#screw jesus's birthday

[spookyfooxx]

Happy birthday Lemmy <3

[tetsunabouquet]

ITS OFFICIAL! ITS PAST MIDNIGHT! I AM 26!

[cindyss]

— drop the attitude or ill make it drip out of you - m. riddle

- pairing: mattheo riddle x fem reader

- note: yes the title was inspired by some book, not sure though i saw it on tik tok!

- word count: 1.8k

- smut!!

one of your fellow slytherin friends had hosted a party for his birthday inviting you to it. you put on your tight white top that gave a perfect view of your breasts, a shiny pink skirt that just covered your ass, and long white boots.

as you sat across your vanity adding final touches to your makeup, you heard a knock on the door. you opened the door, and as you were expecting, pansy was standing in front of you. she was matching you, wearing the very same top except hers was red, a short skirt and black boots.

“i am so excited for this party, ive been waiting for it since Vance told me hes hosting it“ she said with a grin. “you plan to screw him tonight?” you asked. “maybe, i mean lets be fucking honest, its vance, like every fucking girl in school wants him, and he invited us, he walked up to us and invited us to his own party, you know how many girls gave me looks after that?” she chuckled and you smiled at her as you collected your stuff ready to leave.

the walk to the guy’s house wasn’t long so instead of spending money on an uber, you decided to just walk there. right when you arrived, you and pansy’s jaws almost disconnected, his house was huge. his birthday was hosted in his backyard and was cowboy themed, and so to complete the celebration, he even brought a dancing bull.

you meet some of your other friends and stick with each other for a while before you begin drinking and dancing. as you and pansy dance, you notice vance approaching the both of you. he then smiles at you before focusing on pansy, he takes her hand and twirls her checking her out. He then grabs her mouth in a kiss as you flee away and out of the dancing circle. you get into the kitchen and away from the crowd to grab some more alcohol.

you find one of the cupboards open and a bottle of whiskey on the counter. in attempt to get a cup, you stand on your tip toes trying to reach the cups when you feel a hand snake over your waist, “need help princess?” “no thanks riddle” you turned around to bump into mattheo riddle, you were now chest to chest with his hand still around your waist.

he was for some strange reason obsessed with you, although you had rejected him a bunch of times now, even after breaking up with your boyfriend, he wouldnt stop. “id love if you called me mattheo, matt, mine, maybe?” he said smirking. “you wish” you sighed rolling your eyes at him. “fuck y/n dont roll your eyes at me” “pardon?” “you know what you’re doing princess” “i do? maybe you want to tell me because it seems i dont” to this he just chuckled as he stared at your lips.

“don’t stare at my lips, riddle” “why, is it making you wanna kiss me” you sighed heavily at his stupid comment. then, your very amusing conversation is cut short when you see people exiting the house heading outside. you manage to slip out of riddle’s hold and leave the house to find the group of people stood around the bull.

you find pansy and the two of you watch people fly off the bull. everyone was being picked by the others attending the party, two people each round. pansy eventually gets chosen with vance and the both of them get onto the bull and he wraps his arm around her waist holding her for dear life. they then also fall off chuckling and laughing as they get up.

“alright now for our next two..” the guy who’s picking speaks. “y/n and mattheo riddle!” malfoy shouts. right then, a bunch of “ooo’s” and “woah’s” are shared as mattheo smirks. you get on the bull and say to him before you start “don’t you dare touch me riddle” you warn him as he just chuckles.

it begins and you hold on tight as you scream “holy mary mother of jesus!” you screech as it goes faster. you then slip away from the bull but mattheo manages to grab you just in time and pull you back, he brings you closer to him and holds your waist “fuckk riddle get your hands away” you complain.

he then dips his head in your hair saying “drop the attitude princess or ill make it drip out of you later”. you freeze and feel the heat take all over you skin, you can feel that bastard smirking without even looking at him. then as the bull gets faster and faster, in attempt to push you both off. you feel something poke you from behind as your ass rubs into mattheo’s cock.

“riddle what the fuck!” you scream as he laughs “i cant control it princess, look at what you do to me”. Failing to throw you off, the bull finally stops as everyone claps for you and congratulates you.

Mattheo gets off first and puts his hand out for you to take and get off. You take his hand and he helps you off then pulls you closer so that your lips are inches away from each other “you think you can make me feel like that and then just run away? don’t even try to get away from me, i want to hear you moan my name while i rearrange your insides with my cock.”

suddenly you forget how to breathe, your face goes red and you freeze. he smirks before leading the way to the nearest bathroom he could find. he wastes no time locking the door and placing you on the counter, him between your legs.

as you sit down, your skirt pulls all the way up revealing your pink panties covering your pussy. you both stare down, him whispering a “oh dear god” before looking back at you to tease you once again. “did you forget how to speak?” he teases as his face gets near yours, his breath tickling your skin as he gets closer, your noses touching.

“mattheo” you breathe. “hmm?” he teases once again as his lips attach to your skin, kissing on your jaw. he traces your jaw with kisses moving toward your neck, your hand lays on his cheek and you close your eyes biting down on your lip to stop any moans from escaping as he sucks and nibbles on your skin. he bites leaving marks everywhere and then proceeds to move even further.

his mouth finds its way to your boobs kissing them as your wrap your fingers in his hair tugging at it, pulling yourself near him. “mattheo dear god kiss me already” he stops what he’s doing and raises his head so that he’s staring up at you “okay ms brat maybe if you asked nicely maybe then-“ and he’s interrupted when you connect your lips in a hungry needy kiss, slipping your tongue inside.

he smiles into the kiss pulling you closer to his body humping his clothed organ against your pussy. with just cloth separating the two of you, you’re desperate for some sort of friction so you start rubbing your pussy against his pants. his fingers slide up your thighs getting to your panties as he pushes them down. as much as he was enjoying the kissing and teasing, he needed to be inside you immediately, he lowered his pants and boxers in one go.

he spreads your legs a little more and pushed into you as you threw your head back, fingers locked in his brown curls, you moan. “mm.. mattheo” he peppers kisses on your neck “yes princess?” “harder.. please i need to gg~ fuck!!” he used his thumb to rub your clit “dont stop im so close oh god!” as much as he’d wanted you to cum on his cock, he wanted to push you even further, he pulled out of you as you let out a disappointed gasp.

“and i thought school work was the only thing you couldn’t get done, should i finish this myself?” “shut the fuck up princess.. please” he smirks at you as he carries you off the counter, turns you around and gives your ass a smack. he then bends you over and raises your skirt once again.

he teases you this time, taking his time before you let out your arm and grab him by the neck, pulling his face closer to yours “fuck me hard and dont stop this time, or im going to have to interfere” before you even finish, he pushes into you causing you to arch your back. “fuckkk mattheo” as he thrusts in and out of you, he uses his hands to gather your hair make a makeshift ponytail out of it.

then, holding your hair with one hand, he slips the other under your stomach, pulling you closer to him. “deeper mattheo deeper” you whisper. suddenly, you hear a nock on the door “fuck off!” mattheo screams at the person on the other side.

as his work is useless, you decide to interfere and slide your hand down, rubbing circles around your clit. you throw your head back, laying it on mattheo’s shoulder which causes him to see your doing. “am i not good enough?” he spoke “you are, your dick isnt” you tease him. he raises and eyebrow sarcastically at your statement and then once again pulls out of you.

“for merlin’s sake mattheo!” “ill show you if my dick is good enough or not” he then carries you and places you on the counter, he makes you lay on your stomach, spreading your legs for him. he then pounds into you and begins thrusting, fuck it was so deep like this. your walls clench around his cock “you’re so tight like this, shit” your eyes roll to the back of your head as he hits your spot, kissing and nibbling on the skin, he leaves out no spot on your back or neck.

and in no time he has you shaking and whimpering coming down on his cock, “cum inside me, i want you to fill me up” “if you say so” and just then, mattheo cums inside you filling you up. he then helps you down and you both fix your clothes, you use the water to fix your hair while mattheo cleans the counter with a wet tissue paper.

“no word about this to anyone riddle.” “are you threatening me?” “maybe i am, wait that didnt sound serious enough, yes i most definitely am.” “well im not sure if i can last much longer without a round two of this” he teased, a smirk spreading across his whole face as you unlocked the door.

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was meant to post this on friday but i began binge watching a show so sorry for the delay

xoxo cindy

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

I'm taking a break from my regularly scheduled fic to bring you this awkward and silly ficlet.

Robin loves Eddie, much like an annoying younger sister would, and she wanted to get him this really awesome ring for his birthday. She supposed she could have asked him for his ring size, but then that would have been too easy. So, she's here with Steve, in Eddie's new bedroom, to steal one of his rings.

"I feel like there are other ways to do this," Steve said.

"This is my plan," Robin said. "Shh!"

