#so i only really notice them if theyre something i dont like

[wellthatschaotic]

so my work is supposed to offer grooming and training for the ouppies (as well as daycare and boarding) but. we dont have a groomer or trainer yet. i was told we'd get a groomer early 2024. we have not. the main reason i want a groomer is so that we can offer nail trimming services. i love all my kids but some of them have Knife Toes

[clownboy-yeehonk]

For my work secret santa I got a gift basket with wine, glasses, a candle, and a llama wine bottle holder thing, and when I thanked the girl who gave it to me she was so excited and told me how she looked so hard for a basket with the Llama because she knew I really liked them and it was just so sweet of her, but the thing is I've never actually had a strong opinion either way on llams. I have a couple scrub tops that have llamas on them (they're a popular pattern theme idk why) but I guess she got it in her head that they're my favorites (for the record my favorite animals are gorillas elephants and any kind of cat big or small)

And like first of all, I would now rather die than EVER let her know my ambivalence towards llamas, but also like...I think about that every time I see a llama now. I'm gonna go through the rest of my life remembering how this girl was so excited to get me something she thought I would like, and she also wrote a really nice card to go with it about me being a good friend, and not to sound like a fortune cookie but the thought does count and it was just so lovely and I'll never think of llamas the same way again bc I do love them now. Anyway love is transformative and also stored in the Llama wine bucket

[emypony]

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[davidtennantpussytulpa]

just at a fucking stalemate in my life right now ugh

[warwithoutreason]

hauuuuuuugh me when i dont feel real on several fucking levels???

[soggypotatoes]

i haaaate the dreams where i am just, in another dimension to everyone else.. this time in multiple ways

like.. i’m in a group.. we are watching a movie.. the movie is weird, it’s a movie i’ve seen before but all the scenes are out of order and glitched out. nobody else seems to notice this. i try to talk to the person next to me. i’m talking so slowly, i can’t seem to talk any faster, and he doesn’t appear to hear me - except he does, because someone else starts talking to him too, and he tells them he can’t hear what they’re saying, waits until i’m finished, then asks them to repeat themselves. i’m not offended, i’m just confused, bc why is the other person more important than me? why can’t i just speak normally, why isn’t anybody listening? why is nobody commenting on what’s going on in the movie? they’re all acting like they’re just watching a normal movie, why can’t i see what they see?

[skeletonmaster69]

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[tangerinesilk]

－ DISTRACTION : DAVE LIZEWSKI

dave was a great study buddy, but there's no doubt he was a distraction. he constantly made you turn your head twice at whatever he said or did whether it was some comic book character he rambled about or how his pale blue eyes shined under the warm lighting of his desk lamp.

pairing ✷ college!dave lizewski x college!fem!reader

rating ✷ r (18+ minors dni!)

tropes ✷ friends with benefits, spicy but no / little plot, unspoken love, domestic toward eachother but no dating, dorky and awkward people in love who just wont admit it theyre in love (sort of) | nsfw warnings below!

word count ✷ 1.7k

a/n ✷ um this was a random thought and it just sort of happened. stg it feels like i blacked out while writing this KSKFFKS what is going on with me. anyways been wanting to write about this cute dork for a while and why not make it really hot. posting now so i dont chicken out but ill edit later.... i always love feedback! xo

[ steamy warnings: mentions of public sex, dom & sub switches, p in v without protection, nipple play, hj + bj, f receiving oral from m, praising + heavy dirty talk, face sitting, finishing inside v ]

typical weekends: saturday night at dave's apartment.

dave was explaining something... it was something. something important, but all you could focus on was his pretty eyes and how soft his lips looked today. he pushed his glasses up more on his nose bridge again, looking down at his book for one of his college classes.

he was so into the subject, you didn't even have to nod. you were occasionally tapping the eraser end of your pencil against your blank notebook, only listening to every other word.

suddenly, your mind wanders to when you two were doing laundry at three in the morning and got a little spontaneous. then getting a bit handsy on the top floor of the library where no one usually was. maybe even the time when you were visiting him back home for one weekend and you both could barely keep it together with company downstairs.

ever since you both agreed on this friends with benefits agreement, your dry spells were no longer an issue. it seemed like both of you were touched starved, but not wanting to meet other people, strangers you didnt want or need to know.

so, after becoming lab partners in your fall semester of senior year, its been nonstop seeing each other. not just for sex, but hanging out to study, going to local comic book stores and libraries, even the occasional dinner and sleepover combo at his apartment or yours.

it seemed like a wild card at first, but you would never admit (outloud) to dave lizewski that you underestimated how great his tongue felt inside your pus—

"y/n, are you even listening?"

you cleared your throat, "hmm?"

he chuckled, "so you weren't... i know, its kind of boring."

now you felt bad, caught up from going down memory lane and he was excited about his new class.

you ran your hand over his curls, "im sorry, dave. my mind was wandering."

he turned, seeming interested, "about what?"

you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, "about... you know..." you trailed then shrugged, "stuff."

dave smiled, "oh yeah? you weren't, i dont know, thinking about me?"

you had seen this confidence grow inside dave as more time passed, and you weren't sure if it was cockiness, but you couldn't deny how cute yet attractive it was on him.

"why dont you go back to what you were rambling about? please. im all ears now." you lean in, placing your hands underneath your chin with your elbows on his desk.

its ironic how his full size bed was behind the two of you yet here you are, acting like this was the first time you've hung out.

he pressed wet kisses against your inner thighs, your clit aching for his mouth as his nose brushed against your skin. he'd let out a nervous chuckle as he noticed the wet spot forming on the center of your panties. you'd bite your bottom lip as he licked his lips, in awe of the mess you were for him.

dave pulled down your panties, shuffling them down your ankles before tossing them to the side. his strong hands run up the top of your thighs before holding your hips, pulling your core closing to his mouth. after his first, yet hesitant, kiss on your clit, you let out a faint moan.

soon his tongue was running over your open slit and tasting your sweet wetness. you arched your back, leaning back on his desk as he flicked your clit a few times. when he pushes his tongue inside you, a rush of heat runs over your entire body. you caress your own breasts and pull at your own nipples as he picks up his pace.

