#fuck y’all and i hope you all choke on a bee.

[labyrynth]

ha ha ha ha shoutout to the guys that stole our catalytic converter last night!!! 😂😍😍 i hope totaling our car was worth whatever pathetic amount of money you get for it!! 🥰😘 no seriously i mean who WOULDNT sabotage a perfectly good car and render it completely unusable for some piddly pocket change? 🤪 ha ha ha ha!! ha ha ha. ha. you’re sooo funny.

#personal #fuck y’all and i hope you all choke on a bee. #it’s happened TWICE. #after we replaced it the first time we even got an extra shield for it and somehow they got around it!! #and now the cost of replacing it is worth more than the value of the car itself #or pretty darn close anyway #it might be a 15yo car but it still ran fantastic up until yesterday! #and now when you run it it sounds like the most insecure of muscle cars #and stinks as bad as the owner of said muscle car probably does #and you can’t even get it out of the driveway bc they fucked up the junk underneath and it scrapes the ground #no seriously fuck y’all. is theft necessary sometimes? sure. #THIS is just cruel tho. l #and for what? costing other people thousands of dollars so you can make…what? a couple hundred? #fuck off.

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 22

chapter 38:

1. “"Right, so, your stylist?" Marlene asks, settling in as they continue to sway. "The one who looks like a fucking goddess? Yeah, so get this, she says we're friends…"”

james and marlene gossip sesh <3333333

2. 😧 MCGONNAGAL??????????

3. wait i think mcgonnagal is good. i’m pretty sure she’s from the phoenix. i’m not sure. i’m hopeful. i’m so hopeful

4. aww huey is kinda sweet. i like that’s he’s reg’s breath of fresh air when it comes to talking to the hallows

5. reg, i understand your anger, but please don’t make one of the only good sponsors feel bad

6. jealous james >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

7. “"I like your tea," James offers. "Maybe I'm biased, but it tastes better than anyone else's. What do you do to it?"

Regulus hums and lightly says, "I spit in it."

Without missing a beat, James replies, "Ah, that explains it."”

😭😭😭😭😭

8. “"Would you—" Regulus chokes on another relentless giggle, gasping a little. "Wait, would you actually drink my tea if I spit in it, James?"

"Love, I would let you spit directly into my mouth," James announces with absolutely no shame in his tone whatsoever.”

😭😭😭😭 james i love you

9. awww i love that barty is the most consistent part of reg’s life. i love barty

10. 😬 riddle is unconvinced in their love story. i- yikes

11. okay, right, mcgonnagal is good. thank god

12. dorcas wants to keep marlene out of the war, but only one of them has had a pov so far, so i’m not hopeful

13. oh shit marlene sounds hot

14. also, to add in, i’m so fucking glad there’s like no homophobia (that we know of) in this world

15. i do NOT want dorlene to be a tragedy in this universe

16. 😟 she gave back the ring. AHHHH

17. oh no. shit shit shit shit shit what did riddle do

18. “Riddle didn't even grant the liberty of leaving bodies behind for them to bury.” 😟😧

(but also, orion and walburga were dicks, so like, i’m not sad, just scared)

chapter 39:

1. aww regulus finally invites james in for tea

2. “On the day he accidentally kills a bee while tending to his flowers, he goes through the five stages of grief in less than an hour, which has nothing to do with the bee and everything to do with Vanity.” STOP! THE VANITY MENTION HURTS TOO MUCH

3. “When Regulus wants more time with him, he adds bagels, which James has now unconsciously been Pavloved into thinking of as his favorite food for that very reason.” STOP THATS SO GAY

4. sirius being dramatic about james and reg liking each other is TOP TIER in this fic, in the most realistic, aggravated, obnoxious, and completely loving way

5. BWAHAHAHHAHA JAMES GETTING A PIGGY BACK RIDE FROM SIRIUS IS GOLD

6. oh shit, (i’m not the best comprehensive reader, but i should have figured this out sooner), but from sirius’ perspective, he has to do the back and forth with remus his whole life. he doesn’t have the knowledge that i do, that a war is coming and they’ll finally get a chance to live together. he thinks he only gets to see remus once a year for two weeks at a time. this- this shit is heartbreaking yall

7. “”I watched him stand to his feet and tip himself into a river of blood in an act so tender that I'll never again be able to look at him with anything less than pure love. Every other member of the Black family, including you, fought and clawed their way home to their family, oftentimes to a family that never truly made them feel loved at all. Regulus? He fought and clawed through that arena, the entire time, for James. He's far more gentle than anyone gives him credit for."”

y’all, i’m crying over this. this is so lovely. effie is right, and i’m crying over how right she is

8. 😒 i know what’s coming. riddles a bitch. a right bitch. he’s gonna announce that previous victors are competing and i’m PISSED

9. so far, all three potters offered reggie food. they’re so hospitable, i love them

10. “He hasn't forgotten what it is to long for James. He still knows what it is to want him so badly that he'd be willing to kneel at the altar of James Potter and beg; he'd drop down on his hands and knees and crawl if that's what it took, if that would prove his devotion. He is the manifestation of longing built up with nowhere to go, and he craves, he yearns, he covets.”

both of them are so down bad

11. omg reg is so horny. his inner monologue is literally only like “”””“rip my clothes off please, read my mind and rip my clothes off”””””

12.AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I KNEW IT WAS COMING! BUT IM SO MAD!!! FUCK RIDDLE

13. effie is a queen. she is a godsend. and i’m so upset right now

14. not effie making them promise not to volunteer, and immediately james and sirius arguing over who’s gonna volunteer for her

15. i’m seething. i’m pissed beyond belief. i’m so angry it’s indescribable. my babies are going back into that arena. honestly, fuck riddle

#marauders #regulus black #james potter #fanfic #jegulus #sirius black #effie potter #euphemia potter #sunseeker #starchaser #dorcas x marlene #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #crimson rivers

[asmrtist-brainrot]

Nickname Quick HCs

These are my personal HCs and since it’s so short, I will be laying it out in rapid fire. I might just be projecting as well, but otherwise...

I hope y’all like it?

I’ll be using they/them for the listeners in the first bit since I’m referring to them in specifics!

~ Dari

Damien + Freelancer

Depending on the context of their relationship, FL will call Damien either “Dames”(platonic) or “Dami”(romantic)

"Dames”: he barely reacts to it but the only one among their friend group that really calls him that is FL

“Dami”: he gets a little flushed and rolls his eyes and grumbles about how it doesn’t suit him... But he doesn’t stop them otherwise

Fredrick + Bright Eyes

Everyone just calls him either Fred or Freddy and early on, they called him those just like anyone else until they grew closer and closer

But, later, as his best friend - Bright wanted something special

So they call him “Ricky”! It took him a while to get used to it but now it is the only thing they call him and they’re the only one allowed to call him that. Everyone else gets a gentle correction.

Blake + Friend (not sure if his listener has a proper name)

When they were younger, they called him “Bee” - a little childish and soft and something they whipped out to tease him with then they grew more

They shifted to calling him “Lake” during their late teens and early adult years because he’s “deep” and a “wet blanket”.

But they’ve stopped after he’s been gone for so long; he’s back to just Blake.... The sting he must of felt at that sounds painful

David + Baabe

These two are good friends and no one can tell me otherwise, they talk often about how to improve their respective business and trade baked good recipes

Baabe called him Davey exactly once to tease him a bit but stopped after that since it was clearly reserved for Angel

They just call him “Dee” and he doesn’t really mind it as he feels it’s not as embarrassing.

Characters React: Being Called "Sugar, Shugs, Shugie"

(It's what I randomly call them, just off-handedly.)

Those of Aria

Caelum & FL: Blushes initially and giggles a lot before clinging onto you and gets used to hearing it

Gavin & FL: "Because I taste sweet, right?" along with charming wink... Gets conditioned to respond to it -

Avior & Starlight: Scoffs, ends up turning away to stop you from seeing that he's smiling but you can see the tips of his ears are red

Cam (he’s got more than one listener he attends to): Chokes up a little, stammering and blushing hard but smiling and laughing at the same time

Students of D. A. M. N + FL

Lasko: Unintelligible babbling followed by avoidance of eye contact

Damien: Stops breathing for like, a second when it first happens and continues sort of just pausing every time it happens and gets blushy

Huxley: OoO "Can I call you something?" Excitedly calls you by a different nickname every time he sees you

The Walkers

Blake & Friend: Snorts and punches you lightly in the shoulder first time around, quickly grows used to it... Gets sad when you stop

Elliott & Sunshine: Grinning ear to ear, flirty jokes and all - cheekily responds with “honey”

Brachium & Sunshine: Slight confusion but indifferent otherwise, smiles the tiniest bit in fondness

The Solaire Clan

Sam & Darlin': Rolls his eyes and hides a smile, though responding with "needed to give me a nickname too, huh?"

Vincent & Lovely: Always smiles when he hears it, actually gets a out a little lovestruck sigh when called "Shugie"

Fredrick & Bright: Used to it, finds it strange if they don't call him it at least once

The Shaw's Pack

David & Angel: First chokes on air, only to turn red and hiss that they stop calling him it... Only to allow it in private... Davey incident repeats itself but this time with Milo.

Asher & Baabe: Happy fluttery heart and whining noises, grabby hands and all... Also makes the "because I'm sweet" joke

Milo & Sweetheart: "You're the sweet one around here". Followed up with face kisses because fuck, he is in love.

From the Office

Aaron & Smartass: Just glares, though he is blushing

Ivan & Baby: Stalls out for minutes before shakily smiling, incredibly red in the face

Oliver & Mentor: Kinda melts and laughs a little about it, nuzzles and smooches

ETS: Wired Knots

Marcus & Love: Starts blushing up a storm and fumbling, mumbling about "codes" and how it's possible that they could suddenly flirt so well

James & Love: Blinks and chuckles before inquiring what part of their programming allowed them for the knowledge of nicknames, he genuinely doesn't mind it.

#redacted asmr #headcanons #those of aria #d.a.m.n. #the walkers #shaw's pack #solaire clan #wired knots #from the office #caelum #avior #camelopardalis #gavin #lasko #damien #huxley #elliot #blake #brachium #fredrick #vincent solaire #david shaw #asher #milo #aaron #ivan #oliver #marcus #james #sam collins

[moonchildsaurora]

When Monsters come out to Play

✤ Trickster!Hongjoong + reader (feat. Wooyoung) ✤ genre: Dead by Daylight AU // horror, angst (not really tho), survival mode ✤ t/w: sfw, rated M, contains: swearing/depictions of violence + blood/unhinged minds/death scene/mentions of weapons ✤ count: 1.9k+

a/n - have y’all seen Trickster from the dbd game? I would betray everyone in game for that man. So this piece is heavily inspired by that character & his lore, my mind is still reeling that the creators really did THAT. A few tweaks from the canonverse but hope you guys enjoy this wild ride! 💙

✛ play these vibes: Sub Urban - ‘Cirque’, P!ATD - ‘Emperor's New Clothes‘, Gi-DLE - ‘Oh my god’ ✛

Neon lights streaked across his face and dark ash hair, illuminating the silver that hung around his neck. Sharp kohl-lined eyes fixed on the two other figures dancing heartily around the karaoke booth, singing at the top of their lungs. Although one could argue that their borderline screams could be passable as so.

However, it was music to his ears and a hunger woke from its deep slumber. This feeling that was on the crisp of being foreign to him because he has not yearned for something this badly for quite some time now.

“I need it.”

