#I have no fucking clue what I’m doing in the tags but I’ll figure it out eventually

[vampirelover890]

(Disclaimer: I do not know if the emails presented in this story are legitimate, and as such I ask that readers do not attempt to contact them as I do not control who owns the email.)

To Hunt a Vampire (5/17)

William Hatsby <williamh01@pd.newwallachia.gov>

To: warrena03@pd.newwallachia.gov

CC: slayer murders

Hi Warren,

The boys down at the lab have a new theory as to the recent murders. They’re calling em “The Slayer” on account of his… strange methods of murder, which is the purpose of this email. The newest idea we’ve got down here is that this is some sort of fucked up holy ritual they’ve got going on. Crosses and wine and what not. Anyways forensics found some shit, mainly wooden splinters in some of the victims’ stab wounds and traces of garlic? Also, Jeanie told me to tell you that she’s coming on up to visit the station.

Good fuckin’ luck Chief,

Bill

[m-writes-stories]

I’m Always Here - Part 1

Travis Kelce x Reader

Use of Y/N

Warnings: alcohol, language, arguing, Travis being a little shithead ( I think that’s it)

Word Count: 1088

A/N: this is a co-author story. My co-author doesn’t have a tumblr so she can’t be tagged but she is amazing. This is part of a series I have no clue how long the series will be but here is part one.

We are currently working on part five so i’ll try to get parts 2-4 posted as well. Hopefully I will be able to post a new part once a day (hopefully).

So enjoy part one of I’m Always Here

It was around one am when Y/N heard the garage door open and close. She put down the glass of wine on the coffee table. She had just put her three year old daughter, Avery, to bed. She saw Travis come stumbling in. 

“Have a good time?” she asked sarcastically. He stopped knowing he was caught red handed. 

“I know where you were Travis,” she took a sip from the glass. 

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Travis said. 

“Don’t fucking lie to me Travis.”

“I was just out with the guys celebrating the win.”

“Travis, I am not even gonna argue with you and cause a fight.” 

“I’m not trying to start anything.”

“Yeah sure you are, by coming home drunk! It’s all you ever are anymore.”

“No it’s not. I didn’t last night.”

“I didn’t even see you last night. So how do I know you weren’t?” she said, starting to yell.

“Y/N”

“No! Travis! You're not doing this to me! I’ve defended you many times! Every damn time people say I’m naive or stupid!”

Travis looked at her. “I never fucking asked you to defend me.”

“Do not yell at me. You will wake up your daughter and I just got her back to sleep.”

“I am getting tired of you telling me when I can go out with my friends and teammates and when I can’t”

“Travis, we are not in college anymore. We have a three year old daughter. I need you. She needs you. We need you in our lives. I don’t want to be with someone who clearly doesn’t want to man up.”

“Tomorrow morning pack your shit and leave with Avery.”

“You can’t be serious Travis.” 

“If you are gonna say that I don’t want to be Avery’s dad, then I don’t need to be.”

“Travis, that is not what I’m fucking saying. I just need you to be there. I can’t do this on my own.”

“Well now you are on your own. I never asked to have a child. I never asked to do this.”

“You made the decision to be a father when we slept together.”

“I’ll sleep downstairs on the couch. I don't want to be in the same room as you.”

“Travis, please come upstairs.”

“Why Y/N? You and I are over. I can’t keep being harassed by you to stay home and to raise a child I didn’t ask for.”

“I didn’t ask for her either. But here I am. I stepped up. I am having to be two parents because you won’t step up.”

That next morning Y/N woke up and grabbed hers and Avery’s bags. She put them in the suv she got herself. Y/N got Avery sleeping in the car seat. She got in the driver's seat and started the car heading to her parents. Y/N didn’t even know what to think. She was shocked about the effect of the night. All she wanted was for Travis to take responsibility not for her to be driving to her parents to be a single parent. She pulled into her parents driveway an hour later. 

“Y/N?” her mom said from the front porch.

Y/N parked her car and got Avery out of the car. “Grammy,” Avery said as she ran towards her grandma. 

“Hi, mom,” Y/N said.

“What are you guys doing here?” 

“Travis and I are not together anymore.” She told her mom. 

“What?”

“We got in an argument last night. I asked him to step up and be a father and he said he didn’t want her and told me to leave. So I did.”

“Honey.”

“Mom, I don’t want sympathy.”

“Honey, he hurt you.”

“I don’t need him.”

“Baby,”

“Mom I’m gonna just get Avery down to nap and think about everything.”

“I can get her down. You figure out what you are gonna do.”

“Ok.”

It had been a couple hours of Y/N mindlessly scrolling trying to find an apartment. She actually found a house within a budget that she could afford. Y/n owned a business and it was paying off. Y/n put an offer on the house and it was accepted almost immediately. Y/n headed to the kitchen, in her parents house, she immediately saw her father sitting at the kitchen table. 

“Hey dad, you still have Travis’ phone number right?” she asked. “I’m, I believe so. Why what’s up sweetie?” 

“I need you to call him and ask if I can come by and get the test of my stuff.”

“Oh yeah I’ll give him a call.”

“Thanks dad.”

Y/n walked up stairs to her bedroom and got ready to go to sleep. 

1 Month Later

Travis saw a newer car pull in and didn’t know who it was. Until Y/n got out. She looked good and began walking up the driveway. 

“Hey Y/N how are you? Where’s Avery?”

“I’m fine Kelce. She’s with my parents. Can you just unlock the door so I can get my stuff and leave?” He opened the door and she walked in. 

“Where’s my stuff? You said you had it all ready by the door for me.”“It’s over there.”

“Thanks” she grabbed the boxes and walked out the door. 

“I’m signing my rights over to you. I don’t want to see her. I don’t need to see her. Good luck, I'll send you money each month for her.” Y/n started to tear up, but quickly got in her car where Travis couldn’t see her. She starts the car and Sam's name  pops up on the screen. She answered. 

“Hey.” She tried to sound cheery.

“What’s wrong baby?” Sam said.

“I’m just glad that I'm leaving Travis. He is just rude to me and he doesn’t want to be a dad. He said he is going to sign his rights over.”

“That’s just…”

“Sam, can you meet me at the house?”

“Yeah I’ll be there as soon as possible.”Y/n drives back to her apartment already seeing Sam and Avery playing outside at the playground. Y/n walks over to them. 

“Thanks for getting Avery. You didn’t have to,” y/n said, eyes still red and puffy from crying. She sniffled, causing Avery to look at her. 

“What’s wrong Mama?” Avery asked as she ran over and gave her mom a hug. 

“I’m fine honey.”

“Then why are you crying mama?”

“I was just upset, baby girl. But I’m ok now.” 

[harrywavycurly]

Eddie’s Wish Part 5: House Party

Masterlist: here

Tag List: @miss-celestial-being @edsforehead @starrywhitenight @mrsjellymunson @5sosjay @emma77645 @akiratoro420 @elegantkoalapaper @squidscottjeans @mikromoon @daddysmodifiedprincess2 @niallerlover8022 @twilightsfairie @pausmoon @pauphs @bl4ckt00thgr1n

A/N: Now that Eddie has decided to keep you, let’s start meeting the gang shall we? Enjoy✨

“Please stop asking me if I’d had water today.” You just roll your eyes as you follow Eddie up the driveway of Steve’s house. You can tell he’s nervous so you quickly grab his hand and give it a gentle squeeze making him jump slightly at the sudden contact but then his shoulders relax making you smile.

“You get cranky when you’re dehydrated.” You state as you look around Steve’s front yard taking in how well manicured it is compared to the wild flowers and tall grass outside of Eddie’s trailer. “He’s going to know who I am.” Eddie let’s out a huff at your use of being able to hear his thoughts especially when it comes to thoughts that cause his distress. “And yes he will be able to see me.” You add as the two of you finally make it to his front door.

“How does he think you two met?” He asks as he drops your hand so he can run it thought his untamed hair before knocking on the door. You open your mouth the answer but just then the front door swings open revealing a rather happy looking Steve who immediately pulls you into a hug.

“Thank god you’re here.” Eddie raises an eyebrow as Steve pulls away and grabs you by your hand practically dragging you into his house. “I have no fucking clue what I’m doing and you’re so good at throwing house parties so I figured you’d know what needs to be done to make this party really pop.” Steve is talking a mile a minute as he leads you into the living room where his coffee table is full of party decorations.

“Good at throwing house parties?” Eddie’s voice is full of confusion making Steve roll his eyes as he turns to glare at the long haired metal head.

“Yeah? That’s where we all met? Or where you so fucked up you don’t remember?” You look at Eddie as you take a step so your slightly behind Steve, you give him a look that tells him to go along with Steve’s story.

“Oh uh yeah I kinda remember.” Eddie rubs at the back of his neck and you feel your heart twist knowing he’s nervous and uncomfortable.

“Of course he remembers,” Eddie looks at you as you walk over to him and place your arm over his shoulder immediately making him feel better. “How could he forget meeting his bestfriend?” Steve just smiles and nods as he looks at the two of you, as a memory begins flooding Eddie’s mind of the night Steve first met you.

“Who’s that chick with the staring problem?” Steve half shouts into Eddie’s ear making him wince because Steve is far too close to him to be shouting.

“Why would I know? This isn’t my party.” Eddie answers as he makes himself another drink. You look across the room at Eddie and give him a smile making him feel drawn to you. “Uh but she’s kinda cute.” He doesn’t know why he said it but he couldn’t help himself as he looked you up and down making you roll your eyes. Steve takes the opportunity to also not so subtly check you out and he nods his head in agreement.

“Oh fuck she’s coming over here.” Steve mumbles as he and Eddie straighten up and try to do their best at acting natural.

“Having fun?” You ask the two of them before you take a sip of your drink. “It’s okay that you don’t know anyone.” You tell Eddie and he feels his eyes go as wide as golf balls because it was like you could read his mind. “Oh Steve there’s someone in the living room that wants to know your secret for-”

“A good hair day? Say no more I’ll go tell them my tricks.” Steve shoots you a wink before he disappears into the crowded living room totally oblivious to the fact he hadn’t introduced himself to you so there’s no way you’d know his name yet.

“Hi Eddie.” Eddie almost chokes on his drink as you say his name as if you’ve known him his whole life.

“Uhm hello.” You laugh as you reach over and brush a few strands of his hair out of his face so you can see his big brown eyes a little better. “Do I know you?” He asks as he stares into your eyes, you watch his body visibly relax as you place your hand on his shoulder.