"fuck... god, yes. eat my fucking pussy." you whimpered. he got so weak when you uttered your sweet nothings. as dominant as he thought he presented himself, dave was a sucker for you.

just when you thought it couldn't get better, he slide his two fingers into your slit as his tongue flicks your swollen clit. you told him how you love when he curled his fingers inside you, knuckle deep and gathering your wetness every pump as he brought you closer to your orgasm.

your hips grind against his mouth and hand, painfully near your climax. he cursed under his breath as he felt your pussy clench around his digits. he pulls his mouth away from your clit, trailing more kisses over your stomach then rolls his tongue against your right nipple.

his hand still worked your slit, thrusting so fast that your head was spinning along with the pleasure of him sucking your erect nipple. you glanced down, seeing how his hard pressed against his khakis. just the thought of taking his cock into your mouth made you dizzy, bucking your hips against his fingers.

"yes... make me cum. i wanna fucking cum on your fingers." you muttered under your breath, pulling at his curls. dave's knees were giving out as he held his position but he loved to hear your continous begging.

he was about to see if he could pick up his pace before your hand reached down, sliding into the front of his stained pants and caressing his hard cock. he grunted against your chest, instantly weak from your touch which made him pause.

"hmm, what about i cum on your cock instead?" you giggled as your lips met his, "it's so hard... bet you've been thinking about cumming inside my tight pussy, huh, dave?"

he sighed, "shit..."

"that's what i thought, baby." you say before taking his fingers into your mouth, tasting your own cum. he takes a mental picture even though you've done this in your previous hookups.

you hop off the desk, playfully pushing him on his twin size bed. you slowly get on your knees, running your hand over the crotch of his pants that were already unbuttoned and half unzipped. it's easy for your pull his cock out, practically springing from his briefs.

his eyes are glued to you as your tongue runs up and down the base before wrapping your lips against his red tip. you half-giggle when you taste his pre-cum, then carefully take him all in your mouth. you gag a bit as his tip pushes further in, and he groans when your throat tightens around him.

you push your tongue out to make sure your teeth dont graze his cock as you deep throat him, incredibly slow, so he can watch in awe. he leans up on his elbows, falling apart as you take him in your mouth so easily and your hand pumping the rest of his base.

"fucking christ... fuck." he muttered, his dick twitching inside your mouth as your salvia runs down when you gag on his hard.

his hand runs over your hair, gathering it together to keep it out of your face— also to have a better view of him receiving one of the best blowjobs you've given him.

when you pull your mouth away, you giggle as you pump his cock with your spit lubricating for better motion. his face screws together the faster you pump, and he can barely take the pleasure.

"hmm, i bet you wanna cum on my face... and tits. but, i want you to cum inside me." you say as you but your bottom lip, running your thumb over the cum leaking from his tip.

"me too, baby. fuck!" he grunts, and it makes you smile at how much of a mess he is too.

you rise from your knees, relieving the pressure on them before straddling him on his bed. you pull off your top, tossing it on the other side of the room as he quickly peels his shirt off as well. his big hands run up your body, over your breasts once more as his thumbs move against your nipples.

"god, i want to feel every inch of your cock... so, don't stop until you're finished." you tell him as you run his tip agaisnt your slit before slowly sinking down on him.

"babe, shit... fuck." he whimpered, his fingers pressing into your hips as you arch your back.

"god, im so tight." you moan, "your cock is so big... can barely fit you inside me." you huff, your eyes closed shut as you slowly move your hips.

soon, you meet a nice pace of bouncing on his cock and he loosens up as he watches you move up and down. his bright eyes keep moving between looking at your tits and your face, completely amazed by your beauty.

you run your hands over his toned chest and abdomen, leaving light scratches on his skin from the waves of pleasure coursing throughout your body.

"dave, im gonna cum. oh, oh! i'm gonna cum." you announced to him and he was holding off anyways, his jaw clenched his much that it was beginning to feel painful.

as you arch your back and let out a long whine, he stills his hips as his warm cum fills you up. it was the first time he was fully inside you, and you were aching around his cock, feeling it throbbing against your walls.

he leans up, leaving a soft kiss just above your breasts before you two share another kiss. you can't help but giggle, both of you feeling that sudden hit of exhaustion.

you lift yourself from your cock and cum runs down your slit, letting him see the mess he made. dave smirks, expecting him to say that he'll get you a towel but instead licks his lips and starts to lean down between your legs again.

it was like deja vu. his tongue presses against your swollen slit, tasting your mixed cum before sucking on your sore clit. now you're so sensitive to the touch, you could orgasm again at any moment. he was so in tune with your body that he knew what pace to go and how long you could actually lasts.

you run your hands over your breasts, his tongue moving so perfectly between your slit and clit. you feel his press a light kiss against the area above your pussy before trailing more kisses up your body. then, you two shared another kiss, tasting each other's tongues once more before he laid next to you.

"you know, i've never had a study partner like you." you jeered, pressed a kiss against the start of his jaw.

he blushed, "me neither..." he raised his eyebrows, "trust me."

[feyascorner]

So might have noticed i have read all your fics and I absolutely love them all!

If your open to taking this request for a fic, i would love like 4 times astarion was jealous and 1 time you were! (I dont know if your familiar with the prompt). Tav sleeping with someone before they get together (act 1) he’s catching feelings! After relationship is established: Act 2 Halsin showing his interest (whether its reciprocated is up to you!). Act3 Shar’s caress, the owner talking about Tav’s interest and drow twins!

Finally, Tav being jealous! Astarion fully enjoying it!

Or just anything with jealous astarion i would LIVE for! Love your work either way 😆

a/n. THEYRE SO CUTE IM IN TEARS I LOVE JEALOUS ASTARION/TAV

also this is not proofread unfortunately, and I'm not 100% if i did this right but we rock and roll!!!1

As much as Astarion boasts (and resents) his familiarity with seduction, you're an anomaly he's yet to understand despite his centuries of experience.

