#ya boi bertie

[mortispbf]

[zponds]

(Credit goes to FB820onDeviantArt on Deviantart)

POV: You're in an OCs Willy Wonka Comment Roleplay

Willy Wonka: Welcome Everyone! I'm Willy Wonka, the greatest candy maker of all time and the owner of this amazing chocolate factory!

I was kind enough to make more Golden Tickets, which were scattered across the globe by a huge gust of wind! And thus you were invited to join many people for my Scrumdiddlyumptious Golden Ticket Tour!

Now, for the initial 25 tickets, the first two were discovered by a greedy boy and a picky girl, named Augustus Gloop and Madelyn Pottle respectively. Second was an overly curious girl named Yasmeen Smith-Snyder. Then there was Veruca Salt, Ugh! she's horribly spoiled! And don't forget about Haley Daley, that popular bully girl! Next there's Sebastian Rattle, the sneaky snake kid. And then we have Clarence Crump and his two lackeys, Bertie Upside and Terence Roper. And don't forget Violet Beauregarde, she chews gum all day long. Next up is the very depressed Barbara Forlorn. Then it's the bully and nerd duo, Calvin Chillington and Andrew Peckleman. Next we have the cheater girl, Akimi Russell. Here is Noah Mote, the emotionless one. Let's not miss, Gloria Grady, Robert Rockenbert, and Morag Mintizue. And the annoying brat, Susie Marsh. Then it's the hyper-exicted Trixie Hypnoski. After her are the friends duo, Tommy Troutbeck and Wilmina Rice. And then there's Mike Teavee, who does nothing but watch TV! And after him is the crazy strict nerd girl, Miranda Piker.

And last but not least, there's Charlie Bucket! Say how'd ya do, Charlie!

Charlie: Hello everyone! I'm so glad you could join me today!

Willy Wonka: The other winners have gone on ahead, but we'll catch them up! I'm certain they've been behaving like perfect little ladies and gent- *an oompa-loompa calls him on his phone* Oh, hold on! *he calls the oompa-loompa who gives him bad news* Aw man! bad news everyone, one of my special workers called and they saw the children misbehaving. We'd better find them before the mess everything up!

Once they are ready, you can choose whether or not to use one of my candy boats to get around the factory. If you choose to use a boat, watch your step and take little ones by the hand, must not lose them! at least not yet. My special workers request that you behave yourselves at all times, no telling what might happen if you eat food from outside, drink fro the chocolate river, prank others, or... smoke.

There are power-ups and special items hidden everywhere in the factory! use them to chase the naughty kids out of whatever room they're in, but watch out! depending on the resources of the room they're in, they'll use them to fight back! try not to get too badly hurt, as I'd be so upset if anything happened to you! Lastly, if you find any sweets they're yours to keep. They're delectable and collectable!

Now do hurry! There's so much time and so little to do! Wait, no! strike that, reverse it! Thank you! Now on with our tour! right through that door *points his cane at the tiny door to the chocolate room*

Say, would you do me a favor and fetch the keys to the Chocolate Room? Then we'll see if we can't do something about all this!

[cyberrat]

81st Batch Of Fics: 3rd Fill

Cassidy/OCs; (Cassidy/Hanzo) – Flashback Part 3/4 (-ish) – rape; coercion; young Cole – Even the boss gets wind of Cole's new... pastime.

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Bertie is, in fact, not necessarily wrong. Cole getting broke to ride Alpha cock is indeed lucrative – though neither for himself, nor Bertie… or even the guys that took it upon themselves that night to truly get him acquainted to his first Alpha dicks.

In the end it is the boss that profits from it the most; like so many things. In a way, Cole is glad that the guys are so goddamn bad at keeping secrets and his leash is soon transferred to the boss’ iron fist.

Though when he is called into the office and sees the old guy looking at him like that, he feels like he’s about to puke anyway.

The guy is a hardass and then some. Cole does not want to find out what kind of things he can come up with. It’s clear through his lead-eyed stare that he knows what Cole has been up to the past week.

What he’s been made to be up to.

“Ye’re pale, boy. Sit down.”

He gestures to the chair in front of his desk. Cole groans softly through his barely opened lips but moves in closer. He can already smell the boss. He’s all Alpha through and through. His presence is so overwhelming that it pushes tears into Cole’s eyes. He sits slowly, ignoring the pain lancing through his body.

The boss keeps staring at him for a second longer, then takes his feet off the table and grabs a bottle of whiskey. He makes a show out of filling a glass and pushes it over to Cole across the table.

“Drink.”

Cole doesn’t dare to object. He grabs the glass and takes a few sips. The liquor slides down his throat warm and prickly and fills his stomach. Within moments he can feel that warmth sliding out into his limbs and taking the edge off the ache of his bloody hole.

The boss scratches through his beard, watching Cole from the corner of his eyes. When he talks, he gets right to the point. Somehow, Cole appreciates it, even though what he says makes him want to sink into the ground.

“Morale’s been up since you’ve started spreadin’ your legs. The boys’re all rarin’ to go. Can’t say I’m mad about that. Ain’t a bad thing to have.” He pauses for but a second before he continues: “A whore, that is. Been lookin’ for one for a while now. Important ta have, when there’s a buncha Alphas tryin’ to do shit together. A sweet li’l punchin’ bag to diffuse a few situations. Make ‘em have less pissin’ contests. You understand.”

Cole is now holding on to his glass with both hands as if it were a lifeline. He’s not saying anything but the way the boss speaks, he does not feel like his input is needed, really.

At least he doesn’t sound like he’s about to rip Cole’s head off. It calms him somewhat.

“Not a lotta whores out there who can do it for more than a few days, though. The boys’re rough.” Again there is the sound of the boss scratching through his beard. When he doesn’t immediately speak again, Cole glances up at him to find his undivided attention on his person. It’s way too much. He wants to roll on his back and show him his throat.

The boss points with one dirty finger at the glass clutched in Cole’s hands. “Drink,” he orders again. It does not sound particularly angry but Cole quickly brings it to his mouth and takes another swig. It burns down his throat and dulls the ache even more.

“Good. Now listen ta me, an’ listen well.”

The old Alpha shifts forward, planting his elbows on the desk and weaving his fingers together underneath his chin. He’s making a point of holding Cole’s gaze which is even more disturbing. Cole doesn’t think he’s ever had the boss’ attention like this.

Not even when he joined the fucking gang.

“You’ve become more interestin’ ta me with those… proclivities ya got. Before that, ya couldn’t offer much ‘cept for a bit o’ good shootin’. For the foreseeable future, you’ll keep your li’l stint up. Take care of my boys. Come back here after supper an’ tell me the shit you’ve been up to. That’s easy, right? Ya can do that for your dear ol’ boss.”

It’s not a question, but Cole finds himself nodding anyway, his insides twisting into knots. “Yeah. Yeah, of course. Sir.”

“Hmn. Good. Now come here and suck my dick for a spell.”

Cole bites his tongue, trying to hold back the groan that wants to bubble out of his throat.

“Sure thing, boss,” he finds himself saying, his voice barely more than a pathetic whisper. He puts the nearly empty glass on the desk and starts to walk on stiff legs around it. He’s never been so close to the boss.

The easy dominance he wields is like some kind of force field. Everything in Cole rebels against stepping closer, especially as the old guy just keeps staring at him with that lead-eyed stare.

He turns his chair a little toward Cole, spreading his knees to let him settle on the ground between his boots.

“Hm. Ye’re not much of a looker. But I s’pose you’ll grow into it once that lankiness goes away and you pack on some muscle.” He grabs Cole’s hair, turning his head this way and that. “There’s potential,” is his verdict in the end.

Cole doesn’t know whether he should thank him or something, so he just remains quiet and reaches for the old Alpha’s belt with trembling fingers.

It’s… not as bad as he thought it to be. There’s a kind of calmness about the boss that is downright comforting as he just lets Cole work and idly comments every now and then about how bad he is at this shit.

“You’ll learn that, too. Faster than you’ll grow into a nice sturdy body. I can promise you that at least,” he drawls as he slowly pulls Cole’s mouth over his cock.

His scent is… all encompassing. It’s like a weight that is put across Cole’s senses, pushing him down and making him behave. The pathetic little wiggle of his own sense for dominance is squashed beneath it before he can even so much as pull in a sharp breath of air.

The old guy’s cock isn’t fully hard, but it’s slowly getting there the longer Cole sucks with a sloppy mouth.

He even finds himself relaxing into it. It’s oddly peaceful inside the boss’ rooms, getting to just kneel there and try his best while the old fart sips on his bottle of booze and watches him with no real hostility.

He might not be super jazzed about having an Alpha suck him off, but he’s also not violent about it which is a definitive plus in Cole’s book.

Still, he would never have guessed that up until the old Alpha’s death a few years in the future, his nightly time with him would become his favorite part of the new routine he suddenly finds himself thrust into.

[pckwrites]

Several hours had passed since the Hogwarts Express departed Platform 9¾.

Colin Cinderwick's stomach rumbled loudly, echoing through the cabin. Several heads turned his way, sending Colin sinking into his seat, flushed with embarrassment. It was his first year at Hogwarts and this was not how we wanted to make a first impression.

