#I'm not putting this on tumblr's immediate shoulders because I don't think this is a problem that could be anticipated

[phoenixyfriend]

Would anyone like to hear about my Fun New Tumblr Glitch?

This is my help desk ticket, put in around 10:30 PM

I hit post limit earlier today, and decided to simply fill up my queue to 1000 and wait for it to reset for tomorrow. However, the number in my queue keeps going down, and the suggestion from the FAQ, that failed posts would simply return to my drafts, isn't playing out; the drafts number stays static even when the queue number goes down, and I can see that the most recent post in the queue HAS changed. It was earlier a Pride Month post about a burger king ad, and it is now a short chat-format post about The Mandalorian. The queue appears to have eaten about fifteen posts like this today.

In the twenty minutes after, sending the ticket, it ate the Mando post.

Except I kept a tab open this time, having opened a post preview, and it is. Insane

It got posted. To private? I don't know how to access my private posts without already having a link? So the dozen-plus from the last six hours? No idea where they are now. How do I locate them.

All four views were showing "can rabbis have kids" from about 6:30 PM as my most recent until midnight, when I could start posting again. The missing Mando post, in private, was showing as being posted May 11th, presumably the date I first drafted it.

I gave tumblr the updated details and my primary worries, hopefully the additional information will help. I can confirm that, now, after midnight, the eaten posts are still showing as private, but not as private posts.

Rather, if you go in to edit, they reveal themselves as preview posts (if you go to the three dots and hit preview on a post that's in queue/drafts), because they still have the Five Options instead of just save privately/publicly.

This means that the posts weren't actually posted to private. They just... remained as a post preview/draft, except they are only viewable with the links; they are not in my drafts, back in my queue, or on my blog as actual posts.

I still don't know how to find the dozen or so posts that I lost before I realized what was happening, since they haven't magically reappeared in my drafts (I checked the May 11th location in my drafts and the aforementioned Mando post preview isn't there).

We'll see?

[iutdwae]

— toned.

pairing. bangchan x (afab)reader

cw. thigh / ab riding, size kink and mutual pining if you squint, hints of sub!chan, chan is so desperate when it comes to your pleasure </3 poor baby comes in his pants ><  friends to… something..? kinda pwop because i'm sleepy and i just really love the idea of grinding on chan's abs :<

word count. 1.5k

[ i had to come out of my 3 year tumblr writing hiatus because this has been on my mind for so long, and that picture that changbin had posted of his back did not help at all… ] 

chan's rapid change of physique came to no one's surprise. given his role as an idol, you knew how much he valued being "presentable," to be the visually strong leader of a group of equally strong men. he'd started to spend more time at the gym, and in return, his build had more of an effect on you than you liked to admit: competent abs, the firm muscle lining his torso. the way his skin dips and curves, begging to be seen whenever he lifts his shirt up "innocently," but you swear it's an invitation every time.

suggestive complaints spilled from his plump lips about how sore his body is from his training earlier, the sweat still drying on him as the musk lingers. he's tempting and he knows he is, sleeves rolled up to accentuate his broad shoulders. his arms bulged as they cross over his body. "it's still hot," he excuses, but you know he wants you to take note of the way his veins texture his skin.

yet chan has the audacity to act flustered when you compliment the muscle he's worked so hard for. it's his routine, even in front of the camera: show off just to hide behind his fingers, that familiar red tint flushing his cheeks. but it's obvious he's putting on a front this time. he wants you to need him, too prideful to take you for himself. he's purposely stretching his body upwards, skillful in how he lets a sultry groan fall from his tongue while the hem of his black shirt rides up his waist to expose his defined v line, tantalizingly disappearing into the fabric of his sweatpants. 

he has the audacity to act smug when you find yourself hopelessly rubbing against his clothed thigh, perched on top of him while your fingers ghost the lines of his abs. one of your hands grasps at his shoulders, nails digging into his delicate skin as one of his own rests gently on your hips, feeling the way you roll against him. his shirt had long been discarded, courtesy of your desperation as well as his discreet eagerness. 

"you're so beautiful, princess," he coos lowly, brows furrowed and eyes hazy as he watches your expression. his cock is straining against his pants, just as sore as he claimed his body was, and you can physically feel how wet your pussy is each time you rock your hips forward. "y'like getting off knowing i'm all yours, don't you?" 

you'd never had a preference for body type, but chan's build seemed to break you as you watched it develop; squirming at the mentions of his measurements, wide shoulders with a pretty waist, perfectly sectioned abs adorning his stomach. it was something about him in particular that had you craving him. he was nothing short of a gentleman, respectful and ideal. the type of man you knew your parents would approve of immediately. chris is careful with his words, knows exactly what to say and when to assure everyone he's acquainted with knows that he is no hassle.

perhaps, in some sinister, perverted fashion, it's his pleasantries that had you thinking of your best friend in ways that were animalistic in more ways than one. you caught onto every single one of his innuendos, all of the subtle gestures that you interpreted as bait, that made you wonder how tainted his mind was behind his polite and polished demeanor. watching him carry the weight of his members around on stage with nothing more than a soft breath, you couldn't help but let your mind wander, would he be able to manhandle you with that same ease?

soon enough, he'd slipped your pants off, though instead of settling back onto his thigh, you were straddling his torso, sore cunt draped right on top of his abs. chan let out a guttural whimper at the feeling of wet heat sliding across his stomach, clit catching along the dips of his muscle that sent static down your spine; both of you are sensitive, him in ways he couldn't really explain. "fucking love your pussy, baby," he gasped, dark eyes peering up longingly through long lashes. although there’s no pressure against his waist, he bucks up anyway, rutting his hips into thin air to counteract your own motions. large hands grasp your hips, thighs, ass, anything chan can reach from where he’s leaning back against the couch. “you’re so pretty getting off on me.” he’s desperate to feel more of you, latching onto any skin he can grope, his palms roaming aimlessly around your frame as they dip in and out from underneath your shirt. 

meanwhile, you’re just as lost in the moment as the male is: hips stuttering as you grind down on his stomach, his hardened abs providing the perfect amount of pressure and rigidness that your cunt practically cried for. the soft pants that escaped your mouth matched chan’s rhythmically, whines coated with lust and neediness. you hadn’t been far from the truth, at least it didn’t feel like it when your best friend was just as turned on, grunting as he tried to nudge his clothed erection against you. 

chan still upheld his chivalrous personality, even when his dick was painfully straining on his pants; he didn’t dare disrupt your chase towards your orgasm, moaning lowly as he watched your brows cinch, eyes clamped shut with your mouth gaped open. “gonna come all over me, huh?” he breathed out, sweat beading at his temple. the way your pussy slipped so easily along his abs made him dizzy, sopping wet and sticky against his skin. it was so much more than what he always imagined when he fucked himself into his hand, drunk on the way you used his body like this was what he’d worked so hard for—for you to come all over the muscle he trained for months to develop, leaving red streaks under your nails along his defined back and grasping onto him as roughly as he was groping you. 

you could feel his abdomen tensing between your legs, laying more of your weight onto the male as your thrusts became more fervid and sloppy. your clit was caught right between the ridges of his abs, rocking back and forth as wanton cries fell from your lips to echo his own. with the way you were fucking yourself onto him, he would’ve assumed you were just making up for a lack of proper pleasure; though in reality, you’d just been thinking about how he’d fuck you since the very beginning of your friendship. 

“channie, i’m so close,” you barely manage in the midst of your cries, the sound of your pussy lathering his skin in wetness loud enough for the both of you to hear. what you can’t see behind you is the obvious tent in chan’s pants, going unnoticed for the time being. it’s carnal and shameful the way you’re getting off on each other, his desperate attempts to fuck against you leaving him looking like a dog in heat all while your hips move rapidly on his torso. 

his grasp tightened on your hips, guiding you as he pushes your weight further down onto him, and he’s rewarded by the loud gasp you let out as your body shudders. “come on me, princess. show me how good i make you feel.” chan’s sitting upwards now, his touch trailing up your sides as his eyes never leave you for a second. one hand, thankfully, makes its way between your thighs, his finger rubbing at your clit and he almost moans out loud at how wet you feel under his touch. “c’mon, i’m all yours, baby. let it out.” 

what chan doesn’t expect is for himself to come too, immediately after watching your orgasm seep into the lines of his muscles, pussy fluttering and red at the sudden stimulation. he can feel his own cum pressed against the tip of his cock, staining the front of his pants with a relieved groan. and he can feel the slight burn of the scratches you left on his back while you’re coming down from your high in the security of his large arms. you can only mumble sniffled thank you’s to him while he holds you right against his chest, though he can’t help but rut up against you while you’re properly situated on his lap now. “you did so well for me, pretty,” he reassured you right into your ear, hoping you were too distracted to notice the way he was still trying to grind his cock against you. but the feeling of his wet sweatpants was unmistakable against your bare cunt. you’d speculated that chan had pretty good stamina, and it seemed to prove right when he’s eagerly sliding his sweats off to properly show you just how good he can make you feel.

[leatherandlacerry]

ride, cowgirl

Prompt: Harry and Townes(ladybug) share an encounter at a busy bar that just happens to have a rodeo themed night.

Warnings: 18+, daddy kink, exhibitionism, degradation, switch!townes, swearing

Word count: 2.9k

Authors note: hi! This is a snippet from my fic on wattpad called Grapejuice Blues. I thought it would be a good little intro to the tumblr world but I will be putting out a one shot soon. Let me know if you like it:)

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It's not fair.

The asshole knows what he's doing.

Harry looks up from his conversation to send me a smirk. His face is stupid, a stupid pretty face that makes me feel completely normal.

But his eyes always found a way to get to me. A pretty green with leaves of golden sunlight. I looked into them and saw something that terrified me, hope.

My heart skipped a beat when the girl in front of him started to rub up on his arm. There was this urge in me to do something but I couldn't. This bar was filled with decent men I could sleep with, but no. The cowboy-themed night was a cherry on top, he looked good in a hat.

As much as I can sit here denying it, I don't like seeing him with other girls. I didn't like seeing him with Forest and I didn’t like this.

I'm not dumb, I know I have no say over what the fuck he does or who he does. That doesn't make it any easier to ignore it.

Who does he think he is? He goes around acting like he’s the boss of anyone who walks in his path and I’m supposed to let him? Fuck that, not even to mention how he kissed me not even 45 minutes ago.

Before I can logically think I'm walking up to them. My feet carry me in his direction, his focus now on my next move.

"Sorry, am I interrupting?" I ask, tapping the girl's shoulder. The bitch turns around so fast I step back. She looks me up and down with a disgusted face.

"Clearly," she snaps, turning back to Harry. He just sits there with an amused face, watching this play out.

If he can walk around and demand what’s his, so can I.

"Damn Harry, I didn't know your type was cunt," I scoff, watching Harry's eyes widen. The girl once again turns back to but with a look of rage.

"What the fuck did you just say?!" Now I feel bad, I don't know what's come over me. I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m not mean like this but he gets me so angry sometimes.

"Take your desperation somewhere else, 'cause he's not fucking you tonight," She spits, leaning back onto Harry who honestly looks uncomfortable. I was going to walk away but after that, I have some things to say.

"Do you seriously think you’re getting lucky tonight Dolly Parton?" I bite back.

"You're such a bit-"

"That sucks, he owes me an orgasm," I push past her to grab Harry's hand without another word. He doesn't say anything and lets me pull him away.

I push through the crowd to make my way to the nearest bathroom. "This is the woman-"

"Shut up," I cut him off.

We make it there and surprisingly it is empty. I lock the door behind us and go to double-check the stalls. Once I get to the biggest one, I turn back to decide what my next move is.

I don't get that luxury because a pair of hands are on my waist, pushing me against the door of the stall.

Harry's lips find mine in a second. We make it into the stall, falling against the wall. His moans fill my mouth as I grab onto his hips.

"Her voice was fucking annoying," He groans, pulling my body into his.

“Look at you twins, stop talking”

I shut him up as I knocked his cowboy hat off onto the floor, feeling his damp hair under my fingertips. I give one of his curls a slight tug, he breaks the kiss with a gasp.

Soon enough he's back on me, sucking away at my bare neck. Almost immediately he finds my sweet spot which has me rolling my eyes back. His teeth graze my skin every once in a while just using me as he pleases.

"Didn't know I owed you something," He mumbles, watching as he grinds his hips into me. I now see the red lipstick smearing over his lips

Fuck.

"Yet here you are," I tease, tugging on his bottom lip with my teeth. He loses himself before placing a sloppy kiss on my lips.

It's all happening so fast and the mix of alcohol is adding to the intensity. Don't blame me, it’s Tito’s problem now.

"Are you trying to use me, ladybug?" He asks with a smile, his hand wrapping around my neck. His thumb and middle finger press against this point that has my head swirling.

The pressure and rage create an addictive bliss but I have to stick my ground.

"You could be useful for once and get on your knees," I mumble out, finding my mix of dominance with him. He doesn't seem like he would take direction well so I'm not sure where this is going to go.

"Please?" I plead out, not knowing what to say.

His mouth parted, and I felt my hand slide down his thigh. He nods his head and lowers himself to his knees in front of me.

I feel proud that I've gotten him to this point twice now.

"That was easy,"

"Like you," he mumbled, eyebrows scrunched together when he started to pull my skirt up. I wore these lace bottoms just in case anyone was seeing them tonight.

Harry disappears under my skirt, his hot breath spreading across my core. I throw my head back at the feeling, curling my hands into fists.

The bastard toys with me at first, sliding his thumb across the wet patch on my underwear. Hed applied subtle pressure that had my knees buckling but not for long.

His lips were on the inner thing, just mere centimeters away from where I was aching.

"So wet, all for me?" He peers up with his eyes, curling a finger into my underwear so he can pull it to the side. I softly moan and give him a nod to keep going.

He's not having any of that.

"Words, baby," He demanded, blowing air straight into my clit. Naturally, my legs tried to shut but he wouldn't let that happen.

"Yes Daddy," I let out, practically begging him to give me what I wanted.

"There's my girl,"

Finally, he licked a stripe up my cunt, groaning at the taste. He took my clit into his mouth, sucking ever so softly to the point where it was driving me crazy.

The way his tongue dips into my cunt, curling inside to have me almost falling over. I could fall in love on the spot.

"I GOT IT!"

or not.

I gasped, my heart dropping as the door burst open, thankfully I locked our stall. Harry looks up at me but not stopping his assault on my clit.

There's a group of girls mingling and drunkenly laughing in the bathrooms now. I go to push Harry away but it feels too good.

He takes his time between my legs as I bite back my moans. My fingers have now made their way to his hair, tugging more as I get closer.

"And then he dumped me for my sister!" This girl bursts into tears as her friends comfort her. I can't believe this is happening, but I couldn't find it in me to stop.

Harry smiles into my cunt, placing a kiss straight onto my clit. Suddenly he’s back on his feet, grabbing my chin to capture my lips.

