#greg give us the content

[sweetoneiros]

i don’t know if my beloved @theoryofwhatnow ever posted this on here so i’m gonna share it.

pardon the quality - i did try to enhance it, but it made the audio go janky so just left as is.

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[weewoobrainrot]

my favourite dorks <3

[gregorygerwitz]

Hurt/comfort prompt number 10 (“it’s okay to cry, you know.”) for Scream AU ❤️❤️❤️😱

10. "It's okay to cry, you know."

Mouse was glaring at the door, his leg bouncing while he fought the urge to pick at the nails of his fingers. Maybe it was unreasonable, half expecting to see that mask again in some hospital hallway, coming to finish them all off while they were together and in one easy to find spot. He wouldn't put it past them, whoever was behind it this time, to figure out where they were and strike while they were vulnerable. That was what any rational person would do - then again, in his experience, the people behind those masks weren't exactly rational.

Still, he took up the same role he'd had when he was a teenager. Guard the door, make sure no one got through but the police they trusted, don't let anyone get close enough to Jay or Hailey to hurt them again. He'd done it before, and he could do it again, even if he couldn't be armed.

The sound of a chair scraping over the laminated tile floor made him look over. Hailey was perched by the edge of the bed, doing her best to avoid getting in the way of the wires and monitors set up nearby. One hand was clinging to one of Jay's, too still even with the reassurance from multiple doctors that surgery went well and he was stable, just resting and healing from what happened that afternoon. No one should have gotten close enough to touch him, let alone do as much damage as they did, and Mouse had to bite his tongue to keep from saying as much out loud - again.

He didn't think his frustration and fear was that obvious, but he wasn't stupid, either. Hailey watched him for too long, met his gaze in that steady, knowing way she always did, even when Jay didn't notice or chose to ignore any bumps in the road. She always looked too closely, noticed the little details he tried to cover up. She probably knew exactly what he'd been up to the night of the attack on those poor teenagers, and was too polite to call him out on it. Maybe, if she had, things wouldn't have gotten as bad as they did. They could have been working together before this happened, instead of being so on edge and suspicious of each other.

"You look tired." The words came in a whisper, gentle and worried, as if there weren't a million more important things to concern herself with right there in the room. "When's the last time you slept?"

Mouse frowned while he stopped, thinking about the question and what the truthful answer actually was. There had been too much going on, too many thoughts inside his head, too many familiar images whenever he closed his eyes for as long as a blink. That wasn't a good sign, and he knew it, but it didn't feel relevant. He would have plenty of time to sleep when this was all over. "Jay is the one who got stabbed today. Worry about him, not me."

"You're doing what you did last time." She wasn't as careful, then, her words firmer. The worry was still there, but time had passed. They weren't the same scared teenagers they used to be. They had grown up. It was just more obvious in her. "You're putting on this brave face like you're our last line of defense against this guy, like all of this falls on your shoulders. It doesn't. And when you did it fifteen years ago, it broke you. And it almost got you killed."

"Hailey, I'm fi-"

"It's okay to cry, you know. It's okay to be scared and show it. This is... terrifying. We never thought we'd have to do this again, but we do. And you're allowed to be affected by it. None of us want to lose another friend, and I refuse to be the one to tell Jay that we lost you when he wakes up."

Maybe she was right, but old habits were too easy to fall back into. There was a time to cry, and a time to be scared, and this wasn't the time for either one.

[ hurt/comfort prompts ]

[delfiore]

—THE HAPPIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD.

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

synopsis: your ex-girlfriend is a drunken mess at a college party and the only person her friends think to call is you.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: extensive talk of vomit, mentions of ghostface attack

Your phone blared in your ears like some kind of end-of-the-world siren. Groaning, you lifted your head from your laptop on the desk and answered the call. Mindy’s voice sounded in a panic as you caught a glimpse of the time, 11:46pm.

“Y/N, we need you at Greg’s party. Tara is literally blacked-out drunk and she’s like throwing up non-stop, and we don’t know what to do. She won’t let us take her home and—”

“Woah, woah, woah, slow down,” you felt the oncoming headache in your temple. Your hazy mind began to spiral.

Mindy had been gracious enough to allow you space after the breakup. You were a part of the friend group but chose to distance yourself afterward, but Mindy and Anika were the ones you still talk to occasionally. Sometimes the way they bounced between you and Tara made you feel like the divorced parent hanging out with your kids every two weeks.

“I’m studying for finals.” You rubbed your eyes.

“Please, Y/N. She won’t budge. If it weren’t this dire, you know I wouldn’t call you.”

You knew it was true, but it’s only been two months.

News of the party had been bubbling around campus for a few weeks now. Everyone has been talking about Greg Hansen’s end-of-semester party, even if you weren’t coming, the gossip was what kept it alive. Even more so when it was a party thrown by someone from your major; you were always hearing about it. So you also knew where it was.

When you arrived, you couldn’t be more appalled by the concoction of weed, sweat, and beer wafting in your face the moment you walked through the door. In the corner of the living room was Greg Hansen, chugging beer from a tube as his henchmen hyped him up, being the life of the party as always. But you needed to find Mindy and, eventually, Tara.

You texted an ‘I’m here’ to Mindy and looked around for any sign of a familiar face when a hand clasped around your shoulder. Turning around in fright, you relaxed when you realized it was Chad.

“She’s in the bathroom. This way, come on.”

Mindy couldn’t answer your text because she and Anika were busy holding back Tara’s hair as she was emptying the contents of her stomach. Sure you’ve seen how bad Tara can be after parties. but never this bad.

“Good, you’re here.” Mindy turned around, relieved. “We need to leave, now.”

A groan escaped the raven-haired girl’s mouth as she sat back against the bathtub. It was then that you got a good look at her face, the first time you did in months. Suddenly it felt hard to breathe.

“Tara, come on. I’m taking you home,” you said.

Her eyes opened slowly. They were glazed over, but there was a moment where her eyes met yours and you thought she had sobered up, but soon after she pulled herself upright, groaning again before staggering out of the bathroom.

“Tara, where are you going, man?” Chad asked, dejected.

She didn’t respond.

Without an answer, she found the near bottle, not caring what its content was, and felt for an empty red solo cup.

You scoffed and took the cup from her. “I think you’ve had enough, don’t you think?”

“I don’t care what you think. Give it back.” Tara protested and reached for the cup in your hand, which you have extended far beyond her reach, the other arm pushing against her. Her frustration was apparent as she shoved you aside with a cry. “Get the fuck away from me!”

“Tara, enough.”

She held your gaze like there was fire in her eyes. Her lips wobbled, as she looked back at her friends behind you with a betraying look. You knew you had won from the way she pulled her arm away from you roughly, and looked out at the ground like a scolded child.

“I’m taking you home.” Your voice softened and gestured towards the door. Tara staggered towards the exit but crumbled against a wall like a piece of paper. You quickly grasped her hand to support her, but she swatted your hand away and made her way outside herself.

You sighed and turned towards the Meeks-Martin twins. “We’ll be okay. You guys can stay if you want.” The twins looked at each other and shrugged before going their separate ways back into the party.

You found her on the lawn, squatting on the ground and groaning.

“Come on, don’t be stubborn.” You rolled your eyes and tapped your foot impatiently. “I was in the middle of revision.”

It was a weird sight, seeing her in the passenger seat of your car again after you had made it your mission to get rid of everything inside that reminded you of her; a half-drunken water bottle in the door compartment, a few hair ties in the cup holder, her forgotten sunglasses in the glove compartment. You had thrown all of it away before proceeding to have a mental breakdown in the driver’s seat.

“Jesus, who the fuck puts the seat so far back?” You heard the girl next to you mutter, as she scrambled to pull the seat forward.

You looked out your window to hide the grin that made its way onto your lips. Tara was smaller than your average passenger, and that seat hadn’t been seen so far up in a while.

“Can I go now?” You said mockingly.

“Yes,” you heard her mumble into the window, propping her face on her hand.

The ride back to her apartment was mostly silent, except for the handful of times you heard quiet gags next to you, to which you grimaced and handed her a plastic bag you found lying around.

“Please don’t barf in my car. I don’t think I can forgive you for that.”

At a red stop, you grabbed your phone to check the time; 12:16am. You felt her eyes on you, her inebriated, yet dreamy eyes, that you knew if you looked you wouldn’t be able to look away. Try as you might, you couldn’t resist. Her body was shifted so that her head was resting against the window and her legs pressed against her chest. But what made your breath hitch was the way those eyes were trained on you. There wasn’t any sign of that hatred or fury or whatever she felt that was spilling out of her with the alcohol; with her bangs tousled over half her face and hooded eyelids like this, Tara just looked lost and defeated, and in need of a kiss.

She always looked like this, in need of cuddles and kisses, after parties and you were always ready to take care of her.

The red light on her face shifted to green, and you quickly pressed the gas pedal to bring her back home, then you could go back home, and everything would be back to the way it was.

You’d be happily carrying on with your life without Tara in it.

Despite rejecting your help earlier, she did end up needing it when both of you dragged each other up the stairs (you more than her) to her apartment. The light in the hallway was off, which meant her sister wasn’t home.

You tried to set her down gently, but she threw herself onto the bed like a body bag, face-first.

You called her name once, twice.

“Huh?”

“Are you gonna sleep in that?”

“Uh-huh.”

“In a full face of makeup too?”

No reply. You shook your head and pulled her sitting up, and shed her jacket.

But she was still looking at you, the way she did in the car. You sat there, dumbfounded.

You had to go, revision was waiting.

“Wait,” she said, grasping your hand.

You refused to look at her.

She sounded like she didn’t know what she wanted from you either. There were noises of hesitancy coming out of her mouth, but nothing to convince you.

Until she said, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t.”

“I’m sorry,” she pressed.

“No,” you shook your head, and tried to leave, but she had grasped your arm desperately.

“Wait, please.”

You were grateful for the dark room, because you were sure you had tears in your eyes.

“I was scared that they’d hurt you. I thought you’d be safe away from me.”

You shook your head. “No, no. You can’t do this. I was just getting over you.”

Your pleas fell on deaf ears, as she tilted your face to her, resting her forehead on yours.

“Kiss me,” she whispered.

“Tara, please.”

She cupped your cheeks softly. You could smell the alcohol in her breath when she leaned in. You couldn’t stop it—you’d be the biggest criminal if you did—when her lips tasted so sweet.

Tara sighed, and pressed her body flushed against yours.

You remembered the night you were kissing her, just like this, when the attack came. You just wanted to protect her, to keep her behind you in case the masked killer got to her, but the next moment there was just so much blood. You were told you almost flatlined twice. Tara thought that was enough and ended things.

“You told me that I was a liability,” you said quietly.

“You know I didn’t mean that. I just thought it’d be easier for you . . .” Tara shook her head. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You thought you were imagining her saying it, but she might as well have without the accountability of sobriety. Tara Carpenter apologizing, now that’s a sight to see.

In the midst of the haze, she had pulled you on top of her on the bed, still kissing you like her life depended it.

“Tara,” you pulled away, your chest heaving against her. Sitting back up, you let out a shaky breath.

She was watching you with those doe eyes, her fingers finding their way between yours.

“Will you tell me all of this when you’re sober?” You asked, but you knew what the answer was.

“Yeah,” you breathed out. That’s what I thought.

You kissed her forehead softly and left without another word.

Tara Carpenter, as much as she vehemently denies it, was still very much haunted by her past. As much as you loved her, you wouldn’t let yourself be dragged down that rabbit hole, not again.

It might have started raining. You couldn’t quite tell because the streets were already glossy from the blur of your tears.

[hippiegoth97]

Random Eddie Thought #3

Life has been kicking my ass lately, so here's a lil something.

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: smut, swearing, crying, angst, stress, fem!reader, no use of y/n, established relationship, kissing, groping, lead up to oral sex

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Stress. Such an ugly word. One most try to avoid like the plague. People will try anything to eliminate it from their lives entirely. Meditation, yoga, dietary supplements, exercise, vacations, spa treatments, the list is endless. Anything to knock out what's been long known as the 'silent killer'.