“Yes.” Eddie just tilts his head as you watch it click in his mind that this is a memory for Steve and not for himself.

“Holy shit.” Is all he says as he looks around and sees Steve talking to a girl who is running her hands through his hair. “Yeah this makes sense for Steve.” You laugh as you watch Steve flirt with a girl who doesn’t even exist outside of this memory.

“This is the best party ever!” Steve shouts as he turns and looks at you with a giant grin on his face, you just raise your cup to him and return the smile.

“So what do you think? Steamers and balloons or just streamers?” Steve asks making Eddie come back to the current moment, you look away from him and towards Steve who’s hands are on his hips and his cheeks are pink letting you know he’s a little flustered.

“Steamers only.” You answer as you move your arm from around Eddie’s shoulders so you can walk over to the coffee table and grab some colorful streamers. “Balloons scream birthday party not just house party rage fest.” Eddie chuckles at your use of the words rage fest because this is Hawkins and parties like that don’t happen here.

“This is why you’re here.” Steve smiles as he watches you grab the tape and you point at the ladder leaning against the wall.

“Eddie will you grab that for me?” You ask and Eddie just nods and before Steve knows it his living room looks like a party scene from one of those classic eighties movies and he claps his hands in delight because he’s always wanted to throw a great house party like this.

“Don’t forget to put the bottles on ice right before the party starts and the snacks in bowls.” You explain as you grab Eddie’s hand and head for the front door. “We will be back later.” Steve just nods before opening the door for the two of you.

“Thanks for the help.” Eddie can’t help but feel weird when he watches Steve place a completely innocent kiss to your cheek before waving the two of you off.

“Jealousy is normal.” Eddie feels his cheeks get hot as you lead him down the path towards his van. “But pointless in this situation, Steve doesn’t like me.” You add making Eddie just nod as he tries to let go of your hand but your too quick and just pull him into a hug, something he should be used to by now but he can’t help but hesitate slightly before wrapping his arms around you.

“You’re annoying.” He mumbles into your neck making you laugh as you run your hands up and down his back. He lets out a sigh as he rests his cheek on your shoulder and he knows with the height difference this probably looks incredibly ridiculous but he really doesn’t care because right now he’s relaxed and actually looking forward to Steve’s house party.

[mrscarmenbearzatto]

mae girl! i’ve been living for your carmy stuff. k know you’re just getting back but i’ve been thinking about this idea for a while and i believe the last writer i shared with had gotten deactivated. this might be two ideas instead of one so feel free to do whatever you desire. idk why but would you be down to write some fluff and angst with maybe like married!carmy? maybe something where nat and pete legit ambush carmy and his wife to start talking again? but it like a lighthearted fluffy kinda way at the same time ? utilizing the scene carmy yells at syd as a base- i hate to use that scene as an example but it’s one that comes to mind when writing this atm. anyway, like the reader doesn’t work at the bear but’ll come in on her days off and mornings before her shift to help them open. and carm is already on edge about something going on in the resto and he yells at his wife out of overwhelming frustration. evidently, he’s mad at himself for it after he does it he apologized but she’s all like “no.” and she’s literally giving him the silent treatment. ofc her and nat are besties and loves her sil, so i totally see nat roping pete into getting carmy to come over whilst the reader is already on her way since they haven’t spoken in a while. both nat and pete are literally doing whatever they can to keep these two in separate spaces of the house because neither carm or his wife have any clue they’re there. maybe like y/n is inside with nat and pete meets carmy outside on arrival? the reader is walking towards to the door to out and nat’s still stalling like “so are things with you and my brother?” and the reader scoffs and nat’s just like “still not talking to him huh?” and while the reader grabs the handle slowly opening the door open she’s all like “look, sugar- you know i love your brother, but carmy sometimes can be a piece of shit” and then all you hear is carmy being like “oh, i’m a piece of shit- even after i apologized to you?” and i can just see carmy and the reader being like wth is going on here. idk but nat and pete will sillily have to do the most to get these two the civilly sit down inside of their house to even have anything of a talk. and then nat team tagging with pete to get to the bottom of things and then she lets it slip that y/n had mentioned that they were trying to get pregnant and camry’s just like “wait. what? and carmy already up and ready to talk to her alone. this man would be so loving the first time all like “y/nn can i talk to you in the kitchen for a second?” and then she’s tryna explain and carm out here using her FULL name “in the kitchen now.” just hearing how he’d say it makes me squirm and squeak 😂😩. and she’s just speeding over because she knows he means it when he pulls out the first name. and think with that he’s all just hurt that she told his sister and he hadn’t really said anything- since it was their thing they they were still figuring out. seriously feel free to do whatever you desire. just sharing the same idea i’ll dream about in a few moments. tysm in advance 😭.

- 🥣.

i'm so sorry this took me so long to write, my love! this has nothing to do with you i just got a bit concerned and got lost so many times lmfao, im just dumb like that

ʚɞ

naturally, carmen wants to try to keep his anger away from you. you’re his love, his angel, his everything. the idea that he blew up at you makes him wanna cry but you won’t talk to him, you refuse to in fact until you process what he said.

“why the fuck are you here?! i don’t need you messing shit up and crowding me!” he yelled at you. the memory fresh in your mind. it should be since it’s the only thing you’ve thought about for the past few days.

nat and pete, in their own ways, notice this and take charge. pete thinks you two can handle it but nat chimes in with the, “i know my brother. he can’t handle shit. If this is left up to him to resolve, nothing will happen. i love him but still.”

so they form their plan. pete invites carmy over to set up furniture, catch up, whatever and nat invites you over to talk about the baby and ask for your help with meal prepping. “so, have you and my brother talked about what happened at the restaraunt?” she asks.

you walk over to the couch, putting on your jacket and scarf. you let out a scoff as your answer. “taking that as a no.” nat answers. you put your hand on the doorknob, your back to the front lawn where carmen and pete, unknowing to you, stand.

"look, you know I love Carmen. and you know i want-" you sigh. "i want a family with him, Nat. i want a child, or children, with the guy. but your brother can be a real piece of shit sometimes." You open the door fully at that point, where carmen's now staring at you.

"i'm a piece of shit, after i apologized to you?" carmen asks. you stare at him before looking at pete, then at natalie whose got a guilty smile on her face. "okay. what the hell is this?" You question.

"oh! carmy, hi! i had no idea you were gonna be here. come on in, we'll all have some coffee and we can talk about what's happening." natalie says as she pulls you inside, motioning for carmen to come inside.

he reluctantly agrees, stepping inside as he sits at the dining room table. you stand in the kitchen, far enough away from them.

i think once nat reveals that you told her you want kids his reaction changes. maybe you two talked about it or maybe he doesnt know but either way, he wants to talk to you. that changes things in his mind. because you still want kids with him.

while you and carm work out your own issues, of course nat and pete take credit for it, even though you and carmy are both mad at her. also the idea of carmen using your full name as a way to call you stop oh my gosh

[imbadatwrighting]

hi um

could i get this prompt “Haha! You think I love you? That’s pathetic.” with dick grayson x GN! reader

got prompt from here

I tried to let my inner demons come out in this one 😈 when I finished I felt like it was only mild angst so idk how y’all will feel about this

Pairing: Dick Grayson x gn!reader

Tags: angst, depression, mentions of alcohol poisoning, alcoholism, no use on “Y/n”, alcoholic!reader, fights, drunk!reader, cut on foot, blood, reader being called ‘baby’, forgetful!reader, mentions of death, lowkey kinda crappy, kinda toxic behavior

wc: idk I’ll figure it out later

Prompt: “haha! you think i love you? that’s pathetic.”

Dick knew something was wrong. More wrong than the usual. You never shut him out before. Never.

Sure you had your downs like when you had a bad day at work. But you always made sure to communicate with Dick in order to prevent something you’d regret immediately.

So why weren’t you doing that now?

Instead you were in your room staring at the empty bottles across your floor. What were you doing? Your brain felt fuzzy and calm, yet it also wasn’t. The only thing you could properly understand is trying not to throw up.

You didn’t hear the front door slam shut nor the sounds of footsteps, but you could clearly hear the voice downstairs calling out your name. No matter how much you tried to block it out, you just couldn’t.

Sometimes you really regretted letting Dick get rid of your heroin.

You wanted to be left alone, but it didn’t seem like your boyfriend wanted the same thing.

Your bedroom door opened slowly. You looked up making direct eye contact with your boyfriend. You let out a groan.

“Baby? What happened? Why didn’t you call me?” he asked, crouched down to look you in the face. His voice was filled with a mix of concern and anger but it sounded so angelic. You wanted to listen to him talk on repeat. That made you feel sick. You tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.

Wait…why did you feel sick? You couldn’t remember. That was the joy of alcohol, you had no fucking idea what was going on. You felt like you could actually forget about the deaths you witnessed. Except no matter what you couldn’t, your drunk self just had to deal with it instead.

“Go away,” you slurred out, trying to stand without falling on your ass.

“You look like you’re going to pass out so I’m not going away,” he hissed, standing up to his full height.

He reached out at your swaying form trying to keep you balanced. Dick forced himself to let out a deep breath. Being mad would just be bad for both of you.

“Come on, I think you should go to the hospital. I’m worried you might have alcohol poisoning,” he sighed trying to pull you out of the room.

You pushed him away, stumbling into a broken piece of glass lodged into the bottom of your foot. “I don’t have alcohol poisoning, Dick.”

“I’ve been to enough clubs to know when someone has alcohol poisoning. Besides look at your foot, that needs stitches.”

You glanced down at your foot noticing it’s bloody appearance. When did that happen? You had no clue.

“That’s nothing,” you said lifting your foot up. You looked at the glass shard in your foot before roughly pulling it out, watching the blood shoot out. It was…hypnotizing.

Dick grimaced but didn’t say anything about it. “Why didn’t you call me? I could have helped you,” he sighed.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Your voice sounding more sober than previously.

"We have to talk about it! You’re shutting me out! It’ll only get worse, I just want to help," he groaned.

Your eyes drifted towards Dick. “You’re cheating on me. That’s my reason Dick!”

Was he? That’s why you’re mad at him, right?

Your boyfriend froze, his eyebrows furrowing. “What the hell are you talking about? I’m not cheating on you.”

“Don’t fucking lie to my face Dick, I’m not oblivious,” you scoff. “I hate liars and cheaters making you look very bad right now.”

Dick stared at your facial expressions. Your eyes were moving quickly, looking at whatever they could. Your mouth was barely open as you were huffing air like you ran out of oxygen.

