#uhhhh and the rest xx

[dullgecko]

Fabian’s gonna freak the F out when Sklonda shows them Riz baby pics “What do you mean the ball was ever an actual infant!”

He then explains about how he thought goblins were born fully formed or grown like plants or something (sorry I can’t remember what u said exactly in the ask) and Sklonda seriously and with actual concern ask Fabian if he knows where babies come from and if his parents ever gave him ‘the talk’.

Also I was thinking about baby goblins being irresistibly cute and how not a lot of people having seen them; while as their instincts told them to sklonda and pok did keep Riz mostly safely hidden away as a baby but there were times they had to for whatever reason take him out and Riz even then was a curious little guy constantly poking his head out to see the world out of whatever bundle he was in unlike most shy goblin kits.

Goblins are normally notwell liked by other species so sklonda and pok were pretty sure a baby goblin would receive the same treatment.

To their surprise it was the opposite problem, everyone found baby Riz adorable and often overstepped boundaries and personal space, treating him more like an exotic pet than an actual baby.

This all accumulates one day day when a complete stranger goes to grab and hold Riz but before they can either/both sklonda and pok are hissing and growling calling the person a number goblin swear words as they’ve backed up a safe distance away while shielding an overwhelmed stressed out Riz.

Honestly it’s lucky the stranger was noticed before they could actually touch Riz, otherwise they would have learnt from personal experience how much damage a goblins teeth and claws can actually do.

Xx

"What the fuck, he was an actual infant at some point? I thought they were grown like plants." Fabian muttered, squinting his eye at the array of pictures Sklonda had pulled from the photo album. The statement earning an amused snort from Fig who was also sitting at the table perusing the stack, occasionally snapping photos of the cuter ones to add to her personal collection. The rest of their party had left to go procure some lunch, given that they seemed to be staying there for the whole day while Riz tried to sleep off his fever.

He'd picked one of the photos up to look at it closer, flipping it over to see the date on the back since Riz was clearly eating birthday cake in the photo and making a mental note of it for later. Riz tended to be very cagey with personal details about himself so all they'd managed to work out so far was the month of his birthday, now they could actually nail down a specific day.

He jumped slightly when Sklonda put a concerned hand on his arm after the comment, lowering her voice and patting it in a way that was entirely too sincere for his likeing.

"Aw honey, did.... has no one told you were babies come from? I mean, I know your mom is a bit uhhhh-" She waved a hand near her head to indicate the general vagueness that Halarial tended to exist in "-but i thought you would have found out by now. If you have any questions just let me know okay?"

Fabian sputtered, face going red as he sat up straighter in his chair. "What? No of course I know where babies come from. Evidently not goblin babies but you know... the rest."

He waved his hand towards the window before pushing his chair back and standing, heading over to his schoolbag to dig out a book he'd clearly borrowed from the library. "I asked Riz and he said he was never an infant, and i mean the book corroborated his story so i believed him."

Fabian flipped through a few pages, finding one titled GOBLIN in all capital letters and placing it down on the table. "See, there. It says so right there."

Fig leaned across the table to read what Fabian was pointing at, wincing and lifting up the book so she could read the title on the front page. "Dude this is a monster encyclopedia.... from like, fifty years ago."

"Well, i mean, i couldnt find anything else talking about goblin children. This is the only thing that even mentioned them." Fabian floundered, going even redder when Sklonda laughed as she read through the wildly incorrect information before shutting the book and handing it back.

"Oh honey no. They're made like any other baby, more or less, our anatomy is a little different than humanoids but its still the same process. If you're that curious i'm sure i have a pamphlet around here somewhere." Sklonda had to wipe a tear from her eye from laughing so hard "Though I can understand the confusion. You've probably never even seen a kit before. They're so small we try to keep them indoors or hidden out of sight in public because a random seagull could snatch them up. Or people. Gods Riz was so cute as a toddler people were constantly trying to pick him up."

"I mean we still pick him up all the time." Fig snickered, Fabian having sat back down in his chair with a huff and crossed his arms over his chest to pout.

"Yes I'm aware. It was worse when he was little though. Despite my efforts to keep him hidden he just wanted to run around and look at everything." She dug through the album, finding a picture of Riz perched on top of one of the wooden horses on a spring down at the local park. Pok hovering nervously behind him with his hands outstretched just in case he fell.

"We also used to take him to the library a lot but got banned when one of the other parents in the reading room tried to pick Riz up. Pok made a bit of a mess of the floor when he grabbed their wrist to stop them and we got banned."

[alittlebitofloveliness]

If you had to put the Curtis Gang as characters from little women, who do you think is who?

HI ANON! this was such a fun one as I've been obsessed with both these stories for ages

So ik MOST people would put Ponyboy as Jo but I actually think he's not as Jo coded as STEVE FUCKING RANDLE is so Steve gets to be Jo because he's very full of love but also full of anger, and I think he's the person in the gang who would struggle the most with everyone growing up/moving on so Steve is Jo, argue with the wall

Johnny has to be Beth, they're both quietly kind and morally good characters, even if due to the time period and his gender Johnny does not outwardly express it as much. They're ALSO both doomed by the narrative since page one soooo

Ponyboy is Amy (anon I MIGHT have an inkling of who you are based on a post I saw about this and you're so right for it) because he's an outsider in his own family, one of the youngest and excluded from some things because of it but also a bit pampered, and because he's his family's big 'hope' in that he's the one who's going to pull first himself and then the rest of them out of poverty (amy has to do this by marrying rich, pony has to do it by going to college)

I'm inclined to say Darry as Meg ONLY because I can't think of anyone who would fit him better. On some level it works, especially if Ponyboy is Amy, because the pressure for amy to 'rescue' the family came after Meg married lower than she was 'supposed' to, which is similar to Darry having to drop out of college, leaving Ponyboy the family's 'hope'. HOWEVER I don't think Meg as Darry fits perfectly because Meg IS kind of selfish in a way Darry isn't, because Meg does get married and leave her family and never look back, even when they needed her, which is something Darry would never do.

Soda is Laurie, he's fun and passionate and thinks with his heart before his head, always. This also might just be me trying to push the Stevepop/randlepop agenda, because Laurie was down bad for Jo the way Soda is down bad for Steve. (Whether Stevepop is requited in this universe or if they follow the same traic storyline as Little women thats up to y'all to decide)

uhhhhhh this is getting harder and harder I'm running out of LW characters-

Dally could maybe be Mr.Lawrence? They're both pretty cranky and intimidating by first glance but they both have a hidden soft side, and their favourites are well known (Mr.Lawrence adored Beth much the same way Dally adored Johnny)

Uhhhh I can't think of one for Two-bit tbh I don't see him really fitting with any of the little women characters, Two-bit is too unique of a character he does not project well imo

Thanks for the ask xx

[be-my-ally]

"...Elvis has left for Graceland."

This is, uh, what I did with some *generally helpful information* about mirrors in Graceland (although tbh there's not even that many references to them here) and bde withdrawals. I lied - I thought my empty promises wip would be out first, but when inspiration hits and a shorter fic just pops out of your fingers - and the alternative is the dreaded editing, you end up with this instead! Enjoy my lovelies - this is also a little (ok a lot) for @thatbanditqueen - enjoy the references to red Graceland, the correct suit for the exact date, and even his exact upper of choice in spring summer ’74! Oh! and the dress pictured below is YSL from 1973 xx (and also @ellie-24, and @whositmcwhatsit for encouraging me! Surprise! We were discussing films and I was writing this!)

summary: you’re elvis’ girlfriend circa ’74, and have a lot of fun congratulating him after his recorded show in Memphis. 

pairing: afab!reader x elvis (of the big daddy flavour)

warnings: 18+, thigh-riding, the ripping of an expensive rental dress, big daddy elvis in all his big daddy-ness, yet again - reader sucks his tits idk man I didn’t think was gonna be a kink for me but clearly it is, v. minor references to his drug abuse, p in v sex, uhhhh…. Oh mirrors! I know Graceland wasn’t as, uh, dirty as Hillcrest but I think he still had enough fun there, Elvis keeps his jumpsuit on. this is essentially unedited so pls ignore any typos - I'll give it a look over in the morning!

wc: 4.1k - We did it baby! Concise smut!!

March 20th 1974 - Mid-South Coliseum Memphis

“…Elvis has left for Graceland.” 

You’re delayed in leaving - a problem with the valet, or the sound, or something that someone has to sort out - so despite the fact that Elvis himself has left you are stood, waiting, with a couple of the mafia boys for the other car to be brought around. Undoubtedly to be stuck in the hordes of fans and traffic on the way out. You hated being stood exposed like this, it made you feel like people’s wandering glances weren’t just sizing up the King’s new girlfriend, but laughing at you - at how you’re no more special than the rest of them. Stood in much the same way they all were. Left behind while he was whisked away to his palace. 

The temperature had dropped since you’d arrived here earlier, and you wished you’d thought to bring a jacket but the weather was just starting to warm up and you’d been thrilled to be able to wear a little strappy number - a little part of you, or maybe a large part, wanting to show off a little for the home crowd. Silver and diamanté straps that held up the draping gently twisted fabric that flowed in a column, brushing your curves - it was, expensive and flashy in a subtle way - it was almost too much for the concert. But, as always, you’d been outshined by Elvis’ own crystals - the stark white of his sparkling jumpsuit brighter than any of the stage lights. You’d worn it mostly for him though, despite the fact that he’d barely glanced at you in it.

By the time you’re all loaded into the car, heading the barely ten miles towards Graceland, the novelty of passing down Elvis Presley Boulevard from an Elvis Presley concert to go and see Elvis Presley still hadn’t waned. You smile a little at yourself and you can feel Charlie laughing from the other side of the backseat of the car, “God makes me laugh every time I see that damn sign - as if he needed a bigger head!” You laugh with him, but you can hear the affection in his voice - as if you were being let in to a joke of the inner circle; the joke about his large head being simultaneously true but also at odds with his nerves mere hours ago. Despite your traffic fears you make quick progress and it’s mere minutes before you’re pulling up to the drive, parting the crowd and through the gates. You’re quick out of the car but you’re surprised not to see or hear him when you walk through the front door, until Billy, coming around the corner, sees you and points upstairs. You nod and thank him but, not seeing the point in rushing if he’d gone to bed, you head to the kitchen - fetching a drink and take your time finishing it. You start to slowly make your way up the main staircase, stopping to check yourself out in the large mirror on the wall, reapplying a little lipstick just in case he was awake. 

When you walk in, he’s pacing at the bottom of his bed, still in the sweaty white jumpsuit, walking back and forth, he gestures past his padded doors, towards the landing and the huge mirrors he’d recently had installed on the ceiling to match those on the walls. “Saw you take your time, something more important than me baby?” You frown, shaking your head - you forget, when at Graceland, that his eyes are everywhere; even as much as in Hillcrest. 

“Course not babe, of course not!” He tuts, but you’d not been expected him to look so awake so you hadn’t thought you’d had to rush up to him; despite your desire to see him, and congratulate him on the show. So you have no words to your defence - you can’t exactly tell him you expected he’d be half out of it by now. You glance over at the gold foiled nightstand on his side - the orange bottle for his dexedrine open and on display. He follows your gaze, his own eyes hardening a little, tiny little lines forming on the edge of his still-linered lids. Neither of you mention his sudden burst of energy and where it came from. He turns back to you, hands on his hips. It draws your attention to his outfit. He’d not even changed from his stage jumpsuit - a rarity since he was almost always in his robe by the time he’d passed through his bedroom doors. It strangely matches well in the dark, red, interior of the room - red crystals of the fire suit almost the exact colour of the carpet. But it also, oddly, made him stand out even more - the crystals seeming like they were everywhere, like he was made to be stood in this room; reflecting across the mirrors, and emphasising the white of the jumpsuit - his skin jumping out. The zipper was low, as it had been all night and you rake your eyes over his exposed skin. He’d been exceptionally physical tonight, the showmanship spectacular and it was displayed in his chest and stomach shimmering with his still drying sweat. You feel yourself growing wet. 

“Shut the door honey,” You do as you’re told, he’s gruff, almost as if he feels he should be apologetic but would never admit it, “Not had time lately have we, huh, baby?” You shake your head in response, uncertain what to say -  you hadn’t, he’d been so busy worrying about these concerts, and then afterwards about the live recording - about the intricacies of the sound, of how the crowd noise will be isolated. It meant that as excited as you were to see him perform in Memphis, in his home - you were more excited to get past it to the month long break he was going to have. But you also knew how privileged you were to get any time with him at all, and you knew how quickly his moods changed lately. Unwilling to say anything that might make him reconsider his plans and head back downstairs, leave you alone, waiting and wanting while he entertained. 

“Well. We’re here now.” He moves over to you, determinedly catching you in a kiss. You squirm a little, eyes closed, trying to will away the thought that you weren’t the only woman he’d kissed this evening, force away the images of him with the girls in the front row. There was fewer than normal, chaste pecks on the cheek - he didn’t want to mess up the recording after all. But still, you’d felt the envy growing in you, jealousy burning through your veins. He makes you forget this though, as he rubs his hands down your arms, warming where they’d already grown cold in the frigid air of his bedroom and his tongue slips deeper into you. You can taste the gatorade of the night, mixed with the sparkling water he’d probably downed along with his uppers - the faint tingle of the carbon dioxide still present. He kisses down your cheek to your throat, leaving traces of your freshly applied lipstick from your own lips before he turns you around, facing the headboard, and walks you towards the bed - your legs bump against the end. He tugs at the straps that cross on your back, impatient. You wince, trying to stop him; 

“Elvis, baby, it’s a - a rental, gotta be careful, it’s one of a kind -“ 

“Fuckin’ fancy shit - get it off then, fuckin’ hate when you don’t just let me buy you -”  Despite his harsh words he kisses across your shoulder in between his words. You cut him off, 

“It’s not for sale El, so you couldn’t have even -“ 

“You tellin’ me what I can or can’t do now mama?” He toys with the strap, you think fast trying to stop what you’re sure is coming - 

“El, seriously - I didn’t mean it like that I just - ah!” He pulls the chain clean off - square crystals spilling over the bed. 