Never once in his courtship, even when he'd been alive, had he felt so tested that he was jealous, over someone. Not really, anyway. Sure there were bits of bitter feelings here and there, but most were trivial and about something involved in the relationship, not the person themselves.

He's counted four times since the two of you met, where he had to resort to his better judgment to avoid resorting to pettiness. The first one, was out of necessity--so much so that he didn't even realize what it was at first.

He had watched you snuggle up to Shadowheart of all people, just when he thought he'd finally manipulated enough to have you wrapped around his finger. Instead, he had to hear you laugh as you let the cleric lead you to a nearby lake, making him question if somehow, he'd gotten rusty. Especially when the rival in question was clearly too busy having a religious crisis to properly court you. Sure, you technically didn't belong to him, nor did he belong to you at the time, but he went to sleep feeling oddly irritated. He made sure to flirt with you even more, apparently, the next morning.

The second time, he had accepted the strange feeling in his chest whenever he saw you. And Gods he should have done it earlier. He made sure to show plenty of public affection, kissing your cheek or hand randomly as you and your companions explored the shadow-cursed lands. He got a mouthful from Lae'zel a few times, but he couldn't care less. And just when he believed he'd eliminated any potential rivals, the damned druid suggested that you had feelings for him. Here, he felt that same churning feeling he had weeks ago at camp, and found it was one that he didn't long for. He wouldn't have blamed you if you'd considered it--especially since the two of you stopped being physically intimate after his confession. But he could deny how much he hated this feeling. Pretending he hadn't heard, waited for you to approach him that night. When you reassured him you'd said no, he could breathe again.

The last time was weeks later, at Sharess' Caress, where the two of you were approached by the drow twins. And when he'd confessed he wasn't ready to become intimate again, as much as it scared him, you only smiled at him and nodded. That cursed warmth he felt from such a simple act of kindness would follow him to the end of his days. But he hadn't had enough time to revel in it, because the drow twins assured you only you would be enough, even if he wasn't a part of it. The moment you refused, he was already dragging you out of the room, cursing the twins under his breath.

But for the first time, he thinks you're the one experiencing that dreadful feeling of insecurity.

"Your measurements are perfect for this new selection that just came in! Here, let me just check if the rest would fit."

He'd thought little of the harmless touches of the tailor, but as he notices your expression through the reflection of one of the mirrors, he thinks differently. Your lips are pursed, eyes following the tailor's movements like a hawk as you tighten the arms crossed over your chest. Astarion himself is no stranger to touch, especially to innocent ones like this, but if your body language means anything, the sentiments are not mutual.

The tailor reaches up to measure his arm span, inevitably bring their face a little to close to his neck. He just tilts away, nodding mindlessly at what the tailor is saying, but his attention is fully on you. You're fidgeting, and your anxiousness is impossibly obvious to him, but the more mischievous part of him stops him from doing anything about it. Instead, he revels in it.

"Did you get my inside leg?" he asks the tailor, grinning widely. "I think you might have to redo it. I was leaning a bit."

The tailor agrees though all he sees is a nod of a head and a voice in his ear going right through the other. He observes as your face falls, and just as the tailor crouches down and leans close, you're immediately across the room at record-speed, hand latching over the tailor's wrist.

Astarion barely manages to hold in his laugh. His smile, however, is another story.

"I'll do it," you mumble to the tailor. They look to you and back up to Astarion before seemingly realizing what's going on, nodding.

"Very well."

He never thought you could look even more alluring than he already finds you, but the way your jaw clenches and your brows furrow makes him think otherwise. You lean down and take the measurements as needed, stomping on his foot in the process.

He snorts.

Once the tailor leaves for the stock room, he finds you sighing. "You did that on purpose."

It's not a question. He laughs, and while he could just apologize, he takes your hand in his, tilting your head with the other so you'd look at him. He might even consider the glare you give him as cute.

"Jealous, are you?"

"What do you think?"

"I was starting to think you weren't capable of jealousy."

"Why not?" you say, feeling his thumb rubs the top of your hand. "I've been plenty jealous before."

At this, he raises a brow. "I'd surely remember that."

"When we first met," you recall. "You flirted with practically everyone in camp. Saying you wanted to drink from Wyll, or something like that."

"You must know that I was--"

"I know what it was," you roll your eyes. "Not at the time though, and I thought you'd lost interest in me."

His jaw falls agape. "You're jesting."

"Why do you think I started flirting with other people? I figured you didn't like me as much as I liked you, so I moved on. Tried, at least."

"Is that what your visits to Shadowheart were?"

You scrunch your nose. "Oh Gods, I forgot about that. I'd rather not remember sleeping with one of my closest friends, thanks."

He can't help the grin stretching on his lips, and you notice, feeling yourself smile with him. "You're enjoying this far too much, Astarion."

"Please, tell me the next time you're jealous, so I'll know to keep an eye on you."

"Don't ask such ridiculous things," you retort, feigning annoyance before lifting his palm to your cheek and pressing a kiss to it. He swears his undead heart might've felt it. And just like that, the tailor returns, and you drop your intertwined hands, and he sees you shoot him a warning glare.

Acknowledging he's had enough fun teasing you today, he shrugs, and when the tailor begins showing him an array of outfits, he's not listening. Instead, he toys with the ring behind his back, making sure to commit your expression to his memory.

