#the one w the red hair & the one w the pink hair r literally some of the prettiest sims ive ever made

[daydreamertrait]

simbs (´◡`)

[rainchyna]

anger + pent up frustration = smut w/ hbk <3

can i just say, your fucking MIND????

warnings! [shawn is p i s s e d, y/nick/name, your/ring/name, shawn has quite the obvious crush on the reader, flirting ??? hella under developed like fr fr , awful attempt at humor, this moves supppper fast deadass, the smut is softer than i like, oral (f), squirting, pet names (doll, sweetheart, etc) language obv]

didn’t double check – pretend there’s no mistakes <3

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you could feel your blood quite literally boil as your eyes scanned through todays card, one singular particular match made you want to rip your hair out.

CHRISTIAN & EDGE vs. THE NEW BROOD (Jeff Hardy & Matt Hardy) (w/Gangrel)

[SPECIAL GUESTS ON COMMENTARY: HEARTBREAK KID AND Y/R/N]

good fucking god, vince mcmahon's brain must function in ways specifically to piss you off, no one had given you heads up or anything about you being commentary. now, the things is, you don't any problems with being on commentary, especially being that you were going to watch the hardy boys and, edge and chrisitan wrestle, these were some of your absolute favourite people. your problem was being on commentary with the heartbreak kid, shawn michael. on your life, there's no body hated moree than that guy. shawn michaels? fuck him with a capital F. you had began an on-screen fued with him which quicky turned into one in real life. shawn was an overall pain in the ass. you knew the way vince was thinking, he's trying to milk the fuck out of this fued, which was working. this was certainly going to get people talking. oh, were the fans gonna love this. as your face was in your palm, you heard heels clicking down the hallways, you look up and it was stephanie, "hey y/n/n, are you okay?" she asks, "i have commentary with shawn later!" you groaned, leaning back agaisnt the wall. "aw, c'mon it'll be fine, it'll be funny" she said, rubbing your shoulder. "no, it won't! shawn is fucking annoying!" she smiled at you before saying "you know how a kid bullies their crush because they don't know how to say how they feel?" you narrowed your eyes, head tilted as you were trying to understand what she was saying.

oh?

oh.

oh. c'mon, him?!

"you're not serious." you say, stephanie just flashed a smile and walked away. "you're not just gonna walk away, are you?!" she just blows you a kiss, you roll your eyes and walk back to your locker room. you slump back into your couch. "that fucking bitch" you mumble. god, did the thought of shawn piss you off, that stupid handsome bastard. what no, not handsome, hot! yeah, wait not fucking hot..he is pretty..hot... stupid! yeah that's the word. what even am i thinking off. you close you eyes for a second, only for shawn's pretty dumb smile to flash across your mind. "good god!" you exclaim out loud. a knock on the door interrupts your under-developed rage fit, janelle de'leon, you make-up artist walk in, dragging a load off of clothes under her arms, shoes and heels under the other arm and her make-up bag between her teeth. "hwlp meh" she mumbles, you quickly grab the bag and some of the clothes, placing them on the sofa next to where you were seated. "what's all this about?" you ask eyeing the clothes, bright white with red heart prints, leather jackets with sliver buttons, pink and black berrets, and so much more patterns that almost left you colour-blind. "stephaine sent you the shoes, gotta get you ready for the commentary segment later" she said as she began setting down the usual items for your make-up. "and the clothes, the make-up?" you ask, picking up one of the hats, examining it. "shawn michales sent them" she nonchalantly replied. "i beg your fucking pardon?"

janelle blows you a kiss, "he also sent this". you look at your reflection in your little booth's mirror, only for your own confused face to stare back at you. you couldn't even lie, these clothes were pretty. "c'mere, gotta make you even prettier for later" janelle said with a smile.

as you lathered on the last layer on red lip gloss, janelle gave your hair one last brush through, "you know what, shawn has both good in clothes and wome- mhm. nevermind" she said quickly turning around as she began to pack up the make-up. "mhm? what do you mean?" you ask, "maybe, just a little, teeny tiny bit, shawn has a crush on you" she said. you roll your eyes at her, before looking back at your hair in the mirror. "aw c'mon, y/n. shawn actually really likes you, everyone can tell" she said "well i can't" you say, "seriously? look at the gear you're wearing right now, do the red hearts on the white silk remind you of someone? the red lipstick? the barret?" janelle pointed out. you look down at what you were wearing, it all clicked. it looked oddly similar to shawn's ring gear, you groan out loud realizing why he sent the clothes. "it's about time you get yourself a man, y/n" janelle finally said, zipping up the make-up before leaving the room and you just there as stephaine's words from earlier echoed through your head.

"you know how a kid bullies their crush because they don't know how to say how they feel?"

maybe he's not that bad..

NO MERCY! 1999

you stood in gorilla waiting for your moment to go out, "alright, you're on!" a staff said, your music hit and you immediately ran out to the stage, the fans' screams and cheers deafening. jerry lawler and jim ross commenting about how beautiful you look, as you walked down the ramp your high five as many fans as you can even hugging a little girl in the process. you made your way down to where you were supposed to sit, next to jerry. you put on your headphones, and before you're even comfortable in your seat, the loud, three, recognizable, feminine moans echoed throughout the arena and shawn's music hit driving the fans even crazier, with you both out here, the fans knew something iconic was about to go down, you rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the tiny smile that creeped up your lips, so you ended up covering your face 'in annoyance'. shawn made his way down the ramp and towards you, jim and the king. jim and jerry were talking about the event, and you and shawn being here on commentary when you felt him tap on your shoulder, you side-eye him, he moved closer, removing your headphones before whispering in your ear. "i see you got the clothes i sent you, pretty girl" his deep voice rang through your ears, "you're not as slick as you think you are, dummy. i know why you did this" you say looking away. "that red lipstick makes you look so fucking good, baby" "you're enjoying this way too much, aren't you?" you hiss. "oh lord, they're already up each other's throats!" jim said, noticing the tension between you and shawn.

the match had started for about ten minutes, edge, christian and the hardys will always be able to put on increadible matches. you would've enjoyed the match. you would've. but, shawn sitting right next to you, talking every 0.001 seconds, distracting you, made it unenjoyable for you. "you know what shawn, if you talked this much during matches, i know for fact that i can talk you out of you intercontinental championship" you said, annoyance lacing your voice.

“you? an IC champion? please!" he scoffed.

“oh yes please, you'll get a fucking beating if you ever end in the ring with me" you spat.

“if you just wanna see me half-naked and sweaty, you can very nicely ask, y/r/n" he smirked, "would rather die than see that" well, you weren't exactly being truthful... "that would not be a sight to see" you added.

"wouldn't be the sight to see?! i'm the sexiest man in this company!"

"i beg to differ"

"oh, fuck you!"

"fuck me yourself, coward!" you spat.

by now the crowd was more invested in your argument more than the match, and jim and jerry were laughing with tears almost running down their faces. this was a gold mine!

for the rest of the night, you tried to not have the match be overshadowed by you and shawn's bickering. and as soon as it ended, you immediately said goodbye to ross and lawler, fliping shawn off and blowing kisses to the crowd. as you went backstage, the first thing you saw was vince laughing hysterically, with the biggest smile you've ever seen from him, "y/n! i never realized how much of promo genius you are! did you write that yourself?" he asked. vince never really praised any promo that much, let alone an unscripted one. "uh, no. i kinda just got caught in the moment and spat shit, y'know?" you say. "well just saying. that was really damn good" you smile at him "thank you!" atleast you got something out of this damn brawl.

backstage.

you hadn't even fully sat down sat down before you heard a knock on you door, you sigh before getting up to unlock the door. you didn't even get to see who it was, as you were pushed back against the opposite wall, the door slamming loud behind you. strong arms had pinned against the wall as a tall figure towered you. you looked up only to see shawn looking down at you, and you could've sworn he was burning holes into your eyes. one of his hands canged both of yours above your head, while the other held onto your waist pulling you close to him. you can smell the strong cologne that he used, ut was slowly intoxicating you, he didn't even say a word, he immediately kissed you. something thing in the back of your head told you to kiss him back, so you did. and god did it feel good. you really didn't want to enjoy this, you really didn't. but the way he was holding you close to him, the way his lips were moving against yours, everything for some reason felt right.

he pulled away from you, and even though you were both professional wreslters, you were both out of breath, "fuck me yourself coward? i'll show you" oh shit, a slight smirk found it's way to your face. you never really understood why shawn had this effect on you, and why specifically him. he'd have you rolling your eyes everytime he'd so not discreetly check you out, but blushing the second he'd walk away. giggling to yourself like school girl inlove everytime he'd drop a flirty comment, but you'd dry your hardest to look annoyed. at some point you even thought that he'd show up in your dreams. his lips meets yours again, your hands are lost in his soft, golden hair. your lips push and pull against each other as his tongue dances with yours. “jump” he mumbled against your lips and you immediately do as you’re told. you wrap you legs around his torso as he holds your outer thighs, his lips make their way to your neck, licking and biting placing as many love bites as he can, leaving you breathless. “shawn, please do something” you moan, “oh, i will” he mutters against your neck. pulling you away from the wall, he gently places you on the sofa facing the door before climbing on top of you and kissing you again. you can feel him ever so slightly grind against you, so you grind back onto him earning a light groan from him. he slides your shirt off of you, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses until he reached the hem of your pants, his eyes meet yours for a second, you nod at him letting him know that you wanted this. he pulls down your pants, removing them from your legs revealing your pretty lace panties, that were now unbearably sticky with your wetness. shawn’s big hands move up from your legs to your hips, gently, he tugs off your underwear tossing it next to your other garments that had pooled on the floor. he pulls your legs apart before getting on his knees in front of you, you close your eyes, bracing yourself for what he’s about to do and the second they’re completely shut, you feel his warm tongue against your slit. his tongue moves smoothly against your delicate flesh, teasing your clit with little nibs every now and then. “y-you did-dn’t lock the door” you stutter, “we’ll g-get caught”, he chuckles. “that’s the fun part”. one of his hands keeps your legs open as the other teases your slit, he slowly pushes two of his fingers inside you, causing you to whine loudly, “you’re being pretty loud for someone who doesn’t wanna get caught” he smirks, and as much as you wanted to say something back, you couldn’t. his fingers were working magic inside you, curling inside you and stretching you out, he pushed another fingers inside you. your brain went blank, and your body was heating up quickly, he dove back in between your legs, the pressure on your clit from his tongue was too much, you can feel your orgasm building up fast. “s-shawn” you whimpered, you grabbed as fistful of his hair making him groan into your pussy, sending shivers up your spine, “shawn, p-please, oh fuck, fuck” you cried. your back arched and your vision became hazy, “cum for me” he mumbles against you, you body processed before your mind did, and you were cumming on his face. a loud whimper escaped your lips as you felt him pull away from you, “so sweet for me, pretty girl” he says. you look at him, eyes droopy, his lips and chin glistened with your juices, his hair was messy and you can see his boner through his tight pants.

“w-want you inside” you say, his lips curl into his classic shit-eating grin, “think you can handle me, doll?” you roll your eyes, fixing you position on the sofa, “do you want to find out, or are you just gonna stand there?” you say. his hands messily undo his pants, as he shimmies out of them, you can properly see the tent that had formed in his pants, pre-cum staining his grey boxers. the sight was enough to have you drooling, “think you deserve it?” shawn said maintaining eye contact with you, you quickly nod your head, needing him more than ever. “think you can handle me darlin’?” his texan accent twangs, he holds your face in one of his hands, other patting your hair. “yes, sir” you reply. he smirk before kissing you. a deep, lustful one. so passionate you can feel him pouring his soul into it, pulling away from you, you both attempt to catch your swiftly stolen breath, you take some time to admire how genuinely beautiful shawn was. from his sharp, defined jawline to the curve of his pink lips. his high cheek bones to his gorgeous blue eyes. his thick eyebrows furrowed as he caught you deep in thought, “what are you thinkin’ about, pretty?”

let me sit on your face.

“you.”

“being cute ain’t gonna get you anywhere. you’ll get it good for being a smart ass, baby. you’re mine and only mine from now on” he says, finally pulling off his boxers as they had gotten uncomfortably tight around him. only his. his cock sprang out, slapping against his abdomen, his tip was a bright, angry pinkish-red. he was both long and thick, definitely bigger than average. way bigger, and for a split second you questioned whether or not he’ll fit. he moved on top of you, your arms immediately wrapped themselves around his neck, put he pushed them away, pinning them above your head, his other hand aligned his cock with your soaking cunt. he slowly pushed himself inside you, you bit down on your lips trying to drown down you moans. “s-shawn” you cried, “i know, baby i know” he bottomed out, mumbling against your neck. he slowly began rocking against you, moving so well inside you tears were forming in the corners of your eyes, he moved up, his hand gripping onto your hip as the other kept your hands away. his thrusts began getting faster and deeper, your back arched, mouth falling open as you struggled to let out anything that wasn’t his name, you clenched tightly around him. “fuck baby, y-you wanna k-keep doin’ that, i’ll fill you up.” he groaned, his hand moved up from your hips to your waist, upwards towards you breasts, then towards your neck were he had left several marks, a little gift to you remind you who you belong to. he wraps his fingers around you neck, just tight enough so that you’re mind numbingly marinated in pleasure. his hips pick up speed, the sofa beneath you shakes as he thrusts into you so deep you swear you can feel him near your lungs. the pressure that had built up inside you was too much to handle, “m’ gonna cum, shawn, i-i, cumming!” you gasp. “do it, cum all over me sweetheart” he encourages. your body goes limp as your orgasm pushes through you, yet he doesn’t cease his movements. you couldn’t tell if he’s chasing his own high, or if he’s trying to overstimulate you. you let a out a loud shudder as his hand finally lets go of yours before latching itself onto your clit, massaging and rubbing it harshly. you could feel another orgasm building up, you couldn’t handle it. “sha-shawn, i c-can’t, too sensitive” you whimper. “hold on for me doll, a-almost th-there” he moans. you tried, you really tried, but you squirted all over his abdomen, soaking him in your arousal. the sight of you squirting on him like that triggered shawn’s orgasm, he collapsed on top of you as his hot, sticky cum coated your walls. your eyes were barely open, and your breathing was not steady. “you still there, pretty?” he asks, you mumble incoherencies as your eyes slowly opened. “what are you saying?” he asks, “you tell anyone, and ‘m killing you” you say, a light smile tugging on your lips, “whatever you want, sweetheart”.

[cyborg-franky]

Can I have spicie list alphabet for Corazon please darling...... I've been a patient baby....... 👉🏻👈🏻

patient

N/SFW UNDER CUT

A - Alone time

STRESSED BOY he needs a good self love session to calm down sometimes, let off some steam, has a cheeky wank in the shower at night in hopes of getting to sleep easier.