The shrill cadence of the laughter from the figure who nearly tripped over his own feet, in a harmonious duet with the other’s. A soprano-like noise escaped your mouth when you fell from grace unto the lap of your newly-acquired friend who narrowly moved his wild berries cider out of harm’s way.

“I want it.”

You missed the rapacious glint in his eyes as you shouted at the other howling male, who was now in a heap on the couch and microphone dangling from his hand. You turned to apologise, with a peck on his cheek, to your angel of music. As you had so kindly dubbed him upon your first meeting. Peals of laughter fell from your lips when his onyx-dipped nails squeezed your sensitive sides. He was buzzing, not just from his drink but the sudden inspiration to create once more.

The spotlight has returned and centre stage beckons him home.

Yes, he wanted it.

“All of it.”

“C’mon! This way,” Wooyoung heaved sharply, tugging you with haste round the corner.

His grip on your hand, though sweaty, was desperately firm. Survival instincts had kicked in for the both of you, forcing adrenaline to fuel your exhausted bodies to run.

Agonised screams plagued the foggy darkness around your surroundings. Another fallen prey in this twisted game of cat-and-mouse you were forced to participate in. You didn’t know exactly how many others were stuck in the abandoned industrial site either. One minute Wooyoung and you were having a late night study at the local library, before the lights cut and so did your consciousness.

A manic laugh that echoed through the grounds and jerk of your arm wrenched you from your hazy thoughts.

Wooyoung held you close to him, signalling for you to stay hushed. He peered around the metal storage container to see if the coast was clear, not that the fog allowed anything to be visible more than beyond a few feet ahead. So he had to rely on sound and visual tracking of any sudden movements.

The dead silence was unnerving.

You had barely stepped out around your hiding spot once you’ve both deemed it safe when Wooyoung hissed in panic, “Watch out!”

You were dragged to the hard ground, scraping your palms on the gravel before what felt like a bee zipping past the crown of your head. The metallic thud caught your attention enough to swerve to look behind you. Where your head had been just a few seconds ago, now had a neon blade embedded right through the steel panel.

“Fuck! He’s coming, we need to go. NOW!”

The manic laughter seemed to be echoing all over your surroundings now, and not being able to pinpoint the direction whilst having to run blindly in the dark probably wasn’t the ideal plan for your survival.

Your breath hitched when Wooyoung’s hand suddenly slipped out from yours.

“Wooyoung!” you cried out for him.

“RUN!”

A forceful shove pushed you away from the initial direction you were heading towards, causing you to be thrown off balance and stumble onto the damp ground. The sounds of more cussing and a scuffle could be heard. You scrambled backwards, away from the source.

Scarce beams of moonlight filtered through the holes in the roof provided limited light to help you navigate your way around, using your sense of touch to avoid running into objects. Your mind screamed for you to turn back for Wooyoung yet the logical side of you knew he’d be mad at you for not using the window of opportunity he so freely gave to escape.

“He knows how to fight, he can handle himself.”

False comfort was the only thing you could offer yourself then. Skidding round a corner, you almost bowled someone over had they not latched onto your shoulders first.

“Please! You have to help me!”

The young woman was hysterical and dug her nails into your skin as she had her iron grip on you. Seeing her up close you were quick to notice both her arms and clothes were stained dark crimson, whether or not that was her own – you couldn’t tell.

“He’s going to kill me! He’s going to KILL ME!”

You winced as her voice became progressively louder. That fool was going to give your location away at this rate. You tried to wriggle your way out of her hold, which proved to be a wrong move, for she threw herself against you and shook you silly.

“Get me out! I didn’t do anything wrong. Why is he doing this?!” The tears that cascaded down her grimy face mixed in with the blood and left trails of red.

She sure was getting on your nerves.

“Shut it! You’re goin-“

“There you are my little mouse.”

The both of you froze. Like deer in headlights upon hearing that sickly silky voice purr out from the shadows. The young woman immediately drew back and hid behind you, as if you were a pillar of defence against this predator. Her hands that still clutched onto the back of your top trembled so intensely, you wouldn’t be surprised if the seams were to split open.

Hongjoong took his sweet time stepping towards you. Twirling those neon blades deftly around his fingers, metal glinting dangerously whenever it caught the moonlight. The scattered beams acted as spotlights and this was his stage to run. You’d thought a paint job had gone wrong for the mess of reds, both fresh and dried, marking him from his obnoxiously bright coat to his bare toned torso to the heels of his boots.

“Aren’t you having fun?” giggled Hongjoong, making a gesture to his foggy domain by spreading his arms wide out.

“What do you want from us?! You monster!”

Her cries added fuel to the already burning flames, ironically extinguishing out the last of your patience.  

“Call me something I don’t already know darling.”

The tip of his tongue darted out to lick the blood smear at the corner of his mouth.

That playful grin that had grown to be your favourite on him now looked so sinister. Hongjoong pointed one of the blades directly at you, “It’s time for you to join your little friend, I’m sure he’s already dying to reunite with you.”

“Don’t leave! Please don’t leave me!” the woman buried her face in your back. You didn’t reply to the woman but reached behind to firmly grasp her wrists. She mistook this for reassurance and to your relief, dropped her hands from your back.

Oh, how easy was it to lay the bait.

“What did you do to Wooyoung?”

Hongjoong might’ve expected you to be angry or even hurt, considering you three grew to be somewhat friends over time. Wooyoung and you had taken him under your wings when he was new to the town, and this was how he repaid you? Instead, you held his gaze and your voice didn’t waver when the question came out. If he was surprised he did not show it.

“I wanted a sample, of his music. It didn’t hurt…much…to get it!”

And the crazed twinkle reappeared in his foreign golden orbs, replacing the gentler brown eyes you were used to.

“And I want one from you too! In fact, both you and Wooyoung will be the main features of my next musical composition. I always save the best for the last, but…”

Hongjoong unfolded a fan of blades and drew his arm back into a pre-throw stance, “I’m just a tad impatient tonight and you’ve made me wait long enough angel.”

You found yourself facing down several blades making a beeline for you. To hell with the theatrics if Hongjoong thought he had waited long enough. You had done yours far longer, for the pure satisfaction of being able to rip the limelight away from one who thrives in it – in the perfect moment.

Within the few milliseconds you had left, you harshly yanked what you still had within your grasp to the front.

The applause died down and silence consumed the area.

Hongjoong tilted his head with curiosity and eyes widened by a miniscule at the scene before him. A choked gurgle. The blades had all found their marks on a new target and the corners of your lips curled up as you felt the life drained from the woman’s body before it went limp. Finally, the pest ceased to exist.

“Oh Hongjoong…”

There was a vicious edge to the tone of your voice now, and you let the ragdoll of a body fall into a heap by your feet. You bent down to pluck one of the blades from her body and nonchalantly inspected it. Not really having a care that the pool of red was starting to creep towards your feet.

“…Or would you rather I address you as, Trickster?”

A flicker of surprise, or supposedly irritation, passed over his features. Hongjoong clicked his tongue and slowly dropped his arms back down. What were you exactly playing at? This was his game, not yours.

“Word’s been around. And hearing about the Trickster perked our curiosity…so of course we just had to meet you.”

The puzzle pieces were starting to click together – Hongjoong merely became an actor in this script you gave him. Having Wooyoung and you cross paths with Hongjoong was a crafted intention.

Yet, what made the seeds of anger burst under his skin more so was the climax you denied him.

Hongjoong let out low grunt when one of his knees gave way under him, effectively bringing him down. A hand roughly grabbed the back of his freshly dyed silver hair and forced his head forward.

“When in the presence of the queen, you should be bowing. It’s only courteous, no?”

The dolphin-like laugh followed wasn’t hard to recognise who it belonged to. Another flick of his wrist, Wooyoung manoeuvred Hongjoong like a marionette. Thin, almost-invisible strings gleamed under the tiniest fleck of moonlight. Hongjoong would’ve attempted to sever his ties free but at what cost? Wooyoung prided himself in giving the cleanest cut each time he got bored of his new toy.

You scoffed at the nickname Wooyoung used, with slight affection.

“Hate to burst your bubble hon, but you’re not that special,” Wooyoung continued his mocking. Stepping aside to let you crouch in front of Hongjoong, he watched on with eagerness as you tilted Hongjoong’s chin with his own neon blade you were holding from before.  

“Little musician, you’re the new kid who strolled into our playground. And…”

Hongjoong’s eyes darted to look over your shoulder, at a few other figures who started to appear out of the dark. You tapped his chin to garner his attention once more. His golden eyes met your now, brilliant ruby red ones. A venomous smile stretched across your lips with your pupils forming into slits.  

“…unfortunately, there isn’t enough room for another monster to play around this part of town. “

“However, should you put on another show somewhere else…” suggested the one wearing a white crow’s mask, voice deceptively child-like.

You hummed at the idea. Fingers slowly tracing the playful grin that was already growing back on Hongjoong. It’d be a waste to get rid of such a pretty face wouldn’t it?

“We’d gladly come as your audience when you take the centre stage once more.”

#kwritersworldnet #kpopscape #8makes1teamnet #atzinc #kdiarynet #hongjoong oneshot #ateez au #hongjoong x reader #Ateez hongjoong #ateez oneshot #ateez horror #ateez wooyoung #kim hongjoong #jung wooyoung #dbd au #ateez scenarios #ateez drabbles #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez angst #kpop writing #ateez blurbs #hongjoong scenarios #hongjoong blurbs #kpop fanfic #pyx writes

[darlinvandijk]

Good Girl

Concept: y’all already know so I don’t even need to explain. Just letting you know since half got deleted and I had to rewrite, it might be a little uh messy and have some holes in the plot, just ignore them lmao. Also it literally fucking sucks and I’m so sorry about that, like wow it’s such shit. Hope you little whores have fun while reading this nice and cute little car blurb. Think you can stay quiet while reading it? Hope you enjoy ;)

I smile at everyone as I make my into the kitchen, dressed in my new summer dress for the family get together they were having at the park today. Ruel grabs on to my wrist as I walk past him, lightly tugging me back so that I’m getting hugged from behind, his chin now resting on my shoulder, both arms wrapped loosely around my waist. I let out laugh as he snuggles his face into the crook of my neck, the feeling of his hair against my neck being super ticklish.

“Hey gorgeous, I see you’re wearing the dress I got you” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to my shoulder with a grin. I hum back in agreement, hands resting over the top of his, as I lean back into his warm body. We both look over to Kate as she tells us the plans for the day, all of us nodding along, and listening to her basically tell us to not torment the rest of the family that’s also going to be there. Kate decides that her and Ralph will be going in one car, Ruel and I in another, and then Sylvie will be with coco who will also have Wilbur in the backseat. Ruel of course was ecstatic about us having a car to ourselves, having complained all night about how we can never get away from his family, hopefully now he’ll stop whining so much.

We make our way out of the house, carrying the things we were all assigned to take, only to hear Ruel let out a shout and groan, causing all of us to flip around to see what happened. There laying in a heap on the floor, blankets and little pillows littering around him, is none other than my boyfriend. Before we even get the chance to accuse him of not watching where he’s going like usual, we see a ball of fur fly past the front of our eyes, four little paws slamming straight into Ruels stomach, leaving him a groaning mess yet again.

“Oh there he is! Hey Wilbur get in the car” Coco says, placing hers and sylvies stuff in the trunk, leading Wilbur into the backseat, and acting like she never saw Wilbur drop kick her brother. Kate and Ralph both shrug before getting in their own car, both cars leaving the driveway, leaving me to stand there and watch my boyfriend roll around on the grass. I walk forward and stare down at him, lightly kicking him in the side to see is he’s alive since he went still, getting a muttered “fuck you” thrown at me.

