#yes it sucked. yes we did get along 80% of the time

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

I know most ppl rlly like gremlin-Moon who’s always picking on and messing with Y/N (BuT LiKE iN aN EnDEaRiNG WaY) but I grew up with three older brothers. Anyway I personally would love to hit gremlin-Moon with a bat

[kitten4sannie]

21 - ᴠᴏʏᴇᴜʀɪꜱᴍ -

ꜱᴀɴ/ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ

ʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴀ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

pairing: pornstar! wooyoung x pornstar! reader (fem) x older pornstar! san

summary: you star in the tenth installment of “Stepdad Fucks Stepson’s Slutty Girlfriend.”

w.c: 3.3k

warnings: aged up! san, hard dom! san, dom! wooyoung, sub! reader, there’s a whole stepdad/stepson theme that’s alluded to but it’s a porn setting so it’s not actually real, daddy kink, pet names, name calling, voyeurism, oral (receiving), squirting, two spanks, humiliation (m receiving), unprotected sex, cumshot

a/n: dilf pornstar san <3 that's it. that's my entire note <3 also yes this is just me simping over san for an hour straight leave me aloneeee

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On your way to your next shoot, you sat in the backseat of your driver’s car, staring off into space. It wasn’t until you felt your phone vibrate on your lap that you looked down at it, reading the text you received from the intern at the company you worked for. They sent you a link to the script, which you promptly opened. They usually just consisted of a really vague explanation of scenes, along with some basic dialogue. It was relatively easy to remember. Reading the small text on the first page, you realized that you’d be working with someone else besides your friend and coworker Wooyoung. It was Choi San. The Choi San. Not only was he aging like the finest wine available at a Michelin restaurant, he was quite the celebrity in the industry, known mainly for his stamina, his ability to stay hard for a prolonged amount of time, and the thing that initially got him noticed back in the 80s — his ability to pump out endless cumshots. Despite being older, he was still able to keep up with the younger men and even surpass them, able to work for hours with few breaks in between, and always having a lot of enthusiasm. Needless to say, he was a very, very busy man.

“Hey, Woo,” you spoke, turning your head to look at your coworker sitting in the seat beside you, admiring his shiny dark brown hair, watching it bounce slightly as the car drove over a particularly rough road. “Did you know we’re working with Choi San? He’s going to wreck us!”

“He’s going to wreck you. It’s a straight person porn.” Wooyoung looked up from the game he was playing on his phone, blowing a bubble with the strawberry gum he was chewing. “And yeah, they told us before we got in the car back at the studio. Were you not listening?”

“I mean, I heard that we’re playing a couple that gets caught or whatever...” You pursed your glossy lips, idly watching Wooyoung continue to play an RPG game you weren’t familiar with, before gasping, “Oh my god, is San going to play the step dad role? That’s actually everything.”

Wooyoung paused the game, unable to focus on the battle that was taking place on the screen. “Y/N,” he started with an attitude, brushing a bit of perfectly-styled hair out of his line of sight. “Do you even watch his films? He always plays the step dad.”

“Not always.” You sucked your teeth, your lips forming a slight pout. “He’s done a ton of solo stuff. And I also saw one where he played a professor cheating on his wife.”

Wooyoung chuckled softly, reaching over to ruffle your hair, not wanting you to get pouty because you were upset. He’d rather see you be like that when you were begging for cock onset. “You’re right, Y/N. My bad…though in that one the husband was cheating on the wife with his stepdaughter.”

“Oh, yeah…” You looked down at Wooyoung’s hand when he lowered it to hold his phone again, your eyes slowly following a prominent vein that tracked up his forearm and eventually branched off in different directions, feeling a very familiar twinge of heat form inside your core. “Are you more excited about working with me or San?”

He didn’t bother looking up from his game, answering right away, “San.” In turn, you made a tiny hmph sound, unconsciously folding your arms across your chest.

Wooyoung smiled to himself, tapping and swiping his phone screen to wear down the enemy in his game, until he won. After emitting a small ‘yes’, he glanced over at you. “Come on, Y/N. I’m just kidding.”

“You’re not funny,” you mumbled in a pouty voice, suddenly caught off guard when he grabbed your chin and pulled you in closer. “What?”

He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, gazing at you with half-closed eyes, the tip of his tongue swiping near the beauty mark on his lower lip. “You don’t need to ask that every time we film with someone else, you know. The answer’s always you." Seeing your sheepish smile made his heart melt, though he had to be honest this time around. "But I think it might actually be San this time. I mean, just look at him," he sighed, already playing one of the man's latest films on his phone, sighing longingly at the sight of San pounding himself into a guy's ass, while his fingers were buried inside a woman's cunt.

"Wooyoung!" you whined, pushing on his shoulder. You stared at the clip, studying his intense, lust-filled facial expressions, and admiring the way he just kept going and going, not showing any signs of exhaustion. "No, you're right. I'm with you on this."

Wooyoung smirked, gently resting his head on your shoulder. "Thought so."

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San was even more attractive in person. His angular face and sharp, chiseled jaw distracted you first, especially his Adam’s apple, watching it bob up and down as he took a few drinks from a glass water bottle that probably cost at least a few hundred dollars. A few drops trickled down his freckled neck, disappearing inside his plain white button-up shirt. The one that was clinging to his broad upper body and becoming a little loose near his slim waist, though his Gucci belt kept it tucked in. He was expensive, and he didn't mind if everyone knew it, too. In fact, he preferred it when eyes were on him.

Wooyoung stood near you, sipping on a Red Bull through a bendy straw. “Y/N, are you just going to stare at him like that, or say hi?”

You put a hand up in front of his face, murmuring, “Shhh, I’m concentrating.” You were, to be fair, but you were also thinking about all the ways San could probably destroy you.

Zoning back in on the man, you focused on his striking dark eyes that gazed intensely through a pair of sleek black glasses, as he was entirely focused on the film crew member that was now speaking to him. Jesus, he was fine. You licked your lips at the sight of the crow’s feet that appeared underneath San’s eyes when he smiled at them. You needed him inside you sooner rather than later.

“Jesus Christ, I can’t watch this anymore,” Wooyoung announced exasperatedly, walking past you and up to San when he was done talking, tucking some hair behind his ear and pushing on the older man’s chest. After a few moments, he motioned to you and beckoned you in their direction.

San greeted you with a warm smile, slowly running his thumb around the lid of his water bottle. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you from Wooyoung, Miss Y/N.”

“Oh, did you now?” you returned, giggling softly, placing a hand on your hip and trying not to smile too hard back. “What’d you hear about me?”

The man’s once friendly eyes darkened in front of you, his tongue rubbing over his bottom lip. “I heard you squirt a lot. I really want to see.” The polite image he portrayed just a second ago disappeared all together. It was so jarring that it made your knees feel a bit weak. “You’ll let me see that, won’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” you nodded almost right away, not even noticing that you were starting to drool when Wooyoung put an arm around you and quickly wiped it away with his thumb, distracting San when he asked, “Is it true that you once came for 2 minutes straight?”

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Once someone counted down from five and gave you all the thumbs up, the camera framed the shot, capturing you and Wooyoung sitting on a leather couch in a living room, pretending to watch the TV that was playing a rerun of a past football game. San sat in a recliner with an empty beer in his hand, not able to see the two of you unless he turned his head back.

With his arm around you, Wooyoung began to slowly pull down the thin strap of your tank top. “Baby, I’m so horny,” he complained, glancing down at your tits, idly flicking one of your nipples to make it stiff.

“Your stepdad’s right there…” You feigned embarrassment, pushing his hand away, only for him to position you so that you were sitting against his chest with the two of his hands working on your tits, kneading then in circles and rubbing your nipples with the pads of his thumbs. “Babyyyy, he’s going to hear us…”

Wooyoung pressed his lips to your ear, whispering loud enough so that the boom mic captured his low voice, “He’ll only hear if you’re too loud, you know? Try to keep your voice down.” He slipped one hand into your loose, non-existent athletic shorts, rubbing circles around your clit, his other hand pushing up underneath your tank top to grab at your tit directly, continuing to tweak your nipple. Delighted by your small, breathy moans, he rubbed his fingers rapidly up and down your dripping cunt, teasing your hole more and more, until he couldn’t help but fill you up with them, delighted with how soaked you were. “Fuck, you’re so wet already, babygirl…”

Soon enough, Wooyoung was on his knees with his face in between your legs, three fingers deep in your cunt, and slurping on your clit like it was his life mission. The cameraman positioned himself in front of San, who was watching the both of you over his shoulder and fisting his cock, still able to capture the two of you behind him.

“It’s so good, you’re stretching me out so good,” you panted, going between gazing down at Wooyoung and up at San, making sure not to acknowledge the camera at all. You fucked yourself on Wooyoung’s slender fingers the best you could, sinking further and further down the couch cushion behind you, your shorts hanging off one of your ankles and your top rolled up over your tits, all while you panted and moaned like a bitch in heat.

“Cum, baby, come on, you can do it,” Wooyoung encouraged in a muffled voice, dragging his tongue up and down your pulsing clit, rubbing your g-spot in just the right way to make your hips stutter and your moans to raise in pitch. As soon as your warm arousal began to drip out, he moved his fingers rapidly across your clit instead, shoving his tongue inside you to fuck the cum out of you. “That’s it, that’s it, baby. Good girl. Gooood girl.”

Your coworker’s praise caused you to barrel over the edge, your orgasm so intense you let out a desperate, almost sob-like cry, seeing stars. You painted Wooyoung’s mouth and face with your squirt, some of the tiny clear droplets hanging onto his long lashes.

“You got a slutty little girlfriend there, son.” The older man finally stood up and walked over to the couch, sitting on his knees beside you, his hand still idly stroking his long, veiny length. “But she looks like she wants something more than just your fingers and tongue.”

Wooyoung gave your cunt one nice, long lick, before looking up at San with a curious expression, despite knowing what he’d say. “What’s that?”

“A nice, big cock,” San replied, letting go of his own and letting it slap up into his abdomen, waiting for the cameraman to zoom in before he ran a thick finger up from the bottom of his shaft and along one of his prominent veins, smirking as the camera rose upwards to capture your overly surprised, but enticed face. “You want Daddy’s cock instead of your boyfriend’s, huh?” He slipped his fingers into your hair and brought your face closer to his cockhead, slapping it down onto your tongue a few times when you opened up. “Mm, I’ll take that as a yes. Now, open wide and show me what you’re made of.”

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San’s stamina was no joke. It was well over two hours and you already filmed two deepthroat scenes, having to redo it after he pinched your nose for too long and you almost died tragically from choking on his cum, another solo jerk off scene for a separate catalog, and then he had to enter you in various positions, having to go slow, but stay hard, so that the photographer could take pictures for another catalog. Now, he was fucking you into next week for the camera. All the while, Wooyoung was able to cum a couple times, mostly on his own, but you were so gracious enough to lend a hand even when you were getting face-fucked.

Though, Wooyoung didn’t even bother jerking off himself at the point, knowing the camera wasn’t even on him anymore. He sighed to himself, idly running his hand up and down his abdomen, watching San fuck the shit out of you right next to him. He couldn’t be too upset. He already knew that the studio you were filming for was made for men who almost couldn’t even handle seeing him naked on their cum-stained computer screens, their fragile masculinity convincing them it was gay to do so.

Personally, you could hardly think straight, unable to even acknowledge Wooyoung sulking on the couch nearby. It wasn’t your fault, though. San was showing you what it really meant to get dicked-down. The man was like a well-oiled machine, pistoning his cock in and out of you like he was built for it. In fact, his cock was buried so deep inside you, you swore he was going to quite literally rearrange your guts. You wanted to tell the man all of that, but instead you spoke how you usually did during your films, “It’s so good, Daddy. You’re making me feel so full with your big cock in my tiny little pussy.”

“Mm-hmmm,” San nodded his head in agreement, pushed you further down into the couch, his solid body flush against yours. “Daddy’s fucking you good, huh? Much better than your pathetic little boyfriend. You want Daddy’s dick from now on instead?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,” you chanted in an obnoxiously whiny voice, each time he pounded into you, hooking your feet together around his slim waist, locking him in place. When the cameraman zoomed in on your face specifically, you emitted a few small whining sounds, making a small ‘o’ with your swollen lips, gazing at the older man with glossy eyes, your eyebrows drawn.

“Baby girl’s so fucked out for Daddy already…” San reached down in between your bodies to rub your clit, the camera now following his movements. The older man pulled his body back slightly, giving the camera a good view of him pounding into you so brutally fast and hard that you’d have no choice but to squirt for him. He knew it’d make a nice money shot.

“Fuck, Daddy, it’s so fucking good!” you yelled, almost growling the last few words out, digging your manicured nails into his broad back and scraping them downwards, making the man groan. This happened sometimes. You got so lost in the pleasure that it made you aggressive. Made you want to cum so badly that if you didn’t get to, you’d throw a fit. “Don’t you fucking stop!”

“I’m not going to stop until I made you squirt, princess.” San ran his tongue across his bottom lip, squeezing and thumbing your throbbing clit, shoving his cock into your aching cunt so viciously that he couldn’t help but let a loud grunting sound each time. “Squirt all over Daddy’s cock. Come on. Fucking do it."

Two rough slaps to your ass and one brutal thrust later, you tossed your head back into the couch, your face contorting like you were in pain, your jaw tensing up as you moaned, “Oh my fucking god.” San pulled out and moved out of the way, holding one of your legs up so that the cameramen could get in there, allowing him to catch a crystal clear view of your dripping hole clenching around nothing until a small amount of liquid began squirting out of you. “Oh my goddddd…”

To make you squirt as much as possible, San hunched over the couch and brought two fingers onto your extremely sensitive clit, rubbing it so quickly, your hips jolted away from his touch, encouraging him to hold you down with one strong hand on your nearest hip.