You’ve been mad before at Dick, but not like this. You weren’t blushing with rage or were your eyes filled with tears waiting to leave. No. That never came and Dick wasn’t exactly sure that was a good thing.

Dick let out a deep sigh trying to remain calm. This was all just a misunderstanding, that’s all. Just a big misunderstanding.

“Listen to me, I’m not cheating on you, I’ve never cheated and never will,” he spoke trying to keep his voice down, but the thought of you believing that he would cheat made him want to burst.

You remained quiet for a moment, calming yourself down. “Why should I trust you?”

“You trusted me before, I see no reason why you can’t now,” he huffed. His anger was getting to him. All he wanted was to lay in bed with you and forget the problems of the world, yet here he was.

Your slurred laugh reverberated off the walls of your room. "When did I ever say I trusted you?"

Dick's hands balled up into fists. “Let’s just calm down, ok? I’ll clean your foot, we won’t go to the hospital, I swear.”

“No, Dick. Not till you tell me. When the fuck did I say I ever trusted you? Because honestly the way you eye fuck Starfire I don’t think I would’ve ever said that,” you growled. You saw the way he looked at Starfire, or was he looking at you?

"When you told me you loved—and always will love—me," he responded, ignoring the rest of what you said.

God, you seriously thought you were going to throw up.

A sloppy grin formed on your face. "Haha!" you slurred, "You think I love you? That's pathetic."

Dick's hands unclenched and his breath went ragged. His eyes remained on your figure watching the smile leave your face as you stared back at him.

Your face was calm, like you didn’t even think about regretting anything you said. But on the inside you were panicking, not that you would show it.

When did you ever say you needed Dick anyways?

God, if anyone else said that to him, Dick wouldn’t even consider staying with them, but you’ve always been different in Dick’s eyes.

“You’re drunk,” he muttered out.

“So?” you laughed, “I’m honest when I’m drunk.” No you weren’t. Yet you watched as Dick hesitantly walked out your bedroom door.

You walked after him grabbing him by the wrist. “Where the hell are you going? I should be walking away not you!” you screamed.

Dick twisted his arm out of your grip. "I thought you got your shit together," he hissed, walking through your front door and slamming it shut.

He knew he would be back, he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t leave you.

But you just stared at the door before shrugging. What did you do?

You couldn’t remember.

[triplexdoublex]

Baby Makes Four

Pairings: Colson x Reader x Rook ( poly)

Warnings/tags: fluff, pregnancy, talk of possible abortion, pelvic exam, labor complications, emergency C-section

A/N: This is an AU they are not famous but I’m still using the nickname Rook. and Colson doesn’t have Casie. Admittedly not my best writing but I’m trying to get back into it. Enjoy!

You knew you should have been more careful; should have insisted on them wearing condoms, or got yourself on some type of birth control, especially given the uniqueness of your relationship. Polyamory isn’t for everybody but it was perfect for you, Colson and Rook. But now here you were five days late staring at a pink plus sign without the slightest clue to which one of them was the father. You weren’t sure how they were going to take the news; to be honest you weren’t exactly sure how you felt about it either. Part of you was thrilled, you always knew you wanted to be a mom one day, but the other part of you was scared to death; you didn’t know if you were ready for the responsibility quite yet. But one thing you knew for sure was you wanted the three of you to make the decision about what the future held for the pregnancy together.

**********

“ Hey.. uh I need to talk to you boys about something,” you started nervously over breakfast.

“Of course , what is it, baby? Colson responded followed by Rook, “Everything okay?”

“I’m not sure how to start or even how I feel about this yet to be completely honest, so I’m just gonna come out and say it …. “I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, shit I’m gonna be a dad! Colson exclaimed in shock but his expression was unreadable.

“Or… I’m gonna be a dad?” Rook looked to Colson with the same unclear expression.

“Oh fuck! Which one of us is the Dad?” Colson questioned.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” You raised your hands up in a shrug only to let them fall back down on the table in defeat.

“But there’s like tests and shit that can tell who’s the dad right?” Colson asked. “Like before it’s born or do we have to wait until after?”

“Please—!” You shouted, holding up your hand for him to stop. You were getting overwhelmed by all the questions, when the biggest question of all hadn’t even been decided .. “I’m not even sure anyones gonna be a dad!” You left it at that, assuming they would figure out what you were trying to say.

“Ohh… you’re getting rid of it? I- I just assumed we were keeping it.” Colson said, probably too nonchalantly.

“Jesus Christ, Colson! It’s a baby not a stray cat! Do you have to be so blunt about it. Fuck!” You slapped your hand over your eyes like just maybe your fingers could dam the river of tears that started to flow.

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry baby,” Colson got up from his seat to embrace you. “I didn’t mean it to come out like that, I’m just as scared and nervous as you,” he kissed the top of your head. “But I know whatever decision you make will be the right one for us, right Rookie?” Colson looked to Rook trying to get something out of him — anything, he’d been far too quiet about the whole thing.

“Of course,” Rook got up and joined Colson in hugging you. “I’m sorry, I think I’m still in shock,” he excused his lack of engagement in the news. “I’ll one hundred percent support whatever you decide but honestly— I wouldn’t mind having a baby around here.”

“Really? … Seriously? … You mean that?” You asked, each individual question punctuated with a sniffle as you looked up at a tear- distorted view of Rook, your whole demeanor shifting.

“Really. But listen.. your only what—a couple weeks? This doesn’t have to be decided right now, or even overnight. What do you say we give it a weeks time, let it really sink in and give it some more thought?” Rook suggested.

“You’re right,” you started wiping at your eyes, still sniffing. “Okay, let’s do that”

****************

In a weeks time the amount of touches, kisses and overall attention your still unchanged belly was getting made the decision quite obvious— the baby was here to stay.

Panic transitioned into excitement as the three of you grew accustomed to the idea of being parents; it has been decided that neither man would find out the true paternity and that you would raise the baby as a family of four — 3 parents, 1 child. Colson would be Dad and Rook, Pops— just as he referred to his own dad.

It surprised you how quickly they both fell into the fatherly role. Colson’s gave up smoking cigarettes because you couldn’t stomach the smell. Rook asked his chef friend Steve to teach him to cook so he could assist with dinner when you weren’t feeling up to it, or just needed to get off your feet for a while— and you were so thankful for it because you both know Colson’s couldn’t so much as fry an egg . They also both took turns reading what piece of fruit the baby was the size of each week from your pregnancy app, and accompanying you to doctors appointments — until you banned Colson anyways.

“Well, it’s official— Colson’s only allowed at ultrasound appointments from now on, since he has the mind of a teenage boy and can’t handle being in the exam room.” You announced to Rook as you and Colson entered the house the three of you share, after attending his first prenatal exam with you.

“You didn’t!?” Rook gave Colson a knowing, and disapproving look.

“Bro, they had her legs all spread n’ shit and fingers in her, I couldn’t help it!” Colson tried to defend himself.

“It’s just a medical procedure you horndog!” Rook scolded.

“Yeah, we’ll tell that to my dick!!!

***

He wasn’t much more behaved at your ultrasound appointment either, loudly announcing “Oh that’s definitely MY son!” when the ultrasound tech was easily able to tell you were having a boy at your twenty week anatomy scan.

“You’ll have to excuse him, he didn’t come with a filter” Rook said, nudging colson with a sharp elbow. “Which he better fix before our baby gets here!”

“Hey, better a dad with no filter than no dad at all,” the ultrasound tech joked. “You wouldn’t believe how many moms I see in here having to go through pregnancy and motherhood completely alone.But you and this little guy —” she spoke looking towards you as she moved the cool, slippery wand over your plump belly. “— seem to be blessed with two dads in the picture?” She said with a hint of question in her voice. “Sorry if I’m being nosey.”

“No worries, you’re fine” you smiled before answering. “Yeah, we have a unique relationship; it’s not exactly your traditional family. And to be completely honest we’re not sure which one of them is the dad and we don’t plan to find out either, but these two definitely have fun teasing each other about who’s baby it is. You should have seen this one—” you thumbed over to Rook. “—gloating when I started craving sushi; HIS favorite food. He insisted it was the baby who actually wanted it and therefore meant the baby was his. And of course I got all hormonal and cried when I found out I couldn’t actually eat sushi.”

“Screw traditional! You guys are happy and this baby is healthy and loved and that’s all that matters.” The tech said , as she removed the lubricating gel from your belly with a towel. “All set”

*******

The rest of the pregnancy went by smoothly— sure you were tired and grew increasingly more uncomfortable with each passing day as the pregnancy continued to flourish and your belly expanded but it was so worth it. You couldn’t wait to meet your little bundle of joy and the boys were equally as excited. They enjoyed assembling the nursery together; Rook handled decorating and hanging up clothes , while Colson configured and set up the crib and furniture with minimal swearing. In fact, Colson had grown and matured a lot in the last few months. He loved their little boy already and he wanted to be the best father he possibly could. He didn’t have the best role model as a child and he would be damned if he was gonna let history repeat itself.

Everything was looking up and going according to plan … until it wasn’t.

“Baby’s heart rates dropping!” The doctor announced while you were in labor. “Prep the O.R. STAT! We’ve got a cord compression on our hands.”

“Boys, I’m gonna need you to step out of the way and return to the waiting room. We’re taking her for an emergency C-section. Someone will be out to update you both as soon as possible.” A nurse stated as she shuffled through the chaos of getting you ready for transport.

“No way, we’re staying by her side the whole time.” Colson turned to follow your gurney down the hallway, with Rook close behind.

“I’m sorry boys, that’s not possible, not for an emergency C- section.” The nurse informed them, her body blocking their path. “Now please go to the waiting room.”

“Please, you have to let us go with her!” Colson begged, tears streaming down his face. “Y/N!!” He cried out reaching for you as you were wheeled around the corner.

“Colson, C’mon man,” a teary-eyed Rook placed a comforting and guiding hand up onto Colson’s chest. “Let’s go.”

Colson knew he could have easily pushed past that nurse and ran after you, and to be honest the old Colson —the Colson from a few months ago— would’ve done just that. But he realized now that all that was gonna do was get him kicked out of the hospital and make things more difficult for you, and that’s the last thing you needed right now , so he reluctantly followed Rook into the waiting area where they sat with interlocked hands, wet eyes, worried faces, and trembling knees until the doctor arrived. The few seconds it took the doctor to pull down his mask to speak seemed like an eternity to the boys; the state of you and their baby feeling like the fate of Schrödinger's cat.

