#everybody wants some fanfiction

[veritable-trash]

You Know The Rules

look at that stupid slutty mustache... god please answer my prayers just this once

Pairing: Finnegan(Everybody Wants Some!!) x Fem!Reader

Summary: God you hate him.

Word Count: 2K

Rating: M - mainly for drugs babayyyyy, weed, that good, otherwise it's pretty clean in these sheets(this time around)

A/N: haha. no one asked for this. but listen! all my glen powell sloots we need to remember the original. sweet daddy finnegan. mustached, shaggy haired, 80s baseball player i mean i couldn't have written a sluttier man if i tried. this movie isn't the greatest, but the music is dope, the outfits are cute, and it serves as a public service announcement that men need to start wearing crop tops IMMEDIATELY. this is a petition for men to start dressing like sluts again so i can finally be at peace. anyways this is completely and utterly self serving but the glen powell top gun resurgence just kept reminding me that this is peak glen to me. give me mustaches or give me death!

sorry that i haven't written... or literally done anything of value in an eon. my brain has given up and also i moved and am currently unemployed and am about to go travel for three months and want to write but have zero inspiration and tumblr makes me sad because everyone is so good at writing and i am a troll under a bridge. this is me trying to release the need to produce things of "value" because does that even mean anymore? i hope someone finds this a little fun because honestly i kinda did :) hugs and kisses <;33333

tell me what you think! i'm literally begging! on my hands and knees! the desperation is palpable yeesh

masterlist yay yay!!!

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College.

What a fucking heinous place. Filled with suffocating expectations, the constant need to pretend you’re someone you’re not because of everyone else’s supposed opinions of you. 

It made you want to vomit. 

And yet here you were, cowering in the corner of the kitchen at this stupid, lame, awful college party. A baseball party no less. Those absolute heathens. Probably the worst category of men on this campus by about 20 miles and you were definitely counting. 

The joint you haphazardly rolled in the absolutely disgusting bathroom crackles between your lips as you try to tune out every single person here and catch the steady baseline of the song playing hoping that that will somehow lull you into a state of calm.

This new weed sucked shit. All stems, all seeds, and got you high for about 30 seconds. You were going to kill Willoughby when you saw him. Honestly the only baseball player in this house you liked and even he was about to get moved right onto the shit list with the rest of the men of this house. 

Your friends had badgered you endlessly all week to ask Willoughby for the invite, not that you really need to even ask him. Girls? More than one? The baseball boys were already salivating like it was their last meal on death row.

The standards in this place were in the fucking basement. 

Some would call you a pessimist. Angry, bitchy, snippy, negative, the whole gambit and they might be right. But college was a fucking weird ass place that made your skin crawl and your anxiety spike and all you wanted to do was smoke your green, pass your classes, and watch your cartoons in peace, please and thank you. 

And then his voice cut through your slow building haze like a serrated knife on a chalkboard. Made of sandpaper.

“Sweetheart! I thought Willoughby mentioned you’d be here, and why am I not surprised you’re toking it up alone in our kitchen, my favorite little stoner weirdo.”

Finnegan.

The absolute ultimate fuck. 

Mustached, wide shoulders, shaggy blonde, crisp baby blues, he was everything your vagina yearned for until he opened his stupid mouth. And of course that was just as pretty as the rest of him too. 

You’d met him for the first time freshman year. Fresh faced and thinking the world was truly your oyster, he’d popped into your life in intro to philosophy and swept you away with his silky, fancy words and the fact that he looked like that. 

He’d invited you to the first baseball party you’d ever gone to and made you a special promise that he would be your knight in shining armor for the night. That he’d be waiting for your arrival, was counting down the minutes till you showed up at his door and he could dance the night away with you.

That was until you saw him sucking face with Tracy. Who was also in your intro to philosophy class. 

Obviously, you’d hated him to his core ever since. 

But for some reason he’d stuck around. Always kept tabs on you, always had a class with you, always found you at any party, bar, disco, literally fucking anywhere and it made you want to tear your hair out. 

He was your pretty boy kryptonite and you needed him to leave you the fuck alone.

“Oh Finny. Finny, Finnegan, fuckhead. You know I thought I’d somehow be able to avoid you tonight but it seems like my stalker persists no matter the obstacles.”

Smoke trickles from between your clenched teeth and he has the audacity to stare at your lips and grin.

Fucking grin!!!

“You wound me princess. Ain’t even gonna share that little pinner of yours, I mean the absolute cruelty of it all.”

The grins still blazing on his lips but in Finn fashion he has to play up his part. 

Clutching at his pearls, leaning against the kitchen counter like you’d just stabbed him straight through. Your eyes roll so far back in your head they almost launch themselves out of your skull. 

“No Finn, I’m not gonna share with the likes of you. Go find Will and get him to roll you one, he’s the one I got the weed from anyways. Or maybe go find some other poor unsuspecting girl to do the deed for you, but you ain’t getting shit from me. You know the rules sweet Finny: ass, cash, or grass and god only knows I ain’t taking any of those three from you.” 

You regret those last few words the second they enter the air between you.

Because Finnegan’s eyes drop straight to your mouth again and now he’s crowding you into the corner of the counter. 

“Oh sweetheart if you just let me show you what this ass can do I think you would be singing quite a different tune. You think I’m all bravado and show but you and I both know the two of us could be quite a duo. I just know you’re absolutely unreal beneath that veneer of hatred you slap on.”

He’s still staring at your lips, the joint hanging limply between them as you try and control your breath and not cough up a lung. 

Two can play this fucking game.

You take a thick drag, the tip burning bright orange and crackling like cinders and his eyes only deepen in shade. The smoke curls out and up into your nose and he stares at you his jaw dropping a little slack as you play him like the fucking fiddle he is. 

“Finn.” Your index finger trails up his arm as you ash the joint in the sink, and you can feel the muscles of his bicep twitch with the contact. “If you think I’m gonna let you touch me you’ve lost your god damn mind. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go find some peace and quiet. Away from you.”

Your voice is sticky sweet and he barely registers that you’re telling him off for the millionth time tonight until you’re traipsing out of the kitchen at lightning speed before you do something else you’ll regret. 

He got too fucking close this time around. You let him get too fucking close. 

Your feet stomp quick up the stairs to the only safe place you’d ever been able to find in this house. 

The roof. That blissful open space, like the crispest breath of fresh air it tasted almost minty. Your hands dig into your pockets looking for your weed, your lighter, and your rolling papers-

Fuck.

Of course you’d forgotten papers, predicable as always and fucking annoying as hell and you’re about to turn back down the stairs when your eyes land on something sitting on the windowsill. 

Finn’s wood pipe. 

You loved to hate it but it was his calling card. Stupid and quirky and so perfectly him that the sight of it made you heart twist just a little. 

Not that you would ever fucking admit that. 

Well beggars can’t be chooser as they say. 

It’s deceptively crisp out on the roof as you shuffle around other groups till you get to your super secret corner on the far side of the house. No one ever seems to want to venture this far and you could smoke in peace and tranquility as the rest of the party raged somewhere far, far away. 

The bowls packed, green just catching a smolder and you have to admit the stupid Sherlock Holmes pipe is kinda fun. Maybe you’d leave a fresh bowl packed for sweet Finn as a secret thank you gift. 

Maybe this weed was stronger than you thought. 

“Alrighty first you don’t share your joint, then you verbally assault me in my own house, and now you’re smoking out of my pipe? You really are trying to start a fight with me this evening now aren’t ya?”

Your eyes are red rimmed and your brain has that pleasant haze coating every synapse and you can’t find it in you anymore to really fight Finn right now. The stars look too damn good and the tree has hit too damn deep to let your hackles rise.

“You know maybe I’ve been giving you a bit of a hard time, but you damn well deserve it.” You smile around the pipe as you take another drag, but this time you pass it to Finn as he sits down just a little closer than usual. 

His fingers snag against yours as you pass it and you both flinch a bit at the contact, sparkles zipping up your arms.

He stays quiet this time around, pulling puffs as you both watch people flit around the grass below you, the party continuing into this seemingly never ending night. 

Friday’s, they really were something.

Your knees knock, fingers catching again as he passes the pipe back to you. Another pull fills your lungs and you lean back, back, back until your back presses down on the cool paneling of the roof and you let the smoke drift up and away among those pretty little stars. 

“Finn you can just be so fucking annoying sometimes, I just wanna shut you up for like five seconds so we can all take a fucking breather.”

He laughs at that. Real and deep, curling around the base of your spine as he turns to stare down at you and the feeling spreads all the way to your fingertips. All the way to your toes.

“I’m well aware, but it’s sorta a part of my charm. I’m just waiting for it to final start charming you.”

Your eyes click to his, haze lifting for a split moment, and his eyes twinkle almost brighter than the stars. 

“That’s such a fucking line and you know that shit doesn’t work on me. Fool me once and all of that jazz.” But you can’t stop staring at him and now his eyes color puzzled, a little hazy as he tries to decipher your words. “Oh come on, freshman year? You invited me to the party with all your fancy little words that you love to spin for me to only find you eating Tracy’s lips straight off her face? Honestly she still talks about that night to this day so I guess in a weird way kudos to you but man that did sting a bit.”

You chuckle around another pull and you go to pass it back but he’s clearly no longer interested in that. He seems very intent on memorizing every detail of your face under the stars and you can’t help but wiggle a little under his hyper focused gaze. 

“I-I didn’t know that you were there that night. McReynolds told me you’d left with some dude and Tracy was more than willing to fill in that blank.”

Oh fuck.

You’re both just staring at each other as moment after moment click like puzzles pieces. Every snippy comment, every lingering glance, every class, every time you just happened to run into each other all no longer strange coincidences and some secret hatred. Every little moment stitching itself together till it left just you and Finn. 

And there’s that fucking grin again.

But it’s softer this time, a little less sleazy and a little more lovely and now you’re sure his eyes are brighter than any star. 

Your own lips tick up with a soft, nervous smile.

His fingers card between yours and he brings your knuckles up to his lips, stupid mustache tickling your skin in ways that make you shiver. 

“I feel like nows the time to return to my earlier question since you finally shared some of that green with me, so what do I owe ya? Ass, cash, or more grass?”

You snort into the air between you and his grin splits into a megawatt smile and you finally let yourself tumble head first into kissing stupid, idiot, fuckhead Finnegan.