Another student, a second-year named Thaddeus, offered reassurance, "Don't worry about them. We all know how long the trip takes. That's why I packed lunch."

From his bag, Thaddeus conjured a cheese and pickle sandwich, which Colin stared at in envy. Thaddeus must have noticed because he said, "The trolley lady will be round soon enough. I've got a few Galleons I can loan you."

Colin beamed with gratitude.

Being muggle-born, Colin didn't know what kind of snacks to expect. But Thaddeus told him all about the Chocolate Frogs and Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans that typically made up the trolley's inventory. The sound of it all made Colin's mouth water.

As he dreamed of the delightful snacks coming his way, a voice from another cabin echoed through the train.

"We'll take the lot!"

The speaker was a boy, not much older than Colin from the sound of him. Murmurs began to travel through the cabin.

"Is that him?"

"Do you think it's true what they say?"

Colin paid them no mind. All he wanted was some food to ease his hunger.

At last, he heard the sliding doors open and the squeaky wheels of a trolley. Colin nearly jumped to his feet and held out the two Galleons Thaddeus had loaned him, "Anything this can get me, please!"

The Trolley Lady gave him a pitying look, "Sorry, laddie. I've got nothin' left for ya."

She gestured to the trolley and it was true. It was completely empty.

"Another student bought the lot," she said. "Not a single Chocolate Frog or Pumpkin Pasty left for the entire train."

Colin stared in dismay, his stomach grumbling in defiance. Who could it be? What pig-headed, greedy jerk would buy out an entire cart of snacks and deprive it from the rest of the students?

The Trolley Lady leaned in and tapped at her forehead, "I saw the scar... It's him. It's Harry Potter."

Colin didn't recognize the name, but it didn't matter. In that moment, he made a vow. Sometime in the next seven years at Hogwarts, he would find this Harry Potter—and make him pay.

[petork]

bertie wooster was lucky he didn’t have a cell phone of any kind because you know ya boi jeeves would be blowing up that phone 24-7 going “saw a snail today sir…. effervescent” or some shit equivalent

[vrianch]

tracklist

Azul Azul - La Bomba - El Sapo  

Diego Bertie - Que Difícil Es Amar - Fuego Azul  

Nek - Laura no està - Nek (spanish version)  

The Reflex - Rock With You [The Reflex Revision] - Million Sellers Vol.4  

Christian Meier - Carreteras Mojadas - No Me Acuerdo Quién Fui  

Counting Crows - Mr. Jones - August and Everything After  

JAMIROQUAI - Cosmic girl (Dj Shaggy) 120 b  

Spin Doctors - Two Princes - NOW 100 Hits: Classic Rock  

The Cardigans - My Favourite Game - Now That's What I Call Music! 41  

No Doubt - Don't Speak - Now That's What I Call Music! Vol.36 CD1  

UB&O - Genio Del Dub (Control Machete Remix By UB&O) - Mexican Sessions  

Cristian Castro - No Podras - Agua Nueva  

Ole Ole - La chica yeyé - 1990  

Arena Hash - Y Es Que Sucede Así - Ah Ah Ah  

Luna Verde - Ay Que Calor - Pop  

Los Fantasmas del Caribe - Muchacha Triste - Lo Mejor de Los Fantasmas del caribe  

Chayanne - Provócame - Grandes Exitos  

Magneto - Vuela, Vuela (Voyage, Voyage) - Vuela Vuela  

New Kids On The Block - Step by Step - Step By Step  

Lucero - Autocontrol - Solo Pienso En Ti  

Vilma Palma e Vampiros - Fondo Profundo - Fondo Profundo  

Garibaldi - Que Te la Pongo - Grandes Éxitos  

Two Man Sound - Coco Loco - Samba Megamix  

Celia Cruz - La Negra Tiene Tumbao - La Negra Tiene Tumbao  

Azul Azul - La Bomba - El Sapo  

Miki Gonzalez - El Mar - Grandes Éxitos  

Menudo - Yo Quiero Bailar Reggae - Imagínate...  

El General/Anayka - Rica y Apretadita (feat. Anayka) - Serie 2000  

Lisa M - Menealo - No Lo Derrumbes Album Lp Vinyl  

El General - Funkete - Originales  

Cafe Tacuba - Abm - No Controles  

Culture Club & Boy George - I'll Tumble 4 Ya - Hit Collection  

Jon Secada - Otro Día Más Sin Verte - Jon Secada  

New Kids On The Block - Tonight - Greatest Hits Of The Millennium: 90s (Vol. 1 CD1)  

Michael Jackson - Jam - Dangerous  

ILLYA KURYAKI _ THE VALDERRAMAS - Abarajame [The Play Mix] - Peru BPM  

Britney Spears - ...Baby One More Time - ...Baby One More Time  

Madonna - Dm - Notting Really Matters - Ray Of Light  

Madonna - Fever (Edit One)  

Jordy - Dur Dur d'être bébé ! - Pochette Surprise (Remastered 2023)  

Daft Punk - Around The World - Homework  

Michael Jackson - Thriller (Steve Aoki Midnight Hour Remix) - Thriller (Steve Aoki Midnight Hour Remix)  

Kylie Minogue - Can't Get You Out Of My Head - Greatest Ever Car Songs  

Roxette - Joyride - Joyride  

Roxette - The Look - Smooth FM Feel Good Favourites  

2 Unlimited - Get Ready For This - Electrónica de Oro  

2 Unlimited - Bbm - Twilight Zone - Hits Unlimited  

Dr. Alban - Am - It's My Life (Original Version) - Greatest Hits Disc 1  

Proyecto Uno - Brinca - Todo el Mundo!  

Proyecto Uno - El Tiburón - Latin Pulse 2000  

Dj Primera - Los Fabulosos Cadillacs - Mal Bicho [Dj Primera Remix Re Master]  

Los Fabulosos Cadillacs - El Genio del Dub (Siambretta Hereje Version) - La Luz del Ritmo  

Dr. Alban - No Coke - Hello Afrika  

Pato Banton - Go Pato - The Best Of Pato Banton  

El General - Te Ves Buena - Estas Buena  

Natusha - Meneito - Remix - Re Mix  

Ace of Base - Happy Nation - The Sign  

Ace of Base - The Sign - The Sign  

Abm - Tu Pun Pun - Abm  

Reel 2 Real - I Like To Move It (MOOMBAHTON MIX) - X-Mix Urban Series 200  

Garibaldi - Que Te la Pongo - Grandes Éxitos  

Natusha - Lambada (Dj Flack Lambada)  

Shakira - Ciega, Sordomuda - Donde Estan Los Ladrones  

The Sacados - Hablándole a la Pared - Contra Attacan  

Pablo Ruiz - La Malagueña - Océano  

The Sacados - Ritmo de la Noche (Classic Version) - Superexitos Vol. 2  

Los Melódicos - Mi Corazón - La Orquesta Que Impone El Ritmo  

Pedro Suárez-Vértiz - Me Estoy Enamorando - Póntelo en la Lengua  

Los Fabulosos Cadillacs - El Matador - 20 Grandes Exitos  

Michael Jackson - Black or White - Dangerous  

Chayanne - Provócame - Provócame  

Loco Mía - Loco Vox - Grandes Éxitos  

Miguel Mateos - Tira Para Arriba - Zas  

Café Tacvba - Como te extraño mi amor - Avalancha de éxitos  

Control Machete - ¿Comprendes, Mendes? - Mucho Barato  

Illya Kuryaki & The Valderramas - Coolo - Amores Perros CD1  

Jedward feat Vanilla Ice - Under Pressure (Ice Ice Baby) - Now That's What I Call Music! #75 (CD1)  

Britney Spears - (You Drive Me) Crazy - ...Baby One More Time  

Pedro Suárez-Vértiz - Los Globos del Cielo - Póntelo en la Lengua  

Los Del Rio - Macarena - River Re-Mix - Fiesta Macarena  

Natusha - 100 MENEITO - [lCIXRemixe$]  

Los Pericos - Párate Y Mira - Pampas Reggae  

Maná - Como Te Deseo - ¿Dónde Jugarán Los Niños?  

Vico C - Bomba Para Afincar - VICO-C Digital Collection 1987-2007  

Vilma Palma e Vampiros - Fondo Profundo - Fondo Profundo  

Miami Sound Machine - Conga! - The Very Best Of Gloria Estefan (English Version)  

Ilegales - La Morena - Ilegales  

Juan Luis Guerra - Women del Callao (Spanish/English) - Romance Rosa  

Juan Luis Guerra y 4.40 - Las Avispas - Coleccion Cristiana  

Los Auténticos Decadentes - Los Piratas - Cualquiera Puede Cantar  

El Gato DJ - Mueve la colita - Remastered - Regreso al futuro  

LATIN LOVER - 134 - DECADANCE [DJ JOFERS TECHNO PERUANO]  

Twenty 4 Seven - Slave To The Music [ NOPARAK ]19'' 7  

Chimo Bayo - Asi Me Gusta - Sonido De Valencia - 1990 - 1999  

Faithless - God Is A DJ - Forever Faithless  

Fatboy Slim - Star 69 - Halfway Between the Gutter and the Stars  

EMF - D - Children - Schubert Dip  

Underworld - Born Slippy (Nuxx) - 1992 - 2012

[voiceless-people]

Baked Macaroni: Ehh.. Bertie, why's there scrap metal all over the livin' room?