You, on the other hand, typically choose to suffer through it. The headaches, the short temper, neglecting to eat or sleep as much as you should. You punish yourself, letting a bee buzz around angrily in your bonnet for days on end. Until Eddie inevitably has enough and decides to step in.

"That's the fifth time you've sighed in two minutes, sweetheart. What's wrong?" Eddie asks, setting down his book as he's been set back to the top of the page every time you've made the sound.

"Nothing." You sigh again, crossing your arms as you try (and fail) to focus on the sitcom on TV.

"Oh, just some new breathing exercise you're trying out, then?" He jokes poorly, in an attempt to get a smile out of you. But all he receives is a roll of your eyes from the opposite end of the couch. The fact that you aren't all snuggled up to him like usual should've been the first sign. You're in a mood. Eddie closes his book entirely, bouncing down along the couch until his thigh meets yours. "Baby, c'mon. Talk to me." He says, nudging you with his shoulder.

"I'm fine, Eds. Don't worry about it." You reply, not feeling very talkative at the moment. You're tired, and overwhelmed. Life has been feeling extra hard lately, in every respect. Work has been a mess, your boss acting like more of an asshole then usual. Your parents keep getting on your case about moving out, and about 'settling down'. No matter what you say or do, they pretend to hear you out and then say they know what's best. And everywhere you turn, things keep going wrong. You burn your breakfast, your favorite pair of shoes gives out on you, your car won't start, you miss your alarm, you drop your cup of coffee the second after you've poured it. Anything resembling even a minor inconvenience has happened to you in the last week. And it's all been building to a pulsing, frustrating head.

"Angel, I just wanna help you. We've both been so busy this week, I want us to enjoy our weekend together. What's wrong?" Eddie presses, putting a hand on your thigh.

"EVERYTHING! Okay?!" And the tension finally explodes, a slew of lava bursting from your lips. You shout, louder than you ever have before in your life. "Greg has been on my ass about every little thing at the shop! My parents won't leave me the hell alone! And everything else just keeps—" Your breath catches as the fury turns to tears. "...going wrong!" You sob, continuing to babble about all the bad things, though Eddie can barely make out a word.

"Hey, hey..." Eddie coos, gently grabbing the sides of your face as you keep crying and letting out unintelligible sounds. "Baby..." He presses a kiss to your forehead. "Shh, just slow down..." He continues, the feel of his soft lips on your skin gradually relaxing you. Your cries quiet down, though your chest still shudders and thuds in distress. "I'm right here, sweetheart. Not goin' anywhere." He kisses your cheeks, your hands reaching up to lay over his own. Your watery, red eyes meet his gorgeous brown ones, tears rapidly drying on your face. "There's my girl." Eddie smiles, giving you one last kiss on the lips.

"Mm." You melt into him instantly, your hands migrating to tangle in his thick curls. You turn your body towards him, and he effortlessly leads you to lie down. Your head meets one of the lumpy throw pillows, and your legs spread to allow Eddie to slot between them.

"My poor angel. Been workin' so hard, dealing with so much, hm?" He says darkly as his lips part ways from yours.

"Yeah." You nearly whisper, enamored by the lust and adoration in his eyes as he peers down at you.

"Sounds like you need a special kind of stress relief, sweetheart. And I have just the thing." Eddie grins, lowering his head to plant blazing kisses on your neck.

"Eddie..." You sigh blissfully as his teeth and tongue come out to play on your tender flesh.

"My name has never sounded better than it does coming from your pretty lips, baby." He compliments, his hands gently tugging at the hem of your shirt. You lift yourself up a little to let him take it off, revealing your tits to him once it's tossed away. You never wear a bra when you aren't working, much to Eddie's delight. He massages your breasts in his large palms, the chill of his rings making your flesh pebble in excitement.

"Fuck, baby." You moan softly, savoring the way his calloused thumbs rub across your nipples. Your back arches, as if to offer your body to him. He accepts, though not in the way you expect. His mouth meets the valley of your breasts, kissing your skin in the most tender way. He slowly, purposefully travels down toward the waistband of your shorts. Warm presses of his mouth meet every inch along the way, setting a low-burning fire in your belly.

Eddie lifts his head once he meets the thin fabric. "Now, I want you to relax..." He says confidently, pulling your shorts down your thighs to join your top on the floor. He spreads your legs apart, tenting them at the knees. "...and tell me all about what's been bothering you." He positions himself right at your center, finding your beautiful pussy glistening in the low light of his living room. His large hands grip your thighs, and he glances at you one last time with a deep hunger in his pupils. "I'm listening."

[tomssexdoll]

omgg write a fluff w tom/ bill where him and the reader are high outta their minds that would lowk be hilarious it could also be a little smutty in the end 👀

HAHAHA YESSS

Stoned

PAIRINGS: Tom 2007 x Female reader CONTENT: FLUFF + SMUT (just a bit) SYPNOSIS: Y/N and Tom are high as FUCK, they are friends and she comes over to his house to try this "new" thing he has. She assumes it's some sort of drug or weird guitar solo, they watch movies, cuddle and at the end get a lil bit freaky... A/N: haven't been high in over a year so don't bash me if i get the feeling wrong, it's from what i remember lmao WARNINGS: teasing, kissing, drug use (weed)

Me and Tom have been best friends for over 10 years, he has been my rock, supporting me through everything. He never changed, always hanging out with me, showing me off to new friends. He was amazing.

One day he called me and said he had something to show me, something "new" he wanted to try out with me. I immediately knew it was a drug or a weird guitar solo, he is full of surprises I guess.

I got into my car and started to drive to his house, wondering what stupid thing was going to consume my day.

I arrived eventually and greeted Tom, hugging him tightly and walking inside, sitting in his room. He came in with a little baggie of what looked like weed, he handed it to me and I sighed "Tom this is a lot of weed, do you plan to smoke it all tonight?" he chuckled "no of course not, if we like it we can try it again at the party next week" he rummaged through his draws, pulling out a small black bong, decorated with skulls.

"Wowww real edgy" I rolled my eyes playfully, he laughed and slapped my arm playfully "shut up it was on sale, i'm not spending 50 fucking dollars for a small bong."

I stood up and grabbed the grinder that went with is, putting the bud in there and grinding it down, once it was finished I grabbed the bong, packing some of the weed in there.

"Wow you really know how to do this huh?" he smirked, admiring what I did. "Well my brother smokes and it's not like I haven't done it before so.." I shrugged and grabbed the lighter, sparking it and hovering the flame over the bud, sucking in the smoke. (did i just give you guys a tutorial..)

I inhaled it, feeling it burn the back of my throat but in a nice way, a familiar feeling to when I smoked cigarettes. "Fuck..that's some good shit..where did you get it from" I blew the smoke out, starting to get the effects already.

My head a bit woozy, eyes drooping ever so slightly and everything becoming a bit more brighter. I looked back at Tom, finishing the rest of the cone, the way he threw his head back when inhaling was so sexy..the way his lips slightly parted and his eyes slowly shut.

"I got it from Greg, you know, Janes older brother" he looked back at me, blowing out the smoke as well. "Oh.." I said slowly "well it's not dodgy weed I'll tell you that" I giggled.

Everything was a bit slower, my talking, movements. It felt wonderful, like I was as light as a feather.

"Let's have some more, cmon" he scooted closer to me and we had 3 more cones each, it was hitting hard now, things were much more slower, I looked down at my hands and they were slightly out of focus, like I had 4 hands.

I got up from his bed and grabbed his hand, going towards the kitchen and raiding his pantry, grabbing all the snacks I could find and a few cans of soda. I sat down and dropped everything onto the coffee table, laying down next to him, resting my head on his lap, "should we order pizza.." he mumbled, I nodded slowly and grabbed my phone, dialing the store and ordering 2 large pizzas, one cheese and one meat lovers.

"Fuck..we are gonna feast" he chuckled, his eyes super red and droopy, I smiled and picked a movie to watch.

After 45 minutes our pizza FINALLY ARRIVED. I ran to the door and quickly gave the pizza guy the cash, slamming the door and almost tripping trying to get back to the couch, "fuck!" I yelped, Tom just laughed and grabbed one of the boxes, stuffing his face with pizza.

"Mmm...so good" he groaned, I grabbed a slice and ate it, savouring the taste "has pizza ever tasted this good?" I said, it was like they put magic into it, usually pizza was mid but this time it was amazing. Our movie was ending soon, we picked a horror, which was kinda dumb because we were so high.

I sat up and held him tightly at the suspense, screaming and hiding my face into his arm when the jumpscare popped up "jesus" he chuckled "it wasn't that bad" I rolled my eyes and softly shoved him "shut up..wasn't even scary.." I mumbled

By the time we had finished 3 movies everything was DEVOURED. We decided to chill for a bit, have a talk and enjoy each others company. I layed down on the couch and he spooned me from behind, holding me close.

Usually we'd always cuddle, it was never weird to us but this time, the tension was super high. Not even in a bad way, it's like the air was thicker...the way his arms were wrapped around me and his face pressed softly on the top of my head made me feel some kind of way.

I turned around and looked up at him, it's like in that moment, we were the only people alive. His eyes washed over with desire and love, surprising me. "You know, you are so beautiful y/n, you're the most beautiful girl i've ever seen" he smiled softly, brushing a hair away from my face.

"Yeah whatever, I'm sure you tell every girl you hook up with that.." I rolled my eyes, secretly enjoying the praise. "No, y/n..I mean it, you are so beautiful" he leaned closer, our lips basically inches away.

"Tom..." my breathing hitched slightly, searching his eyes for deciet but all I saw was sincerity, love and compassion, I smiled softly, blush creeping onto my cheeks.

"I want to kiss you.." he whispered, his breath hot on my lips.

"ok pizza breath.." I giggled and leaned in, kissing him gently. He kissed back, wrapping his hand around to the back of my head and pulling me closer, locking our lips into a passionate embrace. His kisses got more urgent, his erection becoming prominent in his pants, pressing up against my leg.

"See how you make me feel? You drive me crazy" he moaned against my lips, slipping his tongue in my mouth. I reached my hand down and softly palmed his clothed cock, making him groan softly.

His hands snaked down to my waist, then to my ass, squeezing it softly. Then, his hand came back up, slipping under my shirt and grabbing my breasts, rubbing his thumb over my nipple, sending shivers down my spine.

I had grabbed one of his shirts earlier, removing my bra since you weren't able to see much anyway, it was getting a bit hot so I changed my outfit.

"My shirt looks so good on you..might have to fuck you in it" he mumbled, grinning widely.

I chuckled "we'll see about that", I rolled us over, flipping me on top of him, deepening the kiss.