“Saaaan,” you choked out, tears spilling out of your eyes from how insanely good it felt. Your arousal started to spray out of you instead, covering your cunt and inner thighs, getting onto the leather couch, and of course, even wetting the cameraman himself.

San sighed to himself, admiring such a beautiful sight. “Fucking hell, you’re making such a mess, baby. Look at you.” Without wasting a single second, he got back onto the couch and sat on his knees, using your slick and his dripping pre-cum to lube his cock, jerking off so fast his shoulders were starting to tremble. “Gonna cum all over you, kitten. You want Daddy’s milk, yeah?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you nodded, gazing up at his dimpled smile, the small wrinkles underneath his upturned eyes, the pretty moles that decorated his strained neck. You couldn’t help but reach in between your legs to play with your pulsing cunt, rubbing the wetness around, making sure to spread your legs to give the camera a good view.

“Here it comes, baby,” San grunted huskily, pumping his hand slowly up and down his veiny shaft. “Oh, yeah that’s it…” He leaned his head down to look at your lewd face, forcing a long, thick rope of cum out onto your tits at first, making sure he covered the majority of your face in it, until he began working his way down your body. “Take Daddy’s load, kitten. Take all of it.” He continued to stroke the base of his twitching cock, the milky liquid splattering all over your tits and abdomen, some even landing on your mound and sliding down to your hole.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you purred, swiping your fingers through the vast amount of cum on your sweaty body and popping them into your mouth to suck on them.

“You’re very welcome, baby girl.” He admired the messy painting he made on his pretty canvas, taking in deep breaths to slow down his racing heart.

Once you relaxed and melted into the couch, San grabbed your chin and pressed his lips to your cheek, then made you face Wooyoung who sat up straight and gave you his best pouty face now that the camera was on him. “Tell my pathetic stepson that you’ll come to me when he can’t fuck you right.”

“I’m going to let Daddy fuck me whenever your cock doesn’t satisfy me, baby,” you told your scene partner, reaching over to caress his cheek. “That’s alright with you, yeah?”

Wooyoung nuzzled your hand, nodding his head sadly. Even though he was acting, you still felt a twinge of guilt inside your chest. He was good. The cameraman zoomed out slowly, then lowered it and gave a thumbs up to the other staff in the room, causing them to sigh and split apart in their own directions.

San patted your head and gave you a bright smile, wiping some sweat from his forehead. "Great job, Y/N. You really gave it your all." When you gave him an uncharacteristically shy smile, he leaned in, adding in a low voice, "It was fun watching you squirt. Maybe I can see it again sometime."

"Uh-huh!" you answered a little too quickly, your cheeks burning, making Wooyoung roll his eyes and let out a small chuckle at your reaction.

San turned to Wooyoung, pushing some of his damp raven hair back and fixing his glasses. "Maybe we can get a bit more involved next time. You seem like a brat. Makes me want to put you in your place."

Blushing, Wooyoung couldn't even form a sentence, too caught off guard by the older man's words. You shoved Wooyoung's shoulder a bit, knowing he was just as whipped for San as you were.

San found you both to be quite cute, but preferred to keep it to himself for now. "Mm, anyway, it was nice working with you two! Bye for now." He showed off his charming smile, accompanied by the dimples that he was known for, before walking off to find his clothes.

Once you both got cleaned up and dressed, you stood near Wooyoung who was checking his phone game, leaning on him, periodically looking over at San, watching him pop a few white tablets into his mouth and swallowing them down with water. "So, it's Viagra..."

"Huh?" Wooyoung mumbled, glancing up at you for a second.

"Why he's able to stay hard for so long, you know." You sighed, missing the feeling of being stretched out by him.

"That still doesn't answer why he's able to cum so goddamn much." Wooyoung paused his game, putting an arm around you, joining in on the fuck-me eyes you were giving San. "Ugh, I really wanted him in my ass. It's not fair."

"Why don't we try to get him to join us for that one upcoming shoot?" you suggested, nudging Wooyoung's ribs with your elbow.

"Are you talking about '2 Sluts 1 Cock?' " he asked nonchalantly, turning to look at you, idly licking his lips.

"That's the one," you chimed, your eyelids lowering slightly, gazing at Wooyoung for a while, until the two of you went back to eye-fucking San across the room, letting out long, lovesick sighs.

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FFF: @hwalysm @scuzmunkie @creativechaoticloner @dilucpegg3r @yeosxxx @gemjimin @wonwowzers @sanjoongie @manipulatedstars @k-drizzle 

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[elfqueen006]

Trash

Tags: roommates, the 80s, alcohol mention, Joseph sucks a bit in this, unrequited love, canon divergent

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“Come on, baby, please?”

You hear Joseph’s voice in the living room as you throw on some clothes. You decide to listen in, curious. Who’s on the chopping block this time?

“Just… please send me some cash, I’ll take you out and we can have a sweet time tonight.” he said, speaking honey sweet words into the receiver. “I’ll make it worth your while. What do you say?”

You push your door open carefully so as not to make a sound, stepping out into the hallway.

“No- no, baby! Baby…” he pleaded profusely before his expression soured. “Fucking bitch!” he yelled, slamming the phone onto the hook. At the same time you shut the door and hurried out from the hallway.

“You called?”

Joseph pinched the bridge of his nose, “I said fucking bitch…”

“Oh, thought you said (Name).”

Joseph chuckles and his initial bad mood seems to be forgotten once he sees you’re carrying a wallet. “I was wondering where that was. Couldn’t find it in your jacket.” He nods to the aforementioned, hanging on the coat rack. When you moved in it had just been there. ‘Came with the room,’ your landlord said, but you thought better of that. You just assumed someone left it and brushed it off with a shrug; after all, who doesn’t like free stuff?

You raised a brow, “You went through my jacket?”

He smiles, “Of course I did.” Of course he did.

“Besides, you told me to help myself to whatever I wanted. Your food is mine, mine is yours, etcetera…” 

“I was referring to the kitchen and television, Joseph.”

You don’t even know why you were explaining that. He obviously knew, otherwise he wouldn’t be giving you that “yes I’m a bastard but don’t you wanna pinch my cheeks?” face.

“I only found sixty-two cents anyway.” he muttered.

“Did you keep it?”

“No, It wasn’t even enough for a pack of cigarettes.”

“The economy…” you said.

Joseph shrugged and flopped down on the couch, his massive weight pushing it back a bit. You wince when it hits the wall.

“Easy on the couch, you know shit here is cheap..” you said.

“So you should have no problem buying another one.” Joseph replied. He barely helped pay the rent enough as is, so why would he pitch in for the furniture? You supposed you couldn’t hold it against him though, his ex-girl over the phone was probably going to be half of this month’s rent.

He sees you throwing on your jacket and raises up slightly, “Where ya going?”

“To get a drink,” you said. The man’s eyes light up at that and he instantly hops off the couch.

“Oh, hang on! Lemme get my jacket too!”

“I’m only getting a pack of wine coolers.” you said, but Joseph was already coming back in his ratty corduroy.

“I’ll take a smidgen of anything with alcohol in it right now, let’s just go!” he then began to pull you along with him out the door.

You didn’t get wine coolers like you planned. After a lot of hassling from Joseph he convinced you to come to a small bar on the side of the wall of a building. One of the places he frequented most likely, as everyone knew him by name. The bartender regarded him with annoyance and mild amusement as he spouted some schmoozy words about his day and why he’d be late on his payment that day.

“Put it on my tab? Thanks.” Joseph said with a smile.

“Can I just have a coke?” you asked.

You heard Joseph scoff beside you, “Really? What happened to wine coolers?”

“The stuff from here is too pricey…”

“I literally come here because the shit here is cheap!” Joseph said.

“If it’s so cheap, why don’t you pay your tab on time?” The bartender said, pouring you a glass of coke.

“I just never have it when I need it!”

“When you need it, you’re spending it on booze.” You muttered into your cup.

Abruptly Joseph stood up, waving the two of you off. “Fuck the both of you…”

Sighing, you continue to nurse your drink. Then, deciding to look over the menu’s cheaper options, you decide it wouldn't be a big loss to spike your drink a bit. You hold out your cup to the bartender asking him for a shot of low quality liquor in your coke. 

Joseph is taking a while to come back from…wherever the hell he is. At first, you assumed he was going to the bathroom. You hoped he didn’t ditch you with the tab.

The bartender leaned down on the bar counter, getting eye level with you. “So, you with him?” he asked.

“Yeah but I’m not paying for his tab.” you replied simply.

“No, I mean like, is he your man?”

You scrunch your nose and you can’t tell if it’s because of the question or your drink’s sharp taste. You simply shook your head, looking elsewhere.

The bartender hums, “Do you like him?”

“Yeah… he’s nice.” A quick glance at the bartender told you he wasn’t impressed with your answer. He was clearly digging for more. Perhaps some gossip. And while that wasn’t your thing exactly, you found yourself confessing to something you didn’t think would come out of your mouth.

“I don’t date guys like Joseph.”

“What are guys like Joseph?”

“...”

Trash. Scheming, whorish, trash. Like many other bumpkins, Joseph came to the city with a dime and a dream. They often leave with nothing, get lucky, or scrape for the scraps the big dogs leave behind. He was a lost puppy that couldn’t be kept and wanted something different than what you could give him. When he didn’t want anymore he left without warning, and took to the streets.

He was cut from an imbalanced cloth; born with good looks, a big dick, and bad judgment.

But you liked him. It was hard not to, he was attractive. He was funny. And he was confident, even when he was wrong. You were pretty sure that your fascination went beyond just wanting to sleep with him. But you knew who he was and his type. He’d confessed to trying to steal from you for chrissakes.

You couldn’t say you knew the exact outcome for Joseph, seeing as he was fairly new to the city. And there were times you wanted to help him get to where he’s going. But you didn’t want to be that person who fell for a grifter, sweet talked into giving when you had enough until you had nothing. Even if there were a chance he’d want you, convince you to elope with him on a motorbike, heading to wherever the wind took you – what would you have to show for it when the man you’d rely on had no sense and not a penny to his name?

Love? 

“Well-”

“Guess who just got forty dollars easy, you bitches?” Joseph triumphantly boasted, slamming a couple of twenties with some change on the counter and sliding it towards the bartender. 

“How’d you come up with that so fast?” you asked.

Joseph smirked, “I have my ways.”

 In the next second, an older flushed man hastily pulled his pants up as he scrambled out of the bathroom; you gave an impressed nod.

“Lemme just…get that,” you swiped one of the twenties and pocketed it.

“Wh- hey! That could’ve covered half my tab!” Joseph protested.

“And now it’s covering half your rent,” you said, grinning at him.

Joseph sucked his teeth. “And here I was thinking you liked me for my smoldering personality.”

“Add on a bank account to that personality, and I might like you more than I do now.”

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i think i'll make a part 2 to this. I originally planned for there to be smut, but I'm burnt out lowkey. I got several different drafts on the backburner.

[silviakundera]

the 'big surprise' cdrama for me in 2023 that clearly didn't hit for anyone else but strangely I was all about it: Love You Seven Times

"This way, in the next life, and the life after that, you'll be able to find me."

"I may forget who I am, but I will never forget you again."

tbh 80% of the times I enjoy myself a xanxia but by the end I don't ship it. The couples torment each other too much and I emotionally disinvest. I started out already prepared to not care too much about the Love You Seven Times relationship, before one of them starts stabbing the other in the heart while marrying someone else. And then these bastards kept... not doing that? They sucked me in!

(Spoiler-heavy review)

When we are introduced to the 2 leads, they seem like your prototypical xanxia main characters. She's a super young cloud spirit. He's a jaded, cold & arrogant god of war who is impatient and derisive towards her hapless accidents & naivete.

But what's eventually revealed is that you aren't seeing the beginning of their story. These are actually the second incarnations of the essential characters - an immortal couple who are absolutely ride & die for each other, come hell or high water - and who cannot be kept apart or made to betray each other, no matter what tribulation they transmigrate into or how their memories are restricted.

We get:

* their original rom com to tragedy story, where they are wronged by the villian but never wrong each other

* a god arc [the story's bookend] where they are both missing their memories but come together again

(reborn as baby animals 🐯)

* mortal arc where she is transmigrated into a story and he is trapped in-character

* mortal arc where he transmigrated into a story and she is trapped in-character

* body swap mortal arc where they are both aware transmigrators

* demon realm arc where they are deep undercover and lie to each other while trusting implicitly

* a secret 8th thing, cause their love never dies

Usually the 'love trial'  arcs get a heavy fast forward from me. But here you have to invest or not watch at all. And I got interested because while per usual the mortal personas are Not Them... They then carry the collection of personas with them. Those experiences change them and actively linger. And the way the couple occupies these stories is fun - playing it straight, playing along, role swapping, cat demon petting...

This xanxia's lore says that the person's essence, the heart of them, is present deep-down: regardless of the outline proscribed by the Fate Book. And these guys are so very extra that they skew every trial they participate in. I liked how near the end, FL says do you know who I am? and ML lists all of her different identities she's carried. In Eternal Love, I was super annoyed by Ye Hua telling Bai Qian that I know you, you're Su Su. Sorry but to me Su Su has nothing in common with Bai Qian. But here, by the end, I did feel like all of those people are a part of FL and she feels that too.

