#this ridicule is uncalled for omg

[sinnbaddie]

Finding out Mimiko and Nanako have diehard fans is interesting to say the least considering they were there for a split second at most and were lacking incredibly as characters.

Not to say they were necessarily bad characters, but they did not hold weight in the story and were really not that entertaining. The story is not less/more interesting without them or with them. It doesn’t change whatsoever because they were very unimportant and to get so angry over their deaths is a little over the top

But I think what makes me most annoyed is that y’all are angry at Sukuna for killing them when he has never been a person to care for others?? legitimately the kids were dumb for thinking the king of curses would do their bidding, you cannot convince me they were smart for that no matter how sad their backstory is. They could’ve easily avoided their fate if they thought and understood they were dealing with the embodiment of evil and could not ask him to do what they wanted, it really was a stupid and unfortunate move but I digress

[fefairys]

something i’ve been seeing a lot of lately is people pretending to be offended by something as satire. like they’ll make up a weird story about why something innocuous offends them or whatever and then u check their blog and they’re like “omg it was obviously satire if you can’t tell that then ur stupid :/“

and like. why. it isn’t funny it’s always annoying and uncalled for and unrelated to the post just trying to be as “weird” as possible and it REALLY reads the same as people who make Triggered jokes or ‘i identify as an attack helicopter’ jokes. like

how is ‘i am deeply offended by this because when i was a child [story that doesn’t make sense but is JUST plausible enough that some people will believe it]’ as a joke any different than ‘this is TRIGGERING ME’ as a joke? it’s literally the same thing and neither are funny.

the punchline in both instances is “i am offended by something ‘ridiculous’” like ok so the joke is that.. when people are hurt and offended by something… it is funny and we should make fun of them?

god and it’s always just so stupid and completely derails the post for no fucking reason. i can’t believe some people think this is the height of comedy. you are literally going #TRIGGERED!!!! but with more words.

[ri-ahhh]

can u write something about grayson being on a business trip and y/n gets bored and horny, so she rides her pillow, but grayson got to go home early so he wants to surprise her and he walks into their room while she’s riding his pillow. omg and her being all flustered but then gray telling her to continue and show him how she gets off when he’s not there. then he fucks her. i wantttt 😌

Oof I haven’t used the pillow method in a looong time lol. I love this tho.

“Let me see!”

You’re lying in bed and holding your phone at a rather unattractive angle, but that allows you to be comfy, as your boyfriend on the other end of the FaceTime call continues being his usual, stubborn self. He’s on a business trip, so to speak, in New York; he and Ethan had both been asked to be in a new Calvin Klein campaign — one that promised to be David Beckham-worthy, both in that it would be only underwear, and in just how sexy her boyfriend will be in those photos.

Which, he apparently has a couple of the test shots the photographer had sent him, and he’s now ridiculously refusing to show you because he ‘doesn’t want to ruin the surprise.’

“You see me in my underwear every day, babe,” he chuckles, his phone shaking a bit with the Uber he’s riding in to LaGuardia, only hours away from being with you in the flesh. “You can wait with everyone else.”

You let out a huff and turn on your side, cuddling one of his pillows to your chest. It smells like him, despite the fact that you’ve been sleeping on it for the last three days he’s been gone.

“Why would you even tell me you have the pictures if you’re not gonna show them to me?” you pout.

He smirks. “Just wanted to see what kind of reaction I could get out of you.”

You groan and roll your eyes, taking in the sight of him on the tiny screen of your phone. The crooked slant of his full lips, the white gleam of his teeth, his Louis sunglasses, his deep voice... and now having to live with your imagination of those photos instead of seeing the real thing?

You miss him, and you want him, and you can’t wait for him to be back. “You’re such a fuckin tease,” you complain. “That was gonna be my spank bank material to hold me off until you get home.”

He’s got his AirPods in, but he still flushes some and glances past his phone at his Uber driver. “I’ll be there before you know it, baby.” His voice drops some, both in volume and timbre. “Besides, now you’ll just be... extra excited to see me, right?”

“I guess,” you sigh, but your thighs still clench at the thought of him in a heavily shadowed, black-and-white photo with every muscle and bulge on display for everyone to see. Your face heats up, and you bite your lip as you stare at him longingly without even realizing as you get lost in your fantasies.

“Okay, fuck,” he mumbles with a little laugh, his head plopping back on the headrest with a groan. “I have to go, before you make me go through security with a big problem.”

“Oh, it’s big all right,” you giggle with a wink. He chuckles again and shakes his head, and you let out a sigh. “I love you. Have a safe flight, okay?”

“Love you too. I’ll text you when I land.”

You toss your phone to the side of the bed once you’ve hung up, and look out the window at the evening sunset. Grayson’s flight is set to land in LA fairly late, so you decide to get some of your nighttime rituals out of the way so the two of you can just crawl into bed together after you pick him up.

But there’s a more pressing matter you might as well attend to before you hop in the shower.

Without your vibrator, which you don’t keep at his place for obvious reasons, you’re stuck with just your fingers. You remind yourself that this is only to hold you off until he’s here in a few hours, though, and not in a few days like it has been.

You pick up your phone again and delve into your ‘my eyes only’ tab on Snapchat, which is filled with private content the two of you have made. You find one of your most favorite videos he’s ever sent you that you’ve saved there from your camera roll. It’s just Grayson, angled low so that his thick, tattooed thighs, his rock hard dick, and the rest of his torso are all in frame.

You tap the still frame and simultaneously sink your hand past your panties, your fingertips already graced with the arousal leaking out of you before you even press ‘play.’ You bend your knees and bow your legs out to the sides, and trail some of your wetness up your slit until you light upon your clit with a little gasp.

The video starts, and instantly you’re met with the slick sounds of his lubricated cock sliding in his own fist. That’s one of the reasons this video in particular is one of your most-watched: the sounds. They turn you on almost as much as the sight on your screen, especially when he gets vocal the better it starts to feel on his end.

You start rubbing circles on your clit, slow and in rhythm with his hand jacking himself off. He always likes to start that way when he masturbates; not necessarily to tease, but to achieve that build-up and to make the end result as intense as possible. He lets out a deep sigh and drags his other hand down his thigh, like you do when you’ve got him in your mouth or in your own hands. He loves the sting, even if his blunt nails aren’t achieving that same sensation, he said once it makes him think of you in that moment.

Your back arches some, and thankfully his hand starts moving a little faster, and you follow his lead with an increased pressure on your sensitive nub. His breaths pick up, little grunts and groans passing from his full, pink lips, which are just barely in view of the camera and swollen from him biting them through his pleasure.

He’s so fucking sexy. You take a moment to just appreciate the image of him on your screen, and it makes your pussy throb as you moan gently. You need him, crave him in this moment after being without him for days on end. You need more than your slim, uncalloused fingers slipping through your folds and manipulating the orgasm out of you so expertly.

In your peripheral, you see the pillow you had been cradling while on the phone with him earlier — his pillow, the one that smells like lumber and his shampoo and Grayson.

You pause the video and sit up until you’re on your knees, and grab the pillow without a second thought. You hadn’t done this in a good while, but the thought of grinding your pussy on the closest thing you have to him in this moment consumes you completely.

You fold it over some so that a ridge forms and straddle it down the middle, facing the foot of the bed. Instantly, your hips rock into the plush yet firm surface you’ve created, and a hollow ache forms deep inside you. There’s also some relief there, though, and it’s only amplified when you start the video once again. You moan a little louder, place your hands on the bed, and start riding the pillow while imagining it’s his thick, hard cock inside you.

That thick, hard cock that looks so enticing on your phone, leaking precum and slick with lube, his abs heaving behind it, his fingers pinching his nipple before dropping down to tug on his balls.

“Fuck me.”

In your lust-fogged brain, you think his voice comes from the video at first. But then it registers how clear it sounded, how loud it was, and your eyes lift to see none other than Grayson himself just past the doorway. His suitcase sits beside him, handle still raised, his backpack hanging off one shoulder as he stands there and stares at you in awe.

You bite back a shriek of terror as a second passes that allows you to comprehend that it’s him and not an intruder. A moment of inevitable awkwardness hangs in the air, not so much because you’re embarrassed, but who really likes being unexpectedly walked in on halfway to orgasming, even if it is by your boyfriend that you’re masturbating to?

You start to scramble off the bed to greet him once you can think straight. What the hell is he doing home already? “What? I —”

“No, don’t get up!” Grayson pleads, glancing at the video of himself that’s still going. He smiles smugly and observes you more thoroughly, in his sweatshirt, riding his pillow in the middle of his bed. “Are you getting off to me, sweetheart? Couldn’t wait for me to get home?”

You sit back on your haunches with the pillow still between your legs, biting your lip and running a hand through your long hair as you take him in fully. The bulge in his sweats is prominent, and the sight makes you clench your thighs around the bulky pillow.

You shake your head in answer to his latter question. “Couldn’t wait. I told you I needed you. You didn’t tell me you were home already, though.”

Grayson drops his backpack to the floor and makes his way to his desk, dark eyes locked on yours the whole time until he plops down in his chair. “I wanted to surprise you. Thought you could wait long enough for me to make it back here, but I guess I was wrong.”

That’s sweet, but why is he still so far away? “C’mere,” you pout, reaching out for him. “I missed you. Want you now.”

He just gives you a seductive smile and shakes his head, one of his big hands palming his erection over his sweats and giving it a little squeeze. Your eyes are drawn there, and you finally reach over and pause the video. You look back at him, and he’s now stroking himself through the fabric as well; you can’t stop your hips from grinding down for some kind of relief.

He eyes you wantonly from his seat, devouring you with his heated gaze. “Did I look good for you, baby? In that video?”

You nod slowly, finding a rhythm with your pussy once again. “Yeah. So good.”

Grayson hums satisfactorily, and his hand slips under his waistband now. He gasps a little; it’s driving you crazy that you can see him now but you can’t see him.

“You look fucking amazing right now,” he says gruffly. “In my sweater. In my bed. Is that my pillow, too?”

Another nod. “Please, Gray.”

“Make yourself cum, baby, then I’ll come touch you. Can’t wait to feel you after so long.”

You whine, but your hips pick up anyways, anything to get him to you as fast as possible. “Lemme see you. I need to see your dick.”

Grayson smirks but allows you that, at least. He whips his shirt off over his head, kicks off those ridiculous Louis slides, and shuffles his pants and underwear down his muscular legs.

He sits back in the desk chair and wraps his hand loosely around his cock, and you relish in finally having a full view of his naked body in all its glory. Your hips start grinding into the pillow, and you find the sweet spot against your clit almost immediately.

You fall into a rhythm again, whining his name and watching him stroke his cock almost lazily. He knows your tells so well, can see in your face and hear in your breathy whimpers and moans that you’re already close.

“Gonna cum for me, baby?” he asks gruffly. “Come on...”

His raspy encouragements are all you need fall apart, your thighs clenching around the pillow tightly and your head tossed back as you cry out as your orgasm washes over you in deep, shuddering waves.

You feel his hands on you before you see them, coaxing you to lie back and removing the pillow from between your trembling legs. You open your eyes right as he tugs your hips to the edge of the bed, then hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties to tug them down your legs. He spreads them wide and drops to his knees before burying his face in your pussy with a harsh, satisfied groan.

You squeal and grab two handfuls of his thick, dark hair. It’s almost too much so soon after your first orgasm, but he works you over with soft suckles and broad swipes of his tongue. He’s eating you up, reacquainting himself with your taste and smell and sounds, letting your arousal coat his tongue and breathing you in and listening to the sweet noises coming out of your mouth because of him.

He slips his hands under your ass so you’re even closer to his face. It feels so good and sounds almost better as he hums and slurps and licks with an unmatched voracity. But you need him in your arms, the weight of how much you missed him hitting you all at once.

“Baby,” you gasp out, tugging on his hair in a different manner than just moments ago. He lifts his head and looks at you concernedly, his face shiny with your wetness. His eyes are sweet and a golden hazel even though his pupils are wide. “C’mere, kiss me, please.”

He obliges at once, climbing up your body and scooting you up the bed before cupping a hand behind your neck and tipping your head up to kiss you. You sigh happily into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his wide torso and holding him close to you. He tastes like your pussy, and your head swims. It feels strange not to have the intimacy of his skin against yours, so you pull back after a minute and lift your arms up in silent request for him to pull it off of you.