“Ass, 100%.”

~~~~~

tell me what you think if anyone is actually reading this because i'm bored and this site is lonely and i just want some weirdo friends who also think mustaches are peak sexiness. alright i need to go to sleep the psychosis is taking over :P

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[adhd-merlin]

Look at the beautiful piece I commissioned the talented @irishyuri to draw! Based on the ending of my merwenthur fanfic, because that scene kind of wrote itself and I ended up liking it a lot, actually. So, if you've read and liked it, here's a lovely visual to go with it <3 (If you haven't read it, I won't spoil it. You know, just in case you want to check it out).

#crying over gwen's gorgeous dress #look at them!! my babies #i've just watched some merlin & gwen scenes from ep 1x03 and i'm having feels about them now #they are so precious #me remembering i'm an adult with a job and i can buy myself fanart if i want to: #“guess what? it grows the economy. benefits everybody. hurts nobody” #do check out irishyuri's other art btw it's great!! #especially if you're into merwaine #merwen #mergwen #merwenthur #mergwenthur #merlin fanart #merlin fanfic #merlin fanfiction #merlin #gwen #merlin and gwen #fanart

[coconutcordiale]

In honor of How To Lose a Guy In Ten Days and Matthew McConaughey: “Great Answer.” “Good Question.” With Hangman

make my motor run

pairing- finnegan (everybody wants some!!) x afab reader

synopsis- everyone thinks finn is so sweet. you're not convinced.

warnings- 18+ minors and glen powell - you are not welcome here. protected piv, oral (f receiving), slight dumbification/degradation, praise kink. reader has ethically not great motives around sleeping with finn but do we honestly think finn cares? no

length- 2.1k

an- not hangman, but it's still glen so...close enough? this is the crossover literally not one person asked for - how to lose a guy in 10 days (if you squint a little) & everybody wants some

idk y'all, i don't have it in me to be ashamed anymore. this is just smut with some bants. idk if anyone even wants to read this but the glen powell brain rot is real so it had to be done so it'd stop rattling around in my mind. blame glen and his stupidly handsome face and the fact that he steals every scene he's in

title from my sharona - the knack

tagging some finn peeps - @sebsxphia / @iguana-braces / @justalonelyslytherin

It’s Saturday night. Against your better judgment, you’re at the rickety baseball houses, silently debating if you’ll have time to get a tetanus shot before your study group tomorrow morning.

Finn twirls his pipe between his fingers, leaning against the porch railing in a ridiculous paisley button-up. “Aside from how to take my breath away, what do you study here, ladies?”

“Does that ever actually work on real, human women?” You ask, ignoring the elbow to your ribs that Sophia digs into your side, presumably to get you to shut up.

The blond tilts his head, processing. He eventually grins. “Take no prisoners kinda gal, aren’t ya? I like that.” 

You hold back a grunt when Sophia elbows you again, answering the question before you can snark him any further. “We’re both journalism majors.” 

Going to take a sip of your drink, something you’ll surely need to swallow whatever faux-enlightened comment he has about that little piece of information; you furrow your brows when you realize it’s empty.

“I’ll grab you another drink, try not to miss me too much.” Finn winks, the bastard. What a ham. 

Your eye roll is barely contained when Sophia gives you a knowing look. 

“Oh, come on, he’s sweet,” she insists. 

“You’ve seen him with other girls, right? Everything out of his mouth is a line, Soph. It’s all bullshit. He’s pandering to us, so he seems better, different than his asshole teammates. It’s insulting.”

“Then why haven’t you told him to fuck off?”

“I think he’d be a good subject for my article.”

Her eyes widen. “About benevolent misogyny?”

“That’s the one.”

“How far are you gonna take this? Sleep with him to prove a point about how far a chauvinistic male will go for sex?”

You shrug. You hadn’t really thought it through, honestly. It’s not like it’d be a chore, he is pretty hot when he keeps his mouth shut.

She takes your silence as confirmation. “That’s kind of fucked up.” 

“Can’t be worse than changing your entire personality every other night just to get laid.” 

+ 

You find yourself sitting on the roof with Finn, having already shown up his mediocre golf swing. You’d never admit it to Soph, but your article is the furthest thing from your mind right now.

“True or false: all fundamental beliefs are reasonable.” You’re so taken aback by his pop quiz you almost don’t notice him sitting down behind you, pulling you into the space between his legs.

Smooth. You roll your eyes, but don’t move away. “False.” 

You can hear the smile in his voice. “I see someone’s already taken Philosophy 101 with Roberts.” 

“Yes, but that’s irrelevant. That’s an insane statement regardless.” 

When you turn to catch a glimpse of him you see him opening his mouth, ostensibly to argue, but you shake your head. “My turn. True or false: all’s fair in love and war.” 

“True.”

You can’t help the smirk that tugs at your lips. “Great answer.” 

Finn positively beams. “Good question!” His hands drift up from your hips, working their way under your flimsy tank before he brings his lips to your ear, murmuring, “True or false: you’re gonna let me take you inside so I can take you apart.” 

Your breath hitches. “True.” 

He turns your head to him, mouth pressing against yours, mustache tickling you, soft and sweet for just a moment, before he slides his tongue into your mouth filthily. “Let’s go then, honey.”

Your tiny denim shorts and little tank get lost on the floor of his bedroom almost immediately, skin ablaze as he pushes you back onto his bed, on soft forest green sheets that smell like him – warm and spicy and earthy. He stays standing as he makes quick work of his own clothes, raking his eyes across your naked form.

You try not to shy away from his gaze, meeting his eyes defiantly as you feel slick pooling between your thighs. You’re barely keeping yourself from rubbing them together, words laced with an edge you don’t feel. “Thought you were working on a degree in cunnilingus. Put that mouth to good use, Finn.”

There’s a sparkle in those green eyes that you catch just before he braces himself above you, arms bracketing your head. His words are muffled against your skin as he kisses his way down your body. “Overheard that, did you? Knew you were paying special attention to me.”

You roll your eyes, mouth open to respond, but he drags his lips across your collarbone before his mouth closes around a nipple, effectively driving any wit from you.

He pushes your legs open wide, settling himself between them. His chest presses into the mattress as his arms wrap around your thighs where he’s busy putting them over his shoulders. When his mustache brushes against your thigh's sensitive skin, it sends shivers racketing through you and you feel his smirk only centimeters away from where you want it. 

He licks his lips as your resolve crumbles with every passing second.

“C’mon, Finn, please,” you whine, threading your hands through his shaggy hair, trying in vain to pull him closer to your cunt.

“Impatient,” he tsks. You lean up to fix him with a glare, but it only makes him chuckle. “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll take care of you.”

He finally, finally licks a stripe up your slit, and despite it being exactly what you asked for, you tug on hard on the blond hair between your fingers in surprise. He groans long and low, vibrations rolling through your body from your center where his lips are busy fixing themselves to your clit. 

His buries his face in you, moaning against your cunt as his tongue laps at you like a starved man. “Could spend hours drowning in this pussy, tastes so fucking good.”

The sound that leaves you in answer to that is pathetic – high and whiny – hips bucking. His big hands are gripping you so tight you’re sure there’ll be bruises high on your legs tomorrow. He stiffens his tongue to fuck it in and out of you, nose bumping your clit and making you shake, your eyes rolling back into your head.

Any sense of shame, any idea that you should keep yourself quiet in this house full of strangers has left you – your existence narrowed down to your hands in his hair, his lips on your cunt, the moans tearing their way from your throat, unbidden.

Your legs dig into his back, urging him in, hurtling towards the point of no return so fast all you can think of is needing more. He moves his lips back to your clit, hand loosening his death grip enough to slide a finger into the wet mess you’ve become at the same time he curls his lips and sucks.

“Don’t stop, please, Finn I -” You’re begging now, grinding against his face as much as you can in the vice-like grip he still has on you. He doubles his efforts, tongue working over your clit harder, finger inside you curling as you burn with the intensity of it, electricity bursting beneath your skin as the tension finally bursts, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

Your legs feel like jelly. You let go of his blond locks belatedly, resigning yourself to your new existence as a puddle, a melted version of your former self. 

He looks up from between your legs and grins. 

You grab for his arms where they’re still flexed around your thighs, bringing him up face to face with you. He smiles, dropping sweet kisses to your parted lips and warm cheeks. Whining, you wrap your legs around his waist, wordlessly trying to pull him to you, get him inside of you, greedy for him.

“Don’t tell me a smart girl like you doesn’t know how to use her words,” Finn goads, laughter curling in his words, and you’re torn between wanting to smack him and beg like your life depends on it. You’re so distracted you barely notice him shifting his weight to his knees so he can reach for a condom, tear it open with his teeth, and roll it on.

You try to glare but he braces himself over you again, rubbing his cock between your folds, catching your oversensitive clit and a truly embarrassing whimper comes out, eyes blurring with a mix of pain and pleasure instead. “Finnegan.” 

“Yeah, baby?”

Taking a deep breath, you try to get your last functioning brain cell to cooperate. “Get inside me right now or so help me –”

You can still feel the amusement on his lips as he ducks his head down to slot your mouths together to cut you off, swallowing your moan as he pushes into you, slow and steady. 

When you flex your legs around his waist impatiently, he chuckles before setting a relentless pace, grinding his cock into you hard with each push. It’s too much, it’s not enough, it sets your skin on fire, it rackets the headboard against the wall – if his teammates didn’t know what was happening before, they certainly have a good idea now.

Your head lolls to the side as he hits that spot inside you on every thrust, nerves overloaded as you grip the nape of his neck, just trying to hold on.

“Fuck,” he groans, looking down at the glazed expression taking over your features. “Not gonna last long.” 

The thought that he’s already so close from having his mouth on you has your eyes crossing, cunt clenching around his thick length. His face crumples, mouth parting like you’ve just knocked the wind out of him. “Trying to kill me, honey?”

He lifts one of your legs to his shoulders, leaning down towards you and bending you in half – pushing limits to flexibility you didn’t even know you had.

“Wanna feel you come on my cock, you can do that for me, can’t you?” Finn asks, panting against your cheek, deft fingers moving down to circle your clit.

The sparks shooting through you as he presses into your center border on pain but you’re nodding, head bobbing up and down of its own accord, nails scratching red along his shoulders as you get closer and closer.

“Good girl,” he grunts and you keen, his words hurtling you towards the edge again. “So good for me…look at you, smart ass, brilliant girl fucked dumb on my cock.”

He’s pulling almost all the way out of you on every thrust now, slamming back in, and your back arches against him, a string of unintelligible noises leaving you that you’re just barely aware of, mewling filling the air in the room as your release snaps through you, ears ringing.

When you come to, still shaking and clenching around him, he’s running his mouth still, a litany of praise and groans of fuck honey, perfect for me, spilling from his bitten, red lips. His hips tear forward without rhythm as he pumps into you one last time, filling the condom before dropping your leg and collapsing next to you, strings holding him up suddenly cut.

Finn rolls to the side, and you stare at the cracks in the ceiling, wondering if you’ll ever be able to move again. You think he’s talking, but you can’t even begin to register what he’s saying. 

“Did I fuck all the brains out of the mouthy girl I brought up here?” Finn asks, amused when you don’t respond.

“Just surprised you wanted audience participation for your post-sex speech,” you snark, trying not to belay how difficult it is to form words currently.

“Well, I think Joanna Russ would disparage of me if I were indifferent to your thoughts and opinions immediately after getting off.”

 You raise an eyebrow. “You know who Joanna Russ is?”

 “The Female Man is a cornerstone of feminist literature. I read it be—”

 You can’t help but interrupt, brain quickly coming back online. “Because you thought it was going to be about the ideal woman through a man’s eyes.”

 He even has the gall to look offended. “Of course not, everyone knows Russ is a feminist writer.”

“Then you read it so more women would sleep with you after hearing that you’d read it.” He presses his lips together to hold back a smile and you snort. “I knew it.”

“Honey, don’t get mad at me just because it works.”

“Incorrigible.” 

You lay your head on his chest, trying not to purr like a kitten as his hands tangle in your hair.

“I enjoy Jack Kerouac too if you really want to round out your article. Paint a full picture.”

Your eyes widen, trying desperately to keep in the surprised squeak when you look up to meet jade eyes and see them filled with mischief.

“Just a thought,” he murmurs, hands resuming their movements on your scalp, lulling you toward sleep.