"Who are you this time?"

For these two, I can believe it doesn't matter.

[bisexualmcqueen]

Ok listen, I know you literally just posted about McQueen's parents, but I am already so obsessed with them and would love to know more about them!! 💙

ok so this has been sitting in my askbox since JULY (CRAZY??) and ive been thinking about it ever since. thank you for bearing with me<3 quite frankly i needed to reacquaint myself a bit longer with cars/my cars ocs after a 4 year long break!! lightning is about 43 now in 2024, which means i have 4 decades of his story to mentally keep track of (simply the flavor of autism i have). i bounce all over like a laserbeam in a hall of mirrors.

alright. oliver and donna time. blanket warning for varied implied child abuse/neglect. [background info this ask is referencing!!] ***

the very basic core of these characters is looking at lightning mcqueen and wondering how the hell he wound up all fucked up the way he did. hes got all the issues (he thinks hes sooo normal but there are so many things going on that arent right). so i invented a couple of fucked up guys to fuck him up (mildly to moderate) in his formative years.

oliver is the main culprit here. oliver mcqueen. yes- one of the core aspects of this character is "Two Of Them". what if there was Another mcqueen. imagine a second mcqueen man (dear god). he had a dad somewhere along the line. and what a guy, oh i'm sadly a bit obsessed with oliver. hes like if lightning mcqueen was Worse. hes a boomer from the boston metro area and he thinks he's cool as shit like bernie madoff doing investing fraud, trying to get rich. he thinks hes the wolf of wall street of texas. his head is completely up his own ass and hes a mean little idiot worm. hes supposed to be raising monty but all hes taught him is 'every man for himself' and how to close the door quietly. that and other things.

they live in the dallas metro area together from about 1988-1999. oli does not want to raise this kid, so he sort of just throws food and tires at him occasionally. monty spends a lot of time outside, raising hell (where'd you learn to fly like that, city boy?). typical racecar behaviors. (his teachers find him impossible to deal with often as well).

not to say that oliver is some irredeemable evil freak- hes funny, hes charming, hes a bit of a badass, hes sort of a hot pathetic mess in a funny way. he does pass on some decent traits to his son, gives him good advice occasionally. he's crazy, but he works in an office, so most of his schemes are social and criminal. i recently made an AU where he's a racer, so hoping to post more about that as i develop. (a successful oliver is much more frightening than one distracted by failure!)

this has oliver and monty vibes, oddly enough:

don't be fooled- oliver could never hold a candle to the heart of logan wolverine. oliver is a republican and he hates women (he loves women /derogatory). oliver sucks enough that lightning straightup considers doc to be his actual dad. next! ***

ah, donna. origin of abandonment issues, ring ring!

she's less developed than oliver because she exits stage left pretty early on in the story, but we still love her (or hate her, up to interpretation!) i actually recently gave her a full name even: Donna Ann SteelDust. yep, steeldust as in the mythical foundational sire of the American Quarter Horse breed. partly because texas, partly because i love horses, and partly because in the 1950's there lived a pair of quarter horses who were father and son named Doc and Lightning. and they were racing quarter horses to boot! oh, and partly because the mother of lightning mcqueen deservedly needs a badass name.

donna has monty at about age 20, with a godless charmer from faraway boston, out of wedlock, in a small community somewhere towards western texas in the early 80's. oliver is fresh out of uni and a couple years older. donna is a waitress at the local eatery. girl, your taste in men is abysmal. you can NOT fix him. traveler meet-cute gone wrong...

hes miserable enough of a partner that he is ultimately what drives donna to leave. gone in the wind one day when monty is about six. she met someone new. someone who she thinks is kinder.

she puts the tv to RSN every sunday. she likes watching races- radio when theres no tv. when monty becomes obsessed, she gets him a little strip weathers figurine when shes out of town one day that he manages to hold onto til his teen years. they sit in front of the tv and watch together, and have popcorn made on the stovetop. when lightning recalls his mother, this is the first place his mind goes.

she didnt want a kid (as in unplanned). she didnt consciously try to be a good parent (neither did oliver). but she was sweet. well, sometimes, when she wasnt being a hot mess and stirring up drama.

originally, i was going to have her die before lightning became famous. oliver was going to also be dead by now (2024). but ive got some new ideas- oliver is in prison, donna is in denial about her famous son and festering with guilt. she does not reach out to him. (latter idea from Non).

to boil them down further: donna believes in love, oliver believes in money. they go about it the wrong way. they make mistakes. (part of lightning's obsession with money is in unconscious spite of his father- he wants to prove a point, that he was doing it all wrong, he can do better, he can Win ['i'll show him!']. consciously, lightning's money worries are about his own longevity. there is no lightning mcqueen parts factory: hes some sort of rare 1 of 1 anomaly. unconsciously again: death [mortality, time lost, being forgotten] frightens him. out loud, he says wrecking does. he does not connect any of these dots fully.)

a looottt of this is in flux, these characters still need significant development. but its a story about loneliness, about escaping the cycle, about finding your wings. this is not lightning's family, this isnt where he lands. he doesnt have christmas at ma's. you cant go home again- there's no one there for you and there never was. cps doesnt save you. you find yourself.

mostly this all comes from my fascination with lightning's mysterious origin. and frustration with it. what do you mean the only in-film lore we get is "i've been dreaming about it my whole life!" and "glen elen- my first win!". all his convoluted emotional shielding (for a minute there). he jumps at loud sounds and thinks someone is shooting at him. his natural jackass behavior even after he is 'reformed.' his clearly ignored mental health concerns. he drives me insane forreal. lightning mcqueen i will dissect you and put your parts spread out on a clean workbench you bitch. i will label and graph you in 4D space. im putting you in the bee centrifuge.

gonna cap this off with a recent sketch of donna. turns out corvettes are IMPOSSIBLE to draw, send help. more info about this timeperiod/my ocs are filed under the "origin fic era" and "my ocs" tags on this blog (mostly barren at this time though. will add more.). excited to refine these characters even more as time goes on!

thank you again for the ask!

[petri808]

Day 10 @flufftober - “love of my life” Tianshan drabble. MO’s POV

It took distance to make me finally admit just how much Tian meant to me. To think, a relationship that began with a fight and ending up as lovers was not something I could have imagined. Not ever, and certainly not with another man when I’d been simply scrapping by as a loser under the thumb of a heartless gang leader like She Li. Back then I didn’t have much of an opinion about myself other than ending up working some low wage job behind a stove somewhere and living with my mother. No one else but her cared, well, except maybe Buzzcut. It certainly wasn’t enough to make me care about myself. Why should I have? I was no genus at academics, pretty good cook and able to clean, but that just made me a servant, a slave— Big deal.

At first, He Tian wasn’t much different from She Li in that he pushed me around too. Cook for him, clean for him, drug me around on whims, scaring the hell out of me on too many occasions. And yet, it was… different. For starters, Tian paid me which was great for me and my mom since we could use the money. Tian didn’t beat me or use me for illegal stuff like getting into fights with rival gangs. But I have to say the turning point started with standing up for me and refusing to let me take the fall for something I didn’t do. Tian and Jian and Xi, the trio fighting with the school administration and using their connections, took me completely by surprise when I didn’t think I deserved their help. Buying me things and showing me another side of the world I never experienced before slowly pulled me in. Showing me what friendship really meant, well, isn’t that what we all want?

But… it’s when I saw the pain in Tian’s eyes when he found me broken and battered, and the anger he unleashed on She Li for breaking my body and spirit, then the ferocity he showed when they hurt Jian, just wow… how could it not have sucked me in? This man cared so damn much, taught me so much, it felt amazing when I scored that 80 on the test and the glimmer in his eyes of how proud he was for me. Damn, I knew then I was falling in love.

Then his brother had to take him away from us— from me, and send him to another school where I couldn’t follow. The bastard, I was so angry at first at Chen. Couldn’t the bastard see how much we meant to each other? Tch. Yeah, okay we kept in touch by phone and Tian would come home to visit during breaks, but for the majority of three years I had to endure without him. Just Jian and Xi as company, it wasn’t the same damn it! I really started to miss the times he would sneak into bed with me or watched me when he thought I was asleep. The kisses he’d sneak in or touching me and grabbing onto me when it was dark… I really, really missed it, him, and counted the days till I’d see him again. But most of all, I just missed the company and his support. Of him pushing me to do better in school and simply be a better man. So, I did what he hoped during our time apart and did my best in school, biding my time till the day we could reunite.

What will he think?

Jian Yi answered the knock on the bedroom door. It was Qi letting us know it was time to head down to the backyard.

“Ya ready?” Jian asked me and I nod yes… nervous, but ready for what was next. So he grins and straightens my tie before patting me on the shoulder. “Let’s go, your man awaits,” he teases.

Tch, I sneer but with a blushing grin. My man? Yeah, that man alright. I follow along as I’m lead then told to wait just inside the door to the backyard. We can hear the music starting to play. Oof, the nerves are kicking in. Excited nervous energy that’s making me grin from ear to ear— Dun, dun da dun, dun da da dun… Jian claps me on the back seconds before they door opens to the crowd of onlookers staring back at us from He Cheng’s backyard adorned with the makings of a garden wedding venue. A swallow hard to drench my parched throat as I see the love of my life standing at the end of the flower-laced aisle waiting for me with the biggest smile I think I’ve ever seen.

I take a deep breath and walk forward with a smile. Thank you, He Tian for choosing me…

[jowritesfanfiction]

Einstein

Fandom: Back to the Future

Ships: Doc Brown & Clara Clayton, Doc Brown & Marty McFly

Rating: General

Additional Tags: QPRs and this is basically Found Family

Summary: Einstein has had a good life with the Brown unit.

You can read the fic here!

CW: the dog dies :(

Einstein was the dog to see all 30 years of Emmett’s labor completed into the time machine Emmett had always hoped to create. 

After all the work Emmett had gone through to put the time machine together, he could finally see the progression of mankind—oh, the adventures they’d go on!

Now the adventures Emmett and Einstein did embark on were nothing Emmett had imagined. He’d always planned on going to the future or anywhere his curiosities drew him, but like most things in life, it did not go according to plan. 

Emmett wasn’t unhappy about his life. He had a new family with his great friends Clara, Einstein, and two boys they met along their travels: Jules and Verne. And, of course, there was Marty McFly who would visit from time to time.

For the time being, the Brown unit was settled just outside of Hill Valley. Emmett suggested to unanimous agreement that they should settle in 1985 to avoid any further messing with the space-time continuum. Clara agreed because the ’80s gave her more options in what she could do with her life. Jules and Verne enjoyed all the entertainment the late 20th century had to offer. Einstein, of course, didn’t mind where he lived so long as he was surrounded by his people (and had canned dog food). For several years the Brown unit lived happily in their home.

It was a comfortable sight. Clara and Emmett watched the boys playing some game with Einstein. 

“Does Einstein seem… sick to you?” Clara wondered, choosing her words carefully as the boys were within earshot.

“He looks tired.” 

“Maybe it’s time he has a break.”

Sure enough, Einstein came heaving his way back toward Emmett and Clara. He plopped himself right on the porch, then whined in pain.

“Awe but we just started playing!” Verne whined. 

“You can still play with me, Verne,” offered Jules.

“I don’t want to play with you. You’re boring.” Verne huffed and followed Einstein. “C’mon, Einie. Come play.”

Einstein yawned. Clara took him inside the house.

“We just started playing with him,” Verne repeated. “Why can’t we keep playing with him?”

“You know why,” Emmett began, “Einstein needs to take breaks in order to keep up with you two.”

“I don’t need any breaks.” 

“Well, yes, that’s because you’re young,” Emmett explained. “Einstein’s older, so he has significantly less energy than you.”

“You always say that.” Verne planted himself on the steps of the porch.

“I do say that. You don’t have as much energy for playing when you get older.”

“You mean I’m gonna be as boring as Jules?” Horror spread across the young boy’s face. Jules, who was distracting himself by picking up weeds, scowled at Verne.

Emmett calculated his next words carefully. “Uh, no. That’s different. Jules has energy, he just chooses to burn that energy off in different activities than you.” He continued his explanation: “For Einstein, his body just doesn’t have the capacity to exert as much physically.”

“Oh.” Verne sighed and rested his head in his hands. “Being old sucks! Adults suck!”

“No they don’t.” Jules popped up, hanging onto one of the porch’s posts.

“Yes they do. They’re tired all the time!” 

“That doesn’t mean they’re not fun.” 

Emmett interrupted the two. “Jules, stop hanging on the post.”

“Sorry.”

“What’s one fun adult then?” Verne demanded.

Jules opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was the carbon dioxide his huff produced.

“See? None of them. There’s none.”

“Clara and Emmett are fun.”

“They don’t count.”

Jules squinted his eyes. “What about Martin?”

“Oh, yeah! Marty!” Verne lit up. “When’s he coming to visit us?”

Emmett answered. “Whenever he likes. He should be on summer break by now.”

“Can’t you call him to come visit?”

“Well, he’s most likely visiting his family and Jennifer.”

“You said he was our family.”

“He’s part of our family, but he also has his parents and siblings to see.”

“I want him to visit us.”

Jules rolled his eyes and went inside.

“Maybe you should head inside, too.”

“Fine.” 

Once inside, the two boys disappeared to their rooms. Clara had curled herself into a book in the kitchen. Emmett went to find Einstein who had retired himself in the living room. 

“Hey, Einie.” 

Einstein’s ears perked up and his tail thumped against the wall. Emmett sat down beside Einstein and gently patted him. Einstein panted and wagged his tail more. 