“You’re so dramatic. You know what, maybe you deserved to get your ass beat by Wilbur” I snort, leaning down to take the keys from his pocket, and getting inside of the car. I sit there for a few seconds before the blankets and pillows are thrown into the back and a tall body flops into the drivers seat. “Are you done throwing your fit so we can leave?” I sass, giving him an eye roll as he looks over at me. He stares at me silently with a small glare on his face, waiting to see who was going to break first. You can bet your ass it wasn’t me.

“Fuck fine, you win” he laughs out, a smirk lighting up his face as I throw my head back laughing, knowing he could never beat me in a stare down. I grab his hand off the console, bringing it up to press a kiss to the back of it, before holding it against my thigh. The only thoughts filling my head of how nice it was to just sit in silence with my boyfriend, no interruptions, and definitely no warning glances if a hand slips up a little too high on my leg. “I really like that dress on you, it accentuates your... eyes” he mutters, eyes darting to look at my legs every chance he gets.

“Eyes on the road lover boy, don’t need you crashing because you decided to be extra needy right now” I tell him, pushing his face to stare straight ahead, laughing at the whine he lets out. We finally pull into the parking lot for the park, both of us realizing you have to take a trail to wherever his family is set up at. I unbuckle and reach for the door handle, only to be stopped as Ruel turns my face and presses his lips against mine, giving me a rushed and needy kiss. His hand starts to slide up the front of my dress, before I grab it and move it back, leaning away from him with a stern look. “We have a picnic to go to. Stop being a whore and grab the blankets” I scold him, watching as he drags his hands down his face in frustration, both of us turning and getting out of the car to grab our stuff.

“I literally haven’t been able to be alone with you in two weeks! Two fucking weeks! Can you blame me for wanting to get at least a little action” he grumbles, walking beside me on the path as we try to find his family, glaring at me as I roll my eyes. He picks up his speed and stops in front of me, giving me no choice but to listen to him. “You seriously can’t tell me you’re not bothered by the lack of privacy we’ve had lately” he barely gets out, an accusatory look in his eyes.

“Maybe I’m just not as needy as you Ruel. I don’t need sex to live” I choke out, laughing at the pure shock and annoyance that’s spread across his face. I walk around him, continuing my way down the path, hearing his footsteps a few seconds later as he jogs to get next to me, a thoughtful look covering his face. I wearily watch him out of the corner of my eye, knowing his thinking face always means bad news. I was right.

“You know what, fine. Next time you want a kiss or even literally anything physical, I’m going to say no, even if you beg. Since you’re so fucking self sufficient” he haughtily gets out, watching the look of disbelief I give him, not understanding how one boy can be so over dramatic. Like yeah it sucks that we haven’t had any time alone for awhile, but is it really thaaat big of a deal?

“Trust me the last thing I’m going to do is beg” I snark out, lightly bumping my shoulder against him as I pass him and walk over to where Kate is standing, talking to one of Ruels aunts. They both greet me with smiles, taking the pillows out of my hands so that they can set them up, along with the blankets Ruel finally gives them. They thank both of us before making their way around to set it up since everyone had been standing and waiting for us to show up, but Ruel was too busy arguing with me to hurry up and bring them the stuff.

About 2 hours pass of us all just sitting around and talking, Ruel sitting with some of his cousins across the park, as I lay across Coco’s lap, laughing at Sylvie bringing up Wilbur’s wild attack on Ruel this morning. We’re all laughing and making jokes about how dramatic he can be sometimes before a shadow is caster over us, causing the three of us to turn with scowls on our faces. Guess who’s blocking the sun?

“Let’s go, I have to take a phone call, but I’m not going to go alone” he mutters, eyes trailing along my legs. I let out a huff and push myself further back on to Coco, lifting my hand up to flip Ruel off, hoping he gets the hint that I’m not going anywhere. “Stop being a brat. The faster you get up, the faster we can get back.” He snaps out, showing me just how thin his patience is wearing, making a lazy smile slip on to my lips as I enjoy just how much I can get under his skin. Especially since he wanted to act like an ass earlier just because he’s mad at something that literally isn’t my fault. Like yes, I completely set up a plan to make sure someone was always with us or barging into his room, just so I could fuck with him.

I roll my eyes and get up, telling Sylvie and Coco that I’ll come back as fast as possible, before turning to look at Ruel. He stands there and watches me, before turning and heading straight to the trail, probably wanting to take the call in the car. I trail behind him, watching the way his shoulders flex with his strides, and being entranced by the way his arms flex as he clenches and unclenches his fists. I instantly shake my head, clearing my head of all thoughts of his arms, because like I said earlier, I can live without all of that.

We reach the car, Ruel walking with me to my side as he holds the door open for me, before he walks around to sit in the drivers seat. I blankly stare straight ahead, watching the birds that fly through the trees, and the bees that fly around the flowers in silence. Ruels voice then breaks the silence as he answers a call, his voice instantly cheering up as he talks to Nate. He rests his hand on the middle console, my eyes darting over to see if he’ll make the move to hold my hand, only to be met with no movement at all as he laughs at whatever Nate told him.

I let out a small sigh, leaning my chair back a bit to get more comfortable, knowing just how long these calls can sometimes take. I can see Ruel make a small glance at me, eyeing the way I hold my hands on my lap, since I’m not willing to make the first move and grab his hand, knowing all he’ll do is throw my words back at me as soon as he gets off the phone. He turns back to look straight again, causing me to let out another sigh, hoping he’ll feel bad. I hear him let out an annoyed breath, before his hand reaches over and rests on my thigh, rubbing small circles as he pays attention to his phone call. I smile at his way of showing he gives in, placing my hand on top of his, giving it a light squeeze.

I lay my head against the window and shut my eyes, deciding that taking a nap for a few minutes wouldn’t hurt anybody, and since I was going to fall asleep no matter what to the feeling of him rubbing the same pattern on my leg. I start to drift off to the sound of his voice and his soothing touch, before my eyes instantly dart open and I grip his wrist. Just barely stopping the hand that was trying to slither up my dress, knowing this little fucker was trying to seduce me again. I give him a warning look before putting his hand back to its oringinal spot, choosing to instead lay on my side and watch him talk on the phone, my eyes trained on the way the sun reflects off of his smooth skin. As I watch him, I can feel my heart start to race, feeling nothing but infatuation as I just look at how truly beautiful he is, having never seen someone as absolutely breathtaking as him. Ruel glances over at me, raising an eyebrow at me in question, probably wondering why I was burning a hole into the side of his head.

“Yeah, sounds good to me. Yeah, of course. Cool, talk to you later Nate” Ruel finally says, concluding his 30 minute phone call. I open my mouth to speak, ready to tell him how I can’t believe he made me sit in the car for this long so he could talk to nate, only to be interrupted by the boy himself. “Want to tell me why you stared at me for literally like 20 minutes straight? Like you didn’t even blink” he laughs out, a small smirk forming on his face as he watches the way my eyes stay trained on his lips. My brain finally being able to take in all of him as we sit in the car together. Alone.

“I had nothing else to look at. So I just chose to look at you” I reason, a blush coating my face as he gives me an unconvinced look. He sends me a boyish smile after a few moments, lifting his hand to cup my face, his brain turning mischievous instantly as he watches me press my face closer to his hand for more contact. Realizing that my body was finally giving in to the lustful mindset that he was also in. So I lean over the console, pressing my lips against his in a light kiss, wanting nothing more than to show my boyfriend a little affection, finally taking in that maybe the lack of physical touch lately is genuinely getting to him. Since I can definitely feel the toll it’s taking on me start to fly in at a rapid pace. As I go to pull away, his hand instantly grips my hair again, pushing me back against him, my hands flying up to his chest from the sudden movement. He pulls away, hand still in my hair, with a hazy look in his eyes. A look that I know all too well.

“I’m not done with you yet” he mutters, reaching over and grabbing my hips, pulling me to rest on his lap, my chest pressed against his as he leans his chair back. He lifts his head up and connect our lips again, choosing to let them move at a languid pace, his tongue swiping at my bottom lip, waiting for me to open my mouth. I keep my mouth shut to taunt him, causing him to let out a laugh as he leans forward, completely pressing me against the steering wheel. He adds more pressure to the kiss, making me press my body hard enough into the steering wheel that the horn beeps.

“Ruel! We need to be careful, if we get caugh-“ I try to scold him, his mouth slamming against mine with a laugh, before I can even finish my sentence, his hips pressing up and rolling against mine at a slow pace, not wanting to completely jump ahead too fast. The action causes me to gasp, Ruel instantly taking that opportunity to press our tongues together, easily letting them tangle in the dance they’ve done together many times before.

My dress starts to get caught on the wheel from the way he still has me pressed against it, making it slowly start moving up my thighs, which catches Ruels eyes in an instant. “Wow look at that, already trying to flash me and I’ve barely touched you” he chuckles, a playful look flashing across his eyes for a few seconds before turning back to their lustful gaze, his eyes catching sight of white lace.

“Fuck you” I mumble, knowing he was going to tease me relentlessly for everything I said earlier, just to end up doing exactly what he wanted anyways. I’m not even able to care about the teasing I know he’s going to do later, the only thing filling my mind being that of the anticipation for his next move. Upon hearing my words, his hands tighten on my hips, and he jerks my body forwards, a gasp leaving my lips as the movement makes me roughly grind against him.

“That’s what I’m trying to do” he says, sitting up to pull me flush against his body, hands gripping my dress to pull me closer. I let out a gasp as his lips attach to my neck, slowly moving down to my collarbone, taunting me. My hands shakily reach up, tangling in his already messy hair, before I give a tug as he licks over a particularly sensitive part, a moan leaving his lips at my harsh hair pull. His hands slide up my dress, resting on the curve of my back, arching me into him even more than I already was, trying to press every part of my body as close to his as possible. My body ends up being so tightly pressed against his, that I swear our hearts started to beat as one.

“Look at you baby, all needy and out of breath for me” he muses, pulling back to rest flat against the seat, looking up at me with a devilish smirk, his hands sliding from my back to rest on my hips. I let out a shaky breath as his hands slide to the front of my thighs, my heart feeling like it might just fall out of my chest. “This might be my favorite view. Seeing you above me looking all pretty for me. You’re so good for me huh” he breathily whispers as he pulls me down, our lips barely brushing each other’s as he talks. My body tensing up at the meaning behind his words, becoming even more flustered than I was before, my legs unconsciously squeezing against him.

“Gonna be good for me?” He questions, hands sliding up my dress as he pulls my hips tight against him, a daunting smirk tugging at his lips, loving the control he has over me. I nod my head, unable to form words at that moment, too entranced by the feeling of his body against mine, and the need to be closer to him. He laughs, feeling the way I grasp at him to be closer, hearing the airy gasps that leave my lips as I stare at him in a daze. His lips press against mine, as his hands start to roam around my hips, causing me to let out a soft groan against his lips. He pulls away and trails one of his hands up my neck, grabbing my chin to make me look him in the eyes. “Think you can stay quiet for me?” He mutters, eyes darkening by the second. My mouth drops open at his request, my heart stuttering as it takes in the words that so effortlessly fell from his lips.

“I need you to use your words baby” he mutters, his thumb pulling my bottom lip and letting it snap back into place. I stare at him wordlessly for a few seconds, only shaken out of my trance as he pushes my hips down and grinds up against me, causing me to let out a whine and grab on to his arm. “Words. Use them.” He lets out, watching the way my eyes roll back at his touch, feeling completely euphoric in his embrace.