He sits up quickly and rucks it up your sides and over your head, tossing it to the floor before covering your body with his again. You both moan in satisfaction when your breasts press against the hard planes of his chest. Grayson leans more on his side so he can swipe a hand up your belly as he kisses you, slipping his tongue past your lips right as he tugs on a sensitive nipple.

It feels good just to make out like this, one of your legs thrown over his, tongues sliding together and exploring each other’s mouths, just being close with one another. With one hand buried in his hair, you slide the other down his broad back until you palm his ass, pushing his hips into yours even more than they already are.

“I need you, Gray,” you gasp into his mouth.

Grayson moans and wastes no time rolling you completely onto your back. He hooks his elbow under one of your knees, and swipes the fingers of his free hand along your slit to test your readiness before using the moisture he collects to coat his cock.

You gasp a little when he slips the tip in, then pulls back and pushes a little more, easing into you slowly and tenderly. Your eyes are locked together as he fills you up, every little detail like that the exact intimacy you had been craving from him earlier.

When he’s completely inside you, he mirrors the position of his arm and your leg on the other side, making sure he’s as deep as he can get as his hips start to move slowly. You clutch at his shoulder with one hand and cup his cheek in the other, stroking his full lower lip sweetly with your thumb.

“I missed you,” you whisper, whimpering as his hips pick up speed some.

“Missed you,” he replies at once, ducking down to meet your lips with his. “Love you.”

“Mm, love you so much, Gray,” you return against his mouth, kissing him once again before dropping your head down to the mattress. “Fuck, that’s so good!”

“Yeah?” he rasps out, giving you those hard, deep strokes that make you feel him in your belly. “Pussy so tight, baby. Missed this fuckin pussy.”

He keeps the pace and the rhythm steady, which combined with the hand you drop to your clit and just having him back in your arms, is all you really need to be right on the edge.

“Gonna cum,” you whine, circling your clit desperately as his dick drives into you perfectly.

Grayson moans and hisses through his teeth when you seize up around him, creating a vice around his cock and your nails digging sharply in the smooth sinews of his back. He drops your legs and lets you ride it out with slowed-down strokes and sweet kisses to your chest and neck, whispering little praises into your ear. How beautiful you are, how much he loves seeing you cum, how happy he is to be home with you again.

You come-to eventually, and rock your hips up to encourage him to move again. You hitch your legs high around his waist as he starts fucking you properly again, his grunts and whispered curses picking up in both pitch and frequency. You smile up at him dazedly and moan encouragingly, watching his gorgeous flushed face as he starts to fall apart himself.

“Where do you want it?” he asks quickly after a couple of minutes.

“Wherever you want, baby. Inside, on my tits, in my mouth —”

With a harsh groan, he pulls out and climbs up your body, jerking himself off with quick, tight strokes at the head.

“Open,” he commands roughly, grasping onto your hair with his free hand. You smile and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out just in time to catch the first rope of his cum. Part of it and the next couple streaks land across your nose and forehead, but you don’t mind as the weaker spurts fall nearly into your open mouth.

When he’s done, you watch him pant and slip down next to you. You collect the cum you can feel on your finger and suck it off with a hum, while Grayson slips off the bed and retrieves a tissue to clean up the rest of it. You murmur your thanks, accepting his kiss and letting him swoop you up and carry you to the bathroom with a giggle.

“Gray?” you mumble sleepily into his shoulder.

“Hm?”

“Don’t forget to change your pillowcase.”

[darter-blue]

Stucky (quick fic) [Bucky is typing]

Steve is so tired, he’s thinking about stealing the duct tape from Tony's emergency kit to keep his eyeballs from falling out of his head. 

They’re mid flight back to New York from… wherever they were this time (somewhere cold and dark and exhausting). Nat is on his left, asleep with her eyes open, which is the creepiest thing Steve has ever seen - and he once watched Dum Dum wash dirty underwear in his regulation M1 helmet before wearing it into a skirmish (they all came out alive, maybe it was good luck).

His phone isn't in his pocket, which is typical Steve Rogers luck, all he wants is to play a few rounds of that terrifyingly addictive cupcake game Clint downloaded for him to switch his brain off. But, oh! It's under Nat's seat. 

And his fucking passcode locks him out after three wrong attempts, of course! So he uses the Captain America override function that all these goddamn Tonytech Avengers phones have with his thumbprint. Before he has a chance to even look for the game, a message pops up on his screen. 

Received: First of all you just ignored my cats dressed up as Santa, so fuck you. Secondly…

The ellipses show up to say this person is typing more, but Steve has no idea what on Earth it's about, or who it's from (Bucky? What's a Bucky?), So he quickly types back and hits enter.

Sent: who is this?

The ellipses stop and then start again, and quite quickly Steve receives a reply:

Received: Dont you new phone who dis me asshole

Which is mystifying, because those words don't make any semblance of sense in a sentence together and why the fuck is this Bucky so angry?

Sent: I think, firstly, your language is uncalled for.

Oh god, he is turning into his mother.  

Received: Natasha, wtf

Oh! Maybe this is a wrong number? Maybe his and Nat's numbers are just one digit off or something.

Sent: Ah, well, I think you have me mistaken for your friend.

Received: EXCUSE ME

Received: AFTER ALL THESE YEARS THIS IS HOW YOU DO ME

This seems like an excessive response, Steve wonders if he'll need to actually wake Nat for this. Maybe it's best to just refrain from hyperbole and set the poor man (woman?) Right.

Sent: No, I mean, you think I’m someone I’m not.

It occurs to Steve right after sending that, he is being somewhat obtuse.

Received: Nat, omg, what are you talking about???

Okay, Steve, spell it out:

Sent: No sorry, I’m not Natasha

Received: What?

Sent: I’m Steve

Receieved: Who the fuck is Steve?

Immediately the phone is ringing. A picture of a ridiculously attractive man pops up as a display picture and it must be an actor or a model Tony has programmed into the phone as a joke (one time he lets slip that Jimmy Stewart would be his Hall pass and he'll never live it down).

He answers, because it would be rude not to. 

'Who are you and why do you have Natasha's phone?' 

'I think maybe you have the wrong number,' Steve says back to that gruff, salty greeting (salty is his new favourite word of the day, thanks to the urban dictionary app FRIDAY put on his phone) 

'I… hang on..' the phone goes silent for a moment and Steve likes to think he's waiting very patiently for Mr grumpy to come back on and apologise profusely. He secretly is quite interested to hear that voice when it's not so gruff, and maybe a little contrite. 'No!' the voice barks into Steve's unsuspecting ear, 'This is definitely Nat's phone. I am not going crazy.' 

And for the first time Steve wonders if it's entirely possible this is, in fact, Natasha's phone.

Huh.

'You still there, dude?' Bucky asks. And Steve grunts to confirm he is, but pulls the phone away slightly to check, and oh. Look at that. There is no crack in the bottom left hand corner of the back of the case.

Oops.

'Ah, so it looks like you might be right,' Steve says, in lieu of an apology.

'Oh good, okay, you're not going to apologise for causing me a ridiculous amount of identity crisis for three a.m on a Monday morning?'

'No,' is Steve's answer. Partly because he never apologises. Partly because it's sort of fun to fuck with this guy.

'Wow, nice. Okay, Steve, what the fuck are you doing answering Nat's phone at this late hour?' Bucky asks, his voice has lost its gruff edge, has taken on the mild warmth of amusement (it is even more pleasant than Steve had anticipated), 'You guys hook up or something?'

'What? No!' Steve blurts out wildly, before he can stop himself (but, yuck. Natasha is like the pain in the ass little sister Steve never asked for) 'We work together.'

'Ah,' Bucky says, like he's just discovered a state secret, 'You're Steve from work.' - Oh lord, what has Natasha been saying about him? - 'You sound cuter than I was expecting.'

What. Does that mean?

'I uh…' Steve is at a loss, 'I am not cute.' 

Steve is a thirty something year old super soldier too world weary to even wear a parachute these days. He is not. Fucking. Cute.

'Sure, send me a selfie, I need to judge for myself.' He can hear Bucky chuckling to himself on the other end of the phone.

'I am not sending you a selfie.'

'Fair enough, you want me to judge in person, I can respect that,' Bucky says, and the warmth in his voice has reached dangerous levels. It's affecting Steve more than it should. 'Okay, if you’re Steve from work then you live here in New York, right? Which means you can meet me at Elsa's tomorrow night at nine.'

'I don't… know where that is?' Steve says, flustered and breathless for no good reason. 

'Google it. Okay it was nice chatting Steve but I gotta go,' he can hear Bucky yawn, hears the crack of his jaw, 'You shouldn't be calling people up at three in the morning, it's rude.'

'I didn't… You called me!' Steve says incredulously. Except Bucky has already hung up. He pulls the phone away from his ear and states at it, like it might offer him some answers. 

It does not.

It does have a picture of Bucky in the contact information though. And okay, if he's not a model or an actor then life is just unfair. Steve doesn't realise he's staring at the phone until Natasha's voice breaks through his musing.

'Two years I've been trying to set you up with someone nice and you end up picking up my best friend with a butt dial?'

Steve looks over at her and she hasn't moved at all. She still looks asleep. She really is creepy.

'It wasn't a butt dial!' he doesn't even know what that is, but he's sure it doesn't apply here.

'Uh huh. Remind me to get Tony to take your fingerprint override off my phone.'

Steve lays Nat's phone gently in her lap where she pretends to sleep on. He fishes his own out of his chest pocket, must have been there the whole time, and puts his head in his hands. 

He just wanted to play his cupcake game…

The phone pings a few seconds later and it's a message from Nat; Bucky's contact information (including his picture).

And he isn't sure what this feeling in his gut is, but it's definitely not the roiling miasma of banality that has been festering there lately.

Which is probably a good enough reason to not back out of this.

Really, how bad could one drink with a handsome stranger be?

He leans back in his seat and let's his head fall against the headrest. It could be nice actually.

'Atta boy, Steve.' Nat says, still as a statue.

Steve is pretty sure she can read minds.

He wouldn't even put it past her to have set this whole thing up somehow. 

The tiny tilt at the corner of her mouth suggests he might not be wrong.

part two  part three

[selfcareparker]

Sugarpie [p.p]

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary: You and Peter decide to spend Valentine‘s day together - as friends, though the lines between friendship and something more start to become a little blurry…

warnings: smut, puns about buns (omg-), swearing, I didn‘t realise until now but kind of parallels to the fic ‘Deja Vu‘ with Tom that I wrote??

word count: 3.5k

(x) ♡  Masterlist

Peter’s nervous. Would you tell him? Would Peter know if you already had a date for Valentine’s? He’s asked Mj and she said he was being ridiculous.

Here goes nothing-

Peter walks over to your locker where you’re standing, looking pretty as ever.

“Hey, Peter. Happy Valentine’s!” You say, hugging him for a hello.

Of course you had to bring up that it’s Valentine’s Day - will it be too obvious if he asks now? He’s not going to wait another year for the next V-day when you’ll have been scooped up by some other guy who - just like Peter - has realised how amazing you are.

“What are you doing after school… wanna hang out?”

“I was planning on baking cookies.” You tell him and Peter mentally slaps himself. He should have known that you already have a date, why did Mj tell him you were free today?

“Oh, okay, that’s fine. Sorry, I should’ve known you’re already busy with someone else. Want to hang out during the weekend, then?” Peter tries to save the situation and not to embarrass himself.

“Wait, no, no!” You laugh, grazing his arm, “I meant, I, alone, am going to bake cookies tonight, but you can join me. We can just hang out.”

Just hanging out today was not Peter’s plan, but it’s better than nothing.

“Oh, sure, cool. Should I bring some ingredients for the cookies? Oh- and I have to warn you, I have no baking skills, whatsoever.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll show you. And we can go buy all the food together, yeah? I need about an hour after our last lesson and then we can meet up.”

“Sounds good.”

*

“So, I got you a little gift. I walked past it in a shop after school and I thought it was quite funny.” You tell Peter while you’re on your way to buy the ingredients for your cookies and reach into your bag.

What, you got Peter something… Like for Valentine’s? 

Peter was actually thinking about buying you flowers or something but a, he was busy showering and by the time that he was finished you texted him asking if you could meet to go shopping, and b, you clearly only saw today as ‘hanging out’ - as friends - and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with romantic gestures that were uncalled for.

