#I'm gonna chase that high the rest of my life

[emmyrosee]

okay so, this evening has not been fun for me, so ofc I’m gonna try coping via escapism 🤩

and as always you are absolutely NOT obligated to write it. I’m so serious, if you don’t want to there’s absolutely zero pressure emmy, I’d completely understand one hundred percent.

very long story short, I got my grades back for this semester and despite doing soooo much better overall this year than my first year and not failing a single class this time around, unless I get a miracle it’s looking like I’m going to have to be asked to withdraw from my university for a whole year ☹️

and as someone who got straight As from elementary til my last year of high school/made school my whole life, this is just an enormous blow to any self confidence I had finally built back up. I was doing better mentally and finally feeling a bit like myself again and I’ve just felt so sick with anxiety all evening because I don’t even know what to do anymore. If they decide to ask me to leave, it’ll make my chances of medical school even slimmer than they already were and I can’t help but feel like a bit of a failure and like I’ve just ruined my future despite knowing it’s not all true and I still have options :(

it’s so hyper specific and I’m so so so sorry abt that, but would it be possible for some comfort + tons of fluff with kuroo possibly? I just want to be babied a bit by this fictional man LOL. I feel like he’d know exactly what to do and how to get my mind off of it until I inevitably get that email :(

anon <3

My love, I am so sorry you’re having to go through this, and I am here, to PERSONALLY, tell you that you are far from a failure, and you should still be proud of yourself for getting so far. It’s okay to have bumps like this that halt your dreams, and it doesn’t make you any less deserving of continuing to chase those dreams. And hey! Use me as an example! I went from being a mechanic for four years and being fired for being so terrible (yes that is an actual thing that happened) then I went to college for writing; and now I’m a licensed esthetician with a focus in makeup artistry! There is no such thing as a dead end, no such thing as a closed room, just keep treating yourself gently and reminding yourself that this is far from over, your dream is still more than obtainable with some time and it is more than okay.

Ahem. Let me get off my soapbox PFFFF-

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Last night, you refreshed your emails who knows how many times, staring at your computer screen on the verge of hyperventilating for what felt like hours- and it might have been; your brain can’t process how long it was right now.

Your bottom lip was tight between your teeth, the hand on the mouse pad trembling, waiting in anticipation, tight with nerves. Your other rested a fist on your lap, waiting for the results and occasionally wiping a rogue tear that falls.

There’s a soft rapping on the door, but you don’t turn to face it. You merely keep refreshing.

“Hey,” tetsuro whispers, and you hear his feet padding into the room, and when he gets next to you, he crouches down. Once again, you can’t spare him a glance. “Any updates?”

You stay silent. He winces, “I’ll take that at a no…” he lays a warm hand on your back and gently rubs it in circles, “it’s okay baby. We’ll figure it out, we always do.”

“Tetsuro, please,” you whimper, not quite in the mood for a pep talk. “I’m going to puke right now, my life is in flames and crumbling around me, I’m so nervous, please. Save the pep talk, I can’t handle it right now.”

“I'm sorry,” he soothes. He doesn’t say anything further, just rubbing your back in slow, firm circles with his palm, blinking his golden eyes up at you warmly, lovingly.

You feel your body cramp from being under his loving touch, suddenly dawning on you just how long you've been sitting in the chair, inert and unwilling to peel your eyes from the email inbox. You suddenly become hyperaware of how your legs feel numb, your fingers are cramped and your eyes are burning. It's the first time in hours you've taken a break from your refreshing to scrub at your eyes, breeding a wetness to try and soothe the sting.

You hear Tetsuro sigh, "why... don't we go to bed, angel?"

"No."

"But-"

"I can't," you whimper. "Not now. Not yet-" your breathing picks up as you look at him in despair, chest fluttering and heart pounding as you try to breathe. He furrows his brows and shushes you softly, big hands moving to cradle your cheeks and force you to look at him.

"Baby," he says softly, but firm enough to ground you. "It's late. They're not going to send it this late at night. And if they do, we'll deal with it when we wake up tomorrow. But I'm almost certain they're not going to send it to you this late. I promise, okay?"

You let out a shaky sigh and look at the time: 22:43. It's far too late to be thinking, to be worrying, and you'd much rather breakdown in the comfort of your own bed, than alone in this wooden chair.

But you do know that, no matter what, Tetsuro is going to be right next to you, rubbing your back and cradling you close.

When you say nothing, Tetsuro slowly stands up and scoops you in his big, strong arms, "come on, angel face. Let's get some rest." You thunk your head against his chest and fist your fingers into the collar of his shirt, letting him carry you to the bathroom where he plops you down on the countertop.

He grabs your toothbrush and some toothpaste, and gently tells you to open, which you sleepily do. He's extra careful, making sure to get every tooth he can, scrubbing softly as to not make you uncomfortable. Silence, save for the bristles on the toothbrush, fills the room, the corner of Tetsuro's tongue sticking out in focus.

"Okay. Spit," he says, moving so you can comfortably turn your head and spit the froth out. Skincare comes next, and his touch is even softer as he massages in every product you use.

"Good girl," he whispers, picking you back up to carry you to bed. "My good girl. Good, brave girl..."

You drift off in his arms at his praise, not even feeling the way he gets you into pajamas or gets you under the covers, the exhaustion of the constant high of anxiety weighing you down.

Waking up this morning, your bones feel like bricks under the wall of your muscles, barely able to move under the force of it all. Your skin feels like paper, so hyper aware of it now that you’ve had the time to come down from your anxious state. You blink up at your ceiling, eyelids tight as you do, and you continue to stare and let your body wake up molecule by molecule, inch by inch. You feel it coming to life, and you slowly bring your hands up to press the heels of your palms into your eyesockets to force the rest of the sleep out of your eyes.

When your hand then drops next to you, you feel yourself grow saddened at the lack of warmth. Tetsuro’s been out of bed long enough to let his side cool down, and it makes you want to cry at the idea of being alone right now.

You never should’ve shut him down last night. All he wanted to do was help, and you shut him up and made him feel bad, now he’s not even in bed with you anymore, and you feel tears sting at your eyes again, this time out of anxiety of making him upset, and-

“Ah, you’re up.”

Your guilty, howling mind shuts up as soon as tetsuro’s body makes its way into the doorway, smiling and stirring his tea with a spoon. “Good morning, babygirl.” He takes a step into the bedroom and before you know it, he’s at your side, sitting on the bed next to you. He uses his free arm to wrap around you, but not pull you to his chest. “Did you sleep okay?”

“No,” you whimper, voice croaky. He nods and lets his thumb rub up and down the curve of your shoulder. “I’m sorry I yelled at you last night.”

His brow cocks in confusion, “huh?”

Now, finally, you turn to face him, “I snapped at you… I told you to-“

“You told me you didn’t want a pep talk,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “That’s okay. You’re allowed to tell me that my words might not be the most helpful. I’m not going to get mad at you for that. It’s not like you told me to shut my ugly ass up- you’d never do that, I’m too pretty.”

This, for the first time in what feels like days, has you crack a smile. You let out a small laugh, breathy and barely there, but he smiles proudly all the same, pulling you in for a hug now. “You’re a goof,” you murmur.

“And you, need to eat something,” he whispers against your head, and you deflate in his arms again. “Don’t you protest me, you know you have to eat something.”

“‘M not hungry,” you say.

“I know, but you didn’t eat last night, and I let you sleep in-“ at his words, your eyes flick to the clock on your nightstand, red numbers flicked onto 10:24. “You have to have something.”

“But-“

“I know,” he says. “Do you want something sweet, or savory?”

20 questions. It’s something he does after a fit of your anxiety to try and make your life just a hair easier, decisions quicker, and your day just a bit brighter because you’re getting exactly what you want. He claims he used to do it with kenma, hence why he’s so good at it.

“Uhm…” you shrug, “why not both?”

“Both?” He echos. “Okay. Do you want fruit?” You nod. He nods with you. “Okay. How about a bagel?” You nod again. “Okay. With some cream cheese?” You shake your head and he clicks his tongue, “butter?” You shake your head again, “okay. Uhmmmm-“

“I want to do it,” you mumble, and he presses a kiss to your head.

“You sure? Because I can whip something up-“

“I have to do it. I have to put the toppings on my bagel.”

He nods a final time and squeezes you close, “okay. If you need any help deciding, I’m right here, okay? I’ll be cutting your fruit.”

You hum and slowly swing your legs out of the bed, stretching and mewling from the force. When your hand instinctively darts for your phone, he clicks his tongue, "leave it. You don't need it right now."

"But-"

"I told your family to text me if they need you. Your phone is on do not disturb. Leave it there, babe." He swings his own long legs over and extends a hand out to you, wiggling his fingers enticingly for you to hold. When you grab three of them, he smiles and slowly leads you into the kitchen.

The news is playing on tv at a low volume, there’s a discarded blanket on the couch, and you quirk a brow in intrigue, “tetsu, how did you know I was awake?”

He shrugs, “my life shifts when you wake up for the day. I feel it in my soul.”

“Ew.”

“Shaddup.”

You laugh again, smiling a weak smile as you plop down at the table. He makes his way to begin cooking your bagel, popping it in the toaster before making his way to cut up your fruit. You sigh and play with your fingers, wondering if you should make conversation, or let silence rule, and you sigh shakily before opening your mouth to speak. “What’re you going to have?”

“I, my love, already ate some toast with some apple jelly and butter.”

“Oh.”

“But I’m going to pick at some fruit with you, because I don’t want you eating alone.”

“You don’t have to do that-“

“I know,” he hums. Then, he turns to face you with a smile. “I want to.”

Your heart flutters as you smile at him, looking down at your fingers to distract yourself. Usually, you’d be scrolling through your social media, checking apps and emails, but since he forbade it, you’re left to listen to him sing softly and the newscaster drone on and on. After a few short minutes, your bagel pops, and he plates it with some sliced fruit and places it in front of you, before kissing your head and grabbing various toppings for it.

Breakfast drags, but in a comforting way, where it drips by so slow like honey, syrupy sweet as Tetsuro talks. He talks about everything and anything, about the game Kenma's going to stream for charity, and the funny meme he sent the streamer- or funny to Tetsuro at least, as allegedly Kenma left him on read. You find yourself eating at his company, and before you know it, your bagel, juice, and fruit is gone. You look down at your plate in surprise, and he wiggles his brows at you, "feel better, angel?"

"Uhm... yeah," you say, almost confused. "I didn't think I was that hungry."

"I don't care how you thought, I'm glad you ate." He stands out of his chair with a stretch, "you still hungry? I can make you another-"

"No," you sigh. "I... I really should check my email-"

"Not until I give you a bath and a massage."

You quirk your brow, "you're going to give me a bath and a massage?"

"Of course," he chuckles, "If you're too anxious to give yourself some self care, that's plenty fine, but that means I'm going to give you self care." He shrugs, "those are just the rules."

"Do you even know how to give a massage?"

"Bokuto and I used to massage each other after practice all the time." Your brow quirks higher, and he holds his hand up, "don't ask. Just trust me."

"Can Bokuto give me a massage?" You tease, giggling at the way he gives you a fake smile and a high pitched "no," to tease you.

He presses a kiss to your head, "I'm going to go run the bath, why don't you get changed and meet me in there?"

"Okay," you hum. He nudges your nose with a finger before stalking down the hall to the bathroom. When your hear the tub running, you make a dash towards the small office room for your laptop, nervous to check your email, and-

"I took it out!" He calls, followed by a cackle.

"You're an ass!"

"It's your favorite ass, though!"

You grumble and make your way to the bedroom to get undressed per his request, stealing one of his oversized shirt to conceal yourself until the tub is filled. You stalk into the bathroom and blush under the way his eyes glaze up and down you, "fuck, I love you in my clothes."

"Back off, I'm about to bathe," you snort.

"Yeah, but I can still find you hot." As the tub fills, he adds a scoop of epsom salt, and a splash of bathing bubbles, large bubbles brewing on the surface of the water. You smile and watch them shape and form, the sweet smell filling the air around you. You feel excitement brewing inside of you as you watch him turn off the water and push himself up and off the floor with the edge of the tub, "should do it, baby. I'm gonna let you soak, I'll set up for a little massage after, make you nice and comfortable.

"Okay," you mewl. He presses a kiss to your lips and makes his way to the door. "Hey, Tetsu?" You say, reaching for his hand, which he takes happily. "Thank you."

"Anything for you, babygirl," he whispers. "You know that." He pinches your cheek and leaves the bathroom for you to relax.

The bath water is warm as you soak in the epsom salt, feeling your muscles loosen and relish in the combination. You bury your face in the bubbles and close your sleepy eyes, letting the smells lull you into a state of relaxation. Your head is still heavy with anxiety, but your heart is full of love and warmth for your boyfriend.

You're not sure how long you were floating in silence, lost in the bubbles and oils, but he gently knocks on the door, "you okay? Haven't heard you for a bit."

"Yes," you mewl, stretching. The water is now chilly and the bubbles are mostly gone and you rub your hands over the surface of the water. "Is the massage stuff ready?" You tease, looking at your hands and wincing at how pruny they are.

"It's been ready, I didn't want to bother you," he snickers. “Come out when you’re ready, just wanted to make sure you were alive.”

“I’m alive, I’m coming,” you call, getting out of the tub to dry yourself. You take your time drying off, trying to enjoy the last little bit of warmth clinging to your skin. You leave the bathroom to get dressed into some clean pajamas, smiling as tetsuro busies himself with the whole massage set up. “Candles? You spoil me.”

“There’s a lot of smells going on,” he says with a face.

“I know I can tell,” you hum. Getting dressed, you slip on a pair of his boxers and a shirt, and you make your way to the bed to wait for him.

“Alright-“ he pats the bed for you to crawl on top of. “C’mere, let me pamper you.”

You giggle, “you have been pampering me!” Regardless, you swing your legs onto the bed and lay on your stomach, squeaking as he straddles you and cracks his knuckles.

He lays a massive paw on each of your shoulders, using his thumb to splay and press the muscle under his force, and your eyes cross in the middle and flutter in relaxation. They work in circles to press into the muscles, before laying flat on your back to dig his heel into before his fingers press and roll back up to your shoulders.

Thick fingers roll over the knot in your right shoulder, no doubt from the refreshing of the page for hours on end last night. You whine and bury your face in the bed, and he hums, "I know beautiful, I almost got it."

"Feels good," you murmur.

"Told you it would," he says softly. “You need to trust me.”

“I think I trust you too much,” you snicker. Tetsuro says nothing, merely offering you a laugh through his nose as he continues with the massage.

Your body twitches as the tips of his fingers dig into your side as part of the massage, but your snicker doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend. “Something wrong?” He hums, doing it again.

"Tetsu!" You giggle, reaching behind you to try and stop his wrists, "that tickles!"

"That's crazy, I'm not tickling you," he snickers, and it's hard to tell if he's lying or not. "I mean, I can tickle you, if you want-"

"No!" You squeal, and your laughter turns choppy as he uses the sides of his hands to playfully chop up and down your back, making your body instinctively let out bumpy noises from your mouth.

“Quite an attitude on ya today,” he taunts, before hooking his fingers up under your arms, making you shriek, “okay, now I’m tickling you.”