[rosenotactuallyquartz]

“don’t break this one”

sensitive subject matter, as this is a very sad headcanon, although it has warm pearlrose content of course. details about rose’s death & abuse trauma. i’ll compensate with some fluff tomorrow.

throughout her pregnancy, rose was weakening. pearl took care of her constantly, all the time. however, in the last few days, just before her gem became steven's, rose’s energy was almost gone & she was in unimaginable pain. it felt worse than having a crack, it was as if she was being pulled away from her own gem. and really, she was. feeling so ill made her very irrational & “out of it,” her mind clouded with anxiety & old memories.

one memory haunted her more than any other. it was the time when she unintentionally hurt a pearl on homeworld, one who she wanted to be best friends with, just because she had been standing too close when she screamed. rose never forgave herself for that.

her abuser’s voice always taunted her at the back of her mind. “please stop helping them, you’ll only make things worse. that’s what you do.” “you’ll never change.” “you’re deceiving yourself.” “i’m always right.”

she took the pearl away so quickly after that incident. rose never got to apologize & white used it as evidence that she destroyed everything she touched. still, she found herself face to face with a new pearl. well not just a pearl. she couldn’t have known she was meeting the love of her life.

and in that moment, white smirked and said:

“don’t break this one.”

she never did. ultimately, they escaped from that terrible environment & they became individuals. they fell in love as individuals. they weren’t a pearl & a diamond anymore, they were two people who could choose to love each other and live together. pearl grew in a way that rose admired, but white’s voice always haunted rose & she never saw growth in herself.

on the night of steven’s birth, pearl & greg prepared to be in the room with rose.

rose, in more pain than she'd ever felt, not even when she was poofed, feared that anything could happen. she knew she would scream during steven's birth & had a deep, almost irrational fear that her screams could hurt pearl, like they hurt volleyball.

without being able to give much reason, she only let greg into the room with her.

pearl was confused & she almost seemed angry, but she didn’t want to start an argument in rose’s last moments. so, she gave her a sad smile & said, “are you sure you don’t want me in there?”

rose simply kissed pearl, interlaced their fingers one last time, and whispered,

“i’m sorry. just trust me, my pearl. you’re everything to me, i love you.”

this is part of the reason why pearl is so confused about rose's death. there was not much closure because it required a longer story and for once, pearl + rose had limited time.

for awhile, pearl is convinced that even if rose loved her, she must have loved someone else more. she chose greg to be in the room with her at the time of her death. so unusual & odd & too quick to process, as the past four years had been. pearl was always by rose’s side at every moment, especially the most vulnerable ones. heck, she knew secrets no one else knew about!

as time goes on, she slowly learns just how much rose was in love with her. rose made me feel like i was everything, both of you, you swept her off her feet. still, there are a few things she struggles to understand.

one day, she meets volleyball. she learns about pink’s screams, her destructive powers. “i just so happened to be standing close by.”

when pearl is alone later on, she remembers the night of rose’s death. hearing rose’s cries of pain from afar.

she also remembers how careful pink was with her when they first met. she seemed almost scared of pearl.

she wasn’t. she was scared of herself.

the next day, pearl asks greg about her death. he says that she did seem worried about him; he couldn’t be too close to her and she was very concentrated on her surroundings. logically, pearl knows that humans are different. they don’t crack or shatter. their injuries are softer, flesh & bone, not fragile light. so, she’d be less worried about him. he also confirms that no, the walls didn’t crack & nothing visibly broke when she gave up her form.

but greg mentions something else: in her very seconds, rose covered her face & cried. it wasn’t from physical pain, he says, but something else. it seemed like regret. by that point, she could no longer speak. he never brought it up before because he never understood it—and because, in truth, he didn’t want to remember it.

now, it makes sense.

in those final moments, rose didn’t keep pearl out of the room because she was choosing someone over her.

she was trying to protect her.

even as she was dying, she was worried about pearl. and when she cried, maybe it was because she realized white was wrong—she wouldn’t break her, pearl would have been okay.

rose loved & trusted pearl deeply and she was so afraid of pearl questioning this, all because rose couldn’t love & trust herself.

that night, pearl takes rose’s favourite blanket and wraps herself in it, embraced by rose’s comfort. it still smells like her.

she whispers softly,

“it’s okay, sweetheart. i understand now. and i love you, too. i always will.”

[lovezbrownies]

Yandere!Chief of Police.

Character: Grim Ludenhart, 32, male, 199 cm/ 6'5 ft.

Pretty mild tbh, not too yandere but there is a future work containing your life with him after where it will be darker hopefully. also my ass did not read through this so whatever mistakes i made please ignore them thanks!

Minors DNI!!

Word count: 1725 words.

Content warning: Lying??, obsession, stalking, abuse of power, age gap (5 years- darling: 27, Grim: 32), implications of criminal activity.

Grim isn’t one for love, even the thought of it was unappealing for a while. Up until he met you. Grim was known to be a stoic man, however stoic he can be he was still extremely approachable. Ironically, Grim doesn’t care for anyone aside from his family. Grim would be less popular if these nobles knew what he actually thought of them, due to his job as Chief of Police, he and the rest of the Board of Chiefs of Xelera are required to attend every event and ball that Queen Nia hosts. Although Grim hates Queen Nia’s events he also likes to attend other events that nobles would host and invite him. He only ever goes there to make sure unnecessarily rich bastards keep up their support of the Police, as well as to maintain a good reputation among the nobles, he needs their support for whenever someone dares threaten his position.

All in all, Grim despises the nobles he’s constantly surrounded by, including the nobles he’d publicly called his friends. Which would be why he found himself here, in a tiny bar, sitting in a tiny booth, his real friends around him, all being middle class “peasants”. He liked it here, he can be the small town boy again with these people. ‘’So he cornered me, and mind you he’s doing all of this over a cake! He goes ‘Well, Grim, good to see you! Uh, you got that cake recipe written down yet?’ Blah blah, this man wouldn’t stop yappin’ i had half a mind to smack him right then and there and tell him my ma made it for me!” A roar of laughter goes off, as the laughing dies down Grim flags down a busser working at the bar. He couldn’t see them all that clearly but who cares, he’s just going to pay and leave after all.

Well, he did care, and so did his buddies as they witnessed Grim become awestruck as he talks with the server, an attractive young thing, possibly mid twenties. “Hello! My name is Y/n, is there anything I can help you with?” They greeted the table with a warm smile, a notepad in hand, waiting to be given orders to fulfill. Grim, awestruck, sat quite for a second before collecting himself when one of the guys he’s sitting next to nudged him. ‘’Ahem, yes, can I pay my bill please? Bill’s name under Greg Hart.” Grim cringed, wishing he hadn’t made up a fake name in this bar, if only he knew there was love around the corner. ‘Ah, giving your fake name to the gorgeous busser, how absolutely romantic!’ Grim chastised himself silently.

You nodded, smile as warm as the summer sun, ‘’Alrighty, I’ll get you your bill, does anyone need anything else however?” Your pretty eyes sadly cut contact with Grim to look at the rest of the table, while Grim had been completely fixated on you, even as you left he couldn’t get his eyes off you, the way your hips move, the way you swiftly move about the tables littered around the bar, the way you lean into the bar counter, the way your head tilts as you presumably ask for a Greg Hart’s check. Grim’s train of thought was caught off as the guy next to him threw their arm around Grim. “Well, looks like Grim isn’t interested in us anymore!” The group laughs heartily and Grim chuckles in embarrassment. 

Grim’s been a regular at that particular downtown bar since he’s started Cadet School, which would be now be 14 years ago, as soon as he turned 18 he had applied and gotten accepted. And out of those 14 years, the bar only just started getting better when you started working there. Grim had studied your schedule as well as he could, what shifts you had, whether you were closing or opening on a particular day. He knows everything about you, seriously, when he went to work the next day he managed to find your information after skimming through numerous pictures of other Y/Ns who were not you. Grim isn’t a slacker, so he sent over all of your records to his personal laptop to look at when he gets back home. And oh boy did he look! Grim didn’t leave a single record unread, spending hours going through your school records, your medical records, every job you’ve had, he learnt your family’s history entirely, safe to say he unfortunately missed out on seeing you that day at the bar.

Grim doesn’t like going to the bar during the weekdays because his job has always been top priority, yet here he was, chatting you up on a tuesday, the bar mostly empty as you two talk about everything and anything that comes to mind. At some points you’d get interrupted by another patron requesting help, and when that happens Grim liked to glare at them as hard as he could, eventually most regulars learnt to ask for whatever drink they want at the bar itself. Your boss also tried to lecture you on how you’ve barely been doing your job but one look from Grim had them scurrying away. 

He hates the fact you call him ‘’Greg’’, he has been chatting with you for 4 weeks now, although it really is his fault he couldn’t come up with a way to tell you that he gave you a fake name and he is actually a fearsome chief. Don’t get me wrong he has a spectacular reputation, he makes sure to have the people’s best interest at heart, but he doesn’t exactly look friendly, a tired set of lifeless eyes paired with lips that never smile has made people fear meeting him. But that’s okay! You know him now after all, you’ve seen him smile, his eyes still look tired but at least they have light in them now! Maybe you’d be open to him if he told you the truth, maybe you’d love him more if you knew about how much power he has! So, as charmingly as he could, asked if you’d like to come home with him after your shift, you know as friends obviously!

And you, charmed and ever so slowly falling for your favorite regular you agreed to his proposal, what you didn’t expect was finding out your regular was actually a chief, and the Chief of Police no less! You did freak out a little but Gre- Grim had calmed you down, told you he liked you and liked how you acted around him, “You are so cute, why would I keep coming to the bar and talk with you only if I found you disrespectful, hm?” Grim smirked at you, moving from the stove to you, standing to your left he leaned a closer to you, you were seated on his kitchen counter while he was cooking up something, you still weren’t sure what he was making but it was probably good.

You shrug, equally leaning closer to him, “Hm, dunno maybe you wanna eat me or something?” Grim chuckled lightly, a handsome grin on his face as he stared into your eyes, and by heavens was he gorgeous. His gray eyes twinkled under the ambient lights in his kitchen, his eyebags suit him so well it was almost unfair how much they made him even more attractive. “If I wanted to eat you, I would’ve already done so, dear.~” Grim’s voice was soft and smooth, masculine and deep, and oh so alluring. His head tilted slightly to the side, causing his hair to flop as well. You’ve always had this urge to touch his hair, to run your hands through it and put it in various different hairstyles, and so taking your chances you raised your hands up off of the kitchen counter and ran your fingers through his hair. Grim leaned into you, humming he closed his eyes, he seemed so serene like this, and his hair is so soft.

You sat there for a minute or so, just appreciating the man in front of you, still caressing his hair, his eyes closed, it seemed like he was so close to purring like a kitty, “I don’t think I’d mind it if you ate me, at least I’m being eaten by someone I like.” You hummed out quietly, yet this nice moment was cut short by him snapping his eyes open, grabbing the hand caressing his hair he brought it down, a little close to his face, which right now seemed a little pinkier than usual. “Y-you like me?” Your surprise was cut short, you laughed leaning into his shoulder.

 “Of course I do! Haven’t you noticed yet? Thought you were smart sir, Chief of Police!”  Still leaning into his shoulder you turned your head to have a better look at Grim, and quite frankly seeing him this flustered after watching so many interviews and speeches with Grim being completely expressionless was pure gold. Grim was staring at you, eyes wide but not meeting your own, eyebrows straight up, cheeks pink, and mouth slightly agape. You try to take your hand back so you can caress his hair again, but his grip tightens, seemingly getting out of his trance, Grim collects himself, he looks straight into your eyes, his eyes tender with love, he smiles gingerly, though his cheeks are still pink, it seems he’s gained enough courage to speak now.

Grim shrugged your head off his shoulder, cupping your face with his free hand Grim leaned into you, your foreheads now touching. Grim stares at you, looking deep into your eyes with such love it’s making you feel all types of flustered. “I hope you know I’ve never believed in love at first sight until I saw you, I- Can I kiss you?” Grim’s soft and honeyed words have you completely wrapped around his pinkie, he has now completely captivated your heart. You smile, nodding, mentally begging him to make the move, make you his. Little did you know that the moment he captured your lips onto his own you will forever be his, never being let go, and let’s just hope you don’t find out the things he has done and will do to make sure you stay his.

also bonus image :3

[trek-tracks]

Hello! I got a whole shelf of old Star Trek novels from a yard sale and I'm deciding which to read first. Unfortunately none of them are D. Duane. Can you tell me what other Trek novels/authors you've enjoyed?

At the moment, I have far more trek books than I've actually read, partially because I have no self-control when it comes to acquiring them, partially because, when I started to mine them for blog content, reading them started to feel like homework (I thought I put marking pages with tabs behind me after grad school). This is also tough because Diane Duane's novels tend to be far and away my favourites (Spock's World, Doctor's Orders, and The Wounded Sky are all brilliant), but you already knew that! They're also a large chunk of what I've read. I've also read a bunch of Blish novelizations and some of the movie novelizations, which are fun but don't quite count in the same way, since they are retelling known stories.