"There's no one here, Robin," Steve hissed. "This is so stupid. Hurry."

"I'm trying. He doesn't keep his rings in a jewelry box like a normal person," Robin said.

"Would you really want Eddie to be normal?" Steve asked.

"Nah," she said, smiling fondly. "I love that weirdo."

Suddenly, there was the sound of van tires squealing out side.

"Oh, fuck!" Robin cursed.

"Hurry it up!" Steve said, snapping his fingers.

The sound of Eddie making his way up the stairs heightened their panic.

"Fuck!" Eddie cursed and they jumped. "I forgot my pretzels."

The sound of him leaving caused them to sigh in relief. Steve motioned for her to hurry up. Robin let out a quiet screech when they heard the sounds of his footsteps. She raised her hands when she found the ring, and she rushed to Eddie's little balcony that was just outside his window. Steve followed her.

"No!" She whispered. "There's no room! Hide in the closet!"

"Why don't you hide in the closet?" Steve hissed at her.

"Oh, yeah, a lesbian in a closet? Very funny, Steve," Robin hissed.

"Actually, there's something that I wanted to tell you about me - ," Steve started to say.

"No time," she said and closed the window, catching Steve’s shirt in the process.

He tugged and tugged, but it wouldn't budge. Robin couldn't get the window back open. Meanwhile, Eddie's footsteps were getting closer.

"Robin!"

"Just slip out of your shirt, close the curtains, and hide in the closet!" Robin

Steve cursed at her, slipped out of his shirt, and closed the curtains. Meanwhile, Robin was balanced on this very small balcony. Did they really have to give the Munsons a two story house? She could hear the sound of Eddie coming into the bedroom, struggling to carry what sounds like several bags of pretzels. She rolled her eyes when she heard him toss them on his bed.

"Now, to work on my campaign," Eddie said and cackled until a loud sneeze came from his closet. "Okay. . .but wait, now I have to kick the shit out of whoever is hiding in the closet. Bet it's Dustin, always trying to sneak a peak at my notes - Oh helloooo, big boy. You know, my birthday isn't for another couple of weeks."

"I know, I got excited. I wanted to give you your gift early," Steve said.

"Well, happy birthday to me. Correct me if I'm wrong, but is my birthday gift you?" Eddie asked.

Robin's eyes widened. No fucking way.

". . .yes."

Oh, holy shit. That's what Steve had been trying to tell her, and she. . . She practically shoved him into a fucking closet. Jesus. Suddenly, she heard the sound of loud moaning. Oh, they were kissing. Oh, she hoped they were kissing. Shit, she was going to have to listen to this, wasn't she? She was going to have to listen as her best friend lost his guy virginity. The sound of the pretzels being pushed off the bed made her wince. She was screwed, just like Steve was about to be.

"Wait, Eddie," Steve said. "You should know that you're the first guy that I've been with ever. Until I met you, I didn't even know I could like guys. I thought it was one or the other. I never thought it could be both."

Oh, Steve. Robin held a hand to her mouth, struggling not to say anything.

"Baby, I promise to be as gentle with you as you want me to be," Eddie said.

"The thing is that I think I got so excited about being with you that I think I forgot to be nervous. Now, I'm nervous and worried that I'm going to screw things up. In the past, I kind of rushed it in this department, and I just . . . ," Steve said.

"Want to take things slow?" Eddie asked in amusement. "Of course, I'll take anything that you can give me. You know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I love you, silly," Eddie said.

"I love you too, Eddie," Steve said, and she could tell her friend's voice was thick with emotion.

Tears filled her eyes. Fuck. She loved Eddie even more now.

"You just have to have to answer me one thing," Eddie said. "Why is your shirt hanging in the window? You didn't close the curtains all the way."

"Uh, I got nervous and panicked, then my shirt got stuck," Steve replied.

"Oh, yeah, that window is tricky. I have been meaning to fix it," Eddie said. "Let me get that."

"Wait!"

Robin froze, eyes wide as she heard Eddie come close to the window. A moment later, the window was opened, and Steve’s shirt was free.

'Tada!" Eddie exclaimed and then popped his head out the window. "Oh, hey, Robin."

He pulled his head back in again. There was a pause, and then Eddie's head was out the window once more. He stared at her, blinking.

"Coo! Coo!" Robin panicked.

[activesplooger]

Heya! Can we have yandere adam smut with fem reader whom has big boobs and a thin waist? Back pain goes crazy...Adam thinks it but a small price to pay to have big titties <3

of course my dear!

𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮!𝓐𝓭𝓪𝓶 𝔁 𝓑𝓲𝓰-𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓫-𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓶-𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 | 𝓢𝓜𝓤𝓣 | 18+ 𝓜𝓓𝓝𝓘 | 𝓗𝓪𝔃𝓫𝓲𝓷

𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼: (MDNI) SO SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE ANON <3 ty for the request i had a lot of fun! hope u enjoy it :)

𝓒𝓦: NSFW!!, posessiveness, yandere-ish behavior, spanking, oral (m recieving)

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1,519

One of your closest friends was having a birthday and you just had to go. She's your best friend after all! And despite your over-protective boyfriend's protests, you were adamant about going.

"Cmon baby," he whined, massaging your hips to try to coax you into not going, "stay with me. I'll show you an even better time~". Reluctantly, you pull away, careful to not fall for his tricks, "No, Adam. Ally's been my best friend since I was on Earth! I can't miss this.". Adam rolls his eyes, "Jesus, she's had a hundred fucking birthdays! God forbid you miss one-". "Adam," you warn, "I'm going. That's final.". His grip on your hips gets punishingly tight, the soft caress turning into a possesive hold, "Fine! Fuck! Be like that then. You better call me every 5 fucking minutes babe.". Rolling your eyes, you mutter "yeah whatever" under your breath as you walk to the bedroom, "I'm gonna get dressed.".

Adam's gaze lingers on your ass as you walk away, mesmorized by the subtle sway of your hips as you move. The sight is enough for him to get his cock to full mast. He almost forgets about his past frustration as new problem painfully strains against the confines of his boxers and peaks out through his robe. 'Shit,' he thinks to himself, 'I'll deal with her later. Bathroom first.'.

You finish getting ready, your hair and makeup had already been done so it only took about 5 minutes to get dressed. You put on one of Adam's large hoodies to cover your outfit. The outfit you're wearing under the hoodie consists of a tight leather mini-skirt and a black corset paired with knee high boots. The mini skirt and boots excentuated your legs, your bare thigh peaks out revealing a tantalizing amount of skin. Your corset squeezed tightly around your slim waist, while your tits look even bigger as they get squeezed together by the tight bustier. Yeah, it wasn't exactly the most modest outfit... But you could get away with it since Heaven wouldn't dare repremanding the first man's girlfriend. However, Adam for sure wouldn't let this outfit slide. It's not like you'd ever think of letting another man touching you or anything, it's just to look good! No matter how many times you'd reasure him of this, he wouldn't budge. Hence, the large hoodie.

You hope that it would fool him and you'd get off scot free, but Adam isn't stupid. It's certainely a long shot that you were willing to take. Stepping out of the bedroom you see the bathroom light and fan turned on. Adam usually turns the fan on when jacking off to drown out the noise. Fuck yeah, jackpot! Knocking on the door you say your goodbyes, he's be too busy to patrol your outfit anyway, "Bye, love! Im heading out! I love you". Adam tries to suppress a grunt as he responds, his voice ragged as he calls out through the door, "hng, okay... fuck... I love you too...". You throw off the hoodie, setting it down somewhere on the counter.

Grabbing your purse, you head out the door with a gleeful expression. You can't believe you'd gotten away with it! Now you can have a nice evening with you best friend in the cute outfit you picked. Tonight's gonna be amazing!

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Fuck. You're screwed. It's currently 3am and your only just getting home. You had previously promised Adam to be home no later than 11pm and it's now 4 hours passed. And if that wasn't bad enough, your phone died quickly so you missed any messages from Adam. It wasn't your fault thought! You had lost track of time and had to be everyone's designated driver. 'Maybe he'd understand' you thought, then remembering that it's Adam and he would not give a fuck. Quietly, you remove your boots as to not rouse Adam with the clicking of the heel. Tiptoeing inside, you see Adam sitting on the couch with a stern expression. Well, fuck.

"H-Hey baby," you stammer, wishing you had kept his hoodie on, "what're you doing up?". He scoffs, "What the fuck are you doing up? And you're not answering my texts? I was worried, bitch!". "Adam," you begin, trying to get him to sympathise with you, "I wasn't doing anything I swear! My phone had died and of course Ally got shit faced so I had to drive her and everyone home-". "Stop," he commands, "come here.". Curiously you step foward, his eyes roaming over your body, "You let people see you like this? In this slutty fucking outfit?".

