#(HEY YOU WHY ARE YOU SO STINKING NICE AND COOL)

[rosetintedgunman]

Sparkles ✨! BUT WAIT, IS THAT AN UNO REVERSE CARD?! Wilf encouraged me to send this...like he literally came into my room.

Ash. You already know how much I love your writing and your characters, but I will always remind you and others just how much so. You are such a talented writer and your passion for each individual you write shines through every headcanon, drabble, monologue and art piece. To add to that, you are a lovely, kind, supportive person who cares infinitely about her friends and that is such a wonderful thing. The bottom line is, I love you so much and if I have the opportunity to share that, I always will...even when Wilf is bouncing on my bed as I type this. Wilford Motherloving Warfstache, I swear--❤

@snake-eyes-11

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hEY WAIT NO THAT'S ILLEGAL - ;A;

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I was going to hold onto this a little longer, but the announcement for the H.allowe'en Bash in the parks brought this to the forefront of my mind. BECAUSE! I saw your announcement and my brain was like 'That's totally because of Amy'. It's so natural and normal to me because YOU made it natural and normal.

I know it's cliché and an overused statement... But your O.ogie is the main one for me. I see anything in canon or merch, I think of your boy. It's been... Sheesh, it'll be nine years in just under a week since I set up my original Jack indie blog I swear I'm going back to it once I have more time I swear ;A; and got to meet you. I've had a LOT of time to see you grow and develop, and honestly you've gone from strength to strength. Even when you feel you've hit a point of stagnation, you find a workaround and revitalise yourself once you've had a chance to step back and recover.

Not only that, every single character you have is a joy to interact with. They're so varied and interesting. Every dynamic is so unique and I've never once felt like we were repeating ourselves. You've taken O.ogie and developed him in a way that he can interact with waaaay more characters than he might otherwise have, and I love it! Yes, let's swap out the Mayor with another mayor for a while and see what happens! Let's put the S.anta Clause in place and make Wilf be in charge of Ch.ristmas Town! Let's give O.ogie the most annoying imaginary friend possible!

You embody the joy of crossover RP that I think a lot of people have forgotten over the years. It's supposed to be wacky and absolutely unpredictable, yet makes perfect sense when you stop and think about it. And not only that, you're so open, friendly and supportive. Nothing is impossible knowing I have you in my corner, and you'd best know I'm carrying pom-poms and am ready to cheer you on for every single idea and project you have.

I intend for this to continue for a long while yet because I don't know what I'd do without you!!!

BONUS:

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"LISTEN. Yer bed is BOUNCY. That's not MY fault. Free real estate, an' I'll go back an' bounce on it again if ya stay up past yer bedtime one more time."

"Oogie? Yeah. He's a good fella. Or, eh, one've them good beetles? Is that th' way they say it over there? Doesn't matter. He's been helpin' me get ta grips with bein' in charge of Christmas. Maaaybe he's also a little disgruntled that I get ta leave an' come back. I keep tellin' him that he needs ta take a vacation with th' wife an' kids, an' I don't think he listens ta me! Amy. Let yer boi have a holiday. A 'not Hallowe'en' holiday. A vacation. Oooh! A spa trip fer him an' Missus Boogie!

An' May! May, my little Cola Cube. She's grown up so fast! Able ta run whole Museums an' make th' coolest show thingies in th' whole city. I'm so proud of her an' her magic. Ya gotta make sure she gets ta have adventures with her friends an' have fun. It's what she deserves!"

#(HEY YOU WHY ARE YOU SO STINKING NICE AND COOL) #(WHY YOU GOTTA UNO REVERSE ME LIKE THAT) #sneaky sneaky sparkles #(still open; no guarantee on when they come out next :P ) #snakeeyes11

[miasmaghoul]

moutaindew frotting <3

"You smell different."

Dew offers a questioning chirp, lays his head back on Mountain's chest to peer up at him. Water splashes against the sides of the tub, carries the sweet-scented suds over the sides to drip onto the tiled floor below. Mountain noses at his temple, sniffs at his soaked hair.

"How can you tell?" Dew settles back against his chest, stretching sore legs with a groan. "All I smell is oranges 'n dirt." Mountain snuffles against his ear and Dew squawks, slaps at his leg under the water. "Quit it, you weirdo."

Mountain ignores him for the most part, and Dew doesn't have the energy to balk at the attention. They'd spent a large portion of this sweltering summer day in the orchards, picking peaches and citrus by the bushel. Delivering some to the kitchens and the rest to the truck waiting by the greenhouse, all destined for the abbey's farmstand in one form or another. Dew hadn't minded the work, but it left him with jelly legs and a crunchy spine that demanded a nice warm soak.

Thankfully, Mountain hadn't objected to his request for a piggyback ride to get there.

"You need a better nose," the other ghoul rumbles, dragging the tip of his nose from the crown of Dew's head to the base of one horn. "What hair treatment did you use?"

Dew shrugs, letting his eyes slip shut. Resting one hand over the arm Mountain has looped around his waist and the other on a muscular thigh. Mountain's other arm rests on the rim of the bath, fingers swirling through the surface of the water. It's started to go cool, and Dew sighs.

"Dunno."

The little ghoul up his temperature until the tub is steaming again, pouring warmth into the broad body behind him as a bonus. Mountain clearly appreciates it, judging by the way he holds him a little tighter. Task accomplished, Dew waves at the bevy of bottles on the shelves next to the tub.

"Whichever one's in front," he mumbles, tipping his head when the other ghoul moves to sniff at his neck instead. "Didn't care what I got, just needed the gross gone."

Mountain chuffs, warm breath flowing over his wet skin. Dew hums with it, a sound that melts into a gentle exhale when Mountain presses his lips to the sensitive spot just below his ear.

"The blue one?"

"Maybe?" Dew strokes the soft skin of Mountain's thigh, an unconscious motion that mirrors the way Mountain's lips travel down his neck, across his shoulder. "Maybe green. Why, s'it smell bad?"

"Far from it, droplet," Mountain assures him. "Just...interesting. Different, but familiar."

Well that explains a lot.

"Are you tellin' me I stink or - ah!" Dew squeaks in when Mountain nips at his shoulder, fangs he's not expecting pinching his skin. "Hey, what the -"

"You smell good," Mountain whispers, and whatever Dew was about to say fades into nothing when he feels something stir against his lower back. "Really good."

Dew gasps when a rough tongue laves at his shoulder, shivers when it glides up his throat. His own cock twitches despite the ache still threaded through his muscles, and the little ghoul sucks air through his teeth when Mountain sucks his earlobe.

"Shit, Mount," he groans, raking his claws along the taller ghoul's inner thigh. "Thought you were tired."

"I'm fucking exhausted," he confirms, shifting his hold to splay a large hand over Dew's belly. "But you just smell so good..."

Mountain drags him closer, until he's fully flush with his chest and Dew can feel his half-hard cock mold to the small of his back. Mountain buries his nose in his hair while more water splashes to the floor, taking a long, deep inhale.

"So you keep saying," Dew mumbles, but he really can't complain when every breath seems to make Mountain throb against him. He wiggles as best he can, just to make the other ghoul gasp. "This thing seems to agree."

"Can't help it." Mountain's other hand sinks beneath the suds, grips Dew’s skinny thigh. "Dunno why, but -"

"'S fine," Dew sighs, working to make himself sound put out despite the fact that he's gotten all chubby himself. "But since you want it so bad," he lilts, a gentle tease, "don't expect me to do any of the work."

He means it to sound haughty, like a taunt, something for Mountain to bounce off of. To call him lazy, or a princess, or any of a thousand other things that would only add fuel the embers starting to burn in his belly.

"Okay," Mountain breathes instead, and Dew doesn't have time to process it before he's being moved.

Not far, mind, but still. Mountain hooks his hands under each of Dew's thighs and lifts him, the water aiding the motion. He sits the little ghoul higher in his lap, thick shaft dragging between Dew's cheeks and wringing a surprised sound out of him.

"Mount, what -"

"Shh," Mountain soothes, slouching further into the water until his knees break the surface. "Just let me have you."

Well, it's not like Dew would ever say no to that.

He's not sure what to expect with the way Mountain's arranging them, but it becomes clear soon enough; he settles Dew against his chest once more, but further up. Far enough for the little ghoul to rest his head on Mountain's shoulder. He rests Dew's legs between his own, keeps them spread just enough to -

"Oh."

Dew sucks his lower lip between his fangs when he feels something hard and hot insert itself between his thighs, pressed right up against his tight sack, and despite the warmth of the water Dew shivers eyes fluttering shut. He squeezes his legs together and loves the loud thud of Mountain's head hitting the porcelain wall of the tub. He snickers, rests his hands on Mountain's exposed knees.

"Like that, big guy?"

Mountain doesn't answer with anything but a low purr, the vibration lovely against Dew's back. Encouraging him to relax even further, to slip a little deeper. He can't even be bothered to open his eyes when one of those massive hands slides up his thigh, over his hip, fingertips drifting through his sparse happy trail. Mountain finds his stiff little dick, gives it a single stroke, and Dew doesn't bother hiding his soft moan.

Then the other ghoul chages his grip, presses Dew's cock against the firm shaft of his own, and as Mountain takes both of their lengths in one hand Dew feels him nosing at his scalp again.

"Who'd think you'd get so boned up over some soap," Dew mutters, as far from complaining as he could be. Mountain chuckles as he fists their cocks, one long, slow stroke.

"Can't help it," he repeats, and Dew responds with the tiniest roll of his hips. One that makes Mountain choke and hold them even tighter. "Fuck, Dew -"

"Just keep sniffin' me, weirdo," the little ghoul teases, happy to do nothing but lay back and enjoy the way Mountain's veiny shaft feels against his own. "But if you cum first you're suckin' me off."

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #mountain/dew #mountain x dew #mountain dew #got it done just in time for #mountain monday #(spoilers - dew used rain's special shampoo and smells like water and fire mountain just really likes it a whole bunch) #not rereading before i post so if you see mistakes #no you dont

[ash-whimsicalfanfic]

Hope things are going well for you!

