#and i love how hes crosseyed

[jjanguri]

KIM TAERAE for ELLE Korea

ft. the cutest boxer i've seen in my life

#zerobaseonesource #zb1net #zb1work #zerobase1 #zb1 #mine: gifs #e: predebut #kim taerae #taerae #userhops #usermia #ninitag #his smile is SOOOO CUTE #and i love how hes crosseyed #my angel ever hes so freaking #aaaaaaaaaaa #so hansome so prettiful #ultkpopnetwork #maleidolsnet

[strawberry-creep]

While yes YuiLeo (Yuichi Usagi and Leonardo) is a good ship because they act the same and are both around the same age

Hear me out for a minute

Rise!Miyamoto Usagi to his grandson, Yuichi (I think? I haven’t watched Samurai Rabbit yet) being like “You act just like your grandfather(Rise!Leo)” 

or smthn like that, I haven’t seen anyone do this yet

okay bye

#im a leosagi shipper til I die #Sorry im a sucker for Miya #Yui gives me the ick #why is he always crosseyed #I could bash him for days #leosagi #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #miyamoto usagi #OHHHH BOY YALL HAVE NO IDEA HOW MANY DRAWING IDEAS I JUST GOT #I love silent type x chaotic pairings #jbarfart

[teasteeper]

one of the boys (d.sc)

fuckbuddy!winwin x f!reader, sf!hendery cameo, not proofread, smut, 18+ minors dni

fuckbuddy!win who’s so whipped for you - maybe he’s inexperienced and just in constant awe of you, so pussywhipped he’s basically in love, living for the nights you choose him over your other hoes, entwining your manicured fingers with his slender ones and dragging him around the party, not pushing him away when he circles your waist and plays with your hair as you sway to the music.

he knows he’s an idiot, whimpering out a string of ‘i love you’s into your neck as he pumps his fingers into your warm cunt. and he knows you never say it back, but how could he care when you’re dripping into the palm of his hand, your fucked out body squirming in his bed?

and even though you made it clear that you don’t want any commitment, he knows he’s in too deep, his jaw tensing and eyes narrowing on the nights you choose someone other than him. despite the blue lights in the club, he sees red as you stumble through the front doors, hendery on your heels with his shit eating grin. win hates the way hendery’s bruised and bandaged hand grips your wrist, hates even more how the deep red matches the hickeys on your neck, strategically placed high up on your neck for everyone to see.

what win can’t stand is how pretty you look around hendery, all soft eyes and pouty lips and submission. he tries not to think about how when it’s you and him, he’s the one with that look, like he’d give you anything and everything if you asked.

as much as win can't stand the man who left those marks on your neck, he loves how they look and how sensitive they are, licking and kissing at your soft skin, eyes shut as he listens to you whine and mewl. it makes you weaken, pressing your weight into him from where you straddle his lap, wet cunt bouncing on his cock. his hands are the opposite of hendery's, void of scars and bruises and gentle on your hips, tips of his fingers lined up with the bruises hendery left the night before with his rough grip.

all the evidence of you fucking someone else the night before shouldn't turn win on, he really wishes it didn't. but the curiosity kills him, fluttering his eyes open and letting a sigh pass his plump lips at the sight of you, pretty tits bouncing in his face and dark hickeys trailing your collarbones up to your jaw. it makes him want you more how you barely acknowledge him, your face pinched in the effort of taking his length, brows furrowed and bottom lip tucked between your teeth. but it has to mean something, the way your walls squeeze his cock, slick pouring from your overstimulated cunt, your nails digging into the sinewy muscle of his shoulders.

"do you like when he does this to you?"

it's not intimidating or leading - win's deep, fucked out voice laced with genuine curiosity.

"don't ask me that," you groan, looking down to avoid his lazy stare, watching yourself fuck his cock.

"i'll do it," his voice nearly a whisper, fingertips ghosting over your abused collarbones, "i can do it too. i can do whatever you want me to d-"

his words die in his throat, whimpering when you press your mouth to his and eagerly returning the messy kiss. he goes crosseyed to look at your flushed cheeks and lashes before his eyes flutter closed, all thoughts leaving his head as he melts into you.

it's so easy to shut him up, when he starts asking about hendery or telling you he loves you, all you need to do is still your hips and nip at his bottom lip or push your fingers into his mouth. he falls apart so fast, dark eyes glazing over and jaw going slack as his tongue pushes against yours or rolls around your digits.

"m'sorry," he mumbles into your mouth, squeezing your hips bucking his cock up desperately into you. "m'sorry- jus' fuck me, please baby."

#winwin #dong sicheng #wayv #nct #winwin smut #winwin x you #winwin x reader #sicheng smut #sicheng x you #sicheng x reader #wayv smut #nct smut #wayv hard hours #wayv hard thoughts #nct hard hours #nct hard thoughts #mine #wayv drabbles #nct drabbles

[ineffabildaddy]

ineffabildaddy fic masterlist

all my fics are aziraphale/crowley💙

you can read @bowtiepastabitch's analysis on some of the ways i explore queerness in my fics, with an excellent addition by @lalalunamoth, here!

i'm humbled to say that a few of my works have been recced by @fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic - you can read those posts here!

CURRENT WIP

long time listener, first time caller (E, 3/7 chapters posted) - crowley is in love with the voice of aziraphale fell, late-night radio host, and the face of the handsome stranger he passes in the park every day. what will happen when he introduces himself, and when he has to choose between them?

COMPLETED FICS

you're a mirror i cannot avoid (E, 1k) - south downs domestic, erotic softness as aziraphale reassesses what it means to be himself🪞 Tumblr | AO3

take me as your wife (E, 1.9k) - a chance romantic meeting between crowley and aziraphale in a country inn in the 1750s🍷

in your own time (E, 33k) - human priest au set in tadfield, in which crowley and aziraphale are childhood best friends finally reunited. catholic school, apple trees, hogback wood, holy sex, and more⛪️

Just Up The Stairs (E, 39k) - cowrite with @foolishlovers, art my @omens-for-ophelia! quiet, gentle and romantic neighbours human au featuring lots of music and harry the rabbit🐇

close (well, you couldn't get much closer) (E, 1.4k) - post-ineffable divorce shenanigans featuring crowley using a replica model of aziraphale's penis, through which aziraphale can feel... well, everything❗️

I'm Beginning to See the Light (E, 22k) - gentle enemies to ardent lovers office christmas party human au which quickly devolves into body worship and gender-affirming sex - transmasc az, service top crowley🎄⚧

Despite Knowing Better... (E, 10.9k) - aziraphale and fem!crowley deal with the ineffable divorce by meeting in the bookshop once a week to fuck, while attempting to hold each other at arm's length. things get messy in the process...💔

Strawberry Scripture (E, 6.5k) - pwp oneshot. aziraphale and fem!crowley celebrate averting the apocalypse by playing with food, and with crowley's scales...🍰🐍