“The shop had loads of cards, and I think this one was the funniest.” You pull out a Valentine’s Card with a pizza on it, and a white font saying ‘I wanna pizza dat ass’. Wait you want a piece of Peter’s ass? O-kay.

“That’s funny, thanks. I didn’t get you anything though.”

“Oh don’t worry, this was, like, one dollar. There was another one with a picture of a rollercoaster that said, ‘So excited to ride you’, but I thought that was a little too aggressive to give to an unassuming, male, pubescent friend.” You laugh and Peter agrees, it would have been weird… or it would’ve given him false hopes at least… 

If you actually meant you wanted to ride him, that would have been quite beautiful actually.

He realises he’s been stuck in thought for too long but luckily you change the topic from wanting to ride him- uh- buying him a card, as a joke, about wanting to ride him, to the cookies you’ll be making.

-

“There’s something else you can ride.” Peter doesn’t know why he brings the joke up again, as he points to the shopping carts in front of the supermarket.

“Ha ha.” You say, “How about you ride it?”

“I’m sure it’ll break if you push me in it.” Peter argues, raising his eyebrows.

“You’re getting in.” He does as you say, and minutes later you’re pushing Peter - who is much heavier than you thought, if you’re honest - through the aisles and you’re both laughing your heads off until you nearly crash Peter into a wall, and you decide it’s better if you both just walk.

“I think we’ve got everything.” You check the recipe, when Peter throws another thing into the cart.

“Candy hearts. We can use them to decorate our cookies.” Peter comments and you look at them, “Cute.”

Peter makes you wait outside of the shop after you’ve paid because he claimed he had to buy something in secret.

What is this boy on about? Had you weirded him out by your joke about riding him? That’s just your type of humour and you thought he would find it funny too. You hope he’s really just buying something and not trying to get away from you.

You breathe a sigh of relief when you see him walk out of the shop, carrying something behind his back.

“I don’t think you can have a piece of my ass, that sounds painful. But you can still have a different piece of me.” He smiles and pulls out one of those candy necklaces, looping it around his neck and he passes you your own.

Without warning you take a step closer to Peter and pull slightly at his necklace, attaching your teeth to one of the sweets and from afar Peter’s sure it could look like you’re kissing his neck.

You pull away, “You taste good.” Oh God why is Peter making this harder for himself?

*

You end up going to Peter’s place because May isn’t home yet and you say your parents would be annoying at home.

The first load of cookies is finished surprisingly quick and you also realise you’ve made more than you could eat even on a hungry day. You decide to go give some to your friends, Mj, Ned and Betty, who you’re sure are also spending Valentine’s together.

You go to Mj’s first, and when she opens the door she shushes you two, “Wait don’t say anything!” You and Peter look at each other confused, 

“Let me guess, so you two are spending Valentine’s together because you’ve finally realised that you belong together, and now you’re bringing me cookies to thank me because I’ve always said you’d make a cute couple.” Mj gets herself to smile, takes the cookies from your hands and leaves you standing there perplexed, shutting the door.

You wish what she said was true - obviously Peter doesn’t feel that for you though.

Before either of you have the chance to say something to make this even more awkward you make your way over to Ned and Betty’s.

“Have a nice Valentine’s day, you lovebirds.” Betty winks.

“Yes! And thanks for the cookies!” Ned agrees, casting a look you don’t understand at Peter.

Betty knows about your crush on Peter.

Ned knows about Peter‘s crush on you, which you obviously don‘t know, so the whole situation is just awkward but you and Peter, again, escape quickly.

*

“Why does everyone think we’re together?” You question, but Peter doesn’t know either.

“I have no idea, but if a girl as pretty as you was together with a nerd like me, I’m sure my dick game would really have to be on point.”

“Well, is it?”

He laughs, “I wouldn’t think so, you’re looking at a first-class virgin.”

“I don’t see a mirror anywhere.” He picks up on your joke and smiles at the fact that you haven’t been in any relationships Peter didn’t know about.

You’ve nearly finished the second raw load of cookies, “I’ll let you do the honours.”

You pass Peter the candy hearts to press into the cookie dough and he distributes them evenly. He has one left and passes it to you, ‘Love you’, it says on the candy.

“Love you too, sugar pie.” You tell Peter, reading more words from the candy conversation hearts. Not knowing what you’re referring to, Peter chokes on his water, spilling it over himself, but since you’re standing so close it mostly gets on you and your white shirt that immediately becomes see-through.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorr- woah what are you wearing underneath that?” His eyes go wide once he takes in the red lace peeking through from underneath your clothes.

“Oh, I, uh… underwear?”

“So you just wear stuff like that everyday?” Peter’s caught on to the fact that the red lace isn’t necessarily suitable for everyday use.

“Well it is Valentine’s day.”

“Who are you wearing it for then?” Peter hopes he doesn’t sound as jealous as he is at the thought of you wearing that for another guy, even if you just told him you’d never had sex and his fear is irrational.

“Just for myself. I couldn’t resist all the online offers so I thought I’d treat myself to something - it really didn’t matter I was going to be the only one to see it. I’ve been lifting my shirt every time I’ve passed a mirror today though.”

He nods, still staring.

“You wanna see?” You aks randomly.

His body isn‘t listening to his brain and so Peter just nods.

You pull your wet shirt over your head, revealing the lingerie and more bare skin than Peter’s ever seen of you.

You know you look good and although Peter’s eyes on you make you shy, the look in them is most definitely positive.

“Uh, you also spilled some on my pants so…” You look at Peter, slowly pulling down your pants in the sexiest way you can muster even when you have to shimmy your hips a little to pull your ankles out the bottom of your jeans, and Peter’s wide eyes are telling you he likes it. He’s looking at you like you’re walking the catwalk right now.

“I’m not gonna lie, you look extremely sexy right now.” Peter compliments, fiddling with his shirt.

“You know how you gave me a gift - the card I mean - I didn’t get you anything.”

“You gave me this candy necklace.” You draw your eyebrows together.

“Yeah, but you paid for all of the stuff for the cookies so I still kind of owe you, I should give you something.”

“Well, what do you have in mind?”

-

Peter’s sitting on the floor in front of your bed, head peeking out from between your knees.

“So you’re sure about this?” He asks, stroking your leg.

“Yeah, just give me a second, won’t be long.”

You stumble to the bathroom just to think clearly about this situation. You freshen up a bit, looking at your reflection and you can absolutely understand why Peter offered to eat you out.

You come to the conclusion that, right now, there’s absolutely nothing you want more, than Peter’s tongue between your legs.

You skip back into Peter’s room and sit on the bed, he’s leaning against his nightstand, looks up at you, “So, are we still doing this?”

“Yes, but are you sure you want to do it too?”

“Absolutely.” He answers and then shoots up, “Wait, I haven’t washed my hands.” He runs to the bathroom and you wonder whether it’s really just to wash his hands or if he’s doing the same thing you just did.

You know he’s also sure he’s up to doing this when you hear his hasty steps getting closer to you, and your hands already wander down your panties, making you even wetter than you already are.

He’s breathing hard when he kneels down in front of you again, staring at the hand under your panties and you giggle.

“Relax, Peter.” You smile at him, brushing a hand through his hair.

“I wanna make you feel good now.” He says, determined, grabbing both your legs to spread them further.

“Off to a good start.” You pull your wet fingers from your underwear and promptly pull your panties to the side to reveal to Peter how wet just the thought of him has made you.

You let go of the fabric and it falls back into place and Peter glances up at you, asking to see again, though still nervous.

“Don’t worry, Peter, you’ve done something right already, and you haven’t even done anything yet, so? You wanna… maybe - start?” You lift your legs off the floor and with your help he pulls off your panties and then your bra and boy looks like he’s staring at a goddess, his breathing becoming uneven again.

“Calm down, it’s okay, we can talk. I’ll tell you what I like.”

“How do I start?” He asks.

You use two fingers to spread your lips and put a finger on your clit, “You start here - either with your finger or-” a breath that’s actually more of a moan leaves your mouth when Peter’s tongue is suddenly on your clit, “-tongue.” you finish.

Though how his tongue concentrates directly on your little button feels good, it won’t be enough to get you to cum.

“You can move a bit more, bit further down and up again, oh, yes.”

After not too long he finds the perfect pace and where exactly to touch you to make you feel good. You moan out Peter’s name when you climax.

“Fuck.” You both say at the same time.

And Peter still thinks you look so effortlessly beautiful, in all your naked glory, trying to even out your breathing.

You think of just leaning down and kissing him. That should be fine after what he just did, right?

He’s looking up at you and you move closer but you realise the front door has just opened and you can hear May’s voice from the other room.

Peter jumps up and you scramble to get on a shirt of Peter’s while he says hi to his aunt, making sure she won’t pick up on what her nephew just did to you.

“Oh that smells nice.” May compliments once she gets to the kitchen.

“Yeah, we were just baking cookies, like I told you, but then I accidentally spilled some water so we just went to my room and I gave her one of my shirts.” Peter reports, he’d texted May earlier that his plan to ask you out on a date for Valentine’s hadn’t exactly worked but you were still hanging out together to bake.

You hurry to the kitchen in Peter’s ‘I survived my trip to New York’ shirt to greet May. Whenever he’s wearing that shirt he looks like a shapeless potato - which doesn’t matter because they’re pyjamas - but you look so fucking cute it should be illegal.

He doesn’t know if it’s a curse or a blessing that May keeps you two occupied the whole time, making conversation and helping you with the rest of the cookies.

You hum once you taste the sugary heaven on your tongue, saying how good the cookies taste, and Peter’s eyes on you tell you that you still tasted better.

By the time that May finally gives you two some time alone it’s so late that you have to leave and the situation from earlier doesn’t come up again.

*

“So. Valentine’s Day last week was nice.” Peter whispers to you during your lunch break.

“Yeah - what part?” By the way you’re raising your eyebrows and smirking, Peter knows you’re on the same page - you might not talk about your actual feelings, but you’re not going to pretend the sexual encounter, which you both thoroughly enjoyed, didn’t happen.

“The part in my bed.”

“Not quite sure what you mean - care to elaborate?” You rest your jaw against your hand, arm propped up on the table, your elbow grazing Peter’s.

“The part where I gave you,” he forms the next part as more of a question, “one of the best orgasms of your life?”

“Not just one of the best.” You assure him and Peter grins, and you’re calm, cool and collected again, “Yeah, I remember that. What about it?”

“Well I thought maybe, if you want, then we could um, repeat it.” Peter proposes.

“Yes. And what about if this time I help you out instead?”

“You don’t have to do that, I mean I really had fun last time, so I’d like to make you feel good again.”

“‘M not going to argue with that.”

That day you’re alone at your home and with a little help from your vibrator, Peter has you undone in less than two minutes.

You wouldn’t admit it, but you’ve never been as wet as with him.

*

Under the pretext of ‘hanging out’, you’re at Peter’s place again a few days later and he’s inching closer and closer to you in his already small bed and his intentions are clear.

“You wanna… you know, go again?” He asks you.

“Well, I’m on my period right now, so we can finally focus on you and I can take care of you.”

“No, you don’t have to.”

“Why not?” You urge, “I don’t have to, and I’ll accept if you don’t want me to. But can you at least tell me why? I’ve offered it to you like three times and every time you said no. Is it because of me? Am I not attractive enough for you to get off to-”

“What? Nonono, it’s nothing like that at all.”

“What is it then?” You take his hand and he opens up to you.

“Well, when I’m going down on you, I really enjoy it. I mean your body is so sexy and feminine… and your pussy - well, what I’m trying to say is, you’re beautiful and even just the thought of you - I could get off to that. But I know that most girls don’t like… dick as much as guys like pussy so, yeah.” He shrugs.

“I don’t understand. Are you telling me you’re self-conscious about your dick?” You manage not to laugh, he’s worn grey sweatpants around you when he wasn’t hard, so you can only dream of how big he’ll be then.

“Don’t laugh, and I don’t necessarily mean the size I guess, but I just know you wouldn’t enjoy it as much as I enjoy going down on you.”

“But it’s not just about me liking your dick. And, sure I might not want a picture of your cock as my phone wallpaper, but I can guarantee you I don’t exactly mind helping you out.