Could you do a Gibbs x y/n where there son falls at home and gets a broken arm and y/n feels horrible/guilty that she let it happen under her watch. He meets them at the ER where the son refuses to let him go and y/n won't meet his eye. On the way home he holds her hand and convinces there son that his cast is cool and he can ask others to sign it. When they get home he goes to play. Gibbs finds y/n crying asks him "why am I such a bad parent"

Bad Mom?

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 2461

Warnings: Mild language, blood, injury, gore, angst…

A/N: Hopefully, this is okay! I really enjoyed writing this! Sorry it took so long for me to get this done! Xx

You hum softly as you continue working on the salad to go with dinner. Jethro would be home a little later, but you always make sure he comes home to a nice, relaxing dinner.

Your guys’ son, Maddox Leroy Gibbs, was upstairs playing with his newest birthday gift. Jethro had got him a wood-carving kit and now Maddox couldn't keep his hands off it.

All of a sudden, you heard thumps before the most pained scream you've ever heard. You dropped the glass bowl of salad, ignoring the glass shattering on the ground as you race towards the crying.

There was Maddox laid on the ground, cradling his arm. You fall to your knees beside him and gently grab him.

"Baby, hey, I need you to tell me what happened. What hurts?" You ask softly.

"M-My arm!" He wails.

You gently pull his hand away as your stomach flips and your throat tightens seeing blood and bone. He screams, wailing louder.

"Look away." You demand as you stand, picking him up as you grab the keys and your phone on the way out.

You barely were able to lock the door as you run out towards your car. You get him in the booster seat, grabbing the first aid kit and quickly taping gals over it loosely so he wouldn't be able to see it.

You hurry to the drivers side, starting to drive the way that Jethro drives. You open your phone with shaky hands and dial his number. It rings and rings until it says his mailbox was full. You throw the phone down in the seat next to you as your shaky hands grip the wheel tighter as you break every driving law to make it to the hospital.

You were out of your car, running to his side of the car as you swung the door open, picking him up and running inside. Immediately nurses flank you, having you place him on a gurney before your told to move your car.

You felt irritated, but you also understood. You quickly move you car before finding your way inside. You weren't allowed to go in the room with him as they had an officer on the way to question you. You knew they thought this was some abuse case, but it wasn't. You grab your phone dialing his number again and you kept dialing until he finally answered.

"Hon, I'm in the middle of a case right now." He says irritated.

"J-Jethro, h-he fell down the stairs and he hurt his arm really bad. T-They won't let me see him! They have an officer coming to question me because they think this an a-abuse case!" You sob into the phone, ignoring the nurses who gave you the stink-eye.

"Hon, I'm on my way. Do not answer any questions. Tell them your waiting on me." He says sternly.

Before you could say anything, he had hung up. You let your head fall into your hands as you cry harder.

"I want my mom!" He wails and you stand as you rush towards him.

"Ma'am, you can't see him until you've been questioned and cleared." A nurse snaps, pushing at you.

"He's my son! I'd never hurt him! Let me see him!" You snap, trying to push through towards your son.

"Mommy!" He wails.

"It's okay, baby! Daddy's on his way!" You say as tears fall down your cheeks and big burly security guards push you back towards the little sitting area in the hallway.

They cuff your hands behind your back and make you sit as you refused to leave. You looked at the ground, your head racing as terrible thoughts went through your head.

Jethro parks his car hastily, getting out of the car as his team followed him in. He tried to get them to stay and work on the case, but they refused. Maddox was their nephew and they'd do anything for the kid.

Jethro walks in, his eyes finding you. For a brief moment, he felt relief until he saw the cuffs on your wrists.

"Take the cuffs off her, now." He barks, striding towards you.

"Sir—now!" He interrupts.

The security guard fumbles with the keys as he roughly pulls you up before Jethro pinned him against the wall. Tony grabs the keys off the floor, undoing the cuffs on your wrists.

"Don't you ever put your hands on my wife like that again." He warns.

"Hey sweet cheeks, your okay." Tony murmurs as he hugs you.

"They won't let me see him." You mumble numbly into his chest.

"They will once Gibbs is through with them." He teases and you couldn't help the small shaky smile.

"Hon, come on." Jethro says.

You walk towards him, keeping your eyes casted to the floor. His arm wraps around your waist protectively as he walks towards the desk.

"Where is my son?" He demands.

"S-She needs to be questioned." The nurse says weakly.

"My wife wouldn't ever lay a hand on our son. He fell down the stairs, kids have accidents all the time. Let me see our damn son." He snaps.

"O-Of course, right this way sir." She says and starts to lead us towards the room he was in.

You hesitate and hang back towards the doorway as Jethro heads towards Maddox who was sat up in the bed with a light blue cast on his arm.

“Daddy!” He exclaims, throwing himself towards Jethro who chuckles and catches him.

You catch sight of stitches across his eyebrows and you let a shaky breath out.

“Careful buddy, you can take someone out with that thing.” Jethro teases which makes Maddox giggle.

“I don’t really like it. It’s going to stop me from being able to do my wood carvings.” He pouts.

“I think it’s a really cool cast. You can have people sign it even! And you can take a break from the wood carving, son. I’ll get you some more while you got the cast on so we can let the supplies build up.” He says.

“Okay! Uncle Tony, will you sign my cast?” He asks.

“Of course! I even so happen to have a sharpie on me!” He exclaims with a childish grin.

Your heart aches and you sit down as you watch Maddox with soft and sad eyes. Jethro was in the corner of the room, on the phone with director as he kept an eye on Maddox as well.

You look away from Maddox and at the floor when a nurse walks in. She looks at you as if you had the plague, in which Maddox notices and frowns.

“Why are you looking at my mommy that way?” He snaps.

The nurse was taken aback as you look up alarmed. You stand, walking over to the bed and reach a shaky hand out to brush his hair away from his eyes. You leave a kiss on his head.

“It’s okay, baby.” You murmur.

He looks at you confused. He was a smart child for his age. He definitely had his fathers profiling skills, that’s for sure. He looks back at the nurse, his eye narrowing as he latches onto you, hugging you tightly. Jethro was grinning in the corner as your lips part in surprise.

“Ma’am, we still have to follow protocol.” The nurse says in which your heart shatters.

“Protocol? Mommy, what’s she talking about?” He asks, looking up at you with Jethro’s blue eyes.

“It’s nothing, baby. Mommy will be back, I promise.” You murmur.

“No. I’ll be back, buddy. Mommy will stay with you.” Jethro says.

You watch confused as he leaves with the timid nurse. Tony throws an arm over your shoulder and smiles.

“Trust me, boss will handle it. Your a good mom, don’t let them tell you otherwise.” He says.

“Are they saying your a bad mommy?” Maddox asks confused.

“I-I, no…they just have to follow protocols they put in place to keep people safe.” You explain slowly.

Thankfully, Jethro was back quickly and even somehow managed to get his prescriptions whilst filling out the discharge papers. Jethro sent the team back in the work car and was going to drive you and Maddox home. Tony offered to drive Jethro’s car home, but you settled on taking Jethro to work tomorrow as you felt guilty for calling him from work early.

Maddox was asleep in the backseat, and you were focused on the building and other structures out your window. Jethro kept glancing over, sensing you weren’t okay. He grabs your hands and squeezes it gently.

“Sorry I snapped at you on the phone earlier today, hon. I don’t want you to think you can’t call me. For now on, I’ll answer immediately if I’m not out in the field.” He promises.

“Jethro, I’m not upset you didn’t answer or that you snapped at me. I know your working on a case right now.” You say softly.

“Then what has you upset?” He asks as he pulls into the driveway.

“Nothing.” You lie, getting out of the car.

“I’ll get him. You get the door opened.” He says.

You nod, heading towards the door and unlocking it. You are greeted with blood on the ground and you immediately grab your cleaning caddy from the closet and start cleaning it up. Jethro walks in, holding Maddox. He frowns seeing your shaky hands scrub at the puddle of blood.

“Hon, I got that. Let me go put him in bed and then I’ll clean that up.” He says.

“No, it’s okay. I got it. Here, you go on up and I’ll finish this up.” You say quietly.

You move just enough so he can get up the stairs. He gets to the third or fourth step before looking back down at you concerned. His eyes find your bruised wrists and his frown deepens. He turns, focusing on getting Maddox up to bed.

“Daddy.” Maddox mumbles sleepily.

“Yes, buddy?” He asks softly, tucking him in.

“Why did the doctors think mommy is a bad mommy?” He asks.

“Because they are a bunch of knuckleheads and don’t know what a good mommy you have. Don’t worry about it, buddy.” He says.

“Daddy?” He whispers as he starts to fall back to sleep.

“Yes?” He asks.

“Can mommy give me a little brother or sister?” He asks.

“I…I mean, I’ll talk to mommy and see what she wants to do, but she loves you so much. I think she’s happy with just you.” He murmurs.

Little did Maddox know, Jethro was scared to have another one. He was scared to have Maddox after what happened with Shannon and Kelly. He barely let you in and then finding out you were pregnant nearly sent him over the edge. You loved kids and you want a whole damn school bus of kids.

Maddox goes to say something, but it was little mumbles before he was softly snoring. Jethro chuckles, brushing his hair out of his forehead before leaning down and kissing his head.

He heads downstairs to see the blood cleaned up. He goes to the kitchen where he heard you. You were sweeping up the salad and broken bowl into a pan.

“What happened?” He asks, taking the dust pan to hold it.

“When I heard Maddox scream, I just dropped the bowl and ran for him.” You mumble quietly.

“Hon, go take a bath and relax. I’ll finish the clean up. I promise you that Maddox is okay.” He says.

You hesitate, but with a stern look from him, you nod slowly. You head up the stairs, starting your bath. He finishes up the floor before he cleans up what would have been dinner. He does dishes and takes the trash out before deciding to check on both Maddox and you. He checks on Maddox first to see him sleeping.

He nears the bathroom before slowing his steps as he hears your muffled crying. He walks in and sees your face buried in your knees, suds covering your bits from view.

“Hon, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He asks, kneeling by the tub.

“Why am I such a bad mom?” You sob.

“Y/N, what are you talking about?” He asks.

“He’s hurt because of me, Jethro. Those nurses had every right to look at me like that. I’m a terrible mom. There was blood, everywhere and the bone was sticking out. His screams…gosh his screams were so loud. I didn’t even notice he cut his eyebrow until I saw the stitches.” You sob.