“You’re a good boy, Einstein.” Emmett sat in silence with his friend. 

Emmett began rubbing Einstein a bit more roughly and Einstein promptly puked on the floor.

“Clara, do we still have those old towels?” Emmett called.

“I think so.” Clara got up and looked for the towels. “Why?”

Emmett entered the kitchen. “Just an accident with Einstein is all.”

“Let me see.” 

“I’ll look for the towels.” 

After finding the towels, Emmett joined Clara in the living room and the two began to clean up the mess. Emmett glanced at Clara. She was examining her towel.

Emmett spoke first. “Perhaps he was just dehydrated.”

Clara nodded. “He’ll be alright.”

~

“Can I take Einstein for a walk?” Jules popped up, perching his elbows on the armrest.

Emmett set down his book. “What is he doing right now?”

“Nothing.”

“Does he seem like he wants to do anything?”

“No…” muttered Jules. “Can we give him a bath though? He stinks.”

“Of course he’s going to stink, you’ve been taking him outside where he’s susceptible to dirt and sweating.”

“No, he smells real weird.” Jules’s face was of the utmost seriousness. 

Emmett squinted his eyes. “How?”

Jules led Emmett to where Einstein was lying. Upon getting closer to his friend, Emmett couldn’t detect any bad smell. After a few more seconds, it became apparent that Einstein did smell. Not in a pungent and rancid way, but, for lack of a better word, off. 

“Oh, he’s not dirty, Jules,” Emmett assured the young boy.

“Then why does he smell like that?”

“Hormones and sweat do that to your body. It’s very normal when you get older.”

Jules seemed to be processing the information and manually storing it in his brain.

“He’s been old for a while. How come only now he’s smelling like that?”

“That’s a great question.” Emmett started. He wasn’t sure what he should say. Jules had a right to know what was really happening. Surely he was old enough to understand it all. Emmett took a breath. “It’s because Einie’s going to die soon.”

Jules furrowed his eyebrows, then they softened. “Can we help him?”

“We can certainly be more gentle with him.”

Jules stared at his feet.

“Do you have any other questions?”

“No. I think I’m going to go be by myself.” 

“Alright.” Emmett gave him a soft smile. 

Emmett looked over at Einstein. His old friend was like a shell of his former self. On good days Jules could get him to walk to the mailbox and back, other times it was only to the porch and back. The pain in his body made it difficult to move. 

Einstein used to join the Brown unit in the dining room to eat his dinner, but lately Einstein had avoided the dining room. Clara suggested they move his water and food bowl to the living room by Einstein’s bed. 

“Einie…” Emmett lamented. He stared at his companion. 

“Dinner’s almost ready—” Clara interrupted, “—Are you alright?”

“Just thinking.” Emmett sighed, joining Clara in the kitchen. “I told Jules.”

“About…?”

“Einstein.”

There was a pause before Clara spoke. “Is he okay?”

“He understood what I meant. He’s just going to spend time by himself for a bit.”

“I’ll put his serving in the refrigerator.” 

“We should tell Verne, too.”

“Tell me what?” Verne appeared in the doorway. His hands were covered by a fine layer of dirt. Why he had dirt on his hands was beyond question at this point. 

“Wash your hands for dinner.” Clara replied. She gave Emmett a look. 

The three Browns settled together around the table.

“What were you guys talking about?” Verne wondered aloud.

“We were talking about Einstein,” Clara said plainly.

“Like how he’s got old?”

“A little about how he’s gotten old.”

“Like what?”

It was Emmett’s turn to answer. “Einstein’s dying.”

“Why?”

“That’s just what happens to living organisms when they reach a certain age.”

“He’ll come back,” Verne assured the other two.

“No, Verne,” Clara said softly, “he won’t come back. Once he’s dead, he’s gone.”

“But when I die in Mario, I still get to play.”

“Real life’s different from video games. It doesn’t work like that, I’m afraid,” Clara tried to explain.

“Then what’ll happen to him if he doesn’t come back?”

“He’ll be in a much better place.”

~

The sky was a navy color and the air stood still. Emmett was out on the porch, unable to sleep. 

What if one of the boys sees Einstein dead first? How do I tell Marty? When do I tell Marty? How long do we have?

Emmett heard the soft padding of footsteps. Emmett turned around to see who had accompanied him.

“What are you doing up so late?” came Clara’s voice.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Do you need something?”

“I’m fine, thank you.” Emmett sighed. “You can go back to bed.”

“Are you alright?”

“Fine, fine. Just thinking.”

Clara walked over by Emmett. “Me too.”

“About what?”

“The same thing you are, I suspect.”

“Yes, the night air is much cooler out here, don’t you think?”

Clara gave Emmett a look. “You know that’s not what we’re thinking about.”

Emmett sighed. “Do you want to talk about it?” he offered.

“Only if you want to.”

“I don’t have anything to say,” he admitted.

“That’s alright. We don’t have to say anything.” Clara sat on the porch stairs. Emmett joined her.

The two sat in silence. Clara looked out at the sky, looking for the different stars. The sky wasn’t clear like it was in 1885, but out in the open, she could still see all her stars.

“A little bit ago there was a supernova,” Clara said.

Emmett didn’t say anything. She didn’t expect him to.

“Supposedly, it had the power of a hundred suns. I hope they got pictures of it.”

“Then you can show me.”

“I’d love to.” Clara smiled. 

There was more silence.

“Did you know that Johannes Kepler was probably the first person to see a supernova?”

“I didn’t. Fascinating.”

“It really is. It’s even named after him.”

Emmett mumbled. “My father gave me this book about different scientists. He’d have me read about one and I’d write down my favorites. Kepler was one of them. That’s how I named my first dog.”

“What was the book?”

“I don’t recall. It probably was burnt in the house fire.”

“I could look for another one like it.”

“That’s alright. I think it’s better in my memory than being replaced,” Emmett replied.

There was silence again.

“There’s still remnants of Kepler’s Supernova out in space. I just find that beautiful. This star that died four hundred years ago is still around and remembered, even if no one can see it.”

Clara stood up and patted Emmett’s head. 

“I’m going back to bed. Don’t stay up too late, okay?” She opened the door. 

Emmett waited for Clara to have fallen asleep before he went back inside. He pushed an armchair near Einstein and sat down on the floor with his back against the chair.

“Hey, Einie,” he whispered.

Einstein twitched in his sleep, then he whined. 

“How are you?”

Einstein stirred in his sleep, then rose his head to look at Emmett. 

“I’m sorry to wake you up,” Emmett apologized. “You can go back to bed, everything’s fine, boy.”

Einstein lazily wagged his tail and rested his front paws and head on Emmett’s lap. Emmett affectionately rubbed Einstein’s head. 

“I remember when I found you in the shelter. If I recall, you were about half the height of my lower leg. Now look at you. You can hardly fit in my lap. Don’t roll your eyes at me. It makes you a good pillow for Verne.” Emmett’s mind began to wander.

“You’ve been a good friend to all of us here. I hope you know that.”

Emmett thought of the letter he’d sent to Marty when he was stuck in 1885. 

And please take care of Einstein for me. I know you will give him a good home. Remember to walk him twice a day and that he only likes canned dog food.

How could he have ever considered giving up Einstein? Sure, he was stuck in 1885 and didn’t want to risk any further disruption of the space-time continuum, but after everything Einstein had been through with him? 

Einstein’s breaths were shaky and irregular. Emmett tried to focus on that and not on the past or the future. Just the present.

“Sometimes I wish I had made that mind reading machine. Maybe I’d be able to understand what it felt like to be the world’s first time traveler,” Emmett smirked at his friend. “World’s First Time Traveler…that’s quite the title for you.”

Einstein weakly wagged his tail and attempted to lick Emmett’s cheek.

“No, you lay down and save your energy.” Emmett wiped his eyes. “You’ve meant a great deal to me all these years. And you’ve done so much for me— for all of us. I just wish there was a way I could relay my gratitude to you in a way you’d understand.”

Einstein whined. It was a whine that was produced only out of habit, but caused more pain, like when you have to swallow, but your throat is swollen. 

“I know…” Emmett managed, “I know it’s time for you to leave. It’s alright. You can go now, Einie.”

Quiet filled the house. Nothing moved. 

Emmett softly counted. He got to a minute; a minute where Einstein remained still.

Emmett tried to say something, but all he did was choke on his words. He bent over and hugged his friend. He remained in the living room into the early morning.

“Emmett?” a drowsy Jules yawned. 

“Hello, Jules.” Emmett replied shakily.

“I couldn’t sleep.” Jules carefully made his way by Emmett and sat down. “I was thinking about Einstein.”

Both of them noticed the tear stains that ran down the other’s face. Jules’s eyebrows turned upwards and his lip began quivering. Emmett got on his knees and hugged the boy. He could feel Jules shake. 

They walked to the kitchen. 

“It’s okay.” Emmett handed over a glass of water. “I’m sad, too.”

Jules gulped. “I wish I had been nicer to him and not made him play all the time.”

“Jules, there’s no need to apologize. Einstein loved playing with you two. I’m certain of that.”

“He wanted to play with us?”

“Precisely.”

The stairs whined. Jules and Emmett peered into the hallway from where they were in the kitchen. Clara appeared in the doorway. Her eyes grew wide and then softened. She hugged both of them. The house stayed silent except for the occasional sniffle. 

The last one up was Verne. He scanned the kitchen in confusion. Jules clutched his cup tightly.

“Why’s everybody so quiet?” Verne asked.

“Einstein’s dead…” Clara explained.

Verne looked at everyone again. He saw their saddened faces and began to sob. Clara handed him a glass of water and helped to calm him down. Jules’s eyes swelled up and he held out his cup for more water. Emmett filled the cup and rubbed Jules’s shoulder. 

Emmett disappeared into the hallway and dialed the phone. He was thankful for his muscle memory as his vision became clouded and blurred.

“H’lo?” the other end answered.

“Sorry to wake you so early, Marty, but I’m afraid I have some terrible news.” Emmett kept going, afraid that if he stopped, he wouldn’t be able to say anything. “Einstein’s…he’s…he’s dead.”

There was a pause. “This is heavy.” 

“I know. I wish I could have told you at a more opportune time, but…” 

“No. It’s fine. I’ll be over as fast as I can.”

~

The whole group assembled outside around the little grave they dug for Einstein. They all looked at each other, searching for what to do.

“Should we sing?” Clara asked.

“We can.”

“Does everyone know Amazing Grace?”

“I forgot the words,” Verne admitted.

“We’ll hum it then.”

The group hummed one verse of the song before Verne started crying again.

“I could recite a poem,” Marty suggested. 

“That’s a great idea,” Emmett agreed.

Somberly, Marty recited a poem. He was shaky throughout, but no one paid any attention to it. 

“Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower; 

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf,

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day

Nothing gold can stay.”

“That was beautiful, Marty,” Clara breathed. “Did you write that?”

“No. It’s a Robert Frost poem.”

“Would anyone else like to say something?” Emmett asked.

“Godspeed, Einstein,” Verne said. The rest of the procession echoed him.

“Let’s all head inside and I’ll make some lemonade,” Clara suggested.

“I’ll be there in a minute.” Emmett stared at the little mound of dirt as he heard Clara, Jules, and Verne head back to the house.

Marty shuffled up next to Emmett, also staring at the mound. “I’m sorry, Doc.” He patted Emmett’s arm.

“I’m sorry, too.” Emmett wrapped an arm around Marty. Marty did the same. 

“You think Einstein knew we loved him?” Marty murmured.

“I know for a fact he did.”

The two best friends looked at each other and smiled a melancholic smile. Marty gave Emmett a quick hug and headed inside. 

Emmett began to follow, but stopped. He turned back around and glanced once more at his partner of so many years.

“It’s been a pleasure to have you around, Einstein.”

[tripstitan]

Yee Gods Yes

Found this on Harvard Health while I was thinking up a reply to a post about which hypersensitivity a person has the most of. (Hint, for me, it's all. Tactile, light, sound, crowd-overstimulation... Every sense of mine is heightened except smell, which I do not have as a sense. I'm anosmic I think is the term.)

Holy hell that would have been useful when I was trying to "be normal" for most of my life, trying to act as if I were neurotypical and not disabled, trying to work within the bounds of society's expected rules. Way to go Harvard Health. This sorta stuff needs to be seen more often by more people, especially employers.

I don't even realize that I'm stimming when I have to "even out" the pressure on either sides of my cuticles. Like if my right thumb gets pressure along its left half, I have to tap/press the right half of the cuticle thingy in response. Sometimes I just have to hit both sides, then eventually, all my fingers need evening out on both sides of my nail(which, once I notice, can become a near endless spiral, because I use my other finger edges to even out the pressure on my other finger edges...)

Don't even get me started on how wearing denim feels like my flesh is on fire. (Tactile hypersensitivity + fibromialgia = NO JEANS PLEASE.)

I used to be more heavily synesthetic, or have synesthesia to a higher degree. (Maybe I still do, but I've avoided the main triggers for a long, long time.) To me, voices and sounds have/had flavor. Too many voices/too much sound ends up just tasting like vomit, just nasty worst flavors combined coming to the fore. Yuck. Crowds suck. School assemblies SUUUUUUUCKED. I know I was a weird creepy kid, and the few things I remember from my past (yay trauma blanking out memories for me,) I'm pretty regretful of. I was sheltered, and I was an idiot... but I... anyway, let's just say I'm glad I'm in a position in life where if I don't want to, I'll never have to enter a crowded/loud space ever again.

