#but on the bright side. this is a fun way to balance speed & my love for coloring

[smolcrow465]

still thinking abt sun not being able to handle getting high. chica absolutely baked that brownie with stolen weed <3

og comic by punkitt-is-here

[roosterforme]

Hello, I Love You | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When Phoenix signs Bradley up for speed dating on Valentine's Day, he is skeptical. But after he meets the woman of his dreams, he's not afraid to admit his best friend was right.

Warnings: Pure fluff, adult banter, some cursing

Length: 2300 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written for my Love Is In The Air playlist challenge! Thanks for reading! And please check my masterlist for more Top Gun fun.

Bradley strolled into the Hard Deck, got a beer from Jimmy, and then made his way to the pool table to join his friends. 

"What's up?" he asked Phoenix when she eyed him a little nervously.

"Now, don't get mad, okay?" She set her pool cue down and patted his shoulder.

"What did you do?" Bradley asked, frozen with his beer halfway to his lips. 

Phoenix smoothed out his Hawaiian shirt across his chest and shoulders, and then she took his chin in her hand and turned his face from side to side. "Yeah, okay, should be fine," she muttered, examining his appearance. 

"Nat, seriously, what did you do?"

"Well.... I signed you up for speed dating," she informed him, wincing before he even responded.

"No," he said, adamantly shaking his head. "Nope." Bradley sipped his beer and turned to grab some darts.

"And it starts in thirty minutes," Phoenix added, her eyes going wide as Bradley glared at her.

"Natasha, I'm not going."

"But you're lonely! And it's Valentine's Day! You need a girl!"

Bradley scoffed. "I'm not lonely. I'm... picky."

"Too picky, Rooster. Just go to the speed dating thing, please? I already spent twenty bucks to sign you up," she pleaded. "It comes with a free drink!"

Bradley chuckled. "You think I'll find a girl there? You're insane, Nat. It's going to be the weirdest assortment of people under the San Diego sun. Crazy people who collect cats and probably a bunch of basement dwellers."

But as he watched his friend's face fall, he felt a little guilty. "I just thought you might have fun, you know, putting yourself out there. It's been a year since you dated anyone," she said softly. 

Bradley took a sip of his beer and ran his hand over his face. "Fine. I'll go, but only to prove to you that I'm right and you're wrong."

He watched her jump up and down a few times and clap her hands. "Yes! It's at the Surfside Tavern, and if you leave now, you'll arrive just in time," she said, taking his beer from his hand and pushing him toward the door. "Text me later and let me know how it goes... unless you know, you're busy getting hot with a basement dweller."

Bradley just rolled his eyes and headed toward the Bronco. 

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"Let me get you signed in! What's your name?" asked a young man with Connor on his name tag. He was seated at a small table at the front of the bar, and now Bradley was getting a little nervous. There were a lot of people here tonight.

"Bradley Bradshaw," he replied, taking a name tag sticker from Connor. 

"Just grab your drink at the bar and head on back to the area where the tables are set up. I'll get everyone started soon," said Connor with a smile. 

Bradley took a deep breath, half tempted to bail, but then he thought it would be worthwhile to get his free drink since Nat stole his other one. He got a beer from the bartender and then turned toward the back of the room, where there were a bunch of guys were wearing suits. 

"Shit," he muttered, glancing down at his own jeans and bright shirt. 

When he looked up, he quickly braced himself as you accidentally bumped into him, the drink in your martini glass sloshing precariously close to the rim. "Sorry!" you gasped, looking up at him. 

He steadied you, wrapping on big hand around your waist as you regained your balance. And Bradley instantly knew there was no chance he would be bailing early tonight. 

"Thanks," you whispered, tapping your martini glass to his beer bottle with a grin.

You took a slow step away from him as Bradley whispered, "Damn." You looked like a real treat, with bright eyes and kind of a shy smile. And as you walked toward all of the guys in suits, you turned to smile back at him over your shoulder.

"Okay, let's get started!" Connor announced, pulling your attention away from Bradley and toward him. "Let's have the ladies each take a seat at one of the tables, and the guys will rotate around the room. You'll have five minutes to get to know each person, and then I'll tell you to switch. You can grab a notepad and a pencil if you want to keep track of names. Let's go!"

Bradley watched you take a seat and cross your legs, subtly glancing at him again. He was pulled toward your table like a magnet, barely able to control himself. But it looked like he wasn't the only one. 

"Fucking suits," he groaned when another guy sat down across from you. Bradley doubled back and chose a table with someone else, practically tripping since he could barely look away. 

"Hi! I'm Bridget!" said the bubbly woman now seated across from him. 

"I'm Bradley," he replied with a smile, trying to discreetly count how many tables away you were sitting. 

"Oh my God! We both have B names! That's insane!" Bridget gushed.

Bradley laughed nervously. "Both are BR names, actually," he muttered. Then he watched her scribble down his name with KEEPER next to it. 

Oh shit. He had to endure five minutes of Bridget listing off potential names for their theoretical future children. Bruce, Brandy, Bryce, Brinley, Brooke and Brynn were apparently all viable options, and when Connor announced that five minutes was up, Bradley launched out of his seat. 

He tried to hustle over to your table, but Connor was on him right away. "We're rotating in order. Remember?" 

Bradley looked over to where you were sitting, shaking hands with your second "date". But you were looking at Bradley and smiling. It looked like you were trying not to laugh. 

Bradley glared down at Connor, towering over him. "Come on, man. See that one over there? I wanna talk to her." 

But Connor was not deterred, and rather showed Bradley to his next table with Angie. "What do you do for a living?" she asked, smiling at him across the table.

"I'm a Naval aviator," he replied, trying to get a peek of you talking with Mr. Suit. 

"Oh," Angie replied, and her smile turned into a frown. "I'm in the Army." Bradley watched her jot down his name and write NO next to it. Then she took out her phone and started to play Candy Crush. 

Once again, when it was time to switch tables, Bradley jumped up and rushed toward yours. 

"Sir, we've been over this before," Connor called after him, but Bradley made his way to where you were sitting with a different guy who was wearing a full-blown tuxedo. 

"Hi," Bradley said, reaching out to shake your hand. He checked your name tag this time; he just fucking knew you'd have a pretty name. And your hand was so small and soft, he held onto it for a moment. 

You looked up at him, and an adorable giggle escaped your lips before you also said, "Hi."

"I just wanted to make sure you know I'm coming up in two more tables," he told you very seriously. 

You nodded your head and pressed your lips together to try to stifle your smile. "Yeah, I noticed that when you tried to knock several people over a few minutes ago."

Bradley smiled at you, already loving your sense of humor.

"Don't write down anything flattering about him, okay?" Bradley nodded toward the guy in the tux who just scowled in response. 

Your shoulders shook with silent laughter. "I'll see what I can do."

"Sir!" Connor scolded. "This is not your table!"

"Yes, Connor, I know," Bradley grumbled, heading over to sit with Michelle.

Michelle eyed him cautiously. "I take it you're only interested in her?" she asked, gesturing toward your table.

Bradley shrugged. "Sorry, Michelle."

She shrugged too. "That's okay. I really liked Simon. Want to hear about the novel I'm writing?"

Bradley was enthralled after five minutes of Michelle explaining the intricate plot of the detective thriller she was working on. "Damn it, Michelle. I need to know how it ends."

She smiled and jotted down his email address. "I'll put you on my mailing list."

Finally Bradley was seated at the table next to yours, just a few feet away from you. "Hi," he said again, and he could tell he must have the dumbest look on his face. 

He watched your lips curl into the most radiant smile. "Hi, Bradley." God, he felt light headed as soon as you said his name. 

"I'll be there soon," he promised, and you blushed a little bit as you turned toward another guy in a fucking suit.

Bradley turned toward Cara and asked, "Has every other guy been in a suit?"

She nodded. "One was in a tuxedo."

"Huh," he grunted, trying so hard not to focus on you while Cara asked him questions about himself. 

"Bradley, where do you work?"

He shook his head, "No... I'm originally from Virginia."

"That's not what I asked."

But Bradley couldn't help it. You were sipping your martini and re-crossing your legs. And the guy you were with sounded boring as hell.

"Are you even listening to me?" Cara asked, breaking his concentration 

"Oh, uh... sorry, no," he replied, smiling at you as you glanced at him.

"Rotate!" Connor called, and Bradley was practically shoving the suit guy out of his seat at your table. 

"Finally," he muttered, smirking as he sat down. Your cheeks were a little flushed as you spun your martini glass on the table by the stem. When your gaze slid up his chest and neck and landed on his face, he asked you, "You've gotta tell me, what are you doing here? You could get a date just walking around Target in your pajamas."

You laughed and bit your lip, tipping your head back to look at the ceiling before meeting his eyes again. "I don't wear pajamas," you told him with a smirk of your own.

Bradley sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. "I rest my case."

"What about you, Bradley? You're cute. I like your mustache. And thank God you're not wearing a suit. You could probably get a date just by shoving the previous guy out of his seat and asking me."

He nodded his head and tried not to smile. You were so fun. And you were quick on the draw. "We'll get there, babe. But actually... my best friend made me come tonight. She thinks I'm too picky when it comes to women."

"Oh yeah? Well, what do you like?" you asked, raising the glass to your lips again and taking another sip.

"So far, I like you. A lot."

Your cheeks were even more flushed now, and Bradley wanted to talk to you all night long.

"What do you look for in a guy?" he asked, leaning his forearms on the table to get a little closer to you.

You leaned a bit closer as well as you told him, "I need someone who can make me laugh. It doesn't hurt if he's handsome. And I think mustaches just moved to the top of my nonnegotiable list."

Bradley licked his lips. "And what's your ideal first date, babe? I'm planning on making it very memorable for you; already hoping for a second."

You laughed again. "Padres game. Complete with beer and ballpark nachos."

"Seriously, why are you here?"

You nibbled on your lip for a beat before you said, "My sister made me come. She said she's so tired of listening to me complain that there are no cute, funny, single guys with mustaches who aren't afraid to wear a green and yellow Hawaiian print shirt in public."

Bradley's entire body was humming. "There's nothing about you that would turn me off, is there?" he asked, and his voice was raspier now. 

He watched you lick your lips and shake your head. "No. Unless you can't stand smart girls who like to be a little sassy when they aren't wearing any pajamas."

Bradley audibly groaned and you giggled. 

"Rotate!" Connor called, and everyone was up and moving around.

"Fuck, no. I'm not moving, Connor!" Bradley called over his shoulder. Your eyes were glittering with amusement, and Bradley was going to leave this bar with you if it killed him.

Connor walked over and sighed. "You've already had five minutes together."

"That's not long enough. Have you seen her, Connor?" Bradley asked, nodding at you. "Fifty bucks if you tack on another five minutes, my man," Bradley promised him, making you crack up across the table. 

Connor just muttered, "Before he wouldn't sit down, now he won't get up." 

Bradley felt you take his hand in yours, and his eyes were immediately on your face. "Let's get out of here, Bradley," you suggested. "Go to another bar? Or go for a walk?"

"Absolutely," he replied, hopping up and pulling you to your feet.

You led him through the bar, smiling at him over your shoulder as you laced your fingers through his, and Bradley could already tell you were his perfect match.

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Natasha was still shooting some pool with the guys when she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She pulled it out to read a text from Bradley.

Rooster Bradshaw: YOU WERE RIGHT.

"I knew it!" she shouted, jumping up and down again.

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Bambi • Song Mingi

Plot: Ateez just finishes up a concert and Echo finds Mingi looking very delicious. He heads backstage to show his boyfriend just how yummy he is.

Pairing: Sub!Mingi x Dom!Reader (Name: Echo)

Warnings: Dirty talk, degration, praise, hair pulling, choking, slight public sex (in a dressing room), dumbification, edging, overstimulation.

Extras: Not my normal FtM smut as it’s a request from a friend. Echo will have male genitalia.

Song: Bambi - Baekhyun

Word Count:

“You're my only Bambi, Bambi.

It's a perfect night for you.”

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echo licked his lips as he watched his boyfriend from backstage. the confidence that mingi radiated truly had a strong effect on him and his urges. echo always found it ironic how dominant the large man appeared on stage, but off it he was nothing but his play thing. his fans would never know that though, they would never know that because echo loved having it all to himself.

he watched mingi intently as the song finished playing, planning what he was going to do to him as he waited. echo smiled at his boyfriend as he approached him with a bright smile of his own, he was happy with how the concert went and how excited fans were.

“hi babe! what did you think of the concert?” mingi’s breath labored as he tried to calm it.

echo walked with mingi to his dressing room, “you did amazing, love. you looked very… delicious.” a chuckle left echo’s lips which made mingi blush slightly.

the two made it to mingi’s room where the taller male started to take off his concert gear. echo watched mingi from behind, licking his lips as he admired how sexy his boyfriend was.

mingi noticed and turned back to face echo. “why are you staring at me?” he laughed nervously as he moved to unbutton his shirt.

echo moved closer to mingi and began to help undressing him. each button he undid, he placed a light kiss on mingi’s chest, moving lower as he did.

mingi let out a breathy moan from the sensation, starting to feel his pants tightened. “babe…”

echo smirked as he looked up at mingi, seeing his once cheery face turn into a lust filled one. “yes baby? use your words.”

mingi grasped echo’s shirt, pulling him closer and putting his arms around his neck. “i need you. right here, right now. please.” the taller male begged, slightly grinding against echo to gain any sort of relief.

echo laughed at mingi’s attempts and how he suddenly became so needy for him. “okay slut, on the couch. now.” he commanded.

mingi obeyed and moved to sit straight up on the couch, waiting his next command. echo made his way over to his boyfriend and pushed him down so his back was on the bottom cushion.

echo began making out with mingi, one hand moving to choke him slightly while the other hand moved down to undo mingi’s buckle. echo was successful and pulled out mingi’s aching cock. he began stroking him slowly and teasingly which earned a pained whimper in his mouth.

“baby please, don’t tease me. please make me feel good!” mingi begged.

“all in due time, whore, i want to have my fun with you first.” echo smiled.

echo moved them so mingi was now straddling his leg. echo leaned back against the couch, hands on each side of mingi’s torso. “come on my pretty slut, get off on my thigh. i know you love to do that.”

mingi didn’t waste a minute before grasping echo’s shoulders for balance as he began grinding down on echo’s leg. echo leaned forward and began kissing along mingi’s neck and collar bones, leaving very visible marks.

mingi’s grasp grew stronger as he felt himself coming closer to his release. “fuck, baby, i’m so close. can i please cum?” he pleaded, his grinding speeding up.

echo pulled away from kissing along mingi’s neck and chuckled at his boyfriend. “you’re already so close to finishing on my thigh? you pathetic whore. getting off to nothing but my thigh.”

echo moved a hand up to grasp mingi’s hair and pulled his head backwards as he stopped mingi’s movements. “i don’t want you to cum yet. i still haven't finished having fun with you. i want you begging and moaning my name until you completely forget everything else besides me and my dick.”

mingi looked at him with a desperate look. he really wanted to cum and go home but he knew better than to go against his lover’s words.

echo grasped mingi’s cock once more, causing his lover to lurch forward from the sudden friction. echo began pumping his dick quickly and watched as mingi squirmed in his touch. his breathing sped up as he started whining and whimpering about how good it felt.

mingi felt himself close to the edge again, he was so lost in his pleasure that he didn’t say that he was close. he was only thinking of chasing his sweet release. mingi ended up cumming without a warning all over echo’s hand and shirt.

mingi kept his eyes closed as he caught his breath but suddenly froze upon realizing what happened. he looked down at echo who looked up at him with a hard gaze.

“oh now you’re really in trouble.” echo roughly moved mingi so he was laying on his stomach. he tore down mingi’s pants so he his ass was out. echo moved to lower his pants and lined up to mingi’s hole.

echo spat on his hand and lathered up his cock before sliding into mingi. the two had fucked the night prior which left mingi still stretched out.

mingi cried out from the sudden filling feeling. echo didn't let him adjust fully before pounding into him roughly. the pain turned to pleasure not long after though and soon mingi was a drooling and whimpering mess.

echo moved forward to leave some kisses along mingi’s back along with grasping on to his very over sensitive cock. he matched the pumping rhythm to his thrusts.

mingi was feeling both sensitive, sore, and pleasurable all in one as tears started to fall from his eyes. he was crying mostly from pleasure which mixed in with his drool.

echo was thoroughly enjoying mingi’s whimpers and moans as he continued to abuse his hole and cock. “that's it baby, you're doing so good for me slut. do i make you feel so good baby? are you nothing but a plaything for me to use?”

mingi’s mind was clouded as he slipped more into his sub space mind along with pleasure completely taking over. all he could do was moan in response.

echo laughed at this slightly, happily meeting his goal of getting mingi to think about only how good he makes him feel.

mingi was close for his second orgasm and made sure to say something to echo this time. “i’m so close baby! please can i cum?”

echo thought about it for a moment before deciding no and tightening his grip on mingi’s cock to stop him from spilling. “no. not yet whore. you can wait until i’m done.”

mingi cried out from the grip on his dick as he put his face in the couch cushions. he was sure that everyone could hear them but he didn’t care. all he wanted was to cum again and get affection after.

echo continued his pace for a few more minutes before he felt himself also close to his release. he released mingi’s cock, “okay baby, you can cum.”

mingi whined in relief and response as he came hard for the second time all over the couch seats. echo followed soon after, coming deep in mingi.

the two stayed still to catch their breaths. echo pulled out, cum leaking out after him. he got up and grabbed some tissues to clean up himself than mingi.

“come on princess, let’s get you dressed and let’s go home.” echo praised, kissing his boyfriend’s lips while moving to grab his clothes.

mingi was still in his sub space mindset as he made small movements to get up. he held out his arms, signaling he wanted affection. echo, of course, obliged.

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“Come down, night rain, night rain, dripping

down on us all night until the morning.”

[herbalsingularitea]

Holly Jolly (Chapter 14)

Summary - “Why?” she wheezed. “Why do you want me to see what you are now?”

He pulled her in closer, slowing even more to a leisurely speed as they skated over the moonlit lake.

“Because,” he started, looking wistfully into her face, “you are so much more to me now than you were before.”

Pairing - Bernard x Female OC

Word Count - 5381

Warning - This chapter is rated M for some mature themes

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Chapter 14 - Kiss Her Once For Me

Holly swallowed the last of her cocoa, the goat’s cream leaving a funky aftertaste that she didn’t entirely love. The overall drink was good, but she probably wouldn’t have it twice. 

Bernard was already done with his drink, his fist supporting his cheek as he watched her. She waited for him to say something—it seemed like he wanted to. But he just kept silent, a curl at one side of his lip as he observed her. 

“Well, that was fun,” she remarked lightly. 

He hummed, then he lifted his hand to his upper lip, motioning in a way that indicated she had something there. Embarrassment colored her cheeks and she quickly brought a napkin up to get rid of the goat’s cream that had clung to her lip. 

Soft laughter danced in the air. He was still watching her, fondness bright in his eyes. The red on her face deepened and she cleared her throat, pushing past the shy fluttering his eyes evoked in her. 

“So, uh, what’s next? Skating?” 

“If you’d like. Did you want to talk now?” he asked, brows raising. An uncertainty now tensed his posture. 

Anxious eyes darted to the side, severing his consuming gaze from her. She examined the decorations around them, trying to find the right words. 

“Well,” she started, “I was actually hoping we could talk while we skate.” She fiddled nervously with her empty cup. “It seems like we might have a pretty intense discussion coming up. It might be nice to have something else to do during it, y’know?”

“Nervous energy?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” she sighed. 

He hummed again. “That’s fine, yeah. Let’s head to the skate hut.”

They gathered their plates and mugs and headed back towards the lake, stopping by the food table to place their dishes on the tray marked ‘dirty’. 

The lake wasn’t far from the table, the hut situated between. Bernard pulled out a key and opened the hut so they could choose skates. Holly wasn’t sure what to look for, so he helped her find the right size and lace up. 

At the edge of the lake, the candles that had been burning before were snuffed out, leaving them bathed  only in moonlight and the faint glow of the barrier. 

Bernard glided out in front, fluidly skating a figure eight before turning back to wait for her. Her ankles shook with the effort to stay upright as she inched out onto the ice, wobbling all the way. Her arms flew out to her sides to help steady her as she left the snow completely and started slipping across the opalescent lake. 

Her eyes were fixed on her skates, watching as she carefully lifted one foot and then the other to pick up a little speed. 

“Nice!” His voice was far away, the swishing sound of skates on ice circling around her. 

She looked up at the praise, but started wobbling again once she did. She gasped and returned her focus to her feet. 

“Well, that’s not gonna be any fun. You gotta be able to take your eyes off the ice, Holly Jolly!”

“It’s hard , okay? Like I said, I haven’t done this since I was a kid!”

“Come on, you can do it! Look at me.” The command came from much closer now, somewhere directly ahead of her. 

“I can’t, I’ll fall!” 

“No you won’t.”

Suddenly two large lovely hands were in her field of vision reaching for her own. She pitched forward in surprise at the unexpected sight, and his hands caught hers, helping her regain balance. He used the momentum of her slip to push back out into an easy glide. She held him tight as his backward motion pulled her forward even faster than before. 

“You just need to get a feel for it first. Now look at me.”

She looked up. 