However, there are a few I can recommend. I really enjoyed A Contest of Principles by Greg Cox, which feels like a real extended TOS episode; our main trio all have plenty to do, and the relationships are very fond and very true to the series. Shell Game by Melissa Crandall also has the character relationships I'm looking for. (Actually, both of these at one point pair Spock and Bones together while Kirk angsts from the sidelines while doing his own part of the mission, which is apparently a fruitful scenario).

J.M. Dillard also knows the characters really well. I enjoyed The Lost Years a lot, though it must be said that it is basically the crew breakup novel because it bridges from the show into TMP, so you'll just have to rewatch the movies after to remember that it all turns out all right in the end.

Jean Lorrah's The Vulcan Academy Murders is fun as long as you don't go in expecting a mystery you can't solve in 30 seconds and just want to appreciate the characters and learn more about Sarek and Amanda.

Brad Ferguson's Crisis on Centaurus is worth it for the backstory look into Jim and Bones' first meeting, as well as giving us some time with Joanna McCoy.

I can't actually fully recommend Carmen Carter's Dreams of the Raven, which has a very strange and queasily unethical romance subplot that doesn't land for several reasons and an unsatisfying ending, but it's an interesting look into McCoy with amnesia (and it did let me coin the term "Character Fondness Power Differential" while writing the review).

This ask did, however, remind me that I need to start making a dent in my book collection before buying more (I store them where I can't see them, so I'm constantly surprised by how many I actually have). I think I'm reading Howard Weinstein's The Covenant of the Crown next.

If you search my "trek books" tag, you'll see more!

[richeeduvie]

Can someone please explain to me the whole baby thing? And dog bone au? And all these aus im so confused

DOG AND BONE!AU BASICS

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This is asked every five months and I'm happy to explain it each time! I'll put it in the pinned post! This is a long one so sorry yall

So Dog and Bone is the title to the AU for a self-insert x Roman Roy fic compilation. There's no actual series yet…sorry, I know! How long has it been? But these fics range from entire one-shots that center around a plot that can lead into another one-shot/drabble, with the content of said piece becoming important to the whole AU, to just cute, fluffy or smutty drabbles and blurbs. Most of them are based on requests. Your request could become a big part of Dog and Bone!

BABY

Baby is the name for the self-insert. Fics will flip from a second person to third person POV, so you'll see her referred to as 'Baby' a lot. I don't consider her an OC because there's no and will never be a physical description of her and to be honest, I only started to referred to her as Baby so I could write third person POV fics when I'm lazy and don't want to go heavy in internal monologue, which is what I do for second person POV fics. I never use 'Y/N' for her or any self-insert. But many see her as other people and not themselves and I love that too!

Personality-wise, you'll find her to Roman's soulmate. Although she is still a victim of being out-of-touch due to her wealth, she's managed to be kind and respectful and just something that Roys don't have outside of her. She's the ultimate nepo baby with Logan just giving her some vague career path at Waystar to keep her around. She mostly works in marketing and spends her days with Tom and Greg. So, the story of DAB (lol). Baby is the childhood best friend of Roman (and Shiv). In the AU, Baby's biological father was Logan's best friend and business associate. She met the Roy family when she was five and when Roman when almost seven. She was meant to be the best friend of Shiv, but Roman stole her one day when Shiv when to get more toys and baby Baby was on the swings. His sister is still pissed about this to this day.

Nothing much has been mentioned of Baby's bio dad just yet, but it was a one-time thing (so understandable is yall don't remember) that we see Logan giving Baby the medal her father gave him after his funeral. He's dead and apparently fought in a war, or maybe just liked collecting medals as much as Logan did.

So, facts about the dead dad:

Maybe was a veteran

Was hinted to have given Baby an eating disorder

Died when she was eight

Possibly kept her away from her mother

Logan's her godfather, but it was Frank to take her in after her dad had passed. Frank ON TOP!!!! PAPA FRANK!!! Baby's mother is very distant and she's really only seen her for a few holidays throughout her childhood. I've always imagined her to be those wealthy hippies feigning spirituality and did maybe try to get Baby in terms of custody, but didn't try a lot - not even after Baby's father died. So, Baby gets to stay with the Roys with Frank being her guardian. With this, it's just co-dependency and possessiveness growing.

Roman and Baby don't really have friends outside of each other. They do everything together and eventually start doing relationship sort of things together. They take each others virginities. Roman gets panicky and painful in the muscles if Baby has to leave him for more than three days. It's great, but nothing's official.

They live this way until Roman gets with Tabitha.

Now, you may be thinking 'Why does he begin a relationship with Tabitha if he's so possessive and seemingly satisfied with the situation he has with Baby?' Well, I have two fics that'll help you to explain Roman's stupidity:

Why Does Rome Still Date Tabitha (They Don’t Have Sex, but Still) Kendall Wins!AU Confession

The latter of the two is a bit more personal and truthful for Roman. It can be noted that as much as I am a GerriRoman supporter, their relationship does not happen in the DogandBone!AU. Only because one, frankly, I don't know how to or have the desire to thread it throughout the story because I already kept Tabitha's plotline…which is Roman's downfall. You will see. And two, you'll find that Roman and all of the Roys, really, have a lot of themselves changed all because they have one genuine friend that's cared and loved them since childhood so that big part of Roman's plotless plot-time in canon is gone here. Grace didn't happen as well because Jesse Armstrong said so lol.

As I said, the genuine friend line applies to all of the Roys (excluding Logan, except for his AU…), but it really applies to Kendall. Going back to the point where Baby and Roman are fourteen/fifteen and fifteen/sixteen, he gets sent away to military school. I made it so he's only there for two years to which Logan just doesn't care to send him there anymore because I want Baby and Roman teenage puppy and needy love for as much as I can get it. During this time, Kendall has this belief, this kindness to take in Baby when she's at her loneliest.

and…so…Kendall and Baby's whole thing?

The link above sums up their whole situation but I'll elaborate a bit more here because there's Tern Haven. Tern Haven happens in the OG!DogandBone!AU and KendallWins!AU, the grooming situation happens in every AU.

Of course, Roman comes back and Baby sobers up for the most part and leaves groomer Kendall's ass in the dust! It's when Roman starts dating Tabitha decades later that Kendall, who never actually made a move on Baby, brings hell and tragedy to the family. Baby's not so keen on continuing to have sex and the weird thing she has with Roman as he is with Tabitha around, so she becomes lonely and thoughtful in the need to reconnect with friends, maybe start dating herself. She's there during Tern Haven and can't go to Roman's room to hang out, Tabitha's there. She doesn't bother Shiv and Tom, she could talk with Frank, maybe? Maybe, but she makes her way to Kendall's room.

And whatever high horse Kendall put himself on for not doing anything with Baby, maybe not being in love with her - or at least having no awareness about it, whatever was starting with Naomi, it's gone when Baby enters that room.

Again, Tern Haven happens in Kendallwins!AU and the OG!AU. The only difference is that after, Roman is either successful in pulling Baby away from Kendall, or he isn't. This is where it can get confusing as it can with all the AUs because there's so many little splices of moments within content that really helps you understand how things happen but I can say that the Kendallwins!AU is just sad, scary, and dark.

But enough of that!

OG!DOGANDBONE!AU

After Roman's successful in getting Kendall away from Baby, he immediately breaks up with Tabitha and they heal from what happened. Kendall declines quickly during this. Logan dies and they get married after the GoJo sale. They have Baby Jr. On occasion, we'll have fun and write them having two more kids, Baby Jr Jr and Roman Jr, but they aren't canon - or they at least would get a canon fic like Baby

FICS TO HELP: Romulus Sneakers | Dad Frank feat. Baby Roman Call Them Brothers Back in Town Bone and Her Heart Roman’s a Friend Stealer While you were sleeping Touch Me (I'm Sick) Date Death | Part One Date Death Part 2 Babied (He Loves It) Violet, Blue, Green, Red To Keep Me Out Phone Call Home Baby Baby in “I went to Market” Baby in ‘Too Much Birthday’ After the GoJo Sale Telling Roman She's Pregnant

BABY JR

Baby Jr is an unrealistically perfect angel of a child that belongs to Roman and Baby in their AU and was born a preemie with a slew of health problems, but because I love her so much, it's becoming a running joke for her to just exist in every AU, somehow. if Baby's there, Baby Jr's there. She's named fittingly. You'll see her a lot in smaller blurbs and fics. Another running joke is that she hates Kendall in every AU, though she's barely mentioned outside of the OG! and Loganwins!AU.

JUST MY FAVORITE BABY JR FICS:

Baby Baby's First and Last Day at School Bear Baby Jr! Baby Jr Doing Something Dangerous Connor Taking Baby Jr Fishing Baby Jr seeing Baby Roman with Glasses

VARIATIONS OF THE OG!AU

They aren't mentioned a lot anymore because we don't get so serious about them and it was more just to have fun with the story, but the OG!AU does have some variations to how the plot goes. You have Baby and Roman having Baby Jr before season one where Tabitha and Tern Haven are things that obviously never happened:

If Roman Knocked Baby Up Logan Bullying Baby Jr YoungBornBabyJr!AU With Roman Forcing Baby to Marry Him Roman Drunk and Loving If Roman Knocked Baby Up in Their 20s If Baby Jr was Little in The Pilot Logan’s Baby Jr Favoritism Where’s Your Daughter?

Then, you have Baby dying and Roman killing himself to leave Baby Jr an orphan: Come Time, Baby Jr Missing Mommy.

Or you have Baby AND Baby Jr dying to leave Roman killing himself after his last moments of suffering…which, I can't find, but do we really want to read that?

If you don't want to suffer, it can end simply as a nightmare Roman had in the night. Here's another Nightmare Blurb.

LOGANWINS!AU

Listen. I CANNOT be the only person who has consistently written for Logan. I CANNOT! But I do and Baby is unfortunately the victim of a joke turned into a horniness for an old, old man.

Logan doesn't actually have a fic establishing the Loganwins!AU. Everything that's longer than a blurb are moments that already take place after they've gotten together. Tern Haven does not take place here because it appears that this…intimate relationship takes place before season one. Roman doesn't get together with Tabitha in this AU because he's really fucked up about his soulmate having sex and marriage with his…Dad. His abusive Dad. Baby Jr does exist here! This started as a joke to get people grossed out over old man Logan cock, I played it so I was DISGUSTED to appease any requests that were sent in. I really was. I don't know what happened. But a lot of what is written expands past Logan x Reader and more about the AU itself, which happens with Kendallwins! and the OG!AU too.

FICS TO HELP: THE OFFICE CONFRONTATION Mondale The Second Baseball Sick Baby Jr Mom(my) Siblings and Baby Jr Buzz off! Sister Shiv Recital Alone Baby Jr How Does The Relationship Begin? How Does Logan Propose? Are Baby and Roman Still Close? Pregnancy Announcement in the AU They Bought a Cat Who's Baby Jr's Godfather? Panty Stealer Roman's Twitter Argument

You guys are lucky I can't find the smut fic I wrote. But it's here on this blog. Somewhere.

Nvm here it is my bad: Reflections.

AFFAIR!AU

There's the Loganwins!AU, then there's the Affair!AU, which was established pretty recently. It's where Baby begins an affair with Roman while she's married to Logan and Baby Jr ends up being Roman's daughter, not his little sister. As much as I have accepted my great enjoyment in indulging the Logan lovers, I do think this is Baby at her most Succession.

She gets the benefits of being Logan's wife and his favorite wife, a cute daughter, Roman at her heel, whining for her to really be with him but knowing he'll never leave her at her denial. She's horrible, a whore. A baddie winning.