Your mind spins from the sensory change, the signals in your brain cross, but one thing is for certain:

The email is far from the front of your mind.

And it feels good to laugh.

[mod2amaryllis]

ok...... I've said this after a lot of shows........

.... but the cat empire was the best show I've ever fucking seen.

manic energy throughout. i danced non-stop. sang at the top of my lungs. CRIED???? they played a LA BAMBA / TWIST AND SHOUT MASHUP. the audience summoned them back for an encore by perfectly singing the chorus of their last song over and over until they all came out and played along. i cannot describe the vibes. i might believe in God now.

[eulalielatibule]

H-O-T📣T-O📣G-O

Pairing: Cheerleader!Jake Jensen x Cheerleader!Reader x Quarterback!Ari Levinson

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Implied smut, fluff, like seriously Jake and Reader are the absolute cutest, threesomes, open relationship, language

Summary: You and your boyfriend, Jake Jensen, want to hook up with your rival team's Quarterback, Ari Levinson.

A/N: Ahhhh I got it done in time!!! I'm so excited. I've been planning on writing this fic for MONTHS but I couldn't think of what to do until @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420 started their community extravaganza! Please note that Ari, Jake and Reader are in the NFL. My prompts were: Yellow + Feel like you’re being watched + “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

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The locker room buzzed as you and your fellow dancers got ready for the big game. As you finished up your makeup, you thought about how lucky you were to be a dancer on your dream team.

Dance and cheer were your life. Middle through high school you were on the varsity cheer team, and somewhere along the way you started taking acro and hip hop dance classes. Not only were you passionate, but also naturally talented. And it showed when you were out on the field with your dazzling smile and killer moves.

Being on Gladiators’ football field was your second home. Your first home? That was with your boyfriend, Jake Jensen, a fellow cheerleader.

You met him when you were auditioning for the first time. You didn't want anyone to know you were as nervous as a mouse being chased by a cat. So you occupied yourself by going over your routine again and again and again. You only stopped when you felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to see the cutest guy with baby blue eyes and spiky blond hair. He had offered you a snack, and you two got to chatting. One thing led to another, and now here you guys were, dating for three years.

Everyone loved you as a couple. You were very popular on the team's various pages and amongst the fans, which you couldn't blame them- you guys were an amazing couple. Not that you were biased.

“5 minutes!” Your manager called, and everyone finished up their prep and got in formation- two lines that ran out onto the field ready to do the opening dance.

Jake stood next to you in line and he kissed your cheek. “We're gonna do great.” You smiled at how sweet he was and kissed his cheek back, careful not to leave a lipstick mark. The speaker turned on and you grinned as the team was announced.

“Everybody make some noise for The Roman Legion!”

Cheering filled the stadium as you guys ran out, big smiles on your faces as you waved to everyone. The music started and you began doing your dance and pom routine. You were in the zone, your flow state as you let yourself go with the music and performed. At one point in the routine you turn around and you see none other than Ari Levinson watching you. You meet eyes and he throws you a wink which makes your smile brighten.

Ari Levinson was the Quarterback of The Knights, your rivals. You weren't really sure why you guys were rivals- Gladiators and Knights were kinda similar. Perhaps it all started 50 years ago when The Knights beat The Gladiators by a few mere points, making it to the Superbowl.

You didn't really care either way. While you thought the innocent rivalry could be fun at times, you wanted to be the exact opposite of a rival to Ari.

You and Jake loved each other more than anything. You knew that you were going to spend the rest of your life with him, and he knew the same. Another thing you two agreed on was your mutual attraction to Ari.

You felt bad about it at first, how you'd find yourself staring at him and daydreaming about how good he looked when on the field. But then Jake approached you one day, all nervous, and confessed to feeling the same way. You were relieved, and it led to a long talk which eventually ended with you two agreeing to approach him.

There was a rule that cheerleaders and football players on the same team couldn't fraternize, but there was nothing about if they're on different teams.

“Look who's watching us.” You whisper to your man as you get ready for him and another male dancer to lift you. Jake looks ahead and sees Ari, and you see how Ari smirks at Jake. If by some miracle he was into the both of you like you two were, then this would be a lot easier than you thought.

After the game you all signed some autographs and took pictures, and then everyone finally went back to the locker room.

“Ari Levinson was checking us out all night!” You whispered to Jake as you changed out of your yellow-gold uniform. Despite seeing you naked plenty of times and being your literal boyfriend, Jake still blushed when he saw your body- yet also couldn't look away. It was sweet and you giggled as he eyed your breasts.

“Jake! Up here,” you snapped your fingers to get his attention, and he let out a sheepish chuckle before clearing his throat.

“He was, wasn't he? Do you think it was just a coincidence?” You shook your head, 

“No, of course not. Everyone knows we're a couple. And wanting to be in a threesome isn't an uncommon fantasy you know.”

Jake nodded as he changed into one of his favorite graphic tees. “Yeah, but is he even into guys? What if he wants to cuck me or something.” You scoffed and shook your head again, buttoning up your blouse.

“Have you seen the way he interacts with his teammates? That man is definitely bi. And I would never let anyone cuck you. We're a package deal.” You emphasized your point with a kiss before you finished getting dressed in your regular clothes. Jake smiled at you and nuzzled into your hair for a moment before he too finished.

“I know you wouldn't. And that's true. So what should we do?”

“Well, he'll probably be at the after party tonight. I think there is a good place to start, don't you?”

And so you two made a quick stop at your shared apartment to get dressed for the party. You put on a sparkly form fitting dress in your favorite color. Jake, not really being one to dress up, decided to wear one of his nicer shirts and a sports jacket and slacks. He also put on some fun patterned socks, because otherwise, “the outfit just wasn't me.”

The two of you eventually arrived to the party and had a great time. You mingled with your fellow dancers and had some drinks. You danced with your man. The whole time you kept an eye out for Ari but had yet to see him.

Starting to feel discouraged and a little overwhelmed by all the people, you and Jake stepped outside for some fresh air.

“If we don't see him tonight maybe we can hit him up on Twitter or something?” Jake suggested and you smiled with a shrug.

“Yeah, maybe. I just kinda hoped that we'd, you know, have some extra fun tonight.”

Jake scoffed light-heartedly. “You know we have plenty of fun together.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively which made you laugh.

“Mm, we really do.” You purred as you pressed against Jake, a big stupid grin on his face as he held you close and you two kissed.

You thought you two were alone but you felt eyes on you as you kissed. Whether it was the paparazzi or maybe someone who happened to be looking? You weren't sure but you didn't really care. Being in the spotlight you grew used to having eyes on you.

“Well look who it is, the NFL’s favorite couple.” You heard a playful voice say. You recognized it immediately to be Ari and you grinned against Jake's lips, kissing him once more for good luck before turning around to greet him.

“I don't believe we've met, I'm Ari Levinson.” He enveloped your hand in his larger- and deliciously rougher- one. You gave him your name and also introduced Jake.

“Ah yeah, nice to meet you too Jake.” He shook Jake's hand and patted him on the shoulder. Jake's cheeks had turned pink as he smiled up at Ari- you thought his little crush was adorable.

“Yeah, nice to meet you too! You're great at touch downs and stuff!” Jake babbled out, making you giggle quietly. You wrapped an arm around his waist as you cuddled into him.

“He always got a little shy around pretty people.” You spoke to Ari, making Jake blush more and Ari had an amused smile on his face.

“Oh yeah? Well that's a high compliment coming from you. Thank you, handsome.” He gave Jake's arm a squeeze and then turned his warm gaze to you.

“And you, you're even more beautiful up close. I don't know how you two do it.”

You felt giddy at all the praise being showered your way. You beamed up at Jake who looked like the excitable golden retriever he was. Ari chuckled at how adorable the two of you were and ducked in close.

“I can't believe I'm doing this…” You felt something brush your hand, and when you looked down you saw it was a hotel key.

Ari’s hotel key.

You cleared your throat and flashed the key to Jake, who's eyes widened like he just got a brand new bike for Christmas.

Ari’s big, affectionate smile never left- god you two were the cutest fucking people ever.

“I hope you'll meet me tonight. 10 o’clock?”

You shared another look with Jake, who nodded vigorously and you turned your attention back to Ari.

“We’ll be there.”

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[whatdudtheysay]

Annoying Roommate Gojo - PT.2

Cw - 3sum (m,m,f), teasing, degradation n praise, oral n handjobs (male receiving),

Context - To get back at Gojo's acts, you decided to get help from a little friend of his...

A/n - thank you all so so much for the love I've received on my recent posts!! I appreciate it so muchh, hope you enjoy this! And so sorry if this is a bit shortt → part 1 , part 3

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Gojo had almost forgotten about last week's events. I mean, you didn't mention it and acted surprisingly kind to him the following days so he figured you weren't pissed.

So, when he came back from a late night out with some friends, he was more than shocked to find you on his best friend's lap,a skimpy skirt bunched at your hips and your shirt pulled over your tits, his cock nestled deep inside you.

"Oh. Speak of the devil," getou acknowledged, his arms wrapping around your waist to still your movements momentarily.

"The fuck is going on here?" Gojo questioned, trying to ignore the blood rushing to his dick as he stared at you and Getou.

"Well, since you couldn't make me cum.." you huffed, moving your hips to gain friction to which getou squeezed the fat of your ass. "I decided to go to someone I knew that could."

Gojo narrowed his eyes at you, obviously knowing the game you were playing. But he couldn't deny the weird sense of jealousy as he watched Getou's hands grope your rear, moving your hips again.

He couldn't lie and say he wasn't aroused by the sight. You leaning back slightly, your hands on his knees to balance you as you bounced on his cock, your eyes closed whilst your mouth let out those same moans he'd been the cause of prior.

Getou locked eyes with Gojo and a smirk tugged against his lips, his hand moving to the nape of your neck, pulling you close. Gojo watched closely as Getou's thumb pushed against your bottom lip, opening your mouth for him to spit into, another explicit moan spreading throughout the room.

He was broken from his trance once he heard Getou's voice.

"Satoru. You're looking kinda lonely over there. Want a closer look?"

Gojo almost mentally slapped himself once he felt his leg twitch, his cock now pushing against its confinements.

"I'm sure y/n wouldn't mind, hm?" Getou teased, looking back at you before thrusting his hips deeply into your heat.

You shook your head, needily pushing against getou, your orgasm on the edge of falling over. Gojo once again mentally slapped himself once he found him walking towards the both of you, palming his erection.

You didn't bother hiding your smug smirk as you continued to ride Getou like your life depended on it, only taking a few glances to see Gojo's flushed face as he sat on the nearby armrest chair, his hand tugging at his clothes cock.

"Shit," getou sighed, enjoying the way your walls clamped onto you. "pussy's hugging me so good.."

Gojo watched as you wrapped your arms around Getou's neck, kissing him sloppily before moving to bite his neck, your hands venturing into his dark locs.

"Fuck," Gojo whispered, palming himself more as he watched you.

You lightly let your head tip back, your eyes lidded. "Getou, gonna cum-"

"Fuck, yes, baby. Give it to me," Getou urged, thrusting up into you faster to assist with your high.

Gojo watched as your eyes clamped shut, Getou easily bringing you to your peak. You moaned his name loudly, your hips still moving to milk and ride out your orgasm before you tiredly rested against Getou's chest, his hips still moving at a fast pace in an attempt to chase his own high.

"Shit, such a good girl for me," getou praised, rolling his hips up against you, his hand moving to grab your chin, pulling you into another kiss.

Gojo audibly groaned, his self control already running thin, wanting to show you he could make you feel better.

Getou roughly pushed his hips into you, drawing a strained whimper from you as he finally came inside you, making you shiver slightly.

You both calmed down from your eyes and finally, you looked at Gojo and he swore he almost came in his pants from your fucked out expression. Getou helped you stand, his seed leaking out of you.

"Aw, Gojo," you teased, pulling your skirt back up before readjusting your shirt, noticing the light trembling in your legs. "Sad to find out your one night stands faked their orgasms?"

Gojo swallowed thickly as he watched getou push his cock back into his jeans, getting up along with you so you could lead him to the entry way, annoyance swirling in his stomach as he watched you give getou a quick kiss before he left.

However, part of him wasn't worried since he knew he'd have you underneath him soon enough...

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Tags - @hana-patata @pandoraium • thanks so much for the love on the last post ★ now I just wanna write another fic of them both sharing the reader 😫

[diazsdimples]

Fuck It Friday

Hi, it's my weekly "Fuck It I started a new wip bc I have commitment issues Friday" post. Decided to hop aboard the Buddietommy train with my usual introduction to a ship (give them kids).

Tagged for FIF by @aroeddiediaz @cal-daisies-and-briars @dangerpronebuddie @inell @daffi-990

and @neverevan (btw I'm so over this tagging glitch of Tumblr's, when will it end??)

This morning, Buck wakes up in the middle. It’s his preferred spot, with Tommy’s arms circled around his waist and face smooshed into his shoulder, while Buck’s head rests on Eddie’s chest. Eddie’s arm is slung haphazardly over Buck’s shoulder, his fingers tangling in Tommy’s soft, brown curls, and his cheek is pressed into the top of Buck’s head. He can feel his hair fluttering with every one of Eddie’s exhales, and he’s pretty sure Tommy is drooling on his arm. On the bedside table beside them, the baby monitor crackles to life as a small, high pitched whine pierces through the silence of the morning. Eddie’s chest hitches as he wakes, and he shifts beneath Buck’s weight as he moves to silence the monitor. “G’mornin’” he mumbles when Buck presses a kiss against his pec. “How long you been ‘wake for?” “Not long,” Buck replies with a yawn. He’s dying to stretch out, his legs cramping a little, and there’s the small matter of an awake baby that needs tending to, but Tommy is a dead weight against his back, and the man shows no signs of waking – not even when Eddie traces his finger from Tommy’s hair, down his nose and over his lips. “We gotta go get the gremlins.” Eddie begins to gently ease himself out from underneath Buck, pressing a kiss to his birthmark when he whines in protest. “It’s okay, I’m just gonna bring them in here. Stay in bed.” “You can’t carry them all by yourself,” Buck retorts as he begins to wiggle out from underneath Tommy, sending Eddie an exasperated look when the older man tightens his arms around Buck’s waist, his brow furrowing in his sleep. “Help me out here?” Eddie snorts as he watches Buck shimmy across the bed with Tommy chasing after him the whole way. Tommy’s always been a clinger in his sleep, something Buck was delighted to learn, but it has made early morning wakeups difficult. It’s not unusual for Eddie to have to step in, as he does this morning. Circling the bed so he’s on Tommy’s now-empty side, Eddie spreads himself out so he’s blanketing Tommy from behind. Tommy’s arms slowly loosen around Buck as Eddie cuddles Tommy close, pressing a small line of kisses from his shoulder, up his neck and onto his jaw. “Tom, hey, let go of Buck, sweetheart, he’s gotta get up,” Eddie whispers as he kisses up to Tommy’s ear, finishing with a gentle brush of his lips over Tommy’s earring. Tommy turns in Eddie’s arms, rubbing his nose against Eddie’s jaw, and yawns deeply. “Whassgoinon?” he slurs sleepily as he squints his eyes up at Eddie. Buck watches his boyfriends from the foot of their bed, his heart swelling until it feels fit to explode as Eddie kisses Tommy’s forehead and strokes his fingers through his curls, slow and gently bringing Tommy into the land of the living. He itches to join them, to burrow back under the covers and hold Tommy and caress his fingers over Eddie’s arms and kiss their knuckles, but a quiet, yet insistent cry permeates through their bedroom wall from the room next door, and Buck is reminded of why they’re getting up in the first place.

