#I SUCK AT BACKGROUNDS OK LEAVE ME ALONE

[nemosfemur]

super lazy sketch I decided to color and quickly shade all on one layer. enjoy sleepy cuddly tommy

[mountainsandmayhem]

Netflix & Chill

Marcus Pike x Female Reader

18+, MDNI

Summary: You spend your fifth date with Marcus at his place watching Netflix.

Or

You might be in your thirties, but you can still Netflix and Chill.

Warnings: fluffy smut. Kissing. Little bit of dirty talk. Fully clothed. Marcus just being the love of my life the entire time.

AN: Don’t look at me. Don’t talk to me. I am too busy having my brain absolutely disintegrated by thoughts of Agent Pike. I am sick over him. Down bad. Wanting to rip off my arms and beat myself senseless with them over him. Leave me alone!! But also leave me nice comments because I’m a slut with a praise kink lol. Thank you so much for reading 🤎

Graphics and dividers by @saradika-graphics

Moodboard by me

“Oh god,” you whimper, both of you are fully dressed. You’re caged under his strong body as he pushes his hips down on you. You can feel his cock through his grey sweats and your thin, black yoga pants. The credits of whatever movie you were watching rolled in the background.

“Is this ok?” He asks, kissing at your neck and earlobe. The soft, fuzzy brown blanket falls around both of you, encasing you in his earthy and citrus scent.

“Ya, please don’t stop.” You writhe under him, feeling that familiar tingly pressure building. He smiles into the crook of your neck.

It was your fifth date with Marcus Pike, FBI agent and potential man of your dreams. In his younger years, he probably would have already slept with you by now. But age has made him a man of patience and waiting. Only giving what he’s willing to let go of, what he can nurture and grow. And for the first time in a long time, he thinks that might be you.

“I won’t stop, baby.”

Baby, shit. He panics internally. He’s only called you by your name until now. He nervously looks over at you and you smile sleepily.

“I like that,” you mumble.

“Which part?” He asks his voice like warm oil along your skin. “Me grinding into what I’m sure is the most beautiful pussy in the world, or the kisses on your soft, slender, vanilla scented neck, or me calling you baby?”

Your legs start to shake around him as you pull him in to kiss him hard. You sweep your tongue along his bottom lip. He tastes like the popcorn and expensive Cabernet Sauvignon you were both drinking.

“All of it,” you say between kisses.

He pulls away, bringing his hands to your face and gently wiping the few loose hairs that stick to your skin, then drags the tip of his nose down yours before resting his forehead against yours.

“You’re truly so beautiful. I’m so happy I met you, baby.” He pushes his hips into you harder and a pornographic moan fills the room as the trailer for whatever Netflix is suggesting next plays. “Sound so pretty too.”

“Marcus,” you say wantonly.

“I know. I’m here.” He says, eyes still locked on yours, one thumb making sweet, soft circles on your cheek while his other slips behind your head.

Your hands bunch into his white t-shirt. “I’m gonna cum,” you moan, letting his coca-cola coloured eyes wash over you, and drench your whole body in carbonated pleasure. Sparkling, bubbling, fizzing over the edge.

“I’m right here, honey.” He whispers, pushing into you a little faster. Your body jolts into his as you suck in quick, shallow breaths.

“Ohgodohgod. Mar-Marcus,” your walls clench tightly around nothing as he hits at your puffy, sensitive clit through your pants at the perfect tempo and pressure.

“Relax, baby. I got you.” He encourages and then you fall apart for him. Your body twitches on its own accord as your orgasm rolls through you for what feels like an eternity.

“That’s it,” he whispers, stilling his hips. “Just take. That’s a good girl.”

You clamp your eyes shut as you reach the top of it. “No, look at me, baby. You’re so beautiful like this.”

Pink flushes your cheeks at his words and the blood that seems to not know where to go in your body. Everything feels like it’s being doused with warm water as you finally come over the edge and the fluttering of your pussy slows.

His eyes dance around your face before he kisses your forehead, and the tip of your nose. You smile into his lips as he places a light and lingering kiss on yours.

“Are you okay?” He says sweetly, pulling back slightly.

“Ya, that’s was…” you search his face for any hint of regret but all you see is admiration. You finish with, “…unexpected, but amazing.”

As he starts to respond, a whipping sound followed by a moan comes from the TV. Both of your heads turn towards it.

“Netflix is suggesting 50 Shades of Grey,” he laughs.

“That’s more of a seventh date thing for me,” you say flatly as his face whips back to you. You can’t help but laugh at his reaction. Both of you now laughing as you sort yourself back out, cuddling into him to find a new movie to “watch” next.

Taglist:

@corazondebeskar @hiddenbabynyc @rainstorms-library @keylimebeag @pimosworld

@casa-boiardi @pedritoferg @paleidiot @lorilane33 @jessthebaker

@jasminedragoon @pedroswife69 @iloveenya @javierpena-inatacvest @pedroshotwifey

@mermaidgirl30 @littlevenicebitch69 @untamedheart81

Special tag for @survivingandenduring because I know you share my love of this man.

[miioouu]

I think about Camgirl x soap….maybe part 2??

Haha, finally done with university so now i have all the time in the world to think and drool over hot fictional men with you all!!! Here’s part one of this. TW: smut, phone sex, female reader WC: 950 

Weeks pass since you and your favourite fan started talking. Although you've learned a bit about him, never his name “Call me Soap, kitten. Sounds hot when you do” And now you don't have to wonder what he sounds like. If you think his comments in the chat are lewd, you're not ready for the voice messages he leaves you past midnight. 

Breathy whispers, low groans and whines; he told you he has to keep quiet, he shares a room with his colleagues, and yet, he can't help it, it's become a routine for the both of you now. You wait for your screen to light up, a giddy smile on your face when you press the play button “Thought ‘bout you all day long bonnie. Sucked at practice today, my aim’s shitty because of you now, might lose my job because of you, sweet kitty” He always starts the blaming, making you roll your eyes as you bite your lip, waiting in anticipation for what's coming next. The sound of his sheets being shifted under his weight, he hisses when the bed creaks a little too loudly, it makes you giggle the way he blames you some more. “But you'd like that, eh? If I lost my job? You'd love it, all my attention would be on you, not like it's not now…you're always on my mind, those pretty tits of yours. Gosh those perky nipples, wanna suck on ‘em'' His breathing becomes heavy, and so does yours. It doesn't take a genius to know that he's slipping his hand under his boxers, the sound of the elastic softly smacking against his skin is an obvious indicator, and you can't help but join him. “Want my hands all over you, pretty girl. I know you want it too, yeah? So soft I bet. So plush, just want to bite you, and leave my mark on ya.” 

And he blames you again “So far away from me. If you were here, it would be your hand wrapped around my cock, kitty. And if I’m lucky enough maybe it would be your mouth, yeah?” He takes in a sharp breath, and so do you. You exhale shakily as your fingers dip under your cotton panties, sucking your teeth at how wet you are, maybe you should send him a picture? He deserves it after all. The tip of your digits brushing against your twitching clit, and you huff, imagining, and being sure that his hands would feel a lot better; rough and calloused against your soft skin, it would feel like heaven. “Fuck, I can already picture it, bonnie. Those sweet lips of yours, you know I love it when you put on that red lipstick too. Can you imagine it, how it would leave a pretty ring around my dick? So pretty, all yours to taste too.” He hums, the sound of his slick can be faintly heard in the background of the voice message. You drooled at the thought, making you think about how he’d taste. Salty, a little sour maybe? Maybe even with a hint of sweetness, the guy is in shape and cares about his health. If not for the military, for you; the pride that swells in his chest whenever you mention how badly you want to bite his arm, how much you need to lick on his abs. The image alone flusters you. You groan as you push your panties down, they frustrate you as you keep drawing tight circles against your bundle of nerves, trying to match his pace. You know how he likes it too, he’s spoken about it before; “Slow kitty… I like the build up. Slow and nice, not too tightly. And then my mind starts to wander, to you and that silk blue set, and I go crazy. I can’t help it, ok? Wanna know how tight you’d be around me.” 

“Or maybe, if the Gods are on my side, I can feel that pretty cunny of yours, eh? What do you say? I think she’d love me. God, kitty, I wanna stretch you out. Wanna make you cry on it, wanna make you bounce on it, wanna make you cream on it. Gosh kitty, I bet you’d love it. I’d fuck you so good, I promise you I will, so good you’d forget about those silicon toys of yours, they can’t compare. I’ll make it so you can’t think about anyone but me, no one will ever make you feel the way I’ll make you feel sweetheart.”  