ONGOING FICS

crosseyed and painless (E, 2.9k) - dom!az and fem!crowley pwp in which crowley has asked aziraphale to help her relax after a long day, and the results are not at all what she expects💦

Many Different Ways to Eat an Oyster (E, 6.5k) - aziraphale and crowley meet in ancient rome, where crowley admits that he's a virgin. aziraphale sets about putting this to rights immediately🦪

FICLETS, POEMS ETC.

i have waited (M, 0.4k) - poem in which crowley ponders how he has waited for aziraphale over the millennia🕰 Tumblr | AO3

core of a clementine (E, 0,5k) - touch-starved crowley explores the sweet torture of aziraphale's seemingly innocent, mundane actions🍊 Tumblr | AO3

you're so golden (E, 0.9k) - while coupling under cover of night in the garden of eden, crowley discovers that aziraphale has golden stretch-marks. and they aren't the only part of him that's golden...✨ Tumblr | AO3

Only in Dreams (E, 0.5k) - post-season 2 aziraphale pov musings, as he hopes to visit his lover in dreams, if not in the waking world🌫 Tumblr | AO3

Blasphemy (E, 0,4k) - crowley muses about holiness, blasphemy, and how they interact with sex with aziraphale✝️ Tumblr | AO3

Do You Remember? (E, 0.8k) - aziraphale reflects on his first time with crowley - a time in which "they aren't talking" post-season 2💘

Flecks of Stardust (G, 0,2k) - a love poem from aziraphale to crowley🖋 Tumblr | AO3

I Know (E, 0.7k) - crowley reckons he knows exactly how aziraphale wants him... 🌅 Tumblr | AO3

Solitude (G, 0,4k) - supreme archangel aziraphale reminisces on his encounters with crowley through the ages ⌛️ Tumblr | AO3

Please Touch Me (E, 0,5k) - touch-starved crowley reflects on the kind of connection he wants with aziraphale 💭 Tumblr | AO3

#good omens #fanfic #ineffabildaddy #pinned

[brodieland]

Hai!!! could you please write hcs about Leo Valdez with a punk reader?

.˚ 𓈒 ��.𝝑𝝔 "Have I ever told you how good it feels to hold you..." ´ˎ˗

Leo Valdez x Fem!Dionysus!Reader Synopsis: Punk reader headcannons!!!! Warning(s): nothing I don't think, I might be reforming idk Word Count: 795 A/N: 2 post in one day?? grind never stops clearly. this made me realize that I listen to more punk bands than I thought I did (if u couldn't tell I get called emo at school), anyways I haven't done headcannons before, so this might be kinda trash, but these were really fun lowk

Leo Valdez was nothing but a curious guy

so when he was just strolling through camp and heard a loud thud in the Dionysus cabin, he had to check it out

he'd never been in there before, but he knew it shouldn't have been as messy as it was.

the cabin was covered in band posters, consisting of Green Day, Blink 182, and chuckled when he read one that said Buzzcocks.

that's when you noticed him standing by the door

"who're you?"

you had a fierce look on your face that made Leo gulp

"Uh, I'm Leo."

"cool, well whatever your doing, im busy looking for a lighter."

That's when you backtracked and walked toward Leo, and he felt really intimidated right now. like you were gonna shove him out, not like he knocked anyways

You had dark make-up, and darker clothes, and your blue hair was starting to fade hair.

"your the fire boy, right?" Leo just nodded

"gimme a lil fire would ya??" you demanded.

Leo sparked some fire from his finger as you held a needle over the flame, he just raised his eyebrow as you walked over to the mirror

leo's jaw just dropped as you pierced your belly button, giving no reaction

he may have just fallen in love

from that day forward you both started getting closer, becoming really good friends, and eventually start dating!!!!

you weren't as intimidating as you may have looked, your just a sweetheart in dark clothes

you guys hung out a lot in your cabin, since you only had one sibling who was almost never home

he would ask about your posters, asking to listen to some of your favorite music

it may not have been his favorite thing in the world, but you had a massive grin on your face as he listened so he went along with it just for you

(may or may not have slowly started liking it more and more)

he listens to your favorite songs on replay to learn the lyrics, so he could jam out with you (boyfriend material!!)

he lets you do your make-up on him

though he won't wear it out, its a cute gesture (you sit on his lap while you do the make up)

he's always down to match with his girl

even his nails, even if they quickly chip off the next day in the forge

its the thought that counts, he supposes

he helps you redye your hair, getting the spots in the back you can't reach very well

he even let you dye a matching streak in his hair

he literally could've give a flying fuck what people might think of you, or what you like, he loves you for you

defends you if someone makes a diss for you being "emo" (lets learn the difference guys!!!)

mans just a massive simp for his girl yk

when he noticed the electric guitar in your cabin, he absolutely demanded you play it

and he def recorded you playing as well

he showed the recording to his friends, bragging about how cool and hot his girlfriend is

his wallpaper is a 0.5 of you midway doing your makeup, so like one eye covered in black and the other one completely naked

he said it reminded him of like a panda or something, you just wished he'd take one where you didn't go crosseyed

you have a bunch of random stick n pokes, mostly just small little stars around your fingers and wrist, Leo helped with the ones on your dominant hand, since you couldn't do those yk

you tried convincing him to let you pierce his eyebrow, but needles, sadly, scare him (maybe one day!!!)

they're times when your room gets to messy with clothes, every now and then he catches himself stepping barefoot on one of your spiked bracelets

he takes it upon himself to clean up a little for you, and how grateful you are for your boyfriend

you wrote his name on the neck of your guitar, now whenever you play you see his name and think of him

you bedazzled some of his tools

and by bedazzled, you glued mini spikes on like the edges on the handle parts of his tools, and now they matched your bracelets

matching rings for sure

hes had to convince you not pierce your tongue at like 2AM, considering you had no idea what you were doing (this happened three times)

he surprised you with a Ramones poster for your birthday, one that you've been looking everywhere

you absolutely jumped on him thanking him

"Baby, I love you" by Ramones is your guys song

"Have I ever told you how good it feels to hold you, it isn't easy to explain"

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson pjo #percy pjo #Leo valdez #leo pjo #leo hoo #leo valdez hoo #leo valdez pjo #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez headcanons

[bellaireland1981]

Rescue Mission at the Hard Deck

Summary: You’ve been eyeing a certain aviator at the Hard Deck for awhile... and according to friends, he’s been eyeing you right back, neither making the first move. That is... until his friends leave him hanging and in need of rescuing and you have to embark on a rescue mission... at the Hard Deck. 

Pairing:  Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female Reader, appearances by the Dagger squad, Penny and some OC friends. 