“It’s not your fault, Y/N. He’s a kid and kids have accidents. Maddox loves to run throughout the house and we could tell him until we were blue in the face not to run in the house. He slipped and fell. It wasn’t your fault. You know how many times I got hurt as a kid? A lot. We can’t protect him from everything as much as we wish we could. Things like this will teach him why we tell him not to run in the house or why not to go outside barefoot. We can only do so much. Your an amazing mom. He knows so.” He murmurs, rubbing your back.

“I can’t even look at him. I feel terrible. It’s all my fault.” You whisper.

“It’s not your fault and you know that. He knows that and I know that. He knows your a good mom. He told me when he woke up briefly because he caught onto the way the nurses were treating you. He actually wants another siblings. He told me.” He says, sighing as he plops on the ground.

Your head flies up, your eyes wide as you look at him. You reach a hand out and grab his hand, rubbing it gently.

“You know we don’t have to. I know how scary it was when you found out I was pregnant with Maddox. I am perfectly content with Maddox and you.” You say softly.

“I think I might want another one. Maybe we’ll get a little girl this time.” He murmurs.

“Really?” You ask surprised.

“Yeah.” He says with a soft smile.

“Your such an amazing dad, Jethro. Maddox absolutely loves you. He always tells me that he wants to be an NCIS agent just like you.” You say with a soft smile.

“And your such an amazing mom. He tells me all the time. He also tells me how much he loves you and how much he wants to make you proud. Whether it be cleaning up his toys or helping with the groceries. He loves you and he idolizes you so much.” He murmurs.

#gibbs #gibbs imagine #gibbs x reader #jethro gibbs #jethro gibbs imagine #jethro gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs #ncis fandom #ncis gibbs #ncis imagine #leroy jethro gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs imagine #ncis team #ncis tony #ncis fanfiction #ncis x reader #ncis #ncis abby #ncis fic #ncis mcgee #ncis reader insert #ncis series #ncis ziva #gibbs x reader son

[wannaeatramyeon]

HIII how are u doing girlie😍🤞🤞 Anyways can u pls write a scenario where ur classmates (htf characters?) find out ur dating seong taehoon and their reactions?? You dont need to if u dont want to ofc<333

Hey Anon! Thanks for the ask <3 I'm doing great!! Brain rotting away as expected but HAPPY FRIDAY! Hope you're doing well too and having a good start to the month :)

Don't you agree that there's a disappointingly small amount of writing for our lil nutjob?

Please enjoy the whiplash of my change in tone!

HTF discovering You & Taehoon dating!

Things were tentative between you and Taehoon. You've only been dating for a couple months, and you're still getting to know this side of him. Well. You say this side but it's still the same old Taehoon that you've come to grow very fond of.

The one that tells everyone to piss off but comes running, no, sprinting when one of his friends need his help. Who threatens to beat everyone up, but will come to your defence with no hesitation. This prickly, insufferable little shit.

Sometimes you worry about your own sanity for liking someone like Taehoon, but then he gives you a look in the middle of the company meetings and your feel your entire body flush and your heart palpitate. And you think about just being alone with him, the way that he looks at you like he wants to devour you, the way his hand runs all over your body and god bless his pale skin because it's so obvious how crazy you're driving him despite how cool he plays it- "Huh? Sorry Rumi, I missed that question. What did you ask?"

You know already this guy has no respect for other people's personal space, but since you've gotten together, a complete and utter lack of personal space has become the norm. At least when no one else is around.

Taehoon corners you in the company house.

"You got 500 won?" He's leaning casually on the wall, blocking your path of exit. He wears a smug smirk as his face moves closer to yours.

You roll your eyes, "Get your own 500 won, I'm not lending you any more money you bastard."

He glances down at your lips, "How about a kiss then?"

Bastard indeed. You blush, but with him so close by, with his lidded gaze and goddamn pretty pink lips slightly parted... you couldn't say no if you tried.

You lean forward to kiss him, and Taehoon deepens it before you have a chance to move away. His arm circles around your waist, pressing your entire body against him. You put your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer and his hands start to roam your body. Perhaps you and Taehoon should move this somewhere more private-

A glass shatters. "OH MY GOD!!"

You both turn and see the entirety of Hobin Yu company frozen in shock.

Fuck. This was why you shouldn't be making out in the living room.

Hobin: Very happy for you! Congrats Y/N!!! But then after a moment... wait. Hold on. The reality of the situation sinks in. What?! That psycho Taehoon managed to bag you???

Yeah Taehoon has a nice face but his personality STINKS. How can anyone stand him? AND MOST important of all: how did you guys beat him and Bomi getting together?! Life is so unfair!

Snapper: similiar reaction as Hobin. Who tf can put up with that nutjob. Side eyes you a bit cos surely you must have a few screws loose too. But... the opportunities for a newtube channel! Couple dates, couple vlogging! Ok, maybe this isn't such a bad development.

Gaeul: completely clueless. Even Gyeoul has commented on you two getting closer. This innocent little chick just thought... well, she didn't know what she thought - maybe you guys were just close friends? "You fellas, I'm so happy for you. Now don't you young whippersnappers get up to no good!"

Rumi: Oh Y/N I'm so happy for you! Hold on- let me just text Wangguk to set up a double date. What you doing this Saturday?

Mangi: another cinnamon roll. Gives you and Taehoon the biggest hug, squeezing the life out of you whilst Taehoon is just glaring, gearing up to give him a kick. So so happy for you, wishes you guys a lifetime of happiness (woah, steady on Mangi we've just gotten together!!) and that you are as happy as him and his girlfriend <3

Yeonwoo: You've always been nice and sweet to him. So you and Taehoon? Together? You're making this lil genius's brain hurt. Of course he'll congratulate the both of you, he's too polite to do otherwise. But his protective side flares up to make sure Taehoon treats you right.

Gyeoul: Who fucking cares

Taehoon finding out about everyone finding out: Headaches all around. What the fuck is wrong with these losers? Gets inundated with questions about you and their relationship. "Bastard that's none of your business", "Ask more questions if you want to die".

Temporarily wonders if this is worth it, but then looks at you and ok. Maybe it is. "Fuck, I'm so cringe I'm going to kick my own ass"

#how to fight #how to fight headcanons #viral hit #viral hit headcanons #taehoon seong #seong taehoon #seong taehoon x reader #seong taehun #taehoon x reader #taehoon seong x reader #lookism fic #viral hit webtoon #vhit #how to fight webtoon #how to fight manhwa #wannaeatramyeon

[ohlookitsthearkhamknight]

Okay so we’ve all seen that the shirt Tommy is wearing when hes showing Buck around harbor is pretty similar to the shirt Sal wore when he got kicked out of the 118 and it gave me an idea

for story purposes and personal hc i imagine tommy and sal are bestfriends they just had to deal with alot of shit between them first

Sal: “Hey Tommy have you seen my nice shirt? The tan one with the pocket? I cant find it anywhere and I checked all over my house and figured if its not there it’s somehow over here.”

Tommy: “Oh yeah it’s on the clothes rack.”

Sal: ….. “Why do you have my shirt?”

Tommy: “I “borrowed” it”

Sal: “WHY”

Tommy: ….. “So you know that cute guy I was talking about that I met on the helicopter with howie and hen?”

Sal: “Yes the one you haven’t shut up about.”

Tommy: “Okay soooo the day after, he called me and wanted a tour of harbor and im like cool I get to show him around and maybeeee see if hes interested. So I went to find a nice shirt. Problem is I couldn’t find anything and didn’t feel like doing laundry sooooo I might have went over to your house and stole your shirt 😁”

Sal: …. “Really?”

Tommy: “Hey at least I washed it and ironed it, YOUR WELCOME”

Sal: *deadpan* “Thanks.”

Tommy: “Hey don’t start, you’ve worn my shirts for dates before and I didn’t complain. Plus the ladies like you more because my shirts always smell better because I wear better cologne”

Sal: “My cologne is just fine thank you very much”

Tommy: “no to be honest it stinks”

Sal: “No it doesn’t!”

Tommy: “Yeah it does :/“

Sal: *grumbling* “I hate you”

Tommy: *flashing a shit eating grin* “Love you too Sal, thanks for being my unwilling wingman❤️”

Sal: *rolls his eyes and walks away smiling while muttering something about gay people*

#this is their dynamic i imagine #sal is a bit of a sassy asshole but he cares and is protective of tommy #tommy once ppl get to know him is a goofy person and really cares about his friends/loved ones plus he likes to poke fun at sal #its well deserved after all #sal deluca #tommy kinard #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #bucktommy #kinley #tevan #911 #911 abc #okay i just rly want tommy to have a bestfriend/someone in his corner #and sal fits the perfect assholeish straight bestfriend type

[batterygarden]

Sassy bf Denji...

(sfw relationship headcannons; gn afab reader)

I feel like Denji is sassy without meaning to be once you guys get close. 

He’ll be like oh my god are you okay what happened to your skin?? & you’re just wearing foundation that got a little patchy. 

Any candid life advice from Denji is not only unreliable as hell but also delivered harshly. Despite his best intentions! It’ll sound gentle in his head till he’s like “If a person with no balls tries to fight you just fucking run baby you are not taking them… zero coordination and ya wouldn’t even have somewhere to aim :/“ 

Will air ur business to everyone unless you specifically tell him not to. “Oh don’t worry they’ll be here! They’re trying out a Diva cup for the first time and it leaked all over while we were driving so they had ta turn around.” (He feels wise and mature saying this having just learned what a diva cup was that morning) 

If he has a small grievance with you that for whatever reason he doesn’t mention right away, he’ll just incorporate it into your next nickname. Like you leave the fan on one (1) time when no one’s home he’s like ahh there’s my lil electricity vulture 😍. One time you forgot to clean up after breakfast and Denji literally said “hey dirty dishy! What is up 😁” 

If you offer to take over his video game for him while he pees he’s like “hmm I dunno if.…uhhh…” He trails off then never gets up.

