#shits wild luv

[hornedgod]

they should invent a birthday that’s fun and not overwhelmingly stressful and negative

[tojisun]

!! suggestive (and mini smut) - minors dni; bimbo (fem)!reader has simon wrapped around her pinky (we luv to see it!); the squad’s here too; hinted age difference (30s v. 20s)

when they ask him where you two met, simon always tries his best to tamp down the smile threatening to grace his lips before clearing his throat and answering, "in the ER."

the questions that follow are always repetitive: 'what, why?', 'what happened?', 'how did things even go from there?' the last one is often paraphrased into some other versions, but the sentiment remains – people always get surprised, reduced into awkward stumbling because how could you even segue into a romantic relationship from having met in the ER?

well, simon thinks, it's actually quite fucking simple.

it was three in the morning and simon was in the lobby, waiting to be called in, when he saw you walk in: you clutched your broken heeled shoes in your hands, your beautiful legs were bearing injuries and cuts, and your hair was a wild mess. then, you ambled towards a baffled triage nurse.

"hi!" simon recalls your melodic voice echo, sounding too hyper even when you looked all banged up. "can i use y'r restroom? we got kicked outta the club."

simon was so focused on you that he didn't even notice the pack of girls following behind you, all of them looking just as haggard and bruised up. one of your friends was actually worryingly injured, so it’s no shock when the nurse rushed towards her, slightly panicked and confused before steering your friend away, leaving you there in the lobby.

then, you turned around, frowning at having been ignored, and it gave simon the best vantage point of finally seeing your face. he swears his heart stuttered in his chest, his lungs constricting, because holy shit, you are beautiful.

"then the rest is history," simon ends, pulling you close to him. any closer and you would have ended on his lap – something he preferred, anyway – but johnny continues to stare at the two of you with a slack jaw, his eyes almost bulging out in confusion so simon tries to keep it civil.

you giggle, and simon watches as the rest of the squad snap their eyes on you, as though expecting you to grace them with a better explanation. but simon knows that you probably don't even know what's going on, having been busy tapping away on your phone, your acrylics making distinct clacks as they hit the screen.

"i love the history channel," you singsong, batting your eyelashes as you give them a dimpled smile. "simmy-" simon almost coos at the nickname you gave him, "and i looove watching the penguins."

simon presses a kiss on the top of your head, ignoring the bewildered looks his squad is shooting him.

"that's the 'animal planet', love. not the history channel," simon corrects gently, rubbing his hand down your side.

"oh!" you say, unbothered by your mistake. "okay!"

and that was that.

"what the fuck," simon hears johnny wheeze out only to up making choking noises when kyle elbows him. simon ignores them, choosing to watch as you turn back to your phone, mass-retweeting a series of post made by the magazine catalogue that you've been following.

cute.

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"fuck," simon hisses, feeling the sharp edge of the kitchen knife slicing through the first layer of his skin. he watches the blood bead, trickling down his finger, and simon wipes it before it can stain the pristine green – "sage!" you tutted to him once – countertops.

"si?" you ask, padding towards the kitchen at the clamour. he feels you press yourself to his side, your perky tits nuzzling his robust muscles. "what's goin- y'r bleeding!"

he grunts, frowning at himself for having made you worry. he moves to reassure you that he's okay, but you're already tugging him out of the kitchen, your smaller hand wrapped around his thicker wrist.

god, he loves seeing the size difference.

you're wearing his military shirt, the material sliding down your body beautifully, before pooling just above your perky ass. simon unabashedly stares at the way your ass jiggles – hidden underneath the tiniest booty shorts he knows you own – his throat bone dry and his sweats filling up all of a sudden.

he barely realizes that you two are in the bathroom until you're steering him towards the edge of the bathtub before twisting to fish the emergency kit from the floor cabinets. simon almost groans at the perfect shape that your ass makes when you bend over, feeling himself throb with raging desire.

you pull out a pink emergency kit and skitter towards him again, slotting yourself between his spread legs. simon raises his hand – the uninjured one – to grasp at your waist, sliding it down to your hips, before giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"it's nothin' fatal, sweet'art," simon mumbles, thumbing your hipbone as he tries to comfort you.

you're still pouting at him when you say, "sure, i guess. but lemme help you?"

and who is simon to say no to that?

"of course, love."

he lets out a quiet chuckle when you press your glossed lips on his forehead, unbothered even when your lips leave a sticky stamp on his skin.

he watches you disinfect his wound with a strawberry-scented sanitizer before wrapping a pink adhesive bandage around it. his worries about having his open wound disinfected by a glittery sanitizer fade away when you picked his hand up to place a kiss on his now-bandaged finger.

glitter-induced infections no longer matter. not when simon's getting nursed to full health by such a pretty girl.

he licks the back of his teeth, clenching his jaw, and thinks, you deserve a reward, don't you, sweetness?

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johnny blanches when he sees the bandage around simon's finger. "LT, what in fuck's name is that?"

his loud voice snags the attention of garrick and their captain who ambled their way towards him upon hearing the commotion. garrick chokes on nothing when he sees the pink bandage that simon's sporting.

"bandage," simon replies, pride heavy in his voice. "from my girl."

johnny whirls and shoots a pointed look towards kyle and john. kyle is the one who breaks the silence.

"…are they safe for use?"

"what's the cat even bandaging?" johnny adds.

simon huffs, flicking his finger up to give the squad a better view. "firstly, this is 'hello kitty'. secondly, you questionin' my girl’s ability to care for me?"

john coughs, looking away, kyle arches a brow at him like the answer should be obvious, and johnny gulps loudly, before mumbling, "...yes."

simon sniffs, unable to blame them. "yeah, well, don't."

the squad is still quiet. waiting.

simon finally gives in and replies, "i checked. they're safe for use."

he rolls his eyes at their dramatic sigh.

"that's good to hear," john says before clapping his hands together once, urging them to disperse.

simon grumbles all the way back to his room.

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simon loves his pretty, dumb girlfriend to death.

he loves seeing you dolled up – skimpy dresses made of silk material paired with heels that could honestly stab someone to death. he also loves seeing you in nothing but his ratty jumpers – loose black sweaters stopping just after your crotch and the sleeves falling past your fingers.

but nothing tops seeing you naked and crying for him.

nothing could ever top this – your legs folded close to your chest, your ankles hooked on his shoulders, your pretty make up running as tears trickle from the corners of your eyes and flood your cheeks.

he thrusts his fingers in your cunt again, breathless when it punches out another slick gush of your squirt, drenching you two even more. you squeal, body locking, your hips lifting from the bed. simon has to press down on your belly to keep you stable.

"siii!" you cry out, thrashing on his hold, but simon just kisses your leg as he continues to fuck his fingers in you.

"shh," simon murmurs, feeling so choked up at the sight you make. "one more for me, yeah?"

you moan out a reply, a garbled mixture of 'yes' and his name, before wrapping your hands around his arms, your acrylics digging into his skin. simon doesn't even register the pain, still too caught up at fingering you to feel the way you're clawing him.

still too caught up at how perfect you are for him.

(later, when he checks the mirror and sees the angry red welts, simon purrs at the sight of them. because simon loves being marked by you, doesn't matter how, as long as he has bearings of your pleasure. pleasure he gave you.)

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simon receives a video message from you. it’s nothing long or conspicuous, but simon still chokes when he finally gets to watch it.

because in the video, you’re wearing simon’s old varsity shirt on top of your university cheer uniform.