NP tagging @theotherbuckley @hippolotamus @watchyourbuck @bidisasterevankinard @babybibuck

@spotsandsocks @bibuckbuckgoose @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @nmcggg @jesuisici33

@wikiangela @loveyouanyway @exhuastedpigeon @kitteneddiediaz @thekristen999

@slightlyobsessedwitheverything @actuallyitsellie @idealuk @dangerpronebuddie @simpingforhotfictionalcharacters

@loserdiaz @elvensorceress @underwaterninja13 @rainbow-nerdss @thewolvesof1998

@steadfastsaturnsrings (lmk if you want to be added or removed or if you want to be on my buddie taglist and not bucktommy/buddietommy, it's hard to keep up with who's where)

[justgowithitplease]

The Only One Is You

Part: 1

Title origins: Kaleidescope - Chappell Roan

Warnings: Language, Mentions of death

Wally sat on the bench, watching his team, Split River Devils, go against another, chasing down the football field as the people in the stands cheer them on.

"Let's go, 20! Hey, watch 12, Watch 12!" He yells at his team, clapping his hands

"Hey, Wally, what's going on?" A voice behind him sounds. Wally whips his head around and his eyes meet the sight of his mother, scarf and hat adorned with the blue of the Split River High Devils uniforms

"Mom, you should not be down here." He says, more annoyed than concerned, turning back to look at the feild

"And you shouldn't be on that bench." His mother responds, looking up at the field from him as her eyes trace the plays the team was doing

"Where's Dad?" Wally asks as he looks back at the stands for a second before looking at his mother

"He's up there, and he agrees with me, OK?"

"Well, Mom, Coach wants me to rest my knee, so..."

"Well, you know what they say. You can rest when you're dead. Do you want me to talk to him?"

"No. No, don't... don't talk to the... OK, you know, Mom, he said he's gonna put me in later, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Later doesn't win scholarships, Wally. OK?" His mother says as she pats his shoulder

"OK, well, I think he's right."

"Honey, if Coach was always right, he'd be coaching in the pros and not benching high schoolers."

"He's still my coach, I'm gonna listen to what he's saying." Wally says

"You're a star, And he needs to play you. Now you just march over to him and tell him you're fine, all right? Tell him you want back in. And make me proud" His mother says before turning around and walking back into the stands. Wally looks back at her for a second and sighs before taking a drink of water, wiping off his neck with a towel. He pushes himself off of the bench and onto his feet.

As he walks towards where his coach is, he looks into the stands and locks eyes with the love of his life. Her. Gorgeous beautiful perfect her. His perfect girlfriend, [Reader], was sitting in some of the back rows of the stand, a blue 57 painted on her right cheek, and one of his hoodies covering her torso. She was looking out at the field, eyes looking slightly concerned before they look at him. She grins, pinching her bottom lip between her teeth slightly. She waves her hand and yells out his name, her voice getting lost within the many screaming others.

He waves back excitedly, raising his eyebrows twice in mock-flirting before lowering his hand jogging over to his coach.

"Hey coach, put me in." Wally says to his coach, grabbing his helmet and mouth guard

"Wally, your knees been acting up and I can't risk my star player." his coach, Coach Jervis, says

"it's better now." Wally tries to convince his coach "and we're down five points I can get us back triple in no time."

"...fine. but at the first sign of pain, you run your ass off the field." His coach says before calling a time

Split River High's football team, the Devils, runs to the sidelines at the Time-Out buzzer. They all grab their water bottles and clatter around the coach, eager to hear what's going to happen

"Okay. Team. Freund, you're out. Clark, you're in. We'll do play 6." The coach says, his words being met with cheers by the team. The referees call for the timeout to end, and the team runs out onto the field.

Wally puts his mouth guard and helmet on, then turns to the stands and waves at his girlfriend again, eyes attempting to memorize the way her face looks at him. As if to tell him to go sit down. He shakes his head 'no' softly, blowing her a kiss before running out onto the field. He sees her smile softly and blow him one back before he turns around.

As the teams line up against each other, Wally sees the other teams defense, including a large and broad shouldered blonde boy, who was glaring daggers into Wally's soul. Wally feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, but he puts it out of his mind, focusing on the play.

The buzzer sounds, and his team Members infront of him call out what play they're doing before the ball is tossed backwards to him. As soon as the ball is in his hands, he's running for the end-zone. He's sprinting with all of his energy, the game almost over. And his knee starts to hurt, but he's almost there. He keeps running through the pain, and he hears the cheers from the stands.

He reaches the five-yard-line, and his knee falters for a second. He feels something hard hit him, and he hears a crunch, and he's laying on the ground, the blonde boy from the other team next to him. There's screams from the stands, ones filled with curse words and ones filled with terror flying around.

"Hey! Hey, hey! I-i-i'm good, people!" Wally sat as he stands up and waves towards the stands, rubbing his neck slightly. But no one seems to see him do that, they're all focused on the defensive player who's getting up and screaming right now.

"D-dude? What's wrong are you hurt?" Wally asks the defense player. He tries to grab his helmet to make sure he has air, but it remains on his head. But there's also the same helmet in his hands. It's like it's a copy he just created.

"What the fuck...?" Wally mutters to himself. He looks up at the screaming stands again, and tries to be heard by anyone out there.

"HEEEEEYYYY! HEY! IM RIGHT HERE!!" He screams at the top of his lungs. He sees his teammates on the field all take off their helmets and surround something on the field. He looks at his team, then back at the stands where his mom is running down from. Wally ultimately decides that he'll meet his mom on the field, so he heads over to his team, trying to see what they're looking at. He finds a gap, and looks to the centre of the circle. He can see the blue of a Devils jersey, but that raises more questions

'The whole teams here' he thinks 'who the fuck is that?'

He looks towards the face of the mysterious Devil's player, and drops the helmet in his hands. His hazel eyes stare at the sky, empty and unmoving like his body. Wally feels something constricting his throat, stopping his breathing. He grabs his neck and tries to take deep breaths as he takes steps backwards.

He looks over to the sidelines, and he sees his mom and girlfriend running over. He runs over to them and tries to hug [Reader], but a copy of his hoodie comes off in his arms as he passes through her. He looks down at his hoodie, then back to where [Reader] and his mom were running. They break through the crowd of teammates and see his body.

[Reader] freezes for a second before dropping to her knees and gently pulling Wally's body's shoulders and up into her lap

"...baby? Baby that's not me..." wally says softly as he walks over "baby that's not me and you know it..."

But it seems like no one can hear him. Not even [Reader].

"Wally, baby. Cmon. Wake up sweetheart." His mom says as she gently pats the side of his face

"Mrs. Clark I don't think he's gonna respond..." [Reader] says softly

"Shush, girl. He's my son. lemme tend to him." Mrs. Clark says

"But-" [Reader] tries to protest before being cut off by ambulance sirens

Wally listens to this conversation, nervous as to what's going on. Was this some sort of accidental astral projecting thing while he was knocked out? Did his friend slip him some weed earlier and not tell him?

All those thoughts are cut off by ambulance sirens as one rolls onto the field. The paramedics shoo everyone away and one starts to examine Wally's body as another rolls out a gurney.

"Is he gonna be okay?" His mother asks, which is met with a look between the paramedics

"You should come with us." The paramedics say "Does he have any other family that should come with us or could meet us at the hospital?"

"Yes. His dad and...Just his dad." His mom says, giving [Reader] a side glance for a split second

"What?! Mom now isn't the time for your bullshit vendetta against [Reader]!" Wally yells at his mother as he looks between his mother, his body on the gurney, and his girlfriend who doesn't seem all there right now.

"Mrs. Clark, where are they taking him." [Reader] says, eyes glassy and dazed over, her voice airy and detached

"Nevermind you, girl. Go home." Mrs. Clark says harshly

"Please-" [Reader] tries to protest

"HOME!" Mrs. Clark screams at the girl as she walks over to the ambulance

[Reader] looks at the ambulance as it starts to drive away, then back at the emptying stands, and the teachers and referees guiding everyone out. She slowly walks forwards towards the stadium exit, eyes glossed over and body shaking like it was a blizzard outside.

"Baby cmon. You can't let her talk to you like that!" Wally yells "and why can you hear me?! Goddamned it! Not even you?!"

Wally chases after her, still holding the copy of his hoodie. [Reader] crosses her arms and walks out of the stadium, towards the road towards the front of the school where her car was parked.

"Baby this isn't FUCKING funny! GODDAMN PLEASE JUST LOOK AT ME!" Wally screams as he follows his girlfriend, who seems unable to tell that he is there at all

"[READER] COME ON!" Wally yells again, trying to grab the hood of his hoodie she was wearing, but ending up just making dozens of copies

[Reader] walks towards the road and stops at the curb. Wally stands right behind her, pleading for her to turn around.

"Baby please I'm sorry for yelling. Just turn around and everything will turn back to normal. Baby please. [Reader] I'll do anything you want. I just need you to look me in the eyes and tell me that I'm not crazy and that everything's gonna be okay...please..." he begs as [Reader] looks up and down the road, making sure none of the student cars are coming.

He sees her take a step down from the curb and towards her car. He steps forwards to try and grab her, but he appears back on the field.

"...the fuck?!" Wally says.

He turns towards the stadium exit and runs out of it, and towards where [Reader]s car was parked. He sees her in her car wiping her eyes as she sobs.

"[Reader]!" He says as he tries to run over to her car. But as soon as he steps off the curb he's back at the stadium.

So he tries again.

And again.

And on the fifth try, it feels like someone shot him.

"FUCK!" He screams, gripping his chest, tears welling in his eyes "Goddamn..." The pain quickly subsides, and he could very much try again, but he doesn't. The third try you had already left. The fourth try everyone was gone. He's alone on school grounds now, with no one to comfort him, and no idea what in the hell was going on.

[lilliths-httyd-blog]

Summarising every single HTTYD movie, short and episode in roughly one sentence:

HTTYD 1:

ADHD incarnate befriends Death: The Dragon and with the power of friendship they OH GODS OH FUCK OH HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

Legend of the Boneknapper:

Gobber likes to tell campfire stories

Book of Dragons:

DreamWorks attempts to write a reader POV fanfiction

Gift of the Night Fury:

Critical series lore in a Christmas special?? Yeah seems normal for this franchise

Riders of Berk:

1. Mildew tries to get a bunch of teenagers executed or some shit

2. Solidifying Gobber as a total madlad: The episode

3. Hot take: You can skip this episode, it's arguably the worst one in the franchise, but you WILL miss a penis joke so there's that going for it.

4. Toothless develops an Older Sibling complex over Beyblade: The Dragon™ and HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THAT???

5. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, MILDEW?? I mean I knew you were an ass but I didn't expect THIS??

6. "The films aren't anything like the books!" UM, ACTUALLY- (aka the episode where Hiccup goes full-on Book!Hiccup mode and Alvin is nothing like his book counterpart but the rest of the outcasts are)

7. "Look at this super dangerous dragon I found! I'M GONNA WRESTLE IT!!"

8. Hiccup has body image issues

9. Mildew gets bitten in the ass (SATISFYING)

10. The Mary Sue: Part One

11. The Mary Sue: Part Two

12. Oh yeah Snotlout's dad is an abusive cuck who can go fuck himself I'm not even joking. Love Snotlout tho I gotta say.

13. "IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?! STRIKE ME DOWN, ZEUS!! YOU DON'T HAVE THE BA-"

14. Toothless has a mortal enemy apparently and it is fucked up

15. (Dagur fanboys start screaming in the distance)

16. Snotlout fixes his mistakes (they were very big mistakes)

17. VALKA??? VALKA MENTION??? HICCUP HAS A DRAGON PLUSHIE??? (silently weeping by the end of the episode)

18. Fishlegs and Snotlout piss off some helicopter parents who are also Invisible Acid Dragons™ (ohhhhhh no)

19. Are there... other Night Furies????

20. Lol no BUT I'LL TELL YOU WHAT THERE IS-

Defenders of Berk:

1. Fight Club reference

2. That one time Meatlug became magnetic and almost died

3. Dagur is gay for Hiccup but like in a yandere way

4. Whoever designed the Screaming Death must have been on a particularly fucked up slice of magic mushroom because I've never seen something more in need of holy water than that dragon (my childhood favourite :D )

5. Snotlout's dad is a fucking asshole but I never thought he'd stoop that low

6. Behold: My second favourite dragon who canonically killed Astrid's uncle

7. They tried to train Terrible Terrors in this episode, guess how that went lmaooo

8. (grabs more holy water) IT'S BACK.

9. Hey remember Tiny Beyblade Dragon? Yeah now he's kinda sorta the size of a house. Meanwhile everything is on fire (twin's fault)

10. Behold: My favourite dragon's frozen carcass preserved in ice- I mean my favourite dragon is hibernating in ice- I mean OH SHIT OH FUCK HOLY FUCKING SHIT OH NO-

11. Dagur subjugates my favourite dragon and then karma bites him in the ass

12. Snotlout and Gustav are an anxiety/adhd wombo-combo

13. Ruffnut cuts her hair short to save the life of a really cute dragon and Dreamworks was too pussy to keep it like that for the rest of the season.

14. (darude sandstorm plays)

15. The dragons get high and try to kill each other

16. Toothless is on drugs (I'm not even joking, during the Toothless POV shots you can literally hear stoner music playing)

17. Dagur with helmet hair Dagur with helmet hair Dagur with helmet hair

18. THORNADO NOOOOOOOOO T-T

19. ALVIN, DAGUR, SNOTLOUT AND THE SCREAMING DEATH. HOW IS THIS SUPPOSED TO GET BETTER THAN IT ALREADY IS???

20. IT GOT BETTERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!

Dawn of the Dragon Racers:

The gang got new fits and invented a sport

Race to the Edge S1:

1. Oh shit, Dagur's out of prison, better go chase him down and OOOH, SHINY TELESCOPE THINGY?? (Hiccup is a magpie apparently)

2. Gothi once again proving herself to be an absolute madlad

3. Hiccup and the gang move out of home because telescopy thingy told them to. What could possibly go wrong? (GONE WRONG)

4. Welcome to our new home on Dragon's Edge! It's been years since we've been able to function effectively as a team, and Tuffnut's been smoking way too many hallucinogens lately OH FUCK HE WASN'T HALLUCINATING OH FUCK ME

5. Snotlout is gay for Fishlegs

6. NOT GUSTAV NOOOOOOOO

7. Basically what happens when you put me in charge of anything

8. "Look at this super dangerous dragon I found! I'M GONNA WRESTLE IT!!"