Ambert: ya I had a guest over, it's coo.

Telephone: *wheezing on the floor, torn to shreds, leaking oil*

Timekeeper: Oh! Penni, you should help your poor boy :]

Pennicilium: It ain't mine.

[gaytobymeres]

He’s annoyingly pretty. Like, frustrating pretty. I love him <3

[crazyk-imagine]

Dealing with Idiots

Pairing: Jack Kelly/ Reader

Characters: Jack Kelly, Reader, Racetrack Higgins, Spot Conlon, Albert, Boots, Kid Blink, Les Jacobs, David “Davey” Jacobs

Warnings: Everyone is a little shit but they’re adorable and very sweet boys (no one can tell me otherwise), implied getting caught with your hand in the cookie jar phrase, Spot knows when to pick his battle... unlike Albert

Word Count: 1,043

*Jack and Reader are already in a relationship*

*Set in modern times*

A/N: I wrote this one in mind with Jack Kelly from Newsies 1992, but you can read it with either one. 

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“You’re just no match for me and my puppy eyes. I could convince someone to give me all their money, you know?” Jack says, leaning on the counter. 

You put on your oven mitt and pull a cookie sheet out of the oven, setting it on top of the stove. 

You turn around with a raised brow, giving him a “you’re crazy” look. 

“What?” You take off the oven mitt and set it on the corner. 

“I can make anyone do anything I want with this dazzling smile.” 

“Uh huh.” You glance over at Spot, Race, Albert, and Boots who are pretending to continue with their poker match. “Who said it?” 

“What?” Racetrack growls when he realizes he has a bad hand. “What’d you say?” he asks you and pulls out his cigar. 

“Which one of you got him going on his rant again?” 

“I didn’t do it,” Racetrack says. 

“Same here,” Albert chimes in, munching on a cookie… from the tray you just took out two minutes ago. 

You reach out to snatch it from him, but he ducks and runs into the living room. 

“You never come between a man and his sweets, sweets,” Spot wraps an around you, disturbing the brief moment of peace and quiet. 

“Get off me pipsqueak.” You shove him away from you and the cookies. “I know your games. Don’t mess with me “king of Brooklyn” or you’ll face my wrath.” 

He holds his head up high to intimate you… it’s not working. “Oh, yeah? What’s that?” 

“Clean up duty.” 

“You’re on your own Kelly,” he spits out before following Albert’s actions and exits the kitchen. 

Jack gets off his stool and stands in front of you, blocking you from the cooling cookies. 

He curls his index finger and raises your chin, leaning down to look into your eyes. “I bet I can get you to forget about me having kitchen duty today.” 

You blink owlishly before shaking your head. You shrug, “nope sorry.” 

“What?” He mumbles to himself not completely understanding what happened. 

You scoot him out of the way to make another tray of cookies but find the bowl of extra dough missing from the fridge. “Albert! Racetrack! “King of Brooklyn!” You are all toast! Where are you?” 

-

“We have a right to know what you’re blaming us for!” Racetrack shouts although he sounds muffled like he’s hiding in a closet or something. 

“Who took the cookie dough bowl? I’m trying to make enough cookies to last at least one day.” 

“I don’t know what to tell you- Albert! Get out of here!” 

A crash comes from the hall closet closest to the living room. 

You open the door to find Racetrack holding the “thief” in a headlock. You cross your arms, tilt your hip out and tap your foot. 

“Hey, girlie. How ya been? Good?” Albert asks, his cheeks pink from embarrassment and shame as he looks up at you from his position. 

“Little Bertie give me the bowl.” 

“I don’t want to give you the bowl.” 

“Why not?” 

“You called me little Bertie and you know I don’t like it.” 

“That’s part of your punishment.” 

He groans and hands you the half-eaten bowl of cookie dough. 

“At least this time you didn’t lose the spoon.” You slam the door shut. 

-

Racetrack shouting and Albert begging is all anyone in the house can hear coming from the small space. 

Davey recruits Kid Blink and the two usher everyone away from the hallway... at least until Racetrack is done. 

-

During this time, you make your way to the kitchen and finish getting the next batch of cookies ready. 

You notice Jack sitting on the counter which means the same thing, for everyone who lingers in the kitchen with their head down... they want a cookie. 

“Give me a few minutes to get another batch going and I’ll give you a cookie,” you turn and point at him, “no more than one.” 

Once the next batch is in the oven and you’ve set a timer, you give Jack what he wants. 

He takes the cookie and pulls you closer, arms around your waist, head on your shoulder. 

“Whatcha ya doing?” You ask while gingerly removing the cookie from his hand, so you don’t get any stains or crumbs on your shirt.

He shrugs but says nothing. 

“Are you seriously sad about earlier?” 

“Yes. We both know I can do it.” 

“Yeah, Jack and why do you think I said no. Your irresistible puppy eyes would make me do anything you want; I didn’t want the others finding out and later to try to use it against me.” 

“I know you’re being sarcastic but thank you. Now hold up the cookie.” 

“No,” you laugh. “You’re not getting crumbs on my shirt.” 

“Fine.” He snatches the cookie from your hand and basically inhales it. 

He tries to pull you back into him, missing your warmth. 

You squeal, attempting to push his hands off you. “Your hands have chocolate on them! You’re gonna stain my shirt!” 

“We have stuff to get rid of stains.” He succeeds with his mission and hugs you once more, pecking your cheek, he leaves behind a chocolate smear. 

Les sneaks past you two and steals the cookie jar. 

“Les! No, put that back right now. If you all chow down on cookies you won’t want dinner and you’ll have upset stomachs.” 

“I’m okay with that,” Spot chimes in, taking the jar from the young boy. 

“No! Jack, let me go! I’ve got to stop the rugrats.” 

“They made their choice, let them suffer the consequences.” 

“Would you look at that? The puppy eyes worked on me.” 

“Can I skip my clean up duty?” 

“They don’t work that well.” 

“What if I add my dazzling smile?” 

“You look very handsome... but it’s not working.” 

“They’re making me sick of the cookies! Make them stop!” Kid Blink whines. 

“Why don’t you come here and say that to my face?” You reply. 

“No thanks.” 

You shake your head and laugh at the boy's behavior. “I’m dealing with idiots.” 

“Yeah, but we’re your idiots,” Jack whispers. 

“That’s very sweet of you to say but you’re still on clean up duty.” 

He groans but you know he’s kidding. 

[metamorphicrocky]

adult animation appreciation post bc we've got some good shows lately

Bojack Horseman

a lot of us know it and love it, but for the ones who never got around to it, PLEASE watch it at some point in your life. it has so many good storylines centered around depression, addiction, sexism, repercussions of child abuse, and the daily struggles of living in this messed up world that we all know and can relate to. it'll punch you in the gut with some of the most unique storytelling you'll see in your life

Tuca & Bertie

created by the lead character designer of Bojack, this show may seem like a spinoff from the look but it isn't in the slightest. created and starring amazing women and letting women be funny in their own unique way that feels so genuine and following the story of these two crazy bird friends, I cannot tell you the emotional rollercoaster this one took me on. our mains struggle with anxiety and sexual harassment, with some great queer rep, and the stories are so fun and inventive that you can't help but have a blast

Final Space

I could talk about this show for DAYS, but I already have in this post so I won't go on a massive rant rn. it may look like a normal little scifi comedy show at the beginning, but this show'll blow you away with plot for days. if you want an action show that has consistent storylines, here ya go. it's so heartfelt, and it has stories revolving around coping with loss and loneliness by building new connections and new families, and it rips your heart out while leaving you shook over how great the animation and the soundtrack is

Castlevania

this one is insane. it is super gorey and violent with tons of swearing, but if you like that stuff you'll love this one. vampires and action with some stunning animation drags you in quickly, and the plotline is actually really good and you'll end up feeling for the characters so hard. their struggles are so investing and even if there's blood every second, it still manages to hook you quickly and wanna know what happens next. still haven't seen the new season yet, but I bet it's great

Primal

created by Genndy Tartakovsky, the legend behind Samurai Jack, so you already know this one is good. it's a short miniseries but whoo boy is it good. the animation is so nice, and this one is so unique. following the story of a caveman and a dinosaur becoming unlikely companions after loss, there is no dialogue. that makes it such a unique experience and it gets so emotional with some pure raw emotions that just crush you

The Midnight Gospel

the newest addition to the family, created by Pendleton War, the genius behind Adventure Time, this one messed me up in ways that I can't even put into words yet. it's an animated podcast with crazy trippy animation behind it and holy shit it is so unique. it takes time to process everything going on, but once in you get in the flow of it it hits you with emotions. following a guy who goes into a simulator to different worlds to interview people for his spacecast, expect for some great discussions of the struggles of hoping, coping with loss, and meditation. take your time with this one, it is so beautiful and funny

adult western animation is finally swinging up, and these are only some of the good ones. thought it would be good to advertise how not adult animation is ugly and just gross humor all the time, because people are finally telling stories that only adults can understand and relate to and feel, and I for one am absolutely here for it

[allbeendonebefore]

Howdy campers I'm back from my mountain retreat and I will catch up on your messages once I've recovered but for the love of provincial parks PLEaSE put your goddamn human scented items away from the bears and God Damn It do Not pack up and drive away from your campsite while your fire pit is still burning, ya hosers. The number of actual real people I saw do this was supposed to be zero, so it's lucky their friendly neighbourhood Bertie boy was around with a bucket before he left.