“look!” you chirp, twirling for him. “found this in the closet!”

simon slams his captain’s door open and demands a vacation leave.

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the lieutenant has a new tattoo and johnny doesn't know what the actual shit it's supposed to be.

it looks like a wriggly blob of a... cloud? a cotton ball? candy floss?

it was still a somewhat fresh tattoo so simon never truly shows it off – johnny doesn't even know if it's worthy of being shown off – until one night at a bar, simon rolls up the sleeves of his jumper and leans to the squad to point at the blob.

"lookit," he slurs, tipsy and just a touch giddy.

finally, johnny cheers to himself before reaching forward to poke just beside the scribble.

"what's it?"

"mittens," their lieutenant croons, smiling down at his skin like a weirdo.

johnny has seen enough mittens to know that whatever that fucking squiggle is isn't mittens.

"uhm," kyle says, thankfully thinking along the same lines as johnny. "is it?"

"yeah," simon says wistfully, drunken in a lovesick way. "s'my girl's cat. she drew it f'r me."

oh. well, fuck. now that's just too cute.

wait.

"that's a drawing of a cat?" johnny rasps out, choking on his spit before turning to study the tattoo again.

it's still a fucking blob.

christ.

[chitra111goddess]

VEDIC ASTROLOGY NOTES ♡

(Can apply to any planet placement)

⚡️Ashwini women always stand out to me with their creativity especially in acting , they rly know to embody the character they're playing to the fullest even irl it may be easier for them to shift thro different identities or alter-egos just for funsies

⚡️There's smtg about purva phalguni women , they're gorgeous but for some reason I noticed they get hate esp from other women like they're called fake or pick-mes or they make up stories hmm

⚡️Purva ashadha women are so inspiring like they're always the ones to be teaching or preaching or saying smtg inspiring/motivational. They're beauties with soul and a mind of their own ! If u know a purva ashadha better take notes 📝

⚡️Magha women love wearing black and something about their looks or style is unconventional/gothy, it suits them

⚡️Uttara-phalguni women are so headstrong bruh and they have this leadership aura about them, they're gonna do what THEY think is right. Like other sun-ruled nakshatras they easily get attention

⚡️Mrigashira women love the push & pull , cat &mouse game, they either attract this dynamic or they create it themselves. There's also smth about Mrigashira and obsession 👀

⚡️Jyestha women embody the wild feminine archetype imo, when evolved theyre truly empowered and have this idgaf energy. people may be threatened by their power or skills. Their voice or the way the speak is commanding and naturally charismatic

⚡️Swati/ardra and their eyes 👁👁 most captivating eyes imo I'm in luv

⚡️Purva bhadrapada women seem to attract or be drawn to men with dark nature or men who carry trauma ? Or they know how to bring that out in a man

⚡️Dhanishta women love dancing and they appear to be friendly or have many acquaintances but very little people they relate to. Popular girlies

⚡️Rohini women feminine energy is undeniable , something about them feels innocent yet erotic. They just give off this juicy fertile vibee lmao💦 unlike jyestha which is more dry (not in a bad way its just different 💀)

⚡️Anuradha women are secretive as hell even if they tell u shit don't think u have them all figured out. there's so much to unpack with them , they're generally intriguing complex characters

⚡️Most bratty nakshatras are mrigashira and chitra lmao

⚡️Revati women are pretty privilege girlies also they're master manipulators 👀 they know how to use their femininity to get what they want

⚡️Pushya women have big MOMMY energy. they seem/look mature. They're either the ones taking care of others or others take care of them

⚡️Uttara bhadrapada women have dualistic nature they're either the sweetest ppl u know or ur worst nightmare depending on who theyre dealing with 💀they're like a mirror projecting and reflecting back ur inner self back at ya (Pisces energy) also don't forget the karmic saturn influence.. u don't wanna mess w them or any other saturn ruled woman

⚡️Viahaka women go through intense ups and downs , starting from their good girl phase then they snap and go wild then they mature/become spiritual

⚡️Chitra women secretly (or not so secretly) enjoy drama , they're either the ones caught up in it or they play the role of the "judge" where they can solve conflicts between others. Somehow they're surrounded by it.

⚡️Don't underestimate krittika women especially when it comes to survival 💀 these women can be dangerous and will stab a bitch if they rly had to (whether its for defending loved ones or them surviving) their symbol is 🔪 after all and taurus/aries gives them that survival instinct

⚡️Ardra women can make great poets/song writers , their creativity and inspiration stems from their own 'tragic' experiences

⚡️Punarvasu women remind me of that quote "home is where the heart is" they always end up coming back to their origins and what they feel in their heart

Lemme know ur thoughts & what I should make next

[aajjks]

FUCK! (II)

synopsis. You hated your roommate but he had the biggest crush on you, fuck.

pairing: fboy!jk x fem!reader

genre: f2l, e2l, roommates au, fboy au (wow so many cliches), comedy au, mature themes, bad language, sex jokes.

warnings. mature explicit themes, wet dreams, jealousy, exes and oh’s, simp koo, fboy koo, horny koo, yn is stressed as always, a cute coffee date, lovesick koo! bad decisions 101.

disclaimer. this is purely fictional and this doesn’t represent bts’ jungkook irl. mature themes 18+ content ahead. mdni. ps. this jungkook thinks w his dick 👍

note. hi, share feedback plz, send asks because they keep me really motivated <333 ENJOY!

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Jungkook wants you.

It’s clear, no matter what he does, you’re always stuck in his mind. You’re buried deep inside his brain,

The man wakes up panting. His blurry vision slowly clears out as he tries to calm himself down. “F-Fuck!” He exclaims, looking around to see the walls of his bedroom.

The scene plays out clearly in his mind, the dream so vivid and he finds himself distracted.

“Kook…”

You barely whisper, caressing his cheeks as you lean closer to him, Jungkook feels his heart rate quicken, your scent already taking over his consciousness, “you’re so good to me.” You confess, looking into his eyes with your wild E/C ones,

His knees feel so weak.

His eyes settle on your mouth, he can feel himself foaming, “such a good boy…” he praise him, your tone is so sultry, he cannot bring himself to utter a single word.

You have him tranced.

“So much better than he ever was..” you lovingly stare at him, lusty haze clouds your eyes, Jungkook can’t even focus on your words.

You’re such a dream for him.

“Good boys deserve a good kiss.” Your words send a shiver down his spine, and you kiss him, hard.

And he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back with the same passion.

“SHIT. now I’m hard.”

He’s embarrassing. “Fuck I’m such a whore.” He mumbles to himself, but the guy can’t stop smiling, last night was so good.

You were so close to him, protected in his arms as he held you so gently, Jungkook could live last night forever again.

But you were so broken too, crying so softly, it wasn’t easy for him to see you like that, you hardly ever opened up to him.

You were a closed off person, maybe wrong wording but you didn’t really like to share much about your life with him.

“You deserve the world YN…” Jungkook sighs and gets up from his bed, he stretches his shoulders, yet the ache between his legs doesn’t really let him move too much.

He ignores it and picks up his phone.

Today was Monday, you were at work, and he needed to get ready for work too, Jungkook opened your number and bit his lip.

His fingers type and he smiles like a fool.

yn 💌: coffee at 7?

me: cool, near your work place right?

and with a huge smile on his face, he puts the phone down.

“This shower is definitely going to be so long.” He sighs again, excitement flowing through his veins.