FICS TO HELP: Baby Jr being Roman's Daughter Roman and Newborn Baby Jr Baby in the Affair!AU Roman revealing she's his to his siblings "Dada" A Slight Confrontation How does it start? In Dad's Bed

GROOMING SITUATION (OG!AU and KENDALLWINS!AU)

So, I explained most of it above, but these are the fics to help understand just how messed up DogandBone!Kendall is. He's a different man, guys.

(Also Stewy was there. Stewy was her friend. A flawed twenty-something year old who didn't care enough to separate himself from Kendall when noticing the red flags of him and Baby, but he denied, denied, denied. But he also gave Baby some sense of being…ya know, a kid…cause he saw her as a CHILD)

Tern Haven:

Tern Haven EXTENDED TERN HAVEN More of Tern Haven (…Yay…)

Ken's Groomer Era:

Sleepover Drugged Up Heart Does Baby go Clubbing With Kendall? The Birthday (Big One) Kendall being Confused That Baby's Not Jealous More of Ken being Confused That Baby's Not Jealous Sleepover 2 Kendall's Birthday Gifts....

The Aftermath:

Smacktalking During Too Much Birthday Bad Bit

There's more, of course. There's always more.

KENDALLWINS!AU

After Tern Haven, Kendall has Baby. He's won Baby. He gets more addicted to drugs while making her dependent on them. He turns her into nothing - and just for him. He's scary and paranoid when it comes to Roman. A variation of the AU would be the Babydies!AU, where she accidently overdoses after he leaves her alone. It's a lot. This is not a fun AU, guys. But I like to write it!

FICS TO HELP:

Housewife Thing Waystar Press Conference Accusing Baby Jr of Not Being His Roman Trying to Get Baby Back From Kendall A Slight, Brotherly Confrontation Daily Does of Horror (Heroin) Mention of Heroin Handsy Baby and Kendall and Pills Panty Stealer Brother Roman's Dick Pics Saying Roman's Name Flower Delivery

THE OD FICS:

No Time Needled Memories

NOW....

SHIV'S AU

Shiv's AU isn't even a win!AU, technically. We haven't really dabbled in the idea of her winning. Just more of her yearning, but all in all, this woman wants Baby soooo badly. Too sad she has the guilt of being a woman. And her father. And Tom. And the denial hot on her skin.

Calling Shiv Shiv

TOM'S AU

Apparently the man can get obsessed and they haven't even kissed in his AU, yet. Fitting considering the shit he pulls with Greg. It's Baby at her most guilty due to her friendship with Shiv.

KARL'S AU

No.

STEWY'S AU

I give crumbs and only crumbs. But we're getting something started with Wedding Bells (Part One)!

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I hope this helps! xoxo

[chaithetics]

Fics for Palestine! June!🖤❤️🤍💚

Hey Tumblr besties! We did a couple of fics and had some awesome donors in May so let's give it another go - it's a new update for June!

Do you want to support a good cause? Help Palestine and get a fic at the same time? Then please read!

I will write a fic for you with your chosen pairing and whatever prompt you want (it can be vague or specific!) and have it posted on Tumblr no later than June 30th!

All you need to do is send me same-day confirmation/a screenshot of either your receipt or sent email as a private message or in the ask box!

This is fundraising for Palestine, so you could donate to any fund or organisation on the Operation Olive Branch list, eSims for Gaza, UNRWA, Gaza Funds, Palestine Children's Relief Fund, and any other Palestinian fundraisers or organisations you want to support!

As we all have different currencies, all the go fund mes I've donated to have been in USD or Euros, so I'm going to keep this at the tier system is with whatever currency the fundraiser is in. If it is somewhere like UNRWA it can just be whatever your currency is 🥰

For emails, I've made this post on free ways to support Palestine and also this post encouraging American users to contact their senators. You can email your politicians asking for an immediate permanent ceasefire, an increase in UNRWA funding, creating and granting humanitarian visas for Palestinians, recognising Palestine as a state and withdrawing recognition of the state of Israel, placing sanctions on Israel that include economic and political sanctions and military embargo. If you need support with any emails, I'm happy to help! 🫶

Here is my Chaithetics Masterlist for navigation or if you want to get a vibe of my writing x

And here is the Fics for Palestine Masterlist of the fics I've done so far with this initiative.

If so many people responded to this with donations/emails that I became too overwhelmed. I would come up with a new date for some pieces or temporarily close/reopen for others. It didn't happen with the couple of weeks of May but this post will be regularly updated!

Writing!

Characters I'll write for:

Any Pedro Pascal characters

Any Oscar Isaac characters

Any Dev Patel characters

Any Succession characters - we love Stewy here in particular! (just not Logan, Old Guard, or Greg.)

Any Fallout characters

Any The Bear characters

Tommy Miller

Marvel characters like Matt Murdock, Wanda, Bucky etc.

There is more that I can't think of but you're more than welcome to reach out to ask in the comments, DMs, or my inbox before donating or anything! 💞

What I'll write and won't:

I'll write fluff, smut, angst or any combination of your choice!

I can write plus-size readers, disabled readers, poc readers, fem readers, GN readers, keep it description-less, whatever your preference is! I'm bi/queer so I'm happy to write straight pairings or wlw/queer pairings and readers!

I'm just not comfortable and won't write fics that are non-consensual, 'dark', heavy kink, gore, vore, paedophilia, and nothing with under-18 readers or characters (this includes characters 'aged up' for a fic), or actor/celebrity x reader, just their fictional characters.

The Tier System!

If you donate $1 in the Fundraiser's Currency:

You will get a drabble/ficlet 100-500 words long with your prompt and chosen pairing that is posted no later than June 30th.

I know that places like the places like the Palestine Children's Relief Fund will let you donate $1 US but Go Fund Me has a $5 minimum donation for example and some other organisations might as well. But I know that there are content creators on social media like Yuval who are saying you can venmo/paypal them a $1 and they'll take those donations to a go fund me. So you can do that, send me a screenshot of the receipt and maybe just a link to the creator's page so we all know it's legit 🥰

If you write an email to a Politician:

You will get a fic that is at least 500+ words long with your prompt and chosen pairing that is posted no later than June 30th.

You just need to provide a screenshot that has the content of the email, is sent, and has the politician's email address/name visible. You of course can blur out any of your personal details and send this in PM. I'm happy to help draft emails, find resources as well if that's useful!

If you donate $5 in the fundraiser's currency:

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I hate you~

Sherlock Holmes X Reader

//Enemies to lovers story. //

Warnings- SMUT, cussing, adult content 🤌

Y/n absolutely loathed Sherlock Holmes. She couldn’t stand the thought of him. She loved John though and she was always able to help when she could but since she worked at Scotland Yard she had no choice but bump into the consulting detective. He was always right and prideful about everything. So was she really excited to go to this Christmas party at 221B Baker street. No. She was dreading it. She was especially dreading it because Molly insisted they both dressed up in their prettiest outfits. She didn’t want to be in any space Sherlock was in. She very much disliked the man.

She looked at the door in front of her presents under her arm and the coat tugged tightly around her. She walks through the door a smiling Mrs Hudson beaming brightly at her.

“Oh hello dear! I was just on my way up. Do you need some help?” She asks making her way towards Y/n. She grins holding out some presents for Mrs Hudson to grab. She grabs the gifts the pair making their up the flight of stairs, Mrs Hudson opening up the door to the flat. There seemed to be only John and Sherlock here at the moment. Y/n mentally groans and rolls her eyes as she sees Sherlock on his chair playing around with his violin. John walks out of the kitchen holding a cup of tea.

“Hey! You’re right on time. The others should be showing up soon.” John says making his way towards Y/n giving her a small hug.

“I thought there would be people here by now.” Y/n giggles giving John an awkward hug back, she looks at Sherlock whos eyes were already on her. “Hello curls.”

Sherlock scoffs placing his violin down on the floor before standing up from his chair. “I knew I felt the IQ of the room go down.” He grumbles.

“That’s funny because I think that exact thought when I see you.” She smirks placing the presents down on the floor. By then people started walking in the door Y/n spotting the glare Sherlock gave her. Molly runs up to Y/n giving her a hug, her red dress tight against her body, the red lipstick looking fantastic on her.

“What are you doing! Take off that coat now.” Molly states. “I can’t be the only one that looks this fantastic.” She giggles lightly. Y/n rolls her eyes.

“I don’t know. I don’t like being the center of attention.” Y/n says shyly keeping her arms crossed.

“Come on. Take this off.” Molly mutters pulling at her coat. Y/n groans before taking off her coat revealing her black mini dress with a neckline. Molly whistles bringing the attention on Y/n. She mentally face palms herself the growing blush on her cheeks noticing the way everyone was looking at her. Greg makes his way towards her.

“Wow wow wow.” He compliments a beer in his hand. “Wonder where you’ve been hiding that body.” Greg flirts obviously already starting to get a little tipsy.

“I tend not to dress like this at work Greg.” She chuckles softly. Her blush growing at the attention she was getting, she wasn’t used to it all.

“Well if you did bet you all the lucky men would come after ya.” Greg chuckles leaning against the wall to support himself.

Sherlock gazed from afar watching Greg doing a horrible job at flirting with her. He hated the way she laughed at his jokes, he hated the way the dress looked absolutely breath taking on her, he hated her smile but he mostly hated the way it made him feel as she stood there talking to Lestrade. He shook his head making his way out the door he knew nobody would care if he stepped outside. He wrapped his trench coat around him tightly as he walked outside in the cold taking the cigarette box out of his pocket, taking the cigarette out and lighting it letting the nicotine hit his throat trying to drown out the sound of her laugh in his head. He was genius and he never understood why he constantly thought of the things that irritated him about her. He turned his head as he heard the door open and close. There she stood.

“You think I can have one of those?” She asked moving her way towards him. She didn’t even bother putting on her jacket, she couldn’t handle the attention or the flirting from Greg that she just ran out. Sherlock smirks slightly.

“Oh so you’re a smoker now?” Sherlock asked pulling out the pack of cigarettes holding out the carton signaling her to take one. She sighs and rolls her eyes.

“I’m not usually, I just couldn’t handle Greg anymore.” She mumbles grabbing the cigarette from the box bringing the bud between her lips. Sherlock watches her intently through his lashes watching the snow fall on top of her head, the way she shivered lightly from the cold hitting her bare skin.

“You looked like you were enjoying yourself.” He comments bringing up the lighter to her cigarette before lighting it. She inhales the nicotine holding it in her throat before letting the smoke out tilting her head as she does.

“For being the smartest detective you sure got that one wrong.” She laughed taking another puff.

“I’m never wrong.” He grumbles doing the same watching as she continued to shiver. “You’re also an idiot for coming out here without a coat.”

“I thought the cigarette would warm me up. I obviously was wrong.”

Sherlock sighs before taking his coat wrapping it around her shoulders. “You’re always wrong.” She warms up from the coat grateful for the heat covering her whole body.

“Not everyone can be as smart as Sherlock Holmes.” She states the first time she’s actually made a genuine compliment towards him. He smirks lightly tapping the ashes off his cigarette.

“So you do think I’m smart?” He asks turning his body towards her a smirk planted on his face amused at the sudden compliment.

“Oh shut up. You know you’re smart. You get told by everyone.” She says rolling her eyes.

“Yes…” he takes a deep breath. “But it’s more special coming from you.” He mumbles the last part quietly but she hears it. Her heart flattering somehow. She clears her throat before throwing the cigarette on the floor stepping on it to put it out.

“Well. Thank you for the coat and the cigarette.” She mumbles taking off the coat and handing it back to him. He smiles softly taking the coat out of her hand their hands slightly grazing. Y/n breath hitches at the contact, getting flustered she quickly turns her head before rushing back inside. Sherlock’s eyes following her as goes back in. Maybe he did understand why he hated her so much…

Sherlock made his way out of the kitchen after everyone left to avoid all the hugs and byes from everyone. That’s when he saw Y/n picking up trash and cleaning up from the party.

“Where’s John?” Sherlock’s asks watching her every move. She looks up at him.