His voice is rough and breathless, like he’s slowly descending to madness, slowly ascending to heaven. The rest of his message is the echoing of his groans and shallow breaths, it’s like he’s biting his lip to not let out a too loud noise. He spits on his sensitive tip, letting if ooze down his length and the thought of it alone is making your arch your back. He’s so good at it, he should’ve been the one on the screen, he’d make millions from his voice and heavy accent alone. It’s the repeating whispers of your name that gave him away and pushed you over the edge. You moan out his ‘name’ again, you let it roll out your tongue like a prayer, Goodness, you needed him badly too. He deserves a reward no? The man that got you obsessed and delusional, he deserves a picture of your drenched fingers pulled apart and connected with your juices. He also deserves that last message you sent before completely shutting off your phone to mellow down your excitement and anxiety “Maybe you will feel ‘that pretty cunny’ soon, mmm? What do you think?”

[floralcavern]

My biggest complaint with SBG

Red sucks at writing Taylor, Ben, and ESPECIALLY Logan.

Allow me to talk about the dynamics of each character:

Ash and Aiden: Aiden saw a lot of his past self in Ashlyn, which caused him to want to be close with her, since he doesn't want her to be alone like he was. Ash, who is her own person, gets frustrated with Aiden because he can't seem to understand that she is fine, but over time, they both begin to understand each other much more, the two's bond growing over time. We see that Aiden sees her more as an actual friend then a target for him to cling to, and Ashlyn begins to appreciate Aiden more for how much he cares.

Ash and Tyler: Tyler and Ash are both very stubborn people who get annoyed very easily. Tyler, being the more upfront of these two, finds it very frustrating how she's the leader and he's not. Ash, not being a people person, doesn't want the leader role, but understands she is the most suited to the role. Because of this, her and Tyler often argue, but as time goes on, the two reach an understanding of why the other is the way they are and coming to their own flaws in that process. This comes to fruition when they meet again in the hospital.

Aiden and Tyler: Of everyone in the group, they are the most different while also being the most similar. Because of this, they don't get along at all. But despite the teasing and aggression, they are friends, and they do care, as we see when Tyler is in the hospital.

OK, let's see the other three's dynamics with these guys...

Ash and Taylor: They are friends, and I would even say that Taylor was Ashlyn's first friend. But.. we don't have a clear idea on why they click so easily. Most we can guess is that Taylor is very patient and empathetic, allowing her to understand Ash easily.

Aiden and Taylor: Um... we have nothing. All we have to go off of is official art on Red's Instagram. In that, we see they do loads of bestie dumb shit, but.. we have nothing in the actual comic.

Tyler and Taylor: OK, this one is actually easy! After losing their dad, Tyler felt like he needed to provide for and protect his sister and his mom, leaving Taylor guilty, but also without a brother and with more of a weird father figure. But they both do everything they can for the other to be safe.

Ben and Ash: Um.. they get along. They're both very quiet, so they probably bond over that. We know Ash lets him braid her hair...

Ben and Aiden: The cousins ever. Aiden shows genuine care and protectiveness for Ben, and in turn, Ben is kind of Aiden's wrangler, keeping him out of trouble. They're each other's first friend, I would say.

Ben and Tyler: ... They play guitar with each other-? (As we see in official art on Red's Instagram)

Logan and Ash: When they first met, Ash compares him to a puppy, and she later says she likes dogs, so that's sweet. She also wanted to help him learn defense. Um, what else...? In some official art on Red's Instagram, we see them cuddling in a shopping cart.

Logan and Aiden: ...Um, Logan seem intimidated by him..

Logan and Tyler: Tyler was ready to beat up Barron when he saw him bullying Logan.. so he cares. (Notice how for all of Logan's, I never talked about how Logan views them.)

Now, how these three see each other...

Logan and Taylor: We see them hanging out in the background of the comic, so we know they're chill.

Taylor and Ben: Ben is mute and represses his emotions, and Taylor is an empath, allowing the two of them to have a close understanding and feeling of safety, as we see in that one scene in the comic.

Ben and Logan: Um.. They're both super quiet and awkward. When Ben saw Logan getting bullied, he was ready to throw hands... but, then again, Ben hates bullies and would do that for anyone... hm.

So.. ya. Only a few characters have very strong bonds with one another. Red definitely plays favorites, and I would say that Logan is probably her least favorite. All we really have is official art and our own headcanons. And it sucks! The fun of having these big friend groups in stories is to see all the fun and unique dynamics. Think MLP, ATLA, or Dungeon Meshi!!

[lovingeddiediaz]

9-1-1 rant. I have a lot of mixed feelings about this season and a lot of them aren’t good. Love this show, I’ve been watching live since season 3 but yikes that finale was a mess imo definitely one of my least favorites for sure. Very underwhelming. The whole season in general was wacky.

I’ve been feeling this way for at least 2 seasons now. I feel like 911 has been trying to fit these LARGE stories that they don’t have time for or are failing to make time for in these episodes. I get that this season was shortened, but if they can’t properly flush out a story in time, they should figure something else out instead of simplifying it and cutting out so many parts that it loses the build up and the emotion and captivation.

So much happens off screen that I feel like should be SHOWN. like we didn’t get to see Chris upset in the moment when he saw the Shannon lookalike, the scene cut out after he said mom. All we see is just him in his bed telling Eddie to go away later. We didn’t see the confrontation with Marisol and Eddie and her leaving, just an offhand comment of her not coming back later. We didn’t see the phone call that had Buck rushing over. We didnt get to see Eddie at his house alone after Chris leaves, just him leaving with his grandparents and boom, cut scene. We didn’t get to see hen or Chim at Bobby’s bedside.

We don’t get to see the aftermath of ANYTHING. The show keeps cutting the scenes just short and it has been pissing me off so much. They’re missing out on so much depth bc they’re doing too goddamn much at once and too quick.

All action, no build up or payoff. Just one thing after another. You don’t even have time to let your emotions settle and follow the characters bc it’s over so soon. You don’t get to worry and grieve alongside the characters. Bobby almost died and then boom he’s fine again like nothing happened. Like what am I supposed to be emotional over? He almost died in the desert just a couple episodes before that and then he was fine, no mention of it again.

Idk it seems like this show has been doing a lot of telling instead of showing when it comes to what are supposed to be emotionally charged scenes, like Buck saying how he was worried he was gonna lose Bobby but we didn’t really see that. All we got was a teary eye when Buck told Eddie he was in the hospital. Didn’t get to see the team actually save bathena in the beginning, so seeing them get the medals held no weight, like cool we’re told they saved them but we didn’t see shit. We didn’t get to see any of the madney wedding buildup like picking flower arrangements and a venue and dress/tuxedo shopping or anything like that, just assume off screen obviously XD

Buck’s sexuality arc being reduced to background noise also sucks. He kissed a man and then they said ok cool good enough moving on now. Not even bothering to deepen/develop his relationship with Tommy (are they even together or are they still going on dates?? No fuckin clue lmao), instead of a meaningful conversation between them in the finale it’s turned into a sexual joke like come ON, besides the first kiss and the second kiss that Buck initiates, their scenes are meaningless imo and that’s sad bc I was so excited for this storyline in the beginning but again, there’s nothing there. No substance.

And don’t even get me started on henren’s storyline. How many times are they gonna recycle the ‘person gets in the way of henren expanding their family’ bullshit before they finally get creative and think of something new? What is that, 3 times now? It’s just annoying at this point lmao I’m over it.

Why is Tim so against happy storylines? I know he said something along the lines of people wouldn’t watch if the characters were happy, but I think that’s bullshit. If you can’t captivate an audience with positive stories then I think you have a skill issue. Big drama and angst doesn’t equal good story telling and writing. Couldn’t even give madney a nice wedding like wtf.

Idk. I hope next season is thought out better.

[skinnywalker]

Online (Aaron hotch x bau male reader) part 1

"He is skilled. Really, really skilled. Like world-wide criminal catcher skilled."

Hotch starred down at the green folder sitting patiencelly on his desk. It's side was clipped with the handsome face of it's personal, the newest bau team member. A 20 something professional who had taken down multiple dark web killers successfully.

"He seems promising."

Promising was an understatement but that was exactly how Hotch wanted to seem. Unimpressed. He knew how good someone so young had to be to gain a reputation in the FBI, Spencer was living proof, but he was different.

"Tell him to come in."

Hotch feels a slight pang in his stomach. He is anxious. He really can't figure out why. He's delt with insane murderers and pedophiles but the idea of a good-looking smart man in his office alone makes him clamy.

He enters with a knock and at once hotch knows why he felt scared. He's pretty in person. He looks like a painting of someone who you don't know but can't help but recognize. His eyes sprakle in the over head lights like stars in the winter. He runs his tongue over his lips to wet them and Hotch feels the air sucked right from his lungs.