As far as sound, and/or light, it depends on the day, because I do get photosensitive migraines, but I'm hyperaural/hyperaudiosensitive all the time. Depending on how I focus my ears, I can hear things, usually further away things, more clearly. It feels like I'm turning an internal radar dish in a crowded room, picking up other people's conversations, unable to hear the person right next to me trying to speak over the noise. ... I can also hear the thrum of electricity in power lines, and, with enough familiarity, can tell you whether or not someone has more appliances running than normal at the end of a segment of power lines. (I could always tell if dad was watching TV before I made it the 200 yards home down our long-arse dirt driveway basically out in the woods, based on the static hum in the power lines. It was just a tiny bit more audible, or a slightly different pitch. I think I probably could have also learned to guess if he'd opened the fridge and it had to kick in to cool things, or was using the microwave, but the easiest one to prove was the TV being on, or not, as based on the sound when I arrived home from school.)

Sarcasm suuuuuucks to try to detect. I trained myself to learn inflections and so on, and some people deliver without inflection! Or use it online, where there is no inflection! I... yeah I went undiagnosed most of my life, my therapist and I are proud of how far I'd come without help, without even knowing what I was facing. I grew up pretty poor, raised by a single parent, in the 80s and early 90s into late nineties and early 2000s, before there really was a ubiquity of internet access, before anyone could even reasonably be expected to have access to information, especially when living in such a rural area, or areas, as we did.

Anyway, sort of like Ren's admission in Hi Ren, as I got older, I learned to be less rigid about attempting to fit into society, and I honestly lucked out by landing on my feet in the way that I did. It was a pretty long, multi-year fall, a tumble if you will, to the outskirts and edges of society. Not quite as graceful or eloquent as Ren's "an eternal dance, a pendulum swinging between the light and the dark, and that the harder the light shone, the deeper the darkness that followed it" or such. I'm paraphrasing. (Seriously, if you haven't watched it, Hi Ren puts a lot of feelings to words that peeps in our situations feel and deal with. Impostor syndrome, depression, intrusive thoughts, struggling with disabilities and getting the help we need, and so on. I guess content warning for it, since it's pretty personal and deep. I dunno what TW to say, maybe uh... bpd? Ren acts out two different internal voices in the song.)

Gods, I'm letting all this stuff get way too personal. It's just supposed to be my webnovel ad blog thingy. Then again, AAoMM is a huge part of me, it's a chunk of almost everything that I am, in a lot of ways. It's already pretty darn personal, carrying so much of me with it.

[the-firebird69]

And yes this is Mr Incredibles car. He is too big for it and he's not that big he's about 6 foot 5 but he weighs probably 380 no it's probably only about 300 pounds he's pretty big and it's too big for it. And I guess he tries making them out of metal and he sucks and the thing comes out like crap and he should have tested it then again he might be juiced up and it works fine so he makes these and he brings them to the usa and finds out that the seals blow and he didn't use the right seals in the engine and all this stuff but we can make them since he is and it's a wonderful vehicle. It goes about 80 and that's this vehicle ours will go about 120 and the guys like where'd you find that it's like this Australian mini and it's the guy that cooks all the meat so it's an interesting vehicle and we can make it real sturdy and real quick by stamping and you stamp out the shell and we have a method we can stay at the top of it and the bottom and just connect them and you put the frame into the stamping and yeah it works pretty good and we can build this kind of thing and make that kind of a plant and they almost did with the harvester many years ago and we're gonna have to and you can't really eliminate the seals that are rubber but you have to fix the seals all over the thing and there's a rubber mix you can make that's resistant to radiation and our son and daughter know about it and it kinda helps out and they know how to do it it's a little harder material. it's true there's a few methods one of them is to mix in lead and it does have an effect it does work in this other material that will work. We are going ahead and putting this into the pipe. And this is one of my favorite cars this particular car. So he says we should probably get it going and we should make a kit and yeah he's cooking with Jack Daniels which is good and he put a little in but not much but he barbecues a lot he doesn't eat a ton of it and he's saying ohh my god I'm doing what he does so he is but here's the point

- We will go ahead and start a kit and on several different chassis one of them is the small teeny SUV it's like a sub compact SUV and it's it's not a mini and it's not the other type of mini cars but it's just a regular subcontract subcompact SUV with front wheel drive and then a subcontact SUV with all wheel drive and he wants to make this into a utility vehicle and he's comparing it to these wood pellets because it's really bark and waste from construction and things people would throw away and it's really useful they use it on tons of stuff and it burns very even for power plants and they use it a lot they make so many of these things it works really well so we're gonna go ahead and start a kit it will probably end up being fiberglass and people will wanna do it that bang up their car because they can't get the panels and it's hard to do it's hard to get the panels and it's a pain in the **** to fix it and you get a roll cage and we're thinking of his bolt up you can bolt it together and you use something like Loctite But it really melts the bolt in and you can't take it out. Is a very good deal it works very well a lot of people like it and it makes it possible we are going to begin the process of starting this vehicle up and we are going to start making them. And he wants our kit car group and me and my wife and Hera design it together And I agree with that new and Thor and Freya and people are interested to get together and design it and put it to rest and get it going. so we want the kit car company people to of ours to set a date and time for design review it will probably design it and have them review it or get it going along and have us have them set it up so they can get it done and they're getting ready now.

Zig Zag

good

Hera i help and good you too and stop it hahaha lol a winch and ogood andd not wench lol hahaha beer me and ok hmm

Oympus

beer me online beer oardering good one and it is Hera yes

Thor Freya

[yesyourstalker]

Cirrina: so what do we do when we get home

Ikkan: we're going to start harvesting The rest of our crop from last season and we're going to start laying down our new crop. After we water and lay down fertilizer.

Cirrina: what are you going to do with the harvest?

Ikkan: we have at least two crates for us. Give some to the village and the rest goes to the grocery store.

Cirrina: oh... You also sell milk and eggs?

Ikkan: yep. We'll milk the manatees tomorrow, for now let's unload them and put them back in their barn.......Dad we're back!

Cirrina: We got meat!

Merv: great! Ikkan put it in the ice chests out back. Cirrina sweetheart is your dad teaching you how to drive yet?

Cirrina: a little bit he said I'm allowance to get my learner's permit when I'm 16

Merv: well good news for you. You don't need a license to drive a tractor. Come on, come with Grandpa. You two Noji let's go!

Noji: coming!

Ikkan: hey-What are you covered in?

Warabie: eggs. ...One of those stupid krill tripped me up and I landed on top of some

Ikkan:.oh ....mwell it was just one basket. It's a good thing that they lay a lot of eggs...

Warabie: *sigh*.. .. I'm going to be honest, I don't really think I'm made for this kind of stuff..... I think I'm going to bail. My dad would be pissed...

Shimi: oh no you don't!! As long as I'm here, you're here!! You're not leaving this place!...

Warabie: WELL FUCK I DON'T WANT TO KEEP DOING THIS!! THIS SUCKS........*sniff*....ugh. .... Cod you stink

Shimi: shut up. ...... If your father asks, I'll be in the shower.

Ikkan: ummm actually we still need you

Shimi: uhhhhh what?

Ikkan: we need you two to go around town and pick up these wire baskets from every doorstep. Come back then place a dozen eggs in the basket and go around and put them back on the doorstep after ringing the bell

Shimi: *sigh*.... very well

Ikkan:....*sigh*

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Nautical: GOOOOOD MORNING MY PARTY PEOPLE I HOPE WE'RE NOT TOO HUNG OVER BECAUSE OUR 2ND DAY OF TIDAL WAVE FESTIVAL IS STARTING NOW WITH THE CAPSIZERS!!!

Crowd: SCREAMING

Capsizers: I JUST WANTED TO SAY JUST BECAUSE WE DECIDED TO PLAY DOESN'T MEAN WE LIKE ANY OF YOUS. THE FACT THAT SOME OF YOU @$&¿ PAID HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS TO BE HERE MAKES ME SICK. ESPECIALLY SINCE YOU'RE SPENDING MOMMY AND DADDIES MONEY AND NOT YOUR OWN MONEY........FUCK ALL OF YA BUNCH AH!!! @#$&....(hack)...(Spit)...1234!!!!

Mahi: I see why neta loves this band

Mizole: you wanna watch the show from the ferris wheel?..... maybe make out a bit

Mahi: ............alright...let me head to the bathroom first

Mizole: I'll meet you at the wheel... Wait! Can you fill my water bottle?

_______________________________________________ Baja: *snoring*...........*snoring*...............*snoring*.......

Neta:.....................................*sigh*

Baja:.............*snoring*........*shoring*....

TV news anchor: today's weather is going to be nice and sunny around 95° with an 80% chance of rain. So make sure you bring your umbrella..... Here's the forecast for this week. It's going to be a very hot season this summer but very rainy folks

Baja:....*snoring*.............huh ........hmm morning.....

Neta: hey..... You want salmon eggs or krill eggs?

Baja: uhhh krill eggs is fine

Neta: here you go......

Baja: thanks..........*eating*..... Eggs taste good.... Bacon is pretty good too

Neta: hmm.......*eating*.........*sigh*............... when your dad died..........where you upset ?

Baja:..*eating*..............………… yes

Neta: mmmm....ok

Baja: why do you ask?

Neta:........... I don't know................. I just don't feel right about it. Like I'm not- I am upset about it I just....eh

Baja: ....... The one thing that I regret, is not spending more time with my dad before he passed. We didn't get along all the time and we did fight but....... we did love each other.... I wish I expressed that a lot more before passed.... But I know that he knew that I loved him...

Neta: hmmmm......*eating*....

Baja: so what do you plan on doing today?

Neta: nothing.... I was just thinking of going back to bed... I've been busy recently. I haven't wallowed in my bed in a while

Deadbeat[dad]: hey we need to talk it's important I'll drop by tonight

Neta:k

Ikkan: morning babe take your meds and check your glucose love you <3

Cirrina got to drive a tractor today look

Neta: or not...... Oh my little girl's driving

Baja: I think your sea bunny chewed on my shirt

Neta: Yeah she tends to do that

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Mahi: *sigh*...ok.... Ferris Wheel time..... alright......*inhale*...ohhhhh why now?.......hey spyke

Spyke: well well I've been looking all over for you! How have you been? It's been awhile hasn't? Hehehehe The last time I saw you were-

Mahi: fuck off. Bye. .

Spyke: wait hold up! .......I just want to catch up. I know we didn't leave good terms but I feel like we're both grown as people hemhemhem...*sigh*....soooo.... You look nice........your fins are going out just fine

Mahi: (swat) don't touch me.....I have to go

Spyke: oh come on. Why do you keep trying to run away from me?...... Are you still friends with warabie are you still not on speaking terms? I've seen you around Rock Shock do you work there?

Mahi:.................................................................(Leave)

Spyke: one thing that hasn't changed is your rudeness!

Mahi: LET GO ME!

Spyke: Listen to me you little shit I tried being nice and carpe but you're starting to piss me the fuck off ...... now I'm going to try again and this time you're going answer my question.

Mahi: .........*huff*....*huff*...........fuck you...(Swig)

Spyke AHH....MY EYE !!! .YOU FUCK!.....

Mahi: it was nice seeing you again! Byyyye!

Mizole: took you so long?

Mahi: someone was puking in one of the porta potty so there was a long wait. Also, I went to the popcorn stand... Here's your water

Mizole: thanks............

Mahi: *eating*.........*eating*

Mizole: babe?..... why is there blood-

Mahi:...................

Mizole:..... hey... you want to sit down? You're looking a little pale are you ok? Are you doing okay?

Mahi: yeah yeah.....hehe....I'm fine

Mizole: alright........

Mahi: so we're going to make out or what?....hehehe [kissing]

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Cirrina: ok what do I do?

Merv: ok...so first, let's check the hitch. Make sure The tractor is connected to the octato digger..... Make sure it's hooked in so it won't detach during harvesting .. .... Looks good. All right, let's climb in... Usually tractors are one sitters but Noji insisted putting a second chair

Noji: there's nothing wrong with having company when doing chores.

Merv: can't really argue with that.... But maybe next time you can bring some friends who know what they're doing..... I like Harmony she's a nice girl but-

Noji: Okay, in her defense......she asked if it was street legal first. which it is!

Merv: we're not going to talk about this again... come on Cirrina......(Pat Pat)....sit on grampa's lap.... Hold firmly onto the wheel. Putting the key in the ignition .. I'll do the pedals so that'll be my job...

Cirrina: ok.....okok so then what?

Merv: you just got to hold on to the wheel... I'll tell you when to turn

Cirrina: *gasp*.... we're moving!!! Hehehehe... HIII IKKAN! LOOK I'M DRIVING!!

Ikkan: heh...(waving)....hi Cirrina! ....hold on let me see if I can take a picture.......... send that to Neta

Cirrina: hehe this is fun. I thought working on a farm would suck

Merv: *sigh*.... This brings me back. Remember when I used to put you two on my lap and let you drive the tractor......

Noji: yeah... Remember that time I pushed ikkan out of the tractor

Merv: I remember his arm being in a sling for a whole month

Noji: he was just being dramatic

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Neta: alright dad what do you want?

Gai: It's not an emergency or anything........ Recently I was informed that I have full access to my old house in land and property

Neta: what?

Gai: we got our old house back. And I want to take you there and show you...... You were too young. You were a baby, actually when we lost the house so.... I want to at least show you it...... I even made copies our old house key so you can have one

Neta: ........... Where is our old house?

Gai: it'll have to be a 2-day drive....