He was truly in love for the first time.

With you.

You wait for Jungkook to come, the place smells like heaven to you, fresh smell of coffee brewing, God you could stay here forever.

Today was exhausting at work but when was it not? Your boss was a pain in the ass, you hated rich narcissistic people.

But, thank you to the person that invented coffee.

“Hello ma’am, ready to order?”

You look up and give the waiter a small smile, “in a few minu- hey babe.”

Jungkook’s voice almost startled you, there he stood in all his glory, a t shirt and tight jeans with a rough leather jacket on his body.

He looked good but he was late.

“You’re late, Jeon.” You roll your eyes as he sits down right in front of you, a cheeky smile on his lips, he was awful.

But it was Jungkook.

“sorry, work was awful.” You couldn’t disagree with him on that. “True…. So, I’m gonna order.” You turn your attention to the waiter.

“Sorry for the wait…. But I’ll just take this one, please?” You point on the menu, “thank you.” You thank the man and jungkook follows your lead.

As the waiter leaves, Jungkook speaks up. “You’re gonna pay for my coffee right?” He jokes, you smile.

“Of course my invitation so my treat.” You both giggle and your eyes wander around the cafe.

Your smile dies as soon as a familiar face comes into your view.

“What’s wrong, YN?”

Jungkook stares at you with worry, “YN?”

“K-Kyung soo’s here.” That’s all you can say but Jungkook gets the hint immediately, “so?” He questions, his jaw clenching as he notices your tense demeanour, “he’s coming towards us.”

“Fun!” He mumbles. “Don’t worry I got you.” He grabs your hand and squeezes it.

You close your eyes and try to calm down.

“YN?!”

That voice, you can’t forget it, you open your eyes to see that familiar face once again in a long time. “Hey Kyung soo!?” You force a smile out, unknowingly giving Jungkook’s hand a firm squeeze back.

You feel so nervous and anxious.

“Nice seeing you here! You still get coffee from here huh? You look good, YN.”

Your ex boyfriend points out and you feel your cheeks heat up.

You’re not sure why.

“U-Uh y’know I like specific places.” You reply, not noticing Jungkook who’s almost glaring at your ex.

“Of course, umm, who’s this?”

Kyung soo noticed however, and asks you, “o-oh yes! This is Jungkook..” you introduce your housemate awkwardly to your ex boyfriend.

“Oh- her boyfriend.” Your eyes widen and you look at Jungkook with absolute shock.

“O-Oh.”

“Yeah, nice to meet you, who are you?”

“Her ex, u-uh nevermind, YN it was nice to see you, hope you’re happy.” The other man hurries away, you stay frozen at your place.

“WHAT WAS THAT, JUNGKOOK?”

“I said I got you.” He winks, a wicked smile on his face and he shrugs.

Being your fake boyfriend was only step one into becoming your real boyfriend.

“Oh look, our orders are here!”

And Jungkook was a determined man.

[yesimilkdamilkman]

⋆.˚ ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝟏𝟒𝟏 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫... {𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑}

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞; Render credits: @ave661 Part 3, is finally here!! Different format this time :33 Yes, I know its been a very long time. 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠.

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; hybrid bunny! reader taking care of big meaty men, while they're sick.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; Everybody is sick or gets sick, cough cough. heavy simon x reader and price x reader this time.

04.14.24 | 𝟕𝟏𝟓 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

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Taking temperatures, making tea, switching sheets, running baths, heading to the forest for fruits, herbs, and honey. That was the last 2 days for you, everyone came back from a mission, and they were feeling alright at first. But then it hit them, starting with Soap, then Gaz, Price, and finally Simon.

Gaz was constantly throwing up, giving you no more than an hour before you had to change his sheets again. Simon was mostly asleep, but he had a fever and a dry throat. Soap was the first to have a fever before it hit everyone else, Price was right along with Simon, dead asleep; which Price reminded you of the bears once winter came. The tea that they had, was good somewhat healthy for them, you made some enough to tie them over while you ventured out to the wildness,

You plucked berries off the bushes, collecting raw honey from bee hives. It brought you a sense of nostalgia, your life before you were hit by that car. But no time to think about the past, you have sick friends at home who are counting on you.

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Getting back not too long after your departure there was a loud thump as you stepped in through the back door. Quickly dropping the basket, and rushing up the stairs, to find the source. You peeked in everyone's room, you finally made it to Price's room, he was fine for the most part. But his lamp was on the floor along with a few cigars..

"Ah, luv be a doll an- *cough* and me a cigar will ya?" Price dared to ask you for a cigar while he was sick, and he knew how you felt about them; as they weren't good for him or the environment in any way. You let out a loud huff, large ears dropping a bit before you grabbed them.

Price's face started to light, thinking you would give him one. But much to his dismay up picked them up and walked right past him, opening up his window and chucking them out. Price for once was dumbfounded by your behavior, opened up his mouth to question your actions but was interrupted by a coughing fit. You quickly left the room, and brought back some water, to tie him over once more until you could make the tea.

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You've made everyone tea, even though when it came to giving it to Gaz, he was a little hesitant that you got it from the forest. You really don't see the problem, if it's from the forest; that's been untouched by man, then it's healthier the fruits they buy at the store.

Simon did scare the shit out of you, coming out of his room while you were half asleep, making more tea for Soap. He was just standing in the entrance of of the room, watching and could feel his gaze shooting daggers into your back.

You could hear the floor creak under him, as he approached you. Adding some of his body weight to you. calloused fingers running through your curls, his other hand wrapping around your waist and swaying your bodies together.

"Rest, you must." you say quietly, enjoying the moment you two were having. Only getting a grunt in response, as your bodies continue to sway with one another.

You could see his finger slowly reaching for something in your peripheral, you slapped Simon's hand away, realizing he was trying to stick his finger in the tea. Quickly slapping his hand away, you ask "What's wrong? Cough, dry throat, headache, fever?" you began naming things off the top of your head.

"Headache," He said almost immediately. You moved away from him, opened up the fridge, and grabbed some tea you had pre-made, just in case. Heating it up, and forcing Simon back to bed.

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As the week passed everyone got better and recovered, they were called back 2 weeks later and were gone for 3 days. and when they returned. Their bunny wasn't at the door trying to hug them all at once, but instead was found upstairs in Price's bed, wrapped in Simon's blanket, wearing Soap's socks, and wearing one of Gaz's gloves. With tissues everywhere, and a trash nearly full of throw up.

They got you sick.

Tagist : @h0ney-mushroom, @bangtandaze

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 29 all chapters

WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

-You dare not put it down on the big tablet on your easel where John will see, but you can’t stop yourself from drawing it out in your smaller sketchbook-journal that is easier to squirrel away under clutter, putting down marks like you mean to exorcise her from your memory. You draw her like a ghost in her field of happy white flowers, and write in the margins in your looping script, I’m sorry. I don’t know how to make him forgive you. You want me to save him but I don’t know how. I don’t fucking know how.

Maybe she’ll actually hear your plea and do something useful about it, like haunt John’s dreams instead of yours.

Maybe you’re losing your damn mind. 

You find that either way, you’re not brave enough to mention her to your captor again.

She becomes an obsession, and you keep drawing her in your little sketchbook. You’ve only ever seen one picture of her. It was in the den, but has since disappeared. Still, you feel you know the lines of her face, the brightness of her eyes. You go back to your old fixation with the ladies of Mucha, sketching her out as the Lady of the Daisies with flowing auburn hair surrounded by her stylized flowers and flowing lines.