It's like he's a teenager all over again.

"How has your first day been?"

It's a useless question but one Hotch has never asked. Something is making him act nicer. Warmer.

"I really like the team here. Everyone is so helpful and on task. You run them well."

Compliments don't get to Hotch yet he feels himself flush.

"Thank you. I do my best."

"I can tell."

God damn he was smooth. Hotch could feel the room getting smaller around him as he forced himself to keep eye contact.

"Garcia gave me a slight run down on your background but I want to hear from you."

"Oh well, want do you want to know?"

Everything.

"I want to know what you think your strengths are."

He chewed his lip thinking.

"Well you probably know about my time on the dark web but recently I've been doing integrations."

"Fo how long?"

"Almost a year?"

"Are you good at it?"

He smiled. Hotch shifted slightly in his chair. He wanted to see him in that smile and nothing else.

"Youre a professional, test me."

"Ok, tell me everything about me."

He cocks his head still smiling.

"You're strict but not out of nature rather you prefer complete order and the best way to keep it is to control your team and most importantly yourself. You love your people but you make yourself cold to them as a defense mechanism. You're divorced, a single parent of one young kid and judging from the crayons in your pencil mug they are an artist. You love them which is why they are never at your work and why you block off parts of your calender for their events. You hate the way people treat the younger generation which is why you made everyone called Dr. Reid Dr. Reid instead of Agent and most importantly you liked me from the moment you saw me which is why you haven't been taking notes despite the notepad in front of you."

Hotch holds eye contact with him unspeaking for several mintues before speaking.

"It seems you've already had much experience but you'll still be working with our teach runner Garica."

He smiles and gives his hand to shake. The room is silent till he leaves and Hotch is left standing alone. He's never met and agent like this and truth be told he for the first time is really nervous.

Nobody has read him that well on the first try.

[lost-walmartbag]

Prom with Tweek Tweak

Song: Nonsense - Sabrina Carpenter

Warning: N/A

Background: Tweek works up the courage to ask you to prom.

Status: Request Open

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As prom for south park high came up everyone was planning on what to do and wear. You on the other hand were dreading prom. You didn't have a boyfriend and no one had asked to go with you so the night didn't seem very fun to you. You completely were unaware that your friend Tweek had been trying to work up the courage to ask you to go to prom with him.

"God you still haven't asked her?" Tolkien asked Tweek who was clearly embarrassed.

"Dude you should do it soon before you run out of time," Clyde says.

"Y-yeah w-what if s-s-someone else as-asks h-her out?" Jimm said causing Craig to shoot him a look as if to say 'Shut the hell up'.

"I say just do what feels right. I promise she's going to say yes. You don't have to do anything flashy." Craig said giving Tweek the boost he needed.

"W-when should I do it?" He asked nervously.

"Whenever you get her in private next," Clyde responded.

"Don't fuck it up." Tolkien teased causing Craig to give him the same look he had given Jimmy.

Throughout the school day, any time Tweek would see you alone, he would try to come up to you but you were constantly being pulled away. It was a bit of a blow to his confidence every time it happened but he tried to suck it up. When school ended you saw Tweek leaving with Craig and ran up to them

"Hey, guys." You say warmly walking to Tweek's side.

"H-Hey Y/N." Tweek greeted clearly nervous.

"Hey Y/N I was just heading out you two should walk together," Craig said patting Tweek's shoulder.

Tweek's eyes widen and looked at Craig. He pulled aside a bit so you wouldn't hear them.

"Y-you're going to leave me with them?" He asked his hands shaking.

"Nows your chance Tweek. You're gonna be ok I promise." Craig said with a slight smile calming Tweek down a bit.

Tweek nodded and watched as Craig walked off leaving the two of you there. You smiled and walked with Tweek towards your home. The walk was silent but it wasn't awkward just quiet. Tweej wanted to ask but every time he opened his mouth it was like he was mute. With every passing moment, he felt like he was going to lose the opportunity. Once you two were in front of your house you turned to him giving him a smile that made his palms sweaty.

"I'll see you tomorrow." You say heading to your front door.

"W-wait!" Tweek said making you turn to face him again clearly confused why he had said it so loudly. His face turned red and he tried to calm himself down.

"What's up?" You asked walking closer to him.

He shut him eyes and tried to take a deep breath but he couldn't calm himself. You place your hand on his cheek and smile softly.

"Whatever it is I promise you'll feel better if you say it." You say gently calming him down enough to open his eyes. "I'm right here Tweek it's ok."

"W-will you go to prom with me?" He asked clearly still nervous but trying his best to hide it.

You look at him for a second just processing what he said. You slowly start to smile turning into a laugh. Tweek starts freaking out by your reaction.

"I-I-I'm sorry i-i-it was stupid." He said panicking

"No. No." You say calming down but still smiling. "I'd love to go with you."

You gently kiss his cheek making his face heat up. You turn your back to him and walk to your front door again.

"I'll see you tomorrow Tweek." You say entering your house leaving Tweek there a blushing mess.

"Come on I'll get you home," Craig says coming up behind Tweek and taking his hand.

Craig had followed you both just to make sure that Tweek would ask you. But it was mostly because he knew something like this was going to happen and he'd have to step in. Tweek was just stuttering the entire way home.

After that, you hung around Tweek more just never stopped making him nervous and jumpy. Any time you would walk up he would immediately become a stuttering blushing mess. Luckily Craig was there to decyper.

"We have to go shopping for our outfits soon do you want to go together?" You asked looking up at Tweek and making strong eye contact.

"I-I-I l-like." He stuttered out and Craig sighed.

"He'd love to. You should go after school." He said.

"Ok see you then." You say with a smile and walk off.

It bothered you that Tweek was still nervous around you but you knew he couldn't help it so you tried not to let it get to you. As you walked away Craig turned to Tweek and sighed.

"You need to work on not being so nervous around her."

"I k-know it's just hard she's so p-pretty," Tweek said making Craig sigh again.

"Tweek she said yes that means she likes you too. She's probably just as nervous as you are but because you're so nervous she has to hide it." He explains patting his shoulder.

Craig's words clicked in Tweeks head it was like a switch had been flipped. He thought about what Craig said for the rest of the day and tried to see if they were true. He watched you closely and saw that you would take occasional glances at him and become a blushing mess. Craig was right. After school, you took a deep breath and walked up to Tweek smiling brightly.

"Hey, you ready to go?" You asked linking your arm with his.

"Yeah lets go." Tweek said smiling down at you without stuttering or blushing. Tweek was dying inside he but he had to force himself to keep his composer. It shocked you that he was able to be confident and as you shopped together it made you increasingly nervous about how well he kept his composure.

The night of prom you got ready as you slipped into your yellow dress. Tweek came to your house shortly after you got ready and knocked on your door. When you opened the door you saw him in his suit with yellow accents. He looked down at you seeing how good you looked in your dress made him nervous but he had to stay calm for you.

"You look beautiful." He said quietly making your face heat up.

"T-thank y-you. Y-y-you look good too." You stutter out and step outside following him to his car.

The drive there was quiet you just sat there blushing and fidgeting with your hands. Once you got to the school Tweek took your hand walking inside with you. Everything was beautiful but it was hard to enjoy as your body temperature rose. You and Tweek chatted throughout the night just laughing and smiling.

After a few hours Wendy got on stage and announced the prom king and queen. "Y/N L/N and Craig Tucker!"

Your eyes widened and you looked at Tweek who was smiling softly. He encouraged you to go up and you listened. Once you got on stage with Craig you both got crowned and step down to do your dance.

"Didn't think I'd win." You say quietly with a laugh as you and Craig dance.

"Me either," Craig said with a chuckle. "You and Tweek having fun?"

"Yeah actually, he's acting different tonight." You say blushing.

"That's my fault. I told him you were probably as nervous as he was so he's trying to be confident so he can see you nervous." Craig explained as the dance ended and people were rushing to the floor. "Let him do this. It's good for him."

Craig let go of you and walked off the dance floor. Tweek walked up to you taking your hand and spinning you around so you were close to his chest.

"You have fun?" He asked wrapping an arm around your waist as he danced with you.

"Yeah, it was insightful." You said blushing a bit.

"Oh, he told you why I'm acting different huh?" He asked his face slowly turning pink.

You giggle and nod and smile up at him. "Thank you I know it's hard for you to act like you aren't nervous."

"You did it for me so let me do it for you." He said quietly leaning in closer to you and softly kissing your lips.

You blushed harder but kissed back as you two danced. The night was wonderful and while you and Tweek were both nervous wrecks around each other it somehow worked. You definitely had to thank Craig tomorrow.