“Yes, I can be quiet. I promise” I mutter, looking at him with wide eyes, wanting nothing more than to be touched and loved on by him. He looks me up and down, eyes watching the way my chest rises and falls, taking in the slight tremble my body has in anticipation, and feeling my heart pound as I hold myself against him. I then lean forward and press my lips against his neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks, completely disregarding the fact that everyone will know what we were up to once they see them. He tilts his head back to give me more access, moving both his hands to rest on my ass, fingertips digging into the flesh as he holds me against him.

“You like being on top? Think you can handle it?” He whispers as he pulls me away from his neck, choosing to lean forward and connect his lips with my collarbones and upper chest, my hands tangling in his hair instantly. I nod my head as he glances up at me, willing to do anything to make him happy right now. He smiles at my willingness, opening his mouth to speak, but getting distracted as my hands start to slide up his shirt along his abdomen. Goosebumps rising on his skin as I drag my nails along it.

“I can handle whatever you want me to handle” I slowly get out, feeling the mood in the car literally triple. He watches me through dark eyes, before sitting up and pinning me against the window, leaving me a panting mess.

“Whatever I want you to handle?” He hums out, eyes watching my every movement, a grin lighting up his face as I shiver from his touch. I nod my head shakily at his question, watching as his hand starts to trail up my arm. “Good girl” he mutters against my lips, his hand sliding up to my throat and wrapping his fingers around it, lightly squeezing down.

“Oh my gOD this is DISGUSTING” is all we hear get screeched out, both of us pushing each other away, coming face to face with Coco, who looks like she could throw up at any second now. “Lets go, mom got suspicious and turns out she was right. I can’t believe this. I- you’re never going to live this down when I tell everyone” Coco states, watching the terror that spreads across our faces at her words. Both of us knowing we were in deep shit once Kate finds out what were doing in his car.

Let’s just say the talk we got when we made it home was so bad that we swore off car makeout sessions for life. I’ll never forget the look on Wilburs face when Coco said Ruel was choking me... in a way that wasn’t him trying to kill me. Poor Wilbur. I hope one day he can find it in his heart to forgive me for traumatizing him.

#ruel imagine #ruel one shot #ruel imagines #one ruel #ruel #ruel van dijk #ruelvincentvandijk #free time ep #imagines #one shot #imagine #x reader #ruel fanfic

[wizardofozymandias]

Five Best Bits From 2020

Edit: I was tagged by @noire-pandora and Tumblr decided to bury the notification. 

Tagging: @blarfkey, @nug-juggler, @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold, @queenaeducan, @luzial, @myrddinderwydd. Sorry for re-tagging most of y’all, but it’s hard to keep up with everyone who’s been tagged.

2020 was my most productive year for writing, and the first time I published any fanfiction. I’ve put my five favorite snippets under the cut, along with links to my AO3.

From The Cult of Fen’Harel, Chapter 4, The Bard and the Bees. This is probably my favorite passage I’ve written so far. I love the idea of Solas getting desperate enough to try recruiting Sera. And it goes as well as anyone could expect. 

Sera made a face. “Don’t want none of your elven glory shite. Did you forget, my people are the friends of Red Jenny? Ellana’s my friend, and you hurt her. My people look out for each other, don’t team up with nobs who hurt us. Besides, it’s all stupid. Your magic and ancient rot, you’ll just burn the world down to get what you want. Couldn’t make me be part of that.”

“Please, Sera, think of what you could be, what you could do.”

“I could be dead, workin’ for you! Can’t you hear my no? Let me say it louder for you: NO.”

“Don’t you see that the elves are just the type of people you claim you want to help? The little people you fight for could finally have something of their own, instead of being relegated to the dregs of society.”

That seemed to set Sera off. She was on her feet and in his face in seconds. “Solas, you nug-sucking, piss-brained, moldy-arsed wanker! Don’t talk to me about little people! I’ve seen your altars and shite, you think you’re some mercy-giving god? Fuck you! You never see anybody ‘cept your elfy elves! You don’t give a shit for anybody but your people!”

Her tirade went on for several minutes. Solas remained as still as stone while she harangued him. Truthfully, he feared for his life. He had seen what a powerhouse Sera was on the battlefield. He was only grateful she was too close to shoot him. When she seemed to be winding down, he opened his mouth to speak again.

She stuck a finger in his face. “No!”

He gently pushed her hand away, then tried to speak again.

She repeated the gesture. “No! I’m leaving, and my lot had better not hear a peep outta yours!”

Sera started walking away. Solas took a step in her direction, one last futile attempt to persuade her, and was hit in the chest with a jar of bees.

~

From Daisy’s Garden: This conversation between Merrill and Keeper Marethari is based heavily on my own experiences with an abusive parent. Marethari struck me immediately as someone who gets away with treating Merrill like shit by burying her viciousness in concern for Merrill. Slight verbal/emotional abuse cw.

Merrill couldn’t get her breath between her sobs. She didn’t want Marethari so near, didn’t want to be touched, didn’t deserve to be touched. Here she was, crying without a reason, and delaying her lessons, and babbling about nothing. When she did manage to speak again, she simply choked out another, “I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?”

“I’m sorry for being a fool,” Merrill said miserably.

“That’s a terrible thing to say about yourself, da’len. You’re a capable, intelligent, beautiful young woman. Just because you take these silly notions is no reason to torment yourself. You simply need to be more careful about not saying every ridiculous thing that enters your head.”

~

From The Cult of Fen’Harel, Chapter 5, Fresh Brewed Trouble. This is the first time Solas actually asks Ellana about the cult. It was fun to write him having a complete meltdown about his opposition being. . .less well-organized than he expected.

“What is the Cult of Fen’Harel?” he demanded.

Ellana grinned mischievously. “Enjoying your reading material?”

“Brother Genitivi,” he spat, “seems to think that they are a Dalish fertility cult.”

“That’s been the most popular theory, based on ‘the proliferation of crude phallic imagery’ found at the sites where the cultists have gathered. Although Brother Burbadur has some unique ideas.”

“That hack?! They still allow him to publish?!”

Ellana giggled. “So, you know about Brother Burbadur? I’ve sent you a copy of his latest book. It’s all about your cult.”

“With his Snake-Kings and lunatics? Mythal enaste, what have you done?”

“You mean Moon Men?” Ellana corrected. “Don’t you realize, Solas? I don’t have to instigate everything. It’s like Thedas itself wants you to fail.”

~

From The Cult of Fen’Harel, Chapter 6, The Mirror’s Secret. I love, love, love any instances of Solas interacting with an old Keeper Lavellan. So of course I had to send him to Clan Lavellan to bargain with Ellana’s grandmother. (For clarification, Keeper Deshanna Istimaethoriel goes by Mae in CoFH.)

Solas coldly repeated his question: “Again, what do you expect me to do here?”

Mae put her hands on her hips. “Well, I don’t want you to join the ‘rituals,’ if that’s what you’re afraid of. Your followers have been nothing but a nuisance lately. I’d like you to put the fear of their god in them.”

“How exactly?”

“You’re the Dread Wolf. Figure it out. I just want you to chase them off and scare them enough that they’ll stop trashing the altars and stealing the clan’s statues. I won’t mention what we had to clean off those statues last time.”

Solas shuddered.

Boisterous laughter and torchlight from the clearing signaled the cultists’ arrival.

“They’re here,” Mae whispered. “Get to it. Just don’t hurt any of them.”

“You should go now,” Solas warned.

“Before you become too terrifying for my mortal eyes to behold?”

Solas looked at her pointedly.

She snorted. “I’m not missing this show. But you’d better get out there before they start stripping.” She peered around a tree. “They’re barely wearing anything as it is.”

Solas shuddered again. Then, feeling more than a little embarrassed with someone watching, shrugged off his mortal form. The howl of the giant, six-eyed wolf echoed to the ends of the Free Marches.

~

From Of Mages and Moon Men. I desperately want Solas and Dorian to be friends, so writing them having fun together makes me happy. 

Dorian chuckled and looked at Solas. “It seems you aren’t such a wet blanket after all. Just present you with silly books about ancient elves and you’re downright companionable.”

Solas ignored Dorian’s attempt to bait him. “You are not such bad company yourself, Master Pavus. I would not have expected it.”

Dorian made a face. “Solas, I will promise never to insult your wardrobe again if you will promise to never refer to me as Master Pavus.”

“Does it irk you so much?” Solas couldn’t stop the smile from tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“I hope to be old and grey before I’m forced to go by Master Pavus.”

“Fair enough. I suppose we can consider this a cease fire between us?”

“Certainly!” Dorian held out his hand for Solas to shake. “I’ve never laughed at ridiculous Chantry scholarship with a better fellow.”

#my writing #dragon age #fanfiction #tag game #five best bits of 2020 #ozy writes #solavellan #solas & sera #merrill #solas & keeper lavellan #solas & dorian #can you tell i enjoy writing solas? #most of these are just me laughing at my own jokes tbh #maybe i should try writing something serious this year

[drowseoftaylor]

i want your ice cream (roger taylor x reader)

Summary: the reader and Roger spend a hot day in the pool together ;) based off the song “Ice Cream” by MIKA please listen if you haven’t it really gives the vibe this fit is trying to give off and it be a straight BOP. lyrics are in bold

Warnings: fluff?, swearing, smut (18+ for SURE)

Author’s note: Thank you so much for all the support on my writing so far you guys are the best. I hope you like this one. remember I love to hear your feedback and requests are forever open. love xxx alright now lets hit it

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The laughter of children and the sound of strangers riding around in white square trucks handing out sweet treats to kids fills the air in the town that Roger and you decided to settle down and buy your house in. Summer was in full swing as it was mid July and the UK was in the peak of it’s heat wave. The grasses in all the people’s lawns turned bright yellow while they were either locked in their houses freezing in the air conditioning, or subconsciously trying to drown themselves in the coolness of their pools. Which is exactly what you were trying to do on this 102 degree day.

When I hear that sound, I know what’s coming ‘round

Thirty-nine degrees, too hot for the bees

The grass is turning yellow

Streets are slow and mellow

The faucet keeps on dripping 

And the clock, it keeps on ticking

You get off your pool float and try to swim some laps in the pool. When you feel cooled off enough you decide to lay your beach towel on your deck and try to soak up the blazing hot rays in an effort to get somewhat tan, as 90% of the year, you were shaded by clouds and rain. Classic England.

As you stretch out and hear your radio softly playing the summer hits in the background, you sigh in content and place your arms above your head and slightly cross your lower legs. Your ribcage moving up and down with every breath.

Soon, tiny beads of sweet start to form in the crooks of your neck, down your chest and on the tops of your thighs. You shift uncomfortably and try to just focus on your tan and somehow enjoy this unbearable heat.

After about five minutes it starts to become too much and you start to shift to get up and dive in the pool again, just until a familiar voice startled you.

“Don’t go anywhere baby, I’ve brought you something.” Roger said walking over to you with nothing on but a round pair of sunglasses, his short blonde hair matted to his forehead with sweat, pink swim trunks, and him holding two ice cream cones and a bucket of ice with two wine coolers inside.

“Ooo, what’s all this?” You say propping yourself up on your arms and he bends down to give your lips a quick peck before sitting down at the edge of your towel and putting the ice bucket beside him and then handing you a cone.

“You looked so hot and flustered out here. Thought you needed a little cooling off, yeah?” He says flashing you a quick smile and licking a long stripe of the vanilla on his tongue which causes you to giggle.