You strive to cover your true fixation by putting down anything as quickly as you can on the easel, knowing your captor will be by for inspection. You draw sunflowers, your favorite summer bloom, something fun but you can do with your eyes closed with colorful, juicy strokes of oil pastels. You hope to keep John off the scent of the book that holds your heartfelt neuroses that you bury under piles of all your new art supplies and anything else you can find.

It was stupid, of course, to think you could really hide anything from him.

One day you find him in the chair with his legs crossed, perusing your sketch journal with one of those magnificent thunderheads of a frown.

You are certain you are fucked, when he asks, “Is this your idea of a joke?”

Trembling as you imagine what he’s going to do to you for this infraction, you answer truthfully, “No.”

He closes the book with a snap, crossing the floor to stand before you, his powerful body moving deceptively slow, the way a tiger appears slothful in the jungle.

You know he can snap you up with one bite.

You cannot stop shaking, as he peers down that straight nose at you, pinning you with black eyes that somehow burn. He does not touch you, but God. He sees everything. You just know that he sees everything, and you find you are terrified of how he’ll react.  

“Have you been snooping through my things?”

“No.” The irony of him holding your sketch diary is not lost on you, but wisely you hold your tongue.

“How did you know what she looked like?”

“You had a picture out of her, ages ago.” At least, it felt like a like a lifetime ago.

“How did you know about the daisies?”

Now you know he’s going to flip his shit. It sounds fucking absurd, even to you. Your voice can barely rasp past what feels like dried twigs in your throat to whisper, “I saw them in a dream.”

You expect him to scoff and call you a liar. But he just searches your face, his eyes a little too wild for your liking. Here we go. He’d been damn near stable the past few days, but surely this will set him off.

You close your eyes, unable to watch the unfolding of your doom. This is it. He’s going to lock you up forever. You’ll never see the light of day again. The trembling in your frame kicks up to ten, and you hug yourself just to have something to hold on to.

When his next question comes, he could push you over with a feather.

“What does she say?”

You shake your head, realizing your cheeks are wet with tears.

“Nothing. She just…offers me the flower.” Going for broke you add, “She looks so sad.”

It is the sound of tearing paper that opens your eyes; with horror you find John making confetti of your art nouveau sketch that took hours to do. However, any protest dies on your lips—if destroying the drawing appeases him, maybe he won’t take it out on you.

Without another word, just a hard look, he stalks from the room.

Only when the sound of his footsteps fade down the hall do you let out the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, your knees quivering like leaves in a storm.

However, you are not foolish enough to believe you’re in the clear just yet.

-Later, there is no dinner. You find the kitchen cold and empty. Not sure what to make of this, you graze in the fridge, before returning to your bedroom. Not sure where John has gotten off to, you shower, then go to bed, finding yourself lying awake in the dark without him beside you, almost itchy without his steady presence in the evening at your side.

Part of it might be that you fear something is brewing, and you can’t stand the waiting…but part of it might simply be that you miss him, as fucked up as that is.

In the end, against your better judgement, you go looking.

You search the house, until the only room that is left is the garage. Silently you open the door, slipping through without a sound. You too are learning how to move quiet as a wraith. The smell of rubber and oil assaults your nostrils. Classic rock is playing low on the radio. In the far bay, the hood of the Mustang is open, and John is bent over inside, wrenching on something and muttering to himself. There is a partially empty bottle of Blanton’s Bourbon on the workbench behind him, and an empty glass.

Unable to stop yourself from committing what perhaps might prove to be suicide, you creep to the other side of the Land Rover, using it as cover as you eavesdrop on this man grumbling to the ghost of his deceased wife.  

“What do you want from me? I loved you. I loved you with every fucking fiber of my being, but you left me. I died with you the day you left me, and she is the only thing that makes me feel alive again. I need her, and she never would have come to me on her own. She never would have stayed. She never would have stayed.”

He says this to himself over and over, and it wrenches your heart, because you know it isn’t true.

You think you manage to creep back out again without him noticing, Led Zeppelin on the radio disguising the sound of the door.

When at last he comes to bed and wraps you in his arms, holding you too hard for comfort, you feign sleep, smelling the bourbon fumes on his breath. You can’t help but tense, wondering if he will forget his promise this deep in his cups.

But he just sighs into your hair, crushing you as he pulls you even closer, and you don’t know why it breaks your heart all over again.

[dellalyra]

I looked at the prompt list, but i literally COULD NOT decide, but i was thinking, what if Megumi or Tsumiki had a really bad nightmare? How would Gojo and Reader help them? I was thinking baby Megumi, in his sleepy, not being as menacing and just being scared and asking reader for help (cause gojo would bully him)

Also Ily, thank you for your service to society.

A/N: cryin screamin throwin up i can’t this was so sweet to write I think I got a cavity. Having soft sleepy baby Megumi made me so happy to write bc I feel he definitely had his vulnerable tiny little boy moments with these two after he settled in - still a prickly little cactus man most days but occasionally he just needed a cuddle - bc who wouldn’t? Especially if it’s Gojo giving them. Also ily and thank you so much these kind of messages MAKE MY FUCKIN DAY. Keep em coming!!!!!

listen to: luv note - chloe moriondo

la lune - billie marten

A Little Extra Love

Waking up to the sound of obvious nightmares wasn’t unusual for you. You’d been sleeping beside Satoru for a couple of years now, and you’ve shared rooms with Geto and Shoko - the four of you have seen too much shit to sleep unscathed. At least once a month, you’d be sitting with Satoru, still shaking and crying from the lingering feelings of fear and pain stemming from the nightmare - of Riko, of Suguru, of Toji - of losing you. You were no stranger yourself, dreams of bloodied white hair in your lap and vacant blue eyes with a stab wound through his throat plagued you - the image of Suguru holding a young girl's corpse, of the last time you saw Haibara all poisoned your sleep now and again.

So waking at 2am to the sounds of soft whimpers made you immediately turn around to wake your boyfriend from what you expected to be his nightmare - only to find him fast asleep, hair wild across the pillow and drool leaking from the corner of his mouth as he lay starfished across the bed. There was no relief however in seeing a peaceful Satoru - because that meant it was one of the kids.

They’d been with you for about 9 months now, and it was almost Megumi’s 7th birthday.

You bolted up, trying to stay silent as you creeped out your door and ran down the hallway to the kids rooms - the sound was coming from Megumi’s room so you softly opened the door and came face to face with a sight that broke your heart. Megumi was clutching his frog plush so tight that his small knuckles were white and his face was contorted in fear - whimpers and soft cries coming from his trembling mouth.

Dashing across to his bed, you gently sat on the bed beside him. You knew that waking anyone - let alone a 6 year old - abruptly from a nightmare would only cause more fear, so you began to softly coo his name and stroke his soft black hair away from his face. After about 20 seconds, you placed a hand on his little chest and rubbed soothing circles - causing his eyes to flash open and the frog to be clutched even tighter to his chest as he let out a yelp at whatever woke him, eyes wide and petrified frantically scanning the room before he surprised you by flinging his tiny arms around your neck and clutching you right and crawling his way into your lap.

“You’re okay sweet boy, you’re safe. It was a nasty dream, that’s all.” You coo into his hair, with the softest voice you can muster. You hate seeing him like this, you wish he didn’t have the trauma he did so he could worry about things normal little boys did instead.