B - Bondage

He doesn't like to tie people up, maybe his partner using cuffs on him though..

C - Crying

BIG HUGE TURN OFF

D - Dominance

He can try and be dom for the right person, maybe, but he enjoys having his partner in control, he enjoys being topped, no matter how much bigger then his partner he is.

E - Extra info

He likes to give oral, he loves to hear his partner in pleasure, have hands tugging at his hair.

F - Food play

Maybe in the sense of hand feeding his lover strawberries..

G - Group sex

He stumbled in on one two many of Doffy's orgies in his time and has been permanently scarred from the memory. One on one please.

H - Humiliation

Maybe a little teasing of 'oh your so aroused' but else wise? no

I - Impact play

He will give his partner a light spank but he isn't a fan, he knows he's a big guy and worries almost all the time he'll hurt someone.

J - Jelly

Big boy with a big buddy. Lube, he had to use it, the extra slippy one.

K - Kissing

Kissing, messy kisses on the lips and neck, smearing his makeup as he goes. Likes to kiss his partners bum in a cute playful way.

L - Lighting

Depends on mood, he prefers them off because how self conscious he is of all his scars.

M - Masochism

A little playful nipple tugging..

N - Not yet

He doesn't like to force or deny orgasms, he likes everything to happen naturally.

O - Outdoor sex

Too nervous about being seen/caught

P - Photography

Would delete all photos that were sent him in case he accidentally sent one. Law was VERY confused about some random persons ass on his phone when he simply asked when they were going for coffee.

Q - Quiet please

He likes to make little moans to show he's enjoying it, he likes to hear his partners though, louder the better. His power can keep them all away from other peoples ears.

R - Routine

He kind of.. stumbles his way into dating? one night stands? he just literally and physically falls into situations. He will take them on a few dates before hand though, unless he really, really likes them.

S - Sleepy sex

Half awake, lazy morning sex while the day is still starting are always good.

T - Top or bottom

Power bottom

U - Underwear

He likes bright colours and doesn't feel less of a man for wearing pink undies with red hearts all over them.

V - Voyeurism

Away from prying eyes, he likes his time to be his or his partners. though he likes when his partner puts on a show.

W - Water

He fell into water once mid hump. Does that count?

X - X-dressing

Y - Yes, Master [names]

Call him his real name, low, a moan into his ear and you'll own him.

Z - Zones

Chest, he likes attention on his chest, his nipples, his pecs, everything.

[missmitchieg]

Julie And The Phantoms: A (Unhelpful) Guide For The Newbies - Part 2

Nick Danforth-Evans:

- Played by: Sacha Carlson

- Julie's friend

- Guitar Boy #2

- Bisexual

- Adopted child of Chad and Ryan Danforth-Evans

- Can. Not. Dance. but it's fine

- Stans Julie And The Phantoms

- Julie used to have a crush on him

- Now he has a crush on her

- Also has a crush on that curly blond boy on the lacrosse team

- Dated a lesbian once, oops

- ✨ Vibes ✨ with her music, though

- Literally everyone likes him

- A respectful King

- Some shit goes down with him in the finale, it wild

Carrie Wilson:

- Played by: Savannah Lee May

- Nicknames: Pink, Demon

- Julie and Flynn's ex friend/'bully'

- Still refers to Julie as 'one of her oldest friends', though

- Her mom is seemingly not around, unclear if divorced or dead

- Lead singer of her group, Dirty Candy

- Is the lesbian Nick dated

- Barbie Girl in a Barbie World

- Could use a hug

- Is in love with Flynn and kinda mad about it

- It's mutual, but neither of them know

- They haven't discussed it

- Stans Julie And The Phantoms

- Compliments Julie

- Is just there at every Julie And The Phantoms performance

- Fashion icon

- HER SOUL IS MADE OF PINK GLITTER

- Her vocals slay tbh

- Baby girl can dance

- Makes everyone say wow

- Saturn necklace

- Always looks good

Bobby Shaw/Trevor Wilson:

- Played by: Taylor Kare (Teen) & Steve Bacic (Adult)

- Former Rhythm guitarist of Sunset Curve

- Current solo artist

- Carrie's dad

- Pretty cool fashion sense

- Lion Necklace

- Is in therapy and meditates

- Needs a nap tbh

- Has a giant thing with his face on it on the wall

- Helicopter with his face on it

- SOMEONE GIVE HIM A HUG

- Red, black and white like Reggie

- Liked to jam with Reggie

- Also flirted with Rose

- However was lowkey jealous of Rose when Reggie was flirting with her

- They never discussed it

- Stole Sunset Curve's music to kickstart his career

- Not on Luke's song writing level, but it's fine

Mitch Patterson:

- Played by: Michael Ryan

- Luke's dad

- Seems like a Christian

- Unclear if unsupportive or indifferent to Luke being in a band

- Reads

- Plaid

- I feel like he watches old black and white shows

Emily Patterson:

- Played by: Jennifer-Juniper Angeli

- Luke's mom

- Sweet lady

- Watches I Love Lucy re-runs

- Bakes cake for Luke's birthday

- Knits

- Definitely Christian

- Loudly unsupportive of Luke being in a band

Mrs. Harrison:

- Played by: Marci T. House

- Julie's music teacher

- Prays for Julie

- Stans Aretha Franklin and Etta James

- Fashion icon

- Nice lady

- Deserves a cookie for being cool

- Has a corgi named Stuart

- Probably wlw

Willie:

- Played by: Booboo Stewart

- Handsome Ghost Boy #4

- Alex's boyfriend/Soulmate

- Gay Sk8er Boi

- *Seductive hair flip*

- Touch starved

- Would stab in retaliation

- Was that kid that takes in strays and nurses them back to health

- An Angel

- Crop tops & cute socks

- Had a shark phase

- Good vibes all around

- Has done nothing wrong ever in his life or afterlife

- Be Gay Do Crimes*

- ACAB

- Used to have an orange lava lamp

- *Confessed to breaking and entering, grand theft auto, kidnapping, and obstruction of justice

- Screams in museums

- Literally crashes into Alex and proceeds to flirt with him

- Falls in love immediately

- Not subtle about that love at all

- Would do anything for Alex

- Good Boy

Caleb Covington:

- Played by: Cheyenne Jackson

- Gay AF

- Evil ghost magician

- Fabulous

- Literal Actual Demon

- Puts on a good show

- Lowkey a cult leader ngl

- Sparkly

- Dramatic AF

- Would stab as a warning

- Terrifying

- Conscience? Is That a spice?

- W O R L D D O M I N A T I O N

- Master manipulator

- Pipes McGee

- Creepy AF

- Would enslave teenage boys for his own benefit

- Would also kill teenage boys for not joining his cult

- Is a little bitch

- Deserves to be sucker punched

[volfoss]

💛?

Hi! I assign you...

Athena Asamiya!

she is like. THE magical girl in kof. let me tell u all abt her. so she has psychic powers!! and shes an idol! but shes like very chill and literally THE nicest character in the series. she loves her peter rabbit tea set which like. best character trait etc! shes rly good at like making web sites and enjoys all kinds of computer stuff! she loves sweet foods (Momiji manju, things with kinako dissolved in milk; strawberry daifuku, Sakura daifuku, churros)!! when i tell u genuinely. she is nice to LITERALLY everyone. let me like give examples: iori and ash. iori is like. evil supreme but not really. hes goofy silly hes my babygirl but everyone hates him. but athena shows like. genuine concern for him esp after all hes been thru (iori is like um. sure involved in plots). ash is literally the worst 16 year old ever (affectionate. hes like a brother to me) and EVERYONE but maybe 4 people hate him. now let me like show u some of her win dialogue to ash in particular:

^ GOING INSANE. so ash went missing and like. shes never been on his team. she has NO reason to rly wanna help him or his team. but by god she is gonna. i just ough.

^ ALSO THIS. like ash genuinely is very much a guy who like carries stuff on his own and doesnt like to confide in other people when he has problems and even tho theyre fighting shes like trying to help him.

OK. back to info i just like. needed u to see how shes just genuinely SUCH a kind person. OK ALSO. u will like this but shes like. def aromantic coded a bit

^ kensou is her teammate and she is like. always rly friendly to him despite him just being like hey kinda interested in u romantically she just like. blows him off on it completely. and is just like so glad we r friends :)

SHES ALSO LIKE. very strong to fight as! shes not my main or anything but shes rly rly tough!! BUT ANYWAYS. blorbo image time.

^ this pic is like. actually so swagtacular. so let me give like an explanation. athenas hair length changes in EVERY game and her hair was a short bob in 99 (when this art is from!) but the fact that like idk. it feels like a very trans picture to me personally (i hc her as nonbinary if that matters lmao) but how like blue mary (far left in the red top) is just like cheering her on, and how king (middle in the pink suit) is like just rly cheerfully giving her a haircut and how even leona (far right in the green suit) is having a good time. images that mean the world to me etc. also like. shes friends w the womens team canonically (which has Mai, King, and Yuri a lot of the time) and i just ough. idk i love their interactions.

^ this picture is simply like rly pretty n cool and i just. ough. she is so strong she is my best friend etc. i love her so much and this art is so good.

^ rough sketch but like. i need u to see shes besties w my friend Kula. i love it so so much i just oughhhh sobs. i love how theyre friends. i just oughhh <- is experiencing many emotions rn

^ her w her team!! the old guy (Chin Gentsai) is her and Kensou's mentor! and kensou is the guy to the far right! i just ough. they r all friends etc. i love it

^ my fave athena look! its from kof 2001 and i just ough. i love her outfit here and her short hair! imo it rly suits her and i just!!! i love athena so much literally one of THE characters ever

^ NEED u to see her cute little red shorts outfit here! the other characters from L to R are: Yuri Sakazaki (my best friend!! shes another character i think u would like), Kasumi Todoh (VERY swag she makes funny puns), Athena, and Mai Shiranui (literally THE woman EVER AND EVER.)

[watermelonlipstick]

Dreams, Chapter 7

If you haven’t read this series before, you might want to start on Chapter 1, or check out the Dreams Masterlist! Here’s the series description:

When Dean dies for good leaving Sam and his girlfriend (the reader) behind, they must figure out how to carry on without him. Alone, reeling, and unsure what to do next, trying to honor Dean’s memory and follow their hearts gets even more complicated when their nightmares become dreams that feel a little too real.

Title: Dreams, Chapter 7

Pairing: (past) Dean Winchester x Reader, (eventual) Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 4184

Summary: Life moves toward normalcy for Sam and the reader, regardless of emotional turmoil.

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, s l o w  b u r n

          A few days later the Kaisers came into the bar for a nightcap and asked you and Sam to come to their house for dinner. You couldn’t think of a reason not to, and honestly thought maybe it would be nice to have something to structure the week around. It had been quiet, just barely beneath solemn while the dust settled and Sam stayed mostly silent while you moved around each other throughout the day. At least at the Kaisers’ Sam would have to talk to you, maybe even sidle up close to you during waking hours to keep up the couples’ charade. A little zap of guilt moved through you as you politely agreed to a time, that the second thought you’d had was about getting closer to Sam under this guise. In any case, the Kaisers were kind, it wouldn’t hurt to have a nice meal with someone else, and if you were going to stay here, it would be a good idea to avoid appearing standoffish. You bought their last drink and were waving after them when Sam came upstairs from changing a keg.

           “We’re going to the Kaisers’ for dinner tomorrow,” you offered, trying to keep your voice even and making a point of not staring at Sam too long. It was a challenge; since Sam had kissed you and even more since he’d divulged that longing was part of the tangle of emotions he was feeling, it was on your mind nearly constantly, adding a murky stripe to the ever-present grief.

           “Oh, uh, okay.” Sam jammed his hands into the pockets of his jeans like he didn’t know what to do with them. “What time?”

           “They said 7:30. Don’t let me forget; I think we should bring a bottle of wine or something, so I can grab one tomorrow.”

           “Yeah, that works.”

           You wanted to drag out the conversation but couldn’t think of any way to that wasn’t cloying or desperate. If this (hopefully temporary) emotional distance was what Sam needed, it was unfair for you to try to take it from him. A quick nod and you returned to washing glasses.

           The rest of the shift passed agonizingly slowly. Sam put on a podcast about Jonestown for the drive home.

           You’d decided to walk over to the Kaisers’ with Sam the next day, bundled up on top of a presentable sweater that you hadn’t worn in a few years. Biting wind sliced through your jeans and seemed to creep into your coat even as you dug your chin inside the collar like a turtle, and when Sam noticed he threw an arm around you. His side blocked a bit of the wind and he rubbed your shoulder to warm it with friction. The impulse to curl up into his ribs was fierce, but you fought it down to wrap your forearms around the bottle of red wine that looked the fanciest of the midrange bottles at the grocery store. Where seconds before you had been wishing the walk were shorter, now you could’ve stayed out in the ice forever if it meant Sam would allow himself to be close to you again without being asleep. You’d made peace with the want, trying hard to decide that feeling crazy on top of your grief wasn’t helping anyone.

           “Ready?” Sam asked with a tentative smile at the doorway. The Kaisers lived in a version of your cabin, in the sense that many of the houses in the area were log-hewn and rustic. However, they were clearly here to stay. Window flowerbeds filled with pinecones for the season and delicately carved shutters framed warm casts of light streaming onto the snow through gauzy ivory curtains, and their door opened to a tiny front porch where yours simply had a small ungraceful cement platform. For a moment, you thought about how comforting it would be to come back here at the end of a shift. It didn’t feel like somewhere as darling as this could have a half-broken boiler that rattled all day or plastic-coated countertops. This was a home and not a hideout.

           You gave Sam what you hoped was a reassuring grin and watched as his long finger pressed an old-fashioned doorbell encased in wrought iron.

           Mike answered the door. He had on a fuzzy pullover that made him look even more like a teddy bear than he normally did, nubbly wool spanning his belly like fur. He had the kind of rosy full-cheeked smile some jolly men combined with their booming voices to seem like the Ghost of Christmas Present, and a well-groomed beard with two starkly delineated streaks of gray-white dropping straight down from the corners of his mouth. From previous neighborly hugs, you knew he smelled like piney aftershave. He was a little taller than average, and built former-linebacker solid. You would’ve bet anything he was the perfect dad to call to help move you into a college apartment or scare an ex-boyfriend, and the thought of it made you cheerful and sad all at once. The hand not holding the doorknob had a pint of dark beer. “Great, you’re here! Babs, they’re here,” he added over his shoulder, gesturing an arm to welcome you into the home.

           Sam waited for you to go first, shuffling his feet along the doormat in tandem with you as Mike closed the door. You followed Mike’s socked initiative and gently toed your boots off while you handed him the bottle of wine somewhat shyly. For all the years you’d been on your own, there was something so decidedly adult about bringing wine over to the dinner party of a middle-aged couple that felt like those first few meetings of your parents’ friends after college, when you’re not sure whether to call them by their first names or resign yourself to a life of Mr This and Mrs That. Mike seemed to pick up on it, thoughtfully appraising the bottle and squeezing your shoulder, humming about how you didn’t have to bring anything. He clapped Sam on the back and asked him how he was doing before teasing gently about how long his hair had gotten, and you took in the house.