"Adam-"

"Quiet," he interupts.

You didn't dare talk back. Normally, you wouldn't put up with his possesive crap but you had gone too far... Plus, he did get cheated on with his ex-wives who were supposed to be made for him, so you knew why he was extra possesive.

Adam roughly grabs your hips and turns you around, exhaling sharply as he examines your outfit, "Jesus FUCK, I can't fucking believe people saw this.". His large hands grab your waist and pull you down, now bent over his lap. "A-Adam?!" you stammer. "Shh, baby girl," he coos, "you had this coming.". The angel swiftly swats your barely covered ass, a pleasured yelp escaping your lips. A red hand mark is visible where he spanked you, he rubs the area gently before reaching his hand back and crashing it back down on the sensitive area. "Ah- Adam," you squeak, "please, no more. I'm sorry-". "'Sorry's not gonna cut it, babe. Guess I'll have to remind you who's in fucking charge, hm?".

Before you can speak, Adam effortlessly slings you over his shoulder and ushers you to the bedroom. He throws you down onto the plush mattress, lookimg over you with a dark grin. Your face is mere inches away from his constricted erection. His weighty girth strains against his pants, a mere glimpse of the sheer size of this man. "F-Fuck..." you whisper in a breathy voice, making Adam chuckle grimly. He gestures his hips towards your face, "Go on, you know what you need to do.".

You crane your neck slightly forward, taking the metal zipper in your mouth and pulling it down with you teeth. As you work on taking his pants off, Adam wastes no time in undressing your top half. He swiftly unties your corset, freeing your pert breasts from the confines of the bodice leaving you in just a leather mini skirt.The angel's large hands cup your tits, the large breast enveloping his hands entirely. "Mine," he whispers possesively. Adam kneads the supple flesh, massaging them slowly and teasingly. Moaning softly at his touch, you pull down his boxers. His colossal length presses against his stomach, standing at a proud 10 inches with an impressive girth.

Adam wraps one hand around your petite waist, enveloping it entirely, whilst the other tangles in the back of your hair. "Open wide, baby~" he says in a sultry tone, guiding your mouth toward his eager cock. You wrap your lips around him, stretching your mouth out fully as you try to accomodate for his size. Your tongue twirls around his glossy tip, tasting the salty flavor of his pre cum. Adam's hand snakes up from your waist back to your tit, squeezing the large mound in his hand, "Fuckk baby, take it...". He thrusts into your mouth, causing you to gag slightly. You quickly regained your composure and started to bob your head on his cock, eliciting grunts and praises from him. "That's it," he coos, " 'm gonna fill up your throat. Is that what you want? Because you seem to be begging for attention with that skimpy little outfit that should've been for MY eyes only.".

Talking of your recent 'mistake' only fuels his anger, thrusting into your mouth faster and harder the more irritated he gets. His cock bullies into your throat as he face fucks you, the repetitive agressive pistoning starting to make you struggle. Yeah its safe to say you're gonna have a bit of a sore throat in the morning His hands are now both tangled into your hair, pulling your head in tandem with his thrusts. You reach up and start to massage his balls, immedietly doing the trick. Waves of pleasure crash over Adam, his thrusts becoming erratic as cum pours down your throat.

He finishes riding out his orgasm, his movements gradually getting slower. The angel pulls out of your mouth, his body glistening with sweat as he heaves. You barely have a moment to catch your breath before Adam topples you, laying on top and holding you close for some much needed aftercare.

"Good girl," he praises while stroking your hair. You melt into his embrace, the weight of his body on you feeling like a heated weighted blanket. "Now you now your place, right?" he asks. "Y-Yes." you respond, still trying to catch your breath. Adam kisses your forehead, "Good, let's get some rest. I love you.". "I love you too," you say, slowly drifting off into peaceful slumber.

The end!

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I HAD SO MUCH FUN MAKING THIS YAYAYA :) ty for the req i love them sm <3 now onto kinktober requests!

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[sheluvslani]

Makeup Session

Pairing: Max Fox x fem!reader

Warnings: none, fluffy, makeup, reader is described as shorter than Max, slight making out at the end

A/n: idk i never watched better things but Mikey Madison is hot, so… also, this is based on a request i had a long time ago. I had to do so much research about makeup, i hope yall like it

“Shit. Stop moving,” Max mumbled under her breath as she gently applied blush to your cheeks. The soft bristles of the brush tickled your skin, causing you to let out a few giggles.

The both of you sat on her bed as she did your makeup, you rarely wore it and she saw a new tutorial somewhere on her TikTok that she wanted to try on her test dummy, you. “God, this is dumb,” you groaned. She punched your arm in retaliation, earning a quiet wince from your lips.

“Shut up, dork. Iʻm almost done.” She had her phone propped up on her rose-quartz-colored Stanley that you got her for her birthday as it rested on the bedside table beside her. The vinyl player across the room gently played the Cigarettes After Sex debut album, the slow music flowing through the room as she leaned back to admire her work so far. She had only done your contour, eyebrows, and lips so far, but it had been pretty good considering she followed a 2-minute video. Her brows wrinkled as she scoffed in frustration. “I said to stop moving,” she gently slapped your thigh. “Now your blush is uneven.” She gently fixed it so your other cheek had the same amount of blush.

“Sorry, I canʻt help it. It tickles,” you muttered as she put down the brush. She picked up a smaller one, gently brushing it across a small eyeshadow palette with various shades of browns before gently applying it to your eyelid, causing your eyes to flutter under her soft touch. She picked up a dark-colored pencil from beside her and slowly lined your upper eyelid with the chocolatey brown color, the pencil going back and forth on your eyelid to bold the eyeliner.

“Keep your eyes closed for me, baby,” she grabbed a pair of false eyelashes and gently applied some lash glue before placing it on your left eye. She gently fanned her hand in front of your eyes as she grabbed the other eyelash and did the same to your right eye.

She grabbed a tube of mascara sitting on her lap and placed it between her teeth as she screwed off the bottom. She gently placed the wand from the root of your lashes and delicately went upwards until the wand reached the tip of your lashes.

She slowly fanned your eyes again, drying the mascara quite quickly. “Alright, you open your eyes now,” she whispered as she covered the tube again and cleaned up her brushes and the rest of her makeup supplies.

You hesitantly opened your eyes, her soft gaze meeting your own as her tender eyes gently traced your features. “You look stunning,” a smirk tugged at the corners of her lips, a small smile gracing your own. “Oh yeah?” you asked her as you got up and walked to her mirror. You pucker your lips, appreciating the color of the lip gloss that she had picked out for you. You turned around to face her, “I look amazing, Maxie,” you said as she reached out to grab your arm and pull you close.

“I know, I should be a makeup artist at this point, huh?” She teased as she wrapped her arms around your waist and gently pressed her lips against yours, your lips parting in invitation as your curves molded into hers. Her tongue slowly slipped into your mouth, tangling with yours, eliciting a small moan from you.

After a few minutes, she pulled away breathlessly, licking her lips only to taste you on them. “Jesus Christ, you could kill me if you kept looking at me like that.” She gently tugged your arm, “Cʻmon, letʻs go take it off for you.” She smirked as she led you to the bathroom.

[hockeyboysimagines]

hi!! Can you do romance prompt for Arber #9 “However many years we have left, I want to spend them all with you.”

you write him so sweet🥹thanks in advance I can’t wait to read it!

Thanks for this anon! Enjoy🤍

“Hey babe? What do you want for your birthday this year?” Arber asked from behind the laptop. You would be turning 20 next month, thankfully on a weekend free of games and practices. It gave him a free and open 4 days to cram everything celebratory he could think of for his favorite girl. You deserved it and now that he knew how unserious you thought of your birthday, he wasn’t going to let you get away easy. He’s gasped and nearly had a hissy when he found out you didn’t celebrate and hadn’t for a long time, scoffing at the suggestion that you continue with that theme. “Uh. No.” He said holding up a hand to silence you “We’re celebrating your birthday.”

“Nothing.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head “Come on. Don’t be like that. I can’t take you out at midnight, so you have to let me get you something or throw a party.”

You leaned around the doorframe from where you were folding laundry to smile mischievously “Even if I was old enough, you would take me out where? You barely make it past 8pm every night.”

You weren’t wrong.

It wasn’t uncommon for Arber to suggest watching a movie only for him to asleep within the first ten minutes of it. He still glared at you either way. You were always giving him shit for the gap between your ages, though it wasn’t huge. Arber however felt most days like he was 80 years old, and being held together with screws and tape. So while he was only 4 years older, the constant beating his body took made the gap seem wider.

“What are you saying?” He turned completely around.

“I’m saying there’s no way you’d be able to party till all hours. Midnight is way past your bedtime.”

His mouth fell open “What did you just say to me?”