full disclosure i haven't actually read the female man but i'm pretty sure it was published in the 70s which seemed fitting for ews being set in the 80s. thanks for reading!

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[blorbodiaz]

accidentally paused on my movie and thus a new meme format was born

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[honkytonk-hangman]

Just Another Thing – [2]

WALT ‘FINN’ FINNEGAN X READER/OC

Summary: God help anyone who might’ve thought a nice, stable relationship might bring some kind of change to Walt Finnegan’s usual mischief and mild-hedonism. God especially help them if they also thought a girlfriend would provide any sort of calming influence over him.

She definitely influenced him, anyone could tell you that, unfortunately just never in any way that could even remotely be described as 'calm’.

Warnings: cussing, mentions of and talk of sex, sexy body parts, ect. reader/OC is named Kimberly/Kimber, but it is still written in second person and her name shouldn’t come up very often.

Finn wakes with a start, the unfamiliar room around him momentarily sending him down a rabbit hole of confusion and doubt, right up until you walk through the door, which pushes him toward a separate spiralling hole, making him suddenly recall every detail of last night with startling clarity.

When Beverly had said you were the one girl on campus who’d put up with him, he hadn’t expected you to also be the one girl on campus who gave as good as she got behind closed doors, too.

Finn isn’t exactly shy about his sexploits, he’s slept with plenty of women, but generally, even the most enthusiastic ones weren’t exactly the best of lays, if he could be so crass to say. It wasn’t that they were particularly bad or that he didn’t have a good time, it’s more owing to the fact that Finn was somewhat unlike most men his age, in that he had always made a point of educating himself, on many topics, but especially on sex. 

Especially when it involved the many different ways to please a woman.

The girls he’d slept with in the past could say whatever they wanted about him as a person, and they frequently did, but he’d never, not once ever, left a woman unsatisfied. It was important to him, for a reason beyond simple masculine pride that he’d never really bothered to interrogate. 

At the end of the day he could give whatever reason he wanted, he doubts any woman would really care. Ideally, he’d have them too distracted to care. Generally though, his partners were not as well versed, meaning he gave, and he always gave happily, but for the most part he had to take care of his own pleasure, which wasn’t exactly a chore. Hell, that was half the reason he was doing it in the first place.

You on the other hand…

Finn swears he nearly gets rock hard just thinking about you last night, but he has no time to indulge, because in the present moment you’ve appeared as if on cue. He’s not certain you realise he’s awake yet, which mostly works for him. He internally grumbles a little as he catches sight of the time, before quickly shutting his eyes again when you near. He really hadn’t meant to sleep over. He’d planned to be up and out shortly after you’d fallen asleep, as per usual, but in all sincerity, you’d fucked him so damn good, so thoroughly, that he can’t even remember falling asleep in the first place.

Finn can’t help himself as he lies there, hearing you so closely shuffling about, he allows himself to peek at you, simultaneously delighted and regretful when he lays eyes on you.

He shouldn’t be here, stealing glances at you as you dress, he should have stuck to routine and left last night. But you really were amazing, not just in bed, but your flirting, your banter, your honesty, even if it was hard for him to read it as such at first.

Finn trails off then, thinking about how great a time he had with you in only a few hours, and finds himself imagining a whole little scenario where he gets to see you again after this, maybe actually take you on that date he’d promised… it sounded nice, in theory, but Finn writes it off immediately. That wasn’t his bag, and really, who was he to take you out beyond this chance meeting? He wasn’t exactly boyfriend material, and he also wasn’t interested in wasting anyone's time. He didn’t want to do that to you, but more importantly he’s pretty sure he’d get a baseball to the head if he did. Or in the crotch. 

As Finn thinks about how he’d really like to talk to you more, maybe ask about your major, your team, he realises what he’s doing and scrubs all further thoughts out, quickly snapping himself back to reality.

A reality in which maybe the most beautiful, sexy, and clever woman he’d met on campus, or off, is packing up her sports bag for what is likely an 8:00 AM class, something that Finn should also be doing at this very moment, and not childishly pretending to be asleep, resigning himself to being late.

“If the sun is bothering you, I can close the curtains,” your voice rings out then, nearly causing him to jump. That was another thing about you, too, until last night Finn has always had a harsh vendetta against anything that could even remotely be considered ‘honky tonk’ or typically southern, he’d even avoided taking home a girl once or twice solely because her cowboy boots had irritated him so much, only now, all of a sudden he felt nothing but pure, soppy, affection when he hears the extremely thick east Texas twang in your voice.

He firmly believes that only you can make such a heavy drawl sound so delicate and classy. He’s unable to picture you in any kind of small, dinky little town, so instead decides to imagine that you come from one of those hoity-toity neighbourhoods they had up in Dallas, which makes nothing but perfect sense to him.

Finn finds himself hurriedly blinking his eyes open in reaction to your words, before remembering that he’s supposed to be faking sleep to avoid you. You look over at him from your neat little desk, your huge duffle bag now open on your chair, which you appear to be packing several deflated balls into.

He reminds himself that you were on the College’s Volleyball team, something he hadn’t actually known existed until yesterday, but rejoices in the good news by recalling what you looked like at the park in your tight little shorts, your knee and elbow pads somehow really doing it for him. Finn rubs his eyes and groans at the fact he was probably never going to see or speak to you after this, let alone see you in those little shorts again.

“Huh?” he replies dumbly to your question, looking over at the window when you nod to it. He realises that your room might be the worst in the house, with the way the blazing Texas sun is already assaulting every inch of the space.

“I always leave the curtains open on school days, I like waking up with the sun, but I can close them if you want to sleep more?” you explain. Finn shakes himself more awake, the rouse well and truly over now, and awkwardly pulls himself from your admittedly very warm and very comfortable bed.

“Oh, no, don’t worry about it, I’ve gotta get up now anyway,” he tells you, clearing his throat and scratching the back of his neck, already practising avoiding you by refusing to look your way, telling himself it’s for his own good.

You chortle, but shrug and shake your head, before going back to packing your duffle.

Finn lingers uncomfortably next to your bed, now wondering if he had maybe upset you by staying. Not knowing what else to do, he focuses on your duvet, beginning to fiddle with it so your bed at least looked neat, and in the back of his mind, hoping it might help you forget he was ever here in the first place. No such luck, his movement causing you to look up at him properly, dropping a deflated volleyball and waving out a hand to stop him.

“Oh! don’t you worry about that! Those definitely need to go in the wash later,” you inform him, a note of wryness in your voice as you reference last night’s activities. Finn drops his hands away from the blankets at your bequest, also dropping his gaze once more now that you’ve stepped even closer and are focused solely on him.

Your attention makes him aware of his state of undress, only a pair of underwear covering him, and he happily starts to busy himself with collecting his clothes from the floor where he'd tossed them hastily many hours ago, only to find them folded neatly on the window bench. He realises you really must rise with the sun, and wonders how many hours you’d been up already.

“Last night was a lot of fun, by the way. There are definitely far worse ways to soil some good sheets,” you speak up again, a laugh accompanying your heavy accent this time. 

Finn finds he can’t refuse you his attention now that you’re asking for it, forgetting all about evading you as much as he can get away with, instead looking over at you as he dresses. Oddly, he finds his smile is nowhere near as tight or rueful as he feels.

“I’m glad,” he says without much thought, before instantly panicking when your face falls despondently.

“You didn’t enjoy it?” You ask worriedly, the prospect his reply presents clearly upsetting you, but despite telling himself that continuing to engage will only make disengaging even harder, it’s all completely in vain as he hurries to comfort you.

“What? No, no, I definitely enjoyed it,” he assures you quickly, glad when you seem to relax at his affirmation. Still, you seem a little more reserved than before, than you had been last night, which makes his skin itch uncomfortably. “Think I enjoyed it so much my brain is still scrambled,” he goes on, in an effort to stop the prickling sensation.

It works, your face breaking into an endearingly proud grin, shortly before the itching disappears. You chortle a little and give a small shrug, going back to your bag packing.

“Well, I’ve put in a lot of work to have exclusively great sex,” you tell him. “I mean, you can’t expect to spike a volleyball perfectly without practice, so why should sex be any different?” you continue, with another laugh and a shake of your head.

Finn doesn’t know why he feels so surprised at your statement. Maybe it’s just that he’s never heard a woman so casually admit to sleeping around. Then again, if men got to, then why shouldn’t you too?

Beverley could say what she wanted about the way he used discussions around the feminist movement, as well as women’s rights as a whole, just to get laid, but Finn had read all those books she’d sarcastically kept lending him, and he genuinely thought the matter to be worthwhile.

Okay, so sue him if he happens to also on occasion use the very legitimate talking points of women’s sexual liberation in his attempts to pick up women, but it's not like that meant he didn’t really believe in what he was saying!

Finn is about to open his mouth to formulate some kind of a reply when you glance at the time and let out a soft gasp.

“Oh shit, I’m going to be late!” you baulk, quickly pulling the zip of your duffle bag closed and hauling it over your shoulder. “I’ve got to go, feel free to use the shower, just close my door when you leave!” you hurriedly ramble, shoving your feet into a pair of sneakers. Finn is still blinking with his mouth halfway open when you call out a last goodbye and disappear out the door.

He showers, dresses, and is about to leave when he realises he hadn’t closed your door. He considers for a moment, at the bottom of the stairs, just leaving anyway, but he can’t bring himself to do it, so he rushes back up, closes your door with a quiet click, and then at last all but flees from the shared house.

“Noticed you never came home last night,” Dale slides into the seat next to Finn at the lunch table, and wiggles his eyebrows teasingly. Finn simply eyes his friend, and takes another bite of whatever it is the school liked to call food.

“Hooked up with the girl I was talking to all night.” He tells him simply. “Fell asleep after, only got out this morning when she left,” he goes on after another bite. Dale stares at him, a frown pulling over his features.

“So…” he prompts, causing Finn to look up at him again and shrug.

“So what?”

“So why do you sound so troubled? Was it not good? She was hot as hell man, no way it was that bad,” Dale insists, making Finn at last drop his fork to discuss properly.

“No she was good, it’s just…” he trails off and tries to figure out his own soured mood. Normally he’d have no issue talking up such a good night, especially considering you were good, but he can’t help but linger on one tiny little fact. “I don’t know, it’s like, this morning there was no ‘when will I see you again’, no care in the world it was just a one night thing, she’s not like other girls, you know?”

Dale blinks at him like he’s a moron.

“Okay? I’m not seeing your problem here?” he says, frown even deeper now. “Isn’t that perfect?”

Finn balks.

“No! She’s perfect! You don’t get it, I think I want to see her again, this girl is unbelievable!” He protests, sounding mildly desperate but he doesn’t care. He looks away from his friend, and out at the grass. The cafe he’d chosen for lunch sits right opposite the library, and normally he’d have spent his break scoping out the cute girls who’d sit studying under a tree or whatever it is he normally did, but today he’d barely even taken note.

“Man, not you too!” Dale groans in exasperation beside him, quickly digging into his own lunch as if this topic isn’t worth continuing. “First Jake, now you… actually you know what that’s fine, you hook up with that Kimberley chick, leave me with all the other cute girls…”

Finn had stopped listening about halfway through Dale’s tirade, how could he possibly pay attention to it when right there, through the window of the library, he’s spotted you, sitting at a table for four, a stack of books in front of you, your pen writing diligently on some page in front of you.

“You want the rest of my soda?” Finn asks blindly, already getting up. Dale protests, but Finn doesn’t even hear him, simply grabs his lunch tray, places it in the returns bay, and legs it across the grass as fast as he can.

He slows down upon entering the library of course, smooths down his hair, his moustache, grabs the first book he sees, and walks right up to where you sit, pulling out the chair opposite you and flips his book open. Out of the corne rof his eye, when he sees you look up, he looks up too, putting on his best display of ‘surprise’ when he ‘notices’ it’s you.