[kenlvry]

stans gang and late night skinny dipping eith their s/o

skinny dipping with stans group

an,DAMNN OKAY ANON I SEE U 😝🤞 this is such an interesting one. SLIGHTEST nsfw so theyre all 18

kenny

you and him were having a sleepover, he's just there to accompany you since your parents are out of town and your an only child so it gets scary.

kenny has had this idea for a long time actually,everytime he comes over he suggests you two skinny dip tgt but you always refuse

not that you don't want to, he asks when the sun is blaring at you and during people are just walking by and greeting you like cmon, and also your parents can clearly see you if you two go skinny dip like um???

anyways, you two were watching a movie and it was getting boring, you looked out to your backyard to see your pool, you thought it was a good time "ken, you know how you always ask to skinny dip tgt?"

his clothes are off by the time you finish that sentence. he has been ready ever since the day he saw you had a pool.

he's already in the pool waiting for you. your just there like 🧍 "come in babe" you stood there taking off your clothes while he stared from the pool "damn think i need to be handcuffed somewhere this time" smirking at you.

the pool was cols.the pool wasn't that deep, it reached your shoulder meanwhile it reached just the lowerhalf of kenny. since it was cold kenny would make jokes like "its really cold, dont you wanna warm you sweet boyfriend?" or "you love me right? im really cold rn.."

his hands are everywhere, from you waist to your ass to your hands then your shoulders, he is dora the explorer

tbh you two don't know what to do in there, i mean.. theres only one thing to do when your naked tgt...and uh you weren't up for that

when you have your back turned on him he would definitely press himself against you "tryna do something tonight?" he hugs you from behind and lays his head on your shoulder

"maybe not in the pool ken" you smiled "IN THE BED THEN???" you just kept smiling escaping his grasp around you and getting out of the pool with a towel around you "come meet me there" you winked. he is already there before you know it, skinny dipping with kenny is a one way ticket to not be able to move for two days

stan

tbh skinny dipping was your idea, you were bored and you come across a tiktok abt it and was intrigued.

"no." he has his arms cross and stern look, "PLEASEEEEE, your no fun stan please please" you did your best puppy eyes and hands clasp together looking up to him.

he wants to 100%, but he's scared someone's gonna walk by and see you two literally naked. you were so persistent and he couldn't deny you.

he looked at the time and at this time almost everyone in south park, except for you two are sleeping. he agrees and you burst a huge smile taking of your shirt and pants leaving you in your bra and underwear walking to the pool.

"w-wait y/n!" bro is stuttering blushing fluttering embarrassed flushed. i mean its not the first time he's seen you naked but usually you two make out with your eyes closed so he never really admired your whole body.

you jump in the pool, taking off your undergarments in the pool and throwing it, he sighs taking off everything except for his boxers.

the pool water reached just about above your boobs, i mean you could still see them but the water covers some. "stan take off your boxers" he's avoiding eye contact. "fine I'll do it" "WAIT NO" and like that he's naked now.

he is so embarrassed like damn with you naked he's already shy enough. your pool had stairs, it was a 3 step stair. stan was on the 2nd step slouching and man spreading, he's just watching you enjoying the water, you were cute he thought.

but its no fun when he's doing nothing, slowly approaching him the water slowly submerging from your body. your body revealing itself making even more shy, he doesn't notice it but he's smirking while eyeing you. stan had to held back the urge to vomit.

your body was wet, not too wet but wet. your hair tied up hut some strands wet from taking off his boxers earlier. sitting on his lap with one hand on his shoulder and the other on his cheek reaching in for a kiss, but just as your two lips was suppose to meet you pulled away and winking then getting up from the pool drying yourself and wrapping a towel around you.

he scoffs while smirking at the stunt you pulled. no way hes going to let you go like that, he immediately gets up and pulled your arm and pulling you into a kiss causing the towel to fall down. lets just say you two had one hell of a night

kyle

idk about you but i think Kyle's the first to bring it up, he would bring it up once but then forget about it months later

you remembered and suggested it again, he was like okay boo whatever u say. ur abt to take off your underwear and bra and he justs screams at you to stop "WAIT! do it in the pool" "what why" you don't question it any further and get in taking it off in there.

he says he doesnt want anyone seeing you but its 2 am who wants to walk by and peek through the fence?? "what if your neighbors see you, he has windows yk" "his curtains are close and the person in the room is 3 year old boy" "still."

he would stand REALLY close to tou, he covering you as if the kid isnt asleep 5 hours ago. he is full on staring at you, no shame just looking at you up and down.

he's seen you naked before but somehow you naked underwater is just so much better, he then realises hes been staring too long and is begging you to not swim underwater bc rn mans is having a boner 🤞

you two get straight to the point ,theres no teasing no nothing you two are doing it in the pool no need to the go in the bedroom, he kisses you as an accident but a kiss turned into a makeout session then uh yeah....

you'd have to physically pull out yourself bc you know this shit gon last until morning and youre not trying to have a fever.

cartman

when you mentioned it he refuses straight away "no thats gay" even if you beg with your life he wouldn't agree. you'd have to ask three days in advance.

he'll eventually give in, it took alot od brining though. he def takes off his boxers underwater hes too shy, he doesn't admit to it though

and tbh he doesn't regret agreeing to this bc your body being wet like that was paradise for him, you look so hot and so carefree he is not taking his eyes off of you.

he realises it and get moody bc he loves it and doesn't wanna admit. he would splash water at you so he can fuck up your hair, you told him earlier you didn't wanna dive in bc you didnt want your hair to be wet so he makes sure your hair is wet

you'd tease him alot, touching him from behind, kissing his neck, his lips, he loves it sm but he acts as if he hates it like bro its obvious.

the night ended with bed creaks from your room, if you know what o mean

[biggiedraws]

okay you know what. ive been thinking about the time between chuuya shooting dazai and dazai revealing himself to fyodor. and ive decided that we were ROBBED. cause like. dazai comes out with a splint on his leg and his shoulder wound *not* bleeding through his shirt. and like, chuuya was RIGHT THERE. he followed right behind dazai when dazai confronted fyodor. so surely. SURELY chuuya helped patch up dazais injuries. at the very least he got the splint for him. and holyyyyy shit does that have potential. like

chuuya visibly dropping the ruse and asking in a panic if dazai is okay. dazai sits up and makes fun of him for being worried and then whines dramatically about the wound in his shoulder. chuuyas like "youre such a pain, i shouldve killed you right then and there" and then settles down next to him to help fix him up.