A/N: Hey guys sorry I'm like gonna be really out of it for a while so if it seems like I hate my writing and my writing deserves to be hated it's bc I'm kinda going through it rn. I don't want sympathy I'll be ok so dw. I'll still try pumping out stories I just really need a nap rn so I may or may not write which makes me sad bc I'm like one week back from my like month break. But honestly if yall wanna help send me requests, let me know yall still enjoying my writing, and idk just small things that'll help me get outta my slump. But of course only if yall want to I'm a big girl I'll be fine and will come back better than ever 😌 Anyway hope you enjoyed love yall and thank you so much for supporting my work 🩷🩷🩷

[semiweirdshipper]

Hello, I have been following your work for a long time, and every time I read your fan fiction with a sinking heart. The way you convey emotions, feelings, character of the characters is just perfect! And I have read your "My Saddest Journey" more than five times.

I would like to ask, if it's not difficult for you, to write some Headcannons on this fan fiction.

I'm not insisting, sorry in advance for the trouble, I'm just a little in love ❤️

Hi murmiss. I would like to say, first, that I am sorry for denying your request in the beginning. "My Saddest Journey" is a very sensitive topic for me and when I'm asked about it I tend to get emotional. But! I decided to go ahead and provide you with some headcanons. I hope they satisfy you.

...

First: How do Frank, Ji-woon and Danny feel after everything that happened?

Well they all feel differently. Ji-woon is mostly in the fog and doesn't think much about it. Frank is pouty and very grudgemental towards the reader for a number of reasons, and he may stand to cause some unfortunate trouble in the future. As for Danny- oh, Danny. After seeing how bad the reader has it- and after having a private, sneaky conversation with them- he develops an attraction towards them, a desire to protect them and claim them as his own. But too bad! The reader doesn't like him. Can he fix that though? We'll see.

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How does papa Evan feel?

After seeing just how bad the reader is effected, Evan asks Freddy to share what memories of theirs he witnessed, and he realizes a few things. (Plus Herman gave him a very lengthy lecture about how he would wrestle him if he was mean to the reader again). Evan will want to right his wrongs and get to know the reader better.

But do you know how difficult that will be? The reader does not trust him at all. In fact they're so scared to go around him that they more or less entice the Dredge to show up thus causing more bad memories and chaos. Evan is going to have to approach this reader as if they were an abused cat. (Gentle Evan is the best Evan). Once he can get them to talk and share their similarities, there will be fluff and comfort.

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The reader opens up faster to the father figures than they do the love interests. This is meant to be practical and funny, but also an indicator of their trauma. Let's use Herman for example because he's head over heels for the reader, and he really is trying his hardest to charm them, but all he gets is polite, cold shoulders in response. And then there's Evan and all he has to do is pat their head and they instantly melt into his arms. Screw you Evan! Kidding, we love our papa bear.

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The introduction of Wesker. This will happen much later on but it will be big. Not only will we get to see a completely different side of the reader, but so will Wesker who pretty much gets his arse beat during a trial with them. He's obviously interested after that and wants to learn more about them. The reader picks up on his naughty energy and politely tells him off, but Wesker relents until the reader more or less snaps and humiliates him. "Look, I don't find you attractive, ok? Now please leave me alone. You are making me uncomfortable."

Sucks to be you, Wesker. Can you see Herman smirking in the background? Oh yes you can. Don't worry though, he's not finished. Wesker always gets what he wants. Right?

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Micheal being an overprotective, possessive goof. After learning just how sweet, modest and caring this reader is, he can't help but to stake his claim. "Go away. This is MY traumatized hooman. Get your own." Oh Michael... But Michael's kindness and gentility will help the reader relax and open up in many ways.

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Ok, this headcanon is one I'm not quite sure if I'll use or not, but I thought it was funny so I'll go ahead and share. It's called the "lift" experiment. Basically the killers want to see if carrying the sad survivors will keep the Dredge away. For example, Michael holding the reader bridal style in his arms for an hour.

This idea is meant to be purely silly, but it could also help the reader open up to touch. Like a trust exercise. I was going to use the biggest boys for it, and some of them fight over who can carry the reader because the reader is modest, quiet and sweet and won't cause them trouble. Who will get to them first, you know? Lol, it's just a silly thought. You guys can tell me if it's worth writing.

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Then we have Jeffrey and Caleb who will be the group that the reader is officially placed in next. And those two will be the ultimate father figures. Lots and lots and lots of fluff. Jeffrey also knows which other killers' like the reader romantically and purposely makes them jealous by openly cuddling the reader in public or giving them kisses on their forehead and stuff like that. Let's not forget how insanely protective these two killers are. Eeeek! I can't wait to write them, but it's honestly going to be a while and I'm very slow updating that story.

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There's some headcanons. I hope you enjoyed. Again I apologize for being sensitive. I hope you're doing well and have an amazing day ❤️

[monsterswithimagines]

Undisclosed Desires - Part 11

Joe Goldberg x female!Reader

Summary: Twenty minutes before he would have met Guinevere Beck, Joe meets you instead. You intruige him, but it will soon become clear that there is something off about you.

Words: 951

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Guysssss I'm sorry if this sucks. I spent all day at the office wishing I could write and then I got home and people just would NOT leave me alone and I had to keep taking breaks 😭😭. Also I kind of didn't know how I wanted this chapter to go at all but now that I'm past it I'll probably have less trouble.

I'm not mad, (Y/n).

It's been three days and you're still avoiding me, but I'm so not mad that I give Ethan a raise and that I buy Paco dinner twice and that I smile at everyone who walks into Mooney’s. That's how you know I love you: I understand that you need time and space to figure out how you feel. And I can wait. And I don't take it out on others. Love is patient, after all.

And this is love. I know it is. You said I am great, and cute, and ugh, and that means something. But you said it yourself: you are ruining this by avoiding me. And when I text you, you're short with me. Why are you doing this to us? Are you the kind of girl who sabotages good things?

Then you finally text me properly. It's a long string of texts, and I want to ignore you because I'm not mad, but I'm a little disappointed in you, honestly, and I think that's fair. But the more I read, the more I smile, and I know I will not ignore you.

YOU: ok im so sorry i know iv been super distant and rude and that is totally on me and id love to tell u iv just been busy or whatever but the truth is actually that i've kind of been avoiding you?? i know i know im a mega bitch. plz forgive me 🙏🏻

YOU: but heres the thing iv never??? done this before??? like gone on dates and gotten drunk and spilled my guts to a guy and liked a guy

YOU: like this is so embarrassing bc i might just be making a super big deal out of nothing

YOU: iv had like six coffees today im sorry im not making sense

YOU: iv never had a boyfriend before and i dont have any other friends here and also im kind of like. super insecure??? so

YOU: you can interrupt me any minute now

YOU: pls

ME: Just give me a moment.

Ethan isn't here to watch the register but honestly, (Y/n)? I don't care. There's only two people in the store and they've both been browsing forever. They're just going to end up buying books they will never read, so I go into the office and close the door behind me. And then I call you.

You answer right away.

“Hey, you,” you say, embarrassed.

“You should have too much coffee more often,” I tell you.

“Uh, no, never again. I have a horrible headache.”

“I'm sorry.”

“It's okay,” you assure me. I hear something slam in the background. “Oops.”

“What are you doing?”

“Just rearranging my furniture.”

“Okay. Why?”

“I'm having a… day,” you say. “Sometimes I just have these moments where I have to change something about my life right this second, you know?”

“So you rearrange your furniture and you text guys illiterate love confessions.”

“Illiterate!” you exclaim. “I will have you know I am a copywriter, and I'm very good at my job.”

“Uh huh.”

“My failure to capitalize my texts is entirely on purpose.”

“Right.”

“And so is the lack of commas.”

I keep quiet, and you realize that I called what you sent me a love confession. You don't correct me because you do love me. You do.

“So,” you say. “Thoughts?”

“I like you. I think that's pretty clear. I went to a music festival with you, and the music was terrible.”

You laugh.

“But I don't want to push you into anything. Have you really never had a boyfriend?”

“Well, there was this boy at summer camp when I was twelve. We held hands on the swings and he shared his Nintendo with me. But I don't think that counts.” I've never wanted to kill a twelve-year-old boy before. “Then there was a girl when I was fifteen. I liked her but it turned out she was just, like, experimenting. So was I, really. We lasted two weeks.”

A girl, huh? This isn't something I expected. But I don't react, because I know you want me to react, and you also don't always like to get what you want right away.

“But no,” you conclude. “I've never actually dated anyone before. That doesn't mean you're pushing me.”

You are so brave, (Y/n). You've never been in love with anyone before but here you are, taking charge.