“You heard me. Old man.”

You immediately regretted it because the ‘Old Man’ in question was out of his chair and across the room before you even had time to scream. In one swoop he had you airborne and then on the bed with a squeal with an “OOF.” As you landed and bounced.

“Take it back.” He said fingers digging in to your sides.

You screeched and started to kick“Never.”

An all out wrestling war had started and you were losing until you heard a loud crack.

He shot straight up eyes squeezing shut “Oh Jesus!” He yelled, chuckling as he held his lower back.

“Careful grandpa.” You gasped out as you started laughing “You don’t wanna slip a disk.”

“You-“ but you had already slid out from under him and made to run before he caught you again and pulled you down on top of him.

“Okay okay you win. You win. Oh god, I think I threw my back out.”

You started laughing and took a deep breath attempting to untangle yourself and sit upright to straddle him “So when you kick it are you gonna leave me all your stuff?”

He made a face and closed his eyes “You say the sweetest things to me.”

You gave a little giggle and reached a hand forward to rub his shoulders. He closed his eyes and groaned head falling to the side “Oh my gosh that feels fucking phenomenal.”

“Your pretty beat up here.” You said tracing a finger over the scar from his shoulder operation and the scattered bruises from the game yesterday “How many good years do you think you have left?” He smiled and let out a low chuckle, eyes still closed and rested a hand on either side of your hips.

“However many years I have left, I want to spend them all with you.” A bunch of tiny butterflies started flitting around in your stomach and you smiled very slowly as he peeked at you out of one eye “Pretty smooth eh?”

“For a guy who’s almost halfway to 50 it wasn’t bad.”

He gave your hips a squeeze “Just promise me one thing. If there’s ever a time when I can’t get it up put me out of my misery.”

You gave him a smack and then a kiss.

“Deal.”

[katyawriteswhump]

the freak in the penthouse part 8

E-rated (for sexual content), accidental (and depressed) millionaire eddie/sex-worker steve.

On tumblr: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3.1 Part 3.2 Part 4.1 Part 4.2 Part 5.1 Part 5.2 Part 6.1 Part 6.2 Part 7 or search #thefreakinthepenthouse :)

On AO3

trigger warning for unwanted touching

chapter 8: royally screwed

Steve furiously swatted Eddie’s hand from his shoulder. “Don’t poke the grizzly. Your rule, remember?” He really wanted another puff of his inhaler. He wanted to punch somebody almost as much. “I agreed to it, and you chose to break it. I didn’t… Never d-did have any choice in…” He’d have screamed if he’d been able. Instead, he whispered, “Get lost.”

 “No, Steve.” Eddie’s eyes grew stupid huge. “I’m not gonna run away from this.”

“Jesus, you’re full of shit! Go back to bed, okay? Go!” Steve flipped his hand, drew a shaky breath. “What’s gonna get you out of this new funk? You wanna fuck me? Knock yourself out! Rough as you like, Dungeon Master… I… I…”

“Say whut? All I want is… Shit, I dunno. Can’t you quit your job?”  

“To be your kept boy? Stop bullshitting me.” Steve gripped the edge of the bath and levered himself up. Naturally, Eddie tried to help him. Steve wrenched free. “Gimme space. Fuck! I’m not gonna break.”

Finally, Eddie backed off. “Okay. Message received, loud and clear, dude. Maybe we need a break.”

Steve clung to the bath. His chest burned, his knees shook, and the humiliation of it all… It sucked, sucked, SUCKED. Eddie turned and walked away, and his cold shoulder broke Steve.

Steve gathered up his scattered stuff, slunk toward the door. Eddie scuttled after, touched Steve’s hip then snatched away. “Listen to me, Steve—”

“It’s okay.” Steve conjured a thin smile. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I appreciate that you wanna help. It’s just… I can’t…” Christ, I can’t even start to explain. I guess pity is my hard limit, after… after… He stared at his bare toes. His stomach remained clenched like a fist, and he was still worried he was gonna hurl. “I’ll see you around,” he whispered.

Steve spent the rest of the night curled in the linen closet, wheezing on the dust and detergent. Of course, it stuck in his throat way worse than usual. He was so fucking angry. Not particularly with Eddie, but with life, and sure as heck with himself. 

Way to go, Harrington. The best thing that’s happened to you in years, and YOU SCREW THE DAMN THING UP.

Eddie had gotten an eyeful of the real Steve Harrington. The brat who sulked when his parents headed off on that vacation, because they’d given him a BMW for his birthday and not a Camaro.

Okay, he wasn’t always such a jerk… and even his mom and dad had lied to him. How come they’d splashed cash on hot wheels and jetted off skiing, when there was no money left?

Yeah. They’d lied.

A week after the accident, his parents’ son-of-a-bitch lawyer had sat him down and broke the news that his family owed millions. Worse, at eighteen, Steve was apparently liable for the thousands of dollars deficit in his trust fund and could wind up in jail. 

“Don’t worry, Steve,” that… that… man had said, cupping a ‘fatherly’ hand around the back of Steve’s neck. “I’ll take care of everything. Good-looking boy like you—I can find you a job being your charming self. If you’d care to accompany me this evening, I’m meeting some important clients at the Carlton Ritz.”

Back then, Steve hadn’t a clue about anything. He’d said thank you for the offer, breezily enough, then bit his wobbly lower lip so damn hard. Now, in the linen closet, wretched gasps had him scrambling for his inhaler again.

It’s over. You escaped. Focus on the shitshow you can mop up.

He’d go up to the penthouse later, and he’d apologise to Eddie, and… what would go down then? Would Eddie simply finish his ‘I’m outta here’ speech? Write a check?

Steve was too exhausted to want to punch anything anymore. His heart ached.

He arrived for his breakfast shift bleary-eyed and feeling like death.

“You’re late, Harrington,” said Kline. “Two rounds of brown toast and coffee, table seventeen. English breakfast tea and white toast, one round, table twenty-two. Snap, snap.”

Steve slotted the bread into the conveyor-belt toasting machine. He was yawning his head off, when the burning smell hit him.

“Shiiiiit!”

He fumbled for the tongs, dropped them, grabbed the burning slice. He pounded it out against the table, then coughed into his wrist. Fortunately, nobody had noticed, other than Robin. She deserted her egg pan and dashed over.

“Steve? Are you okay?”

“If you ask me that again, Robin, I swear, I’ll—”

“This is the first time I’ve spoken to you this morning, Dingus!” She gave him a swift once-over. “God, you look terrible.”

“You’re not exactly Jodie Foster yourself, Buckley.” He launched a fresh round of toast.

“It’s that penthouse bum, right? What did he do? What do I have to do to h—”

“He did squat, okay? I decided… Look, scram, will you? You got eggs boiling dry.”

“Oh, fuckety-fuck.”

Having repelled Robin, he piled up his tray and ventured out into the breakfast room. He kept his eyes fixed on the gaudy maroon carpet. He was not in the mood for either winsome conversations with guests or to have them to treat him like scum.

He'd deposited the white toast and tea on a table for one, when a hand landed with a slap on his butt. Steve whirled about, nearly dropping his tray.

“My, my, my,” drawled a plummy English accent. “If I’d realized what was on the menu here at the Yorkshire, I’d have switched from the Carlton Ritz long ago.”

No, no, no, no, no. This isn’t real. This is a nightmare.

Steve wriggled free, and then… He staggered, stared. Flinched away.

Lord Godchester. One of the first of that lawyer’s clients that Steve had been asked to ‘charm.’ One of the regulars and one the worst.

“Daddy is staying in the Garden Suite,” murmured Godchester. “Second best, dammit, but the penthouse is booked out. 8 o’clock, shall we say? A little light supper on room service.”

“I don’t do that anymore.” Steve stared at the carpet, which he now wished would swallow him. “I wait tables at breakfast, deliver luggage, and sometimes work the elevators.”

Why was he justifying himself to this creep?

“Daddy doesn’t want a quickie in the bloody elevator. Daddy wants to play games with his naughty boy.” Godchester’s nasty-ass moustache twitched, and he slithered out a paw to pat Steve’s thigh. “I’ll have a quiet word with your superiors, you cheap little hussy. I trust I’ll see you later.”

Steve walked away and he kept walking. He dumped his tray in the kitchen, dashed to the staff washroom. He barely made it into a cubicle, before he collapsed to his knees and spewed his guts.

…

After Steve had ditched him, Eddie smashed the vase of fake orchids. He was too revved up to go back to sleep. While dawn crept across the penthouse, he kneeled amid the broken china and scribbled furiously.

His self-loathing elevated to such fever-pitch that, crazily, creativity happened. He hurled Tolkein and ye olde worlde history out of the forty-first storey window. Then he shifted Steve’s idea about moving the game into the real world to the front line of battle. He sketched evil fucking monsters with faces that peeled open like evil fucking flowers, revealing fangs dripping with poison.