“Geez baby, I think you need a good night’s sleep tonight. Like at least eight hours dude…”

He doesn’t really care what you wear but prepare to receive the stink eye if u ever try out a new/different style bc Denji will be lost and confused. Babe what’s up with the fit 🤨? What do you mean, do you not like it :(? Uhhh im not sure if it’s good or not but I don’t get why you’d ever wear that in the first place. Will give honest fashion advice if you ask, too. it’s not always helpful but it’s certainly unfiltered. 

“Shorty.. the poems you write do not make sense…” 

Denji will occasionally give backhanded compliments 😔. “It’s kinda smart how ya hit the curb every time you park next to the sidewalk like that… Keeps you nice ‘n close!” “Thanks for correctin’ the waiter for me, it’s so cool that you aren’t scared to come off like an asshole.” “I like how you look all messy today!! (senses malice from your glare) Like. It’s hot, babe. I mean you look hot!” 

He learned of One food that you don’t care for and he’s had the unwavering assumption that you’re a picky eater ever since. “Guess who scored some chocolate chip cookies at work today! Wait… I wonder if you’d even like these 🤔” 

Usually always sassy by accident! but if you wake him up in the night he’s sassy on Purpose. Like if it’s for a good reason maybe less so but if it's just to show him a funny video he is whining and moaning and insulting your sense of humor in one breath before turning over and snoring again.

Link to a more sweet & wholesome Denji work

#he's cheeky i say! #csm denji #denji headcanons #denji fics #Denji fluff #denji x reader #denji x you #chainsaw man x reader #sassy denji #denji/reader #boyfriend denji #chainsaw man headcannons

[oceanbug]

when worlds collide

smau non!idol ningning x reader

13.5 bathroom meetings.

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Turning off her phone, Jimin sighed in defeat. She knows everyone’s not avoiding her on purpose, but it kind of felt that way. She wasn’t going to have a nice dinner outside, but she didn’t want to lock herself inside on a nice Wednesday night. So she decided on the next best thing.

Let’s trespass on school grounds after hours.

Normal people wouldn’t think to do this, but Jimin was different. She wanted to do nothing more than rebel against her goodie-two-shoes image, so she committed crimes on the low. Not actual illegal ones, just minor crimes like ‘trespassing’ at a school she pays to live in.

Let’s see where to break into first! I could walk into the chemistry lab and mix all of the labels. Yeah, that’s evil enough; let’s do it.

Like I said, they weren’t illegal crimes. Just inconveniences that Jimin thought were ‘evil.’ She didn’t have much experience being a bad kid, so this is as good as she’s going to get.

Before Jimin could step foot into the lab, the sound of crying could be heard in the science department bathrooms. Who could be here at this hour? She knocked softly so as not to startle the clearly distressed individual.

“Get the fuck away; can’t you see it’s occupied?" That voice was distinct. There was none like it. Ningning was in the bathroom, and she was crying?

“….Ning? It’s Jimin, are you okay?”

“I said get AWAY.” Jimin didn’t flinch; she was used to this. She went to high school with Ning, so she wasn’t afraid of her. At the moment, she was just concerned as to why someone as tough as Ningning could be crying alone in a bathroom. Jimin sat down outside the bathroom, back against the metal steel door.

“Hey, If you want to talk, we can. I know you probably don’t want to tell a random stranger about your issues; that’s fine with me. But you know I’m good with a secret. You can talk to me.”

Jimin felt her back slightly fall as the door creaked open.

“I’m not telling you because we’re friends, but I am telling you because I have no one else I can trust.” Ningning’s words sounded rude as usual, but her sorrowful tone from crying was heard. It made Jimin’s heart ping; no one deserved to feel how Ningning felt at this moment.

“The stupid gossip site posted. Your little friend and my ex-bitch are besties now. What the fuck, man. What did I do to deserve this? I’m the one who got cheated on. So why does everyone feel bad for Giselle?” She began tearing up even more. Jimin had been bewildered by the fact that Y/N was hanging out with Giselle. Why had she lied to her? They had mentioned it was a friend Jimin didn’t know, but that clearly wasn’t the case. Nonetheless, she’d focus on that later. All Jimin’s attention is on Ningning now.

“No way is Ning Yi Zhuo letting two freaks get the better of her.”

Sorry Y/n.

“The same Ning Yi Zhuo who got our finals canceled by rigging the lottery so that our principal won? The same Ningning who passes every school year with a 4.0 GPA yet doesn’t show up to any class? There's no way you’re going to let two people hurt you like this. That stupid school blog stinks anyway; they don’t even get the full story of things! I’m sure Y/N meant no harm in what she did. Trust me, I know her. She’d never hurt you on purpose.”

The room was silent, all that could be heard were the crickets, and the cool wind breeze. Jimin meant every word. She trusted Y/n. Sure she lied about who she was meeting up with, but it was surely for a good reason. That's something you're certain of. Ningning looked away as if she were deep in thought. She quickly dried away her tears and stood up.

“Whatever, I can do way better than those two freaks. I can literally buy their houses and still have money left over to splurge. Later loser.” There she was, ‘Rich Bitch’ Ningning. Before she fully stepped foot out the door, she turned back.

“Thanks, Jimin.” Then she walked away.

And so there goes Jimin’s Wednesday night. Maybe she’ll continue her ‘evil’ activities another day. For now, she’ll get some food and head home. Still, she can’t shake the feeling that the conversation will be important later. She’d probably never cross paths with Ningning again, so why does she feel like this?

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(Synopsis) Y/N had never been the type to take life for granted. You grew up with the mindset that if you wanted something, you had to work for it; So getting paired up with the university’s “Rich Bitch” Ning Yi Zhuo for your midterm was the last thing you wanted. Are you willing to step into the world of fame for an A+?

taglist (open): @azraism ; @kimsgayness ; @sewiouslyz ; @winieter ; @llluvbluy ; @i06kkura ; @everydayiloveyves ; @edamboon

#kpop x y/n #kpop x reader #ningning x reader #ning yizhuo #ningning #aespa x reader #aespa #non idol au #kpopsmau #kpop smau

[nautiscarader]

Let's spend midnight up on the roof (Wendip,G/T)

Let's spend midnight up on the roof (Wendip,G/T) (Ao3)

Dipper Pines could not believe his sister could fall asleep so easily. Then again, after a week in Gravity Falls, where nearly each day was spent either chasing some mythical creatures or beings or being chased by them, they both deserved rest.

But the journal… a curiosity that trumped gnomes or gobblewonker prevented Dipper from falling asleep. He carefully turned each page, reading what once would have been pure fantasy for him, but now was an exciting - and potentially deadly - possibility.

KNOCK, KNOCK!

Dipper let out a girly shriek and jumped in place when he heard someone knocking on the glass of the triangular window. He was even more surprised by the identity of the intruder.

"Wendy?!", Dipper asked, staring at the red-head, waving at him to let her in.

"'Sup, dude", she asked nonchalantly, "Wanna go up on the roof?"

It took the flabbergasted Dipper a moment to even form a response, and another one to verbalise it.

"Th-the roof?"

"Yeah, like we did earlier. Come on, I have a ladder here."

And with that, she took a step up the rope ladder she was on, giving Dipper a room. He hesitated for a bit, but once she also gave him a hand, he got onto the sill and then followed her up.

One step at a time, Dipper climbed up until he arrived at the same secluded part of the roof from which they were throwing pinecones earlier that day.

"Okay, but why would you go here so late-"

Dipper's voice broke as soon as he looked up, with the answer to his question thrown in his face.

For when his eyes adapted to the darkness, he was met with not just starry sky, but an explosion of lights, spanning his entire field of view. And smack in the middle of it, streaking across the sky like a river full of diamonds was something he only saw pictures of - the Milky Way.

And before he knew it, he was sitting next to Wendy, as his knees gave up, his mouth still open as he tried to absorb as much of the cosmic beauty as possible, finding it difficult to breathe.

"First time seeing something like that, city boy?"

"Yeah… I mean, we've been to a planetarium once, but this… This is so much better."

Dipper moved his head from one side to the other, making Wendy curious.

"What are you doing?"

"Uh, trying to find some constellations I know. I mean there is Little Dipper.", he pointed to the group of stars looking like his birthmark.

"Yeah", Wendy said, "I never bothered with them. I just like coming up with my own shapes. And names. Like, there is a star named Beetlejuice, right?"

"No, it's Betelgeuse."

"Beetlejuice"

"Be-tel-geuse", Dipper repeated slowly.

"Bee-tle-juice."

"HEY, GUYS!"

Both Dipper and Wendy jumped in place when they heard a third voice.

"Mabel! What are you doing here?"

"Me?", she countered, "What are YOU doing up so la-"

Mabel stopped as the sudden realisation hit her, her eyes shifting from one to the other.

"Oh, I see…", she spoke with mischievous tone, "Not gonna interrupt you two".

And with a sly smile still lingering on her face, she climbed down the ladder.

"What was that supposed to mean?"

"Beats me.", Wendy shrugged,"So, you wanna do some renaming?"

Dipper hesitated for a moment.

"Uh, sure. Are-are there any rules, or…"

Wendy snickered.

"Man, you do like to overthink stuff. I'll go first… This is Blerblonia, the brightest star in the constellation of Stinking Cheese".

"Where?"

"There." Wendy took his hand traced a wedge-like shape between three stars. "Now you name the other two."

"Okay", Dipper took a moment to come up with something creative. "This one's gonna be Pineconis, and this one Alpha Soda."

"Nice. Now find some cool shape."

"Okay… there! If you connect these five you get…a Lawnmower!"

"How?", Wendy asked, unable to follow his logic.

"How should I know? There is a constellation called 'Hunting Dogs', and all it is are literally two stars. TWO! You know what you can draw with these? A stick. Or maybe a bone."

Wendy laughed.

"Okay, I think I see your lawnmower… So I will name these a Stretched Ferret", she pointed to a few stars lining up. "And the brightest one will be called…Tim"

"Okay, I can see i-Wait, you have used one of my stars!", he protested.

"So what? It's like that crossword-making game, now I can snatch your points."

She shot him with a wicked grin.