9. Fishlegs and Snotlout are gay

10. THE MARY SUE IS BACK AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH

11. WELL THAT PLOT TWIST CAME OUTTA NOWHERE

12. (darude sandstorm vocoded to running in the 90s plays)

13. they made girl dragon pink

Race to the Edge S2:

1. Astrid becomes that "SHOW ME YOUR WAR FACE" guy basically

2. SCOTLAND FOREVER!!! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 (new villain alert and he is AWESOME)

3. MARY SUE IS WORKING FOR THE VILLAINS NOW???

4. Dreamworks introduces Dragon Werewolfism and does NOTHING with this concept after this episode?? What a ripoff!

5. Fuck Snotlout's dad so much

6. Hiccup punches Snotlout in the face and knocks him out which is no surprise considering he is God of Dragons

7. MARY SUE WAS SPYING ON THE VILLAINS ALL ALONG NOW???

8. Two people and a singular dragon try to fight off an entire armada

9. They succeed somehow

10. Oh hey it's a HTTYD 2 dragon (Free Willy parody? You couldn't have done anything more original?)

11. SKRILL!! SKRILL!! SKRILL!! SKRILL!! SKRILL!! SKRILL!!

12. Prepare to thirst in 3... 2... 1: (Viggo appears)

13. If you thought Dagur was homosexual, you aren't prepared for how gay Viggo gets

Race to the Edge S3:

1. Dagur did WHAT NOW???

2. Fuck Cavern Crashers so much but SNOTLOUT SNOUTLOUT OI OI OI!!!

3. Sword in the Stone parody?? Are all the Fishlegs episodes story parodies now??

4. Did... Did they try to portray Snotlout's dad as being in the right in this episode?? Ew fuck that.

5. Viggo almost caused Covid-19

6. Hiccup forgets that not everyone has ADHD and the dragons go completely fucking feral

7. This show loves to force romances, doesn't it?

8. I think these people took HTTYD/Pokemon crossover fics a bit too far

9. A musical episode which has a reason to exist. Sarah Z was right all along?

10. Favourite Fishlegs episode :)

11. DAGUR DID WHAT NOW???

12. My go-to introductory episode for non-fans. It's got everything. Including Viggo.

13. OKAY BUT THAT CLIFFHANGER WAS METAL

Race to the Edge S4:

1. OH THAT FINALE WAS METAL MALA IS JUST SO METAL I LOVE DEFENDERS OF THE WING

2. If you listen closely you can hear TJ Miller in absolute hysterics in the recording booth

3. At this point in time Viggo only values Hiccup as being worth 1000 gold coins

4. I love Snotlout so much... Spitelout can go suck a bag of rocks

5. Oh fuck yes Dagur's back

6. Viggo throws a hissy fit and kisses a man and Toothless is willing to die just so Hiccup doesn't have to die alone (sobbing)

7. Everyone is high in this episode

8. "You didn't think after all we've been through I'd expose myself without some... added protection?"

9. Jumping into a volcano on purpose: The episode

10. Viggo takes a sip of water in this episode (very important)

11. It took Hiccup and Astrid over four years since their first kiss to officially start dating, but they finally did it and it was one of the best episodes in the whole show

12. Ryker has had enough

13. Viggo confesses his love for Hiccup and then fucking dies (or did he?)

Race to the Edge S5:

1. "The volcano on Dragon's Edge is a dormant volcano" THINK THE FUCK AGAIN, FISHLEGS

2. How the fuck did Gen Z: The Dragon get ahold of Viggo's sword?

3. Savage needs therapy

4. Snotlout's casual sexism almost gets him killed: Lesbian Island edition

5. If you've ever watched an elderly person try to escape a nursing home then you've seen this episode before. Just without as many bones and corpses

6. The Gays Are Back In Town ft. Gay Snotlout, Gay Fishlegs and Gay Viggo

7. "my city now" - Krogan

8. You cannot watch this episode and tell me that Viggo isn't in love with Hiccup

9. Krogan insulted Viggo's hobby and Viggo got mega salty about it

10. Astrid punches a dragon with poisonous scales and almost dies because Save Stormfly Make Anditode™, turns out she did this for no reason whatsoever because Stormfly Wasn't Dying

11. Tuffnut fakes his own death in order to make Ruffnut happy

12. Dagur not-so-casually finding his fathers dead body

13. Rage.

Race to the Edge S6:

1. My blood has never boiled so hard as it did watching this episode

2. Stoick gets played like a cheap kazzoo and regresses back to how he acted in HTTYD 1 out of sheer stress

3. THIS SHOW LOVES TO FORCE ROMANCES, DOESN'T IT?

4. Fishlegs can't believe that his ancestors were Dragon Hunters as if he wasn't once enrolled in Dragon Killing School

5. Nothing solves a sibling rivalry like teaming up to kill the annoying cousin

6. THIS EPISODE GOT AGE RESTRICTED ON NETFLIX BECAUSE ASTRID SHOOK HER TITS AT HICCUP AND DAGUR AND MALA HAVE A MUTUAL PAIN KINK

7. The twins are just. So ride or die for each other it's not even funny.

8. Viggo confesses his love for Hiccup and then fucking dies for real this time (Viggo fans start sobbing as The Winner Takes It All by ABBA starts playing in the distance)

9. Snotlout writes a book

10. What if the gang had never left Berk? What if Hiccup never shot down Toothless at the start of HTTYD 1? What if Spitelout actually loved his son?

11. Protecting an island filled with a bunch of dead dragons

12. The satisfied smirk on my face knowing what the characters don't

13. The most satisfying death in the history of mankind.

HTTYD 2:

Way to straight up ruin Hiccup's life, am I right?

HTTYD 3:

Ruining every character and spitting in the face of all that I love

Homecoming:

20 minutes of my life that I'll never get back

Snoggletog Log:

Half an hour of a fireplace and the wrong voice actors. This shit plays like a DVD menu.

[agentmarcuspike]

"Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?" part 2

cw: dbf!joel miller x f!reader, pre-outbreak, kinda... blackmailing? ig, no sarah here wc: 1.3k a/n: idek what this is, i'm just practicing, and hopefully someone likes it. working on my smut, don't feel quite confident enough with it yet. maybe in the next one...?

part 1 part 3 part 4

it’s been a week since your neighbor, Joel Miller, found you naked in his bed. you’ve been avoiding leaving the house since then, worried he'll decide to report you for breaking and entering. out of sight, out of mind, you hope, as if grown man Miller never developed a sense of object permanence.

admitting to yourself that not only being caught, but being caught fucking someone in your dad's friend's bed, had made you more excited than embarrassed was not gonna happen any time soon. although you had to acknowledge that the picture of Joel with your lacy panties in his big calloused hand, and the memory of his deep voice telling the younger man to get out of his house, had you chasing a high later that night, alone in your own bed, that you hadn't felt in a long time.

"earth to daughter, anyone home...?" your dad's hand waving in front of your face brings you back to the present. he's finishing a bagel, trying to cram a bunch of folders and loose papers into his work bag, which he only half-way manages without crumpling all of them. "you okay?"

he sends you a quick worried glance, and you nod as you swallow your coffee. "yeah, fine!" you give him a half-hearted smile, and he smiles back, grimacing as he takes a sip of his own now cold coffee.

you snicker at his usual urgency, and take another sip of your own, giggling into the mug. a knock on the door, and your dad yells for them to come in. the coffee doesn't make it all the way down your throat, and threatens to come back up when you see Mr. Miller in your kitchen.

"hey there, neighbor!" your dad says with a cheer in his voice, shaking Joel's hand. "to what do we owe the pleasure?"

Joel nods, quickly glancing at you, before looking back at your dad. "nothing good, i'm afraid." he places his hands on his hips, a confidence to his stance despite the news he's bringing. "my washing machine is broken, and i could use an extra pair of hands carrying it out in the garden to make room for the new one."

for a second you rest your gaze on his biceps, his t-shirt clinging to them for dear life, and you imagine how they would strain even more while he grunts and sweats to move the washing machine.

"i'm about to head out, i'm afraid," you hear your dad apologize, quickly moving your eyes to study the crumbs left on your plate before any of them can catch your keen eye. "but i'm sure my dutiful daughter will be more than happy to show off her strength. you've been working out a lot lotely, honey, haven't you?" your head snaps back up, as you look between the men, both looking at you.

you have. you've been doing a lot of pilates and yoga on the lawn, and you've caught your neighbor hungry stare from across the fence.

"please, no..." you mutter to yourself.

"what was that?" your dad asks, looking at you sternly, as if he didn't hear exactly what you said. "if you're gonna be living here rent free, the least you can do is give our neighbor a hand."

something playful, almost provocative in Joel's eyes renders you speechless long enough for him to say "great," and give your dad an appreciative nod.

"great!" your dad repeats, patting Joel's shoulder. "see you later, kid!" he waves at you, and disappears out the door.

you're alone with Joel.

"so..."

not a word has been spoken since Joel turned on his heel in your kitchen, expecting you to follow him, which you did. the silence feels awkward, but you don't want to break it, worried he'll bring up the other night, as you walk behind him through his house, and into his downstairs laundry room.

"grab that side," he says, pointing to the the back of the machine. it's a tight squeeze, but you manage to fit yourself between the wall and the washer, pushing it towards him.

"on three." he counts, and you lift together. it's almost too heavy, but even if you wanted to you couldn't have said anything, as you both grunt and pant your way out to his back garden.

Joel stops, and nods at you to put it down. you do. your arms feel long, and you lean forwards on your knees, catching your breath. Joel takes a second to breathe and wipe his brow before he breaks the silence.

"too early for a drink?" you look at him, still out of breath, and shake your head. not in this situation, you think to yourself.

"sit," he nods towards the sofa on the back porch and disappears back into the house again. you do as you're told.

Joel reappears with two beer bottles, extending his arm for you to grab one. he sits down next to you, a little too close for comfort. you can smell the sweat from the visible perspiration stains in the armpits of his grey shirt. you both take a couple of sips in silence, before you decide to break it.

"i can wash your sheets..." it's the only thing you can think of to make up for your sins, peeling at the label of the bottle as you say it.

to your surprise, he laughs.

you look at him, and he takes a big gulp of his beer.

"nah, that's okay," he snickers. "i kinda like it, to be honest"

Joel licks his lips before he looks at you, again with the mischievous grin of his. he gives you a quick up-and-down, sending butterflies to several parts of your body, and you swallow harshly.

"you--" you start, as he places a hand on your bare thigh, grin fading, but the mischief still very much present. he gives your leg a soft squeeze.

"i mean you can wash them if it clears your conscience... but it would be a disservice. i'd have to ask you to come mess them up again."

Joel's hand is moving up and down your leg, dangerously close to the hem of your pyjamas shorts you hadn't had time to change out of. you take a deep breath, and clutch your thighs a little tighter together around the beer bottle resting between them.

"you won't tell my dad?" you ask, knowing damn well that he wouldn't tolerate you breaking into your neighbor's house to get laid, and you'd have to find another place to stay.

Joel chuckles. "no, i won't tell your dad," he assures you. "as long as you don't bring that bonehead over again." that makes you smile. "s'he really your type? wouldn't have thought you'd be into guys like that." he takes a good sip of his beer, looking out at the neat-tended garden.

"excuse me?" you say accusatory. "what you mean, guys like that? he was really nice!" Joel looks back at you again, brows raised, before looking away again, shaking his head lightly. "whatever you say, hon." then under his breath: "if you can't see it, m'not gonna say it."

you roll your eyes, and let your legs relax a little. while lifting your bottle to your lips again, Joel's fingertips press a little harder into your inner thigh. you let them.

"so are we good, Miller? seeing as i nearly broke my back helping you move that thing?" you nod towards the washing machine, looking very out of place on the otherwise neat lawn. you had always been able to see parts of his backyard from your childhood bedroom window, and you'd seen him mow the lawn shirtless more than once, shamefully thirsting from afar.

"we're good..." his eyes meet yours, the tease in them ever present.

"for now."

[sungbeam]

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐖 — 01

part one: heaven only knows where you've been

nonidol!lee sangyeon x fem!reader

2.1k words, est. relationship au, fluff, romance, swear words, low-key just ooey-gooey, proposal au; sangyeon knows that you're the one, and he's ready to run headfirst into forever with you.

a/n: this was supposed to be a full oneshot LMAO but i'm trying to see if people like it enough for me to continue (_ _;) the motivation has been very low lately y'all

IT was the summer after his senior year of university that Lee Sangyeon knew he was going to marry you.

He was among the few out of your big group of mutual friends to graduate this year, and instead of a high school-esque grad party, all of you decided to book rooms at one of the fancy ass hotels downtown and live like royalty for a weekend.

It had been in the maknaes' room that everyone gathered round to play a game of One Night Werewolf, armchairs and desk chairs and pillows dragged over toward the couch in the living room of their suite. Jacob's phone sat in the center of the glass coffee table, silenced now that the round had ended in an explosion of disbelief.

"NOOOOO!"

"I knew it! I fucking knew it—"

"I cannot believe she pulled a Chanhee."

All of the commotion was directed toward you, who sat innocently on the couch, squeezed between Jacob's and Younghoon's partners. Your cheeks were flushed and your skin glowed with a beautiful, warm flush, your grin lighting up the room. Victory sang loudly in your eyes, and goddamn, if Sangyeon didn't find you so alluringly attractive even if you just fooled the entire group to win the game.

You could only shrug, fiddling with your Tanner card. Even your inherent modesty couldn't suppress the smile on your face. You tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Look, you guys know I can't lie to save my life," you said, "so this one's on you for just assuming I was a werewolf."

Sunwoo and Eric grumbled their reluctant agreement, followed by everyone else.

Sangyeon didn't know what it was about you tonight—or rather, you every night, every minute of every day—but if he could spend the rest of his life chasing that beautiful smile, then he could die a happy man. There was something so attractive about the simple, yet genius way you knew how to manipulate your own weaknesses into a strength, to wield it like a blade. It was effortless.

Changmin was groaning again, bickering back and forth with Chanhee about "influencing your tactic", mainly because Chanhee had committed a similar act to you in the very first round (except, Chanhee was actually a very skilled liar, unlike you). Somebody was going around collecting everyone's cards to shuffle up and start up a new game, and in the midst of all the madness, you felt a pair of eyes on you.

You turned your head, mid-laugh, and met Sangyeon's pair of shining crescent moons. Your posture and gaze softened, but your smile widened. It had been three years (and counting) since he first asked you out, since he asked you to be his. He'd been relatively quiet this round, and so you mouthed to him with your head tilted to the side, 'Everything okay?'

A smile pressed into his cheeks. 'Everything's perfect.'

It wasn't until two years later that Sangyeon announced to Jacob and Kevin that he was going to propose. The three of them had been hanging out at Kevin's place watching a baseball game on TV, their bodies lounging on recliners with drinks in their hands.

Kevin fell completely out of his chair at the news, while Jacob's eyes went comically wide. "FINALLY!" Kevin squawked from the floor, grunting as he hauled himself back up into his chair while massaging his sore backside with a grimace.

Sangyeon raised his eyebrows, reaching up to cup the back of his neck. "What's that supposed to mean?" He laughed nervously. Had you said something to Kevin before?

Kevin deadpanned at him. "Dude, respectfully, if you weren't going to wife her up anytime soon, I was gonna do it for you!"