“Thank you, Rog. That’s very sweet.” You say running your hand down his chest and eating your treat.

A few minutes pass of mindless chatter and the slow eating.

“I feel like it’s mocking me..” You say narrowing your eyes and turning your head to the pool while putting your sunglasses back on.

“Who’s mocking you?” Roger says putting down his ice cream and moving in between your two knees, sitting on his own.

“The pool! I feel like it knows it’s so cool, and I'm so hot. it’s just unfair.” You say giggling to yourself and looking up at him.

Roger ignores your comment and slowly adjusts your legs so you are leaning on your elbows and your legs are bent while he wraps his hands around your knees and delivers a chaste kiss to your left then right knee.

“Oh yeah?” He says while delivering kisses all down your thighs as he hunches himself over your legs, causing you to move them down. At this point, you forget about the vanilla cream you were once eating and it starts to slowly drip down your hand and eventually down your arm. Roger giggles and he kisses a sweaty patch between your boobs.

“God y/n, your body is sweltering with heat.” Roger says. Right after this comment, his hand slips down your thigh and grazes over your real heat through your now again damp bikini bottoms.

“Mmm yes, baby. You have no idea how hot I am.” You say throwing your head back and taking a deep breath in.

Roger hovers over you and starts hungrily kissing and sucking only our pulse point on your neck and his knee rubs at your core causing you to grown and squish the cone you surely have forgotten about causing a crunching noise.

This causes Roger to look up and a smirk forms on his shapely lips. He leans down to your wrist and licks a thick stripe from your middle finger all the way down your elbow, collecting the sweet vanilla on his tongue before swallowing. You watch him with desire, the heat becoming even more present around you. Your senses start to heighten and the smells around you grow stronger. The smell of the plastic of the pool floats baking, chlorine from the bright blue pool, and the sweetness of the vanilla engulf you as you smile at your blonde boy.

Then, he moves down between your legs and you prop your legs back up and lay flat as you drop the cone on the scorching deck next to you.

Roger hooks a finger on the inside of your bikini and pushes it to the side. He looks at you with hunger and desire and he then blows a cool breath onto your now dripping heat and your groan with anticipation.

“Roger, please...” You say as a hand finds his sweaty hair.

He then takes his tongue and again licks a fat stripe all the way up your folds and circles lightly around your clit which causes your back to arch slightly and your breath to catch in your throat.

Suddenly he sits back up on his knees and he places his hands on your inner thighs and pushes them apart in front of him, causing your head to shoot up in surprise.

“What the fuck?” You say wanting, no, needing more.

“Y/n, have I ever told you that you taste like ice cream? So so sweet, baby. You’re my favorite flavor.”

He smirks and your eyes fall heavy at his words. God, he made you melt.

The swimming pool is laughing with its shiny, bright blue teeth

Laughing at my body as it’s sweltering with heat

The smell of colored plastic baking in the sun

Sweet just like frustration, my senses on the run

After he says this, he moves his hand away from your knee and grabs a large ice cube from the bucket.

“Let me try to cool you off, princess.” He says with a smile and his eyes dart to your core. With one hand his slips of your bottoms and places the cube between his teeth. 

He starts at one end of your folds and moves the ice cube with his mouth up your throbbing core and when it reaches your clit he swirls it around the bundle of nerves and you let out a long moan and grasp his hair tightly.

“Fuck, Roger more please.” 

Your moans are making him insatiable and to see the glistening of your sternum is making him so very hard.

He brings the ice cube up further and brings it all the way past your belly button and past your upper abdomen as he brings it to both your nipples through your thin bikini top and swirls it around each one, him and you groaning as he does so.

Then he takes the cube out of his mouth, “Open up, baby.”

You part your lips and he drops the cube in you mouth and then instantly latches his lips to yours and as you make out, hands go everywhere and the cube starts to melt. Roger then pulls apart and smiles down at you.

You didn’t know if it was early onset heat stroke or just confidence that hit you, but suddenly you were on top of Roger straddling him grinding your bare core harshly onto his hard on through his swimming trunks.

“Babe, I'm too hard for this. Y-you gotta stop, I’m gonna-” His speech is cut off by a loud and shameless moan as you speed your hips up harder and his hands find your hips and he presses his fingers into them hard. Him forcing to keep his eyes open to watch you bounce.

“Oh yeah, baby? What’re you gonna do if I don’t stop? Hmm?” You say teasing and starting to grope yourself through your top as Roger loved seeing you do that whenever you were on top of him.

“Ahh fuck! I-I’ll cum, y/n, I-” He screws his eyes shut and suddenly you stop and pull down his trunks just enough so his hard on slaps against his stomach and you take the base of his length in your warm hand and start to pump him hard and fast, watching his reaction.

“Come on, Roger, cum for me. I want your ice cream.” You say with a devilish smirk.

Roger throws his head back and nothing but harsh moans and groans come from his lips as you egg him on, the pleasure becoming unbearable for him.

“W-where do you...w-want it? Tell me p-pretty girl.” He says his pupils blown wide and sweat dripping from him, his abdomen absolutely sparkling with sweat.

“I want it melting on my tongue. Come on, give it to me. All I want is more.”

And with that, Roger painted your face and mouth with himself and his whole body shook with pleasure as he let out choked sobs and balled up the beach towel beneath him with his fists. After he came down you laid beside him and pulled his trunks back on, along with your bottoms. You clean your face up too, after Roger admires his art work.

“I think we’re gonna need more than an ice cube to cool us off after that.” You say laughing and placing a kiss on your face.

“Mmm, yeah. But you know what?” Roger says looking at you with his ocean blue, constantly nodded eyes.

“What, babe?” You say with a lazy smile.

“Tell me, do I taste like vanilla, too?”

I want your ice cream

I want it lying in the sun

I want your ice cream

I want it melting on my tongue

I want your ice cream

I want it, whatcha waiting for/

Ice cream, every bite

All I want is more

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Y’all. I hope I didn't ruin ice cream for you haha. my original intention was for this to not be so filthy but whatever. I hope you guys like this little summer thing I am doing. Hopefully I won’t go to the for this. I've for sure read worse. anyway, let me know what you think! <3

#roger taylor #roger taylor fluff #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor smut #roger taylor blurb #roger meddows taylor #Queen #queen x reader #queen fanfiction #queen band #mine

[netlifxandcastielclosed]

Fic where Cas and the reader go trick or treating together?

“I don’t think it’s a wise choice, Y/N,” Cas said deeply, imagining every dangerous possibility that can happen from ringing stranger’s doorbells.

“It’s a human tradition, Cas! The Celts thought the barrier between our world and the world of ghosts and spirits got really thin on this day. So they threw a big party to try and scare them away! And don’t worry about going door to door! We do that all the damn time when we are working a case.” 

Cas furrowed his brows in confusion as you slipped on your costume. The one you had picked out for him had not moved an inch from his clenched fist. He was overly concerned about the fabric being too revealing.  

“And where am I suppose to hide my angel blade in these?” Cas stuffed his thick thighs into fuzzy black tights that had none of the pockets he’d grown accustomed to in his trench coat. 

“Here, give it to me. I’m bringing a big bag. More room for candy,” you said gleefully. 

Now that the two of you were fully dressed, Cas picked up his plastic candy bucket that was shaped like a giant flower and the extra pillowcase you suggested packing, for which he did not know the purpose. He followed you through the bunker hallways and up to the front room. Sitting doing research and avoiding all possible reminders of the holiday was Sam. Across from him sat Dean eating his second dinner of the night. Dean’s smile stretched from ear to ear when he saw you both walk into the room.

“Sammy, you gotta get a load of this,” Dean nearly choked on his doughnut burger hybrid and almost fell out of his seat.

“You know how I feel about Halloween. I want no part of this,” Sam grumbled. 

“No, really. Sammy. You don’t want to miss this.”

Sam reluctantly peeled his eyes away from his laptop and saw his two best friends standing side by side in giant fuzzy bee costumes. You, with that typical worry-free sparkle your eyes and Castiel looking more puzzled than ever before. It’s worth noting that this is the first smile Sam had cracked a smile on Halloween night in years.  

“Well don’t the two of you look just…” Sam started to say.

“(Y/N) chose this costume for me. Do you think it will scare away the spirits,”  asked Cas genuinely. “I do like the honeybees in the garden but I have noticed many humans are terrified of them. I’ve packed some salt and holy water in my bag in the instance this doesn’t work out”. 

“As long and your bumble butts bring me back some candy, I don’t care how y’all dress,” said Dean trying to pretend like he wasn’t a little jealous of being able to go trick or treating. Truthfully, he was a little turned on seeing you and Cas in bee costumes. He thought to himself, you both could buzz on into his room later that night when Sammy was asleep. 

—

Before walking up to the first door of the night, you explained to Cas what to say and how to hold out his bucket for candy. He only slightly heard what you said but didn’t bother to ask you to repeat yourself. He was more worried about the trick part of the night and he assumed he could deal with it once it came around. 

DING DONG!

“Tricks nor Treats,” Castiel grumbled deeply, arms stuck straight out to the old woman who wondered why a fully grown man dressed as a bee was out trick or treating. 

“It’s ‘Or’ not ‘Nor’, lovey. We’ll try it again at the next place,” you said sweetly. “Thank you for the candy, M’am. Happy Halloween. Stay safe.”

As you walked back down the path, Cas sprinkled some salt on the uneven cobblestone and murmured some Enochian under his breath. 

Door number two. DING DONG!

“No tricks, just treats, please.” 

You shot a look at Cas that would make any celestial being cower. His shoulders stiffened and then he shook off the chill that went down his spine. He thanked the couple at the door and shuffled back down the driveway. More salt sprinkled and on to the next house. 

A few blocks later and a pillowcase filled to the brim with candy, Cas had a completely different look across his face. He was more eager to keep going after each house but your feet had other ideas. It had a been a few hours and you were more exhausted than when you fought that vamp last week. 

“Last house, okay? I’m ready for bed and I’m sure Sam is tired of hearing Dean complaining about wanting candy.”

“Of course. We’ve managed to avoid all of these tricks so far. Now might be a good time to call it a night.” 

Both of you walked up to the last house and when Cas went to knock, the door was ajar. It swung open after the first attempt at a knock. No lights were on in the hallway but a dim glow was coming from the kitchen. 

“Hello,” Castiel cautiously ask. “Trick or treat?” 

“Is anyone home? Your door was unlocked. Hello?” You took a step forward, one foot on the threshold of the door. A smelly wave of sulfur hit you and you found yourself abruptly being dragged into the house by an invisible source.

“(Y/N)! What’s going on? Where’d you go?” Cas began to panic slightly. He instinctively reached for his coat pocket in hopes of grabbing his angel blade, only to feel polyester fuzz on his hands.  A second later he realized it was at the bottom of his candy filled pillowcase. He dumped the candy on the floor and flew into the kitchen. He found you stuck on the ceiling above the stove. An angry demon sat at the counter examining a plastic decorative skull.

“Ah, my favorite time of year, Halloween. Teenagers dressing up as monsters and playing games to summons us from the depths of Hell. It’s quite entertaining, really.” 

“The trick,” Cas said pointedly. 

“And just as my luck would have it, the one house that decided to summon me would be the one I find you and your human pet, Castiel.” The demon chuckled, stood up and continued to ransack through the kitchen. 

“Who are you,” growled Castiel.