“Taking that new girlfriend of his home.” She says with a slight shrug. Her eyes look into his softening, as his gaze was piercing back into hers. She clears her throat looking away from his gaze. Sherlock walks over to her grabbing the trash from her hands once again their hands accidentally touching. She freezes and so does he. He doesn’t let go of the contact and she doesn’t seem to as well. They gaze at their hands touching. Y/n doesn’t know what to feel, she hated Sherlock Holmes, she hated the way that he was always right, she hated everything about him- but did she? Sherlock gently grabs her hand the trash dropping down on the floor.

“You know, I’ve always wondered how you were able to work as a cop with these tiny hands.” He mumbled softly examining her small hands. “You look like you couldn’t hurt a fly but yet you could do more than hurt a fly.” His eyes moves from her hand back into her eyes. She looks back at those piercing blue eyes, the blush visible on her face.

“Why do you do that?” She breathed out her hand never pulling out of his. He cocks his head to the side his eyes full of curiosity.

“Do what?” He whispers gently his hands interlocking with hers.

“Make it incredibly difficult to continue to hate you right now.” She whispers back her eyes flickering between his eyes trying to see if this was indeed real.

“Because you don’t hate me.” His hands move to her wrist a small smile on his face. “You ever think that you don’t actually hate me but instead confuse that hatefulness for something else?”

“I hate you Sherlock Holmes.” She mumbles her voice wavering slightly not quite believing her own words.

“You hate me huh?” He smirks slightly. “Then tell me why your eyes are dilated… tell me why your heart rate is increasing by just me touching you right now?” He brings her wrist to his lips placing a delicate kiss on the wrist. “I thought I hated you too but realized I too was mistaking it for something else.”

She couldn’t breathe. Her head was spinning from what was happening. Maybe she didn’t hate him, maybe he was right. Her mouth felt dry from leaving her mouth slightly open from the scene unfolding in front of her.

“What is that something else?” She asks not realizing she moved herself closer to him.

“That’s for me to know.” He smirks noticing a piece of hair falling in front of her face. He gently tucks the piece of hair behind her ear his eyes never leaving hers once again. It was like her eyes were drugs and he was addicted to it. He moved his hand onto her cheek feeling the warmth of her blush under his hand. Her heart was beating as his hand laid innocently on her cheek and she couldn’t help but blush at the contact. She flicked her eyes down to his beautiful plumped lips. Sherlock moved his face closer to hers noticing the way she was looking at him, knowing it was a confirmation. He cups both of her cheeks smashing his lips against hers. Her hands automatically making their way up his hair as she stood on her tiptoes.

The kiss was deep and passionate. She didn’t want to pull back as much as he didn’t want too. Sherlock moved his hand and grab the back of her head, turning his head to get more access of her mouth pushing her head towards him more so he could explore her mouth. She let out a tiny moan which lit something up in Sherlock Holmes. He pulls back slightly from the deep kiss before grabbing her thighs and making her wrap her legs around his waist which she does flawlessly.

“I’m supposed to hate you Sherlock Holmes.” She groans as his lips make contact against her neck moving her back against the wall. Y/n was surprised how well he knew all the weak points and how well he was able to execute this. He pulls back from her neck a well knowing smirk playing on his lips.

“You won’t hate me after I’m done.”

Her stomach felt like a punches of knifes stabbing her from the inside. Which a lot of people say would butterflies but she hated that word. She also felt another thing she has never felt with Sherlock around. The arousal that grew in between her legs. She brings her lips close to his ear before whispering.

“Then make me not hate you.”

Sherlock head was spinning at the way she instantly changed from shy to seductive and he absolutely loved it. She bit her lower lip watching the way he was staring at her. A face she’s never seen Sherlock wear. Full of admiration. His hand makes his way towards the back of her head bringing her mouth to kiss once again but this time passionate and sweet. She lightly nibbles the bottom of his lip a groan escaping his mouth. He grips onto her thighs, her dress hitching up and he couldn’t help but move his hand up to make it hitch up more. Her breathing becomes uneven by just the way he simply touches her with his soft touch. His hand makes its way towards the back of her dress slowly unzipping the garment off. The dress falls slightly her bra exposing to him. He takes her off against the wall holding onto her tightly as he makes his way towards the couch and placing her back against the soft cushion his body hovering above hers. He pulls back from the kiss taking off her dress with a slight hesitation to make sure if she wanted to say no she could. Instead she continues to look at him with her bright eyes and flushed cheeks.

“You could say no anytime, ok?” He whispers gently his fingers tracing up and down her arm as he looked down at her bra and underwear.

“I don’t want to say no.” She breaths out. Usually she would feel insecure about the way she felt about her body but the way he looked at her it didn’t matter anymore. She felt safe around him. Even when he was being a dick she knew she could always trust and be safe next to Sherlock Holmes. He smirks slightly his hand moving from her arm down to her lower stomach playing with the top of her panties.

“Good. Cause I really don’t want to stop.” He smirks before slowly taking off the underwear his eyes never leaving hers. She hitches her breath as he takes off the panties and his mouth immediately attaching to her core. She gasps as he feels his tongue flicking her clit with such possession. She rolls her eyes back her head tilting backwards her hands going to his curls and tugging on them lightly. She feels his smirk against her his hands gripping onto her thighs to spread her open some more. She gasped even louder feeling his tongue dart around inside of her, her back arching to feel more of him.

“Oh god Sherlock.” She breaths out gripping onto his hair tighter. Sherlock groans at the tug which sent vibrations down onto her core. She whines at the sudden sensation. She felt herself getting closer to her edge and Sherlock could sense it because he immediately pulled his face back.

“No dear. I only want you to cum while inside of you.”He says licking his lips loving the sweet taste of her. “Now I think I’m wearing too much clothes. Do you think you could help me out.” He smirks his body hovering over her once again she blushes before nodding slowly. She brings her hands up to his button up before slowly undoing every button while making eye contact with him the entire time. Her eyes widen seeing the toned body of his. Yes he was skinny she always knew that but she never knew he was this… toned. She was about to take off the button up before he grabs her wrist and stops her. “Keep it on. I know you like the sight of this instead.” He kisses her wrist before he moves her hand down to his trousers. She wanted to moan at just the way his deep silky voice was talking to her. The way he was controlling everything she was doing. She unbuttons his pants sliding them down to his legs until she couldn’t anymore. Sherlock kicks off the trousers, her eyes darting towards his bulge that was desperately waiting to fling out. He sits himself up before taking off his underwear himself throwing it to the side.

She blushed at the sight of him basically fully naked. Except for the purple button up that stayed on his arms but showed his exposed chest. He moves his hand on her cheek his body hovering over hers. He places a small kiss on her lips.

“I can stop right now. Is this okay still?” He asks his eyes searching hers to figure out if she was still okay with it.

“I’m okay. This is okay.” She smiles softly. He grins before positioning himself and entering her. She gasped loudly covering her mouth as she does so. Sherlock groans his hand moving to the back of the couch above her head as he slowly pushes himself in feeling the tightness of her and the wet warmth feeling surrounding him.

“Fuck oh my god.” He grunts out he pauses waiting for her to adjust to him. She looks at him and nods signaling she was ready. He moves his dick deeper inside of her, her moaning softly as he does. He was loving the sounds she was making, he was hopeful he would be the only one to listen to them from now on. He feels her starting to adjust faster. He smirks gripping onto her thighs before moving his hips against her a little faster. She wraps her legs around his waist feeling him deeper inside of her. Sherlock grabs the back of her hair moving her head and capturing her lips into a deep passionate kiss. She moans against his lips as he continues to a good pace. “Fuck I love you.” He mumbles into her mouth. Her eyes widen at the confession, her heart fluttering against her chest. Fuck. That shouldn’t have turned her on just as much as what he was doing.

“Faster Sherlock.” She gasped out her hands moving to his back her nails gripping onto his shoulder blades. Sherlock grunts pulling his body back gripping onto her hips before moving her body up and down watching the way her breast bounced from the way his pace went faster. She moaned loudly tilting her head back and arching her back to get more of him somehow.

The sound of skin slapping made Sherlock go faster gripping harder onto her hips as he felt himself so so close to the edge. Y/n was moaning out profanities and moaning his name over and over again. Which made Sherlock’s heart burst. He watched as her breasts bounced, his dick going in and out of her, the sweat beads on her forehead, and her voice moaning out his name. She looked so beautiful in this perfect moment he thought. He felt himself about to explode and he felt her starting to tighten around his length.

“I-I’m gonna cum.” Y/n whimpers.

“I know, cum my love.” He grunts out his pace becoming sloppy as he was close to his high. He felt her clutch around him.

“Fuck! I love you Sherlock.” She moans out as she reached her high. Sherlock stomach fluttered instantly pulling out of her before reaching his orgasm and his cum on her stomach. Y/n breathing was uneven as she looked at Sherlock her cheeks flushed realizing what she just said. Sherlock smiles softly standing up from the couch wanting to chuckle at the confused look on her face.

“I’m getting a rag to clean you up love.” Sherlock chuckles softly grabbing a rag from the bathroom putting some warm water on it. He made his way back pausing as he looked at her. She looked like she should be at a museum, her breathing uneven, her hair sticking out everywhere but her face was flushed and beautiful, her body was another story even with clothes on it was definitely art he thought. He made his way over before cleaning up his mess on her stomach. She watched as he did so a small smile on her face.

“Thanks.” She whispers softly. He looks up at her the hair on his forehead stuck with the sweat. He throws the rag off to the side his focus back at her.

“So. Did I change your mind?” He smirks softly grabbing a blanket placing it on top of her before scooting himself behind her to spoon her on the couch. Y/n blushes turning her head away from him.

“Maybe?” She teases. He grabs her chin with finger and thumb making her look at him.

“You’re going to make a consulting detective reconsider that he was wrong about love being a defect?” He asked his gaze never leaving hers. A small smile shines on her lips.

“I wouldn’t mind that actually.” She jokes. He chuckles deeply wrapping an arm around her waist as she turns her body to face him.

“Well, I was an idiot and a jerk to you. Ever since I saw you I thought the feeling was hatred and annoyance. Even though you still annoy me but I kind of find it endearing now. The reason why you drive me crazy is because I’ve never felt this was about someone and it drives me insane. I’ve literally fallen in love with you and that makes me pathetic.” He smiles softly. He just fell in love with her, but made it his Sherlock way.

“I love you too Sherlock Holmes.” She giggles as he smiled brightly before placing a soft kiss on his lips. The door opens and both of them whipping their heads to see John frozen in the door way.

“Really you couldn’t do this maybe in the bedroom!” John says rubbing his face with his hands.

“I like to do my experimenting in the living room.” Sherlock says with a smirk written on his face.

“Oh hush! Oh god when did this even happen. Bloody hell I thought you hated each other. Why does this happen to me!” John groans making his way into his bedroom. Y/n and Sherlock look at each other before bursting out laughing.

“He’s not doing to be able to handle us anymore.” Y/n giggles. Sherlock grins.

“How many times I’ve heard him with other girls in his room. This is just payback now.”

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"Twenty bucks that the blonde's gonna roll her eyes as soon as you get near her, bud."  

"No chance, I'm irresistible; she'll at least give me her number." Another guy confidently replied

"Nah, ain't happening, dude." 

I've been eavesdropping on these tourons for the last ten minutes, when slid onto the neighbor stool, they barely glanced my way, that gave me no choice if not listen on their douchey conversation.

From what I understood they’re betting on who could score numbers from the ladies at the bar. I honestly wish them good luck, especially since they're aiming for Kooks, which 1. they don't seem to realize that and 2. huge mistake. But it was damn entraining to watch. 

Two of them try to get the girls that are dancing but none of them succeed. I watched them toss cash into the counter as they lost their bet and that money had my name written all over it, now that’s when things get interesting.”

I set my glass on the counter and say, "Can I play?”

They turned to me, their faces sporting a strange mix of curiosity and skepticism.