And anyway, it’s not about that. It’s about trusting someone enough to see you so vulnerable, and to touch you and please you. And to want to please you. And I want that, to please you, I mean. But only if you’ll let me.”

“Of course.” Peter’s still only sitting next to you. He’s kissed the most intimate parts of your body, but not the lips on your face yet. And finally, you lean in to him, connecting your lips to his, in a soft kiss.

It just lasts a few seconds before it’s over.

You feel his muscles contract under your hands and his cock twitches once you reach his pants.

It’s only a few minutes later, and you’ve ended up beyond turned on, Peter with white, sticky streaks on his stomach, your hands covered too, and a cock that’s already hard again.

It’s a long night before he’s finally satiated, but it’s more than worth it.

*

The next weekend, and you’re hanging out with Peter again- this far it’s seriously only been hanging out.

You’re lying together on your bed, both listening to music, sharing memes and videos, when you decide you can’t go on like this anymore.

You put your phone aside and Peter does the same, waiting for what you have to say, but when he glances at your neck and he says something after all.

“You still have that candy necklace?”

“Yeah - you gave it to me, of course. The candy can last up to five years before expiring, and I’ll have eaten all of them before that, for sure.”

He smiles, “I ate mine the first day I bought it.” And there’s silence again.

“Peter?”

He turns to his side, kissing your mouth but you stop the kiss, laughing into his mouth.

“I, I was actually going to ask; what is this between us?”

“Oh,” he sighs, “whatever you want this to be, I guess.”

“So... friends?” It‘s not a suggestion of yours, but a worry about what Peter wants from you.

“If this,” his fingers pass the waistband of your panties and find your clit immediately, and you gasp, “-if this is what friends do and as long as I‘m the only friend you do this with, sure - friends.”

You sit up, trying to disregard how you’re already wet. “Wait so you... you want to be like, exclusive?”

“I do, yeah. I want it to be just you and me, if you want the same.”

“Yeah I wanna do that - be that - whatever. I want the same, Peter.” You kiss him, passionately for the first time.

“I’m so glad - I really can’t even stand the thought of you with another guy.” He mumbles against your neck.

“Didn’t want to see you with another girl either.”

“Don’t worry, I only want you.”

“Peter?”

“Hm?”

“I wanna pizza dat ass.”

[phoenixes-and-wizards]

Lol wtf why would someone pick on you for not wearing makeup for online class?? First of all, it's none if their business, why the hell do they care? Second, ITS ONLINE PEOPLE DO WHATEVER THE HELL THEY WANT ITS NOT IN PERSON WHO CARES. If I want to wear makeup, I'll wear makeup, it my body, my face. Whatever the reason it's stupid to and rude, especially if you dont know the person, like really? I dont speak to anyone if I dont know them unless I absolutely have to, let alone criticize them for something totally uncalled for and NONE OF THEIR BUSINESS. You wouldn't walk up to someone and criticize them for not wearing makeup in person, so dont do it online just because theres a screen separating you. Like mind your business David, who died and made you the makeup police? People dont wear pants and eat/drink or whatever the hell they want most of the time online, sometimes literally roll out of bed and I'm pretty sure most teachers dont care as long as you're paying attention. Like seriously if the camera isnt required to be on I do all sorts of stuff, i painted my nails once lol. Anyway, sorry for the rant I think that's ridiculous and you can do whatever the hell you want sweetie.

OMG HELLO🥺 this ask definitely made my day HAHAHAHAHAH thank u for getting so mad on my behalf bc i personally don't have any energy to expend anymore😂 if you must know, i didn't even say anything; just smiled and turned my cam off because i saw our teacher freeze up from the tension and i didn't wanna make her day any worse HAHAHAHA don't worry, i'm feeling much better now btw so i just hope your day's going a lot more better than mine!!!!!! stay safe out there❤️

[fank0ne]

Let's get it started.

- CHICAGO MED:

Sexcel. Marcel is a prick but I still kinda love him..? I don't know, it's not my fault, leave me alone. For real though, I really like him as a doctor, he seems like he really knows what he's doing, and as a human being... nobody's perfect, right? LOL I don't even think he should be considered the cause of Chexton drama to be honest: maybe trying to get in April's pants wasn't the right move, but he's not the one in a relationship. There's only one person to blame.

Chexton. Ethan really did put a ring on it, uh?! And she said yes, too. Wow, I admire the audacity! Do I think the marriage is gonna occur? The fuck not, he is somehow gonna find out about the Sexcel kiss and call the engagement off. Happy endings? We don't know 'em.

April. Wow, she's really decided to not tell Ethan about the kiss with Crockett! Gross. As I said before, I hate liars... I could've understand if the kiss was like - little crossover - Renée and Kelly's at the end of season 5 (was it season 5? I'm dumb lol), but it seems like it was a big deal for April. She herself said, correct me if I'm wrong, that things could've quickly gotten out of control. Like, excuse me?!

Will and Nat. So are they still gonna let them fight and annoy the hell out of me? Is this a fucking curse or something? Oh my god. This time I'm not on anybody's side, the fight was dumb (not the topic itself, but the way the whole thing was managed) and could've easily been avoided: Will needed to do a more thorough check on that junkie mama and Natalie should've told him she was gonna contact CPS whether he liked it or not. You see how simple it is? Fuck, I hate them so much. (Nick/Will looked really good with that shirt in his last scene - his shoulders are very sexy).

Elsa. She's a baby, I wanna protect her. And she smiled, she so cute. And she's gay af - quick reminder, in case you think that shipping her with Will can even remotely be a good idea (jk, y'all know me, you do you).

Daniel. The scene of him singing for his CeCe at Molly's was truly heartbreaking to see. By the way, Oliver has a nice voice, our cast is multitalented! Dr. Charles has a history with depression, though, so I hope he's gonna take care of himself, a thing he seems determined to do, maybe with the help of Sharon - and Elsa too, they're starting to bond.

Maggie and Ben. They're cute, yeah, Ben is in remission and I'm happy for him. But I honestly don't really care about them as a couple to be honest... There's nothing wrong with them, I'm just not interested. Stop.

Quick question: can they change Dr. Marcel's name, please? I mean, when she confessed the whole thing to Maggie, April's voice was trembling, her eyes were watery, but I couldn't help but laugh at her: "I kissed Crockett" LMFAO, you kissed who?! Like, c'mon, what kind of garbage name is that? Gross. *almost throws up*

- CHICAGO FIRE:

Seager. She was ridiculously embarrassing. At first I thought she was gonna accept the fact that Severide is already taken (even though he didn't tell her explicitly from the beginning, so it's partly his fault too, kinda), but when she asked him out after seeing him and Stella clearly acting as a couple, I lost my cool. Bye, Felicia. I'm so glad Kelly told her he's not interested and, y'all, did you see how he looked at Stella and could tell the situation was making her uncomfortable? Wow, couple goals. I'm waiting for a proposal by the end of the season.

Pickles? Foster... I like her, I hate her, I don't know. She's too moody. The fight with Brett was honestly very childish and uncalled for and I'm glad Sylvie stood up for herself and put Emily in her place. Plus, she did it in such a well-mannered and polite way... she's a princess, what can I say. Stella speech about girls sticking up for each other... Yes! Just yes.

Blake. I'm not gonna censor myself: he likes pussy..? Yikes. You guys know I was already starting to ship him with Ritter, but the writers had to ruin it for me. It's ok, I guess. For the moment I'm not really interested in his relationship with that girl (maybe I'm still bitter LMFAO), even though she seems really cool.

Ritter. When are we gonna see his boyfriend?! Damn, those writers! Blake joined 51 just the other day and we already know every little thing about him, I ask to see just a bit of LGBTQ+ content and they act like they're dumb..? How about you show it properly instead of just mentioning it and act like your job is done, mh? I'm ready to fight, I don't care.

Whose tool? : Our tool = What team? : Wildcats! — SAME ENERGY.

Iconic lines: "I'm gay, I'm not blind" + "I know it's hard to imagine with your emails and Facebook and Myspace...," – Mouch, Myspace? In 2020? Ok Boomer (I had to, I'm not sorry)

- CHICAGO PD:

Well well. We've been robbed. We're not clowns, we're the whole circus. The episode wasn't bad at all, I liked it, but still, what the fuck was that?! We've been waiting for more than a month to see some really angsty, whumpy stuff, the episode was supposed to be Jay centered and what did we get? A lame murder case that somehow became interesting only when Kevin and his brother got involved.

Don't get me wrong, I'm glad my baby Kev gets to get more screentime (it was about time!), but why giving him now and not the next episode? What's the logic in this?

The beginning wasn't even bad, the premises were good. It was all very serious and solemn and all that good stuff we like and then, boom!, they said fuck that, fuck Jay Halstead, fuck you clowns who thought we were gonna treat him with the respect he deserves. Man was literally about to die and then suddenly he's fine, he talks (Jesse was making the voice he uses to imitate Jason, I heard that!), he even jokes around... Like, make it make sense. I'm frustrated. I wanna say a whole lotta other things, but yeah, I hope you get my point.

The Upstead content was kind of a payoff but yeah, still better than nothing. And about that... that fucking phone, really? Hailey was about to confess her feelings, or at least say something really serious to Jay, but of course they were interrupted. As I said, we're clowns. And Jay was ready: my man was so ready to get out of the friendozone, I saw that smirk that slowly faded into a disappointed look. We'll get there, Jay, I probably want it more than you do LOL

Vanessa's gonna be the godmother of Upstesd children. She ships them so much, cutie. "It's hard because you love him" - "Of course I love him, he's my partner" Hailey, sis, stfu and stop lying.

Burzek. They're having a baby, I'm so happy, I'm gonna cry. The little Alvin Ruzek (Kev is gonna be their godfather, I don't make the rules) is gonna be the Intelligence unit mascotte. I'm so ready. Yo, we're having this baby, right? No funny business here, they already broke our hearts with Dawsey twice. Also, did you notice how Adam screamed Kim's name when he thought the million bullets might've hit her and the baby. OMG gheyret having a baby. Whew, I'm not crying, you are!

I admit I wasn't following the storyline at all, like I literally can't tell what was going on before Jordan, Kev's brother, got involved. I wanna see where they're going with this plot: it can potentially be a cool one, I'd actually like too see some drama around Kevin's character - and maybe him being supported by Vanessa, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. I don't know, they either develop it properly or they better end it with 7.11

Y'all, the dude Darius was supposed to set up, the one who got killed by Jordan's girlfriend, is identical to Chris Brown, minus the ears. It's scary.

[olivenight17]

Okay so, dear anon who sent me this matchup, for some reason, it’s not letting me post it, which is strange and a little stupid, so I’ll just do it like this. I’d like to see Tumblr stop me now!!

Anonymous asked: Yo! Can I have a bnha matchup? I love ur blog btw! I’m swedish, 5’7 with redcoloured hair( normally lightbrown hair), brown/grey/green eyes. I love horses( have my own horse), art, music and writing! If I would hve a quirk, I would probs have something like... speed or agility, something simple. Or something creative. As a person I’m fun, loves to make new friends, even if I was bullied for 6-7 years. I’m quite dorky but very protective of my friends. Thank you!!!❤️❤️❤️

No problem, friend! Also, you have a horse?? Like... legit? Catch me being absolutely amazed THAT’S SO AWESOME OMG!!! I love horses to my dying breath, I really hope you come back into my inbox just to like chat with me because I wanna know so much! What’s your horses name? What do they look like? What breed are they? There’s so much, I hope you indulge me! And I mean... you sound like such an amazing person low-key, can we be like, friends??

Alright, tangent aside, I’ll get to the matchup. You didn’t say if you liked guys or girls so I just went with a guy, but if you’re into girls, tell me and I’ll totally fix it!

Okay, so, I give you... SUNSHINE BOI MIRIO

- Great googily moogily, you’re an excitable pair!

- He loves how much fun you are and how fast you make friends, because straight up he’s the same.

- He’s immediately drawn in by your fun personality and literally, within the span of five minutes the Big Three just became your newest friends.

- And the fact that you’re dorky? Basically seals the deal because anyone who’s as dorky as he is, is definitely gonna be with him for the long run!

- There will be times where he’ll just make a random silly face to make you laugh and smile because he loves when you do so.

- Bonus points if you make a silly face back at him.

- This will continue until it’s a full on war and it ends with both of you laughing your heads off at how ridiculous you both look.