“Well now, what a coincidence this is!” he says before you can get a word in. You blink at him, but don’t seem annoyed, simply cocking your head in an intrigued manner.

“What a coincidence indeed,” you drawl slowly, placing your pen down. “Thanks for remembering to shut my door,” you go on after a beat where Finn is briefly too awestruck to say anything more. He quickly snaps back though, remembering the clear message you’d sent him last night, how you hadn’t seemed to enjoy his antics more than you enjoyed simply talking to him.

“It’s the least I could do, you know,” he leans across the desk a little to faux whisper. “After such a great night,” he says, rewarded for his efforts when you smile at him. His own smile drops however, when a moment later, you pick up your pen again and look back at the books around you.

“Listen, Finn, I appreciate you coming over to see me and all during your lunch,” busted. “But I really need to study for this paper…”

Finn jolts, wanting to flirt and charm you into paying attention to him, but he reminds himself that you aren’t like most of the girls he’s seen before, and so instead relents, beginning to get up.

“I’m sorry, I should go–”

“–You don’t have to go!” you interrupt him, looking back up. Finn slides back down into his chair like you’ve commanded him. “Just give me another half hour, okay?”

Finn does. He nods, and turns his eyes back down to his book, and for the next thirty minutes he reads about the life cycle of bees. He’s only occasionally distracted by little hums you make, which cause him to look up at you for a minute or two and simply stare. He gets a good look at the pile of books you often swap out and flip through, taking notes, and finds himself again stunned by you in all your sexy, sexy, smart glory. You were studying something to do with physics and space and Finn can’t help but think to himself about all the time he’s wasted seeing anyone but you and despite some of the books you have open having titles containing astronomy, he decides to keep his knowledge of astrology off the table.

Almost exactly thirty minutes have passed when you at last close all your books, including your notepad, place down your pen and look up at him again.

“You know, I didn’t think I’d be seeing you again,” you tell him thoughtfully, looking him in the eyes. Finn opens his mouth but at first no words come out, so he quickly closes it again. He stares at you, you smile back and roll your eyes. “Come on, I know a place we can go, since you didn’t even eat half your lunch…”

Finn dutifully helps you return your stack of books, along with his own, before following you to your car where you promptly drive him off campus to a sweet little diner a block away. Even he’s surprised with how quiet he stays until after you’ve both ordered, he doesn’t even check out the cute waitress as she walks away, too absorbed in staring back at you as you make a hand gesture like you’re ready now.

“What’re you studying?” he asks quickly.

“Astronautical engineering,” you reply. “What are you studying? I didn’t think we had a beekeeping school.”

Finn smiles and shrugs, almost about to launch into a speech about beekeeping and the non-existent classes he took on it, before he stops himself.

“English literature and teaching.” he reveals, feeling a little naked in doing so, but the way your face lights up after he tells you erases any such doubt in his mind.

“You’d be good at that! I bet you’d have no trouble holding a class's attention!” you gush. Finn distinctly feels his face go red.

Over lunch, you ask him about the baseball team, and in return he asks you about your volleyball team. You’re halfway through explaining a recent rule change when you stop and blink up at him.

“Oh you don’t care about volleyball rules,” you say, seemingly bashful at having gone off for the past five minutes about the subject. “I bet you’ve never even watched a women’s sports game and cared about the rules,” you joke. Finn laughs, your statement not untrue, but he won’t go away with you thinking that was still going to be the case from now on.

“Not in the past, but I would if you were playing,” he tells you earnestly, hoping to god you don’t think he’s simply using a line.

You stare at him for a beat before smiling softly again, turning your eyes down at your plate as you do. You place your knife and fork together at an angle and Finn definitely concludes you come from some kind of high society out East.

“I can’t go home with you tonight, it's a school night,” you say, sounding sorry about that fact at least. Finn frowns.

“But it’s a Friday?” he doesn’t mean to push, he doesn’t even care if you go home with him, he’d be okay with genuinely, actually studying with you if that's what it took. You shake your head like you’re reading his thoughts.

“I have a shift at the observatory,” you begin apologetically, before your face once again lights up.

“How about the next time we see each other, we go out then?” you repeat his words from your very first meeting. Finn straightens up, a grin pulling across his features. He liked this game, and unlike the last time, he didn’t have to go away with the feeling that he’s made a mistake, because he can tell by the tone of your voice, one way or another, you intended to see him again.

“Alright Kimberley, it’s a deal.”

#walt finnegan x reader #walt finn finnegan #finnegan x reader #finn x reader #everybody wants some #everybody wants some! #glen powell #glen powell fic #glen powell fanfiction

[the-witchhunter]

DP Ramble: Dan/Dark Danny

Sometimes, it’s just weird to see Dan aka Dark Danny appear in fics sometimes. Not all the time, but sometimes it just strikes me as odd. I’m not saying I don’t like seeing him, I do depending how he’s handled. It’s just how I’ve seen fics just include him as part of the family. They’ll have a throwaway line about him being reformed or redeemed and that’s as much of a justification for him being there as it gets. 

It strikes me as odd because that is a major character change that is getting handwaved. Like, it’s implied there’s character development and growth, but it doesn’t want to include any of it, it just wants to tell you it happened and it feels like a misstep to me because there is sooooo much story to be had there. There’s all sorts of interesting character dynamics and conflicts surrounding that, because Dan is a villain and did terrible things both to the world and Danny, and even if it never happened in this timeline, does that really mean what he did doesn’t matter?

And I get that not everyone wants to tell a story about how Dan got “redeemed” in order to tell their story that includes him, but it always feels like there should be a bit more to it than that. I think if you’re going to write something like that, you as the author should have an idea HOW him being included happened even if you don’t write it because that’s something that can and should really affect how the characters interact

Whether or not Dan can or should be reformed/redeemed is an entirely different conversation, but it’s one of those things that is major enough it feels like it should have some impact. 

What do y’all think? Maybe this is something I’m noticing more in crossovers, maybe I just think it’s happening more than it really is

#Danny Phantom #danny phantom ramble #dp rambles #Dan Phantom #dark danny #maybe I'm crazy #but it feels like there should be more there #and i realize that a lot of this is just people are basing their stuff on fics where he's already had a character arc #so they don't want to write it themselves since in their mind it's already been developed #i guess it's also just the odd game of telephone that happens when writing fanfiction #because you stop writing it based on canon and base your writings on what other people wrote after a while #to some extent #not everybody obviously #but you can see where it happens

[strugglingwriterwattpad]

cherry bomb pt 2 - glen mcreynolds x reader

everybody wants some 2016 - Glen McReynolds x reader.

In 1980s Texas, college athlete Jake Bradford moves into the communal house of his baseball team. The roommates soon begin to navigate the ups and downs of growing up unsupervised. The houses are in need of renovation bringing in the new landlord that quickly takes Glen McReynolds, captain of the team interest.

Word count – 20,996 in total

With a firm knock at her door (Y/N) scrambled with her shoes swiftly opening it with a bright smile. "Holy shit." She heard him mutter. She was wearing an ivory, silk dress with shoulder sleeves, a tie in the middle and a tight bottom finishing mid-thigh. Her heels were delicate and brown matching his trousers. "You look amazing." He spoke grabbing hold of her hand and pulling her lightly out her door frame. Once she locked her door her attention moved quickly to him linking arms as they walked down the metal steps of her apartment complex. "Thank you. You look handsome too." She smiled. "Are we meeting the guys at the sound?" she asked watching him nod his head. "Thought you would want a little alone time." He whispered. "I also thought we could actually get to know each other instead of flirting." (Y/N) was shocked at his words not believing he actually wanted to get to know her as a person and not her body. "Well, what do you want to know captain?" she asked masking her state of shock. "Everything. Your major, your family, your interest. Who is (Y/N) landlord (S/N)"

"Well, I'm a senior, I major in business studies. I also study interior design on the side. I work for my dad in the building industry, but my main focus is the design side. I learnt the construction side if I take over the business. At the minute it's just me and Dad but I have an older brother, but he studies away." She paused for a moment worrying Glen. She smiled lightly memories flooding her brain from her childhood. "Surprisingly I really like baseball." His eyes widened with a big grin. "Seriously." He asks, she nodded. "There wasn't a girl’s team where I grew up, so I helped my brother when he was on the team. I had a really good swing before we stopped playing." Her smile quickly disappeared at the thought of her end to baseball wishing she had continued even if the industry was in favour of women's teams. "I wish I kept going." His mind was planning something for her as soon as she admitted to missing the game, hoping tomorrow he could help her.

The two quickly reached their destination following the line in and finding the group all attempting to pull a girl for the night. "Oh, yeah, 95 on the gun, official." Glen rolled his green eyes at the sound of Jay’s annoying voice hoping he wouldn't cause trouble for him tonight. Glen quickly pulled (Y/N) towards the table slipping her into the last seat and standing by her. "Could've gone to anywhere in Texas. I had a stack of offers about that high, that high." (Y/N) tried to pretend she liked Jay not wanting to hurt his feelings as she found him as annoying as the group did. "Were you drafted?" Finn asked knowing full well he wasn't. the blonde slipped the two late friends a beer smiling with a wink towards his captain. "Yeah, yeah. The Blue Jays almost picked me up, but I told them I'm going to college for a couple of years." (Y/N) looked up towards the gobby pitcher annoyed at his lie. "that's not true." She confirmed all the attention going towards her. "Oh yeah how would you know that princess." Jay mocked. (Y/N) placed a hand on Glen’s leg squeezing lightly before he could jump to her defence. "The blue jays don't draft high school graduates. They go after college graduates only, so their teams are of similar ages. They also go for a size which you clearly don't have." Her final comment hit Niles hard as the group laughed. "McReynolds was." Kenny interrupted. "Got drafted by the diamond backs last year." Glen finished. With the final comment, Jay marched away in a huff. "Fucking loser," Glen grumbled.

The night was slow for the rest of the group but Glen and (Y/N) enjoyed their time together, drinking laughing and dancing. For once in his life, Glen felt whole. Like the missing piece in his life had finally been filled by her. Her angelic smile, addicting laugh, glowing skin and perfect body. She was everything he could have dreamed of. And he was for her. In such a brief time he was able to wiggle his way into her broken heart, healing it with each touch and smile towards her. She loved it and hoped it would last a lifetime. "I wanna ask you something." He spoke twirling her before clutching onto her waist in a fast waltz. Before the two could converse, the room erupted in shouts. Their attention went towards the bar watching the team wrestle staff out of the way. Jay had started a fight. "Come on let's leave before they get dragged out." He ordered holding onto her tight as they raced out the doors.

"Don't bring your ass around here!" the group quickly followed the couple out being pushed and dragged by staff. Glen kept hold of (Y/N) the chilly air nipping her lightly realising she hadn't thought to bring a jacket or covering. "Bunch of fucking numb nuts!" Jay growled. "What the fuck, Niles!" Kenny argued smacking the pitcher across the head. "Well, that was ugly."

"I don't know, just based on an outsider's perspective, totally avoidable," Finn spoke. "Well, I'm a fucking raw dog, all right? Anybody who fucks with me, they don't get fucked with the back! They get fucking killed!" (Y/N) rolled her eyes at his statement soon catching on that all he did was lie and cause problems. "The only thing you killed tonight was the prospect of any of us getting laid!" coma argued. "Your fucking junkyard dog routine from fucking Detroit might make you feel tough, but it's not helping out any of your fucking teammates. Watch that shit in the future." Glen shouted. "Oh, shut up and walk your whore home!"

"Excuse me!" (Y/N)'s voice forced the group to shut up rage plastered all over her face. "don't start insulting me just because you've been caught out of your bullshit raw dog performance. The only thing you've got is a god complex dipshit."

"It's crazy we're fucking defending this guy," Jake spoke. "Let's go back to your place." Mac suggested, "Ignore him don't waste energy on that moron." She agreed to lead the two out of the carnage of Jay Niles.