He sniffled into your chest, head pressed into your fluffy pyjama top face first. You continue the slow cycles on his back and wrap your arm around his legs to keep his close to you.

“Do you wanna talk about it, baby?” You ask.

He shudders, but nods.

“He c-came to get us, my dad, he came in here and took me and ‘Miki and said w-we had to leave with him to the big Zen’in family and never come home again and h-he said you didn’t w-want us and-” and the sobs took over as you got the gist of the dream and if the ghost of Toji Fushiguro was in front of you right now you’d kill him and send him back to hell again.

“Oh, my sweet boy - that’s never gonna happen. We’re never leaving you or Tsumiki, we always will want you guys - we love you both so much. I promise, no matter how much me and Satoru annoy you guys you can’t get rid of us, ‘Kay? We’re a family now. Your dad isn’t taking you from us, pinky promise.”

‘Because your unofficially adopted father killed him and him and I threatened the Zen’in family so much that they’re too scared to come within a mile of you two!’ Is the bit you leave out.

You also leave out that you and Satoru are looking at legally adopting them - that’s for another, happier time.

He sticks his little pinkie finger out and locks it with yours, sniffling a tiny bit more and rubbing his face (snot and all) onto your koala print top, but you couldn��t care less when you can feel the shaking start to settle.

“We can stay with you guys forever, ‘Miki too? Even though she has no magic stuff like me and you guys because the Zen’in said that she wasn’t worth keeping and -” He asks.

“Megumi - we don’t want you two because of what you can or can’t do - we love you guys as Megumi and Tsumiki, nothing else. Even if neither of you could do any of that stuff, you’re stuck with us, okay? Satoru and I have enough magic to keep us all safe - the whole family, okay?” You hate the Zen’in family for even planting that fear in his little brain.

“I love you too.” He says as his tears dry and you wipe his little face. This is only the second time he’s said it to you both, once was a few weeks ago when you and Satoru put him to sleep and both whispered “love you!” into his softly lit room and he whispered “love you guys too.”

You both sobbed that night - you’re both only 21 - can’t be doing that bad of a job with them if he says it back, can you?

“You’re such a brave boy. If you get more yucky dreams again, you come get me or Satoru, okay?” You plonk a kiss on his spiky hair.

“Just you. Not Satoru.” He looks down, fiddling with your necklace.

“Why not, sweetie?”

“I - don’t want him to know.”

“About the nightmares?”

He nods.

“He - he’s the strongest. I don’t want him to think I’m not brave or strong.” He says, words that shouldn’t even compute that way in his head.

“Absolutely not - baby, who told you that being scared makes you not brave or strong?” You tilt his little head up.

“My dad.”

“Well your dad’s dumb then. You can only be really brave if you’re scared. Being scared and fighting anyway is the bravest thing a person can do, I promise. Think about it this way - who’s the bravest and strongest person you know?” You ask as he giggles at you saying Toji’s dumb (you’ve plenty of other names too for that man.)

“You and Satoru.” He says with such resolve your heart melts, you expected him to say Satoru, so being included felt good.

“Satoru and I both get nightmares too, I had one last week, Satoru a few nights ago. It doesn’t mean you’re not brave or strong - it just means you need a little extra love, that’s all.” You nod at him, and you seem the surprise in his eyes at the revelation that the strongest and bravest people he knows get nightmares too, shattering the words Toji had planted into smithereens. How could nightmares mean you’re not those things if you guys had them? You had to know, because you and Aunty Koko were the smartest people in the world. Maybe Ijichi too.

He’s quiet for a minute.

“So if I have a bad dream - I can come get you or Satoru?” He asks.

“You can get more or him for anything at all, honey, not just bad dreams. We’re always here for you, and nothing will change our minds about how much we love you, or how brave and strong and smart and kind you are - ‘Kay?” He nods into your chest at this.

He settles down, small fingers still fiddling with your pendant.

“C’mon, do you wanna come stay with us in our room tonight?” You say.

He thinks for a second.

Then nods, and yawns.

So you lift him onto your hip, ensuring he has his frog and his water bottle and carry him down the hall into your room. Satoru’s still splayed across the bed like he’s determined to use every single centimetre of his long ass body to claim territory.

You point at the drool on his face and Megumi giggles, hearing Satoru order dessert in his sleep.

You lay him down between you both, and crawl in under the covers as he settles in - the movement stirring Satoru, who’s eyes open and he looks in confusion.

“Princess whatcha doin’ up? S’late. Wait - what you doin’ here kid?” He slurs, lifting himself onto his side to face you both.

Megumi looks at you and you smile, tucking him into the bed with you both.

“‘Gumi had a bad dream, ‘toru - so he’s going to stay with us tonight, a little extra love - yeah?” You say, petting both your boys hair. ‘A little extra love’ was what you had said to Satoru when you found him awake after a nightmare back in first year of high school. He smiled at that, eyes dropping back closed as he ruffled Megumi’s hair.

“Bad dream are the worst, aren’t they kiddo? I hate ‘em. If any bad guys come near you I’ll blast them into space, ‘kay? You just shout for me in your dream and let me deal with ‘em.” Satoru mumbles, sleep quickly taking him again, as he shuffles in closer to the middle and you both wrap an arm around the little boy who is snuggling in to return to sleep.

“Promise?” Megumi asks, poking Satoru’s nose.

“Pinky promise.” Satoru replies, lips quirked but eyes shut.

Megumi smiles softly to himself, and hugs his frog and shuts his eyes.

You let out a yawn, eyes closing heavy.

“Goodnight boys, I love you both.”

“Night Y/N. Luh’ you too.” Megumi mumbles, hair splayed almost identically to Satoru’s.

“Night night, Princess. Love ya’ always, you too kiddo.”

No more nightmares that night, just four sleeping soundly in a quiet cottage.

[ave09]

moon boys head-cannons: amusement parks

note: this is MY personal opinion, MY headcannons, do not judge, por favor

steven

“bit dodgy, innit? i mean—it could run right off the track-“

“steven, it’s perfectly safe. there’s a track, it can’t fly off.”

“anything could happen, luv.”

steven would honestly have the time of his life, although he’d refuse to go on the big rollar coasters. 

he’d adore the carousel.

“lookit! the little ponies—aw and a giraffe-come here darling, let’s ride matching ponies-“

finds bits of history in every attraction. 

“this here—see the design—? it reminds me of these egyptian ruins-“

constantly distracted.

“we should get some food—or candy—or candy floss—is it called cotton candy here? ooo, luv look-“

he would last a couple hours before wanting to go home.

“the crowds-the loud noises-nope-no more-“

“you want to go home?”

“yes-“

marc

“i dare you to go on this ride with me.”

“no.”

“come on-“

this man, as grumpy as he seems, wants to do everything. 

“big roller coaster? loop de loops? upside down shit? hell yeah-“

but then he tends to also be very motion sick. 

“ya know what—never again-“ 

at first he was skeptical of this sort of vacation.

“amusement park? sweetheart, when you said, ‘vacation,’ i thought you meant me, you, and the bedroom-“ 

but in the end, he enjoys it more then you do.

“that ride was wild! let’s do it again-“

“you just said it made you want to puke-“

“all part of the thrill baby-“

food. food. food.

“okay-here’s the plan-two lunches, two dinners, and one post dinner meal-“

“marc-“

“have you seen how much food there is”

“you’re gonna puke it up later.”

