you, too.”

Ryan let out a breathy chuckle that tapered off into a groan as Dylan hit his prostate. The new angle made him feel helpless, with Dylan holding him in place as he made him take his dick. He felt his own dick bouncing with every move of Dylan’s hips. Dylan leaned on his back, weighing him down until his stomach touched the bed. Dylan used one of his hands to cup under Ryan’s throat and tilt his head to the side so their lips can meet. His chest constricted; his breathing shallowed as he breathed through his nose. Sweat sprung on his forehead, he was weighted down as his cock rubbed against the coarse bedsheets almost painfully. He felt something building up inside him as Dylan fucked into him hard, each stab of his dick against Ryan’s prostate cause fireworks to bloom and die between the curtain of his eyes.

He came onto the stale sheets, the pillow muffling his moans, his body shuddering as he clawed the material under him. Dylan fucked him through it, breathy grunts barely audible over Ryan’s breathing. Ryan felt heavy and fucked out, the pleasure overwhelmed him and became tight and painful. Dylan never relented on fucking him. His grip got tighter as his hips sped up. His groans got louder as he fucked into him once, twice before spilling inside him. Ryan didn’t know what come inside him would feel like, but he didn’t know sticky and somehow runny was an option.

“And that’s how it’s done.” Dylan said breathlessly, as cocky as ever. “How was it?”

“Not bad.”

“Man of few words. Yeah, I totally get it. Too stunned by me to speak.” Dylan pulled out, Ryan flinched in pain. Dylan flopped down next to him, turning his head to watch Ryan. Dylan slipped on a smile. Ryan smiled back as he sank into those black tea eyes.

“Sucks that we’re leaving tomorrow.” Ryan said.

“Yeah. I should’ve kissed you first day. Soon as I put down my bags.” Dylan said. “Look, Ryan, I don’t want to be a Jacob about this, but I don’t want us to end.”

“Dylan, c’mon, man. I can’t even decide if I’m going to college or not. I don’t have time for a relationship.”

“All I’m asking for is the opportunity.” Dylan said. “You can start by giving me your number and we’ll go from there, okay?”

“You’re relentless.”

“It’s one of my finer qualities.” Dylan said. “So, what do you say, big guy? Star-crossed lovers until we fall madly, deeply, truly in love with each other or until we get bored and bang other people?”

“Pessimistic optimism. Not many like you, Dylan.” Ryan said before moving his face closer and brushing his lips against Dylan’s. He skimmed his thumb on the warm silk skin of Dylan’s lower stomach as Dylan sighed into the kiss before inching back, blowing soft breath into the caesura of their lips.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Dylan said.

“

[moveme4nt]

FRESH CUT GRASS AND ROASTED MARSHMALLOWS

falling in love with the quidditch player from the house you despise oh so much

˚✧ ♡˚✧♡ ˚✧♡ ˚✧♡ ˚✧♡ ˚✧ ♡˚✧♡ ˚✧♡ ˚✧♡ ˚✧

2 months later

things have been going so well with jeno and i! he takes me on cute dates and i go to his games and practices as much as i can, even as far as wearing one of his gryffindor sweaters he gave me for games where they don’t play against ravenclaw.

evalynn has gotten a little distant though which is weird. she says shes just behind on studying and it’s stressing her out but even haechan and renjun have noticed a shift. i always see her at the quidditch practices but shes all the way on the opposite side of where we usually sit and wont even acknowledge when i wave to her.

we still hang out sometimes and both of us pretend there’s nothing going on but somethings clearly different.

today we’re in our shared room, classes just ended for the holidays and we’re just chatting and “modeling” each others clothes, giggling our heads off at how ridiculous we look. everyone else has gone home to their families but ev and i promised that this year we’d spend christmas together at hogwarts.

i pull a nice summer-y dress from her clothes and hold it up to my shoulders, checking myself out in the mirror.

“soooo, how’re things with jeno?” she smiles through the mirror. i blush and look down.

“good,,, great actually. hes so sweet, and thoughtful. he’s constantly buying me flowers or other small things, always telling me im the prettiest thing to walk the earth.” i roll my eyes and she chuckles.

“sounds like i was right all along you guys are PERFECT for each other.” i laugh and throw the dress at her.

“mhm suuuure.” we haven’t genuinely had fun together like this in a while. it feels nice.

“ugh im so glad classes are over for a while! i swear if i had to even look at a pencil for another second i was gonna scream my head off.” she dramatically falls back onto her bed. i sigh.

“i knoooow! divination was so exhausting the last couple of days, thank god trelawny decided to pair us all up for the rest of the semester.” she shoots up.