           It was bigger than the cabin you were staying in, the staircase to your left suggesting an upstairs that yours didn’t have, but what was far more striking was how warm it felt both in mood and literal temperature. A fire crackled straight through the main room in front of you, surrounded by giant river rock stonework that offset caramelly beige walls. A deep, plush canvas sofa faced the fireplace, flanked by two equally overstuffed armchairs upholstered with burnt sienna stained leather. Quick visual survey gave you a count of 4 throws in the room of various weights and patterns.

           The kitchen was over to the right through the dining room. Barbie was wearing an apron covered in piglets and appeared to be basting something in the oven, turning toward you and absentmindedly wiping her hands. Fluffy, soft-looking hair was held back from her face with a pair of no-nonsense tortoiseshell barrettes. “Oh, perfect! I thought I hadn’t left enough time for the roast, but it looks about done. Can I get you two a drink?”

           Sam’s soft, encouraging smile was enough to make you feel a little weak in the knees. “Sure! It smells great in here.”

           “How about an old fashioned? We’ve been working through a great bottle of bourbon.”

           “Works for me,” Sam agreed, and you nodded as well.

           A few moments of small talk later, Sam offered to help Barbie with the food. She graciously accepted, giving him some job you knew she could’ve easily done herself as a way to make him feel more comfortable. Mike noticed you looking at the variety of pictures on the wall and started talking about their kids, putting names to each cheerful face. They were a good-looking family, the Kaisers, all big beaming smiles and limbs protectively wrapped around each other over the course of different seasons and major events. You’d had to let go of this idea years ago, long before Dean was gone, but it still made you ache in a nondescript way to see a family so happy and so each others’, not only in the way they loved but also in the way they so obviously belonged. Mike and Barbie were good people, and they deserved this. You tried to focus on the affection in Mike’s face as he talked, asking a few clarifying questions as he went. A few moments later, Sam came up behind you.

           “Barbie says we should go sit down.” There was a pinkness to his cheeks and you couldn’t tell if it was the warmth of the kitchen or residual windburn from your walk over.

           The table was one of those single-plank, live-edged ones you’d always coveted and knew were far more expensive than they looked. It fit the elevated rustic feel of the Kaisers’ house and the delicious, rib-sticking meal you were eating off of it. As you fawned over the roast and Barbie did the requisite Midwestern dance of ‘oh it’s nothing I’ll give you the recipe’ it was easy to fantasize about belonging somewhere like this, having parents like this, pictures of your cousins and nieces and nephews lining the walls of your childhood home. Indulgent, clearly, even more so than the rich food and smooth liquor, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel guilty about it.

           “So, have you two always worked in the bar industry? That always seemed so fun to me—but I’m too old to do anything like that now,” Barbie asked.

           “Oh, come on, you’d be a great bartender,” Sam insisted, always coming down on the exact right spot between flattering and politely flirtatious. “But uh, no. This is the first bar I’ve worked in for more than a few weeks, actually.”

           Mike raised his eyebrows in an indication to continue but Sam artfully avoided his gaze. You couldn’t tell what the cue was—how honest was Sam planning on being? An old classic, the technically-true, seemed like the best option. “I worked as a bartender through and a little bit after college.”

           “Silly me, I guess I had always thought that’s how you two had met; you seem like such a good team there! How did you meet, then?”

           You artfully popped an entire fingerling potato in your mouth to force Sam to take over. “Uh, our, ah, families were friends.” In the sense that Bobby had been like an uncle to you both, maybe. A complete non-answer that sort of encompassed the barebones of the situation if you squinted at it right, but neither Mike nor Barbie seemed to recognize the opacity of it.

           “That’s great. I bet your parents were excited then, seeing you get together,” Mike suggested before taking a sip of bourbon. Both you and Sam smiled affirmatively—not together, many of those parents long dead before we had even met—and hoped the moment would pass. “How long has it been, then? Since you got together?”

           That one you couldn’t even guess what the right pretend answer would be and prepared to joke ‘too long’ before Sam said, “About two years. We knew each other for a long time before that, though.” It made sense, as far as answers went. ‘About two years’ since Dean was gone, since your lives changed, but it still ripped through you like an electric shock and sent you reeling. You could have spent an hour looking at that statement from every angle but snapped out of it when Barbie gave you a basket of rolls to pass to Mike.

           “So that explains why she doesn’t have a ring,” Mike winked, playfully knocking Sam’s arm with his fork still in his hand. “Two years isn’t that long.”

           Two years is a lifetime. Sam blushed and looked down at his plate. “Be nice. Kids don’t get married at 20 like they used to,” Barbie teased from across the table, smirking at her husband with so much love behind her eyes. You couldn’t help but wonder if you would’ve looked at Dean like that across some dining room table if things had been different and your mind flashed on the kitchen counter a few nights before, silently clinking rocks glasses together over pie and wanting to hold Sam until the world got more fair.

           The plates were cleared and an amazing, sticky bread pudding was brought out. Mike and Barbie coaxed each other into telling stories that made you genuinely belly laugh until finally you couldn’t suppress a tiny yawn and the final drink was poured with a joke about how it wasn’t like you were driving home, so what was the harm? You all moved to the living room in front of the fire, sitting next to Sam on the couch when Mike and Barbie took what must’ve been their normal spots in each armchair. Old cushions folded up around you comfortingly and rolled you slightly into Sam’s weight next to you, lining up the firm stretch of his thigh along yours. Warmth from the fire and Sam, the pleasant sounds of your hosts’ voices and Sam’s answers to them rumbling through you as vibrations when he spoke were so sweet and heavy under the bourbon, and your eyelids began to droop.

           Sam’s hand gently covered your knee. “Ready to go?” he asked, low with a private smirk.

           You made a conscious effort to sit up straight. “I’m so sorry, I can barely keep my eyes open! Where are my manners?”

           Mike laughed a big belly laugh from his armchair. “Babs, we’re outlasting the bartenders!”

           Everyone chuckled as you all got up from your chairs, Sam accepting a Tupperware of leftovers before the at-the-doorway conversation of people who didn’t want to go and hosts who didn’t want them to either. You’d been so nervous about the dinner and now you didn’t want to leave, honestly hadn’t really wanted to leave the sofa, just doze against Sam in the heat and company like a child. It had seemed before like maybe Mike and Barbie were just asking you for dinner because it was the thing to do, but they had been genuinely welcoming and you realized that these were the first non-hunter or hunting-related relationships you had made in literal years as you zipped your coat up all the way to the top and followed Sam outside into the quiet night.

           “Man, they are really nice,” he remarked, walking closely enough next to you that your sleeves brushed together.

           You could barely see his face when you looked up to him. “Yeah. We should have them over sometime.”

           “Our place looks like a flop house.”

           You giggled, the sound falling softly on the snow around you. “We can fix it up first.”

           “No real point in fixing it up if we’re not staying here for a long time.”

           “Maybe we could stay a while.”

           Sam looked down at you, slowing to a stop even as the icy wind whipped around you. “You want to stay?”

           “I mean, I—yeah, I think I do. Unless you think we should go somewhere else.”

           “No, I just…I guess I hadn’t really considered it here, the whole “roots” thing.”

           “It’s fucking freezing, can we talk at the cabin?”

           Sam’s laugh rang out across the woodsy surroundings as he clapped an arm around you and shuffled you both home.

           That night you tucked your cold toes between Sam’s flannel-clad legs and tried to imagine Dean as an old man.

           If you’d thought December and January were bad, the intense cold snap of February sent you for a loop. Something about the months of darkness and frozen fingers was making you more stir crazy than normal; the idea of coming home to the cabin seeming less and less enticing as the days went on.

           And then the boiler broke.

           Well and truly broke, not just making the horrible clanging sounds it was prone to, but no heat at all. It had only been a couple weeks since going to dinner at the Kaisers’ and the experimental conversation with Sam about investing time into the cabin which had since fizzled out. A lack of heat at the border of the Upper Peninsula in winter was obviously untenable, and it forced the topic again as you grumpily helped carry in the remnants of another dead tree Sam had felled to heat the home with firewood.

           “Is it worth fixing or is this a sign?” you huffed through the tiny clouds of steam coming out of your mouth. “How much would it cost?”

           “I don’t have a ton of experience with boilers, but I’m pretty sure it’s the heat exchanger. And I have no idea how much it would cost to fix, but I can try to do it myself if the parts aren’t too much.” Pragmatic, genius Sam with the patience for machinery that you didn’t have. He snaked a long arm out from the bundle of wood he was carrying to open the door and hold it for you to scurry under his arm before closing it after both of you.

           Generally, you thought a landlord would probably fix this kind of thing but it always felt a little scary asking him for anything, knowing you paid cash every month and the owner had never asked for a background check. It could have been fine, but every potential conflict seemed like it might be an opportunity to be unceremoniously evicted. Better to either leave before it could happen or solve the problem yourselves. You put a hand on Sam’s chest before he could go back for another bundle of wood. “Let’s talk about it for a second.”

           Sam put his hands on his hips and it accentuated the broad span of his shoulders in his thick jacket. “Okay, right. What do you think?”

           “Well, I mean, do you want to stay here? Or do you want to go somewhere else, or start moving again or something? We haven’t even really talked about it.”

           He seemed to be weighing the options before biting his lip. “Here seems as good a place as any in a lot of ways, you know? Off the beaten path, probably not going to get spotted by anyone we know—knew—and the money is honest.”

           You cut him off with a flippant wave of the hand. “Right, but I’m not talking strategically. Do you want to stay here? Do you like it here?”

           A moment of silence fell as you searched his face for clues. “I—yeah, I do. I like being in the woods, I like the bar, I like people like the Kaisers and Steve and Jake. Maybe I’ll feel differently in the summer but right now I do.”

           The grin cracked open your face slowly. “Good. I like it here too. Do you think the hardware store would have the stuff you need to fix it?”

           “Definitely the first place I would check.”

           After getting the rest of the wood inside and leaving it next to the small fire already burning to dry out, you started to follow Sam to the car before he turned around a step before the door. “Where are you going?” he asked as you almost bumped into him.

           “Hardware store, I thought?”

           “Nice try, we can’t both leave with a fire going.”

           “Oh, I get it. So you get to go sit in the warm car and hang out in the warm hardware store while I turn into a popsicle over here.” You were half-joking, but it was genuinely freezing in the cabin, even with the fire going. Sam rolled his eyes over a smirk and strode around you, pushing the couch tight to the fireplace before retrieving the down comforter from the bed and throwing it on top. He grabbed a rinsed plastic bottle from the top of the recycling bin and filled it with water hot from the tap before throwing it in the microwave for a second.

           “Unless you feel like learning a lot about boilers today, then yes.” He gingerly pulled the bottle out of the microwave and tightened the cap back on, deftly shifting it between hands before tossing it under the comforter on the sofa.

           You were having a hard time holding onto your anger as you watched him make a cup of peppermint tea, still wearing his boots and coat as he moved around the tiny kitchen. Reluctantly, you shuffled over to the couch and removed only your boots and gloves before getting under the blankets, tucking your socked feet around the poor man’s hot water bottle and finally smiling only when Sam brought over the steaming mug of tea with more than a touch of affection under the exasperation coloring his face. “Fine?”

           “Fine.”

           When he came back, you were well into a worn paperback and had put two more logs on the fire already. “Do you need help?” you called over your shoulder from within the comforter cocoon.

           “I think I’ve got it, thanks.” His words came into the room on a gust of cold air while he tapped snow off of his boots.

           “Think you know what you’re doing?”

           “Actually, yeah. The woman at the hardware store—you’d recognize her, Diane I think—knew a fair amount about it. I’m pretty sure I have it under control.” He brought a paper bag weighted with supplies over to the utility closet you knew held the boiler and got to work.

           It was nice watching Sam in this element, always had been. As much as Dean had loved doing little projects and fixing things, both Winchesters were far handier than your average bear and Sam’s natural interest in learning lent itself well to tinkering with all kinds of things. Evidently boilers were not an exception. He shucked his coat off to lie flat on his back, looking up  at something you couldn’t see with his hands gently resting on his ribcage before reaching to grab a wrench. The twisting motion raised his elbow and tugged his shirt a bit up his torso to reveal a few inches of Sam’s lower abdomen, the trail of hair tracing to his belt buckle in slightly sharper contrast to the taught skin around it given the consecutive months spent without sun. It made you blush and you quickly looked back to your book, grateful for the heat that the fireplace was bringing to your cheeks as cover.

           About forty minutes later, Sam tapped your shoulder and startled you out of the goofy historical fiction of the paperback. “Wanna see if it works?”

           He had a stripe of oil or something on his cheek but you resisted the impulse to swipe it off, instead nodding and extricating yourself from the heat of the blanket and couch around you. When you turned it on, the boiler clicked loudly twice in a way you thought might be a bad omen before going silent again. You let an extended beat pass and placed a palm on the side. It was already on the edge of being too hot to touch and you momentarily forgot that you and Sam had decidedly not been continuing your new normal level of comforting affection lately before throwing your arms up high around his neck excitedly. He chuckled into your ear and closed the embrace, forearms crossing your ribcage and hoisting you off the ground as he stood up in your hug. You could feel the fingers of one hand splayed out over your back and side through your jacket, the other still holding the wrench tightly.

           “Okay, no promises it’s going to last, but I think that was it,” Sam offered as you released each other.

           “Crank it! I want it to feel like the Caribbean in here.”

           “You say that now, and in 3 hours you’re going to be whining about how hot you are,” Sam grinned, clearly feeling a little proud of himself even if he wouldn’t admit it. He tapped the wrench absentmindedly against his palm for a moment, considering whether he wanted to say something. “When I was at the hardware store she said our landlord might be open to cutting our rent if we offered to fix up the place.”

           “Who’s we?” you teased, holding your frozen fingers close to the boiler like it was a campfire.

           “I thought you might say that. But seriously, I know you don’t like the color of the walls or the shower pressure or whatever, could make it feel a little less…sterile.”

           You tried not to remember that the last time you’d picked out paint was for a bright pink bedroom at age 12. Sam was right, it could be nice. Even more than that, it would be great to have some leftover cash around, and an extra project to kill a few hours of daylight wasn’t a bad idea.

           “I kind of like the sound of that. I’ll talk to him about whether he’d be game.” Sam squeezed your shoulder before massaging your neck, admiring the boiler distractedly when you continued. “And seriously, thank you for fixing it.”