“Mom and baby are doing well, they’re in the recovery room now. I’ll take you to go see them.”

“Oh thank Fuck!” Rook exhaled like he’s been holding his breath the whole time they were in the waiting room. And the two boys shared a grateful hug before following the doctor.

“Hey guys,” you smiled, happy to finally see them again. “Meet your son,” you handed the baby to Rook as he was closer to the edge of your bed.

“Hi, little guy—“

“Oh shit —shoot, sorry.” Colson interrupted, “I just realized we haven’t picked a name yet.”

“Actually, I hope you guys don’t mind but … before they put me under I told a nurse if anything happened to me or him —” your voice cracked. “— that I wanted him to be named CJ, after his dads.”

“CJ?” Colson questioned , the initials not quite clicking at the moment.

“Yeah CJ… Colson John.” You clarified, making both boys' eyes sparkle with happy tears.

“Yeah, that’s right buddy you got two dads, and I know one day when you’re older, you’ll probably look or act more like one of us than the other and it will be more obvious but I want you to know that even if you grow up to be 6’4, blonde, with a temper— I’ll always love you as my own,” Rook gave a small chuckle before handing the baby over to Colson.

“Same here, little man. You’ll always be mine even if one day you’re a 5’9” shrimp, who makes poor hair choices.” Colson teased.

[honestlydarkprincess]

Fic Word Search

I was tagged again by my beloved @midnightsbuck and since they're all new words and I have like a billion wips I'm gonna do it again hehe

rules: rules: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you

my words: miss, arms, tongue, sky, home, pet, wall

Miss (from my buck mcd wip 'love letters to a dead man' that idk if I'll finish cause i was using it to work through smth)

It’s not fair. It’s not fucking fair. I miss you.

Arms (from my Eddie walks in on fwb bucktaylor)

Buck leaned against the counter, crossing his arms, unbothered by his lack of clothing. He waited for Eddie to say something, anything.

Tongue (also from my Eddie walks in on fwb bucktaylor)

“What, baby? What do you need?” Eddie presses the words into Buck’s skin, runs his tongue up the line of Buck’s throat, swallowing down Buck’s answering moan as he pulls him into another kiss.

Sky (from ??? i don't actually know, I completely forgot about this wip it was not in my buddie folder so I have no clue where it was going it's literally just named "airplane au - buddie")

The man gave Buck a small smile and a nod, making Buck’s stomach clench because wow, he had a beautiful smile. And damn, when the man started to speak, Buck realized he also had a downright sinful voice. “Hey, man. Any chance this little guy could have the window seat? It’s his first time on a plane and really wants to look out at the sky.”

Home (a Hangster wip where there's a lil misunderstanding because i'm a slut for those)

“You, shut up,” Hangman said, pointing his beer at Coyote. He turned his attention back to Rooster, who was watching him a curious and somewhat confused look on his face. “Congrats on the girl, Bradshaw. I’m sure she’s lovely but I’ll have to pass on the pictures. I just remembered I have something I forgot I needed to do at home.” And with that, Jake downed the rest of his beer, gave everyone a nod and a mock salute, and stalked out of the bar.

Pet (another Hangster wip that I will finish even if I have to pry it from my cold dead brain)

Who would have ever thought that a little bit of flirting and a simple pet name could unnerve the legendary Hangman?

Wall (from my Buck gets shot on the crane in 4x14 wip that i forgot about)

Everything was hazy. Buck was somewhat aware of being loaded into an ambulance and the blurry figures of Chim and Hen above him. They were shouting, he couldn’t hear what they were saying— their words blurred together into a wall of sound. Buck resisted the urge to shush them, everything hurt— his shoulder, his head, his clothing was dripping with blood. Why wouldn’t they be quiet? All he wanted was a few minutes of quiet.

my words for y'all are: living, sad, forgotten, and happy

no pressure tagging: @firemedicdiaz, @maygrantgf, @fleurdebeton, @timothydraake, @enbyeddiediaz <33

[esseastri]

OK NO WAIT, REAL TALK AFTER MY TAGS ON THE MEME POST (x)

listen, I was on the Locked Tomb train before it was even a thing, like, my store got a BOUND MANUSCRIPT, that’s what they out BEFORE advance reader copies, it was like. pages stapled together with glue with giant margins like. listen. We were OG Locked Tomb fans, I don’t say this to brag, I say this for context:

Gideon the Ninth is straight up one of my favorite books in the history of books. I was recommending it to people before there was a release date. but I 100% always recommended it with the caveat, “please be aware, this book is batshit wild. properly, deeply wild.” It’s not for everyone and I was BLUNTLY HONEST about that even as I shoved it at everyone I could. even people who I didn’t think would like it, I was STILL like “LISTEN, BEAR WITH ME, GIVE IT A TRY, IT MIGHT SURPRISE YOU” and 90% of them came back like “Whut. Did I read?” and I was like “I KNOW RIGHT”

and then we spent two years doing theories for Harrow the Ninth and then we got the ARC and I swear to god I have only twice before in my life been as disappointed as I was when I got through Act 2 of Harrow. and when I started recommending it to people, I gave out WARNINGS. I was like, “pls understand, this book is DENSE and it is a SLOG but it will be worth it if you can make it through and if you can’t NO HARD FEELINGS.”

Like.

My friends.

I know this is dangerous to say on this website, but honestly, from the very deepest part of my soul: the beginning of Harrow the Ninth is not good. like. it is? but it’s not, because it’s 300 pages of WHAT THE FUCK with absolutely no plot hooks, a crapton of infodumping, and an impenetrable hunk of worldbuilding and magic theory that do not make sense until you get to the end of the book. 

It took me until Chapter 36 to be like, “...aight I’ll finish it.”

and then I did finish and I was like “somehow this is better than gideon but I cannot explain that?? and I don’t actually know what happened but I’m ok with that??” and then I IMMEDIATELY started reading it out loud to Lisa and I was on page like, six, and I was like, “OH. I GET IT.” and I spent the entire time I was reading to Lisa teasing her with theories and letting her theorize and it was great. but honestly, I DID NOT ENJOY THE PROCESS OF READING HARROW THE FIRST TIME I READ IT. I genuinely didn’t like this book until I REREAD it.

And I honestly think that’s a deep weakness of Harrow, because a book should be able to stand on its own without a reread. Authors shouldn’t take 480 pages to string their readers along--I LIKE figuring stuff out on my own, but at some point, I just want a damn fucking clue. Not even the whole answer, just a clue. And Taz is VERY STINGY with those in Harrow. And it is DEEPLY FRUSTRATING from a craft standpoint. This is absolutely one of those books that SHOULD NOT WORK but does.

So I just want to say to everyone who feels like they still don’t GET Harrow--I SEE YOU I AM WITH YOU I UNDERSTAND YOU. If you’ve got the energy to reread it, DO THAT, because it 10000% makes more sense when you can parse what part is what, what’s going on with Sideways World, and why Harrow is Like That. You’re not alone, I promise you, if your entire process of reading Harrow was just

with a side of

THAT IS OK. that’s like. the point. I know people who just dropped the series because of how damn DENSE Harrow is, and that’s TOTALLY FAIR. It is absolutely not what is expected after Gideon. AT ALL. and if you’re looking for more story/tone/content LIKE Gideon, you’re actually far better off reading THE UNSPOKEN NAME than Harrow the Ninth [insert shameless plug for other top tier queer SFF novel] and it took me until I finished Harrow to figure out what Taz was doing. Like--I am 10000% DOWN for series in which none of the books are the same, they are wild and I LOVE IT, but god the expectations were WILD and Harrow was a 180 that I did not see coming. and I do genuinely think that the biggest weakness of Harrow is that Taz did not actually give us enough info to figure anything out before Act 5.

Don’t get me wrong, it works for some people!!! But for some of us, holy shit, it just feels broken.

ALL THIS TO SAY: NONA IS NOT LIKE THIS. If you read Harrow (or if you gave up on Harrow (which-FAIR)), I will say that Nona is worth it. Nona is worth the absolute SLOG that is Harrow because Nona rewards you for paying attention. (Harrow does not. Harrow just tells you what you missed and it’s annoying.) But because NONA the CHARACTER is actively trying to figure out what the fuck is happening in NONA the BOOK, you get way more info and it’s actually possible and satisfying to figure out what is going on. Because HARROW the CHARACTER spends all of HARROW the BOOK trying to AVOID THE PLOT WITH ALL HER MIGHT, it’s just kinda frustrating. But if you can stick with her, I promise Nona the Book is worth it.

ok, coming down off my high horse full of opinions but just. idk. tumblr has a LOT of opinions about Harrow and I have not seen a lot of support for people who uh. Don’t like that one. as much as Gideon or even at all. but it is absolutely different enough that it makes perfect sense for people to find Harrow frustrating! So if you’re one of those ppl, just know you’re not alone, one of the OG Locked Tomb fans is with you (it’s me, hi), and just come party with Nona where everything is better.

[morvantmortuary]

Omg so I saw your tags on that one gif set I reblogged and it made me think of what would happen if Maxi, who had no clue that Jude was there because it's a surprise, went up to his room, opened the door and saw this!

(Also, this is one of my favorite gifs of him)

literally me as soon as I saw this in my inbox:

And I can say it would definitely depend on the day; I see likely one of two ways:

If Hex and Rora saw Maxi had been working a lot lately and decided to smuggle Jude in to cheer him up (not that they would ever to admit to that, ofc), he would probably walk in a little bit exhausted, loosening his tie — and just linger in the doorway for a minute, processing. “Aw, man.” He’d walk over, still looking tired but unable to stop smiling. “I must be havin’ one of those really good dreams.” And then immediately just flop over on top of Jude in a hug, and nuzzle his way under his jacket. “Nobody better wake me up, or I’m gonna be pissed.” He’d be content to just lay there cuddling for a while, catching Jude up on everything that was going on with them at the mortuary (and with Seth/Vincent/They Who/whoever was the biggest pain in their collective ass at the time) and then wanting to hear how the other Mathesons were doing and wanting to hear about the bookshop, and the Barrens, and everything else while fiddling with Jude’s hair or his beard or something he was wearing, just as an excuse to keep touching him. (If he’s tired enough, he might even fall asleep on top of him for a bit to the sound of Jude’s heartbeat, but feel like an awful host when he finally woke up and insist on at least making him a proper dinner to make up for it :’D)

If everything was going pretty well, and Jude was just swinging up to say hi/surprise him, then he would immediately yelp with delight and take a semi-flying leap (or as much as he can manage lmao) to pin him down in a hug and just absolutely pelt the man with kisses. There might be some actual giddy feet kicking involved, the man cannot help himself when his Person is around. He’d still want to hear about everything new with Jude, just maybe between making out at least a little lmao. Then provided they don’t get distracted fooling around, he’d see if Jude wanted to go out to any of their usual haunts (some figurative, like the cafe, some literal, like the cemetery) to get food/just hang out, insisting that if he came all this way he wanted to at least take him somewhere fun. Wherever they went, he’d likely be happily chatting away about his most recent services, or the last town council meeting where he’d already brought up ideas for the local Halloween event, or the CEO who mysteriously got fucking eaten and he’s pretty sure he might know the rougarou involved and he seemed nice enough the last time they met just kinda quiet, or Rora’s latest attempt to reanimate something she was calling “Reba” (but that last one might take some explaining best not done in public lmao)

Either way, he would be absolutely delighted, and likely a tiny bit flustered, because lord knows Maxi can’t look anyone he likes in the face for too long without going kind of starry-eyed and a smidgen of blushing lmao.