chuuya is talking while he bandages dazais shoulder (definitely not to distract dazai from the pain. definitely not because he likes talking to dazai. definitely not because hes dealing with a lot of strong emotions and doesnt want to think about any of it. hes doing it to annoy dazai, obviously). probably complaining about having to pretend to be a vampire and how annoying it was, and then dazai makes fun of him for like. his vampire teeth or something, so chuuya scowls and aggressively tightens the bandage to get him to stop laughing (it only partially works, because dazai does stop laughing to yell at him to ease up, but hes still got that glint in his eye. asshole).

chuuya asking if dazai can walk (but not like "omg are you okay???" more like "if you ask me to carry you ill shoot you again") and dazai makes a comment about how he WOULD but SOMEONE was too rough when stopping the elevator and chuuya yells that its not as easy as it looks and maybe next time he'll just let the elevator crash. he still asks him what he needs to do for it though. bonus points if he like. rips a hole in the wall to make the splint. you know he fucking would

they both know they should be hurrying- even without the fyodor thing, they should want to be done with this and get away from each other as quickly as possible, since they /hate each other so much/. but its their first quiet moment in a while (well. not really quiet because theyre literally always bickering. but quiet because neither of them are fighting or dying) and, while they would never admit it, theyre savouring the time together. and if either of them notices how unhurried the other person is, they dont bring it up.

do you get me???? i wanna see them argue like children i wanna see the comforting familiarity of being alone together i wanna see a hint of affection buried under no less than 20 layers of repression GIVE ME THE SOUKOKU CONTENT YOU COWARDS. sigh...... *opens ao3*

[the-record]

SKINNY DIPPING

SUMMARY: ellie, your perfect high school girlfriend, is back in town after college. what’s one date?

PAIRING: modern!ellie williams x reader

WARNINGS: n/a

A/N: i had an idea!!! pls enjoy while i finish the other 3 ellie fics lol

‘ WE’VE BEEN SWIMMIN’ ON THE EDGE OF A CLIFF ’

“oat milk latte for ellie.” your head shoots up hearing the order called off. it couldn’t possibly be her.

your staring at her when she turns around and makes eye contact. a smile forms on her face and she makes her way over to the table you’re at. “hey.”

“hi.” she points at the seat, you nod and she sits down. her eyes flicker away to not fall, but she brings them back to yours instantly. “how are you?”

“good.” she clears her throat, a comfortable smile on her face. “how are you? how’s your family?”

you roll your eyes and let yourself get comfortable. “theyre fine. my mom asked about you the other day.”

she leans back into her chair, one hand on her cup and the other on her thigh. “she did always love me more.” ellie teases. you kick her shin lightly and she hisses in pain.

your jaw drops. “oh stop, that did not hurt!” you watch the pout form on her face and kick her again, a little harder. you hear her whisper something as she grabs her leg. “that, maybe.” she gently kicks you back in retaliation. “so, what are you doing back here?”

she sips her latte before answering. “well i finished school, figured id see who wanted to hire me here before i went looking elsewhere.” you nod as she talks, taking all of her in. your ellie. “what about you? what’s like been like without me?” you know shes teasing but something inside you missed her.

“sunshine, smiles, and rainbows!” you close your laptop and give her your whole attention. “it’s been okay here, weird not seeing you and dina everyday.” she nods in agreement. “i’ve got an internship now, and a job, but not a career yet.”

talking with ellie is easy, it always has been. if she hadn’t gone away for college you might still be together. you take the time to learn everything new. you study the new freckles and a scar on her cheek. her voice is something you could listen to for years and never bore of.

“this was really nice.” ellie says as you pack your bag and she finishes her drink. “is there a chance we could do it again? maybe over dinner?” she leans forward on the table as she asks. “at miller’s?” the name of the restaurant makes you sigh.

you shake your head with a smile. “i dont know, sounds a bit… nostalgic, doesn’t it?” she shrugs and plays with the fingers on one of your hands.

“maybe. but lets do it anyways. it’ll be fun.” those green eyes would be the death of you.

the conversation at dinner came easy, ellie guiding you. it was nice to be back with her, in your own world in the quiet restaurant.

“have you dated anyone?” ellie asks, not exactly wanting to know.

you scoff as you take a sip from your glass. “not really. a couple flings but, nothing serious.” you say as you set down the glass. “you? im sure there were plenty of girls for you in santa barbara.”

“i dated a girl for awhile.” she smiles as you tense up and avoid her face. “broke up with her though.”

you hum. “and why’s that.”

“because she wasn’t you.”

you let out a breath you didnt know you were holding as a smile fights its way on your face. “ellie…” she takes your hand.

“let’s get out of here.” her eyes stare into your soul, convincing you silently.

the smile breaks free and you nod. “okay.”

you pay more attention to ellie than the roads as she drives. studying her profile, the lips you’d missed these past for years.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer.” your cheeks burn as ellie glances at you but you dont dare look away. its a few more moments before she slows and parks.

you glance around as you unbuckle and notice a familiar house. “dina’s place? weird place for a date.” she rolls her eyes and jumps out, running to get your door. “still quite a gentleman i see.”

“only for you babe.” she takes for you and leads you towards the house, but turns to the backyard rather than the door. you go to protest but she beats you to it. “don’t. just trust me.” she pulls you through the tall gate and into the backyard.

“i was gonna propose the beach, but then i remembered we are in jackson.” she smiled and pulled her top off.

you laugh. “ellie, what the hell are we doing here?”

ellie looks at you like it’s obvious. “we’re here to swim babe, duh?” shes stripping out of her pants now and you grab her arms to stop her.

“you have to be joking!” but she just shakes her head and jumps in, only her bra and underwear on. “i’m not getting in.”

she swims to the edge and reaches for your hands, which you mistakenly give her. “guess i’ll have to pull you in.”

you yell for her to wait but she’s already going, pushing back from the wall and pulling you with her. you pull her close as you come up to the surface.

“ellie!” she laughs and holds you in her arms. “i hate you.”

she shakes her head. “no you don’t.”