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Continue to Dreams, Chapter 8

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Here's a prompt I've been thinking about writing but never will Ruby finds that whenever she checks out a book from the library its been checked out before by a W.Schnee as well. Like every book she chooses. So she's suuuper curious as to what type of person she is. She thinks theyre really similar because they have the same tastes in books.And they meet and she finds out that Weiss is nothing like her at all.And cute shit happens? Idk I didn't think this through 😂

BRUH WHAT THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE I went ham on this lmao thank you so much for the prompt idea!! I picture Ruby and Weiss in their twenties in this as a PSA lol ---------- The library was solemn that afternoon. Ruby wandered the stacks, breathing in the paper and leather from the shelves around her. The tips of her fingers skimmed the spines, silver eyes drifting over with no real clarity behind them. She pulled a book free from the shelf with the title The Beast of Vale, automatically flipping it open and skimming the inside cover. Someone sneezed with the force of a gunshot in the distance and Ruby nearly dropped the book, a flustered apology whispered out of sight. She recovered with a soft giggle, tucking it under her arm. Arching up onto her toes to glance at the other covers, there was a second sneeze and another hasty apology. Ruby bit her lip to stifle another laugh, pulling a second book free, Dust Below Dawn, and set to reading the inside cover. She pinched that to her side too, reaching for a third book - and a third sneeze rocketed through the quiet library. She heard a soft swear nearby and shuffled her books into her hands, curiosity pricking at her skin. She slunk to the end of the aisle, poking her head around the corner. “Bless y-” She choked off mid-sentence, her eyes widening. The woman seated amongst the thick red leather couches was far too pretty to be real. Stark white hair draped over her shoulders in silk waves, braided at the temples and leaving the rest to fall loose. White bangs framed her brow, partially covering a thick pale scar over her left eye. Most of her face was covered by a pale blue handkerchief furiously rubbing at her nose, but Ruby could still catch the gem blue eyes squinted against the pressure. They matched the dark and light blues of her three piece suit and matching heels. She had a sleek looking laptop on the coffee table in front of her, a lipstick stained coffee cup set beside it. Accompanying the laptop were several blue-bound books stacked as far away from her as possible, without the threat of them falling off the small table. The woman sniffed daintily, catching Ruby’s movement and hastily folding her handkerchief back into her inside pocket. “Oh -” “Oh um -” Ruby stammered at the same time, nearly jumping out of her skin as those blue eyes focused completely on her. “Did I -” “Bless you!” Ruby blurted out in a panic. The woman paused, blinking at her. “...Thank you..?” “You’re pretty - Welcome!” Ruby squeaked, her heart pounding so hard she was sure she could feel it through the books clutched to her chest. “You’re pretty welcome. Yep.”    An almost invisible smile pitched the corners of the woman’s eyes, amusement coloring her tone. “Pretty welcome. That’s a new one.” Ruby flushed red to the tips of her ears, a clumsy little laugh bursting from her, unchecked. “Well I’m uh, a new one. New-new person, I mean. We’ve never met before. So I’m new. To you.” The working percentage of her brain immediately wished to crawl into a hole and never come out again. Thankfully, her flustering seemed to amuse the woman further, prompting a light, stuttering laugh from her red lips. Ruby was surprised with herself, amazed she was still standing beyond the force of that smile. “You are.” The woman said evenly. Ruby immediately wished she’d worn something nicer to the library, as the weight of those blue eyes skimmed over her attire. Big black boots and black rose stockings lead up to a simple short black dress cinched at the waist and deep red cardigan thrown haphazardly over her shoulders, the tattered ends reaching down to her ankles. The soft red sleeves were pushed up her forearms, black bracelets around her wrists and a simple black choker wrapped around her throat. She didn’t bother with make-up that day, and she bemoaned it silently. “S-so um.” She shifted awkwardly, the woman’s eyes snapped up to hers immediately, the words sticking in her throat. She swallowed and tried again, clutching her books tighter for sanity. “A-are you um. Okay? Those were some pretty powerful sneezes.” The woman’s spine stiffened a little, crossing her legs at the knee. Her hands folded over on her lap. One of her heels drifted a little loose, cruxed at the ball of her foot. She had the presence of someone three times her actual size and Ruby could only watch the transformation in awe. “I’m fine, thank you for your concern. It seems I’m mildly allergic to the dust in these books. And not the useful kind.” Her lips pursed in the semblance of a frown. “Oh, that’s tragic.” Ruby flushed back up her eyes. “I-I mean, not tragic tragic. Just, um. It sucks you can’t smell the paper without sneezing.” “Yes I...thought the same.” She tilted her head, a few strands of her hair curling over the sharp line of her shoulder. Ruby wondered absently if meeting someone gorgeous was supposed to feel like dying. “Have you read those books before?” “These?” Ruby looked down at the books in her hands like she’d forgotten they were there. Honestly it was hard to remember anything now that she could breathe. “Uh no, not yet. I was planning to check them out though.” “Dust Below Dawn is enjoyable, as long as you don’t mind egregious prose and flowery alliterations.” The woman hummed, her spine relaxing as she reached for her coffee cup. Ruby tried not to stare too hard as her pale throat bobbed with a sip. “Wow, words.” Ruby murmured under her breath, shell-shocked that she’d missed her entire sentence. “Alternatively,” The woman continued, either ignoring or missing Ruby’s lack of attention, “The Beast of Vale is a masterwork. The author spent a dangerous amount of months near Mount Glenn just researching the properties of the city and grimm surrounding.” Ruby snapped out of her daze, glancing down at her copy of The Beast of Vale in wonder. Her feet were moving before she even realised it, cardigan sweeping out in a flutter behind her as she dropped into the opposing red couch. She leaned over the books now relocated to her lap, leaning forward eagerly. “Wow so you’ve read both of these before?” It was only after a beat of silence that Ruby realised how pink the other woman’s cheeks were, how wide her eyes had grown. “I- well yes. I wouldn’t know anything about them if I had no interest.” “Do you research the authors of all the books you read?” Ruby asked curiously. “Only the ones I care deeply for. I like knowing the process involved.” “That’s super neat!” The woman blinked like she’d just been blindsided. “Thank you?” “On a scale of one through ten, what would you rate Dust Below Dawn?” Ruby bulldozed on through the conversation, gaining confidence now. “Six.” The woman replied, almost startled by her own quick response. “The Beast of Vale?” “Nine.” “Okay okay, how about - are these books yours too?” Ruby prodded the small stack closest to her, careful not to jostle the stained coffee cup. “They are.” “Have you read them already?” “...Yes.” The woman’s flush crawled higher on her cheeks, her sharp scar imperious amongst the pink. “Okay,” Ruby flipped the top book over, skimming the title. “What would you rate - oh hey, I’ve read this one! What would you rate Atlas Knights?” “Ugh, two.” The woman wrinkled her nose. “I read it faster because I wanted it over with. The main character was unbelievably whiny.” “I dunno, I was under the impression she had a hard time expressing herself.” Ruby hummed, flipping the cover over to the library checkout slip.  She found her name, R. Rose, and another below hers, W. Schnee. A bit of recognition itched at the back of her mind. The woman scoffed. “Well what rating would you give it?” Ruby’s attention switched on a dime. “Mm… probably a five.” Ruby frowned. “The world was cool. But if the main character had a hard time expressing herself, the author also didn’t give her a chance to be better. It’s like, she’s saved by her knight, but still a brat. The other characters all know she’s a brat, but none of them talk to her about it. She isn’t given a chance to be a person, she’s just given a flaw and stuck with it for the entire story.” The woman hummed in reticent agreement, reaching for her coffee again. Ruby pointedly didn’t watch this time, sliding the book aside to look at the one underneath. She made a little curious hum under her breath. “I’ve read this one too. What did you think about Song of Ice and Rust?” “Probably rated a seven or eight. I enjoyed the twist immensely.” Ruby looked up at her with a bright grin, heart thundering uncomfortably in her throat. “It was so good, wasn’t it!?” She received a small but genuine smile for her enthusiasm. It made her feel like she could fly to the rafters. “The dragon really sold it for me, I wasn’t expecting it to be the ancient king.” “Gods I read that and almost screamed - it was like three in the morning though so I had to contain myself.” “That must have been hard for you.” The woman said with false sympathy, though her smile remained curled. “Hey! I’ll have you know Miss -” Ruby glanced on the inside of the cover, finding again her name and the same W. Schnee underneath. “Schnee, I’m perfectly capable of containing myself.” “This conversation has proved otherwise.” She replied smoothly, though a bit of stiffness had returned to her spine. Her gaze seemed to be searching for something, but Ruby wasn’t really sure what it was she wanted. Shrugging it off, she moved on to the last book on the table, a small frown gracing her face. “Man this is so weird, I’ve literally read all of these.” Ruby said, tilting her head curiously. “We must have similar tastes in literature.” “We must…” Ruby squinted at the inside of the cover, spotting the same W. Schnee below her name. Something itched at the back of her mind again. She dropped the cover closed, swinging open Dust Till Dawn’s cover. There was the same simple cursive of W. Schnee. “Have you read The Nevermore’s Quarry?” Ruby asked, suddenly, looking up at her. She knew full well that book wasn’t anywhere near their little table. The woman blinked, leaning forward curiously. “Yes, I have. How did you-?” “The Harbinger Sons?” Ruby asked, silver eyes widening. “...Yes?” The woman looked equally as mystified. Her eyes drifted above Ruby’s head in thought. “Have you read Of Bones and Evil?” “Yes,” Ruby breathed, her grin growing wider by the second. “Fortune’s Fallacy?” Ruby just nodded, her entire body lighting up with a different kind of energy. “What in the world…” The woman murmured. “I think you might be my library soulmate.” Ruby said. She had no idea someone could turn so red in such a short time, admiring the flush under the woman’s scar. Ruby was almost entertained, watching as she sputtered in the cutest kind of fluster. “Y-you can’t just say that to someone!” She stammered. Ruby’s confidence came roaring to life. She pouted. “So that means I can’t ask you out either?” “I- what.” Blue eyes blinked rapidly, the very picture of an error message written in human form. “I thought your name looked familiar. I’ve been reading the same books as you for almost a year straight.” Ruby tried not to show how much her palms were sweating, nerves shuffling in cold versus the warm wake of her momentary confidence. Predictably, her mouth started running without her permission.“I think we have a lot in common and I��d like to get to know you and maybe possibly talk more about books when I don’t look like a scrub. You’re like, other-worldly gorgeous and you’re so far out of my league but my sister says I can’t write anything off without trying it first and I figured I’d try it out y’know, benefit of the doubt and holy moly I’ve been talking for way too long-” “You only know my name from the books we’ve read?” The woman spoke it more like a statement, almost like she couldn’t believe what she was saying. “Um. I mean I’d like to know your first name. But, yeah.” Ruby gave in and brushed her palms down the front of her skirt, fingers starting to shake with adrenaline. “Weiss.” She replied absently. “Weiss Schnee.” Ruby’s lips twitched into a nervous smile. “Ruby Rose.” Weiss gave her a once over, the astonishment fading into something entirely different. Her gaze carried a weight to it that had Ruby’s palms sweating double time, her twitchy fingers immediately fiddling with her red cardigan. “...Alright.” Weiss gave a slow, smooth smile. Ruby almost passed out. “Wh- really?” “Do you have a pen on you?” “I- yes!” Ruby all but evacuated the library ten minutes later, a number written on the back of her hand next to a clear, red lipstick stain. She nearly ran into a pole, but she knew it’d be ten thousand percent worth it. She couldn’t wait to see the look on Yang’s face.

[stargazer-balladeer]

Hello! As you know, I go by Hallow.

I'm neutral good as my alignment, but I'm still quite chaotic (in a good way for the most part). My positive traits would probably be that I'm creative, caring/empathetic, goofy, a good listener, and that I'm very open with people once I know they're a good person. My negative traits are that I'm anxious, too curious for my own good, insecure, hard to talk to, and that I'm all over the place when talking. I'm also a huge hopeless romantic who loves teasing my friends (in an endearing way, not a mean way) and my love language is either Words of Affirmation or Physical Affection (probably a mix of the two). My biggest flaw is probably that I have trust issues and will most likely shut someone out after they've lied to me (really only applies to bigger things that shouldn't be lied about).

I'm confused about my sexuality, but I'm fine with either male or female, though I lean more towards men.

In my spare time, I love to think about scenarios with people I love (the hopeless romantic part is to blame here), draw, sing, write, playing video games, and do voice impressions. I'm definitely more of an indoor person but I love flowers and other plants. I love looking into flower language too, it helps to know which flowers I should give to friends or family and which to save for a s/o. I also wear glasses and have freckles that go across my nose and cheeks.

While I'm not partial to one or the other for the most part, I'll say a romantic partner please!

For the fandom, I would like Assassination Classroom if that's alright ^w^ (P.S. I don't like Asano as much, but he's not entirely off the market, just would prefer if I didn't have him. I'm also a minor around the same age as E-Class *14-15* if that helps.)

Matching you with...

Karma Akabane - - - - *

Potential Matching: Nagisa Shiota

How did you get their interest? (building up)

The first time Karma saw you, he thought you were just another one of his classmates that he’s with, another somebody that he can tease. At first, he was having a hard time talking with you due to your rather shy nature. But when he finally managed to make you open up to him, he was surprised that you’re rather talkative, especially towards things that interest you. Huffing out a smile-smirk, he listened to you ranting about flower language, occasionally interrupting you to tease you about a certain meaning behind the flower. Especially if the flower is related to romance. From then on, expect Karma to constantly be around you, asking you to hang out with him to play some video games or watch a movie or prank someone. After a while, Karma feels something strange bubbling inside him whenever he’s near you. But he didn’t pay any attention to it as he carried on his day, with him dragging you around as usual.

It isn’t until one day that you weren’t able to hang out with him like usual. He watched as you interact with the ikemen class president with the same big smile that you show to him, a familiar feeling bubbled inside him as he sighs in frustration. Had he really fallen in love with you without realizing it? 

For the next few days, you noticed how Karma seems so distant with you all of a sudden. Confronting him about it, he just ruffles your hair with a rather soft smile on his face before twisting into a teasing daredevil smile. “Oh~? Do I sense someone missing me already?”

Who confessed first? How did it went?

To be honest, Karma would confess to you indirectly. Using your knowledge of flower language as his advantage, every morning when you enter, there’ll be a single flower on your desk. Of course, being curious, you asked around if they know who leaves the flowers behind on your desk. But no one would tell you, either being really clueless or was blackmailed into being quiet by a certain red-head. So for the next few days, you would receive flowers that mean feelings or positivity. 

Kalanchoe (lasting affection), Alchemilla Mollis/Lady's Mantle (comforting love; letting them know you are there for them), Red Rose (enduring passion), Mandevilla (falling in love with what is), Angelica flower (inspiration and encouragement).

Whether you notice the pattern or not doesn’t matter as the very next day, you would come face to face with a bouquet of tulips and a slightly embarrassed Karma. In a secluded area in the forest is where he confessed his feelings. 