He was like a vision of a winter prince in his fur hat and cloak, skating so smoothly, not even needing to look where he was going. She felt her legs straighten out as the wobbling steadied, the speed actually helping her with her balance. His body rocked as he lifted one foot after the other and she consciously tried to match his rhythm. 

He smiled, his eyes sparkling at her almost as much as his cheeks. 

She felt giddy as she beamed back at him. 

“Ha! I’m doing it!”

“See? What’d I tell you.” His hands squeezed hers. “Ready to let go?”

“Uh, no, not yet please,” she said while chewing her lip worriedly. 

“That’s fine. Whenever you’re ready. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

Did they? Did he ? She thought back to those black and white pictures on his mantle. Now was the time to ask, she supposed. Now or never. 

“Bernard?”

His expression sobered as he noticed her change in mood. 

“Yeah?”

“Those pictures at your house, the ones on the mantle, y’know?”

His hands tightened around hers for a split second before relaxing again. The moon shone from behind him, hiding his face from her. His tone was carefully neutral as he hummed his answer. 

“Mmhm.”

Her lip shook as she searched the dark shape in front of her for the familiar warm brown eyes that always brought her comfort when she needed it. But the shadow cast over him was dark and cold, unreadable. 

“W-well, I was wondering, uhh…” She inhaled a steadying breath. “Um, there’s a person in those pictures that looks like you. And I was wondering, um, well—is that a relative of yours?”

“No,” he said, “not a relative.”

They were turning now, curving with the natural shape of the lake. Moonbeams cut into the shadows revealing the edge of a sharp eye, watching and waiting. 

“Oh. Okay, so,” she gulped, looking over his shoulder, his stare too heavy to hold. “S-so… that was you?”

He paused before answering. The warmth of his hands burned hers and she couldn’t decide if the feeling was grounding or distracting. 

“Yeah, Holly. They’re pictures of me.”

“They looked really old.” She was trembling again. 

“That’s because,” his voice was soft and gentle, trying to ease the blow that was coming, “I’m really old.”

A hitched breath got stuck in her throat. 

She had been expecting this, really, but now to be faced with it so blatantly—she couldn’t stop shaking. The motion traveled up her arms and down to her legs, unsteadily wobbling once more. 

His skating slowed when it seemed like she might let go of him, but she held on, her grip tightening as she tried to will the trembles away. 

Her hands still had a slight tremor, but her voice was still as she asked, “How old are you, precisely?”

Voice still carefully soft, he answered, “I can’t remember exactly, but I’m at least 1600 years old.”

She startled, her eyes coming back to lock with his now illuminated ones in astonishment. The smooth rosy face before her was calm, his bouncy curls swaying with the changing directions as they circled the lake. She was relieved to see he didn’t look as menacing as she’d imagined he would. For a moment, she feared he would be angry at her discovery, but no—he was still just Bernard, wasn’t he? 

Wasn’t he?

“Breathe, Holly.”

She sucked in a breath with trembling lips. 

“Are you an elf?” she whispered. 

“Yes,” he answered, just as quiet. “You know where you are. You know what I am. You know what Morozko really is.”

“Stop,” she said, eyes closing briefly. “I do know, b-but stop. I can’t right now. It makes my head hurt when I think about it.”

“That’s perfectly understandable. Expected, even. Adult humans just can’t easily believe. Magic grows out of them and some sort of mental block goes up.”

She blinked. “Is that why my head’s been so foggy?”

His thumbs rubbed the backs of her hands soothingly, the trembles from before settling somewhat, though her heart still raced in her chest. 

“Most likely, yeah. Human children don’t need to see to believe. But adults are different. Your mind is trying to protect you from all this. In the human world, this phenomenon works so well, we don’t have to hide anything about ourselves. Adults will just see what they want to see and their brains will fill in the gaps with whatever explanation makes the most sense to them. But you and I were going to be spending so much time together, I tried to at least somewhat hide what I am.”

“But you stopped trying. When we went up the mountain, you hardly tried at all,” she pointed out. 

“Yeah,” he said, simply. 

“Why?” she wheezed. “Why do you want me to see what you are now?”

He pulled her in closer, slowing even more to a leisurely speed as they skated over the moonlit lake. 

“Because,” he started, looking wistfully into her face, “you are so much more to me now than you were before.”

“We’ve only known each other for less than two months, though!” she cried. 

“So tell me you don’t feel it too, then.”

Her mouth fell open, but no sound came out. 

She couldn’t tell him that. Because she did feel it too. And he knew it. 

She searched his dark eyes; he didn’t exactly look surprised—just hopeful. 

“Why is this happening, Bernard? I’ve never ever felt like this for someone before.”

“Me either.” His lip curled up at one end. “My heart’s bonded to you. I don’t have much say in it anymore.”

“So what, it’s destiny? Like soulmates?” She scoffed, her eyebrows pulling low at the idea. She never liked that part in stories, where people fell in love at first sight as if they never had a choice in the matter. 

“Nothing so grand as that. But what we could have—it’s special. For my kind, love is so important. It’s not exactly rare, but it’s not common either. When one of us falls in love, it’s a kind of magic itself. The purest kind.”

“So you’ve magicked me into falling for you?”

“No!” He slid to a stop in the middle of the lake, hands still holding hers. “No.” His throat bobbed as he searched for words. “Actually, that’s why I wanted you to meet Judy—to make sure you weren’t magic dazzled into thinking you had feelings for me.” Wonder played across his face as he recalled Judy’s verdict. “But you aren’t. You see me, all my strengths and weaknesses, my successes and faults. All of it.” A delighted smile split his face. “And you like me anyways.”

She smiled back in spite of herself, his mood catching. “I do. I really do. I think you’re an amazing person, Bernard. B-but I don’t know about love quite yet-”

He cut her off, hands raising earnestly between them. 

“That’s the thing, it’s not love! It’s just the probability of love. It’s not magic that made me have feelings for you. I grew to know and care about you and now I can feel the magic that’s being created from that bond in my heart and someday that will turn into love—for me at least.” He cringed at his own description, aware of how strange it must sound to a human. “It’s, uh, hard to explain, exactly. But my heart knows I will fall for you someday, so it’s preparing for that.”

“So in a w-way, you’ve got your ‘heart set on it’?” She tried to joke, but her voice wasn’t as confident as she’d hoped, a nervous tremor causing a brief stutter. She wasn’t sure what he meant exactly by all this, but at least he wasn’t confessing his love for her. She liked him—a lot. But love wasn’t a step she was ready for, especially after the revelation that he wasn’t human like her. 

“Ha, hm, yeah actually. It’s exactly like that.” A small grin lit his face at her attempt at teasing. “Whatever you feel on your end—that’s 100% on you, though. I promise.”

“It feels so different, though! I’ve seriously never felt like this for someone before, Bernard” she said in a rush. 

“Boy, you sure know how to flatter a guy.” His eyes crinkled. “But no, it’s all you. I’ve not exactly been abstinent in my life, but I swear I’ve never felt like this before either. I mean, obviously not, since my heart’s never even tried bonding with someone besides you. It’s… a little terrifying, honestly.”

“I still don’t get how ‘bonding’ is any different from getting to know someone and dating like normal.”

His eyes searched the air for a way to explain. “The difference is inherent to elves, I think. I can’t exactly speak for humans, but sometimes you get to know someone and there’s either a spark or there isn’t, right?” She nodded, watching his face closely. “Okay, so then imagine there’s that initial spark and you think ‘I want to know them’ so you spend time together. But then the more time you spend together, the more the spark ignites, until one day you realize you don’t have the ability to walk away anymore. You aren’t in love yet, but you know that’s where you’re headed.”

“It doesn’t sound very magical when you put it like that.” She squinted at him in confusion, still unsure as to the difference between that and what humans experienced. 

“I’m trying to take the magic out of the explanation so you can understand it better,” he sighed. “It’s that, but it’s also so much more than that. My heart is the source of my magic. If my heart is making magic because of you , that’s very, very significant. Elf love is never one-sided. If an elf heart has bonded to another, then that other always bonds back.” 

Her eyes widened and he rushed to continue his explanation. “But it’s not forced! It’s a mutual decision by both hearts. One wouldn’t bond without the other also wanting to bond. If someone feels a heart bond, then they can be sure the other person feels it too.” His shoulders squared as he leaned forward and squeezed her hands once more. “Let me put it this way: my heart trusts you enough to allow me to fall for you.”

His words were starting to come together in her mind. Whatever his heart was, it seemed to be a kind of independent force. Part of him, but not at the same time. It believed that she and Bernard could work out long term, essentially, so it was going ahead and… creating magic? Performing some sort of maybe-biological elf function because it was sure of this. Sure of her . 

Whether or not she had the same kind of ‘heart’ he did was unclear, but his heart wouldn’t have bonded if she didn’t have something that responded to him with a reciprocal bond. Searching her own feelings, she found that a lot of what he was describing lined up with her own experience. She had liked him from almost the beginning, but what had started as physical attraction had soon transformed into affection—friendship and fondness. Every interaction they’ve had together brought her closer and closer to love herself. She also felt like it was inevitable at this point. 

She just wasn’t as open to declaring it at this stage as he seemed to be. But from how he described elf bonds, it made sense why he’d go ahead and reveal himself. Humans might dance around each other for years at this stage of a relationship. But elves already knew if someone liked them back because their hearts made it obvious. It was essentially a promise. He didn’t love her. But he would, someday. 

Assigning it a more straightforward definition like that did make it seem less daunting than if he’d said they were actually soulmates. She wasn’t sure how she’d have reacted if that was the case. 

She snorted, feeling reassured for now. “So… no pressure?”

“None. If you don’t want this, then that’s okay.”

She worried her lip between her teeth, averting her eyes over his shoulder. 

“But I know now, right? So what happens if I change my mind?”

A pained expression flashed across his face before he blinked and became solemn. “Then you’ll be dusted,” he said, hurrying to continue once he saw her disturbed expression. “No, wait—that sounds worse than it is.”

“Dusted? Like cremated or something? I’d say that’s pressure, Bernard!”

“No—it’s not like that at all. Listen,” he raised his hands placatingly. “‘Dusting’ is what we do to make humans forget the magical things they see sometimes.” His hands landed on her shoulders, rubbing down her arms lightly. “It’s to preserve our secrecy, but I promise it’s not harmful at all.” He shook his head to emphasize his point. “You’d forget about me and whatever part I’ve had in your life until now. All our work, the time we’ve spent together—you’d forget my place in it. You might be a little foggy for a few days, but that’s it. Your memory would fill in any gaps and you’d live your life normally from that point forward. And of course, our bond would be severed, but you wouldn’t even know it since you wouldn’t remember me.”

His explanation pacified her, but the whole thing still left a bad taste in her mouth. She didn’t want anyone to mess with her memories. It honestly sounded pretty invasive. She wouldn’t exactly be able to stop it though, if they decided she needed to be ‘dusted’. 

She hoped it wouldn’t be an issue at all, however, since she had no intention of stopping what was developing between her and Bernard. 

So he was an elf. 

Everyone had their quirks, she supposed. 

And yeah, she knew this was a pretty big pill to swallow. Even now when she dwelled too long on his inherent inhumanness, her mind would try to redirect to something easier, more familiar. It was hard to battle against her own instincts. But when she looked into his eyes, she couldn’t help but think—he was worth it. 

An air of longing hung about her as she looked up at him, a shiver running through her at the way the moon reflected in those dark eyes. 

“I don’t want to forget you, Bernard,” she whispered. “I don’t want to forget any of this. Not gonna lie, it’s… a lot. Actually, yeah, it’s terrifying. But… it’s a part of you, right?” He nodded, and she smiled shakily. “Then I want to know it—I want to know you . Every part of you.” 

She slid closer, her hands traveling up his arms and over his shoulders to hover over his sparkling cheeks. After a moment’s hesitation, her palms cupped his face and he exhaled, his expression softening into something gentle and relieved. Her thumbs caressed the silvery flecks in wonder. He reached up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, the back of his fingers skimming along her cheek as he returned his hand to her shoulder. She sighed with trembling lips and his eyes locked in on the motion, brows tilting up. 

“I meant what I said before; I would never hurt you, Holly. You’re safe with me.”

The scent of peppermint wafted across her face and she realized how close their faces were. The frosty mist had suddenly cleared, the moonlight illuminating them even brighter than before. 

Holly looked into his dark eyes, heavily lidded, his thick lashes fluttering as his breathing hitched. 

“I know,” she whispered. 

His gaze flitted down to watch as her tongue lightly wet her lips. His eyes stayed there watching and her own gaze slid down to his lips—pink and full. His breaths turned slightly ragged and she noticed her own soft pants matching them. 

Her heart thudded hard in her chest, and she was distantly aware that his hands had come up to frame her face as well. His face loomed closer, her eyes gently closed, and then—

Their lips met. 

It was the barest hint of pressure; despite the slight scrape of his five o’clock shadow, his lips were unbelievably soft. He slid them against her own, slotting them into a better fit as he deepened the kiss. She remembered to breathe and was filled with the taste of peppermint and nutmeg. 

His hands moved to angle her head and she felt his fingers stroke gently around the curve of her ear. It occurred to her then that her own ears were probably as novel to him as pointed ears were to her. 

Which reminded her…

Her hands slid from his cheeks into his dark curls, the soft locks wrapping themselves around her fingers. She followed the line of his sharp jaw up to his ears until she touched his lobes. 

He broke the kiss to take a shakey breath before claiming her lips again, this time running the tip of his tongue along the seam of her mouth. She hummed at the pleasant sensation and let her jaw fall open just slightly to catch his bottom lip briefly between her teeth. 

The low rumble that came from his throat lit a fire deep in her belly. 

Her fingers twitched up further along the edge of his ears. And they just kept going and going. The normal curve she expected from a human ear never came. Instead, she felt them twist up into a delicate point, and her thumbs automatically came up to rub the points curiously between her fingers. 

He groaned deeply into her mouth, their kiss becoming more heated. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she gasped. She’d never been big on kisses like this before. The men and women she’d been with before had always kissed sloppily, their tongues stiff and demanding—eager to get to the ‘good part’. But Bernard caressed her tongue with his own until they were writhing together, pulling back now and then to flit it against her lips playfully before diving back in. His kisses were slow and sensual, like he was in no rush at all. Like he was exactly where he wanted to be. 

Despite the cold air, she felt overheated. She continued to rub the points of his ears, the odd shape strangely enticing to her. She wanted to see them. She wanted to kiss them. She wanted to kiss a lot of parts of him. 

But this was just the start to their unusual relationship. 

Bernard obviously had no problems taking things slow and following her lead. She really appreciated that, because despite the wetness pooling between her thighs, she knew that she shouldn’t jump into this too hastily. She’d only just come to grips with his being an elf. She needed to adjust. 

She pulled back and his lips reluctantly parted with hers. 

God, he was beautiful. 

His eyes were bright and piercing, his brows tilted up in an absolutely sinful expression of longing. 

He was panting openly, clouds puffing into the air. 

And those lips —red and shiney. Swollen from their passion. 

Holly was sure her own face looked similarly debauched. 

“Wow, you are good at that.”

He wheezed a short laugh, his composure coming back to him gradually. “You aren’t too bad yourself, there.”  

His hands fell onto her hips, wrapping long fingers around her waist in a loose embrace. Her own hands stroked his ears from tip to lobe once more before retreating. His breathing stuttered at the sensation and she recalled how flustered he’d gotten when she first started touching his ears. She tucked that knowledge away for later. 

Her fingers got tangled for a moment in the thick curls, but she twisted them loose easily enough. She pulled one spiraled lock playfully and watched it bounce back into shape with a giggle. 

“I like your hair,” she sighed. “You’re so beautiful, Bernard.”

“I think you’re beautiful too, Holly. And your ears are adorable.”

“Adorable! What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Are you kidding me, they’re so cute! So round and little. Absolutely adorable.”

“Sheesh, you would think that, you elf ,” she snickered. 

He smirked, one hand coming up to tweak playfully at her ear. She squealed and wiggled out of his embrace, wobbly skating away to escape his ticklish touch. 

He laughed and skated after her, deliberately staying one step behind her as they started making a loop around the frozen lake together. 

--

Curtis pulled away from the playful nuzzling of the taller elf beside him. 

“I think I forgot my luhkka!”

“Can it wait till morning? I’m sure it’ll be fine til then.”

“No, no, it was a gift from my family when I first left home. I need to go get it!”

“Well, if you insist, I don’t mind walking back with you, my dear.”

“Oh, no, that’s okay. You go on up and get a fire started in the room for us so it’s nice and warm. I’ll be quick.”

Quintin gave him a quick squeeze around his middle, pecking him once on his round nose before stepping into the cottage and heading toward the elevators.  

Curtis stepped back out into the snow and turned towards the wide deserted snow path leading back to the lake. 

Their carriage had taken them to the nearby rentals. They had decided to get a nice little room on the top floor for the night. Curtis was new to this and so was Quintin, so he had no real expectations, but they wanted to escape somewhere warm for the rest of the evening at least. The walk back to Downtown Nord was long and cold, after all. 

Curtis was 900 years old, not too young by any means. Quintin was only 400 himself. Elves usually reached maturity around 50, but as a species, they were so work focused that apprenticeships ensured romance and sexuality weren’t explored until they were 400-500 when most elves would be considered skilled enough to work independently. And then of course, elves didn’t usually become masters in their crafts until they reached the quadruple digits, so many elves didn’t make time for serious relationships until they were much, much older than Curtis. 

And yet here he was with a cocky young elf man, considering something more when he was at the busiest epoch of his career. It was downright irresponsible. He wondered what Bernard would say about it. 

He’d probably scold Curtis for wasting time that could be used for work. 

He and Quintin were probably one of the youngest couples at the North Pole. At least, he thought they were a couple. He hoped they were. 

He couldn’t wait to get back and find out, that’s for sure. 

The carriages were empty, the drivers retiring for the night after the last group was carted out. He’d have to walk, but that was okay. It wasn’t too far. 

He made relatively good time, he thought. Or maybe he’d been day dreaming of the exact shade of Quintin’s eyes and how similar it was to the needles on the pine trees he was walking by and had lost track of time. Either way, he blinked and found himself at the kotatsu pits near the forest. 

And there on the table closest to the tree line was his luhkka! 

He ran to grab it when an unexpected voice stopped him in his tracks. 

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite little elf!”

“Jack!”

Jack, indeed. The legendary figure stood just beyond the tree line, strutting down the foot path like he hadn’t a care in the world. 

Curtis picked up his forgotten luhkka and pulled it over his head before joining Jack on the path. 

“You missed the party, I’m afraid. Everyone’s already gone home.”

“Not everyone,” Jack said coyly. 

Curtis laughed lightly. 

“Oh, I just came back to grab my luhkka.”

“Not exactly what I meant, but I’m sure we’ll get there,” Jack quipped, a frosted brow primly arched. Curtis opened his mouth, confusion tinting his face, but Jack plowed on. “Anyways! Your what-a now?”

Curtis blinked at the mercurial legend. “My luhkka! See?” He lifted the edge of it to show Jack, who sneered in distaste. 

“Charming little outfit, I’m sure. You said you came back for it?”

“Yeah, from the cottages. I’m just heading back there now, actually. Quintin and I are renting for the night,” he said, affection creeping into his voice as he pictured the charming elf waiting by the fire for him. 

Jack smirked, delighted. “That’s certainly a development! So you’re an item now?”

“Well, no, not exactly.” His feet shuffled along as he tried to keep up with Jack’s long strides. “I mean, maybe? Probably not, though. Elves in our position just don’t have time for serious relationships.”

“Well, some obviously do. Otherwise, there’d be no point to a Valentines Party, would there?” Jack pointed out. 

They were reaching the top of the hill now, Jack’s gait slowing so Curtis could catch up. 

“Sure, but those elves are older, set in their careers like Judy. Elves my age can’t afford to waste time on stuff like that,” Curtis explained matter-of-factly. “Bernard would agree with me. Romance should be the least of my worries right now.”

Jack stopped walking, suddenly whirling around to face Curtis. They were at the highest point on the path now, but it was hard to see past the misty frost that hung over the snowy landscape. 

“Bernard is old enough, though, isn’t he? Arch Elf that he is,” Jack sneered, “there must not be anymore career goals to even achieve at his level, right?”

“Well, I mean, he could , but-“

Jack straightened, arms behind his back as he considered the little elf before him with a mischievous grin. 

“So it probably makes sense then for Old Man Bernie to be cozying up with his human honey. He must not be as busy as I thought.”

Curtis sighed, exasperated. “We’ve already been over this, Jack, Bernard isn’t interested in some nasty human.”

“Everyone needs a tender touch now and then, Curt-o.”

“Not everyone .”

Jack’s icy stare bore down on him.

“So Bernie isn’t interested in that sort of thing, then?”

“Well, no, he is!” Curtis stumbled. “I know he’s been seen with a few elves before, but just casually, you know? There’s just no way Bernard would get seriously involved with someone, especially now when our Santa isn’t here. We have so much work we have to do—we’re barely keeping up! I’m stressed to my limit most days and I know he is too.” 

Jack’s fingers twirled subtly behind his back, frost in the air condensing onto the tips as the air in front of them started to clear. 

“Well, kid, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but your boss is currently canoodling with that human as we speak,” Jack purred. 

Curtis tilted his head, taken aback at Jack’s declaration. 