“okay and-?”

refuses to do any water rides… for some obvious reasons and some internal.

“i’m not getting wet. nope. nada.”

his social battery outlasts yours surprisingly.

“marc, it’s dark now-“

“all the rides are lit up now—let’s ride ‘em all again-“

“you’ve thrown up three times-“

“it’s the experience-“

only when he realizes how exhausted you are does he give in to leaving.

“we should do this again.”

“and i thought this wasn’t your type of vacation?”

“shush-“

jake

this man does everything. 

and i mean everything.

you thought marc was crazy—jake lockley is crazier.

“cariño. come—bumper cars—“

bumper cars are his favorite, and he gets so aggressive with it.

“beep beep hijo de putas” (motherfuckers 💀)

he then proceeds to ram into a group of kids.

“jAke-“

“what? it’s the point of the ride-“

he enjoys the water rides, unlike someone, but hates getting wet.

“Maldita sea, mi sombrero está mojado.” (dammit my hat is wet)

“i told you to take it off-“

“i like this hat-“

a bit picky when it comes to the food.

“why is everything deep fried?”

“what did you expect?”

“not deep fried mierda.”

he hates the long lines.

“amor, i could stab everyone here and we could go on the bumper cars right now-“

“you’re not stabbing anyone-“

“but-“

“no.” 

his social butterfly wings die quickly.  

“Estoy harto de esto.”

“you ready to go home?” 

“sì… but.. un paseo más en los carros chocones. (one more ride on the bumper cars)

[stylespresleyhearted]

ILLICIT AFFAIRS ✨ : THE WEDDING (social media edition)

masterlist can be found here | illicit affairs

warnings: based on austin x callum x reader. throuple (of sorts.)

alexachung the most beautiful bride 👏🏼

fan02 OMFG ITS HAPPENING

user23 I bet that guest list is WILD

keoghan92 Anthony Boyle - the only man to post a selfie of himself instead of the couple

anthonyboyle oi fuck off! arcticbree lol thanks! we value the privacy?? 😂

user23 holy shit alex turner florence welch lana del rey — all of bree’s friends!

keoghan92 @sabrinacarpenter SMASHED IT

fan12 didn’t callum feel weird having alex turner perform?? him and bree had a thing

fan31 Alex and Bree have stayed friends through the years and it’s obvious they care about each other. Callum is now her husband I’m sure if he wasn’t okay with it Alex wouldn’t be there. user31 I NEED TO KNOW WHO PERFORMED WHAT????!!!??

user23 celebrating harder than the bride and groom 🤣

keoghan92 I’m still fucking hungover

anthonyboyle we’re fucking Irish what do they expect? arcticbree you finished ALL the booze

keoghan92 at least it didn’t go to waste

fan21 uhhhhh austin liking this??? austin this is ur friends WIFE

user12 i think he was busy with work and couldn’t make it but he’s liking all their posts 🥹

deuxmoi never beating the throuple allegations

user97 she is fiiinneeeee 😍

fan23 we luv supportive friends!!! 😭

user21 I want to be there so bad

alexachung one of you send it to me! anthonyboyle 🫡

keoghan92 Anyone else want it? Any takers? austinbutler Me.

[444rockstargf]

need more sloppy smut ☹️ i luv desperate and sloppy stuff (im mentally ill.)

anyways something with any rory character of ur choice (altho id prefer clyde or charlie coz i feel like theyd be say this)

like reader and the character r tryna yk figure out their kinks and boundaries together. its all full of jokes and really sloppy but then reader sucks on a part of his boobie (leavin a hickey like just above his nipple) and he goes "oh.. i liked that..." "yeah?" "do it again, baby.." "do what?" and she has a lil smirk on her face "wh-what you just did.. do that again.."

(this totally wasnt some dialogue from a professor cal audio...)

this request has me on my knees 🧎🏽‍♀️

"this is my idea of fun." | clyde

video games. - lana del rey

female!reader x clyde

contents: cockwarming, very sloppy shit, creampie

you and clyde were laying down on the carpet and staring at the ceiling. you were talking about the kinkiest things youve ever done. you talked about things that you'd done with your old partner, but you never found any of them to your taste.

clyde had rambled for a while about how he's still trying to find himself sexually, what ever that meant. so that's how you found yourself sitting on top of him, sloppily making out while you cockwarmed him.

he would occasionally buck his hips upward into you, sliding in just a little more from how overwhelmingly wet you were. you hands played with his hair as you exchanged sloppy kisses with eachother, which you knew was something that drove him wild.

your pussy was dripping wet all over his hard cock, which only made this whole thing a lot more pleasureable for the two of you. your lips started travelling to his neck, leaving soft little kisses there. they moved down to his collarbone, doing the same thing. clyde's breath got caught in his throat a few times from the feeling of your soft lips on his skin.

you lips continued travelling down until you got to his chest, which you stayed for a while. you sucked on the skin, leaving a red mark on him. he grinned at you. "o-oh... that felt nice..." he said softly as his hands fondled with your tits, his fingers brushing over your sensitive nipples.

"oh yeah..?" you said as you moved back to his collarbone. he moved his hips once again, some of your liquids dripping out of your messy little pussy. "d-do it again, baby... please..." he whispered. "you want me to mark you up, baby?" you teased, looking at him with your big doe eyes. he nodded, slightly embarrassed.

you moved your lips back to his chest, sucking on the skin slightly more harshly this time. "like this..?" you said against his chest, leaving another red mark right beside the previous one. "y-yeah... just like that" he started kneading your hard nipples in between his fingers, making you whimper softly. he laughed softly. "you like that, baby?" you kept on sucking on his chest, nodding.

he continued toying with your tits, feeling your dripping pussy getting even wetter on his cock. he rocked his hips a little, getting a small moan out of you. you left several mark across his chest, making them all in a heart shape. clyde connected his lips with yours once more.

this kiss was even sloppier than the previous one, the sound of your tongues swirling with eachother audiable for both of you to hear. you started moving against his cock just a little, hearing the sound of your wet cunt begging for more movement.

clyde moved his mouth to your tits, planting wet kisses all over them and whispering gentle little compliments. "so perfect..." he'd say before moving his tongue over your nipples. he was so gentle with his touch that you felt as if you could fall asleep right there.

you continued to play with his hair, braiding it and tangling it around your fingers as you felt your body starting to heat up. his hips started bucking into you ever so slightly, the sticky sound of your cunt bringing a smile to his face.

you and clyde made eye contact as he sucked on your tits. he hummed slightly, making your body shiver. he moved his hands down to your hips, caressing them gently. you brought your lips back to his chest, continuing to leave hickies everywhere that you could.

clyde groaned softly at the feeling of you sucking on his skin. it was like his body had completely surrendered to you. he body trembled slightly as he felt himself cumming inside of you, his and your cum dripping out of you. the whole thing was just so wet and messy and sloppy, but neither of you could get enough.

author's note: thank you so much for the request! this one made me feel things that ive never felt before. sorry that this ones a little short, but my ideas kind of spiraled out of control and i didnt know where it would lead to. requests are still open!

[blueysobssesions]

hobie, pav, and miles (separately)×reader who just absolutely slays the house down in heels?? like im talking running and dancing and wilding out n shit in like 6 inch stilettos (totally isnt me lololol)

~ Damn, slay. I probably would trip and fall flat if I wear one of those lmao.