“So, do you like the flowers I left for you? I really had to pick them out carefully for you and had to research about flower language even more. I think you know what I’ll say, should I even say it~?” Chuckling at your glare, he gave you a gentle smile as he stares at you with adoration in his eyes, quite uncharacteristic for the proud and mighty Karma Akabane. “How about you and I have a date this Saturday? Or if you want right now? We can always skip school and have our date in town.” Sensing your stare at him, he can immediately tell what you’re thinking of. Sighing as he looks away with pink dusting his cheeks. “You want me to say it out loud huh? Fine. I like you Hallow, very much so. Actually, I think these feelings are love. But whatever. So what’dya say? Wanna have me as your boyfie?”

Their favorite feature about you (appearance and personality-wise), and their least favorite feature about you (personality-wise).

Favorite feature

He adores how you are a hopeless romantic, constantly seeing you daydreaming about love scenarios in your head. Karma thinks it’s so cute seeing you like this, often at times asking you what you were daydreaming about. Seeing you getting flustered always makes him want to pinch your cheeks in pure adoration (and teasing purposes). Always teases you about this, sometimes playing out your fantasies. 

Loves how you tease your friends in an endearing way, not like his rather sadistic tease. Admires how you also tease him back whenever he teases you, sometimes if he’s feeling lovey-dovey or flirty, lightly kisses your nose to make you stop talking. Sticking out his tongue as he takes the moment to admire your flustered self. 

Loves surprising you with back hugs as he lightly pecks the side of your head, smiling widely when he sees how red you became. Whispering in your ears how adorable you are and how much he loves you. This is practically a daily thing that happens so your classmates are practically immune to the PDA (except for Nagisa and Okuda who still blushes in embarrassment whenever you two kiss in the classroom). I want to bet that Korosensei has a book dedicated to you two-

Loves gifting you flowers that are either an encouragement or a daily reminder of his love for you. Would definitely blush if you give him a flower in return. 

Least Favorite Feature

Your insecurity. Though he understands that everyone has their insecurities, like him, he just thinks that your insecurity is unnecessary. You’re like an angel in his eyes, though not entirely perfect, you were perfectly imperfect. He would never fail to remind you that you’re perfect the way you are. So beautiful like the flowers he’s given to you, so much brighter than the sun. Often he thinks he doesn’t feel like he deserves you, but it’s quickly erased by your words of affirmation for him. 

He often knows when you’re anxious by the habits you do while anxious (playing with your fingers, biting your lower lip, tapping your pen or smth). He usually calms you down by placing his hand either on your hand or, if you’re further in your relationship, on your thigh. It isn’t for intimacy though, it’s just for reassurance for you that he’s here and he’ll help you get through it. 

Typical and/or favorite date activity

This boi is rich af, so he’ll bring be dragging you from places to places. Aquarium, zoo, amusement park, arcades, or a botany garden (or somewhere with plants). Most often than not, he’ll be dragging you to a park where you two can be found casually strolling around. Will literally buy anything for you. 

But he understands if you want to stay at home, so why not just join you? You two can be playing video games, building pillow forts, or simply talking. He enjoys laying in bed with you in his arms as you two aimlessly talk about random things. 

Thank you for requesting!!

[jstlikemagic]

nsfw alphabet: jeff wittek

hiya everyone! so someone had asked if i could go in-depth on my bdsm breakdown of jeff but i had already gone through the acronym. SO! i remembered that the nsfw alphabet existed and thought it’d be put to great use on this blog. please reblog or like if you enjoyed! :)

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

jeff is definitely very caring after sex. if he knew he pushed you and went a little too rough on you, i could 100% see him getting an ice pack for your welts or putting some cream on them just to make sure you’re okay. i also feel like after sex, he would check in to see if you enjoyed yourself because he believes he has to have a top performance. imagine he went to rough on you and you were having trouble walking, so he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bathroom to make sure you pee (no uti’s in this bitch) and to make sure you’re cared for. then he’d carry you back to bed and tuck you in:,)

b = body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)

i believe jeff is an ass guy. some may debate on this BUT even if you don’t have the thiccest of the thiccy, he would love it regardless. with or without the sex, he seems like the type to always have his hands on your ass no matter what. doing dishes? his hands smack your ass. y’all are kissing? his hands are on your ass. if you’re riding him, he would most definitely guide you with his hands on your probably already bright red cheeks. / if you wanna read a little bit more about this, read my bdsm breakdown! 

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he’d def want to finish on your ass or all over your tits. if he’s fucking you doggystyle and is about to come, he’d pull out and release his cum all over your ass. if he was finishing while y’all were in missionary, he’d instruct you to sit up on your knees and push your tits together. you’d put your tongue out just to see if you’d get a little taste of his cum and he’d jack himself off and aim at your tits.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

sometimes he’d like to pick fights with you because he knew the makeup sex would be BOMB AF. or even if y’all didn’t make up, the angry sex would be so rough and fulfilling. he’d love to have the chance to wrap his hand around your throat or manhandle you but you didn’t mind it at all because it was CONSENSUAL and you knew he wouldn’t push the boundary.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i’d say he’s very experienced. he lost his virginity at the age of 12 so he’s had about 18 years of practice. plus his last girlfriend is spicy as hell so i wouldn’t surprised if they fucked all the time or had $picy sex :)

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

not really. not to say y’all would never be goofy but i’ve always thought that like if something went wrong during sex, you would laugh it off and he’d get embarrassed. imagine you and the vlog squad are taking a trip in an rv. so you and jeff are trying to get it on in the bunks, i could 100% see him fucking hit his head off the top bunk and you’re just laughing his ass off and he keeps on saying that it isn’t funny and to shut the fuck up lol

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he is 100% a ken doll down there. he cares a lot about his image so i’m sure he’s well maintained under there.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

“as far as making love, i can see him as extremely passionate but soft at the same time? like i feel like he would be soft in the way of talking to you. like i can imagine him gassing you up and just calling you beautiful and telling you how much he loves your certain features. like he’d just be a complete softie! his strokes would 100% send it home and he’d probably be gripping the headboard while thrusting into you passionately.“ (taken from one of my blurbs)

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

if you went on a business trip or a vacation, he is def relying on his hand. if you’re around, i can’t see him doing it often. maybe you had somewhere to be and he caught a glimpse of you and got horny. so while you’re gone, he decides to masturbate and you realize that you left something. so you walk back to the apartment and nerf comes tapping to you. hearing moans coming from the bedroom, you turn to nerf and say ”hey nerf, what is daddy doing?” you inch closer to the door and the moans become more prominent. slowly opening the door, you’re met with a naked jeff, abs well defined, and his hair sticking to his forehead due to all the sweat. “woah woah woah, y/n, what are ya doin’?” he’d panic. getting all shy, you’d tell him to continue and pretend you’re not even there as you search for the item you left behind lol

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

“some kinks that i see jeff would have are: double penetration, dirty talk/degradation, and candle wax play. when it comes to double penetration, i don’t mean in the typical way of two people filling both holes. i don’t think jeff would want to share his partner so i envision more of his partner (who has a vagina) wearing a butt plug while he fucks his partner’s vagina. another kink we can explore is dirty talk with degradation. just like david, i can see him saying stuff like ‘can you take daddy’s cock like a good girl?’ (hehe daddy kink) and ‘do you like it when daddy fills your holes like the slut you are?’ dirty stuff like that ya kno?“ (taken from one of my blurbs)

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

it depends. if y’all are at a hotel for example (like the one in miami), it’s the balcony. i could see him fucking you from behind while pulling your hair and nipping at your neck. if it’s a casual day in the life; the bed, the couch, or maybe even the barber chair? when i think about having sex in the chair, i think of his partner first giving him head while he’s sitting in the chair, then transitioning to riding him in the chair, and maybe you’re holding onto the arms of the check and fucks you from the back. :,)

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

what turns jeff on? every part of your being. as corny as it sounds, he seems like you could just make a funny joke and everyone laughing would turn him on????? that maybe sounds weird but he’d be so into you that something as simple as that could get him going. also when he catches you dancing at a party and just exuding confidence all over the place!

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

probably roleplay and every that’s too taboo. i could see him not enjoying roleplay because he’d think it’s “too cheesy”

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

i believe he prefers to receive other than give. and no one come for my neck for saying that. it doesn’t make him selfish because his stroke games seems a1. 

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it depends. if y’all are making love, it’s slow and sensual. if it’s a hookup or just fucking, y’all are going fast and rough. (here’s a blurb where i talk about both of these)

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

they wouldn’t happen often but if you did it, it was in a public place. i can totally see jeff and his partner hooking up really quick in david’s bathroom during a party because y’all literally couldn’t wait till y’all got home. other than that, i feel like he really wouldn’t like to rushed so quickies didn’t happy as often as with someone like david.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

i think he’s down to experiment but it depends. i don’t see him as OUTRAGEOUSLY kinky but say one night you’re like “hey wanna try anal?” he might be hesitant at first but try it after you beg him. i feel like if it’s what his partner wants, he’ll do it because he’s a sucker for them.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he’s a pretty healthy guy so i’d say three rounds TOPS. and as far as how long does he last? i’d say 30-45 minutes! 

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

the only toy i could envision him wanting to try on you is a butt plug. due to the fact i’ve stated that i think he’s an ass guy, i think he would go nuts to see his princess with a pink and glitter butt plug in all its glory. :,) 

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

i don’t think he’s into teasing that much during sex. i think he’s clear, concise and to the point. however, i believe he’d be the biggest tease before sex. like imagine sitting on his lap in david’s tesla after leaving the club. and his hands are just stroking the inner part of thighs and he’d lean into your ear and say something like “can’t wait till we get home mmmm-” and then kiss your neck

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s definitely loud. matt king said he was loud when he masturbates and i believe it. i feel like he has more breathy moans and low moans???? definitely a grunter as well

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he’s definitely against threesomes with a male partner. he may be willing to share you with a female friend but i could see him still getting jealous over sharing you. if there was a threesome with you and another woman, he would be the one to dictate the situation. like telling you two to kiss and or feel each other’s tits or get the other woman off.

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

this has been a topic of discussion many of times on my blog but i’ve come to the conclusion; he may not be thick but he’s long.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he definitely has a high sex drive. y’all remember that jeff’s barbershop episode when matt said he could hear jeff masturbate a lot? joke or not, i believe it. due to his flirty nature as well, i could see him definitely down to fuck 24/7.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i feel like he would knock tf out. this guy gets up early in the morning and powers throughout the day so if y’all have sex late at night, he’s knocked. but if it’s early in the mornings, that’s just one way for him to start the day. he would probably lay in bed for like 30 minutes then take a shower and start his day.

[dramaticnerdwithanxiety11]

, LITERALLY WHO LOOKS AT NICK FUCKING RUSSEL AND GOES “mm yes, take my autism”

THIS IS AN ISSUE

WHY AM I LIKE THIS

whatever its too late now! you get to hear me talk about it to avoid writing it!!

So, i’ll be explaining the show for you newbs who dont watch power rangers like a smart person (as in the not watching it is smart). 

Power Rangers Mystic Force is, obviously, power rangers. It’s got the standard team of five with superpowers and weird biker-looking uniforms. 

If im honest, PRMF is literally just power rangers but with like fantasy magic.

It follows Nick Russell, the new guy in town. He’s a biker and he’s got this tragic bs backstory about how his parents abandoned him (update: they work overseas, they adopted him and like do not vibe with him)  and he travels, living with  family members and how he never sticks around long enough to make friends. We know he’s staying with his sister, and about nothing else. ~ Nick Russell is actually really important, of course, he is the Red Ranger and if we didn’t have the leader be angsty what kind of Power Rangers would we be, am I right? (i dunno i havent watched other power rangers in like ten years) ~

But we’ll come back to that. ~

There’s also Charlie “Chip” Thorn, a hyperactive hyperimaginative redhead with a love for fantasy and superheroes. He’s eager to join the team and loves the idea of quests and fighting villains and shit. He’s the Yellow Ranger, with Lightning Powers. ~

Vida Rocca, the ‘bad girl’. She has this one strip of her short hair that she dyes and may I just say when I finished the show a third time I couldnt not think ‘yO HER HAIR CHANGES TO SHOW HOW SHE FEELS ABOUT THE RANGERS’ but lets be honest thats probably bs lol. Anyways, she’s a DJ and she loves music, she’s the Pink Ranger (who hates pink for most of the show) with Wind Powers. ~

Madison Rocca, the ‘good girl’. She’s Vida’s sister, and she like following the rules and she enjoys recording her friends to make little videos for them to look back on when theyre older. She’s hesitant and cautious, but will do a lot to make sure her sister is safe. She’s the Blue Ranger, with the power of Water. ~

Xander Bly, he’s cocky and thinks hes all that, and flirts with women like every chance he gets. He thinks he’s super handsome and amazing and probably has a superiority complex for one reason or another. He’s the green ranger, with Nature Powers. ~

Not rangers include: ~

Koragg, one of the big bads who (SPOILERS) later turns out to be Nick’s father and Udonna’s long lost husband. Early on in the show he can telepathically communicate with Nick, which gives Nick these really really bad headaches, great for angst, it’s used as a bit of a plot device through a lot of the show and ngl I love it cause angst. ~

Uhh forgot her name but there’s the Vampire Queen who has bat wings on her hips and is in a full leather body suit. She’s kinda boring. ~

I forgot her name as well but the Vampire Queens daughter, who later goes on to save her mother because she realizes that the Rangers are the good guys and she’s on the wrong team.  ~

Udonna, the kinda ex White Ranger and a very powerful sorceress, as well as the Ranger’s trainer and Claire’s aunt. ~

Claire, (SPOILERS) who turns out to be the Daughter of Udonna’s sister, who was more powerful than her and sacrificed her life to seal the gate to what is essentially hell. She’s comedically bad at magic early in the show, and acts a lot like a comedic relief. ~

The Master, aka The Big Bad that the evil guys are trying to let free. Koragg before he became Koragg was trying to kill him and succeeded in trapping him further than all the others. He’s some weird tentical creepy muscles-showing no skinned weird i dunno i think i repressed this cause i forgot what he looks like lol.

Alright, so those are the characters. Now let me explain the plot.

Nick rides into town on his bike and is usually found set up outside the record shop that the rest of the Rangers (yet to be) work at. Btw, theyre all teenagers, but I think this takes place in summer cause we never see them go to school. 

Anyways, this old man calls for somebody to help him, and says that his brother and him were walking through the woods and somebody grabbed him, and he needed somebody to go looking for his brother. Nick, not being apart of the town to know they have rumours about dying in the forest, offers to help.

Xander tells him the woods are haunted, he ignores the man saying the man needs help so who gives a shit about some rumours, and then Vida is like “i’ll help too,” and Chip joins in cause he thinks its gonna be some awesome quest. They make it out to the forest, and Maddie and Xander join them, (”Xander I told you if you ever took my car I’d rearrange your limbs!” -Vida, episode one).