“Pass. If you lose, you’re the one who has to pay us, and…I don’t think you can afford our little game,” one of them replied cockily.

"I mean, I can play for free just to school y'all on how it's done. Seems like y'all got plenty of time," I shot back, grinning.

“What’s your deal man, you’ve been listening to our conversation this whole time?.”

“You haven’t noticed? That’s why your odds with girls are so low.” I casually teased.

“Then go ahead, big boy. I’ll give you five if she even looks at you,”  They laughed contemptuously.

“C’mon Kyle, have more faith in the boy, I'll give you ten.” the other one said mocking me 

“All right, do y’all have anyone in mind?.” I asked, turning and examining the room.

“choose your victim, most of them don't even seem to be interested in men.” One of the dark-haired guys says, making the others laugh again.

“What about that one?” I proposed pointing to a girl sitting across the bar, her hair was loose and her pink dress was accentuating her curves, she was cute and wasn’t interacting with anyone, just sitting there with legs crossed observing everyone. Bingo

“Ha, Greg tried that one but she scoffed at him when he tried to open his mouth. Be our guest buddy.” the blonde-haired dude said

“Watch and learn whoever Greg is,” I said tapping the counter and heading in the direction of the girl.

With this body and this face, I’m impressed that just one of those shitheads tried. Lucky me I guess.

“G’night, can I get you a drink?.” I asked leaning my body into the counter slightly toward her.

"I'm good, thanks," she replied, lifting her drink. 

She had to tilt her head to glance up at me since she was seated, and I was towered over her. She flashed a brief smile my way before turning her attention elsewhere.

“The next one then?.” I pressed, trying to catch her gaze once more.

“Unfortunately this is my last one.”

“C’mon, the night just started.” I insisted

"I better not have another drink, or I might get tipsy, and you wouldn't want to see what happens when I do." She stated smirking

“Actually I do, I would love to see how bad you can be,” I said edging closer, her knee lightly brushing my hip. I swear I hear her breath hitch at the slight contact. 

“Alright, let me lay it out straight for ya.” I bring my lips closer to her ears “You see those dudes all together right behind me?” I asked, staring at her moving my body so she could see them.

She smoothly switched her gaze to the guys and nodded at me.

"They're placing bets on the ladies' numbers and they basically told me I don't stand a chance at catching your eye."

“Well, it seems they’ve already lost something, right?” She stated, looking into my eyes, her lips turned into a smirk.

“Yeah, but when I came here I already had zero interest in your number.” This time, I’m the one who tilts my head whilst I analyze her frame.

She narrowed her eyes. "Oh really? What's your game, then?"

"A kiss," I said casually, my gaze locked on her lips.

"So you can show off to your buddies and prove them wrong? Not happening," she retorted.

“Nah, I’m just testing my intuition and since I saw you, I knew you wanted me.” I casually whispered into her ear. Now I was sure, her breath faltered, I could tell her body was reacting to how close we were. 

“You have one hell of an intuition.” She chuckles lightly grazing my arm. “Well, I can’t deny there’s something about you.”

I leaned in even closer, our faces inches apart. "So, you're saying there's a chance?"

Her eyes flickered down to my lips and then back up to meet my gaze. "Maybe a small one," she teased.

I gave in to the irresistible temptation. I lean in until our lips press together in a lingering kiss. Her hand found its way to the back of my neck as our hungry lips were locked. As we parted, she smirked, "What’s your intuition telling you now?."

“That I should take you off here.” 

“What would your girlfriend say about this?” She asked, biting her lips. I give her a dirty smile.

“She would say: “Please let me come JJ..” I teased her planting a wet kiss on her neck

I smile as I see the reaction on Y/N’s face. 

She jumps out of her stool and grabs my hand dragging me to the exit, I make sure to wink and snatch the money out of those douches hands before leaving. 

I guess this is my lucky night. Nope, I didn't trick those guys, my girlfriend was the one who suggested the little act at the bar, destiny put those dudes next to me with all that cash. I just so happen to be there and be good with my lady.

Which right now is very sex-starved, if she could she would rip her clothes into the bar’s bathroom and let me fuck her right there which honestly is not a problem to me. But she was painfully patient to get home and allowed me to give her a proper treatment.

“Baby, please…” She cries as I kiss her 

“Tell me what you want, pretty girl.”

“I want you…now.” she drags the words with her moans “I want this.” Y/N palms cover my package and my erection nearly hammers its way out of my pants.

“My girlfriend will not like this.”

“I'm sure she will, she actually wants me to take you with my mouth.” 

That's it. Goodbye, roleplay. I might explode before taking my underwear.

I'm kissing Y/N before either of us can move an inch, My tongue slides through her parted lips in a greedy stroke. She gasps with delight and kisses me back, her tongue tangling with mine for a few mind-melting seconds before she kisses her way toward my neck. The next second she's unzipping me and slowly sinking into her knees.

“Take your clothes off, baby.” She seductively demands

I kick my boots and pants off quickly. As I peel off my shirt, Y/N digs her nails into my abs, making me curse under my breath. I'm starting to worry that I won't last long.

Y/N leans forward kissing the tip of my dick, I rub my fingers into her lips, and she teases me with slow and gentle movements, I cup the back of her head and urge her closer. She looks up at me and opens her mouth on command, sliding half of my length inside.

As always, she drives me crazy alternating between deep wet sucks and gentle licks of her tongue. The noises…Man, these whimpers and breathy moans make me insane.

I rock my hips, slowly, trying to keep it under control, until her mouth is wrapped tightly around my base, then, I'm a goner. 

My brain is filled with pleasure, so much so that my body almost fails me. Buried in her throat, I go off without thinking. Y/N swallows all my liquid and gives me one final stroke before rising to her feet.

“You did so well, baby,” I said picking her up. Her legs wrapped around my waist, our lips met once again. I kiss her until we're breathless. I carry her to the bed and pull her off her dress just to find out that, fuck me, no bra, just a tiny pantie. 

Our lips were locked again when I advanced on her until she had no choice but to lay down completely. I get on my knees on the bed and bring my hand in between her legs, her hips jerks off the bed as I rub her clit.

“Barely touched you, baby girl,” I said teasing 

I make sure to give her the taste of her own medicine and slowly remove the underwear. I plant wet kisses on her tights and legs before sliding my fingers onto her. My girlfriend squirms against my finger. I add another one curling them both.

Groaning, I get on my knees, spread her legs with my free hand, and bury myself in between her legs. As soon my tongue touches her slit, Y/N moan so loud that was music to my ears. I pump my fingers a couple more times while kissing and sucking her wetness until my dick can’t take it anymore.

“Jay..get inside me.” She begs

“On it ma’am”

With a grin, I guide my cock inside her. Both of us groan when I slide deeper, she wraps her legs around my waist almost like it’s not enough for her. I resist the urge to go fast and keep my movements calm, but again,  Y/N is more needed than usual, her nails dig into my abs giving scratches.

“God, please…” She whines. 

“Someone is with no patience today.” I grow, adjusting my arms on her side, my thrusts are more frantic, she bulks her hips upwards deepening our contact. I grab her hips giving a firm squeeze as I pound onto her. I let go of one of my hands, to stroke her clit, her moans became more breathless and desperate. 

“I’m gonna come.” She cries, without thinking I take my hands out of clit. Remember what I said earlier? With a second she will be begging.

“Please let me come JJ.” Y/N moans just as I predicted.

I rub her clit again and keep my pace fast until I see her shake under me. It takes me a couple more thrusts to release feeling loopy and with my balls still tingling I collapse next to her.

“Holy shit.” She mumbles between her breath.

“You’re so fucking hot, I can’t.” 

“Give me five minutes and I’ll be good for the next one, “ Y/N says chuckling

“Make it ten.” 

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i find the way fans are already shipping cooper with lucy over her black love interest very telling of the clueless white supremacy and media illiteracy in the fandom. coop and lucy are obviously being setup as a father-daughter duo who need to learn caution/kindness from each other to survive, but these weirdos can’t have their white-man fave without a self-insert stand-in for 1 season. and the way people are glorifying cooper’s character is a load of bs - a morally greg white guy who realises he endorsed and was sympathetic to a massive war crime/political injustice… so he goes on to indiscriminately kill/hurt more people who have no idea of, nor say in the bigger picture that he was complicit in… is sooo boring and nothing new. also, giving him a biracial daughter as an accessory to show he’s Not Racist isn’t something we’ve seen half of a million fuckin times before 🤪 the way the show back-tracked on fallout’s message of blind american nationalism and militarism being a problem to It’s All Capitalism’s Fault, seemingly in reaction to the US currently endorsing and aiding in foreign war crimes, and past ones becoming common-knowledge, is horseshit on a platter.

I find the complete lack of a character for his daughter really horrifying- how she only exists to die dramatically for the sake of his sadness. It's odd because his wife is a well-established important character, yet their daughter is not allowed to be a person.

Fallout, in general, has had a habit of completely ignoring racism- presenting the prewar world as some fully integrated post racism utopia. Which is weird when the games regularly display overt anti Chinese (and broader anti Asian) sentiments in prewar logs and ads. This is a problem both the classic games AND the bethesda games have- racism has always been a touchy subject to the devs of the series and it seems like every game they've been content to ignore it, occasionally invoking it for horror or stumbling headlong into depicting it without realizing.

The way Ghoulgins regrets his past and just takes it out on everyone around him is absurd and plays into a lot of very hostile ideas the character peddles.

People shipping Ghoulgins with Lucy is baffling to me also considering he spends the entire series physically abusing her. People just don't want to acknowledge Max's existence, I have noticed. I know her and Ghoulgins get closer by the end, but it's after he's done just unspeakably cruel things to her- and you're right that it is absolutely framed as a father/daughter relationship.

I would also like to point out that the series has always criticized capitalism as well- but would generally frame it as sort of tangled up in American imperial ambition- with one feeding into the other. They were two halves of the same coin.

Vault Tec's entire existence in the classic games was selling smoke- profiting off of the extreme tension and stress of US military buildup- a process which would always inevitably end in disaster: either with Vault Tec going under or brinksmanship coming to its inevitable end.

Vault Tec (and the entire idea of luxury bunkers as a whole) WAS a critique of capitalism, and how it goes hand-in-hand with the American military industrial complex. It was selling the fear of annihilation to the populace. They didn't need to be some secretive controlling force to achieve any of this.

Making Vault Tec the sole antagonist, and the driving force of the apocalypse, is both deeply conspiratorial AND undermines the Cold War roots the series has always had- replacing the fear of American military buildup with a sort of hateful simplicity.

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Kinktober Day 16: Lap Dance

pairing: college!aaron hotchner x reader

contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS, teasing, sub!hotch if you squint

wc: 462

an: for @laurensprentiss/ @munsons-curls who is still the loml even if she’s not on tumblr anymore. love you babeeee

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You’re an angel—there’s no other explanation for you in Aaron’s mind other than being god given. Not when you look at him the way you do, especially right now, especially dressed like one.

You grin at him over your shoulder as you lock the door to the random room you two found at this Halloween party. You’ve been itching to work him out of his leather jacket since the moment he picked you up from your dorm. And if he’s being honest with himself, he’d much rather have dragged you right into your bed and slipped you out of the white lace costume that’s definitely too scandalized to be sold as an angel.

When you’d whispered in his ear that you two should find a room here he’d looked at you skeptically. But you leaned in, whispered in his ear that angels could be naughty too and his knees almost gave out.

“There,” You say as you turn out the main lights in the room, a strip of LEDS making the room glow with a soft blue hue.

It does everything for the way you look, soft and supple, skin glittery and smooth with whatever lotion or oil you’d rubbed into it to complete your angelic look.

“You okay? Is it too much?” You ask, plopping down to sit in his lap, hands on his shoulders.

“No, sweetheart, it’s perfect. You’re perfect,” He says, squeezing your hips.