He scrunched up his hotpant-clad fae warlock and tossed him the garbage. Then he rescued the drawing, straightened it out on the rug.

It was a shitty likeness.

The hair wasn’t far off but the mouth was all wrong. The worst thing about that was, he wasn’t sure how to sketch Steve’s mouth right. Steve’s mouth was special, shapely in that pretty-yet-masculine way, and like some kinda bow. Not a cupid’s bow, but some sort of longbow, he figured. 

Eddie’s repeated attempts to capture Steve better only fucked him up further.

He chewed his pencil, snapped it in half, lit a cigarette, stubbed it out. Crushed his whole packet of Marlboro Lights beneath his slipper-clad foot.

He’d used Steve’s mouth, like he’d used Steve from the start. When he’d shoved his cock between Steve’s lips—heck, when he’d kissed Steve—had Steve been simply wishing it was over? Heck, had he been struggling not to choke?

“Why didn’t you tell me, Stevie?” he muttered. “Right here, right now, I quit smoking, okay? I quit for you.”

Eddie poured himself a shot of vodka, downed it, then poured the rest of the bottle down the sink.

Eventually, he mustered the courage to call Dustin: “Hey,” he croaked, and falteringly revealed the new ideas that Steve had inspired.

“It could work,” said Dustin, circumspect as ever. “Suzie’s gotten some real neat tricks going with the combat moves that’ll totally match up with your flesh-eating triffids. It’s gonna put game production back a bit, so I’ll have to talk to our investors about the cash flow and—”

“Yeeeeah, about that,” interjected Eddie. “Uh, my check bounced this week at the hotel. Can you talk to the bank for me? Pretty please with demon-fangs on? You know I suck at these things.”

A pregnant silence ensued. “All right,” said Dustin. “Seeing as you’re finally getting your ass into gear, and on one condition. You gotta introduce me to your date. It’s been what? Several weeks? Isn’t that a record for you?”

“He’s a hooker.”

Eddie couldn’t believe he’d blurted it out like that.

“Oh! Can I just get my head around this—you’ve fallen in love with a hooker?”

“I didn’t say that. He’s just some guy, okay?”

A hooker.

Just some guy.

By the time Eddie hung up, he detested himself more than ever. He cared about Steve. A lot. Too much, perhaps. He wanted to apologise, desperately, though he wasn’t even quite sure what he was apologising for. Telling Dustin that Steve was a hooker? That felt like a low blow, although Steve didn’t know what he’d said.

He IS a hooker. You’ve been paying him. Earlier, he was stripped bare, not turning tricks anymore… and he told you to get lost. What’s the point of quitting smoking, if you’re never gonna see him again?

Eddie refused that, too. Maybe because accepting how everything between them was phoney hurt most of all.

He stared at the phone again, chewed his nails. Crap, he didn’t even have a number to contact Steve. Maybe he should call reception and ask to be put through to wherever Steve was working?

Or you could pull off the unthinkable, Munson. Break free of this hellhole, mosey on out into the hotel, and find him.

Eddie got dressed. Proper dressed for the first time in weeks, in an overlarge Red Hot Chilli Peppers t-shirt and a pair of jeans baggy enough to be Hammer pants. Then he unlocked his doors. Opened them. Peeped out at the empty foyer. Closed the doors again.

The phone rang. He was so jittery that he squealed like a piggy before scrambling to answer.

“Eddieeeeee,” Dustin yelled down the line. “There’s more noughts at the end of your overdraft than in Suzie’s sexiest lines of code!”

“English, Henderson.” Eddie’s palms were so sweaty, he nearly dropped the handset.

“You’re broke, Eddie. You’ve spent every dime you ever earned and then some. I’ll bail you out this once but you’re checking out of the Getty’s vacation timeshare today. You can crash with Suzie and I.”

“I can’t!” Eddie’s hand not holding the phone flailed everywhere. “I got agoraphobia, man. You gotta cut me some slack.”

“No way,” said Dustin, the merciless little bastard that he was. “Suzie will go mad if I have to channel funds away from her charitable trusts. You know—the soup kitchens? The donkey sanctuary? So, you’re gonna tough it out like a man and haul ass NOW.”

...

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Thank you for reading. Likes, reblogs and comments much appreciated and will feed the bunnies🐰💕🐰💕🐰💕🐰💕

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[super-sootica]

Apparently some people when watching Cunk on Earth don't immediately realise it's a joke because they aren't used to British humour and some Americans actually make dumb documentaries that are meant to be taken seriously??

Is this why I sometimes get sent outrageous hate for crack posts? 'Screw you, he never said that!'. Are you sure Becky? Are you sure Jesus Christ never said have a hunga bunga birthday?

[katesmemes]

feel free to change any pronouns, etc. || may contain some nsfw!    

“Thank you, Captain Obvious.”

“SWEET JESUS!”

“If I want your praise, I will ask for it.”

“YOU POISONOUS BITCH—”

“You are threatened by me.”

“Y’know what, I feel sorry for you, because y’know what you’re gonna have on your deathbed? Nothing and no one.”

“We are happy… So happy.”

“[Name] and I are just two people who weren’t supposed to fall in love, but did.”

“Why aren’t you taking notes?”

“Okay, I don’t appreciate the sarcasm, but I’ll do it.”

“People need to think that we’re in love.”

“I can pretend to be the doting fiance, that’s easy.”

“We just got here. Can we wait two seconds before we throw the kitchen sink at each other?”

“[Name] and I are getting married.”

“How a man proposes says a lot about his character.”

“This woman’s about as subtle as a gun.”

“I call it the baby maker.”

“Those are the pajamas you decided to bring to [location]?”

“If you touch my ass one more time I will cut your balls off in your sleep, okay?”

“It was a little bit of a shock to find out that you’re getting married…”

“I owe you an apology.”

“I feel sorry for you, [Name].”

“If that’s what makes you happy, [Name], I got nothing to say.”

“Y’know what, apology not accepted.”

“[Name] can be a bit overwhelming at times.”

“What did you do?”

“Haven’t slept with a man in over a year and a half…”

“I went into the bathroom and cried after [Name] called me a poisonous bitch.”

“You really haven’t slept with anyone in eighteen months?”

“Out of all of that, that’s all you got?”

“You are a very, very beautiful woman.”

“Are you wearing makeup?”

“I’ve had [number] birthdays, I don’t need another one.”

“They’re not gonna find out, it’s okay.”

“It’s not like we’re gonna be married forever- We’ll be happily divorced before you know it.”

“Mind telling me what the hell’s wrong?”

“I just needed to get away from everybody.”

“Would you mind telling me what’s happening now?”

“I forgot what it was like to have a family.”

“I’ve been on my own since i was [age], and i forgot what it felt like to have people love you.”

“I’m… I’m just screwing it up—”

“Your family loves you, you know that?”

“I don’t think that hijacking a [vehicle] is a proper way to express your frustration!”

“What the hell were you thinking? Could’ve gotten yourself killed—!”

“[Name] is never to hear about any of this.”

“You sure about this?”

“See you in the morning?”

“What’re you doing?”

“Turns out it’s not so easy to ruin someone’s life once you find out how wonderful they are.”

“This was my fault.”

“What were you thinking?”

“Let me get my head on straight, okay? I’ll explain everything later.”

“Well, that was, uh…crazy.”

“Are you okay?”

“She just makes me a little crazy.”

“So you’re just gonna let her go?”

“I think I’m having a heart attack.”

“You two need to stop fighting.”

“Well then, the spirits can take me.”

“Scared the hell outta me…”

“I have a little favor I need from you, buddy…”

“Sorry, man, there was nothing I could do…”

“I need to talk to you.”

“I used to dream about you getting hit by a cab or poisoned.”

“I told you to stop talking.”

“Things changed when we kissed.”

“I’d like to date you…”

“Trust me, you don’t really wanna be with me.”

“See, the thing is, there’s a reason why I’ve been alone all this time. I’m comfortable that way.”

“I think it would just be a lot easier if we forgot everything that happened and I just left.”

“I’m scared.”

“Aren’t you supposed to get down on your knee or something…?”

“I’m gonna take that as a ‘yes’.”

“He still hasn’t warmed up to her.”

“You can tell by the way she drinks a soda-pop that she’s a good dancer.”

“Could you do that again in English, please?”

“What’s her favorite color when she’s not at home?”

“What relevance does a ball in a net or a Fruit Roll-Up or a Pop-Tart have to do with my relationship with [Name]?

“Is this a game show? I don’t understand what…”

[lostfirefly]

WIP

Thank you for the tag @be-not-afraid-gg for Wip-Wednesday. Let it be Wip-Friday :)

Most works do not yet have a title, and the draft may be slightly rewritten.