Locking the door behind them, (Y/N) set her shoes down by her door sighing in relief. Glen walked his way towards her record player flipping through each album. (Y/N) raided her fridge for any sort of beverage finding her last two beers. As she closed the door, Glen picked a song. Nights in white satin. "a slow song?" she questioned passing him one of the two beers. He took the bottle reaching over for her own and placed them down on the coffee table. "One last dance for tonight?" he asked. She nodded her head quickly wrapping her arms around his neck. He took charge swaying their hips as they did at the sound machine. "You were gonna say something back at the sound?" she muttered, her glittering eyes never leaving his green pair. He smiled lightly at her, loving the feeling of her skin on his. It felt better in the confines of her home, they were alone, free to do as they pleased. And all he desired for once was to have this girl swaying to the music with him. "I was gonna ask you if you would consider with me." Her tilted head straightened itself out in shock. "Seriously?" she breathed her styled hair falling the cover her eyes slightly. Glen took his way out of her own for a second to swipe the fallen strands away, feeling the heat from her reddened cheeks. "Yeah. I know I don't have a good rap, but I want to change that. I really like you (Y/N), like I'm totally into you in a way I've never been with any girl." She smiled widely a little giggle escaped her lips. "I wanna prove it to you. If you'll let me."

The two had stopped swaying, completely focused on the conversation. She paused before speaking, trying to figure out what he really intended. She eyed his body language. His eyes were focused on her own, legs frozen in place and arms clutched to her like he was going to lose her any second. He was panicked and stressed. worried she would ask him to leave. But (Y/N) didn't want him to leave. She never wanted him to leave again. "I'll trust you Glen But seriously, any funny business and I'm gone. Don't make me regret it." McReynolds, a smile grew wide under his facial hair before moving his arms to wrap around her waist locking her in. "I promise, you won't regret it," he vowed placing a well-desired kiss on her cheek.

With a click on the door, Glen marched into his frat house with pride. The majority of the boys had split taking a girl into their rooms for the night. But Kenny and Plummer were left downstairs, drinking the remainder of their beers in light conversation. "Well here comes the man of the night. Where's our landlord?" Kenny smiled drawing the attention to Glen as he joined them on the sofa. "Miss landlord is at home. and your captain has got himself a captainess." He joked. The two teammates smiled widely patting his back with pride. "Dude congrats. How do you do it?" Plummer asked. "We went back to her place and just danced to her music. I asked her to give me a chance to prove I can change my ways." The boys watched their captain intensely, his demeanour had completely y changed from the arrogant senior to a man in love. Neither of them was brave enough to suggest the dreaded l word but deep down they knew their captain was in love. "So, you're gonna stop it all. the flirting the sex. Everything?" Plummer questioned. "For her? Fuck yeah!" Glen smiled.

The hangovers quickly had to be ignored as the team got ready for practice. Glen, Finn and Kenny all agreed to take (Y/N) to practice giving Glen much-deserved time with his new girlfriend. His two friends knew they were gonna lose their best bachelor to their landlord but gladly accepted it knowing he was happier around her than fucking the other girls that lined themselves up. "So (Y/N) what's your plan after college?" Kenny asked watching her through his wing mirror. Glen sat by her in the back their thighs brushing from the tightness of the back seats. "Nothing major just work for my dad. It depends on what he has planned. The idea was that my brother and I would go to college for business, and he would choose one of us to take over the business but I'm not planning on getting my hopes up." Finn turned to the back looking at her like she had insulted his own mother. "Are you shitting me! You're amazing. If he doesn't pick you to take over, your brother must be really fucking good." She smiled lightly as the other two laughed along with her. "Actually, he's terrible. But he also has to put into account most contractors we employ don't want to work with a girl let alone have a girl as a boss." The three sighed heavily at the idea of her losing her chance due to her gender. "Fucking assholes." Glen muttered. "that's the way it goes. I'm used to it. it was a lot harder to get their respect at the start but when I did a better job on my own than a whole group of guys it puts them in their place." Mac chuckled admiring his girlfriend's independence. "What about you guys? Planning on doing baseball after college?" she asked as they pulled into the field’s car park. All four of them stepped out into the sun and stood to wait for the rest of the group. "I'm assuming, Glen, you're really good to be drafted by the diamond backs." She smiled picking up her bag and following the trio into the dugout. "Well, I'm a captain for a reason." He teased with a wink. "If you wait here (Y/N) we’re gonna get changed. Be right back." She nodded her head lightly covering her eyes to block out the sun. Before she sat herself down, Mac jumped towards her sliding his dark shades onto the bridge of her nose. "can't have the sun in your eyes when I hit a home run." He smirked. His confidence seemed to rise allowing him to quickly place a kiss on her reddened cheek before catching up to Finn and Kenny.

"It's this physiological phenomenon where if you close your eyes, and someone puts a finger just below your chest bone, in your solar-plexus, it semi-paralyzes the upper torso... you can't sit up." Finn was in the middle of trying to convince Jake they had paralysed Nesbit. But Glen was in a world of his own as he hit his bat against his feet. The girl waiting outside wouldn't leave his mind. He knew he had to act on what he had promised her, planning their next date in his head. She was different to the typical flowers and dinner date. She wasn't high class expecting the world. But she was expecting him to try. And try he would. He just needed a bit of help. A hard smack snapped him out of his trance watching Brumley's bare ass rise from the floor it was once at. "Dude, did you see that?" Kenny asked. Glen shook his head turning back to the bat. "Come one man. you've been acting weird since last night." His friend sat beside him as they watched the group mingle before the game. "I like her Ken, she's different." He confessed. "Well, you've got her where you wanted her man. Take her out on a real date. Show her you're taking this promise seriously." He questioned once again he shook his head. "How about you invite her to the party next Saturday? Get some alone time with her, maybe do a bit of skinny dipping in the river." the two chuckled lightly. "Why don't you ask Perkins how he got his girlfriend to go out with him? if he says anything about feeding her from a trot, run."

The team had finished their warmup and had moved on to batting practice. Jay had made himself the pitcher making everyone groan wishing Willoughby was back from wherever he had gone. "don't watch (Y/N) he's like a kid having a tantrum." Jake joked making her sigh heavily. "I don't think he's very fond of me." She muttered not sounding very sad about the statement. "He just doesn't like it when he can't get his way. He wanted to try something with you and Glen put a stop to it. He called dibs on you like you were some toys." (Y/N) watched as Glen stood to bat next swaying the metal bat to get ready. "Glen did that the first day?" she asked. "you're kidding right? He might as well be in love with you. You do realise he hasn't even spoken to another girl since you came over since coach introduced you?" she shook her head biting down on her lower lip, her chest warming up at the thought of Glen. "no. I didn't know that." She whispered a newfound confidence in his promise.

"Hey, Detroit!" she snapped herself out of her daydream at glens angry shout. "Those fucking goggles, you can't use those to read. The schedule says, "batting practice." Scrimmage is later. What the fuck, man." Jay smacked his glove down to the ground creating a puff of dust as he did. "Yeah. All right, well, I'm not afraid to get this over with right here, right now." The whole team stopped everything turning all their attention to the two. "Get what over?"

"I'm a fucking pro prospect, too, and you know it. I'm not afraid to challenge you, man. And everybody else on this team. I'm sick of you getting all the girls, all the drinks. I'm better than all of you. I'm drafted. I'm a leader. in the raw dawg. And that prude you call your girl is pissing me off. Fucking bitch is all over you distracting us, fucking slut" (Y/N) neck snapped towards the pitcher, anger growing in the pit of her stomach. "I dare you to insult me when I'm closer Jay." She shouted, Jake, blocking her way onto the field. "it's not worth it." he reminded her holding her arm as Plummer held back Mac. "Shut his mouth, Mac," Plummer whispered. Mac looked back towards the dugout, (Y/N) rageful glare ruined by her eyes brimmed with tears. "All right? Okay, meat, you wanna try to make that starting rotation on your first BP session, huh? Be my guest." He aimed once again. (Y/N) watched from Jake's grip. She slid down the sunglasses eyeing his stance as the ball came flying towards him. with a hard swing, the ball went soaring into the sky ending up just outside the field marking a home run. "Go, Mac." She shouted clapping her hands.

"I think you've had enough, raw dog. Is that the best shit you got? That am not close to touching ninety, son. Whom are you fooling? Get that ball, I'll fucking sign it for you." The captain marched towards the dugout trying to ignore Jay's grovelling. You know, I will get the fucking ball. Do you know what I'll do? I'll shove it up your ass and I'll sign it! How's that sound?" the metal bat went down to the grass with a clank, Mac turned with force his anger getting the best of him. "Yeah, hey, do you know what, do what you do best, Niles, keep running that fucking mouth, 'cause it makes you feel better, right? Do you get your teammates in a fight and kicked out of a bar, 'cause you wanna look fucking tough? You insult a woman who's been nothing but good to us. You're fucking selfish, man! It's not about you! Go fuck yourself."

Glen finished his speech just one foot out of the dugout before marching down the steps towards (Y/N). She sat down, knees to her chest and he fought back the anger bubbling inside her stomach. "Ignore him," he spoke softly. "Please don't listen to him. you're not distracting us you're not a prude and you're not a slut." He situated himself down next to her placing his large hand on her knee looking for a sign he was doing something right. "I'm sorry if I'm distracting you all," she muttered into her legs just loud enough for him to hear. "Fuck no! If anything you make us work harder. I'm glad you're here." She looked up into his fern eyes with a light smile. "Jake told me you stopped Jay from trying anything with me. Why so early on?" he sighed heavily pulling himself closer to her to the point the warmth of her body was radiating onto him. "Because I knew he wasn't gonna treat you right."

"Is that it?"

"Well, I can't deny...you had my heart from day 1." He spoke with a wink. "I told you (Y/N). I really do like you. I just want to make sure I'm doing everything right." Her smile grew wider knowing everything she had told him over the last few days had stuck in his head. He was different from the rumours. He was kind and thoughtful. Almost loyal. That part she couldn't tell just yet. "We’re gonna go swimming after practice, Roper offered to swing by your apartment if you want to join?" she nodded her head lightly as he stood up placing a warm kiss on her forehead. As he leaned back, she pulled him towards her again, her lush lips brushing his own. His confidence grew closing the gap between the two. He had never felt a kiss so powerful but yet so innocent and light. she had never felt so much emotion through a single kiss. There was no lust, no smugness. Just pure innocent, teenage love. And they both loved it.

"All right, boys. All right, bring it up, bring it up! All right, listen up, good first practice. This is where it all starts. We're out here, ahead of all the other teams in the country, and we're gonna keep it that way and work hard all year, right?" the practice had finally ended with sore-muscled and trained freshers but not everything was done for their big welcome to the team. "All right then, boys, y'all be good." Perkins was the first to try and escape not being one to enjoy hanging out with the rest of his team. He failed his plan miserably with Dale wrapping his sweaty arms around the country boy. "Uh-uh-uh! Not so fast." He laughed maliciously. "We have a little tradition out here welcoming in the new guys," Finn explained. Kenny grabbed hold of two duffle bags unzipping them. "It's called a little bit of freshmen...Batting practice!" he picked up a roll of duct tape passing them around the group as they all laughed. "And a slight change of the rules. For your gobby mouth Niles, you'll also be joining them." Glen smiled grabbing the transfer and slamming him into the metal wall in the field. "I'm gonna enjoy every second of this." He growled pulling the tape apart to get started.

All five boys have finally taped up the wall each one at different heights and distances apart. (Y/N) had leant herself over the side of the dugout laughing loudly as the boys pelted the freshers with baseballs. "Woo!" she watched McReynolds enjoy his revenge, each ball he hit aimed straight at Niles which pissed off the lying raw dawg even more. "Hey (Y/N)! Your turn." Glen smiled swigging another bat towards his girlfriend. She smiled widely and quickly joined the group in their torture. "Hey Nile! Be very grateful you're wearing a guard right now because this ball would be going straight for your dick." She chuckled. "Like hell, you could aim that good!" he mocked. "Well see about that." Glen aimed, swinging the ball into her path and with a mighty clash the bat made contact with the ball. Each guy froze, the girl’s ball being the main focus. It quickly collided with Jay’s stomach earning a growl of pain. "Fucking bitch." He groaned. "that's my girl." Glen muttered, his strong arms around the front of her collarbones, his body resting on her back. "Told you I was a good hit." She smiled ignoring the looks from the team.