Sangyeon's mouth opened to retort, quite furiously, he might add—but Jacob wisely put both his hands up to physically step in for damage control.

"What he meant to say," Jacob said with a pointed look at a sheepish Kevin, "was that we are very happy for you, hyung. When's it happening?"

Ah. Well… Sangyeon winced to himself, knocking back a bit of alcohol. "Okay, I don't have all the details worked out—"

Kevin slapped his hand to his forehead. "You don't even have the ring, do you?"

"No—"

Even Jacob covered his mouth. "He doesn't even have the ring."

With a melodramatic whimper, Kevin shook with a feigned sob. "If you liked it, then you should've put a ring on it."

Sangyeon sighed, eyes rolling up to the ceiling. To be honest, he thought telling Jacob and Kevin first was the smart choice, but then again, if he went to any of his friends and told them that he didn't have the ring yet, then he'd receive reactions similar to this one. Even if he went to their partners, he might get smacked around. It was simply the fate of being the eldest.

Moreover, he had only just decided he was going to propose to you. You graduated a year after him, and now you both had stable jobs. The two of you had moved in together awhile ago, but it was only at this very moment that Sangyeon let his mind wander to the "next step". Coming home to you every evening and waking up to you every morning had become his status quo, one that he was infinitely blessed with. He couldn't imagine starting and ending his days with anyone else, and perhaps both you and him had been so busy lately that neither of you could really sit down and talk about beyond.

Sure, the topic of marriage and kids had come up at some point. Sangyeon had even seen a glimpse of your wedding Pinterest board once, and you even knew the exact way he wanted to renovate your future home together. And two kids—you both wanted two kids and a dog.

Okay, so maybe the topic hadn't just come up. But it was about time that the ball kept rolling, no matter how much Sangyeon wanted to take his time with you. A part of him couldn't wait to get to 'forever' with you. No, all of him couldn't wait, not anymore.

The next day, Sangyeon went ring shopping with Kevin and Jacob in tow. Both of the latter's partners were also told to be close to their phones to give their opinions on each design choice.

Sangyeon had never thought about the ring. There were vague options that cycled through each imagined proposal concocted in his head, but none of them had stuck. It had to be perfect, though, that was all he knew and the very thing stuck at the front of his brain as he and his friends hopped from jeweler to jeweler.

Three hours, six shops, and two iced Americanos (each) later, Sangyeon hunched over a case of diamond-topped white gold bands. He wasn't very optimistic at this point, and even Jacob and Kevin had wandered over to a different section of the store to try on bracelets.

Sangyeon's eyes swept over the vast sea of sparkling jewels, each more radiant than the last. They were all either too expensive, too cheesy, or just not the one. There was also the option of going with a rock that wasn't diamond, but Sangyeon always drew himself toward the diamond section, unwilling to look anywhere else.

From his pants pocket, his phone buzzed the familiar ringtone he had set for your specific call. He dragged a hand down his face, but he couldn't help the soft, happy sigh from his mouth as he picked up. "Hey, baby. What's up?"

He nestled his phone between his ear and shoulder as he continued to judge the rows of rings in the case below.

"Love, I'm picking up dinner!" Your voice came out in sharp, strained huffs as if you were running and trying to catch your breath. "Almost missed… almost missed the train! Whoo—holy shit, I'm out of shape," you hissed.

Sangyeon chuckled when he heard you curse again and yell at someone to hold the door for you. Only when you were safely on and vocally announced that you had your butt in a seat, did he reply. "Glad you made it."

"Me too," you panted. "This is why I don't go to the gym; this is so embarrassing."

"I thought you don't go to the gym because you'd just stare at me the whole time," he teased, the corner of his lips lifting into a smirk.

You stammered on the other end of the line. "You're—you can't just say that to me in public."

He laughed a little more at that, eyes flickering around him to make sure no one was giving him a glare in the quiet shop. His attention swiftly went back to the jewel case with his eyebrows creased together. This time, however, his eyes caught the glint of one ring in particular. It was one of the many diamonds seated upon white gold bands, but this one was cut in a marquise style: a slim oval at the center with smaller diamonds branching out to create a sort of floral shape around it. There was something so simple, yet elegant about its look.

Sangyeon felt his heart leap in his chest. This one. This was the one.

"—Sangyeon? Honey, you there?"

He cleared his throat, his eyes searching the store for a sales clerk and curling his fingers toward him to signal him to come over. From the corner of his eyes, he spied Jacob and Kevin catch on and begin to make their way over, too. "Yea—yeah," he grappled, "sorry, babe, thought I saw something. What were you saying?"

He licked his lips, straightening, and grabbing the phone with his non-dominant hand so he could point out the ring to the three others surrounding him.

Jacob and Kevin could hardly contain their squeals as they grinned at each other, their hands slamming together so they could grab each other and shake the other's body.

"Oh, uh, nothing. You were just quiet for a bit… where are you, by the way? Should I wait to get dinner?"

Sangyeon mouthed, 'This one' to the sales clerk, furiously jabbing his pointer finger down at the glass case. "Uh," he winced, palm coming to his forehead as he racked his brain for a sensible answer, "I'm out with Kev and Cobie right now, but I'll be home in time for dinner. I'm okay with anything you're craving."

The sales clerk quietly retrieved the ring from the glass case, the diamonds glinting like rainbows in the shop's lighting. Sangyeon's eyes went wide as he gently took the ring in his fingers and inspected the piece.

It was gorgeous. Holy shit.

"Kev and Cobie?" You parroted. "Oh, say hi to them for me! And I'll just grab something from the Thai place down the street."

"Sounds great, baby." Sangyeon bit down hard on his lower lip as he broke into a wide, almost hysterical grin. He mouthed to the jeweler your ring size, a number he had memorized for an embarrassingly long time now. After handing the ring back over, he turned slightly away from everyone so he could finally focus on you. "Sorry, I've been a little distracted, but did you have a good day?"

He could hear the sounds of the train's robotic lady voice announcing the stop for home. Shuffling from your end, then, "That's okay," you chirped, your voice growing soft as you walked further away from hustle and bustle, and closer to the quieter street your apartment complex was on. "I know you were probably busy when I called. My day was okay, but I just—" you sighed as a door thumped closed, "—I'm just happy to be home now. Can't wait to see you."

Sangyeon could feel the tug in his chest, as if the connection between you two was pulling him, urging him home to you. "Can't wait to see you, too, Yn," he replied softly. He knocked his knuckles against one of the glass cases. "Tell you what? If you place the order, I'll just pick the food up on my way home, how's that sound? You should just rest, love."

There was another door slam on your end. "I love you," you breathed in relief.

His heart sputtered in his chest, a small laugh falling from his lips. "You know I love you more."

He could hear the smile in your voice. "This isn't a competition, Mr. Lee."

"Who said I'd ever want to compete with you?" He mused. "But just so you know, I do love you the most."

tbz m.list | possible part two?

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[kapposuch]

You get in a fistfight

Bad Batch x reader (headcannons)

Warnings: Fighting, Alcohol, Slightly suggestive in some spots, nothing too spicy though

I'm super fucking ill rn and have been recovering from a medical procedure so here's some 100% self serving headcannons about my favourite group of boys because I'm itching for some sort of drama <3

apologies if this isn't great but I'm here to entertain myself for the long run

Scenario

It's an easy going night, and you're all in Cid's parlour, sitting in a booth and relaxing with drinks after a lovely payout from a very high-risk high-reward job. As the night went on, the rowdier you happened to get, as did the remainder of the group of people that had come into the parlour to bet on Omega's killer games of Dejarik, much to Hunters disdain.

An imposing zabrak seemed pretty intent on getting hefty winnings, so when things didn't go his way and he was beaten by the girl with the sunny smile, he too, got rowdy.

You were heading back from the bar with another round of drinks served by Cid, when he grumbled some obscenities towards Omega, to which, you were very much not impressed. Now, you're in no way a helicopter parent over this 5-parent child, but like hell were you letting that slide.

Can't have a Ho-down without a throw-down.

And so, you hit the fuck it button, my personal favourite, and take one of the drinks to pour down his face. A fist fight ensues. Naturally.

Hunter

He wants to be surprised, he really does, but he saw this coming from a mile away

sort of just sits there and sighs, a lil shake of his head as he waits for you to finish this man and head back to them

he is in no way, shape, or form, worried about you. in the same way he'd let his brothers kick up a bar fight without stepping in to help, he'll do the same with you, because clearly, you can handle yourself.

and Christ, can you handle yourself

fists are flying, people are cheering, and Hunter feels a twinge of pride come barrelling towards him

a sort of 'hey, I taught them that' moment

you're honestly having the time of your life, which is valid, but also makes you some what of a target

if someone else steps in to help the zabrak who instigated, he's sure as shit gonna stand up and give them the coldest glare known to man.

you're definitely relying on hand to hand right now, keeping on your toes and being swift, all the while being at least a tad tipsy, which, props to you, Hunter is shocked by your tenacity

the fight doesn't take long to end, especially since you're hyped enough to take on a Rancor. last time he did that, it took Wrecker at least 10 minutes, and all of his own energy to do that

he'll settle you by his side once it's over, and have a sort of look that says 'you really shouldn't have' while he cuddles you tight to his side and takes a swig of his drink

if you're wounded in any way, expect some PDA. while it's not usually his go to, he's not particularly sober so wouldn't mind kissing your knuckles or grazing his fingers across your cheeks to check for cuts or scratches.

if there's anything bad, he'll scoop you into his lap and make sure to rub or kiss you better, and promises to administer first aid whenever you're ready to go

he knows alcohol works like a numbing agent, so either way, you'll be feeling it in the morning. so he may as well let you enjoy the rest of your fun as to not leave a sour taste in your mouth

he's proud as fuck, honestly.

depending on how much he's drank, he'll coo into your ear how much he'd love to 'spar' with you another time to help you out with some techniques.

all the while, snaking his arms around your waist, resting them on your thighs, and giving a light squeeze.

nothing better than some possessive squeezes to ignite the fire in your belly

Wrecker

now,

in most circumstances, this man would just stand up when this asshat throws, or even threatens, to punch you, and that would just about chase anyone away

but he's had some drinks, and wants to witness chaos as much as the next good Samaritan. and who are you to deny the sunshine rainbow boy a healthy dose of chaos

there is a lot of items being thrown, much to Cid's clear disdain, but you don't care. you have claimed a chair and it is no longer for sitting, it's an improvised projectile

you land plenty of hits on this poor sod of a man, before he eventually backs down, all the while Wrecker is experiencing the entertainment of his life

it's hilarious to see someone he'd consider relatively calm lose their shit and start swinging, and to have that person be his? he already knows you have his back no matter what, but you have sealed the deal

"Your hand, I need it. so I can marry you."

"What?"

"Nothing."

you're probably hurt. you threw a chair, hon, you're gonna be hurt, it probably ricocheted and bounced directly off your skull, which

I'm not saying is a good thing, but I'm so glad, it made him keel over laughing. he cares but Christ it was beautiful.

if you come back to him hurt, he'll start pestering Tech to take a look at you, all the while cradling you like a baby and providing you with kisses and compliments on your wild gremlin-like fighting skills

you fit perfectly in his lap, so that's where you're staying, where he can keep you safe and let you calm down from all the excitement.

he's proud. he shouldn't be, because you just about beat that man within an inch of his life, but he's proud.

"That's ma' pardner!"

sounds like a cowboy because since when does he pronounce words properly. we love him though, our big dumb cowboy

you're the chaotic duo no one asked for

if it happens again (it probably will), no holding back. he will start throwing things. including his food if necessary

Tech

he was waiting for this.

saw it coming a mile away

you're not the best at fighting but you're not the worst, so he wants to let it play out, but at the same time, he's calculating the chances of a tipsy, maybe even drunken you winning a fight with someone who's clearly more sober than you are

but he knows better than to underestimate the power of alcohol, and his love of course

most of the time is spent staring down at his holopad, with the occasional glance up to check that you're still physically standing

at some point, he gets bored of not having your presence next to him, so he'll stand and make himself known to your assailant

"I'd recommend sitting back down, y/n. It's clear someone so desperate for masculine validity isn't going to back down until you're giving in."

You look at him with the most confused eyes, having just about no idea what he said, but you know it was a roast as this zabrak has eyes on Tech

now, our sweet boy has no reason to prove himself. he's plenty good in battle, as you've seen, and it's naturally a mistake to try and take on a clone

your foe just about throws himself towards Tech with quite a lot of force, to which goggles simply steps to the side, takes his dance partner by the wrist and thigh, and tosses him over his head onto the floor

you're absolutely gobsmacked

Tech seems utterly unfazed and grabs you by the wrist this time, gently pulling you back to the table, all the while stepping over this poor bastard sprawled on the dirty floor

he sits you down, gives you a once over for bruises or wounds, before getting comfy and diving into his holopad

he shuts things out for a little while, though eventually, a free hand makes its way to lace fingers with yours between you

he'll lean over and whisper as to not interrupt his brothers conversation

"If you like, I'll teach you proper self defence. You're fine on your own, but it'd be smart to learn suitable techniques."

it's endearing, and the sort of compliment that doesn't sound like one, but you know it is, and you absolutely agree to it

anything to spend more time with him

Echo

he's stunned for the most part, considering how calm you often tend to be around him

but he's not seen a bar fight since he was last at 79's with the 501st

a blast from the past, but a welcome one all the same

he's close to getting up and joining you while you're throwing punches, but he decides against it. he'll step in if you need him, so he'll just sit back and watch

considering he's had quite a few, and despite being half machine, he's still got the guts and brain of a clone, he's happily tipsy

some of the patrons don't seem so happy to be dodging a fight between a complete gremlin and a man with a dick smaller than your pinky nail, and you get a few threats from others mid fight

you're already too focused on your swings, dodging here and there to notice the words

Echo noticed though

now, he promised himself he wouldn't get involved, but now that you're getting threats to be ganged up against?

no sir.

he's swearing like a sailor, honestly. throwing a few 'shit's and 'bastards' here and there as he grumbles his way over to you

the zabrak eventually notices he's got what looks like a tank of a man hounding up the way behind you, and gradually raises his hands, asking to drop the fight

you have no idea Echo is now behind you, and with a healthy swing, you get a nice crack to your foes jaw

and down he goes

everyone gets back to it and your opponent, slumped on the dirty floor where he belongs, is left to sit

by the time you realise Echo is behind you, he's already chuckling, snaking his arm around your waist to pull you to his chest

he's mighty proud of you for handling the situation, and tells you he came for moral support, or defence if anyone else got involved, leaving you giddy

"good job, mesh'la, maybe you could... show me some of your moves another time?"

leaves a rough kiss on your cheek, almost as if to say to the rest of the parlour, 'this ones mine'

confident drunk. change my mind. I dare you

he's a bit too whizzed to check you for injuries, but so are you. you're not feeling anything but a flame in your belly as you sit down with him, almost on his lap

he won't let you go for the rest of the night, always reaching around you to pick up his drink to take a sip. his arm will not unwrap from you. you're stuck with him

I don't think you mind, though ;)

Crosshair

he really wants to care

but Jesus Christ he's had enough of this shit from the good ol' days with the rest of the 99'ers when wrecker would throw his food tray

but honestly? entertainment factor just went up

watching his drunk little partner stumble around with a switch blade, god knows where you got it from, was so funny to him

he's doing his best to hide his grin, but considering his brothers are all far to drunk or unbothered to point it out, he lets go and simply gets comfortable

eventually, your swinging slows out of exhaustion, since you're pretty sleepy from the mission

cross notices pretty quick, and considers getting up

he waits a moment more to see what the zabrak does, until his grimy, dirty hand grabs your bicep

oh no. not a chance, buddy.