The man is like super ominous and her vanishes once they get into the forest, this creepy witch lady saves them from some bad guys attempting to attack them, and then throws brooms at them that they fly off on. 

Time skip not actually in the show but im losing steam so we’re moving on. Eventually, they make it to RootCore, aka the base of operations, and meet Udonna and Claire. Udonna is this super powerful sorceress and the White Ranger, and she trains them. Claire is her apprentice who is comedically bad at magic.

She hands out wands to them, they go to leave, get into a fight, all of them but Nick believe in and use magic, Nick leaves the forest, Udonna fights Koragg and loses her staff aka her White Ranger magic, and the Rangers are left in charge of saving everybody. In the end, Nick goes to leave and ends up showing up anyways to save the rangers from Koragg and embraces the magic, becoming the Red Ranger.

That’s the gist of the first episode, and the rest is kinda just “fight the bad guys, discover random secrets that make a surprising amount of sense for a show like this, fail a couple times, do some weird shit then end on a happy note”

WHICH BTW THE ENDING? FUCKIN WEIRD

The fantasy creatures integrate with Humans, Vida dyes all her hair bright pink, Nick fucking leaves town and this is the weird part. Because for one, Nick wanted to stay with his friends it was obvious, but for two; the way he left was w e i r d . He, Udonna and not-evil-Koragg who I forgot the name of, leave together.

The end scene is Nick riding up to the edge of the rode on his Motorcycle, then it slowly pans out to show Udonna and Nek (im just calling him Nek as in not evil koragg now) on bikes as well?? one of them asks if hes ready to go and they ~ride off into the sunset~

For one: THESE ARE AGE OLD SORCERERS WHO HAVE VERY LITTLE IDEA ABOUT HUMAN TECH?? HOW DO THEY KNOW HOW TO RIDE??

For two: dID THEY JUST HAVE THESE BIKES RIDING AROUND?? AND THE HELMETS?? DID THEY SHELL OUT A BUNCH OF MONEY FOR THIS?? LITERALLY WHAT???

anyways, great show! youve gotta watch it on some.. less than legal sites but shh its okay shhhh. It used to be on Netflix but like yaknow, its gone now. Either way, it’s a great show in my opinion! Like I mean it’s bad cause Power Rangers, so to most who are looking to critique there’s probably shit acting, and there’s a lot of not needed grunting in battle, the effects are shitty and the costumes are kinda depressing, but it’s still enjoyable! 

Random Facts-- ~

Vida hates Pink, despite being the pink ranger. ~

Chip, Vida, and Maddie have been friends since either kindergarten or elementary school, i dunno about Xander. ~

They all work at a Record Shop/Music Shop together, and their boss is an idiot but kinda entertaining. ~

Vida turns into a vampire for about two episodes, and Chip is the one to figure it out. ~

Maddie gets turned to stone because Nick essentially calls her useless and shy, and so she went out to prove otherwise, and got caught up in an attack. ~

Chip opens a weird black bottle he found after a battle and some weird thing comes out and attacks him, he spends the B Plot of that episode quite literally dying with his soul being eaten and climbing a mountain to get the cure. ~

Koragg has a really dumb moral code about how he only fights with Honor and refuses to kill the rangers most of the time because its “not honorable” for some reason or another. ~

There’s an episode where Xander gets this really really ugly and big zit right on the tip of his nose, and he uses this perfection potion Claire made for plants. He proceeds to turn into a literal tree and be depressed. ~

There’s a Troblin, the child of a Troll and a Goblin, named Phineas who’s very entertaining and I like this. By the end of the show, he ends up dating the daughter of the Vampire Queen which when you think too hard about makes no sense. ~

Nick turns into Koragg at one point late in the series. I completely fucking forgot how, but he does lol.

[kagender]

anyways i think that catifying non-kitty characters is fun and awesome so heres what i think keroro characters would look like as cats (not many pics included bc of tumblrs image limit)

keroro - hes a longhair red classic tabby with some white/lighter markings! notably on his neck, paws and tailtip. he also has a stumpy tail and star markings on his neck and forehead

tamama - hes a fairly scrawny black shorthair with a white face, neck, belly n tail. his tail is like super fucking fluffy so i guess thats where all of his fur went

giroro - a calico shorthair! hes actually pretty scrawny too, but not as much as tamama. he also has a fluffy tail tip

kururu - ive actually always found the coat that i picture him with kinda hard to describe,,,, i guess that the closest thing 2 it is an amber tabby? actually providing a puc for this one bc idk how many of you know what such a cat looks like!

anyways hes also a longhair much like the cat in this pic, fluffier than keroro even! hes also blind n has gray spiral shaped pupils

dororo - hes a silver shaded! im also going to provide a pic for this one bc so many pics of this coat look exactly how i imagine him to look like

yuuup, thats pretty much him! the only difference is that he has folded ears :]

garuru - a dark brown/agouti cat! think tigerstar from warrior cats,,,, also unlike giroro hes longhaired and pretty fuckin massive!

zoruru - theyre a blue somali! idk how many of you have heard of this coat so this one is getting a pic as well.

i imagine his fur to be a little bit green-tinted though,,,, also he has a giant scar that runs across the right side of his body, kinda like snoftuft from warrior cats! hes also fairly scrawny..... rat-like even

pururu - shes a mediumhair red tabby with heavy amounts of white! or what most people might refer to as a white cat with orange spots. i imagine her spots to be a little pink tinted though because well..... she is pink :]

taruru - similiar to pururu, hes a silver tabby with lots of white! they also have a stumpy tail and r pretty small ......

tororo - a longhair chocolate tabby! much like kururu he is also blind, with pupils shaped like the three circles in his glasses!

shurara - hes a shorthair tortoishell chimera! specifically a black tortoiseshell (aka black/red) one. he is very tiny and dumb looking .... hes pretty much a scourge from warrior cats ripoff! also he has two spiked collars, one green n one purple, and they both have his weird axe thingies that he has on his helmet

kagege - a longhair black point :] ofc his point markings look like flames! hes pretty damn big, i imagine just a bit smaller than a maine coon cat? n also he has a pretty scarred face. he wears a purple spiked collar, too

putata - a sphynx.... one might say........ a bingus. hes one of those sphynxes w gray spots on their body! also do not worry about his possible lack of color..... he wears a shitton of colorful accessories to make up for it!

mekeke - hes a longhair black cat, n hes also pretty huge! just a tad bit smaller than kagege...... also also he has a white marking on his neck that looks like the pin.... button..... emblem..... thing on his coat!

giruru - they r a longhair blue point! he looks p much like a persian cat w his flat mustache like muzzle.... also hes missing one of his eyes and is blind on his remaining one

dokuku - aer is a shorthair red point.... unlike giruru they resemble an oriental cat instead of a persian! and instead of the flame thingies on their head ae has like overly long tufts of hair coming out of their ears. also they have the same exact face scars as giruru does!

gyororo - a longhair blue tortie (aka blue/cream) theyre tiny.... a tiny menace.

nuii - shes a red classic tabby..... much like keroro! in fact theyre also a longhair..... just like him..... huh? also theyre much tinier than gyororo.... a literal damn kitten!!!!!

robobo - they r a mediumhair blue classic tabby! theyre overall kinda blocky looking.... esp their face/muzzle! a very funny fellow, indeed..... theyre also blind in both of their eyes

yukiki - a tortoiseshell shaded .... heres a pic as theyre a pretty rare coat afaik:

id say that hes pretty fluffy and round, similiar to dororo maybe? except its just his body that looks like that ..... plus hes much larger than dororo! also i imagine that he has a funky-looking/crooked nose thats all red..... like a carrot

as for the humans: actually im too tired to do the humans .... at least rn llol bye suckahs!

[lobalovebot]

legends clothing choices ༄

didn’t include rev and path cause technically they can just walk around nakey 😳

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☁️ LIFELINE

she likes to wear more comfortable yet feminine clothing. crop tops are her go to shirts, half her closet is filled with them. she usually pairs them with loose fitting sweatpants with a few accessories such as bracelets or necklaces to spice it up.

in terms of formal wear, ajay doesn’t like for her dresses to be too short and she for sure isn’t the type for heels. the dresses she does wear usually go down far enough to cover the sneakers that she wears under it.

☁️ BANGALORE

anita would not be caught dead in anything too feminine. most of her closet is dark earthy colors. she mostly has t-shirts with the occasional turtleneck that she wears on cooler days. for pants, she is a huge jean person. the only type she doesn’t wear is skinny jeans.

she is very fond of wearing suits to more formal events. she actually takes pride in her rather expensive collection of suits that she keeps in a separate closet from the rest of her clothing.

☁️ WRAITH

wraith is one of the legends who isn’t very fashionable. she only wears blacks and grays apart from the very rare blue tones she has in her closet. she has plenty of hoodies and long sleeves not just because she likes to be covered up, but also because she has somewhat sensitive skin.

renee is the type to wear a pair of skinny jeans and a fancy shirt to anywhere that her hoodie isn’t welcome. while she won’t where full heels, she can deal with shoes with slight heels at the back though it always takes her around thirty minutes to get used to it.

☁️ CRYPTO

this kid right here is turtleneck #1. the amount of turtlenecks he has is unbelievable. there was even a inside joke going around about how he might even sleep in one. aside from that however, he is big on regular t-shirts with a light jacket over it.

taejoon is always with the classic white buttons up with a tie and black pants when it comes to formal events. there isn’t much afford put into it, but he thinks he looks nice.

☁️ MIRAGE

elliot changes his style constantly to fit in with the trend. some weeks he could be wearing baseball jersey and shorts while others he could have on expensive colorful tees with sneakers.

when it comes to being formal, elliot likes the extremely out of place and extra looking suits. like pink ones with glitter or neon green ones, whatever makes him stand out more.

☁️ CAUSTIC

the biggest turtleneck enthusiast. it is quite literally all he wears. from old and cheap ones to the latest and most expensive. his collection puts crypto’s to shame. he also really likes scarfs and expensive watches.

caustic is the basic full black tux kind of guy. he likes slicking back his hair and putting it on to make himself look classy. no matter how long it takes to put it on, he’ll always have it.

☁️ LOBA

loba’s closet is surprisingly diverse. while she does have the expected such as tight fitting shirts or skinny jeans, half of her clothes actually has basic t-shirts, shorts, and a few nicely fitting sweatpants. she does enjoy dressing up and looking pretty, but for when she’s going somewhere where she feels completely at peace she doesn’t see a point in spending an hour or so on her outfit.

for formal wear, you bet she goes all out. from short and tight red dresses to longish black ones, loba always looks her best when going out somewhere fancy. her look is always complete with a necklace, few bracelets, and her iconic makeup.

☁️ BLOODHOUND

they had very little interest in fashion actually. for the most part, their outfits have to picked out by someone else or it’s most likely they’ll just pick up the first things they see that semi match

just like wraith, they usually just stick to wearing a nice shirt along with some dark colored pants and call it a day. there were times where ajay had attempted to put them in something fancier, but it didn’t last long.

☁️ GIBRALTAR

say it with me, h a w a i i a n s h i r t s. he loves them! he finds them so cute and quirky so he loves wearing them on a regular basis. he also likes single chain necklaces with little charms at the end.

gibby is just like caustic when it comes to formal wear. he just likes how he looks in a tux and makes fun of himself when he does wear them sometimes.

☁️ OCTANE

he is all about his shorts. he only wears shorts, muscle tees, and crop tops. he likes showing lots of skin just to show off his scars and scratches. he often gets colds though they don’t stop him.

even during formal events, his shorts HAVE to stay. the thought of having his calves out makes him sick. the most he does is some shorts and a matching shirt.

☁️ WATTSON

wattson actually likes wearing dresses and such on the regular. she was always told looks pretty in them by her father, so she has grown to love being in them. when she’s not wearing them, she’s usually in some cute bright colored sweater tucked into some jeans. she usually has some cute accessory like fake glasses or pins in her hair.

she likes wearing bright colored dresses or dress shirts to formal events depending on her mood. her outfits aren’t usually expensive, but she is almost always the best dressed, aside from loba.

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i was just chilling at this family party thing for the 4th and got bored so 🤷‍♀️

[darlingpetao3]

Give Into the Symptoms (EoWells x Reader)

Rating: M (Smut)

Summary: When an unknown substance is accidentally released into the medbay, you find yourself isolated along with Doctor Wells, and both of you start to develop some very interesting symptoms...

A/N: Happy Friday! Here’s some super hot smut to spice up your day! Word count - 3,223

Tag List: @blogforhoes​

Team Flash likes to joke that being accident-prone is your superpower. Little did they know, one accident in particular would catapult you into a world of suspicion and realization…

It’s one of those days - a day in between just having caught the latest meta terrorizing the city and having another one pop up. You have forgotten your travel mug, and are searching the Labs for it. Oh, right!

You remember setting it down while visiting Caitlin in the medbay, then got distracted. There it is. You jog into the room, but remember that’s probably not a good idea. What if you trip on absolutely nothing and fall flat on your face? Not if you can help it.

But that doesn’t seem to help you.

When you reach for your mug on the desk, it’s like everything happens in slow motion (later, you find yourself wondering if this is how it feels for Barry) - your arm knocks over a series of test tubes holding different coloured liquids. Some of the substance splashes onto your skin, whereas the rest of the matter falls to the ground. It gives off a pungent aroma. You can practically see the fumes rising from the desk and the floor up into the air. In the shock of the accident, you let out a yell, and find that whatever the hell chemicals just touched your skin feels like it’s burning.

“Miss (Y/L/N)!” comes the familiar voice of your superior (and friend? You’re fairly certain you’re friends… You hope you’re friends...) Doctor Harrison Wells. The scientist zooms in on his motorized chair at the fastest speed it will carry him. “What’s happened?”

His voice is a mixture of surprise, concern and impending protocol.

“Ow, ow, I knocked over chemicals on the desk, ah!” you try to explain while shaking your affected limb. “Some on my arm.”

You shout in wild staccatos while Doctor Wells helps usher you to the emergency wash station to ease the moderately uncomfortable sensation. Even after the cold water sprays on your skin, it’s Harrison’s next few words that shock you even more than the water temperature or the burn.

“You need to remove your shirt. Quickly.”

“I- what?”

Doctor Wells wheels over to one of the cabinets in the room and plucks one of the many overly stocked S.T.A.R. Labs sweaters to toss it at you.

“There will still be remnants of the concoction on your shirt. It will continue to soak through the fabric and reach the rest of your body. It cannot be touching you. Hurry. Unless you want to try to bathe in that sink.”

You have your shirt off faster than you could say “the Flash.”

You remove your shirt so fast, in fact, that Doctor Wells hasn’t even had time yet to turn away or avert his eyes. Instead, he witnesses the entire thing.