Welcome under the cut!

Buggy x Reader

Buggy got sick

Reader: Could you please stop whining, Buggy! You're driving me crazy already, otherwise I'll pour soup into your bed

2. Draft name "In the morning - Reader" (another attempt to write nsfw, hehe)

3. Daddy Buggy!

He and the reader have a daughter who brings her boyfriend to the ship to meet her father.

-Why is he holding her hand? -Jesus, Buggy. She's 18! -And what? That doesn't give him the right to hold her hand!

4. Sad Buggy (reader decided to leave him).

I love you, my silly clown, but I want to make you sad :)

5. Buggy is looking for a reader (this idea came to me into the dream, where I was kidnapped and Jeff was looking for me).

6. Reader's birthday!

7. Buggy's birthday

8. Buggy is trying to safe a reader (another dream where Jeff almost asked Avengers to help him. haha)

Buggy Bear x Cathie-pie

The bowling fic (it will be posted soon) - long fic, about 5000 words

Buggy screwed up and Catherine demanded to take her to the bowling club

"What? Afraid I’ll ruin you? You chickened out?" Buggy cackled.  "I never chicken out, you brute. How many points do we play for?” She crossed her arms.

2. After the airport (nsfw)

Catherine decided to stay in Cairo because she understood that she fell in love with Buggy. Now you will see what I see in my head after chapter 10 of my original Egyptian series :) First sex, Buggy is confused and overthinking.

"Oh fuck!" Catherine quickly pulled out some tissues and wiped her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his chest. "My silly clown."  "I'm listening, my Cathie-pie." Buggy placed his chin on the top of her head.  "Take me home, please."

3. After the prison (fun).

Catherine takes Buggy, Cabaji and Mohji from the prison they ended up in after drinking and forces all three of them to clean their apartment.

"In my defense, I stole the cake for you, baby." He chuckled. “But this nice lady took it away.” He nodded towards the officer.  “Oh, thank you! You stole the fucking cake for me. You are so caring! Should this make me feel better, idiot?” 

4. Catherine is sad, because today is her parents' death anniversary (angst + fluff).

Buggy decided to stay with her to cheer her up

"Do you regret anything in life? For example, that you once didn’t leave one red-haired girl in the desert and in the end she stayed with you?" “No, I don’t regret this at all.” Buggy was silent for about five minutes, stroking her back. "Swimming." 

5. Catherine will help him with makeup (pure fluff and fun).

Catherine happily bounced her feet, squealed softly, and dipped the brush into the powder. Sticking out her tongue, she ran the brush over his face with concentration.  "That's it... Yes? Look!"  "Oh my god!" Buggy looked at himself in the mirror and saw his face covered in a thick layer of white powder. "What is it? Cotton candy, let me ask you, how old were you when you were wearing makeup?" 

6. One day or another he is gonna ask her the main question (this fic was written a long time ago). After the story with Larnie our blue-haired boy put this idea aside.

7. They are gonna meet her aunt (two chapters)

8. And they will also assemble the bed!

9. Buggy b-day

10. Their first date (after nsfw)

11. Catherine will meet Cabaji for the first time

12. Catherine will visit Buggy's show for the first time

There's a good chance we'll celebrate Buggy's birthday twice! With the reader and Catherine.

Also I want to try to write a fic, which was inspired by our text messages with @gingernut1314.

Sanji x Reader (pure fluff) are cooking dinner

No pressure tags: @tiredemomama and @operationroots

[simperoniandcheese]

Just For Us- TJ/Cora (The Good Cop)

Just For Us

simperoniandcheese

Summary:

Cora and TJ have secrets. This is one of them.

Tall and tan, and young, and lovely,

The girl from Ipanema goes walking,

"God, Caruso, change your alarm already, it's driving me insane," Cora groaned, burrowing deeper into the mattress.

TJ chuckled, and leant over to silence his phone before settling back into the sheets, gently peeling them back until his wife's face was looking back at him.

"Think that's annoying?" He smiled, to which she tilted her head in amused confusion. "On the morning of my 18th birthday, Dad changed my alarm--he switched the English segment around with the actual start of the song, which is in Portuguese. I thought I was losing my mind."

"Jesus, that does sound like Tony." Cora replied, her voice straining as she stretched, then returning to normal as her head came to rest on her husband's lap, where he began to softly caress her hair, the tips of his teeth showing in a brisk grin as she reached back to cup his cheek with her free hand, the other pinching, grasping at the hem of her singlet.

"Do you think we should tell him, though? About..." TJ frowned a little, trailing off.

Cora's hand on his face slackened, and her other hand went up to the now-noticeable slope of her stomach, where it stayed as she breathed, her expression one of deep thought, and TJ's mind went into overdrive, the cogs of his brain tick-tick-ticking as he spilled out. "I-I mean, we don't have to, it's your choice, I--" but eventually stopping as he caught her withering look.

"Assuming we're 17 or so weeks along, it won't be too far ahead before everyone in the force cleverly deduces that this little goblin here isn't just a case of going ham on the takeout." She sat up to nearer his level, her focus so clear like a mirror on her face he could've smashed it with a hammer.

Although, he thinks bemusedly as they lean into each other like magnets, as the younger guys in the squad would put it, I "definitely smashed" something else entirely to get to where I am now.

Nevertheless, TJ nods, gesturing for her to go on as she shifts her head against his collarbone.

"My point is that there's not much point trying to hide anything soon. I'm thinking we could just tell people straight off, with none of that Hollywood-type 'we're pregnant!' shit."

"That sounds good, I think." He trembled slightly, his words cutting out with a nervous bob of his Adam's apple.

"Shit-I didn't mean to stress you out, TJ, I'm sorry," She gasped, grabbing his hands firmly. "I want you to tell me if something's bugging you, 'kay?" She looked into his eyes, her pupils almost entirely swallowing her irises because of the lack of light that was in the bedroom.

"I'm just terrified that I'll slip up and everything will be ruined because of me. You know me, I make horrible decisions 80 or 90 percent of the time, and screwing up is even less of an option because now there's gonna be our child in the picture," He stressed, 

She cut him off again with the type of hug that silences. 

"Okay, okay. Think of this as that one Star Wars movie where Darth Vader's wife is pregnant and he's like 'you're gonna die in childbirth, nooo', and she doesn't actually, she's killed by him because of his anger and evil, the very evil that sprouted from the fear he had of not being able to save her." Cora articulated with a squeeze of her hands in his, and he looked back at her with a mildly concerned expression.

"...I've only watched the original trilogy, Cora." He exhaled.

"Well now you've watched the prequels. Anyway, I wanted to show you something I bought," she told him, a certain something sparkling in her eyes as she led him down the stairs and to the small table, where a small box was lying.

"I have a feeling I'm going to be pleasantly surprised," TJ remarked with a small smile on his lips.

"Open it, open it," Cora giggled, her face aglow like she knew something he didn't. (Which, to be fair, was exactly what it was.)

"I hope it's not a razor, Burl got me that as a little joke one ti..." He faltered, his words, all that he was going to say, gone in a flash. 

It was a mug. A mug that said "#1 Dad". He felt himself tear up a little, as his brain apparently hadn't woken up to the fact that yes, they were bringing a child into the world.

Out of love.

Him and Cora.

"Thank you," TJ choked out, at a loss for words. 

He opted for the non-verbal approach instead, pulling her into his embrace tearfully and pressing his lips against hers, and he was crying and she was crying and all he could muster was a small sob while she patted him on the back softly, her voice whispering into his ear.

"You're gonna be the best dad,"

[gabykatttt]

Worthless

Aria did you get everything for Sonata it’s her birthday today Adagio said.

Oh sh*t I forgot Aria said getting off her bed.

Jesus Christ Aria you really forgot your own sister’s birthday Adagio said.

Aria rolled her eyes of annoyance.

Where even is Sonata anyways? Aria asked.

She said she was getting some fresh air I think Adagio said.

When is she coming back? Aria asked.

She didn’t say anything Adagio replied.

She’s probably doing something stupid like always Aria said rolling her eyes.

Probably she’s just watching the sunset Adagio said.

I’m going to find her Aria said.

No let me because the last you searched for Sonata you did nothing but going to a tattoo shop to get a pentagram on your shoulder so no Adagio said.

Ugh fine I’ll stay here geez Aria said crossing her arms.

Okay I’ll be back just finish setting up the balloons alright Adagio said walking out the house.

Yeah yeah whatever Aria grumbled and started finishing setting up the balloons.

Alright Sonata should be there somewhere Adagio said to herself still walking.

With Sonata

Sonata was sitting on the ground holding a piece of glass and starts cutting herself.

I’m…useless Sonata said to herself still harm with a piece of glass.

Her eyes were glowing red and started bursting into tears.