[harrypotter-imaginess]

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- George whistles a cheery tune as he walks down the street

- All around him are couples madly in love, gazing upon everything with rose tinted glasses

- And for once

- George is one of them now too

- No more watching Ron and Hermione giggle over some inside joke like a couple of schoolgirls

- Or watch Fred and Angelina Johnson make eyes at each other from across the room while all he could do was wonder what he had to do to get someone like that

- Because now he has you

- And he never has to spend Valentine’s Day alone again

- He’s so caught up in the joy of having someone, and his pride in not being one of those morons who wait until the last minute to make a reservation, that he doesn’t notice the line wrapped around your store

- He doesn’t notice until he walks inside and sees the chaotic state

- “Ainsley will you pass the ribbon?”

- “Henry get the customer will ya?”

- “Boss we’re out of the red roses!”

- “Get some red food coloring and put it in the water of the white roses!”

- So he probably won’t be needing those reservations

- “Oh George,” you notice him standing at the door after several long minutes of him watching you frantically move around the shop trying to fill orders

- You stand in front of apologizing profusely

- “I’m sorry I know we’ve had tonight planned out for so long-“

- “I didn’t think we would be so busy-“

- You usually do appointment only for Valentine’s but... your bills came in a little higher this month and your landlord is talking about a rent increase

- And so you kind of need this money

- Still, you thought you would be able to manage, but you seriously underestimated how many people would require your services last minute

- George listens to your carefully, only speaking after you say you're final: “I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll make it up to you”

- He nods and you think that will be that

- And then he glances at your apron, a finger gently picking at one of the straps that sit on your shoulder

- “Have you got an extra one of these?”

- And so that’s how George spends his Valentine’s Day

- In a bright pink apron collecting muggle money and placating customers at your store

- And it’s not how he quite pictured it- but he’s got the biggest smile on his face because he’s with you

- Watching you scamper around is oddly cute too

- Besides helping here isn’t all the difference then working at his shop

- He just can’t use magic

- “Oh I thought we were out of red roses?” You say when he brings you a dozen roses from the backroom

- “I found a few hidden behind some pink ones” he lies

- Well, he can’t blatantly use magic

- It’s 10:17 when you flip the shop sign over, bidding your employees a happy Valentine’s Day

- You don’t bother finding a chair, sitting on the ground, and letting out a relieved sigh

- Finally, it’s over

- George settles on the floor next to you, sporting a similar expression

- You laugh

- “I’m guessing this falls into your top ten worst Valentine’s days”

- Now it’s George that laughs

- “Not even close, I think the worst one was when I was at school, all of us single lads passed around a box of Bertie Botts”

- “What’s Bertie Botts?” You ask

- Oh bullocks, is that not a muggle thing too?

- “They’re like jelly beans, but there are a few gag flavors thrown in like rotten egg and freshly mown grass”

- “That sounds like a very teenage thing to do,” you say with a laugh

- Oh good looks like you bought it

- “Second worst then,” you say and shakes his head with a grin

- “It was actually really fun,” his smile softens when he looks at you, your eyes meet his.

- “It’s always really fun when you’re around.”

- And from any other man, you would think they were empty words.

- But George’s warm eyes and that soft expression he has as he gazes at you with nothing but adoration tells you it’s all completely genuine

- And you fidget, clearing your throat

- “Well the least I can do is treat you to a meal”

- “Want to beg the restaurant to take us even though we’re-“ he looks at his watch “3 hours late?”

- “Not quite,” you say laughing

- You tip the pizza boy in flowers, who seems ecstatic with the bouquet in his hands

- “My significant others going to love these thank you!”

- You practically crawl up to the rooftop of your shop where George has already set up a makeshift table with your bare minimum patio furniture, lit candles at the center

- “I’ll have to apologize, I didn’t bring a bottle of wine so all I have is this”

- George holds up a silver flask

- You don’t hesitate to take a swig from it when he offers

- You cough almost immediately

- “What was in that?” You’ve never had anything like it

- It almost tasted like fire

- “Fi- I mean, cinnamon whisky,” George says and you offer him a small smile

- “Well bring a bottle next time, I like it”

- You grin, eating pizza side by side while watching the city lights

- George has to keep himself from grinning

- Best Valentine’s Day ever

[miss-owl-eyes]

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Content: dirty talk, boob-job, oral sex, hand-job, dry humping, penetrative sex, creampie

♡ 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘵 ♡

Saturday at 11 pm and the usual party at Reiner's. Everyone was dancing or drinking to the loud and booming music, but sitting on the couch with Annie was Bert, staring at you while you antagonized Eren and Jean. "oh, you're better since you have Mikasa at your side, right? Is she your side chick?" You smirked at Eren while you asked the answer with the obvious answer, Jean snarling like a rabid animal next to him imagining if what you said was true. "She's not some girl to chase after Eren like some stray puppy! She's smart and independent, she doesn't need him!" You raised a hand to your chin and looked at him. "Really? I don't think so, the hickey on her neck wasn't really covered by her scarf the other day." You shot a cocky look at Eren, now slightly red. Jean glared at him, clearly pissed off. "You gave her a- I swear I'm gonna beat the shit out of you!" he exclaimed as you chuckled into your hand.

Bertholdt watched the show you put on from his couch, but he wasn't watching the boys get angry, instead, he was watching you; the way your hips moved when you replied, the smirk that danced onto your lips before you replied, how your shirt gripped your upper chest, the leggings you wore that fit your ass perfectly, he couldn't take his eyes off of your body.

"Quit staring at her, you look like a creep." Bert turned his attention to Annie. "I'm not staring at her,  I'm just staring at the two she's picking fights with," Annie replied with an annoyed sigh, knowing all too well that her friend was lying to her. "Listen if you like her so much-" before she could finish, Bert interrupted her, "Listen, I don't like Y/N, so before you pressure me-" "I didn't say her name."

He froze, realizing he just outed his (very obvious) crush on you. "Annie please don't tell her I swear I'll do anything-" she sighed, "I won't do anything... if you confess." He didn't know what to say. How, of all people, was he supposed to confess his feelings? He was shy, timid, a pushover at times, how was he supposed to tell you he liked you? "Annie, I don't- I can't! She's too much, she wouldn't like me..." Annie sighed again, annoyed at how little faith he had. "Listen, if you don't confess to her in some way tonight, I'm telling her after the party, got it?" He was silent, thinking over Annie's offer, well, blackmail, really.

"Okay fine, I'll do it tonight before the party's over, deal?" She nodded and went back on her phone. "Play nice boys!" You waved at the two boys now pulling at each other's collars while you walked off.

You strutted over to the couch that held Annie and Bertholdt, smirking to yourself listening to the boys behind you attempt to beat each other up. You sat down between the pair, crossing your legs. "Hey Y/N," Bert spoke up, "I got you a drink while you were.. bonding with the others." There was uncertainty when he said bonding, he couldn't tell if you were flirting or antagonizing them, but he didn't care too much anymore. "Ah, thanks, Berty!" You spoke up, a smile on your face he'll never get tired of seeing. "N-no problem..."

You took a chug of the juice inside your plastic cup. Everyone was drinking alcohol of some kind, but lucky for you, Bert knows you don't drink and instead got you an orange juice. Peeking over, you got a look at Annie's phone, she was reading something that seemed a bit.. suggestive. The devious idea to screw with her came to mind, something you were known for doing with your friends. "Hey Ans," you began, putting an arm around her, "whatcha reading? Looks a bit spicy." You said smirking. The smaller blonde blushes slightly and turned off her phone. "I'm not reading anything." "Well, ya were."

She only glared at you with every reply you had, denying every claim you made. "Y'know I like the part when she sucked off the guy, I wouldn't mind doing that to someone." Without realizing it, Bertholdt's attention snapped towards you. 'Sucking off, wouldn't mind doing that..' the words repeated in his head, sinful thoughts shamefully entering his mind (much to his dismay).

You had your fun antagonizing Annie, smirking as you told her "not have too much fun with that story" before leaning back and putting your arms behind your head. Your elbow bumped Bert's shoulder, making him jump slightly. You looked over at him wondering why he jumped at something as small as that and deciding to tease him if it was something small.

His eyes were away from your direction as he yawned. He couldn't make eye contact with you, not if he had to confess to you later. You shrugged and looked away, taking another sip of your juice and looking forward. You licked the excess juice off your lips, fully unaware of all the lewd thoughts you brought into Bert's head by such a simple action.