“Oh, well…” he utters, possibly embarrassed, turning around too late. His eyes one hundred percent saw you in your bra. And now you will let that tiny factoid harass you for the rest of your life. You shrug on the classic navy sweater with the organization’s logo stretched across your chest. It is not your size, but it will have to do.

“Alright, I’m decent,” you say to the back of his dark-haired head. He makes a small noise in the back of his throat after he faces you again, but you can’t decipher its meaning. But that is the case with many things when it comes to this man.

“We have to self-isolate ourselves.” Harrison’s voice is calm but firmly urgent. “We’ve both been in contact with each other and the substance. Quick, initiate lockdown.” You know just what to do and sprint to the door to the room. You smash the emergency glass and press the Big Red Button. Instantly, metal barriers drop down to seal the doors and windows, locking you in with the secret object of your affections and an unknown substance.

Only time will tell what will happen to the two of you next.

***

Nothing.

Nothing has happened! God, you are so bored.

“How long are we supposed to be stuck in here?” you ask.

“So far, it’s uncertain. This is an unknown substance. But we must stay isolated so as not to pass along the contagion. We both came in contact with the substance particles, so we may eventually show symptoms.” Harrison hums.

“What?” you ask.

“This unforeseen circumstance may be worth taking notes. For posterity. Do you have a pen?”

Naturally, Harrison would find a way to take this unfortunate situation and turn it into a learning experience.

Always a scientist.

Maybe that’s why you admire him so much. Well, more than just admire…

At first, time passes incredibly slowly. You don’t know what to say in the awkward silence between you and Doctor Wells, so you try to keep yourself busy. This proves extremely difficult, however. All there is in this room are Caitlin’s medical journals, test tubes and various other tools, and a medical bed. Yes, there is a computer, but it was set up solely for data entry. No internet. Not even so much as Solitaire!

And the metal barriers seem to have blocked out all signals to your phone.

Even Doctor Wells’ chess set was out in the other room!

This is hopeless.

You hop up on the medical bed and recline a bit. You’re starting to feel a little strange, but you can’t figure out what exactly is wrong with you. Is this one of the symptoms, or have you finally gone mad from being cooped up? You start to mentally examine yourself.

Your skin tingles, but in a good way - not like how it burned earlier. Your entire body feels comfortably warm, and you find that when your eyes fall on Doctor Wells, that’s when you start to feel hotter.

The man sits in the corner of the room, studying one of the journals. Every so often, he’ll lick his finger and turn the page...

You swallow hard, now wholly distracted by his lips. They’re so pink it should be a crime. But the real outrage is the curves of his arms. At first, you were going to ask whether he wears such muscle-defining sweaters like this all the time, but really you know the answer to that is yes. Your eyes take you on a vicious cycle of drinking him in, admiring every piece of perfection that is Harrison Wells.

“Miss (Y/L/N)? Are you feeling alright?” he shakes you from your ogling.

“Huh, what? I think so…”

“Are you developing any symptoms?”

Is horniness one of them?

“I’m not sure.”

“Write down what you’re feeling, anyway,” he suggests. “It could be helpful.”

You do so, taking the pen and paper you’d found earlier and jot down what you’d been feeling. You’re noticing a bit of lightheadedness too, so you add that to the list. But you hear something mid-scrawl.

“Did you know that you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on?”’

You lift your head. Did he just…?

“I’m sorry, w-what?” you stutter. Doctor Wells removes his glasses in one motion, letting one of its arms touch his lips, which bend up into a smirk. He wheels over to you in the bed, the closer he gets, the hotter and unsteadier you become. Your vision seems altered - rosier than usual.

“I believe you heard me correctly,” he answers, “and I mean it. You make me want to…”

“Want to what?” If you don’t settle yourself down now, you’re going to jump the man.

“It isn’t proper what I want to say.”

Oh, now he’s holding back?

Fuck it. You need to know. You slide your legs off the bed and, without much further thought, kneel between his widespread legs on his chair. Your hands gripping the armrests instead of literally anywhere on the man himself like you would prefer. Leaning in close, so much so that you share the same dangerous breath.

“I need you to tell me,” you beg.

Doctor Wells just blinks at you, then frowns.

Wait. Something’s not right here.

You pull back and examine the situation, and then the scariest words come from his mouth:

“Miss (Y/L/N)? What are you doing?”

You try your damndest not to scream. Did you just hallucinate all that? Oh God, I imagined him coming on to me, didn’t I??

Jumping back far away from him, you turn around to hold your head in your hands. Is this all one big fever dream? Is this a symptom? What’s real? What’s not? You sure as hell don’t know anymore. All you do know is that you’re hot and bothered and almost mauled your boss because of it.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” you say. “I’m just…” You’re completely frazzled. “I’m just going to write it down.”

New symptom: horny hallucinations

You try to let the next half an hour pass without feeling this strange woozy sensation. In doing so, you close your eyes and concentrate on your breathing while lying down. But it’s still too hot. You’re still too hot. You remove the sweater, entirely forgetting that you aren’t alone in this room. Doctor Wells has been quiet for far too long. And it would appear he’s been watching you. His elbow rests on his chair, hand covering his mouth as his eyes rake over your body. You look down to his lap, an accident.

Good Lord, he’s got…

The curve of him is all too apparent in his pants. The way he’s sitting only draws attention to it. It’s like you have instantaneous tunnel vision. His growing self is all you see and all you care about. You go to him, no longer wondering or caring if this is all an illusion, it’s not even a thought in your brain. All that remains is this unrestrainable animal lust for his body. Consequences be damned. You kneel in front of him.

“(Y/N)...” he exhales. He doesn’t sound stunned or taken aback by your extreme forwardness. Instead, it sounds like a warning.

“Suddenly not so formal, hm?” you say. “Good, because we’re about to get better acquainted anyway, Harrison.” Doctor Wells doesn’t make any motion for you to stop your advancements, just stares lustful daggers at you while you practically claw at the man’s buckle and zipper. You reach into his pants to wrap your hand around the single thing in this room that you believe can heal you. His sheer hardness is unveiled and in your firm grasp. Doctor Wells’ groan shifts into a growl. Well, hello. His brow furrows but in the sexiest goddamn way.

Heavens above, you’re desperate to taste this man, eat him, swallow him, consume him.

New symptom: salivation

Your tongue darts out for a slow lick. But the slowness doesn’t last because the need is greater than anything you’ve felt. Soon, you surround your lips around his cock and take him further in your mouth. Further, letting the underside of him brush against your flattened tongue. On your way back down, you swirl around him, which makes your colleague, your employer reach a hand into your hair. He grips a handful at the base of your head. Harder. Pull it harder.

Doctor Wells does just that, and perhaps you did say out loud that after all? You aren’t sure of anything anymore other than you feel on fire, and you need more. Your blood hurtles through your veins. A ceaseless throb makes itself known between your legs. More so than before, that is.

Going in for the kill, you return your mouth to him, meanwhile reaching your own hand past the waistband of your jeans to touch yourself. You need to get off just as much as you want him to. You feel like you’ll keel over if you don’t deal with yourself too.

Harrison’s bobbing head stops to stare down at you.

“Are you-? Fuck, (Y/N), are you-?”

You hum around him in affirmation, and just after you do, the scientist pushes you off of him. In any other situation, you might be mortified that a man told you to stop blowing him, but this is no ordinary situation. Your vision blurs for a second in a surge of lust. You’re like an animal that’s just been denied their meal. There’s so much more to eat.

You stand up, chest heaving, and positively do not believe what you witness next.

Doctor Wells’ hands clutch the chair’s armrests again, but then you watch as he moves his foot. He takes a step onto the floor, then stands to a full six feet. It’s a fucking miracle- no. It truly is a hallucination. A dream. It’s a fantasy.

There’s a flash of danger in his eyes, while yours widen, big and round as his prey. The tables have turned. He’s stalking you, walking you back until you hit the metal barrier where the door once was. Captured.

This hallucination is fucking wild and I am here for it.

Might as well give in to the symptoms, right?

Harrison leans down by your ear and inhales your scent. Sweat, desire, desperation.

“I can’t resist you,” he says as if it’s difficult to even speak through the palpable sexual tension.

“I’d always imagined you saying that,” you confess, because why not? This isn’t real anyway. “I can’t resist you either.”

“I’m aware,” he chuckles into your neck, where his mouth quickly attaches. You swallow twice. “You seemed rather hungry back there.” Your pulse is starting to skyrocket again.

“Still am.” Your fingers find the hem of his soft black sweater and begin to lift it up over him. Might as well indulge in this glorious sex dream. Harrison helps you of course. He seems to want this as much as you. You’re both a series of grabbing hands, flexing muscles, and greedy touches as each and every article of clothing finds its rightful place on the floor.

Fucking hell, sex-fantasy Doctor Wells looks like an actual god. Part of your brain wonders how much of his usually-covered appearance is accurate. The rest of your brain (and another part in particular) thinks, Get in me.

The look on his face says it all. He’s going to ravage you.

Harrison, faster than you could ever imagine, spins you so that your exposed breasts press against the metal barrier. Your palms rest flat against the cool metal as well, bracing yourself for whatever the man has planned. Whatever it is, you want it. Now.

His hands run down your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake despite your entire body feeling hot as all hell. He steps closer, so close that his whole body presses against the back of yours. His still hard cock digs into you from behind. You reach around and take hold of it and start to pump. The scientist rumbles into your neck, where he licks and nips and sucks and fuck- bites. You squeal. By the way his body twitches, you think he rather enjoyed hearing you like that.

If you weren’t already a mess, Harrison’s fingers take over the job you tried to accomplish on yourself earlier. His fingers are greeted by your already sopping desire.

“You really were serious, weren’t you?” he says at the slippery feel of you. “Do I always arouse you like this?”

“God, you don’t even know.” It comes out a bit strangled. “All the time.”

“Are you ready for me?”

“Do you seriously need to ask?”

He doesn’t answer you, but instead takes his length to press it against you from behind. Finallyfinallyfinally. A little more. Just a bit more. More. Further in. With each inch, you whine for all of him. Doctor Wells growls into your shoulder once he’s reached as far as he’s able to sheath himself inside you.

It’s only when he starts a steady pace of thrusts that you almost believe this is all real. The feeling in your gut tells you it’s real, but the rest of you insists it’s a very very heated symptom. His mouth is still attacking your neck, any bit of skin he can get to. The current mark he’s leaving is starting to hurt but in the best way.

“Fuck,” you swear, knowing your climax is just on the horizon. You’re nearly there. “Faster. Faster,” you ask of him with what little ability you have to form words. Doctor Wells chuckles, almost evilly, into your ear.

“That I can do,” he replies. His hips snap repeatedly, a deliciously rapid speed. Skin against skin slaps to quick beat. His fingers circle at the same pace. And with a surprise, sharp smack to your ass, this wicked combination is your undoing.

You come apart like a crumbling mess, crying out as you do as the man repeatedly slams into you, now seemingly for his own gain. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, an orgasm this powerful, is it even possible to have one this...

***

You blink your eyes open.

You’re still in the medbay, but the barriers on the door and windows have been lifted. And you’re definitely still clothed in your S.T.A.R. Labs sweater and jeans. So it was all a crazy dream?

Regardless, you’re never going to be able to look Doctor Wells in the eye ever again.

Speaking of the man…

He rolls in on his chair with a pleasant and calm smile.

“Feeling alright, Miss (Y/L/N)?” he asks, concerned. “You took quite a spill earlier.”

“I did?”

“Yes.”

You don’t remember falling. You remember a whole lot of an X-rated fantasy, though.

“I didn’t, um…” you aren’t sure how to phrase this. “I didn’t do anything embarrassing or potentially fireable, did I?”

Doctor Wells raises an eyebrow in one of his classic moves. “I don’t believe so. Other than the falling, of course. But you needn’t feel embarrassed about that. It could have happened to anyone.”

You nod slowly, relieved that you didn’t blow your boss under the influence and proceed to fuck against a wall. Although… no. No. You are relieved. Yes.

“I see the barriers are up,” you note. “I take it that isolation is no longer required?”

“You would be correct,” Harrison confirms. “Doctor Snow rushed in, with the appropriate hazmat gear and did some tests. You were out long enough for the results to come back. We’re in the clear.”

“Well, that’s good news.”

“Quite.” Harrison smiles at you, but there’s something different this time than previously. You aren’t sure what it is. “I will leave you now. Feel free to take a few days off. I know that was probably a lot to take in.”

“Right. Yes, right, thank you, I will.”

“Take care, (Y/N).” Harrison wheels away out of the room and out to the corridor. You take a breath and step out of the bed, feeling a bit uncomfortable as you walk. And then, in the reflection of one of the mirrors on Caitlin's work desk, you see it.

A deep-purple mark on your neck.

When you press your fingers to it, it hurts a bit. It’s fresh. But how can that be…?

Can that-?

Did he really-?

But then that means…

Oh shit.

~

Anonymous Request: Hey dear🤗 I want to request a EoWells story. Reader gets exposed to a VERY powerful aphrodisiac at star labs and the reader asks harrison to help her😏. And he gets exposed to it too. And both go totally crazy and do shameless dirty stuff to each other and together (maybe they always had feelings for each other). And Harrison reveals his secret( that's he's not paralyzed) to get more and more from her. Lots of smut!🙈 Plus add whatever you like. can you plz?🙏🏻

[peachyunjinnie]

Kim Seungmin A-Z

chan  minho  changbin  hyunjin  jisung  felix  seungmin

masterlist  making out with seungmin

pairing ➛ kim seungmin x female reader

genre ➛ a - z list

warnings ➛ mention of kinks

synopsis ➛  this is an alphabetical list of smut themes, from aftercare to kinks everything is covered in this post.

word count ➛ 1.3k

author’s note ➛ this was early on requested and i now am (finally) doing it. I saw a lot of people wanting a jeongin a-z or some nsfw stuff with jeongin... i will kindly ask you to not ask anything sexual with i.n and if that’s a problem with you then leave this blog or just unfollow me. thank you for understanding. e n j o y uwu.

A: Aftercare

He kind of reminds me of Felix when it comes to aftercare. He is kind of lost but still manages to do everything right. Will be next to you and ask if you need anything or just relaxing and holding you in his arms, tightly. 

B: Body

On himself:

He really likes his chubby left cheek and thinks it’s his charming point. He also likes his smile and his puppy like looks.  

On his S/O:

Your lips. They are so soft and so sweet. Everything about them are perfect and godlike. Baby boy is just in love with u :(((

C: Cum

He is going for the face. Just the look of you, covered in his cum, dripping down from your chin to your boobs. Your lips parted and some more of his seeds in your mouth. Your big eyes starring up at him giving him an extra boost of his dominance.