Everyone….hates….me Sonata said still crying.

Sonata where are you? Sonata heard a voice calling her.

Sonata the voice kept calling her.

Sonata didn’t turn around still cutting herself.

There you are I’m been looking for you let’s go Adagio said.

Sonata didn’t respond only remained crying.

Sonata are you okay? Adagio asked.

I’m…a…mess Sonata said.

What are talking about Sonata? Adagio asked looking at her younger sister.

Sonata turned around and looks at Adagio with her eyes still red.

Adagio gasped in horror seeing Sonata’s arms filled with cuts.

I’m worthless everyone hates me I don’t deserve to live Sonata said as her eyes were getting more and more red.

Why would you say that Sonata? Adagio asked.

Because it’s true I such a screw up Sonata replied.

No you’re not Adagio said.

Yes am I Dagi I don’t deserve this I don’t wanna be here anymore I’m worthless Sonata said.

Sonata stop saying that Adagio demanded.

Goodbye Dagi tell Ari that I’ll be in a better place with mom Sonata said about to end her live.

Adagio gasped and stopped Sonata.

You’re not worthless Sonata you’re an amazing person and a sister that me and Aria could ask for Adagio said.

Sonata only stared at Adagio and listened.

You were never useless or worthless you’re the most beautiful,strong and independent person I know expect you get into serious fights but deep down you’re still you Adagio said.

Sonata started to feel tears coming out from her eyes.

Please…don’t do this I wanna help you and Aria we may not be cured by this poison but we still have each other Adagio said.

Sonata’s eyes were back to normal and started crying.

Shh it’s okay Sonata let it all out Adagio said pulling Sonata into a hug.

I’m…sorry Sonata said still.

It’s alright Sonata it’s alright Adagio said.

Sonata only cried even more.

Come on let’s go home we got a birthday to celebrate Adagio said.

It’s my…birthday today? Sonata asked.

Yes it is Adagio said.

Sonata smiled wiping her tears.

The girls started walking back home to celebrate a special day.

Happy birthday Sonata Adagio said.

Thanks Dagi Sonata smiled as they kept walking on the sidewalk.

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it’s getting really bad again. i just can’t stand to be around right now. the want to die has gone down a bit.

it’s more of a ‘i could really go for a nap right now’ or ‘i really don’t want to be around people, i’m going to sit in my room’ when things used to be ‘jesus i dropped my drink i’m such a screw up i need to just die already’ and ‘if i spend one more moment around these fuck-faces someone’s going to end up dead (whether it be me or one of them’

is this improvement? i’m not sure.

i mean i still do want to die, but as a whole not at a random mistake a made, you know? like i wish i could go to sleep and not wake up, or someone break into the house and kill me while i’m home alone, or when i’m at school somebody shoving me a little too hard and i hit my head. just the ‘as a whole’ stuff.

i honestly just think i’m tired.

you know, my birthday is coming up. it’s monday. i wanted to be dead by my birthday. the last few months i’ve gone to bed and hoped and hoped and hoped that i would never wake up, i don’t want to make it to this day. i hate celebrating my birthday. i guess all we are doing this year is having a dinner on the 13th. which isn’t too much. on my real birthday, my mother has a show. she feels really bad about it, but honestly i’m glad. i’ll be able to spend the day by myself (we also have the day off of school.). i don’t have to people at all. technically i don’t even have to respond to peoples texts. i don’t have to do anything.

i’ve only hurt myself once in the new year and that was on the first day. seven days clean. am i proud of what i did? no. am i proud that i haven’t relapsed in these seven days? yes, very proud honestly.

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Professor Rice | Chapter 1

Summary: It is Veronica’s last year at uni. After partying maybe a bit too much the previous one, she wants to be focused and not struggle again. Especially not when to finish her major, she will be needed the credits from one of her most hated subjets: Science. But because that wasn’t enough already, her professor happens to be one of the most handsome men she has ever seen. Professor Rice.

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"What are you looking at..." Madisson stopped mid-sentence to look at the door. "Oh my sweet baby Jesus!"

"Can he be my lab partner? I promise to be good" I laughed.

"Babe, that's not a classmate. That's our professor."

The professor... that's our professor. I'm screwed!

Author’s note: This story is a very special one, because I didn’t write it, a friend of mine did. It was my birthday present from her a couple of years ago, and that’s why the main character was named after me 😁 She got inspired because when we saw the photo of Declan that I’m using on this chapter’s header, I told her that with the glasses he looked like an university teacher 😅

If you’ve read any of my other stories, you’ll probably notice that our writing style is a bit different, but I hope you still enjoy it as much as I did. Thank you for reading! 💜

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Masterlist

Veronica's POV

On my first day back at uni, I woke up feeling like an anxious mess. I was in need of one of Jo's pep talks.

After I showered and got dressed, I went into the kitchen to find my best friend cooking my favourite breakfast: banana pancakes with chocolate chips. I don't deserve her.

"Good morning, gorgeous. I made you some breakfast" Jo said while placing my plate and my cup of tea in front of me.

"Have I ever told you that you are my favourite person in the whole wide world?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah" Jo said, rolling her eyes. But I could see a little smirk on her face. Josephine knew this was the only way to get me to eat something before class on my first day, so she woke up extra early to get everything ready.

"You ready for this, V? I know you worry too much, but this year you have fewer classes and it shouldn't be as stressful as last year, ok?"

"I guess... I do have some classes that I can't keep avoiding. Like Science. Ugh, I hate Science" I groaned. Why do I have to take more Science classes?

"Veronica, don't be silly. I'm great at Science, I'll help you out if you need it." Of course, Jo to the rescue.

"I know. I just don't want a repeat of last year".

The end of my second year in Uni was a rollercoaster. I might have enjoyed my party time a bit too much, and when it was time to catch up on everything that I had to study... well, saying that it wasn't fun was an understatement.

Jo and I spent multiple nights awake studying, and I managed to get good enough grades to keep my scholarship. I’d liked to think I've learnt from those mistakes. But Jo and I had already been invited to three parties, and we still haven't found a way to say no.

"Veronica!" Jo screamed.

"What?" I said, covering my ears. She knew I didn't like loud noises so early in the morning.

"Stop daydreaming, peach. We need to go. Oh God! You've barely eaten." She immediately grabbed a napkin and put two more pancakes on it. "You can eat this on the way to your first class. Have fun. Love you!"

"Yes, mum. Bye, mum." I couldn't help but tease her as I left to go to hell. I mean, today's classes.

These next 9 months are going to be the worst of my life...

Two classes down, two to go. And it was finally time for the worst of them: Science. I knew I had to get these credits from this Science class to finish my major, but I also knew I didn't have to be excited about it.

My least favourite part of first days was teachers making a big deal out of everything. As if university wasn't overwhelming enough. They felt the need to talk about every single detail of everything we'll be doing for the next few months, and I always left feeling just a bit dumber than before that class started.

As I made my way to my seat, I saw Maddison was already there. Maddie and I were good friends but had never been in a class together. She was also very good at Science, so being next to her in this class sounded even better than it normally would.

"Hi Maddie" I said while sitting next to her.

"Hi Nica! We finally get to be together in a class. Only took us three years" she laughed.

Maddison always called me Nica. Apparently, there was a singing contest she watched as a kid with her mum, who is from Spain, and her favourite contestant's nickname was Nika. So she couldn't help but call me Nica. It was cute, to be honest.

"So," Madisson started, "have you heard about the new professor?"

"New professor? What do you mean?"

"Well, there was this two hundred-year-old man who has been teaching this class since before dinosaurs went extinct, but he finally retired and we are supposed to be getting a new professor who is a hottie. At least according to some classmates of mine that had him in their first class today." Madisson, of course, started to wiggle her eyebrows while telling me the story.

"A hot professor?" I laughed. "Not in this class, please. I struggle with concentrating enough as it is."

"Oh, c'mon. A bit of eye candy never hurt nobody."

The class was about to start when the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life walked through the door.

"What are you looking at..." Madisson stopped mid-sentence to look at the door. "Oh my sweet baby Jesus!"

"Can he be my lab partner? I promise to be good" I laughed.

"Babe, that's not a classmate. That's our professor."

The professor... that's our professor. I'm screwed!

Declan's POV

Why is teaching a class in front of one hundred students more daunting than being in front of thirty thousand people at a football pitch?

"Hello class. I'm Professor Rice, and I'll be teaching this course now that Professor Richards has retired. Now, I don't want to overwhelm you on the first day talking about everything you're supposed to do in the next few months, but I do want to talk about how I plan on organizing these first weeks of classes. So pay attention, I don't like repeating myself".

Did that sound confident? I bet they can all see how much I'm sweating underneath this suit. Why did I wear a suit in August? God! I'm a mess.