“What are you talking about?”

“See for yourself!” He inclined his head. 

Just then, the icy fog completely lifted enough to give them a clear look down at the frozen lake. 

And there, locked in a passionate kiss were Bernard and the human. 

His stomach sank. 

He couldn’t believe it. Bernard was kissing a human ? Of all creatures, he’d lower himself to that ? Curtis felt his lip curl in mild disgust at the sight. 

“Doesn’t seem fair, does it?”

He couldn’t take his eyes off them. The longer it went on, the more his lips pulled down into an ugly grimace. 

“What doesn’t seem fair?” He asked distractedly, still watching as the kiss deepened. 

“Why, that you would agonize over whether you should get to see your new beau because of how busy you are, when Bernie here has been blowing off work to spend time with that .” Jack tsk’d in exaggerated sympathy. “It just isn’t right , if you ask me . Downright hypocritical , even.”

As Curtis watched the two figures still locked in a lover’s embrace down on the lake, he saw a tinge of red color the scene in his mind. His eyes narrowed as the human laughed and skated away, Bernard chasing after her, his own laugh ringing out into the night. 

Curtis had never heard the Head Elf laugh before. 

“You’re right, Jack. That isn’t fair. Not at all.” 

[aeroteaka]

Okay so...like....I typically homebrew small house rules to make my life easier or to add a extra level of something that I think would be fun in a game. This time around I wanted to fill a good I felt was missing from 5e. And that hole was Space Clowns. So I spent a good amount of time on my notepad and spun up this lovely little setup. It's not perfect, and will probably see more balance over time if there is ever a call for it. Plus as written my Clownin can work in all kinds of games. Or at least I'd like to think they could. So please enjoy and let me know what you all think.

Clownin Dnd 5e Race V3.0

The Feywilds is a chaotic and untamed place, filled with the strange and unknown. So it’s only natural over time that humans would try and set up settlements there. Over the decades the Fey Courts took notice of this and decided, in their own way, to help the settlers fit in. They introduced them to the ways of the Wilds, from its people and culture to the stories and magic behind it. Generations later the humans found themselves changing to match their new surroundings, there was no need to stay so glum, they let their worries melt away as they focused on the bright side, and most important of all they learned to laugh and roll with the punches. Over time these humans took on a new name and title: The Clownin. Over the recent years each Clownin village (Unironically called a circus by their own people) have begun to specialize in their own form of acts, trades, and forms of comedy. The Clowns focus on their acrobatics, showing off their dexterity whenever the chance arrives. Be that on the high wires, the trapeze, or even roll and flipping around on the ground. The Jesters have and always will be the loudest and most rowdy of the bunch. They love a good joke, and they are rather dedicated to finding the best punchlines. And last but not least the Harlequins. They might be quiet but they never lack for showmanship. They love showing off their own mystical arts.

While it might be rare for the Clownin

Basic Clownin Features

Age: Laughter keeps you young, at least that’s what they say. Most Clownin live for a century.

Alignment: Clownin comes in all varieties, from the good to the bad.

Size: They range from 3ft to 7ft and yet stay medium somehow.

Speed: 30ft, it’s impressive given the big shoes that some wear.

Languages: Common and Sylvan, it’s hard to survive in the wilds with anything else.

Ability Scores: 2 to one choice, 1 to another

You’re One in a Million: Clownin faces are unique, with markings that only they bare. With these unique markings it is almost impossible to disguise themselves as anything other than a Clownin. They have disadvantage on disguise checks to look normal. It is a well known taboo in most circuses for a Clownin to try and mimic another Clownin face. Most of the roguish variety take that as a cue to never get caught.

Clownin Lineages

Clown Features

Skills: Clowns are Proficient in Acrobatics

Leaps and Bounds: The Clowns are the master of a variety of Acrobatic techniques which makes it hard for almost anyone to catch them. Up to their proficiency bonus the Clown in question can take the Tumble Action. This feature refreshes after a long rest.

The Tumble

You gain the benefits of taking the Dash and Disengage actions.

You gain a climbing speed equal to your current speed.

You take half damage from falling.

Wire Trick: In the hands of a trained clown wires are your best friend and can even be your strongest weapon. Regardless of how thin the wires are if stretched and strung out it can support your weight, and your weight only. You’re able to walk across as if it was normal terrain (In a similar fashion to spider climb). You are proficient in using wires as weapons. (Items and Stats found at the end.)

Jester Features

Skills: Proficient in Athletics and Improvised Weapons

The Great and Mighty Bonk: When the Jester hits someone with a melee attack they are able to push a target one size larger than them x2 their charisma score in feet away from them. If the target is pushed into an obstacle then add an additional d6 damage per 5 ft distance that wasn’t traveled. A Jester is able to do this a number of times equal to their proficiency bonus. It refreshes after a long rest.

It’s just a prop I swear: It’s mind over matter when you’re out in the field. And sometimes you have to stay dedicated to the bit. In the hands of a Jester Improvised Weapons have the magical property when trying to overcome resistances.

Harlequin Features

Skills: Proficient in Arcana and Simple Ranged Weapons

Tricks of the Trade: You know the Prestidigitation cantrip. Starting at 3rd level, you can cast the Jump or Feather Fall. Once you cast Jump or Feather Fall with this trait, you can't cast that spell with it again until you finish a long rest. You can also cast either of those spells using any spell slots you have of the appropriate level. Intelligence, Wisdom, or Charisma is your spellcasting ability for these spells when you cast them with this trait (choose when you select this race).

Can’t Fool the Fool: Nothing is worse than a buzzkill or a heckler so you’ve found a way to get secret revenge while picking up something useful along the way. You can cast the spell Detect Thoughts once per long rest. If a creature or person is able to resist your attempts to probe deeper then they’ll be met with some sort of embarrassment or social gaff. They might loudly pass gas, unleash a thunderous burp, trip and fall, or be compelled to tell a tasteless joke.

Shopping With the Clowns

Shopping for a Clownin can be difficult at times. It’s hard to come across the tools and tricks of the trade like you can back at home. So that’s why some of them took up the mantle as a traveling band of hucksters. To those with an untrained eye these clowns are selling trinkets at ludicrous prices. But to those in the know? It’s a treasure trove. Listed below are a list of items both common and magical that you might find in the travel store Pennymise. The GM has final say on who can or can’t use these items.

Fancy Deck of Cards

Simple Ranged Weapon

Non-Magical

They come in a variety of colors and suits, and are strangely heavier than your typical playing cards. Comes in a Stack of 50. Cause you don’t need those extra Jokers around.

Typical Price 1 to 5 GP

Ranged (20 - 60), Finesse

Deals 1d4 Slashing

Tarot Array

Simple Ranged Weapon

Non-Magical

It’s all fun and games till someone needs to get hurt. This deck is built with violence and divination in mind. This deck comes in many bright and colorful cases so they are hard to hide. And they are well known to be weapons in a Clownins hands. There are 54 cards in this deck.

Typical Price 25 to 30 Gp

Ranged (10 – 50), Finesse

Deals 1d6 Slashing

Old Beebops Deck of Tricks

Legendary Artifact

Simple Ranged Weapon

Old Clownin go down in history for their gags and props. This one is no different. Old Beebops lived to be 113 and this was the deck that made him famous in his Circus and feared by the killjoys who threatened it. It now finds its way to the hands of those who need it...or the ones who can afford it. Whichever comes first.

Ranged (30 – 90), Finesse

Damage 2d4 Slashing

Special: Old Beebops is a +3 simple ranged weapon. It must be attuned by a Clownin of a Neutral Alignment. (Yes it has opinions but it has the opinions of a sweet old grandpa.) Has 10 charges and gains 1d4 charges back on every sunrise. (Or long rest if you happen to be traveling in space) On a successful attack roll a d4, the result will tell you what effect happens.

1: Add your proficiency score to your damage total.

2: A bunch of balloons explode from the card around the hit target causing them to have disadvantage on their next attack.

3: The closest ally may use their reaction to hit the target if they are in range. (Takes up 2 charges)

4. Regain 1 Charge and 1 HP to your character.

50ft of Wire

Non-Magical Wire

A classic want and need amongst the clowns. Perfect for fishing, high wire acts, and just a good old fashion smackdown.

3 GP

Requires a Passive Perception Score of 15 to see normally or opposed Perception vs the Wielders Sleight of Hand. When used as a weapon, wire does not give advantage on attack rolls unless it is a surprise round. Wire has 2 hit points and can be burst with a DC 12 Strength check.

Reach (5ft), Two Handed, Finesse

1d6 Bludgeoning

50ft of Fancy Wire

Magical AND Silver Wire

103 GP

Look sometimes the crowd gets a little wild and you need to be ready for everything. And this? This is your answer, it’s a good one too.

Requires a Passive Perception Score of 15 to see normally or opposed Perception vs the Wielders Sleight of Hand.When used as a weapon, wire does not give advantage on attack rolls unless it is a surprise round. Wire has 2 hit points and can be burst with a DC 15 Strength check.

Reach (5ft), Two Handed, Finesse

1d6 Bludgeoning

Knick Knack’s Big Reel O’ Wire

Legendary Artifact

Wire

Some Clownin like the high wire acts, others exist for it. And Knick Knack knew how to live it up with his Big Reel. The reel holds about 500 ft of wire, and when attuned to someone they can set a command word to wind or unwind the wire to a desired length. If for whatever reason the wire is cut or broken off at a section the Reel will regrow 25ft every long rest or sunrise till it’s back to its full length of 500ft. Requires a Passive Perception Score of 15 to see normally or opposed Perception vs the Wielders Sleight of Hand. When used as a weapon, wire does not give advantage on attack rolls unless it is a surprise round. Knick Knack’s Big Reel O’ Wire counts as a +2 Weapon in the hands of a Clown.

Reach (10ft), Two Handed, Finesse

Damage: 1d8 Bludgeon.

Special: You may use these wires to perform the grapple action (See the PHB for rules on grapples). While you are in control of the grapple on your turn you can use your action to tighten the wires and deal 1d4 piercing damage to the target grappled. If the target succeeds in breaking the grapple the wires two things happen. The wires break and the user loses those 10ft and must pull out another 10ft to use. And if they wish they can use their reaction to deal 1d6 Piercing damage as the wires break over the target's body.

[the-melancholy-muse]

Vinyl Moon Volume 97: The Pond Beyond

With Strength, Brandon.

This volume required more strength to digest than I imagined it would, but by the end the pros outweighed the cons.

Listen along with me here. Playlist is also on Spotify.

Let's get into first impressions.

Did I over-hpye this volume before it hit my turntable? Perhaps. I blame a simple premise: KOI BIAS.

The album art truly hooked me in on this one.

I grew up watching my parents' 20 gallon fish tank. I raised Betta in college. I was mildly dismayed wen my husband announced my dreams of aqua-scaping the apartment were officially cancelled when we adopted our cat-not-catfish.

Stereotypically, I worked at an aquarium. One that was home to 90 koi in an interactive exhibit. My employment ended; my visits to pet and feed my babies have not.

Koi pond album was definitely a catch of the month from the sheer looks of it.

VM 97 Listening Log

A1: TRIPPY CELLO INTRO. THIS WILL BE SUCH A DOPE VOLUME. Love the Vocal Timbres. LOVE IT ALL 10/10.

A2: ...was hoping the strings would remain constant. Credit goes to the funky bass line. The synth stabs are a bit too harsh. Downtempo ending was a nice contrast to the mainly repetitive song.

A3: Instantly love the accent of the vocalist and the shimmer guitar and synth. Minimalist chorus, but super effective. I honestly just see Ncuti as the 15th Doctor dancing in his TARDIS with this pumping out the jukebox. More my speed than A2.

A4: Hand percussion is always appreciated in my book. especially when it is slightly more prominent than a set. Downtempo groove and a filtered voice really brings out the isolation vibes the lyrics are giving off. Wall of soft sounds round out the ending. This might be my favorite section of the song. This one kind of just hangs in the air. Fits the lyrics. Not badly written at all, but didn't jump out at me. Still, better than A2.

A5: Traditional shoegaze bass melts into horns? They are not too bright. Feeling this jazz band feel. From jazz band to near silence and oceanic pads. Soft filters, gentle flute, super quiet orchestral brass chords. How did we get here? Compositional genius. Final, darker recurrence of the jazz band ends with a radio fade. 10/10 RECOMMEND. NUANCED SOUNDSCAPE. <CHEF'S KISS>

B1: How can this go from so right to so cloying in 21 seconds? Duet voices and ALL instrumentation hammering the same exact beat pattern in unison. MAKE IT STOP. The best retreat we get is the voices alternating and very basic accompaniment instruments. Voices have not changed their rhythms at all. The only "bridge" they muster is a guitar solo that follows the rhythm of the previous vocal line ...much like the entire song. A side ended in a 10. B side starts with a 1. where s this going to go?

B2: Opening is promising...until vocals start up. It's giving older Taylor Swift. Also giving dixie chicks? Or it sounds like the artist who sang "I'm Gonna Soak Up the Sun". This is not my personal style. Nothing wrong with it songwriting wise. Some people will LOVE this. For me, another dud. I fear for B3.

B3: SWEET RELIEF. This is a bop. Simplicity and plate reverb of surf rock meets a male vocalist who sounds similar to Fleet Foxes. There are a few guitar stabs throughout the chorus, but they add to the song instead of act as a distraction from the vocalist. Well balanced. Loved this little riser section in the kit. Loved all of it, actually. BRING ON B4.

B4: Okay. Stark contrast here. The very few seconds of dissonant notes were creepy in a fun way. This song is straight forward. Too much so for my taste. The main 4/4 beat is just slammed into your brain. Not much of a rhythm section or groove to this. Lyrics are fun though. Well-written electro pop. Great for a general pop audience. Do I think it belongs on this volume exactly where it sits in this track listing? Not really? Will I jam to this after leaving a toxic work environment? Probably bumping this on the way home from my last day. It's love-hate for me. Slightly less hopeful for B5, but there truly is sonic art in this volume, so who knows.

B5: Cutesy. I will take cute. This reminds me of the 2010s. It's catchy. It's easy on the ears. Love the folk instruments. It balances lyrical content with proper instrumental breaks...and just like that, it's done! A short little palette cleanser. For me, a palette cleanser was necessary. Ready? or not? for B6.

B6: SWEET JEEBUS ALL HOPE IS NOT LOST. Textured bliss. Uptempo, retro synths. Good balance between walls of sound in the chorus/bridge and minimalist instrumentation in the verses. The bridge gets an edgy intro, then BOOM wall of sound. This gives Walk the Moon's "Next in Line" vibes. Ends on a choppy arpeggio. This last track hit me hard. Glad I didn't give up when the water got rough.

PROS

The songs that I loved from this volume, I ADORED. They are going into shuffle rotation STAT. Absolute Bangers. I think I have found more bands to follow and fall ever deeper in love with.

CONS

There were definitely a few BIG NOPE songs on this album for me, and some songs fell flat. On top of a difference in taste, the volume lacked something I crave in finished works: COHESIVTY/COHESION. This volume felt like a jukebox or a radio station. I didn't find the inner story. I didn't feel like the songs were related whatsoever, and sometimes they didn't sound great one after the other.

OVERALL

This volume was important, but it was mid. Don't skip it outright. My ear's trash could be your ear's oasis. For me, Ill take the good, leave the bad, and most likely will not listen to volume 97 as a unit again.

[writinginthedarkwood]

Werewolf! Kirishimia Eijiro: A New Meaning to Golden Retriever Boyfriend.

Thank you so dearly for this request, it was so much fun to write. Prompt #16 “Not this again.” For the fictober event. If you have a request, please send me an ask I would love to write it. 

No warnings, fluffy and cute.

"You've got to be kidding me, not this again." You looked down at your phone, a long paragraph typed up from your boyfriend Eijiro in the same format as last month. An excuse, an apology, canceling tonight's plans, and about two more apologies. Tonight he's claiming stomach issues, but you know the truth. You sigh and check your bank account. If he would just tell the truth you could tell him that it wouldn't be a problem for you to pay for the movie tickets tonight! He makes good money, he must really spend over his budget. He's so chivalrous and sweet, it might insult him to try and pay for things sometimes. You don't mind, if only he'd just open up.

You decide that enough is enough, you're going over there and you're going to put an end to the lying! He's going to let you pay for the date if you have to drag him out by his ears. You throw on the outfit you had planned for your date, cleaned up your hair and head down the street into the night air. Eijiro's house is just outside of city lines in the suburbs. He has a nice end lot with a large field behind it. You're so jealous of his view. You hop on the bus and ride with head phones on, listening to a playlist he made you. The bus can be a little scary at night, but nobody is on here except for you. It's kind of peaceful just listening to music and staring at the full moon. It's large and round face is staring down at you like a caring grandmother.

 Another text pops up.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry I disappointed you. I have to get some sleep, I love you baby." You rolled your eyes. It's just past 10pm! You're not letting him sit and sulk in the dark alone all night. You resisted the urge to throw your phone into your bag in frustration. He is such a wonderful boyfriend 99% of the time, but he always seems like he's hiding a part of himself. What is it? A bad childhood? A gambling addiction? Is he secretly apart of the mafia??? The bus halted to a stop and left you outside of his neighborhood, you stomped all the way down the sidewalk to the end of the line of houses and stared at your boyfriends place. The porch light is off, but the lights are on inside. You know where he keeps the hidden spare key and jam it into the lock. You almost kick the door down as you shout for your boyfriend.

 He was sitting on the couch, tying his shoe laces. He's putting on hiking boots this late? "Hey! You're awake!" You slam the door behind you and scold your red headed sweet heart. "Babe what are you doing here? It's almost midnight!" His voice is shaking. He nervously looks at the clock on the wall and stands up. "You have to go baby, I'm really embarrassed! My stomach is-" "Stop lying! Your stomach is fine!" You want to raise your voice and yell, but his giant puppy dog eyes are so cute. You jam a finger into his chest and scrunch up your mouth, doing your best to look irritated. "I knew I would get here and see you're not hunched over a puke bucket!" He put both hands on your shoulders and gently rubbed up and down on your arms. He's such a large man, he's practically a wall he's so solid. Yet he always has the sweetest touches, making sure to be so gentle with you. His callused finger tips brushed against your skin and gave you goosebumps.

 It took every ounce of restraint in you not to fall right into his arms. "I'm sorry honey, but you really can't stay here tonight. I need you to head back home." He said hardly above a whisper. He kissed your forehead and you shoved his chest with all of your might. He didn't budge, but understood you wanted him away from you so he stepped back. "Oh I'm sorry, is your booty call on the way over and I'm interrupting?" You felt like someone had stabbed you right in the heart. It couldn’t be true, he has never showed any signs of being disloyal. You’re just tired and confused.

 Eijiro looked panicked. "Oh god of course not! No, no its not like that I swear!"  He swallowed you in his arms pushing your cheek against his pecks and kissing all over the top of your head. "There is nobody other than you, I could never even think of betraying you, you're my soul mate." He said between kisses. You wrapped your arms around him and snuggled in. His warmth overwhelming. "Well then what is it...?" You whined a bit, it's getting later and you want to just fall asleep in his arms. "Are you going to turn into a wolf at midnight?" You chuckled. His hand stopped running through your hair and he stiffened completely. You look up at him puzzled, he's staring down at you with a look of panic. "That's crazy why would you even say that?" He says all too seriously. You nervously laugh. "What's wrong? I was just joking. It's not like I really believe you're about to start howling at the full moon." Eijiro stared off into space, like his brain was loading and he couldn't think of what to say. "Right...?" You cocked an eyebrow at him. "It might be a little bit like that." He scratched his head. 

You two sat in the quiet for a little bit. Every time he tried to elaborate he ended up getting caught up in his own words. You two sat awkwardly in his living room until its about 5 minutes til midnight. "I- I'm going to go to the bathroom." He quickly dismissed himself, running to his bedroom and shutting the door. You followed quickly after him. Is he insane? Does he really expect you to just sit out here while he hides pretending to shape shift to get out of movie night? He's obviously  having a difficult time, maybe his money troubles make him feel emasculated? You softly tap on his bedroom door and it slips open. The bathroom door is closed shut with the light peaking out under the crack. You walk past his bed and dressers and hear weird scuttling sounds the closer you get. You knock again. "Hey honey, why don't you come out so we can talk about this? It's okay if you didn't want to go out because of money..." You leaned against the door. "It doesn't make you less of a man to let me pay sometimes." He's so wonderful, you don't think there could be any other reason why he can be so flakey.

The sound of shampoo bottles and shaving cream canisters falling to the ground startle you. "Babe are you okay?" You turn the door nob. The door flings open, a large shape tackles you, knocking you to the ground. You let out a large wheeze, the wind escaping your lungs. "What the fu-" Your face was assaulted with a large flat tongue, licking all over you. Slobber flew across the room as a giant red dog panted and whimpered as it gave you kisses. "You're a dog! Oh my god you're a dog!" You pushed your monstrous boyfriend off of you and took a good look at him. He's huge, and even a little scary looking. His fur is bright crimson and his eyes are a daring shade of yellow. But he sat there, panting like a normal dog. You waved in front of his face. "Are you in there babe?" The dog playfully nipped at your finger, trying to pull your hand into his mouth. "Hey! No bites!" You retracted your hand and held it close to your chest. His fangs are giant. 