Neta: ....................*sigh*.... ................ .............. alright dad.... We'll leave next week........ Be here by 7:00 a.m.

Gai: great

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Octoling lady: oh you must be here to deliver the eggs?.... I didn't know Merv had new workers I heard his two boys in town to help

Warabie: we're just here for a visit. And we're helping him out. Here are your eggs ma'am

Octoling kid: mom....mom..... It's a man on the CD look!

Octoling lady: Benjamin!..... I'm sorry hehehe kids...

Octoling kid 2: It's also that man from that one movie. The movie that we're not allowed to watch. You called it um....prop. ah... Propaganda.... He was in a propaganda movie for the octarian arm-

Octoling lady: well! thank you for the eggs! We really do appreciate it.....here I made some squid barry preserves for here take some jars....uhhh ... have a pleasant day goodbye.........(SLAM)

Warabie: what the fuck was that!?

Shimi: different culture warabie their opinion on the great turf war is a lot different then ours overseas...

Mahi and @fish-at-fish-fish-resort were spyke outside of the festival

[keepermcge]

Anyway, I love him

X X X X X X

[ughitsnic]

Baby Steps: Robin Buckley x Reader

Another kinda angsty one, from the request/ask I posted earlier. I’ll link it here

Warnings? Language and homohobia

Also really importantly Before I start I just want to say I can’t imagine how awful being openly out as a lesbian in the 80s would be. When I came out, everyone treated me so differently, girls stopped being my friend and everyone always had something negative to say. It was horrible, and compared to others my experience is a walk in the park. So whilst it’s unrealistic to the time I really don’t want to focus on homophobia because reading has always been my escape and I know that’s true for many people, so I’m going to keep it to the absolute minimum because in all honesty I don’t want to write it in great detail because it sadly is still a reality.

You were doodling in your book, and if anyone was to ask you anything about the class you wouldn’t be able to answer a single question about what the teacher had been going on and on and on about. What you did know however, was that the jocks behind you were making your patience run incredibly thin. You heard your name mentioned yet again, along with a snicker. You drop your pencil down, and spin around to face them.

“Oh hey y/n” Katie laughs, covering her mouth trying to hide the stupid smile on her face.

“Hey girlie” you say as fake as possible.

“Y/n, is it true you eat pussy?” David asks, snorting as he laughs.

“Yeah…” you look between all of them, confused.

“Gross” David laughs.

“David… are you gay?” You ponder, why else would he find the gross?

“Fuck off”

“Why would you say that?” Katie looked just as offended.

“I’m sorry” you pout. Her expression turns to confusion. “You know that you’re super handsome boyfriend over here” you motion to David. “Thinks eating out his girlfriend is gross. I bet that sucks having to fake your orgasms all the time” David’s face turns just as red as Katie’s.

“No- no I don’t” she sounded unsure, obviously lying.

“Is that a lie? David, don't be embarrassed, lots of men can’t please women in bed. It’s okay”

“As if you’d know how to” David snaps back.

“I do know David, actually. I make my girlfriend scream every night. If you need tips, don’t be afraid to ask” you wink, turning back round a smug grin on your face as you go back to doodling.

“What the hell was that?” Robin whispers, nudging your arm.

“Relax, I didn’t say it was you” you make sure to keep your voice low.

“Still! If anyone found out about-” she pauses, you let out a long exaggerated sigh.

“Your secrets safe with me” you hold out your pinky.

“You’re such a dork” she intertwined her pinky with yours.

“So are you, and that’s why we are BEST friends” you wink, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

You and Robin lived on the same street, so you always walked home hand in hand… unless other people were around, then she was quick to drop your hand… so by always you actually mean only sometimes.

“Do you want to come around for dinner tonight?” You ask her, watching how she looks around so scared that everyone was going to see the two of you holding hands.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“Don’t apologise baby, my moms making fajitas tonight and I know how much you love them” you offer, hoping she would say yes… mainly so you could sit in your room and make out without the fear of someone seeing. “Then later we could go on a drive”

“Oh a drive?” She wiggles her eyebrows.

“Robin!” You gasp dramatically. “Get your head out of the gutter!” She laughs.

“Sorry I’m just curious, I overheard that you know how to make girls scream”

“That’s how it starts, just curiosity and before you know it you’ve caught the gay” you tease.

“The gay” she says dramatically.

“It’s a disease… according to David anyway”

“God he’s such a douche” she giggles, stopping outside her gate. “I’ll ask my dad, if I can come round. Wait here” you watch her rush into the house, leaving the door open ajar. You kick an empty can of cola around, waiting for your girlfriend. The new minutes felt like a lifetime. “Okay dad, see you later” Robin shouts, walking down the path. She looks around before taking your hand.

“I was thinking later we go on a drive to our spot?” You propose robin nods quickly.

“Our happy place” the way she says ‘ours’ makes your heart flutter. ‘Your spot’ was a parking lot in the next town over which overlooked the entire town and had the best sunsets.

Whilst robin was freshening up in the bathroom, you stood in the kitchen, helping out your mom,

“Hey mom, I was wondering if I could maybe borrow the car after dinner?” You ask, laying out the knives and forks.

“As long as you both wear your seat belts” you watch her dish out everything. “Also, young lady” she points at you with a knife, her cheery tone gone. “If I find another scratch on the car, it will be the very last time you sit behind that wheel” she threatens.

“Yes ma’am” you salute her.

“Oh behave” all her seriousness gone.

“Dinner was amazing miss y/l/n” Robin says, collecting the dishes and taking them to the sink.

“How many times do I have to tell you, leave the dishes to me Robin” your mom adored Robin, she always jokes about how she is the daughter she never had. Your mom definitely had her suspicions about the two of you, but never brought it up. Instead she would loudly announce she’s about to come into your room, waiting a second and then opening your door.

“Really? It’s no trouble” robin assures your mom, but she was quick to dismiss her.

“Robin, leave them otherwise you’re never invited for dinner again!”

“Are you positive?”

“Robin!” Your mother shouts, taking a long drink of her wine. “The keys are in my purse honey, both of you be safe” you take them, Robin following you to the front door. “And wear your seat belts!”

“I’ll make sure she does” Robin calls back.

“Good girl”

The journey is on the longer side, but I guess it has to be if you want privacy, so nobody from school sees the two of you out on a date, or something as simple as a drive in the evening. You groan internally as you stop at yet another red light, drumming your fingers against the wheel. Robin had her arm out of the window singing along to herself.

“Baby, look at that dog” she says excitedly pointing, you look over at the chocolate Labrador.

“He looks like Bruce” you ponder.

“Bruce? Nah, maybe” she trails off. “Tina, he could be a she you never know”

“That’s true, yet my bets are on Bruce and I know I’m right” she just hums in response.

“That’s funny” Robin giggles

“What is?”

“That you’re always right” she smiles wildly at you.

“Weird coincidence that” you shrug as robin begins to lean in to kiss you, her lips barely brushing against yours before you both jump back in your seat, the car behind you honking.

“Shit” you look up at the green light, slamming your foot down. “How long do you think it was on green?” You bite your lip. Robin turns to look at the guy in the car behind.

“Well judging at how angry he looks right now, I’m going to say a while” you shrug it off, turning the radio up, Africa by toto starting. You look over at robin, before turning it up even more.

“I hear the drums echoing tonight, but she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation” you sing, using your fist as a microphone, not hitting a single note.

“She’s coming in 12:30 flight” robin leans towards your hand, grabbing your wrist. Mumbling the words she didn’t know, you doing the same, struggling to sing because you were both laughing too much.

“Hurry boy, it’s waiting there for you!” you both practically scream, slowing down at another red light. “It’s gonna take a lot to take me away from you” you both pointed at each other, faces inches apart, both windows down so both of your hair was flying wildly about in front of your eyes. “There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do!” You giggle resting your head on her shoulder. You sit back up straight, the light turning to green. As you speed down the street, you sneak glances over at Robin, a huge grin on her face as you both continue to sing at the top of your lungs. She leans over, kissing your cheek.

“I can see you staring, maybe you should keep your eyes on the road” robin suggests, biting her lip in attempt to hide her smile.

“Good idea” but you couldn’t, you continued to admire how happy and carefree she looked and couldn’t help but feel a twang of sadness knowing that moments like these didn’t last forever.

It didn’t take much longer until you were at the parking lot, the blue sky clear, apart from the deep wave of orange on the horizon. You turn the engine off, leaving the radio playing as you both get out, and leant on the hood of the car, resting your head on her shoulder, her arm around your waist.

“I’m going to say something really cheesy” you announce

“Please don’t ruin the moment”

“It’s beautiful, but not as beautiful as you” you grin, and she scrunches her nose up.

“God y/n, you get worse” she groans, playfully pushing you away.

“You didn’t like that?”

“No it was awful” she mumbles against your neck, wrapping her arms around you, pressing little kisses up and down your neck. The sound of car wheels on gravel causes robin to pull away from you, scooting away leaving just a little too much space between you. You force a smile on your face, looking away from your girlfriend and back to the sunset. Your bottom lip trembles, as a rush of emotion takes over. All you wanted was for it to be like it was, all the time, carefree, but it never will be. You understood why Robin was so scared, but it didn’t hurt any less.

“What’s wrong?” Robin asks and you shake your head. “Cmon, talk to me?”

“It’s nothing” you lie. Robin reaches over to take your hand, her thumb rubbing on the back of your hand, a small gesture to try to soothe you, until another car drives by and she drops it, shoving her hands into her pocket. You let out a shaky breath, you didn’t know how much more of this you could take.

“Do you see a future with me?” Your voice frail, you didn’t even recognise it as your own voice. You couldn’t look at robin, you keep your eyes fixed on the town below, scared for her answer. anything other than yes would break you. She rests her head against your shoulder, taking your hand in here again.

“What’s in your mind?”

“Please answer the question” you voice raspy, fighting back tears.

“I think so” fuck.

“Robin… What does that mean? I-”

“Y/n”

“No robin, let me talk” you practically beg. “I don’t want to hide forever, I’m not saying I want you to make out with me in front of everyone, but maybe you could hold my hand every once in a while?” You sniffle, taking a deep breath, unable to stop the words falling out of your mouth. “I love you Robin and I don’t want you to think this is me forcing you to come out because I don’t. I want you to wait until you’re comfortable. I- it- I” you struggle to find the words. “You, it hurts when you are so dismissive of what we have, how it almost… disgusts you? I just wish you would be more conscious of how you treat me infront of everyone” your chest was hurting, swallowing back cries. “I know you’re scared and I know it shouldn’t but it makes me feel so bad”

Robin takes a second to digest everything. “You know I don’t think before I sleek” her tone was dismissive.

“Robin please listen to me, I know that you don’t think before you speak, that sometimes you’re a little clueless and I love you for it. But I’m telling you now so please listen to me” you beg, didn’t even realise you were crying, until you taste your salty tears on your lip.

“Are you breaking up with me?” Robin's voice was hoarse, no louder than a whisper.

“God no. I want a life with you, more than anything” you stress. “I don’t want to stay in Hawkins forever, I don’t wanna get stuck here. I wanna move to the city with you, have a cute apartment, get a cat, work together in our own little cafe, like we talk about late at night. But I don’t think I can do that if you can’t even hold my fucking hand” you start to get more and more worked up, Robin opens her mouth to speek but you cut her off again. “I hate not being able to kiss you on your doorstep after a date, or walking home from work and school. I hate that our Other friends don’t even know. One day I want to tell the world I love you, I love you Robin Buckley” you shout. You choke on your tears “it’s so silly but I want the same from you, to tell the world you love me, that we are girlfriends” the silence between you was agonising.

“We will, one day” robin tries to comfort you, resting his hand on your shoulder

“I’m scared it will be like this forever” your voice wavering

“Y/n, I’m not like you. I’m scared. I see what you have to go through everyday and-“

“But we will have each other, it doesn’t matter” you were desperate at this point.

“Do you know why I fell in love with you?” Robin asks and you shake your head.

“Please don’t say it’s because I’m the only lesbian you know” you try to joke, but terrified it would be the truth.

“It’s because you are so unapologetically yourself y/n and I admired that about you. I wanted to be like you… until I realised that wasn’t true and that I wanted to be with you” she takes a deep breath. “And I do want to be like you, be able to be brave enough to tell people who I really am and who my girlfriend is” Robin wept into her hands, wiping her eyes, catching her tears on her sleeve as they fell. You pull her into a hug, she squeezes you tight, the both of you swaying. You close your eyes, breathing in the sweet smell of her shampoo, trying to calm down. You open your eyes to see another car, pulling into the parking lot, trying to move out of robin's grip but she holds you tighter. “I can’t promise I can walk into school holding your hand, but maybe one day” you smile.

“I love you Robin”

“I love you” she whispers against your neck.

“I’m sorry I just needed to get it all off my chest. I promise this wasn’t my plan for tonight”

“I understand baby” she cups your face, you look around at the other couple parked a few spaces away.

“Robin” you whisper. She shakes her head.

“I can’t be scared forever. You’re right”

“You don’t have to” you didn’t want to push her too but she shakes her head before kissing you again, assuring you she did in fact want to kiss you right now,

“Just baby steps”

“Baby steps” you repeat, breathless from the kiss.

“Now about that cat” she grins. “If I remember correctly, you didn’t want a cat”

“If a cat makes you happy baby, I'll buy you five”

“Is that a promise?” Robin asks, hopeful.

“No, maybe two” a shiver runs down your spine, now that the sun had set it was dropping colder by the minute, and neither of you were wearing thick clothes, silently deciding to get into the car. You turn the engine on, turning the heating up all the day.