“Fuck - E!” He yanks the other one, this time accompanied by a little tearing noise as the seam rips from the back. Before you have time to protest any longer he’s pushing down the twisted top, your breasts popping out. He grabs your chin, pointing it towards the back of the bed - where the large mirror hangs - you can see yourself reflecting from the mirrors on the other walls too - the glances of different angles almost overwhelming. 

“Look at yourself.” He maintains his grip on your chin while palming one of his simultaneously thick but still sleek hands across your boob. He twists a nipple as you gasp, pulling it out a little. He pushes you up with his other hand, forcing you to balance on your knees on the end the bed, his own thigh coming in between to force them further apart and support some of your weight as you sink down a little. He hikes the long length of the dress up, grabbing your wrist and forcing you to hold it up yourself although the maxi-skirt still drapes and covers your modesty. He lets go of your face, pulling you back against him harder with both hands, and his stomach, more pronounced than before, bumps against your back. You stare, mouth open, as you watch his large hands span across your waist. His head is bent over into the crook of your neck, sucking a bruise onto the dip of your collarbone, his sweaty, fluffy, hair tickling your chin. He moves his leg a little, bending his knee onto the bed too, forcing it further into your crotch, allowing you to grind down on him. 

He pushes you down himself, hands on your hip bones and the soft flesh there, moving you in little circles feeling you rub against him. He suddenly, frantically, pushes the dress up further - exposing you entirely. You gasp, as he unveils your little secret of the night - not only had you not bothered with a bra - the dress being far too revealing for it, but the soft slippy fabric had clung to whatever underwear you had tried, ultimately leaving you to go commando for the night as well. He grunts against your skin, looking at you in the mirror over your shoulder, 

“You been like that all night, honey?” He traces a finger over the undercurve of the swell of your tummy, tickling a little, as he rotates it in little circles - teasing you in its pattern that’s reminiscent of how he often touches you. 

“Ye-es, they - they showed through,” He tucks your ass into him, his belt digging into you, and preoccupies himself with stroking a finger the length of your vulva, his thigh slightly getting in the way until you push yourself up a little more. 

“Surprised you ain’t already ruined that dress, how wet you are - bet you were drippin’ all over the place. Watching me.” He presses a finger into you, just the very tip, gently, his other hand coming back up to your nipple - you clutch at his arms; “Weren’t you?” 

“Probably, probably E - can’t help it around you, not when you’re performin’ looking so good -” He laughs, pulling his finger away, crooking it as he pulls it up - knocking one of his huge rings against your clit. He draws you back - his body moving with his laugh causing you to bounce you on his thigh. You let out a gasp that quickly turns to a moan, 

“You think I look good darling?” You meet his eyes in the mirror, they’re bright and impish; a smug little smile on his face. Any other time you might have teased him - but not today. Not with your angle changing slightly when he pushes you forwards a little, his broad, large thigh pressing firmly into you again, you can feel your labia spreading against his jumpsuit, tight weave of the dancer’s gabardine rubbing against you. You bob your head quickly; 

 “Of course, of course E - you look, looked amazing; don’t want you to take it off.” He laughs, as if you’ve given him an idea - or perhaps confirmed something he thought before, 

“Well, don’t be shy - prove it to me baby.” You gape at him, trying to twist around to do something - although you’re not sure what, to prove it to him, but he stills you with both hands holding you in place. Before he lifts you, manhandling you where he wants you as he pulls you off of him - moving to sit down on the fluffy circular chair in the corner, he keeps a hold of you as he goes, but allows you to turn, before yanking you back onto his lap. Resting your legs on either side of one of his thighs. You can feel the crystals on your inner thighs, rubbing against you and you’re sure you’re gonna have a weird form of beard-burn by the time you get up, but you don’t let it stop you and you rock back and forth on him. He takes a second to strip your dress completely off, leaving you completely nude where before your belly button had been afforded a little modesty but nowhere else and you brace yourself with hands on his shoulders to arch your back, pushing your tits out and grind down on him.

“That’s it baby, show me how much you love this ‘suit, want you to get me all wet darling, not letting you up till there’s a spot on me,” You can feel your heat rising just from his words, and the rough material under you provides just enough friction for you to feel yourself getting close. 

He pulls you closer to him, so that you’re rocking your body practically into his crotch, and the movement is pulling the jumpsuit off of his chest a little, the tiniest hint of a nipple peeking out. You lean forward, rocking against him and shifting your balance with your arms around his neck for stability. You can feel every part of the chest section of the jumpsuit rubbing against your skin, pinkening it with the feel of the stones but, as your own nipple catches between a group of them with a little prickle of pain, you can’t help but moan, it only adding to to your building pleasure. He lets out his own little grunt as you move your head to his neck - causing him to fall back against the chair further. You’re practically horizontal now, although his feet remain on the floor and it puts your cheek in contact with his chest. You nuzzle into him, unable to resist licking when he’s so close - so shiny, so tempting. He bucks his hips as you do as if you’ve unlocked a hidden sensitivity of his. It only spurs you on more, moving to suckle on his little pink nipple, one of your hands coming away from his neck to stroke his chest hair. You only realise you’d zoned everything but his chest out when you feel a hand in your hair, pulling your head back and you suddenly realise he’s been talking, babbling at you, the whole time but you’d had such a single-minded focus you’d not even noticed. 

“Lord baby, you gots a hot little mouth, hot fucking little lips. God baby, your tongue, where’d you learn to do that, huh? Liable to make a man cream his pants like that, honey, and wouldn’t that be a waste?” He strokes your face and you smile, looking up at him, as he lets go of your hair and rubs his hands down your sides again. It’s only a moment later when he’s hauling you off of him, struggling to his feet. You stand there, flushed but growing colder in the frigid air with every moment that passes without being pressed against his burning body heat, your nipples pebbling. You watch as he surveys the room for a moment, his own arousal more than a little apparent in the stretchy fabric of the jumpsuit - before sighing, 

“Simple’s the best. Right honey?” 

“Sure, I’m - I’m sure that’s right El,” You agree, but not really knowing what you’re answering and he catches you by the arm pushing you backwards onto the bed, you gasp and scrabble backwards at his insistent pushing. A moment later you understand as he’s pulling the belt off, unzipping himself finally and, - oh, he’s not taking it off, he’s just unzipping the suit all the way, pulling his cock out. You groan, head falling back against the mountain of pillows. You’d never, never have mentioned how much you wanted this, to have his thick powerful body still encased in his jumpsuit as he fucks you. His magnetism, the sexual energy from the concert and his presence on the stage being impressed upon you with every brush of your naked body against the fabric - against the rhinestones. 

He pulls himself back a little before slipping a finger into you, ring bumping against your folds, it sinks in easily - you’re already so ready, just from bouncing on his thigh, and to be honest you’d been wet enough from the moment Also Sprach Zarathustra had turned into See See Rider. He hums, pleased that you’re soaking for him, and he doesn’t wipe off his finger before pushing it into your mouth, 

“That’s it baby, suck it off, taste yourself on me,” You obediently do as he says, sucking down - hollowing your cheeks, eyes wide. He pulls it out to balance himself on one hand, grasping his cock in the other, pumping it a couple times before lining himself up with your entrance. 

“Better be ready for me honey - ‘cause I’m sure as hell ready to sink into your tight little cunt.” You gasp as he doesn’t even wait for a reply, pushing himself into you. He’s pressing into you from all angles as you slowly adjust to his length within you, his soft tummy - crystals pressing into you from above, his musky chest just below your eye-line and his arm bracketing you into him from the other side of your neck. He stills for a second, before leaping into motion, struggling slightly to move himself more upright, keeping himself in you and pulling you close against him with a hold on your hips. You’re on your back while he kneels up now, allowing him to lift your butt a little, and thrust a little deeper. You squirm on him, little moans and gasps being released - you’ve not yet been able to get past having had the bedroom next to your parents growing up. He grabs your hips now, rings pressing in tight, to move your body onto him as he pumps into you. He’s talking the whole time - the man’s unable to stay quiet any moment he’s awake - 

“Oh god darling, never gonna be able to wear this suit ‘gain, Lord how’re you, so -” He thrusts in, hard, to punctuate his next sentence - “so - fucking - tight.” His breathing is already growing heavier, “How’re you so goddamn tight - like Lil’ Elvis is caught in a - ah - fucking vice. God, look at you.” 

You look up at him, fresh sweat starting to form at his chest and brow, he’s not even looking at you though, and you wonder who that last comment had been aimed at as he’s staring at his own reflection in the mirror. You’re glad though, when he smiles - eyes bright when he does glance back at you; whatever he’d seen had clearly cheered him up and out of his self-conscious mood, enough to encourage a sudden burst of energy again. He drags you back, lifting his own hips enough to spear into you at just the right angle. As he hits that perfect spot inside of you repeatedly he moves his hand from where it was still clutching your hip to stroke down across your mound, it’s a slightly awkward angle but he manages to swipe his thumb perfectly across your clit - your leg jerking, and your back arching in response. 

“Oh - Elvis, oh god, I’m so fucking close - babe you gotta, just keep -” He grunts above you, his thumb keeping pace, and his cock thrusting in at the same speed. It’s mere seconds, 

“Fuck - baby, you’re squeezin’ ‘round me so fuckin’ ti-ght, that’s a good fucking girl, my good girl.” Before it’s enough to send you over the edge, clenching down on him and shuddering, your mouth agape and your eyes shuttering closed as the waves of your orgasm crash over you. 

“Oh, oh - god, Elvis -” His pace changes, and it drags you back from floating, as he just goes for it at a rapid pace, fingernails clawing at your skin, before his hips are stuttering and he’s quickly pulling out as the first streaks of his ejaculate shoot across your pussy, he pulls himself up, pumping it across your tummy, and you moan at the sight - him looking goddamn regal - sparkling in the dim light as he shoots across you. He moves one of his hands to rub it over you, between your folds and over your stomach -  into your belly button. Before he collapses on top of you,  practically smothering you, in an effort to reach your mouth to kiss you - your legs are so tired and tense but you can just about lift them up to come around to grasp at him, barely noticing the now-familiar scratch of the rhinestones, locking your ankles over his back. You’re probably smearing cum all over the jumpsuit but you don’t care - too desperate to feel him close to you. You lock lips for a long moment, letting him take whatever he wants, underneath him like this it’s difficult to feel anything but utterly submissive and at his mercy. Your lips are bitten and raw by the time he pulls away and rolls off of you, and you can’t do anything but lie there, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. You look over at him, and he’s in practically the exact same position, soft matted chest hair wet with sweat and his little rounded tummy poking out of the unzipped suit with his now soft cock resting outside too, but smiling up at the ceiling - 

“Wish I still had my scarf - wouldn’t even have to get up to find something to wipe us down with,” You laugh with him, just barely getting the effort yourself to stand, on shaky legs, you’re sweaty and damp yourself and you can’t imagine how he feels - going straight into this after a two hour long concert, so you chivvy him up, 

“C’mon then El, I’ll run us a bath - we can get all clean together,” He hums, sounding as if he’s close to his come down already, 

“ ’S-ok little one, I can - just need a, a, wipe down.” You frown, you like his musk but no way in hell are you getting back into bed with him like this, but you’re not quite sure how to say it without starting an argument, when strangely, for once - Elvis seems to sense your reluctance, “Alright, alright, fine. But only if I get you all wet and warm in my lap,” he laughs to himself again, “well - warm and wet again - huh, darlin’,” You giggle with him, walking gingerly to put the bath on, and as you stand up he’s already stood behind you - crowding you against the dark bathroom wall, stroking your sides with his thick fingers, he tips your chin up to look you right in the eyes - “Thank you for that though little one, needed - needed to see how much you like me, see me again, been - I’ve been so distracted I ain’t had chance to even look at myself in weeks.” You smile, 

“Of course Elvis, I’m all yours - anytime.” You pause, wondering if you should mention it, “Seriously though - we’re gonna have to get Bill or Ciro -  someone’s gotta fix that dress,” He just laughs at you, shaking his head - 

“Honey, I told you - I’ll just buy it.”

[lili-loves-whump]

uhhh hi. Is the mic working? I think so...

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I'm a teenage writer from Australia, and have been on Tumblr for about a year before finally deciding to post my own content!

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(50+ prompts about Hero, Villain, and the gang of Supers and Evils running around a city. Not connected unless specified by a number after the title.)

Whump: Volume 1

(5+ prompts about Whumpee, Whumper, caretaker, and the trials and aftermath of torture. Not connected.)

lili thinks

(tiny snippets and random ideas thought up that I don't have motivation to write. Includes shitposts. Not connected.)

lili continues

(mostly just ask games or work I'm tagged in)

Random others:

Donnie

Finger Guns

Vivienne

Lily

Mittens

The Bizarre Restaurant

Lmao

Love

Queen Card

Secret Santa

(prompts that do not fall under the two main subtypes. Not connected.)

that's it!! I really hope you enjoy what I've written.

my ao3 (big projects go here)

my homepage

my reading/book blog

uhhhh yep. that's it from me. have a nice rest of ur day/night xx

[typinggently]

Who you ship with your feral Bruce? Batfamily, JL, Villains, Crossover and others? Can you talk to us about this ships?

Ohh that was a delight to think about! It took me a while to sort through my feelings and thoughts, but I hope this…makes sense.

 My main ship for Bruce is Superbat. It’s my fav for any interpretation of Batman, since I really like how well they compliment each other. The comradery, the silent understanding, it’s all just incredibly romantic to me. The idea of a kind-hearted, apple-sweet sunshine being head over heels for this bundle of energy, who in turn tries to romance him in any way possible? It’s so sweet imo. I love it. They both don’t feel like they belong, in some way, and they find a kindred spirit within the other. They give each other the freedom to be authentically themselves around each other and that’s just so tender and sweet to me. Aprt from the fact that I sprinkled a little of Henry Cavill’s ”Cardio” vibes into Clark and kept Rob’s “spit in my mouth” vibes for Bruce, so…they’re evenly matched.