There was something about his lips that made my mind go all fuzzy. The soft yet plump touch that I'm graced with couldn't be matched.

His hands roaming my body made me feel safe. It felt as if it was just him and I here, no one else.

We continue to make out until I feel his hand rubbing between my legs. He starts to suck on my neck more, whispering dirty nothings into my ear.

"You're such a slut for it, with all these people in here?" He whispers into my ear, plunging his finger into my soaking hole.

There were only a couple of seconds where he slowly moved his finger in and out. The tip of his middle finger circled my hole then surprised me when he would slide it in.

At first, he was testing the waters and not giving it to me fully. His fingers were much longer than I thought, reaching spots inside that I didn't even know could feel like this.

He curls them inside me, not breaking eye contact at any point. My eyes flutter close, feeling his grip on my jaw.

"Look at me, you owe me that," He whispers against my lips before placing a soft peck on them. It felt more like a plea rather than a demand. Either way, he could say anything at this moment and I would be on board.

Then he picks up his pace, watching me fall apart in the palm of his hand, literally.

“Fuck-“

"I know, baby, I know," He reassures, making it even harder to think straight.

He doesn't hold back in the slightest, rapidly fucking me with his fingers. I wasn't sure how much more I could take with being quiet. The girls on the other side of the door were getting louder so it was a little easier.

"Harry, please-" I gasp into his chest, fisting at his shirt.

"What a piece of trash, fuck that guy!" Another drunk girl slurred her friends. This reminded us that we're not alone and we could get caught at any moment.

It felt wrong to like that thrill, but it only made us want to keep going. Just the possibility, it was only thrilling when I was doing it with him.

I feel the burn in my stomach start to swirl as I'm about to release. Harry takes notice using his other hands to slide his thumb into my mouth.

My lips wrap around it, looking up at him through my lashes. His sea-green eyes darken with lust as I bob my head slightly.

"You gonna come?" He taunts me, all I can do is nod my head weakly. A second later he's back on his knees, fingers still deep inside me.

There's now the mix of that and his mouth back on me that drives me off the edge. He shakes his head with his tongue flat on my clit.

"Come in my mouth, Townes," He practically begs, cuddling his fingers in just the right spot to have me finishing all over his lips.

All I can hear is his sucking up any part of my release that he could. I can't help but gasp as he rubs on my sensitive clit. My legs run weak to the point where they wobble.

"Why was the door locked?" Someone asks.

I look down at Harry with a grin, pulling him back up to taste my cum on his lips. Chills run down my spine when his warm hands never leave my skin. He clutched onto me for dear life.

"You taste good, Ladybug," He grins, sliding his tongue into my mouth. "Anything else I owe you?" He cheekily asked.

I shake my head, did he not want anything in return?

My hands reach out to graze the part of his waist that was exposed. His head drops to watch my next move, placing a hand on my wrist.

"You don't owe me anything," He says.

"I want to," I say, leaning up to kiss the corner of his lips. He blushes at me and falls to my neck.

"Did you forget we're not alone?" He whispers into my ear.

Fuck, I did forget.

I quietly groaned, kissing up his neck. This is odd, this is the most domestic we've been with each other.

"Time to make my exit," He mumbles, his thumb gliding across my bottom lip before placing a kiss on my cheek.

Before I'm able to stop him he's grabbed his hat from the floor and is unlocking the stall door.

"Har-"

The group of girls turns back to see Harry wiping his mouth and me fixing my skirt in the background. They all stare in awe as he walks up to the sink to grab a paper towel and turn back to hand it to me.

"You're lipstick-smeared, bug," he tells me.

"Ladies," He turns back to tip his hat to the group of girls gawking at him. One of them looks back at me with shocked eyes and a wide grin.

“Ride it, cowgirl”

[levia-chan]

MAKING PACT

A/N: Well, for some reason Tumblr doesn't have many works with demon!MC, so I decided to try to write my own, I hope you like it :3

- No.

- MC, please think again. I assure you, this pact will benefit both of us! - that annoying sorcerer won't leave you alone.

He's been trying to get you to make a pact with him for quite some time. You don't want that. Which, in fact, led to your current situation. You're desperately trying to get away from the sorcerer somewhere far away, and he's still following you.

- I said no. Look for some other demon to make a pact with them.

It seems suspicious to you that such a powerful sorcerer is persistently trying to make a pact with you. You don't have such a high rank and you barely match the level of the fallen brothers, so why would he do that?

Solomon already has 72 demons under his control, so what would change if you joined this list? If he wants a pact with you just because you're closely related to the seven brothers, then he won't get it.

- MC, listen, I don't just want to make a pact with you. I see great potential in you! If we combine our knowledge and abilities, we can achieve a lot! Besides, we will certainly be able to learn something new from each other! - he was hoping to convince you with that sweet talk and friendly smile.

Oh, Diavolo, this man is really testing your patience.

That's it, you've had enough.

You stop abruptly and turn to face him. "Listen, I'm flattered by your desire to make a pact with me, but I doubt we'll be able to learn anything from each other. Besides, you overestimate me. I'm not that strong, and I don't want to be overshadowed by a human."

Now that he finally had your attention, he took your hand in his and gently ran his thumb over your knuckles.

- You're being too hard on yourself. You have your strengths, and I have my weaknesses. If you're still not sure, then how about showing off our skills to each other?

You wanted to object, but first you decided to weigh the pros and cons. In the end, you decided that a show of force wouldn't hurt and would perfectly show who you'd be connected to if you did decide to make a pact.

- Okay, I'm interested. But after this show, my decision will be final. Either we make a pact or not, it's up to me. Is that clear? - you took your hands out of his hands.

Solomon nods his head. He understands your conditions perfectly and will be ready to fulfill them, even if everything turns out not in his favor.

- Great! Now it remains to decide exactly where we would like to do this.

Both of you turned your heads at the same time towards the old dark forest not far from you. There is almost no one there, except for some rarely passing animals, plus it is far from the busy city.

Just perfect.

- Huh, I think great minds think the same way, - you laugh and start moving towards the forest first.

Solomon didn't mind that you were leading him. It didn't take you long to get to the middle of the forest, where you are surrounded only by earth, rocks and some sticks. You are accompanied by a light cool wind that makes the hairs on your skin stand on end, because you were not wearing enough warm clothes.

He noticed that you were shaking a little, so he immediately took his coat and draped it over your shoulders.

- Are you cold? - he was smiling as he put his coat on your shoulders. "I wouldn't want you to freeze. You still need to demonstrate your abilities, MC."

You fell into a stupor for a while. You didn't expect such gentlemanly behavior, especially from him.

- What about you? You people are more fragile. A little breeze won't kill me. Take care of yourself, wizard - you tried to give him back his coat.

The last thing you need is for him to poke you in the face what a sissy you are for the rest of the day.

The sorcerer, also stubborn, forced you to keep his coat with you. "I want you to know that I'm not like other people. Besides, the turtleneck suits me fine," he fiddled with the fabric around his neck.

Well, if he insists, then who are you to refuse?

Now that you have reached the perfect location, you have a large empty space at your disposal.

You turned your head towards him and tilted it slightly. "So, are you starting or am I?" you're flexing your fingers in preparation for the demonstration.

Solomon laughed and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. "Come on, please, demons go ahead."

- Wow, look at the gentleman, - you smirked.

At first, you stretched your hand out and felt the breeze passing through your fingers. You put your middle finger and thumb together and started concentrating. Magic began to crackle in the air. When a ball of magical energy formed in your hand, you turned all your attention to one object.

You looked at a large boulder and sharply reduced the sphere, after which you sent this small ball to the boulder. In just a second, a rather powerful explosion occurred. Strong air currents formed, as well as debris of different sizes, which began to fly in different directions. Some even flew in your direction.

- MC! - Solomon grabbed your arm and tried to pull you away, but you didn't even move.

You looked at the wreckage and clenched your hand into a fist. The stones stopped abruptly in the air and began to fall to the ground under the influence of gravity, forming small craters.

Since the danger has passed, the sorcerer has released your hand. He breathed out a sigh of relief and looked at you worriedly. "You could have been hurt, you know? It's good that you have a great reaction."

- I know my abilities and I wouldn't do this if I wasn't sure of my own safety. But it's nice that you're worried about me when you should be thinking about yourself.

He chuckled as it was his turn to show his strength. He will prove that he is worthy to make a pact with you.

- Let's see if you'll keep thinking I'm weak. Oh, and by the way, you're not getting seasick in the air, are you? - he asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

- No. Why-

You didn't have time to finish and understand what was going on, because you suddenly flew into the sky. The only thing that could soften your fall is the edges of the trees.

Solomon was next to you in a second, but he was much better at floating in the air than you were. Watching you awkwardly hanging in the air, he covered his mouth, trying to hide a chuckle. - Well? Are you having fun?

You stared at him, kicking your legs in the air. "What do you think? You just shot me like a projectile from a catapult! And without any warning!"

- You'll get used to it soon, but for now let me help you, - he flew up to you and took your hands. He began to guide you, and now your flight has stopped being so erratic.

It took your breath away to realize that you were so high above the ground. "You don't send everyone you meet flying, do you? Because it's a great way to make enemies."

- Don't worry, I'm not that reckless, - he smiled and gently lowered you both down. "I only do this with those who are really interesting to me and with whom I want to become closer."

You fell silent, feeling his gaze on you. "Solomon, - you haven't called him that for quite a while, - if you want to make a pact with me just because I know my brothers well, then you don't have to continue. I don't like being used."

He seemed to be taken aback by this response. "Is that why you've been rejecting the pact all this time?"

-... Well.. Why else would you sign a contract with me?..

Solomon gently took your hand. "MC.. Pacts are not something you will make with someone for no reason. What I want from you means more to me than strength or power."

Your feet finally touched the ground, and you were speechless after such a subtle confession. You can't even look at him.

- It looks like I'm making things too complicated, - he noticed your stunned state. "According to our agreement, I will accept any decision you make. Pact or not," he lowered his head and looked away, preparing to face rejection.

Before he left, you grabbed his arm and stopped him.

- The pact. I want to make a pact with you.

[peach-and-bugs]

💚Lottie Matthews NSFW Alphabet💚 (18+, age in bio/pinned or you will be blocked)

💚Read the SFW Alphabet here!💚

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disclaimer: don't repost my work. I only post on Tumblr and on Ao3. anything else is stolen and should be removed immediately

Warnings: All Smut, given the nsfw title, thoughts about pregnancy, periods, mention of prior ptsd [AFAB Reader/anatomy used] (18+, age in bio/pinned or you will be blocked)

Word Count: 2,035

A/N: Honestly, I feel this could be my most "outlandish" set of headcanons for one of the girls, but only because I think I interpreted Lottie differently than others might. I don't really have a reason, it just kinda feels right for her I guess? I'm not really sure. As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!💚

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Yellowjackets Tag List: @frasersgf @minimickzy

General Tag List: @summergeezburr

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She’s very touchy-feely after sex wanting to be the one to clean you up, run her fingers through your hair to freshen it back up, and take you into the bathroom for a bath because she just wants to pamper you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

It’s corny as hell, but she loves your eyes. She constantly watches how your eyes grow and change with every touch because that is the truest indicator of pleasure and approval that she’s found. The eyes can rarely lie, and oh how beautiful yours are when they roll back in during the height of ecstasy that she gets to bring upon you

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She loves the taste of your cum on her tongue, especially when she gets to mingle it with the taste of your lips after she’s done a good job. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She’d never bring it up unless the conversation lead to it, and it’s not really “dirty” per se, but she often thinks about how beautiful you’d be carrying your (being you and her) baby. The thought of you bringing a new life into her world that belongs to the both of you is just so magical to her and it kind of gets her going. It could have stemmed from watching Shauna’s pregnancy during a traumatic and developing time, she’s not sure. Of course, she’d never put you in a position where you felt that having children is a requirement with her, but if you wanted it she’d gladly welcome the idea and enjoy the view

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I don’t think she’s all that experiences in general. Lottie doesn’t seem to me to be the type to have explored that a lot in her teen years given she thought she’d have had time in college and after the crash, she was sent away. She’s only been able to explore herself for the last few decades and I think she’s a far more guarded character than we might think, so it’ll take quite a bit of time for her to get comfortable enough with someone to explore that part of herself 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

She loves being on her knees for you, holding your hand in hers as she eats you out with you dripping down her chin and cheeks. She loves her view from below. But if she’s the one being pleased, she wants you right next to her in bed, hand buried deep in her as she wraps around you, her head buried into your neck and shoulder with little to no space between you. She wants to feel your breath fan over her face and hear every comment you have to make whispered in her ear.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Lottie is extremely serious about sex. It's almost ceremonial or sacred to her. She feels as though sex is an ultimate bond that partners choose to take that can help them grow into a whole new point in their relationship. She’d convinced that sex can and will elevate your relationship to a whole new level that connects you in more ways than just physical. Over time though, I think she can become more casual when it comes to sex if that's what you both want, and with that loosening up, I could see her becoming more carefree and silly during intimacy

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I honestly don't think any of the girls are completely hairless after the wilderness just because 1) they got used to having body hair, and it's no longer taboo for them and 2) they were growing up in the 90’s when body hair wasn’t stigmatized. But for Lottie, she seems like the type to wax rather than shave, but she doesn't keep up with it rigorously, so it's common for her to have a reasonable amount of growth most of the time because it doesn’t bother her. And that’s with everything. Arms, legs, all the goods

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

She’s sickeningly romantic. There isn’t a moment where she’s not entangled with you in one way or another and she constantly murmurs sweet nothings in your ear, as you do with her because she craves any form of praise. She also loves sex under candlelight, or just fire in general. The way the flickering light gives her a minimal view of you, but what she can see is basked in hot, warm light is such a turn-on in of itself, even when you haven't touched her yet

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She didn’t masturbate a lot before. Again, Lottie didn’t explore her sexual side much, if not at all till well into her adulthood. But once she’s committed to a relationship with you, masturbation is reserved for when she can’t have you, and part of her loathes it because she’d much rather be touching you than herself. And while she’s learned to please you, there's a curve in learning to please herself that she finds intensely frustrating. It could be really fun to teach her  

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Body worship, except she wants to do the worshiping rather than be worshiped. She’s tried it the other way before and even with it being strictly and completely out of intimacy, it reminds her of her teen years and the position she felt forced into. Despite still being in a leader's role in her comune, it's not out of a want for that position. It's to provide the healing she also needs. She much prefers to be on her knees for you, bathing in words of praise and encouragement as you reward her with pleasure

She’s also into tantra sex, which is using sex as a spiritual connection. It’s part of why she loves your eyes so much and constantly wants to be as close to you as possible when intimate, almost to the point of becoming one being

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Of course, she loves sex in the sanctity of your bedroom, but on particularly daring nights she’s a fiend for having sex out by the forest fire pit under the stars and the moon. There's an exhilarating feeling about being able to be as loud as you like but still wondering if you’re truly alone, and she adores having the fire lit, blazing beside you, and warming exposed skin even further