"So, next week we'll do a small test." I could hear complaints already. "Relax, this won't count for your final grades. I just want to know how to organize the study groups and to check who might need more help. My office is always open for anyone who has questions, ok?"

I then wrote all the topics that will be covered on the test on the board. My handwriting was worse than usual because I was trying not to show how nervous I was.

All for nothing, because the day had been going really well so far. All the students in the first two classes seemed excited to have a younger teacher in their class. Even a couple of girls asked me where my office was. I didn't expect that.

You can do this, Declan. You can do this!

"So, any questions?" I asked, and then saw a couple of hands being raised.

Once I answered the questions, I kept on explaining how the course was going to work. It's not that I didn't want to be a harsh teacher, but I was in their place only a couple of years ago and I felt like I got how they felt better than a sixty-year-old professor could.

Also, I really wanted them to like me. The footballer in me craved that praise and love. It's not easy retiring when you are eighteen while your best friend goes onto winning all the trophies. But hey, this was a good job, and I would make the best out of it.

While the students left the class, I noticed many of them staring at me. Including a cute redhead who blushed when our eyes met. Wait, why was I thinking about one of my students as cute? I had actually noticed her during class, she kept on frowning at most of the things I said. And she was constantly asking her friend questions. Why didn't she ask me those questions? And why did I care so much?

I looked down at my backpack and started to pack all my things.

I need to talk to Mason.

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How Batching Comics Saved My Life

Jesus its been...quite a while since I last posted onto any of my tumblr accounts. Its not that I didn't forget that I had an account here, its just that I've been busy with school and my drawing Crescent Blue. Meaning any free time I have is limited which results in me neglecting like half of my socials. Comics and college has made doing social media difficult. That and I wasn't sure how to handle 2 out of the 3 tumblr blogs I have. But I've thought that I had use this specific blog for text blog posts, along with drawings I'm working on and stuff like that. Most of it will be a lot of writing type stuff like this so this should be fun. Anyways, onto the topic I wanted to talk about.

I've been drawing Crescent Blue for coming on 4 years now. And those 4 years were spent drawing its first Chapter. Its overly long chapter. I have realized the mistake I made back when I was prepping to draw it back in 2019, where 16 year old me who had never drawn a comic at this scale decided to go out adapting the opening chapter draft which was written to be the length of a double length tv show pilot (because that's how wrote scripts back in the day) without realizing the implications of how many pages I would have to draw, and that maybe I should've done more prep work to make sure I wouldn't be working on it well into college. Because I probably would've gotten burnt out with it after being stuck on it for so long. And that would end up happening when 2021 rolled around. Thanks to mental health struggles I faced through out 2020, which lowered my tolerance to drawing comics which I didn't enjoy, I had drawn a total of 28 pages by going into the new year. Feeling ashamed of that pace, I managed to motivate myself and make it a new years goal to devote more time to my comic and get faster in order to complete my first chapter. This manifested in a couple of ways, from illustrating backgrounds in graphite as to avoid inking them and potentially screwing them up, to manning up and move to drawing it digitally as opposed to traditionally (I did not have access to photoshop or a good drawing tablet when I had started so I did what I had always done and use paper, pencils and inking pens/brushes. However, I would get my XP Pen Artist 12 for my 17th birthday 2 months later, and I would be able to use photoshop at home by early 2020). But what I mostly did was focus on drawing pages more, moving onto the next one after finishing the last one without taking a break. Basically muscling my way through with the expectation that I would eventually get faster. This did not work, and here's why.

This one by one approach isnt bad on paper, and there are plenty of artists out there that drawing comics this way and don't have any issues. For me, the issue I found with this process was that it didnt lend itself very well to spend. Not all pages are created equal, taking longer or shorter to complete depending on the complexity of the drawing. In my experience, there were pages that took only a couple of hours to complete, and others that took days to get done, and this isn't factoring in stuff like school. This aspect brings up the problem with me muscling through pages. There are times where I dont want to work on my comic, and often times after I would finish a page, I wouldn't have enough motivation to get to the next one. But in my attempt to not spend years drawing my first chapter, I would force myself to draw pages even when I didn't want to. This results in numerous cases of burnout and art block, which can cripple you and slow you down, defeating the point of muscling through it all. One notable instance of this I can remember happened in February last year.

By July of 2022, I would've been drawing Chapter 1 for 3 years and as my new years resolution, I wanted to get it done by that time. I had made great progress in 2021, catching up to page 75 by the time of new years, and I felt confident in my ability to get it done that year. That hope was shattered when I did what I had done with one of my pages and complete a future page ahead of time. Said page was the last post I made on this blog which I've actually completed a few weeks ago. The numbering for that page is 148 (was probably lower last year as I did end up adding pages during that time thanks to rewrites). And at that time, I had just passed the 80th page mark. It was then that I realized the implications of what I needed to do in order to get Chapter 1 done that year. I would've had to draw more than double the amount of pages I had drawn in 2021, and given the way I was drawing comic pages at the time, I knew deep down that wouldn't be possible. But not wanting to admit it, I tried muscling through the pages I was working on, hoping that if I pushed myself beyond my limit I would miraculously become faster and more efficient. But that didn't happen. The stress caused by my realization and the refusal to accept it caused me to become more and more agitated, which caused me to make errors and not draw as well as I would've wanted. Said agitation also clouded my thoughts and made drawing more and more difficult as soon as I knew it. I had burned myself out.

I think I've done a good job at laying out why this method didn't work for me, and if I was still drawing comics this way, I would not be finishing my first Chapter this year. And at this point, I would like to take a moment to shout out @the-underground-beauty. If it hadn't been for her, I not have found out about batching and I wouldn't have been even close to ending this long ass chapter. I was in a discord call with them and other art friends I knew, and I talking about ways of becoming faster at completing pages. They explained that they batched multiple pages instead of drawing them one by one like I had. Like, you would do the layouts for one page, then you would do the layouts for the next page, same goes for sketching and inking. This makes it so that instead of dumping all of your energy into one page, you're spreading that work into multiple pages and thus, become more efficient. Now you might be wondering how this would be better than my old method. Wouldn't working on multiple pages at the same time instead of going one by one be worse? In my experience, it's the complete opposite.

Along with the upsides I've mentioned above, its also very flexible in regards to inking/coloring. In the past, I found myself getting board with pages and wanting to move onto the next one but couldn't because I had to finish the one I was working on. I don't need to worry about that with batching. I can go in chronological order or skip pages to come back to them latter. This can be very handy when it comes to complex pages that would take a lot of time to complete. If Im not feeling up for it at that moment, I can just skip that one and come back later once I feel ready. It also points out the most time consuming part of drawing comics, sketching. Inking is one thing, but when you're doing a lot more work when doing the sketches. And depending on what the storyboards call for, the sketching process for a given page can take a pretty long time and a lot of energy. But with the batching process, the energy I would've spent finishing said page with inking and shading/coloring can be better spent on other pages. This means that I would need to worry a whole lot when inking as most of the hard work was done prior.

Batching also helps with putting what you're working on into perspective. Throughout most of my time drawing my comic, I found it difficult to view the pages I'm working on as being apart of a much larger story, rather than on a page by page basis. I would spend so much time on them that I would view the page I was working on as being its own separate thing, unrelated to the pages that came before or after. Batching, in a way, solved this issue, because now that Im working on a part all at once instead of going page by page, it helped me view what I'm working on as being pieces of a story, rather than being their own thing. I felt that the pages I was batching had more unity to them than the ones before it. Its difficult for me to describe this feelings, because I would always get it when finishing a part and rereading it. Pages that would take weeks to complete took more a couple of minutes to read, despite the specific pages taking so much time to finish. I haven't had that feeling after adopting batching as my new method of drawing comics, since every page all at once.

But how has it worked in practice? Well to see if batching was effective or not, I decided to batch the remaining six pages of what would by episode 7 on CB's tapas page. I got those done in a week. And 2 months later in May, I began work on pages 95 through 105 and this was the true test to to see if batching could really be effective for an entire part. I got it done with in a month. The after that wasn't as successful, but I mostly contribute it to external factors that had nothing to do with batching. At the start of this year, I decided to ditch the part by part method and go at the remaining 67 pages of Chapter 1 all at once. At the time of writing this, I'm still not finished with this Chapter yet but I don't expect it to be for quite long. I anticipate on wrapping it all up around June of this year. So with all this being said, I think I can conclude that batching comics has been way more effective in terms of speed. Over a 100 pages over the course of one year, way more than I had in the past with the old method. If I hadn't switched up the way I had been drawing comics back in March of last year, I don't think I would've come this far! Now I am aware that batching might not work for other artists, and that's fine. But if you are in a place like I was and want to get pages done quicker, I suggest giving it a try and see if it works for you or not :)