“You don’t remember me, angel? I thought we shared an intimate moment all that time ago. It’s not every day that an angel and a demon breathe the same air and live to tell the tale.” 

Castiel looked up at you with a questioning look to make sure you were not hurt. Your mouth was sealed shut and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t move an inch. But the look in your eyes gave Cas some peace, and no visible blood or injuries was a good sign. 

“I remember you,” Cas recalled, “and I also remember what I said I’d do if I ever saw you again. I sent you back to Hell with Crowley and he said…”

“The King is dead, angel. There’s nothing to fear in Hell anymore. It’s all free rein and I don’t have to answer to anyone anymore. Not even you. So here I am. Even I deserve a little fun, don’t I?” 

It had been a long while since you’d dealt with your average everyday demon. Most hunts were about saving the world these days but ever since Crowley died more stray demons were running amok. Castiel was tired. ‘Not today’, he thought to himself. He wasn’t going to let some low-level demon ruin this night for him.

The arrogant demon parted his lips to speak again but before he could get a sound out, Castiel’s hand was pressed to his forehead. Bright, blinding light and some dissipating black smoke filled the room and the next thing you remember is being carried out of the house in the arms of your angel. 

—

Your eyes blinked open and the first thing that comes into focus is Dean with a pile of empty candy wrappers sprawled across the table. Sam was asleep in the chair next to you, hunched over with drool dripping down his chin from waiting for you to wake up. 

“Welcome back, (Y/N),” smiled Castiel.

“Cas? Wha- What happened? Where’s the demon?” 

“Don’t worry your fuzzy little ass about that, (Y/N),” said Dean mouth full of fun-sized Twix bars. “Cas saw you sticky stuck on that ceiling and stung the crap outta that demon.” 

“Enough with the bee puns, Dean,” Sam murmured groggily, “He’s been at it all night since you guys got back.” 

When you went to stretch out the pain in your muscles, you realized you were no longer in costume but in soft pajamas. 

“How did I,” you ask concernedly.

“Cas,” smirked Dean, “I offered to help out but,” knowing very well Cas hung the bee costumes in Dean’s room for later, “he said it would bee inappropriate. It’s too bad. I would have loved to get a peek at your boo-bees. I’ll be the bird and you two can bee the bees!”

“Dean,” Sam shouted disgustedly.

“I’ve pollen for the both of you so buzz on in and bee mine,” winked Dean.

“We’ll never hear the end of this, will we, Cas,” you sighed.

“I’m afraid not, Honey,” Castiel said without hesitation. 

Dean stood up, smiled that never-ending shit-eating grin until Sam ran to his room, locked the door and put in earplugs. 

—–

NOTE: Ha! I’m not going to pretend like it didn’t take me days to write this.  I legit wrote maybe a paragraph a day because I procrastinate more than anyone I know haha ALSO I didn’t intend for it to be this long but it’s cute so yeah. Halloween is my jam, yo! also tagging @imamotherfuckingstar-lord because I mentioned I was writing :PP.S. I didn’t proofread this so if there are errors OH FUCKING WELL 

Happy Halloween, Bitches!

#bookcaseninja #SPN #Supernatural #spn family #spn cast #Destiel #Dean #Cas #Castiel #Dean Winchester #Misha Collins #Jensen Ackles #my angel boo #the great love of my life #Sam #Sam Winchester #Jared Padalecki #asks #netflixandcastiel

[angeltiddies]

voice like thunder, face like fire.

Ok y’all, this one, with the cheesiest title ever, is for both @itricky1 and @thekingofgreenapples. I might add a part two bc i combined y’alls and don’t wanna disappoint! but i have a bunch of prompts to finish, so this is all for now! enjoy! 

Cas and Dean have been best friends since the Winchester's moved into the little blue house across the street from Castiel’s green one. From the moment Cas accompanied his mom, trailing behind her with a grip on her long floral dress, to offer raw honey and apple pie to the new neighbors, the two boys just clicked. 

Dean saw the blue eyes peeking out from behind a burst of purple and yellow flora and knew he needed this boy to be his friend. The next day, Dean accompanied his own mother, marching confidently in front of her (looking both ways on the rarely trafficked street before crossing), to return the pie dish and offer friendship to the new boy. 

With countless adventures through the fields surrounding their homes, treehouse construction in Dean’s front yard, and beekeeping lessons in Castiel’s, they only grew closer. Dean considered Castiel a brother to him, even if maybe sometimes he got inexplicable butterflies when Castiel held eye contact for a little bit too long or tackled him into soft grass in the lawn. Maybe.

-

When they reach sophomore year, Dean, 17 years old, and Castiel, 16, the rumors swirling around the nature of their relationship only grow. Dean adamantly denies any and all rumors of romantic attachment while Castiel stays quiet and listens intently to his friend’s rebuttals. And sure, maybe Cas has other reasons for staying quiet, but being 16, Castiel’s a late bloomer in the vocal department. 

His voice is still high, cracking often and refusing to budge. He blushes every time it cracks and Dean, with his already deepening voice, tries to reassure him. Cas brushes him off and Dean just smiles and stays patient. It works. They always work. 

It’s a Monday after a family vacation and a rare weekend without seeing Cas, when Dean walks into the school and spots him. He’s sitting alone in the quad, black hair messy, striped tee rolled up at the sleeves, and focusing intently on a sketchbook. Dean approaches quietly, reaching around his friend with his hands to cover his eyes. 

“Guess who?” 

Castiel lets out a light sigh and pulls the hands from his eyes, looking up from where he’s seated with big blue eyes, he grins, “Dean.” 

At that, Dean’s eyes widen, his breath hitches, he has to hold himself with a hand to stabilize himself on the support pillar by where Cas is seated. 

Castiel’s voice is like a roll of thunder chasing Dean through a field of wheat, it’s like the rough sting of whiskey he’s snuck from his father’s liquor cabinet on more than one occasion, it’s like the bark on the tree outside of his house, it’s like a million bees droning at the same time, preparing honey for a great feast. It’s perfect and so low and beautiful and Dean’s heart stammers as his cheeks fill with blood. He wishes he could - really fucking wishes he could - shake his god damn 17-year-old self out of his trance, but he doesn’t have the self-control. He’s in awe and he’s realizing he’s fucking in love and he’s realizing Castiel’s going to be a man one day and he’s not going to need his dumb childhood friend anymore, and god, that low vocal timbre is projecting him into the future and dredging up the past and he can’t. fucking. deal. 

And suddenly, his thoughts quiet as he feels a large hand on his right arm, grounding him. He raises his green eyes up to be met with brilliant cerulean blue, and a concerned look on Castiel’s face. 

“Are you alright?” Castiel growls out. But god, even in all of its gravelly glory, it’s still so soft, so caring, still his same Castiel. 

Dean manages to clear his throat and let out a weak, “‘Course,” with an unconvincing smirk on his lips.

“Are you sure Dean? I think you need to sit down.” 

And then suddenly another strong hand is on his shoulder and he’s being guided to the seat Castiel was in before him. As he sits, he is finally able to take a deep breath and keep his heart from beating out of his chest. He huffs out a laugh as Castiel squats in front of him to check his temperature. Dean catches Cas’ wrist before he can examine Dean any more thoroughly. 

“Really, Cas. ‘M alright. Just...your voice.” 

“Ah, yes, I was hoping for it to drop one of these days, although I am quite surprised by the low timbre. It certainly will take some time to get used to.” 

“It surprised me.” Dean smiles weakly, realizing his fingers are still softly holding onto Castiel’s wrist. His cheeks heat up again and he crosses his legs as he lets go. Jesus fucking christ, I'm a disaster, he thinks. 

He can deal with all the god damn feelings some other time, for now, he just needs to survive the day. 

In classic Winchester style, he pushes everything down and grins at his friend as he stands back up, hooking his thumbs under his backpack straps, “Puberty man. Fucks with us all, doesn’t it,” and motions to Castiel to walk with him to class.

Castiel beams like the sun and walks in stride with Dean. 

After a few comfortably silent moments, he quirks his head at Dean and asks, “How’s it fucking with you exactly?” 

Dean nearly chokes as he lets out a laugh, “Now that’s a conversation to save for the treehouse, buddy.”

Castiel nods his head, “Sounds good.” 

Dean smiles to himself, You have no idea just how good it sounds. 

#this is def a little sub par im sorry yall #if you notice major typos lmk before reblogging pleaase #destiel #deancas #destiel ficlet #destiel prompts #prompt fill #my fics #king !! #angel !!

[gothparker]

So! I made a thing. A cute thing. I hate my writing but I hope y’all enjoy it! It’s based off of Billie from It, I fucking love his little stutter so this fic is based off of my dumb attachment to that character aha. So here it is 🐀💘 (I also love how Tumblr is abominable with spacing paragraphs 🤪)

It was dumb. Really, really dumb. The way the pit in his stomach heated up, boiled over. It burst within his insides once it hit the bottom of his belly like a bomb, affection splattering across his organs in the massacre. The carnage of the disaster began planting itself inside his ribs, manifesting, clinging to the bones like vines. It grew up around his lungs that resembled mold, making it hard to breathe when he was around the older man. The lungs, filling up with strawberry wine as he drank, nourished the plants instead of killing them. It couldn’t abolish his feelings, he didn’t want them to.

He found out that this is what adoration is.

We become writers when our minds start to deteriorate.

So Peter kept a journal. Not a diary! Because diaries were meant to contain jargon regarding nonsensical feelings and suicide letters. Journals kept up with his days, his routines, and sometimes his...emotions. Just a tad.

So he wrote, and never scrapped it. It was raw and unedited, full of errors and failing sentence structures. But it was him. He had a tendency to forget what he was doing because he was so preoccupied with stress throughout the day, so he jotted it down.

Which started to shift into writing about his feelings.

He wrote down every interaction with Tony within his little book, filling up the pages with scribbles from simple evenings. And it mattered to him. It mattered a lot.

He had a section where he would write down dialogue between him and the older man. Whenever he was feeling like shit, he’d just flip open the book and go over his notes for however long he needed to until he felt better.

He started to realize his feelings within jotting down his feelings.

They were...unconventional. Something he stowed away instead of embracing them for what they were. He swore to god on his own pride that he wouldn’t delve into something illogical.

Don’t wanna hear about it.

It was dumb. Really, really dumb. The way the pit in his stomach heated up, boiled over. It burst within his insides once it hit the bottom of his belly like a bomb, affection splattering across his organs in the massacre. The carnage of the disaster began planting itself inside his ribs, manifesting, clinging to the bones like vines. It grew up around his lungs that resembled mold, making it hard to breathe when he was around the older man. The lungs, filling up with strawberry wine as he drank, nourished the plants instead of killing them. It couldn’t abolish his feelings, he didn’t want them to. He found out that this is what adoration is.

Idiotic.

Love paints in flowers. He felt them blooming up past his gullet, the boy metaphorically vomiting out lovely words that were a little more than friendly around Tony. And it scared him. So he ripped the weeds from his lungs, it left him gasping for breath.

But he couldn’t bury his feelings, they were seeds.

Heavy weighed his heart as he snipped the vines, it was for the better. Peter couldn’t afford to jeopardize everything he had with the person he looked up to the most, it would leave his garden in ruins.

So he snipped, and snipped, and...snipped…..

God.

I can’t do it.

He trimmed the weeds he now saw as flowers, less derogatory, more marvelous. He had the aha! moment as he knew he couldn’t completely rid of his feelings immediately, so he tamed them as best he could. He located them.

Locate.

Contain.

Locate.

He wanted to work through his head why he felt these things. Where did they come from, how would Tony feel about this? How did he feel about this?