Warnings: None, Pure fluff. (Maybe slight mentions of anxiety/angsty feelings if you squint REALLY hard) 

WC: 3,397

A/N: I Do not own Top Gun: Maverick characters. All OC’s/Reader characters are my own. I do not give permission to copy or translate my work onto any other platform of site. Reblogs are always welcome! As always, THANK YOU to @beyondthesefourwalls​ and @waywardodysseys​ for always being willing to bounce ideas around with me and being my biggest encouragers with writing! You both are AMAZING! :) 

You were sitting with your friends off to the side and tucked slightly back from the pool table currently occupied by a group of regular aviators to the Hard Deck. It was a known hangout for Naval Aviators but your friends and you never let that deter your group. You’d stumbled upon the bar one of the first weekends after arriving at UCSD for grad school and had continued to come long after you’d graduated and started your career. Friday nights were Hard Deck nights. It was an unwritten rule among your friends. Lately, you’d come to look forward to Friday nights. Not only because you got to unwind after a long week of reading manuscripts and editing until you started to go crosseyed, or because you got to spend time with your friends… but because as of a few months ago, a new squadron of aviators had become regulars at the Hard Deck and one of them in particular had caught your eye. An incredibly tall, muscled flyboy with warm brown eyes, wavy sun kissed brown hair, a mustache that on anyone else would have looked stupid, and a penchant for Hawaiian shirts.

“So when do you plan on actually TALKING to him, Y/N?” Ashley asked. “You’ve been eyeing him since they showed up a few months ago, but haven’t made a move.”

“He’s been eyeing her right back,” Lia said laughing, “If it wasn’t so obnoxiously frustrating, it would be adorable.”

“Stop it.” You grumbled, “Nobody is eyeing anyone. Y’all are the obnoxious ones.”

“You, ma’am, are a liar!” Lia exclaimed, “And because you’re a liar, the next round is on you.”

“You both suck.” You grumbled, getting up to head to the bar.

You made your way through the crowd, pushing through people as needed to finally reach the bar.

“Hey, Kiddo” Penny greeted you, smiling, “Need another round?”

“Yup.” You replied, “Because my friends suck and conned me into this round.”

“How did you manage to let that happen?” She asked, preparing the drinks.

“I simply said that nobody was making eyes at anyone and got called a liar so had to buy drinks.” You complained.

“Sorry, Kiddo.” She laughed, “I’m with the girls on this one. You and Rooster have definitely been makin’ eyes at one another for weeks. I’m actually pretty sure there are bets on when and who will make a move first.”

“Are you serious?” You groaned, “Well, that’s embarrassing.

“My money’s on you, Kiddo.” She winked, sliding the drinks your way.

“You too?” You questioned, horrified. “Penny, as much as I love this place, I might need to find a new bar now.”

“You’d break my heart, Kiddo.” She said, then nodded in the direction of the piano, causing you to look over your shoulder to where Bradley was sitting down getting ready to play, “And his.”

“Y’all are the worst.” You said, gather the drinks. “Add these to my tab, please.”

You carefully carried the drinks back to your table to your friends, setting them down on the table. Your friends eyed you knowingly as you sipped your drink, watching Bradley entertain the crowd.

The following Friday night finds you once again at the Hard Deck. Your friends are running late though, so you’re sitting at the bar while you wait. It’s not overly crowded yet, but several aviators had found their way in after finishing up for the day. There were a few groups of civilians that had wandered in off the beach as well. Penny was serving drinks on the other side of the bar so you just sat and took in the crowd.

“You’re not normally at the bar.” An amused  voice sounded next to you. “And you’re usually here with friends.”

Turning you see the only regular female in the group of aviators that hang out by the pool table.

“Could say the same about you” You laughed, “My friends are running late so I decided to hang out here while I wait.”

“I’m Natasha.” She said, smiling, sitting on the vacant stool next to you, “Or Phoenix, which is what the boneheads over there call me mostly.”

“I’m Y/n.” You offered, “You’re a very patient person to put up with all of that testosterone on the regular.”

“I’m used to it.” She shrugged, laughing, “They’re not so bad once you get them under control.”

“Like wrangling a bunch of puppies?” You asked, “Are they at least housebroken?”

“Oh my God, I love you!” She laughed, almost snorting her drink, “You wanna join us while you wait on your friends? I’m guessing it would make one of those puppies very happy.”

“And here I thought we were on the road to becoming friends, Natasha.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“Oh come on,” She replied, “He’s never gonna get off the perch and make the first move, the man’s notorious for that. He’ll die on that perch. Help him out. He’s not good at reading signals… even when you’re clearly into him. This game of cat and mouse will go on for literally…forever.”

“There is no game.” You said. “He’s hot. Really. Fucking. Hot. I’ve seen the girls that hit on him and that he actually flirts with and I am not them. He’s kinda outta my league, so while I will happily look, I’m gonna leave it at that.”

“You’ve got that absolutely backwards, my new friend.” She said, “The offer to join us is always open.”

With that she headed back to her squadron, leaving you at the bar to replay the interaction in your head long after your friends arrived and you were once more seated at your normal table.

It was a couple of Fridays later before you were able to make it to the Hard Deck again. You’d been buried at work under manuscripts, working insanely long hours, and had had to fly home the week before for a friend’s wedding that you had agreed to be a bridesmaids in. Needless to say, you were more than happy to be back with your friends in your normal routine at the bar.

“Well look who finally decided to join us again.” Penny teased when you finally made it to the bar, having to push your way through the crowded bar. “Missed seeing your smiling face.”

“It’s good to be back, Penny.” You smiled back, “I missed you too.”

“Where’ve ya been?” She asked, pouring your vodka soda. “Have had a couple of inquiries on that actually.”

“Work has been absolutely insane, and I had to fly home for a wedding.” You said. “It’s just been a busy couple of weeks. What’ve I missed?”

“Just a sad flyboy.” She replied, nodding her head towards the pool table. You rolled your eyes but looked over to the pool table, seeing the group unwinding as usual. The man in question didn’t appear to be as sad as she made him seem. He was actually surrounded by a couple of very attractive women, a smirk on his face.

“Oh yeah, real broken up by my lack of patronage at the Hard Deck.” You said dryly, rolling your eyes again Penny, when you’d turned back around. “Start a tab, please? I saw the girls at the table.”

“Sure.” She said, “It’d be worth a closer look too, Kiddo. It’s not always as it seems from afar.”

“I’ll take it under advisement.” You said, “I wouldn’t place any more bets though.”

You headed over to the table by your friends, setting your drink down and sliding up onto the chair.

“I have absolutely missed this.” You said, “No more skipping Fridays.”

“How was the wedding?” Ashley asked, “You haven’t really said much about it.”

“It was alright.” You said, “Just weird to be back around everyone from high school. Definitely sucked to be single and fielding the ‘so when will you be settling down and blah blah blah’ questions from everyone. And to make it even more wonderful I ran into my ex.”