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

She’s especially turned on when you get touchy-feely with her, especially on her face. She loves when you touch her ears and the back of her neck specifically. Do that enough and she’s whisking you away for herself 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

She is very against period play but only when it’s her. If you’re on your period she doesn't care one bit about pleasing you, but when it’s her, she doesn't want to be touched down there whatsoever. The image of you with that much blood brings out such a heavy feeling of dread that she doesn’t like thinking about 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She’s a connoisseur of both but prefers giving. She loves looking up at you through her lashes with those big bright brown eyes just to make sure that she’s doing a good job. She loves the tightening feeling of your legs pressing in on her head and nearly suffocating her because she knows that she’s making you feel good and right and the clawing feeling of your hands gripping her scalp for support. There's an electrifying magic to it all really

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She’s more slow and sensual. She needs to make a connection with you and you can’t rush that. She’ll draw sex out as long as she can just to be one with you for a minute longer

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She’s not a quickie girl. She needs to take her time and have her fill

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

I think after a while she’d be curious to experiment more, but it would take a little time. When she grows interested in adding new things to the bedroom I think she’d be the type to order a book online. She’ll read it when she got free time with her reading glasses on, taking a highlighter and sticky notes to the pages of things she wants to remember and keep in mind and she’ll bring them to you when she finished with a new passage to get your opinion on it

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

She’s pretty average, not lasting a crazy amount of time. She adores you, but she doesn’t need all day or night to be spent with just sex. She enjoys her time with you to be occupied in a wide variety of ways

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I don't think she’s that into penetrative toys. However, things like bondage rope, a silk gag/blindfold, and other kink-related memorabilia are fair game

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She’s not much of a teaser in my opinion, mostly because with you there’s no need to tease. She gets what she wants just by asking, but she does enjoy being teased now and then. But it can’t be obvious. Maybe it’s by wearing a favorite dress of hers, or by touching her face each time you need to get past her, or the chance to see her intermittently throughout your days

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lottie is another quiet girl to me. She’s more squeaky and airy when she's making any sound that pleasure related. She whines and whimpers a lot rather than moans and she seems like the type to muffle her words, but I think she talks quite a bit when it's your turn with her, and it's all very rushed and whispery in your ear, her words scrambled together as she tries to get it out before taking another breath tightly through her teeth

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She’s into waxplay and is delighted to find out about lotion candles from those esty stores. She’s got all different sents and she loves the double use of wax and lotion. She loves both giving and receiving the wax and the additional task of rubbing the lotion in is one of her favorite forms of foreplay

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She’s pretty lanky in her limbs and tends to hunch her shoulders when relaxed. I think she’s got a small happy trail over her stomach and she often braids her hair before sleeping

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Her sex drive is only high because of you. Now she’ll gladly have you every night if that's what you want. But, sex isn’t her main priority and she’s always game for a tame night in with tea and books or a movie instead

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

She doesn’t sleep quickly. I think sex is more refreshing for her than anything. Like, after an orgasm she’s ready for a shower and then goes off to do laundry. That is, she’s only leaving you if you fall asleep. But when it's very late at night though she’ll stay in bed, curled up with you and stroking your hair till she comes down enough to sleep

[wildflowerwoodsworld]

So, for those of you who don't know, Charlotte is my (current) favourite character. She's been one of my favourites since I started the series, but now she's in the top spot. Which means it's her turn to get put through torment in fic. Hey, that's just the price you pay for being the favourite.

Anyway, as those of you who are familiar with my writing probably know, I like pulling characters apart and figuring out what makes them tick so I can depict them falling apart in a more believeable way. For some characters it's fairly easy to figure out what the core of their motivation is (Asta wants to be acknowledged as worth something even though he lacks magic) others it's far harder (I still don't know what the fuck motivates Yami). I thought Charlotte would be a tricky one, until I was rereading the manga and came across this panel. (specifically the middle one)

(official VIZ media translation; volume 12, chapter 104, page 72)

She's just been cursed. We don't exactly how old she is in this scene (I tend to put her at twelve, for a couple of reasons, but that doesn't change the fact that canon hasn't actually given us an answer), or even why she's been cursed, but the fact remains that she has just been cursed. And yet she is the one reassuring her parents. She is telling them not to worry. She's the one telling them that she'll fix this. And she's just a kid! She is canonically just a kid!

(Official VIZ media translation, volume 18, chapter 169, page 130)

This is the start of Charlotte shouldering every burden she comes across. She has to do everything herself and if she can't she's not good enough (I know it's anime-only but her "I should be executed" line over being possessed against her will raises a lot of red flags for me). She also holds everyone else to these impossible standards, rejecting every suitor she meets immediately. If they can't keep up, they aren't good enough, and nobody can keep up. She's pushing herself harder and harder and harder because if she doesn't, if she doesn't give everything she has to break this curse then she definitely won't, and the curse activating its going to be her fault for not trying hard enough. She canonically calls herself pathetic and apologises when it inevitably activates. She sees this as a personal failing.

(official VIZ media translation, volume 12, chapter 104, pages 73 & 74)

Never mind the fact that she is, at most, twelve years old when cursed. Which means that she's lived a minimum of six years with it hanging over her head. Sure, she keeps saying she's going to break it, but there has to be a part of her who is convinced that, when she turns eighteen, she's basically going to die.

On top of that, the fact that she's cursed is caonically common knowledge. We get all the townspeople outside screaming about it. This implies that a lot of people know she's cursed. Know she's different. And, well, you're here on Tumblr. I'm sure you know what happens to people who are different. They get socially isolated. That would explain her trouble talking to people about her feelings. And her issues with expressing herself.

So, we've got this girl, who is no more than twelve, is suddenly being shunned by all her peers for something she can't control, has decided to shoulder the entire burden of this curse (everyone else we see talking about it in the flashback says "curse on House Roselei" or something to that effect, Charlotte says "my curse"), keeps pushing herself to try and do what, as far as we can tell from canon, is impossible, and is convinced that if she can't pull off the impossible she's going to basically die on her eigthteenth birthday.

Oh, and all of this is happening around the age she's supposed to be figuring herself out.

The fact that she is a fully functioning adult is a goddamn miracle.

Looping back to my original point though, I think that, at the core of her character, Charlotte is someone who wants to believe that she's worth saving. And not because of her power, or her family name, or her looks. She's desperate for someone to look and see her and see someone worth saving. But she's bad at expressing herself and also scared that if she lets anyone in close they're just going to let her down like everyone else she thought would save her when she was cursed did, so she snaps and she snarls and she drives people away because if people are going to leave anyway (because of the curse) then it's easier to drive them off first, because at least that way she can pretend it's what she wanted rather than being abandoned again.

[risingsoleil]

ok, but I need to hear more about Lin's acolyte persona?

So invested in her having an exhibionist kink- what does Tenzin thinks about it?

*Takes a shot and rolls neck*

I will be writing the evolution of Lin's acolyte persona in a couple oneshots for AU Linzin, at some point. If I don't, then I will honor it in some way on Tumblr and ao3

Lin's acolyte persona begins when she and Tenzin are teenagers.

Since it became public that Lin and Tenzin have officially started dating, there has been a lot of comments saying that the young Beifong is too abrasive and hard-edged for Tenzin.

Tenzin is leading an advanced meditation session for the first time, and Lin shows up at the end with a teapot and cups. He still hasn't received his tattoos because he has yet to master his own temper.

She walks up to him, slowly, intently, and with a calm smile. "Good morning, Master," she purrs. "Would you and the acolytes care for a cup of tea?"

Tenzin is instantly speechless and all he can do is nod. Lin seems so pure and innocent, gazing up at him with the softest doe eyes that arouses a protective instinct in him. The acolytes in this group are older and nod in approval at the softer display of Lin Beifong. Perhaps they were wrong about her. Tenzin seems to be doing a great job at taming and molding her into a suitable partner and future wife.

He can barely drink his cup of tea and he quickly dismisses the group. Lin shuffles away, turning over her shoulder to give him a shy and innocent smile. But right when he wants to chase after her, some of the acolytes approach him with comments and gratitude for the day's meditation. Tenzin is anxious af and wants to chase after his girlfriend, wherever the hell she is.

When he's finally free, Tenzin searches all over the main halls and hears some noise in his bedroom. Opening the door, Lin gasps softly and crosses her hands in front of her.

"I'm sorry, Master.

The door closes and he locks it. His eyes are dark and Lin's lips part again to say something else, but Tenzin's mouth crashes against hers instantly. Her body falls on his hard ass bed, but his arm cushions her neck and head from the force. HIs teeth dig into her lips aggressively and Lin parts her legs so he can settle between them.

Lin moans when Tenzin steals her breath away, his hands on her breasts and fighting to tear off her clothes.

"You're being so rough today, Master..."

"Good." He takes her hand and guides it closer to his crotch, and her fingers grasp at the hard bulge. "Feel what you're doing to me. I need you right now."

The acolyte persona emerged as a way to mock the stupid comments Linzin received about their relationship. Instead of letting it get to them, they turned it into a way to fuel their hormones.

Lin only calls Tenzin, "Master" when she wants him to fuck her, and sex only gets better for them over the years. By the time they reach their 50s and Korra is ready to learn airbending, Lin has conditioned her husband to get hard immediately when she calls him "Master."

She accidentally discovers that wearing acolyte robes and putting on that innocent and clueless acolyte persona puts Tenzin into beast mode, and his stamina goes through the roof. Several acolytes were hitting on Tenzin, thinking that Lin would never find out. Mid-conversation when those clueless groupies thought they were captivating Tenzin's interest, he almost stutters at what he sees.

Lin approaches them in red and yellow robes. The acolytes instantly shut up and move aside a little to make way for Lin. They take deep breaths expecting Lin to yell or throw a grumpy remark. But Lin's voice is so soothing and silky.

"Master, I need to talk to you."

Without a beat, Tenzin ignores the acolytes and rushes to Lin, grasping her hand and leading her away. He takes her to the top of the library where there's more privacy and a view of the city.

Tenzin was always able to last long, but in this mode, it's like lust replaces his blood and he needs to cum inside of her in every sex position in existence. Lin could barely speak after he made her cum 10 times in one session, and he was already giving her another one. Tenzin told her she can handle more and Lin swore she was in the spirit world.

He's fucking her half-dressed, still in a daze at how sexy Lin is in acolyte robes and also to burn this into his memories forever. Then several rounds later, her clothes are completely scattered on the floor and she's at his mercy.

Lin mysteriously lays low after that encounter, and rumors explode amongst the acolytes. Has Tenzin gotten rid of her and is now seeking a new wife? Are they already having marital troubles? They've only been married less than a year, but Lin doesn't seem intent on rebuilding the Air Nation.

Lin finally emerges on Tenzin's arm dressed in the deep red and orange robes. Her hand cradling a growing bump as she walks with her head high.

While there have been multiple instances of acolytes trying to overstep their boundaries, Lin and Tenzin have handled it with grace. By fucking somewhere where Lin's screams will be heard by the offending acolyte. In the case of a young acolyte named Pema, she not only heard Lin and Tenzin moaning and screaming each other's names, she ended up walking in on Tenzin eating out Lin on his desk.

AU Lin and Modern Lin both share an exhibitionist kink.

AU Tenzin is alright with fucking his wife in public places, but isn't comfortable with getting caught. After all, what if it's a reporter with a camera who takes photos of Lin to publish in the newspaper? Plus, he's a reputable and proper leader of the Air Nation, a councilman, a father, and spiritual leader. Lin having her exhibitionist urge pairs quite nicely with his urge to "control" her and make her listen to his commands, or else punishment.

Modern Tenzin is a bit turned on by it and still hasn't been convinced by Lin's suggestion to make a porno. The money is good and yes, it's hot to think that people could watch him pound her balls deep anonymously. It definitely risky when they're both horny at work and Lin is *willing* to fuck at school, but they both know it will ruin their careers if they indulge.

[cinderswife]

currently rotating rose red around in my brain so here's some outfits i designed for her (this is pre-meeting cinders btw)! bonus design notes under the cut :3

nude

i knew immediately that i wanted rose to be short and built like a brick shithouse. she is dense and compact and impossible to knock over. also, she gets to be a bear girl because everyone in my ouatis au is an animal eared person. its a fun concept i saw trawling the tumblr tag and i have decided it is very canon.

absolutely covered in freckles

yes those are top surgery scars. very recent in fact! its a cross between unrealized gender things and the pain of breasts that are just. too big. always.

her tail is usually too small to be seen from this angle but i wanted to show off her tiny red puff

most of her scars are from military combat with the exception of the top surgery scars and the one on her left hand which came from when she punched a window at the age of 15 defending snow from one of their dads getting super duper upset b/c snow was starting to date

she is 4'10" and so proud of it. will kick your ass if you're a dick about it

pajamas

nothing much to say here, she just. doesn't care all that much. tank top and sweat pants are the perfect combo of temperatures for her.

also she wears heart patterned boxers and we love her for that

military work uniform

do you know how hard it is to design a military uniform when you don't usually give a shit about the military. i spend so many hours going down worldbuilding subreddits and forums before i figured out something i was happy with. anyways! this is a non-combative officer's work uniform (aka the uniform rose wore when she was commander of the prison cinders was in). i picked red because it's the color most strongly associated with cole's army, but i figure that soldiers in combat would have better camouflage built into their uniforms.

the patch on her left shoulder (the one with the deer) is the symbol for colonel. it's also mirrored on a smaller scale on her breast. cole's army uses animals to mark higher ranks

the other shoulder patch marks her current assignment

i liked white as an accent color because of its prevalence in the album. also it looks nice!

the sleeve stripes and the chevrons both indicate that she is a very important officer

the other patches on her breast are the simplified coat of arms for her noble house (the house of grimm) and all of the medals she has earned in her 11 years of service

military dress uniform

the fancy version of her uniform for Events and Public Appearances. it's a bit darker in tone for the sake of visual interest and has a lot more accessories. this one was a nightmare to color i stg but i'm super happy with the way it turned out.

you get to see all her medals! she has complicated feelings on them but they are shiny and look very nice so.

the stripes, chevrons, and deer are all the same as the work uniform for some easy visual shorthand of her rank

the only time rose will ever wear a tie or any other neck decoration because it's regulation.

i liked the way a black undershirt looked over a white one, no other reason lol

the bear medal is because the bear is a symbol of her noble family. most people have a cougar of some sort instead.

the sword and the lion are both special awards granted specifically by cole. the lion in particular came from her first deployment where she accidentally changed the tides on the invasion of the perrault (cinders' planet) and became a war hero/propaganda piece at 19

the boots have buckles. they are never quite tight enough and its annoying.

casual dress

off duty, rose wears crisp, well tailored masc outfits. she knows how to dress herself to look effortlessly important due to being raised noble but she doesn't think too hard about it.

she wears shorts instead of full pants whenever she can get away with it. snow hates this.

no she is not buttoning up all the way. why would you make her put this much effort into it. she's hotter with it undone

fun fact: i initially made her vest and shorts green but i decided that blue looked nicer

fancy dress

i've elected to go with a 1700s inspired look for the nobility. it's very fairytale-esque and also allows me to have fun with it! i wanted to do more embroidery, but i wound up not having the patience for such a thing. ah well, what i've got looks nice enough.

rose usually wears cool colors in her formal outfits. this purple is a particular favorite of hers because it goes really nicely with her hair and ears without being obnoxious

once again, rose out here avoiding any sort of neck accessory or hat. accessories that annoy her for $10,000

the lilac undershirt is not connected to the off-white trousers it's two separate pieces.

the gold accents cut a very striking figure and also look very pretty <3

the boots are supposed to be longer and pointier but idk how well i pulled that off aha

she's very handsome and i love her

[the-badger-mole]

Fall Apart, Love. It's Alright

Inspired by this post from @metaorigin

This is the short story that Tumblr decided to eat half of last week. I had spent hours researching what technology and medicine would make sense in the setting of ATLA, so I was a bit...peeved when I lost all that work. I wasn't able to remember exactly what I wrote, but I decided to finish it anyway. Well... for better or worse, here it is.