˚ · .˚ ༘🦋⋆｡˚ - Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, and Miles Morales

Hobie Brown

You recently bought this stiletto for you. It was black and had a sleek design. You immediately fell in love with it. Putting it on, you felt a surge of confidence. You felt the urge to... run around the apartment with these >:) so, you did. As you pranced around, feeling unstoppable in your new stilettos, 

"babe- bloody 'ell!" he exclaimed, catching sight of you. Seeing you running towards him and embracing him, "Hobieeee, I got theseee" he chuckled, admiring your enthusiasm. "Those 'ilettos look amazing on ya, luv' " he said, giving you a playful twirl. You laughed, facing him. "Don't tell me ya ran with them 'ilettos on" he smirked, looking down at the stilettos. "Of course I did!" you replied, flashing him a mischievous grin. He was surprised, because those silettos were not exactly practical for running. "Ya certainly know 'ow to make an entrance," he chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Pff, you think that's impressive? Just wait until you see what I do next," you smirked, raising an eyebrow. "I've got a few more tricks up my sleeve," you added, winking at him. He smirked, "I'll be 'ere, laughin' me arse off when ya trip and fall face down in those." You playfully nudged him, "Oh, don't worry. I've mastered the art of walking in heels. No falls for me." He raised an eyebrow skeptically, "We'll see about that." 

Pavitr Prabhakar

"A-aren't you going to trip!?" he exclamied, his hands ready to catch you when you fall but, you seem to be defying all odds and gracefully maneuvering in those stilettos. "No need to worry Pav.. I'll be okay!" you confidently replied, flashing a mischievous smile. Continuing on to walk fast around the living room, he just sat there on the couch... amazed. Usually, those type of stilettos would leave anyone struggling to walk, let alone run and dance. But there you were, defying expectations and moving with an effortless grace. It was as if those stilettos were an extension of your body. It was a sight to behold. "God, I love these!" you exclaimed, twirling around. Pav fingers slighty flinched when you did that. "Careful..." he pouted, "I don't want you to trip and hurt yourself," he added, concern evident in his voice. You replied with a smile, "I won't!" 

or

"SLAY"

Miles Morales

"Woah, there!" Miles Morales exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise. "You've got some serious skills to be running and dancing in those 6-inch stilettos, mami" he chuckled. Watching you literally walk like a model, he hears the heels click against the pavement, creating a rhythm that matches your confident stride. "I gotta admit, I'm impressed," Miles added, his admiration evident in his voice. "But be careful, babe. You don't wanna have that ankle give out on you. It would be a shame to see those killer moves come to a stop." Miles grinned, his playful tone masking genuine concern. You chuckled, "Oh, Miles. You haven't seen anything yet" you winked at him. He chuckled, "Did ya buy those?" he asked, and you gave him a mischievous smile. "Rio bought these for me" you replied, and you just laughed at his reaction. "She what!?" his eyes widening his mouth slightly opened. "I helped her set the date of her and jeff~ It went well!" No wonder his mom likes you...

[frog-0n-a-l0g]

Bad decisions HQ

Tank:hj

SH: ?

Angel: hey babesss

Tank: I luv u gys so muvh

SH: oh shit

Babe: tank are you ok?

Angel: guys I think theyre dying

Tank: that so meab how coul yoi

Tank: I say I lub you ans yoy panik?

SH: hey tanker where are you?

Tank: arounds

Angel: well that doesn’t help

SH: where’s Sam?

Tank: omg I love hum

Tank: mu mate

Tank: I miss him

Tank: were is hw

Babe: I’ll text him one sec

✨the Wild West🤠✨

Brokeback Mountain: hey have you guys heard from darlin?

Trainer: omg we were just abt to text you

Invisa-bitch: they’re in our gc typing very slurred and going on abt how much they miss their mate

(In BDHQ: tank: where my mwn I misz hom)

Mini alpha👑: I think I heard David talk abt how them and ash were gonna chill for a bit but idk where

Brokeback Mountain: yep. They decided to go to a bar and according to ash they got drunk and ran off in wolf form

Invisa-bitch: well shit

Brokeback mountain: shit indeed

(BDHQ: tank: this birch I truna grab mowhycuiwh

Trainer: omg they just got snatched

Invisa-bitch: omfg some dude grabbed them

Brokeback Mountain: they what?!?! Who? What did they say?

Mini alpha👑: David walked out w Milo I think theyre looking

Trainer: OMFG

Invi-bitch: what?!

Brokeback Mountain: are you ok?

Trainer: Asher just walked in the door w a very drunk and giggly tank over his shoulder

Brokeback Mountain: oh my lord…

Brokeback Mountain: I’ll be over in a second make sure they stay put

Trainer: on it

Mini alpha👑: I texted David so theyre coming back lol

Trainer: Jesus I didn’t know tank could be so sappy

Trainer: they just keep going on and on abt Sam💀

(BDHQ: tank: IMG MU MANNBNBMNNNMNB)

Invisa-bitch: I take it sams there?

Trainer: yup

Invisi-bitch: well I gotta call off a squad search y’all stay safe tho😗✌️

[fictarian]

Hobie w/ an equally as punk reader? <3 🤘🎸

𝐇𝐢𝐦 <𝟑 . ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐏𝐭. 𝟔

ღ Of course! I apologize if there are issues with this fic, because i’m not very familiar with the style despite trying to learn about it 😭 Fun facts and criticism is VERY MUCH appreciated in the comments, so don’t be afraid to comment

ღ Gang we’re like 21 followers away from 100… i’m shivering in boots ‼️‼️ Tysm for following me omg

ღ Here’s a couple headcannons for if Hobie was with a punk partner (relationship goals, shout out to all my punk lovers I aspire to be like you)

ღ Paring: Hobie Brown and a GN! Punk reader 🙏

ღ Previous part can be found here !

• Whenever the two of you go out together, you always make an effort to go to your local record store. It has become a tradition between you and Hobie to buy two records (preferably of a song that the other hasn’t listened to or knows about) each and gift them to the other at the end of the trip. This helps broaden your guys’ music taste, introduce each other to a new possible favorite band, and just be a bonding experience all together

“The Skids?” You question while looking down at the album in your hands, intrigued by the vibrant colors on the cover. Hobie only nods his head, looking down at the records you had gotten for him. “Mhm, one of my favorites. You’ll like it luv, I promise.”

• No matter what either of you say, you and Hobie are both history nerds. Especially about punk history. So there’s no doubt that whenever you both are on call or are just relaxing in your room in silence, one of you are bound to start a conversation with a history fact. And for the next couple of hours, you’ll both be ranting and exchanging facts to each other

• Since you guys have practically the same style, you often find yourself taking some of Hobie’s jackets, pins, jewelry, etc. Hobie doesn’t mind, in fact, it gets his heart racing whenever he sees you in something that belonged to him at one point (let’s be fr, he isn’t gonna get shit back). So don’t be surprised when you catch him leaning against the doorway to your room, watching you try on one of his leather jackets or ripped jeans with a small smirk and a blush coating his face 🤭

“Y’know, it’s rude to stare” “I just can’t ‘elp it luv, not when something so pretty is right ‘front of me” Hobie cooed, causing you to blush from the tone of his voice. “Whatever…”

• You’re Hobie’s #1 hype person during the concerts he participates in (he doesn’t like consistency, so obviously he switches it up a lot and plays with different bands). This makes him go absolutely WILD. Just seeing you go full on crazy and vibe to the song he’s playing makes him 🥺. Hobie makes it a requirement for you to go to every one of his gigs, which obviously, you don’t mind at all