On your end of the phonecall, something else slams. Then something shatters. You curse and someone knocks on the office window, and I hold up my finger at him to indicate one minute.

“Hey,” I say. “Do you want me to come over and help? After work, I mean.”

“No. I mean, yes to coming over, but no to helping. I'll just get annoyed because you're not doing it exactly how I want it to be done.”

“I'll just bring food, then.”

Another kock at the window. I'm going to kill this guy.

“Great! I'm craving pizza,” you say.

“Pizza it is. Toppings?”

“Pepperoni. And jalapenos.”

“You got it.”

“See you tonight, Joe,” you say, but what you really mean is I love you.

We hang up and I go help the man. I am so nice to him, because you have invited me to your apartment. You want me there. You want me to sit on your bed and feed you and watch you move your books around because you love me, and you told me you've never had a boyfriend before which means you think I am your boyfriend now.

Closing time can't come soon enough.

[darkcrowprincess]

Reminders to people who watch Midsommar and who hate on people who think Dani's ending is a happy one:

Anyone in real life can be susceptible to cults! Anyone! Doesn't matter how intelligent you are. Or how vulnerable you are anyone can get sucked in. So telling someone how thinking Dani has a happy ending in a fictional movie means your are easily able to get tricked by a cult is not only rude and mean. You are missing the point of fiction vs reality.

Ari Aster himself said he saw the movie as a fairy tale. A folk horror. Where The Hårga are good happy thing for Dani. Everyone else in the movie is in a horror movie. Dani herself is in a fairytale and thats why she survives.

The movie is less about cults and more so about breakups. Its a breakup fantasy. Emphasis on fantasy. So yes I am going to say good for her to Dani a fictional character for her fictional killing of her fictional asshole boyfriend. Because its not real!

Can the Fandom purity culture and Fandom purity police just leave people alone and let them enjoy things? If they are not hurting themselves or anyone in real life than just let them be. Stop worrying how people see the ending of a fictional movie and worry about actual real issues in real life. Ok? Ok.

It just annoys me when I try looking up stuff for Midsommar and I find posts like that. Everyone is entitled to their opinions. And can see the ending of the movie in their own way. But when people say, seeing the ending of the movie as a happy ending makes you an easy target for real cults. Well it pisses me off. Dani is more the easier type of victims for cults. But again as I said. Anyone can get sucked into a cult. Doesn't matter who you are. How intelligent you are, or what background you come from. Depending on the type of cult. You can get sucked in. The best thing to know is how to find the signs and knowing when to leave. So stop bringing real issues and horrors into a fictional movie. A fictional movie that people are allowed to enjoy and see how they want.

(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you)

[canirove]

In The Name of Love | Chapter 9

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"Merry Christmas, mum."

"Merry Christmas" she says, hugging me. 

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"We have it all under control, don't worry."

"Ok. Then I'm gonna go say hello to auntie… Mum! What are you doing?”

"Checking if you are wearing makeup" she says after rubbing her finger on my face.

"Why?"

"Because you look different, and since you never wear it… Have you gotten botox?"

"What?" I laugh.

"It's ok if you have, I won't judge you."

"I haven't done anything to my face, mum" I say, rolling my eyes.

"Then what is it? Because your hair also looks the same, and I'm pretty sure I've seen you wearing that jumper before."

"I don't know" I shrug. 

"There is something. I know there is" she says, squinting her eyes at me.

"Yeah, cool. I'm gonna go say hello to everyone else" I reply, walking away.

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"Merry Christmas, Val!"

"Merry Christmas, Marina. How is high school going?"

"It sucks" she says, sitting down next to me. "What about your school?"

"I'm loving it."

"Well, at least one of us is happy" she sighs while checking her phone. 

"Marina, is that… Is that who I think it is?" I say, pointing at her lock screen.

"My boyfriend, yes" she grins.

"Your what?" I laugh.

"Not in this universe, but in the one in my head he is. Isn't he hot?" she says, unlocking her phone and showing me the other photo she has as her background.

"I mean… In that photo… not that much."

"What? Have you seen him, Val? Like really seen him?" she says, almost hitting me with her phone when she moves it closer to my face.

"I have, yes" I chuckle. And this morning in my bed to be precise. Because my cousin's "boyfriend" and the person on her phone… is Pedri.  

"He is so hot" she says, starting to scroll through a bunch of photos of him.

"Who is hot?" 

"Hello, David. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, cousin" he says, sitting on the sofa with us. "Who is hot?"

"My boyfriend" Marina smiles.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"I do" she says, showing him a photo of Pedri shirtless.

"He's cute."

"He is the most handsome man ever" Marina sighs.

"She's in love" I say, trying not to laugh. 

"And aren't you two ashamed?" my mum says, showing up out of nowhere. "Your little cousin has a boyfriend already, and you two nothing. Did you know that Angela also is bringing her boyfriend for lunch tomorrow so we all can officially meet him?"

"Yeah, she introduced him to mum and dad the other day too. Good for them, I guess" David shrugs.

"You two are the oldest cousins. You should be married already and with a kid each."

"Yeah… I think I'll pass" David shrugs again.

"Urgh" my mum says, rolling her eyes. "By the way, do you see anything different in Val?"

"She looks the same as always to me. Marina?"

"Same" she says, not lifting her eyes from her phone.

"But there is something different. I know it" my mum insists before leaving us alone.

"She is right, you know?" David says.

"About what? Us being a disgrace to the family?" I laugh.

"I'm talking about you looking different. Like happier. As if… Oh my God, Val. Are you getting the vitamin D?"

"What?"

"He means if you are having sex. D stands for dick."

"Marina!" I say.

"What? I'm 16" she shrugs.

"You are Val, aren't you? Who is he? Is he hot? The P.E. teacher at your school? A dilf?"

"I'm not seeing anyone, David."

"Then why are you blushing?" Marina smirks.

"I'm not!"

"Yes, you are, Val" David chuckles. "C'mon, tell us something about him. We promise we won't tell your mum. Right, Marina?"

"Promise."

"He… He is just a friend" I say, nervously playing with my fingers.

"A friend with benefits."

"Yes, David. A friend with benefits."

"Do you love him?" Marina asks.

"What? No! No, no, no. I may have some type of feelings for him, but I do not love him."

"She's falling in love with him" Marina says, looking at David as if I wasn't sitting between them.

"She definitely is, yes. And she's falling hard" David replies.

"What are you two talking about? I'm not falling in love with anyone, hard or soft" I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Sure, Val. Sure" David laughs. "But I'm happy for you. You deserve a good man after boring Marc."

"I thought you liked him."

"I thought so too, but then he started dating that horrible Isabel, completely ignoring the way she always treated you, and I moved him to the black list."

"He sucks" Marina says. "Not like my Pepi."

"Please don't call him that, he hates it" I say.

"How do you know? He plays for Barça and you say you always ignore what they do" she asks, arching an eyebrow.

"I… I think I read it somewhere. Against my will, of course" I say with a nervous laugh. Fuck. Shit. Help.

"You've got even more red than you were before, Val. Do you secretly watch Barça's games?"

"That's ridiculous, Marina."

"Do you have a crush on Pedri?"

"What?" I say, my voice sounding all squeaky. "Why would I have a crush on him?"

"Because he is hot? Look at him" she says, showing me another photo.

"He has really nice lips. What do you think, Val?" David says.

"I don't think anything. He plays for the enemy, he's forbidden."

"Are you telling me that if he asked, you wouldn't… you know" he smirks.

"Eww, no."

"I would" Marina says. "And ugh, my phone is dying, gonna go find a charger. But this spot on the sofa is mine, ok? Don't let anyone sit here."

"We won't" David smiles. "Val, why are you shagging a football player?" he whispers once Marina is gone.

"What?" 

"Valeria, I know you better than I know myself and I've seen the way you've reacted to us talking about that Pedri guy. And right now you are so red I fear all your blood is on your face and your head may explode. So, how did you meet? Did he slide into your dms?"

"He didn't slide anywhere."

"Didn't he?" he says with a mischievous smile.

"You are the worst, David" I reply.

"But I'm not lying, am I? And he must be really good at sliding judging by the way you are glowing."

"I… you.."

"Yes?" he grins.

"Ok, fine" I sigh, finally giving up. "But we'll talk about it later when we are alone. I don't want anyone hearing us."

"Yeah... We don't want Marina finding out that her cousin is shagging her boyfriend. Or worse, your mum!" David laughs.

"You seriously are the worst" I say, hitting his arm.

"Yet you still consider me your favourite cousin" he smiles.

"Somehow I do, yes." 

"Do you promise to tell me everything about this guy, then?"

"I promise. Now shut up and bring me a glass of something. With alcohol if possible."

"Right away, my lady!" he says.