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Another ship I really like is TwoBats. Which is a bit of a misleading name since I think those two have a relationship that mostly happens outside of their nightly identities. Bruce might be a loner in some ways, and he definitely prefers his own company, but he also forms strong bonds with a select few and those feelings run deep. I think Harvey liked him, was fascinated by him and enjoyed his company a lot. Meanwhile, Bruce is very intense in his crushes. I like to think that Harvey liked Bruce, then couldn’t help but like Batman, too, simply because Bruce was so desperately into him and it translated even when in the cowl? And I like the angst, the tenderness of their post-incident relationship. There’s anger there from Harvey’s side and hurt from Bruce’s, but it’s misdirected since it’s not aimed at but targeted at each other? Super interesting. Heartbreaking. Love it lots.

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There are a lot of people I like to see with Bruce. Which is to say – I don’t have an emotional attachment to the ship, but I like to think about it and I just think it’s nice to look at? If that makes sense?

A lot of the villains. Bane is a favourite, Croc, Slade. It’s just appealing to me to ship him with villains in general and I could definitely see more. For one, it’s interesting to think about (Slade the slick manipulator, Bane the straight-edge anarchist etc etc) – but tbh, it’s also just hot. I love the adrenaline, the fighting. Hot.

 With canon Bruce, I also like grown up Dick or Jason? Those ships definitely toe some lines but Dick just like Clark has the sunshine-tenderness that compliments canon Bruce’s nihilism, and as for Jason – Someone could tell Bruce he’s a dramatic bitch, you know? Could be healing. I haven’t thought much about those two with feral Bruce, though. I feel like Bruce is too young and erratic to have Robins in their 20s? I feel like the relationship Dick has with Bruce, that’s built on a shared past and Jason, who has that grudge towards his former mentor…I’m not sure I could make that work with this Bruce.

 I have to admit that my knowledge of the JL is just…very limited. Batman was my favourite superhero as a child and I read a lot of those Comic Anthologies for him (and spiderman too? idk why, I don’t have that many feelings towards P. Parker but we had them at our library) and watched almost all of the films as well as the 60s show. Thus, I know about his villains and his Robins, but I never really got into the league. But just based on aesthetics, I like him with Arthur. It’s just? Hot? I’m very easy when it comes to that stuff. But really, I could probably see him with a lot more of them, I’ll just have to do more research. It’s a bit difficult to know where to start, since I don’t know where to watch the show etc.

 In general, those lists could definitely be extended. Hal? Mr Freeze? A lot to think about.

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Truly, I haven’t thought much about crossovers. A few years ago I had a phase where I read some Tony Stark/Bruce? But I wouldn’t exactly call that a ship of mine, and I don’t know whether I would ship him with Feral Bruce.

I’m mostly clueless when it comes to crossovers, though, so if someone has any ideas, I’m all ears <3

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A honourable mention should be Selina and Bruce. I 100% think those two would click and I definitely like their energy. However – I can’t really say that I ship it per se, since I wouldn’t produce or consume content for them. Which doesn’t diminish the fact that I acknowledge and support that relationship/energy.

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I tried to keep this short, so I hope this makes sense. In general, I’m definitely open for a lot of things, I have very few hard limits and I’m always open for suggestions! ❣️

The only thing I do not like and will not support is BatJokes. But that’s it I think :Y

[sysig]

I think my new personal take rather than “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” is “What doesn’t make you sick today is gonna make tomorrow sooooo much better in comparison” but that doesn’t really roll off the tongue the same way

[xbunny-k]

The Actor & I: PART SIX – Well, goodnight Ana

This is part SIX of a very long, SLOW BURN series on Austin Butler and a Production Assistant on set of Elvis (2022).

Masterlist here!

Anything italicized is main character’s thoughts!

Warnings: Fluff, eventual Spoilers for Elvis (2022), mild language (If i missed anything, please comment so i can add!)

Tags: @manddor @pumkiinpastiesies​ @its-funny-til-its-not​ @karamelcoveredolicity @butlerstyles @feral4austinbutler (Let me know if you’d like to be added!)

Please, if you like this, share it, comment, like it and enjoy! xx

Breathe, Ana, just breathe. Why did I answer so fast? I don’t know what to say…

“Hiii, of course it’s ok,” I say back quietly. Why am I talking so quietly? I live alone…Ana what are you doing?

“I just thought it’d be easier to talk on the phone,” he whispers back. Is he whispering because I was? Or is he with someone? Probably Vanessa…right?

“Yeah, for sure…I was worried I crossed a line with my last text to be honest…” I say a bit louder, but still softly because I’m embarrassed to be having to say this out loud now. Ana, you are an adult. Get it together!

He interrupts me as I’m trying to find a nice way to apologize for stepping over a professional line, “Ana, not at all. It’s so nice to have someone positive in my corner right now. I’ve been feeling imposter syndrome all day. Like this isn’t really happening to me.” He lowers his voice a bit, “I really needed to hear all that…and it means a lot coming from you.”

It means a lot coming from ME?! I’m blushing as he continues to say, “since we’ll be working so closely together on this. It’s nice knowing you’ll be there to help me when I’m feeling off or down.”

Yeah Ana, since you’ll be WORKING…FOR HIM. Sure, he’s not your official boss, but you’re his PA on set. You do what he says or asks for. Get it together. He means all this professionally…

“Austin, I told you, I’m here for you. Whether that means hyping you up when you need it or getting you coffee, which I should nail down your coffee order,” I joke to him trying to keep it professional, but sincere.

He laughs back. My god, that is the cutest laugh I’ve ever heard. Wow, Ana stop it right now, we literally just went through this. This is for WORK. He’s just being nice to you.

“Ana, coffee is the least of the things I’ll be asking for,” he says jokingly. Uhhhh, I know he doesn’t mean it in a sexual way, but…. My cheeks instantly burn, they have to be red hot. “But it’s just iced black coffee,” he continues and laughs a bit.

“Good to know boss, good to know. What else should I know? Allergic to peanut butter? A morning person or a night owl? What’s the basics on my Elvis Presley,” I joke back in a playful voice.

“Well Ana, how much time do you have,” he laughs back. The next few hours fly by as we laugh about Austin being a night owl, like myself, him telling me his favorite foods and me jokingly yelling at him about why he’s wrong about liking red grapes. Eventually, I see the time and panic.

“Austin, we’ve been on the phone for so long. It’s almost 4 AM and I have to be up in 2 hours to be at work,” I blurt out, but immediately start laughing and he laughs back. The last few hours have been filled with easy conversation like we’ve known each other for years. When was the last time I talked to someone for so long…and so openly? I wonder what he thinks.

“I had no idea it was so late, I’m supposed to be getting beauty sleep, right?” Austin chuckles as he says it.

“Like you need beauty rest,” I think to myself…wait…did I actually say that out loud? Oh my god, ANA!!!! I quickly laugh, “sorry I am just realizing how tired I am. As much as I want to continue telling you you’re wrong about Swiss cheese, I’m gonna need to not be in bed to talk to you and actually use the bed for sleep now.”

Phew, hopefully that was a quick save and he didn’t realize I was saying he didn’t need beauty rest…because he’s beautiful…

Austin chuckles and sighs, “I guess I need to do the same. But I’ve really loved talking to you and getting to know you. I’m more excited now to work with you. Like I have a friend alongside me in this.”

I smile the biggest dorky smile and realize he cannot hear that reaction on the phone… “I’m excited too. You’re gonna be so great, Austin.”

I hear nothing but silence… Hopefully he’s smiling? Or is he weirded out? “Sorry, I was smiling and realized that doesn’t work on the phone… I really am just so happy to have you for this, Ana.”

“I think we both need sleep, Austin. I’m gonna let you go so I’m not further responsible for the star of the movie I’m assisting on being tired the day after accepting the role,” I giggle.

“Ok, ok. The giggle got me, you win. I’m gonna text you tomorrow to see how you do at work. I feel like I owe you a coffee or two. Well, goodnight Ana,” he says goodnight so softly and sweet. Do I really have to hang up? I just wanna keep talking to him…

“Thank you for calling… goodnight Mr. Presley,” I whisper and hang up before I can keep talking. What a night…

[mrskeanu]

Thursday January 2, 1996

Dear Diary,

Happy New Year! Today was just like every other day. I woke up and got ready for the classes, ate breakfast, enjoyed seven hours of rambling teachers discussion about stuff (which almost put me to sleep), watching John Wick flirt with every other girl that isn't me (sometimes I think he's turning into another Dean Thomas which I'm terrified of), and coming to the Gryffindor Tower and crying myself to sleep knowing that he will never love me like I love him. He'd get any girl he wants! My life can't get any more pathetic than it already is. Half of the time I feel like a bullet has gone through my chest and the whole is getting bigger and bigger. Sometimes I'm so sad that I feel like crawling in a hole and staying there...forever. If mum were here, she would pop popcorn and watch action movies with me to make me forget of the one who causes the hurt in the first place. Mum would always say, "If he can't take the time to notice you then he's not worth the time to love." Hopefully things will get better.

Ginny xx

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"Hey Ginny," Uh-oh, I know that voice. "What's that?"

Quickly I closed the leather bound book, "Oh it's nothing, John," Then I rushed out of the class like a rocket at take-off.

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Friday January 4, 1996

Dear Diary,

Sometimes I just wish that Hermione had never introduced me to John. Then none of this 'Wishing John Wick would notice me...' would ever had happen. Have you ever had that feeling where there's this huge hole in your chest that can't be fixed? Of course you haven't because you're a stupid book. I need to pull myself together I'm going insane by talking to an inanimate object. I just want this heartbreak to go away. I wish there was a way for me to forget him. Maybe I can avoid him the rest of the year? I mean neither him nor his other friends (excluding Harry, he's too observant (read sneaky). Nearly caught me drooling at John.) will ever notice that I'm not around? I know I'm probably going to regret ever writing this down but...I wish I never had met John Wick.

Ginny xx

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The next day, I searched all around my room for my diary but couldn't find it. I even searched my book bag, locker, but I still was out of luck.

<i> Where the hell is it?! </i>

Oh no. What if it were in the hands of the Slytherins? What if- Oh no- what if it's in the hands of John Wick? Oh, I'm completely screwed.

The next day, I walked through the hallways of Hogwarts and cautiously looked around. Nope, there's nothing out of the ordinary here.

Suddenly I froze when I saw my diary...in the hands of John.

My eyes bulged out of my head. Why must the world be cruel to me?!

This can't be happening. I wonder if he read it. Oh man, what am I going to do? I can't just go up to him and say 'Oh hey, that's my diary you're holding there. It has every one of my deepest secrets in it, most of them written about you. Can I have it back?' My life sucks.

I felt his eyes look over at me "Hey Ginny,"

Oh god. Oh god. He's walking over to me. I can't breathe.

"Oh... Uhhhh... Hi, John."

"You... Uhhhh... dropped this the other day." He said handing over my diary, "Look I'm really sorry, Gin. I dropped it and it was open and I couldn't help myself so I peeked at it."

Okay now it's time to panic!! "W-what part did you read exactly?"

"All of it,"

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Saturday January 6, 1996

Dear Diary,

Thanks, thanks a freaking lot! Because of you, John knows EVERYTHING! And the one thing that I have to do now is ignore the others and most importantly JOHN WICK. But other than that, everything is just peachy keen. NOT!

Ginny xx

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Sunday January 7, 1996

Dear Diary,

For some odd reason he keeps tryin to talk to me. Maybe Hermione told him to? I'm too afraid to confront him. I know, I'm a coward!

Ginny xx

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Monday January 8, 1996

Dear Diary,

I don't want to go to the classes. I don't want to be bombarded with questions from Harry, Ron, Hermione, Constantine and Keanu. I especially don't want to face John. But I have to. If I don't go to the classes, then I won't be able to do anything over summer vacation. Mum's orders.

Ginny xx

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"Ginny," <i>I'm so going to regret this.... </i> "You have to talk to him."

"I can't, Hermione, not after he found out my deepest secret. I'm just too afraid."

"Tough it out, Gin," <i>Wow, way to be sensitive, Harry... </i> "Don't live your life afraid of what will happen if you don't talk to him."

I sighed, "Fine,"

"He's at the entrance of the Great Hall waiting for you." He pushed me in the direction of the Great hall.

John didn't see me coming and I hid behind the tall poles. <i> Come on, Ginny. Don't be afraid. It's just John Wick. </i>

When I walked to him, he looked up and smiled gently at me. I couldn't feel my legs.

"Hi Gin," He patted his hand on the space on the stair next to him and I cautiously sat down. I made sure there was a lot of space in between us so I could make an easy get away.

"Come on Ginny, I don't bite." He motioned me to move closer to him.

"Gin, the things you wrote... were they true? Do you really feel that way about me?"

I nodded quietly and he chuckled, "Why are you laughing?"

"Because,"

"Because isn't an answer, John,"

He turned towards me. His face now turned serious as he took his hands in mine, "I love you too,"

<i> Were my ears filled with ear wax or did I just hear that correctly??? </i> "You- you love me back?" He nodded and kissed my lips lightly.

When he pulled away I smiled softly at him, "I've always loved you, Ginny...."

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Tuesday January 10, 1996

Dear Diary,

Thank you, thank you, thank you! Because of you, the John Wick loves me back! He even kissed me! I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Look at me, I'm thanking and inanimate object. Oh well, thank you again. Eeeeeeeeeeppppp....

Ginny xxx

Fin.