- Honestly, it’s only within a few months of your friendship he realizes “Holy cow, I’m super in love” and asks you out.

- Nejire and Tamaki completely support it, with Nejire always asking the two of you questions about your relationship. She can’t help it, she thinks you’re both super cute together and she’s naturally a nosey person.

- Absolutely gets the protectiveness over friends and stuff because he’s the same way, he’ll definitely defend you. But, not in the “I’m imposing and angry” way, more in a “Yo dude, that was uncalled for, don’t be a jerk. Sunshine, are you okay?” Because he cares more about your feelings than the idiot who was being rude in the first place.

- Also, the second you open up to him about your bullying problem, his heart is shattered and he’s pulling you into a hug. He’ll whisper comforting things and that he’ll never let those people harm you again, those people are wrong and didn’t deserve to treat you the way they did, and that you are so very strong for getting through it, he’s so proud of you.

- On another note, please please please indulge this boi in your activities! He loves to see your drawings. The music you create? Awe inspiring to him. Your writing? Loves it, he’ll ask question after question about the plot and characters and overall writing of it all.

- Though, he is a city boy, so he doesn’t always understand your love for horses. But then you take him to see yours and he sees the bond and love and it takes everything in him not to break his jaw from smiling from how soft and at peace with the world you look with your horse.

- Always brings carrots for whenever you visit your horse, as well as scratches behind their ears. (While I don’t own a horse, I do ride them, and the one I ride absolutely loves scratches behind the ears)

- Overall, you’re a happy, excitable and fun couple, it’s so cute. You’re both so cute

Hope you enjoyed~!

[vagrantblvrd]

Okay, but. Seeing as AH put out a new Thief Simulator video?

A different Thief Simulator AU with Thief Ryan, his little brother Trevor and this Jeremy kid they pick up somewhere along the way?

Because reasons.

Half-brother AU where their parents are killed in an accident and they’re about to be separated and that’s just a big hell no. (Their relatives want to split them up - there’s this major divide between their paternal/maternal relatives and each side gets one of them Because Plot Reasons.)

Or maybe they just have shitty parents.

OR foster brother AU where they’re placed in a shitty home together and ~bond, because dorks.

Whichever one it is, Ryan realizes he has to get Trevor and himself out of that situation (Because Plot Reasons) and he’s got this sad savings stash, right?

Grabs that and Trevor and gets as far away from their living situation as they can on his savings, which happens to be Los Santos.

They have enough money for a crappy motel room or something for a few days/week, but after that they’re flat broke.

Ryan can’t get a legit job because paperwork/IDs and all that, and look, okay, look.

They’re both idiot kids and maybe Ryan saw things coming long before he took Trevor and ran. Maybe he gave up his pipe dreams of theater and Vinewood because some things (people) are more important than that. (And anyway, he wasn’t that good, according to the shitty parents/foster parents/whoever.)

SO.

He did a few...less than legal things where they used to live, unsavory things that paid well enough. More than some part-time job at a fast food joint anyway.

Enough to get him and Trevor half-way across the country in a city where people who don’t want to be found won’t be. Enough to pay for a place to live until he finds something better here, so. (You do what you got to do and all that.)

Trevor knows Something Is Up (beyond the obvious, because he’s not that dumb, even for a kid) but all Ryan will tell him is that a buddy got him a gig out here, right?

Things will be tight until Ryan gets paid, so just hold on until then.

And then Ryan goes out and Thieves, while Trevor is left to his own devices.

Ryan sets him up at some community center or some such. Something with enough scienc-y shit to keep him occupied enough he won’t think to ask too many questions about what kind of work Ryan’s doing and so on.

Trevor is Not Fooled, but ooh, hey, is that a model rocket kit???? (And so on.)

Ryan breathes a little easier knowing Trevor’s safe(ish) because the community center is the right kind of sketchy.

(They know Something Is Up with Ryan and Trevor, but whatever trouble those kids are in, it’s not anything on Ryan’s end. Trevor’s a smart kid, no way in hell would he adore his brother the way he does if he was a bad guy, and there’s something too familiar about how twitchy Ryan is when it comes to looking after Trevor, so. Safe-ish.)

One day Trevor wanders away from the science-y shit to the gym area.

No one’s supposed to be down there this time of day without someone to supervise, but he’s stumped on something or frustrated with Ryan’s vague non-answers and needs some time to think. Not about to throw himself at the exercise equipment and so on down there, you know?

Just. Thinking room, right?

Only someone’s already there.

Short kid, maybe around Trevor’s age - he’s short, it’s dark with most of the lights off and it’s hard to tell.

This kid is pounding away at the punching bag or using the gymnastics equipment like he’s trying to tire himself out. (Demons of his own, or who even knows.)

Trevor is like “Oops, so sorry, I’ll just get out of your way, sorry again,” but the kid is like,

“Get out of here!”

Which -

“Pardon me?”

Trevor should leave, but the kid’s just being rude and it’s uncalled for and honestly, who the hell does he think he is?

And the kid, it’s like a reflex. Not really thinking about what he’s saying, but he says it anyway because it works on most people. Has them heading the other way without more of a fuss, but this tall lanky asshole just gets this bitch-face.

And that’s how Trevor and Jeremy meet, and Trevor may or may not give as good as he gets when Jeremy sasses him, right? Tries to get him to get out of the gym so Jeremy can work off his anger/frustration, but Trevor is Not Having It.

Somehow, Jeremy finds himself showing Trevor how to box, or walking him through basic gymnastic...things. (Warm-ups/super basic routines, idk, something if we’re going the gymnastics route.)

Ryan finds them like that when he comes to get Trevor, one of the community center’s employees/volunteers with him because they thought they lost Trevor and oh shit, that’s a Problem. isn’t it?

And oh, oh, oh, if it’s the boxing/fighting route they walk in on Trevor punching Jeremy in the face by accident, right?

Trevor focused on throwing a punch the correct way, and Jeremy looking over when he hears the gym doors open, and it all ends in Jeremy getting punched in the face, okay?

Trevor’s aborted ‘woo-hoo!’ when he realizes oh shit, I punched Jeremy, oh shit he’s bleeding?

“Why are bleeding you ass you said you knew what you were doing!!! RYAN HELP.”

Ryan and the employee/volunteer rushing over because Jeremy’s a sweet kid but he’s a loner - got all this anger to him and pushes people away - and they think Trevor and Jeremy are fighting and it’s a mess -

Up until they realize Jeremy’s laughing.

Nose gushing blood with Trevor fluttering over him all genuine concern and terror and these two Adults (semi-adult in Ryan, but close enough) rushing over and it’s so ridiculous? (Because he’s a little confused by Trevor still, okay. Thinks he could like him but mostly ??? because Trevor is Odd.)

And now Jeremy’s going to get into trouble - doesn’t matter if he and Trevor were getting along or anything, he knows what this has to look like.

Jeremy’s a Trouble Kid and the guy he doesn’t recognize (Trevor’s brother?) looks pissed. (Worried.)

The employee/volunteer looks annoyed - no one’s supposed to down here, let alone fighting - and he knows how it looks, so yeah.

But then Trevor’s babbling about breaking Jeremy’s nose and “Ryan, Ryan, I didn’t mean to and oh, God, I broke his nose. Who does that, Ryan? A bad friend, that’s who.“

This “Ryan” stops short, blinks at Trevor who is still babbling and then at Jeremy and -

“Well, I mean,” Ryan says, looking at Jeremy who’s trying to stop the bleeding while the community center employee/volunteer veers off to get paper towels or whatever now they know Trevor and Jeremy aren’t trying to kill one another. “Doesn’t look like you drove the bone into his brain, so that’s good?”

What the actual fuck.

Ryan gives them this tentative little grin, because Jeremy’s mind is off the pain - no seriously, what the actual fuck - and Trevor is just ??? and !!! at Ryan and the thought he could have killed Jeremy???

“Okay, no, no,” Jeremy says, voice all weird because nose and bleeding and ow. “That’s a myth. You can’t actually kill someone that way. Please stop thinking you almost killed me Trevor, omg, no.”

(Jeremy knows this because little kids and fascination with morbid shit. His boxing instructor/whatever he had before his life turned to shit was a Good Person who was fast to quash that one before his students broke each other’s noses trying to see if said myth was true, jfc what is wrong with these little monsters???)

And Ryan, okay.

Supposed Responsible Adult Ryan looks almost disappointed by that news.

Which.

Again, what the actual fuck.

And that’s how Jeremy meets Ryan.

And then!

Guilty!Trevor insists he and Ryan stay with Jeremy until his guardians or whoever pick him up even though Jeremy is trying to get them to NOT do the thing?

But they do.

(Ryan is suspicious as to why Jeremy’s so insistent they not bother - has a Bad Feeling about it because he’s very much Not Concerned at Trevor and Ryan meeting his Guardians, you know? The way Ryan is whenever anyone asks about parents and the whatnot.)

They wait and wait and wait, but no one comes to get Jeremy and eventually he’s like, well shit.

The buses stopped running a while ago and it’s a hell of a long walk (through Bad Neighborhoods) to get home and goddammit.

“Hey,” Ryan says, because Trevor is giving him The Eyes, all Concerned about his new friend and Ryan is likewise Concerned, but also trying to be Cold-hearted, Totally Not His Problem. “We’re not that far away from where the two of us are staying.”

Just an observation, definitely not an offer or anything.

Same goes for this all-night diner next to the motel, and the food he gets for them. (Accidentally orders the wrong thing, but tells the waitress not to worry, but could he also get this other order too? Slides the “mistake order” to Trevor - he’s a growing kid, gotta eat and all that, and if he splits the extra food with Jeremy none of his business.)

By the time they get to the motel it’s too late for someone Jeremy’s age to be walking around at night alone, so he can share with Trevor and Ryan’s got work in the morning, so just keep quiet, okay?

(If they happen to stop by the diner again in the morning on the way to the community center and Ryan orders too much food he foists off on the others, well. They’re new to town, how is he supposed to know how big the portions are at this particular diner??? Don’t waste the food, brats.)

And then Jeremy just kind of gets lumped in with Trevor when it comes to people Ryan will protect to the death and all that and so on and so forth.

Problem is, as Trevor and Jeremy become better friends it means trouble for Ryan.

First in the shenanigans they get into together, and then when Trevor mentions one of Ryan’s bosses - he has a lot of part-time jobs or some such, whatever it is Ryan tells Trevor - and one day he mentions a name Jeremy knows.

Has Jeremy being all oh no because it means Ryan is up to Shady Shit and Trevor doesn’t know. (For certain.)

Can’t keep it to himself for forever - Trevor picks up on it faster than anyone would like - and they confront Ryan.

Trevor angry and betrayed - not that Ryan’s doing illegal shit, that he’s...kind of okay with, just. More that Ryan didn’t trust him with the truth when Trevor’s the reason they’re in Los Santos at all.

(He’s not, at least the whole reason, but Ryan couldn’t leave Trevor behind knowing what he’d leave him to, and anyway, he could have done this better. Gotten Trevor somewhere he’d thrive, get to live his life the way he’s supposed to but he fucked up and now everything’s fucked and just. Fuck.)

Poor Jeremy is nervous and scared - Trevor and Ryan gave him his first real safe-ish space he’s had in a while and he fucked that up - because hey, way to go, Dooley.

There’s a lot of blame and recriminations being thrown around - misunderstanding and the like - and Angst until someone is like wait, wait.

Because Trevor, no, this isn’t your fault. And Ryan, no, Trevor doesn’t hate you. And Jeremy, no, no one’s mad at you.

Lots of Talking and Listening and Feels and then like.

“Okay, no. I’m taking you two with me to work, for fuck’s sake.”

Because Ryan is out Thieving and dear God, no, Trevor and Jeremy are too young for that. (He wants them to go to school and better themselves and like hell is he getting involved in his shit.)

But you know, stubborn assholes.

So.

Compromise???

When he has spare money he rigs up a comms for them - something like that anyway - where they can listen in and backseat Thieve with him while he’s out working. (Something he upgrades as he gets better at his job and can afford better equipment.)

In return Trevor and Jeremy do the School Thing, but mostly to appease Ryan and learn things to help Ryan get better/one day help him out.

Because Plot Reasons.

Everyone kind of knows what’s going on - Ryan’s not that stupid but at least they’re not in the thick of things (yet) and maybe he can go back to a legit job some day? (???)