When the pain got to be too much, Zuko insisted that Katara see the palace physician.

"I'm a healer," Katara scoffed. "I can figure this out on my own." She winced as the vibrations of her voice hit her sensitive teeth. Zuko sighed and poured her another cup of tea. Iroh had put together a medicinal blend that numbed the gums for a bit, but it was a temporary relief at best. Still, Katara drained her cup quickly and gratefully.

"I don't like seeing you in pain," Zuko said. "And you've had to take two days off this week because of your headaches." Katara shifted in her seat uncomfortably, and shrugged.

"It's not a cavity," she said. "So whatever's wrong, I'm sure it'll pass." She press her hands to either side of her nose. Zuko noted that the area looked a bit puffy and red, as if she had a cold, but without all the other telltale symptoms.

"Please, Katara," Zuko reached over and took her hand. "I'm asking as a friend to let my physician take a look. I know you're an incredible healer, but whatever is wrong isn't an injury. You're just treating the symptoms. The physician can figure out the cause." Katara huffed and rolled her eyes.

"You're very free and easy with that 'as a friend' thing," she said. "I don't think I like it." Zuko grinned and clasped her hand in both of his.

"I'll stop using it when it stops working," he said. "Is it still working?" Katara rolled her eyes again, but Zuko saw her resolve crack a moment before she shook her head in annoyance. Her cheeks flushed a dusky pink.

"Fine," she relented. "I'll see the physician."

-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-

Katara thought at that moment she had never hated Zuko more in her life. The physician, Dr. Orito, had seen her immediately, of course. No matter what her schedule looked like that day, when the Fire Lord personally asked for an appointment, and appointment was found immediately. That was how a mere hour after Katara had agreed to have the physician examine her, Katara found herself in a reclining chair with the severe-looking woman prodding the sensitive area at the back of her jaw with unfamiliar long metal tools. The physician hummed thoughtfully and frowned at whatever she was seeing in Katara's mouth.

"It seems your ghost teeth are growing in wrong, Ambassador," Dr. Orito said at last.

"Ghost teeth?" Katara repeated, scrunching up her nose.

"I'm not sure what they would be called in the Southern Tribe would call them," the physician said slowly, as if considering her words. "Most people have what we call in the Fire Nation ghost teeth. After all of our regular teeth grow in, the ghost teeth mostly stay beneath the surface of our gums. Some believe that there just isn't enough space in the average mouth for them to emerge properly. Sometimes, those teeth continue to grow or shift and they cause other problems, like the ones you've been experiencing. They push against your regular teeth and they cause a lot of pain. I know you are a healer, but this isn't necessarily something that requires healing in that sense.

"Then what do I do about it?" Katara asked, her face still twisted in confusion. The physician looked down at her grimly.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-

"I'm not doing it, Zuko!" Katara paced the floor in front of Zuko's desk in agitation.

"Katara-"

"It's unreasonable! It's insane! It's...it's weird!"

"Katara-" Zuko tried speaking a bit louder as he stood.

"She expects me to let her take a knife to my mouth and...and remove my teeth!"

"Katara!" Zuko moved around his desk and caught Katara by her shoulders mid-turn. He paused when he saw the look in Katara's eyes. She was afraid. Whatever he had been preparing to say died on his lips and he pulled her into a tight hug.

"You're going to be alright," he promised her. "Uncle had the same procedure done years ago, and he got through it just fine. The techniques and medicine have come a long way since then, too." Katara's fingers curled into the fabric at Zuko's shoulders and she held onto him tightly.

"This is all your fault, you know," she sniffed. "I didn't need surgery until you made me go see your stupid physician."

"She came highly recommended," Zuko assured her, rubbing her back comfortingly. "And you'll feel a lot better after your ghost teeth are gone." Katara pulled back and met Zuko's eyes.

"Will you stay with me for the surgery?" she asked.

"I can't be in the room with you," Zuko told her. "But I'll be right there when you wake up."

"When I wake up?" Katara gasped in horror. "They're going to drug me?"

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

Zuko was true to his word. The day of Katara's procedure, he walked with her to Dr. Orito's office, surprising both the physician and her assistant. Katara let them lead her inside the same examination room where she had been diagnosed two days earlier. With one last fearful glance over her shoulder at Zuko, the door shut, and Zuko settled into his seat in the waiting area.

Time passed slowly, but eventually, the hour passed, and Dr. Orito stepped out of the examination room. She started when she saw Zuko was still there.

"How did it go?" he asked. Dr. Orito blinked a few times, straightened out her medical robe- the ones with the tight sleeves to keep her hands unhindered- and cleared her throat.

"The procedure was successful," she told Zuko once she'd gathered herself. "She's waking up now. It may take few minutes, but by the time you send for her attendant, and I go over Master Katara's care plan for the next few days, she should be alright to leave." Zuko waved her off.

"I can take her back to her rooms," he said. "And I'll be helping with her care, so you can give me the instructions." Dr. Orito paused, but her face gave away nothing of what she was thinking.

"Well, in that case," she cleared her throat again and motioned for Zuko to follow her into her office. There was a basket full of sachets and glass vials, and a small scroll of instructions for the various medications Katara would need for the pain and to prevent any potential infections.

"Depending on how she's feeling, Master Katara may try to heal herself tomorrow," Dr. Orito said, "and that may make most of this irrelevant. However, for today at least, she can't have anything solid or too hot. She can have things like soup or congee or boiled potatoes without the skins, but they should be room temperature. The same instructions for tomorrow, if she is too tired to heal herself. There is extra gauze in here. The bleeding in her gums should stop in an hour or two, but it should be changed every half hour, depending on how heavy the bleeding is." Dr. Orito paused. "There are instructions on that, if her maid will be doing that." Zuko waved her off again.

"I don't have any plans this afternoon," he said. "I'll take care of her. A little blood doesn't bother me." Again, Dr. Orito hesitated, and again her face betrayed nothing of her thoughts. She just nodded and handed Zuko the basket.

"She will be a bit out of it for the next hour or so," Dr. Orito warned Zuko. "Then she'll start to feel the pain, so make sure to give her her first dose of pain medicine in an hour. Sleeping is fine, but if she develops any symptoms of infection, send for me immediately." With that, Dr. Orito took Zuko back to the exam room, where her assistant was helping Katara into an upright position.

"Can you swing your legs over to the side," the assistant asked Katara. "I'll move you to the wheelchair." Katara blinked up at him in surprise.

"I have... to get in a wheelchair?" she asked confusedly through a mouthful of gauze. She looked over at the wheelchair suspiciously. "Did you take my legs?" Zuko turned to Dr. Orito, worry already causing a furrow in his brow.

"This is totally normal," she assured him. "We sedated her with blue poppy and lufang, and we numbed her mouth with keke. It can take a while for the effects to wear off."

"Right..."Zuko said uncertainly. Dr. Orito had warned him Katara would be out of it for a while, but this was worse than he was expecting.

"You can try walking if you'd like," the assistant was telling Katara. "But it's an awful long walk back to your rooms."

"I'm not in my room?" Katara looked around with unfocused eyes, and then turned to the assistant with a suspicious glare. "Did you kidnap me? Why would you do that? That's not cool!"

"You're not kidnapped, Katara," Zuko stepped forward to help Dr. Orito's assistant move Katara to the wheelchair. "I'm right here."

"I don't know where I am!" Katara chided Zuko. "They took me from my room and my legs."

"Your legs are fine," Zuko couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out from his chest. "But you're drugged, so we need to put you in a wheelchair for now."

"Drugged!" Katara yelped. She turned to Dr. Orito's assistant and gestured wildly at Zuko. "See? Kidnapped! Uncool! I'm gonna tell m'dad. He'll beat you up." By now Zuko was biting on the inside of his lips to keep from laughing. His presence made Katara cooperative enough that he and the physician assistant were able to transfer Katara safely to the wheelchair. Her eyes landed Dr. Orito and her face lit up.

"Hey, Doc!" She waved at the physician. "Are you taking my ghost now?"

"I already did," Dr. Orito assured her. "You're going to go have a rest now."

"You already did it?" Katara asked. "Where was I? Am I going to die without my ghost?"

"You're going to be just fine, your excellency," the assistant said with a kind pat on Katara's hand.

"You think I'm excellent?" Katara's unfocused gaze turned back the the man she had accused of kidnapping her minutes before, and she teared up. "That's so nice of you! I'm sorry I asked my dad to beat you up. I'll tell him not to, okay?" Katara was weeping now. "You're a friend. And Doc."

"I should get her to her rooms," Zuko said. He looked down at Katara who was still crying in her wheelchair and declaring her undying friendship with the physician and her assistant. She would hate for anyone else to see her like this. "We'll take the back way."

With heartfelt and tearful goodbyes, Zuko slipped into the servants' passageway and took Katara back to her suite with no further incident. She had stopped crying by the time they reached her sitting room. She was poking at her face and lips when Zuko turned back from shutting the door.

"Is my face swollen?" she asked Zuko. There actually was some swelling, but she didn't seem all that interested in his answer. She was prodding her mouth now, and as Zuko moved forward to stop her, she pulled a piece of bloody gauze out of her mouth and gasped in horror.

"My tongue!" she wailed. "My tongue just came out!"

"It's not your tongue." Zuko scrambled to take the used gauze away and throw it into her wastebasket.

"My tongue!" Katara stared up at Zuko, her face contorted in horror at what he'd just done. "You threw away my tongue."

"That wasn't your tongue," Zuko said, kneeling beside her. "It's still there." Katara still seemed distressed, but she trusted Zuko enough to stick her tongue out and went cross-eyed trying to see it. She reached up and felt it with her fingertips, then she balked in shock. "Two tongues!"

Zuko made the executive decision that it was time for Katara to eat something. He sent for congee, tea, and any suitably soft snacks for her, then settled her comfortably on the daybed in her sitting room. He was going to get her pain medicine, but Katara slid her hand into his and held fast.

"You're my best friend," Katara told him.

"I think Dr. Orito's assistant will be jealous," Zuko laughed.

"He's a friend," Katara stressed. "You're my best friend. I don't love them like I love you." Zuko's breath caught, and he gave Katara's hand a gentle squeeze.

"You're my best friend, too," he told her.

"I don't love anyone like I love you," Katara said, giving his arm a gently shake. "Do you love me?" Zuko didn't trust himself to answer that. She was heavily medicated and in love with the whole world at the moment. She would likely not remember this conversation tomorrow. That made Zuko a little braver.

"I love you more than anything," he told her. Katara beamed at him, sending a line of drool spilling down her chin. Zuko pulled his sleeve over his hand and wiped it away.

"When are you going to marry me?" Katara asked. Zuko froze with his hand still suspended between them. Then Katara screwed her face up in confusion. "Wait. We aren't dating."

Lunch arrived just then, giving Zuko an excuse to pull away from her, though the look the startled servant gave him assured him that his face was as red as it was hot. he thanked the man for delivering the food and dismissed him. Katara was asleep when Zuko returned to her side. The food was still hot, so he thought there was no harm in letting her nap for a little while. He sat down at her feet and let his head roll backwards. Katara's words replayed in his mind, and he let himself follow that train of thought and wondered if Katara really felt that way about him or if it was the drugs. She stirred and sat up, blinking blearily at him.

"Are you ready to eat?" he asked her. Katara shook her head and curled into his side. Zuko wrapped his arm around her protectively, and she sighed contentedly.

"Thank you for taking care of me," she murmured, already half-asleep again. Zuko rested his cheek against the top of her head. Maybe he would muster up the courage to explore Katara's impromptu marriage proposal after she was feeling better.

"Always happy to."

[rivailshootin]

I keep thinking about p!Leo with F!Donnie. or p!Leo with F!Leo, even

tw: nsfw, teasing, a bit of S&M, accidental voyeurism at the end

are we. are we allowed to post these kinda things on tumblr. I'm not sure I'm prepared for twitter. I haven't thought this through

they're both so much bigger than p!Leo, I bet if they sandwiched him between them you would barely even see him - and p!Leo is just a flustered mess between them, because goddammit this is his twin who dislikes physical contact and super hot and competent version of himself from the future.