"Holy shit," Finn muttered as he, Glen and Kenny all entered her apartment one by one. The studio apartment was full of colour the only pieces of white were the small bits of wall peeking through all the decoration. "Sorry it's a bit...vibrant." (Y/N) laughed placing her bag on her dining chair. "I'll go grab a swimsuit. There are snacks under the record player if you want anything." As soon as she left to go into the bathroom the trio sat down on her mustard-coloured sofa moving hot pink cushions and zebra stripe throws from their seat. "Is she still upset about what Detroit said?" Kenny asked pocking the cactus that sat on the coffee table. "I don't think so. I think I distracted her enough." Glen chuckled. "Dude, you need a game plan."

"I'm gonna set the party up and walk to hers to meet her. I'm thinking to spend some time at the party and then go down to the river or maybe the field for some alone time. She doesn't strike me as a girl that likes dinner and a movie." the two teammates completely agreed with him seeing her as more of an adventurous type rather than a romantic, passionate person. "she's smart glen, she needs stimulation to stay curious, give her something to be curious about. And I don't mean your cock, I mean your brain. Give her a taste of what it's like to be with you. Again, I don't mean your cock."

Before Glen could reply, (Y/N) stepped out of the bathroom. Switching the light off as she folded a pink towel into a wash bag. "Ready to go?" she asked untangling her bikini strap underneath a light blue playsuit that hid her swimsuit underneath.

The team quickly descended into the river one by one. Each doing their own heavy splash into the water and wrapping themselves in the pool rings they had bought specifically for the river. "Say cheese, baby!" Kenny yelled wearing only his groin gear. Glen's attention moved towards the hill as his girl stepped carefully down. Her bikini was a pastel colour block design cupping her skin to push everything up. Finally, after questioning the dark design on her inner thigh, he could see the whole thing. Two cherries with the words cherry bomb top and bottom. He smiled widely as she dove in going deep into the water. Soon she resurfaced in the ring next to him wrapping her legs and arm to secure herself in. "Jesus it’s cold." She laughed. The couple quickly started their conversation ignoring the distance going bigger between them and the group. " Five bucks says hell fuck her tonight." Nesbit laughed. "Dude, you heard him," Finn groaned. "he's taking it slow. God, you just want to go, broke dude."

"Do you seriously think he'll wait? This is Glen McReynolds we’re talking about here." Plummer added. The group watched their captain, his smile growing wider at the sound of her angelic laugh. "he's changed." Finn muttered. Kenny dove down with a mischievous smile plastered on his face. After a couple of seconds, he resurfaces flinging the landlord into the freezing water. "Kenny!" she squealed her arms quickly wrapping around herself. Kenny turned towards his captain with a wink signalling him a chance to pick her up with a squeak of surprise. He placed her body on his own feeling her thighs against his own and her ass just brushing his hip. "Comfy?" he smirked watching the blush spread across her cheeks. She nodded her head lightly before resting her head on his toned shoulder. "So, cherry bomb?" he asked gaining confidence and brushing his fingers across her tattoo. "It was a drunk tattoo. My friends in high school dare me to since I played the sound on repeat for the full year." her grin grew at the memory remembering it was a pain to heal due to her thighs rubbing against each other. But she wouldn't get back to change it. she loved it. "I love it, cherry," he growled into her hair kissing and nibbling her ear as she blushed harder.

The group finally decided to step out of the water, Glen being first and grabbing her pink towel before his own. He wrapped the soft fabric around her body securing her into a cocoon-like grip. As they entered the house, he led her to the bathroom letting her dry off in privacy. "My shower stuffs still in there from last night you can use it if you want." He offered. "Thanks, I'll take you up on that offer." He nodded his head quickly leaving the room. He stepped upstairs into his room the flooring was finally complete enough for him to move back in. She rummaged through his drawers grabbed his biggest shirt and went back downstairs. He knocked lightly on the bathroom door listening to the sound of the water falling on the tiled floor. "(Y/N) I've got a shirt you can wear while your stuff dries off." He offered. "I've got a towel covering the window you can come in. Don’t get cocky." She spoke. He lightly stepped inside the steam escaping the small crack he left in the room. The only thing left of her for him to see was her legs making him weak at the knees. "This is torture, you know that right?" he joked placing the folded shirt on the side with her bag. "Good things come to those who wait." She smiled peering out from behind the makeshift towel curtain. "I can feel it, you're gonna be the best I've ever had." He smiled placing a kiss on her moist lips with a groan. The kiss was like nothing she had ever experienced before and on her nights the sound kisses were the main things she only felt comfortable giving out. But this was more than a kiss. Somehow, Glen had shown exactly what she meant to him through a simple kiss. Love, respect, confidence it was like she could taste it all. especially the arousal that was latching onto her. She quickly stopped the kiss holding back her own desires. He she couldn't give in just yet. It had only been a weekend. "It's been one day Glen." She whispered pushing him lightly with her wrinkled fingers. "Be patient." He nodded his head smiling lightly from his thoughts. Oh yeah. This girl was gonna drive him crazy.

When classes hit, (Y/N) expected to see Glen less and less. Knowing he preferred to get classes done and get training as soon as possible. But that wasn't the case. His romantic, teddy bear side had sprung out of nowhere. Flowers taped to her locker, waiting for her outside her classes, joining her for lunch, and study dates. The whole shebang. And she did the same for him. made sure he wasn't bunking off classes, joining the team in the dugout to watch him play, making sure he ate enough of the right food instead of leftovers and beer. Their favourite thing to do was go to the baseball field at late hours taking turns to bat and pitch in between making out in the dugout almost going all the way like teenagers in high school. (Y/N) knew she wanted him, probably more than he wanted her now. But she was waiting just a little bit longer. I little more time with him showing her he could go without her body. The little thigh touches, neck kisses and light heavy petting were enough for now. And glen was also okay with the arrangement. He knew she was slowly breaking down her walls and he could tell how much she was trying for him. it was all he could ask for. Especially now she had lost friends because of him and his reputation. All he could do was worship the ground she walked on and so he did.

The two had quickly become a power couple on campus. And his usual flings didn't like it one bit. One by one the girls in her classes stopped talking to her, ignoring her when it came to classes, study groups and potential projects. But (Y/N) didn't care too much, the girls were stuck up. The only thing she did mind was the names she was being called due to the knowledge of (Y/N) making Glen wait to have sex with her. Prude, princess, diva. She knew from the names they used jay had spread it around, especially when they started calling her the baseball slut. That one she hated the most. The only nickname she answered to was Cherry. His cherry

Friday classes were almost finished for Bev and (Y/N), they decided to sit in the canteen as they both waited for their boyfriends to be done with their classes. The two enjoyed their frozen yoghurt in peace, books spread out for their upcoming maths tests. "I wouldn't worry too much about your test Bev, they go easy on the freshers." (Y/N) reassured. "I know but I don't want to be seen as a slacker. Speaking of slacking, I need your help deciding on ideas for Oz." the business major nodded her head finishing off her portion of her yoghurt knowing Glen would finish it straight away. "I promise ill to come help but don't expect me to do this elaborate performance. I quit drama for a reason. I sucked." The auburn-haired girl laughed lightly; her eyes focused on the two boys joining them at their table. Like (Y/N) predicted, Glen, scooped up the remainder of her yoghurt, throwing away the container before sitting down by his woman. "Afternoon ladies." He joked kissing her cheek, his moustache brushing against her cheek. "How was class?" she asked closing her study books. "No more talk about school, please." Jake groaned. "Okay Saturday night, we’re having a house party, as 'members' of the team, you are obligated to attend." The girls sighed lightly knowing it was gonna be a typical night of frat parties. "Okay fine." (Y/N) sighed. The two boys picked themselves back up turning to the salad bar and grabbing themselves a snack. Before the two girls could continue with their conversation, Glen came marching back with a task on his mind. He tilted (Y/N)'s head with his hand making her lips accessible to his own. With a light butterfly motion, he kissed her passionately pulling as much emotion as he could into it. once he released her, he looked down at her small smile her eyes twinkling back at him. "Missed you, Cherry" He whispered pulling her bottom lips with his teeth before catching up to Jake.

"Well, there goes my plan." (Y/N) muttered. "Oh, and what plans were those?" Beverly asked tidying her study guide before Jake could spill anything on it. "I think Glens waited enough." She whispered. "But it's only been a month? Come on (Y/N) he can wait a bit longer." Bev tried to convince her friend, not trusting the captain to do anything stupid to hurt her. "I know I know. But to be honest. I can't wait." She admitted. Her friend's eyes shot up shocked at the idea of (Y/N) finally feeling comfortable with someone. And that person being Captain Glen McReynolds of all people. "Seriously?" She nodded her head. "He wouldn't be doing all these things with me if he didn't want to be with me. Right?"

"I mean I guess not." Bev admitted, "If you're okay with it then go for it. just be careful, okay?"

The party had quickly been set up with different activities for the guys to enjoy their usual party guests. Girls. Lots and lots of girls. (Y/N) was quick to adjust to the number of women surrounding the boys, not minding it unless Glen did something stupid. But he never did. He didn't even speak to them anymore. (Y/N) and Bev stepped into the house instantly being drawn to the mattress slide they had made on the staircase. Thank God that wasn't one of the things (Y/N) needed to fix because that would have been a big problem. "Welcome to the party ladies, Jakes is in the backyard with Justin and Mac on the balcony." The two girls thanked Nesbit as he picked up another girl to take down the 'slide.' "This is gonna be the best." She heard Plummer speak. The balcony was full to the brim with different bottles, fruit and buckets full of jungle juice. Glen, being one of the teammates to help with the punch. "That's some pussy shit. It tastes like fruit punch." Coma groaned. Glen sighed heavily picking up another bottle of vodka to please him. "All right, so this is about done." The group agreed, taking a swig. "Well, if I want to get blackout drunk, I know what to drink." (Y/N) joked drawing Glen’s attention towards her.

Once again, she matched what he was wearing, red. Cherry red tight trousers with black pumps, a white crop top pushing her breasts up and a black leather jacket. He was stunned. "Damn, baby." He groaned quickly wrapping his strong arms around her waist. His hands clutched her ass tightly making her smile brightly. "Hello to you too tenant." She giggled placing her painted lips on his own, lipstick sticking to his facial hair. "You look fucking amazing, Cherry." He grunted. "You're killing me (Y/N). You're killing me." The girl pulled herself away brushing the red tint off his lips. "Well, enjoy tonight. Come find me when the party dies down." As Bev pulled her along Glen watched her tight ass walk away, making their way to the kitchen for their stash of drink he hid the night before. "Do you think you'll get lucky tonight?" coma asked. "God, I hope so. She's really testing me." He murmured finishing off the bottle of vodka in his hands.

The two girls enjoyed their time, taking a turn at the mattress slide together and attempting the dizzy batting practice Jake and Justin were doing. For a bit, Glen joined them clearly the drunkest he had ever been. She was glad he had enjoyed himself, but he clearly wouldn't be in the mindset to have sex for the first time which upset her. but she knew at the sound of her approval he would come running to her. "(Y/N) I bet you could do a keg stand," Nesbit asked setting up a new keg that Alex tried to finish. "Not a chance in this outfit id flash everyone." She smiled finishing her beer. "I'll shield you Cherry come on give it a go." She shook her head taking the drink away from Glen before he could get any drunker. "No way I draw the line at getting as drunk as you are tonight." (Y/N) quickly chucked the remainder of his drink away into the bushes. "Why don't we get you some water Mac?" she asked brushing his hair out his face. He tried his best to nod his head as she sat him down on the steps of the porch "I'll be back in a sec." she quickly wandered off into the kitchen filling a glass of clear liquid. "how's it going?" Beverly asked leaning against the counter with Jake following close behind her. "I don't think tonight's the night." She mumbled disappointedly. "he's so drunk." Bev agreed reassuring her the time would come eventually.