The wolf man got down low to the ground in the stance you've seen puppies do right before they-

 He takes off, zooming across the floor and into the living room at full speed. Pictures that lined the hallway crash to the ground. You rush to your feet and chase after him. "Wait!! Down boy! Down!!" You shout. He's already on the couch, gripping a throw pillow between his powerful jaws and shaking it. Cotton stuffing flies across the room, coating the floor. "No! Bad Eijiro! Bad doggy!" You try to wrestle the pillow away from him and fail. He topples over you, knocking you back down onto the floor and taking off across the room again, this time to the kitchen. You tenderly rub your arm, you landed on it weird and it's a little sore. Another crashing sound prompts you to get up onto your feet and run after him. The trash can is toppled over on its side, trash strewn across the floor. His snout was pushing around the garbage, looking for something to swallow. "Are you kidding me? What is with you?" You grab the wolf by the scruff of his neck, and pull him to the other side of the room away from the trash. "You sit!" Eijiro whines and sits down, looking up at you with the saddest eyes. "Oh don't look at me like that. This is not what I thought a werewolf would be like." Eijiro's large head pushed against you, rubbing his face all over your stomach as you pet his head. "You just need to burn some of this energy off." 

You can't help but love the silly thing. He is still your boyfriend, even if he is a little different than usual right now. He followed you down the hall,  staying right by your side. He takes up most of the space, his large frame almost tipping you off balance with small bumps into your hip. You dug through a pile in his hall closet until you found an old baseball and plastic toy bat. Wow, he really needs to clean up his closet, you think to yourself. "Okay babe, let's go-" He looked up at you with all of the love in the world, hanging on your every word. You crack into a smile. "Let's go outside and play you big goof.

"The two of you trampled through the tall grass behind Eijiro's house, he seemed to use little to no effort at all. His massive paws stomping down the weeds like it's nothing. You decided you were far enough away from the neighbors and took a strong stance. You haven't hit a ball in ages, but this plastic bat is wide and should make it a little easier on you. The baseball flew high into the air, you focused and swung the bat, smacking the ball across the field. Your wolf ran, faster than any animal you had ever seen after the small object, passing it and having to loop around with a terrifying pin point turn. He grabbed the ball off of the ground so quick you barely saw the motion, and in a flash he was back at your feet. You could do nothing but shake your head and laugh. "Are you kidding me? You're amazing!" Eijiro looked pleased, so you scratched his neck fluff.

 "Alright let's see if I can hit it a little farther." 

Again, and again, and again he chased the ball across the field and back happily dropping the ball at your feet. He only made you wrestle for it once, he could probably keep the ball away from you forever with those intense muscles, but that's not as fun for him. Seeing how pleased you looked when he brought it back was filling the beast with all the pride in the world.

Eventually your arm got tired, and he seemed to have about run out of energy too. He laid down in the field and looked up at the moon. You laid your head on his stomach, the rhythm of his breathing so comforting. You just talked to him, venting about life and how weird things are in the city now. You found yourself thinking about how a simple bus ride was starting to feel too far away from him at this point. "I know you don't really understand me right now, but I really love you. I know we've said it before, but I love you. I think you're my forever person." He was laying on his paws, looking up at the starry sky. "I know you felt like you had to hide this from me, but it doesn't scare me, or weird me out." You talk quietly and close your eyes, snuggling deeper into his fur. "If I have to come throw a ball for you once a month, I'll do it. I've got friends that deal with way worse with their boyfriends." You smirked, thinking you're pretty funny. That'll make Eijiro laugh in the morning, you'll save that for later. 

The rising sun burned your eyelids, scaring you awake. You hadn't meant to stay out here for the rest of the night, but it was so late and he was so comfortable. He's much more familiar to you now, he slept peacefully as you rested on his chest. He looks worn out, but the two of you can't stay out there forever. You gently tap his face. He popped one eye open and looked around. "Oh man!" He gasped and looked down at his hands and feet. "I'm so stupid! You could get sick staying outside all night!" He put a hand on your face and cupped your chin. "Are you alright my love?" He asked with the soft voice only you get to hear. "Yeah I'm fine. How are you feeling?" "I feel fine. I'll be a little more hungry today, but it's no big deal." He looked down at the ground with a sheepish smile. "Thanks for staying with me all night." "Aw come on, it's no big deal. You're... a good boy." You teased while ruffling his hair.

 "Hey!"

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[emeren]

speed racer- eren jaeger

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader 

word count: 6k

content warnings: nsfw, smut, 18+, smoking, degradation, overstimulation, breeding (w/o baby talk) 

notes: 100% inspired by the official art, like mmm yes please. also i know absolutely nothing about how car racing works, but that’s not important. this is unedited because my brain turned to mush writing it. enjoy!! <3

SUMMARY: eren’s a semi-professional car racer, who has a tumultuous friendship with the reader. after losing a race, eren sets out to win something else in his life, much to the reader’s surprise. 

“took you long enough!” sasha called out, holding her hand above her eyes in an attempt to block out the bright sun. you dished her a smile, weaving your way through the throngs of people in the stands, attempting not to step on anyone. your eyes briefly flitted to the track, the assistants distantly getting their cars ready. they were hardly visible from here; merely faceless figures idling around. you heaved out a sigh as you reached sasha, the brunette gingerly patting the spot next to her. 

“you couldn’t have gotten better seats, sash?” you asked as you sat down, pushing your sunglasses on top of your head. sasha waved her large bag of popcorn in front of your face, an exasperated expression on her features. 

“the line was long, and what’s a race without popcorn?” she grinned, offering you the bag. you rolled your eyes but took a fistful of the bright yellow snack nonetheless. “plus, if you really wanted that good of seats, you would’ve come early yourself.” 

“i did come here early,” you retorted, your voice muffled by the popcorn. sasha raised a questioning brow, her elbow nudging you in the side. 

“getting here early just so you can poke around the racer’s quarters is not the same thing,” she singsonged, a girlish smirk on her face. you scoffed, turning away from her as you felt heat race to your cheeks. “c’mon, everyone knows you and eren are totally into each other. i don’t understand why you guys don’t just go for it.” 

“i wasn’t poking around, and i am not into eren,” you said, shifting uncomfortably as the words left your mouth. it was true, to some degree. the two of you had been friends in high school, back when eren was just some skinny kid with anger issues. now he was a semi-professional racer, and the rivalry between the two of you was palpable, to say the least.

you’d been in the same friend group and for some reason eren just loved to pick on you whenever he got the chance. you suspected it had something to do with his repressed daddy issues or whatever, and he’d known mikasa and armin far too long to be so catty with them. initially they were just playful taunts, but as you got older, they started to become more personal. with age came your own unchecked need to banter and argue with him. 

somewhere along the way the arguments turned to sexual tension. a sexual tension that for the most part, the two of you were happy to ignore. it allowed room for a more sassy friendship, at least. 

“uh huh, suuure,” sasha responded, seemingly unconvinced. she must’ve sensed your discomfort, deciding to change the topic. “who’s who?” 

your eyes traced the track, analyzing each vehicle. “armin’s in yellow, mikasa’s in red, eren’s in white, and i believe levi is in green.” 

“levi’s racing? isn’t he getting a little old for that?” sasha laughed, squinting. you chuckled. 

“it’s just a small fundraiser race, plus he’s a crowd favorite over here,” you explained. sasha nodded as she processed the information. the sun was hot, beating down on your back. “i’m honestly surprised this many people came out.” 

sasha tossed more popcorn in her mouth, halfway done with the bag despite the race still not having started. she offered it to you again. “mhm, this is the same type of crowd that we’d see in the underground.” 

you thought back to your days of attending the illegal races, late at night and under the cover of darkness. though you were just a junior in college, it felt like those nights freshman year had been decades ago. that was before eren showed real promise in the professional circuit. it was also where levi scouted him out to be his successor. 

as if on cue, you could see the figures of the racers emerging from the port, each headed for their respective cars. you couldn’t help the way your gaze immediately followed the tall, brown haired racer adorned in his white racing jacket, checkers on the side. the crowd erupted into cheers at the sight of the all the racers, one from each color of the rainbow. eren walked with a certain confidence, his adamant determination being one of the only things that followed him from high school. 

though you couldn’t clearly see his face from where you sat, you knew he was smiling. eren had always loved the adrenaline rush before a race. 

“alright ladies and gentlemen, we welcome you to the annual shiganshina fundraiser race!” the reporter boomed over the intercom. sasha squealed in her seat, excitedly gripping your arm and pointing towards your friends. you felt a mix of excited nervousness waft over you, giggling along with her. “today we’ve got racers from all over the circuit, and each one has volunteered their precious time for the cause. can we get a round of applause?” 

the crowd erupted in yet another ear deafening round of applause as the announcer read off the names of each of the racers. you and sasha made sure to scream your loudest when armin, mikasa, and eren’s names were read off. 

you hoped they knew it was you, your throat scratchy as you sat back down. there was no need to be loud for levi; the entire crowd went absolutely feral at the mention of his name. 

the announcer read off the conditions of the race, as well as the reasoning for the fundraiser itself. you and sasha chatted quietly about the after party while the racers put their helmets on and got in their cars. before too long, the announcer was gearing up for the start. 

“alright everyone, we’re about to start. get yourselves ready.” 

you and sasha stood, hollering and cheering for your friends as the cars all lined up. you knew you’d be happy if any of them crossed the finish line first, but it was undeniable that it would be eren. it wasn’t armin or mikasa’s passion like it was eren’s; they viewed it more as as fun hobby. nevertheless, you dreaded how smug eren would be once he added another win to his already growing list. he really was a bastard sometimes. 

“racers ready your cars. 3... 2... 1... go!” 

they were off, levi’s green car easily settling into first place, cruising past the other cars as he whipped around the first curve. you held your breath, eyes scanning the other cars placements. eren was in fourth, armin in fifth, and mikasa in second. sasha yelled sporadically, reaching out and squeezing your wrist tightly. 

as they rounded the circuit for the second time, eren passed the third place racer, coming up behind mikasa’s red car. you held your breath. “c’mon eren...” 

“shit! he passed her!” sasha screeched, jumping up and down. you smiled as he whipped the corner, nearly cutting the edge of the median. 

“levi is still so far ahead,” you commented, trying to pry sasha’s death grip from your wrist. your eyes glanced to the clock, realizing that the race was near its finish. levi was cutting the third corner and eren was quickly gaining on him. 

“looks like it’s gonna be clo-” sasha’s voice was cut off as a large man tripped over the bleacher behind you, effectively shoving you into her side. “shit, the popcorn!” 

you regained your balance, giving the man behind you a dirty glare as you turned to sasha. she frowned at the popcorn that’d been spilled all over the ground. “what a waste!” 

looking back up at the track, the crowd broke into screams of excitement. you expected to see eren’s face on the big screen to the side as confetti streamed through the air, but were surprised to see levi’s unimpressed stare. 

eren lost? 

“you’ve gotta be shitting me,” sasha gaped, her face slack in shock. you shrugged, shaking the feeling of disappointment from your shoulders. serves him right. 

people started to vacate the stands, shoving their way past you as you turned to sasha. “let’s go find connie and jean, sash.” 

she nodded, still frowning. the two of you climbed down the steps, going against the flow of the crowd as you weaseled your way down onto the spectators path. you could see all of the racers shaking hands, congratulating each other. your mind briefly considered whether or not eren was going to be upset, but you decided not to dwell on it. 

you watched as the racers disappeared into the tunnel, eren’s tall figure no longer in view. just then, connie and jean came walking out from the service booth, both wearing their maintenance coveralls. 

sasha wildly waved her arm, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the remaining stragglers towards your friends. 

“hey guys!” she smiled, the boys jogging to meet you halfway. 

“why were you guys in such shit seats?” connie asked, skipping over a greeting. you let out a small laugh at sasha’s expense. she merely shrugged, turning to jean. 

“we going to your place?” you questioned before she had the chance. jean nodded, adjusting the backwards baseball cap on his head. 

“yeah, just gotta wrap some things up, then we can head out,” he replied. you grew happy at the thought of kicking back with your friends, enjoying a nice night of fun. parties at jean and connie’s place were always the best. 

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

“some race that was,” connie groaned, leaning back and bringing the beer bottle to his lips. so far it was just you, sasha, connie, jean, and a bunch of random drunk people who’d come from the track. sasha scoffed from her spot on the worn, brown couch. 

“you could say that again,” she grumbled. “we didn’t even get to see levi cross the finish line ‘cause some guy rammed into us.” 

jean looked at you from where he leaned against the wall, a bottle in his hand and his eyebrows raised. “wait, for real?” 

“yeah,” you sighed, drinking whatever bitter liquid sasha had poured into your red solo cup. “didn’t even say sorry.” 

“how many times do i have to tell you guys, just come work maintenance with jean-boy and i,” connie suggested, wrapping his arm around sasha’s shoulder and giving a squeeze. she rolled her eyes and shoved him off. “you guys would get to watch the race from the track itself.” 

“i don’t know the first thing about cars,” sasha laughed, you nodding along with her. 

“and you think we do? i just said that so we could get the best seats in the house,” connie snorted, taking another swig of his drink. you chuckled at his idiocy, unfazed by yet another one of their stupid stunts. “where’re the big racers anyway?” 

“they should be here soon,” you responded, glancing out the window. jean was unironically blasting the fast and the furious soundtrack, something he’d done after every race for as long as you’d known him. by now the songs were ingrained in your brain. 

“who wants to bet jaeger is in a pissy mood?” jean snorted as he moved to sit down on the arm of the chair you were planted in. 

“when isn’t he?” you sneered. connie and sasha hummed in agreement. both you and jean loved nothing more than to push eren’s buttons. you knew jean’s motives stemmed from some boyish fun, whereas yours felt a little more personal. 

the sound of clapping began to compete with the music, your neck craning to look past jean into the hallway. eren, armin, and mikasa came into view, people cheering them on and patting them on the back. they each wore their racing jackets over their street clothes. 

you felt a familiar sensation burn in your stomach at the sight of eren. his dark hair was pulled back per usual, wispies framing his tan face. The white jacket stood out against his black t-shirt and black jeans; key necklace he always wore glinting against his chest. as your gaze travelled up from his body, you were startled to make contact with his teal eyes. you quickly glanced away in embarrassment. 

“well, well, well,” jean cheered, raising his bottle to the trio. “how’d it feel to lose to a short, old man, eh jaeger?”

eren scowled, obviously peeved. “if i had to lose to anyone, i’m glad it was levi.” 

connie snorted at that. “man, professional circuit has you soft.” 

“whatever you say, baldie,” eren smirked mischievously as he came to sit down on the couch. connie defensively rubbed his head. “at least i’m making money in prof.” 

“i still can’t believe you have people that actually want to sponsor you,” you snipped, a playful expression on your face. eren lazily looked towards you, the familiar irritation laced in his eyes. 

“i’m sorry, what was that? i wasn’t listening to you,” eren retorted, looking as unbothered as ever. you glared at his words, but caught armin’s disapproving eye and decided to stay quiet. 

as the night carried on, you watched your friends relax and reminisce about previous races and the days spent in the illegal ring. it seemed crazy that your life was so centered around car races, when you weren’t even a racer yourself. but you supposed you were just happy to be supporting your friends.

at some point you got up out of your chair to refill your cup. the large hoards of people had started to dance; the house feeling hot and humid as you shoved your way to the kitchen. luckily the room was empty, save for armin who was drinking water out of the kitchen tap. 

“thirsty?” you asked, amused. his head snapped up, surprised by your voice. it took one look to tell he was absolutely trashed, face red and eyes half lidded. he smiled goofily and nodded his head before stumbling back out into the crowd of people. 

you quickly filled your cup, following the direction armin had gone. as you stepped out of the kitchen, a body came out of nowhere and smacked into you. 

eren jumped back, trying to avoid the liquid that sloshed out of your cup. “hey, watch it!” he hissed. 

“you watch it, casanova,” you snapped, irritated by the sticky alcohol that dripped down your hand. eren’s eyes narrowed at the nickname, his arms defensively crossing his chest. 

“i told you not to call me that,” he bit back, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. you rolled your eyes, instinctively bringing your hand to your mouth in an attempt to lick the drink off. eren watched you, his gaze clouded with an indiscernible emotion. you knew what you were doing. 

“hm. too bad,” you quipped, dragging your tongue down the side of your hand, popping your pointer finger in your mouth. eren glowered at you as you let out a giggle. “see ya, loser.” 

“whatever, brat,” he huffed, shaking the tension from his pants as you sauntered off into the crowd. he hated the effect you had on him.

you’d already decided not to get shit faced. while the rest of your friends had chosen otherwise, you danced alongside them, your resolve wearing thin much faster than theirs. jean and sasha bounced happily up and down, screaming the lyrics to whatever song it was blasting from the speakers. connie and mikasa were playing beer pong, and you had no clue where armin and eren had gone.

you heaved in a breath as a sharp pain shot through your side, signaling the end of your dancing career for the night. your two dance partners were too far gone to notice, waving goodbye to you as you stepped out of the sweaty crowd. 

slipping your phone out of your pocket, your eyes nearly popped from your head at the time. two thirty?!

only slightly tipsy, you decided to find jean’s room and call it a night. he’d just have to sleep on the couch. with one hand dragging on the wall, you made your way through the house, past armin who was doing body shots with a couple of strangers, up the stairs and down the dark hall. it was quieter up here, but you could still hear the music and knew it’d be awhile till sleep visited you. 

shoving jean’s door open, you were surprised to see none other than eren laid back on the bed, puffs of smoke coming from his mouth. the strong scent of weed hit your nostrils, nose scrunching up in reflex. he propped himself up on one arm upon your entrance, eyeing you. 

“oh, sorry i’ll just- wait a minute,” you paused, narrowing your eyes at him. “you aren’t supposed to be smoking on your sponsorship.” 

eren let out a loud laugh at that, more smoke spilling from his lungs. “thanks, mom. i know.” 

you stood in the doorway, not really sure what to do. “jean’s gonna be mad if his room smells like weed tomorrow.” 

“yeah, why do you think i chose to do it in here?” he leered, bringing the blunt to his lips and deeply inhaling, sharp cheekbones protruding with the action. you sucked in a breath, not wanting to acknowledge just how gorgeous he was. his jacket was off, black shirt tightly gripping his muscular yet slender arms as he propped himself up. he blew the smoke from his nostrils this time, making your face heat. “wanna hit?”  

you sighed, weighing the options. jean’s bed was a lot more comfortable than connie’s. you could just wait till eren was done, and then pass out. “no, but i’ll wait with you till you’re done.” 

“suit yourself, brat,” eren hummed, flopping back down on the bed as you shut the door behind yourself. you came to sit by him, looking down as he heaved in a sober breath. he really is beautiful, you thought. 

your eyes scanned his face. “you really shouldn’t be smoking, you know. you could lose the sponsorship.” 

eren rolled his teal eyes, giving you a side glance. “i’m aware. i’m also aware that you aren’t going to rat on me.” 

“and what makes you so sure?” you asked playfully, your voice low. eren’s gaze shifted to you, placing the blunt between his lips as he sat up, face inches from yours. 

“because. you can act like you hate me all you want,” smoke blew from his lips as he spoke, slowly inching his face closer to yours. you swallowed, eyes struggling to maintain contact with his dark stare. “but i know how badly you want me.” 

you blinked, heart rate accelerating as he glanced at your lips. “speaking from experience?” 

eren’s mouth quirked up in a smirk at your words. “something like that.”

you watched with desire as he brought the bud of the blunt up to his lips, deeply inhaling the toxic smoke. he lifted his free hand, pointer finger gently tracing your jaw as his thumb came up to caress your chin. he tapped softly against your face, as if asking you to open your mouth. 

you weren’t sure what part of you was wanting to submit to his every move. maybe it was the alcohol. or maybe it was the accumulation of sexual tension. something told you it was a deeper itch that needed to be scratched. an itch only eren could reach. 

you parted your lips, eyes fluttering as eren leaned forward and carefully brushed his own against yours, dumping his lungful of smoke into your mouth. you breathed it in, fighting the urge to cough and whine as he pulled away. 

“good girl,” he breathed, leaning away to snuff the bud out on jean’s bedside table. you heaved out as much as you could, shocked by your own willingness. you were mainly surprised by how much you enjoyed whatever that was. 

you stared at him expectantly as he turned back to you, a serious expression on his face. “eren.” 

“yes?” he asked, leaning heavily on his arm, eyes unashamedly focused on your lips. his other hand came up again, lightly ghosting your jawline. you could feel yourself growing wet between your legs; the way eren was fucking you with his eyes sending an unwelcomed throb to your clit. 

acting on impulse, you lurched forward, latching your lips onto eren’s slightly chapped ones. he wasted no time in kissing you back; hungrily pressing himself closer to your body. his lips were warm and tasted like weed and coca cola, his tongue wiggling its way into your mouth where you happily welcomed it. 

you brought your hand up, wanting to run your fingers through his hair, but were stopped when they got caught in the bun. eren grunted, kissing you harder and bringing his own hand up to yank the tie from his locks, letting his soft hair fall to his shoulders. 

your fingers were quick to glide through the brown strands, scratching his scalp in the process. some throaty sound emitted from his chest, the noise making your cunt ache in need. how is he so hot? 

eren’s hands came to your waist, roughly shoving you down onto the bed, so that he hovered above you. your lips continued to meld together, saliva coated mouths wetly intertwined. you removed your hand from his hair, bringing both hands to run down the expanse of his arms that were on either side of your head. you squeezed his biceps, surprised when he suddenly pulled away. 