“no, i don’t.” its quiet, only the sounds of the water as you stand with her. “kiss me.”

who’s she to say no to that?

“ellie? is that you? angel? what the fuck!”

‘ I’M RESISTANT BUT GOING DOWN WITH THE SHIP ’

[savannahsdeath]

heyyy could u write something where like reader is about to shower but starts to get really insecure and kinda has a breakdown, BUT ellie reassures her. (pls also give reader stretch marks bc i've been so insecure abt mine lately and i have them literally everywhere. thighs, hips, even on my boobs lol) <3

ELLIE WILLIAMS X INSECURE!READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! but tbh its minors safe this time i think ??

writers note: just a reminder youre all beautiful no matter what!! beauty standards or wtv was it called are something we shouldnt base our life on but we sadly do. self love is the key to happiness and dont let other people ruin it!!🩷🩷and to our lovely anon, you dont need to worry about stretch marks. trust me, most of people dont even pay attention to them! its nothing 'special in a bad way'. i lately got some too, right before my holidays and theyre sooo visible through my summer clothes but its something you can get used to be comfortable with. please, anon, dont think less of yourself because of them nor any other insecurities. and this comes to everyone!!💞

it was already late so you were getting ready to take a shower to not waste any more time. you put your clothes on a nearby shelf. you stood in front of the mirror in your underwear only, looking for anything that could be possibly pointed out, like you didn't have enough insecurities already. feeling rather self-conscious, you were examining your reflection for any flaws or imperfections. every detail of your body was being inspected up-close, from the lines on your stomach, to the size of your thighs, to the shape of your shoulders and face. your eyes were scanning every inch of you, seeking any signs of something you could hate, even if others wouldn't notice them. you couldn't help but wonder if the things you were stressing over were even worth worrying about, or if you were just creating problems where they didn't exist.

either way, you couldn't help but hate them. and since you mostly focused on bad things and you didn't see your advantages - you hated yourself. in your eyes your whole body could change. or even should change.

the more you stared at yourself in the mirror, picking apart every little thing, the more you hated what you saw. it felt like nothing was good enough, like every little imperfection needed to be changed or worked on. you felt like you could never measure up to this impossible standard, like your entire body was inadequate. the insecurities were eating away at you, gnawing away until any confidence or self-love you might've had was gone.

that was the moment your eyes beginned to get glossy. you didn't cry though, oh, no. you hated the way you look when you cry, just like everything else, so you tried your best to hold back tears. the floodgates were beginning to open, but you held them back with everything you had. you despised the way you looked when you cried: the tears down your cheeks, your puffy eyes, all those disgusting, revolting imperfections. as much as you hated your flaws, you despised your crying face even more. you would never let anyone see you like that, never.

suddenly, your girlfriend and roommate in one, knocked on the door. "everything okay in there?"

she must notice you're taking your time instead of simply taking a shower already.

you stayed silent, knowing if you try to open your mouth you couldn't control what comes from them. you'd probably break down and the thick door won't be enough to mute your pathetic sobs.

you didn't want to answer, but then again, you knew if you stayed quiet, your girlfriend would eventually come in and check on you. you had to keep yourself together. you couldn't fall apart right in front of her like that.

you let out a shaky breath and replied, "yeah, everything's fine." you could feel your voice cracking with each word, but you were determined not to let her see you in such a sorry state.

what if she sees me the way i see myself?

your girlfriend wasn't fooled by your shaky reply. even if you denied it, she knew something was wrong. she heard the emotion in your voice and could sense the struggle to keep yourself together. without another word, she opened the door and walked in.

"what's wrong, pretty girl?" she asked when she didn't saw your glossy eyes yet.

you, on the other hand, couldn't control yourself anymore. the nickname 'pretty girl' hit you instantly, thinking you're anything but pretty.

pretty.

girl.

those two words hit you harder than a punch to the gut, evoking a strong reaction that you tried to mask. you took a deep breath to steady your voice so that you didn't break, but it was impossible to sound completely calm when you felt so much pain just from those two words.

"nothing." you muttered quietly, but your voice sounded more like a choke than a word.

she hugged you from behind, looking in the same, unlucky mirror. her hands softly touched the scretch marks on your hips as she hold onto them, gently rocking you back and forth.

you wanted nothing more than to reject this hug and flee from your own reflection in the mirror, but you were too weak to pull away.

"nothing?" she asked gently, planting little kisses from your neck to shoulders.

you felt a wave of shame and embarrassment wash over you as your girlfriend's touch revealed the marks on your hips. she immediately spotted them and caressed them with her soft hands.

it all felt too much. you were fighting so hard to hold yourself together, but when she touched you, it all came crashing down. the tears finally escaped and you began to sob, clinging onto her tightly as you broke down. "no... not nothing..."

she held you close, feeling your warmth as her arms wrapped around you and her hands comforted your pain. she rubbed your back and kissed your neck as she tried to soothe you. "shh, come here, it's okay..." she whispered gently.

she led you over to the bed and laid you down. she carefully took off her shirt, leaving on only her bra and boxers, then laid down with you, hugging you tightly. she kissed your neck, your face, brushed your hair back, caressed your body, your stretch marks, your insecurities (at least the ones she knew about), anything to try and comfort you. she whispered words of reassurance and love as she tried to fill you with the affection you felt you lacked. "i love you, my pretty girl... i love you." she repeated those words again and again, hoping you'd believe that someone could love you, and that someone was her.

ellie continued to hold you tightly as you cried into her. your tears soaked into her bra, but she didn't mind; you'd done that many times before. she rubbed your back in soothing circles as she let you let it all out, and she made small shushing noises in your ear. your sobs turned into whimpers and then into a soft murmur, and as your emotions died down, she gently wiped away the tears, replacing them with kisses.

as she noticed you calmed down she slightly pulled away to get a better look at you. "can you tell me what's wrong now?"