“oh yeah! i heard you were paired with jaemin ouuuuuu.” she wiggles her brows, but there’s something slightly off abt her voice. i ignore it.

“no ouuuuu ya weirdo i dont even like him anymore i have jeno remember? he is very nice though but i guess thats just the standard hufflepuff idk.” she goes silent for a moment as i return to rummaging her closet.

“hm maybe you could put in a good word for me then? get me a quidditch boyfriend too.” i freeze as i watch her lay back down from the mirror, arms behind her head and a smug look on her face. is that,,,,

“is that why you’ve been so weird lately?” i stare at her through the mirror and watch as her eyes shoot open. “have you wanted jaemin this whole time? is that why you threw jeno at me?” she sits up and looks at me, trying to hide her nervousness. i turn to look directly at her, no more mirror.

“what no- lena i-“ her eyes never stop shifting. im angered, my body rising in heat by the second.

“what if jeno didn’t stick? what if he never came up to me at all? did you pay him or something? yall have some sort of deal? did he actually ever like me to begin with?” im breathing so heavily right now. “what if i decided to pursue jaemin? would you have still been my friend?” her eyes shift to the window. wow.

“the rest of that stuff no! he genuinely did like you from the start, you can even ask chenle and jisung for yourself. but yes, i did- do like jaemin and thought using what i knew about jeno liking you would make it easier if,,,,” i take a deep inhale and close my eyes to try and calm myself.

“if i were distracted.” i open my eyes again and she nods before looking down at her hands.

“im sorry lena i know it was a shitty move but-“

“A SHITTY MOVE??? YOU BASICALLY STOPPED TALKING TO ME- now that i think about it,,, you did start being nice again around the time jaemin and i got paired,,, you’re despicable, like honestly.” i move to my side of the room and grab my phone. she stands up, watching me walk to the door.

“mags wait thats not-“ i pause, my hand on the door knob.

“its the fact that i can’t even believe a word you say now. how do i know whats true and what isn’t?” she tries to get closer but i glare at her and she stops.

“like i said you can ask chenle and jisung theyre the ones who tol-“ i scoff.

“the two boys who are your friends? how am i supposed to know they aren’t in on it too? do you think im that gullible?” she stays silent. “wow, just,,,, wow” and i walk out to go clear my head in the common room.

we don’t speak to each other the rest of break.

i ignore the thousands of texts from jeno.

i don’t even look at the present he left me.

six /

[chaoticfoxes]

Location: Team Retreat  Date: Friday, August 20  Time: Night (open)      

Sterling is pretty in his element here actually. It’s not the desert. There’s actually some fucking shade. No one’s making him carry a heavy ass bucket of water back and forth. It still feels familiar to him. Sterling’s had years to get used to modern amenities by now, but sometimes he prefers things simple--just outdoors without relying on anything that makes things too easy. 

This is definitely easier than living on the commune though. They had things down to a system where everything ran smoothly, but that was because they all put in so much hard labor to make it that way. They didn’t roast marshmallows at night or trade scary stories. They didn’t pack up everything when the weekend ended and go back to their air conditioned dorms. It was just---Sterling’s life.

The fire’s dying and Sterling’s full and happy from all the s’mores he ate. He pulls away from the group slightly to lay right there in the grass and stare up at the night sky, the stars so much more visible out here. He hasn’t seen anything like it since he lived in the desert. Salt Lake City has too much light pollution. 

It’s hard not to get lost in his thoughts these days. It feels like there’s a ticking clock over his head always now, counting down the days until this is all over. Either he gets drafted or he goes home and resigns himself to living in the basement and picking up some blue collar job to get by. He and Colin will graduate and leave, while Kent stays behind. It feels like they’re doomed. 

When he hears footsteps approaching, he sighs and prays that it isn’t some freshmen here to annoy the shit out of him. Without checking who it is, he points up at the sky. “Know any constellations?” He asks in a bored tone. 

[lexa-griffins]

Do farm clexa do anything special or fun with their kids when they're all on spring break?

Omg yes!!!! With the kids being older is much easier to do stuff outside than when they were smaller it was nearly impossible. But with every single one of them at school age things are simplier sometimes.

They camp outside a LOT. The kids love it, usually either Lexa or Clarke spends the night there with them (theres usually a mini fight about it. "I carried all of those kids my back is killing me" "well you got breaks in between i gotta carry my heavy tits everywhere!"), although its almost certain Saige and Aden will wake up in the middle of the night and go back inside to cuddle with whatever mom is nicely tucked in her bed. They tell stories - Madi and the twins love scary one, Lexa isnt much of a fan but Clarke likes to scare the kids a little and there were only tears one time - roast marshmallows while wrapped in blankets because the night air is still crisp although no impossibly so.