Thanks for taking the time to send this in, babe! 🥰 this was super cute to find — I can definitely see why this is one of your favorite .gifs of him, it made me have to avoid giggling whenever I looked at it so I didn’t attract attention to myself while I wrote this lol. 😂

I’ll match yours with this one, bc look at that smile. That’s definitely going to show up when he sees such a nice surprise waiting for him lmao.

[spiffghosthuntingcorporation]

Alright. Are we all in agreement about this?

I still think it’s a bad idea.

Kevin, please, stop worrying…

What if Spiff walks in and turns on his computer? Or there’s a power outage and you get stuck? Or we get called away on a mission and can’t grab you? You’d just be alone for hours!

I was alone for five years, Kevin, I think I can handle a couple hours just fine.

Woah.

Daniel, you good? I’ve never heard that tone from you.

…

I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to snap at you!!

It’s fine, Dan. And you’re right, I need to stop worrying.

No, it’s nice that you’re worrying, and you’re bringing up valid points. But I’m a ghost, silly! Spiff won’t know I’m there, because he doesn’t know I exist. If anything goes wrong, I’ll come back, okay?

Now I’m having second thoughts about this…

Lads. Please. Let me do this. I need to do something to help. Not only that, but I need to figure out what the hell happened to make me what I am. I need to know what happened to kill me.

…Fuck, we can’t say no to you.

Even if we did, he could just go do it anyways.

Fine. Fine. Dan, you can go sneak into Spiff’s office. But be careful. And if you’re not back in an hour, we will come and get you ourselves.

If we see Spiff come back, we’ll try to warn you, okay?

This is the first time he’s been out in weeks, it should be a while.

Still. Be careful.

I will, I will…

Daniel let a small smile creep onto his face as he zipped through the wires, feeling the familiar electricity crackle around him. The lads’ devices were great and all, but in the wires he could just let the current take him away. It was something he could do without thinking — which was good, because his mind was very busy pinpointing all the little ways this could go wrong.

Which was stupid. He was a ghost. Nothing could hurt him. But maybe some of Kevin’s doubts had started to seep in (not that he was blaming Kevin, of course), because now he had started worrying. Even as he crept through the wire connecting Spiff’s computer to the wall, he still found himself anxiously glancing at the door just in case the boss suddenly slammed into his office. Luckily, he didn’t, and Daniel let out a small, freezing sigh of relief as he slid into the computer.

It took his eyes a minute to adjust to the unfamiliar dark layout, and when they did he immediately spotted the space where all the files and documents were kept. A good few of them were locked, predictably, restricted to all but its creator. But there were more then enough to keep him busy and hopefully find some answers. More then enough to make him feel like he was finally helping, instead of just tagging along.

Some of the documents he discarded immediately; little notes Spiff had written himself or reminders to do things like ‘buy new UV flashlights’ or ‘polish bones in display case’. There were also files on every member of the company, containing their portfolios and personal info. Those files he lingered by for a few seconds longer, before pushing them to the side as well. Come on, there had to be something good here! Daniel kept pushing through order forms for spirit boxes and strange snippets of writing he couldn’t seem to grasp — until one file caught his attention.

Labeled simply ‘targets.’, the document had to load for a few seconds before appearing in front of Daniel’s eyes. This one had been shared with Spiff, it wasn’t one of his own. It was a list of familiar addresses, but the notes written besides them were completely vague.

Fourty-two Edgefield Road — 2 adults, 2 children, 1 infant — mother’s sibling witnessed last hit (DONE)

Bleasdale Farmhouse — 1 adult, 2 children — connections to chief detective (DONE)

Thirteen Willow Street — 2 adults, 1 cat — former employee (TBD)

Daniel ran his transparent fingers over the words, trying to piece together the clues. These were locations the lads had been assigned to hunt at. Clearly, they were chosen for a reason. But why, and by who? Getting an idea, Daniel moved to look at the properties of the document. Maybe he could see who had shared it with Spiff? As he combed through the history, only two email addresses jumped out at him. spiff.business@gmail.com, and…

“Got you.”

With a sudden pull that ripped at his chest, Daniel was yanked into a USB. He barely had time to reach for the computer before he was pulled out of it entirely, and held up in the face of the Spiff Ghost Hunter’s boss. He tried to manifest, or jump to another electronic, but Spiff was quick to drop him into a small glass box far away from the desk.

“Hello, little ghost.” Spiff teased as he peered inside the box, smiling as if he could actually see the panicking Daniel inside. “I knew you were around here somewhere. Oh, my boss is going to be thrilled to see you again.”

Daniel was trapped.

At the mercy of someone who seemed to know more about him than he knew himself.

And all he hoped was that the lads would be safe.

[gorogues]

it-is-i-zim said: Hi, I have autism and I need people to leave tone indicators so that I understand how this are. From my perspective they were misunderstanding the situation and I only simply explained how the Suicide Squad works. Cuz that’s how the Suicide Squad works. If they try to go home, they’re head blows off. I literally do not see the problem with this. It’s literally explained in canon like this on multiple occasions.

it-is-i-zim said: This might just be my opinion, but it’s kinda ableist to assume that everyone is capable of understanding a joke you leave on a public post and don’t leave a tone indicator and then get bent all out of shape because someone simply just… Didn’t understand that it was meant as a joke.

it-is-i-zim said: And on top of that, come to me directly if you have a problem. Like… I’m not going to learn anything if someone I don’t follow vague posts about me and then blocks me when I don’t respond. Hey, maybe, I don’t know, fucking talk to me about it. I don’t follow anyone here. I just check the Captain Boomerang tag, man.

it-is-i-zim said: Not that it even matters cuz they’re not going to see this since I’m blocked

it-is-i-zim said: If someone had just come to me and said hey I felt those comments were rude I literally would have just deleted them. Plain and simple. No one told me anything. I don’t follow anyone here. I literally had my friend go through their blog to find a vague post about the situation while I went through the comment log to even have a goddamn clue what’s going on. If you have a problem with me come to me directly. It solves things much faster and I’ll actually know to begin with

Okay, I understand -- as it happens, both Katze and I are autistic too. I suspected you might be as well, that's why I didn't get angry at you. She and I have known each other a long time and we both have a long history of being bullied and publicly humiliated in our youth so I figured she'd be upset about your comments even though I was pretty sure you didn't mean any harm -- and obviously you didn't. You are welcome here.

I'm sorry that other user left shitty bigoted comments about you, which were completely unacceptable and that person is now blocked. You didn't deserve any of that, and I hope you're okay.

purplecyborgnewt said: Hey, random homophobic visitor who wishes death on people - your behavior isn’t welcome here.

No it isn't. That person is blocked now, and I'll be reporting them to Tumblr. Thank you for speaking up!

[romana-after-dark]

Sneak peak for Ghost of You chapter 3

below the cut

Bonus poll at the bottom

For context, Joel told Ellie her mom died in the house as to avoid the truth of her leaving.

Also: can you find the clue to where little one got Ellie’s name? If no one gets it I’ll tell you in the chapter. Hint: it’s hidden in little ones things.

****************

“Do you wanna see her first?”

Behind the house is where her mom was buried.

“Please?”

Ellie stared at the grave, a headstone that read her first and middle name followed by Miller. Wife, mother, friend. ‘For they say you are taking the sunshine’ was inscribed on it, song lyrics Ellie knew right away. In the front, near patches of grass and a well worn area for sitting, there were flowers at varying stages of decomposition at the base… Joel brought them a lot, it seems. “Red River Valley” Ellie muttered about the lyrics, choking back tears. She will not cry, she told herself. “That’s uncle Zach’s favorite.”

Joel nodded in understanding. “Your moms too. Learned it on guitar just for her.”

Walking in the house, her chest felt tight, feeling like she may have another

Panic moment like she did when she first met Joel… all eyes were on her as she walked in, Joel telling them to ‘show some goddamn respect’ to shut them up. Walking in the dining room, however… her worry dissipated. Joel had set up a meal for her. “Figured you’d be hungry. I’m not the best cook, but…”

Thing was, it was good, vegetables and all. Joel even muttered manners after she ripped a large belch at the table. Afterwards, Joel asked if she wanted to see the room. Ellie knew which one.

It was strange, seeing the room she was born in, the room her mom died in. The window had been boarded up, a shitty mattress on the floor, a piano to the right and a few boxes of random things here and there.

“This is where your mom lived when she first came to live with us, before we were married. These are her things. You can look if you want.”

And look she did. Ellie flipped through the items, taking them out and holding them, smelling the clothes, boxes of pretty dresses, a few baby items that they had gotten preparing for her birth, a well-worn deck of cards… With Joel’s permission to explore and a heartsick eye watching her, she touched the things her mom touched, slowly getting a sense of who she was, dust-collected memories strewn about the room as Ellie took in everything she could: comic books that read Star Wars on the cover, a book called Jurassic Park, eventually landing on the piano.

She stood up from the floor of memories she never got to have, approaching the small piano with care and wonder. Zach taught her to appreciate instruments; they were rare, Lorenzo working extra hard and drawing in all his connections to bring Uncle Zach the one he had.

Tentatively, Ellie, plucked out a few cords, drawing Joel over to where she stood.

“You play, Ellie June?”

Ellie nodded. “A little. Zach taught me some. I’m not good, but… I know Red River Valley.”

A soft smile spread across his sad face. “I’d love to hear you play, baby girl”

“I’m not singing. Fuck that shit.” She was quick to warn, making Joel chuckle and assure her he could handle that part.