(Y/N) walked back over to where she had left Glen realising there was no sign of him. "Glen?" she called getting nothing back. She followed the wood floorboards to the stairs seeing no sign of Glen so far. As she made it to the landing sounds of moans and groans entered her ears. Someone was clearly enjoying themselves. She finally made it to the room she had just finished renovating that week the sounds of moans grew louder. Shocked, she placed her ear to the door, someone was definitely in there. (Y/N) attempted to open the door. Locked. Glen never locked the door. Ever. She stepped back downstairs panic radiating off her body. "Kenny?" she called hoping to God it was him in the room and not her 'loyal' boyfriend. The co-captain leaned out of the living room his attention focused on the frantic girl. "what's up?" he asked marching towards her once he noticed the fear in her eyes. "There are moans coming from your room. And the doors locked." She stuttered. Kenny's brows arched in confusion. His hands entered her trouser pocket in worry feeling around for something in particular. "I had the key." He explained. "Glen wanted it locked so nobody could trash it." (Y/N) quickly put two and two together realising it must have been her boyfriend in the room. "Only he knew where the key was." Kenny sighed. "It's gone from my pocket."

The two raced back up the stairs praying it wasn't true. Kenny had such hope for his captain. The girl he had pinned over had brought out the best in him. He had stopped caring about sex, and girls and focused on her and even more focused on class and baseball. His attempts to impress her helped him and the team. And Kenny didn't want Glen to ruin this for himself. Kenny leaned against the door, hearing the same sounds as (Y/N) had earlier on. "It might not be him (Y/N) don't panic straight away please ill find the key-" Before he could say anymore, a name was moaned. "Oh fuck, Glen." The voice spoke earning a sigh of anger from Kenny. He turned towards his landlord, the tears already streaming down her once-painted face, mascara following the tears like tar. "(Y/N)." He attempted to speak but he was too late she was already racing down the stairs to escape the party. "Beverly! Jake"

Halfway down the road, (Y/N) held her pumps in her hands, arms wrapped around her for some sort of support. "(Y/N)! Wait" a voice shouted. She turned around seeing Bev out of breath and just as angry as Kenny looked. Without uttering a word, be wrapped herself around her friend. The two of them fell to the ground in defeat. "I'm such an idiot." (Y/N) cried. "I'm so dumb." Her once-walled heart had completely shattered into millions of pieces at just a simple sound. A moan of her man’s name had her crumbling like a crumb on the ground. She never wanted to feel like this again. But here she was once again because of a boy. A heartless, selfish boy she thought he wouldn’t be. For once in her life, she wished she had listened to the girls around her all begging her not to get attached, not to engage. But she did and now she was paying the price.

Back at the house, Kenny walked around hoping what he heard was bullshit. But he couldn't see Glen at all, and until the door opened, they wouldn't know for sure.

#glen mcreynolds x reader #glen mcreynolds #glen mcreynolds x oc #tyler hoechlin #tyler hoechlin x reader #tyler hoechlin fans #tyler hoechlin x oc #everybody wants some #xreader #fanfic #fanfiction #longfanfic #part 2 #cherrybombpart2

[agnesandhilda]

for YEARS I’ve had this idea for a lupin iii episode where the crew goes undercover at an actual drag show for. reasons idk. the premise doesn’t matter the whole franchise is a backdrop for thief slapstick

I bet you anything that arsene “can create disguises that are indistinguishable from the real person being copied” lupin the third understands regular makeup as well as sfx stuff---like he must, if his work is that convincing, right? he’s got to put makeup on the masks to match people who wear it, not to mention the more specialized work that goes into changing someone’s appearance so convincingly. so anyway my idea is that he ropes the rest of the gang into creating personas to blend in with the performers (except fujiko who also knows makeup/disguise work and was totally down to do this herself) and makes sure they looks good, but like, everybody still has their own spin on it

MY TAKES ARE:

jigen should have a cowgirl shtick, ostensibly this would be because that way he could pass off his guns as props but really I just think it would be fun. I don’t have a solid pun name for him yet but I’m thinking something like kayla mitty (calamity). I think he’d start out looking nice but would get grungier and grungier over the course of the episode as he gets into more comedic fights and progressively fucks up his costume. I’m thinking a wig w/braids, (like a pippi longstocking situation), daisy dukes, lots of fringe, and of COURSE a cowboy hat and boots. 

goemon is big on samurai chivalry and canonically feels ashamed when he crossdresses, so I thought it would be funny if he only agrees to it after negotiating down to the tamest drag persona possible? like he’s basically just impersonating a real historical japanese noblewoman, (”if I have to be a lady, I am going to be a PROPER LADY”) and he sticks out like a sore thumb. I haven’t decided who specifically he should be impersonating, yet, but mr. chivalrous-hero, easily-flustered-by-women would absolutely be blindsided by the drag show atmosphere. he bombs the lipsync because he’s unwilling to commit to the bit until he gets a heroic second wind and ends up barely squeaking by. 

fujiko is an open-shirted bimboy drag king, like the male love interest in a shoujo manga, and she gets REALLY into playing a casanova. like weaponizing her sex appeal is her main things as a thief, but doing it in the boysuit just hits different. idk. if you get it you get it. 

alternatively, I was thinking of her playing a gruff, hypermasculine boor but like, in a funny camp way. like in a village people way. but I just don’t like that idea as much

and lupin just brings back miss marie but with a more straightforward marilyn monroe-esque femme fatale slant. the judges consider this the least creative persona (”marilyn? come on! everyone’s done that”) and pan her, and she lipsyncs a song that’s comedically full of hints about her identity as lupin. “material girl” by madonna, or “why don’t you do right?” from who framed roger rabbit would both be fun picks for this. 

and no matter what happens I NEED a gunfight to break out during one of the lipsync performances and the song that was being performed keeps going on as background music while people are being shot

#bolo liveblogs #enjoy my fanfiction premise/outfit design ideas everyone #I just want a goofy lupin iii slapstick fight where everybody's in heels. is that so wrong. #lupin iii #yes I know there's a lupin iii comic where goemon crossdresses to seduce some businessmen and does a good job of it but consider. him being #embarrassed also fits his character and would be funnier.

[just-french-me-up]

so you mean to tell me dante alighieri can insert himself in a character journey fanfiction of his own making to meet his fav artist and his dead not-girlfriend, namedrop and shade half his contemporaries and become an icon of literature and i can't? sounds fake but ok

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing #what in the cringe culture is that bullshit #repeat after me kids : cringe culture is dead #create whatever the fuck you want #you're limitless #just don't break the law and don't be a jackass about it #tag your stuff and everybody will find their niche #i'm just baffled at some posts i've seen like

[veritable-trash]

i don't know where to put these lol

*: smut, 18+, minors do not enter i will fight you!

Finnegan(Everybody Wants Some!!)

You Know The Rules

God you hate him.

#finnegan x you #walt finn finnegan #walt finnegan #finnegan #finnegan x reader #everybody wants some fanfiction #everybody wants some!! #everybody wants some #glen powell fanfiction #glen powell

[thesoftboiledegg]

What makes JKR's shitshow even harder to process is that she didn't just ruin a book series. Harry Potter was an entire subculture. Like Star Wars and Star Trek fans, Harry Potter fans dedicated their lives and careers to the series. I don't know if I'd call it "underground," but liking Harry Potter got you beaten up when I was in school, so it was more of a dedicated indie culture than a mass-appeal fanbase.

Harry Potter was so huge that fan works developed their own followings. Potter Puppet Pals racked up hundreds of thousands of followers and was nearly as relevant as the series itself. For fanfiction, Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality got so big that it has a Wikipedia page. The band Harry and the Potters spawned the wizard rock music genre. A Very Potter Musical developed a fanbase and launched Darren Criss's career.

Harry Potter also has extensive ties to fandom history. Everyone in my generation (millennials) remembers coming home from school to read Harry Potter fanfiction on the Internet. Today, most people just post their stories on Wattpad or Archive of Our Own. But at the time, the fanbase was splintered between fanfiction.net and dozens of individual websites and forums, some made for specific ships. Since they all had individual hosts, a lot of those sites have been lost to time.

And there's the infamous My Immortal fanfiction, which is an Internet legend with people still searching for the author. Everybody read that one (and laughed at it) in middle school.

Pre-social media, fan sites like The Leaky Cauldron and Mugglenet had massive followings because they were one of few sources for news, theories, essays and fan content. Some of these sites still exist after being around for over a decade and building their own legacy.

Before Deathly Hallows came out, fans were so desperate to know what happened that Mugglenet published a book called What Will Happen in Harry Potter 7: Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Falls in Love and How Will the Adventure Finally End? Yep...Harry Potter was so big that people wrote separate books about what would happen in an upcoming book.

And that's not mentioning all the book release parties, Harry Potter-themed events, monuments, fan films, restaurants and even a theme park. A lot of fandoms have those, but Harry Potter infiltrated every aspect of popular culture.

Today, there's a thriving culture of "Harry Potter adults" with themed weddings, baby showers and Etsy stores. Putting your Hogwarts house in your Instagram bio is pretty much a prerequisite for joining the "bookish" community. Warner still produces new content, like the Fantastic Beasts series, although we've all seen what a disaster that's been.

Everyone has at least a few memories associated with Harry Potter even if it's just watching the movies. I had great memories associated with Harry Potter. But looking back at the subculture, history and thousands of fan works, it doesn't seem fun anymore. Studying the fandom or being part of it comes with an awkward tension because you don't want to seem like you're condoning JKR's bigotry but can't divorce her from the series. This subculture was spawned by a woman who turned her legacy of magic and wonder into one of abuse and hatred.

I don't expect people to write paragraphs about how much they hate JKR every time they post about Harry Potter, but it's still uncomfortable to see people make new content or wear their Harry Potter Etsy tote bags like nothing happened. Even if they clarify that they don't support her, it's just a weird, tense situation for everybody.

People dedicated years of their lives to running Harry Potter fan sites, writing fanfiction, cosplaying characters and making fan movies. If I were in that situation, I'd have a mild identity crisis. I'd ask myself "Did I waste all those years? Should I delete my content? Where do I go from here?"

So ultimately, JKR didn't ruin "just" a book series or even "just" a fandom. She tanked an entire culture, which inspired people to look at Harry Potter more critically. The issues that people brought to the light tainted the series's legacy even without JKR's personal issues.

Once, Harry Potter was a series for generations. Now, former fans hope that the series fades into irrelevancy. Unfortunately, JKR didn't just tarnish her legacy--she took decades of history, millions of fans and a worldwide subculture along with her.

#anti harry potter #anti jkr #anti jk rowling #harry potter critical #anti hp #text #jk rowling

[marypsue]

So if you follow me (and aren't just stopping by because you saw one of my funney viralposts), you probably know that I've been writing a bunch of fanfiction for Stranger Things, which is set in rural Indiana in the early- to mid-eighties. I've been working on an AU where (among other things) Robin, a character confirmed queer in canon, gets integrated into a friend group made up of a number of main characters. And I got a comment that has been following me around in the back of my mind for a while. Amidst fairly usual talk about the show and the AU and what happens next, the commenter asked, apparently in genuine confusion, "why wouldn't Robin just come out to the rest of the group yet? They would be okay with it."

I did kind of assume, for a second or two, that this was a classic case of somebody confusing what the character knows with what the author/audience knows. But the more I think about it, the more I feel like it embodies a real generational shift in thinking that I hadn't even managed to fully comprehend until this comment threw it into sharp perspective.

Because, my knee-jerk reaction was to reply to the comment, "She hasn't come out to these people she's only sort-of known for less than a year because it's rural Indiana. In the nineteen-eighties." and let that speak for itself. Because for me and my peers, that would speak for itself. That would be an easy and obvious leap of logic. Because I grew up in a world where you assumed, until proven otherwise, that the general society and everyone around you was homophobic. That it was unsafe to be known to be queer, and to deliberately out yourself required intention and forethought and courage, because you would get negative reactions and you had to be prepared for the fallout. Not from everybody! There were always exceptions! But they were exceptions. And this wasn't something you consciously decided, it wasn't an individual choice, it wasn't an individual response to trauma, it wasn't individual. It was everybody. It was baked in, and you didn't question it because it was so inherently, demonstrably obvious. It was Just The Way The World Is. Everybody can safely be assumed to be homophobic until proven otherwise.