It didn’t make sense. But that was love, he guessed. It just doesn’t make sense. It happens, whether you consider the emotion or not. Peter knew what he felt, and he assumed what Tony felt as well. And it hurt.

We become poets when our hearts begin to break.

He scrawled out a cacophony of unique phrases that meant very little to him, unimpressive. Bland, as his attitude was tasteless from his own point of view, whereas it was scripture in someone else’s. He found himself to be a plot of land, barren, dry. His wheat was separated from the chaff, but cast aside.

But just like wheat, you need to go through your own trials before you’re presented in your most desirable form. People accept the norm of your brand, but they don’t appreciate where you came from. The original you, is nothing.

He, was nothing.

Dread is he

Amid all the levels

Born to rise from the depths

But struggling with each devil

It meant nothing.

Trepidation weaved it’s threads around Peter’s throat, constricting, tightening, leaving him all choked up. He gulped, cleared his throat, breaking the strings. It left him breathless. It left his esophagus raw, he felt it swelling up inside of him.

The boy felt stupid.

His stupid attitude. His stupid face. His stupid sense of humor. His stupid interests.

His stupid stutter.

The first time he met Tony, the older man thought he was just nervous around him because he couldn’t properly word himself. He jokingly stuttered himself, which left Peter in tears as his cheeks flushed and his bottom lip trembled. He quickly left, locking himself in a stall as his whimpered pitifully, rubbing his eyes with both of his sleeves while he cried.

Pepper sternly explained that his new intern had a speech impediment, Tony wincing as he realized how badly he fucked up. No one ever said anything about that to him, and no one ever said anything about it after it happened.

It was for the better.

Peter seldom spoke, and when he did, it was soft, gentle. Quiet. His sweet heart seeped from his skin, dripping from his plush lips like honey as milk oozed from his eyes, salt laced with the liquid as he cried. The boy hated how he spoke. The words came out broken, awkward. The honey in his mouth collected ants that he tried to hide behind his tongue. So he kept his mouth shut, and tried not to talk.

His words were tender, but his teeth ached as each syllable clumsily fell from his mouth. Twitching legs and bee stings left his gums feeling swollen, pollen mixing in with spit. He kept swallowing, but it left his mouth feeling dry.

Peter’s breath shuddered as he looked at himself in the mirror. Two years had gone by, two years he had been around the genius man. Two years he had jotted down notes, two years he had to comprehend his feelings.

He felt like confessing.

So he practiced.

Peter looked at himself in the mirror, his bathroom door locked so no one could interrupt him. He inhaled deeply, hyping himself up.

“Mr. Stark. I l-love- fuck. Okay.”

Peter cleared his throat again.

“Mr...Stark...I love- I l-love-”

He sighed sharply, then tried again.

Peter continued for a couple minutes, each attempt failing. It left his small frame trembling, his boney hands curling into fists as angry tears leaked down his pale cheeks. He eventually gave up, his lips pressed into a firm line as he exited the room.

“Where’s my- f-fuck. Wh-where’s my journal.” Peter mumbled, searching around his room to no avail.

He felt slight panic, the little flame of doubt blew into a candlelit dinner with paranoia. Peter searched high and low for his little book, his hands trembling in apprehension.

The boy ran around the last places he looked, finding no trace of his journal. Eventually he went into Mr. Stark’s office, without knocking, in a panic.

He stopped dead in his tracks, closing his opened mouth as he was about to ask his mentor the question. Tony looked up, journal in hand, closing the book in front of him.

“I- o-oh.” Peter’s eyes were wide and full of water. He whimpered in trepidation, immediately covering his mouth to hide the sound.

There was a brief moment of silence.

“Peter.”

The boy’s exhale shook as his thin frame shuddered violently. His breathing patterns were trembling as he blinked rapidly, tears dripping down his cheeks that were dusted pink. He wrung his hands and picked at his nails, opening his mouth again to speak, but closing it once more.

“Peter.”

“Hh...ha. Hmm…?”

“Look at me.”

Peter was staring down at the ground, watching tears splash down onto the expensive carpet. He looked up at the ceiling and smiled, laughing nervously.

“Ahhhh haha. I-I’m going t-to have a panic at-attack.” He giggled, breathing heavily through his nose.

“Peter...”

His knees were practically knocking as Tony got up, slowly walking over towards the boy. Peter was whimpering in fear, shielding his face with his hands as he wept silently.

He could feel Tony’s presence in front of him, and oh god, the older man thought, as Peter flinched violently upon contact.

“Pl-please d-don’t hurt me.” He begged softly, followed by a sob. “I’m s-sorry.”

“Pete.” Tony murmured softly, slowly peeling off the hands covering Peter’s face.

“I would never- I could never hurt you. Okay?” Peter had never heard his voice this soft before.

“Look at me.” Tony’s hand came up to gently cup Peter’s cheek.

His eyes fluttered open, red and puffy, glazed over with sadness. He inhaled and exhaled softly, shallow.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Tony’s thumb gently rubbed the skin, collecting tears.

“I-I uhm…”

He blinked up at the older man.

“I’m c-confused.” Peter whispered hoarsely, clearing his throat.

Tony gently rested his forehead against the boy’s, their noses brushing momentarily before he gently connected his lips against Peter’s. He squeaked softly, tensing up slightly before his shoulders started to drop, his fists uncurling. The older man kissed him tenderly, his other hand coming up to his face to caress the skin.

Tony eventually pulled back, exhaling sharply through his nose in amusement as Peter was practically vibrating. The boy searched his face before locking his gaze with his mentor, his throat clicking softly as he swallowed.

His eyes were half lidded and hazy with love as his cheeks were stained pink, lips parted slightly. It was the most beautiful thing Tony had ever seen.

“I…” Peter exhaled gently. “I l-love you.”

He didn’t even care that he messed up, he didn’t even care that he made a pathetic scene a couple moments ago. He didn’t care about his stutter, and he didn’t care about anything else right now.

There was a moment of silence before the older man spoke up.

“I love you too, kid.��� Tony murmured as he rested his forehead back onto Peter’s.

“E-Even w-with my stupid stutter?”

“It’s one of my favorite things about you.” Tony pecked his nose, earning a toothy smile from the boy.

“Really?”

“Of course. It’s charming, and quite adorable, honestly.”

Peter huffed gently, a satirical pout molding his facial features as his blush darkened.

“I always wanted you to talk more, but I didn’t want to pressure you, or make you feel bad.” Tony expressed quietly, arms snaking around Peter’s small waist.

“I’ll t-take note on that.” Peter mumbled, resting his head on Tony’s shoulder.

The older man smiled as he rubbed soothing circles on Peter’s back, the boy finally accepting his stutter.

#starker #peterxtony #ironspider #story time with charlie #i hope its okay ;-;

[outerspaceisbetterthannothing]

I love your alpha!Cal fic! Keep up the good work! Also wtf is it about werewolves that are so appealing?!?! Cause like i seriously might have a problem. Help a girl get her fix and write a werewolf!Luke blurb or something? Anything? Please?!?! Just more werewolf stuff! Youre so talented i cant wait to read more from you!

okay, sweet anon, i’m awfully sorry this ask took me so long, but i got really caught up in the second part of alpha!Cal, hope that’s an excuse and also kept you occupied, anyway, love ya and hope you’ll like this

so, Luke is a soft boi and nobody can change my mind. So he’s a soft werewolf. He’s a pure blood and is a part of Ashton’s pack. He never was ambitious enough to become an alpha, met Ash when they were in their late teens and became the first pure blood in Ashton’s pack.

Lara went to school with Luke. Her parents were in the Ashton’s pack, so she saw Luke becoming a wolf from the very beginning of his way. She was a year younger, but somehow always won Luke over in everything. She was always better at sports, got good marks not even trying and was badass in general. Guys worshipped her, but she was only interested in picking on Luke, always teasing him for being a softie with a guitar (yes, werewolf Luke plays guitar! and he’s great at it! come fight me!!!)

At the very end of his senior year there was a sports competition and the opponents played very dirty, so Lara, being a worrier she is and always fighting for justice, after the judge didn’t listen to them, decided to fight with her fists and basically attacked the other team’s player. Well, almost attacked, because Luke, acting with his wolf’s speed, caught her in the act. He was holding her tight across her frame, pressing her arms to her chest and whispering her that she’ll only make it all worse, while she was kicking up the heels. Luke had to carry her away from the scene to make sure she’ll calm down without breaking anybody’s nose. But she had to throw her anger at someone, so she started shouting at Luke and even tried to hit him couple of times, but he dodged and somehow that only made her angrier.

“What, scared i’ll kick your ass, Hemmings?”

“I’m not gonna fight you, Lara,” he answered, frowning.

“And why is that?”

“I don’t-” he hesitated for a moment, wanted to say he’s not fighting his friends, but were they friends? So he stopped in search for a better word, but she didn’t give him any time.

“What were you gonna say?” she asked, her tone cold as ice and low. “You don’t fight girls?”

Luke rolled his eyes, cause that was like exactly what he was NOT going to say, so he goes sarcastically, “Yeah, Lara, of fucking cour-”

He can’t even finish a word. Her fist meets his jaw and he has to take couple of steps back not to fall. Luke knew she had a good hit, they were training together as wolves too, but he didn’t expect that. And judging by the horror in her eyes, she didn’t expect that either. And Luke was ready to believe that she’d apologize right now, but something cracked inside her, her anger back in her eyes and she just strolled past him.

After that all the mocking stopped. It wasn’t so noticeable for everybody else, Luke left school shortly after that (spending the last two weeks with a huge bruise on his jaw), and they started seeing each other only on some pack’s gatherings. But Luke knew something was broken between them that day and couldn’t stop thinking about it from time to time.

Couple years passed. She also finished school, ascended and became another pure blood. They started seeing each other more often, being close to Ashton and working with him, but somehow they managed to keep this “non talking to each other at all” politics. Ashton asked Luke only once what was going on between him and Lara, but Luke didn’t have any coherent answer for Ashton (as he didn’t have any even for himself), so alpha dropped the topic.

And then southern packs got active again, so the pack had to get closer and the security tighter. Lara was teaching at the defence courses for girls in a different part of the town three times a week (told y’all, she’s a worrier and she protects), and of course it was like late in the evening, and she was doing it for several months, so no biggie. But that evening when she was walking up to her car, she found six feet four dude leaning on her car. His curls in a tight bun, looking at his phone and not reacting at her at all, like he wasn’t even aware of her presence. But of course he was.

“What now, Hemmings?” she asks, tiredness in her voice.

Luke looks up at her and smirks.

“What are you smirking at?”

He shakes his head, pushing off of her car. “Just thought how it was the first thing you’ve said to me since school.”

“Let’s make it also the last thing,” she rolls her eyes. “Why are you creeping here?”

“I’m not creeping. Alpha’s order.”

He walks around the car, puts his hand on a passenger’s door and looks at her, waiting for her to open the car.

Lara doesn’t understand anything at all. “What are you doing?”

“Told you, alphas order. Have to make sure you’ll get home safe and sound.”

“I will get home safe and sound,” she answered, anger boiling inside. She was a pure blood, not some weak useless omega! She didn’t need protection and she sure as hell didn’t need Hemmings to protect her.

“Yeah, well, come to Ash and persuade him, please. Not like i’m dreaming of waiting for you in a parking lot three times a week.”