***************

Can you guess what inspired Ellie’s name?

[steellotus54]

This is how you do a pinned post right?

Hiya! I'm Marisa, but you can call me Mari. I've been lurking about for a while now, and I figure it's time I changed that!

Literally everything is below the cut, on account of there being so much text.

My Tags

Whoops, I left this empty on purpose! I’ll add tags here as they become necessary, so check back every once in a while.

What I do (and want to do)

Worldbuilding (Been doing it in some form in my spare time for as long as I can remember. No idea how good any of it is, but I’ll occasionally post about it nonetheless - I love talking about the stuff I make.)

Pixel art (I've lost track of how long I've been doing it for, but nevertheless I'd like to think I'm at least decent at it.)

Game Development (I have too many ideas and must make them. With Godot, of course.)

Make music (Of the chiptune variety specifically. I got famistudio a while ago and I have no clue what I’m doing. I’ll figure something out though.)

Stuff I Like (in no particular order)

Splatoon Franchise (I'm a series vet, played since the first game's testfire!)

Celeste (One of, if not the best example(s) of video games as an art form. I can and will die on this hill.)

Terraria and Minecraft (I'm a sucker for sandboxes where you can build shit. Granted, I'm mediocre at actually doing so, but what can I say.)

Mindustry (The best game you can play on a phone. And it's on steam + itch. And it has official mod support on all platforms. And it's still receiving content updates. And- Dies)

Ultrakill (Sensory overload: the shooter, but it’s fun so I don’t care.)

Octopath Traveler 2 (I'm Very Normal about Castti. I'm totally not obsessed with her what could you possibly be talking about.)

No Man’s Sky

Noita

Slime Rancher

Cult of the Lamb

Electronic and Chiptune music (I fucking love this stuff and I cannot explain why for the life of me.)

Where to find me (and not find me)

You can find me on cohost (where I post my art) and youtube (where I rarely post video devlogs and whatever else comes to mind). Relevantly, you will not find me on tiktok or instagram - I choose not to use either of these platforms for a variety of reasons, and I will not expound upon them.

Boundaries

This list is not a DNI. It describes how I will act or respond regarding certain situations or kinds of people, because that’s how boundaries actually work. Also note that this list is here for transparencies sake and is non-exhaustive. I can and will make liberal use of the block button for reasons not listed.

I block TERFs, radfems, and bigots of any other variety on sight. This is your first and only warning.

Additionally, fuck JK Rowling. If you interact with her works, you’ll get blocked.

While we’re on the subject, don’t refer to me with traditionally masculine terms (dude, bro, and the like) or he/him pronouns - I don’t care what your reasoning is. If you do it once unintentionally as a force of habit I won’t be particularly aggravated, but repeat occurrences will result in a block.

I don't mess with gacha games (or any others that are microtransaction-heavy for that matter) as I believe them to be predatory and unethical. If you recommend that I (or anyone else) play any on my posts, you get blocked.

I'm here to have a nice fun time, NOT to have arguments with randos. Try and pick a fight with me, and you’ll get blocked. Quote: "I am not interested in discourse. I am right."

If I didn't put something here and/or you want clarification about something, I encourage you to ask, but I request that you respect my decision to not disclose information about myself. To state this more clearly: Do not pressure me to post (or otherwise make public) information about myself. If you do, I WILL block you. Who I am offline is none of your business, end of story.

Don’t ask me for donations or to boost a donation post. I understand that finances are tough for a lot of you, but I don’t have the money to spare, nor is this the correct blog to be asking for this kind of assistance from. I will block you if this occurs repeatedly.

Last, but certainly not least: If your blog is untitled and/or lacks a profile picture, I will block you if you follow me. You look like a bot in that instance. I shouldn’t have to explain this.

That just about covers everything! I hope you find my little corner on this hellsite at least somewhat enjoyable to pass through. May good fortune find y'all!

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#5

Hello everyone who's been waiting for me to post chapter 10 of Safety Found in Red Sleeves.

I have an announcement, chapter 10 should be out either late tonight (August 30th) or early tomorrow (August 31st) so keep an eye out for it.

Best wishes, the dumbass who forgot they were in the middle of writing a chapter and dipped for way too long.

4 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

#4

Hey guys. How're you doing? I just had a really quick social experiment I wanted to do.

Raise your hand if you found out the Queen died through the internet/radio/other media outlet and or second/third-hand from someone else who found out that way. Keep your hand raised if your internal response was "oof" or Queen's "Another One Bites the Dust" while your external response was "oh no".

5 notes - Posted September 10, 2022

#3

Okay, so we all know in the canon verse Freddy gets Gregory, I had a thought the other day. What if it was a multiverse? What if each 'verse was different like in one it started with Chica, Roxy, and Monty but as the years go by Roxy and Monty get replaced by Bonnie and Freddy? What if Roxy, Foxy, and Bonnie were the first ones and Roxy is the only OG remaining and she's the one with the malfunction? What if her "Gregory" is a little girl with big hair and an even bigger heart? What if she's just scared and not hiding from Vanessa? What if, in a different verse, it was Monty and his "Gregory" was a shy little girl who got separated from her big sister (Officer Vanessa) and she doesn't want to get got by Vanny?

6 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

#2

Safety Found in Red Sleeves

Chapter 10

I know it's been literally fourteen months since chapter nine but I promise this is a big chapter (compared to like chapters one and two (this is like 2687 words)).

Anywho, I hope you enjoy the chapter and enjoy the return to Gotham.

Jerome looked at his nephew and nieces and frowned. “How long has she been in the city? Has anyone else seen her? Has her father?”

Jason shrugged, adjusting Damian in his lap as he tried to figure out how to phrase it. “She’s been sighted in Pam’s garden, Oswald’s lounge, and with Jon and Ed. I’m not sure the exact time she’s been in the city but a couple of days, probably. I’m hoping he hasn’t.”

Damian returned his attention to his dad’s face and pouted. “What’s so bad about her father?”

Jerome looked at Damian and thought for a moment. “Has your dad told you about the Mad Hatter?”

Damian shook his head and frowned, “I don’t think so.”

Jerome took in the information and looked at the other three people at the table with him. “Okay, so, you know how your mom doesn’t always do things that are nice? Or, how about her Ma?” Jerome nodded toward Cass and waited for Damian to turn to look at her. “You know how she doesn’t always do nice things, or how she’s mean to people?” Jerome watched as Damian nodded, not understanding the relevance. “Well, your Aunt Thana’s father is really mean. He hurts people. Like the guy who hurt your dad, he hurts people like that.”

“Okay, Kutlat Saghira, you know how some people hunt animals for food and other people hunt animals for sport?” Damian brightened and nodded, drawing a small smile from Jason, “he’s like the people who hunt animals for sport.”

Damian scrunched up his nose in disgust. “I’ll get rid of him so Auntie Tea can come home.”

---

Jason bustled around the kitchen as Damian watched Blue’s Clues in the living room. He didn’t know what to do with the information he’d received at the meeting with Jerome. He certainly never would have guessed that his son would threaten to kill someone.

Tim perched on the counter watching his older brother. “What’re you doing?”

“Thinking. ‘ve always thought best when I was in the kitchen with Alfred.” Jason huffed and pulled out everything he would need to make yorkshire pudding. “Do you want to help make the puddings?”

Tim slid off the counter and nodded. “What do I need to do?”

Jason and Tim listened to Elton John’s discography while they worked side by side making two batches of Yorkshire pudding batter. Jason smiled at his little brother as he copied him, stirring together and adding ingredients in sync. Jason nodded and pulled his spoon from the bowl, gently tapping it on the side to remove the excess batter, before putting the spoon down and turning to Tim.

“Now, the secret to these puddings is you chill the batter before you preheat the oven. So, we’re just going to stash these in the refrigerator for the next half an hour to an hour.” Jason led the way to the fridge, holding the door open so Tim could get his in before Jason’s bowl joined it. “I’m Still Standing” played throughout the apartment, causing Stephanie to groan.

“Why’re we listening to the most boring music ever?”

“If you don’t like it, you can watch Blue’s Clues with Damian.” Jason was surprised that Duke was the one who responded. “Elton John is a gift.”

Tim snickered at Jason’s side and shook his head.

---

Kate Kane looked at her cousin’s children and sighed. “Why are none of you at home?”

Jason rolled his eyes as he continued to push Damian on the swing while his siblings were spread out around the park. “The B-Man said some not very nice things about certain individuals of whom I care very deeply and I walked out. Most of them were at the press conference when B said those things, three of them felt personally attacked by what he said.”

“So, Bruce is just like the rest of the family, got it.” Kate turned and leaned against the leg of the swing set. “So, homophobia? That the thing?”

“No, uh, being the child of a rogue. Which rules out Dami, Cass and Steph, and, uh, this girl I used to know.”

“Okay, cool. So, when do I get to see the new pad?” Kate smiled at Jason and wondered how things got to this point in their relationship because when they met he couldn’t stand her.

“Uh, I’m having a family night tonight, Alfred’ll be there as well as Lina.” Jason smiled as Damian pouted. “I know bud. I know. I’ll keep pushing. I’m sorry I stopped.”

“Do you mind if I bring a friend?” Kate asked while looking around the park for all of the other Bat Kids “also, where’s Barbara?”

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12 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Safety Found in Red Sleeves Shorts

Her Little Glowstick

This is a short about Thana and Duke (featuring Uncle Ozzy because he just kind of snuck his way in there). I hope you enjoy this.

Enjoy ~

Thana was being followed, which wasn’t unusual in a city like Gotham, but the person doing the following seemed too small to be on his own. She led him through a series of back alleys and tunnels which would lead them to one of her hidey-holes. She knew that he would be able to fit through all of the tight spaces, unlike Jay-Jay.

She glanced over her shoulder and recognized the bright safety yellow hoodie he wore. “Hello, Little Glowstick. What’re you doing out so late?” She refocused on the ground in front of her and slowed down to let him catch up.

“Could ask you the same thing.” He reached out and grabbed the hem of her hoodie. “‘Sides, it’s not like anyone’ll miss me. Ma and Pa are running errands and none of the rest of the adults’re really all that keen on havin’ me ‘round.”

“Well, you can stay with me for a while. I don’t mind.”

---

Thana draped a red hoodie over top of Duke’s ridiculously bright hoodie and ushered him into the Iceberg Lounge. “Uncle Ozzy!”