"Oh, it is on!", Dipper corrected his position, took a sip from a can and pointed his hand up. "Say goodbye to your Cheese constellation, I'm making a whole Charcuterie Board with Beta Brie-onis and Gamma-Gouda! Here, and here, and here…"

And with that, they spent the next hour or so making up silly names, until even their desire for unrestricted silliness had to move aside when tiredness stepped in. And when Dipper Pines hit the bed, it only took him a few seconds to fall asleep, letting even the precious journal be forgotten for now…

xxxx

Dipper Pines let out a deep sigh, staring at the vast Milky Way spanning the night's sky. In the ten years since he first saw it, on the same roof he was now lying on, it hasn't lost anything of its beauty…

"I thought I'd find you here". Dipper flinched when he heard a familiar voice and saw a familiar face in the hatch. "May I join ya?"

"S-Sure", Dipper replied, still feeling the same fluster towards Wendy as when he was twelve. "I mean, it is your secret spot"

"Heh, not so secret. Pretty much everyone has been here. I should be charging money for it…"

An awkward silence fell between the two. The same silence that started earlier that day when the Pines have returned once more to Gravity Falls, and Wendy realised how much one person can change in a span of a year.

"So…", Dipper spoke again, "Do-do you want to rename some stars?"

"Dude", Wendy shot him with a judgemental stare, "Are you for real?"

"Yeah, yeah, you're right, that is a bit childish, and-"

Wendy burst into laughter.

"Dipper, I'm messing with you", she punched him in the arm, "At least that hasn't changed about you."

She moved closer to her friend, and before he could verbalise any of his worries, Wendy pulled out her phone.

"Actually, I found this cool song that fits what we were doing. Wanna listen?"

Dipper nodded. Wendy took a moment to find it and hit 'play'.

Let's spend midnight up on the roof letting stars stare us in th'face no one is gonna care that we are rediscovering their names.

"Wow, that is pretty spot on", Dipper commented, his eyes meeting Wendy's, her loving gaze being the only response.

When I reach my hand to you How can I disagree with fate? I make my decision: happiness or hate.

Dipper felt her fingers intertwine with his, his heart's beat mixing with the one from the song.

It's not so hard to see, I've got the whole world within my reach especially with you lying next to me.

With Wendy's face just inches away from his, he closed his eyes, still seeing the myriad of stars, including the two brightest ones of emerald shade…

Let's spend midnight up on the roof watching stars with naked eyes, and let everyone see naked us under naked sky.

At the same time, the two young adults jumped back, their eyes open wide and faces covered in various shades of red.

"Woah, woah, this is a lil' heavy."

"Y-yeah, I agree.", Wendy quickly turned the music off, "We're not there yet."

Another long silent pause fell between the two as they both tried to comprehend what Wendy has just blurted out.

"…yet?"

Wendy sighed and without much deliberation jumped the chestnut-haired boy, cutting him off from the starry sky he was staring at.

He wasn't complaining, though.

Okay, so this a first songfic I have ever written.... kinda. There is a Polish song called "The roof", and I heard it on the radio, lying in hospital, I thought "oh, this IS a Wendip song!". So I spent some time not just translating, but also trying to match the rhythm and rhymes - not the whole song, just the chorus and a verse, and I allowed myself to move a line ore two.But I think I haven't failed that much.Lemme know if you want full literal translation to see how I've done my job.

Happy Valentine's day!

#nautiscaraderfics #wendip #wendy corduroy #dipper pines #gravity falls

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Ooh! Ooh! Fic prompt! How Bubbles and Croz became friends/fell in love!

Bubbles had to work SO HARD to make it clear to Croz that he liked him.

It's not that Croz thinks he's unlikable or too dorky to have friends. He's friendly and truly has confidence along with anxiety. But they're in training. And he scrubbed out of pilot training in less than 13 hours (more than some, honestly).

So, like, he really wanted to be ...cool?... enough to be a pilot, but nope. And he'll go for navigator. Sure. He's always been good with math like this.

But also, his ego's a little bruised. He'll be fine, but it makes him more likely to believe the meanest things his brain wants to say.

And, like, he was definitely used as a cheat sheet by some other kids in high school, and the first friend he made in college tried to plagiarize off him.

So, here's this guy who everyone loves because he's a total sweetheart, and he didn't notice Harry at first because Harry's tucked into himself, but suddenly he's talking to Croz and trying to ask him questions about their assignments.

And Croz is just a bit wary. Who is this guy. Where did he come from? What's he trying to get?

And then he sees how GOOD Bubbles is at their exercises, and he's flabbergasted. What's this guy's DEAL? What's he trying to do??

Hey, Croz, you maybe want to talk to your friends about any of this? No? You're just gonna hold all those thoughts in your head and say nothing because it's pretty fucking classic of overthinkers to think no one wants to hear their thoughts.

(Cannot stress enough, this is just anxiety. Lots of people would talk Croz through this a hundred times if he needed it because they love him.)

Anyway, finally, Croz snaps when they get teamed up for an assignment, and he stares at this Joe guy and goes, "Okay. Why are you constantly trying to talk to me?"

And Bubbles just stares and goes, "Um. Cause I like you? You're funny. You're smart. We've got friends in common, and I think you're even better at this math than me. I just think you'd be nice to know."

Crosby's honest confidence comes to the forefront and takes the measure of this guy. "Hey," he says to Crosby's yelling brain. "HEY. THIS GUY SEEMS LEGIT."

And that's it. The "go" light in Crosby's brain snaps on and boom. Instant friendship. It's especially potent because rather than saying, "oooh, that's rough" when Crosby brings up the same lingering thought for a fifth time, he says things like, "Hey, we talked about this. Maybe you need a nap." Or "That's still bothering you? That stinks. You wanna go to a movie?"

Like, turns out Bubbles is just a natural Crosby-distractor. He will offer a diversion to Crosby's loud brain, and it turns out, that's what Crosby needs. Someone who will listen to his irrational fear for the ninth time and go, "Oh, yeah, you mentioned that. Wanna go to the zoo?"

Over time, the lingering thought is that Croz wants to kiss Bubbles. But he can't say that one. Because the person he can say it to who would find a way to distract him is Bubbles. And. Well. He doesn't wanna be distracted like that.

Lucky him, they have a particularly hard assignment one night that keeps them up super late, and Bubbles knows Croz well enough to go, "Your predictions are shit because your brain's elsewhere. What's going on?"

And Croz blurts out, "I keep wanting to kiss you. For. Like. Days. Weeks. Maybe a month."

And Bubbles grins and says, "Oh, hey, I know the fix for this." And they kiss.

#crubbles #masters of the air #prompt #headcanon more than fic #but the bones are there #bubbles payne #harry crosby

[choke-me-joey]

Hi! In regards to Hoevember can you do number 50 with Joe? Thank you love.

Thank YOU for requesting bby ❤️

Also massive thanks to @harrys-four-nipples for helping me out with this one, ily 🥰

50. Are you sure? If we do this, I won't be able to control myself.

Joseph Quinn x reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, rpf (don't like don't read), friends to lovers, angst, reader gets a teeny bit jealous and insecure, lil bit of fluff, Joe is soft until he's really not, no prep (but its cool, reader is SUPER wet), unprotected p in v, creampie because what else would I write

Hoe-vember/Dick-cember masterlist

It was no secret that you and your best friend Joe fancied each other. Every bloody one of your friends knew it, he knew it and you knew it. So why the hell weren’t you together?!

Well, that was totally your bad. When Joe had started landing bigger jobs, you had decided to try and save yourself the eventual heartbreak he was bound to cause you and you tried to move on to other guys with nice normal jobs who weren’t going to shatter your soul by falling in love with a stunning a size 4 actress who was working opposite him.

And it worked. For a bit.

Until the nice normal guys were not nice guys at all, but just the typical London arseholes who were only in it for a quick fuck and chuck, completely not what you wanted. And eventually when yet another boring banker or data analyst was crawling on top of you, Joe’s face invaded your thoughts and it would be the only reason you’d eventually get off, by fantasising about your long-term crush and best friend. In fact, you had even called out his name mid-fuck once. Luckily the guy you were shagging at that time was also called Joe so, no harm, no foul.

So to save yourself even further, you’d stopped dating. Completely. No one. Nothing. And at first, it was fine. But by the 3 month mark of self-inflicted celibacy, you were starting to go a little crazy. 

Which leads you to now, sitting alone in your flat on a Friday night, watching some David Attenborough narrated documentary on the TV with a G&T. Wild. All of your friends were either with their partners, tied down with work or just wanting time at home themselves tonight. The only person you hadn’t contacted was Joe. But he was probably out with Wesley, or at some fancy event or something. You missed him.

Shooting back the rest of your G&T, you pick up your phone and start mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, Facebook and Twitter, a 3-app rotation that kept you occupied for all of 10 minutes. Then a WhatsApp message pings through.

‘Hey, wyd? X’

It’s Joe. Your heart flutters at the sight of his name. 

‘Hey, famous actor man. Nm, wanna come over? X’

‘Already outside. Got Chinese x’

You stand up and open up your balcony windows, stepping outside and glancing down to the main door of your building. Sure enough, Joe is stood there, looking back up at you with a plastic bag full of food in his hands. He grins, raising the bag up at you.

He looks so fucking good it should be illegal.

“Hold on,” you return his grin, rushing back inside and buzzing the door open for him. You quickly check over your appearance and make sure you don’t stink like a bin, before opening your front door.

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About an hour later, bellies full of too much Chinese food and a few beers, you and Joe are sprawled out on your bed. Well, to be more precise he is sprawled out like he bloody owns the place, you’re sat with your back against the headboard picking at the label on your beer bottle.

"Sign of sexual frustration, that." Joe pipes up, smirking at you. You can't fucking look at him right now; you know how he looks when he smirks. You'll want to pounce on him. Your pussy throbs.

"Well, if you hadn't had decent sex for months, you'd be frustrated too." You grumble back, squeezing your thighs together subtly.

"Months? Thought you were seeing that one bloke from your office?"

"Yeah, months ago, Joe. Plus he was so fucking boring. And shit in bed. Had to get myself off when he left." To some videos of you, btw.

"Ah." Joe nods and takes a sip of his beer. "Shame."

"Please don't gloat, Joe, I get it, you're a super hot actor now and the women are throwing themselves at you." You roll your eyes as you speak. Joe barks out a laugh.