There's also a lot more of getting a picnic ready and going with the kids for a walk through the properties around them until theu reach this big lake. The kids are old enough to go ahead for a bit and Lexa and Clarke dont have to be scared one of them is going to fall badly or take off running like they used to do as toddlers. It also means Lexa and Clarke can enjoy the walk too, hold hands and steal kisses that will get them a groan from whatever kid was close by and caught the affectionate gesture.

Spring break and spring are beautiful on the farm itself, and although the kids still have chores, they are allowed more free time on their spring break and because those kids are all farm raised they will spend their spring break days outside doing activities that may be a little weird for their classmates, but they only have one computer and as of right now Madi is the only one with a phone so they have a lot of fun playing with the animals, reading and drawing outside in the sun and spring breeze. And on those rainy april shower days, they'll all have turns on the pc, while the rest plays pretend or, in Saige's case, stare longing outside, asking for her moms to tell her again the story of that rainy spring day when they were forced to run inside the old falling apart cottage to avoid getting wet when they were just about her age and how now its their forever home 🥹

[gainprincess]

The roughest part of being a maid to someone like Patchouli isn't the taste testing, the feeding, or the way she has to get the living marshmallow mountain out of doorways.

It's actually getting her to go outside to the lake to take a break.

Her beloved mistress is testing her. Not by assigning her to care for Patchouli, of course, she likes Patchouli a lot. Even when the librarian innocently comments on how fat they both are like it won't make Sakuya drool internally (and externally if she isn't careful enough), and shakes her gut with a flabby hand to prove the point.

Those sorts of things are...stressing, let's say, but they're still good. And Patchy's soft demeanor makes her easier to get along with than someone like her mistress in a bad mood.

The problem, though...

"Lady Patchouli, I believe the library has seen enough tending in the last 20 hours, and while I would love to serve you this roasted chicken right NOW...would it not be more fun to eat out in the dining room? Where the sun is?"

[minzza12]

Summer Activities to Take Advantage of at the Beach

We all want to make the most of summer, and what better way to do that than by spending some time at the beach? Whether you’re a beach bum or a sun-seeker, there are plenty of activities for you to try this summer. Here are five ideas for activities that will make the most of your time at the beach.

Kayaking: Kayaking is a great way to explore different parts of the beach that may not be easily accessible from land. It also provides a unique view since you’ll be in the water as opposed to on land. Plus, it’s great exercise if you get tired of laying in the sand all day!

Beach Volleyball: Beach volleyball is an iconic summer activity and it's perfect for getting your friends together for some friendly competition. The best part? You don't need any special equipment other than a net and some balls! It's easy to set up and even easier to play – so grab your friends and get ready to hit the sand!

Standup Paddle boarding (SUP): If you’re looking for something new and exciting, standup paddle boarding (SUP) is definitely worth trying out. Not only is it physically challenging, but it also offers stunning views when done in open waters like oceans or lakes. If you're feeling adventurous, why not take a SUP yoga class? It'll give you a chance to get your body moving while enjoying nature around you!

Boating: Boating is one of those activities that can be as relaxed or as wild as you want it to be – depending on what type of boat you choose! Spend an afternoon leisurely sailing around or rent out a speedboat for an adrenaline-filled ride on the waves – whatever floats your boat! And if fishing isn't your thing, just bring some snacks and drinks aboard and enjoy a sunset cruise with friends or family instead!

Beach Bonfire & S'mores: Nothing quite screams “summer night” like gathering around a bonfire with friends while roasting marshmallows over an open flame. Of course, don’t forget about making s'mores too – they’re always welcome additions to any bonfire! Plus, this activity won't cost much either; all you need are sticks, firewood, marshmallows, graham crackers, chocolate bars – voilà instant fun times with friends!

As we move into warmer weather months here in Canada it's important that we take advantage of our beautiful coastlines before winter comes back around again. So gather up your favorite people and head down to your local beach this summer - there's no better time than now for exploring new activities outdoors! From kayaking and standup paddle boarding (SUP) to beach volleyball and bonfires - there are plenty of ways for humans young and old alike to soak up some sun this season while having lots of fun along the way too! Enjoy yourselves out there folks - happy summering everyone!! : )  ​

[kidzkastleri]

Unforgettable RI Birthday Parties with a Unique Slumber Party Brand

Planning a memorable birthday celebration in Rhode Island just got easier with the introduction of a new slumber party brand. From themed sleepovers to action-packed adventures, these parties offer a unique and exciting experience for children of all ages. Let's explore how this innovative brand is revolutionizing RI birthday parties.