Cross still doesn't move from his seat, but simply pulls his own tactical knife from it's sheath and it absolutely flies across the room

in the zabrak's bicep

all's fair, right? he touches you, he gets punishment, yeah?

the zabrak just about screams and rips the blade from his arm, blabbering on about how the pair of you are crazy, before running off

you, still a tad weary, pluck his blade from the floor and look over to a very possessive looking Crosshair, whom is patting the space of the booth beside him, silently demanding you sit

you do as your told, snuggling into his side, and he simply leans down with a quiet whisper

"if you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask, cyare."

his arm is snaked around you, and his hand comfortably glued to your thigh.

he's not letting you out of his sight

and god, he's glad he gave you a switch blade. maybe you need lessons

he'd happily oblige on the conditions that you... return favours for him

[zablife]

Lee! I’ve just seen your gif blurbs prompts are open so I had to come running! 🏃‍♀️

Ok look, I know that strictly this isn’t a peaky moment BUT he’s serving me soft Luca vibes and I need that in my life, ok? 🤭 Maybe something a little smutty if you’re feeling it? xx

Alex, ty for this amazing prompt! I decided to write about young Luca when he arrives in New York and becomes part of the mafia there. This blurb contains heavy smut with a dash of angst. I hope you enjoy it!

“Oh, fuck…that feels so…good,” you moaned out the broken words as best you could with Luca driving his hips into you. He smirked down at you, pleased at how quickly you were unraveling beneath him. Grabbing your chin in his hand, he ducked his head to kiss you full, tongue delving into your mouth, greedy for every part he could claim as his. As his rings pressed into the side of your cheek, he stole the very breath from your lungs. And when he had you gasping for air he demanded more. “Cum for me principessa,” he commanded in a voice that was too soft and sweet for the way he was fucking you, the backs of your knees pressed to your chest to sink deeper inside you.

The feeling of him dragging against your sensitive inner wall had you mewling, teetering on the edge of bliss until one final snap of his hips allowed him to brush your swollen clit, setting off fireworks behind your eyelids. Your fingernails dug into his arms as the wave of your orgasm crested and Luca chased his own high.

Clutching the back of your neck, he pulled you up to straddle him. One hand splayed against your back and the other on your hip in a vice like grip, he guided you to ride him, delivering a harsh slap to your ass when you faltered. “Another. Give me another,” he groaned, pulling you in for a kiss. “Want you to cum with me,” he mumbled against your lips, hand stroking over the column of your throat. His possessiveness made the heat pool in your lower belly once more. The way you rocked against him and the little sobs escaping your throat were enough to still Luca as he spilled inside you, triggering your second orgasm.

You still felt the aftershocks as he pulled you to his chest, heart hammering against your cheek as you peppered him lightly with kisses. Tangling his fingers in your hair, he asked, "Feeling good, angel?"

“I feel great,” you giggled, pulling his right hand to your face to place a kiss to his knuckles, fingers ghosting over a recent injury. As you did, the bandage wrapped around his wrist unfurled suddenly and your blood ran cold at the sight of a fresh tattoo. Even in the dim lighting the outline of a black hand was clear and you knew it carried a pledge of loyalty.

You sat up, clutching the sheet to your chest as your mind reeled. Running a hand through your hair you were vaguely aware you were shaking. Luca didn't bother to rewrap his wrist. Instead he reached out for you, but you pulled away to sit at the edge of the bed, needing a moment to think.

You took a deep breath before saying, “I thought your father sent you here to keep you out of trouble. Why would you listen to strangers who want to tell you what to do with your future?” you wondered aloud.

“Amore, it was my choice," he attempted to explain. “Don’t you trust me?” he asked.

"Of course, but I’m scared, Luca," you told him truthfully.

You felt his strong arms encircle you from behind, his head coming to rest in the crook of your neck. "Why? This is a good opportunity for me. You should be happy," he insisted.

"I'm sorry, but I can't. This is dangerous work and I'm worried," you admitted.

"You don't have to be nervous," he said placing a kiss to your shoulder. "I'm always gonna keep you safe, principessa."

[reputationbarbie]

❝baby, i'm the sweetest.❞

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A/N: i just got through midterms so sorry this chapter took so long. enjoy this chapter of interactions between the delicious trio. this also isn't edited so ignore any mistakes. enjoy ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

Chapter Summary: ellie gets into a fight at school and calls the sweetest baker for help.

Chapter Warnings: fighting, bruising, language, alcohol, slight age gap (F!MC and Joel are 6 years apart), threatening (brief), arguing (brief), symptoms of anxiety and depression.

Key Tags: chef! Joel, single! father Joel, no outbreak! Joel Miller, slow burn, dual-pov, fluff, flirting, friendship, eventually established relationship, eventual smut, original character, black!fem!MC, no y/n.

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For the next three weeks, I had fallen into a routine of seeing Joel every day at 10 p.m. when he’d come over to cook dinner and pick Ellie up from my house. Although I love baking, I detest cooking. Maybe it’s my sweet tooth, but I’m grateful that Joel has taken over that role in my life. If it weren’t for him I’d be eating takeout every day.

I’d lay awake every night and think about the details of his face. His salt and pepper facial hair, his rough hands, the burns on his forearms. My thoughts swirled with Joel as I tossed and turned in bed. I’d repeat the same words to myself over and over again until my face turned blue.

We’re just friends, Ginny. He doesn’t want you that way.

As the owner, I rarely take days off work from Daylight. But, on days like today, my body informs me that I’ve reached the end of my rope. Burnout.

The rain falls softly outside against the window and I moan at the feeling of the cool glass on my temple. My eyes dart down to the bustling city, hoping to have my mind on anything but this recipe for a while.

Suddenly my phone starts ringing, sending me jolting upright. My hands feel in the blankets for the slender device. Once I find it, I don’t check the caller ID before picking it up.

“Hello?” I say into the receiver.

I hear a voice on the other side clear their throat. “Hi, is this Ginny?” I hear a fake sweet voice come through the speaker.

My face screws when I try to pin the voice down to a person. “Ellie?” I question the other person on the line.

I hear a loud sigh, simulating the wind blowing in my ear. “Yeah. Thank fuck you answered,” she counts her blessings.

Taking the phone away from my screen, I look at the random numbers I’m familiar with. “Why are you calling me from the Principal’s office?” I ask her.

Ellie shuffles and I hear the office chair beneath her squeak. “About that…” she starts.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I close my eyes. “Cut to the chase,” I rush her so I can get back to my day of relaxing.

I hear Ellie inhale a sharp draw of breath. “Joel is super busy because he has a fucking tasting event going on right now. This is gonna sound crazy so first you have to say no and then you have to say yes,” she rambles quickly.

My eyes roll as I stand from the comfort of my window seat. “Land the fucking plane, El,” I goan.

There’s a momentary pause where I think I’m going to reach through the phone and strangle Joel’s crotch child if she delays any longer. “I got in a fight and I need you to pretend to be my mom or something so you can pick me up from school,” she explains.

My jaw drops as soon as I register the words. “You what? Argh, Ellie,” I complain. I love the kid but I have boundaries, and this is not how I wanted to spend my day off.

“Please, Ginny? Please? Please? Please?” she begs and I shake my head. 

My feet shuffle up the steps to my bedroom so I can change into more acceptable clothing. “Fine, but only because I don’t want to think about apple pie for a little while,” I conceded, trying to figure out how long it would take me to get to Jackson High.

My hands push on the bar into the office. Crinkling my nose at the LED lights above me, I walk up to the person at the desk. “Hi. I’m Imogen Miller. I’m here to pick up my daughter, Ellie Williams,” I introduce myself, lying a bit. I can’t fight the feeling that Joel’s last name sounds good with my first.

The woman in front of me raises an eyebrow at me. “Oh,” she says almost in disgust, looking me up and down. Fucking cunt. “Let me go get her from in-school suspension,” she grumbles, taking her leave.

 Fuck you you fucking bitch. “Yeah, you do that,” I snip lowly at her.

I pace around the room, anxiously waiting to see the brunette girl walk through the door. Fuck, I will burn down this whole school if she has so much as a cut on her lip. “So you’re Ellie’s mom,” I hear a curious voice come from behind me.

When I turn around, an older lady is standing with her daughter. The kid can’t be much older than Ellie and she’s covered in stitches. “And you are?” I ask with attitude. After being in this school for 10 minutes I don’t want to interact with another person for the rest of the weekend.

She crosses her arms and purses her lips at me. “The mom of the girl your daughter attacked,” she accuses Ellie.

My first ball so tightly, I think I might draw blood. You can’t fight a mom in a school, Imogen. You’re an adult. “My daughter wouldn’t attack anyone,” I defend Ellie, though I know nothing about the fight. 

I will always defend the ones I love in public, then scold them later about the situation. And that’s exactly how I plan to handle this situation.

“Are you kidding me? Look at her face?” The blonde woman hisses.

My eyes roam up and down her daughter’s body. The kid is as tall as me and Ellie only comes up to my chest. “I’m more so looking at her stature. You let a little girl do all that?” I taunt gesturing towards her face.

The blonde rolls her eyes. “It’s obvious we’re not going to get anywhere. Your kid is just as crazy as you,” she scoffs.

My blood boils and I can feel the steam coming from my ears. “Again, my kid. Who I will choose how to discipline. Now you have a nice day,” I finish her.

She sticks her nose up as high in the air as it’ll go, turning around.

Shaking my head, I decide it’s probably best to find a water fountain as soon as possible so I can cool down. Just as I come up for air from the short fountain, another person approaches me. “Hi, are you Ellie’s mom?” the tall black man asks.

I shift putting one hand on my hip. “Yes. What is it now?” I dig at him.

The man’s cheeks fill with a soft plum color. “Nothing, Mrs. Miller. I’m Mr. Henry, the freshman art teacher,” he introduces himself with a hand extended. “Nice to meet you,” he 

My eyes widen and my skin boils with embarrassment. “Oh, I’m sorry. I met a rude parent. She still has my head frazzled. It’s nice to meet you too,” I politely shake his hand.

He pivots to stand next to me as I start walking down the hall. “Your daughter is quite the artist,” he compliments Ellie.

A smile covers my face thinking about how others see the brilliant girl. “Thank you,” I murmur.

“Must run in the family. What do you do?” He asks.

“Oh, I– Ellie’s not,” I babble, pausing to clear my throat. Get it together and play your role, Imogen. “I’m a baker,” I answer confidently.

Mr. Henry nods, pausing by the door of the office. “Wow. A baker for a mom and a chef for a dad. She must have the best school lunches,” he ponders.

I shrug, reaching for the door handle. “Something like that. Although Joel has a bias against too many sweet treats,” I joke, stepping into the office.

Mr. Henry smiles, holding the door open for me. “I could see that,” he murmurs.

Across the room, the opposite set of double doors open. Ellie strolls in behind the office assistant. “Here she is. You can go ahead and sign her out for me,” the assistant instructs me.

“It was nice meeting you,” Mr. Henry offers a smile before turning towards Joel’s daughter. “Try to stay out of trouble, Ellie,” he advises.

Ellie’s hand goes up and she gives a small wave. “Bye, Mr. Henry. See you Monday,” she bids him a goodbye.

Once my signature is on the paper, I don’t bother waiting for the ink to dry. I’m nearly ready to drag Ellie out of here. “Done. Let’s go, El,” I announce, slamming the pen down on the desk.

Ellie looks up at me, practically bouncing with excitement when I wrap my fingers around her arm, pulling her out of the office. As soon as we make it outside, I bring us to a screeching halt. “The fuck happened to your eye? Was it that cunt’s daughter? I will fuck both of them up, Ellie. I swear to god,” I rant, patting her body for any more signs of damage.

Ellie grabs my wrists to stop me. “Dude, calm down. I handled it. She had to get 15 stitches,” Ellie boasts proudly.

Instead of checking for bruises, my hands smooth out her school uniform. “That’s fuckin right. I ain't raise no bitch,” I grumble.

Ellie sighs while I fix her sweater. “Um, Ginny. You didn’t raise me at all,” she points out with a raised eyebrow.

A flush creeps onto my face as I realize my mistake. Ellie’s not my kid. “You’re right. Don’t tell Joel I said that,” I beg her to cut me some slack. 

After all, it’s the least she can do for me. I did pick her up from school. “Actually, don’t tell Joel about any of this shit,” I clarify with fear that Joel will be angry with Ellie.

We begin to walk towards my tiny Volkswagen Bug. Ellie throws her head back in frustration. “Ugh, what am I gonna do? He’s going to notice my eye,” she groans.

I click the unlock button on the key. “What happened?” I ask.

Ellie’s head turns back towards the school. “That cunt, Bethany, wouldn’t leave me alone,” she says as though she’s waiting on Bethany to come after her.

I put my hand on the top of her head, turning her head back towards me. “And what did she say?” I ask.

Ellie shrugs and she stops to kick some dirt on the path. “I don’t know,” she lies, head hanging low.

Once we reach the car, I move my hands to her shoulders. “El, you do know,” I reiterate so she knows I’m serious.

Ellie nods, and her eyes dart towards the ground. “I know…. She wouldn’t stop telling me I was a pussy and I couldn't handle shit myself. I told her I didn't want to fight but she shoved me,” she explains.

My hand yanks on the handle of the passenger side. “That’s good enough for me. You were defending yourself from a bully. I’m sure your dad will see it the same way,” I say to Ellie as she slides into the seat.

Once we’re both in the car, I pull up the McDonalds app on my phone. “Now, it’s free fries Friday. Shall we?” I ask, starting the ignition.

I hear Ellie click her seatbelt before shifting towards me. “We shall,” she responds with a slight small.

I shift the gear into drive. “That’s fucking right. I knew you were my kid,” I cheer, pulling off onto the main road.

Ellie lays in my bed, cuddled up with a Grogu stuffie around 10 pm that night. The light from the TV in my room fills the room and the noise of medical machines beeping layers perfectly with Ellie’s snores. We haven’t left the bed since we got back from Jackson High. As soon as we got back, we immediately turned on Grey’s Anatomy and gorged on snacks. 

Now hours later, my phone buzzes repeatedly and my head snaps over, hoping it won’t wake the traumatized child up. I quickly crawl to the end of the bed, swiping my phone up from the ground before lowering my feet to the floor. I quickly scurry across the room to my on-suite bathroom, sliding the door closed.

A picture of me and Joel on Halloween covers the screen and I smile a bit. He’s just here to pick up his daughter, Imogen. Not to see you.

My finger presses the green button, and I bring the phone up to my head. “Hey,” I say lowly.

“Sugar, I’m outside your back door,” Joel's husky voice dances on my ear drums.