I can't keep this from David. He's always been there for me during the good and the bad times, always knowing what to say and do. And having a different point of view regarding my relationship or whatever it is I have with Pedri, may be good. It may even help me understand what the hell I am feeling. Because he and Marina were right. I am falling in love with him. 

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I can't believe you lied to me 😭

What?

You have a girlfriend! 

What the fuck are you talking about, Val?

You have a girlfriend and you didn't tell me 😭

I don't have a girlfriend!

Yes, you do! Her name is Marina!

Marina? I don't know anyone with that name

Her name is Marina and she is 16

What?

She's my cousin!

Fucking hell, Val 🙄

Are you drunk?

No

Then what is all this? 

Me messing with you 😜

Not funny 🙄 

I thought you had read some bullshit online and believed it

I know better than that

Good

Who is this Marina, then?

My youngest cousin.  On Christmas Eve she told me that you were her boyfriend.  On a alternative universe, but 🤷‍♀️

What? 😂😂

She has you as her lock screen and phone background, like a million photos of you saved, and runs a fan account about you on Instagram. But I was texting you because I need to ask you a favour

Ok

Can you get us tickets for one of your next games? Maybe one on Saturday since she has school.  I want them to be her Christmas gift

Val, Three Kings Day is in a couple of days. 

Aren't you a bit late with your presents? 😂

I already have her present.  This is an extra one because I know her dad is getting her your shirt 

Are you sure about this, tho? You'll have to go to the Camp Nou again 😏

I know 😫  But it'll be just for a couple of hours, I know I can survive that

I was thinking that I could meet you after the game, maybe give her an autograph and take some photos too?

Do you really want to do that? She's fucking crazy 😂

She's your cousin, I'm used to it 🤷🏻‍♂️

🙄🙄🙄

Tickets and meeting after, then?

We'll see.  First I'll have to come out with an excuse for why I know you

Yeah… you can't tell her you are fucking her boyfriend

That's what my cousin David said He knows btw

What?

He knows me better than I know myself and could feel that something was going on, so I had to tell him 🤷‍♀️  We had a really nice chat 

And what did he say?

That haters gonna hate and good for me 🤷‍♀️

I like him  

My mum thought I had botox because my face looked different 🤦‍♀️

What? 😂😂😂

And then David told her it was because of some vitamin D I was taking.  But not the one from oranges 

I don't get it

🍆

Oh… 

You mean my vitamin D 😏

Yeah 🙄 

It's really good. It gives you clear skin and keeps you in shape. 

Are you in need of another session? I'm free 😏

I'm not in Barcelona until the holidays are over, remember?

Had forgotten 😔 

We'll have to make up for it when you are back, do something to burn all the turrón you must be eating 😏

Ugh, don't mention it.  I'm eating for two or three 😫

Val… 😳

Relax 😂  It's just that my aunt is the best cook ever and I can't help myself 

It's the second time you've scared me today

My poor heart can't take it anymore 💔

Aww, poor Pepi 🥺

🙄

My cousin calls you her Pepi 😂

🙄🙄🙄 

What do you call me? 🤔

Annoying

Look who is talking 🙄

😇

No, but seriously

Am I just Pedri? No nickname?

No

You are so boring, Val 🙄

Yet you like me 😌

I do

And very much ❤️💙

I don't like those colours 🤢

🙄🙄

🤷🏼‍♀️

Better like this? 🤍

Much better 🥰

I like you, Val 🤍

And I like you too, my annoying kid/teenager/young man 🤍

I think I prefer not having a nickname 😂😂😂

Ok 🤷‍♀️  I like you 🤍

💙❤️🤍

That looks French 😂

And then I am the annoying one 🙄

😚

I guess we'll have to stick to white so the lady doesn't complain 🙄

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍 

Oh, wow. Are you ok? 😂

Count them

What?

Count the hearts

14?

Yes, like my team's champions league trophies 😌

I'm leaving you for your cousin

You can't

Why not?

I'm not allowing it 

Jealous? 😏

No But you are MY annoying kid/teenager/young man and no one else's.  Understood?

Yes, ma'am 🥰

[jacevelaryonswife]

► Why’d you only call me when you high? | Modern 「AU」

"Oh baby, are you awake? Are you waiting for me? I would love to go to your apartment." He answered cheerfully, with a distant sound in the background. "I FUCKING LOVE YOU."

pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

a/n: This is situated in college. I don't usually physically detail the reader so that feels included, but personality is something apart. English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes. I’m totally obsessed with modern au.

warnings: mentions of alchool and sex. NSWF. Don’t read if you’re underage!

Inspired by the queen of modern!aegon @valeskafics

For: @faces-ofvenus

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Usually your phone was in silent mode. You hated hearing/receiving any kind of notification, but then this important call came up that forced you to activate the annoying sounds. However, the rush throughout the day made you totally forget to disable the option and ended up being responsible for the rough way you woke up. In fact, there was another factor that contributed to the startled jump you gave on the mattress when you heard the irritating ringing of the call, and that factor — that someone — couldn’t be any other than him.

"Holy crap." You muttered sleepily and scared as you turned down the hellish volume on your phone. Your gaze narrowed when your saw the hour and your blood boiled when your saw the name of the blonde slut who ruined your sleep. “What the fuck made you call me at 3 AM, Aegon?”

“Oh baby, are you awake? Are you waiting for me? I would love to come to your apartment.” He answered happily, with a distant sound in the background. “I FUCKING LOVE YOU.”

"Are you drunk?" You asked irritably.

“Nop. Jace didn't let me drink much tonight, he's so annoying, come on."

"Are you high?"

"Totally. I think I smoked like 5 joints from-"

"YOU WHAT? WHY DO YOU ONLY CALL ME WHEN YOU'RE HIGH? YOU FUCKING IDIOT!”

"WHY YOU HATE ME? I JUST WANT TO LOVE YOU."

“YOU JUST WANT TO FUCK ME AGAIN, LEAVE ME ALONE DUDE.”

“PLEASE I MISS YOU AND YOUR HOT PUS-“

Probably your grouchy neighbor on the right would complain about your screaming tomorrow. You didn't care, flinging yourself against the mattress as you dropped your phone to the side. Unbelievable. No, it was entirely believable by Aegon Targaryen standards.

You met him at a college party and almost regretted returning the smile he sent your way. Almost. He was sexy and cocky, the type of guy who certainly wouldn't be your type to get involved with, but who are you lying to? You liked the sloppy flirting and unfounded confidence he displayed. By the end of the night you were riding him wild and uninhibited, moaning as his hands tightened around your waist and tits.

Oh, how he loved watching you take him so hard. He moaned loudly as he filled the condom, maintaining a satisfied smile during and after he came hard. Fuck, you were unbelievable. He felt his pelvis tingle as you disconnected your bodies, dropping down next to him on the bed.

Ok, fucking that jerk was really good, but you knew it was a one-night stand. No hugs, no caresses and no cute kisses. You also knew that the main factor that made Aegon warm —besides your beauty — was your denying him the candy, flashing him a smile that let him know it wouldn't be easy to get into your pants. That made him insist even more, after all Aegon Targaryen doesn't rum away from a challenge as delicious as you.

However, you weren't the type of girl who liked to be dumped.

He eyes narrowed when he realized you were putting on the rest of your clothes, walking on the bed until he reached you. “I'm not kicking you out yet.” He said with a goofy grin.

“I know, I'm kicking myself out.” You returned the smile, snatching the cigarette from his hand. “I hate this shit.”

He throbbed to see you suck so sensually and release the smoke towards him, keeping your face close, which made it easy for him to capture your lips in a sloppy and horny kiss. Fuck, how he wanted to get hard again so he wouldn't let you go.

But apparently seeing him hot and fidgety only served to make you want to leave more.

“Come on, we can have a second round. I bet you'd like it more than the first one." He insisted in a whiny voice initially, but arrogantly later.

“Bet you would like it, big guy.”

With an amused smile as you turned your back, you grabbed your bag and winked at him before leaving. You really liked the feeling and you couldn't help it, hearing him ask for your number and get up naked behind you.

"I'll take you home, I won't let you out at this hour." He said, making you stop in surprise. "I'm going to put my clothes."

Doubting Aegon's cunning ability, you walked into the bedroom when he asked if the lipstick on the floor was yours.

He stayed on top this time, deliciously fucking your body, pulling your hair, fingering your clit and licking your neck. You came hard and let a smile break out as he thrust from behind. The motherfucker was really good.

"I'm still taking you home." Aegon said as he fell face down beside you, a smile even more idiotic than the first. It was cute, and you roll your eyes at the thought.