F!Leo and F!Donnie already having an established relationship and deciding to mess with p!Leo. F!Donnie making sure to give p!Leo more attention than usual, lingering touches while passing by, subtly showing off his arms and such

meanwhile, F!Leo takes advantage of p!Leo’s admiration of himself - calling him to train to show him some moves, pressing himself against p!Leo's back to fix his posture, casually grabbing him by the waist and leaning towards his face when giving him advice

all while Leo is having a crisis because is he really that narcissistic? did he always feel like that about Donnie, does he need to review their whole relationship? having a whole spiral that just gets shut down the moment F!Donnie puts a hand on his shoulder while asking him if he wants to spend evening with him and F!Leo while everyone else is out. Splinter is on vacation thanks to Barry, humans are at April's and the boys are probably on a patrol, it's been pretty quiet after the invasion so while thinking it's a bit weird they don't mind when Leo tells them he's hanging back with the future twins

the moment Raph, Donnie and Mikey are gone the game between F!Leo and F!Donnie starts - who can crack down p!Leo first. if p!Leo was flustered before, now his face matches his markings. pressing p!Leo into their sides, talking right beside his ear slits, at one point they play some games together and p!Leo keeps losing because he's too distracted by their hands on his thighs.

eventually, p!Leo ends up in F!Leo's lap with F!Donnie right next to them, when it gets too much and he finally gives up, grinding onto F!Leo's thigh. immediately after everything freezes, before F!Leo chuckles and grabs p!Leo's hips and pushing him down as he's moving his leg up, grinding p!Leo onto his thigh just like he had done so himself moments prior

F!Donnie, watching all this joins into the action and starts whispering sweet filth into p!Leo's throat, one of his hands moving to squeeze p!Leo's tail, making p!Leo drop into his shorts. it's not long before they have him moaning and twitching, nearing p!Leo's release when both of them abruptly stop. p!Leo doesn't even realise he started whining until he feels fingers at his entrance, pushing into him before he has a chance to protest. the burn is there and it's extremely uncomfortable, even with how wet p!Leo is. the digit starts moving inside him, stopping shortly after with a small 'tsk' and mutterings about needing to fetch lube.

the Leos wait together for Donnie to return, F!Leo checking with p!Leo that he's actually okay with what's happening and getting positive answer in return. F!Donnie returns and pushes p!Leo to sit on his knees above F!Leo's leg, taking off his shorts in the process and throwing them aside, p!Leo winds his arms around F!Leo's neck and F!Donnie moves to stand plastron to carapace with p!Leo. this time with lube, F!Donnie's fingers return to p!Leo's entrance, pushing obscene moan from his mouth. F!Leo starts pressing kisses onto the younger's face, throat, and shoulders, letting out a startled groan when he feels hands on his dick. F!Donnie started jerking him off from around p!Leo, pulling out his fingers and moving p!Leo's arms to jerk off F!Leo. when F!Donnie's satisfied, he moves away from them both and lines up with p!Leo's entrance, smoothly ramming his dick in and bottoming out with one thrust.

p!Leo is seeing stars and the burn is back, just as his cock is weeping from the lack of attention but he's too far gone to do anything except to keep begging for more and grinding back onto F!Donnie's dick. he drags p!Leo further down on the couch as he's pulling back his hips, until p!Leo is low enough for F!Leo to push p!Leo's head onto his dick. not giving p!Leo any chance to adjust to the new position - F!Leo knows himself, knows he likes it rough - F!Leo starts sharply thrusting into p!Leo's mouth while F!Donnie sets a brutal pace, sighing his claws into p!Leo's hips. F!Donnie and F!Leo synchronise so they're pushing in at the same time, stuffing p!Leo from both ends at the same time. with a particularly rough thrust from F!Donnie, p!Leo lets out a high-pitched wail around F!Leo's cock, strangled curse the only warning he gets before F!Leo is grabbing him by his nape and pushing his head down until he's choking on his dick with snout pressed against F!Leo's pelvis, cum shooting down his throat, giving him no choice but to swallow.

F!Donnie continues to slam into p!Leo, intent on making him cum untouched, right hand on p!Leo's hip while the other keeps squeezing Leo's thigh and ass. knowing he's not gonna last long, he bends over and sharply bites down on p!Leo's shoulder, strong enough to make him thrash and start warbling around F!Leo's dick still lodged in his throat. with one last powerful thrust F!Donnie pushes over the edge, his load shooting inside of p!Leo setting off his own orgasm. when F!Donnie's caught his breath enough, he pulls out and gathers p!Leo into his arms with shaky legs, heading for the bathroom. F!Leo cleans up after their activities before joining them in the shower for the 2nd round.

p!Donnie knew his twin was behaving weirdly when he told them he wasn't going to join them on patrol, but decided he's gonna find out what's that about later. when he and his brothers returned home, the trio was already asleep. Raph and Mikey thought they just got tired, but p!Donnie had a feeling there was something more to it. and behold, when he checked the security tapes, he quickly found what made p!Leo behave so weirdly. even after jerking off to the recording, it wasn't enough and no matter how much he tried nothing helped, making him go to the bed aroused and frustrated.

[deliciouskeys]

@cozycornerkinktober's prompt #7: DIY P*rn

Documentary (Butchlander)

@xieyaohuan expressed interest in my take on DIY P*rn. The verdict: I think it's hilarious and don't know what I'm doing. They're in an established relationship here, I'm not going to even bother explaining how or why for a ficlet. Warnings: rated E, HL being HL. Maybe I don't have to censor p*rn, but I'm not taking any chances, Tumblr. AO3 link.

Butcher didn’t really know what he was getting into when he agreed to have sex in Homelander’s apartment. He should have known. The decor was creepy enough but the mirrors, the fucking panoramic mirrors, should have clued him in that his sex partner was insane. Not just in the drunk-with-power-and-fine-with-harming-people-insane sense. The let’s-sit-and-watch-a-play-by-play-of-our-previous-sex-session brand of insane.

The sick cunt can’t seem to wrap his mind around people not wanting to be filmed without consent. Or not wanting the sextape played on several large screens, with the volume cranked up, bass boosted, which is the scene Butcher walks into when he strolls out of the shower. 

“Why the hell are you watching this?!” Butcher immediately tries to snatch the remote off the big ugly leather sofa but Homelander’s hand puts it out of reach faster. The cunt gives him a brief glare.

“I want to relive it.”

Butcher slumps down on the sofa, the bath towel still wrapped around his waist, and watches in spite of himself. It’s an aerial view of them getting ready, undressing, Homelander lying back and hooking his hands around his inner knees. He clearly glances up at the camera.

“Okay, so there’s a camera behind your ceiling mirror,” Butcher says, grimacing as he distinctly hears lube being squirted into his palm although you can’t see much more than the top of his head. “But where the fuck is the sound getting recorded from?”

“What do you mean?” Homelander asks, but he doesn’t tear his eyes off the screen where Butcher has now undressed and slowly positioned himself between Homelander’s legs. “There’s a couple of microphones in my bedroom. On the nightstand and on the wall.”

“So you use surveillance equipment to record sex sessions? You didn’t think to ask me before we started?”

Homelander shrugs. “I don’t understand what your problem is. The only people who have access to this are me and you.”

“Until your cloud account is hacked.” Butcher scoffs. “And I’m sure everyone and their mother in Vought Analytics can watch this too. Probably watching it right now.”

Suddenly the camera angle shifts and it’s a side view of the proceedings.

“How many cameras are there? One behind each mirror or something? And when the fuck did you have time to edit this footage together? Were you up all night working on this?” 

Homelander scoffs and shrugs his shoulders dismissively. “This isn’t Dawn of the Seven editing here. I just took the best angles. Not like it took me hours to do it.”

It’s not clear what Homelander is getting out of watching this, because he’s fully dressed in uniform and definitely not touching himself. He might as well be watching a documentary.

Despite his disgust at the entire thing, Butcher’s eyes keep being drawn to the screen. It is interesting to see himself fuck from the side view. The Homelander onscreen makes breathy little lewd noises at every thrust, tossing his head side to side. It looked random yesterday, but now Butcher realizes he’s vamping for the cameras that only he knows are there. Butcher winces when he sees his screen self grab hold of Homelander’s neck. It’s not an action that can harm the supe but it’s plain to see that Butcher enjoys doing violent-looking things to the man underneath him.

“We look good,” Homelander says, beaming, wholly unperturbed by the fact that his partner fantasizes about throttling him, apparently just taken with the aesthetics.

Butcher’s mind is still put off by the existence of this footage, but his body is starting to respond to the sights and sounds on the screen. He considers crossing his legs, but then decides against stifling anything. If this cunt is going to provoke him with their own pornography he better be prepared to deal with the consequences. 

The Homelander onscreen arches violently, mewling.

“There, right there.” Homelander pauses the video.

“What about it?” Butcher asks. The still does look like a work of art, every muscle in Homelander’s body looking tensed, something that could be ecstasy or agony.

Homelander rewinds a few seconds back. “I came without, you know, coming. With my cock. It’s never happened to me before.”

Butcher shrugs. “I think I remember. You were shaking and seizing and then went all limp.”

“It’s never happened before. I’m trying to figure out what you did differently.”

Butcher shakes his head. “I’m sure it’s nothing I did. You’re just mentally turned on at home, staring at yourself, showing off for your Big Brother setup.”

Homelander seems annoyed. “I was trying to compliment you.”

“I mean, I’ll take it,” Butcher says. “But you were acting pretty differently on your own bed. I thought you were faking it a little. Now I know why, at least. Hamming it up.”

Butcher’s finding it hard to stand it any longer. The video is still playing, the Homelander onscreen lying limp and sweaty in the aftermath of his dry orgasm while the Butcher onscreen just keeps on keeping on. Homelander’s body is so relaxed and loose that now his head lolls with every thrust into his body. “Fuck me harder,” he says breathily, but it’s loud on the speakers. Butcher’s erection is tenting the bath towel he’s wearing. Homelander glances over and presses his hand against it, eliciting a hiss from Butcher. 

“If you’re going to touch it, take off your damn gloves and open the towel at least,” Butcher mutters.

Homelander blinks and sits still for a moment, before doing just that, bare hands reaching down and stroking his length. Butcher groans when Homelander leans over and his mouth descends over his cock, that supernaturally strong suction making Butcher see actual stars in front of his eyes. He leans his head back on the couch, breathing hard, trying not to thrust, not because he doesn’t want to hurt the cunt’s throat but because…. Well… Butcher is having trouble keeping his train of thought. He keeps watching the porn onscreen, although his vision is hazy. The camera angle has switched to the other side view. The Homelander onscreen seems to have recovered from his little death, wrapped his legs tightly around Butcher’s hips and is pushing back to meet the thrusts. The Homelander offscreen has started humming in time with the lewd moans he’s making on the tape, and Butcher can’t help it, can’t keep himself from grabbing the cunt’s head by the golden hair and pushing his head down to take his cock to the hilt, even as his hips jerk upward. Homelander makes a choking sound but doesn’t stop sucking, swallowing down every drop even as Butcher’s body comes down and he sits on the couch bonelessly.

Butcher slowly gets his wits back, and his onscreen counterpart has also finished and slumped down on Homelander’s body (aerial view camera only showing Homelander’s face mostly hidden behind Butcher’s shoulder, only blue eyes peeking out).

“So you just record everyone you sleep with in that room?” he finally asks, his voice still strange and husky. How many of these sextapes does this cunt have?

“I guess,” Homelander says, then mumbles something quietly while turning away.

“Come again?”

“I said, you’re the first person who agreed to sleep in that bed.” Homelander’s still looking away, down at the floor. “Cause apparently it’s a ‘weird setup’,” he airquotes and Butcher has to wonder who said those exact words. Maybe Maeve? But this supe cunt actually sounds hurt about it.

Butcher suddenly gets up and grabs Homelander by the hand, still bare, which always causes a startle in him.

“Come on. Let’s go to your ‘weird setup’ and peel you back out of that uniform.” 

“You just came…” Homelander protests, as if Butcher needed the reminder.

“You don’t think I can improvise?” Butcher chuckles. 

When he’s got Homelander toppled over on the bed, and undoing the buttons holding the hard shell of his suit together he adds, quietly in the cunt’s ear. “But if you make those little slutty sounds like you did last night, I’m sure I’ll be ready to go again soon.”

Homelander makes a small whimper at those words, as if on cue.

[no27-autonation-honda]

*gets hit with the f1 ask game beam*

tagged by both @oxygenpdf and @flyingcakeee!! Thanks <3

Who is your favorite driver?

I'm a new fan and I haven't begun properly my Summer Of Race Car Homework so it's all current drivers, but Alex Albon and Logan Sargeant are my faves.

Do you have any other favorite drivers?

I am new, and I honestly like a lot of them. My other faves are probably Zhou Guanyu (fascinated by that man), Yuki Tsunoda (fellow short king), and Oscar Piastri (April Aries Solidarity)

EDIT: FORGOT TO MENTION GEORGE RUSSELL, HAUNTED DOLL OF A MAN WHO I AM VERY INTRIGUED AND COMPELLED BY

Who is your least favorite driver?

I don't really have a least favorite! I don't really know anything about either driver for Haas I guess. So maybe them by default? My sister went to a robotics meet this year sponsored by Haas and decided she will root against them forever because of that meet tho. (this is possibly one of her funniest choices. she does not pay attention to motorsports at all, and only glances over my shoulder to ask how bad things are going for Haas)

Do you pull for drivers or do you like teams as well?

I am definitely driver based, but I picked the Williams team (more on this later) because I managed to catch the portion of pre-season testing where Albon was in the commentary box doing his champagne bit and I like. immediately decided I was rooting for him and Williams by extension. But bc of how i engage with sports I definitely also like teams (sorta. race car homework will decide how much I do later maybe)

If you like teams, what team do you pull for?

Williams (Albon and Logan and then got hit with Lia Block in F1Academy. Lia Block I Would Kill For You) but also Sauber (I pick teams based on color frequently and that green matched my hair last year, and is my fave type of green)

If you could take over as team principal for any team, who would it be and why?

Please christ do not put me in any situation of leadership. Just make me be in charge of like. whatever fuckin weird challenges they make em do on grill the grid. That i would be okay at I think.

How long have you been in F1

Uhhhh....February this year? I was *aware* of it and had friends into it before, and I knew like Hamilton and Verstappen before this year, and I knew who Schumacher was (VAGUELY!) but uh yeah. New Entry. New As Hell Entry, Even.

What got you into F1?

This is actually very funny. A couple buddies of mine have joked that they were gonna get me into motorsports for AGES, because it is "the perfect sport for me" and our new year resolution was to begin that process with nascar, since its "my cultural heritage as a redneck." (this is DEEPLY true and I cannot deny my family ties to nascar, redneckery, and general car silliness) February rolls around and Hamilton to Ferrari gets announced and I, recognizing who Lewis Hamilton is and being deeply surprised by the tumblr news bulletin text my friends to check in on em.

Group response is, "JESUS CHRIST!"

The following response is something to the tune of: "We're changing it up actually. Gee, you love sketchy business practices, financial crime, adrenaline junkie tendencies, weird contract trivia, AND athletes who are weird as fuck, Gee. We're starting you with F1 instead. have fun, please enjoy white collar crime and car racing. we will give u homework when the semester's over" And they did.

So I started following blogs posting memes, binged a few seasons of dts and analyzed the editing bc im a reality tv scholar in my heart and also the editing in that show is FASCINATING TO ME, and started watching highlights and found ways to watch the races, and boy. its a lot of fun! I was really surprised how chatty everyone is/seems to be in the fandom (and in the sports fandoms I guess?) so that's definitely helped.

Do you enjoy fanfic/rpf?

I will read literally any kind of fanfiction if the AU pitch is wild enough and boy does athlete rpf give writers good stuff to work with. I'm a former fanfic editor/beta reader, if the concept compels me I am here for it. Also, I love enabling crazy aus (hi wiz! <3) even if im not an rpf writer myself.

How do you view new fans?

I *AM* a new fan! I try to be conscious of my relative newness, but I'm enthusiastic to be here and having fun. So. Hope that's working!

Are your friends and family into F1 as well?

No, but we're a nascar family and we used to always be on a little family trip to my grandparents' house during the same week as the Indy500, so growing up we'd all be very sunburned and therefore hiding out inside while that race was on, so I grew up watching the indy500 (very different from nascar but this is also my fams only interaction with indy). I'm working on getting into nascar for the family, and Indy just to be the family's indycar and f1 correspondent.