“Oh, my little Chick. You get bigger every day, maybe someday you’ll be as big as me.” Oswald smiled at Thana and glanced behind her at the boy whose hand seemed to have a vice-like grip on her hoodie. “And you must be this new boy she’s been spotted with. Oswald Cobblepot, most people call me Oswald.”

“Duke, uh, Duke Thomas. She calls me Little Glowstick.”

“Uncle Ozzy, play nice. Where’re Pere and Gale?” Thana searched every face she could see for her uncle's righthand women.

“They’re out right now, on a liquor run. Should be back soon. Why don’t I take you both on back to the VIP area?”

Thana seemed to brighten at the idea. “Is Aunt Lina back from her trip?”

“Selina is in fact. She’s back there with Edward and Jonathan now.”

“C’mon Little Glowstick.” Thana reached back, grabbed Duke’s hand, and started pulling him back to the VIP area. “You’ve gotta meet Aunt Lina, Uncle Jon, and Uncle Ed.”

Oswald chuckled as Thana dragged the boy through the club, bobbing and weaving around the patrons. He knew he’d do anything for his niece, even if all he could do was provide a safe place for her to retreat to when she needs to get away from things.

---

Duke dropped in on Thana often, nearly every day for weeks. The duo was seen in the Iceberg Lounge every few days, occasionally they were at Pam’s garden, but mostly they were just seen around the city. They grew close and most nights would find Duke tucked against Thana’s side as she whispered old stories to him.

His favorites were always the ones about her and Jason, and how their meeting wasn’t the best.

---

Duke burst through the doors of the Iceberg Lounge, one of Thana’s red sweaters pulled over the top of his obnoxiously bright yellow hoodie, and fell into Oswald’s arms. “She’s gone.” Duke’s voice cracked and his eyes filled with tears.

“Who’s gone?” Oswald whispered and he stroked Duke’s back. “Peri, Gale, can you watch over this lot while I go to my office?” He received a single nod and turned away from the masses.

Duke buried his face in Oswald’s chest and sobbed his heart out. The last month had been hard on him, first losing his parents to the Joker and his Joker Gas, and now this. He felt like his whole world was crashing down around him.

“Hey, Kingfisher,” Oswald knelt down to Duke’s level and wiped his tears away, “can you tell me what’s wrong? Who’s gone?”

The tears returned and he crumbled to his knees. “Thana, she’s, they, the fuzz, they, she’s gone. The fuzz got her.”

Oswald held Duke close, promising that he’d look after Thana’s Little Glowstick in her absence. “Hey, Kingfisher, calm down. It’ll be okay. You’ll be okay. I’ll still let you in here in your yellow.”

Duke grinned a little at that. “Thought red was the only colour you let kids in wearing.”

“You’re not kids, you’re Kingfisher, you’re my Chick’s chick.” Oswald brushed away the tears on Duke’s cheeks and offered him a smile. “That makes you my nephew, and family is always welcome in my club.”

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20 notes - Posted January 20, 2022

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[dreamcatchers-husband]

Carpool

Male reader x Miyawaki Sakura

Length: 2600+

Tags: Cheating? Creampie

A/N- not really revised so sorry for typos and such. Wrote this randomly today in a BFH.

Pt 1

Did you mention you love your job?. Yeah you probably did, so all that can be skipped. The next few days pass as it’s time for the next shoot for your girlfriend and her members. This shoot was different then the last one. The main focus on the previous shoot was to show them as fearless with all the cars, but this shoot is to show a bit more of a feminine side. 

Chaewon was laying down on a couch of sorts with a tight top that hugged her breast. Sure they weren’t the biggest but you loved her body and would enjoy them every time. 

“That’s great Chaewon!.” 

Your girlfriend continued to look at the camera seductively. Each photo you took of her was another moment you wanted to pounce on her small figure and claim her in front of everyone. 

After a few more minutes your shoot with chaewon ends as you start to pack up your things. You start to hear a bit of arguing behind you as you finally look back. Looking at the staff you see they are unhappy with something. 

“Ya, what’s wrong?” 

The staff look quite nervous but get closer to speak. 

“Sir, I’m very sorry but most of the pictures that were taken of Chaewon were not saved. We are going to need to do a reshoot.” 

“Are you serious?. I'm tired and want to go home!”

“We are so sorry sir, but how about we do the reshoot right now and you head home? I’m sure we can handle it.” 

Considering they lost the pictures from earlier you aren’t quite sure if they can handle it, but on the other hand, you would love to go home already. 

“Ok ok fine. I will inform Miss Chaewon while you all set everything up again.” 

“YES SIR!” 

Walking past the crew, you make your way to the dressing room and knock on the door. The door opens as you see Sakura still in her outfit from earlier. 

“Oppa hi. What do you need?” 

“Hi, can I come in? I need to talk to chaewon very urgently about the shoot.” 

Sakura just waves for you to enter as you walk in. When you see your girlfriend she only has her skirt on, her small breast on display. 

“Oh Oppa, are you horny already?” 

All you could do is laugh as you got closer and kiss her on the lips. 

“As much as I would love to take you home and fuck you nonstop there is an issue. Most of your photos were not saved and they need to be reshot.”

“Oh come on!” 

“I know sweetie, but it needs to be done. My team will take your photos and I will wait for you at home. I have been here for almost 16 hours now.” 

“Awe, I hoped it would be you to take my photos again but you're tired for sure.” 

“I will wait for you at home ok?” 

“Oppa, I had invited Sakura unnie to our home for a sleepover, can you give her a ride to our apartment?” 

You look over and see Kkura smiling at you. 

“Um yeah sure. I didn’t know she was gonna visit today but that’s fine.” 

“Thanks, Oppa you’re the best!.” 

Your face is littered with kisses from her as she brings her face near your ear. 

“Pull out or you're dead.” 

Your eyes shoot open as you see chaewon put her top back on and run out the room. Sure you could assume what she meant when she said that but you would think Sakura would want to fuck you. She probably doesn’t even have any clue what was whispered in your ear. 

“I’ll be waiting outside. Feel free to change and we can head our way home.” 

“Oh I’m just gonna go home in this outfit and I have spare clothes to sleep in. Let’s go!” 

Looking at Sakura you see her figure. She went to the gym to help maintain her beautiful figure as well as breasts that were slightly bigger than chaewon. Wait, you shouldn't be looking at your girlfriend's member like this. 

“Um yeah let’s go, I guess we are carpooling.” 

As you make your way through the studio, you arrive at the front door and are met with a cool breeze when you open it. Sakura seems to shiver a little bit from the air so you remove your jacket and put it over her shoulders. 

“Thank you, such a gentleman.” 

All you can do is laugh as you walk towards your car. Standing at the passenger door, you then open the door and help Sakura sit down. You then run to the driver's door and settle down in your seat. Pressing down on the Brake Pedal, you then press the start button as your car engine roars. 

The car ride to your apartment was quite calm with you making small talk with Sakura until you arrived. Once your vehicle is parked, you help Sakura out and walk to the entrance. Once the pass to enter the building is scanned, you both get to the elevator and make it to the 13th floor. Exiting the elevator, your front door is just a few steps away as you input your door code. 

“Please make yourself at home.” 

Sakura then walks into the small hallway and continues till she arrives at the living room. 

“I haven’t been here in a little bit. Is that a new couch?” 

“Um yeah, we had a small accident with the other one.” 

You are not about to tell her it broke because you having sex with chaewon. 

“Oh, right you and chae broke it having sex.” 

Well never mind, you didn’t even need to tell her.

“Sometimes I forget how open you and my girlfriend are with each other.” 

“We have known each other for several years, of course, she tells me everything since it’s just me and her now.” 

“Ah yes girl talk, it’s great she has someone to do that.” 

Sakura process to just nod at your statement 

“Anyways can I take a shower?” 

“Oh yeah for sure, let me just show you where it is.” 

Sakura then follows behind you as you lead her to the bathroom. When you open the door you feel Sakura push you into the bathroom. As you tumble into the restroom your attention goes back to Sakura as she closes the door and looks at you, eyes full of a fiery lust. 

“Um Sakura, why did you push me in here?” 

“Chaewon was telling me about her favorite ride, so we decided I should take it for a spin.” 

“I’m sorry what?” 

Your eyes shoot open as Sakura unties her top and her boobs are exposed to you. Her hands then reach for her skirt as it slips down from her legs leaving her whole body exposed. Your heart is pounding as you're face to face with a naked woman that isn’t your significant other.

“I already told you, your girlfriend said you can fuck me. So I recommend you take off your clothes and come join me in the shower.” 

Sakura's ass is what blessed your eyes as she stepped into the big shower. You aren’t even sure how but your hands were moving on their own as your pants and underwear were already pulled down. As you walk over to the shower, your shirt comes off at a rapid speed, joining Sakura. 

The warm water that hits your chest is relaxing but you remember why you’re in there. Soft is all you can use to describe the feeling of Sakura’s skin as your hands touch her shoulders. Pulling her closer to your own body, Sakura begins to let out soft moans from your kisses on her neck. 

“Mmhmm, that’s it. Touch my body. It’s yours tonight.” 

Your hands reach for the soap and slowly rub it all over her body as you feel her body. 

Sakura quickly spins around as her lips are attached to your own. Aggressive is the best term to describe the kiss. Her tongue seems to try to get access to your mouth, but you push her up against the shower wall and push your tongue into her mouth. Your tongue follows hers around as they fight each other. Eventually, Sakura stops her small battle and lets her be controlled by your kiss. 

As you continue to kiss her, your hand moves to her breast as you grab a handful. Just as you imagined before, her breasts were slightly bigger than your girlfriend's and you love it. Pulling back from the kiss, your mouth reattached to her neck as you pepper it with kisses moving down to her shoulder and moving inwards to her boobs. 

“Ah,”  is all that leaves Sakura’s mouth as you suck on her nipple. Your tongue swirls around you and gives it small flicks, causing Sakura to moan more. Your attention then moves to her left breast as you continue the Same pattern you did on her other boob. 

After your assault on her other breast, you pull back and see Sakura open her eyes and smirk. 

“I felt you poking me, let’s give your friend some attention.” 

Sakura then drops to the floor and grips your shaft in her small hands. 

“God, look at this monster. I can’t wait till you fuck me with this, but let’s have a little taste for now.” 

Your body jerks as her lips form a seal around your cock. You feel your shaft start to enter the rest of her mouth as she pulls you as deep as possible. When you feel the back of Sakura’s throat, you’re amazed that she holds the position for a long time. Pulling back from your cock, Sakura gasps for air as her hand's stroke your shaft at a rapid speed. The seal returns on your shaft as Sakura bobs her head, giving you the pleasure you haven’t felt before. 