The Allure of RI Birthday Parties

Rhode Island, with its picturesque landscapes and vibrant communities, provides the perfect backdrop for unforgettable birthday celebrations. Whether you're hosting a party at home or seeking a unique venue, there are endless possibilities for creating magical moments and lasting memories with friends and family.

Introducing the Slumber Party Brand

Adding a new dimension to RI birthday parties, the slumber party brand offers a fresh and exciting approach to celebrating special occasions. Gone are the days of traditional birthday parties; instead, children can now enjoy immersive sleepover experiences filled with fun activities, themed décor, and personalized touches.

Elevating the Birthday Experience

With the slumber party brand, birthday parties in Rhode Island are taken to new heights. From princess and superhero themes to outdoor adventures and movie nights, there's something for every child's interests and preferences. Each party package is thoughtfully curated to provide an unforgettable experience that captivates the imagination and creates cherished memories.

The Benefits of Choosing a Slumber Party Brand

Opting for a slumber party brand for your child's birthday celebration offers several benefits. Not only does it eliminate the stress and hassle of planning and organizing the party yourself, but it also ensures a unique and memorable experience for the birthday child and their guests. With professional setup and assistance, parents can relax and enjoy the festivities while the slumber party brand takes care of the rest.

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The magic of a slumber party brand lies in its ability to create lasting memories that children will treasure for years to come. From roasting marshmallows around a campfire to cozying up in themed sleeping bags, each moment is infused with joy and excitement. These parties foster friendship, creativity, and imagination, making them an ideal choice for birthday celebrations in Rhode Island.

Elevate Your RI Birthday Party Experience

For parents looking to create unforgettable birthday memories for their children, the slumber party brand offers a unique and exciting alternative to traditional celebrations. To learn more about hosting a slumber party in Rhode Island, visit kidzkastleri.com for party packages and booking information.

[that-tall-queer-bassist]

for the ask game!

movies or tv shows?

favourite smell in the summer?

which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

:D

i prefer movies because they're easier to rewatch, but i do love me a good tv show

Favorite smell in the summer... probably the smell of a campfire, I've always loved roasting marshmallows or cooking food over a campfire, and i loved watching over the fires to make sure they were still burning but not getting out of control

Genre! I've gotta say. I've been loving my superheroes lately. BUT fantasy has always been my back up. But right now i have to answer superhero, because of course i do.

THANK YOU FOR THE FUN ASKS <3<3<3

[pyotan]

Sweet Dive

“Come now.. Don’t you want to at least try it?” Nunh and Pet so very close to one another, there is a small fire before them to help add to the warmth of their huddle.. Alone in the desert beneath an endless sea of stars and moonlight.. How any of the Nunh’s cohorts would love to be in such a place, but he only wishes to share this moment with his precious rabbit..

Especially as G’amal blows out the flame upon a marshmallow, bringing the toasted confectionery close for Ijs to consume.. He still blowing upon it to help cool as it begins to goop..

“I’m.. fine..” Ijsbrand tries to lean away, very much not interested in this moment.. Or at least, not outwardly. Inside, his heart races with the thrills of romance and pining for further affections.. But he /still/ cannot admit it to himself let alone G’amal. 

Luckily, the seeker seems to know his feelings without them having to be said. And so he is insistent with the treat, his hand now underneath the dripping mess and accepting the scald that comes with such a gesture. 

“It’ssss the besssst toasted though..” An affectionate hiss, he gives it one last blow. “Therrrre~ now it ought to be cooled down enough.”

“Mmh..” Despite the uncommitted hum, Ijs begins to lean in.. he not wishing for the nunh to burn himself for his sake.. Or so he assures himself is the reason to accept this gesture.

A soft blow of his own, Ijs tucks back a loose strand of hair before finally taking a bite. It starts off small, soft.. But itjust ends up easier to slurp up the whole thing. A sticky lump of a mess in his mouth now, Ijsbrand begins to smack his mouth as he attempts to chew and swallow.. Exhaling the heat and steam that comes from being roasted over a fire.

G’amal rumbles in a fit of laughter, he pulling back from their huddle some to allow Ijsbrand a moment to eat..the moment the viis finally swallows, his lips are met with the seeker’s.. The nunh immediately beginning to nibble and lick off any sticky remains.. And after a moment of this clean up and for Ijs to catch his breath, G’amal locks off his mouth with his own and begins to deeply kiss.. Tongue diving forth to slather up the sweet flavor of charred marshmallow and Ijs’ spit.. 

And the whine that comes into the kiss just makes it all the sweeter.. And instead of shoving him away, he reaches to twist fingers into the nunh’s robes.. Such a grip, it encourages the nunh to delve further.. Nearly smothering the air out of him..