"I meant, it's a shame you had to get yourself off after he left, he missed out. Bet that was hot as fuck." He says casually, his dark eyes watching you from his side of the bed. You shove him with your foot. "And you know I haven't been shagging anyone, Y/N."

"Do I? Not even your little red headed friend you were papped with?" You raise an eyebrow at him. Now it's his turn to roll his eyes.

"Jealous?"

"Curious." You lie. Of course you were jealous. She was fucking gorgeous and you knew Joe; the minute those videos surfaced you knew he was flirting with her. But also you knew nothing had happened. Wesley had reassured you. Wesley knew everything. You just needed to hear Joe say it.

"Nothing happened with her. I haven't fucked anyone in months, Y/N. I'm just not interested." Joe sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You know there's only one person I want."

"Joe..." You sigh, your head flopping back against the headboard. "Don't, please. I've told you, I wouldn't be able to handle it if you met someone else, especially some of the women you work with-"

"Fuck, Y/N, what kind of person do you think I am?" Joe sits up, inching closer to you. "I would never, ever-"

"You might though. If we had to spend months apart-"

"Which we have-"

"-you get unbearably horny-"

"-that's what I have a hand for-"

"For fucks sake, Joe, I bloody love you and want you to fuck the shit out of me right now and tell me that you love me too!" You snap, the admission even taking you by surprise. Joe blinks at you. There's a brief, tense pause before he lunges at you, grabbing your head and smashing his mouth to yours. You freeze, brain desperately tying to catch up. Joe feels your hesitation and tries to pull away, but you grab his head and bring him back to you, this time kissing him back properly.

It's closed mouths at first, but you decide to be bold and flick your tongue against his lip. He groans and accepts, opening his mouth and allowing you to taste him for the first time. You thread your fingers into Joe's curls as you kiss, deep and slow, the kind of kisses that make you weak in the knees and dizzy in your brain. Your body shifts against his, making you both moan softly. Joe moves so that you're lying down, him on top of you, and then he suddenly pulls away again, making you whine at the loss of his mouth against yours.

"Are you sure? If we do this, I won't be able to control myself." He says, his voice taking a deeper tone. You nod, and he smiles. "I bloody love you too."

"I know. Can you fuck me now please?"

"Or what, you'll do it yourself?" Joe teases and you laugh. "You'll have to show me that sometime."

"Save that for when you're travelling, Quinn." You reply, grabbing the front of his shirt. He looks down at your hands, an eyebrow raised, before looking back at you. He smirks, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head with one hand.

"Can you keep your hands there for me like a good girl?"

You nod, swallowing, the throb in your underwear almost becoming unbearable. It had been forever, or what felt like forever, since you had been turned on like this. And it's Joe. Fucking Joe who you've been lusting after for fuck knows how long.

He sits you up, still making sure you keep your hands above your head. He tugs at the bottom of your tshirt, looking at you for permission. Again, you nod and he peels off your tshirt, swearing sharply as your tits are exposed, nipples pebbled in arousal. You were pretty glad you'd decided to forgo a bra tonight. Comfort over fashion or whatever it was.

"Fucking hell, Y/N, your boobs are incredible." Joe groans, pushing you down onto your back again and admiring you for a moment. He then strips off his own shirt, taking his place back on top of you, and you whimper at the feel of his bare chest against yours. Joe teases you,skating his fingers along your bare side. His eyes darken, watching your expression as he gently pinches your nipple.

"Fuck, Joe, please!" You whine, bucking your hips into his. The crotch of your leggings brushes over his evident arousal in his jeans and you shiver at the slightest hint of friction there. Joe chuckles.

"Worked up like this already? You really are desperate for a good fucking, aren't you? You're not the only one, baby. I can't wait anymore, need to be inside you."

You're amazed at how he undressed both you and himself whilst still pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. Clearly he has done this before. You swallow down that pang of jealousy; he's with you now, nobody else.

"Hey, you okay?" Joe sees your expression falter as you get lost in your thoughts. His own expression softens as he looks at you with concern. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to-"

"I want to. Fuck me, Joe, and don't be gentle about it. I don't want to be able to walk after." You say with determination, fingers ghosting over his that held you. Joe groans, his eyes fluttering shut.

"You keep saying stuff like that and I won't last long, been thinking about this for way too long." He lets go of your wrists and brings that hand to the side of your head supporting himself as his other hand guides his cock to your pussy. He taps your clit a few times with his cockhead, chuckling at the way your body arches and you squirm with desperation. After he's swiped his cock through your arousal, he pushes in all the way to the hilt, knocking the wind out of you.

He's massive. Well, bigger than what you're used to, thick and long and he bumps your womb when he slides in all the way. The burn is delicious; you can't remember the last time you felt this full, if ever.

"Fuck, Joe," you pant, your walls fluttering around him as you stretch to accommodate him.

"Christ, you're fucking tight. You okay?" Joe grits out, his jaw clenched at how fucking good you feel around him. You nod, and he leans down to kiss you, starting to move slowly.

"No, no, no, no-" you whimper against his mouth. "More, Joe, harder, please, I can take it. Fuck. Me."

Joe finally seems to get the message, and flips you over onto the mattress, face down and ass up. Once again, he grabs your wrists in his hand but this time holds them behind your back. He slams his cock into you, using his grip on your wrists as leverage.

"I was trying to be fucking romantic, love, but you're too desperate for my cock, hm?" Joe grunts, his fast and deep thrusts making you moan into the duvet.

"Fuck yes, Joe, please, I want it!" You moan, every nudge of his cock against your cervix sending a blooming mix of pain and pleasure throughout your core.

Nobody had fucked you this good before. All the guys you'd tried hooking up with to take your mind off of the man who was currently rearranging your guts had crawled on top of you for 10, maybe 15 minutes at a push, encouraged you to touch your clit and left it at that. As long as they shot their load, it was a win for them.

But Joe, Joe was different. So very fucking different. From how he was talking to you, to how he was touching you. He hands leave your wrists and travel to your hair, pulling it into a ponytail and pulling your head back with it.

You let out a sharp moan.

"That's right, baby, let me fucking hear those pretty moans. Does my cock feel good? Cos your pussy feels like fucking heaven, babe, can't believe we waited so long to do this, fuck, i love you so fucking much."

"I love you," you gasp, and Joe pulls you up so your back is against his chest, fucking up into you as one of his hands cups your boob, and the other snakes down to your clit. You turn your head and kiss him, moaning into his mouth as he rolls the pad of his finger over your clit, again and again and again until you break the kiss to cry out his name as you come, long and hard, your pussy holding his cock in a fucking vice grip as a fresh wave of arousal washes over you both.

"Can I come in you?" Joe pants against your mouth, you nod reaching a hand behind his head and keeping it there, tangled in his damp curls as he thrusts a couple more times into you before releasing, cum splashing up against your womb and walls. Joe moans your name out as he comes, his legs shaking with the force of his orgasm. You kiss his face as he rides it out, and eventually his head drops to your shoulder, peppering the skin there with sloppy kisses.

His cock stays in you until it softens, neither one of you wanting to break the connection yet. He hisses with the sensitivity as he slips out of you, and you quickly excuse yourself to go to the bathroom to clean up, albeit on extremely wobbly legs. When you come back, Joe is passed out in your bed, still bollock naked but under the covers, snoring softly. You join him, laying on your side and stroking a hand over his cheek gently. He cracks an eye open and smiles at you, opening his arm for you to snuggle up into him. He places a kiss on your forehead.

"My hand is going to have a hard time comparing to that, just so you know."

#joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn smut #joe quinn smut #joseph quinn imagine #kats hoevember event #kats dickcember event #joseph quinn x y/n

[boa-h]

【Charlotte Cracker】 Summer Wind

You and Cracker met and fell in love during a hot summer, you guys were still teenagers back then. You remember that day, his confession under the sunset.

That was the only time he told you that he loves you.

"Oi, I... I like you. Can we go out.. or something?" He avoided his gaze

"You only like me?" You teased

"Ugh! What more do you want!? I LOVE YOU. IS THAT GOOD ENOUGH?!” He shouted.

"Mm..."

Cracker waited anxiously, "So..?"

"I love you too." You smiled

Maybe it was because of the hot weather or maybe it was the color of the sunset, but both of your faces were dyed a red hue. The warm wind blew past, his cool grin turned into a shy smile, which you found fascinating.

It was a summer that you will forever remember, along with the wind that told your tales.

"Forgive me! But I do love him." Crocodile tears flowed down her face as she begged, "Please let me be with him!"

"And why should I?" You questioned.

The girl was clearly "startled" by your response, "B-because... you're.. you’re not the right woman for him!"

"Ha! Not the right woman?" You laughed, "and you think you are?!”

"Hey, stop it. Be nice." Cracker stood in front of the girl and frowned at you.

"Wuah~ I’m scared… Cracker-sama..." The girl hid behind the large man "You scared her." He told you.

You chuckled in disbelief, "Are you being serious right now? Charlotte Cracker. 15 tears, I've loved you for 15 years, and I've done so much for you. And this is what you-"

"I never asked you to do those things for me." He cut you off.

Your chuckle turned into a laugh, "I see, I see... Sorry for bothering you for all these years then. Charlotte Cracker."

You jolted awake with tears and cold sweat running down your face. You looked over at the man sleeping like a dead pig next to you, aggrievedness raised out of nowhere as you kicked Cracker off the bed.

"Ow! Fuck! What the f-" He immediately paused when he saw the tears on your face, he quickly got back on the bed and embraced you while blabbering, "Holy crackers, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Did I hurt you when I was asleep?"

You listened as you cried onto his shoulder.

"Hey, stop crying already, I don't know how to comfort people, you know that."

"I love you, Cracker. Can you not leave me?"

"What are you talking about, woman? Why the fuck would I leave you?" His ears turned red at your first sentence.

"You still love me, right." You pulled back and looked into his eyes.

"Of course, my feelings never changed. Were you dreaming of me leaving you?" He wiped your tears away with his thumb rather harshly.

You nodded.

"Stupid idiot, I'll never leave you. Now stop crying, you're super ugly when you do." He huffed.

"Cracker..." you sniffled.

"What."

"Your breath stinks."

"FUCK OFF!!"

The wind blew into the opened window as if laughing at Cracker's bright red face along with you, taking away your bad mood in the process.