"i... it's just..." you started, and your voice broke as you tried to find the words. your girlfriend gave you her undivided attention, focusing on you and only you. "i- i don't feel pretty... i don't feel good enough... i don't feel... enough."

with her eyes looking deep into yours, you couldn't help but be vulnerable as you opened up to her. your insecurities and flaws, the things you tried so hard to hide, were all laid bare in front of her now.

a pang of guilt hit you in that moment.

what am i doing?

ellie was so sweet and loving, and you felt like you were just taking advantage of her kindness. like you're just an attention seeker.

but before you could say anything, she pressed a finger to your lips.

"no. shut your mouth." she said sternly, and you couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "that's not true. i don't wanna hear it, not another word." she leaned in and pressed her soft lips to yours.

you found yourself sitting on her lap, as she stroked your hair, whispering something or kissing you from time to time. you told her all about it, about what and how you feel. and she listened.

you were so lost in your emotional story you didn't even notice the way she slowly took off her rings - one by one, and placed them on a bedside shelf.

[arkhamknightz]

SUNDAY, MONDAY OR ALWAYS

pair : major john 'bucky' egan x fem!reader

summary: you hate bucky egan– could a song drunkenly sang at a pub change that? based off this ask

warnings: drunk bucky, language ig?, bad writing

notes: masters of the air has completely taken over my life.. also on that note this fic may be awful while im trying to figure out how to write for this series but its okay because theyre pretty men in uniforms ! also i changed the song from blue skies to fit the fic better :) i dont know about timeline so if the song wasnt written before this scene was supposed to take place then ignore that 🙏🏽

The pub was loud, soldiers spread all across the room. In a sea full of people, Bucky could only notice as you stood against the wall with a drink in your hand. He started to walk towards you, as soon as his eyes met yours, you looked away and rolled them– taking another sip of your drink.

"Oh c'mon! I was barely even halfway here and you're already rolling those pretty eyes of yours?" His voice got closer, before he stood against the wall right next to you. "May I help you Major? Or are you just here to bother me again." Annoyance was laced through your words, eyes scanning the room for Buck.

"C'mon sweetheart you know its Bucky!" He smiled at you before you looked up at him. "Well Major, its always a pleasure talking to you." She spat sarcastically before making her way over to the bar, a small pout gracing Bucky's face.

He watched as another soldier sparked a conversation with you, watching as you give him a polite smile. He stared for a moment before feeling a pat on his back, Buck coming into view. "What'd you even do to piss her off this time?"

Bucky scoffed. "Nothing! Why do you always assume I did something?" Buck stayed silent for a moment, staring at him with an eyebrow raised. "Do you really want me to awnser that?" Bucky stayed silent, a small chuckle leaving Cleven.

"Just give it up for the night, we both know she isn't gonna budge." Bucky sighed. "I didn't even get to try before she walked away!" Another laugh left Buck, smiling at his friend as he spoke. "Gotta take the hint- go get another drink, you look like you need it."

He in fact, did not need it. Half an hour later Bucky made his way over to where Buck and a few guys from the 100th were sitting. He was clearly drunk, slightly stumbling before plopping down in the chair, tapping his foot against the floor as music played.

He looked over at Buck, a grin on his face. "You know what this is missing?" Without even turning, Buck replied. "Nothing" "Vocals!... I'm gonna sing" As soon as Bucky tried to stand up, Buck's hand pulled him back.

Bucky pouted for a moment before leaning over. "Jack! Should I sing?" Jack shook his head, a quick 'no' leaving his lips. Bucky leaned back disappointedly, before turning over again to another member of the 100th. "Should I sing?" "No"

He leaned back in his chair again, fixing his hair as he stared at the musicans. "Alright, you're right... you're right." He sat back for a moment, biting his lip and tapping his hand before shooting out of his seat. Dancing over to the middle of the room before turning to Buck.

"It's my song!" Buck shook his head, watching as his friend grabbed the mic. As he was about to start singing, he saw your eyebrows furrowed as you both made eye contact before sitting next to Buck.

"What's he doing up there?" You asked. Buck sighed, "He said he was gonna sing." Your face turned into a grimace, a big smile on Bucky's face before he started singing, making eye contact as he started.

"Oh, won't you tell me when, we will meet again! Sunday, Monday or always" He was loud, a big smile still on his face as he sang. You sat back and watched, a small smile starting to grow on your face as a small laugh made its way out of you.

There was no possible way he knew the song was a favorite of yours, but there was something nice about the sight of him singing up there- even if it wasnt objectively the best thing you've ever heard. Bucky watched as a small smile appeared on your face, growing more estatic as he sang.

"If you're satisfied, I'll be at your side! Sunday, Monday or always— No need to tell me now, What makes the world go 'round!" Bucky made his way closer to your direction, clearly making eye contact as he continued. "When at the sight of you, my heart begins to pound and pound! and what am I to do?"

A small blush started to appear on your face, trying to bite back a smile as you shook your head, a laugh leaving your chest as he danced around, shaking your head 'no' as he motioned for you to come up. He finished the verse, grabbing your hand and pulling you up onto the dancefloor, mic held up to his mouth. "Can't I be with you, Sunday, Monday or always."

You laughed as he put the mic back on the stand, spinning you around. He smiled down at you as he pulled you close, speaking softly, but loud enough for you to hear. "If I knew I could get you to stop glaring at me everytime I talked to you by serenading you in a bar I would've done this ages ago."

You shook your head, holding back a smile, dancing with him as the music continued. "Don't get cocky with me, this is a... a one time thing-" You couldn't ignore how his face fell for a moment, before being replaced by a smile. "Why do you hate me so much anyways?"

She shook her head. "I don't exactly hate you- I just didn't like your approach the first few times we tried talking." Bucky smiled softly, "And now? What's the verdict sweetheart?" You paused, feet no longer moving to the music. "Hmm... ask me in a few more days and i'll give you an awnser."

She walked away, Bucky sighing in disappointment. He walked back over to Buck before hearing you call him over. "I'm going back to the bar to get a soda, you coming or not?" Bucky looked wide eyed at Buck before smiling and jogging over to you.