My feet tip-toe across the tile to the window that faces the back. Pulling the curtain to the side, I look down at where Joel is standing with a wine bottle in his hand. He’s patiently waiting for me or Ellie to open the door. “Spare key is under the mat,” I direct him.

He shifts a bit and tucks the bottle under his arm. “You’re jokin',” he sighs.

My head shakes and then I realize, he can’t see me. “No. I don’t feel like coming down 3 flights of steps so, let yourself in,” I tell him.

He groans, before reaching down to lift the mat. He picks up the pink sparkly key, holding it in the air before shaking his head. “That’s not what I meant but I’ll be up in a second,” he grumbles, sticking the key into the door.

“Sounds good, we’re in my room,” I inform him before clicking the red button on the screen.

A minute or two passes and I turn to my side, checking to make sure Ellie’s still asleep. Her brows furrow in her sleep and I gnaw on my lip watching her struggle, even in her dreams.

Joel’s footsteps slowly make their way closer to my room and I see his shadowy figure slowly push the door open. He pokes his head in, surveying the room when his eyes land on mine. “Hi,” he greets me with a small smile.

Dear god, he’s going to give me a heart attack. He’s so fucking cute and I find myself lighting up when I see him. A smile creeps onto my face when Joel steps into the room. “Hi,” I whisper before looking back down at Ellie.

“How long's she been out?” I hear Joel ask.

“Only 30 minutes,” I huff out.

My eyes find Joel’s again as he sets the bottle of wine down on my mantel. “Damn it. She’s gonna be mad when I wake her,” he foretells.

My eyes roam up and down his body, savoring how good he looks in the moonlight. His hair has grown a bit longer since Halloween, curling up slightly at the ends. “Maybe she should stay tonight,” I suggest.

Joel shrugs his jacket off, hanging it on a wall hook. “Why?” he asks.

“Come. Sit,” I demand, patting the empty spot at the end of the bed.

Joel kicks his shoes off by his jacket before sauntering over. He lowers his body awkwardly onto the edge of the bed with clasped hands. My hand reaches out towards him and he takes it, allowing me to pull him closer to me.

The warmth of his hands has me reluctant to let go. “Don’t freak out,” I preface once he’s close enough.

His eyes observe my face, and I assume he’s looking for any sign of emotion. “Darlin’, whenever you start a sentence like that I lose my shit,”

“Well, don't,” I command him before my hands slowly move to Ellie’s hoodie. She’s lying on her side with her back facing the both of us, so Joel can’t see her bruised face. I grab the edge of the fabric, pulling it back just enough to reveal the purple circle on her face. 

Joel sucks air in through his teeth and his upper body tenses. He leans over a bit more to get a better look at the black eye, dramatically dipping the bed. Ellie seemingly senses this and her body shifts to face us. 

Neither I nor Joel take a breath, waiting to see if Ellie’s going to wake up. She lets out a small grunt and her eyes flutter open. “Joel?” she whispers, squinting up at him.

Joel pulls the blanket up, tucking her in. “It’s okay, baby girl. You can go back to sleep,” he reassures her.

“Mmmm okay,” Ellie sighs, snuggling into the pink silk.

I slide towards the end of the mattress, grab Joel's wrist, and pull him into the ensuite bathroom. As soon as the door is closed, I turn around to face him. 

The first thing I notice is the prominent scowl on his face and his tense shoulders. “The hell happened to her face?” he grits.

My nose scrunches with disdain. “Don’t fucking snap at me, Joel,” I whisper yell at him.

He crosses the room, trapping me in between the counter and his body with nowhere to move. There’s nowhere for me to move and even if I wanted to, I’m frozen in place. “Fuck. I’m sorry, sugar,” he apologizes, putting his hands on my hips. 

His fingers slightly slide under my shirt and I shiver before he lays his full palms on my waist. His eyes flutter closed and he leans closer to me, resting his forehead on mine.

He hums and I know this is just platonic. He doesn’t want you Imogen, he’s just trying to ground himself. “She called me to pick her up around 11. Said the girl was an antagonistic bully. She shoved Ellie and called her a pussy,” I ramble while Joel’s thumbs trace a comforting pattern onto my skin.

He sighs and his eyes stay closed. “Ginny,” he says lowly.

“and Ellie rightfully beat her ass. I’m just saying to go easy on her for the next few days. Bitches are mean and I would’ve fought at 14 too if that cunt stepped to me like that. Did you teach her how to fight? Because she wiped the floor with that girl,” I continue, getting irritated about the situation all over again.

Joel opens his eyes, leaning back a bit. “Ginny,” he repeats.

“Oh, the school probably called you already. If they say I cussed out a parent, they’re fucking liars,” my nostrils flare, but Joel’s no fool. He probably already knows the truth.

My eyes search Joel’s face for any type of reaction before I continue. His face is entirely blank, confusing me more. “Gin—“

“What Joel?” I annoyingly cut him off.

He clears his throat, tucking a stray curl behind my ear. “Thank you,” he says calmly.

I chuckle, shaking my head. “You don’t have to thank me,” I tell him, looking away.

Dejavu clouds my brain when Joel bends his knees, forcing me to look at him. “I do. Ellie’s not your responsibility and she shouldn’t have called you. She should’ve called me,” he reiterates and I try not to get lost in his chocolate irises.

My head nods and I lick my lips, still salty with chip remnants. “Yes but Joel, I would much rather her call me than not say anything at all. What if she got arrested or worse? At least she’s safe. A win is a fucking win,” I argue.

He nods, scratching his eyebrow. “She talk to you after?” he asks.

“Mmhm,” I answer.

“How was she?” he follows up.

I shift to lean on my other leg. “Quiet. Usually, the first thing she does when she sees me is regurgitate one of your dad jokes, but she’s barely said a word since we got back,” I note.

“Damn it,” Joel swears, pacing around the large bathroom. “Damn it,” he grits a little louder.

He runs his hands through his hair, slightly tugging at the roots. “What should I do?” he asks, voice laced with concern.

I gnaw on my lip faced once again with the fear of telling Joel how to parent. He stops pacing, waiting for me to answer. “Joel, I don’t know,” I sigh, quite frankly stressed the fuck out.

He shakes his head and lets out a client grunt. “You do. You’re just bitin' your tongue because you don’t want to step on my toes,” he speaks with his hands.

I step forward, grabbing his hands to try and soothe him. His calloused palms feel rough against my smooth moisturized ones. “Just be there for her and love her. Just keep loving her Joel,” I advise.

He adjusts our palms so his hands are on the outside. “Okay. Thank you, again,” he grunts.

The silence between us is comfortable, but Joel’s blinking is slow. “You look tired. Go lay down next to Ellie while I make my bed in the spare room,” I instruct him, pulling him towards the door.

His feet drag on the tile beneath us. “I can help you,” he offers.

I release one of his hands, sliding the door open. “You can help me by making me breakfast in the morning. I’m sleepy too,” I bargain, hoping he’ll make some bacon.

“Okay,” Joel whispers as we leave the bathroom. I part ways with him, heading down the hall to make up the extra bed for him. It only takes a few minutes and when I get back to my room, I catch a glimpse of Joel lying horizontally over my footboard. 

As I come closer, I see both he and Ellie are asleep. He’s on top of the covers, having shed his jeans, holding Ellie’s feet through the duvet.

I shake my head, too tired to bother waking him. He grumbles as I slide into the warmth of the bed and I roll my eyes. I didn’t expect to share my bed with one human tonight, let alone two.

I pull the covers up, careful not to kick Joel in the face as I situate myself. Like magic, my eyes close and I’m asleep within minutes.

As soon as I can form a thought, I feel a chill hit my feet. I instantly swipe them around the sheets, searching for my electric blanket. My legs intertwine a warm item and I attempt to hide my face behind Ellie’s body.

A few moments pass and I hear snickers in the room. “Go back to sleep, sugar,” I hear the man’s voice say and I try my best to ignore it. 

I groan, melting further into the warm body next to me. It’s far too early to be thinking about anything but more sleep. “Shut up, then,” I mumble.

This time the laugh is loud and deep, and it comes from underneath me. The realization that I’m curled into Joel right now sends panic up my ass.

My eyes open wide and I shoot up into a sitting position, scrambling back away from Joel. Joel reaches out to grab me but I underestimate how big my bed is when I’m suddenly tumbling backwards on the floor. 

My body connects with the ground with a loud thud. “Oooo,” I hear Ellie groan.

 Joel peers over the edge of the mattress. “You alright?” he checks, voice laced with concern.

My hand pushes his out of the way. “I’m fine. Just got spooked. Not used to people being here is all,” I partially lie. 

The problem isn’t with them staying here, it’s my feelings for Joel. “Sorry we scared you darlin’,” Joel apologizes.

Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I stand from the floor. “It’s okay. Shit. What time is it?” I ask the two sitting on top of my bed.

Ellie shovels another forkful of pancakes into her mouth. “11:30,” she mumbles through chewing.

My eyes go wide and I feel an oncoming spiral approaching. My chest gets tight as the panic sets in. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I swear, looking for my phone under the 5 layers of blankets. “The bakery opened 3 hours ago,” I tell them, patting the top of the covers to find my phone.

Joel grabs my wrist, ceasing any movement I’m making. “Relax. I checked with Grace. They’re doin' fine,” he reports with a small smile.

The gaze lingers between us for a moment too long causing a sizzling feeling to linger in the air. Joel looks down at where we connect, quickly pulling his hand back. “Ginny, come on. Joel made breakfast,” Ellie beams before popping a crispy slice of bacon in her mouth.

I rub my eyes, trying to get out any crust that might be in them. “You did?” I ask.

Joel nods and I admire his bedhead. “Least I could do, sugar,” he says nonchalantly.

Ellie stands from the bed, holding her empty plate in her hands. I follow after her, excited to soothe my rumbling stomach. 

Once we’re in the kitchen, I’m hit with the realization that I hate cooking. There hasn’t been food in my house since last Thanksgiving. “Where did you get the bacon?” I ask Joel over my shoulder.

“Stopped by my place earlier,” Joel discloses.

My heart warms and a smile so big covers my face it hurts. “Joel, that’s so nice,” I remark.

Ellie darts past us, putting her dishes in the dishwasher. “I have to keep working on the wall. Thanks for breakfast, Joel,” she bids us goodbye, rushing across the room.

Joel hands me a plate and I accept it, loading it up with some fresh fruit first. “You’re welcome, kiddo,” Joel replies.

“See you in a bit, El,” I call to her.

“Look, I have to go. My brother Tommy is comin' round and he doesn't come round often,” Joel says, awkwardly tapping the counter with his pointer finger.

My jaw drops and I peer up at him with regret. “Oh fuck, Joel. You should’ve woke me up,” I whine.

Joel slowly shakes his head. “Mmm, didn’t want to. You look cute when you sleep,” he compliments.

My eyes widen and I look down at my plate, praying I don’t drop it. Joel fucking Miller just called me cute. “I’m sorry,” I apologize.

“Don’t apologize. I made the decision,” Joel’s morning voice sounds like a melody to my ears.

I nod, unsure of what to say. I pick up a piece of bacon, moaning at the perfect crispiness of the meat. “Well, enjoy breakfast. Thanks again for Ellie,” Joel pipes up.

“Of course. Bye, Joel,” I wave at him as he follows his daughter.

“Bye,” Joel calls over his shoulder with a smile.

My head throws back with a groan as I shuffle towards my couch. A faint knocking sound rasps on the wooden door and I pause my movements. I wait for another knock and when I don’t hear anything, I dust it out of my mind. I sit on the couch before I hear a knock again, this time louder. My feet carry me down the stairs to my back door and when I turn the corner, I see Joel’s side profile.

He looks stressed so I quickly yank the door open. “Did you forget your knife again?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “No, sweetheart. I’m sorry for botherin’ you,” he apologizes, putting one hand on the door frame.

He leans onto the side of the bakery and the wood groans beneath him. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

He clears his throat, seemingly uncomfortable. “Are you free tomorrow?” he asks.

My brows furrow and I pull my cardigan closed over my inevitably hard nipples. “Uh, I can be. Why?” I sputter.

He closes his eyes for a moment, inhaling a harsh breath. “Maybe I’m readin’ this wrong,” he sighs.

“Reading what wrong?” I ask.

Joel removes his hand from the wall, straightening his back. “Nevermind. I’ll see you later,” he mumbles.

My eyes dart left and right. Am I in the fucking twilight zone right now? “Umm okay,” I utter.

“Bye, sugar,” he says before taking a step back, putting what feels like a mile in between us.

Somehow, I feel a pang of disappointment in my stomach that I’ve missed something. “Bye,” I say to him, stepping back and shutting the door.

Ginny without a kiss - 2, Ginny with a kiss - 0

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[banannabethchase]

20 and 24- Percabeth

Glitter - also on AO3

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Percy gets home and sees a trail of glitter. He's used to Annabeth's unusual, but this seems different.

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Oooh a challenge! It went so fluffy I'm gonna die! I hope you enjoy love <3

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Percy is, well, he's not confused, exactly, because he's learned after this long that expectations of normalcy do not bode well as Annabeth Chase's boyfriend. But he's a big confused about the trail of glitter on the floor, leading to their bedroom.

"Uh, Annabeth?" he calls, hesitantly. "Everything okay?"

"Um. Yes!" She sounds more high pitched than usual, and Percy picks up the pace. He immediately goes for the worst: someone broke in, a monster has her hostage, she slipped on the glitter and hit her head.

“I’ll be right there!”

"Wait,” she says, and the panic in her voice makes him even more concerned, “don't come -"

He doesn't catch her words until the door is open.

Annabeth is on the bed, tangled in a pair of what appear to be stockings.

"Don't you dare laugh," she says sternly. "This was supposed to be, like, a birthday thing for next month, and then I realized if I put the blue glitter trim on while they were off it would get ruined, so I started putting them on and then I tripped and had to roll to the bedroom - I said don't laugh!"

"I'm trying not to, I promise!" He really is trying, too - his chest hurts with how much he's trying not to laugh. "But, really? Stockings? Blue glitter stockings?"

"I thought it would be fun!" Annabeth wails. "We've been together a million years. I've given you practically every present there is." Her face crumples. "I didn't want you to get bored."

Percy feels like an idiot for not getting it sooner. "Oh, Annabeth, never," he says. He sits next to her on the bed, the glitter poofing up in the air and onto his clothes. He doesn't care. "It's impossible to get bored of you." He yanks her close since she’s not going to be able to move well herself, and she rests her head on his shoulder. "You know that, right?"

She shrugs. "Maybe. We're just, like. We're older now, you know?" She shifts so she can see him, look into his eyes. He's still always so disarmed by her eyes. "I want to be able to have surprises still."

Percy presses his lips together. "I mean, I was saving this one for the fancy dinner on your birthday, but if you want surprises." He pulls the brand new box out of his pocket, the one that he'd just picked up today, and kneels on the ground. He pops it open to reveal the gold band inset with emerald and diamond. "How's this for a surprise?"

Annabeth, still wrapped in the nylon tights, glitter in her messy hair, mouth agape, has never looked more beautiful to Percy in his life. "You little shit," she laughs. "No way. I thought - your mom said she was thinking you’d do it on Christmas!"