“Ouch.” Lia said, “How did THAT go?”

“Not great.” You simply said, “I ended up kneeing him in the dick when he got too handsy with me after one too many cocktails.”

“Damn, I wish I’d have gone with you!” Ashley exclaimed, “I always hated that asshole.”

“I wanted to do a lot worse than kneeing him in the dick after the way he treated you.” Lia agreed.

“I love you both.” You smiled, “Karma took revenge though. He’s literally working a dead end job back home and the girl he cheated on me with turned around and cheated on HIM with his best friend.”

“Good. He deserved that and more.” They agreed.

“The female pilot that’s usually with that group… Phoenix?” Lia said, “She was asking about you last weekend, I guess Hawaiian Mustache was moping pretty badly because you were gone again.”

“Natasha.” You said, “We talked a bit the week you were both late. She’s great. She invited me to join them while I waited for you both.”

“And you didn’t because…?” Ashley asked.

“Ashley, look at the girls currently surrounding him.” You said, “Then look at me.”

She glanced over, taking in the women trying to shoot their shot with the aviator. Turning back to you, she leveled you with an honest look, “Y/N, sweetie, I am looking, and all I’m seeing is a man trying to be nice but who is desperately trying to get clear from unwanted advances. His body language is screaming he’s uninterested.” She explained, “Look over there and you will see the tense grip he’s got on the pool cue, the stance trying to turn his body away from them, looking anywhere but at them, smiling politely but it’s not reaching his eyes… Sweetie, that man is super uncomfortable.”

“Sad really, because he’s got all of his friends who are supposed to be his wingmen in the air but apparently they don’t protect him on the ground?” Lia added.

You looked over, taking in the situation with new eyes. Penny was right… the situation wasn’t always as it seemed when you got a closer look. Bradley was clearly uncomfortable and trying to make it known but his friends weren’t stepping in and the women weren’t taking a hint. You hated seeing anyone put in situations they weren’t comfortable in and you weren't going to leave him hanging….even if rescuing him would make you extremely uncomfortable.

“Ok, I can’t watch that anymore.” You said, “I’ll be right back…. Just … promise if this gets too awkward y’all will come rescue ME?”

“Absolutely.” Ashley promised, smiling.

“We’ve got you.” Lia said, “Wait, Y/N, you’re going the wrong way!”

“I need reinforcements.” You tossed over your shoulder, heading to the bar quickly. You pushed your way through people, not willing to waste time.

“What can I get you, Kiddo?” Penny asked, “Conned into another round?”

“Nope. I need a shot of something strong STAT.” You said, “And whatever Bradley’s drinking. I’m going on a rescue mission.”

“You got it, Kiddo.” She smiled, pouring you a shot of tequila and handing you a lime to chase it with. You took the shot, tossing it back and popping the lime into your mouth while she grabbed a beer from the fridge for Bradley. “Here you go. Mission is a go.”

“Oh my God, I might throw up.” You grumbled, “I don’t do this kinda stuff, Penny! What am I doing?”

“I’ll let you in on a secret, Kiddo.” Penny said leaning over the bar, “My money was always on you. I have all the confidence in the world in you.”

With that you turned, taking the bottle of beer for Bradley and hoping the tequila kicked in before you got to the pool table. You had to push through people once more but you were a girl on a mission, tunnel vision in full swing.

Much too soon for your liking, you found yourself at the pool table and for the first time face to face with the man you’d been eyeing from the safety of your table for months. Taking a deep breath and putting on a smile, you handed him the beer and slid your arms around him, plastering yourself to his side. Sweet Jesus nobody warned you the man was this ripped under his Hawaiian shirts. You could feel the muscles rippling under your fingers when you rested your palm over his abs.

“Sorry I’m late, Babe,I got stuck at work.” You smiled widely, looking up at him and hoping he caught on. A surprised but warm smile spread across his face as his own arm came up to wrap around you, pulling you in closely.

“You’re right on time, Sweetheart.” He replied, his smile growing, “Thanks for grabbing me a beer, but where’s your drink?”

“I downed that before leaving the bar.” You replied, honestly, “Will probably need another soon. And you two would be?” You asked, turning your attention to the women who’d been making Bradley uncomfortable.

“Who are YOU?” The blonde with way too much makeup and clearly fake boobs asked, looking you up and down.

“The girlfriend, but who I am doesn’t really matter. What DOES matter is the fact that neither one of you can read social cues.” You said. “Because obviously, he isn’t interested in either one of your fake tit, dog tag chasing asses.”

“Excuse me?” The other one piped up, jumping in.

“No, I don’t think I will.” You replied, “Now take your Bitch ass selves away from here and next time, when a guy is literally trying to move away from you, doesn't make eye contact, is gripping the pool cue to the point it’s almost breaking, and looks like he’d rather vomit than talk to you… chances are.. He’s just not that into you.”

“Alright ladies…” One of Bradley’s friends…Hangman you think… finally stepped in, “Time to leave.”

You took a small step back from Bradley, taking a gulp of fresh air into your lungs, the realization that you’d really done that sinking in. The women finally stomped off, to the applause from your friends sitting at the table.

“Thank you.” Bradley chuckled, reluctant to let the beautiful firecracker he’d had eye on and been longing to talk to for months go now that you were right there. You felt good in his arms, and he about fell in love on the spot the way you’d come to his defense.  “I’m Bradley. Or Rooster.”

“I’m Y/N.” You replied. “You’re welcome. It was painful to watch, someone had to step in.”

“He’d have shaken them eventually”  Hangman said, rejoining after chasing off the women.

“But should he have to?” You asked, turning your body to face down the rest of the group now. Might as well go all in at this point. “Y’all are supposed to be a squad right? Does protecting one another only apply while flying at stupid high speeds? You’d think if you were friends you’d have his back on the ground too and realize that those women were making him REALLY uncomfortable. Hell, MY friends picked up on it from three tables over and were ready to come in guns blazing.” You turned back to Bradley offering him a small smile, “I think you need new friends. Yours are broken. It was nice to finally meet you though, Bradley.”

Turning, you headed back towards your friends, but then beelined for the bar again, in need of another drink. You had  a feeling at this rate you’d need to get a ride home with Ashley or Lia, or call an Uber if they couldn't drive either.

As you walked away to the bar, Bradley turned to look at his friends who all had looks of utter shock and disbelief on their faces. His heart bursting at your complete defense of him. Had Phoenix been there she’d have high-fived you. He couldn’t wait to call her and tell her what she’d missed. He turned back to watch you walk to the bar, a smile pulling at his lips. He was officially a goner. “I’m gonna marry that girl.” He said, turning to follow you to the bar.

“I see it went well.” Penny said as you got back to the bar.

“Vodka cranberry, please, heavy on the vodka.” You replied, plopping down onto a stool.

“You got it, Kiddo.” She laughed, pouring you the drink.