[oikawaplssteponme]

okay I LOVE SOULMATE AU'S so imma send two requests cause why not

first one letter d. damage. with bakugou 🥺👉👈 perhaps not entirely like the list but in which the reader feels the pain as well (?) so whenever he uses his quirk the reader feels the explosions!! could be them finally meeting in U.A. (reader in class 1A or they're in general studies whichever you think it's best!) and fluff of coursee

uhhhh I guess that's it for the first one, if you want more details just say so!!! 🤩🥺 I'll send a second ask with the other one 👉👈. 🌺.anon

hi again anon!! i loved writing your requests so thank you for sending them in ☺️💕

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Damage

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

warnings: some swearing, mentions of injuries

genre: fluff

a/n: because i couldn’t help myself i had Hatsume make an appearance (i just love her sm hehehe). also i sorta changed it to wear the quirk causes the damage and they can feel their soulmate’s quirk. enjoy xx

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It started as little shocks. You felt your palms get sweaty, and start to spark. It was a strange sensation. At first, these explosions spurring out from your hands didn’t hurt too much. Then they got stronger by no fault of your own. The residue from these detonations took a toll on your hands. Your quirk had nothing to do with explosions, so why did your body seem to exert this kind of force?

Then you remembered.

Soulmates.

You feel whatever they feel. Whatever kind of damage they go through, you will too.

You assumed that your soulmate had to have some kind of explosive power, and was in constant training. They must be on the track to becoming a Pro Hero, or they had anger issues at the very least.

You were a third-year at UA High. You were in the general studies course, working alongside your best friend, Mei Hatsume, in the student workshop. You didn’t have the flashiest quirk but it was good for what you intended on doing with your life. You wanted to work with Hero’s at their agencies. You were quick with numbers and had a quirk that involved elevated intelligence. So any Hero would trust you with the logistics of Hero work.

“If I have to make that Izuku kid one more of these leg paddings I am going to lose my mind. Plus Ultra does not mean break my babies every two minutes,” Hatsume groaned. You laughed.

“Well, when we have our evaluations you can tell him that.”

“How many students do you have tomorrow?” asked Hatsume.

“I think about ten from class 3A. I finished all of their spreadsheets and costume improvements. Tomorrow I’ll just have to show them,” you explained.

Depending on quirk and commitment, certain students from outside the Hero Course were chosen to provide assistance to those in the Hero course. You were chosen to create advanced training plans, after crunching a few numbers, that will show these future Hero’s what they need to do to improve and stay on track. It was a way to show your skills to hiring agencies as well, as you can take some credit for your classmate’s success.

“I’ve got the rest of that class too for tomorrow. That's why I have to make Izuku these new pads,” she huffed. You chuckled.

“At least you know some of them by name. I barely know their names of mine and I’ve gone to school with them for three years.”

“A lot of them aren’t worth remembering,” joked Mei.

“Well, I’m gonna get some sleep before a long day tomorrow. See ya.” You packed up your things and left for the dorms.

As you were leaving, you looked over at your arm. A bruise began to form.

Great.

Then came the explosions. You would keep our arms out to avoid them from hitting your face and just let the explosions run their course.

“Can my soulmate be calm for two seconds?” You mumbled to yourself before continuing your walk to the dorms.

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It was the morning of evaluations and you were running down to the training ground to meet your group. Your arms bruised and beaten from your soulmate’s own damage. They were sore as you carried the large stacks of papers. The Hero Course students awaited your arrival.

“Sorry I’m late you guys! I had to make sure I had everything. Okay, so these are your personalized spreadsheets to help with training. Um, who is Mina Ashido?”

“Me!” said the pink haired girl. You handed her the folder. You continued giving each student their specified folder.

“Uh, Katsuki Bakugou?” You called at last. A blond boy with spiked hair raised his hand. You handed him his folder, accidentally locking eyes with him. He had beautiful red eyes. He noticed you too.

Wait he’s cute.

“Oh uh sorry…” you mumbled, snapping back into reality. Bakugou nodded, taking the folder and walking away, his hand on the back of his head.

“So after you’ve looked over your training plan you can feel free to start putting things into practice out here or use the inside facility. Let me know if you have any questions,” you announced. Most of the students went inside, a few stayed and spread out among themselves.

“Hey! Y/N!” a voice called. You turned around to see the blond boy again.

“Bakugou right? What’s up?” You asked.

“Why did you cross this out?” he asked. He pointed to his self-evaluation that you asked everyone to fill out when creating their trading plans.

“Because for goals you wrote: ‘beat Deku’. I don’t know what a ‘deku’ is so I can’t really help you plan for that,” you explained. Bakugou chuckled.

“It’s a person.” You felt a wave of embarrassment.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so stupid,” you sighed.

“It’s fine. Hopefully whatever crap you wrote in here helps me beat him,” he said.

“I can add more to it if you’d like. What’s your quirk again?” you asked, taking the folder from his hands.

“Explosions.”

Your heart dropped to the ground. There’s no way it could be him, after all, lots of people have explosive quirks. What are the odds that you go to the same school as you? You looked down at his folder. There is was.

Katsuki Bakugou. Quirk: Explosions. Using his nitroglycerin sweat, he is able to create powerful explosions from the palms of his hands.

How could you have missed this? Well, you did write most of the training plans while on only one hour of sleep, so the idea of a possible soulmate must’ve slipped your mind.

“You good?” he asked. You nodded violently.

“Yup yup, all good. Do you mind standing over there?” You pointed to the middle of the field. Bakugou did as he was told.

“Okay, uh, blast me one of your explosions,” you ordered. Bakugou smirked.

“I thought you’d never ask…”

Bakugou adjusted his stance and began to fly himself up with his explosions. He blasted himself through the air before landing in front of you. You looked down at your own hands, waiting for something to happen. Nothing did.

“How was that?” grinned Bakugou.

“Pretty good. I calculated better strategies for air dynamics so why don’t you try-”

*BOOM*

You had blasted yourself into the air, imitating the same pattern that Bakugou had just performed. Your hands burning with each explosion.

“SHIT SHIT SHIT- I DON’T KNOW HOW TO LAND!” you yelled. Bakugou’s eyes widened. He ran toward you as you fell back onto the ground, catching you safely.

Your face burned as you looked up at him. He smiled.

“I figured my soulmate would have handled my quirk better by now,” he joked. You sighed.

“You should be grateful that the most damage I’ve done to you is giving you a paper cut.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take you to Recovery Girl to bandage you up then take you out. How that dumbass?” smiled Bakugou. You smiled back, ruffling his hair.

“Sounds good soulmate.”

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[general taglist: @lealofsblog @iwaisa @bakugousmymassa @roesaurus @evivn1 @astrooliver @tetsoleil @bokutory @vangoghmusings @moonlightaangel @complimentaryhugsgirl ]

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 4]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; masturbation, usage of toys, dirty talkin’, a bit of a filler chapter after last weeks hehe🍒 as always, thank you again for your continued support for cherry bomb 🥺💕 I'm actually not sure if next week’s chapter will go up on time due to my work schedule for next week but I'll be sure to keep y’all updated! if anything it’ll probably go up on saturday instead of friday... 😭😭 But anyway, have a good weekend yall! 💕💕💕 stay hydrated!! 

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - ?

The weekend ends quicker than Seungcheol even notices and while he wakes up Monday morning already thinking about you and your show later in the evening; his face falters when he reads the message on your cam homepage.

‘Sorry everyone :( I think I caught a cold so I won’t be doing a show tonight… I promise I’ll make it up to you on Friday! In the meantime, I’ve uploaded some new pics in our members only room~ I hope it’ll tide you all over ‘til then! xx Cherry 🍒 ’

His first reaction is to immediately panic; reaching for his phone and texting you to get as much rest and sleep as possible. He makes a mental note to check in with you again later, finding that he’s already running late to get to work when he gets out of bed.

“Hey! Seungcheol-hyung!”

The said male turns around, placing the set of roller skates on the ground. “Yeah, what’s up?”

Jeongguk sits next to him on the wooden bench, legs stretched out as he passes Seungcheol an energy drink. “Nothin’, just wanted to say thanks for coming over on Saturday! We should try to do that again, except maybe we can go out for drinks or something? We can give it the good ‘ol college try, maybe bring home a girl, if you know what I mean~” Jeongguk wiggles his eyebrows at Seungcheol who rolls his eyes.

“Uh, I’m down for the drinking part but I think I’ll have to pass on the hookups.”

“Really? Why? Are you dating someone and you haven’t told me?”

Seungcheol thanks the gods that the roller rink is dimmed; neon lights and disco balls the only things keeping the entire place dimly lit when he blushes a deep crimson, face hot as he avoids the younger male’s gaze. “Nah, it’s just, I--I don’t think that’s really for me. I’m more of a, uh, relationship type of guy, y’know?” Also, I’m devoting my time and energy to someone already who isn’t really my girlfriend.

“Mm, makes sense!”

Jeongguk keeps Seungcheol company even on his break, the two chatting about various topics before he lets Seungcheol know his break is almost over.

“Hey, wait! Before you go…” Seungcheol is nervous for some reason, fingers gripping the suede of the rollerskate’s boot as he avoids eye contact again. “Um, this is gonna sound really weird but… Who’s ‘j__min’? I feel like I’ve seen that username before and it’s, uh, I’m just curious how you know them? Sorry if that’s weird, I just--I’ve been seeing them around pretty often.”

“Oh, that’s Jimin-hyung. He’s a friend of mine that games with me sometimes! I’ve never really met the dude in person before, but he seems nice.” Jeongguk nods, staring off into space. “He seems really busy all the time too. And he’s super active on social media, that’s probably where you’ve seen him.”

Seungcheol nods; the guy didn’t seem like any sort of immediate threat so he logs the information mentally for now. He’d just have to do some internet sleuthing himself when he got home.

“Oh, cool, okay! Thanks ‘Guk!” 

Seungcheol groans after the seventh pair of skates he’s cleaned, standing up to stretch and reach for his phone in his pocket. He checks the notifications, noting that you hadn’t texted back or read his messages yet.

A frown paints his features knowing that you were sick, but he makes another mental note to finally buy you that sybian now that his most recent paycheck had come in with it’s overtime bonuses. There were only a few more days until Namjoon came back which meant his extra pays would be over, a sad sigh escaping his lips at the thought. 

The day gruels on; Mondays were always the slowest days for the roller rink which meant Seungcheol spent most of the time cleaning skates and bumming snacks from the concession stand usually. He tries to not pry deeper into Jeongguk’s friends but the curiosity eats him alive so he makes an effort to stay away from the younger male for the rest of the day, this time.

Instead, he spends the day hiding in the employee break room any time he gets; only leaving when Yoongi decides to hide in there himself.

Your head feels like it’s going to spin off of your shoulders once you sit up in bed. The sun sits low in the horizon from what you can see through your bedroom window; noting that it must’ve been the late afternoon already.

You’d woken up with chills, head fuzzy when you’d sat up earlier in the morning. Knowing that you were at least somewhat sick, you quickly wrote up a little memo on your homepage letting your viewers know that there wouldn’t be a show later in the evening. Afterwards, you had quickly downed medicine before curling up under your sheets and going back to sleep. You’d vaguely been aware of your phone ringing on the nightstand next to your bed, but you prioritized sleeping instead, knowing that you had to get better before the weekend came.

You groan once you ease yourself off of your bed, dragging your feet as you make your way to the bathroom in hopes of a warm bath to make yourself feel better.

It’s almost 5PM which means it’s almost time for Seungcheol to finally go home. He checks his phone one more time before he pockets the device, putting away the last few pairs of rollerskates before he starts making his way towards the backroom. 

“Hey! ‘Cheol-hyung, can you come over here!?” Jeongguk yells over the music, arms waving him down frantically before he clocks out.

Seungcheol walks over, noting an unknown male standing with him. “Yes? Did you need help?”

“This guy, sorry I forgot your name?” The male laughs, eyes forming crescents when he smiles brightly at Jeongguk. “It’s Seokmin.”

“Right, right. Seokmin is asking if we’re hiring?” Jeongguk ends with a head tilt, unsure of the answer himself.

Seungcheol bites the inside of his cheek. Technically yes, they were understaffed even with Namjoon around. But Namjoon was also technically the one in charge of overseeing hiring positions. And while they technically should’ve hired more staff, that also meant Seungcheol’s overtime bonuses would be cut anytime they actually had the appropriate amount of staff.

“Uhhhh… I--I don’t think so? I’m not the one in charge. Our manager that decides staff and hiring positions is out of town indefinitely so…” Seungcheol trails off, hoping Seokmin gets the hint.

“Ahh… Should I come back another time then?” Seungcheol nods, frowning slightly. “Sorry ‘bout that man. But hey, why don’t you leave your contact info so we can call you? So you don’t have to keep coming back.”

Seokmin nods, beaming at the older male.

“Sure, that’d be great! Thanks!”

Seungcheol only feels slightly bad when he gets home that night, praying karma doesn’t kick his ass later for lying.

On days when you cancel your show are the days Seungcheol realizes he needs more hobbies than watching your cam shows and gaming all night.

Not that it’s a bad thing, he thinks, just that he could supplement his life with more.

He places an order for a few cookbooks alongside the order for the sybian, soft chuckles spilling from his lips when he realizes what an odd array of things he’s ordered.

Seungcheol manages to fill his night with meaningless tasks; finally cleaning his PC and settling in to watch a movie while he polishes off an entire pizza. He checks his phone a few more times, noting no new messages and he wonders if you’re really okay. A lightbulb goes off in his head, power walking back to his PC as he opens a new browser.

He bites his lip, typing in ‘j__min’ in the search bar to see what comes up. By nature, the username is unfortunately a lot more common than he anticipates and he ends up rifling through a lot of dead ends before he comes upon the profile on the same camming website you used and an instagram that seemed to be updated fairly regularly.

“Let’s see…”

Your body feels hot all over. Pin pricks on your fingertips as a bead of sweat trickles down your temple.

Now, you didn’t feel sick, you just felt incredibly insatiable. Again.