Boredom took you over quicker than it should've. Annie was boring to mess with, she was still reading some sort of smutty fanfic, but you already had your fun with her. With your elbow on your knee, you leaned forward and rested your chin in your hand. Instead of bothering your friends with your attitude, you decided to use your actions. You threw a leg over Annie's lap, taking her by surprise while turning yourself onto Bertholdt's lap. Moving your other leg onto the arm of the couch, you leaned your neck and the back of your head on the taller boy's lap.

You let out a sigh and rested your hands under your neck, closing your eyes. Annie used your legs as a rest for her arms while Bert didn't know what to do with his hands. You opened one eye and looked up at him. "Bert, pet me," you ordered. He nervously rested a hand on your stomach and brushed it lightly, his right hand petting your hair. You smiled.

You liked the attention Bertholdt gave you in and out of school. He would text you daily, check up on you, and send you memes and whatnot. Sometimes you two would call for hours and hangout, sometimes having sleepovers with Annie and Reiner too. It was nice to know he cared about you, but you were convinced he only liked you as a friend. If only you knew about the conversation he and Annie had.

Bert, on the other hand, was screaming on the inside out of both fear and happiness. Having you laying on his lap while he pet you was like a dream come true, but it took all of his willpower and more to not imagine your naked figure instead. In the end, his mind failed him in the end as he looked down at your chest, shamefully imagining how pretty your breasts look. His eyes trailed to your stomach where his left hand was. Your belly was soft, or so he would assume, pretty and smooth with your skin color that he loved to stare at when the sun was about to set. He thought of your stomach and chest bare, boobs bouncing while you rode him, your stomach moving with a small bump that indicated the tip of his penis pushing your insides.

"I shouldn't be thinking about this.." he told himself, hoping it would chase away the R-rated things he was imagining. It didn't work, if anything it only increased the urge to think about your hips rutting against his cock. His hands continued to pet your hair and trace your belly, slowly going further towards your groin. Three of his fingers impulsively moved in small circles against your skin, making you hum in appreciation. "Thanks, how'd you know I'm sore there from P.E. today?" he blushed and looked away, "j-just a hunch."

The more he touched you, the more he wanted to carry you away and push you against a wall and make him his. His eyes were locked onto your features, your boobs, your neck, your thighs, all of you. Every part of you looked so appetizing, so ready to be stripped of the tight clothing you wore and be pressed up against a bed. He exhaled, hands rubbing small circles where your ribs met, your head turning so he could continue putting your scalp. Your hair was soft, it was so fluffy, it was long enough to be pulled too. His thoughts trailed to pulling your hair while you sobbed his name, knees and elbows on a bed while he trusted into you and made you scream his name.

Your peaceful face changed into a slightly disturbed and curious one. Burt pulled his hands off you and looked at you wondering what could have bothered you. He looked around for a moment trying to find the reason before the slight bulge that you were laying on gave it away. He inhaled and froze, eyes widened and hand resting over it to try and cover it. You were looking at him with raised eyebrows and an unamused look in your eyes before you spoke up. "Hey Bert," he panicked, were you really about to call him out for having a hard-on right now? "Can you come with me? You're tall and I guess pretty strong."

He gulped and nodded while you sat up, Annie moving her phone which now had a wire leading to ears. Bert stood up fixed his pants as best he could while you stood up and waved for him to follow you. Annie, without looking up, waved at the two of you. Moving through the crowd of drunken seniors, you dragged him by the wrist into one of the spare rooms, locking the door behind you. He was in for it now.

"So Bert, wanna explain the little bulge that was poking my back on the couch back there?" you exclaimed, pointing at his crotch area. He looked down with a red face, tugging his sweatshirt over his bulge. Letting out an amused sigh, you walked towards him and grabbed his wrists. "Well? Answer me, Berty." Your voice was deeper and playful in a teasing manner, your eyes looking into his green ones, testing him. He gulped before explaining himself, praying he doesn't scare you off. "I.. was thinking of you.." "My boobs, my ass, what were you thinking about me?" your voice was seductive, a pain in the ass for him. "A-all of your body, all of you.." he looked to the side, a blush very clearly making his face red. You chuckled slightly and brought your face closer to his, still holding his wrists still. "All of me, you say? Were you thinking about my tits moving up and down around your cock?" "I am now.." he mumbled.

Pleased with his answer, you let go of your wrist, arms crossing over your chest and pulling off your shirt by the hem of it. Bert's eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly as you threw your shirt on the ground. Looking into his eyes, you grabbed his wrists again and moved them behind your back. "Take it off." You ordered. His fingers pulled at the fabric that connected your bra before letting it fall to the floor, your breasts exposed to the air and for his eyes. They were better than he could've ever imagined.

You pointed and looked towards the bed before meeting his observing eyes. Taking the hint, he moved over and sat on the edge as you got on your knees and pulled at the zipper of his pants. "I see you staring at my boobs, Berty. Could it be you've wanted this for more than tonight?" You taunted, eyes admiring the bulge underneath his boxers that made you press your thighs together for friction. Moving upward, you grabbed his cock gently, earning a gasp from him, and pulled it out. Your eyes widened, you didn't think he was this big, looked about 8 inches, more on the skinny side, and had a slight upward curve. "I should start calling you Big Bert," you laughed to yourself.

You inhaled before handling your boobs, moving them around his cock. You kitten-licked the lip of it and moved your boobs up and down slowly, stifled moans leaving the male's mouth. "Feels good, yeah?" You continued to move up and down, looking up at him and his pleasure-contorted face. You moved your breasts over his leaking tip, spreading his pre-cum down his length and picking up speed. He moaned and grunted, moving his hips up in accordance with your movements. "Feeling that good? I didn't know you wanted me this badly, Berty." He only grunted in reply, "of course I have, I've wanted you since sophomore year." You smiled sadistically to yourself, "Then I guess I should please you in a different way."

He opened his eyes and looked down at you, meeting your eyes. Opening your mouth, you suckled slightly at his sensitive tip, licking the bitter pre-cum off. He groaned and bucked upward slightly, embarrassed at how quickly he was losing his control. Your lips gently kissed his tip before taking in as much as you could his cock. A shaky moan left his mouth before he thrust into your mouth, making you gag, "You wanna go rough huh? You must be really desperate for some action." Only a growl was his response, the blocked out music and darkened room creating the best atmosphere.

Your lips rested at the middle of his cock. you inhaled before pushing your head further, the tip hitting the back of your throat before going further down your throat. His hand gripped the back of your hair, pushing you further down. Its size was suffocating, just enough to make it hard to breathe and forcing a gag out of you. You continued to push yourself down, his tip going down your throat every time. Moans and grunts filled the room while he nearly fucked your mouth. The lewd noises that left his mouth indicated he was close to cumming. The sloppy movement of your lips and his thrusts helped him in reaching his orgasm. He pushed your head down as his hot and bitter cum shot into your throat, a moan leaving his lips with every spurt.

You pulled off of him, some of his cum still rested on your lips and tongue as you looked at him with half-lidded eyes. Holding onto his knees, you pushed yourself upwards. "You're still hard, wanna go another round?" You asked sweetly. He only panted in reply. "S-sure.." "Good, then lay down on the bed." He did as told and moved back. His back rested against the pillows and looked at you. You were stripping yourself of your leggings and underwear. "Take off your pants Bert." he fumbled with his pants and pulled them down, throwing them onto the floor. He also took off his shirt, his tan skin and his toned chest gracing your eyes. You smirked to yourself and threw your leggings near his pants before strutting over to him in only your underwear.

Your legs moved over him, positioning you to sit down on his bulge, You moved your hips back and forth slowly, being sure that he felt the wet clothing move up and down his dick. You curved your back and pushed your hips forward. His shaky moans filled the room, his hands on your waist guiding your movements.

The friction from grinding made your knees weak, soft moans leaving your mouth. Pushing yourself up, you moved the skimpy fabric down and pulled it off your ankle, fully exposing yourself to Bert's hazy and lusting eyes.

Your hand gripped his hard cock, "can I? I'm on r pill if it makes a difference," you cooed. Instead of a verbal reply, his hands grabbed your waist and gently moved you downwards, the tip just barely grazing your entrance. "You don't know howling I've wanted to."

You took that as consent and lowered yourself onto his thick cock. A shaky moan left your lips while your walls spread and squeezed around him, the slight curve he had rubbing against your cervix in just the right way. Your breathing was shaky, you looking at Bert who's face was just as hot as you expected.

His chest heaved when you began to move. Pushing your hips forward, a gasp left your mouth while his dick poked at different angles inside you. You started slow, adjusting the size and feeling of him. Straightening yourself out, you rested your palms on his chest and thrusted your hips forward. The tip of his dick twitched inside you as he panted and groaned, hands pulling and pushing your waist. All you could do was moan and move your hips against his, the pleasure his cock gave you being too much for words to comprehend.

His eyes were tightly closed as he groaned, hands moving you back and forth with slight thrusts while you moaned and meeker for him. Looking at his face, blushing and glistening with sweat, you let yourself scream. "Oh, B-Bertholdt~!"