“is this okay?” he panted, breaths labored. his pupils were dilated, all seriousness behind his gaze. you nodded your head without hesitation, practically begging him to continue. “words.”

“yes, yes. i want this just as much as you do,” you responded. eren smirked from above you, his dark hair swirling around his face as his key dangled in front of your chin. 

“good, because,” he leaned down to your ear, lightly nibbling the lobe as the cold key rested against your throat. “i’m going to punish you for all these years of torture.” 

your eyes widened, the words sending a desirable chill down your spine. “torture?” 

eren’s hot mouth travelled slowly from your ear down the side of your neck, lightly peppering the skin with lustful kisses. his tongue came out as he reached your collarbone, dragging the wet muscle up the front of your throat, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake. a small whimper involuntarily left your mouth as he pulled back, grabbing your chin in his large hand.  

“all of the nicknames,” he pressed a kiss to your lips. “the quips,” and another, your chest tightening. “the stunt you pulled earlier with your hand. oh god. it’s like you were practically begging me to bend you over and teach you a lesson.” 

he pulled back, dark eyes boring into yours. the desire was palpable, your breathing shallow as he stared at you. it was like he was waiting for some silent agreement. 

you held eye contact, tilting your chin back ever so slightly in his grip. “good thing i learn fast.” 

your words flew straight to his cock, throbbing uncomfortably behind his jeans. eren let go of your chin, his lips hungrily reconnecting with yours as his hands pinned your wrists to either side of your head. his tongue was quick to invite itself into your mouth, warm and erotic. 

you wanted to tug on his hair again; wanted to hear his primal groans and feel him vibrate against your mouth, but you were pinned to the bed. desperate to hear eren moan, your teeth grazed his bottom lip, the action making him yank his head back. 

“tsk tsk, none of that,” he growled, wet lips glinting in the low light of the room. “this is your punishment. guess we’re going to have to do something else.” 

you frowned as he let go of your wrists, lifting himself from the bed and standing. you propped yourself up on your elbows, eyes laced with desire as eren swiftly pulled the black shirt over his head, key pendant resting on his newly exposed chest. he was dangerously attractive like this; dark hair disheveled on his shoulders, only adding to the feral stare he was giving you. 

he leaned forward, grabbing your thighs and yanking you to the end of the bed, legs dangling from the side. you watched in awe as he dropped to his knees, fingers coming up to toy with the button of your jean shorts. 

“these little shorts make your ass look so good,” he grumbled, tapping the button. “be good and take them off for me.” 

you wasted no time in lifting your ass off the bed, struggling to yank the denim down your legs without hitting eren in the face. he watched your every movement, licking his lips as you wiggled them off. 

without thinking, your hands gripped the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head to reveal a black bra. eren’s pupils dilated further at the unexpected sight of your breasts. 

he helped pull the shorts from your ankles, tossing them aside as you sat back down, just in your panties and bra. you paused for a moment, unsure of what he was planning to do. 

“watch me,” he demanded, staring at you through his brows. you nodded your head, breath hitching as he placed an open mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh, tongue swiping against the smooth skin. 

his eyelashes fluttered as he licked up your leg; just the way he looked at you being enough to have you creaming in your lace panties. your teeth tugged at your bottom lip, the burning in your face mirroring the way your clit throbbed along with your heart beat. 

eren’s tongue trailed until he reached the edge of your underwear, eyes never failing to stay connected with yours. you swallowed as he lifted his head, placing his tongue flatly against your clothed clit. 

it was a warm, muted feeling, your body all too aware of the beautiful man between your legs. eren brought his fingers up, hooking under the fabric and pushing it to the side. 

“so wet for me already,” he hummed, a smile on his face. you blushed in embarrassment, the feeling of his breath on your glistening pool of moisture making you shiver. “’m gonna eat you so good, little bitch.” 

you gasped as eren rapidly brought his face down, burying his head between your legs. the sensation was like no other; a swirling feeling in your stomach as his tongue hungrily swiped against your clit. your hands flew down to his hair, tugging as his lips wrapped around the bud, suckling softly. 

a moan escaped your lips, the sound causing eren to groan out in reply. the vibration of his vocal cords against your center amplifying the pleasure. 

a distinct feeling began to burn in your chest, the sloppiness of eren’s tongue licking up your slick causing your legs to squirm, tightening around his head. “fuck.”

eren pulled back at the pressure against his skull, a smack sounding through the air as he released his suction on your wet cunt. 

“i told you to be good,” he hissed, lips coated in your sheen. you knew the image of eren’s face between your legs, hair disheveled and mouth swollen, eyes dark and lustrous, would be burned into the back of your brain. 

flustered, you nodded your head, spreading your legs so they weren’t pressing against his face. he nodded in content, arms coming up to wrap around your thighs to keep you steady. 

and he was back; eating your pussy like he hadn’t been fed in years, a primal desperation. he pressed his tongue down harder, the cry ripping from your throat at the sensation only egging him on. you struggled against his grip as he abused your clit with his mouth, sucking and tracing his teeth over it so good. 

his tongue slid down to your entrance, shoving itself in without invitation. the fullness wasn’t like having sex; it was a heated, swirling feeling. the wet muscle circled around your spongey walls, your face beginning to burn and hands growing clammy in eren’s hair. 

you threw your head back as his ministrations sped up, your hips attempting to grind into his face. the warmth in the pit of your stomach building like a loaded gun, ready to release itself. 

all it took was the added pressure of his hand wrapping around your thigh so that his thumb could press against your clit, feverishly rubbing. you came crashing down, your eyes screwing shut as the wave of dopamine stretched to every part of your body, legs jerking against his hold. 

eren pulled his head back again, a smile on his wet face as he licked your release from his lips. “tasted so good, so good for me.” 

you breathed out in reply as he came back up above you, gently taking your chin and bringing his mouth down to yours. 

the kiss was small and simple, your eye lids growing heavy. you could taste your bitter release on him, the unfamiliar flavor not completely unpleasant. 

“sleepy?” eren mumbled against your lips, coming back to look at you. you nodded your head, eyes catching on the key that dangled from his neck. “too bad. we aren’t done with your punishment yet.” 

you frowned, your body suddenly more awake than it was before. “huh?” you asked, sitting up as eren shifted to pull his jeans off. 

you weren’t sure what you expected when he yanked both his jeans and boxers down; you guessed you’d always thought his anger issues were compensation for something. the realization dawned on you that eren had nothing to compensate for as his cock sprung from his pants, the sheer size making your mouth water. 

a smirk crossed his face as he stepped from his jeans. “enjoying the view?” 

“what? no,” you scoffed, averting your gaze. eren crawled back over you, his bare length pressing into your stomach as his hands came up to unclasp your bra. 

“don’t be shy, this is your punishment after all,” he whispered, pulling the cups from your chest. his eyes unashamedly scanned your breasts, a smile tugging his lips as he gave them a generous squeeze. 

you tried to ignore the imprint of him on your stomach; but it was nearly impossible. you could feel the spot between your legs grow wet again, arousal already weaseling its way back into your system.

eren brought his lips to yours once again, the kisses much sloppier and desperate than before. he grunted as you shifted to lay back down, his exposed dick rubbing against your stomach. “can’t wait to be inside of you,” he mumbled against your lips. 

you whimpered at his words, his lips melding with your own while he simultaneously tugged your panties down your legs. he propped himself up with one arm, the other positioning the tip of his cock at the entrance of your already throbbing cunt. 

you took a deep breath as he slowly eased himself into you; the sheer stretch making your eyes lull back in your head. eren moved his hips slowly at first, loosening you up. he was watching your expressions; his eyelids heavy and mouth slightly agape. 

“shit, you’re so tight,” he groaned, hips starting to move faster as he gazed down at you. you swallowed, closing your eyes as he sent one particularly hard thrust, cock nearly ramming your cervix. “you good?” 

“mhm,” you responded, bringing your hands up to grab his hair. “just so big.” 

eren let out a breathy chuckle at that, eyes traveling down to your pelvis where his dick was visibly creating a bump with every thrust. he placed his hand on your stomach, pressing down as he bucked his hips violently forwards. he was so deep. 

you cried out at the feeling of his length sliding in and out of your cunt, your walls clenching around him as your hands clawed at his muscular back. 

he was filling you up so good, a moan leaving his lips as your enhanced arousal unexpectedly brought your second orgasm down, tears pricking your eyes. eren kept abusing your pussy, his thrusts growing senseless before he buried himself deep within you, releasing his load inside of your exhausted center. 

both of your breathing was labored, eren looking up at the ceiling. his face was flushed as he recovered, you laying limply beneath him trying to regain your composure yourself. 

“that felt so good,” you admitted, bringing your hand up from his back to caress his angular face. eren frowned at your words, large hand grabbing your wrist and removing it from his jawline. 

“m’not tired yet,” he said seriously, your eyes widening as he placed a chaste kiss to your lips. your fucked out face beneath him had his dick already hardening again. “m’not gonna be tired till i win.” 

he suddenly pulled up, hooking his hands under your knees and pushing your legs up by your head. the action strained your muscles, the feeling of eren’s cum dripping down your ass filling your head as he readied himself to fuck you senseless. 

he stared at your cunt; at the way his cum was oozing out of it, the abused pussy ready to take him in again. he used his fingers to catch the drip, forcing it back inside of you. the thought of filling you up all nice and pretty sent him over the edge, his hand shamelessly guiding his cock back inside of you.

eren was meaner this time; each thrust was deep and deliberate, hitting your cervix and making you cry out in pleasure. the burning sensation in your clit was overwhelming, your mouth hanging open as eren slowly fucked you stupid. 

“good, pretty girl” eren breathed out, ramming his hips into yours. “took her punishment like such a good girl.” 

you tried to nod your head, but you couldn’t move. the feeling of hot, sticky tears rolled down your face, eren’s cock deep within you almost too much to bear. he grabbed your chin, tongue swiping up your cheek as he savored the salty flavor on his tastebuds. this man and his licking. 

“tell me, did you learn your lesson?” eren grunted in your ear, hand still gripping your chin. you tried to form a sentence, fucked beyond words. “hm, use your words and i’ll let you cum.” 

one more deep thrust and his dick stopped its strokes, pausing within you. “yes... yes.” 

“yes what?” 

your tongue was heavy in your mouth, pussy all too aware of eren’s length within it. “i learned my lesson, you won.” 

he smirked, aggressively bucking his hips into your weak cunt, the action making you cry out as he rammed your cervix. the tears continued to roll down your cheeks as eren’s dick twitched, spurting the his seed into you. your third release followed his, your clit spasming from the overstimulation. 

eren heaved himself out of you, collapsing deftly onto the bed. the two of you sat in a heated silence, your face sticky from the tears. eren glanced to you, eyes trailing down your body. 

“i’ll get a rag,” he mumbled, shoving off the bed and walking into jean’s bathroom. you were beyond exhausted and knew that you’d be sore tomorrow. eren reemerged, quickly cleaning you up and handing you your shirt. 

your eyes lazily watched him as he walked over and locked the door; brain too tired to form a sentence. 

he must’ve noticed your concern. “we can sleep in here tonight; i don’t think you’re in any shape to move.” 

you carefully crawled into the sheets, not even bothering to put your shirt back on. eren followed suit, climbing in behind you. 

“night,” he whispered as he shut the bedside light off. your lids were growing heavy, a smile on your lips as you began to fall asleep. 

“night, casanova.” 

<3 <3 <3 

[linusbenjamin]

Can you give me the simplest explaintion on how to make gifs. It’s literally 2022 and I’ve no clue lol

Hi! Hope you're doing great :) Hahah there's nothing wrong with that, I personally don't think learning to make gifs is something you'll regret being late for :D First off, I don’t think I can explain it simply, this is a complex process that requires constant practice. When I started making gifs again after 5 years, I realized that I actually knew nothing and I was never open to learning at that time. Now I’m constantly exploring every feature in Photoshop and reading blogger's tutorials on coloring and various other features to improve myself. I also will try to explain this process but if you want, you can check out this amazing tutorial made by one of my very dear mutual Nia <3

First you need to download Photoshop (I use CS5, I tried CS6 but not my type), you can buy it if you can, but here in my country, it's extremely expensive, so I downloaded it from t*rrent with a crack. Then you need to install MPV video player to take screencaps from videos (MPV is literally the best video player I’ve ever seen in my life when I started giffing again, like, it’s not just for giffing but other stuff as well ‘cause you can adjust it as you wish) Here’s a tutorial from this precious person I’ve never met (x) You download the first link (x) then you install it and you create a config folder (you can make as you wish but here’s mine x,) Also you can change jpeg to png if your pc doesn’t crash like mine :D

You need to download HQ videos if you want HQ gifs. I again use t*rrent to download videos, and after setting up and creating a folder for MPV player, you can start taking screencaps. As I said, screencaps are saved in a folder called “Stuff” in my PC, you can create a folder with a different name if you want but make sure to change it in config file too. After taking screencaps, open Photoshop and go to File > Script > Load Multiple DICOM Files. 

I take multiple screencaps of multiple scenes and I create folders where I put these screencaps to put them in order. Here, there are lots of screencaps in my folders, I choose the folder with the scenes I want to gif and open it. By the way, Tumblr gif sizes are:

You select Window > Animations. Animation section pop up at the bottom. Now everything should look like this:

And then you should select all frames to change the speed of gifs.

After converting the frames below to timeline, select all layers on the right side and right click > Convert To Smart Object. Now everything should look like this:

Crop the gif from the edges and zoom in 100%. Select Filter > Sharpen > Smart Sharpen. These are basic sharpen settings that everyone uses. I also add Unsharp Mask before that, you have to practice these things to find out what’s best for you.

Also there’s something called Actions to make things much more easier and quicker. You record and save some steps when you’re making a gif and later you can just click it and it does everything for you, it’s literally God’s blessing. Select Window > Actions, and it should appear on the right side.

As you can see, I have various actions for various steps which saves me from 15 minutes. After that, we colour the gif.

For this gif > Brightness: 80 / Contrast: 10 > Levels: First box = 10 / Last box = 230 > Selective Colour: Reds = +15 -3 -5 +5 / Yellows = +5 0 -5 -5 / Blacks = 0 0 0 +5 > Brightness (again): +15 > Colour Balance (lastly): Midtones = -5 +3 +3

And yay, we’re done with this part! Now you select File > Save for Web Devices. (or Alt+Shift+Ctrl+S, so fun to do this) My settings and my gif looks like this.

You should select Adaptive always, and I personally love Pattern but you can also select Diffusion. (that’s what most people do to reduce MB size ‘cause it should be under 10 MB) But my work hasn’t finished yet. I open the gif again because Photoshop somehow changes the speed of gif from 0.05 to 0.07 so I should change it to 0.05 again. (I searched every single forum to find the answer but nothing) I do one more Save for Web Devices and yay I’m done!!! It’s complicated and tiring, isn’t it but once you figure it out, it’s so fun and easier <3 Here’s my gif:

Well, colouring looks like shit but this isn’t the case... That’s pretty much it, I really wanted to explain it simply but it’d be literally impossible :D If you have any questions, feel free to ask :) Have a good day.

[buckydeniro]

This Is Trouble

part 1

dad’sbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader

a/n: okay, i’m prettyyy new to writing and this is my first jab at writing a series or something that isn’t a hc so please be gentle with me. this could be complete shit and suck ass but ya know what, oh well! i’m a slut for dad’sbestfriend!bucky so here ya go! i really hope you enjoy it!! :-)

summary: you didn’t plan this. he didn’t either. you thought you would come home from college, spend some time with your dad, and find a place for yourself to live. but you soon found yourself in a sexual tension filled challenge with your dad’s best friend. but what happens when feelings develop and they become too strong to deny?

"Dad." You groan as he covers your eyes with his hands. You had just graduated college and after a few days spent packing up your stuff from your apartment near school and saying your goodbyes to your friends, you're finally back home. Your dad had the biggest grin on his face when he picked you up and you had a feeling he was up to something even though he swore he wasn't.

Now with his hands over your eyes in front of the door of your childhood home, you knew he was up to something.

"What's going on?" You ask, hearing the sound of people shuffling and a few shushing each other behind the door. "I know you hate surprises but you're back home so you're going to have to deal with it for the sake of your poor dad who has missed his daughter." You chuckle, a smile pulling at your lips.

You loved your dad. Your mom left when you were fairly young, hadn't even hit the double digits age range yet before her and your dad decided it was best to part ways. She never called or wrote, just left. But you made your way with your dad.

The sound of the door opening shakes you from your thoughts. Your dad removing his hands from your eyes to reveal a moderate sized group of family and friends before you.

Your eyes go big the exact moment they all yell out "Surprise!!" A red hot blush rushes to your cheeks and you smile bashfully, never having been one to like being the center of attention. You don't catch it but if you did you would have seen your dads best friend leaning against the kitchen doorway, lips moving up into a smile at your reaction.

"Okay, this was a pretty good surprise." Your smile blooms from shy and uncomfortable to happy and touched. You immediately hug your father, "Thank you. So much."

He gives you a tight squeeze causing you to choke out, "Dad." Chuckling at him as he lets go, letting air refill your lungs.

"I'm gonna give you some time with everyone. Good luck." With a kiss to the side of your head, Everyone begins rushing up, congratulating you, hugging you, commenting on how much you've grown and changed.

After nodding at one of the older womans dramatized comments about how she could hardly recognize you now, you feel someone watching you. Your eyes smoothly and quickly find Bucky, and you're almost thrown off actual physical balance at how good he looks. Holy shit. You swallow, your stomach doing a flip. Okay, what the fuck was that, stomach?

Not only have you changed but so as he. You breathe in through your nose as you take him in. The light stubble dancing on his jaw, a tight black shirt, the chains of his dog tags peaking out from the shirts collar. See he still wears those, you think to yourself. His black jeans matching his black boots have you trying not to bite your lip. You blink and quickly turn away, zoning back into the atmosphere around you.

He's always been attractive but jesus, when did he get that attractive. I guess you've both grown.

Apparently the lady, Lila, had still been talking to you, unaware your attention was pulled elsewhere for a moment. Firing questions off at you at a rapid speed, not stopping to hear your answers. So she's basically just having a conversation with herself and you've been deemed the appropriate audience for aome reason.

You hear footsteps coming towards you, flicking your eyes up, you see Bucky walking and stopping right in front of you. Oh my god. He smells amazing. No. What the fuck are you thinking? Reign it in, Y/N.

"Lila, don't wear the poor girl out." His bright, friendly smile drifting from her to you and you can't help the smile mirroring his on your lips. "Oh, I'm not." She chides, squeezing your arm softly with affection, "But I'll go." She playfully sighs and walks away.

Bucky's eyes haven't left yours, that contagious smile still on his face. "Welcome home, kid." That Brooklyn drawl has you biting your lip as you smile. It was a completely innocent movement, a habit you picked up a few years ago but it causes Bucky to look down at your lips, quickly flicking his gaze back to you as he inhales, mentally shaking thoughts from his head.

"Thank you, Mr. Barnes." You say politely. Bucky pulls a face and laughs, causing you to laugh along with him. Why is everything he does so contagious? He shakes his head as he speaks. "No, no, kid. Call me Bucky."

You nod your head once before pulling a face of your own. "Okay, but you can't call me 'kid' anymore. I'm 22, Bucky." The new 'title' leaving your mouth like an acception to a challenge.

He nods his head, lifting his hands up in mock defence, smirking at the way you said his name.

"Okay, okay. I got it. Y/N." His voice falls soft, almost sounding like he just found out what your name was and was calling you by it for the first time.

"Ah, Y/N, see you've caught up with Buck." Your dad grins, slapping a friendly hand on Bucky's shoulder. "Come on, party is out back."

Steve leads the way, both you and Bucky following. You purse your lips, fighting off a smile and Bucky snorts. "Party." You say quietly, glancing at Bucky as he retorts back speaking quietly so your dad doesn't hear, "Oh yeah, it's raging, can't you tell? Might just give them college parties of yours a run for their money."

You hum in acknowledgement, "You might be right, Barnes. But, I have been to some good ones."

"Barnes, huh?" You can't quite read the look on his face. All you know is that you're both looking at each other with some kind of playfulness, like the beginning of a new game has just started and you're on opposing sides.

"Mhm. Barnes." You overly dictate the 'B' in his name, drawing the 'A' out a bit, making a clicking sound with the side of your mouth, your focus forward.

Your dad turns around, clapping you softly on the shoulder, "Have fun, hon. One of the guys is calling for me. Sam! I'm coming!" You watch as your dad huffs, jogging up to his friend, swatting the spatula away from his hands, focus on the grill Sam was, I guess, butchering.

"So, you still do that." You turn your head back to Bucky, furrowing your eyebrows a little, tilting your head slightly, confusion lightly appearing on your face. "Do what?"

He puts his gloved covered hands into his jacket pockets, clearing his throat, "You make that sound when you're focusing on something or are nervous." There's a slight pause before he speaks up again. "You nervous with the get together or bein' back home or somethin'?"