It's been a month since that night, and he didn't reach out to you again until last week. Since then, he calls you at dusk when he's mostly drunk or high. It was the fourth time you've attended to him under those conditions, but never this late. You huffed as you got out of bed to pee, phone in hand with flashlight on and skin automatically shivering with the cold that circulated in the apartment. It was extremely relaxing to relieve your bladder at dawn, but apparently you couldn't enjoy it for long as another call from Aegon popped up on your screen. You ignored it, but soon several messages started polluting your locked screen, one of which caught your attention.

“I'm coming to your apartment, get that pussy ready 💦💦”

OH COME ON.

Your fingers typed furiously to stop him from going to your house, recording two audios and calling him who magically decided to ignore you.

“Aegon, STOP BEING A BITCH AND DON’T COME TO MY HOUSE.”

It was the last thing you typed until you heard him yell outside. This can only be a joke. You quickly descended the floors until you found him outside, not caring about the lack of clothes that covered your legs. The uber looked at you amusedly, leaving shortly afterwards.

“Why are you here Aegon? Fuck." You pulled him inside, not wanting to expose yourself to the danger of a deserted street at dawn.

"I miss you." He whimpered as he squeezed your waist, as sly as a spoiled child. His hand cupped your ass as he whispered into your neck, “And this hot body. Mhmm let’s fuck, baby.”

“You’re in no condition to fuck anyone right now.” You countered by pulling away from him.

“Why are you so mean? This is so hot.”

Analyzing your options, you rushed to choose the best possible one for the situation. The first: you would send him back home and go back to sleep. The counterpoint: you didn't want to spend money on uber. The second option: you could call one of his friends to pick him up, but it was 3:15AM and you realized that you didn't have any of their numbers or instagram. The last one: you would let him sleep at your house and kick him out the next day. Counterpoint: he would probably take a while to sleep and consequently you would take a while to sleep. But apparently it was the only possible option.

So, dragging him back to your apartment, you straddled his bed on the couch while pushing his insistent hands away from your body. He was a fucking tease.

“Why can't I sleep in your bed?” He whimpered.

"Because you don't want to sleep in my bed." You emphasized the word sleep, leading him to the couch.

“Mhmm, stay with me until I fall asleep, ok?”

You huffed when he laid down and pulled you close. Sitting down next to him and letting him guide your hand to touch the silver hair, you complained, "You're so spoiled, you know that?"

“Uhmm.” He nodded sleepily, quickly closing his eyes.

Damn, you really had a problem to solve now.

[proxythe]

What kind of music can you see the P3 cast listening too? Your latest post just made me wonder that. Also just curious, what music do you listen to normally? I ask everyone this lol

im kind of unbelievably horrible at knowing music genres, let alone trying to assign specific genres to characters but i’ll try my best 😭 guys plz dont cook me if its bad im not that big of a musichead plz plz

Anyways. firstly, since minato and kotone both canonically listen to the p3 ost, i can assign them hip hop/rap/pop off rip. if it’s in their playlist, i think we can gather that they enjoy it.

minato - alt rock, pop punk, gothwave, video game osts. i say video game osts bc i yhink minato would like sitting around in a video game afk just to listen to the background music. i dont think minato is a goth but i feel as if gothwave has a sound he’d find enjoyable

kotone - alt rock, hip hop/rap, pop rock. she loves to lip sync to it and u can hear the song she’s lip syncing to bc i also know kotone probably turns her volume to max so loud you’d think she’ll damage her ears someday if not soon

yukari - dance pop, new wave, pop. she’s one of those people who hates country and sucks at listening to music outside her preferred genre. secretly likes a few alt songs but she’d never put them on her main playlist

junpei - hip hop, r&b. probably also a pop enjoyer, but honestly he’d like anything if it were catchy. he loves to dance and it sucks bc he’s really good at it so nobody can make fun of him

fuuka - alt/indie, pop. she’d also enjoy video game music, like minecraft ost and she cries to it. i think she mostly likes slower music. music that makes her feel like her soul is leaving her body and ascending to a different plane of existence

mitsuru - classical. rich girl… but i also think the girls would influence her taste to expand more and she’d find herself enjoying the worst songs you’ve ever heard in your life. it’s ok tho since it’s her first time branching out. she’ll grow…

akihiko - whatever’s on the radio, mostly enjoys upbeat faster paced music that can easily hype someone up. he’s kinda that one pic that’s like “Gym Beast Playlist” and the first song is hi high by loona

shinjiro - death metal, old school hip hop. death metal came to me bc i was thinking about casual outfits for shinjiro and i really wanted to put him in a death metal shirt bc of the font lmfaoo. but i prefer more old school hip hop for him and occasionally other things like old school rock music. he hates that new shit

ken - pop, alt/indie. ken is a kid so his taste is just beginning to form. he only knows pop radio. i also think ken’s music taste is music where you’d hear it and be like “god how does anyone like this” but he’s a child so he’s allowed to get away with it. and i say indie bc i also think ken is the type of person to be sad so he listens to more sad music as if it won’t make his mood worse. he goes on youtube and types “sad music playlist” when he’s in a bad mood

aigis - feel like she focuses more on the lyrics than the sound 😭 it’s her first day on earth she hasn’t yet learned that u can listen to music for the vibe instead of the lyricism. even then, i think aigis would probably enjoy almost any kind of music bc she thinks the creativity is beautiful

koromaru - adding him bc i think he’d have shinjiro’s taste from how much he loves him. he hears death metal and it puts him right to sleep…

ryoji - similar to aigis, but he’d probably heavily prefer whatever music the protagonist also enjoys. he has his own thing for classical music as well. he plays the piano and stuff …

+ thanks for asking what my taste is. i personally prefer to listen to a lot of rock, punk, metal, etc. if my cutesy art doesn’t make it so incredibly obvious BUT i enjoy anything as long as it sounds pleasant to my ears ✌️

[matan4il]

Would I have viewed the finale differently if I didn't know it could have been the last? It still would have sucked and I would have been bummed. Outside of the Buddie of it I don't know why they couldn't let one of them stay single. Especially the pandering way they did it.

As someone who chooses not to be in a relationship, I wish they would have normalized it. I was a bit of an oopsie to older parents and the very youngest to many siblings. As a result, I have taken care of them and a lot of nieces and nephews. But I love it!! It allowed me to go to school longer and get my dream job. I get to vacation when I want. Everyone knows I will be the one to take the kids on their first trip abroad. I love my life. It's a blend of selflessness and selfishness, and there have been people like me forever. I have always seen shades of that in Eddie and Buck. I don't see the need to force either to be in a relationship or even make them seem lonely. Either way, I still wouldn't have liked it because it was done poorly, I especially didn't understand the "why Marisol." It was lazy writing and unfulfilled at best.

Also, one other small thing. I do identify with them a bit also because it's like the butterfly effect. Maybe they would be completely different people if Eddie hadn't knocked up Shannon and Bucks' parents' cared. Maybe I would be different if I was first born instead of last? And that's OK to think, but also ok to still love the life you have now..

Hi Nonnie! Thank you for the ask and sorry it's taken me a bit to reply, I wish real life wasn't as intense... but I hope you're doing good! *hug*

I agree with you so much, not wanting to be in a r/s at any cost should be normalized. I'm SO happy for you, to hear that you have a good life and that you're enjoying it to the fullest!

I believe that having a family (a romantic partner, kids) has a different meaning to each person. I'm the granddaughter of Holocaust survivors, so what family is to me was very much shaped by what they taught me. To my grandparents, the family that they built was the ultimate victory over the hatred that tried to exterminate all of us Jews. Passing along their identity, their heritage, their values, as well as the memory of those relatives who had been murdered in the Holocaust, it was all a part of this triumph. That's on top of the significance of continuity through family in Judaism in general.

So I come from a very specific background, and even I recognize that what family means to me isn't a universal thing. Which is why it's very annoying to see that TV and movies often treat the subject as if there is only one way to be happy, and that is to find a romantic partner. Many times, it's tied to having kids as well, but almost always it's about settling with a life partner. And I think it's a harmful message, this idea of "one size fits all." More than that, I believe in certain cases it's so pervasive that some people try to stick it out in bad r/s, even abusive ones, due to the idea that it's better than to be alone. When it clearly is not!

That's why Eddie breaking up with Ana simply over the fact that he wasn't happy was so important, realizing that if his happiness was elsewhere, it's okay to walk away, that was so important. Like I said in this ask reply, they can still turn the storyline with Marisol (and for that matter, Natalia) into something poignant about Eddie (and Buck's) journey. What upsets me is the thought they might have actually wanted to leave it there, in that place where Buddie seem to be dating women just for the sake of dating once more.