As Sakura lets go of your cock, she turns around to face the wall again and wiggles her ass at you. 

“Enough foreplay, shove that monster in me.” 

You don’t have to be told twice as you push your length into her pussy. 

“FUCK,” 

“That’s it, fuck my little pussy.” 

As you grab on her hip you pull her back on your cock with no remorse. You were partly scared it would be too much for her but the laughter and moans that leave her mouth tell you otherwise. As you continue to fuck her, you see her ass is turning red from how hard you are shoving into her. 

“Fuck this is some good cock, we should have done this earlier.” 

You can’t even say anything as you continue to just fuck her like a bunny in heat. 

Your left-hand lets go of her waist as you reach down and look for her clit. After a bit of searching, you find it and rub it to help Sakura with more pleasure. Her walls quickly start to constrict around your cock as she starts to yell. 

“Fuck I'm gonna cum!.” 

A rush of fluids hit your legs as Sakura cums. Slowing down from your vigorous fucking you spin Sakura and kiss her once again. With all your strength you pick her up in your arms and make your way to the bedroom. Once you are in front of your bed you drop her as she laughs. 

“I haven’t had a good fuck in a long time, and with a cock like that of course I came quickly. But either way, I want some more.” 

You smirk as you Line up your cock back with her folds and push back into her. You thought you had never felt anything as tight as Sakura before, but entering her again after she just orgasmed was another story. As you push all the way in, your tip reaches into what could have been her womb. 

“Fuck Oppa, I love your dick.” 

You pull your upper body down as your mouth is next to her ear. 

“Fuck Kkura, I’ve never had pussy this good.” 

You would never admit it to your girlfriend, but Sakura was tighter than her. 

Pulling your hips back you shove your length back in and continue fucking her like before. Sakura starts to match your speed as if she’s trying to break a new record when it comes to fucking. You pull her upper body back up with your own as you touch your forehead with hers. Making eye contact with Sakura turns you into even more of a beast as you make animalistic grunts every time you enter her. 

Eventually, you feel Sakura’s walls tighten around your shaft. 

“Fuck I'm gonna cum again, don’t stop!.” 

You had no plan of stopping as you continue to fuck her pussy. Eventually, another rush of fluids leaves her pussy as you feel it run down your cock. You stole yourself from going crazy anymore and let Sakura rest for a quick second. 

“Fuck Sakura, you are a wild fuck.” 

“Look who’s talking, but I think it’s your time to cum.” 

Before you could even say anything you feel Sakura move her hips as she fucks herself on your dick. You grab her hips again and continue your pleasure as you are hit with a sensation you haven’t felt before. Sakura smirks as she seems to clench a little and her pussy give you the best feeling you have ever had fucking someone. 

“Sakura, keep doing that and I’ll cum. Let me know so I can pull out .” 

“Who said anything about pulling out?” 

You feel her legs wrap around your back and she continues her massage on your cock, you are going to cum soon.

“Sakura I need to pull out!.” 

“Come on, I know you have always wanted to cum in a girl. Now is your chance, fucking fill my pussy.” 

Your mind wanders back to what Chaewon said, to pull out but your body is reminding you to do something else. 

“Cum inside me.” 

Those three words just cause you to grab back into her hips and fuck her harder than ever until your peak arrives. Sakura’s warm walls start to milk you of all you have as you shoot shot after shot into her pussy. Cuming inside a girl is a sensation you never had felt before, but now you are just gonna want to do this more often. 

As you finish cuming you feel all the strength in your legs give out as you fall on top of Sakura. Laughter fills the room as you kiss Sakura all over her face finally attaching back to her lips. 

Once your make-out session ends you pull back and smile at Sakura. 

“That was wild.” 

“Yes, it was.” 

You look back into her eyes as you both get closer and closer. 

Bang 

Is the noise that hits your ears as you both look to the bedroom door and see Chaewon standing there, and she does not look happy. You stand up in fear from the look in her eyes. 

“I SAID PULL OUT!.” 

Chaewon rushes at you as you feel a slap on your face. 

You look back at her as she grabs your face in her hands. 

“Looks like you can’t follow instructions well, but you are lucky Kkura and I are sharing you as a boyfriend now.” 

“I’m sorry what?” 

“You heard her, you’re my boyfriend now too. And don’t be angry Chaewon. Just get a load in your pussy now then.” 

Honestly, you are very confused about when they planned all this but you feel Chae push you back into the bed you just shared moments ago with Sakura. 

“You are lucky it was so hot when you came in her. I wanted to be first but you'll just have to give me two loads in my pussy tonight to make up for it.” 

“Make that three loads, I want another load from my new boyfriend as well.” 

Sakura and Chaewon laugh as they both approach you like hungry animals.

Guess you have a busy night with your girlfriends. 

[fillinforlater]

hmmm dahyun bending over hmm

Scandal

Male Reader x Kim Dahyun

Length: 1137 words

Tags: bending over, public, rich!Dahyun

TW: QUICKIE. UNEDITED. Also: public sex

Inspiration: This picture ofc and “Scandal” by TWICE

“Do you know why I called you over?”

All it took was the curl of one finger. Just a glance at the angelic figure on the yacht, the bright evening sunlight engulfing her shape, and you were entranced. The docks were filled with rich, beautiful, but also arrogant and entitled people. For the first time, one of these people notices you and calls you upon their enormous luxury ship.

It would have been foolish not accepting the very obvious offer. To your surprise, the whole deck seemed deserted, almost lifeless. The only other human: the one that curled the finger to call you. With your heart rapidly pumping in your chest, you took slow, cautious steps towards her. The lady came in full view, and you were too stunned to speak.

“Hello? Can you hear me?”

Crap. A white gown effortlessly hangs down her pale body, covering enough to not be salacious, but also sexy enough to increase your heartrate significantly. Her face is also gorgeous, a kind smile, spotless skin, and an unparalleled jawline. How could you speak in the presence of such an ethereal being? You should try at least.

“I-I’m sorry, madam. O-Of course I-I can hear you. To be honest, I have no clue why you signaled me to come over.”

Her hand—small, like her height—moves along your chin, feeling your features, then your lips. While her eyes remain calm, yours open wide at the touch of her soft skin as it caresses yours. Then, a jolt, an electric shock in your nervous system, when her tongue invades your orifices and immediately spreads her saliva inside of it.

The shock should have send you backwards. This was way more affection than you were comfortable with by a stranger, but instead of leaning back, your body tilts forwards to allow her better access to your mouth. The mingle of rapid-fire tongues becomes mutual, just like the swell of red in two faces. Two faces that disconnect after more sharing, and a thin string of spit that still connects them.

“I’m Dahyun. No need to be formal to me; I’ll let you fuck my pussy after all.”

No hesitance in Dahyun’s voice. She makes this request seem like it’s a normal, everyday question. The only reason she does not radiate 100% confidence is her strong blush, amplified tenfold by her ridiculously pale skin.

You on the other hand are more than hesitant. With a polite bow you not only pay her respect: It also perfectly hides your erect cock, which forms an embarrassing tent in your jeans.

“I-I c-can’t p-possibly acc—”

“Oh, I bet you can.”

Dahyun takes two steps to reach the wooden railing, but it only takes her one step to hike up her dress. The revelation leaves you a drooling mess. Your mind cannot possibly comprehend what unfolds before you.

Lips, wet like the ocean water and her full thighs form the bay with its bright stones, keeping the water in its position. Cute ass cheeks wiggle perfectly, forming waves—the comparisons write themselves—and you can’t wait to dive in. Dahyun is the only one that can stop you—and she does.

“No time for foreplay, I’m wet enough. Just fuck me against the railing. Do it!”

A desperate command, impossible to resist. Your view blurs and all of a sudden, you are rubbing Dahyun’s walls with your rod. The first moan she releases sounds like a satisfied call, like someone who achieved true freedom, like someone—who needs to be fucked for some reason.

Oblige to her moan with thrusts, using her slickness to give yourself pleasure. Both of your hands grip her hips firmly. She can’t fall over the railing, you can fuck her harder. Truly, a win-win.

Something you would not consider a win in this situation is your very exposed location: The way you fuck Dahyun at the edge of the yacht is easily visible by anyone paying attention. One curious person just has to look upwards, and they would see the messy face of a beautiful Dahyun, as she is being fucked silly by your length.

With every in and out of your cock, her moans and screams get louder and somehow more sexual. To arouse attention seems to be her arousal, because her walls constrict with each step the first potential viewer gets closer. While you lean backwards a bit to keep your face out of the frame, Dahyun stares straight down to them.

An exceptionally strong crashing of your pelvises, and Dahyun orgasms with unrelenting squirts of juices and definitely unmistakable moans of pleasure and bliss:

“Oh fuck, yes! Fuck me! Ruin my image with you cock! Show them everything!”

Your heart trembles in excitement and you continue to obey her—with your face now buried and hidden in her hair. It smells of chocolate and sweat, but even this weird mixture does not compare to this downright absurd situation. The new position makes your pounding slower, but nonetheless impactful, as each hit is with full force of your entire cock.

Then her walls squeeze, almost crush you like an asteroid could crush Earth. Flashes of light, one, then two, then a million engulf you, yet the chase to your orgasm continues. Pound her, even though pictures, videos, memes will exist of this in less than ten minutes. Pound her, even though Twitter, Reddit, Tumblr will be filled with Dahyun’s cumming face. Pound her—

“Fuck, yes, yes! I am such a bitch for your cock! Fuck me, end me, fuck!”

Her second orgasm is a lot more violent than her first. Girl cum shoots out of her like water from a hose and the amazing, warm sensation melts your mind. Luckily, the pressure of the fountain pushes your cock out of her, and your ropes of creamy white land on her thick thighs—juicy in more ways than one.

Dahyun’s sparkling eyes are scandalous, her flopping tongue spreading spit all around her lips even more so. It is exactly what she wanted, and with a satisfied grin she turns around to you—wobbly knees not able to keep you upright, so you drop onto the deck.

“Thanks, I needed that. Finally, I can get revenge on my father.”

She kneels down next to you, your cum still visibly dripping down her legs. You should ask her what she means by these words, but it does not matter to you anymore. You were able to fuck this rich, beautiful woman—anyone would envy you and not question it.

Dahyun’s hand rests on your heavily heaving chest, as her luscious lips suck at your neck. A growl from you and she whispers seductively:

“Maybe we can do this again. Fuck my image up even more. How about that?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“It’s Dahyun.”