D: Dirty Secret

Seungmin is such a freak. He is a sadistic hard dom. I just have the strong feeling that he is playing so innocent but when we dive in his sick imagination, this dude is so so fucked up. He really wants to try out new/BDSM stuff but is afraid to hurt you or that you will reject him for his kinks.

E: Experience

He may have some since he joined JYP at the age of 17 which means he could have his first girlfriend or even sex. But I think he had his first girlfriend and didn’t have done very much. Maybe oral some heated make-out session.

F: Favorite Position

He is into Missionary and Doggy. This boy usually doesn’t care about position but he really loves doggy. He lives and dies for it. He is such a sucker for missionary as well, his romantic side is just so in love with it.

G: Goofy

Boy is s e r i o u s. He is so concentrated on not letting his hard dom side through that he doesn’t really has any thought about getting goofy or funny.

H: Hair

Seungmin is slightly haired. He is shaved but not completely bare down there. He has a little bit of hair left tho but like just a lil shaved but not all down.

I: Intimacy

He is very intimate, and he loves when you get intimate and passionate. His intimate side is so soft and so close but if he would let his dominance side get through he would be so so intimate with you.

J: Jack Off

He may look like an angel and he actually is an angel but this boy’s stamina and yearning is crazy. He may dethrone the now NR. 1 Jack Off Champ. Felix. I think he really is something and he really needs to get his hormones under control. I mean please he scares the members wHILE THEY ARE SHOWERING I-

K: Kinks 

BDSM: Giving

Sir-Kink: Receiving

Degradation: Giving

Little Daddy Kink: Receiving

Choking: Giving

L: Location

He wants to keep it in bed but when his little friend is not having any of it, he may have some public sex. Not like super risky public, just enough to give you and him a little kick.

M: Motivation

He cannot stop thinking about tying you up. It’s a thought he’s been having for some time and it really makes him stone-hard. The rope perfectly keeping you from touching him or yourself, the redness and soreness of your weak limbs... he really is a sadist.

N: No

Like any ‚nasty‘ stuff. Not kink shaming but he cannot start anything including feet, blood or any like liquids if you know what I mean... It’s just not something that would ever be a turn on or just sexual.

O: Oral

Seungmin performing oral is probably such a tease. Sometimes his dominance comes through and he finds himself edging you or overstimulating you harshly. He gets himself so lost that he ends up hearing your loud moans and cries and immediately stops.

P: Pace

His pace is... let’s say, very rhythmic. Seungmin really keeps it rhythmical. I don’t really get why this came to my mind but I just feel like he got the rhythm while thrusting.

Q: Quickie 

Seungmin is not really a quickie fanatic but if his little one needs to be filled, he would do it within a heartbeat. Not a crowded place though, a little risky but not too safe. If you do it in public then with an adrenaline rush.

R: Risk

He is a little risky. As said in Quickie, he can live with a little risk. Not behind a sign at McDonald's tho, like a restroom or a room of another member? He gets crazy red, since he is a little embarrassed to have sex in public.

S: Stamina

Seungmin can handle some. He can go for let’s say 2 rounds but more than that would be critical. He gets tired after 1 round and after 2 he would be very sleepy.

T: Toy

He doesn’t have anything. He is still a little shy about toys and everything, but would love to get you some cute toys, like a pink vibrator or a pastel buttplug. He just wants to spoil you but is a shy mess.

U: Unfair

He can surprisingly get very teasing, the way he has you begging and whining explains it. He knows what he is capable of doing in bed with you and how unfair/teasing he can get but he has a little control, but sometimes that control goes missing.

V: Volume 

I think Seungmin is a moaner. He let’s it out and moans louder when is close. His nasally voice with his moan automatically makes it a little more high-pitched.

W: Wild Card 

It’s Changbin’s birthday party, you were invited and the other members were having a great time. But after a few sips of a your drinks you were far gone, your alcohol tolerance is 0 so you get drunk very easily. Seungmin apparently drank a little too much as well.

You see Seungmin and walk up to him, tiptoeing to get to his ear.

“Seungminnie, I need your dick.” He immediately looked at you with a small shock.

“Y/N, Later.” He giggled a little.

“Then bring me to your room, I wanna sleepy sleepy.” Your head resting on his shoulder, he escorted you to his room. He placed you on his bed and locked the door.

“Seungminnie, I feel so so soo hot.” I giggled while stripping my dress off and revealing my lingerie.

And well what happened afterwards is pretty obvious. But what you two didn’t knew is that Seungmin got you in Chan’s room and he doesn’t know about it to this day.

X: X-Ray

Seungmin kinda reminds me of Hyunjin. Long and skinny. Unlike Chan he is not on the thicker side. Maybe a good 6 inches.

Y: Yearning

Baby boy is yearning for you. He wants you and sometimes can’t keep his fingers off of you. Quite literally, he can’t keep his fingers off you. He touches you and makes so much body contact, if you’re in public. Holding hands, Touching your hair, Stroking your thighs, Grabbing your waist and placing you on his lap.

Z: ZZZ

He is just tired. After 1 round he can manage to function but after the 2nd round, baby boy is so tired but still talks with you or cleans you up a little bit if he came inside of you.¨

[eternallyhyucks]

get to know me tag !!

tagged by: @tyunni , tagging: @overthemoonbae , @renjunn1es (if u want to !!)

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what day is ur birthday? — may 25 !!

whats ur favorite color? — blue

whats ur lucky number? — i dont think i have one ngl

do you have any pets? — yes, my sister

how tall are you? — 5’5 or 5’6

how many pairs of shoes do u have? — uhh idk the exact number but i only wear like 2 on the daily LMFAO

favorite song? — idk how ppl choose j ONE song like ???? but as of rn my favs are prob all of p1harmony’s discography😁😁😁😁😁 (yes i j started stanning lolz)

favorite movie? — no clue

what would ur ideal partner be like? — a mixture of mark lee & choi yeonjun tbh (but fr idek ngl)

do u want children? — i mean yeah ig LOL

have u gotten in trouble w the law? — not that ik of LMFAO

bath or shower — shower

what color socks r you wearing? — im in bed rn lolz

favorite type of music? — hmm maybe r&b, pop ish ?? im not sure,, i gen listen to everything LOL

how many pillows do you sleep w? — two !! one for my head and one to hug (or instead of a second pillow i use one of my stuffed animals)

what position do u sleep in? — i think it’s called fetal position or some shit ?? like i basically lay on my side w my knees tucked into my chest and one arm under my head while another is just there ??? PLS IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT LOL

what u dont like when ur sleeping? — umm lights on ? i dont think i have much

what do u have for breakfast? — literally anything,, sometimes pancakes, sometimes cereal, sometimes ramen, and sometimes nothing

have u ever tried archery? — nope

favorite fruit? — honeydew melon or strawberries !!

favorite swear word? — mf

do you have any scars? — one of my left pinky bc of stitches and on my left foot also bc of stitches

are you a good liar? — depends on the person

whats ur personality type? — enfp-t

whats ur fav type of girl? — any girl ever

innie or outie? — innie

left or right handed? — right

fav food? — sushi , ramen

fav foreign food? — same as my fav foods ??

are u clean or messy? — both lmao

most used phrase? — idk ?? id need my friends to tell me bc idek myself

how long does it take u to get ready? — about 15 mins or less w/o makeup and prob 30-40 mins with ??

do u talk to urself? — of course🙄🙄 who else is gonna listen to me

do u sing to urself? — yes yes always

are u a good singer? — probably not LOL

biggest fear? — im scared of a lot of things so idk

do u like long or short hair? — i used to LOVE long hair on myself but it’s honestly too much for me to maintain well, so short hair!! but i usually like my hair the most when it’s ab medium to long ish length !

fav school subject? — english :) ive always been better at my writing/reading based classes so ive mostly leaned towards them

introvert or extrovert? — depends on the situation im in

what makes u nervous? — having important exams coming up (like rn my second take for the sat is in a couple weeks and im scared)

who was ur first real crush? — LOL in 4th grade i realized i had a crush on this guy i went to kindergarten-4th w AND he was also my first friend ever !! he moved away tho,, BUT we also somehow got back into contact, that was nice,, but lowk hes a little ... strange yeah strange

how fast can u run? — i dont run

what color is ur hair? — black ,, fun fact: a couple weeks ago i went to go get a haircut and the lady was like “everytime ppl say they have black hair, they usually have dark brown, but urs is ACTUALLY black”

do u like ur own name? — yes! i think ive grown to appreciate it more over the years

what makes u angry? — school

do u want a boy or girl as a child? — idk 😭 i dont think ab these things

what are ur strengths? — writing

what are ur weaknesses? — math

whats the color of ur bedspread? — rn it’s pink, red & white w flowers and hearts

whats the color of ur room? — white w one pink wall

[eitelle]

Hi!! Congrats on 60 followers btw! 💗

I am a female and I’d like to matched up with a guy from Haikyuu. I am ENFJ, (but sometimes enfp). I’m outgoing and generally nice to everyone, but I have a very sassy, goofy personality. Naturally flirty and very affectionate, and my love language is physical touch. I have my moments when I get shy and anxious, especially around someone I really have a crush on. Yet at the same time I’m the person always trying to hug and cuddle my friends even after roasting them. My favorite colors are blue, red, purple and pink. I love some teasing. I’m passionate about acting and singing. I love to listen to all kinds of music. I have long curly blackish hair and I’m 5’2. I’m a Gemini Sun, Cancer Rising and Gemini Moon. I am a caring and adaptable person, and like to make people happy I always finding a way to slip a stupid joke in🙄( joking is my coping mechanism) . My favorite food is tacos. African-American, and I like someone that I can relate to. I don’t have a specific type, but I do like someone with goals and passion. I like someone I can laugh with and also have real conversations with. I’m so into the romantic lovey-dovey stuff, yet sometimes I act like a little boy💀. I can be loud asf, even just when normally talking cause I usually have a lot of energy.

As far as style goes, it varies from 12 year old boy with some joggers and a t-shirt wayyyy too big for me , to like a 90s baddie with some hoops on, to girly with skirts, sweaters and some knee high socks. As far as accomplishments go, I’ve won state in theater and continue to pursue acting. It’s something I’m very passionate about. Some flaws of mine are overthinking and my anxiety. Like I’ll overthink an entire situation before I really know what happened and assume that someone like hates me. Or I’ll assume I’m talking to much and that’s it’s annoying so I just kinda.. shut down. My anxiety can get kinda bad, i get all shaky and I care a lot about what people think of me (although I try to deny it). So I’ll need someone who can bring me back to earth every now and then. But it’s getting better with time and I’m trying to stress myself out less. When I’m out I’ve got such a big personality and I’m making dumb jokes and dancing, but when I get home I’m just chilling and watching anime. (Although I will dance and make jokes if I feel like it). And I’m a night owl!

Sorry if this was too much!! I really appreciate what you are doing 💗.

OH MY GOD IM AN INFJ THAGS SO COOL!! MY ONLINE PERSONALITY IS LOWK ENFJ THO SO I THINK THATS SO SWAG SHSHSHS (if u recall me saying otherwise shhhhh thats when i trusted 16personalities) ALSO STATE IN ACTING??? UR SO COOL WTF?? ANYWAYS

ok i was actually just wanting to do a matchup w this character n it just so happens u seem to literally fit what id say is his ideal type so i have matched you with: semi eita

GOSH I LOVE HIM OK HCS: (also im so sorry for doing these so late shshs 😖)

forst of all hes def helping w ur lines

like hes such a good person to help prep u

hes also like lowk very lowkey shdhd and honest/blunt so if u ever get an anxiety attack i think hed tell u how it is like straight up n that ur overreacting but in the way that snaps u back to reality

n hes like ur anchor shdhd

i think thats so cute

and sometimes he gets stage fright so i feel like your presence would just help comfort him

OOH ALSO YALL WOULD PROB RELEASE SO GS TOGETHER

N HED LOVE SINGING W U 😫‼️

i feel like hed call u angel, his muse, or his bitch. no in between.

i also feel like he loves how hes so pale and his hair is gray and hes tall n ur lowk short n ur skin is darker and ur hair is like complete opposites and he loves that

like the opposites but fits so well together thing

yall def listen to ricky montgomery together idec.

and taylor swift.

ooh i know for a fact that mans had a hamilton phase but thats why hes so hot tbh

yall also make like photo/mood boards of yall or playlists lol i feel so lonely rn help-

if one of ur anxiety attacks comes in public u know this man is gonna pull the “im famous u want a photo?” to drag attention away from u shdh

oh u def call him suga by “accident” to make him mad HAHAHSJSH

prob the clubbing people but i could see him n u watching anime together and u accidentally hum the ops while harmonizing by accident sometimes shahsgdj

GOSH OK THAT WAS LONG SORRY OK ANYWAYS NOW ITS TIME FOR A ONE SHOT!! (also if u ever need to talk ab something my dms r always open!!)

IS THAT THE TOUNGE N LIKE TEETH THING BUT IN ANIME??/7;6&3);&;7: I JEVER NOTICED THIS WHAT THE FUCK

on a normal friday night, a (your age) person would normally be out with friends, or maybe even going clubbing. but not you, no you and your boyfriend were sitting on the couch, howl's moving castle on your tv and your head on his chest.

it was a chill day to say the least, you and him both having a full day off and spending it like this the two of you too exhausted from the weeks events already. you had random music playing in the background. by random i mean random it went from ed sheeran to lil uzivert all the way to BTS; needless to say it was kinda a mess. but that was how you liked it.

all of a sudden ‘The Schuyler Sisters’ from the original broadway cast of hamilton: the musical started blasting interrupting the beautiful silence w background noise.

you turn to look at your boyfriend, your chests now pressed against each other to look at him staring just past you at his phone, a light pink blush tinting his ears.

“a hamilton kid i see..” you tease playfully noticing how he flushed even deeper.

“o-oi shut up, my- my mom set it for me ok?” he tries to say, his excuses unheard as you burst into laughter tired of holding it in.

“we- well at least pick it up,” you say between laughs.

“fine. hello?” he says as he answers the call. “oh- but today, no i understand. of course. ok ill be right there.”

as he shifts you look at him all of a sudden concerned, you didn’t want your boyfriend overworking himself afterall.

“darling is everything ok?” you ask afraid of the answer. then you notice how hes not meeting your eyes and how hes tapping his knee with his pointer finger. his little tell he was trying to hold in laughs. “oh haha very funny semi now drop the act can we please just go back?” you try to reason.

“oh but getting u annoyed like this is so cute >w<“ he laughs seeing you grumble about how he was ‘so annoying’ as you turn to ignore him.

“oh shut up.”

“make me :p”

“maybe i will,” you say before stuffing a pillow in his mouth and leaning your head against it. “now enjoy the movie.” </3

HES SO PRETTY OML 🤩🤤

ohmygod now its time for my last texts for this event ahhh

OK I HOPE U ENJOYED SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE SHDGSH