“If that’s your post game drink, what was your pregame?” Bradley asked, sliding up to the bar next to you.

“A shot of tequila.” You replied, peeking over at him. You were unsure what kind of ground you stood on now that’d you’d basically said his friends sucked. You weren’t wrong and you stood by it, but it left you very unsure.

“At least let me buy the post game celebratory drink.” He offered, flashing you a heart stopping smile, “You make a great wing woman, Sweetheart.”

“Thank you.” You said, feeling heat creep up into your face, “I’m sorry for calling your friends broken.”

“Don’t be.” He laughed, “You weren’t wrong. They do suck sometimes. In the air though, they really do have my back, I promise.”

“That’s good to know. I’d hate for them to leave you hanging when it’s really dangerous.” You said, “Although, those women looked pretty scary.”

“I’m really glad you came to rescue me.” He said, “Phoenix will probably never let me live it down… I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to come talk to you for a while.”

“Did you know there are apparently bets on how long it would take and which one of us would approach the other first?” You asked him.

“I did not know that.” He said, “But I can guess who started it, and you most likely already told him off once tonight.”

“Actually,” Jake said, approaching the bar cautiously, because honestly you kinda scared him, “I’ll have you know it was Trace that started the bet. So take it up with her. Also, Spitfire, you were right before. We let Rooster down as his friends and his wingmen. We’re sorry.”

“You don’t owe ME an apology.” You said, “I’m not the one you hung out to dry and let the vipers sink their claws into.”

“Damn, you really don’t hold back.” He laughed, “I think I like you… you scare me a little… but I like you.”

You simply stared at him, until he turned to Bradley, smiling and shaking his head.

“Rooster, man I’m sorry we didn’t intervene.” He said, “We were shitty friends and had we been in the air sure as shit wouldn’t have let that happen, shouldn’t have let it happen on the ground either.”

“Thanks, Hangman.” Bradley smiled, then looked over at you and winked. Satisfied you smiled and returned your attention to sipping your drink.

“So who won the bet?” Bradley asked.

“I dunno.” You replied, “I guess you’ll have to ask your friend Natasha. Penny told me she put her money on me though.”

“I say we find out who won and make them pay for our first date.” Bradley suggestd, looking at you hopefully.

“Is that your way of asking me out on a date?”  You asked, looking up at him, a smile tugging at your lips.

“Seemed fitting.” He replied, “I mean after all you’re my girlfriend right? That’s what you told those women… We should probably have our first date, if you’re already my girlfriend. Besides, we’ll need a good first date story to tell the grandkids.”

“We jumped from a first date to grandkids?” You asked, laughing, “Let’s just start with the first date, see where it takes us.”

“I’ll take it.” He agreed, “Any chance you’re free tomorrow night? Figured we’ve waited long enough.”

“I am.” You replied, smiling. “I think we have too.”

“Here.” Penny said, sliding an envelope across the bar in between the two of you, smiling, “Phoenix organized the bet, but I was in charge of collecting bets. And… I told you my money was always on you, Kiddo. First date is on all of us.”

Bradley opened the envelope and counted the money inside, laughing as he set it back down.

“Sweetheart, we’re going to have one hell of a first date story for our grandkids one day.” He said.

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#bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun fanfiction #Miles Teller

[sinfullyrosey]

Wading in the Pool (Jade Edition)

Jade Leech X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Teratophilia, Fingering, Breast Fondling, Overstimulation, Skinny Dipping, Mild Oral

Fandom: NoOoOoOo, you can’t write the tweels as anything but mean!!1!

Me: Haha, soft Leech bros go brrrr!

I do plan on writing a Floyd X Male!Reader version to go with this one using the same basic premise (eventually). But for now, enjoy Jade fingering you in the pool like it’s the 80’s!

All characters are 18+

The weather had turned hot at Night Raven, the air a bit humid and pushing those to find ways to cool off. You were no different and after a long week dealing with the blistering heat, you decided to take a dip in one of the private pools.

Accompanying you was your partner, a certain mushroom-loving, eel twin, Jade. He was in his eel form for just for this special occasion, while you were resting atop his front, completely bare. It was much too hot for swimwear and it was only you two in the pool together, so you saw no issue in resting your back against him while you two float along in the calming water.

Your legs dangled on either side of him, the gentle waves lapping up against your legs. One hand rested on your stomach while the other waded in the water, splashing back and forth along with the waves. You felt Jade’s long tail pedal underneath you, seemingly following your hand motions.

You smiled and relaxed completely, closing your eyes in total bliss in his hold, and letting out a content sigh.

Your serene reverie was quietly interrupted by the sudden sensation of cold hands messaging your breasts. You squirmed under the attention, feeling one of his hands make its way down towards your vulnerable groin. You finally cracked open an eye when you felt his fingers graze sensitive skin.

“Mmm, Jade, stop, you promised…”

He chuckled and nuzzled you, but ceased his actions regardless. His hand remained close by, rubbing a thumb along your inner thigh. 

“Sorry my dear, but I simply could not resist you in such a state.”

He tried to play it off, but you weren’t having it, much too tired to deal with his antics. You huffed and leaned back your head to glare up at him.

“You promised no funny business if I skinny dipped with you. That included any lewd stuff.”

He responded by kissing you on the nose, making you go crosseyed and heart flutter. No. You couldn’t give in to his whims. You crossed your arms and tried hiding your smile by puffing out your cheeks. He looked at you fondly.

“You look a little tense is all…” He continued. “… I merely wanted to relieve any tension you may still have.”

Bullshit.

But you began to slowly cede, nonetheless, when the burning of your loin started to be too much. His previous light petting had alighted a flame that was now slowly growing the longer his hand stayed so close but not close enough.

You unconsciously started to rub your thighs together to gain some kind of friction. The action did not go unnoticed by the sneaky eel and he hummed teasingly.

“It appears my shroom sprout is tense after all.~”

“N-no thanks to you! Mmn, you and your stupid t-teasing!”

You let out a keen after he managed to squeeze his hand between your closed thighs and start rubbing at the wet spot again. You spread your legs to give better access and began moaning while he worked at your crotch.

His fingers gently stroked your folds, parting your lips to lightly tease at your entrance. This time he didn’t cease his movements and continued to work at you. Your body trembled at the jolts of hot pleasure shooting up whenever his palm would “accidentally” graze your poor, neglected clit.

You could feel yourself getting wetter as he worked his fingers along your sensitive area. Quiet whines and moans escaped past your parted lips and your eyes rolled back. The coil was building up but had yet to reach its sweet release, despite just how desperate you were by this point.

“Jade, please, ‘m gonna-“

You were cut off by the twin suddenly rubbing at your swollen clit with his thumb, rolling it in circles. You gave a choked gasp as a few tears gathered at your eyes. Your body was jolting forward the best it could given your position, trying desperately to add to the already torturous friction. You were panting and your pussy leaking with your own sticky fluids, coating his fingers and running down, making a mess on him and yourself.