For the friends, I do have those friends into f1 and theyre all gems and some of the oddest people I've ever experienced (very much the lesbians/gays who watch all sports stereotype), however the Car Chatter has always gone over my head until this year, but ya know. you move away and get busy so keeping track of hobbies and sports is hard when you arent religiously blocking someone every time a rivalry match goes down lol

Are you open to talking to other fans/making friends?

Of course! I am a very extroverted and social person I love making friends <333

i'll be real i have no clue who has and hasnt been tagged yet so im just gonna throw some names out and hope at least one of yall hasnt gotten this notification already lmao and if u haven't been tagged yet but follow me and would like to answer questions, consider this me tagging u spiritually

@two-tyred-problems, @wisteriagoesvroom, @stockcarbaby24 and @kissingwalls

[rieeeeestufffff]

[JEALOUS CLASS PRESIDENT]

i just decided to post my first story here in tumblr hope you guys like it, Btw this story has a part 2.

pairing: college student!S.hanbin x college student f!reader.

genre: fluff

warnings: slightly curse

wc: 1.4k

synopsis: wherein s.hanbin stopping himself to confess because of a certain someone.

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Y/N POV

ughh another day another stress....i walk alone in the hallway feeling drained some students might think that i look like a zombie.

"y/n!y/n!y/n!"..aishh this guy really...

"Good morning!"he said walking next to me..this guy is always so energetic every morning..

"hello"i weakly said to him, he looked at me for a second.

"you look like a zombie"he said stopping himself from laughing.

"I know" i shortly replied because i don't have the energy to talk much.

"do you want coffee?"he asked looking through his phone.

"i want to but we're already here..."he suddenly shoved his phone to my face making me stop.

"I'm already on it"he said turning off his phone screen..as if i saw it pabo...then we continued to walk until we reached our classroom.

"what?"i confusedly ask while looking at him.

"i already asked someone to buy us a coffee since they're coming late"he said then proceed to put his arm around my shoulder.

"someone? you mean leejeong?"i asked him and he just nodded.

"he's already late yet you make him buy a coffee"i said feeling bad for leejeong, he just shrugged his shoulder.

"he insists"he said...aishh this guy really(2)....

"oh look!"he suddenly turns me towards the classroom door where there is a guy who went straight to his place...he's just doing his thing but why does he need to be so handsome!??..

"He-"i stopped talking when he suddenly turned his head on us.

i immediately look at park hanbin-who's next to me-when we suddenly had an eye contact.

"why?"parkbin asks confused then he look where sung hanbin is then look back at me.

"he's looking at you girl!!your crush is looking at you!!"i shush him because his voice is getting too loud.

S.HANBIN POV

As I entered my department building i went straight to my classroom.

my classmates greet me so do i but the person who i really want to greet me is busy talking to her friend..as always...

I'm busy doing my things when i feel like someone is looking at me,so i look around when my eyes are locked with her... she's so pretty f*ck!!..

she suddenly turns her head then her friend look at me then back to her.I just continue doing my things....why do i feel jealous?i don't even like her? or do i?...i just shook my head.

Y/N POV

ughh i almost got caught checking him out wait i didn't come out as weird right? omg!!!this is so embarrassing!!...i space out then i flinch when i feel a hot thing press on my cheeks.

"wth?!"i said then look at my side it was leejeong, he just smiled at me.

"you must be really tired"he said and sat behind me.I just nodded and said thanks for the coffee.

"you know y/n crush caught her staring at him"p.hanbin suddenly started telling leejeong my embarrassing sh*t.

"why don't you just confess?"leejeong asks leaning forward..i wish i can..then the professor enters the room.

"I'm not ready yet"i said laying my head on the table then p.hanbin play with my hair.

"girl just try, if he rejects you then move on, that's it"p.hanbin said,i just nodded.

TIME SKIP...

leejeong and p.hanbin left already while i'm here in the library finishing my drawing.I'm too busy to notice the person standing next to me.

"Why are you still here?"i flinched when i heard that voice.I immediately looked up and saw s.hanbin...oh Lord what do i do....

"ahm finishing this"i showed him the drawing as he sat next to me..oh my heart!!!...

"it's pretty"he said then he took out his notebook along with a book and pen.

"you're going to study?"I asked him and he nodded.I stood up on my seat ready to go but he stopped me.

"where are you going?"he asked while holding my wrist.

"go home, i don't want to disturb you"he shook his head and told me to sit.

"trust me you're not but you're beauty might"he said but he mumbled something i didn't quite hear.

"I'll just be quiet so that you can study well"i said and continue to do my drawing.

we both sat in a comfortable silence...i thought it would be so awkward...

S.HANBIN POV

I finished reviewing all my works with nothing to worry about anymore.I look at the girl beside me who's still busy in her drawing..how did i fall for her again? thanks to hao hyung now i know that i like this girl...but does she and her friend have a thing?aishh...

"So your hobby is drawing?"i curiously asked making her look at me, She nodded with a smile.

"ahm yes, drawing is my hobby ever since in elementary"she said then continue to draw.I look outside and it's getting late.

"it's already time"i said then start packing my things.

"i didn't notice"she said as she also started packing her things..i think her friends have already left..

"let's go?"i said and waited for her to finish packing up.

"you can go first"she said and i shook my head taking her tote bag on her shoulder.

"I can't let a girl walk alone at this hour who knows what will happen"i said as we walked towards the exit, we bowed to the librarian as we passed her by.

"do you live near here?"she asks as we exit the school gate.

"you know the cafe near here, we live next to that"i said and she nodded.

"oh you mean the Blooming Cafe?"she said looking up to me and i nodded.

"my friends and i are always there every weekends"she continue and continue telling me how she didn't notice the house next to it.

"well we're here"i said and opened the door for her.The cafe is still open and there are still some students inside.

we went to the table near the counter then we put our things.

"what do you want?"i ask her while she looks at the menu.. she's so cute when she focus on something....

"ahmm coffee latte and a slice of strawberry cake"i nodded as i let her sit first then i went behind the counter to make her order.

Y/N POV

I was confused when i saw s.hanbin went behind the counter.Is he working here?or what if his family owns this?.Then suddenly the owner went up to me.

"Hi Good evening"i stand up and bow at her as she greets me.

"Hello ma'am Good evening too"i greeted back with a smile..now that she's in front of me she looks like s.hanbin..

"did you order already?"she asked then sat in front of me and i nodded. S.hanbin just finished making my order and went to us.

"here"he said and gave me my order.

"i didn't know you already have a girlfriend son"the lady said making me stop eating.

"no mom she's not my girlfriend, she's my classmate"s.hanbin said and i looked at him and the lady in front of me...no wonder they look alike....

we finished eating then his mom made her way to us.

"will you guys stay here?"his mom asked as she saw our bags then s.hanbin shook his head.

"we just passed by here, i'm going to send her home since it's already dark"he said and we stood up and said our goodbyes.

"that's why she looks familiar because she's your mom"i said as we stepped out of their cafe.

"yeah some people said we really look alike"he said then we walked next to each other quietly.

after a minute we arrived at our house.

"so...see you tomorrow?"i said while looking at him.

"yeah, good night y/n" he said with a smile then turned around.

"take care on your way!"I shouted not too loud and he nodded.

I went inside when he was not on my sight then went straight to my room and i screamed in my pillow.

..SUNG HANBIN JUST SEND ME HOME!!!OMG!!!..

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[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

I think I sent this ask yesterday but my tumblr said it wasn't delivered so m sending this again,

For ask the pack, what are some things about each pack member that Noone other than the pack or maybe not even whole pack but one or two members know, like something that's pretty unexpected uk

"Ohoho." Jisung rubs his hands together wickedly with a smirk. "Dark secret time."

"Hold on-" Chan holds up a hand toward the beta, expression and voice stern, and Jisung immediately deflates. "-one rule. There's no telling anything that's been asked to be kept in confidence, yeah?"

Jisung nods enthusiastically and makes a show of crossing his heart. "God's honor."

Chan seems to relax a bit and nods at the beta encouragingly now. "All right then. Go ahead."

"I'll even be a martyr." Jisung sits up straight, looking smugly proud as he glances at the pack. "I volunteer to go first. Go on."

Beside him, Hyunjin rolls his eyes, and Seungmin pokes the other beta hard in the side, making him crumple into himself and yelp, offering the younger a glare.

Changbin huffs a snort of laughter beneath his breath.

"Where to start?" The alpha chuckles, and Jisung turns his ire to the older man.

"Why'd you say it like that?"

Changbin shrugs as he bites back a smile, and cocks an eyebrow at the beta. "Because you're a complicated person, Sungie."

"He had to retake level one of primary school." Hyunjin supplies helpfully, and Jisung rolls his eyes, as the omega snickers. "Something about 'being too focused on socialization and not enough on learning,' right, Sungie?"

The luna gives Jisung a knowing smirk and a raised brow.

Jisung sniffs. "Listen. I can't help that I'm a social butterfly and people are attracted to my insanely charismatic energy."

"That's one way to put it." Seungmin mutters beneath his breath, and Hyunjin smirks even wider than before.

"Jisung always carries a can of cat food and dog food in his backpack with him, wherever he goes." You offer, giving the beta a soft, affectionate smile as you do so. "Just in case he runs into a stray."

"God, you're adorable." Changbin coos, leaning over to try to pinch the beta's cheek, even as Jisung swats his hand away.

"Save it, hyung. I know that."

"He's hella superstitious." Jeongin points out, and Jisung nods. "Like. Won't walk under a ladder, throws salt over his shoulder superstitious."

"Hey." Jisung holds up his hands in open defense. "I'm not getting cursed with seven years of bad luck. I've already got a lifetime of it sharing a pack with Hyunjin."

"Fuck you."

"See?"

"Speaking of Hyunjin," You chime in, before the fight can escalate, and move your attention to the luna now. "I feel like not a lot of people know about his extensive scrunchie collection."

"Oh god yes." Changbin rolls his eyes, and Hyunjin sticks his tongue out at him. "Sharing a bathroom with him was a nightmare for awhile."

"I collect scrunchies because I have long hair and I have to pull it up to keep it out of my way, okay?" Hyunjin defends. "And they're cuter than elastics, and they don't break my ends."

"It's cute, Jinnie." Chan assures the omega, who offers him an affectionate look. "Which one is your favorite?"

"Easy." Hyunjin replies without hesitation, glancing over at Chanbin now with a fond look deep in his dark eyes. "Changbin-hyung-for all his complaining when we first got together-gifted me one for my birthday that first year we were together that had little lemons on it, said it reminded him of me, and it's been my favorite ever since."

"Gross." Jisung says boredly, scrolling through his phone.

Changbin is beet red beside the disinterested beta. "Thanks, Jinnie. I didn't think you remembered that."

"Of course I do."

"Jinnie refuses to use scented soaps of any kind." Felix adds in, giving his moonmate a soft, shy smile from across the room. "The suppressants soften his natural scent a little bit, and so he doesn't use anything that could take away from it in the slightest."

"I don't use scented detergent either." Hyunjin shrugs. "I like smelling like myself for all of you."

"We like that too." You give him a soft look, and he grins.

"Minho-hyung will never admit it, but he memorizes everyone's favorite recipes and makes them every year for their birthday." Jeongin pipes up now bravely, and Minho shoots him a murderously blank stare.

"Yang Jeongin."

"Hyung."

"Oh!" Changbin claps his hands, as if having a realization, his eyes alight, and ignores the obvious glare in his direction from Minho. "He's also a great sounding board, regardless of the question or idea. He'll always listen attentively and then give you his honest opinion afterward. I really value his advice."

Minho rolls his eyes, but the tips of his pink ears give him away.

"He also sends his cats birthday presents ever year." You point out, giving the other alpha a wink. "It's adorable."

"Shut up. All of you."

"Felix-hyung learned how to crochet and knit!" Jeongin grins ear to ear, and Felix blushes, tugging the younger omega to him affectionately as he rubs his hair. "He makes us cute little hats and scarves and tiny mini animals."

"He also never lets a day go by without leaving each of us a note somewhere for us to find." Chan adds, with a grateful affecionate look in the omega's direction. "Sometimes it's at the studio, or in Minho's bag, or tucked in Seungmin's textbook. We all always get one, especially on days when we spend long hours apart."

"He's actually incredible at drawing cute little doodles." Hyunjin muses, looking thoughtful, and Felix is so red at the genuine praise that he looks like he's going to turn into a tomato. "He draws little animals and little designs on all our notes, sometimes even when there's no words, and they're always perfect."

"Seungmin has an eidetic memory." Jisung nods in the other beta's direction, looking slightly impressed. "Thus why he's such a nerd and remembers every single thing ever."

Seungmin flips him off halfheartedly, even as Changbin nudges his side and gives him a proud little smile.

"He's also the only person I personally know that seems to sense moonmates before they happen."

"That's just dumb luck." Seungmin" protests, but he blushes slightly under the alpha's obvious praise.

"I mean, you called it between Chan and I pretty quickly." You shrug with a smirk in Chan's direction, even as he rolls his eyes good naturedly.

"He's absolutely fantastic at reading people, I'll give him that."

"He also never takes hot showers when he's by himself." Jisung blurts out, an expression of horror on his face at the mere thought. He shudders slightly. "He insists on having the water fucking icy, unless there's another member in there with him and we complain enough, and even then, it's lukewarm at best."

Jisung levels the other beta with a glare.

"It helps my concentration! And quiets my brain!" Seungmin objects heatedly, glaring right back.

"It's fucking psychopathic, you lunatic!"

"Changbin insists on never letting omegas or females walk out of the gym alone at night." You interrupt the betas' arguement, and Changbin looks caught off guard to be the sudden center of attention. You smile at him. "He escorts each and every single one to their cars once it's dark, even if it's frigid, or storming, or it cuts into his own work out time. He never lets them leave alone."

"That's so fucking sweet, hyung." Hyunjin coos, but there's no teasing in his voice, it's all complete genuine affection.

Changbin rubs awkwardly at the back of his neck and clears his throat. "Hey, it's not a big deal. Really."

"He can also totally crush an egg with just his bicep." Jeongin intercepts the conversation, smiling smugly. "It's fucking awesome."

"And hot." You and Hyunjin add at the same time, eye fucking the alpha in question, before turning and giving each other a slight nod of appreciation at your single mindedness.

"He also never takes this off." Hyunjin leans over and lifts Changbin's wrist for everyone to see, even though the alpha protests weakly.

There's a thin, braded cord of a leather bracelet that rings his wrist, dark and worn, tiny colored gems dotting the length at equal intervals, and Hyunjin nods at it knowingly.

"Innie made it for him when he went out of town one time, it has all our birth stones, and he's never taken it off since."

Changbin takes his wrist back from the omega with a halfhearted glare.

"Noona is scared of water slides." Jeongin changes the subject, turning to you with an open grin on his wicked little features.

"Hey, it's not uncommon okay!" You protest immediately, diving for the omega, as he shrieks and hides behind a laughing Felix. "Lots of people don't like water!"

"It's not water you're afraid of though is it sweetheart?" Minho asks smugly, quirking a brow, and you turn your glare to him.