You didn't realize you even did that. You were a little nervous but it wasn't because of the party your dad threw for you. It was because of Bucky. It's a good nervous but it confuses you none the less.

"Yeah. Just being back home." You nod, lips tugging up at the corner for a smile. "The change and everything."

Bucky doesn't look quite convinced but lets it go. Your attention is drawn forward, wanting to look anywhere but Bucky. The way he looks at you was fogging up your brain.

"You still wear the dog tags."

This time he tilts his head, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. "I can notice things too, Bucky." You whisper with a smile, your attention turning back to him, causing him to chuckle.

"Well, they are mine, Doll." You both freeze. Fuck, he thinks. It just slipped out. He couldn't help it. He's fucked it now, shit. But you chew on your bottom lip, fighting back a smile but the hint of it is there and Bucky catches it and feels as if he can breathe again.

"Doll, huh?" You repeat his words back to him.

With a slight cocky tilt of his head, a subtle smirk and something dancing in both of your eyes, he throws it right back at you. Repeating your own words, the exact way you said them to him, "Mhm. Doll."

Before you could react, say anything, he had turned and casually walked away, yelling a hello at one of his and your dad's old friends and although you couldn't see his face, he had the biggest smirk on it. You let out a breath, not knowing what to make of yours and his interaction.

It was Bucky. Just Bucky. Your dad's best friend. He was just being friendly and teasing. Normal. But as you walk to grab a beer from the cooler near by, you can't help but question a little, "Right?"

Straightening your back, you feel eyes on you and you immediately know whose they are. Turning your head, you lock eyes with the brown haired man, taking a swig of his beer.

Your brain repeating the question again, "..Right?"

[alwaysmarveling]

My Amazing Little Chef

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Warnings: It gets suggestive for all of 2 seconds (but goes absolutely nowhere)

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: You and Nat are going to have a cooking class one way or another

“Nat, c’mon, we’re going to be late!” you yelled down the hallway, shrugging a denim jacket over your shoulders.

“You always say that,” your girlfriend half-scoffed, half-whined as she slid down the hallway.

“Because we’re always late.” You tossed her her own jacket. “And be careful when you do that, you’re going to slip.”

“You’re taking all the fun out of socks, mom,” Natasha smirked. “Besides, I would never slip. Think about who you’re talking to, babe. And I don’t need a jacket,” she dismissed, throwing the piece of clothing on the couch.

“Nat,” you deadpanned, standing up after putting on your shoes, “You say this every time, and then every time you complain on the way home that you’re cold.”

“Not every time,” the redhead pouted. She gracefully slipped on one shoe while balancing on the other leg. “I only do it when it’s outrageously cold. So it’s justified.” You couldn’t help but smile at her protruding bottom lip, kissing away her pout.

“Well, it wouldn’t be ‘outrageously cold’ if you just brought a jacket like I told you to.” Natasha eyed you warily as she put on her other shoe, upset to see you grabbing the piece of clothing back from the couch. “You don’t have to wear it now, just bring it. Please? For me?” You flashed her puppy dog eyes that you knew she couldn’t resist, holding back a smirk when you could see her not-so-hard resolve crumbling.

“Fine,” she sighed.

“Yay!” you squealed, and Nat couldn’t help but grin at the little jump you did subconsciously. “Now, let’s go.”

---

“See, this is why we should’ve never moved out of the Avengers tower. Out of all days for the car to break down, this had to be it?” You rubbed your forehead as the two of you reentered your house.

“I’m sorry, babe, I know how much you were looking forward to this.” Natasha frowned as she thought about her bike, which was currently sitting somewhere in the Avengers tower so Tony could give it some “much needed upgrades.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, peeling off the denim jacket and tossing it on the same couch Natasha had thrown hers less than fifteen minutes earlier. “I just thought it’d be something fun we could do together.” Your girlfriend picked up your jacket, hanging up yours and hers in the closet before stepping closer to you to squeeze your shoulders.

“Anything I do with you is fun, malyshka,” she reassured you, pecking you on the cheek. “On the bright side, they said we could go to another cooking class whenever we want, so we can always go another day. And one of us already knows how to cook, so we won’t die of hunger,” she teased, squeezing your hips.

“Yeah, but the second I go on a mission, you’re screwed, babe.”

“You’d leave me to starve?” Nat pouted. You turned around, a full smile now on your face.

“Of course not,” you whispered, your noses now less than a centimeter away from each other. You pressed your lips to hers, allowing yourself to melt into the kiss until you heard the former assassin’s stomach growl. “Someone’s hungry,” you giggled. “And I did just say I wouldn’t let you starve…”

“You did,” Natasha murmured, trying to meet your lips again. You gave in but pulled away too quickly for her liking. “Where are you going?” You tugged on her hands, pulling her towards the kitchen. “Where are we going?”

“We are going to have this cooking class whether the car wants to work or not. C’mon, we’ll make dinner together.” You pulled a cabinet open, flipping through various recipes.

“Hm, I do like doing things with you.” Natasha tapped her chin, pretending to think over your decision.

“Shut up, you dork,” you laughed. “Go wash your hands. How do you feel about pad thai?” you suggested after pulling out the recipe, shuffling through various cabinets and pulling out all the ingredients you needed. You’d made it a couple times before, and it could be fun to make together. Plus, pad thai wasn’t hard to make—which, let’s be honest, was essential if Natasha was involved—and it was definitely a tasty option.

“Oo, you do love me.” You snorted, the corners of your lips curling up slightly.

“Let’s just hope this turns out well.”

“I’ve got the pizza place on speed dial if it doesn’t.”

“You won’t need to call them if you just listen to me,” you sang over your shoulder, thinking back to the last time the two of you had tried to cook together. You’d turned away for two seconds, during which Natasha had added baking powder instead of flour to the pizza dough. She’d insisted she’d done it correctly when you pointed out the discrepancy in ingredients. Needless to say, the pizza you ate that night was not one that was baked in your kitchen.

“Oh, be quiet, you,” Nat chuckled, smacking your ass playfully as you walked by her. You squealed, and your girlfriend couldn’t help but giggle at your reaction.

“Are my ears failing me, or did the Black Widow just giggle?”

“Y/N L/N, I swear to god, I will kill you. We are in a kitchen. With knives. I can do it.” You let out a fake gasp as you finished washing your hands, turning off the sink.

“You know where the knives are? I didn’t know you’ve been around here enough to know that!”

“Babe,” Nat whined. “You’re being mean.” You smirked at the pout that had taken over her face.

“Alright, alright. I won’t tease you anymore. Besides, something tells me that you don’t need any knives to kill me.” Natasha hummed, kissing your lips long enough for you to taste the cherry chapstick coating her lips.

“That something would be correct.”

“Softie,” you whispered before slipping away from her. “Now,” you started before she could whine again, let’s begin. So, first, you want to break that up-”

“What even is that?” Your girlfriend stared at the solid brick, her brows scrunched in confusion and mouth slightly gaping.

“It’s tamarind pulp.”

“Tamarind- wh- why do we even have this?”

“For pad thai. You can use it to make other stuff too, Natty,” you explained.

“Yeah, but it looks so…”

“So… what? Trust me, love, regardless of how you think it looks, it’ll taste good. Just break that up, yeah?”

“Okay…” Natasha gave you one last glance before following your instructions. You turned around to get some water before she could notice you smiling at the adorable look of confusion on her face.

Ten minutes and some more ingredients and mixing later, the sauce was done.

“Look, detka, I did it!” You laughed at her reaction, pressing your lips gently to her cheek in response.

“Yes, you did. But we still have a long way to- Nat, what are you doing?”

“Don’t we need to taste test it?” she asked, her mouth still wrapped around her fingers.

“I mean, I guess, but- Natty!”

“What?” she questioned, looking at you from underneath her lashes as she dipped her fingers back into the sauce. “It’s good, and I made it. Therefore, I deserve a reward.”

“You’re going to eat all the sauce before we even make the actual dish,” you whined.

“Okay, but, babe. Just taste it, it’s so good.” She stuck her fingers into your mouth before you could protest, giving you a look until you swirled your tongue around her digits, gathering up all the sauce that coated them. You sucked on her fingers with a wink before letting them go.

“You happy now?” Natasha nodded slightly.

“But wasn’t it good? That’s why I need to have more.” You grabbed her wrist before she could dip it back into the sauce.

“No more. I’m hungry, and I’d like to have my dinner the way it’s supposed to be. And no more sticking your grubby little fingers into the food.”

“Fine,” Nat sighed dramatically. “But maybe a little dessert before dinner wouldn’t hurt, would it?” she murmured, her lips now less than an inch away from your ear. “I was thinking, ba-”

“Uh oh. I’m going to stop you right there. It’s never a good thing when you’re thinking.” Natasha opened her mouth to defend herself, but you started talking before she could. “Cooking class, Nat. You’re learning how to cook. That’s it.”

“But why do I need to learn how to cook when I’ve got the best meal I could ever ask for right in front of me?” Her arms snaked around your waist only for you to hit them lightly until she let go. Face burning, you had to admit you wouldn’t mind giving in, but you had a mission of sorts to finish: make dinner with Nat without anything extraordinarily bad happening. “You don’t want me?” the spy whispered, not willing to give up so easily. Before you could respond, the room filled with the sound of her stomach growling once again.

“I always want you,” you chuckled, “But I think you want this pad thai more than you’re letting on. Can we go back to cooking now? Please?”

“I suppose,” Natasha gave in. “But you owe me.”

“I guess I’m okay with that,” you winked at her. “Now, you need to wash your hands again before you get saliva everywhere, and I’m going to cut this chicken.” Your girlfriend gave you one last kiss before obliging.

“Just be careful, baby,” she started as you picked up the knife. “I don’t need you accidentally cutting yourself.”

“I won’t, Nat,” you rolled your eyes. You had just started to cut into the meat when you heard a rushing sound and a high-pitched hum from Natasha.

“What the-”

“Huh?” You looked up from the cutting board and were rewarded by a searing pain on your middle finger.

“Ow!”

“Are you okay?” Natasha turned the water off immediately before rushing to you, hands cupping yours. “Y/N, I literally just told you not to hurt yourself.”

“I’m sorry, I got distracted! The sink made that weird noise, and I’m clumsy. I just...”

“It was just the water pressure being all weird again, hon. Look,” Nat tsked. “You sliced the skin right off. Go wash that off while I grab a bandaid,” the redhead ordered. “And I’ll be doing the rest of the cutting tonight.”

“Nat, I’m fine. I can-”

“I don’t want to hear anything more from you. You cut yourself literally ten seconds after you said you wouldn’t. No more knife privileges for you tonight. Or maybe ever.”

“Natty,” you whined, this time it being your turn to pout. “I’m in pain, and you’re my girlfriend. I don’t need you chastising me, I need you comforting me.” You finished up washing your hands and met the woman at the counter. 

“Well, if you hurt yourself, I’m going to do both,” she muttered, concentrating on wrapping the bandaid around your still-bleeding appendage. When she finished, she lifted your hand gently, brushing her lips over the covered wound, her eyes never leaving yours. “Better?”

“Much.”

“Good. Now tell me how I’m supposed to cut this.”

“I guess, you’d say, what can me feel this way?” My girl...” Natasha sang along with the music as she tossed the food in the wok.

“Natty, be careful, you goof!” you giggled. Your girlfriend simply shook her head at you as she continued to sing, her hips swaying to the beat.

“My girl, my girl, my girl,” she winked. “Talkin’ ‘bout my girl, my girl!”

“Baby,” you laughed, “Pay attention to the food before it burns. You can sing later.” You turned down the volume of the speaker before Nat could get too carried away. “Okay, keep stirring the food in the wok,” you ordered. “I’ll be back in a second. Please don’t burn the house down before I get back.” You stepped away from your girlfriend for a second to grab some plates, chopped peanuts, bean sprouts, and the chicken you had cooked earlier.

“I’m not going to burn the house down,” Nat countered.

“I’m sensing some deja vu,” you warned, your back turned to your girlfriend. She simply rolled her eyes in response, taking her eyes off the wok to watch you and pushing some of the noodles out of the wok in the process.

When you turned back around seconds later, you sighed. “Natty, be careful. Look at the wok.” Upon seeing the now displaced noodles, the redhead let out a small breath as her shoulders dropped. “It’s okay, babe,” you reassured her, setting down everything before kissing her shoulder. “I would say you’ve done pretty well tonight. This is just a little slip-up. And look, no fire!”

“Yeah, no fire.”

“It’ll all be worth it when we get to eat. Speaking of which, this is almost done. You wanna go set the table, and I’ll finish this up?”

“Okay,” your girlfriend smiled. “Thank you, dorogaya.” Natasha pecked your cheek before going to grab the silverware.

“Couldn’t have done it without you, love,” you grinned, humming as you plated the dish. The sound of footsteps approached you from behind, and sure enough, Natasha wrapped her arms around your torso seconds later.

“Wow, that looks amazing. It smells even better.”

“You did that.” You brought one of your hands down and squeezed hers.

“I did do that, didn’t I? I did that,” Natasha said aloud, causing you to laugh. When you turned around, your heart melted at the look of pride on her face.

“My amazing little chef,” you praised, kissing her briefly. “Hey, Nat.” A smile grew on your lips as you got lost in your thoughts for a moment. “Do you think Tony can cook? Because if he can, do you think Pepper calls him her ‘iron chef’?” Natasha groaned at your joke.

“You’re way too cheesy, detka. And let’s keep the discussion on us. I do not need to be thinking about Tony’s love life.” Before you could turn back around to grab the food, Natasha pulled you back in for another kiss.

“Okay, okay,” you laughed when she finally let you go. “Are we going to stand here all day, or do you plan on letting us eat soon? Because I personally would like to do more than just stare at the food we made.”

“I guess we can eat,” Nat smirked as you brought the plates to the table.

---

“Hey,” you murmured, turning your face to look up at Natasha. She continued to run her fingers through your hair but shifted her gaze from her book to you. “Thanks for tonight. I had a lot of fun.”

“So did I,” Nat smiled. “Thank you for teaching me how to cook, printsessa.” You hummed for a moment before responding.

“I don’t know if I taught you how to cook. You still have a lot to learn, my young one.”

“Says the one who cut herself.”

“It was an accident! I was worried about you,” you protested. “I do hope we can go to that cooking class soon, though. Being your teacher is exhausting. No wonder Steve gets so aggravated with you during training.”

“Well, sorry,” your girlfriend scoffed, hitting your shoulder lightly. You dismissed her with a light kiss to the palm of her hand.

“It was really cute seeing you all excited and proud, though. I’d give anything to see you like that again.” Nat blushed, and you kept going. “Absolutely adorable, babe. You should’ve seen yourself.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” she finally interrupted you. “You taste like pad thai,” Nat chuckled.

“But it’s good though?”

“Mm, very good,” the redhead agreed, going back to her book.

“Like I said, it’s all thanks to my amazing little chef.”

[dadsbongos]

collection of fun :) (not porn)

Movie/Game/Show: Marvel Dynamic: Avengers/Reader (Bucky, Sam, Steve, Thor, Scott :) ) Warnings: some au where everyone’s in the compound and happy(ish) because :), Summary: a general collection of blurbs (not single story line) about the avengers/you Word Count: 1K ~~~

Bucky Barnes:

“I’m still not over that time you ripped out my steering wheel,” Sam shook his head, “I just paid off my car and then - boom! - you rip out my steering wheel.”

“I what?” Bucky’s eyes widened at the claim.

“Yeah,” Natasha nodded, poking at the man’s arm, “Shot me once, and you nearly strangled me another time.”

“I- “ the man looks between the two before his eyes land on you, “Did I- did I ever hurt you?”

“Well, yeah, when you were the Winter Soldier,” you shrug off, “Stabbed me a few times.”

“I stabbed you?!” he shoots up from his seat, “You never told me that!”

“I said the scars were stab wounds.”

“But not that they were from me!”

You purse your lips, “Aw, Buck, it wasn’t actually you, I know that.”

“Well, yeah, but- “ he sighs and sits back down beside you, slumping into the cushion, ”I feel like such an ass.”

“A dick, even?”

“Sam,” you chided while smacking the man’s shoulder before turning back to your guilt-wracked boyfriend, “Buck, it’s okay. Tony ended up covering the payments on Sam’s car, Nat’s still alive, and I’m fine. Tony’s bitter about the whole orphaning him thing but I’m sure eventually he’ll be okay. In a long while.”

“Oh God,” Bucky falls forward to put his head in his hands, elbows perched on his knees, “I don’t remember any of that.”

“Like how you don’t remember breaking Steve’s nose a second time?” Sam suddenly pitched in.

“What?” Bucky looked downright distraught by this point, hands tangled through his hair, “I broke his nose? More than once?”

“No,” you were immediate to jump in, rubbing your beau’s back, “No, you didn’t, Sam’s just being mean.”

“But he was involved in the killing of Lincoln.”

Surely, you figured, there was no way Bucky would believe that - it was way before he’d even been born let alone when he would be the Winter Soldier.

But, to your surprise, Bucky didn’t refute the statement, instead looking up to you with tears nearly coming over him, “Was… was I…?”

---

“Hey,” you turn to Tony, “I think I’m gonna take Bucky home.”

Tony shakes his head, waving you off, “He’s fine.”

Bucky is quick to prove Tony wrong when he approaches you with wide eyes, “Doll, we gotta go, everyone here is being weird and invasive.”

“Hey,” an unfamiliar blond comes up with a bright, friendly smile, “what’s your name?”

“What are you? A cop?” Bucky grumbles, glaring at the poor woman before turning back to you, “We have to go.”

/

Sam Wilson:

Getting classified as an enemy of SHIELD alongside Captain America and Black Widow was never something you planned when coming into the organization. However, as you watch Natasha straighten her hair at the guest room vanity, you find something to distract from that predicament.

“What’s on your mind?” Natasha raises a brow.

You shake your head, “Sam doesn’t have any hair, right?”

“Not that I’ve really noticed, why?”

“You’re using a straightener, are you not?”

“Oh, yeah,” Natasha hums, turning completely to look at Steve on the bed, “Do you think Sam just has straighteners to make people comfortable?”

“I do,” a voice suddenly cuts in after a few knocks, Sam leans into the room while holding a few towels, “Just if you guys need anymore.”

“Oh wow,” you murmur as Steve takes the towels, “Nicest guy in the world and we just turned him into a criminal.”

/

Steve Rogers:

“Leave him alone!” Bucky’s charging into the alley as you shout at the assailants.

You rush over to Steve’s side while your brother deals with the boys previously laying in on the smaller man.

“Oh, Stevie, they really got you, didn’t they?” you take a corner of your skirt and gently dab at the bloodied skin under his nose and at the corners of his mouth, “You can’t always go around picking fights like this - I worry about you, you know?”

“Don’t underestimate me,” Steve huffs, swiping away at your hands and struggling to a stand.

“I couldn’t possibly,” you grin, one that Steve’s almost compelled to take as genuine.

The beginnings of a smile fall from the poor blond’s lips, “Stop, I almost took that as a compliment.”

---

“Oh, gosh,” Steve huffs, shaking his head as he bends over to pick up his item, “dropped my pen.”

“What are you? A cartoon dad? Just say ‘shit’,” you narrow your eyes at the captain.

Steve merely purses his lips before pointing at you, “Swearing is for serious situations. Besides, with you and Peter on the team now, I think the adults should mind their language. Speaking of which, watch yours.”

Natasha raises a brow as you watch Steve exit the common room with wide eyes, “Inspired by his speech or something?”

Your lips curl into a broad grin, “One day I’m gonna make him say ‘fuck’.”

/

Thor Odinson:

“And one last question before we wrap this up!”

Interviews were far from Thor’s forte - for as much as he loved being admired, he really hated being poked and prodded on television.

“Is this young heroine behind you - your daughter?”

Thor lights up at the line, looking over at you with a broad grin.

The woman shakes her head, “Sorry, that was a joke- “

“Yes!” Thor exclaims, looping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side, “This is my daughter!”

“What’re you talking about, man? You’re my coworker!” you shove at his side, “My mom doesn’t even know you personally!”

“My daughter is a wonder in critical thinking, it’s something her uncle taught her,” Thor nods, patting your head, “My daughter is very smart.”

“Wait, really?” the woman pushes her mic closer to your faces.

“Yes!” Thor cheers at the same time you shout, “No!”

/

Scott Lang:

“Dad, is this really necessary?”

“Between the divorce and the Blip, I missed too many of your milestones,” Scott muttered, hands on the back of a bike he borrowed from a neighbor, “Now I just have to make up for it.”

You begin pedaling and shortly after you get your balance, Scott shoves you off which, naturally, leads to you falling over. Scott and Hope both rush over to help you up, Hope shaking her head as she speaks,

“You’re supposed to let her catch speed first, Scott.”

“Well, that’s good knowledge for next time,” Scott smiles, turning and pointing over at your sister, “You’re next, Cassie!”

[aphrostarot]

Lilith Pick a Pile

How can you channel your inner Lilith?

Astrologically, Lilith represents your primal impulses and your behavior at its most raw. It reveals your repressed sexuality and your darker self buried deep in your psyche. This reading will help you to uncover your inner Lilith and show you how you can channel it.

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Pile One (Sodalite):

How Can You Assert Your Independence More Effectively?

Two of Swords:

Trying to balance the drama and conflict in your life has resulted in a stalemate for some time now. You have been experiencing conflict with someone in your life. Because you fear rocking the boat, you have been walking on eggshells around them.