Despite the closed door, the deep bass of the music thrums through the house. You use it to your advantage, slipping your hands under his jacket and rolling your hips down against his to the beat.

Aaron groans, his head tilting back as his hips tilt up to meet yours. “Honey,” He breathes at the feeling of your mouth sucking on the sensitive skin of his neck.

You keep it up, grinding and swaying your hips to the beat of the music. “I love when you call me sweet things.”

“Yeah?”

You reach back to brace your hands on his knees, rolling your hips harder on rhythm. “Sweetheart, honey, angel. They’re so sweet and innocent, like I’m not giving you a lap dance at a random house party.”

“Fuck, angel, just like that,” He groans. His head is growing fuzzy, his heartbeat seems to fall in line with the roll of your hips, the music’s pulse.

“Like your sweet little angel isn’t about to fuck you until you’re a whimpering mess,” You tease, using one of your hands to press him down into the mattress. You bend over him, gripping his jaw to hold him steady as you kiss him deeply, insistently.

“Please. Please, baby,” He mumbles into your mouth.

You pull away slightly, a knowing smile on your face, “Again. Beg me again.”

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[puhpandas]

Happy To Be Your Pillow

(2,370 words)

Gregory, who is too exhausted to walk home from school, is convinced by Tony to take a nap outside the school. He volunteers himself as a pillow.

Its embarrassing to say, and Tony would never admit this to anyone, but it was easy to notice when Greg had started getting really tired.

Tony had noticed around the very beginning, where there wasnt much difference to Gregory's behavior, just the slight bags under his eyelids that weren't there before. He'd come to school acting just fine, not exactly normal (because Gregory is very not normal) but easily himself. He got through the days like always and would never respond with anything concerning when Tony would send him those looks he'd always give him, the ones that can hold entire silent conversations between them.

Its embarrassing, because to admit that he'd noticed would be admitting that he looks at Gregory's eyes enough to see such a small change.

But Tony had, and he'd noticed even quicker when Greg kept coming to school more and more exhausted every day. Eventually, it wasnt just slight pink under his eyes and less hangouts. His eyes started to always be half lidded with drowsiness, and his head would bob up and down as he would struggle to stay awake in his seat during class.

The point is, Gregory has been clearly exhausted all week. It's gotten so bad that Tony cant even ask if Gregory's okay with his eyes anymore; he'll be so faraway and tired that he wont notice.

Tony and Greg always sit with Ellis while he waits for his parents to pick him up. They always sit in this little crevice behind a wall outside the school where someone who drives past could see them, but nobody could from the entrance. Tony likes to call the spot theirs since he's never seen anyone else go there, and they all have their own designated spots where they sit against the wall of the school.

It's where they are right now. Its been another day at school where Greg looks like a zombie. He basically fell asleep standing at his locker today; Tony had to shake him awake and save him from a fate that would be much less kind if the meaner kids had found him first.

Ellis gives his friends a smile from where he's standing up, ready to get in his parents car. Tony and Gregory are sitting against the wall of the school, and Gregory is definitely more slumped than he should be. Tony can see the look Ellis is giving the boy next to him; They're both worried.

"Bye, guys. See you later." Ellis says to them. "Greg."

Gregory snorts, jolting up at hearing his name. He looks awful. The bags under his eyes are large enough to need a check and a deep shade of purple. They make his eyes look sunken in, and the orange-ish gold that Tony is so used to glowing in the sunlight (he doesn't look at Gregory's eyes that much) are duller now. Greg brings up a hand to rub at them, but he still manages a smile for his friend.

"Bye, Ellis." He says, his voice rough. It sounds like he just woke up. "This weekend, kay? Bowling?"

Ellis nods. His parents car honks its horn from behind him. Ellis makes an annoyed noise, and he only spares one last worried look for Greg and a piercing look for Tony.

You better do something about that. It seems to say.

Tony nods at him, slight and small, and Ellis is content enough with that response to finally turn on his heel and leave.

They both know how things can get, sometimes. Tony more than Ellis. He was involved, after all, but even he knows Greg has it worse. It's not a competition, but... Greg has it worse.

It reminds him of when they'd all first gone back to school and it had felt so jarring. Nothing had actually changed, but it had felt like completely different world. Tony had felt like an alien. It had felt like the school had been frozen in time while Tony hadn't. GGY had changed everything and flipped everyones lives on their heads.

GGY still plagues Greg like he never left. Tony's so worried because he knows how Gregory will have nightmares. Violent ones. He's been there for plenty. Theres been multiple nights where Greg would wake up screaming or suffering in silence and Tony would have to hold his hand to let him know he was there. Gregory couldn't stand seeing him in those moments.

As Ellis leaves, Tony wonders why Gregory hasnt said anything. They're usually so good with telling eachother things. Tony's worried about how silent about it all Gregory's being when it's clear something is wrong.

Tony knows what happened the last time something was clearly wrong and Greg didnt say anything about it, but he shoves that thought down as fast as it came.

It's only the obnoxiously loud exhaust on Ellis' parents car that snaps Tony out of it. It makes him jolt, and he spares a second to frown at them. He's never liked Ellis' parents.

Only afterwards does Tony realize that Gregory didnt jump at the sudden sound like he did. Tony sighs a bit through his nose, looking over to see his friends eyes slipping shut and his form slouched over. His head lolls and Tony can see a couple times where Greg really does almost fall asleep.

He can barely stay awake. It makes Tony frown. How much sleep is he losing where any moment of peace (or not) he gets he's almost passing out on his feet?

Tony shifts from his position sat against the wall of the school, the rough concrete riding against his jacket. He nudges Gregory with his hand, trying not to startle him. "Greg, hey, man."

Gregory doesnt startle, but he does sort of wake up a bit, if his eyes being open for more than two seconds at a time is what you call awake. He looks over at Tony, and Tony frowns deeper at just how exhausted his eyes are. He misses the sparkle in them. When they'd get bright and crinkle at the corners when Gregory would smile at him (really. He doesnt stare at Gregorys eyes as much as you might be thinking. He swears.).

"Yeah?" Gregory asks. He tries to sit up a bit more, since those few moments of nodding off were all it took for him to sink to the ground. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Tony replies. "Its just... maybe you should take a nap, Greg."

"R'ght here?" Gregory responds, slightly gesturing at their surroundings. Even though its their corner, it's still mostly concrete and asphalt that would be uncomfortable to sleep on, with one measly bush protecting them from prying eyes. Theres almost zero privacy, but theres no-one around anyway.

Gregorys right that this would be a really sucky place to sleep, but... Tony and Gregory usually bike (or walk, in Greg's case) home, and if how Gregory was acting today is any indication, Tony doesn't think he can make the trek like this. If he could, he'd come home with Greg and make sure he got enough rest, but Vanessa has work around this time and wont even be off for another two hours. The perfect amount of time for a nap before she can come pick them up.

"Theres nowhere to sleep." Gregory points out, gesturing at the concrete floor with rocks and pebbles strewn around its surface.

Tony takes a moment to respond. He could use their backpacks as a pillow, but Tony knows they suck at being comfortable. They're full of books and calculators and pens and pencils. He could always lean against the wall, but that would be awful for his back and neck.

Gregorys looking at him slightly expectantly. Tony's mind is going haywire with a clear and obvious solution, and before he can lose his nerve-- "Lay down."

Gregory raises a brow. "Where?"

Tony wishes he didnt have to say it out loud. He glances away, face warm. "Here. Uh... lay your head here."

He pats his hand on his lap.

Tony's still looking away; his stomach is churning with nerves and his face is on fire, but he can still catch the way that Gregory seems to wake up a bit more at that from the corner of his eye.

Its painfully silent for a few seconds straight, and Tony almost starts to panic before Gregory finally responds.

It's not with words, it's by shifting his body and carefully and gently angling himself to lay horizontally next to Tony on the asphalt, and lowering his head onto Tony's jeans.

Tony tries his absolute hardest not to lock up and tremble and shake; that'd make a pretty bad pillow. It's hard though, when Greg's face is right below him, and if Tony tipped his chin down he'd be face to face with him. He wonders if he should. If Gregory may be looking at him with his sparkling eyes again.

He eventually does, despite his burning red face and the butterflies in his stomach. It's only in his peripherals that he can catch a glimpse of how Greg's hair is spread out on Tony's legs and fallen away from his face.

He's laying on his back and his face is pointed straight up at the sky. Tony thinks about how easy it would be for Gregory to see Tony's face like this. If he's admiring Tony the way Tony wants to admire him.

He glances down, and unlike how he was expecting, Gregory's still wide awake, looking up at Tony with half lidded eyes and meeting his gaze as soon as Tony allows himself to look.

Despite the fact that Tony's mind is screaming at him and his face is definitely more of a crimson now, he finds it in him to smile, and for his body to relax more. Greg looks comfortable. That's all he cares about.

"Go to sleep, Greg." Tony tells him, voice soft as silk. "I'll wake you up from your nap when it's time."

Gregory doesn't respond. He just keeps looking at Tony, and then he smiles ever so slightly before his eyes finally flutter closed.

Tony feels the smile stretch farther on his face when he got to have shining gold eyes looking right in his before Greg had finally taken his nap. The nerves make his legs and his limbs want to twitch and spasm and move, but Tony stubbornly keeps them still. He doesnt want to disturb Gregory's sleep. Not when he's finally resting.

He's not sure what to do, for a moment. He realizes he'd zoned out looking at Greg's sleeping face for a second there, and he looks away with a twinge in his heart. He's not sure where to put his arms, and he's zeroed in on the feeling of Gregory using his legs as a pillow. He can barely focus on anything else.

He sighs out, trying to relax, and manages to wrestle his phone out of his jacket pocket. He keeps his gaze carefully away from Gregory's peaceful face, feeling embarrassment shoot through his chest.

His Mom and Grandma usually expect him to not come home after school nowadays, because he goes home with Gregory so often. They usually wait for a text from him to tell them what's up if he doesnt show.

I wont be home today He texts his Mom. Staying at Gregorys.

He shuts off his phone after that, thinking he should really read some of that book hes been working at right now, since all hes doing is sitting here.

Here with Gregory sleeping on you. His mind says. Think about what that means.

He pauses. He cant think about what it fully means. He cant think about how much Greg trusts him to do this, or how he hadn't even hesitated, or how he'd been out like a light as soon as Tony told him he'd take care of him.

He risks a glance back at Greg from where he'd been watching a random tree in the distance, and ignores the way his heart flutters when he realizes just how much Greg truly is resting right now. Resting on him.

School has long since let out, but it's almost Summer, so the sun doesn't set really early like it does in Winter. The sky, despite the fact, is a beautiful milky pink color with yellow clouds. Tony thinks it's because the school is near a gas station. He once read up on that.

The sky casts a glow on them, since the roof doesnt cover them, and Tony wishes he could see it reflected in Greg's eyes, here. He wishes that he could keep talking to him. He wishes a lot of things about how Gregory's sleeping on his lap right now.

Tony dares to wish that maybe this doesnt have to be a one-time thing. Maybe, on nice days like this, where nobody bothers to stick around school when it lets out, they can come to this spot and do this more often. Tony dares to hope he'll be able to admire Gregory this way again.

The thought makes his cheeks burn, and he let's himself look a little longer, noticing how the sky being cast above is making it easier to see the faint freckles on Greg's face and how his eyebrows are slack and for once, not furrowed or upturned in worry. How his lips are slightly parted and Tony can see the gap where his missing tooth is. How he can trace the line of his face scar traveling up his jaw and curving on the bridge of his nose.

He pointedly doesn't acknowledge how his own eyes are half-lidded like how Greg's were. That was from tiredness though, right?

Greg is peaceful right now, and asleep and resting, and Tony is glad to be his pillow. He realizes he'd do this many times over, if he could. He wonders if Greg would do the same for him and if Tony would be able to be the one lying on someone happy to be his pillow and looking at the sky and in his eyes, the stars as well.

Tony doesn't take out his book.

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