"And you are to blame for the one lie I've told Sally Jackson," Percy laughs. He lifts the box a little higher. "Annabeth Chase, we've made life ours as partners since we were twelve and you hated me. And made fun of my drooling."

"Well, you still do that."

"Don't interrupt my proposal," Percy says, grinning. "Annabeth, will you make us permanent?" He chokes on the last few words. "Will you marry me?"

Annabeth nods. "Yes. Oh, my gods, yes. I just." She wiggles her left hand, and it's only then that Percy realizes that's the biggest problem with the tights. "I wasn't kidding. Two engineering degrees, and I'm bested by tights."

Percy doesn't laugh this time. "How about we get you out of those, okay?"

Annabeth's expression changes so quickly it's almost startling. "Oh, if that's how you want it to be."

Percy laughs as the two of them get her tights off. He thinks they're lucky to be in bed, but, now, the glitter is really going to be everywhere. He slides the ring on her finger after, when there's tiny specks of blue across their skin and the sheets.

"Now it's official," he says, nuzzling into her neck. "I'm never letting you get away from me."

"Together," she says. "Always."

[howlingday]

Yang Xiao Long: Dragon Master

Yang: (DM) Okay, you guys enter the dragon's lair and you find four maidens moving around here and there. One of them is dusting with a feather duster, another is wearing an apron and carrying an empty pot, and a third is holding a magic calculator and scribbling away on a piece of parchment. What's your next move?

Blake: (Rogue) I go up to the maid and say, "We're here to rescue you. Don't be alarmed."

Yang: The maid looks at you and says, "Rescue? Why would I want to be recued?"

Blake: "Wait, weren't you abducted?"

Yang: "Abducted? Divines, no! The master has blessed us with our dream jobs! I've always wanted to work a high-paying job while employed by a generous and sweet employer! It just turns out the job is maid work for a golden dragon!"

Blake: "So the quest was a bust, huh?"

Yang: The chef speaks up. "I get to cook gourmet food like I've always dreamed!"

Yang: The accountant says, "I manage all the finances like my father always wanted for me!"

Ruby: (Ranger) "So there's nothing for us to do?"

Yang: The maid grimaces and says, "Well, there is one thing we might need help with." She points down the hall where you can hear Draconic roaring. It sounds like two beasts roaring back and forth, and a golden dragon appears following a beautiful, golden-haired girl.

Ruby: As a kobold, do I understand what they're saying?

Yang: Yup, but soon the argument shifts to Common.

Yang: (Ahem!) "IT'S NOT A PHASE, DAD!"

Weiss: (Bard) Oh no...

Yang: The dragon bellows, smoke fuming, (Deep voice) "Come to your senses, my darling! You spend most of your nights bedding most other races in your human form! Where is your dignity as a dragon?!"

Yang: "Well maybe I want to live my life however I want before some necromancer murders me like they did Mother!"

Jaune: (Paladin) I look at the arguing family and say to the group, "Oh, we are so not skilled enough to handle family therapy."

Yang: As you say that, the dragon looks to you and is surprised. "Oh, by Bahamut! We have guests! Forgive me for my shameful display! But I am ever so glad that you are here, noble paladin! Perhaps you can be the guiding light for my daughter?"

Jaune: "M-Me? Uh, sure." I'm gonna roll for Persuasion. (Rolls 17) I say, "You should listen to your father. Love is an intimate emotion, and you should save yourself, body, mind, and soul for the one you can spend the rest of your life with."

Yang: The dragon smiles and says, "Yes! Exactly!"

Ruby: I'll roll, too! (Rolls 13) I say, "It's fine if you want to experiment, but don't rush into something you might regret. After all, people with different views hold different values."

Yang: The dragon tosses his head and says, "Er, true, but I don't think that's the message I want for my daughter. But you are no less true."

Blake: My turn. (Rolls 6) I say, "Look, sweet thing, sex is awesome, but it's not something you should do all day. After all, you don't want to spoil a good thing by doing it too much, right?"

Yang: The dragon bellows, "Now wait just a minute!"

Jaune: Uh, Weiss? Maybe you want to add something here? ...Weiss?

Weiss: (Smiles, Sets down her scroll) I stroll out of the bedroom, completely satisfied. "Sup, ladies~?"

Yang: Snrk! Inside the bedroom, you hear a satisfied moan. "Divines, I've never felt so good~!"

Jaune: WHAT DID YOU DO?!

Yang: The dragon rears his head! "HOW... HOW DARE YOU!"

Ruby: Oh no... Get ready to roll, guys!

Yang: The daughter stands in front of him! "Daddy, no! I love her!" She grabs you, Jaune. "Paladin, bless our marriage!"

Jaune: "Uh, that's more of a Cleric thing, but sure! Done!

Weiss: Wait?! What?! I run out of there, shouting, "I'm not ready for that level of commitment!"

Yang: The daughter transforms and chases after you, laughing! "You cannot escape true love, darling~!"

Yang: The dragon dad sighs.

Jaune: "Uh... It's an improvement, right?"

Yang: The dragon dad sighs.

[bonny-kookoo]

Jimin

𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 [Part 1]

In which Jimin isn't used to chasing after things- but he can't deny the excitement it makes him feel.

Main Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Jimin x Reader, Enemies to lovers, mentions of 'being high' (drug usage in a way), mentions of one night stands, flirting jimin, nothing else, really

Length: 1.5k Words

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A/N: you're all gonna hate me so much at the end of this :') also I'm gonna put the visual/Gif up front from now on, I feel like that might work better overall.

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"Not today." He answers a young woman asking for some time with him- and it's not an answer he typically gives. He usually takes what he can get, but tonight, he's got his eyes out for something different.

Someone different.

You're so awfully out of place here- not visually, but there's a certain feeling you emit about yourself that makes you stand out to him. You're not comfortable, clearly giving been dragged out by your friend he knows all too well- though doesn't remember her all that much if he was to be honest.

But you? You he remembers.

You're talking to your friend with a pleading face, colorful lights of the club reflecting in both your eyes and the silver jewelry you're wearing, and he feels an odd sense of jealousy towards the butterfly pendant resting on your cleavage, left wing of it dipping in between your breasts. He's not sure why he's seeing so many details so sharply- it's as if his senses are going overdrive at the sight of you.

Interesting.

One moment you're there, the next you've vanished- and he immediately looks out for you around him. Tonight, he doesn't pay attention to anyone he could easily get his hands on. If he was, he wouldn't be here anymore long ago, many knowing his name as one connected to no strings attached and simple pleasure. It's not like it's always been like that- he's had actual relationships in the past.

But all throughout them, he's always been the one to pay the price of a broken heart, his rosy tinted glasses hiding all the signs of being lied to pretty much up until he could no longer deny it. From finding his lover in his own bed with someone else, to being bluntly told about an affair happening for months behind his back.

People lie, and love is nothing but a game.

He walks around the dancefloor of the club with no clear aim when he notices you walking past him- eyes meeting, a moment of realization caught in your gaze. All he can really see is the way one of the straps of your dress falls from your shoulder, not revealing anything, but somehow causing all of his focus to shift on the way your fingers adjust it back up to sit where it's supposed to. It's such an innocent gesture, but he can't help but see it as almost sinful to see.

Like he's not supposed to have seen it, even though he's seen everything there is to see about the human body at this point in his life.

"I wouldn't have ever thought that I'd find you here.." He chuckles behind you, following you around as you seem to look for a place at the bar- having to jump a bit to find your spot on the high chair. "…a vamp-club, of all places." He notes towards you, sitting down next to you.

"Yeah, well-" You sigh, leaning on the bar up front- and he's pretty convinced you have no idea how much you're showing your cleavage right now. So innocent, it's almost making him angry. "-It wasn't my idea, and I honestly don't want to even be here- but Lizzy and I have already had something to drink, so I can't drive home without her." You admit, and he nods.

"Figured." He says. "You look awfully lost." Jimin chuckles, motioning for the bartender he's very familiar with to come over to him. "I mean, I could surely take you to a different place instead-" He starts, but you roll your eyes.

"I'm not hooking up with you, Jimin." You argue softly, and he laughs.

"Well, at least you remember my name." He smiles. "Makes me happy." The vampire smiles, as his friend walks up to him, but you cut him off before he can even say anything.

"Whatever he orders me, I don't want it." You say towards the bartender, who can't mask the amused smirk he breaks out in, looking at Jimin.

"Aw come on!" The vampire in question whines. "I want to be a gentleman!"

"You want to get me drunk and easy to handle, I know guys like you." You say, and at this point it's clear that all joking manner has left your voice, as you push yourself off the chair you're sitting on, walking away.

"You might break your teeth trying to bite her." The bartender sighs, holding onto Jimin's wrist as he attempts to follow you. "Just leave it. Get yourself someone else-" He attempts, but Jimin shakes his head, breaks out of his grip to walk after you.

Because that's actually not what he's attempting to do right now.

"Stop following me!" You bark at him outside, your heels clicking on the ground below.

"Let me at least drive you home." He says calmly, hands in his pockets. "Lizzy has already left with a friend of mine. About half an hour ago." He informs you, and at that you stop and turn around, face awfully upset now as you realize that she's abandoned you. He feels a little sympathy towards you- though at the same time, he tries not to, considering he doesn't want to get attached.

He just wants the excitement, nothing else.

"You.. are you even sober?" You worry, but he nods.

"I don't drink when I'm out like this." He tells you, and you sigh, giving in.

"If you so much as touch me, I swear-!" You start, but he's simply lifting his hands up in defeat, chuckling to himself as he walks you to his car.

"I won't, promise." He offers, opening the passenger door for you, before he gets into the driver's seat. "Would you mind sharing with me why you seem so.. disgusted by the idea of being with me?" He bluntly wonders as he pulls out of the parking lot.

"I'm not.. disgusted." You mumble, pushing your legs shut. You really don't think he's disgusting at all- he's quite handsome, charming, and you can see why Lizzy was so easy to hook up with him. She'd been in your ear about how good he was and how well he treated her, but at the end of the day, you just can't trust any of them anymore. You give him your address, and he nods, seemingly aware of where your apartment building is located.

"But?" He wonders, not letting go of the topic.

"Personal experiences." You simply shrug. "I don't.. like being used." You say quietly, as if you're ashamed to admit it. And in a way, it makes him quiet down a lot- mainly because he can somewhat relate to it. Maybe it would be better to leave you be, in that case. He really doesn't want to become what he's been hurt by in the past, as much as he loves the pleasure.

"Hm, I see." He hums simply, letting go of it for now. "So if I wasn't a vampire, you'd let me?" He wonders, trying to lift the mood with his light-hearted comment- but you don't seem at all uplifted by it.

"That's got nothing to do with it." You simply say. "They're all the same. Human or vampire." You say, looking outside the window of his car.

What a shame.

You're such a pretty thing, sadly ruined by past people who couldn't see what they had. It's awful, but he can see how it could've happened. After all, in a way, you're just the same as he has been in the past. Soft. Gentle. Caring.

Vulnerable.

"Let me give you some advice, darling." He starts after a moment of silence, turning into familiar streets so you know you're almost home. "Stop being so nice." The vampire tells you, pulling up into a parking lot in front of your apartment building, turning his head to look at you. "The more you think about yourself first, the less you'll end up being the one who gets hurt." He says.

"That'll just turn me into the one who hurts others instead." You answer him, and it catches him off guard. "Also- I'm still not gonna hook up with you, even if I was to take your advice." You pout, and he breaks out into a grin, looking at you in a way that makes you awfully shy all of a sudden.

Not because he's looking at you with lust in his eyes- no. This look is something else, something you can't quite describe. Something that looks like genuine interest but also as if he's been challenged- and it's pretty dangerous.

"That's a shame, darling." He hums towards you, reaching out to tug the front of your dress higher to hide your cleavage, making your breath hitch as you realize how.. out there you've been with your choice of dress. "But I'll still be there, if you change your mind." He tells you.

"I won't." You say, opening the door to get out, before you turn slightly to look at him again. "But maybe one day you'll change yours." You say, leaving him alone.

And he can't help but stay frozen for a moment, wondering what you meant.

[mcflymemes]

CSI: CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the television show, season 1

we look at each case objectively, without presupposition.

i'm sorry. what are you saying?

it didn't have to be that way.

people make assumptions. that's the problem.

there were bodies.

you know, i'm not even gonna ask.

i want to be just like you.

how dumb are we?

i think we'd better head over to the police station.

that's a cop-out.

i'm not good with kids.

if that's your stance, how could it have been prevented?

they should have protected me.

where are you going?

i mean that as a friend.

i think you scared him. all his hairs are standing up.

fine suit.

get your finger out of my face.

you're kidding me, right?

hey, i'm just doing my job.

blood's like my grandfather. never lies.

oh. i barely heard you.

i can't answer that question.

i didn't know this was a competition.

that's a career killer.

i have no idea how it got there.

by law, you've got to disclose everything.

pin me up against a wall and lay one on me like you mean it.

you assholes.

if it involves the protection of my child, i fight to the death.

hey, give me a little credit.

look, forget the formalities.

what's that smell?

you can joke all you want. it's your ass on the line.

i didn't say i couldn't do it.

did i just do that?

normal would be nice.

my spider sense says it wasn't.

you didn't even hesitate.

half of them couldn't find their own ass with a map.

i love my work.

so who's winning?

do yourself a favor. think for yourself.

maybe i saw you perform.

i would never doubt your word.

keep thinking. that's what you're good at.

i never screw up one of my cases with personal stuff.

these things will only confuse you.

concentrate on what cannot lie.

whose blood is that?

somebody left a message. i need to see the rest of it.

you would've remembered.

i need to see their shoes.

we restore peace of mind.

you can pick up your gun tomorrow.

now tell me, why are we here?

it's our job to know how.

is there anything in there with alcohol?

if you stay with it, my hand to god, you will never regret it.

what do you think?

how about a gun?

stop flirting with me.

what an imagination you have.

actually, it's just an audio book.

are my observations distracting you?

i come here for calamari.

that's why i took this job.

what's the status?

high altitude enhances the entire sexual experience.

like i said, it's all about results. if you don't get them, i will.

you're right, you know.

would you mind taking off your jacket and rolling up your sleeve?

you can do that?

that's what's so sad. you see this as a career.

i saw some bruises.

it's not going to be easy.

would you hand me a swab please?

there's no smoking in here.

well, that's good news.

no offense, but i don't think i want to eat anything that's been in this office.

someone chased this kid to death.

i just thought it'd be something different.

what makes you think you belong here?

you're avoiding the question.

one life imposed itself on another.

you want to sleep with me?

it'll be back to normal in 24 hours.

how would the night end?

that is correct... according to this book.

i have a crime scene to process, so you'll have to excuse me.

i might have to do some field research to find out.

good thing i have a healthy ego.

i'm gonna go out on a limb here and say they're hiding something.

how do you talk to a dead body?

i should be just like you.

sometimes i have a beer with it.

how do you figure?

got anything for me?

so you slept through the whole thing and woke up next to a dead body.

we don't impose our will. we don't impose our hopes on the evidence.

what's the matter with your guys?

do you think we're dressed for a wedding?

i wish i had been married to you.

i hardly know that woman.

look, could we have a truce?