One of his arms gripped your back and pushed you onto his chest, his lips meeting yours hungrily. Despite being surprised, you wrapped your arms around his neck quickly and pushed your tongue into his mouth. His hands trailed down to your ass and pulled your thighs apart, ambitiously pushing himself in and out of your pussy quickly.

Wet slaps and moans rang through your ears while you made out with the 6'4 boy that was hammering his cock into you. Strings of your slick mixed with his cum connected your skin, smacking together with your hips while his tongue was forced down your throat. One of his arms held the small of your back tightly while his other hand pulled at your skin, allowing him to enter deeper.

"Y-Y/N, I think I'm g-gonna cum soon-ngahh!" You nodded and looked at his face once more before connecting your lips once more in a desperate need to relieve the knot that formed in your stomach moments ago. His breathing was shaky and short-lived while his thrusts were rapid and changing pace quickly.

With a few more thrusts, he growled into your mouth and thrust up into you a final time, his grip on your hips and back tight. Five groans left his mouth before pulling out of you, gasping for air. You looked up into his eyes and gasped slightly when you felt his warm cum leak out onto your clit and down your thigh in a long strip. "S-sorry, I kinda came inside..." you smiled and rested your head on his chest, "I don't care, just hold me after you manhandle me like that," you teased. All he did was smile and hold you, kissing your forehead.

"So..." he stated awkwardly, "does this mean you like me? Like, like me, like me?" He questioned unsurely. You giggled and looked into his eyes, "of course it does you big dummy. Now let me be your girlfriend after 2 years of pining for you." "Don't need to tell me twice," he connected your lips again, this time slow and sweet with arms around your neck.

Guess he didn't need Annie to tell you he liked you after all.

[julie-thefatones]

Ghost of You || Luke X Reader || Part 1

Hello everyone!! welcome to my first Fanfic pretty much.... im really nervous about posting it, and really hope you guys like it! Im going to warn you that there are some punctuation mistakes, and probably some misspelled words, and run on sentences... but nobodies perfect eh? lol anyways Enjoy! please let me know what you think, I am already writing part 2 so if this goes well ill post that soon :)

A/N: Your best friends with Julie, since the stamp was removed from the boys they are able to be seen by lifers at choice and can touch lifers at choice, but are still ghosts. You and Luke grow closer and closer starting to go from friends to more than that and everyone starts to notice, it just takes a little longer for you two to figure it out.

Word Count: 2,352

First day of school is always hard, especially senior year.... big deal or its supposed to be. You have always had a hard time with school because it was just hard for you to focus, you were always thinking about what you would rather be doing like painting, singing, taking a walk, and most recently learning guitar which Luke had been more than happy to help you with. Luke, Luke Patterson he was a member of your best friend Julies ghost band, Julie and The Phantoms, which included members Luke, Reggie, Alex, and of course Julie. You always knew they existed but it wasn't until recently that you were really able to get to know them your self because until recently only Julie could see them. Ever since they had that curse of a stamp removed from them, they pretty much can choose whenever they want to be seen or touch anything. It has been nice, because now you can really be apart of your best friends new world, you also got to make 3 new really fun and funny friends, they were just as chaotic as you and Julie. You and Luke really clicked from the moment you and him were able to actually see each other, well he has always been able to see you, but this way was much better. Since you and Luke hung out all the time, you found your self spending hours with him a day. In fact thats where you were before school, was with Luke, you guys had this little place by a lake you loved to hang out at, which caused you to be late for your first day.

So deep in your thoughts you didn't even realize you made it to your locker until you heard the all so familiar tone of your best friend calling out your name as she approached your locker "y/n!!! I didn't even see you pull in" Julie said as she now rested against the lockers next to you "Hey Jules! sorry I over slept and was late" Julie rolled her eyes "On your first day! man you really setting the bar high this year" she said laughing at you, You laugh too at the obvious sarcastic tone in her voice "alright, alright!! ms setting the bar high, we better get to class" you say punching Julie playfully in the arm before heading down the hallway to class.

As you sat in class, you started to feel really bad about lying to Julie about the real reason you were late to school today, you just didn't know how to explain how much you and Luke have been hanging out with out her asking a million questions, but its not like it was a big deal. Trying to get out of your head you try to focus on Mr. Berty who was describing the different factors of algebra which you never understood anyway, so you just write notes in hopes that when you study it later you'll understand it.... which never happens either. As you're writing notes you notice something in the window, in the corner of your eye, not really thinking anything of it until you notice that the thing is jumping up and down and no one else is noticing which could only mean one thing. You look to the side and you see Luke in his orange beanie and Rush tank top jumping up and down waving his arms in order to get your attention with the biggest smile on his face, you laugh to your self, and then realizing he must want something, looking at the clock you realized you still had 40 mins left in this class *Oh my gosh! for real its only been 20 minutes!* you thought to yourself; quickly looking from the clock to the window where Luke was still jumping, you raise your hand "Yes ms. Y/L/N" you bring your hand down faster than you want to, slightly hurting it on the desk "May I use the restroom please?" you ask hesitantly, eager to know what Luke wants, Mr. Berty sighed with annoyance "If you really need to, I suppose, but make it fast ms. Y/L/N" you stand up a little to excited "Thank you mr. Berty" you said as you scurried out the door.

When you made it outside Luke stopped jumping, but his smile remained. You loved his smile, it was contagious, you noticed you were smiling too "Luke! what are you doing here" you said punching his arm playfully, he laughed and grabbed his arm pretending that the punch hurt him "Wow the abuse Y/N" with a smirk he continued "Someone help!!! im being abused someone help!!!" you roll your eyes and smack your hand over his mouth "Not that anyone can hear you, but shut up! that did not hurt" you say with a small laugh, as he is laughing underneath your hand "What are you doing here Luke?" you say with your hand still on his mouth, you feel his smile grow bigger underneath your hand "Well, Y/N, Im here because I got something for you!! but you have to come with me to get it" he said with pure excitement, still with your hand on his mouth, then he licked your hand to get it off, you pull away in knee jerk reaction, he smiled "Sorry! as much as I love your hand on my mouth we need to go!" he said eagerly, you laughed and rolled your eyes "Luke, you do realize im at school right?" he grabbed your hand pulling you across the school field "Yeah! but if you really cared about that, you wouldn't have come outside would you" he said, still with the biggest smile on his face, you rolled your eyes even more and gave in knowing he was right "Alright! but where are you taking me" you exclaimed, speeding up to be side by side with him instead of him dragging you, he looked at you, and bit his lip still excited "aha! you'll just have to wait and see" he said and you both smiled. As you kept walking you realized never Luke never let go of your hand from when he was dragging you..... not that it meant anything, it felt nice though.

It took about 15 mins to walk to you and Lukes usual spot by the lake, still holding hands you approached the tree you guys likes to sit by, or sit in depending on if you wanted to climb, which about 90% of the time Luke did.. also doesn't help he can just teleport up there if he wants to, where as you had to do it the hard way while he just laugh at you trying to climb up. This time Luke wasn't going up the tree, he let go of your hand, which kind of made you sad, but then you saw the look on Lukes face, which was pure excitement "Stay right here Y/N!" he said firmly grasping your shoulders to make sure you stayed in place, as he hopped over to the tree "CLOSE YOUR EYES!" he yelled from behind the tree grabbing something, but you obeyed closing your eyes and before you knew it he was in front of you, you could feel it "Alright, you can open" he said softly, you opened your eyes, and there Luke was with the same smile, holding an acoustic guitar, you could tell it was a nice one, just from the shine on it and how pretty the strings looked, you didn't even realize your mouth was wide open until Luke laughed "Ya like it?" he exclaimed, and you just looked at it "Is that for me?" you asked shocked and excited, Luke laughed "Is that for me?" Luke mocked you "Yeah its for you! ya dork" he continued as he hopped over around you, to get behind you so he could place the guitar in front of you for you to hold, you could feel his arms brush against you... which you like as much as the hand holding but, a little more ... again it didn't mean anything, he was just a friend... and Julies band mate. Luke continued talking taking you out of your trance "Ya never answered me though, do you like it" He said still behind you, but now you were holding the guitar, you just looked at it in awe "Where did you get this Luke? How did you get this?" you asked still in shock, Luke just laughed "Don't worry about that!" he said with a mischievous tone, and then you got worried "Luke you didn't ?!... you didn't steal this right!" you asked with actual concern, you wouldn't put it past him, he just laughed and in a teasing tone said "Ouch! you think I would do that Y/N.... Im not that bad!" and then he continued but more serious this time "No! I didn't steal it, Since I have this new found power of choosing when to be seen and stuff, I picked up a small job at the music store downtown, thought why not earn some money.... and then when you asked me to teach you how to play guitar, I wanted to get you your own.... sooooo I have been saving up ever since" he said in a soft tone and then you felt him come closer to you from behind, but now he was putting his hands on the guitar softly playing a melody, while pretty much holding you, as he played the melody you could feel his breath on your neck.... you guys have never been this physically close before, right before you got to lost into your thought Luke continued talking "You! still haven't answered the question though!!! do you like it??" he exclaimed with a teasing tone once again, which caused you to laugh, and you turned around in his arms making the current position pretty much a hug but Lukes holding a guitar "Of course I like it you dork!!" you said excited and continued "This is the nicest thing anyone has done for me...." you looked into his eyes and with a soft tone said "Thank you" he smiled, a soft smile, and his whole face became soft as he relaxed the guitar down by both your sides and looked deeper into your eyes "Of course...." he said softly, both of you just looking deeper into each others eyes, you felt some kind of connection, and you felt like you both were getting closer and closer to each other and then a voice came from behind both of you, causing both of you to shake out of the trance you both shared "Hey! Y/N! Luke! what are you guys doing out here?