You so desperately wanted to cum, tired of having been teased for so long and now overstimulated with the treatment he was giving you. Jade’s pace had picked up, making the coil in your groin only grow tighter and hotter, but never being quite enough to send you over the edge.

You were muttering a chorus of “please” under your breath, begging him to bring you to orgasm already. But Jade did not pick up anymore speed, nor did he seem keen on doing so anytime soon. He was more than content with dragging things out until you were a weeping mess on top of him.

You thrust into his grip to chase your release, whimpering and begging him so nicely. You didn’t have anything to grip onto or use to push back against, legs still dangling at his sides and arms trying to find to perch against his chest.

Jade grinned at your expression and needy movements. So adorable. He placed a single kiss on your forehead, getting a whine out of you. While you appreciated his more tender signs of affection towards you, right now you just wanted him to focus on your weeping pussy. 

By now his fingers were coated in your slick and a wet squelching sound was heard as your cunt leaked more and more of your hot juices. His other hand had went back to groping at one of your breasts, playing with a nipple until it was perky and hard. You were almost in tears at the overstimulation.

You were just on the edge of finally coming undone, eyes closed and solely focused on the powerful pleasure on your lower half. Your inner walls started tightening and squeezing at nothing, clitoris twitching against his thumb. Your toes curled in the water, kicking in an attempt to thrust more against his hand.

Finally, the coil snapped and a wave of hot whiteness blurred your vision as your body wracked with the intensity of your orgasm. Your mouth fell open in a silent cry and your lower body lifted up into the air, thrusting into his hand still working at your pussy and clit through your orgasm. More slick came gushing out, spilling all over his hand and dripping onto the two of you and into the water.

You slumped back against him, panting heavily as your vision cleared. The cloudy haze distracted you from the empty feeling of his hand pulling away from your entrance and towards the water to wash his dirtied hand off. Your pussy was still twitching and cooling off from the mind-numbing treatment.

“See, now you don’t feel so tense anymore.” He cooed.

Indeed, your whole body felt like jelly at this point, unable to lift a single muscle. You let out a tired groan, head lulling to the side and still dazed. He nuzzled your exposed neck while you caught your breath.

After a few minutes of you gathering your bearings, Jade made to shift your position on him. You let out a groan of protest at the new position, you on your stomach and groin now in front of his face.

“Now then, I think it’s only customary for me to clean up the mess made.”

You were about to ask what he meant by that when you felt a smooth, slick tongue lapping at your soaked folds and puffy clit. You were too tired to move and could only lay there as he cleaned you of your juices. Your mouth fell open once more and a stream of moans and whimpers spilled past your drooling lips.

So much for relaxing and cooling off in the pool.

#Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland Smut #TWST #TWST Smut #Jade Leech #Jade Leech Smut #Jade Leech X Reader #Fem!Reader

[chapel-of-rizztual]

HELLO, OPENING THIS WITH SAYING I SAW A BUNCH OF YOUR REGRESSED GHOUL FICS AND I'M IN LOVE:( regressed ghouls mean the world to me.

BUT I WANTED TO SHARE A LITTLE MOUNTIAN THOUGHT

Mountain curls up as small as possible when he'd little, trying to fit in the smallest of places just to make himself feel smaller. He gets really upset over his size when his regressed and just wants to be held and carried:(

THAT'S THE THOUGHT. (this can be taken as a simple ask to share silly thoughts or could be used as a fic prompt)

ANYWAYS HAVE A GOOD DAY !

thank you so much!!! I’m so sorry it took me so long to reply!!!

Mountain doesn’t regress often but when he does he’s tiny. Sometimes even smaller than Dew. And when he was like this he wanted to feel small as well, which offered some issues considering the ghoul was a giant. 

When he first started regressing and no one knee just how deep he got, Cumulus had once found him behind the sofa, wedged between the wall and sofa, his green eyes hazy and unfocused, blinking up at her. She’d tried to move the sofa, which only caused him to whine out in distress and curl up into a tight ball, Hugging his knees to his chest. She’s run back up to her room to grab a blanket and a pacifier, one that she’d gotten for Sunshine but the ghoulette ended up not liking them when she was regressed. She wiggled her way between the gap and curling up with him, covering them both in the blanket and placing the pacifier between his lips. He let out a confused squeak at first, going a little crosseyed trying to see the thing in his mouth but happily settled back down, sucking on the rubber as Cumulus rancher fingers through his hair. 

Another time Swiss had found him hidden under his bed. It was such a small space Swiss had no idea how Mountain had managed to squeeze his way under there. He was curled up tightly in a ball, hugging his carrot to his chest, grasping something in his hand. He had that same hazy, unfocused look in his eyes. Swiss somehow managed to pull him out from under there, Mountain had whined and burst into tears immediately, feeling too exposed and too big for his current mindset.  Swiss had placed him on his bed and wrapped him up in his thick duvet. He managed to get whatever it was out of Mountain’s hand, it was a pacifier, bright yellow with a little sunflower on it. Swiss had no idea where it came from, he’d never seen it before but he slip it into Mountain’s mouth and tucked the duvet tighter around him. It worked. He stopped crying almost immediately. 

After that, Mountain starts going to one of them when he feels himself staring to regress. Cumulus knits him a blanket, the biggest one she’s ever made so it’s big enough to wrap him fully in and he loves it. Swiss wraps him up in and carries him the abbey with him all day as does his chores. Despite his size Mountain is actually very easy to carry so Swiss can just tuck him on his hip and keep him there all day. Mountain loves it so much, no matter how small he regresses he always purrs and thrills so much whenever Swiss carries around. 

#Little mountain has my heart #regressed ghouls #the band ghost

[amrv-5]

once again i will be predictable and ask for a BJ song!!! :)

HELLO YES ALWAYS LOVE BEEJ! and I will go with Crosseyed and Painless - Talking Heads. SUCH a Beej song to me for a lot of reasons.

First, I think it reflects some of my favorite parts of his character arc -- a guy who shows up somewhere where the rules are different than anywhere he's been before, and in the process of acclimating discovers he's changing -- or maybe discovers something he always was ("Lost my shape / trying to act casual"). At the same time it's something completely out of his control, forced by circumstances he can't control or step away from long enough to get a perspective on what's happened ("Can't stop, I might end up in the hospital / Changing my shape, I feel like an accident"). That identity flowstate, the way Beej seems to uncover something real and deep and genuine (anger, among other traits) the longer he's at the 4077, even if it's a discovery he's not all that comfortable with, fits... and then, when he's trying to gather himself into the person he was, the guy who is going to fit right back into Mill Valley like nothing happened ("I'm ready to leave, I push the facts in front of me") we see him gather a basic set of self-identifiers, 'facts' that will help him, or so he hopes -- wife, kid, kid's birthday party, Mill Valley, misassigned civilian -- that nevertheless can't encapsulate the reality of who he is now, and how he's changed ("Facts lost, facts are never what they seem to be / Nothing there, no information left of any kind" + "Facts are simple and facts are straight / Facts are lazy and facts are late / Facts don't come with points of view / Facts don't do what I want them to / Facts just twist the truth around / Facts are living turned inside out / Facts are getting the best of them / Facts are nothing on the face of things" + "Facts are useful / useless in emergencies").