And what this comment really clarified for me, but I've seen in a million tiny clashing assumptions and disconnects and confusions I've run into with The Kids These Days, is that a lot of them have grown up into a world that is...the opposite. There are a lot of queer kids out there who are assuming, by default, that everybody is not homophobic, until proven otherwise. And by and large, the world is not punishing them harshly for making that assumption, the way it once would have.

The whole entire world I knew changed, somehow, very slowly and then all at once. And yes, it does make me feel like a complete space alien just arrived to Earth some days. But also, it makes me feel very hopeful. This is what we wanted for ourselves when we were young and raw and angrily shoving ourselves in everyone's faces to dare them to prove themselves the exception, and this is what I want for The Kids These Days.

(But also please, please, Kids These Days, do try to remember that it has only been this way since extremely recently, and no it is not crazy or pathetic or irrational or whatever to still want to protect yourself and be choosy about who you share important parts of yourself with.)

#also Kids These Days please if nobody's told you: you can't send cheques through email #and if somebody sends you one through email They Are A Scammer and Yes They Are Scamming You #that's not related I just am constantly tearing my hair out about how many people of ALL AGES don't know that #something something something invoking the fuck word in the hopes it will keep this poast from search #i love how the internet has created Magic Words Of Power #unfortunately most of those words perform the action of 'summon jackass idiots to comment on your post' #i am paraphrasing the comment that was left on my AU fic because I am too lazy to go looking for it right now but #it was very similar to that wording #this is just a thing that has been rattling around in my brain and it was finally smoothed out and polished enough to come out

[crystallilytarot]

You and your future spouse first impression of each other. Choose a word (these are erasers btw)

(can be future partner too, if you don't want marriage)

Ps. It's supposed to be about impressions, but somehow the cards showed me a story too, but I hope you will still like it!

Pile 1 - power

Your fs

It feels like you will be with friends /family / colleagues. Even if it's in the workplace, it will be a lunch break, a company party or something lighter feeling. And you are talking, laughing and your future partner will see you, and like bumm, they will know right away that you are special. Not exactly love at first sight, but instant attraction. And not even lust, it feels more like they will find you very intelligent, an interesting individual. You probably have a good sense of humour too. If it's in the workplace, they will try to do something, to work with you. You seems like someone who is good at teamwork. They will have instantly protective feelings about you. A little bit like a protector, but they will admire you from afar. A secret admiror, but nothing creepy. I think they will just need some time. And they won't even realize at first, that it's not just they find you interesting, but they find you very sexy too. The sexual attraction is there too from the beginning so it's a little funny, how they don't notice this. You know, like in fanfictions, where everybody knows that the main character has a crush on someone. Everybody but them lol

You

Okay, so you are the same. Kinda. But I think you will know a little earlier that you are attracted to this person, but you would think that it's impossible. In the very beginning, you probably won't even notice them, it feels like they are not really your usual type, or maybe they are, but still at first you will think that they aren't. So I mean, maybe a little different from your type in the outside, but in the inside, they are everything you ever wanted. After there's a period where you will feel really in love with them, but you will be like, it doesn't matter, it's only a platonic love. A little bit of a feeling like the company rules don't let people date on that workplace, or they are in a higher position than you. Or just simply you both feel like the other person is not interested in you. But in the end somehow you will be together. Can be that some friends will help you or just your guardian angels, because you seems like can't even believe that this person is really interested in you.

Pile 2 - dream

Your fs

They will be very attracted to you, right from the beginning. And they seems like a confident person, so I think they will try to invite you to a date pretty early. But either you will say no, or the date won't be so good. There's a little separation here. I feel like their intentions are genuine but somehow they don't act like it. In the beginning, but later you will be together. I feel that they are confident but you seems out of their league, and they find you so sexy, they will ruin this thing between you. Can be that you already know them, but you were too young, or the time / place were bad, but later you will reconcile.

You

There's an instant attraction from your side too, and I think you will feel that you have a lot of common things. You will actually see behind their behaviour and you will feel that they are a loving person. But still something isn't right. But I feel that both of you need some time to heal something, learn something before you meet again. The potencial is there from the beginning, but it feels like it wasn't real love back than, but if you meet again, it's so much better. Like 2 people who are emotionally available, and in peace with themself, so they can give love too.

Pile 3 - magic

Your fs

It's strange because it feels like neither of you are looking for love at that time. Something bad happened or just they are busy with other things in their life. They are in their journey to be a better person, maybe in their job too, but in their life in general too. So it feels a little sudden meeting. You two maybe already know each other. It's just for some of you. But for everybody, you both will feel like you are know each other for a long time. This person will feel like you are their safe place. It's possible that it will be a love at first sight. They will just know, that they want to be with you right away. They will think that you are like a sunshine in their life. Something like a child, who can feel joy almost innocently. A happy, optimistic feeling. And they will know right away that they will want to be with you long term. If you want children, there's that feeling too that they will know that they want a family with you.

You

So there's a little difficulties in your life too when you are meeting this person. But they will bring back the hope to your life. Instant sexual attraction from your side too. And probably love at first sight here too. But it seems like you are more of a rational person or you just don't believe that it's really happening for you. So you will fight with your feelings a little at first. Maybe it's because of past bad experiences. And you will find that person very attractive, so you will think that they probably have a lot of suitor/ a lot of people interested in them. A little bit of a f boy/girl thing, but they are not. I think they are a charming person, quite friendly and open, but they actually want a stable relationship, something meaningful.

#free tarot #pick a card #tarot #pick a pile

[ryozaki21]

diary of the heartbreakers;

00z series

╰┈➤ Diary of the Heartbreakers; 00z series

➸ ♡ They used to be the ones breaking hearts, but when karma comes around, suddenly the don't know what to do. Navigate through college life with your favorite idiots, and read through the Diary of the Heartbreakers.

GENRES: College AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Humour

WARNINGS: Minors DNI, Explicit sexual content, drug abuse, Infidelity, Toxic relationships/characters, Heavy topics discussed, player!00z, Language and Violence.

AUTHOR's NOTE: I thought long and hard about making this a series, because of my commitment issues and I don't trust myself to commit to a writing project like this TT, But since I have story ideas for these characters, (00z) I just linked all of them together. SLOW UPDATE. Also my first time doing a series, how about that?!? I hope you guys like it!

DISCLAIMER: This story is purely fanfiction. Only the names of the Idols are used, and does not reflect on them in real life. There's no way in any shape of form that they are like this in person, because I MADE IT UP. I don't personally know them. DO NOT STEAL / TRANSLATE / MODIFY. This is my work and I don't appreciate people stealing it. Thank you.

╰┈➤ After You

➸ ♡ Na Jaemin had it easy. Loved by everybody, the man of everyone's dream. He's a perfect mix of a charmer and a player. Girls begged to be his, and he loved every part of it. Life used to be so fucking perfect for him. Then comes you. You're like an old book, ink fading, cover tearing, but he swears you're worth the read. Before you, life was easy. After you? He wasn't so sure.

"Break my heart, and you'll find yourself inside."

GENRE: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mature themes

WARNINGS: Minors DNI, Explicit sexual content, Language, Mental Illness, Drugs/Alcohol usage, toxic!reader, fuckboy!Jaemin (but still a sweetheart)

AUTHOR's NOTE: Oh, this one's heavy. Much serious than the other stories and quite one that's holds some sensitive topics. If I get some things wrong about certain topics, please do tell me and I'll quickly correct it. Enjoy reading!

Expected WC: 15k

STATUS: published

╰┈➤ Yours, Inevitably

➸ ♡ To say that Lee Jeno is pretty would be an understatement. The man's gorgeous. One thing he uses to his advantage, going through college getting girls he spots his eyes on. But there's one he just couldn't get. His brother's bestfriend. You can continue and avoid your feelings for each other, but eventually, it'll happen. You were someone that stayed, a constant in his life. You might not know it, but for the years you've known Lee Jeno, he slowly became yours, inevitably.

"I should've known that it was you, because no one else made sense."

GENRE: Fluff, Angst, Humour, Smut

WARNINGS: Minors DNI, Explicit sexual content, Language, Alcohol usage, Mentions of Drugs, fuckboy!Jeno, brothersbsf!reader

AUTHOR's NOTE: This story was collecting dust on my drafts for so longg! Originally I was gonna post it as a stand-alone but figured it made sense to be a part of this series. One of my faves. Also lots of other members of nct mentioned. Enjoy reading!

Expected WC: 8k-10k

STATUS: published

╰┈➤ The Fine Art of Rejection

➸ ♡ Huang Renjun, the sweetie of the year, is one hard star to catch. Not as easy as his other friends, he's quite difficult to have. Although he has a fair share of affairs with girls, it is considered to be a rare occurence. But you? Oh boy were you something. You were quite head over heels over him. His friends could never understand, but you were persistent to get the boy. No matter how much he refuses your advances, Its like you found art in rejection. But to what degree can you hold it out?

"I can be everything I want, but fuck, I only wanted to be yours. Even though you couldn't be mine."

GENRE: Unrequited love, Humour, Fluff, Angst, Smut

WARNINGS: Minors DNI, Language, Explicit sexual content, Alcohol Usage, cheerleader!reader, Renjun is sometimes rude lol

AUTHOR's NOTE: Actually, I wanted to write something pure fluffy for Renjun, but I figured I need to put a sprinkle (more than that actually lmao) of angst. Also my favorite plot to write. Enjoy reading!

Expected WC: 8k-10k

STATUS: published

╰┈➤ Illicit Affairs

➸ ♡ Infamous for being every girl's guilty pleasure, Lee Haechan strutted through his life shamelessly. But recently, the new girl caught his eye. Im Hayeon, who he believes that would finally tame his wreckless heart. He was confident he could get the girl. And when he did, he never expected her to have baggages. For example, you, Im Hayeon's best friend. Who suddenly, sparked an idea on his pretty little head. You're trouble-- and you're making Haechan commit Illicit Affairs.

"You're making me do bad things, very, bad things. But then again, I'm no stranger in being the bad guy."

GENRE: Fluff, Angst, Humour, Smut

WARNINGS: Minors DNI, Language, Explicit sexual content, Alcohol Usage, Infidelity, Haechan and reader is kind of an asshole

AUTHOR's NOTE: okay, for one, i don't condone cheating. its just for the story! also i won't tackle on it too much-- literally just for the plot. Enjoy reading!

Expected WC: 8k-10k

STATUS: published

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© ryozaki21 2023

#nct #nct dream #lee jeno #nct imagines #nct x reader #kpop imagines #nct aus #kpop au #kpop oneshots #lee haechan #huang renjun #na jaemin #neo culture technology #nct fanfic #kpop fanfic #nct angst #nct fluff #nct smut #nct scenarios #haechan x you #jeno x reader #jaemin x reader #renjun x reader #nct 127

[honkytonk-hangman]

Just Another Thing [Masterlist]

WALT ‘FINN’ FINNEGAN X READER/OC

Summary: God help anyone who might’ve thought a nice, stable relationship might bring some kind of change to Walt Finnegan’s usual mischief and mild-hedonism. God especially help them if they also thought a girlfriend would provide any sort of calming influence over him.

She definitely influenced him, anyone could tell you that, unfortunately just never in any way that could even remotely be described as 'calm’.

Warnings: cussing, mentions of and talk of sex, sexy body parts, ect. reader/OC is named Kimberly/Kimber, but it is still written in second person and her name shouldn’t come up very often.

🏐 Chapter One

⚾ Chapter Two

🏐 Chapter Three

⚾ Chapter Four

#walt finnegan x reader #walt finn finnegan #finnegan x reader #finn x reader #everybody wants some #everybody wants some! #glen powell #glen powell fanfiction #glen powell fic