Hope you have a great day! As always, my ask tag. xoxox

[cyncerity]

hmm how about store shifter au? i love that one :D

"if you're not going to buy anything, put that camera away and get out."

idk i feel that fits wil tryna be sneaky in dre's store, not sure if that's what you were looking for but that's the first thing that came to mind,,,

ok but i actually love this so much-

you’re absolutely correct this fits their dynamic perfectly, this is exactly what I was looking for

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“So there isn’t anything illegal going on in this store?” Wilbur asked, an old handheld camera pressed uncomfortably into Dream’s face as he was trying to close up shop. Good god, he only had 15 minutes till the store closed. Why did Wil have to come in now?

It definitely didn’t help that Quackity had chosen to come and talk to Dream at the checkout counter moments before Wil came in, and was now pressed uncomfortably against the bottom of the desk since Dream’s first reaction was just to grab and hide him as soon as he’d seen a camera.

“For the last time, no. You’re not gonna find a reason to arrest me, now please leave me alone.” “What about…those!” He pointed at the pharmacy corner, looking at Dream like he had somehow won. Dream just sighed and rubbed his temples. “That’s for prescription meds, Ponk is licensed to sell those. Now please-“

Dream’s saving grace was the door ringing, signaling that someone had come into the store, Tommy walking in holding his uniform from Wilbur’s store.

“Ah, Tommy!” Wil yelled, rushing over and slinging an arm around the blonde, camera still pointed at Dream’s face. “Perhaps you could shed some light on this situation. To your knowledge, has your..your guardian,” he said, as if it hurt him acknowledge Dream’s connection to his favorite employee, “committed any atrocities in this store?”

Tommy hummed as Dream simply slumped over the checkout counter, waiting for whatever lie Tommy was gonna say. He knew Tommy, he wouldn’t miss an opportunity to mess with the both of them. He did, however, take that opportunity to quickly and discreetly shove Quackity into his shirt pocket, only hearing a yelp in response and a quick whisper of “asshole” directed at him. To be fair, he wasn’t great at handling tiny people yet, he could have moved Quackity a bit more gently. But in his defense, he didn’t exactly want Tommy’s deranged boss to see him. He wasn’t sure if Tommy had seen him or not, but he wasn’t really worried about that. Sapnap would probably have told his fiancés that Dream had a kid who was a shifter. Right?

“I’d say there’ve been a few war crimes.” Tommy apparently decides on, nodding his head with a stupid smirk. “A few violations of the Geneva Convention. Owning exotic animals without a license. Did you know we have an entire room of Hedgehogs in the back? Did you know Hedgehogs were illegal to own without a license?” Tommy lies, trying not to laugh. Wilbur didn’t even seem to process it, staring at Dream like he had just won the lottery.

“Ha! Your own son testifies against you! What do you have to say to that?” Wilbur asked, crossing his arms and smiling smugly. Dream sucked in a deep breath as he closed the distance between himself and Wilbur. “I think if you’re not going to buy anything, put that camera away and get out.”

“But-“ Wilbur didn’t have a chance to finish before Dream was physically pushing him out of the store. “Nope, don’t care, out!” He yelled over Wilbur’s protests. Tommy laughed loudly in the background as Wilbur was pushed out the door and locked it behind him. He swore he could even hear Quackity laughing slightly as he flipped the sign on the door to “closed” and Wilbur banged indignantly on the door.

Dream ignored him and quickly headed back to the break room, Tommy following shortly behind. Tommy flopped himself down on the beanbag as soon as they entered and Dream locked the door behind them.

“Y’know the only reason I haven’t gotten a restraining order against him is because you seem to like him.” Dream said, taking his apron off. Tommy shrugged. “What can I say, he’s entertaining. ‘S your friend ok?” He asked, pointing at Dream’s shirt. Ah, so he did see.

Dream pulled on the opening of his shirt pocket. “You doin ok in there, Big Q?” “Fuck off, man.” He responded, only lifting a hand to flip him out from in the pocket. “You gave me a migraine flinging me around like that, you bitch.” He complained, though there wasn’t any real anger in his voice. Dream laughed. “Sorry, sorry, I panicked. You gonna be alright?” “Yeah, yeah. That your kid out there?” He asked, finally sticking his head out of the pocket to look at Tommy, who had been playing on his phone and hadn’t been listening to any of that, apparently.

“Yeah, that’s him. Sapnap tell you about him?” “Yup. You two should spend the night sometime, he seems fun. Put you through the ringer with that other guy.” Quackity laughed as Dream scoffed. “Tell me about it. Wilbur’s a bitch.” “…is he a single bitch?” “Im not gonna answer that. Plus, aren’t you engaged?” “Hey, we’re open.” Quackity responded, smirking. Dream shuddered. “Don’t even think about it.” He responded, lifting Quackity out of the pocket and setting him on the room’s counter and grabbing his box of small clothes from his cubby, holding them up so Quackity could see them. “You mind if I take you up on that offer? I’m sure Tom has his backup clothes.” Quackity smiled. “Not at all. I’ll go let Sapnap and Karl know you’re coming, if you don’t mind giving me a hand.” Quackity said, standing up and pointing to the room’s higher vent. Dream obliged and laid down a hand for Quackity, letting him step on as he lifted him up to the vent.

Quackity headed back to his home as Dream grabbed a blanket from the break room communal closet and threw it over Tommy’s head, the teenager responding with an indignant shriek as Dream laughed. “Keep that over your head for a minute, I need to change.” Tommy huffed as Dream shrunk and changed into his separate borrower outfit, kicking Tommy in the ankle to signal that he was done. Tommy yanked the blanket off his head to look down at Dream, confusion clear on his face. “Get changed and shrink, Sapnap’s fiancés want to meet you.” Dream said, climbing up beanbag to end up on Tommy’s knee. His son beamed. “Fuck yeah, sleepover!”

[stupidgtblog]

Lore Stuff number 1

Edit: forgot to tag @tineylittledude

I was gonna reply but I figured I should create a post to make it a series! BE WARNED this is literally infodumping. VERYYY MESSY. If you want something less unhinged, just read my actual stories when I update them!

SOOOO first let's start with

Why does Sylvia have the reputation she does?

OK, so VERY LOADED QUESTION but the best answer is mainly because she fostered it. If people are scared of you, they leave you alone. If people think you're a threat, they won't try and attack you. When people first became *aware* of her, she used to get absolutely tormented. Daily attempts on her life. So she decided to start spreading rumors about *herself.* Whenever a band of rogues came in search of glory, she gave them a story to spread (BY SCARING THE CRAP OUT OF THEM) and kind of feeding them lies? Telling people you've killed someone without actually killing anyone kind of has the same effect as doing the real thing???

EXAMPLE TIME!

"You're a bard, I see? Lyre and all." She said, like they were just having small talk, like she wasn't holding him in a single fist. She had the most casual expression on her face! She had to be crazy.

"Something I notice about bards is..." She began to pinch an arm between her fingers, raising it by the wrist. "They get really upset when I break their little hands." They sat in tense silence for way too while, before she burst into laughter.

"I just wish you could see the look on your face - it was like I was the devil!" Her grip loosened to somewhat secure, comfortable. "Look, I'll let you and your friends leave, but only if you tell people to stop trying to kill me. It isn't going to work, it's annoying, and if someone else tries again, I'll break their spine along with their hands. Deal?"

She'd never seen such a quick nod in her life. And then she was alone again.

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A VERY EFFECTIVE METHOD! RUMOR SPREADS MEMETIC INFORMATION and now in passing you've heard you got another scary nickname! Bardbreaker. How metal.

Okay now for number two :3

Why is magic outlawed?

This is a more lore-intense answer. Magic is outlawed specifically for women (no girlbossing allowed.) For some background...

Sylvia lives in a magically-enhanced (NOT enchanted - enhanced. For agricultural purposes!) forest, ever-so-creatively named the Tallwoods! The Tallwoods was a █████ Single-Man Effort caused by the tireless and intensive work of ████ one of the brightest young minds in the magical field, ████████████ and Brantley Rosenberg!

Okay, so the main event that caused this was after the project was complete, and Brantley (after rising significantly in status after basically doubling the kingdom's economy) goes to the king himself. Brantley then complains to said king about women in magic because he sucks. He complains about miscellaneous feminine influences by female 'subordinates' of his which basically effed up the Tallwoods. It was still good, but it could've been great. He then goes on to talk about how this effect was reflected in the Tallwoods, but felt in the entire magical field. King then gets pissed off and outlaws female magic, which then gets a new name, witchcraft. Magicians weren't just Mages anymore. Men were Mages, and women were witches.

OKAY, THATS IT!!! I hope I answered your questions :3 THANK YOU FOR ASKING I APPRECIATE IT <3333