“I don’t know if I said, but today with David you were hilarious”

“Why thank you, I do try… I was going to tell him I fucked his mom but that might have been too far”

“Maybe a little” you stop at a red light and robin leans over to kiss you again, you lean in for another. “Green light babe”

[marbleheavy]

I did Nico so here are some Will Solace headcanons that have bouncing around my brain for a while now

He goes through a sweater phase where he wears almost exclusively slightly too big, brightly colored, knit sweaters with thick collars and cinched sleeves

He read that fact about how if your tongue sticks to a rock it’s actually a bone, and now he licks every rock he finds because “What if it’s the bone of a dinosaur? What if I’m licking part of a T-Rex right now?” (and Nico just lets him do it even though he knows they aren’t bones)

REALLY into pinkie promises. Like, he takes them so seriously. Pinkie promise > swearing on the Styx

He takes a lot of chaotic self timer pictures and always ropes everyone else into them. They always end up looking like an album cover and he looks like he’s the lead singer. It’s not even that he’s always front and center, it’s just the way that he’s holding himself in every picture. When he gets his own apartment or house or whatever, he makes a collage of them all and he has every one of his friends choose a picture and write what the name of the album would be on it.

Going off of that, he is really into crafts but specifically memory crafts (does that make sense???). He makes keepsake boxes and friendship bracelets and so many things because he feels like it doesn’t matter if those things actually look good because the most important part of them is the memory attached.

He uses either 🤠 or ✨ (sometimes 🤪) in almost every text and uses them to convey any emotion. Rachel is the only one who ever understands exactly what he means.

A million friendship and bead bracelets just all the way up his arms. Probably some silly bands too.

He carries a backpack with him almost all the time and it somehow holds every possible necessity but always looks nearly empty. Obviously a first aid kit, but also like snacks and a hat and sunscreen and a million pens and the list goes on and on. It’s kind of in a mom friend way but more of a thing where someone sees “i need x item” and Will just hands it to them wordlessly without even stopping his sentence.

He adores the face masks that are supposed to make you look like an animal but they’re mostly just scary. They make him giggle like a toddler. (Imagine him and Nico with the fluffy headbands with the ears and then the face masks and Will just absolutely losing his shit)

Hozier!! Will loves Hozier!! Also country music (but he has a whole spiel about new age, american exceptionalist pop country because he h a t e s that). Also, and this is the really important one, 80s music but the really synth-y stuff (see my 80s cover band au for more details)

His ideal outfit is a chunky sweater, a jean jacket, jeans that don’t match the jacket, and rain boots. He loves rain boots. He’s got multiple pairs and at least one of them have frogs on them. If he can’t wear rain boots, flip flops in the summer and vans in the other seasons (He’s definitely got a pair of these yellow Vans)

He dresses like a dad but a dad that was born in the 80s and is also three years old

Will has at least three flavors of chapstick on him at any given time

Will Solace with a gun is wonderful, truly. I would like to add to this by introducing the concept of him wearing the side holsters on either this legs or his arms. He wants to go on quests so he can live his dreams of being a cowboy with thigh gun holsters and a hat and boots and all of it. (Also, Nico with knives strapped to his thighs and Will with guns) (Also, also, there’s a Cards Against Humanity card that says “Shooting a wizard with a gun” and that screams Will Solace)

Will is very much a “Let’s not resort to violence” person but in a way where like, Person A tries to punch B and Will is like “hey, we can talk this out” but then B doubles down and says something really out of line and Will just backs up and is like “You know what? Never mind, you do what you need to do” (And also in a “Let’s not fight… except for Nico because isn’t he so pretty with his sword?)

speaking of pretty, Will l o v e s to be called pretty. It makes his sweet summer child heart go brrr

He is obviously very into nicknames and terms of endearment but calling someone “Hon” or “Sweet pea” is always passive aggressive (that’s less of a Will thing and more of a Southern thing)

I would like to bring up the licking rocks thing again because I really do just believe it with my whole heart

For a while, the idea of Will’s grandparents (obviously Naomi’s side) being French has been bouncing around my head and I really do love the idea of Will speaking French fluently but not at all formally. It’s a lot of slang and has a Texas drawl mixed in with it but it’s definitely French (and it definitely makes Nico melt). He will just deadpan look at someone and go “Quoi?” and he counts the infirmary inventory stock in French but only up until sixty, then he switches to English (soixante-dix can suck it, sorry if you’re french but like, just make a new word. there’s no need for me to have to do math while already counting. don’t even get me started on anything in the 90s. quatre-vingt-dix-sept?? excuse me??)

Will and Persephone being buddies!! They just get along well and very much understand being summer people in love with anti-sun people and just, ugh, family dinners in the Underworld and Will always, always brings a gift for her. Will and Nico come in and anyone can hear Persephone yell “Is that Will? Is Will here?” and Will just grins and calls back “Yes ma’am, and I brought you some brownies from my Mama and some of the flowers from her garden”

Also, Nico knows all the deities and Will brings them cookies because they’re a team like that

He either plays soccer or lacrosse but either way he’s very good at it and it’s honestly intimidating (jock will solace <3)

Not to say Will isn’t his fair share of chaotic, but he’s friends with a lot of very chaotic or at the least eccentric people (Cecil and his pranks, Lou Ellen and her pig balls, Rachel and herself, Nico and himself, etc.) so he’s very good at turning on the Southern charm and just smiling his way out of any situation so he can get himself and everyone else away without any consequences

I think that’s all for now!! If you have any additions, please feel free to add them on, I love seeing other people’s ideas!

[anotherkindofmindpod]

I just started listening to your podcasts because, well, I just became a Beatles deepfan (should be a term if it's not) when I got COVID in mid-Jan and left "Get Back" on for the duration. On repeat. I was always a huge fan of the music, but like a lot of us when I was born they were already broken up, so it wasn't until I saw them together in GB that I became sucked into *them* and their relationships. (They're fascinating af and I get it now.)

Thing is, as I my body began to get better, my brain refused to come along. It just got stuck.†︎ It was slow and plodding and my "genetically over-curious" nature was completely flattened. It was as if the world around me shrunk, and the immediate effect of that was that I couldn't move to another topic. I literally couldn't think of what to think about. It was maddening! I tried and tried, but at some point I realized that even paying attention to The Beatles was hard, and that I had no choice but to take what I could get, and after a few weeks I slowly found that I could, very slowly, shift slightly within the topic. That happened without directed thought, so I was glad of it. It was something, you know? The best way I can describe it is that it was like my world became a checkers board: the board was "The Beatles" and I could move one space away from wherever I was. My brain couldn't leap any more, but it was learning to crawl. And so it did. It's been a bit like consuming a very large meal spread out over miles one nibble at a time. Not really sure why I wrote all that — except that I was probably trying to explain it to myself for the first time? — and it's not really important, except to kind of say how absolutely ignorant I was 6 months ago and how everything is still new and fascinating, but that it's also impossible to always know what's been talked about to death. Sometimes I think I know, but often I've just not discovered that corner of the fandom, and the OST & AKOM ladies are your own lovely island that I've yet to explore — bite by crawling bite — thoroughly. Yet.

So with those caveats... I just read the absolutely insane 1980 Playboy article last week, then — believe it or not — today I listened to "How Do You Sleep" for the first time. Yes, the first. The strange "Muzak" line actually jumped out at me when I read the article because it's so almost anti-Lennon-ish, but after seeing the "Muzak" lyric in "How Do You Sleep" it seemed possibly significant that in 1980 he made the Muzak remark. Like John-code. But that is also why I mentioned that I just started listening to AKOM. I figure there's a very good chance you've talked about it and I just haven't gotten to it yet, but also it turns out I couldn't wait to listen to them all to find out. *ducks* 💜

†︎ It took almost 3 months to see any improvement, but there has been some recently. ⭐️ 🧠

Hello @mythserene! First of all, thanks for sharing your COVID experience. It’s been a hell of a worldwide mind-fuck that we’re all still surviving/recovering from/processing and it’s helpful to many of us to talk about it.

The one genuinely hilarious thing about HDYS is how John managed to highlight so many of Paul’s most extraordinary qualities and accomplishments. All the alleged “insults” in retrospect look incredibly backwards and conservative, and actually shine a better light on Paul!

You live with straights  This young dad chooses not to work with junkies? I think we can all agree that’s a good call 

Jump when your mama tell you anything  Linda wears the pants in the family? Wow, cool

Pretty soon we’ll see what you can do  Amazing how John foretold not only Paul’s illustrious legacy but also his incredible artistic range and unprecedented, thriving career as both a recording artist and live performer into his 80s!

Since you’ve gone you’re just Another Day  Choosing one of the most interesting (and newly celebrated) songs of Paul’s catalog that highlights his unusual focus on working women, was just… chef’s kiss

The sound you make is muzak to my ears  If this is a reference to M1, John is actually foreshadowing the album’s distinction as one of rock’s first lo-fi albums (certainly its first mainstream one). Paul’s creation of “muzak” both in M1 and more obviously on 1980’s M2, show innovation in a new genre of ambient music that fully emerges in the 90s and 00s and continues to flourish today. McCartney explores other subgenres such as electronica and trance further with the Fireman projects, but his work with M1 and M2 are really decades ahead of what will eventually become a major genre of electronic pop music.

Lennon’s use of the term “muzak” in 1971 was surely meant as an insult; so-called Elevator Music was considered mass-produced shmaltz, background noise for mindless consumers.  But as someone who LOVES ambient and electronic music, “Elevator Music” is definitely not an insult and ironically draws attention to Paul’s musical eclecticism and innovation!

Lennon’s use of the term Muzak here in 1980 -and admitting it’s something that “relaxes” him- is definitely interesting! There’s no way John isn’t conscious of the association with Paul. What it means is hard to say; maybe it’s a subtle back-pedal on HDYS; maybe it’s John’s way of showing he’s matured/expanded his tastes over the years; maybe it’s just a shout-out to Paul? Or maybe he’s just speaking freely, and the Paul reference is incidental. In any case, thank you so much for bringing this to our attention! If I’d read it before, I’d overlooked it.

P.S. If you are new to Beatles Deepfandom (I agree, this should become a thing!), I actually recommend Understanding Lennon/McCartney. It gives a TON of information without all the commentary, so you’re free to interpret and draw your own conclusions. And if you're into rabbitholes, this series is over 10 hours long, so get ready for the deepest of dives! 

[amazingmaeve]

after the holidays ─ ginny weasley

─ “are those handcuffs.”

summary ─ y/n and ginny began dating in their 5th year and after a holiday things get steamier than usual.

request ─ Can you do a dom Ginny x female reader with smut prompts 80, 114, and 122? If it's too much could you just do 80 and 114? Thanks! 😊

warnings ─ smut (18+), fluff

a/n ─ love writing for ginny and haven’t barely written any gxg smut

word count ─ 2.1k

tags ─ @hey-there-angels @omnienigma @chokemepansy @amourtentiaa @inglourious-imagines

Over the holidays Y/N had missed Ginny Weasley so much. They’ve been friends since their first year and dating since their fifth. Ginny asked her out, out of the blue in a romantic gesture that made Y/N’s heart swell with love.

She’s had a crush on Ginny since their fourth year and was saddened when she thought she didn’t feel the same since she had asked her to the Yule ball. But in the fifth year everything changed.

Ginny seemed to be flirting with Y/N in her opinion. It didn’t bother her, it was just weird since it came out of nowhere.

Ginny asked her out by planting flowers in her bedroom and spelled “Will you go out on a date with me,” with flowers on her bed. It made her heart race as soon as she noticed Ginny was the one who asked.

Of course Y/N said yes as she ran up and hugged the redhead. Ginny put her arms around her and happily smiled in her neck as they hugged for a few minutes just enjoying the embrace.

The date went great as they spent the time on the quidditch field having a picnic. Y/N was nervous but eventually relaxed when her and Ginny started talking.

At the end of the day Ginny softly kissed her at the end of the date. Y/N’s hand went to her cheek and softly stroked her face as they kissed for a few minutes. The two parted when they were out of breath and let out little giggles as they saw the nervous expressions on each other’s faces.

From then on everything was perfect between them. Only a few spats that ended in apologies.

Before testing Y/N was really stressed, so Ginny took it in her own hands to make sure her girlfriend relaxed. Neither of them had sexual experiences except for a few make out sessions. So when things got hot and heavy Y/N was nervous and Ginny didn’t seem that nervous so she told her “we don’t have to do anything,” but Y/N shook her head wanting to have some stress free time.

That night was one of the best nights for Y/N and it came to the realization that she loved Ginny. Afterwards while cuddling with her Y/N blurted out her affections and to her surprise so did Ginny.

Over the summer Y/N had missed Ginny terribly and wrote owls to her every chance she got. Ginny answered everyone one of them with every drop of passion she had for her. Also sending some very explicit pictures as well.

With the words scribbled down on the paper and the pictures got her really wet in the panties. So Y/N had laid down and imagined the things Ginny would do to her if she was there. With the picture in hand she released all over hand in 15 minutes.

Ginny usually makes her cum faster since she was better at it.

When Y/N stepped on the train and looked for Ginny as the next school year started. She felt someone tap her shoulder and she turned around and saw the love of her life.

Squealing Y/N kissed Ginny passionately as they stood there for a few minutes til someone interrupted saying they had to sit somewhere else. The two found an empty cart and sat there all cuddled up since Y/N was tired since she woke up early.

Once they stepped into Hogwarts they were almost attached to him, they had mostly the same classes except for a couple. Y/N felt on cloud nine every time Ginny was with her, touching her or not.