You two fell in love during summer, and summer never ended.

#one piece #one piece scenario #one piece imagine #one piece oneshot #charlotte cracker #charlotte cracker x reader #charlotte cracker x y/n #charlotte cracker x you #charlotte cracker imagine #charlotte cracker scenario #charlotte cracker oneshot #writing #boa-h

[cerise-on-top]

Heyyy so out of Valeria, Laswell and Farrah, who do you think is the most to freak out over a bug, just kill it or take it outside? Silly ask but yk, thank ya!

Hey there! That is a pretty silly ask! I hope I was able to do it justice!

Valeria, Farah and Laswell Reacting to a Bug

Valeria: She definitely just kills the bug. She doesn’t have the time for something as stupid as some bug and doesn’t really care much for it either. If it was up to her, then all bugs would be dead whenever she comes near them. They’re small pests, doesn’t matter if they’re good for the environment or not. She’ll kill a wasp as much as she’ll kill a ladybug, she doesn’t see any difference in bugs. They’re all stupid, worthless and annoying and are better off dead.

Farah: She takes the bug outside. Farah can appreciate animals. While she may not be the biggest fan of bugs, she doesn’t hate them either. They’re such small creatures in such a big, hateful world. No, she won’t kill them. Although she won’t feel bad for squashing bugs either if she does so by accident. However, they’re usually deserving of life, as long as they aren’t being nuisances. But even then she’ll show them mercy and be nice to them. Besides, some of them look cool. Laswell: I wouldn’t say she freaks out per se, but she does get uneasy around some bugs. She’s been around the world, she’s likely been stung by some wasps or bees and knows that they can be little shits if they feel threatened. Or if they just feel like it. Laswell will flinch a bit whenever a wasp comes near her, but, as I’ve said, she doesn’t really freak out too much. If she can kill the bug, that’s fine, but if it flies outside she won’t complain either. She’s probably killed a stink bug before and figured out the hard way why they’re called stink bugs.

#cod #valeria garza #farah karim #kate laswell #I personally hate most bugs. got stung by a wasp once and I want each and every single one of them dead since #I'm actually really afraid of bugs that fly that aren't butterflies or ladybugs. those don't do anything and are pretty to look at #plus here we say that ladybugs bring good luck. another reason why they're awesome #but I do also like moths. moths are so pretty #one of my OCs is a moth demon and I adore her. she's my favorite among the bunch #but other than that any and all bugs should stay away from me. I don't ljke them they're spooky scary #unfortunately bug season is coming back soon enough 😔 It's gonna be hell on earth again with all the wasps #but bumblebees are pretty cute! right now the bumblequeens are coming out of their burrows to find new ones #bumblebees are adorable. I love it when their little butts stick out of flowers full of pollen #I always called that a bumblebutt. god they're so so cute. #so yeah #not all bugs are bad but most of them are. there are only few exceptions. but exceptions validate the rule as we say in German

[munchmemes]

new girl quotes but it's just nick ( part one )

❛  do you have any pets?  ❜

❛  wait, did you just make up a theme song for yourself?  ❜

❛  i don't think you know what motorboating is.  ❜

❛  why are you friends with those guys?  ❜

❛  you're not ready to let them go. i think you know deep down, once you get your stuff back, you know, it's over over. ❜

❛  oh, hey, you guys wanna see a grown man cry? no? then get out!  ❜

❛  the fact is that i was a mean person and i'm sorry, okay?  ❜

❛  oh, hey [NAME], i live in the photo booth now.  ❜

❛  i just got off three back-to-back shifts. i just wanna sit here all weekend in silence, playing this game, then i wanna go in my room and do weird stuff on my computer. ❜

❛  this is the opposite of being alone. this is the opposite of what i wanted this weekend.  ❜

❛  no, i don't dance. i'm from the town in Footloose.  ❜

❛  i don't need you to ... i don't know, take care of me. just stop being so nice.  ❜

❛  did you just call me 'bro'?  ❜

❛  i'm saying stop trying to take care of everyone.  ❜

❛  i don't wear old man clothes. you don't like the way i dress?  ❜

❛  that's a great plan, [NAME]. be the one that replaces their dead nana.  ❜

❛  i'm surprised you haven't made a game of it.  ❜

❛  and with that statement, you never had sex again.  ❜

❛  my nanny is dead! i'm not looking to make money off of her!  ❜

❛  ugh, would you listen to yourself?  ❜

❛  you know what sucks about getting older? your friends have known you for way too long. they've got too much on you. i want friends who still lie to me 'cause they don't want to hurt my feelings. ❜

❛  i don't need to seem any less cool than i already do.  ❜

❛  please! this is my nightmare!  ❜

❛  hey, [NAME], how you doing? i can't talk right now. i'm in a real weird situation.  ❜

❛  last month i went to a party called 'Bros before Hos on the moon'. what does that even mean? the dress code was yacht flair. ❜

❛  before you, there was like nothing. i've got, like, no one on the horizon. in a hot way.  ❜

❛  you're not my friend right now. you're my enemy, [NAME]. my enemy.  ❜

❛  you don't have to say that. they're my friends, you can tease them. i tease them all the time.  ❜

❛  somehow, [NAME], you've outdone yourself this time.  ❜

❛  this is not gonna be attractive.  ❜

❛  when i work out, which isn't often, i listen to Huey Lewis because it pumps me up. not ironically. ❜

❛  i don't believe dinosaurs existed. i've seen the science. i don't believe it.  ❜

❛  i don't think you have stuff. you're just perfect.  ❜

❛  what, are you like The Bourne Identity person?  ❜

❛  i hate that i'm so turned on by your craziness but i'm ... i'm going with it.  ❜

❛  i'm not good at being in a relationship. i'm good at being that person that you find yourself spending more and more time with until you meet the one.  ❜

❛  no, no. i'm seeing other people too. i'm having sex all the time. i'm like a mailman. except instead of mail, it's hot sex that i deliver. ❜

❛  no, i'm pretty sure it's a 'leatherman' jacket. the leather sleeves the football guys wear?  ❜

❛  no, i don't wash the towel, the towel washes me. who washes a towel? what am i gonna do? wash the shower next? wash a bar of soap? you gotta think here! i get out of the damn shower, i'm clean as a damn baby and i use the towel. ❜

❛  you guys don't wear each other's underpants? you're lying. we all wear each other's underwear.  ❜

❛  he has a gun. he has a gun. stay down. do you still think he's a nice guy, [NAME]?  ❜

❛  i can't believe that worked. you out-crazied a man with a gun.  ❜

❛  a smile is a sign of weakness.  ❜

❛  that's it. people stink.  ❜

❛  i changed my mind. i'll be there. just watching you.  ❜

❛  oh, i'm okay. somebody needs to stay sober to fight them later.  ❜

❛  how have you lived this long on your own?  ❜

❛  we're about to have a ménage a trois 'cause you won't admit you're wrong.  ❜

❛  say that you're wrong and it's over. [NAME], you can't do this but i can.  ❜

❛  first of all, you're gonna need a map of Arizona. and a container that you're comfortable getting urine in.  ❜

❛  yeah, i'm gonna act like you didn't just say that, [NAME].  ❜

❛  you know what, [NAME]? i'm sorry, i'm just feeling very romantic and i have nowhere else to put it so happy Valentine's Day, good-looking.  ❜

❛  well, i got my heart broken and then everything got weird. i started playing guitar in an alt-country-ska band. gambling a lot. there was a really weird week where i wore a long blonde wig an i made everybody call me Sandy Ferguson. then i drove to Mexico and i tried to enter a cockfight. yes, [NAME], as a person. ❜

❛  [NAME], i am so sorry. i just told them a story about when i got arrested in Mexico.  ❜

❛  i wasn't gonna tell you until after you got knocked up and were stuck with me.  ❜

#rp starters #rp meme #sentence starters #roleplay meme #ask meme #tag memes #new girl rp meme #can u tell i have a favourite.

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Esther Maisel is ten years old, and starting to realize that her father’s promises don’t mean very much. 

He’d promised to meet her before the adults disappeared for dinner so they could catch lightning bugs, but he’d passed right by, apologizing, saying he was just too busy.

“But we’re on vacation!” Esther had called. “You’re not supposed to be busy!” 

“Another time, I promise!” 

She’s starting to realize that being ten is too hard. She’s not old enough to do stuff on her own like Kitty and Ethan, but she’s not little enough to garner attention the way Xiulan still is. 

The sun starts to set and she sighs, watching the lightning bugs float around. At least they’re beautiful to watch. 

“That is some frown.” 

Esther huffs out a breath and tries to smile. “Hi, Lenny.” 

“Hello, Darling,” he says, walking up to stand next to her on the porch, nudging her gently. “Why the sad face?” 

“Pop was supposed to catch lightning bugs with me,” Esther tells him. “But he was too busy today.” 

Lenny sighs. “That stinks.” 

Esther nods. “It stinks big.”

He sheds his suit jacket (he’s ready for dinner) and rolls up his shirt sleeves. “Well...I like lightning bugs. I’ll catch ‘em with you.” 

“But what about dinner?” 

“There’s a fully stocked kitchen right behind us in the bungalow,” Lenny chuckles. “I can miss a dinner. C’mon.” 

Esther smiles slowly and follows him down to the grass, and they let lightning bugs land on their hands, inspecting their glowing behinds. 

When it get dark enough that the stars come out, the two of them lay on the grass, looking up. 

“Hey, Dad?” Esther asks. 

“Mhm?” 

“Do you ever think about aliens?” she whisper conspiratorially. 

“All the time,” he whispers. “There’s so much space. There’s so much we don’t know. It’s arrogant to think we’re alone in the universe.” 

“Do you think they’re nice?” 

“I hope so,” Lenny says. “I like to think they watch us then make jokes about how silly we are.” 

Esther giggles. “Like when Mama tells jokes on stage?” 

“Exactly,” Lenny grins. “Humans are so dumb, they don’t even know how to talk to each other through their televisions.” 

She giggles more. “Humans are so dumb they...they have to drive themselves place. They don’t even have robot cars to drive them.” 

Lenny chuckles. “You’re a pretty cool kid, you know that?” 

Esther sighs. “I wish Pop thought so. I think maybe he only wanted one daughter.” 