You huff and settle into the couch at his feet, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I don't like water slides okay? Fine. So sue me. Something about them is fucking terrifying. Like. I don't want to get stuck. How will I get down? What if the water shuts off? What if I fly over the edge?"

Jeongin is giggling, and you bare your teeth at him, reaching for him again. He darts away.

"Noona-" Chan emphasises, looking to Jeongin pointedly as he does, expression stern. "-is also incredibly talented when it comes to games. Physical and mental."

"Yeah, that's true." Changbin nods, giving you a fond look. "She's so good it's almost irritating."

You shrug, grinning easily now. "I play a mean game of Uno, that's for sure."

"Innie has a collection of brooches." Felix speaks up, tousling the youngest's hair even as he protests. "They're gorgeous, and he pairs them all so well with outfits."

"Oooh!" Jisung pipes up, expression excited. "The baby has a serious collection of pokemon cards that are out of this world. Like. Crazy legendary and shiny shit."

"The baby-" You repeat, and Jeongin glares at you, as you give him a wink and make a kissy face in his direction. "-also never sleeps alone. He has to be hugging someone to him at all times."

"A pillow doesn't cut it." Jeongin pouts, and Felix smooths his hair back and kisses his forehead with a hidden smile.

"Christopher can write a full song in an afternoon." Minho says, glancing to the eldest, who is already going red under the attention. "Pretty sure the department head called him a protégé at one point."

"Lots of people write music." Chan protests, but you all shake your heads, cutting him off immediately.

"Nope."

"Not like you."

"Shut up, hyung."

"That ring he wears." You point to the head alpha's right index finger, and he glances down at his own hand in surprise, as if he'd forgotten the small band of metal was even there." He never takes it off."

You cock your head and a slight smile pulls your lips as you stare him down, meeting his gaze as he finally looks back up at you.

"It's just a ring." Chan mumbles beneath his breath, ears going red.

"No, it's not." You say quietly, reaching for his hand, pulling his palm into your lap, carefully spinning the ring around his finger a few times as you stare at it. "Your dad gave it to you, passed it down when you graduated and left home."

"Yeah." Chan sighs and meets your gaze once more.

You give him the hint of a soft smile. "It's a protection of sorts. A reminder of who you are. Where you came from. And some day, you'll give it to your pup, just like he gave it to you."

Chan's shoulders relax and he shakes his head with a slightly rueful smile.

"Yeah." He repeats, taking his hand back and folding his fingers protectively over the ring.

"Anyway." You shrug and glance around at your pack mates, a soft smile lifting your lips. "We're a complicated, messy bunch, but we're each other's complicated messy bunch and that's all that matters."

[wilsons-three-legged-siamese]

TUMBLR SPOKE SO HERE IT GOES:

my short, short drabbles of where I spun a wheel for a ship, took a lyric from the song I was listening to and based it off of that.. 😙✌

Don't let this flop. This was HELL to edit and took like two hours. JUST EDITING.

Warnings: transgender pregnancy (only two) & suicide

Also no Cameron, because I forgot he existed when making this-

I bet you think I'm boring.

Microwave - Ricky Jamaraz

Todd x Meeks

"... Then you plug it in and Tah-Dahh!! " Meeks exclaimed, proudly showing off his new invention.

"Wow, that's incredible, " Todd replied, looking into Meeks' eyes.

Meeks paused, "you probably think I'm boring. "

He looked down, all of a sudden, meek. Todd's face plummeted.

"Hey! Of course I don't think you're boring, Meeks, you're extraordinary, you're so smart, " Todd reassured, moving closer to Meeks and hugging his shoulders.

"You think so? "

"Of course I do. " Todd kissed Meeks lightly on the nose.

Delta Echo Alpha Delta. Suicide!

Lifetime Achievement Award - Lemon Demon

Todd x Charlie

It hurt. Of course it hurt, his best friend had killed himself without warning. But it hurt more than ever. More than anything had ever hurt. Thankfully he hasn't got to go through this alone. He had Todd. Though, he was being expelled for punching Cameron. He shouldn't have done that. Really shouldn't.

Now he was sat. Todd sitting on his lap sideways and his face dug in his chest - sobbing. He shushed Todd gently, drawing circles on his back and kissing his dirty blonde hair.

He can't just leave Todd.

Sorry I didn't kiss you, But it's obvious I wanted to.

Bubblegum - Clairo

Knox x Neil

"Knox? " Neil asked, trying to snap Knox out of his long lasting trance.

"Wha- huh? Oh. Hi Neil, " Knox stammered, immediately blushing a little.

"You okay, Knoxious? " Neil leaned in a bit closer, placing his hands on the others knees.

Knox felt the heat build up on his face and neck, "yeah, sorry, some assignment. "

"I can help? " Neil offered.

"That would be great, thanks Neil, " Knox chuckled.

Then, Neil leaned in a bit closer, Knox followed with the same movement, then pulled back, "I'm sorry. "

He got up and walked out the common room, hiding his red face, "I fucked that up. "

Looking at the stars (admiring from afar).

We fell in Love in October - girl in red

Charlie x Meeks

He kept glancing at him. Okay, yes he was helping him with Latin but the way his mouth perfected each Latin phrase and word was immaculate. The freckles on his face uncountable. His glasses as thick as cream. His lips as plump as a marshmallow. He was a perfect human being. He admired him like a star, his freckles like stars almost. God, how he wished he could have him.

Love is an open door.

Love is an Open Door - Frozen

Neil x Charlie

"Hey Charlie? " Neil called, "can you help me unpack a little? "

"Of course, whatcha need? "

"Neil! This trig is making me about to vomit! " Charlie yelled across the hall.

"Fine."

"Char! I think I'm about to have a panic attack, " Neil blurted put, looking hurriedly to the open door across the hall.

"Oh Nell, I'm coming! "

"Hey Nell? What does 'te amo' mean?! " Charlie shouted.

"I love you! "

"'Night Char! I love you! " Neil smiled.

"Te Amo! "

Cute guy, nice face, wrong time, wrong place.

Trees II - McCafferty

Knox x Meeks

Meeks stared into Knox's eyes, his mouth agape. Knox waited impatiently for Meeks' answer. The anticipation stressed Meeks out immediately. He gradually got the courage to grasp Knox's hands and smile sadly.

"Knox, look- " he paused for a little- "I love you, I really do. You're a cute guy, you have a nice face, just.. It's the wrong time and wrong place. It's 1959 in an all-boys school, we're both 16... I'm sorry, Knox. "

Knox looked down and begun to cry softly. Meeks hugged him, regretting everything that just happened.

I guess I knew this would happen to you.

What Once Was - Her's

Neil x Meeks

Neil sat sadly as a diner, swirling his coke around mindlessly and starring at a wall.

"Neil? Is that you? " A voice called.

Neil looked up immediately, his eyes shone quickly.

"Meeks? " He questioned, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Neil! " Meeks smiled brightly, standing Neil up and wrapping him up in a hug.

Neil accepted, hugging him back and digging his face into the shorter man's neck.

'He smells great... And he's very muscular. ' Neil thought.

"Wow, Neil, you don't have anything on you, do you honey? " Meeks pointed out, looking forlorn.

"Yeah, " Neil chuckled awkwardly, "you're very muscular, I always thought you were the weakling? "

"Mhm, times change, I guess. " Meeks scratched his neck.

"I always knew you'd do well, and be well. I guess I always knew it would happen to you. "

Sweet like pancakes and syrup.

Like What - Joey Valence & Brae

Todd x Meeks

"Something smells nice, " Todd muttered lazily, shuffling into the kitchen.

"I'm cooking breakfast, " Meeks replied, smiling as he flipped a pancake perfectly.

Todd lit up and he hugged Meeks from behind, his arms around the others waist.

"You're as sweet as this breakfast. "

"I know I am, Meeksie. "

In my life, I hope that I lie.

No Children - The Mountain Goats

Knox x Charlie

"You're seeing Chris, aren't you? " Charlie snarled, his eyes full of fury.

"What do you mean, Char? " Knox's eyebrows furrowed.

Charlie sighed angrily, squeezing the bridge of his nose with his index finger and his thumb. He then crossed his arms.

"Don't act like I haven't seen you, it's so obvious, Knox! Don't lie, " Charlie growled.

"I- Char... Please, I haven't. "

"Leave, go to your dorm and pathetic Chris. "

'Cause I like it, yeah, I like it.

LIKE IT - Waterparks

Todd x Charlie

Charlie nibbled at Todd's neck, his hands roaming Todd's back under the knitted, wool sweater. Todd bit his lip, pulling Charlie closer by his hips.

"You're desperate, aren't 'ya Hot Toddy? "

"I like it. "

I can tell just what you want (you don't want to be alone)

What You Know - Two Door Cinema Club

Meeks x Charlie

He sat, scribbling down some trig. This wasn't out of the ordinary, he was always studying, or helping a friend. He overworked himself, sure, but it didn't bother him.

Oh god, did it bother Charlie.

"Come on, Meeks! Have some fun, " Charlie exclaimed, sprawling himself out of Meek's bed next to him.

"Go away Charlie, I'm trying to study. " Meeks shot him a look.

"I know what you want, you don't what to be alone. " Charlie smirked, crawled closer and swiped his finger across Meeks' freckled nose.

Meeks blushed, "fine.. "

Two Kids and a Golden Retriever.

History Hates Lovers - Oublaire

And so it was official, Knox and Meeks were a thing. It was a cute, they were very lovey dovey, much to Charlie's delight. But now almost, the Dead Poets had come more of a family dynamic. Knox and Meeks, parents. Todd and Neil the kids. Charlie the golden retriever. Much like a family dynamic, it was cute. Oh, Pitts was the uncle, Meeks' best friend.

Knox x Meeks

He was sweet, he said I was smart.

Kindergarten Boyfriend - Heather's

Meeks x Pitts

"You're smart, Meeksie. "

His heart fluttered and his face flushed a shade of pink. Pitts was the perfect boy for Meeks. Tall, scrawny, caring, empathetic, sarcastic and everything in between. He was sweet. It was everything Meeks could've ever dreamed, honestly.

"Thanks Pittsie, you're sweet. "

Pitts' heart skipped a beat as his neck heated up. Meeks was perfect for Pitts. Short, secretly muscular, caring, empathetic, sarcastic and everything in between. He was smart. It was everything Pitts could've ever dreamed, honestly.

We both enjoy an empty cafe.

We both - 36 questions, Jonathan Groff & Jessie Shelton

Neil x Pitts (kinda platonic)

"Huh, it's empty. Is it open? " Pitts asked, looking down beside him to the shorter boy.

"Yeah, it said open on the door.. Maybe it's not that busy on Sundays? " Neil replied, scanning the room to see nobody but an exhausted waiter.

They walked to a booth and sat across from each other. They both ordered a coffee and begun to chat about school while absentmindedly holding each other's hands. The waiter secretly smiled and giggled at them, definitely aware they didn't know they were holding hands and were dangerously close. It was cute.

They happen to go to the same cafe a few times after, making friends with the waiter who went to Welton also, Stefan, or Stick.

Us two wanted to get X-rated. SMUT!

Don't Lose Ur Head - SIX, Christina Modestou

Knox x Charlie

"Jesus Knox! You're as hard as the fucking Burj Khalifa! " Charlie grunted as Knox grinded against him.

"Char.. That literally makes no sense at all, " Knox chuckled as he sloppily kissed Charlie's neck.

Charlie moaned quietly, gripping harshly onto Knox's hips as his own almost buckled.

"Nothing makes sense when we're both as hard as the shard.. It's gonna make me turn British in a moment, Jesus Christ Knoxio! "

"You're better than that, Char. "

Knox pushed Charlie harder against the dorm wall, earning another moan from Charlie

"GODDAMN!! LOCK THE DOOR! " Cameron screeched, slamming the door and running off.

But I don't need the comfort of any lies.

Notion - The Rare Occasions

House x Wilson

"How many times did I tell you she was gonna divorce you in under 2 years? " House remarked, a smirk upon his face as he swirled the liquor around in the glass.

"A lot.. But I really thought she was the one! " Wilson exclaimed, taking a swig of his glass.

"You've said that about 3/3 divorces now. "

"Like you've ever been married.. "

"Wilson, we're technically married at this point. "

"Fair point. "

They sat in silence for a bit. Drinking recklessly.

"I've always appreciated your harsh truth. " Wilson smiled.

"You're just special, aren't you? "

"Sure, I guess you can say that. "

Can I sleep in your bed?

Father - The Front Bottoms

Meeks x Todd

Todd panicked silently, his hands trembling slightly and his breathing hitched. Meeks sat behind him at his desk, scribbling down trig at the ungodly hour of 3 AM. it was clear he was exhausted, though he also panicked that he'd fail the trigonometry test two weeks away and needed to study. Todd didn't understand why he was so nervous to ask, he knew he'd say yes. But what if he didn't? What if he thought it was weird at 16-17. He took a deep breath.

"Canisleepinyourbed? " He spluttered out, taking a big deep breath afterward.

"What did you say Todd? " Meeks asked, his eye brows knitting and him cocking his head slightly.

Todd breathed in shakily, "can- can I sleep in your bed? "

"Of course Todd, of course you can. "

He's well dressed (not funny).

Girls & Boys - Good Charlotte

Meeks x Knox

"Whatcha' think? " Meeks asked, stepping out his dorm and into the hallway to be met with Charlie and Knox.

Knox turned red almost immediately, Meeks looked immaculate. Charlie started to laugh.

"You're going to the shops dressed like that? You trying to look like a 60 year old? " Charlie chuckled.

"I- I think he looks nice actually. "

"Of course, because you definitely like him. "

"I do not! "

Has been rough (kinky!). Slight smut!

Sincerely, me - Ben Platt, Mike Faist, Will Roland

Meeks x Charlie

Roughhousing in the dorms was normal, especially for Meeks and Charlie. Meeks usually minded his own business while Charlie swiftly swooped Meeks off of his feet, pinned him to the floor and kissed him.

"God, you're so rough aren't you? " Meeks rolled his eyes, still under Charlie ok the floor.

"It's kinky. "

I could sleep for weeks.

RITUAL - Waterparks

Todd x Neil x Charlie

It was normal now, Cameron was used to having no dormmate most nights. And Neil and Todd were used to having an extra most nights. Non of them minded, if anything they preferred it to normal.

It was an adorable scene. Three teenage, in love boys squished in a single bed in a strict all-boys boarding school. Todd was hugged by Neil who was hugged by Charlie. Neil wrapped his arms around Todd's waist and his face dug into his hair. Charlie spooned Neil, his one arm around his waist and other under his own head, his legs wrapped around the others.

"I could sleep for weeks... " Charlie whispered, then felt Neil smile.

Use the sleeves of my sweater.

Sweater Weather - The Neighborhood

Knox x Charlie

"I just can't do it! " Charlie shouted, hurling his pencil to the wall and harshly getting up.