They couldn’t keep their hands off each other when they were alone. Whenever they had the time Y/N and Ginny would have sex. When she went to the bathroom Ginny followed as she ate her out against the bathroom wall.

But when Ginny went back to her family's burrow for the holidays Y/N was extremely horny during that time. Luckily she had those letters and new ones Ginny sent that gave her some motivation and used her imagination.

It didn’t feel the same though. Ginny always made her cum harder than herself ever did.

When she got back to Hogwarts Y/N couldn’t wait to see Ginny and started to get wet thinking about it.

When they reunited they kissed and talked but didn’t have that much alone time since school was piling on top of them and their friends always were around. Y/N wasn’t complaining since she loves them but she’s gotten so horny that she gets wet from even looking at Ginny.

While one Saturday day night studying, she thought Ginny and everyone else were at Hogsmeade. So when she started to think about Ginny and the things she did to her she slid her panties off.

Y/N was in her skirt and her shirt for school, she had taken the tone of when it got too uncomfortable. She laid down and pushed her skirt up so she could see her pussy and started to run her fingers along her thigh.

She closed her eyes and finally brought her hand to her clit and softly rubbed the nub. She whimpered and remembered when Ginny did it which made her core throb even more.

She started to rub her clit faster chasing her own thigh when she heard her door open.

“I see you started without me,” Ginny chuckled, taking off her jacket. Y/N sheepishly grinned at the girl who sat next to her on the bed.

“I’m sorry Gin,” Y/N hung her head out of disappointment.

“Who makes you feel cum harder me or you,” Ginny demanded with a stern look on her face. She grabbed Y/N’s face and made her look herself in her eyes. “Who,” She asked slowly and sternly.

“You do,” Y/N whispered and she clenched her pussy around nothing getting even more aroused. “I just missed you so much,” She says. Ginny smirked and laid down on her back and beckoned her.,

“Come and sit on my face and I’ll show you how much I missed you as well,” Ginny smirked when she saw Y/N’s eyes widen. Y/N didn’t think Ginny missed her at all.

Y/N crawled over to Ginny and climbed up her body and finally got to her face where her pussy was hovering over. Ginny hummed as she spread Y/N’s folds making her whimper and put her hands on the head board.

“I can see how much you missed me,” Ginny commented, keeping her folds spread open, making her clit ache with need.

Before Y/N could respond Ginny's fingers traveled to her swollen nub and started to rub hard. Y/N moans and clenches her fingers around her hard wood of the head board.

Ginny brings her mouth lap at her folds as Y/N keeps chanting her name as the knot in her stomach returns. Ginny smirked at the reaction before pushed her tongue inside her pussy as Ginny started to push her tongue in and out.

With her thumb still on her clit Ginny encouraged her to go up and down on her tongue which Y/N did. She rocked slowly as her thumb pinched her clit.

“Ginny I’m close,” Y/N moaned and half screamed out as Ginny's nail scraped against her clit.

She removed her hand from her clit and her tongue as well and wrapped her lips around her clit and started to suck harshly on the swollen clit.

“Ginny,” Y/N moaned and brought her hair to her head and started to pull on the red strands of hair. But before she could cum Ginny removed her lips from her pussy making her whine and thrusting her hips forward wanting to finally cum. “Why’d you stop,” She whimpers. Ginny sits up bringing her hands to Y/N’s hips to straddle one of her thighs.

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh love,” Ginny casually said, making Y/N shocked. She’s never done this before with Ginny. She then noticed she took off her pants and underwear and when she’s looking at Ginny she takes off her shirt leaving her nude since she was wearing a bra.

“What,” Y/N spluttered out, making Ginny chuckle as she clutches her hips hard.

Ginny uses her hands to guide her hips along her thigh and Y/N’s moans at the sensation of her clit dragging along the smoothness of her thigh. Ginny takes her hands off her hips letting her hump her thigh as she takes off Y/N’s shirt and bra.

As Y/N continues to thrust her clit against Ginny's thigh, Ginny grabs the smooth flesh of her breast and brings her mouth done to suck on her nipple.

“Ginny,” Y/N moans as she starts to move her hips faster against her thigh.

While Ginny's mouth works on her mouth she bounces her leg giving Y/N more friction on her clit. Y/N moved her head to Ginny's neck and moaned in her ear.

“I’m about to cum,” Y/N whimpers with a half moan as she continues to bounce on her thighs. Her clit is sensitive as she chases her thigh.

Ginny takes note and moves her thumb to her clit and starts to rub the engorged clit with a fast pace. Y/N moans and starts to grind her hand faster.

“Ginny,” Y/N screams as she releases her juices all over Ginny's hand. Y/N relaxes against her neck and cuddles up to Ginny. Ginny strokes her back and removes her mouth from her nipple with a pop.

“Wait here,” Ginny commands laying her down on her back with just her skirt. Y/N nods as Ginny gets her wand out and Apparates to her room and returns seconds later with something in her hand.

“Are those handcuffs,” Y/N questions leaning on her elbow as Ginny nods to the question walking over with a seductive smirk on her face.

“Just relax,” Ginny softly says and handcuffs her hands to the headboard of the bed as Y/N lays there waiting for her next move. Ginny takes off her skirt and throws it across the room.

Y/N eyes widen as Ginny harshly kisses from her neck and trails down to her stomach leaving kisses in her wake. She spreads Y/N’s legs and holds them down.

“Stay still,” Ginny demands, giving her a stern look as Y/N squirms feeling her core start to throb again. Y/N nods and listens to the demand not wanting to get punished.

Ginny leans close and lets her breath fall on her clit making Y/N whimper and tug on the chains wanting to get another release. Ginny smirks at her reaction and brings her lips to wrap around her clit and gives it a harsh suck.

Y/N moans and lurches forward as Ginny laps at the swollen clit and holds her thighs down, not wanting her to squirm. While her tongue works on her clit her fingers go to her entrance and shove them in hard.

“Ginny,” Y/N moans wrapping her hands around the cuffs and squeezing them.

Ginny curls her fingers in with every harsh thrust hitting her G spot every time. Y/N wants to tug on her hair as she is now sucking on her clit non stop.

“You gonna cum,” Ginny taunts as she removes her mouth and Y/N nods and wants her mouth back on her clit. “Needy girl,” She rolls her eyes giving a slap to her clit making her moan as her fingers continue to thrust in and out.

After a few seconds Ginny gets her wand which was on the bed and uses a spell to bring Y/N’s vibrator over to her. Y/N didn’t notice as her eyes were closed from the sensation of her fingers.

Ginny turns it on high and places it on her clit without warning. Y/N’s eyes shoot wide open clenching around Ginny's fingers harder now. Her fingers continue to thrust as Y/N lies there about to cum on her fingers.

“Cum,” Ginny demands as she presses the vibrator harder on her clit.

“Ginny,” Y/N moans loudly and with one swipe of her fingers against her g spot she squirts all over Ginny's fingers. Ginny stares in awe as her juices squirt all over.

Ginny removes her finger as she calms down from her high.

“Can’t believe I got you to squirt,” Ginny chuckles. Y/N smiles sheepishly as she lays her head on Ginny's chest both of them getting under the covers. “Tired love,” She asks.

Y/N nods and Ginny kisses her forehead as Y/N nuzzles her head into Ginny's chest and not soon after falling asleep against the girl's chest.

Ginny not soon after falls asleep watching the love of her life relax in her arms.

[mysmegrace]

Hi grace! Could I request some headcanons for the rfa members with a surfer MC who a beach-y lifestyle?

hi! this request is really fitting for the summer time, so why not? please forgive me if this sucks, i don't know much about surfing and i haven't been to the beach in two years lol. thank you for the request!

RFA with a Surfer MC who Enjoys the Beach Lifestyle

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yoosung kim:

he's quite impressed to say the least.

he could remember being in elementary school, watching all the movies with surfers, and wishing he could be just like them.

it's also been cool to him.

though he could never do it.

hence why he begs you to teach him.

what would be better than being taught surfing skills by the girl he'll spend the rest of his life with?

one day in your late 80's, he could surprise you with a beach date and impress you with surfing skills better than yours.

at least, that's what he dreams of.

with your sweet heart, you agreed to teach him.

and after a little bit of surfing lessons and you beating his ass, you took him back to your apartment.

yet what greeted him were objects all reminiscent of the beach once surrounding him.

he could see your love of the beach and summer time in full view as he observed your apartment more.

though amazed, he was slightly upset.

with all the organic fruits and healthy treats, there were no chips or fried chicken in sight.

how did you survive like this, he thought.

but with all food options aside, it was nice to see something different yet so refreshing.

hyun ryu / zen:

he was in utter amazement.

of course his girlfriend was talented and graceful!

she's his girlfriend, after all.

after observing your surfing abilities, he tried to join along.

surely the few times he attempted surfing would be enough to impress you, right?

no

no it was not

he went underwater in a heartbeat.

yet with a little giggle, you helped him to shore to offer giving him a quick surfing lesson.

after taking a second to consider, he put his pride aside and accepted.

when everyone was packing up, he proposed to walk you home.

looking at the night sky getting darker by the second, you agreed.

once he caught a glimpse of your home after you opened the door to head inside, he was star struck.

he loved the theme of your house.

so much so, that he asked to check it out further.

thankfully to him, you accepted.

and he could've sworn he was in heaven.

though he wasn't invested in the beach lifestyle, he was living the healthy summer-like lifestyle as well.

how could his soulmate be so much like him, he thought.

and as he headed home for the night, he made plans to ask you if you would decorate your future shared bedroom just like how you had your apartment decorated.

jaehee kang:

you left her stunned.

she had only perceived you as a city girl, one not bothered by anything other than work and the occasional outing.

but after walking into your apartment the night you invited her over, she was proven wrong.

the home was decorated with beach-like objects, and gave off an overall summer vibe.

clearly you were someone who loved to bask in the rays of the sun on your off time.

no wonder why you were so relaxed, you were comforted with the beach scenery night and day.

questioning you about it, she said “do you enjoy the summer time?”

she knew it was a foolish question considering your surrounds, but she was still in awe nevertheless.

humming a yes, you brought up the idea of going to hang out at the beach someday.

to which jaehee accepted.

when that day approached, she came prepared with towels, sunscreen, or snacks.

yet confusion took over as she saw you bringing out two surf boards.

“do you know how to surf?” you asked.

she could see where this was going, and responded “no, you surf mc?”

you continued to throw her off guard with your interests and skills.

she loved how unpredictable you were, it always kept things exciting.

taking a short pause, you proposed the idea of teaching her how to surf with a smirk slowly crossing across your face.

without giving herself a minute to really consider it, she accepted.

how hard could it be.. right?

wrong

she was struggling.

how you made it look so easy was beyond her.

but nevertheless, it made for an entertaining time.

though she did come out with a few bruises, she’d do it again.

jumin han:

“you can decorate the penthouse however you’d like” he said.

so why was he so taken aback when he came home to your decorations, you thought.

the place was decked out in beachy themed wallpapers, items reminiscent of the summer, and lights that made you feel as if you were under the sun 24/7.

to say he hadn’t expected this was an understatement.

but he wasn’t opposed to the new vibe the house gave off.

in fact, he welcomed it.

mainly because it was something you created, but he also could use the new change in environment.

you had spoken about how being surrounded by these decorations had a calming effect on you, so surely it wouldn’t hurt him to be surrounded by them too.

intrigued, he asked you many questions.

how did you get introduced to this lifestyle?

how long had you been doing this?

there were simply too many to answer.

but you explained to him how the beach helped you cope with everyday life, how it made you feel best both mentally and physically, also adding in how you had enjoyed surfering.

hold on a second, he thought.

you knew how to surf?

you always had a way of impressing him when he least expected it.

que the income of questions about your surfing skills.

“i’ll show you the next time we go to the beach” you said in excitement.

and you did just that.

with jumin standing, watching from afar, you set off on your short surfing trip.

you couldn’t see much from the water, but you could’ve sworn you say a smile creep up on your loves face.

coming back to shore, he greeted you with a kiss.

“you’re incredibly talented” he told you.

maybe he’d be willing to try one day, you thought to yourself as you walked back home hand in hand.

saeyoung choi:

after everything the two of you had been through in the short time you’ve known each other, a vacation was well deserved.

there was much to celebrate.

the reuniting of twins who had been separated from each other since their teens.

the newfound relaxation that was present in the whole organization.

everyone could finally sleep well knowing the people they loved were safer than ever before.

setting up your area with the surf boards you brought, you offered for saeyoung to join you.

though slightly surprising, he was thrilled to find out how much you loved surfing.

he remembered some techniques he was taught during his time at the agency, and figured he could use some of those to beat you in a surfing competition.

mission failed.

you won by a long hall. 

but you two had good fun, and that was all saeyoung cared about.

he could endure the teasing from his failure if it meant you were smiling.

though he had to admit that the surfing had tired him out a bit.

hence why he led you to some benches nearby, as he struck up a new conversation about you.

though the topic didn’t change much.

which led to your confession of your love for the beach lifestyle.

you had explained to him how you would find any opportunity available to rest near the beach and indulge in everything beach related.

he was in awe.

he loved how much you valued something so simple yet so beautiful.

it wasn’t something he knew much about personally, but he could sit there for days listening to your admiration for it.

and once you two arrived home from the vacation, he would surprised you with several things beach related.

the smile he was met with was something he could continue to live for.

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i have to admit, i know very little about the beach lifestyle, but i hope i portrayed this correctly!

22:59 AST - 08/05/21