And then!

And then they find out Ryan’s met Other Thieves. This Gavin prick and his friend Meg and Michael’s out there too and idk, just. People who give Ryan shit and kind of coo over how adorable he is when it comes to his little brother and his asshole friend. (Also, they watch Ryan’s back and the like, helped him get out of scrapes here and there and vice versa.)

Also, also, how hard it was getting him to admit to having a little brother, that’s how closemouthed he was about it. (How serious he is about keeping Trevor, and then Jeremy safe.)

And when Jeremy’s shitty guardians enter the picture it’s thanks to Gavin and the others that things don’t turn into a shitshow - Ryan’s great, okay. Protective as hell but he’s still new to the city, doesn’t know the people they do or have the favors they can call in, and anyway, anyway.

They get Jeremy out of his living situation and with Trevor and Ryan and a decent place to live and everyone’s better off than they started.

Maybe Ryan continues with his life of crime with Trevor and Jeremy following along behind, or maybe not, idk which I like better?

But everyone gets the happily ever after they deserve whichever way things go for them.

...and then, of course, at some point Matt happens.

Either Trevor and Jeremy find him somewhere along the line, or Ryan stumbles over him in one of the houses he burgles.

This kid who is like “Oh, hey. A burglar. Cool.” and does absolutely nothing to protect himself. Doesn’t even run to safety, what the fuck Matt? What if Ryan had a gun?

What if he was one of those assholes who didn’t care who they hurt? You stupid asshole.

And he brings Matt home - look, idk, it happens at some point, okay. Maybe Ryan keeps “burgling” Matt’s place to check up on him and his parents are never home? (Rich assholes off on business trips and the whatnot too busy/self-absorbed to bother with their kid. Maybe they’re legit, maybe they’re involved in one of the crews around town, who knows.)

Ryan fucking steals him too, along with the routers and alarm clocks and busts and drops him on Trevor and Jeremy and is like, “He’s your problem now.”

The two of them are Rightfully Concerned because RYAN, NO but then they get Matt’s story out of him and are like okay, no. Never mind, RYAN, YES and that’s how Trevor and Jeremy get their Myatt.

ALSOALSOALSO: Imagine the romcom matchmaker shenanigans the Stream Team get into RE Ryan and his ~coworkers, okay.

Ryan being like, NO STOP OMG NO while they try to set him up with Gavin, or Gavin and Meg, or whoever else.

The misunderstandings in which they try to set him up with someone he’s actually NOT interested in in a romantic way - and vice versa on said person’s part - but goddamn does said person think it’s hilarious when they find out what’s been going on.

(The way Ryan kind of hates to say worked when he does get together with whoever he does like in a romantic way knowing the Stream Team will never let him live it down.)

...not to mention the way “Stream Team” works really well for what Trevor, Jeremy, and Matt call themselves while they Backseat Thieve!Ryan via coms/~magical tech? (lololol /o\)

And like.

Everyone’s in here at some point, like.

OMG.

Cop/fed Fredo and his kid sister/whatever Fiona who befriends the Stream Team and the shenanigans from that because hey, Ryan’s kind of on the Most Wanted List as this Infamous Cat Burglar and Fredo’s part of a task force to bring him in and lolol Fiona figures everything out and pretends not to know anything just to fuck with them.

Fredo also figures shit out and is like.

DENY EVERYTHING. (And omgomgomg, he and Ryan have a thing??? IDK, I’m all over the place with this but I am dying at the potential for the whole ~star-crossed romance bs, I kid you not. /o\)

[madamebaggio]

“OMG! Gimme a piece of that.”

Sansa Stark opened her eyes just to see who Margaery was talking about. It wasn’t even hard to figure it out. There was this boy… No, definitely a man. He was coming out of the sea, swimming trunk riding dangerously low on his hips.

“Now that’s a delicious example of a bad boy.” Margaery commented, once she noticed Sansa was looking at him as well. “I’d let him do very bad things to me.”

Sansa rolled her eyes at her friend, but her eyes were glued on him. He did look like a bad boy; all ripped with muscles and covered in tattoos. He had a beard and longish blonde hair, and walked with so much confidence he only looked hotter.

“Not bad.” Sansa commented.

“Oh come on.” Margaery took her sunglasses off and turned to look at Sansa. “Even you have to admit he looks delicious.”

“Even me?” Sansa asked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You like them preppy.” Margaery made a dismissive gesture with her hand.

“Well, the ones like that don’t settle down.” Sansa indicated the bad boy with her head.

“Why? Because dear old Harry will?” Margaery challenged.

Sansa pursed her lips, but didn’t answer. Margaery sighed. “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”

“It’s not like you’re lying.” Sansa grumbled.

“Yes, maybe.” Margaery stretched her hand to touch Sansa’s. “There’s still no need to be a bitch about it.”

Sansa gave her friend a small smile.

They both turned to get one last look at the man as he’d reached a group of people -likely his friends. There were two women and four men. Margaery’s bad boy shook his hair, spraying the women with water. they complained, before one of them passed him a bottle of water.

“Apparently he already has a fan club.” Sansa commented dryly.

XxX

This day was supposed to be perfect, it was supposed to be about enjoying the beach with her boyfriend and their friends, drinking some fresh drinks and relaxing.

Sansa had been hopeful, but by now she should’ve known better. Harry was the perfect boyfriend when they were alone, but as soon as his friends came around, he became someone else. He made rude comments, flirted with other women -even when Sansa was right there -and made backhanded comments about her.

Sansa should feel ashamed of putting up with that, but when they were alone, Harry was attentive, romantic and even sweet. This had to count for something, right?

Right?

However, by the end of the afternoon, she was dead tired of watching her boyfriend act like a frat boy. Something that was even more ridiculous when he was almost 30.

Margaery was talking to some guy she’d met, so Sansa left the bar and went to walk by the sea. Harry didn’t even see her leaving.

She went close to the water, enough to feel the waves kissing her feet every time they came back. The sun was setting in the horizon, and most people had left already or were getting ready to. The beach was much quieter, she mused as she walked.

She’d been walking for ten minutes when she saw Margaery’s bad boy again. He was running in her direction, still shirtless.

Sansa was ready to go around him, but he started slowing down and coming straight at her, until he stopped right in front of her. “Hello there.”

Sansa was a bit wary, but she was a polite girl, so she couldn’t leave him without an answer. “Hello.”

He had the biggest smile on his face and was a little winded, but he had the looks of a man who knew how good-looking he was.

“Should you be here all alone, Red?” He asked her, a grin on his face.

Sansa arched a brow. Oh yeah, he was just like she’d predicted he’d be. “I’m not alone. My boyfriend is here.”

He made a show of looking around. “Is he invisible?” He stage whispered to her.

She snorted. “He’s back at the bar.” Why the hell was she explaining herself to him?

He arched a brow. “The wanker has you as a girlfriend and he let you all alone to walk on the beach?”

Wait, what the hell? Sure, Harry wasn’t the best boyfriend ever, but she didn’t even know this person. Why did he think he could give his opinion on her life?

She crossed her arms. “Maybe I wanted to be alone.” She snapped at him.

Her tone must’ve made him realize he’d overstepped, because he put his hands up in surrender. “Maybe it’s true.” He conceded. “But if he was good for you, would you want to be alone like this?”

That gave her pause. The problem was… It was the truth, wasn’t it? She should want to be with him, but she didn’t. She felt better alone.

However, it was none of his business. “Is this the part where you tell me you’d be better than him?” She asked dryly.

“Me?” He batted his eyelashes at her. “I’d never say something like this for a lady that already has a gentleman.”

Sansa rolled her eyes. “Right.”

She started moving and he did as well, passing her, but she should’ve known he’d want the last word.

“But just in case you’re wondering…” His smirk was a work of art, as he walked backwards to keep looking at her. “I’d be so much better.”

Sansa just scoffed and let go. Why should she care about his opinion anyway?

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

Notes: I can only picture modern day Arthur as a tattoed dude. I have a weak spot for men with tattoos.

Just a short something.

[onlovestreetwithjimmorrison]

The Doors - Thanksgiving - 2018 story

The Doors - Thanksgiving - 2018 story

It was 1pm the day before Thanksgiving. Three of The Doors had just returned to the studio after a well-deserved lunch break. They walked into the studio and saw Jim wearing his sunglasses and sitting next to a round contraption that sounded like it was boiling. Ray said, “What the hell is this Jim?” Jim responded, “Duh its a deep fryer for a turkey. That's why its so tall.” Robby screeched, “You're deep frying a turkey in the studio? Next to my guitar?” Ray said, “Jim how you can safely deep fry a turkey your right wrist is still in a cast and in a sling.” Jim shrugged his shoulders and scratched his beard as he said, “You people never trust me. Its fine.”

Robby pointed to a fried round disc on the couch next to Ray's keyboards and said, “What the fuck is that?” Jim ran his left hand through his shoulder length brown hair and said, “Oh that's one of our gold records. I had to test this thing out and make sure it wasn't going to burn the turkey.” Ray said, “So you thought it was OK to fry one of our gold records?” Jim said, “Actually its mine. You clowns don't contribute enough to earn a gold record.” Ray shook his head, “What happened to you, Jim? When they put those pins in your wrist because it wasn't healing right it seems like you became even crazier than usual.”

Robby then pointed to a pink and white plastic rectangle plugged in, in the corner, “What the fuck is that?” Jim walked over to it and said, “Its my Easy Bake Oven, dumbass.” Ray shook his head and said, “I'm probably going to regret this, but why do you have an Easy Bake Oven, Jim?” Robby nodded, “Yes Jim. Do tell us why the hell you have an Easy Bake Oven.” Jim rolled his eyes, looked at Robby and said, “Because I live in a motel room, dickwad.  Its the only way I can cook. I am making dessert in there. Brownies. They should come out nicely since I'm not cooking in the dark like I usually do.” Ray said, “Why do you cook in the dark with that?” Jim sighed, “Because it cooks the food with the heat from a light bulb so in order for me to cook with it I have to take the bulb out of the lamp and then its dark in my room.” Robby stood there with his mouth open, “OMG your stupidity kills me. Rash-boy over there is smarter than you!” John looked up from scratching his legs.

Jim threw a box of rice at Robby and said, “Here, go cook this. The sink in the bathroom has hot water.” Robby laughed, “You want me to cook rice in a bathroom sink with hot water? Don't you have like a pan or something and we can use that damn hotplate that keeps short-circuiting? Jim glared at Robby, “I live in a motel room. Where the hell would I have a pan? And why would I need one?” Robby ripped open the box of rice and dumped it over Jim's head, “There. Now that the rice is all greasy from your nasty hair maybe we can fry it!”Jim shook his head and dry rice went flying, “I do not have greasy hair. That was uncalled for. Now I have rice down my shirt. Fuck you!”

Sensing the growing tension in the room Ray said, “How about we all go around and say what we are thankful for.” Jim nodded, “I'll start. I am grateful that I am the only one in the band that has any talent. I am grateful I am not a talent-less clown like the rest of you. I am grateful that girls want me, my mind and my body.”  John began moaning and scratching his body. Ray groaned, “Why do you always have to ruin it, Jim?” Jim glared at him, “OK then what are you thankful for?” Ray looked at John and said, “I'm thankful John's rash hasn't killed him yet.” Robby and Jim were both rolling around on the floor laughing. Ray looked at them, “Its not that funny. Why are you two acting like this John is our friend and our bandmate.” Jim snorted, “He ain't my friend and he sure as hell isn't someone I care about. Besides, it was funny when you said you were thankful he hadn't died from his rash. Geeze that's going to be some bad publicity for us when he does die from that rash. We'll be the only band to have a member die from a fucking rash. Guess we should start auditioning new drummers. Its only a matter of time until he dies or whatever.” Ray glared at Jim.

John looked at Jim, “Why do you have to be this way. You know I have a condition and you make it worse by saying shit like that.” Jim grinned, “I am thankful that tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I don't have to be around you clowns. I can spend all day in my motel room and maybe in the evening head on over to Burger King and get my two whoppers, and a malt.” Robby rolled his eyes, “OMG you would go to Burger King on a holiday. What the hell is wrong with you?” Jim responded, “We've been over this before. You are jealous of me because they know me on a first name basis there. You clowns are just three random customers.”