He then threw himself on his bed and curled up against the wall and begun to cry, purely from frustration.

"Hey, hey. Char, you can, " Knox comforted, getting up and sitting next to Charlie.

Charlie bawled, his face pushed firmly into his arms and knees.

"No.. Knoxious, you don't understand, I really can't do it! I'm gonna fail so bad oh god... " He whispered, rocking back a forward and little and now begining to hyperventilate.

"Woah, woah Char. " Knox wrapped his arms around Charlie, "you're not gonna fail. "

Charlie lifted his head to look at Knox's tearful eyes. Knox brought his hand up with Charlie's cheeks and dabbed the tears away with the sleeve of his soft, knitted sweater.

"You think so? "

"Of course, Char. "

Three times I nearly came to ruin. Suicide!

Our Word - 36 Questions & Jessica Shelton

Todd x Charlie

1.

Todd held the gun in his clearly trembling hands. Sobbing fiercely. He placed his finger on the trigger but did nothing. He waited, almost for someone to save him. That happened.

"Todd? What are you doing? OUT THE GUN DOWN TODD! " Charlie screamed.

2.

Charlie popped out the 10 pills from their silver foil wrapping. He rolled them around in his hand. As if he were contemplating. Yet he was, though, oh so how he wanted to do it and get it over with. He didn't cry. Until after the tried incident.

"Charlie. Put the pills down, " Todd snarled, his voice becoming unusually deep.

3.

Todd held the rope in his hands, yet not trembling this time. He stared at the thinner ropes tangled together to make a bigger one. He decided to tie it up on a tree, make a loop big enough for his head just to fit in it. He slipped his head in it, tighted it and stepped off of the log.

"Jesus Todd! " Charlie shouted, catching Todd in his arms, both now crying.

You're sayin' all the words I'm dreamin'.

The Adults Are Talking - The Strokes

Charlie x Meeks

'I love you' were the words Charlie wanted to hear. Maybe from his parents, older brother, Neil, Pitts- hell, anyone. Though, there was a lurking feeling that somehow overruled the ordinary. He wanted to hear it from Meeks. The perfect boy, the nerd, the geek, yet the romantic. Charlie wanted to hear him sing it, mumble it, growl it, just say it. He wanted to hear it so bad.

So many missed chances and nothing happened.

Though it happened today.

"Oh, I love you, Charlie! " Meeks exclaimed.

You'll always be a dumb blonde.

Blue Hair - TV Girl

Meeks x Todd

"I can't do it, Meeks, " Todd muttered, rolling his pencil on his notebook and covering his eyes with the palms of his hands.

"Well, you need to do it, or you'll fail, " Meeks deadpanned.

"I-I know, I just can't! The words don't flow nicely, and- and the stanzas are all uneven! " Todd exclaimed.

"Well you're just a dumb blonde, you wouldn't get it, " Meeks chuckled.

He woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. He sat up sharply.

"Are you okay? " Meeks groaned, sitting up next to Todd.

"I-I just had a nightmare, " Todd muttered, rubbing his eyes.

"You sure you're okay, Honey? "

"Yeah- yeah. "

Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door HEAVY SMUT!

I Write Sins Not Tragedies - Panic! At The Disco

Charlie x Knox

Charlie moaned deeply as he gripped onto Knox's brunette hair, guiding his mouth to bob his head up and down. Knox hummed, trying not to gag. He gripped the base, gently stroking it. Charlie shuddered.

"WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME?! " Cameron shouted, covering his eyes and slamming the door.

The two boys giggled.

Just sit and talk.

The Me Inside of Me - Heather's

Pitts x Neil (platonic)

Neil perched on Pitts' bed, leaning his back against the wall and snuggling up to Pitts. He swung his arm over Neil's shoulders and looked at him with a tint of concern.

"You okay, Neil? " He asked, cocking his head a little.

"Yeah, just been a little overwhelmed with work lately, " Neil sighed and placed his head on Pitts' shoulder.

"Yeah, I get it. "

"Any advice? "

"Eat, drink, sleep and take a break, " Pitts chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah. I will do that. " Neil smiled.

I will change my ways. Trans pregnancy!

The Cave - Mumford & Sons

House x Wilson

"Are you sure you want this, House? " Wilson asked, his eyes quickly becoming glassy.

House sighed happily and giggled softly. He grasped both of Wilsons hands and smiled as he looked him in the eyes.

"Of course I want this, Honey. I promise, I really do want this. I want to grow old with you, with our kids, " House replied.

"Really? "

"Of course. "

House's hands trailed down to Wilsons presently flat stomach, gently placing his hands upon the dress shirt. Wilson chuckled, pulling House into his embrace.

"I'll change, I promise. "

"You can stay the same, I love you for who you are. "

My baby, My baby.. Suicide!!

I Bet on Losing Dogs - Mitski

Meeks x Charlie

Meeks held the knife to his throat. Threatening to end it all, a nice big slit through the middle, collapse, bleed out and die. Right on the dirty, old dormroom floor. Perfect way to go for pity. But, he doesn't quite want pity. He wants acceptance and comfort, not pity. Pity meant sympathy and empathy, he hated that as that was his job, nobody needed to worry about him. No, he was fine, he has a great life - from their knowledge - and is incredibly intelligent.

"Meeks, stop, " Charlie's voice yelled.

Meeks immediately dropped the knife and fell to his knees.

Charlie dropped down next to him and embraced the shaking huddle.

"Shhh.. Shh, " he whispered, "my baby, my baby, it's okay, shhh. "

Meeks melted into the embrace, sobbing uncontrollably and hiding his face in Charlie's chest.

Oh god, he blew it.

Return to our normal lives.

Looking Out for You - Joy Again

Meeks x Pitts (platonic)

"You okay, Meeksie? " Pitts asked, eyeing the smaller boy up and down.

"Yeah, just a little cold y'know? " Meeks replied, chuckling softly as his teeth chattered and he shivered.

"Is it because they took your coat? " Pitts gestured to Meeks' now cold, damp coat on the cave floor with crumbs on it.

"A little, but I'll be fine. " Meeks smiled and rubbed his hands together desperately.

With a swift motion, Pitts removed his coat and placed it on Meeks' trembling shoulders.

"Better? "

"Thanks, Pittsie. "

"Here's your coat, as he have to go back to out normal lives, " Meeks giggled.

"Yeah, thanks. It's a shame, isn't it? "

"Yeah, yeah- it really is. "

Meet my pregnant boyfriend. (Pt.2 to I will change my ways) trans pregnancy!

Lone Star - The Front Bottoms

House x Wilson

"Ducklings! I have some spectacular news on the physical toll on your other dad, " House declared, swinging his bag on the chair as Wilson trailed behind him.

The three gave a confused look, all seeming to cock their heads in the same direction.

"Other dad? " Foreman spoke up.

"Yes! Remember, dad H and dad W? " House replied, matter-of-factly.

Wilson rolled his eyes and sighed, "he still hasn't told you? "

"No, what's happening? " Cameron questioned.

"I can't believe you haven't told them. " Wilson shook his head at House, "me and House are married, have been for over a decade now. "

"I'm sorry, what? " Chase's mouth opened agape.

"Ducklings, are you familiar with the term: 'transgender'? " House asked innocently.

The three nodded their heads slowly.

"Well, my husband here happens to be that. And addition to that information, we're having a kid, " House explained, smiling proudly as he hobbled behind Wilson and placed his hands on Wilsons 3 month-swollen stomach from behind.

Wilson sighed.

"Congratulations, you two. "

"Congrats."

"I was not expecting that. "

Love is a doing word.

Teardrop - Massive Attack (House intro)

House x Wilson (again)

"I'm not physical, " House declares, plopping himself down next to Wilson on the couch.

"I know, isn't it quite obvious by now? " Wilson retorts back, shooting House a glance.

"Well I hope so. "

House looks down and twiddles his thumbs. Oh, how he secretly longed for Wilsons soft, gentle, chaste touch. They were married, he's experienced it, but oh how he wanted more.

"You know, love is a doing word, " Wilson suddenly explains, looking over at House with an unreadable expression.

"Oh, is it now? " House remarks with a snort.

"Yeah." Wilson reaches for House's hand, gently grasping it. "Like it? "

"Yeah.. I do. "

There's darkness all around.

Messages from the Stars - The Rah Band.

Meeks x Charlie

It was their first night in their new, shared apartment. They slept together, huddled on an old, cheap double mattress on the floor, taking in the atmosphere. It was dark all around them. Meeks hugged close, his head rested on Charlie's chest, intertwining their hands and smiling. It was nice to have their own place.

"I love you, Meeksie. "

"Love you too, Char. "

You are sweetness.

We'll Never Have Sex - Leith Ross

Todd x Meeks

"I love you Todd, " Meeks said as he kissed Todd.

"Awh, I love you too. " Todd smiled into the kiss.

They kissed for a while. Chaste, passionate, slow kisses. No greed or hunger, just acceptance and pleasure. It was a nice.

"Your lips are so sweet, " Meeks muttered.

"I ate some ice cream before this, " Todd giggled.

"Nah, they're sweet anyway. "

Wondering if your hearts still open.

Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys

Neil x Charlie

Neil had recently been dumped by his now ex-girlfriend and acted as if it was indeed the end of the world. Charlie half wanted to be supportive, half wanted to tell him to stop being melodramatic and half ask him out. Charlie had liked Neil for years, from age 7 to age 15, aka, now. Charlie chose to comfort Neil, yet he really, really wanted to ask him out.

"I don't understand! She really liked me, " Neil muttered.

"Yeah, sorry bud. "

They sat in silence for a little longer until Charlie went out on a limb.

"Is your heart still open? " he asked.

"Wha-? "

"Will you go out with me? "

Hey little boy, gee, you sure look fine.

Hey Little Girl - Professor Longhair

Knox x Charlie

"Is that your way of cat calling? " Charlie questioned, furrowing his eyebrows in a concerned matter.

"Yeah, what's up with it? " Knox asked.

"It's horrendous, that's basically sexual harassment at this point, " Charlie chuckled.

"Whoops."

"It's more than whoops! Here, let me show you how to flirt. "

Charlie stepped away.

He approached Knox with a smile on his face, "hey, beauty. "

Knox blushed, "hi."

Charlie grabbed Knox by the hips and immediately kissed him. Knox kissed back, turning as red as blood. Charlie's hands made their way down to Knox's arse, placing his hands in the pockets, snagging his wallet and bolting off.

"Charlie! " Knox sighed, accepting his wallet was just stolen, and there wasn't anything he could do.

Pain is never Permanent.

December - Neck Deep

Neil x Meeks (oooh new one)

Meeks walked into Neil and Todd's dorm, scanning the room to see Neil curled up on his bed, trembling a little.

"Hey, hey. It's alright, " Meeks comforted, quickly sliding next to him and wrapping his arms around the frame.

Neil recognized the voice and nuzzled into him, sobbing harder.

Once Neil had calmed a little, he looked up to see Meeks. Meeks cupped his face with his one hand, stroking his cheek gently with his thumb.

"Pains never permanent, you know that right? "

Watch a sad film with your boyfriend.

If I Saw Him, I'd Still Kiss Him - McCafferty

Meeks x Todd

"He could've definitely fit! " Meeks exclaimed, tossing the remote to his side while tears streamed down his face.

"I know honey, but it would've tipped, " Todd explained, hugging Meeks close.

"Why did you make me watch this? " Meeks asked.

"It's a classic film. "

"It was traumatising! "

"Fair point. "

[fatuismooches]

🎈 anon here im going to keep going on about pantalone with his darling who makes him handmade gifts (same thing not a request if i have a request I'll probably specify because im v worried u have too many and i dont wanna add to the pile :< so if i dont specify treat it like me approaching you in the middle of the night going absolutely insane about the silly little criminals in my computer, like grabbing u by the shoulders shaking you and everything) i had to put the brainrot in my notes app to finish because the Tumblr app is held together by glitter glue /affectionate

OK SO BACK ON MY INSANITY we're doing bracelets for this one too because im a silly little self insert enjoyer. so i was thinking about how u said he'd keep them in a little box and i just, went insane because it was so cute in my head.. Imagining him keeping them especially safe compared to his other jewelry, and while it's on display and he'd be a bit upset if they were taken by a disgruntled agent, he could just buy another one. Although if one of his darling's handmade pieces of jewelry were stolen he'd feel so bad for not only letting it get stolen, but knowing that you worked so hard on it for him but it got stolen so quickly :( He'd hire or personally look for it until the ends of the earth and if his darling found out and was like "i could've just made you another one he would be like, gothic bold font "no" and i find that really cute!! lonnie is such a cutie patootie i need to squish him!!!! Anyway i keep imagining him being so proud of seeing his darling improve as he keeps getting these cute gifts handmade from them.. ok but also what if his darling made a bunch at once and told him to close his eyes no peeking (how would that work actually his eyes are always closed uhh power of brainrot ig) and they put them all on him at once and he's like ":0" and he's super excited and and and (starts sobbing violently /pos) ALSO IMAGINE IMAGINE LIKE.. WHAT IF HIS DARLING GETS HIM INTO THEIR CRAFT TOO.... AND THEY WORK ON IT TOGETHER..... PLEASE I AM MELTING I AM GOING CRAZY anyway i love pantalone 10/10 would chew on him again also will update u if more thoughts infuriate my brain you are not safe from my brainrots they will haunt you forever <3

i know i specified earlier that im 🎈 anon but i feel weird without doing the little dash thingy so - 🎈

IM GRABBING YOUR SHOULDERS SHAKING U AFFECTIONATELY AS WELL 🎈 ANON...

You're so right nonnie, bro's the type of guy to not bat an eye at his jewelry worth millions of Mora being stolen but then internally start panicking when he realizes something you gave him is gone. His brain is working overtime even more than usual trying to figure out how he's going to get it back. (And if he orders the regular Fatui to look for it, he gives them a look to not question him whatsoever on why he is so concerned about a not expensive at all handmade piece of jewelry as compared to literal gold <3) (From then on he's keeping your creations under severe lock and key, he's never letting that happen again, feels secretly guilty about that even though you weren't even mad 😭)

Reader: hey, don't feel bad about it! i can just make you a new one love-

Pantalone: 𝖓𝖔

And omg Loonie? For Pantalone? That's such a cute nickname I'm stealing that now 😭 Okay but consider: I think Pantalone kind of has like a business brain, meaning he's always thinking of lucrative opportunities and such. So for a split second he thinks hey... this is kind of a sweet business. But then immediately he perishes the thought because the idea of anyone else receiving your cute little handmade jewelry makes him unreasonably upset. Only he shall ever receive these from you and it will stay this way.

And omg yes he gets so happy seeing you improve 🥺 He kind of sees himself in you. Because he had to work hard to improve his own craft. And seeing you so happy while working on your stuff makes him so happy to <3 I hc him to be really good with his hands, so he'd actually be real eager to join you with your bracelet making (he makes one for you too and you refuse to take it off)