You weren’t sure if it was because your body had adjusted to a certain schedule, but you can’t help the way you toss and turn in bed; thighs rubbing together in hopes of alleviating the growing wetness between them.

Checking the clock, you note it’s already 10PM, close to when you’d normally be doing your show. You sigh, pushing your sweaty hair out of your face as you reach for your phone on the nightstand. You immediately notice a few text messages from Seungcheol; frowning when you notice the text messages were from the morning.

cheollie ✨: hey, baby :( saw your note, i hope you’re okay.

cheollie ✨: make sure to drink a lot of water and take medicine!

cheollie ✨: don’t push yourself too hard either okay?

The messages end there and you pout, unsure what to even say now that it had been hours since he’d texted.

babygirl 🍒 : cheollie… i only saw ur msgs now 🥺

babygirl 🍒 : im sorryyyyy i was sleeping so long but i feel better now!!

Seungcheol closes all his browser tabs before he realizes it, a smile on his face when he sees you’ve responded.

‘That’s okay, I’m just glad you’re okay and feeling better. Promise me you drank tons of water?’

He feels giddy, palms sweaty as he grips his phone.

babygirl: mmhmm! i did… i don’t even feel sick anymore 🥺 but…

babygirl: dunno… i’m feeling needy again… i think my body is used to my usual schedule...

Seungcheol’s body thrums with newfound energy and arousal at your leading comments. He’s unsure of what to say next, fearing he was going to say too much. But his phone pings again, eyes quickly flitting over your messages.

babygirl 🍒 : if ur busy its okay but

babygirl 🍒 : do u think we could cam? just u and me?

babygirl 🍒 : only if ur free tho!!

His fingers are tingling when he sends his reply, making it short and sweet before he places his phone down and makes sure his PC is running smoothly.

‘Of course, you know I’m always here when you need me. :)’

It takes a few minutes for you and Seungcheol to set up your respective spaces and in the meantime, you grab your laptop, propping it open on the bed next to you as you lay in front of it. You had debated on using your better camera which you used for camming, but you didn’t want it to be set up like a cam show.

Instead, you wanted a more intimate and casual video call with Seungcheol, so you made sure your webcam worked fine as you placed it on the sheets.

‘Video Call Incoming…’

You can’t help the blush that coats your skin nor the lust that fills your body as soon as you accept his call; his somewhat blurry figure coming into view.

“Hey, sweetheart!” Seungcheol beams at you through the grainy camera and you already feel yourself clenching around emptiness, words caught in your throat at how handsome he was and how truly enticing his voice was. “H-hi!” Rubbing your thighs together, you peer at the camera shyly. “I--wow, the pictures really… You’re so much more handsome on v-video.” You giggle slightly, leaning in closer to your laptop to get a better view of the silvery-blue haired male.

Seungcheol’s deep laugh filters through the speakers and your toes curl against the sheets.

“You should see me in person, maybe I’ll look even better then.”

You don’t deny that one bit; your own hands already itching to touch yourself. “Oh? Is that an invitation~?”

Seungcheol’s eyes pierce the camera, licking his own lips as you watch him  snake a hand down into his sweats.

“If you want it to be, sweetheart. But tell me about you, how are you feeling? Have you eaten already?”

Gulping, you watch as his hand seems to work slowly and out of view. “I--um, I feel b-better just… Dunno, guess my body’s just used to, um, y’know… A-and I haven’t really had much of an appetite...” You trail off, head still fuzzy from the cold medicines and now, Seungcheol.

In a roundabout way, it almost feels like you’re watching him do a show for you as you watch him slowly get off.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better, baby. But you know you should try to eat, okay? I don’t want you to get even sicker.” You nod, fingertips already at the edge of your sleep shorts. 

“I--c-can I touch myself too?” Seungcheol laughs lightly, nodding as he tilts his head back. “Of course, you don’t need to ask me for permission, baby.”

You grin at him, sitting up as you reposition the laptop. Your hand slides underneath a pillow, grabbing the small bullet vibrator you kept there. “Do you always keep a toy handy?” His voice is airy, teasing in the way he asks.

“Mmhmm~ You never know when you’ll need it~” You sing-song, shimmying your sleep shorts and panties off before you spread your legs in front of the camera.

The air gets knocked out of Seungcheol the second you spread your legs for him and him alone and he can’t help but imagine all the things he wanted to do with you. He watches as you tease yourself, fingertips only grazing across the areas he knew you wanted to be touched the most. 

“I can’t wait for us to finally fuckin’ meet.” He grits out.

A moan floats through the speakers of Seungcheol’s gaming PC, your saccharine voice music to his ears. “M-me too, wanna know what you’d do to me~” You giggle afterwards, pressing the vibrator to your clit as you spread your legs wider for him to see. Seungcheol’s hand around his cock tightens as he watches, an appreciative smirk on his face.

“Oh sweetheart, what wouldn’t I do to you.” You can’t help but slide your fingers through your wet folds listening to Seungcheol’s voice, whimpering when you finally slide a finger in. “Yeah? What would be the first thing? Tell me, ‘Cheollie~”

Even through the webcam quality, you can see the way Seungcheol’s eyes glaze over in complete pleasure. He licks his lips once, leaning in close so that you can hear him clearly.

“I know you probably think I’d get straight to the filthy shit, huh? Pin you to your bed and fuck you until you forget your own name or tie you up to the bedposts and make you beg for me to fuck you. But I wouldn’t. Because I wanna worship your fuckin’ body. I’d take it nice and slow with you, give you as many orgasms as you want.”

“F-fuck, Seungcheol, I–”

“You could use me for your pleasure, y’know? You deserve it. You’re such a good girl. I’d give you anything you fuckin’ want if you’d let me.”

Your choked moans have Seungcheol working his cock faster; nothing on his mind except for you and his impending orgasm. “Oh g-god, Seungcheol, I--fuck, yes, I want that~ I want you to--to make me cum as many times as I w-want!” You mewl, easily working in another finger as you pump the digits inside your pussy.

He smirks when he sees your grip on the vibrator loosening, knowing that you were already too lost in the pleasure to keep the toy on. “And I’d let you. Maybe I’d make you cum on my tongue first. Or would you want my fingers?”

“B-both! Puh--please…” You whine, legs threatening to clamp shut. You curl and scissor your fingers, thrusting them knuckle deep inside yourself as you chase the pleasure that overtakes your senses. “Please, ‘Cheol, tell me more~”

You watch through the camera as Seungcheol pushes his sweats down enough to get his cock into view; mouth watering as you watch it curve up to his lower abdomen.

“I know how much you love being doted on and being taken care of… So after I make you cum all fuckin’ night, you know I’d take care of you. Make sure you’re comfortable and cuddle with you when you’re tired.” His hips cant up into his closed palm, a soft groan on his lips. “And then when we wake up, I’ll eat you out. Nice and slow so you know it’d be worth it.” 

Seungcheol smirks, smearing the precum all over his shaft. “But I also know you like it rough and you like being punished like a bad girl. You like the idea of being tied up and teased and being fucked nice and hard too. I could take it nice and slow, build up the pleasure for you. Or I can take it nice and slow and tease you, I’d make you sit on my cock ‘n make you wait for it ‘til you’re begging me. Or maybe you would want an audience? Let them see you fall apart on my cock when you’re desperate to cum.” 

You press the vibrator against your clit again, Seungcheol’s name falling out of your mouth in a blubbering mess. “Oh--I--!!”

Your legs clamp shut, fingers halting their movements as you cum hard around your fingers. Seungcheol watches as your legs shake, his own hand running up and down his cock in quick motions as he chases his high too. You vaguely hear him groaning your name; the ringing in your ears overbearing as your orgasm continues to wash over you.

The sound of your quick and shallow breaths mix with Seungcheol’s over the speakers as the two of you catch your breath. You slip your fingers from inside of you, wincing when you turn off the toy and toss it to the side.

“Fuck, baby, I--”

“Y-yeah…” You quietly lick your fingers clean, knowing that Seungcheol’s watching. “I… that was the first time I… did that with s-someone…” You giggle tiredly, wiping the rest of your sticky fingers on your shirt.

“Really? Never?” Seungcheol’s surprised expression makes you giggle; his eyes round and mouth wide open as he leans closer to his webcam.

“Mmhmm! Just, y’know, it’s--it’s hard to get close to people sometimes…”

You had mentioned it off-handedly once while the two of you had been texting, that most of the dates you’d been on hated the fact that you cammed. There was always a possessive aura that was present and while Seungcheol would sometimes get a little jealous himself, he also knew it was your livelihood and how you supported yourself.

“Ah, yeah, I can understand.”

The two of you sit in a content silence, Seungcheol reaching for a few tissues to clean off the drying cum on his abdomen.

“Hey, ‘Cheol?”

“Yeah?” He peers up at the camera through his lashes, blinking rapidly as he watches you lay back down in front of your laptop.

“About what you said… earlier…” You pause, shyness overtaking once again. “I--Would you want to meet up? Like, for real? I mean--not--not like tomorrow or something but... Y’know, we can start planning?” 

Any words that come after that turn into radio static in Seungcheol’s head and he can feel his pupils shaking, nervousness already bubbling up inside of him at the prospect of actually finally maybe getting to meet you. 

“Seungcheol? ‘Cheollie? You okay?” 

Fuck.

“Huh? Yeah, yeah! I’m cool, I’m good, sorry, that--that caught me off guard.”

He watches as you talk animatedly, mind already going a mile a minute as he thinks over everything that needed to be done before then. 

“I’m really excited to meet you, ‘Cheollie!” 

[genshinconfessions]

curious on admin’s opinions of the story once they finish act 1 & 2 of inazuma, if you wouldn’t mind sharing?

hi, i think i'm the only one who's finished it as of now (literally five seconds ago lol) so i'll answer this first and the others will edit their responses in, hopefully

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR INAZUMA ARCHON QUEST AND CHARACTERS!!!!!

first off, i reached ar54 from completing the quests, but doing them as ar53 with my main team all at level 80... was sort of a pain in the ass. i used more food today than i have in the past week LMAO.

i feel like inazuma is just quite unfriendly to people who don't know what they're doing, aka me. i walk past all those electric crystals and electrograna and i'm like :) alright that's a problem for future me...

also the enemies are scary :( teleporting mirror maidens and slashy samurai ;; and we only have three statues?? so i can't even heal all the time ;-;

as for the story, there's nothing much i can complain about. maybe that it goes a bit slow? i honestly felt like i was doing chores for the inazuma people again LOL they were like 'go here with XX and do this' and i was like ayo this ain't lantern rite okay???

i also disliked how we needed to complete ayaka and yoimiya's story quests before unlocking part 2. it did give us a nice rest, though, which was nice.

and as for the baal fight, i literally told myself i was like 'there's NO WAY we're ready to fight her now...' and i was correct ;)) same with kujou sara lol imagine my SHOCK when beidou and kazuha pulled up i was like GASPSPGAPSGPAPSGAP

gorou dog boi. he's sort of cute, actually.

okay backtracking but i really thought sara might be on our side because she let us go during yoimiya's story quest butttt uhhhh i guess not LOL??

other than that, i think my only 'complaint' (not really a complaint, just smth i'm confused about) is the many many unskippable cutscenes. it was nice to sit back and watch but like... was it really necessary to have so many? it felt like a movie which was nice but uhhhh mihoyo pls if you have the time to make that, pls make the enemies easier :sob:

so that's my general thoughts (my mind is a little scrambled because i stayed up late last night playing this game and woke up and ignored all the work i have to do to finish said game) but if there's anything specific you want to hear about, feel free to ask!

- katheryne from liyue

[tirednotflirting]

darling, you're the one i want

hi i wrote merrikat. based on paper rings. it’s pretty cute i’m pretty happy w it. esp bc it’s the first thing i’ve managed to start and complete in uhhhh over a month : ) sooooo yeah

here it is on ao3 if that’s more ur jam

Jack didn’t know love could feel like this. So loud and quiet all at the same time. So careful and turbulent and everything in between. He considers how something like that can be as he takes a sip from the wine he had found waiting for him on the kitchen island (accompanied by a sticky note with Zack’s messy handwriting telling him for you :) sorry about the long day xx). He lets his head rest against his palm as he leans against the counter, a small tired smile pulling across his cheeks as he catches the cologne on the sleeve of the hoodie he’d found waiting for him on the bed after changing into something comfier. (Another sticky note with a lopsided smiley face had been sitting on top of the soft, worn hoodie.)

There had been a third sticky note (this one with just a heart drawn in the center of it) on the box of takeout waiting for Jack in the fridge after he had come downstairs from the office after a long afternoon of livestream interviews with Alex. He always felt a lot of something in the direction of guilt when there was work to be done on his visits out to see Zack despite the teasing remarks he would receive reminding him that we are literally coworkers, Jack.

But now it doesn’t matter because the day is done. Any kind of negative feeling Jack had felt prior to coming down to the kitchen dissipated the second he saw the glass of wine and Zack’s patient face looking down at whatever book he had picked up to read next. From Jack’s spot at the island he can see his boy settled into the couch on the back deck that sits just in front of the big window in the kitchen.

Another paradox from the seemingly endless list of them comes to mind then as he watches the sun slip toward the horizon, the sky a swirling mix of oranges and pinks. He feels like he’s loved the man sitting on the other side of the window for both 20 minutes and 20 years and again, he wonders how that can be.

He’d loved Zack since they were teenagers and yet the relationship they had now had somehow still snuck up on them both. Drunken cuddles at parties turned into sober cuddles before soundcheck. Giggling kisses against cheeks while they ran around on stage in the middle of a show turned into Jack in Zack’s lap while making out on the tour bus couch. (Jack laughs to himself at the memory of Alex rolling his eyes while Rian was cracking up as he accepted a $20 bill after they’d wandered into the back lounge that night. Jack and Zack had only blinked in confusion at each other as they heard Alex grumbling that you guys just had to figure your shit out on a Tuesday, huh? as he went off in the direction of his bunk.)