Ray looked at Jim, “Stop calling us clowns.” Jim shrugged his shoulders, “I call it like I see it.” Robby yelled, “We're not the ones cooking with a damn Easy Bake Oven!” Jim said, “You are jealous as hell because no matter what I am cooler than you. You are nothing without me. If it wasn't for me this band would still be in Ray's parent's garage! You all ought to be thankful for me because I made this band something. I am the reason this band is so successful.”

Ray stood up, “Come on Robby and John. Let's leave this self-centered asshole. We're done for the day. We'll continue recording next week. I think we all need a break from Jim.” Jim glared at Ray, “No deep fried turkey for you.” Robby said, “How the hell did you even get the turkey in there? Your right wrist has pins in it and is in a cast and a sling. How are you getting the turkey out?” Jim said, “None of your business. This isn't for you. None of you are showing me any gratitude for cooking this dinner so its all for me now.” Robby rolled his eyes, “As if you aren't fat enough as it is. By the time this holiday season is over you're going to be the size of a house.” Ray and John chuckled.

Jim walked over to Robby, “I am not fat. I look good and the girls still want me. You are so jealous of me that you resort to calling me fat. So I put on a few pounds. I'm still not fat or overweight. Grow up.”  Robby said, “This is ridiculous. I am not going to argue with a man who cooks with an Easy Bake Oven in a motel room and who is deep frying a turkey in a recording studio. This tops your Halloween stunt of trick or treating in the studio.” Jim said, “Whatever. Halloween was fun until I fell and broke my wrist. I haven't been able to write any poetry or anything because I can't write with my left hand, its not legible.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~10pm that evening~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The Doors had just finished the Thanksgiving meal that Jim had spent all day cooking and that they had made fun of. Ray said, “Jim that turkey was really good.” Robby nodded. John just continued scratching his rash. Jim then walked over to his Easy Bake Oven and brought over the four brownies he had made for dessert. They turned out better than when he cooked in his motel room because he wasn't cooking in the dark. Jim smiled as everyone ate their brownie and he could tell that they really liked the brownie.

Dinner was over and it was time to break the wishbone from the turkey. It was deiced Jim and ray would break it. Jim smiled as he broke his part of the wishbone. He ended up with the part that meant he could make a wish. Jim closed his eyes and silently made his wish: I wish my wrist would heal. It hurts so bad and I miss not being able to write. I wish people would respect me and stop making fun of me. I have feelings but no one seems to realize that and so I'm always on the defensive because no one respects me. I wish to be loved and respected.

The End.

This is Jim sitting in front of his turkey deep fryer.

[x0401x]

Did you watch OVA? What are your thoughts? Have you finished reading Violet's Gaiden? Has Gilvi become real or was it only implicit? if you can not or do not want to spoiler I understand but I'm curious and had to try XD thank you for your work in translation

I have. I hope I don’t seem condescending to the people who enjoyed it, but…

Man, that sucked big time.

I have many thoughts and none of them are good, tbh. I think that the two things that pissed me off the most were the OOC portrayal of Violet (as always) and Benedict flirting with Erica for no reason. KyoAni seems dead-set on making it seem like they’re a ship and that Hodgins is dating Cattleya just so they can pass him off as straight, lmao. It’s so petty and ridiculous that I can’t even bring myself to comment much on it.

But anyways, back to the general view, every time I watch an episode of this shit-ass adaptation, I get a stronger feeling that the director has absolutely no idea what writing is really about. Or Auto-Memories Dolls, for that matter. Like, everything is just so out of place.

I mean, Irma wanted Violet to write a letter that would inspire her to create the lyrics of a song, and Violet ends up finding out about the true nature of the request and instead writes the lyrics herself. That’s already weird, because Violet’s actions are completely uncalled-for and, in the end, she didn’t do what she was paid to.

Another weird thing is that the anime keeps trying to enforce the unjustifiably dumb idea that ghostwriters are supposed to guess what their client is thinking, even without them saying anything. When Irma asks Violet to come up with the contents of the letter by herself, Violet tries to do everything without consulting her about more information on what she wants. Irma already had two OCs in mind, whose motifs were clearly herself and her lover, and Violet could have asked her if she had a setting in her head for them (like how their personalities are, how they met, how their story unfolded, etc), which would have definitely helped her out in writing the letter. But for some reason I have yet to grasp, Violet doesn’t do any of that, instead coming up with several samples of mindless rambling that would obviously be rejected each time. This was literally so stupid that I’m still trying to understand how anyone would think of it as a good idea.

Ishidate Taichi seems to believe that Violet needs to learn about feelings in order to gain inspiration for writing. That’s equivocate. One doesn’t necessarily have to fully understand someone’s feelings for the sake of piecing words together or for said words to have an effect on someone. This is basically what chapter 1 of the Gaiden is about. Violet can be pretentious when it comes to her job, as long as she’s able to fulfill her duty. Anyone can. But Ishidate probably thinks she has to learn a lesson in order to write. Either that or he’s trying to make up for the fact that Violet didn’t receive proper education in the anime because he made her treat Tiffany like shit and stripped Hodgins of his position as substitute guardian.

In any case, the way he attempted to make Violet gain inspiration was… pretty damn weak. She read other people’s letters. Wow. Like no book she ever read out there would have offered better material than letters written by civillians in a world were average people are either iliterate or don’t write well. That, paired with the lyrics suggestions from her co-workers (whom apparently had enough free time to sit with her and write samples of their own), which had little to no connection with the final product. Because that’s not fucking contradictory at all.

My other beefs are, of course, Violet doing creepy shit like standing on a corner of the room because she’s on a slump or running around town after her client, who clearly wants her not to follow, because it’s “part of her mission”. Like, omg. Can it get more embarrassing than that???

As for the Gaiden, no. I normally read as I translate. And I’m just at the edge of my seat as y’all are, so I won’t dare to read the last chapter before I read the others. That’s not even a matter of spoiling it, I just don’t wanna have a heart attack yet.

You’re very welcome, Anon.

[whokenobi]

OMG thank you for not jumping on the 'she's a baiting thirsty bitch' train. I'm losing my mind that people are starting this again. Why do all these normal adult women turn into 12 year old jealous girls? A woman living her life who dares to not hide that Seb is spending time with her? I don't think I can deal this irrational uncalled for hating on someone.

They are going to hate every person he’s with because it’s not them and it breaks their mental fanfic narrative they have going. They can claim they won’t, but they really will. They’ll hate watch her stories so they can complain about something. It’ll be ridiculous forever.

[austennerdita2533]

OMG the season 7 finale!!! I can’t believe Alex did that to Meredith. I know what she did is wrong but I can’t help feeling bad for her. It’s fiction, I can root for the flawed characters lol. I see where she’s coming from, and I see where Derek’s coming from, but his comment about her being a bad mother ripped my heart right out. Poor Mer!

God, and then they got Zola and he’s nowhere to be found? Ouch. Really hurting for Meredith here.

And don’t even get me started on cristina and Owen! I can’t believe he kicked her out of her house, he was unwilling to listen to anything she said and she’s said from the start she doesn’t want kids, I’m just really hurting for our twisted sisters right now.

HOW did you survive these endings in real time, omg!it’s hard enough to wait until I have a free hour to watch the next episode, lol. I know it’s been ages but what were your thoughts on this episode? And the plane crash? Heartbreaking!

Alex spilling the beans about Meredith and the clinical trial is SUCH a betrayal, right? I mean, granted, what she was doing was wrong but she was also trying to help Adele for Webber. Basically she was screwed no matter what choice she made. I understand Alex doing what he did, I do, but I hate that he says she's a bad mother. So uncalled for! That's Alex, though. He has a history of delivering low blow comments. :/ Ultimately, he probably does the right thing by telling the others that she's compromised the clinical trial but he didn't have to say those other hurtful things. He's such a flawed dude, but I love him haha.

Isn't Zola absolutely precious? I love that whole adoption storyline. :)

Cristina and Owen are so frustrating!!! They don't communicate well at all and have a lot of toxic qualities to their dynamic. It's ridiculous he kicks her out of the house because she doesn't want kids. She'd been upfront about that since the beginning! You can't force someone to want what you want. He sort of tries to manipulate her into compromising what she wants and I didn't like that. At all. I have a lot of problems with those two as a couple/ship. Their relationship is just--so dysfunctional.

Haha I don't know how I survived the finales in real time tbh. I feel like I spent the summers in-between spinning any and all possible future scenarios in my brain. The show was good about delivering torturous cliffhangers for many seasons, let me tell you!

[ohstardust]

Baby, Sweat is Guaranteed

REQUEST: from @dreamingincastles Omg can you do some jack smut?! LIKE you're visiting Scotland in Jack's hometown and you go out with his mates with him and they're all chatting you up and saying how Jack outdid himself and then jack gets so angsty and he just takes you home and wants to have his way with you? I just love him 😂" A/N: I’m sorry this took me so long. Inspiration finally struck last night and it got finished! Sorry to @wardley10 for slowly killing her and thanks for letting me throw my ideas at you. <3 I’m SO nervous to post this, please be kind, or just tell me if it’s terrible. Feedback is welcome either way. I’m going to go and hide now. xo Title: Animal by The Cab My Jack playlist can be found on Spotify (x) I couldn’t have written this without this playlist (x)

It had taken all of two hours for Y/N to fall in love with her boyfriend’s hometown, four times as long as it had taken to fall in love with the man himself. Oxton was beautiful, tranquil and the kind of rural haven that she figured her mind would constantly wander back to when she wanted to escape the hectic city life. Despite their relationship spanning ten months already, they’d yet to take a trip north to visit the place that Jack had been raised, but Y/N & Jack were insistent they make time somewhere in the midst of their busy schedules.

Jack had booked them into the Carfraemill Hotel which would provide a perfect setting for the evening in the bar with his friends who she was also yet to meet. With so few pubs within a varied mile distance, he figured it killed two birds with one stone. “Are you still nervous, darlin’?” Jack asked as he fastened the clasp on his girlfriend’s necklace, her hair held up by her hand as he assisted her. He pressed a tender kiss to the base of her neck and breathed in her perfume. “Yeah, I’m still so nervous that people are thinking I’m punching above my weight with you. Is that silly?” She let her hair down and turned to face her lover, worrying her lip between her teeth. “Absolutely insane, it’s me who aimed high. But you’re not silly. They’re gonna love you, they have every reason to,” Jack pressed his lips against hers before pulling back and resting his forehead against hers and giving her an earnest yet cheeky, dimpled smile that made her stomach flutter, “ ‘sides, I love you.” Y/N’s eyes slipped shut and she smiled against his lips, “I love you too.”