The Chariot:

To assert your independence, your guides want you to get out of this stalemate. You may have to leave this person behind so that you can discover your independence. On the other hand, it may require you to rock the boat. You may need to assert your independence by standing up for yourself.

How Can You Become More Creative in Your Life/Work?

The Knight of Cups:

Having this card appear to symbolize career means you should be expecting a job offer soon. This opportunity will allow your creativity to blossom, according to your guides. Alternatively, this indicates that your guides want you to fall in love with your creativity again. Your guides tell you that these issues in your life may have caused you to look at your life very negatively, which is hindering your progress.

How Can You Embrace Every Part of Your Sexuality?

Five of Cups:

You have been in a rather negative place recently and this has been affecting you in all areas of life, particularly in your sexuality. Your guides are saying that you are feeling very sorry for yourself and questioning everything about yourself is causing you to ignore your sexuality.

Ace of Wands:

In terms of sexuality, this card indicates that you possess strong desires and a strong libido. You are being told that the way to embrace your sexuality is to be more sexual. They want you to experience more orgasms, to embrace your enthusiastic side when it comes to sensuality. They are telling you that you have been avoiding pleasure for some time and now it is time to do so.

How Can You Liberate Yourself From the Oppression Put Upon You by Society and Others?

Three of Cups:

In response to the oppression that others and society have placed on you, you have stopped celebrating yourself or maybe you have never celebrated yourself. The way for you to free yourself from this oppression is to celebrate everything you have accomplished in life, no matter how large or small.

In What Ways Can You Embrace Your Darker Elements to Become More Powerful in Life/Work?

Knight of Pentacles:

Your guides want you to be patient with yourself on this journey, as this card represents patience. They say it will be a slow but rewarding process. It will also require hard work, but your guides do not want to let this deter you.

Page of Wands:

As a result of running from your darkness, you have been living in a very dark place recently. You must allow yourself to be adventurous and fun-loving if you are to embrace this darkness. You have neglected this side of yourself for some time because you feel that you need to live in that darkness. Your guides say that this is not the case, and they want you to enjoy yourself. Please be kind to yourself during this difficult time because it is a long road and you deserve to be happy.

What Message does Lilith Have for You?

Nine of Wands:

Lilith says that you have gone through so much in your life and this has resulted in you being a people pleaser. Lilith knows, however, that you are the person who will never give up. You may pause from time to time to catch your breath but you will always get back up and continue. Lilith knows you will get through this because you aren't a quitter, you are a hard-working person who deserves success.

Pile Two (Fuchsite):

How Can You Assert Your Independence More Effectively?

Five of Wands:

This is the card of fighting for what you believe in. For you to assert your independence, you need to stand up for yourself, fight for yourself. Stand your ground and be assertive. Don't let anyone walk all over you.

How Can You Become More Creative in Your Life/Work?

Page of Pentacles:

Although you are very ambitious, you lack the resources to accomplish your goals. You feel that the lack of resources prevents you from realizing your own creativity, despite being very ambitious. Your guides are telling you with this card to build slowly, avoid debt, and you will be successful in your creative endeavors.

How Can You Embrace Every Part of Your Sexuality?

Ace of Pentacles:

There's money coming your way with this card. In the near future, you will experience some financial gains that will help you embrace your sexuality in every way. Your guides are telling you that soon you will be able to embrace every part of yourself, whether that is because you feel more confident or because someone is coming your way to give you money.

Nine of Pentacles:

Take advantage of all the success you have achieved. The fact that this card is representing your sexuality tells me that your success will be approaching very, very soon. You should fuck on a pile of money because you definitely deserve it.

How Can You Liberate Yourself From the Oppression Put Upon You by Society and Others?

Queen of Wands:

The Queen of Wands is an extremely ambitious woman who has climbed the career ladder in their lifetime. They have worked very hard to get to their success and are an excellent leader. Additionally, they are extremely kind and caring and don't let anyone bring them down. You have been asked to become this person by your guides. The way to free yourself from the oppression that society and others put on you is by channeling this energy.

In What Ways Can You Embrace Your Darker Elements to Become More Powerful in Life/Work?

Four of Wands:

Seeing the card of stability here shows me that it is through finding stability in your life that you can embrace the darker elements in your life. Since you have been lacking stability in many areas of your life, your guides are telling you that in order to embrace all of yourself, you must first be stable.

What Message does Lilith Have for You?

Five of Swords:

You are told by Lilith that you will reach an end, but that this end will benefit you. In other words, whatever it is that you have been pursuing for some time is not beneficial to you, and its ending is only a good thing for you. If you do not resonate with what I just said, Lilith is then telling you that there may be an end on its way and to be wary of that.

Pile Three (Amazonite):

How Can You Assert Your Independence More Effectively?

High Priestess:

This is the card of psychic ability of following your intuition. Your guides are telling you that the best way for you to assert your independence is by following your intuition. You should listen to what your intuition tells you because it is your guides talking to you.

How Can You Become More Creative in Your Life/Work?

The Sun:

You may have been neglecting your self-care and allowing yourself to experience happiness recently, and your guides indicate that this has affected your creativity. Taking care of yourself and experiencing happiness more often can help you become more creative in your life and work.

How Can You Embrace Every Part of Your Sexuality?

The Chariot:

You have been afraid to express yourself for some time now. This card is your guides way of telling you that you need to trust yourself and understand that you know what's best for you. You need to embrace your true self.

Queen of Wands:

By being dominant and unashamed in your life, you can embrace your entire sexuality. Don't fear asking for what you need; be brave. It's okay to let your flames burn bright because you are an amazing person who deserves to be completely true to yourself say your guides.

How Can You Liberate Yourself From the Oppression Put Upon You by Society and Others?

Queen of Swords:

In your life, you have been dealing with a woman who is causing you a lot of trouble. Drama and conflict are what they thrive on. This tells me that the oppression you have been experiencing has been caused by a woman. I am feeling strong maternal energy.

The Fool:

New beginnings are what the Fool represents, which conveys to you that liberation comes from starting over. Set yourself free from the oppression this person has caused you, and start anew. Truly become who you are meant to be, not who this person wants you to be.

In What Ways Can You Embrace Your Darker Elements to Become More Powerful in Life/Work?

The World:

You need to go through a completion here. For some time now, you have been who everyone wants you to be, rather than who you were meant to be, and your guides have been telling you to move on from your past. By embracing your darkness and accepting yourself as you are, you will become who you were created to be.

What Message does Lilith Have for You?

Knight of Wands:

It is Lilith's wish that you are enthusiastic about your life. You have the ability to get things done, and you will do them. She wants you to move forward in life with great optimism. She is telling you to speed up and become who you are meant to be because you are more than capable of being successful at it.

Pile Four (Amethyst):

How Can You Assert Your Independence More Effectively?

Knight of Cups:

Because you don't want to upset anyone, you constantly overlook things, living your life through rose-colored glasses. However, you are very loyal and committed to the people in your life. Instead of overlooking things, your guides want you to assert your independence by standing up. Don't forget that not everyone in your life is perfect. They all have their flaws.

How Can You Become More Creative in Your Life/Work?

Queen of Wands:

It is possible that you have lost the ambition you once had for your creativity and having this card come out here tells you that the best way to become more creative is to rediscover your ambition. You are very intelligent, creative, and passionate about your work. Together, these things make you an ambitious person all you need to do is recognize this.

How Can You Embrace Every Part of Your Sexuality?

Ace of Swords:

The time is now for you to enact real, powerful change in your life, as your guides are urging you to do so. This change should come in your sexuality, according to your guides. Your sexuality has been a very dark place for you, and this card is telling you that light is about to shine through. You will be able to embrace every aspect of yourself when you have that light.

How Can You Liberate Yourself From the Oppression Put Upon You by Society and Others?

The High Priestess:

You are extremely psychically aware and have a very strong intuition, and this may be part of the reason why you have been oppressed by the people in your life for some time. Your guides say that the way for you to liberate yourself from this oppression is by embracing all of your intuition rather than running from it. You are meant to do great things with your abilities and once you become more aware of that you will liberate yourself from the idea that you need to please everyone around you.

In What Ways Can You Embrace Your Darker Elements to Become More Powerful in Life/Work?

Four of Cups:

You have not been viewing your life clearly. You have been trying to ignore the darkness inside of you, hoping to believe that everything is all good. You are not aware of the fact that you are more than capable of having a good life while still embracing every part of you.

Justice:

The appearance of this card here indicates that the only way for you to embrace your darker self is by getting justice for yourself. Justice comes from accepting who you are for who you are. You've been running away from yourself for quite some time, and your guides are telling you that the time has come to accept who you are.

What Message does Lilith Have for You?

Knight of Wands:

It is Lilith's wish that you are enthusiastic about your life. You have the ability to get things done, and you will do them. She wants you to move forward in life with great optimism instead of running from yourself all the time. She is telling you to speed up and become who you are meant to be because you are more than capable of being successful at it.

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Curves

Pairing: Dayton White x Female Reader

Words: 1748

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. This is basically porn without plot😏 Warnings for smut, oral (fem rec), sex, cursing, dirty talk, and a bit of praise kink

A/N: Written for my lovely, @eurynome827​​ to celebrate 2K FOLLOWERS!! Congratulations hun! You are wonderful, it’s a pleasure to know you, and I appreciate youuu❤ For the challenge I chose the prompt lingerie, and wanted to give writing our favorite speed racer a try. I had fun with this, and I hope you enjoy! 🥰

18+ ONLY Do Not click keep reading if you are under 18.

That Ferrari. The only thing that he might possibly love more than you. Bright red, flashy, and sexy, your lips match the paint finish tonight, and the rest of your outfit is black. Dayton’s second favorite color.

He opens the door for you after dinner, helping you into the car, eyeing the top of your stockings peeking through the slit of your dress with lust in his eyes as you sit down.

“Oops.” You throw him a wink before he shuts the door, knowing it’ll fluster him just a little bit. He wasn’t always as put together as he looked. A few strands of his hair are out of place when he gets into the car, and he smooths them back effortlessly, glancing your way as he fires up the engine. The car roars to life, settling into a satisfying purr that makes your lips twitch into a smile, and Dayton has that smug, satisfied look on his face as he looks back to the road.

The car hugs the pavement, gliding smoothly around corners until Dayton opens her up on the highway. You catch him sneaking another glance at you, and you can’t help biting your lower lip as the Ferrari’s power rumbles through you. That smug smile crosses his face again, Dayton knows you love feeling it, he loves it too. You’d felt the car’s vibrations many times before; he’d had you spread out on the hood more than once and there were photos to prove it. 

“Dayton,” you breathed, your body revving up as the car sped down the road, hugging every curve with ease. “We should head home.” His gaze slid to you for a moment, a smirk on his face and eyebrow raised as he teased you. “Don’t you wanna go for a drive baby?”

“Not tonight. I have something I want to show you.”

Dayton rests his hand on your thigh and you place yours on top. He squeezes your leg, then threads his fingers with yours and raises your hand to his lips, his eyes flashing with a spark of desire.

After pulling into the garage at home, Dayton kills the engine and the silence makes you shiver.  He gets out first and opens your door, helping you out of the car now. You lean in and peck a quick kiss against his lips, lightly swiping your tongue over his bottom one before you pull away. His breath catches and his gaze runs over your body, pulling his lip between his teeth. He wants you. He wants you, but you want him too. You have all night.

Stepping past him, you walk around the front of the car, trailing your finger over her curves as you head towards the door. Over to the driver’s side and up the hood, then you pause, smirking, and run your fingers over your own body instead, up your chest and along your collarbone. Dayton watches, following the path of your fingers, until one stops caught between your teeth. His gaze flicks from your bright red lips, curled in a smirk, to your eyes, and he stares into your soul, practically devouring you as he stalks towards you.

“Inside, sweetheart. Now.” The door is hardly closed and he has a grip on your wrist, pulling you towards him and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. You melt into it, a whine escaping your throat as his touch sends fire through your veins. You back him against the wall, pressing your body against his, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him desperately, hungrily. He smirks against your mouth and he pulls you closer, his hands on your hips holding you tightly. 

Feeling for the zipper of your dress, he finds it and drags it down, smoothing his hand over your exposed skin, before pushing it from your shoulders. You shimmy out of it, your black lingerie now on display for him, his eyes roving over your body appreciatively. His eyes are dark, hungry, predatory, and before you can ask him if he likes it, his mouth is on yours again and he's picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you to the bedroom.

The two of you fall onto the bed, Dayton's lips on your skin now as he worships your body. He makes his way down, your hands gripping his shoulders, until he pauses to rid himself of his shirt. Then he's back, his lips moving over your skin reverently. He trails his tongue along the edges of black lace, and you gasp his name. He smiles, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes.

"So beautiful baby, gorgeous. You're so sexy."

"Dayton. Please baby, I need you." You sound desperate and the words come out in a whine but you can’t help yourself. You’re revved up, craving him. Needing him. With a smirk, Dayton moves further down, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder and nudging your core with his nose.

"Mm, you ready for me sugar?" His tongue teases along the edge of your panties and you ache for him, needing his mouth against you. A whine falls from your lips and you beg him, sighing with relief when his finger hooks into the lace, pushing it aside so his tongue can lap at you. Another moan as he licks straight over your core, flicking your bundle of nerves before pushing his tongue inside.

Your hips buck against his face and his hands grab them, holding you down as he pushes harder against you. You're whining already, trying to get more, to get closer to his face, needing him deeper. He fucks you with his tongue, heating you up and pushing you closer, before withdrawing his tongue and licking up over your clit. His lips close around it and he sucks, making your back arch off the bed, flicking it with the tip of his tongue until your cries fill the room and the wave crashes over you.

His tongue laves over you slowly, fire in his eyes as you come down, and then he's crawling over you, kissing you hungrily with your release still on his lips.

“So good sweetheart, so delicious. But I gotta have you.” He kisses along your jaw and down your throat, nipping at your skin, his hard length pressing against your thigh. You’re in a daze from your orgasm but you’re able to shift when he unclasps your bra, allowing him to pull it off and toss it across the room. Your hands wander over his body, toned muscle and smooth skin, until you’re fumbling with his pants, unbuttoning them and trying to shove them off. A whimper escapes you and he chuckles, nuzzling into your neck before moving away to pull them off.

When he’s back you sigh, wrapping your arms around him as he nudges your legs apart again. Hooking one leg over his hip, you can feel him at your entrance, his crown pressing against you making you clench and whimper, needing him inside you more than anything else.

“Please Day, baby please.” You’re mumbling, unable to feel anything else except him, he’s permeating your senses, your infatuation with him only matched by his with you. A broken moan falls from your lips when he pushes in, and you scratch at his back, trying to pull him closer. He hisses, bottoming out inside your tight heat and running a hand over your stocking-clad thigh.

“Fuck sweetheart, you always feel so fuckin’ good.” He buries his face in your neck, nipping at your skin again while he finds a rhythm, moving in and out of you, filling you completely and driving you towards ecstasy. He seems to be able to hit every perfect spot inside of you, but then he angles his hips just so, and oh, it makes you see stars. You cry out, clutching him harder, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer with each thrust, your hips rocking up to meet his.

Dayton shifts, taking your legs from around his waist and pushing them back against your stomach to deepen the angle, and when your eyes fly open, his flash dangerously, a devilish grin on his face.

“Oh yeah baby, just like that. Takin’ me so well, looking so pretty in this little outfit. You know I love it when you dress up for me.” His smooth voice washes over you and you’re drifting away, being pushed closer to bliss with every thrust of him into you. He’s grunting now too, head thrown back while he grips your thighs, sweat beading across his chest, and you want to get your tongue all over him. You whine again, arching your back, rocking your hips against his, and you wrap your hand around his wrist and squeeze as you balance right on the edge.

“Dayton….” You gasp his name, and he fucks into you harder, panting and urging you on under his breath, curses and praises alike showering over you, and then you’re screaming and clenching down around him, flooding over him as white hot bliss explodes within you. Dayton groans, low and rough, fucking you through your orgasm, driving deeper as he chases his own release now. A few more hard, deep thrusts, his eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched, then his whole body is tensing, and he throbs inside you as he comes with a loud groan. He lets your legs go and collapses against you, panting and spent. Rolling to the side, he pulls you against him with a chuckle.

"Damn baby. You in lingerie drives me fuckin wild." You grin, curling against him and running your fingers over his chest as you try to catch your breath. He trails his finger over your hip with a hum, tracing over your curves now, up and around the edge of the garter belt.

“You like it?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“Mmm. I’ll have to show you the red set next time.” Dayton’s eyes go wide and he just grins.

“You’re killin’ me sweetheart. But in the best way.” Then he rolls over, pulling you on top of him and you shriek with laughter, rolling your hips against him and making him groan through his smirk.

“I can keep going baby, just tell me what you like.” Dayton pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes darkening again at the sight of you.

“I’ll have you any way you want baby girl, all night long.”

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They don’t know about us

Theo Nott x Hufflepuff!Reader

W. C. : 3400

Request by @herstory-study​:  Hi! I saw your one-shot of Theodore Nott and just absolutely loved it. I was hoping I could request one where the reader is a Hufflepuff and just them being open about their relationship and not carrying what other people (*cough cough* Malfoy) think. Thanksss 💛💛💛

A/N: I don’t know if this exactly what you expected with your request but this what came to my mind. Sorry for taking so long and for naming every thing that I write after songs, but is the only thing I can come up with. Thank you for requesting and happy reading! REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

Flashbacks are written like this!

*Not my Gif. Credits to the creator*

"Hey you." you greeted, a smile in your face as you placed a soft kiss in your boyfriend's cheek. 

Theo turned with a bright smile, wrapping his arm around your shoulder when you had taken the seat beside him, pulling you closer to him as he returned the kiss, lingering there as you hugged him. 

"Hello love." he whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine with how deep his voice was. A smile playing on his lips at his effect on you. "I thought you were doing homework  with your friends." he told you, leaving his quill aside and turning so he could be face to face with you. 

You waved your hand with a roll of your eyes "The day they actually show up to do homework will be the day I die." he chuckled and you gave him a smug look "Guess I'm immortal now." you grinned. 

"My immortal lover," he muttered, cupping your face softly and caressing your cheek with his thumb. 

"But really where are they?" he asked, pulling his hand from your face and packing you sigh in disappointment at the loss of his warmth. 

"Where do you think?" you dared him to guess, the annoyance in your voice giving him his answer. 

He shook his head with a smile, trying to hide the fact that it was actually hilarious how much it bothered you "Quidditch practice?" he said and you nodded. 

"Quidditch practice." you confirmed, staring at him in confusion as he dragged you by your hand towards the castle entrance. "Theo!" you squealed, wrapping your robes tighter against your body as the light breeze blew in your way "Where are we going?" you asked, a smile in your face no matter what. 

He looked back at you briefly, the same smile you had plastered in his face "We are going to the Quidditch practice, see what we have been missing all along." he said, the longer part of his hair falling right in front of his eyes and sticking to his forehead because of the light rain. 

You made it to the seats in no time, having to run there as the rain started to fall strongly. No wonder why your friends wanted to go see the Slytherin team practice. 

"Do you even understand the game?" you asked him, finding a place that covered you from some of the rain "Because I've tried to and had gotten nowhere." 

"Well, not really." he admitted with a tight smile "Otherwise I think I would be playing. Draco and Blaise are out there, I'm the only one missing." 

You sat closer to him, his arm returning to his usual spot around your shoulder "Better leave it that way," you said, Theo giving you a questioning look "If you were playing against Hufflepuff I would probably have a crisis. Do I cheer for you or my house?" 

He laughed loudly, throwing his head back as he only did with you. Once he had calmed down he tightened his hold on you, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you towards his chest "Well, obviously you would be cheering for me." he mumbled. 

You rose and eyebrow, looking up at him as you scratched your chin in thought "Debatable." you said. 

He looked offended, a mischievous look taking over his features as he attacked your sides, tickling every spot he knew would make your stomach hurt. 

You screamed, trying to get out of his hold but failing as he was in advantage by his position. The only thing left for you to do: beg for mercy. 

"NO!" you laughed, you eyes shut as you fought the tears that were spilling down your cheeks "Theo!" you yelled, laughing more as you shrink yourself into a fetal position. 

He stopped, his fingers still tapping lightly over your ribs as your heard him ask "Who are you cheering for, then?" 

You could hear the smile in his voice, his finger ready for another attack as he waited for  your response. 

"Oh, c'mon. You don't even play!" you said, popping one eye open to see him still waiting. 

"Humor me," he whispered "Let's imagine I do actually play." 

You squint your eyes at him, the happy tears making your cheeks wet and the ache of your stomach still there "One condition," you said poking his chest. He nodded, expectant of your terms "You lend over to me one of your sweaters for some Slytherin representation." 

"You only want to steal my sweaters." he laughed, looking down at your pleading eyes. You had your most innocent smile on and he knew he had lost, he couldn't say no to that smile and you knew it "Fine, " he said, rolling his eyes "You'll get one of my sweaters if you come with me to one of the games." he said and you frowned.

"You don't even like the game." you reminded him, a little confused. 

"I promised those idiots I would be there for their game against Gryffindor." he sighed heavily and you smiled.