Maybe he would finally get his shot.

[inamagicalhallucination]

anyway atsushi who keeps his eyes closed around ppl he feels safe with - so mostly the agency

kunikida sees him first and assumes he's napping and 'wakes him up' and atsushi, who doesn't realize yet why he's doing it is a little embarrassed

kunikida notices it again when theyre walking to a case, atsushi squished in between him and dazai, eyes closed, and he knows that he's not napping but he also doesn't get it

dazai realizes whats up but thinks it only happens cuz of kunikida becuz surely not him

but then one day he's telling atsushi about some prank he's pulling on kunikida and atsushi is nodding along, eyes shut and he's like oh

kyouka misses all the times it happens around her just becuz its not strange to see someone lying on the couch at their home, eyes closed, so how is she supposed to know that he's only doing it becuz he feels safe ???

ranpo knows whats going on and is very pleased when atsushi sits next to him on the train to their mission with his eyes closed - until they accidentally missed their stop becuz ranpo didn't know where they were going

when it happens to ranpo, everyone starts picking up that somethings going on

dazai and ranpo know for sure - and through ranpo yosano knows too - and everyone knows atsushi closes his eyes around them for some reason but they arent really sure why

atsushi doesn't close his eyes around yosano - not until theyre hanging out and yosano takes her long white coat off and leaves it behind becuz she doesn't need it and in minutes atsushi is at complete ease around her

junichiro keeps his hand on atsushi's arm when theyre walking or in public so that if atsushi's eyes are closed he doesn't bump into anything or anyone

kenji initially thinks that atsushi is trying to mimic ranpo and yeah fair enough but then when he realizes he closes his eyes around atsushi too which does cause them to bump into each other but also its sweet so

it takes atsushi the longest to do so around fukuzawa - not becuz he has anything against the man - but becuz he's a figure w/ authority over atsushi and atsushi doesn't have the best experience. where he knows yosano well enough and only her long white coat makes him hesitate, and for all of kunikida's scolding - his hands are kind when they ruffle atsushi hair and his eyes are filled with concern as he makes sure atsushi is eating - but atsushi rarely sees the president in comparison

the first time he's in his presence with his eyes closed fukuzawa is touched

anyway

when everyone in the agency finds out what it means its like:

yosano, dazai, ranpo - already knew

kenji - figured it out

kyouka - reevaluating every time atsushi has ever closed his eyes

kunikida - bright red, spluttering remembering how often atsushi does it in his presence

junichiro - pleased and vowing to close his eyes too

haruno and naomi - "atsushi are you actually a cat who turns into a human"

anyway who else

lucy thinks he's not listening to her when he does it and when he tells her she gets flustered calls him an idiot and then gives him a present to show her own appreciation of him and then pretends to not know what he's talking about

andddd

i dont know how to describe akutagawa's reaction to his boyfriend, who he had an antagonistic and violent relationship with in the beginning, thinking that akutagawa - violent, kills without thought, weapon more than human - is safe

akutagawa's whos ability has only been a monster is able to use it in front of atsushi w/o atsushi ever thinking its unsafe

all that trust and love atsushi has carefully put out for akutagawa - yeah i cant describe the emotions akutagawa would feel to be this loved, this trusted

[julibeeline]

hii i really liked your ‘accidentally revealing the relationship’ with crew boys and i was wondering if you could do that with tommy and wilbur??? if not, it’s fine so dw!

tommy and wilbur accidentally revealing their relationship

masterlist

A/N: SEE WHAT I DID WITH WILBURS? OH MY GOD THIS WAS FUN THANK YOU

WILBUR

wilbur’s ‘library girl’ crush was something that spiraled around every one of his streams

he would tell stories about her, and chat would hype him up to ask her out

but after a few weeks past, everyone noticed that wil had stopped talking about her completely

and although they were a few questions asked here and there, people took his silence as a hint that the first date did not go well

something that they didnt know, was that they had started dating! \[^^]>

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“you know they still ask about you sometimes?” wil tells you — thinking his stream was muted

“did you tell them we’re dating?” you ask.

“not yet, but soon i hope” he looks up at you smiling.

when wil returns to his stream, he is absolutely terrified

LIBRARY GIRL??

THEYRE DATING WHAT

OH MY GOD ITS LIBRARY GIRL

“holy shit” his eyes widen, muting his stream (properly this time), looking back up at you

“i was unmuted baby”

I SWEAR HIS LIPS SAID BABY

BABY?? BABY???

WHATTTTT SINCE WHEN

“can i come say hi?” you grin in eagerness.

“sure, cmon come in frame”

you walk over, crouching down to his monitor

“uhh suprise? its library girl, chat” wilbur smiles looking at everyone freaking out

chat loves you — I mean how can they not? wilbur talked about you with so much love :’)

when you leave the room, wilbur brings the mic closer to his face so you dont hear

“i absolutely adore her chat. shes everything.”

TOMMY

“can i kiss you?” those 4 four words were only meant for you — not in the background of ranboo’s stream

ranboo immediately mutes the stream in a panicked rush

IS THAT TOMMYS VOICE

HELLO?? TOMMY?? WTF

THAT WAS 100% TOMMY WHAT

ranboo glances at the chat, his hands going through his hair

“tommy? stream just heard you”

tommy just lets out a breathy laugh in disbelief

“what?”

“what should i do? do you want me to say it wasnt you?”

and tommy turns to you, your heartbeat inceasing every passing second

“do you wanna keep it a secret or tell everyone right now?”

“i dont mind telling people” you say quietly.

“alright, love” he laughs, ruffling your hair :,)

he holds your hand, giving it a tight squeeze while he heads with you to ranboo’s set up

“this was not a bit guys” ranboo says, leaning back in his chair

you give the camera a quick wave, looking at how fast the chat is going

PRETTY PRETTY PRETTY

AWWWWEEEE LOOK AT TOMMYS FACE

IM GONNA SHIT MY PANTS

tommy rests his chin on your head, hugging you from behind.

“chat, this is y/n.”