It took ten minutes for her realise that she would get along just fine with Jack’s friends. With the same humour as him, the crazy Scottish charm and the fact they were already on their second drink, she knew she needn’t have worried. Within the next hour she found herself surprised by the amount of people that were in the bar, not expecting it to fill up in a village as small as it was but it eased her a little and made her feel more comfortable with her busy surroundings. The guys had been filling Jack in with what had been happening since he last spoke to them and Jack & Y/N were filling them in with what had been happening in their lives, the excitement still so evident when they talked about their life they were building together. Just as one of the guys were starting on a tale about Jack’s teen years, he groaned and stood up to grab another round in, “Don’t believe a word they say babe, it’s all a load of shit.” The other men laughed and shook their heads, “Yeah, he wishes it were.” “So when he was fifteen, we all dared him to go bollock naked…” Y/N was weak with the stories she was hearing as the night passed by, falling more in love with the man as he heard the stupid, and endearing tales of a life before her. She raised her head and caught Jack at the bar for the second time that evening, a tray of shots being poured out that she absolutely knew they both would regret in the morning. “Can’t believe Lowden managed to snatch you up, Jesus.” The taller brunette looked over at her and shook his head, grinning into his pint of beer. “And why’s that then?” She tried playing coy but she was half confused all the same, not quite understanding why it was so hard to believe. The slightly shorter man beside him chimed in to clarify the point a moment later, “What he means is that yer bloody gorgeous and that muppet over there’s really outdone himself this time.” The woman turned her head just as Jack was setting the tray on the table, his jaw hardened alerting her that he’d at least heard part of the conversation. She snatched one of the shots off the table and threw it back without waiting for anyone, she started to feel uneasy at the comments, wasn’t that a little below the belt to say that to your mate’s girlfriend? “If I’m being quite honest with you, ‘m pretty sure I’m the one who got ridiculously lucky.” Jack’s mouth relaxed a little and he set his hand on her thigh, squeezing it in reassurance and gratitude. His other hand grabbed a shot, sinking in as the others took one to do the same. “Nah, ’m not saying you’re not love, but it was just a shock, that’s all,” Her right hand found her way into his, the one resting on her, and laced their fingers together. “Nice one Lowden, we’re really chuffed f’ye mate.” Jack tried his hardest not to let them get to him, they were his friends after all, he gave them the benefit of the doubt and chalked it up to the alcohol talking. It didn’t stop him from feeling a little self-doubt, but also angry that they’d made him doubt his relationship, the constant source of happiness he currently had. “I’m just popping to the bathroom sweetheart, I’ll just be a sec,” he raised his head to smile at her and she leant down to give him a quick kiss. Whilst she was away he was left to the grins of his friends, the first time he’d been alone with them all evening. “Lads, can you please just…not.” “Not what?” “You know what. Stop trying to wind me up in front of her.” He grumbled, his hand running over his beard and scratching at his chin. “Give over Jacky boy, we’re just teasing you.” Jack was beginning to feel angry again, his patience being tested, “She’s absolutely fit as though, don’t know how you managed that one.” “Really fuckin’ uncalled for mate, maybe if you stopped being such a tosser you’d be in a relationship that lasted longer than three weeks.” He felt a small hand press to his shoulder just as he was about to stand up from his chair. Jack’s head whipped up to face Y/N’s and he took her hand in his, his other one reaching for her bag on the floor, “We’re going.” “Oh Jack, don’t be like that,” One of the guys called out, his hand slapped back down to the table, his eyes unfocused. “I’ve had too much to drink and this is gonna end badly lads, ‘m gonna call it a night. I’ll call you all tomorrow.” And with that, Jack firmly grasped Y/N’s hand and pulled her towards the stairs of the hotel and towards their room. “Are you gonna tell me what that was about?” She asked, letting go of his hand as he pressed the key into the lock. He stayed silent as he pushed the door open, advancing into the room and emptying his pockets onto the small desk running along the foot of their bed, removing his belt and throwing the inevitable supplies they’d need on the bed. She softly shut the door behind her and rested her forehead against the painted wood, letting out a soft sigh, “You know they were just talking shi-“ the end of the sentence came out as a gasp as Jack pressed in close behind her, his lips on her neck and his hands pulled down the front of her top to grasp her breasts. “You’re mine,” His voice was deep and gravelly, his lips pressed to the younger girl’s ear, his tongue licking the outer shell before taking her lobe between his teeth. He released his grip and his lips trailed down her neck to her shoulder, nips and sucks at her skin left in their wake. Y/N’s back arched and her head dropped down to his shoulder, “Yours,” she whimpered, “always yours.” “That’s right, darlin’.” His left hand dipped beneath the fine black lace of her bra and he pinched her nipple causing her to hiss. Jack massaged it with his thumb and index finger, putting pressure on his touch to the point he knew would be pleasurable enough for her without bordering too close to painful. His right hand mimicked the actions on her other breast as his teeth sunk into the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Her back bordered on aching from the arch she had created but she couldn’t help leaning into his touch, too afraid of losing this feeling. Her whines increased, having been on edge all night just from Jack’s jealousy and the way his friends teased, the anticipation had been building inside her body. Her eyes fluttered shut and her right hand heavily rested on his head to keep him sucking marks into her skin, his tongue licking over it ever few seconds to soothe the sting. Seconds later she pulled him off and turned to face him, lips furiously twisting with his and tongues licking over each other, tasting and teasing. Her fingers popped the button on his jeans and reached for the bottom of his button down shirt. Jack pulled back for a second and watched her fingers work over the buttons, breathing laboured and chest rising and falling. She slowly pushed the material off his shoulders, revelling in the sight of his chest and muscular biceps, she grabbed onto them and touched her lips to his throat, the stubble there scratched her chin and nose in a way that made her want to repeat the action. Jack’s hands brushed through her hair, his fingers threading through the strands to pull her back and kiss her, distracting her enough until he could remove the top from her chest, pulling her arms through so he could appreciate her in the lace. The lack of padding left nothing to the imagination, her nipples were erect through the material and Jack couldn’t resist swiping his thumbs over them, the sensation causing her to hiss once more. She unzipped her skirt as his hands remained occupied, the black material pooling at her ankles leaving her stood in just her underwear. Jack quickly noticed the shift in clothing and stepped back a little to drink in her appearance, his tongue slowly wetting his lips, a pleased smirk upturning his lips, “Fuck, your a vision, so pretty.” “Still yours.” He growled again, jealousy somewhat returning and he grabbed her by the ass, pulling her flush against him, “Always mine, no one gets to see you like this but me. No one deserves to see you like this.” Y/N’s hands slipped under the black fabric still on his hips and pushed to relive them from the confines. She knelt to peel them off his toned legs and unhook them from his ankles. The sight was almost too much for Jack to bear, just seeing her kneeling before him in just her underwear had him stiffening more. “Back up here darlin’,” his voice rippled a shiver through her body and she began to rise from the carpeted floor, pressing kisses to both of his thighs as she went, impossibly close to his crotch, “such a tease.” He lifted her small frame and sat her atop the desk, expertly unhooking her bra as he licked into her mouth. He felt addicted to her. She shuffled further forward on the desk, her back lazily rested against the wall. Jack placed his hands either side of her chest and ducked his head to her left breast, his lips painfully sucking on her nipple, her whines becoming increasingly louder. Her nails scratched his scalp and right hand squeezed her right breast. Not once, thus far in their relationship, had he ever treated her in such a way, with this level of desire and want or this possessively. It was screwing with her head in the most incredible way. Her body felt on fire and she’d never felt so alive. “C’mon Jack, need you.” Her voice was broken and she sounded so needy, desperate for more than he was already giving her. His lips pulled off with a final suck and he smirked at her, his right hand cupped her through her underwear, feeling just how hot and needy she was. His palm became slick, and he teased his thumb down the line of her folds, pushing the material in a little to show the outline and watched her thighs clench. “Soon, just let me have my fun for a few minutes.” He pressed a kiss to her stomach and rested his forehead against her skin, his thumb still teasing and making her squirm. Her hips raised and rotated, desperate for him to put more pressure onto her, his touch too light to seek any relief. One look at his face told her that was his intention, he was purposefully working her up. Sick of being teased, she gently pushed him off her and shuffled further forward towards the edge of desk, pulling her boyfriend in by his hips and slotting their groins together. The groan of relief that elicited from him was almost enough to send her over the edge. “Please just take me to bed.” He pulled on her thighs to wrap around him and walked her to the bed, softly letting her fall back onto the mattress. She looked an absolute vision with her hair dishevelled, her body bare except for a very small pair of knickers and her eyes fluttering in anticipation. He was so in love with this woman. Jack was growing tired of teasing, too aroused to draw this out for much longer, he just needs to be on his knees for her, to claim her. His thumbs hooked into the waistband of his underwear and he removed then, Y/N smirking up at him, appreciating the sight of her boyfriend completely naked. All broad and tall and well built, a true beauty. Jack’s hands then pulled on her underwear and she groaned at the cooler air hitting her newly exposed, damp skin. Jack knelt on the bed over her, pressing their groins together again, the pair gasping into each other’s mouths. Their hips pushed and rutted, hot breaths pouring out and chests heaving. Her hands cupped his bare backside and squeezed, his flesh filling her hands and helping her guide him. “Gonna take you apart, princess.” He began pressing kisses down her body and she curled her toes in anticipation, crying out at the sensation of his lips pressing to the most sensitive part of her body, his tongue licking up her heat, collecting her arousal. Her foot came to rest on his back, pushing him down and keeping him in place. One of his hands grasped her hips, her back arching and pushing herself close to him and she cried out as his groans vibrated through her body. “Fuuuuu-uh,” the rest of her sentence was lost in the room, all breathy and gasping. Jack hooked an arm around her leg that bracketed him and pushed it to the side, widening both of her legs to allow him more room to devour her. She reached a hand down to tug on his hair and rotated her groin to chase his tongue. The smirk playing on his lips was too evident to her. His mouth widened over her, sucking and licking, his tongue trailing her right to the edge before repeating it. Y/N’s response spurring him on as she writhed and his mouth closed over her clit and hummed. “Jack pl-ease, close.” His tongue dipped into her and she cried out, his arms strongly holding her thighs apart as they tried to close around his head. The scratch of his beard on her thighs had her tensing, the prickle bordering on painful but had her skin on fire, heightening the sensations and pleasure. She hated, yet loved, how he could play her body so beautifully and how he always payed special attention to her orgasms, so intent on pleasuring her and caring so little about himself in such moments. Jack’s fingers had always mesmerised her and during sex there was no disappointment, all long and slim and curling in ways that had her convulsing within seconds. As soon as he entered her with them, she cried out. “Please, please, please,” she chanted in a broken chorus. “Come,” he commanded. Her rise and fall came a moment later, her whines high and the odd tear leaking from her eyes. If she wasn’t so spent, she’d have come again at the sight of his slick face as he rose from between her legs, that ridiculous smirk still present, his tongue repeatedly swiping over his lips to collect every last drop of her. “They’d never be able to do that like I can,” his lips sought hers as he lay over her body, the taste of her invaded her mouth. Y/N’s leg curled around his hip and held the man to her, impressed with how long he’d lasted with no contact, feeling how erect he was against her core. She grabbed the protection from where he’d flung it onto the pillow and ripped the packet with her teeth, rolling it onto her partner, trying to avoid relieving him before he’d even had chance to finish having his way with her. “As much as I appreciate how you’re reacting, you don’t need to be jealous, I’m yours and you’re mine. Nothing’s changing that.” “I love you.” “And I love you.” Their groans and gasps intermingled as he filled her, slow and steady at first, allowing her to adjust. “C’mon,” she whimpered, “you can go faster.” His hips snapped forward and his need to alleviate the pressure in is groin became too intense. The woman was transfixed by the strain of the veins in his neck and the clench of his biceps bracketing her either side of her neck. His eyes were screwed shut and she hated it, selfishly wanting to see his eyes on her as they came together. “Look at me, love,” his eyelids flickered open, his lips caught between his teeth and he pushed and pushed, gasping and groaning above her. The constant contraction of her engulfing his cock was almost too much to bear for him. Dropping his forehead to hers, he weakly kept his eyes on her, nipping each other’s lips. Their eyes kept dropping to their connecting hips, watching the way they moved in sync so perfectly, yet messily. “Look so good.” “Feel so good,” he grinned, transfixed. “So close.” she guided him once more, her hands grasping his behind and he cried out as he released, her following shortly behind. Their bodies shook, cries escaping their throats, toes curling, teeth colliding as they rode out their high. Y/N & Jack lay side by side, hands clasped and chests heaving. They both wore lazy smiles, so worn out and in love. “I didn’t think you had that in you,” Y/N softly laughed and curled into his chest, his arm wrapped around her and he kissed her hair. “Get me wound up enough and I can be worse,” she hummed in approval and filed that piece of information away for another day. “Guess I’ll just have to find a way to do that then.” He squeezed her tighter and laughed. “You terror, at least wait til mornin’, you’ve worn me out.” Jack kissed her again and curled his body around her, enjoying the comedown before he knew he’d have to move. Just five more minutes to bask in the pleasure and comfort of his girl.

[usergallaghers]

I think Cam and Peyton are the cutest couple don't get me won't but it doesn't seem fair that the shameless fans accept Peyton so damn quickly, but trashed Ruby in every post they ever did. I honestly feel like they broke up because all the abusive she received. But on Cam and pey posts nothing but support, no one ever says anything bad about Layla Noel's wife either, so I'm not sure why Ruby was so dispised. On that note Addison is also hated on for not being Emma.

Omg I have no idea why people are so nasty to any of these girls. They all deserve respect and support. I don’t know why people didn’t like Ruby, it’s really unreasonable the double standards. I think people had trouble separating Emma and Jeremy from Mandy and Lip, which is ridiculous because their relationship was not the same on screen and off, and I don’t understand why people still do that with any actor. These people deserve to be able to have relationships without fans (strangers) sending them hate and making it difficult for them. Ruby’s abuse was uncalled for. I know her and Cam had a lot of public drama, but the hate was really unnecessary.