• You always get a front row view during his concerts, no questions asked. While you’re jamming away to the song his band is performing, Hobie is staring directly at you (somehow managing to not mess up his playing). And when you notice this and finally meet his gaze, the bastard doesn’t even look the least bit shamed or embarrassed. He even sends you a wink, making you the embarrassed one instead

• Hobie dedicates songs to you. Hell, bro will full on WRITE songs for you. He just loves you so much, and wants to show you that in a form that you both bond over constantly every single day. And when Hobie does dedicate a song to you, he makes it very clear to the audience. This makes you want to stomp on him with your platform boots, but it also makes you want to pull him in by the collar of his shirt and kiss him all over his face

“This one is for my arsekicker, _____. Didn’t tell em I was gonna do this before ‘and, since they would ‘ave done just that.” Hobie announced, meeting your sharp glare with a wink and his usual smug smirk. You shook your head, feeling your face burn as the band started to play.

tag list ! @zalayni @luvstarrstruck @jrrantss @pixqlsin @kairiscorner @k4tsu3 @asmobeuses

[passionesolja]

If Larian gon turn Astarion into Daeran, they need to just cut Owlcat Games the mf check and get Matt Merritt in the studio. Like, Matt sold the character so if they really gon change everything about Astarion into Daeran bc the Astarion Girlies fanon is just Daeran with more angst, give my dawg his flowers

I dunno what the fuck they need to do at this point, but they keep smoothing all Astarion’s edges and changing lil things about his behavior. But here’s the thing, Astarion was already Daeran-coded, but he was just kinda obviously Daeran inspired. That was fine, he had enough different to be like “Larian, I see that you wanted to make your own Daeran, which I get”. But now, we’re just close to ripping off the character. I love Neil, he’s super talented and I’m proud of him, but it’s like if they’re turning Astarion into this, Matt deserves his own award.

I liked Astarion’s character a lot, early patch BG3 Astarion was a good character. I could call him a separate character but Astarion Girlies, stop pressuring Larian to make him Daeran Jr

Neil got his flowers, but Matt needs them too because he did such a good job as Daeran that Larian said “we gotta do this shit too” and now—flash forward—they’re just morphing their own character into him. Like, they the narrator of BG3 is Wenduag in Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous. This shit wasn’t coincidence, but it was passable at the time bc it never borderlined on cloning. Madness, luv.

Larian, yall either need to push the breaks and revert all the Astarion retconning, or y’all need to acknowledge this shit and give Owlcat Games and Matt Merritt their flowers. It’s wild that majority of the Baldur’s Gate 3 fandom thinks Astarion is some original character as if bro isn’t just a more abrasive, less charismatic, British rework of Daeran.



[milesquaritchbby]

Stick With You

Ghost x Yasmin

Chapter 1. Ghostin

"Boys my daughter will be staying with us for the time being. Ghost I know you and Yasmin have history but please go easy on her. She's apart of our team now." Price told everybody but being more direct to Ghost.

"Hi boys did you miss me?" Yasmin asked them all.

"Yasmin, where did you want me to put your bags at?" Her brothers asked her.

"In my room right across from Ghost." Yasmin said while staring daggers at Ghost.

"I've missed you, luv." Ghost said to Yasmin.

"They don't know we didn't break up?" Yasmin asked him a little frustrated.

"They don't need to know anything." Ghost said to Yasmin.

"You've always looked frustrated from everything." Price said to his daughter.

£

Text between Yasmin & Fleur

Fleur

Hey sista I just wanted make sure that you were okay with everything going on.

Yasmin

Yes I'll be fine just not myself just yet.

Fleur

Did ma say anything to you to make you love with dad?

Yasmin

No it was more so her husband than anything. He threatened to tell Sheppard about Ghost and I but he already knew we were a thing.

Fleur

Oh. I thought he knew from dad.

Yasmin

I really miss when he and mom were together.

Fleur

I can see if they can get back together because mom just finalized the divorce.

Yasmin

When did she finalize it?

Fleur

Yesterday and she found out a lot more about him. He's been trying to get under Ghosts skin ever since you two started dating.

Yasmin

He's been trying hard ever since then buy knowing Ghost he's going to beat the absolute mess out of him.

Fleur

Well I'm heading back to the house now.

Yasmin

Drive safe. Love you.

Fleur

Love you too little sister.

(read @ 2:30pm)

End of message between the sisters.

Look at the cards that we've been dealt

If you were anybody else

Probably wouldn't last a day

Every tear's a rain parade from hell (From hell)

£

"How long did you know your mother was getting a divorce from him?" Price asked his daughter.

"I didn't know until Fleur told me. She's been keeping a watchful eye on him." Yasmin told her dad.

"You know the both of you have boyfriends." Price said to his daughter.

"Yes dad we are very aware of that but we both have jobs also. Simon and I have two kids." Yasmin told her dad.

"I know you two have children together. I'm not dumb at all daughter." Price said to his daughter.

£

Yasmin's Phone messages

Ethan

Girl this ghostin shit is mad wild. You are just now seeing Ghost after four years?

Ethan

Jesus Yasmin I've never seen you cry that much.

Madre 💋

Please for the sake of you and your mental health don't dwell on this.

Fleur 💜

Sista you know damn well that dad and mom are perfect for each other.

Ethan

Oh. I thought you ghosted Ghost.

Ethan

Wait your mom ghosted your dad?

Strawberry

Girl why'd mom just walk into your room and find all the pictures of her and dad? 

Si 💕

Luv it's okay your mother can handle herself.

Si 💕

It's never a good idea for you to go above and beyond like that.

Soap

Wait Price didn't want a divorce?

Keegan

That's crazy how you are on 141. Cobra team is going haywire without you.

Ghostface

Yeah I think so.

Mariah

Sis can you bring your son's diaper bag up here?

End of Yasmin's Phone messages

£

Fleur's Phone messages

LilSisYas🥂

Not that I know of but I'll see if dad has some in his office.

FatherPricePrice☮️

You and your sister are both living here now?

FroggyBoy🍧

Babe you could've told them the truth.

End of Fleur's Phone messages

£

Yasmin's Phone

𝟭𝟰 𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗦𝗶💕

𝟱 𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗢𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹🥃

𝟴𝟰 𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝟭𝟰𝟭

We'll get through this, we'll get past this, I'm a girl with

A whole lot of baggage

But I love you, we'll get past this, I'm a girl with

A whole lot of baggage, yeah

[iluvmyhubby]

Iluvmyhubbys intro💪💪

hi hoes. im marley pls don’t call me mar mar! I’m obviously a Matt girl (my hubby) if you can’t tell by my page 🙄🙄 I’m 19 and I major in finance and physicians. I’m failing all my classes tho. 😁 I have been a fan of the triplets since likee 2022 and went to both of their tours. 🤍🤍

what I’m going to write: I’m probably gonna write small little fluffs and smuts abt my hubby, Chris and maybeee Nate. Feel free to leave requests and if I leave y’all pls don’t be mad i csnt help it 😔🙏

What I won’t write: Nick x female partner, incest, or any weird ass kinks like shit or piss. Anything like super weird that the triplets would 28748391919 percent not do like fuck in the middle of the kitchen while their parents are there!

Uhm pls don’t expect to hear from me like every two days. I’m a slow ass typer! 🤓 like expect maybe 1-2 times a week.

luv u sluts. 🤓