It wasn’t how Jack was used to a relationship happening. It had felt so easy. He didn’t know it could be this easy. When he tried questioning it early on, Alex had only laughed. You’re best friends, what did you expect? Nothing ever felt complicated with Zack. Jack found himself thinking it was something he could get used to, something he wanted to get used to.

Three years in and they’re something in the realm of settled down despite the nature of their career never really leaving them in one place for too long. It had been Zack’s idea for them to spend the couple of weeks off on this tour at his place before catching a flight back to LA for more rehearsals. Time felt like it moved slower on the island (though if Jack’s being honest, anywhere moves slower than LA) and it was something he was thankful for. Every moment with Zack was something to be savored.

He picks up his glass and heads in the direction of the back door. After shutting the door behind him, he turns back to see Zack marking his place in his book with a receipt before dropping it against the coffee table sitting in front of him. Jack takes the spot beside him and smiles into the kiss he’s pulled into before settling against the cushions. With his free hand, he traces along the tattoos around Zack’s shoulder in the fading sunlight. “How was your afternoon?” Jack asks, finally breaking the comfortable silence, as his fingers trail down Zack’s arm to tangle their fingers together.

Zack smiles down at their joined hands before lifting them to press his lips against Jack’s knuckles. “Productive,” he hums with a smile. “Rearranged some stuff in the garage, went to the store. Found this plant while I was there that looked like it needed some love. I’ll show you in the morning, the flowers are a pretty color.”

Jack smiles brightly. Regardless of how long he comes out to visit, they settle so quickly into domesticity. It’s overwhelming, he thinks, but not in a way that scares him. It’s always felt easy to fall into a routine with Zack.

“Looking forward to it.”

Zack asks him about his day and Jack recalls on the afternoon of answering the same four questions over and over again for different radio stations all across the country and the way he basically had Alex’s answers to them memorized by the end of the day. He tells him about the story one of the interviewers told them about their first All Time Low show (Zack had thrown them a pick in 2010 and they apparently still had it inside a box of concert memories from over the years) and the cat that had wandered into the frame on one of the calls.

Eventually they settle back into another comfortable, lazy quiet. Their joined hands sit against Zack’s thigh, his thumb tracing circles in Jack’s palm, as they watch the sun take its time saying its daily goodbye to the world. A light breeze picks up, just enough to keep them cool. Jack takes a deep breath and despite the fact that his entire adult life has been spent quite literally living out his wildest dreams every damn day, if he was asked to stay stuck in one moment forever, it would be this one.

“I wish everyday could end like this,” Jack sighs as his head falls to rest against Zack’s shoulder after taking another sip from his glass. “This is really nice.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I would mind if forever had this view,” Zack answers. Jack assumes he’s referring to the last bit of sunset playing out before them over the mountains but then he feels a pair of lips press against his hair and he looks up to meet Zack’s tired eyes looking down fondly.

“Forever is a big word, mister,” Jack jokes with a blush, his eyes blinking up at Zack’s. Though he hopes it doesn’t come out as though he’s disagreeing.

“You’re right,” Zack laughs while tossing an arm around Jack’s shoulders to pull him closer to his side. His eyes pull away from Jack’s to look back out at the sky and they’re both silent, their breathing and the buzz of the approaching dusk becoming their evening soundtrack.

Jack lets his eyes fall shut, the calmness surrounding them making him sleepier than he felt before coming out to join his boy. He’s seconds away from the short sleep that Zack will allow him before dragging them both back inside to watch one of those documentaries they’ve been watching after dinner for the last few weeks.

“Marry me?”

Jack’s eyes shoot open as he turns his head up to face Zack whose eyes are still trained on the pink-purple sky rapidly shifting to a dark blue. “What?”

He shifts to sit up and Zack turns to face him then while the last bit of light adds a sparkle to his eyes. He smiles lazily as he lifts a hand to cup Jack’s cheek. Jack barely notices the way he instinctively leans into his gentle touch. “I want every sunset with you,” Zack whispers into the space between them. “I want every sunrise with you, even if it’s just you whining over how early it is.” Jack softly laughs as his mind briefly drifts to thoughts of clingy, early mornings before speeding back to the present.

“I want forever with you. Longer than forever, really. But I’m not sure that’s real.”

Jack laughs again while his vision blurs and lets Zack wipe away the single tear he feels starting to fall down his cheek. “Who cares if it’s real? That was so fucking romantic, you sap.”

“Are you going to give me an answer or do I have to wait until I get a ring for that?”

“Zack, babe, you could propose with one of your sticky notes and I’d say yes every damn time. Of course I’ll marry you.”

Zack pulls him in by the waist to press their lips together. As his eyes flutter shut, Jack feels another tear roll down cheek and when he pulls away several moments later, he can’t help but laugh at the watery eyes looking back at him as well.

“That could be arranged, though,” Zack says suddenly before quickly leaning across to kiss Jack’s forehead before pushing up from the couch and slipping inside. Jack is left with a confused smile pulling at his lips as he’s not entirely sure what Zack could mean by that.

Only a couple minutes pass before Zack returns, a folded sticky note and a roll of tape in his hands. He takes his spot back on the couch and looks up to meet Jack’s eyes, his blush just barely visible in the twilight.

“Okay, give me your hand,” Zack instructs. Jack starts catching on then what he’s doing and laughs as he lifts his left hand up in between them. Zack’s bottom lip gets caught between his teeth as he delicately wraps the bright pink paper around Jack’s ring finger and secures the loop with a small piece of tape.

“There,” Zack smiles, admiring his work before looking up to meet Jack’s eyes. “Perfect.”

“You really are,” Jack mumbles as he gently shakes his head at the man in front of him.

Zack laughs, the blush still painting his cheeks as he rolls his eyes. “Okay, Mr Cheesy. This will work until we can get you something shiny.”

“I don’t need shiny, Zack. I promise.” Jack replies.

“If we show up back in Baltimore to celebrate with everyone about this and you have a sticky note wrapped around your finger, both of our mothers and Alex will kill me,” Zack counters.

“Alright, you’re probably right,” Jack shrugs. “But just for the record, this is fucking adorable regardless.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Zack smiles as he moves to link their fingers together again before standing. “Should we go Facetime the boys and the fam to tell them?”

“Of course,” Jack nods as he lets himself get led back into the house. “Do you think they bet on this too?”

“Oh, I’m sure they did,” Zack replies as he reaches for Jack’s glass and a second one from the shelf for himself before opening the fridge to find the bottle of wine. “I’m sure Alex is going to lose again, too. Rian is too good at this kind of thing. Let me go grab my phone.”

Jack takes a seat at the counter and watches Zack jog up the stairs. He smiles down at the paper wrapped around his finger and sighs. His mind wanders around what forever will look like, what it’ll feel like with a big party and vows and an added weight on his left hand. As Zack reenters the room, the brightest smile pulling at his lips as Jack hears a shy voice excitedly stumbling through an introduction to their best friends followed by so we have some news, all he can think about is how he can’t wait to get used to this too.

*

[embarrassingsmartphonegame]

Anything (Chapter 2) - Nik Ryder x f!MC

Summary: After surviving an attempt on her life, she discovers there are worse fates than dying. And they’re all ice cold. 

Warnings for this chapter: descriptions of depression, excessive alcohol usage, non-explicit sexual content

Link to the previous chapter

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Three months later.

Nothing.

Nothing.

‘Still nothing.’ Leah groaned as she rolled over to the other side of her queen bed. The other side was cold; she estimated that the woman from the previous night left a few hours prior. What was her name? Something that started with an A: Aisha, Asha, Ashley? Whatever, it didn’t matter. The name of the man from 2 nights ago didn’t, and neither did all the others.

Wordlessly, she got up and walked around her bedroom, shivering as her bare skin made contact with the air. It was already May; why was she always so cold? She considered for a moment packing some broccoli in her lunch because she read somewhere that being cold all the time could mean she was anemic, but she had to rush that morning to get to work on time so no time for lunch.

“Good morning!” she greeted as she entered the office, putting on her usual chipper facade. No one looked up, save for old Rob from accounting who gave her a grunt in response. When she got to her cubicle, she let her face slip into the same old neutral expression and got to work. 

‘Fri-yay,’ she thought to herself sarcastically as she read the latest TGIF email from Janice from HR. Bless her heart for trying to keep morale up in their office. Leah deleted it immediately. More paperwork, more emails, more denying invitations to co-workers’ baby showers. The day passed by in its usual gray, clicking blur. She never did get her broccoli; that would’ve been a wild day if she did.

She got home that day at precisely 5:30pm like she did every other day. At 5:45pm she had her usual small dinner prepared, and at 6:00pm she’d finished eating while mindlessly watching a trashy reality show involving a woman from Brazil coming to the U.S. to marry some ugly guy who still lived with his mother. She snorted at their antics, and the episode and her meal ended quickly. She tried for the millionth time that month to take part in her beloved hobbies again: dance, paint, pluck at the strings of her old violin. 

“Years of violin lessons...these fingers are like lightning!” She slipped the rings off the goblins’ fingers as Nik started an argument to distract them, her mischievous grin never leaving her face.

She pushed down the aching in her chest at the intrusive thought, picking up her bow.

“My mom still plays!” she quipped, strolling with her newfound father through the warm glow of Lamrian.

Leah almost slammed her beloved violin down, but she kept control. She always did. It was only 8:00pm: too early to go to bed and get nightmares again. Wordlessly, she slinked into the only clean dress she had left: a little red number whose bloodstains and memories she knew wouldn’t get noticed in the dark by the other club goers or her. She didn’t want to wear it. But it was either that or a maroon velvet dress with thigh high slits and even more painful memories. She’d meant to throw that maroon dress away, but when she got home 3 months before it was hurriedly buried deep within her closet and she didn’t have the energy to look through it. Piles of dirty laundry were scattered through the floor of her room and she pushed them under the bed in a sorry attempt to make it look somewhat presentable. She lined her eyes with black eyeshadow and eyeliner and slipped into some heels before leaving her apartment.

Nothing.

She woke up with the red dress on the floor the next morning, her bed thankfully cold and empty again. It always was annoying if someone tried to stay, but she was now usually able to go after the ones who wouldn’t. But something was different this time; her phone was buzzing. She groaned, thinking it was her another courtesy invite to a baby shower. To her relief, it was a text from Kristin, and she read and responded to it through squinting, hangover afflicted eyes:

Kristin: heyyyyy bestie! surprise, I’m coming to your town tonight! I miss you xx

Leah: Huh way to give me a heads up, bitch! Lol jk, I miss you too and you know I’m not busy. Dinner and drinks later?

Kristin: you know it babe

Leah suddenly remembered it was Saturday, so she didn’t have to go to work that day and deal with the endless indifference of corporate life. Her thighs sore and bruised from the previous night, she slipped on a large white t-shirt and silently headed to her kitchen. There wasn’t much; she hadn’t gone grocery shopping in 10 days and used the last of her groceries for dinner the previous night. She sat at her small dining room table, stirring her usual cinnamon into her coffee and flipping through the messages of that week: a picture of Cal and Donny on a fishing trip, a sample of Vera’s latest song, Katherine talking about her latest catch. A rare genuine smile graced her features as she responded to all of them, making sure to apologize for taking a week and a half to respond...again. She tried to warm herself up with the coffee and cinnamon combination, and she hugged herself without much success.

The rest of the day passed by slowly, and the only productive thing she did was throw her giant pile of dirty laundry in one washing machine and then the dryer. Who cared if the clothes weren’t supposed to be washed together? Certainly not Leah. Pretty soon it was 10:00pm and she stood in front of the one club in her small town waiting for Kristin.

“Leahhhh!!!” Kristin squealed and ran over, pulling her into a tight hug. Leah inhaled sharply; she may have healed very fast and the skin was nowhere close to being open, but the scars were still slightly tender to the touch. She told all her hookups she had open heart surgery as a child, and they never questioned it. She hugged Kristin back and bit back a groan of pain. 

“Kristin!! I’m so happy to see you!” And she meant it. She actually meant it, especially after she almost lost her because of the...she shook her head, willing those memories away. Ignoring the stinging on her chest, she hugged Kristin tighter, jumping up and down a little. “So why exactly are you here?”

“What? I can’t just see my best friend?” Leah raised an eyebrow, but she let it go. Asking Kristin to explain anything she did was like asking a fish to explain astrophysics in Latin. Last time she tried was junior year of college and Leah would never get those 45 nonsensical minutes of her life back. It wasn’t unusual behavior for her to take a random trip to see her over the years anyway.

“You’re right, let’s get some shots in us!” Leah and Kristin hopped over to the bar, and pretty soon there was a line of tequila glittering in the darkness. Music blared out of large speakers, vibrating in their ears. They each clinked a shot glass together and knocked it back. Leah immediately felt warm and dizzy and her face flushed, since she hadn’t eaten anything that day. In fact, she didn’t remember much of what she did that day...or really the past few days. 

Leah laughed as Kristin launched into a story from something weird that happened to her back in New York, and pretty soon the line of shots was empty with Leah drinking most of it in a span of 15 minutes. The rest of the night passed in a blur. Random men kept buying them drinks and Leah kept chugging them, unconsciously desperate to feel that warm and dizzying effect some more. It felt like she was drifting off into space as she danced with some guy named JT or whoever who worked for ClickIt. She swayed to the music and let him run his lips across her neck and bend her over without a care in the world. Nothing, nothing, nothing mattered to her at that moment. Nothing. Until she felt soft hands pulling her away and dragging her through the crowd and away from the shouting man behind her. She blearily looked at whoever was pulling her, and she was surprised to see it was Kristin with an uncharacteristically sober, serious look on her face. 

“Yeesh, Kristin, since when have you been the one to cockblooooock?” Leah joked, her words slurred. Kristin led her to a quieter corner with a free couch and sat her down. To her surprise, Leah felt Kristin tugging at her dress, and she realized that she was actually placing it back over her chest. And she was too drunk to worry about her scar showing.