“Nah,” Lenny assures her. “He loves you a lot. I think he’s just bad at juggling things sometimes. But he shouldn’t have blown you off.” 

Esther nods. “Thanks for hanging out with me, Lenny.” 

He reaches out, sliding her to sit closer to him so he can place a kiss on the top of her head, and rub her arm. 

He herds her inside a few minutes later to make them some sandwiches, and they each them on the porch, waiting for the the rest of the grownups to come back.

“There you are,” Midge smiles as she walks up the stairs. “What are my two favorite troublemakers up to?”

“Mama, we caught lightning bugs and looked at the stars and then Lenny made us sandwiches,” Esther tells her.

“That sounds like so much fun,” Midge beams, sitting in Lenny’s lap. “I’m sorry I missed it.”

“Maybe another night,” Lenny promises, feeding her a bite of his sandwich. 

“Mmm, peanut butter and jelly,” Midge praises. She smiles and reaches out, kissing Esther’s temple. “You should go get ready for bed.” 

Esther nods as she finishes her sandwich. “Okay, Mama.” She hops up and hugs her tightly. “Love you Mama. G’night, Lenny.” She leans in past Midge and hugs him, too, garnering a kiss on the head.

“Goodnight, Darling, sweet dreams,” Lenny tells her. 

As she goes she can hear them talking.

“She’ll be okay,” Lenny assures her mother. “We gotta get Joel to stop being an asshole again though.” 

Midge sighs softly. “A never-ending battle.” 

Esther tries not to giggle as she heads up the stairs to bed. 

#fic #au #tmmm #Lenny Bruce #Esther Maisel

[killemwithkawaii]

L.S.S.: Uh- hey everybody...

....

Mitch(3): ... Ain't 'cha gonna introduce me to your little friends?

L.S.S.: ....Suuure.... This is... Mitch...

Mitch(3): Heeeeey~ What's up, assholes? My little Sally-cat over here told me he's got some buddies he's been hiding from me! Ehehe, he closed his laptop so quick when I came in, I thought he was lookin at something nasty... Buuut, it turns out he just didn't ditch everybody in his life after all, huh? That's so sweet, I'm touched...

L.S.S.: ....

Mitch(3): Sooo, we puttin on a show or what?

L.S.S.: Uh, no? Why would you think that?

Mitch(3): Cuz you got cameras set up, duh! With all a those, I bet we could get a bunch a reeeeal nice angles...

L.S.S.: Can you get your head out of the gutter for five seconds? They're security cameras. I set them up in case- in case someone breaks in, or something.

Mitch(3): ... the paranoia's setting in, huh? Tsk, I know that feel... don't worry though, nobody ever comes out here unless they're pickin' up. We're aaall alone, where no one can hear ya scream... [laughing]

L.S.S.: .....[sigh] Anyway, we already have some questions to answer in the inbox. [barely audible] You think you can stop ogling me long enough to talk about yourself for a minute?

Mitch(3): [barely audible] .....Mmmmaybe..... Hold on, lemme grab another drink first...

Mitch(3): .....

L.S.S.: [laughing] Wow MJ, telling it like it is right off the bat...

Mitch(3): .....

SHUT THE FUCK UP, POLLY. I COULD WRITE MY FULL NAME IN THE GREASE ON YOUR PUSSY AND STILL HAVE ROOM LEFT OVER-

L.S.S.: Woah, woah, chill....

.......

You do stink, though.

Mitch(3): [grumbling] .... I'm a top, I don't need to shower....

L.S.S.: That's disgusting.

Mitch(3): And yet, you're the one suckin me off every day...

L.S.S.: Yeah, I'm not doing that until you wash your balls. And your.... [gestures vaguely] everything else.

Mitch(3): ..... [barely audible] Fine. Whatever...

L.S.S.: ..... Pfffftttt....

Mitch(3): What's so funny?

L.S.S.: Nothing, it's just... pfft [laughing] they're so bad, Mitchie... [laughing]

Mitch(3): What's wrong with my tattoos?!

L.S.S.: Okay, okay, that's not totally true... Only two of the three are bad. The lines on your ear are pretty cool! I like that one.

Mitch(3): ... What's the matter with my other ones...?

L.S.S.: I just... Mitch. 'Lucky you' in script? On your hip bones? That's just.... [laughing]

Mitch(3): Uh, fuck you? It's true. And it didn't stop you from-

L.S.S.: Yeah, yeah... Uh.... [barely audible] We don't have to talk about your other one, if you don't want to.

Mitch(3): .....

L.S.S.: ...Let's move onto the next question...

Mitch(3): .....What, they talkin about your exes or somethin?

L.S.S.: ....Kind of...?

Mitch(3): Well, I may be a douche, but there's gotta be a reason you're hangin' around me instead a them... I bet they couldn't make ya squeal like I can, huh...? [laughing]

L.S.S.: Yeah, sure, something like that...

Alright, I think it's time to hose that grease off of you...

Mitch(3): Oh, you're gonna help...?

L.S.S.: I think we both know that's the only way to make sure you actually get clean while you're in there.

Mitch(3): I mean, you can try, but if you're in there I think we're both leavin' dirty...~

L.S.S.: .... [sigh] Come on, let's go...

#the staycation 🏡💙 #l.s.s. answers #dealer!mitch #danu chan #MJ #tw unsanitary #tw degradation #tw drug use #lime #sorry steve #tw injury #tw objectification #tw unreality #meet the fishers

[themultifandomgal]

Temptation Pt7

Temptation Masterlist

Over the next week Edward decided not to go to school, something about the new girl, Bella and how her blood smells that good that he wants to drink her blood and also the fact he can't read her mind

"Edward you can't just not go to school because of a girl"

"What if I loose control and kill her?" Edward shouts

"Ow" I say poking my finger in my ear

"Kat you don't get it"

"What do you mean? I smell blood just like you and the others"

"But the difference is you don't need it, you don't want it like we do. I wish I could say your lucky, but being a dog well..."

"Hey!" I shout pointing my finger at him

"Everyone else if fine with me, why do you have such a grudge?"

"They are only fine with it because you don't smell"

"Gee thanks" I cross my arms in a huff

"What's going on?" Esme asks coming over to where Emmett and Alice are standing

"Just the usual fight" Emmett shrugs

"If you smelt of dog then you wouldn't be here. It's only because you have keep your sent away and you don't turn into a dog. Also if you hadn't imprinted on Emmett..."

"Right thats enough" Carlisle says walking in the room

"I kept away from people, from wolfs, from vampires for years because I was scared that I would be cast out, just like you do to me, but if you are complaining that I keep my sent away"

"Don't do it!" I hear Alice say from another room

"Don't worry I won't make the house stink, but how about Edwards car?" I run over to the car keys

"You wouldn't dare"

"Oh I would, say sorry or I'll stink your car out" I glare at Edward who glares back at me

"Fine, I'm sorry" I smile at Edward

"Now was that so hard" I pout giving him his car keys back "but seriously, get your butt to school or I will stink out your room"

"Fine" Edward leaves the room

"You two literally act like siblings" Emmett says wrapping his arms around me. I sigh and frown

"You know I technically didn't imprint" I say. Everyone in the room looks at me with a sorry facial expression

"He was just upset, he didn't mean what he said" Carlisle smiles a sympathetic smile

"I know, but that time was rough for me"

"We know" Rose takes my hand in hers and squeezes it.

I arrive at school with in the jeep, Emmett stood on the back while Alice was driving with Jasper and I sat next to one another. Rose and Thomas arrive in their car parking next to the jeep. We head to our lessons and one they are over I meet up with Emmett by my locker. I look over and see Edward talking to the new girl

"What are you thinking?" Emmett asks me

"Should we say hi to her? she's Edwards mate after all"

"Wait until he introduces her to us"

"I'm going to go and say hi" I leave my locker and walk over to where Edward and Bella are

"Hi, I'm Katherine, but you can call me Kat" I give her my hand to shake, which she takes

"Bella"

"I know" Bella frowns at me "I er mean that Edwards mentioned you, you are in bio together right?"

"Yeah"

"Cool, how come you moved?" I ask her as we walk down the hall

"Kat" Edward nudges me

"No it's ok, my mom remarried and so I moved in with my dad"

"So you don't like who she married or?" I ask actually interested in why she moved

"No, erm Phil is a miner league baseball player, and uh he travels a lot, my mom stayed with me at home, but I knew it made her unhappy so I figured I'd stay with my dad for a while"

"Kat will you go" Edward says irritated that I'm intruding

"Whatever" I roll my eyes "nice meeting you Bella" I give her a hug and breathe in now smelling what Edward was on about. I clear my throat and go back over to Emmett "holy shit she smells good"

"You need something to eat?" Emmett asks

"When don't I want something to eat?" I laugh as Emmett takes my hand in his and we walk to the cafeteria.

Later that day, at home time, Emmett and I are stood with the others at our cars. Edward isn't paying attention to our conversation, I look over and see that he's starring at Bella who looks back at him. I look at Emmett who's smiling down at me when we hear a screech and before we know it, Edward is over by Bella

"What the hell?" I whisper as we watch Edward quickly leave and a lot of people running over to Bella who is on the floor. We all get into our cars and speed over to the hospital where we find Carlisle

"This is bad" Rosalie says to Edward, Carlisle, Emmett and I

"Rose, no one will know and any way Edward was saving his mate"

"Please don't call her that"

"15 kids saw what happened"

"What was I supposed to do then? let her die?" Edward whispers back to Rose

"This isn't just about you, this is about all of us"

"Rose, he knows, but thats his m... Rose you would have done the same if it was Thomas" I say

"I think we should take this into my office" Carlisle says looking past us. I turn around and see Bella peering around the corner

"Can I talk to you for a minuet?" Bella asks looking at Edward

"Rosalie, Emmett, Kat" Carlisle takes Rose's arm and pulls her away, Emmett and I follow mine and Rose's heals clicking as we walk. We walk down the hallway and listen to Edward try to convince Bella that he was stood next to her when the car came out of nowhere, she obviously doesn't believe him. She will catch on soon, we all know this and Rose is scared that we will all end up in trouble with the Volturi. Edward walks over to us and we discuss more about what we are going to do about this situation.

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