Plus I think it really gets to his repeated expressions of frustration (his line about whatever happened to following the rules, and having things turn out) with the failure of his life / self to live up to easy, cut and dry expectations ("There was a line, there was a formula"). And then there's that endless repetition of "I'm still waiting"... very Beej to me. He's waiting for a lot of things all the time, and nearly never gets them. Or when he gets them it's not according to the "formula"... if he takes the opportunity to ship home right away in GFA, he has to make the choice to leave Hawk in the hospital, a hard, necessary choice he can only allow himself to regret in retrospect, one he doesn't have all the information he needs to make -- just a blind decision. And still there's a whole stanza (I would argue) in this song that fits that dilemma basically perfectly:

The Island of Doubt, it's like the taste of medicine Working by hindsight, got the message from the oxygen Making a list, find the cost of opportunity Do it right, facts are useful/useless in emergencies

#ask game #that's a lot. sorry. but this is SO FUN #THANK YOU ZANE!!!!!!!

[hellfiremunsonn]

requests for joe? how about him forcing his stubborn partner to put on sunscreen hmmmm???

rude because you attacked me with sunscreen earlier that day before requesting this (not actually rude hehe)

He'd be so sweet though, as usual cause he's a walking teddy bear... while also somehow being a gremlin?

You're putting your shoes on, almost completely ready to go out and the minute you stand up Joseph is in front of you with a bottle of sunscreen lotion.

you'd roll your eyes and smile "Joey I don't need any" and try to get past him, but he's too big and grabs you by the waist, pulling you back to him.

"My love do you remember what happened last time" he'd tease knowingly. One time you forgot to reapply your sunscreen when visiting Italy with him, and got so sunburnt you had to stay home in your underwear laying like a starfish in bed because everything hurt.

"It was one time!" You'd protest trying to wiggly out of his warms, pushing your butt back into him to gain space but he'd only hold you tighter.

"C'mon please? Just your shoulders?" he'd give you that sickly sweet puppy dog smile and of course you'd have to give in, because when he's looking at you like that, how can you say no?

"Okay fine" you say and from where you stand you let him rub the lotion onto your shoulders.

He'd say "Thank you" even though he has nothing to thank you for, and then he'd place a kiss onto your shoulder just before you turn to face him.

"Alright we're going to be late lets go" you say quickly, but just before you can turn towards the door he dots a glob of lotion onto your nose with a cheeky grin

You'd gasp quickly, eyes going crosseyed to catch the bridge of your now white nose. "Joseph!"

#hellfiremunsonn asks #Joseph Quinn #hellfiremunsonn blurbs #Joseph Quinn blurbs #hardcandywriting #alfie🌱 #Stranger Things #Stranger Things blurbs

[gaylittlerichie]

4 and 8 for writer asks :)

4. Share a headcanon about (character name) in (story title)!

gonna assume crosseyed & painless cuz it’s the only 1 i talk about on here!! likely will never be addressed but richie is a little bit nonbinary tbh

8. Is there a story idea you have that you would love if it could appear fully realized but that you do not think you’ll ever write yourself?

i always think about an indepth + canon compliant + character study longfic of richie immediately post-derry, how he gets on at college etc, but anything about The Forgetting makes me too sad to write and it would have to be 99% OCs which would just not spark joy for me personally…im only here to play with my loser club dolls

#ask #wip tag

[toto3yoyo]

IM SO MAD BC WHY IS THE CLAPPY TIRO LOOKING AT US I SWEAR I WILL GRAB THEIR FAKE A$$ HAIRRRR BE A LION NOT A HUMMAN YOU WANNABE LION KING AND DONT GET ME STARTING ON THE ROCKERS IM BEEFING WITH HIM AND HIS WANNABE GAY LOVING GIRL I THATS WHY JJ IS CROSSEYEDDDD I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY YALL LIKE HIM AND DONT FORGET ABOUT YELLOW DJ AND HES STUDENT WITH IS CROSSEYED BLACK EYE HE LOOK LIKE A OCTOPUS OH IM NOT FORGETTING ABOUT KARATE JOE THAT BOY HAVE NOTHING ON ME I HURT PEOPLE OH AND HIS DAD LOOK LIKE THAT MILITARY WANNABE KARATE MAN THAT BOY HAVE TO LIVE WITH HIS SON BRO DOES NOT KNOW HOW TO COOK POOR JOE HAVE TO STAY WITH HIM OH AND MR UPBEAT WEN I SEE YOU UPBEAT WEN I SEE YOU IN MY BLOCK BOY YOU WILL SEE YOUR FAMILY EYES LOOKING AT ME CHORUS KIDS IM BEEFING WITH KIDS NOT MEN or..NVM BUT RAPMEN THEY LOOK LIKE MUSTARD AND KETCHUP WITH WALKING WHITE PANTS THEY ARE GAYYYY RAP WOMEN THEY ARE GAY TOO LOCKSTEP THEY IS NOT LESIONSIG TOO MUSIC THEY IS THE MUSIC

#rhythm heaven #i hate #rhythm tengoku

[baberoe-archive]

hiii ive gotten tagged in various tag games and such and i am very bad at remembering to do them so ive grouped them here 👍 if anyone wants to do any of these then i have tagged you i really love hearing abt all of u and ur beautiful lives :-) <3 anyway here goes!

okay first up! tagged by @ep6bastogne to post my currents of various kinds and take yall on a tour of my phone here goes

last song: bug like an angel by mitski babey. bug like an angel

currently watching: just finished a community rewatch and im doing my darnedest not to just rewatch all over again. abed my friend abed. he is missing from. me

currently reading: parisian avant garde in the age of cinema or something along those lines by jennifer wild its for research i barely understand it and it makes me feel pea brained 👍

current obsession: obsessed with napping coziness etc. really yearning for autumn

annnnd here r me phone shots. peep the history of our flesh pinterest board that i made and then added two images to and then gave up on👍

and @hellofanidea tagged me to shuffle and list my first ten songs! i use spotify so idk how well my liked songs reflects what i listen to but we shall see!

pillar of truth - lucy dacus

shattered ring - sza

barracuda - heart

rc - requin chagrin

crosseyed and painless - talking heads

sunrise - new order

kin - kevin abstract

dance dance live version - fall out boy

clairvoyance - requin chagrin

looking up - paramore

[lyricfulloflight]

9-1-1 Rewatch

Season 3, Episode 18: What's next?