“I think you’ve had enough,” Kristin said, holding her by the shoulders.

Leah snorted. “Good one.”

“Leah, seriously, I never say this. But you’ve had enough.” Kristin swiped the drink from her hand that she didn’t even realize she was holding (and spilling on herself).

“Hey, what the hell! What’s gotten into you?” Leah pouted.

“Uhhhh what’s gotten into you is more like it! You’ve been acting really weird these past few months and we’re all worried!”

“‘We?’”

“Me and Vee. You’re not yourself,” Kristin explained, gazing into her brown eyes intensely. Leah inhaled sharply.

“What are you talking about? I’m still Leah! Come on, Kristin, I’m just having fun!”

“No you’re not.”

“What?”

“Honestly, Leah, I know I’m your party queen friend, but we’ve also been best friends since we were 18. I know you’re not having fun because your smile is sooo fake and it’s only because of the alcohol. And that guy you just kissed? Totally not your type.”

“Well ok fine maybe I’m having a midlife crisis or something. Been invited to too many baby showers and shit,” muttered Leah, her drunken brain letting words slip out.

“You’re 25!”

“I could die at 50!” ‘Technically did die at 25,’ she thought bitterly as she tried to reach for her drink in Kristin’s hand, but her best friend held it away from her.

“Seriously, Leah, this isn’t you!” declared Kristin, shaking her a little.

“What isn’t me?!” Leah started shouting, frustrated.

“All of this! The responses to texts that take weeks, the fact that you don’t play the violin anymore, the fact that you’re so goddamn skinny now! Leah, I think you really need help,” Kristin pleaded, her warm puppy dog eyes glimmering in the darkness.

“Kristin, really, I’m fine. I’m just busy with work, that’s all.” Even in her drunken state, Leah knew she was deflecting. 

“At that job you hate and put minimal effort into? You really expect me to believe that? I know this is about how you got attacked in New Orleans.”

“Don’t,” whispered Leah, a chill running down her spine. “You wouldn’t get it.”

“Did you forget I got mugged and was in the hospital for a week? I still have no idea what happened, but I can tell you I get it more than you think.” Guilt flashed through Leah’s throbbing mind as she recalled Kristin pale and prone in that alleyway before she ran to try to evade the bloodwraith. If it weren’t for her being around, Kristin wouldn’t have gotten hurt. It was all her fault. Leah stayed silent.

Kristin continued. “I know you. You thought since you almost died, you should stop taking risks, stop putting your own life in danger. You stopped being your usual brave, chaotic self. So you ran back to Wyoming—which, may I remind you, you only came back here after college to care for your dad and he’s gone now. You hate your job, you hate where you live, you don’t even talk to your mom anymore; why are you still here? And don’t tell me it’s because you can’t find work anywhere else; I know you haven’t tried yet. I thought you wanted things to be different this year.”

Leah flinched at the mention of her dad—no, stepdad. It was true. She did come back to care for him after college, but he eventually succumbed to the cancer after years of her caring for him. She and her mom were never close in the first place, and she definitely couldn’t face her after Elric. “Ok maybe I decided to play it safe from now on. What’s wrong with that? I was too reckless in New Orleans and that’s what almost got me killed.”

“What’s wrong is you’re contradicting yourself.” Kristin gestured at the rest of the club. “Playing it safe yet you’re constantly here and getting drunk and sleeping with a new person almost every night for the last month. I know you haven’t been eating well and you haven’t been talking to your friends as much. You’re literally depressed now, and I can’t stand by and let you go on like this.”

“...Maybe you have a point,” she finally conceded, running a hand through her hair. It was no use arguing. “But I don’t know what to do. I don’t even know what exactly I’m running from.”

“Love.”

“What?”

“You know what I’m talking about. You fell in love and you’re scared. When I saw you in New Orleans with that Nik guy, I haven’t seen you that alive in years.” Leah froze at Kristin’s unintentionally poor choice of words, but then rolled her eyes. She had no idea there was more, even if a small, buried deep part of her admitted Nik was part of the reason she left. Leah pushed down her last happy memory of them dancing on the float at Mardi Gras.

“Kristin, I knew him for a week.” And what a hell of a week that was. “Sure he was hot, but it was clearly just a fling. Come on, you know I’m not that stupid.”

“I’m not saying you’re stupid and this is just about a guy. But you are running away from things. Come on, can you really say you’re happy here?”

For the first time in months, she inadvertently let warm tears roll down her cheeks and sobs catch in her throat, and she had never felt more human, more alive since leaving New Orleans. Kristin wrapped her arms around her and let her cry as some new pop song about being in love with a liar blared from the speakers of the bar. Leah leaned into the familiarity of it all, feeling like a 19-year-old getting her heart broken for the first time again. This time she was a heartbroken 25-year-old pondering how her life turned out this way. As her sobs turned to hiccups, she thought about how lucky she was to have a friend like Kristin, who’d been calling her out on all her bullshit since day one. The two stayed in the corner for a few more hours, allowing them to catch up more.

At around 4am she and Kristin parted ways, promising to stay in touch better. Kristin gave her a weary look as she headed back to her hotel. Leah stumbled back into her apartment and into her bed, alone for the first time in a month. She wrapped herself in a ball in a blanket and closed her eyes. 

Crrrkkk!

Leah’s eyes snapped open. With trembling hands, she took out the baseball bat from under her bed and poised it up in her arms, ready to take on whoever was breaking into her apartment. She stalked as quietly as she could (which was not very) outside of her bedroom and turned the lights on in her living room to see if anyone--or anything--was there. The bat clanged to the floor as her eyes took in the figure in front of her. 

“...Father?!”

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Tagging: @furiouscloddonutpeanut @nighthunterkatherine @saivilo @samara-rani @god-save-the-keen  @xxdangerouscapri15xx 

A/N: Lol so how about that Nightbound finale? I personally got frustrated with both the fact that it’s a standalone and how they handled Nik and MC’s diamond ending where MC basically begs Nik to love them and all of a sudden things are okay. Of course this fic is taking some liberties (mainly because I wrote the first chapter before the finale) for that added drama. Also yes, MC almost hooked up with TJ from LoveHacks because I can’t think of anything more embarrassing. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter! Next chapter I promise we’ll see our favorite cursed Nighthunter. I don’t know how fast I’ll update this, since I’m moving and starting medical school soon, but writing is my stress relief and I’ll try my best to make it not too long.

[onigirishawn]

slim shady

Hey guys! This is my first imagine on tumblr , I’ve had some experience writing in Wattpad. Feel free to share some writing advice if you have some! Enjoy :)

Summary : You’re a university student finishing up your final exams. During a celebration party in a bar, you get a lil’ too drunk which catches Shawn’s attention.

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YOUR POV

“Here’s to the end of exams!” , Me and my friends cheered as we clinked our glasses filled with beer to celebrate. We drank the beers down and my friends didn’t hesitate to ask for more drinks.

I was in my final year of (your choice of degree) and I couldn’t be happier to finally finish up. Uni life has been great but I was finally more excited to quit the books and see what the future holds. I promised myself to savor every moment the tonight holds. Everyone will be going in their separate ways soon... and so would I. I took down another glass of beer and finally a few shots of vodka with my friends before finally taking a rest from my thirst hunt. The alcohol kicked in instantly.

“Y/N, Y/N! There’s a karaoke spot up next!” My friend Bethany said while pulling my wrist and bringing me towards the stage. I hear my friends cheer for me as I was about to take my spot. Oh god. At this point of intoxication, I seriously couldn’t care less about what anyone thought of me. Besides, it was a pub! People get drunk all the time.

I took my stand on the stage and grabbed onto the mic as the lights glared into my eyes, blinding me.

“Alright, hi guys... my name is Y/N, uhmmmmmm.” I started to giggle, “I’ll be singing uh....” I looked over to Bethany who screamed, “Slim ShadyyYyYyYyyY!!!!!!”

The Real Slim Shady? By Eminem? Who starts rapping when they’re drunk? Oh, That’s right. Me. You see ever since I started uni I’ve always had a good talent in rapping, something I never really thought I even had. My friends would always challenge me, to which I never really failed at. Pretty cool huh?

The audience were surprised with the song choice and clapped in anticipation. As the beat started to play I looked over to the tiny television provided. My body started to move to do the beat. As I rapped along the song so smoothly. Earning some ‘ooo’s and applause from the crowd by every perfect line I rapped. I was surprised myself to know that the lyrics were already instilled in my head, giving me the confidence to show how cool I was on stage. (Well that’s what I thought)

Eventually the song came to an end and I huffed my last line, smoothly. I earned the loud applause from the crowd and the ‘rap queen’ title by some strangers I walked passed. I cringed a lil’ at the comment but I gladly accepted it.

“Wow Y/N I knew you were a real rap queen.” Bethany said as she hung her arm around me. My group of friends came to me , cheering as I simply laughed at their compliments. My mouth grew dry from my performance. “Alright guys, I’ll meet you guys at the table, just let me get a drink. I’m thirsty.” I said and my friends nodded, I walked over to the bar.

“Hey Y/N. What a performance! Didn’t think you had such talent. Drinks are on me, what are you feeling?” I smiled at the bartender I know well, Dylan. “Thanks Dylan, but really, I’ll just have some water.” Dylan laughed and nodded. Walking over across the bar to get some water. He came back in a few seconds and I downed one whole cup.

“Impressive performance.” I hear a stranger say in my direction. I looked over to my left to find a guy two seats away from me. He had messy curls and had a single strand of curl falling onto his forehead. He wore a blue button up with a few buttons left undone that gave a lil view of his chest. His sleeves rolled up which revealed a few tattoos. I was taken aback, this dude is hot! 🤩🤪

I simply smiled “Thanks. Just a lil challenge my friends gave.” I said confidently . I heard him chuckle and watched as he ran a hand through his hair. He pulled out a hand, “I’m Shawn.” I giggled and shook his hand, “Y/N.”

“So Y/N why are you here alone?” He asked nicely as he took a sip of his whiskey.

“Nah. My friends are over there. But now as a celebrity I deserve some much needed privacy and time alone.” I said as I lifted my empty glass.

Shawn just laughed and I lifted a brow, again, my confidence taking over me, “So handsome boy what brings you here alone?” Shawn was taken aback by my comment (Fuck Y/N you’re so dumb)

He grinned instantly, “I’m staying here for a few days. Thought I might enjoy the nightlife this city has.” I smiled, “Well I hope you’re enjoying it.” I commented.

“Oh boy, I already am.” He laughed as he looked into my eyes. I started to blush.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I immediately took my phone and mouthed a “Sorry” to Shawn and took the call. He simply nodded and understood my excuse.

“Y/N don’t you dare come back to our table or leave that bar!” I hear Bethany say sternly.

“Whu-whu-why??” I say drunk and confused.

“That’s Shawn Mendes you’re talking to dummy!” She screamed into the phone. My eyes immediately grew large, trying not to show my shock to Shawn , who was still looking at me. “Uhhhh alright I’ll get back to you later.” I said and immediately hung up.

I looked back at Shawn and have a nervous giggle. I knew who Shawn Mendes was, why the hell didn’t I recognise him at first?! ‘Handsome boy’ geez what was I thinking he probably had a girlfriend. But even I wouldn’t know that. I face palmed my face as I grew red. My intoxication was growing less.

I shook my head and I immediately thought to myself , who cares who he is? I liked this guy. He seems down to earth and I was having a good time with him.

“Uh Y/N you alright?” I hear Shawn ask, concerned. I shook my head. “Nah I’m good.” I said and smiled at him. “Hey.. I don’t wish to split you up from your friends.. but would you like to get out of here..?” He asked , indicating a hand to the door behind him.

I thought twice , “What exactly are you thinking of doing Shawn?” I asked with a raised brow. I knew where I stand, if this man was just some guy trying to hook up with me just because I’m drunk, I’d just be turned off.

“Oh no, no sorry I didn’t mean ‘that’. Just a stroll around this place. Maybe grab a bite. My treat?” He offered with an open hand. I folded my arms and smirked, “What makes you think I’d simply get out of this place alone with you without thinking you’re a murderer?” I asked. He laughed , “Well...I’m Canadian.”

I giggled, “Very funny.” I said and walked past him out of the door. He looked back, smirking at me as I walked to the door. “You coming or not boy?” I asked. He got off his seat and took his jacket from his chair and left with me.

‘Don’t bother coming back to the bar. Stay safe and tell us all about it tomorrow xx ‘

Bethany texted the second I left the bar.

I rolled my eyes and put away my phone. I breathed in the cool air of the city, it was late and it felt almost empty.

Shawn walked beside me, “So Y/N what do you do?” .

“Hm? Just a uni student finishing up my last year.”

Shawn nodded and looked down on the pavements , I turned to ask , “What about you?” As if I don’t know already.

“I sing.” Was all he said.

“That’s it?” I asked. “Yep, nothing much to it.” I nodded, despite the fact that I knew who he was, I found it interesting how he tried to keep it low-profile.

“So you’re here to sing?” I ask. “Yeah..nothing much.” I laughed at the times he mentioned, “Nothing much.”

Breaking the growing silence, I turn to him, walking backwards , “Alright Shawn. You have the city and you have me , your trusty tour guide, where do you wanna go?” I ask.

“I’m not too sure.. do you think if we just stroll around the streets we might come across something..cool?” Shawn laughed. “Well aside from rapists, kidnappers and theifs that could be walking within us right , we might come across something cool at this hour.” I joked. Shawn laughed and simply nodded.

As we walked down the streets, we kept chatting, I told Shawn all about my degree course I was taking and he listened intently. We talked about his family, and I almost forgot who he really was and how famous he was. He just seemed like a regular guy.

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“Hey that’s what I’m talking about!” I said and pointed at a local diner. “This place has cool music trust me. We’ll have the jukebox all to ourselves.” I opened a door for Shawn and lead him to a table.