You and Luke both jump, moving away from each other as you see Reggie come out of the trees eating a meatball sub. You and Luke look at each other confused as crap as to why Reggie was there and how he knew about it "Hey Reg!" Luke said a little nervous putting his hand behind his head messing with this beanie, you looked flustered flashing your eyes from Luke to Reggie and back to Luke who continued talking "the real question is what are you doing out here buddy?" and Reggie just chuckled a little, while taking another bite off his sandwich "Well, I went to the school to see Kayla like I always do, we like to eat lunch together, then I saw you two run off and thought I would follow" Reggie said with a full mouth, you and Luke shared a look "So you have been here the whole time?" you asked, wondering how you guys didn't notice Reggie was behind you guys the whole time, Reggie smiled a meatball smile since his mouth was still full and he answered "Yeah!! but I wanted to eat my sandwich so I decided to sit down in those trees and eat it" Luke looked at Reggie with a confused look "But Reg, isn't that your sandwich?" Luke asked still confused, and Reggie looked at him, again with a meatball smile "No! this was supposed to be Kaylas sandwich but since I didn't see her, because I followed you guys... I decided to eat it!" You and Luke laughed and Luke stepped forward patting Reggie on the shoulder "Kayla is one lucky girl Reg!" Luke said teasing Reggie, you laughed in response, and then Reggie went back to his initial question "So what are you guys doing out here?" he asked taking yet another bite of the sandwich, in which Luke got nervous again and answered Reggie with a slightly nervous tone "Hey! shouldn't you be getting back to the school, Kayla is gonna be wondering where your at bud" Reggie stopped chewing and his eyes grew big and he looked at Luke "Youre right! awww man, im gonna have to go get another sandwich" Reggie answered in a high pitched nervous tone "Ill see ya guys later!" Reggie said while running away nearly tripping over his own feet. You and Luke sighed and looked at each other, Luke smiled "Well should we get you back to school as well?" Luke asked you with a soft tone added with a light chuckle at the end, you nodded "Yeah, Lunch is gonna be starting soon and Julie is gonna be wondering where I went" you responded, and then looked at your guitar and looked back at Luke "I love my guitar Luke, I really love it!" you said as you wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a tight hug, he responded by wrapping his arms around your wait pulling you in tighter, when you guys released from the hug you shared another look, quickly shaking it off with Luke responding "I cant wait to teach you some more chords on it!" he said back to his excited state from when you first got there, skipping forward grabbing your hand again as you guys walked back to school together.

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

Did anyone ask for Thomas himself for the shipping thing, if not can I ask for him💙

They did not!

Because they were merciful. /j

Aight, here is the Boi of a 1,000 Ships:

💞✨  OTP ✨ 💞:

I waver between:

“Thomas really is superb Ace/Aro-(Does-NOT-Mean-Live-Devoid-Of-Love) representation *heartmelt*”

and

“Thomas/Bertie is a CLASSIC and the Height of Ship and Why Did We All Sleep On This For So Long 💙❤️️💙❤️️💙❤️️💙❤️️”

Other Ships That Are 👌:

Green Arrow—I really love this ship, thanks to @shinygoku’s interpretation with Warren!GreenArrow 💚💙

Jinty—Proposed: Thomas Was Showing Off Due to A Crush And That Led To His Scrape. Annie and Clarabel were appalled because they were Not Ready for their son to have these feelings. The other engines spent the boring parts of the London exhibition teasing the hell out of Thomas for his obviously romance-coded ordeal. (Special shout-out here to Ashima? Who, I think, was way too just Unconvincing a character in many ways for me to really ‘ship’ them. And yet, I thought the writers handled a real, canonical Thomas romance pretty well! They can be hot-blooded and competitive as well as wholesome, Ashima is long-distance and just-out-of-reach, and, most of all, I absolutely believe that the way Thomas would react to a crush is to behave like a total jerk-faced dumbass! So yeah, I think Jinty in RWS and Ashima in TVS are just bizarre astral twins, lol.)

Interesting But Fence 👀:

Oliver! (I don’t know why it should work, but damn they look good together—) Arthur—another pretty classic opposite-attracts dynamic but hey. i also like how they would invert the usual “red oni blue oni” thematic coloring.

Emily—It sounds so stupid (pair the opposite-gender leads!!!!) but they do have some HiT episodes that are just👌 as far as a strong and charged dynamic. An endlessly intriguing if somewhat problematic ship.

Duck—They just have such a cool yin/yang thing going on that you would think it’s possible (tho I admit the chemistry doesn’t exactly jump off the page)

Gordon—With the actual build-date-accurate dynamics, a reinterpretation of their history would be interesting. convincing? who knows, until someone tries it. but interesting, definitely.

James—I’ve said it several times now, but in RWS timeline I absolutely believe Thomas and James had an ill-fated Thing in the early days. And, tbh, I could be open to them re-uniting again after decades of personal growth (and loneliness? since i can see so many of the others pairing off and settling down for good)

Trevor?—Thomas’s unexpected Depth early in the TVS timeline at the end of their episode certainly… gives one something to work with, ya know? I also like the little fission at their first meeting (‘a wut’) but how quickly they get on. Bonus: Trevor already met and got the blessing of all the parents that very day. So, you know, just create some sequel dates between them from there.

Better As Friends 😊: I guess Annie & Clarabel?

HOWEVER…

okay, real talk—and ya gotta scrub the “aunties” voice actors out of your brain completely here—but I feel like the notion of Thomas/Annie/Clarabel just has yet to be fully explored

*ducking, running*

i’m not saying i ship it, i just feel like someone should sketch out what their dynamic and how canon would be if it was Like That okay???

(i wish i could remember which Youtube vid it was where they had Thomas teasing someone and Annie and Clarabel laughing and egging him on but it was honestly quite cute!)

Meh 😑 / Overrated : Percy. The more I think about it, the more I’m not actually opposed to it? (Now that flirt!Percy lives in my head rent-free.) But more if one plays fast and loose with canon. Their “big brother/little brother” dynamic, especially by the time we get to CGI, I find gets into NOTP territory real quick.

It Happened Once In A Dream 🌑 (or AU 🤔): I honestly find the notion of Donald and Douglas flirtatiously toying with Thomas so funny—

Especially if they’re pulling his pigtails coz they really do think he’s cute…

(And in return, well, who doesn't think Donal and Douggie are heartthrobs? No one is immune to the lads’ charms, seriously!)

If I Had to Put Them in a Polycule 💗: Okay, I’m gonna do the super basic thing where I smash some of my favorite ships together to form a triangle again—but one thing I love about Thomas/Bertie and Thomas/Green Arrow is that I think they could co-exist!!!!!

Thomas and Warren have a long-distance periodic-sweethearts understanding?

And by that point I imagine Bertie and Thomas might have the same understanding—Bertie is probably in some form of preservation or semi-retirement then (if not he’s probably been bought outright by the N.W.R. as a railway bus)—anyway I can imagine he sometimes/usually works different parts of the island as the 20th century goes on—and I think Bertie’s so hot-blooded, a true Wanderer…

So yeah.

Bonus, Bertie would totally deal with meeting Thomas’s summer boyfriend by challenging Warren to a race, and Warren would be allllll about it—

I dunno, I just see tons of hot-blooded competitive adventuresome love going down here 💙💚❤️️ Fun vibes!

NOTP 😤: I get why y’all seem to by reflex say Edward, obviously, and I’m with you.

It’s just funny coz for me my reflex answer (out of a cool dozen engines that could also be in this category!) is Henry.

(I guess just coz they do have this tension sometimes?? A little bit of misfiring crackle? Which makes me all the more quick to say “oh God NOOOOO—”)

[pregnant-piggy]

Secret Summer  - part III

George Weasley x reader

Words: 2000+

A/N: there is a part three!!?? Who would’ve thought... i’m gonna be honest with ya, it’s not the best, but I just love writing for George!

part one, part two

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‘Five more minutes, babe,’ George grumbled as you tried to drag him out of his bed.

‘George, my parents are gonna be here in an hour and I don't want my last hour with you be one where we just lie in bed,’ you pouted kissing your boyfriend on his forehead.

‘You didn't seem to have a problem with lying in bed with me last night,’ George muttered as he put his arms around you and pulled you on top of him.

A giggle escaped your mouth when George started to kiss every spot on your face. You tried to free yourself but he was too strong. Sighing you gave up and dropped your head on his chest.