“Deal.” you said sitting straight so you could reach for him, pulling him to you in a sweet kiss, completely oblivious to the eyes on you from the distance.

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“Hey Draco,” called Blaise, flying close to the blonde as he cocked hi head toward the crowd “Looks like someone’s still under a witch’s spell.” 

Draco frowned, focus shifting from the practice to the loud laughter coming from the stances. His eyes hardened, watching as his friend played with his girlfriend right there out in the open “Is he deaf or something?” he grunted, turning from the sight and to his friend flying close to him “He knows that Hufflepuff is no good news.” he said, glaring back and seeing you kissing him, his stomach churning  in anger.

Blaise shrugged, still looking at the two love birds with confusion “You know,” he said getting Draco’s attention “It has been months now, I don’t think is a love potion or something of sorts.” he admitted.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he hissed starting to move in the air “She did something to him that time they both got detention. I’m sure of it.” he mumbled, getting his focus back in the practice.

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You walked the empty halls of the castle, dinner still happening at the great hall but your stomach couldn’t take it. You had felt sick since that morning and the mere smell of food made your stomach turn. 

You weren’t sure if what happened next was worse than having stayed sick at the great hall but you were balancing the options as it all unfolded down before your eyes. 

The Weasley twins came running from the end of the hall, sliding on the floor by the speed they had with them, followed close by Mr. Filch and a crowd of curious students. But they were the Weasley twins, known pranksters of Hogwarts and therefore experts in running away. They went behind  a tapestry, disappearing from thin air right in front of your eyes.

“Where are they?” professor Snape’s voice boomed in the hall, walking directly to you with a glare “Where. are. they?” he asked again, the crowd standing like a shadow behind him. 

You shook your head, trying to find the word to explain before you realized you couldn’t. You weren’t sure where they were. “I don’t know, professor.” you said firmly and maybe that was your mistake, sounding so sure when they clearly had run by that hallway.

He sighed heavily “Eager to help them, aren’t you Y/L/N?” he said, his eyes hard on you “Very well, you’ll join them on detention. One month.” he stated.

You stuttered, not making any sense as you tired to fight him back “But professor, I didn’t see anything!” you cried.

He snapped his head at you with a glare, but a chuckle at his right caught his attention “Found something funny Mr. Nott?” he asked, Theo’s laugh dying down as he muttered a No under his breath. But Snape wasn’t having it “You’ll join Miss Y/L/N on her detention, I’m sure you two have a lot of fun.” he said, and turned walking away in the search of the twins.

Theo looked harshly at you but you had already stormed off, cursing under your breath and making wide movement in the air as you took a turn. He frowned, confused as to why he found you cute when mad. 

That night you went to the dungeons, a month of detention waiting for you in the cold classroom. the twins were already there, stopping their task of cleaning cauldrons to give you an apologetic look that you returned with a smile. 

You went to sit with them, but professor Snape cleared his throat behind you, making you jump in your seat  as you turned to him, a sour look in your face. 

“You’ll join Mr. Nott on the back,” he said, giving you a bucket and pointing to the back “Clean the storage room. No wands.” he ordered, walking to his desk and sitting down, not looking back at you.

You took the bucket and jumped from your seat, walking to the back reluctantly as you tried to suppress your anger, not wanting to make Snape more angry than he already was.

Theo took a moment to follow you, he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up and got to work without a word, his back facing you and you tried not to stare but, Merlin! was it hard. He was the kind of boy that went unnoticed, but if you payed attention he had a beauty to him that had you frozen in place. 

He seemed to notice your lack of movement, clearing his throat to get your attention but you pretended not to hear him, focusing on whatever was behind him and reaching for it, like you had been staring at that all along. He seemed to buy it, turning once more away from you. With a sigh you tied your hair up, and got to cleaning the shelves. 

A week had went by and the storage room looked the same of worse than it did in the beginning. But you gave it no importance, just doing what you thought would improve the place and make it look tidier. Until one day, the silence you were used to work in was broke.

“You’re upset.” Theo said behind you, making you stop and turned to him with a frown. Was he talking he talking to you? Of course he was, you were the only person there with him.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the next jar there and lining it up on the shelf next to the others.

“Oh, so you’re not talking to me?” he asked, and you could hear the grin in his face making you turn to see the nerve he had.

“We’re in detention together, Nott,” you hissed “No talk is needed.”

He shrugged, cleaning the jars before he handed them to you, your hand automatically taking them from his hand. “It could make it more enjoyable.” he muttered.

“Not interested,” you grumbled, snatching the next jar from him. 

“You Hufflepuffs have fame for being nice and all,” he said after a long silence you missed already “But you’re mad, I can see you fuming from here.” he said pointing at the air as if he actually could see smoke coming from you.

You scoffed, not really knowing  how to say to that “So what?,” you snapped “Not all Hufflepuffs are balls of sunshine. Surprise, you’re literally the last one to find out.”

He hummed, trying to suppress the smile pursing his lips “It’s just…” he said shaking his head.

“What?”

“Well, you look pretty when you’re mad.” he mumbled, not meeting your eyes.

You blinked rapidly at him, a smile in your face “You think I’m pretty when I’m mad?” you whispered, waiting for him to look at you, When he did, his eyes had a glint in them that quickly became amused when you’re smile fell “Well I’m about to become gorgeous.” you hissed, your wand already out when someone grabbed your wrist.

“I wouldn’t do that love.” George mumbled in your ear, walking inside just as Snape stood outside the door.

He examined the room, running a finger over the shelves “ You’re done for today.”  he said, giving you a side glance as you practically ran past him, taking your bag and  storming out of the dungeons. 

You ignored Theo calling from you, his hurried steps echoing the cold hall as you literally felt his presence run and plant himself before you. 

"What do you want, Nott!?" you yelled, more in exasperation than in anger. 

He blinked rapidly, still holding you by your shoulders as he shakily stared at you. "Your upset." he said again, making yous scoff as you tried to round him with no luck "I just want to know why." 

"Why do you care?" you asked desperately, manually moving his hands from your shoulders. 

He frowned, standing straight as he let go of you. You started to walk and he followed closely at your side "Your not mad at me?" he asked in shook. 

You shook your head with a heavy sigh "Why on earth would I be mad at you?" 

"Well, I kind- I got us both in trouble." he mumbled. 

You laughed, genuinely, for the first time in days. "I can get myself in trouble just fine. No need for your help." you told him. 

You noticed how his body visibly relaxed, running a hand through his hair with a smile. He looked relieved. 

You pointed behind you, to the entrance of your common room "Guess I see you on detention , Nott." 

He nodded, turning in his heel and walking away before you heard him. 

"Theo, You can call me Theo."

You chuckled at him "Right," you said watching the smile appear once more on his face "Goodnight, Nott." 

He laughed, watching you go inside your common room without glancing back at him. 

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“There so much people," you yelled, holding Theo's hand tightly in yours  "Why is there so much people here? "

He shook his head, pulling you through the crowd until he found where you two could seat, no one sparing a look at you in the Slytherin colors. 

"Relax, " he laughed, squeezing your hand "No one's going to notice." 

"Someone's already notice." you mumbled, looking at the Slytherin team in the air. Draco was shooting daggers from his eyes, knuckles white around his broom. 

The game went great, Slytherin won thanks to Draco catching the snitch. Theo dragged you to the field, saying he had to go and congratulate his mates and you weren't against it, that until you saw the entire team go quiet at your presence. 

"What is she doing here, Nott?" asked Draco, his eyes roaming all over you "And with Slytherin clothing?"

Theo looked at you with a frown, his hold on you more secure as he pulled you closer to him "She's here with me Malfoy, came to show some support." he said through gritted teeth. 

Draco rolled his eyes, turning to look at the team before they laughed "We don't need the support from a Hufflepuff." he said. 

Theo was already launching to him, the entire team backing away at his movement before he came to a halt. Your hand around his arm. 

"Don't," you whispered, giving him a sad smile before you let go of him. You turned to look at the team, some looked amused, others were fuming but you focused on one "You played great. Congratulations on the win." you said, nodding in Theo's way before you left. 

"Happy?" Theo grumbled once you were out of sight, the grin on Draco widening. 

"Very," he answered, turning to Blaise who was shaking his head furiously. 

The last thing Draco felt was a burning pain in his cheek where Theo's fist met his face, sending him straight to the ground. 

He stood there, still processing what he had done as he shook his hand in the air, storming out of there before the team or Draco himself could react. 

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Theo walked the streets of Hogsmeade with his friends, chattering about the latest things the golden trio had done to upset the Slytherin group. There was so many things and the months had only started. 

But his focus shifted from the conversation as soon as he saw you, all alone, in a bench. You were shaking and he had the feeling it had nothing to do with the snow falling lightly from the sky. 

He took one look as his friends, not really noticing he had stayed behind and had started walking towards you. 

"Y/N?" he called softly as he sat down next to you. 

You quickly cleaned the tears from your cheeks, pretending like nothing had happened and putting smile on your face. 

"Hi," you whispered "Do you need something?" 

"I should be asking you that," he said, his eyebrows scrunched together as he looked for your eyes "You okay?" 

You nodded, one single tear falling from your eyes as you did. 

"Yeah, right." he said, offering you his hand "Come with me." 

"Where?" you asked hesitantly, but still taking his hand. 

"Somewhere you won't freeze to death." he told you, walking slowly to Honeydukes unaware of the eyes of his friends looking back at him. 

You didn't know it yet, but that was the best first date ever. Softening to the boy easily, falling for him harder than you ever thought and that only because he saw crying in the snow. 

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"You did what?!" you shouted, pacing in front of your boyfriend with wild eyes. 

"I punched Malfoy in the face." he repeated rubbing his hand. He met your eyes and tilted his head, with a similar look "He had it coming!" he fought back. 

"Maybe," you whispered "You're getting detention again, great." you sighed, covering your face with both hands. 

"Worth it." he said. 

And even if the act warmed your heart you couldn't help but worry about the man. He had attacked another student a lá muggle, Draco would be furious. 

You cursed yourself for even bringing up the thought, the blond storm bursting in the mostly empty Great Hall, wand at his side. 

You snapped out of the shook just as he started raising his wand, his words blocked by the piercing fear that took over your body. You didn't even know how but in a moment you had put yourself in front of him, wand pointed at his face. 

"I wouldn't take another step if I were you." you grunted, fighting so hard to keep your hand steady. 

"Get out of my way." he hissed. 

"You're problem is with me, not him." you remind him, a fierce look in your eyes. 

"Y/N…" 

"No Theo." you cut him off, lowering your wand slightly. "You did it for me, if he wants revenge he can have it." 

Draco glared back at you, confused above else as he lowered his wand as well. 

He took you in, a half blood Hufflepuff that wasn't a walking sun in the school. So ordinary. 

"I don't like you." he spat, putting his wand away. 

"You don't have to like me." 

He stared at you, glancing at Theo next to you when he rolled his eyes "I'm so gonna regret this." he muttered, turning away and leaving with no much of another word. 

Once he was away, you turned to Theo and hugged him. He returned the hug quickly holding you tightly and only letting you go because you pulled away. 

"Ouch!" he yelled, your hand slamming over his arm with flaring glare "What was that for?" he asked. 

"Don't punch people," you told him "And don't make me face Draco again, that was terrifying." 

"Sorry," he mumbled, sitting next to you with his head low. 

You took a glance at him and sighed, resting your head on his shoulder as you rubbed his hand "You really don't mind that I'm a Hufflepuff?" you asked him. 

"Not at all," he whispered, placing a soft kiss in your cheek "I love you." 

You smiled, nuzzling closer to him as he wrapped his free arm around you "I love to too." 

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Snow Day Firsts

Hi everyone, I hope you enjoy this one! I had a lot of fun writing this one! I am such an Owen Joyner stan that all my ideas for imagines are for him! I would happily take requests or ideas from anyone and for any of the JATP characters or cast members! Also I would love some mutuals, anyways enjoy! xoxo

Warnings: None, just fluff!

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“You know, it does scare me that you just have your phone right above my face and you haven’t stopped staring at if for the last 20 minutes. What if your hand falls asleep and you drop it on my face?” You laugh as you hear the words escape from the boy who’s head is in your lap. 

You quickly lock your phone and set it beside you on the couch, making eye contact with the cute blue eyed boy who’s already looking up at you. Your free hand still running through his blonde locks. 

“Well Joyner, do you have a better idea of what to do? It’s about 20 degrees outside!” 

“I like when you call me Joyner.” That’s all you get back from Owen before he turns back and stares at the tv. He’s always making random comments and then quickly moving on to whatever else he pleases.

You’ve gotten used to days like this recently.  You met Owen a few months back, your family is from Canada and you were visiting them in their small Canadian town. One day they decided they wanted to show you Toronto, you’d never been and you thought it would be fun. You quickly feel in love with the city and never wanted to leave. 

You were actually visiting family because a month before you decided to switch to college online, feeling really lost and without a purpose so you thought some time with family in a place you always loved would do you good. Little did you know that you’d fall in love with Toronto and decide to stay until the New Year. And that’s when you met Mr. Owen Patrick Joyner. 

You were out one day, just a few days after you had finally settled into your apartment and decided it was a good idea to go for a walk to find some coffee. Well, you were wrong. It got dark way quicker than you expected and you had no clue where you were. 

You were wondering the streets until you saw a group of some guys and girls. They looked like they knew what they were doing or so you thought. You approached them asking for some help. 

When you got to them, you quickly realized they were all actually arguing over where to go. Before you could turn around to leave, they had already noticed you and all eyes were on you. 

Before you knew it, you were introduced to the whole group, Charlie, Jeremy, Carolynn, Madi, Savannah, Tori, and Owen, and they had you wrapped up in their argument and along for the ride before you could even blink twice. While trying to find where they were going and you lived, you came to find out you lived across the street from Owen and Charlie, the opposite apartment building. You were able to end the night making some new friends and safely in your new home.

You had hit it off with all of them, but something about Owen was special. You started spending their days off with them when they weren’t filming, had movie nights with them, and went to nights out with them as well. The whole time sparks flying between you and Owen. No one was shy to point it out either. 

It took about a month of hanging out every week and texting almost every day before Owen finally asked you out on a date. Now here you are almost 3 weeks later. 

He still hasn’t made a move yet either, it’s something you and Savannah constantly talk about. You don’t want to be too pushy about it but you were feeling frustrated. Every time it felt like it was the moment, that he would finally kiss you, something interrupted the moment or he was quick to turn and change subjects. 

The closest you guys got was this, his head in your lap with your fingers combing through his hair or your head on his chest while you guys cuddled up watching movies or hanging out. You did enjoy this of course but you couldn’t stop yourself from questioning why he hasn’t kissed you yet or made you guys official. 

“You look pretty cute when you got your face all scrunched up like that in thought, Y/N.” Yet again Owen pulls you from your thoughts, this time sitting up and facing you.

“What’s on that pretty little mind of yours?” 

“Oh, nothing really. Just kinda thinking about random things, ya know.” You say trying to brush the topic away. 

“Oooo what kind of random things?” He asks inquisitively, leaning forward to rest his head on his arm. 

“I was just thinking about when I first met the group, it’s been pretty great getting to know everyone. I feel pretty lucky.”

“Getting to know everyone? Or getting to know me?” He says with a wiggle of his eyebrows. 

“Ya know I was thinking more getting to know Savannah and Charlie. No one has ever met me on my level of pranks until them.” You say hoping to get a reaction out of him, especially because he was the last one you guys pranked. 

“Oh really? Just Charlie and Savannah?? Alright then.” He says going to turn away from you, but you grab his arm to keep him from doing it. 

“What can I say Joyner? They just get me!” You say laughing watching his face, you know he thought you would take it back or say something nice. 

Before you know it, he’s on top of you tickling every inch of you that he could get too. Shrieks start leaving your mouth, you couldn’t breathe from laughing so hard.

“O...O....OWENNN!! Stooooppp, I can’t breath.” You say laughing hard trying to shove his hands way. You get a quick swipe of his hands and he drops chest to chest losing his balance. 

You guys both breathing hard but not saying a word. Just straight up eye contact, a small smile graces both your lips. You feel him bring his hand up to brush your hair out of your face, he drops it slowly letting his fingers brush against your lips. You suck in a breath, looking back into his eyes. You can see him leaning in, his warm breath against your cheeks. 

Is this the moment? It’s finally going to happen? He’s finally going to make his move and kiss you. And then-

“Guys!!! It’s snowing look! It’s finally snowing!” Charlie comes yelling into the living room running full speed.  Startling both you and Owen, causing Owen to fall off the couch. 

You didn’t think twice, you ran right to the window next to Charlie jumping with giddy. You’d never seen snow before, you were born and raised in California. Instead of snow season, you got fire season.

You always wanted to see snow, you dreamed of it. It always looked so peaceful and magical, something about snow just always made you feel warm inside and you didn’t know why. 

“I appreciate the help and concern you guys.” Owen says sarcastically before joining the two of you at the window. He can’t help but smile when he sees the glimmer in your eyes looking at the snow. You had talked to him about snow before and how you always dreamed of seeing it. 

“You know Y/N, we could go outside and see it.” A giant smile graces your face and you look up at him. If his smile could get bigger in that moment it would because of the look on your face.

“Really? I know you’ve said you think it’s too cold…”

“I think your first time in the snow is a good enough reason to brave the cold! Let’s go get our sweaters on. Charlie you joining us?” Owen asks while grabbing your hand to take you to get your warm clothes on. 

“Nah dude, as much as I love the snow, I’ve seen it my whole life and I’m not really in the mood to get all bundled up.” Charlie says while waving to you guys going back to his room. 

You quickly get everything warm on you can, hoping the faster you moved, the faster Owen would so you could get outside. You’re almost running out there once you’re both ready.

As the doors open a giant gust of cold wind hits you, making you stop in your tracks. You look around at the snow. It’s falling from the sky, leaving little flakes in your hair and on your clothes. The ground is already covered in a layer of it. You can’t believe it’s real! Before you could take in the peacefulness of it any longer you’re hit upside the head with something cold. 

You turn to your side, seeing Owen facing you with a wide smile, laughing at the look on your face. He just threw a snowball at you and before you could get over it, he threw another one at you, laughing! He’s quick to start grabbing more snow.

“Oh it’s on Joyner.” You laugh while collecting up snow. You launch what one would call a pathetic snowball in his direction. He laughs at your attempt before hitting you head on with another one. 

You laugh some more while trying to get a better snowball together. This time with the launch of your arm, it hits Owen right in the face. The look he makes could make you pee from laughing so hard. 

“You’re gonna be sorry for that one Y/N!” He says laughing whole running in your direction. 

You let out a shriek and start running away from him. You can hear his laughing and his feet behind you. You may be fast but he just so happens to be faster. You can feel his hands grab onto the back of your jacket. 

You’re quick to turn, trying to loosen his grip on you. Instead of freeing yourself, you lose your balance knocking into Owen. You close your eyes waiting for the impact of the fall but instead you make impact with a puffy chest. 

You open your eyes to see that you not only lost your balance but made Owen lose his as well. You landed right on his chest, face to face for the second time today. Belly laughs leaving from the both of you.

He looks so beautiful. His cheeks and nose just slightly pinker then usual because of the cold, he has snowflakes that got tangled up in his eyelashes, and the blue of his eyes just look that much bluer due to the bright lighting of the snow. You can’t help but stare into them, as your laugh dies off. Not knowing that he’s thinking the exact same thing as you, he thought you never looked prettier than you did in this moment right now. 

“Hi.” He says looking up at you, breaking the silence.

“Oh hello Joyner.” You say with a small laugh, going to lift yourself up from his body.

Before you could lift yourself up, you feel his arms tighten around your waist, keeping you in place and his lips on yours. Yours eyes widen at the contact, but slowly drop as your lips start to move in sync together. He has your bottom lip between his two, and nothing has ever felt as perfect as his lips on yours. 

You slowly pull apart, but leave two small pecks on each other’s lips before you do. The kiss leaves you breathless and with butterflies in your stomach. 

“Be my girlfriend.” You hear him say.

“I’m sorry what?” 

“You heard me, be my girlfriend! I’ve been waiting so long to do that and now I want you to be my girlfriend not that I didn’t want you to be my girlfriend before but I was just nervous because I suck at making moves and I-“ 

You cut off his nervous rambling with your lips on his. This time you feel his lips melt into yours. You can’t help but let a big smile take over your face, you’ve been waiting what feels like forever for this and you can’t believe it’s here. Owen looks up at you mimicking your smile. 

“I’ll take that as a yes?” He asks you while laughing. 

You nod your head yes enthusiastically, almost too enthusiastic. At the motion Owen is quick to pull you in for another kiss. 

He pulls away and you almost feel bare from not having his lips on yours. You’re also suddenly colder than you remember being, a shiver taking over your whole body. Owen noticing, he’s quick to push you off and help you get up. 

He grabs your hand and starts to lead you back into the apartment to escape the cold. 

“Wait...” You say and he turns to look at you to give you a questioning look. 

You pull him a little closer and stand on your toes to reach up to him. You press your lips against his, taking in the feeling of his lips and the snow falling around you. Nothing has ever felt more perfect. 

“I just wanted to do that one last time.” You say with a smile. Owen smiles down at you, squeezing your hips before leading you inside. 

You make your way inside thinking today’s firsts could have not been more perfect. Maybe snow was just as magical as you always thought it was.