“But first , we eat.” I said and smiled. Shawn laughed , “Right. I’m starving.”

Me and Shawn took our orders and spent sometime chatting. Laughing about some stupid jokes. As I tried to finish my meals, I catcher Shawn staring onto me. I at him as well, as I sipped my milkshake. I laugh, “Like what you’re seeing?”

“I don’t know.. I think I do.” Shawn said as he took a sip of his milkshake too, not breaking his gaze. I started to blush.

An idea popped in my head and I immediately exited the booth, rushing over to the jukebox and inserting some coins to play a song, it was a retro cafe, so I played ‘Everybody Wants to Rule the World’.

I walked to Shawn, extending a hand for him. Shawn immediately took it and I brought him near the jukebox , where an empty space was available.

He asks, “Care to dance?” I took his offer and we started swaying our hips to the song. As the song went on, I didn’t realise how close me and Shawn had gotten. His hands were on my waist and my hands wrapped on behind his neck. We just stayed there and we kept laughing at each other whenever I accidentally stepped on his foot.

Shawn was looking deep into my eyes and so did I, as the song came to a closing end he whispered, “You are one of a kind Y/N. I’ve never met anyone like you.”

“I’d have to say the same about you too Mr. Stranger” I said back. Earning him a smile. We continued dancing throughout the night.

And that’s how it all started.

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Hi guys that’s the end of my first imagine! Hope you guys liked it. 🥰

[the-fiction-witch]

Sex addict P1

TV SHOW: SEX EDUCATION COUPLE: OTIS X READER RATING: SMUT AF

I blushed a little sorting out my room reading those texts over and over that little wink driving me crazy, Y/n 💜😘😘: I'll be arriving about six, remember you promised me dinner XX see you soon 😉

me and y/n have been dating a good while now and even if neither of us are exactly virgins it was heavily implied that tonight we uhh where going to do it. For he first time together. And I was.... Nervous to say the least, I do find her attractive increadably so actually. I was just so so worried about somehow fucking it up. My mum was off at some conference thing and she wouldn't be back till Tuesday night I didn't know if y/n was planning on staying over but...I had taken the precautions in case she did making sure my room and the bathroom where spotless as well as places like the kitchen and living room as well as putting a few condom's in my draw, As soon as the doorbell went I almost ran to get it fixing my shirt and my hair before opening the door to see her in her cute little blue dress "Hi y/n" I smiled trying not to blush "Hey Otis," she smiled fiddling with her bag "can I come in?" She asks as we had been kinda stood in the doorway for a few minutes "Ohh yes of course" I smiled letting her in she happily came putting her bag on the sofa I locked up and followed her in as soon as I got close to her she turned wrapping her arms around my neck quickly and kissing me I jumped a little surprised quickly kissing her back her kiss took my breath away but I didn't ever want to stop so I wrapped my arms around her waist making sure I turned my hips so she wouldn't feel anything important she moved closer putting her leg between mine as our kiss deepened till she pulled away and licked her soft red lips "come on you promised me dinner Otis" she giggled going to check something in her bag "Uhh yeah" I nod getting my breath back and going to the kitchen to start making us some dinner I glanced over to her a couple times each time I did she had her head in her bag Bent over her dress barely hiding much so I looked away until everything was cooking so I went to move but I felt soft arms wrap around my torso from behind "Hello Otis" she smiled sweetly behind me as she nuzzled her neck into my chest "Hello, something wrong?" I ask resting my head on hers a little "I'm bored" she sighed "Ohh? Well dinner won't be long, we can go watch TV" I suggest "Not that kind of bored" she giggled moving away I turned and saw her sat on the counter top with her arms open so I smiled going and cuddling her close giving her a few kisses until I felt her hands going down and I pulled away "What here? Now?" I ask and she nods "you can uhh don't even wanna go upstairs?" I ask "Upstairs later" she smirked running her hand down my chest "Okay" I nod very nervous especially as she wants to do it down here! On the counter top! I'd stuggle getting this right In my bed "Do you not want to Otis?" She asks starting to look upset "No, no, no, I want to I've just...never done it anywhere but a bed" I blushed and she giggled "Hehehe, I'm sure you'll get use to it" she smirked pulling me close and wrapping her legs around my waist I gulped a bit unsure resting my hands on her waist she smiled pulling me back to kissing her so I happily did trying to focus in our kiss even if I knew I was rock hard her hand slipped down as she smiled into the kiss running down my chest and to my jeans I started to tense up feeling her beautiful hands on me she began tugging on my belt a little so I moved my hands back to help her undoing it and my jeans for her and she pulled away "aww is he happy to see me Otis?" She asks rubbing her hand on my cock thought my boxers and all I could manage was a nod trying not to moan biting on my lip a little "heheheh otis come on I wanna hear you" she smiled "You do? Why?" I ask "Because then I know your enjoying it" she smiled "come on before dinners ready" she giggled tugging up her dress a little revealing she was naked under it atleast from the waist down "Oh my god..." I moaned mostly in shock I pulled her back to kissing tugging my boxers down holding my half hard cock in my hand giving it a couple of pumps trying to get it as hard as I could as she hasn't ever done anything with it before I kinda wanna Impress her a little she moved her hand down running her fingers down my shaft "Aww is he not ready for me yet?" She asks and I shake my head " Sorry y/n... I don't know why I'm not-" I began but she jumped off the counter and pushed me tightly against it I shuffled on so I was sat on the counter she smirked tugging my jeans down a little more and my boxers down with them too I kept stroking my cock trying to get it hard enough but she just smiled taking my hand away and giving it a kiss "What he needs is a woman's touch Otis" she smiled wrapping her soft hand around the base of my shaft gently jerking "wouldn't you agree?" "Yes very much so" I nod feeling myself get rock hard "He ready to come play now?" She asks and I nod giving her lips a quick kiss she returned it and moved to be knelt on the kitchen floor I already felt breathless feeling my heart rate quickening just seeing her on her knees she smiled innocently up at me and kissed my cocks head "Uhh! Oh my god!" I gasped in shock my fingers gripping onto the edge of the counter top I uncontrollably opened my legs wanting her closer she took that as a sign to continue pressing kisses up and down my shaft she kept making little moany kissy noises and little innocent giggle when she felt me tense up or my hips move slightly towards her which they where doing alot "uuhh...more" I groan resting my head on the cabinet "more... please" I beg her "Alright Otis" she smirked wrapping her lips around my cocks head "Uuhhmm..." I groaned my hands instantly going to her shoulders holding her tightly my eyes rolling back as she began to suck "ooohh my god...y/n" I moan "uhh y/n please... I don't think I can last much longer-" "Enjoying yourself Otis?" She smirked licking around my head "Uhh of course I am" I groan and shs smiled taking every Inch of me on her mouth and sucking hard "uuuuuhhhhh! Uh uuhh! Y/n! Baby I'm gonna! - Uughhhhh!" I moan as I felt myself finish she slyly swallowed Everything and stood up wiping her mouth a little "Hehe happy?" She asks and all I could manage was a nod just as a timer went off "dinners ready" she smiled "I'll set the table, you sort out the food" she smiled giving me a kiss and going to set the table, I got my breath and ran my hand thought my hair before quickly sorting out dinner.

I went over giving her a kiss as we cleared up from dinner holding her little waist and kissing her soft beautiful lips "Hummm? Otis what's the matter?" She asks "Well... You did so good treating me so nice earlier, I wanna play you back" I smirk moving her so she sat on the table she smirked at me a little as you sat on a chair "Hehehe what are you going to do to me Otis?" She asks and i just pushed her.legs apart gently "What do you think I'm going to do... Darling" I smirk flicking her little dress up revealing her naked under her dress still I blushed hard looking at her a little confused what to do, I mean of course I know I've seen enough porn to know I need to lick and suck and kiss and all but I don't completely know where I'm going she smiled down at me gently petting my hair so I went for her clit and kissed her gently "Ummm Otis!" She moans spreading her legs more for me so I kissed her quicker starting to add tounge Alittle bit "ahhh! Otis! More more please!" She sqeualed so I got faster leaving her a moaning dripping mess till she pushed me away "What's the matter?" I asked confused why she made me stop and she hopped off the dinning table grabbing my hand and tugging us over to the back of the sofa she smirked leaning against it and I was a little puzzled before she grabbed my shirt pulling me to kiss her I happily kissed her back putting my hands on the sofa as we kissed it quickly becoming making out till she pulled back "Enough foreplay" she growled "I want you inside me Otis" "Uhhhh okay" I nod blushing hard but very excited "let's go up-" I began "I can't wait till we are upstairs in your bed, I want you to have me here" she smirked "What on the sofa?" I ask her and she nods "how?" I ask a little confused but she smirked giving me a kiss and turning over so she bent over the back of the sofa "ohhh like that" I blushed I couldn't contain myself not when she's throwing herself at me like this so I quickly undid my belt and jeans pushing my boxers down enough to free my cock "wait! I don't have any condom's down here!" I panic and she laughs getting one out her bra "Hu... You where alot more prepared then I was" I blush slipping it on giving y/n's cheek a little kiss and pushing inside her "uuuuuuuuuhhhh! Ohh my fucking god!" I moaned "Uhhhh Otis!" She sqeualed

p2?

[guitarstringsam]

Lover track by track review

Don't drag me, there are no skips on this album.

1. I Forgot That You Existed: A certified bop. My mum loves this one too. Really sets the tone for the album and the production absolutely SLAPS. Pls have this on set list. Best lyric: "In my feelings more than Drake, so yeah." 8/10

2. Cruel Summer: Everyone loves this song including me. Was my initial favourite. Chorus and bridge are probably two of the best moments on the album it's so good and catchy. Best lyric: "I love you, ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?" 10/10

3. Lover: My favourite single by a mile!! This song warms my heart and is literally top 3 I stan it so hard. Will probably be my wedding song. Fave lyric: All of it, it's PEAK softness 13/10

4. The Man: I like it and the message is good but it's not my favourite? Idk it's amazing but I stan the rest of the album too hard oops. Fave lyric: "I'd be a bitch not a baller." 7/10

5. The Archer: One of my favourite track 5 songs, it's soft and lovely and relatable. Makes me want to give Taylor a hug and never let go bc this is a sad bop :(. Fave lyric: "I never grew up, it's getting so old." 8/10

6. I Think He Knows: UNDERRATED GENIUS. This song has me grinning every time I listen to it it's such a happy and jumpy song. Also the chorus!!!!!!! Honestly this is so cute. Fave lyric: "We could follow the sparks, I'll drive." 9/10.

7. Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince: Wasn't one of my faves on first listen but now I adore it. I listened to it like 4 times in 20 minutes in Asda, it goes off so hard. The aesthetic, the vibes, the LYRICS omg. I love this song. Fave lyric: the whole chorus. 10/10

8. Paper Rings: Wow we love a Stay x 3 mood. It makes me smile so much Jesus I love love so much. It's girly but still mature and it makes me crave a relationship ladies and gays. Fave lyric: "I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this." Also the whole chorus we in CHORUS CITY. 10/10.

9. Cornelia Street: I love it. It's a sad bop definitely but still dancey? Idk. Wild. This song is stanned by a lot of people for good reason. I especially luv the bridge. Fave lyric: "We bless the rains on Cornelia Street." 7/10.

10. Death By A Thousand Cuts: Also wasn't one of my faves on first listen but now it's top 3 on Lover oop. I LOVE THIS SONG. Its a sad dance bop with beautiful lyrics and the tone,,,,, sis let me tell you it's so perfect. Go stream DBATC rn and never stop. Fave lyric: "If the story's over why am I still writing pages?" 13/10.

11. London Boy: MY FAVOURITE ON THE ALBUM. Lmao if you follow me on twitter y'all will know but I never shut up about this song. It's so much fun and is so soft also Taylor saying Shoreditch owns my ass for now and forever. Production: slaps. Lyrics: slap. Vocals: slap. Fave lyric: how do you choose this is all GOLD. 13/10

12. Soon You'll Get Better: This is such a sad song that I actually can't listen to it in public bc I cry. I've been through something similar and boi this had me sobbing at 6am on first listen. Dixie Chicks feature has my heart. God bless Andrea Swift. Fave lyric: "I'll paint the kitchen neon, I'll brighten up the sky." 10/10.

13. False God: WOW I love this song. I love a good horn section and this is IT chief. This is sexy and soft and I just love it honestly it's so underated even though it's god ;) tier. Fave lyric: "And I can't talk to you when you're like this/staring out the window like I'm not your favourite town." 10/10

14. You Need To Calm Down: As a gay swiftie I have to stan. Goes off hard, supports human rights and is a big fuck you to the WBC and Tr*mp. Video is banging too. Fave lyric: "Shade never made anybody less gay." 9/10.

15. Afterglow: Soft soft soft. So relatable and self aware and I love that for us. Also underrated for some reason?? Smh stan taste please. Production is dreamy and the lyrics hit hard. She really out here. Fave lyric: "Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves." 9/10.

16. ME!: A lot of people hate this song??? Excuse me sir it's a BOP I love it. So happy, so fun and Brendon Urie was my comphet crush from when I was like 12 onwards lmao I only have one request which is BRING BACK SPELLING IS FUN. Fave lyric: "Livin' in winter, I am your summer." 8/10.

17. It's Nice To Have A Friend: I like it, probably one of my least favourites here though? I gotta be in the mood for it ig. Love the message and vibe though honestly go off Taylor ily. Fave lyric: "Something gave you the nerve to touch my hand." 7/10.

18: Daylight: Uhhhh did somebody say callback? I've stanned since Red and saw the tour so this made me very happy. Also can we stan Joe because she's so soft for him it's adorable. Fave lyric: again pretty much all of it. 10/10.

Overall I LOVE Lover. It's brilliant and probably my new favourite album. AOTY at Grammy's cowards xx @taylorswift @taylornation