I remember the first time I watched this being very surprised to see Abby again. I guess I just thought her storyline would be forever unresolved, but I was wrong.

Chris and summer camp. If there was any doubt Buck is Chris' other dad, this conversation should eliminate them - poor guy's just as worried as Eddie.

Love the support for Hen - she is amazing.

Poor Athena, coming home to that fireplace. Even though I loved the Bobby/Michael bonding moment earlier, that must have been quite the shock for her.

Of course Athena doesn't see herself as a victim, was anyone surprised by this?

I appreciate the the entire crew of the 118 looks overwhelmed and shocked when they get to the accident scene.

I pains me when Abby gets upset and just screams out she's looking for her fiance and you can just see Buck take it let a punch to the gut. His poor brain just goes offline for a moment. But of course he just switches right into self sacrifice mode - of course I shall risk my life and go get your fiance, of course I will.

Train car stuck in the air and unstable - Bobby's got it. He brought all the cool tools.

Worst kind of team huddle - deciding who you can safe and who you can't.

Puppers! Hard at work, still cute.

The disgust in Eddie's voice when he finally tells Bobby why Buck is so determined to save Sam (It's Abby - like the sound of her name makes him sick) - very platonic. Just a bro worried about his friend never thinking of his own safety first.

Buck: How can I do this dangerous yet heroic thing?

Bobby: Why are you such a pushy little jerk?

Eddie: Everyone shut up!

And somehow Buck ends up outside of the train car. Wonder how Eddie managed to get that to happen (yes, I am giving Eddie credit that I'm not sure he deserves, but who else could have been the mediator?)

Oh, and Hen and Chim help a teenager with an internal decapitation! This episode has all the drama.

Eddie checks in on Buck - because he knows he's not really okay.

Glad Athena has support from a professional to help her process everything.

Michael's wonderful news! Smaller tumor and flirting with the hot doctor? Go Michael!

Buck looks so uncomfortable. Kinda proud of him for asking Abby the hard questions. He deserved better from their relationship, from her. It pains me how sad he still looks at the end, like he was somehow a problem, like he wasn't enough.

At least we get the silly party at the end.

Buck and Chris cuteness.

May asking Maddie for guidance/advice.

Karen and Hen roasting Michael about his 'fire pit'.

Buck and Eddie and the beads, which leads to the more important forehead touches and crosseyed Eddie.

I would just like to say as someone who also figured out they were likely pregnant because food smelled gross - Maddie's lightbulb moment is so real.

#9-1-1 #9-1-1 rewatch #season 3 #buddie #athena and bobby #maddie and chim

[darkobsessions1989]

Okay, so I wrote this little self-contained tribute one-shot fic for @engagemachine , and she suggested I post it. So here it is, lovelies! Enjoy!

Her cheek is pressed into his chest, one arm tucked up between their bodies and the other coiled around his back. She's tangled her legs up with his, ensuring she's as close as humanly possible before venturing to speak.

"Mr. J?" She whispers, voice small and quiet in the dark.

He makes a low and acknowledging sound in the back of his throat while his fingers continue tracing absent and idle patterns along the base of her spine.

"I think…" She buries her face a little deeper in his chest, squeezes her eyes shut and mumbles into his shirt. "I think there's something wrong with me."

His idle tracing pauses very briefly, and he says nothing for a few seconds. Then, "You sick?"

"What? No, I--" She breaks off, distress clear in her tone. "I just think maybe I'm… not what I'm supposed to be… You know, not normal"

"So what?" He says, unconcerned.

Her brow is knit when she cranes her neck up to look at him, eyes full of hurt and worry. "Y-you think so too? You think… think there's something wrong with me?"

"Course I do." He replies flatly, tightening his arms around her when she shifts like she might try to get up. Just as her lip begins to quiver, he adds, "You're here with me, aren't you? You want to be here?"

He says it knowing she'll be softened by the implication that no one who's normal could possibly want him.

"Yeah." She says softly, trying to search his face. "Yeah, I-I do want that. I… I want you."

"Good." He clips, matter of fact, then wedges his thigh up a little higher between her legs so that he can feel the heat of her.

"So, you're not normal." He confirms while brushing her hair aside with his free hand so that he can tip her chin up even though she's pressed so close that he nearly goes crosseyed trying to look down at her. "But normal is boring. I don't. like. boring."

He says it like whatever she thinks she's 'supposed' to be is distasteful. And even though it sounds kind of harsh, her heart swells with his words. Because he makes it sound like it's all okay. Like he doesn't mind how messed up she is. How broken. He doesn't care that she isn't like those other girls. He likes her anyways.

And that's enough to make her eyes well up, her throat tightening with an onslaught of emotion. That's really all she's ever wanted. Someone who'll just love her anyway.

She doesn't think she'll ever be able to express to him how much that really means to her. But she swears to herself right then that she's going to try. Every day and always.

#My writing #Tribute fic #Burn #Engagemachine

[incarnateirony]

Oh man that's funny I just went crosseyed on an anon that sent me like a block of nonsense and somewhere in that block of nonsense they're screaming they won something because I didn't post whatever other anon spam of literal nonsense I didn't post and also probably went crosseyed on the mania of before ignoring. Truly someone needs to intervene for these people.

sis get in line?

imagine fighting to win my lowest priority anon. are you winnin, son?

Therapy

Jesus christ if you are reading this on the phone of a loved one experiencing weird behavior you've checked the phone of give them an intervention they are fucking unwell.

Seriously, stop, stop trying to win, stop trying to tell yourself you're positioned better, if I pretend I know nothing maybe that'll make you feel better, I do not know, but you will never actually find the happiness to fill the emptiness you're feeling by lashing out at a rando on the internet literally a dozen times a day while he's mostly ignoring you building his D20 campaign for gay dragons, I don't know how to explain this to you.

Look at all the efforts put into something that, while fictional still manages to be more important than you, who receive none effort and froth about it.

I need you to understand that proving jack shit to irrelevant losers falls squarely behind me speccing the fuckable furry characters in system, and you really need to crucify the ego before it's far too late and you pine away chasing your own screaming reflection to fight in my inbox. All this over you guys failing out yet again and feeling clowned about your FBBC takes and admitting I'm right in 3 anons or less. And that yes, you are in fact just bloodthirsty hags waiting for drama, begging anyone will consider you important enough to try to prove you wrong about the pages of willful misunderstandings you spam me with compulsively while pretending you're completely sane and balanced and in touch with reality. Like oh, wait, you're full clowned here, let's try to make me explain why you're a clown about all the other things you're being intentionally dense about so you can continue seeking attention via appeal to amnesia and brain damage to fight about things you lost about last time and acted too dumb to understand then, too. Or, you know. Realize you're fucking insane.

Cope.