‘I'm gonna miss you,’ you said into his shirt. It smelled like him; vanilla and raspberry together with that slight smell of gunpowder that he always carried along, whether he had just exploded anything or not.

‘It's only three days!’ George laughed.

You climbed off him and started to get dressed. Taking extra time in your underwear to look for your clothes, you felt George's burning eyes on your back.

‘Yes, I know,’ you said, pulling your shirt over your head. ‘But how will I fall asleep if I don't have you near?’

‘Here,’ George mumbled and he threw his shirt at you.

You caught it with a smile and placed the shirt on the top of your already packed suitcase.

‘Now I am not wearing a shirt, will you please come back to bed?’ whined George, patting on the empty space besides him.

You hesitated; Molly had prepared breakfast and you wanted to say goodbye to everyone, but the cute look on your boyfriend's face made you crawl back under the sheets with him. George immediately wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you close to him. One hand rested on your side while the other slid to the lowest of your back. You started to trace the lines of George's face with your left index finger.

‘I'm gonna miss you too,’ George whispered in the silence.

‘You want my shirt too?’ you teased.

‘If that means you'll take it off,’ George grinned, already reaching for the hem of your shirt.

‘You are unbelievable!’ you said and sat up straight.

George whimpered as you left the bed and searched for your shorts. Putting them on you looked at George. He was lying in the bed, watching you. The wind from the window played with his hair and the sun lit up his hazel eyes and his freckles. You loved his freckles. The little, brown starry sky on his blushed cheeks.

‘Stop looking at me like that.’

‘Like what?’ you asked taking your gaze off his eyes.

‘You know what I mean.’

‘I don't,’ you said softly as you walked closer to George.

He was now sitting on the edge of the bed, both legs on the ground, in nothing but his dark blue boxers. You stood between his legs and looked down at him. Ever since Hermione had told you how George looked at you, you saw it too. Those eyes filled with love and desire. They made you melt. You were so lucky.

You bent over and captured George's lips in a sweet kiss. It was your kiss goodbye; you wouldn't see George until you would leave for school. It was only three days, but it already felt like an eternity.

- -- -

‘(Y/N), we are so happy you were here,’ Mrs Weasley said as she hugged you.

‘Though things took an unexpected turn...’ Mr Weasley added to his wife.

‘Oh, Arthur, stop it! Have you seen them together? I wish you would treat me like that sometimes!’

You awkwardly looked at George, who grinned at you and shrugged. You already felt like family with the Weasleys. And apparently they felt too because Molly and Arthur had not kept a filter around you. They talked about everything and it didn't matter that you were in the room or, just like now, in between them.

After hugging Ron, Fred and Harry goodbye, you turned to Ginny and Hermione. Ginny had tears in her eyes, though she tried to pretend not to.

‘Oh, Ginny,’ you said, pulling her into your arms. ‘I will see you in three days!’

‘I know, but you're leaving now and Hermione's leaving this afternoon too. Who will I talk to now? Those boys won't listen to me. That's for sure.’

‘Don't worry. Three days will be over soon and then you'll meet with your friends and don’t have to talk to your brothers until at least Christmas,’ you comforted Ginny.

A smile broke on her face and she cleared her throat. You then turned to Hermione.

‘Thank you for... you know when,’ you whispered in her ear as you hugged her.

‘It's nothing. I'm glad it all worked out fine,’ she replied.

‘Well,’ you said, turning to your parents. ‘I guess that's it.’

You stepped to your parents and Ron cleared his throat behind you.

‘Uhh, (Y/N)? Aren't you forgetting something?’ he asked, looking at George who was standing defeated next to his brother.

‘Oh, right.’

You walked towards George but then, right in front of him turned to his parents.

‘Mr and Mrs Weasley, thank you for a wonderful stay. I really appreciate it,’ you said, unable to leave the smirk of your face.

‘All right that’s it,’ George said and with two steps he was next to you, throwing you over his shoulder.

You laughed but didn't ask George to put you down. He took you to the back of the house, leaving behind your father rather annoyed.

George put you down in the shadows and pinned you against the wall. His smirk was even bigger than yours and he moaned softly as you bit your lip.

‘I'm not letting you leave without a proper goodbye,’ George said before placing his lips on yours.

His kiss was passionate and sweet. His tongue roamed around in your mouth and his hands were on your hips, pressing you down to the wall. Your hands were in his hair and you felt every inch of his body on yours.

‘Hey lovebirds!’ Fred called, making you and George stop. ‘Your parents are waiting and your father looks mad, (Y/N)! George, you might wanna flight into the house!’

You kissed George on last time and pushed him to the backdoor.

‘I love you,’ you said.

‘I love you too.’

- -- -

The three days without George were awful. Your bed was not the same when George wasn't in it and the meals didn't taste the same as Mrs Weasley's food. Though you liked being home with your parents, you missed the busy Weasley-household. There was no one running up and down the stairs in the morning, there were no competitive game nights and the liveliness of the evenings now existed of your father watching either the news or sports.

Luckily you had your mother who you could talk to about anything. She listened and gave the exact right reactions. The first night you were home, you had told her about what had happened. She had taken you in her arms and had explained that there would be more moments in which you would fight or have different opinions.

‘But,’ she had said. ‘If you just talk with each other and listen to the other's story, you will make it through.’

The rest of the three days you had tried to catch up on sleep, which didn't work very well now George wasn't there, and had packed your stuff for Hogwarts (George's shirt on top).

Before you knew it, it was September first and you were standing on platform 9 ¾ waiting for your friends. Already having put your suitcase in the train, you were walking around the platform when two hands grabbed your waist and spun you around.

‘George!’ you exclaimed as soon as you saw who it was.

George immediately kissed you and you were afraid your ribs would break if he held you any tighter.

‘Be careful, bro. You don't wanna break her,’ someone behind you said.

You turned around and saw Fred and Lee, both a little disgusted by what was happening in front of them.

‘Hey, boys. How was your summer?’

‘Some girl visited and started making out with my brother,’ Fred said and you hit him.

George had turned red but he placed his arm around your shoulder while stepping into the train. Together with the three boys you searched for an empty compartment. You found none and while desperately looking for a solution in the corridor, Ron's head popped up from a door close.

‘Hey guys! In here!’

It was tight with seven people but if you sat on George's lap it fit.

While listening to Lee's story about a giant snake in the jungles of Thailand, you played with George's hand.

‘George?’ you asked. ‘Can I sleep with you tonight?’

‘Couldn't sleep without me, huh?’ George joked, but placed a kiss on your forehead. ‘Of course you can.’

You closed your eyes, nestled your head in George's neck and were taken back to the Burrow. How the light fell on the floor, how the wind played with the curtains, how the sheets felt against your skin. For a moment you were back in that bed, with George next to you.

- -- -

‘I am happy to welcome you all back for another year at Hogwarts!’ the Headmaster spoke.

The whole Great Hall was filled with students. The Sorting Ceremony had just finished and you were really hungry. You had slept most of the trainride and missed lunch. A growl came from your stomach as you waited for Dumbledore to finish. Though the Great Hall and Hogwarts felt like home, you were too hungry and tired to even notice the decorations that had been placed all around the hall. The excited faces of the new first-years escaped your eyes as you were trying to keep them open. The warmth of the Great Hall, the chatter and the smell of dinner made you tired.

‘Before we attack the wonderfulness of our long awaited dinner, I would like to remind you all of these words I heard during the break: brown Bertie Botts every flavour Beans are not always caramel!’

With these words Dumbledore sat down and the four tables filled with wonderful food.

You spent your dinner mostly listening to the stories of your friends, too tired to talk. The food tasted amazing and it reminded of Molly's cooking. You felt home, but missed the presence of someone particular.

After dinner, while everyone else left the Great Hall, you stayed in your seat. More and more people around you left and even the teachers walked past you. You only looked up when you felt a hand on your shoulder. It was George.

‘C’mon, babe,’ he said softly and lifted you up from your seat.

You followed George to the Gryffindor Tower through the busy hallways. People were catching up with friends they hadn’t seen during the summer and you saw a few lost first-years. George brought you to the common room, his hand still around your waist.

He led you up the stairs to his dormitory and stopped at the door. He then turned to you and lifted you bridal-style over the threshold.

‘Just like a bride,’ you grinned as George brought you over to his bed.

He helped you undress, his hands lingering on your body as he took of your skirt. But you let him; you had missed that.

You lied down in bed and watched George as he changed into his pyjamas. He stepped into the bed and closed the curtains, silencing the soft sounds from the common room.

George pulled you close to him and caressed your back. You pressed your lips on his shoulder and closed your eyes.

‘I did really miss you,’ George whispered in the dark.

‘You did?’

‘Of course I did. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat. My parents were glad I was going away.’

‘Awh, you're a romantic mess,’ you teased.

‘I am your romantic mess,’ George corrected you.

‘You are.’

George took his wand and turned down the lights. You snuggled up between his arms and sighed happily. George put his arms around your waist and placed your head in his neck.

‘Goodnight, babe.’

‘Goodnight, George.'

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