She wanted to argue, wanted to do at least something, but she could’t. She knew full well what is an alpha’s order. So she sighed and opened the car and let Hemmings get in. They spent the whole way to her house in silence. When they arrived, he got out of car (in quite a clumsy manner, cause the boi is tall af), said “Night, Lara” and left her stare at his back.

The next time it all repeated the same. On the third evening they started talking, awkwardly, Luke asked her about her parents, she - if he still played guitar. But evening after evening it was getting easier and easier for them. Until one day, when he dropped his usual “Night, Lara” and was ready to leave, she stopped him and asked him if he wanted to come in for a beer or something as her parents were out of town. Luke was shocked, but he saw she was even more shocked and scared and of fucking course he couldn’t say no now.

They came inside and it was super awkward at the beginning. Lara gave him a beer and took one herself and turned on the tv with some match to fill the void. Luke was looking at the pictures her parents put up on the fireplace. Her winning spelling bee in primary school, half a dozen from different sports events, she’s always first or with awards. Couple of cups standing also there. The photo from her graduation, she had that golden ribbon of an honoured student. Of course. Always first. Always the best. Way too cool for anybody, especially Luke.

“You were always so competitive at school,” Luke mused out loud.

She just shrugged, cause what she could answer to that. That she was just trying to make a cute golden haired boy with the guitar pay some attention to her? Nope, she would never ever say that out loud.

But then he knocked her back with “Why you never left?”

“You want me to leave the pack?” she asked in disbelief, voice hardly audible.

“Of course, no! What’s with you always hearing some shit in my words?” Luke frowns. “I mean, you’re born leader. Why haven’t you ever aspired a position of alpha in your own pack?”

Lara sighed. She’d lie if she said she’d never thought about that. But she knew she was too hot headed to be an alpha. And she also required one more trait she believed to be the main. She never had it, but Luke had.

“You know how we live,” she said. “We chose our alpha and practically never fight it. There are reasons. We choose obedience and hierarchy for the sake of the pack. Pack means safe future.”

“Yeah, but you’re so strong,” Luke dropped it so simply, it’s not even a question for him. Lara is the strongest wolf he knows after Ashton and, maybe, Calum. And he’s got no problems admitting it. “Won’t believe you’ve never thought of it.”

“Why haven’t you, Luke?” she fired back, making Luke almost choke on his beer.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he said as he’s done coughing. “You’ve said it yourself so many times, Lara. I’m too soft for an alpha. No one will follow me.”

Luke shrugged, his voice is soft and a little sad. It’s not like he’s upset he won’t be an alpha. He’s absolutely okay with that. He’s just sad the only girl he’s ever been in love with has always seen him as weak and soft. But oh well, he’s come to terms with that too after so many years.

But this sadness in his voice really cracked something in Lara. Luke watched numb as she stood up and came up to where he was sitting and slowly dropped on her knees in front of him, putting her half full beer bottle on the floor nearby. She takes Luke’s face in her hands, his golden curls tickle on her fingers, and says quietly, almost whisper, and Luke isn’t even sure if she actually said that or if he imagined it all, “That’s where you are wrong, Luke. The most important in alpha is kindness. And you, Luke Robert Hemmings, is the kindest person i’ve ever met in my life. And i’d go to the end of the world for you.”

And before Luke even starts thinking about what could he ever answer to this, Lara pulled his face closer to her and kissed him. Luke froze for a moment, not believing at all in what was happening. But the moment later he was already answering her with all the passion he had, because truth or not, losing a moment like that after years of pining after her would be the highest rank of stupidity. And Luke may have been soft, but almost never stupid.

Of course in the morning they have to deal with the beer stains on the carpet. But, oh well, who cares when they have their mating marks and can think only about each other.

After Ashton finds out that his two pure bloods mated, there’s no end to him mocking Luke like, “Took you how long, Hemmo? Twelve years?” and “You two do understand that now you have to produce at least two pure bloods for the pack, right?”

But, oh well, who cares…

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[sinfulsoulx]

Title: Mischief Managed

Summary: Dean gets blasted by a witch, the lingering aftermath means he has the power to do some ungodly things to you in-front of others. 

Words: 2′538

Warnings: Language, smut (smutty smut y’all. this is your warning)

Characters: Dean x Reader, mentions of Sam Winchester, Crowley, Rowena. 

Mun note: I’m open for requests, you’ll find all possible character fics/imagines in my navi. Feedback is very welcome and much appreciated. If you wish to be tagged in future fics drop me a message.

“Listen, giant,” Rowena scolded the younger Winchester from across the bunker table. “If it was a spell I would know. Your brother will be fine in a couple of days, the witch was an amateur, by hitting Dean with her spell she transferred over some power. All I can sense is a faint buzz, nothing to worry about.” With a roll of her eyes, she sat back in a huff, jingling her witch-y handcuffs. 

“Now Mummy, don’t pout, the deal still stands. Find the spell to lock the Devil away, the chains come off.” Crowley, also seated at the table, sat with a look of smugness towards his mother. 

"See, Sammy. I’ll be fine. We got bigger worries, so, get readin’, all of you.” Dean looked towards the demon and the witch. Meanwhile, you were just sat silently stewing in your own fury. The witch who attacked Dean was your friend, she was every bodies friend. You were furious that she could turn on you all for no reason and even more furious that yet again, Dean could have died. For the sixth time this week. 

Your shoulders were rigid, you hated this war-zone you’d all landed in. Everything was a battle, there was no time to relax, no time to breathe and no time to show how concerned you were. Dean was woven into every cell in your body, the mere thought of losing him was enough to make you want to scream. 

Dean, seated across the table, was watching you, the way you shuffled and shifted, tensed up with every turned page of your research. He frowned to himself. He knew you two hadn’t had much time to talk to each other the last few weeks, never mind anything else. It bugged him as much as it did you, so when your eyes lifted up to grab your beer, he made sure to catch your gaze. 

You offered him a small smile, letting your eyes linger on his long enough to soothe him and bring a softer expression to his sculpted face. Urgh, that stupid, beautiful face. You looked back down to read, even knowing his eyes remained fixed on you. You wondered what he was thinking about for a moment, until a voice appeared inside your head, startling you from your reading. 

“I wish we were alone. And naked. Yeah. Definitely naked. Damn I miss seeing her naked.” Those were Deans thoughts, echoing inside your head, making you practically choke on your beer as you looked at him with a pair of wide eyes. 

Dean frowned, needing a few moments to consider the possibility that you heard him. “Wait, what? Did you hear me? What? No. Don’t be stupid Dean.” He scolded himself, but you heard every word and as Sam asked if you were okay, you just nodded. Really, you were nodding to Dean, whose mouth popped open in shock. 

It didn’t take long for Sam to drift back into his studies, but you continued to just blink towards Dean, wondering what the fuck. “Can they hear me? Hellooooooooooo,” he mentally yelled, eyes drifting between Crowley, Sam and Rowena, who didn’t bat a single eyelid. “Oh this is sweet,” he thought, picking up his beer to take a sip. 

You shook your head, a small smile on your face. You didn’t say anything and figured you were all way too busy to explore this witchy side effect, so you returned back to reading with a small sigh. That was, until Dean’s voice appeared back in your head. “Do you have any idea how much I want to lay you on this table and fuck you senseless? It’s been too long.” His eyes were trained on yours, but you didn’t look up. 

You did blush though, you also stood your book up to try and hide your face from his view. “Would you like that?” He asked, and you looked up to meet his gaze. “Stop it, Dean.” You mentally scolded and both of his brows tweaked up. “I heard that,” he replied to you. This was weird. 

You were both having a conversation without actually opening your mouths and all you could do was hope to Chuck that Dean wasn’t about to use it to his advantage. “Don’t you miss me touching you? My lips against your skin, my cock filling you up?” The smirk on his lips made your eyes widen and cast back down. 

“You do, don’t you?” He chuckled in your head and you pressed your hands to your face, attempting to cover the blush in your cheeks. You tried not to think anything, to not entertain him. You were sat here with three other people, now wasn’t the time to let your thoughts roam. 

“If we were alone, you’d be stripped down and spread across this table. I’d be kissing your neck, biting below your ear just where you like it,” he was clearly going somewhere with this, but a gasp escaped you and your hand came pressing down on that exact spot. “What the fuck, Winchester.” You mentally cursed. 

“You felt that? Oh man, this is my lucky day.” It was like you could hear the glee in his mental voice. “Dean,” you warned, shooting him a brief glare, only to find his green eyes dancing with absolute mischief. Oh boy, you were so screwed. 

“I know you wish we were alone too.” He was so sure, and he was right. “Yeah, but we’re not and you need to stop teasing me.” You countered back, hearing a booming chuckle in your head, bringing a coy smile to your face.

Man, he was ridiculous. Such a boyish, playful soul, you wished he could let that side of him show all the time. “I miss how you taste,” his voice was like a whisper, bringing back the shade of red in your cheeks. 

His words instantly made you think of all the times he did taste you, which you imagined, was exactly what he wanted. “I love the way you squirm under me while I tease you, kissing your stomach, nibbling at your thighs.” 

He was watching your every reaction. You shifted in your seat as you felt as though his teeth were actually grazing your thighs. “I love getting you so worked up that my name comes out as a plea. Because all you want is to feel my mouth in-between your legs. Makes me so hard. You’re perfect,” he purred. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat, not daring to look up at him. You tried to pretend you couldn’t hear him, but he knew fine well you could. “I’d love to spread your legs and taste you right now. Just imagine, my tongue sliding up your wet folds and pressing against your clit.” 

His words weren’t alone, the ghost of his tongue caught you by surprise as you felt a little pressure against your clit. You breathed in a shaky breath, gripping your book tighter at the edges. “My fingers massaging your thighs as I swirl my tongue around, just enough to get you to moan and roll your hips.”

“Dean,” you tried to sound like you were warning him. In a way, you were, you’d be so embarrassed if anyone realised what was going on, but damn, it had been so long since you felt his touch, his tongue - how odd it was that he wasn’t actually touching you, but you could feel everything as though he was. 

Dean didn’t listen to your warning, of course, he was enjoying this far too much. He wanted to see just how far he could push you before you cracked. “You’re so hot. I love it when you grind your pussy against my mouth, the way your fingers lock in my hair. The way you moan for me. Only me,” his voice was a seductive whisper. 

That alone would be enough to make you wet, but that, paired with the feeling of his tongue swirling against your clit, your panties were soaked. You needed him. The real him. You needed to touch him. “Dean, please.” You looked up at him, your needy eyes igniting a primal one in his own. 

“Please what?” His head tilted to the side as he looked at you, feigning innocence. But you felt an odd invasion slip inside your walls, the feeling much like that of his fingers and you chocked out a soft mewl. It earned you a brief confused look from Rowena, but you shrugged it off. 

His fingers curled inside you, brushing your g-spot and you pressed the side of your palm against your lips to stifle any noise. “You like that, baby?” Dean licked his lips and you couldn’t now peel your eyes off him. You didn’t want him to stop, but you didn’t want to be caught. 

Your senses were on fire, your hips were almost wriggling on your seat. “I think you’re trying to kill me,” you whispered your thought to him, making him chuckle out-loud. 

He shrugged to Sam who looked up and even started a conversation with him as he continued his torture. You felt a curl in his fingers, his mouth sucking your clit and flicking his tongue in figure eights. “Dean. Dean, stop,” you sounded flustered. At least, you think you did, how could you possibly tell when you weren’t actually talking?

All you knew was, you were barely holding it together. You were struggling to stay quiet and you felt like you were drawing closer and closer to an explosive release. When the conversation between him and his brother ceased, he looked towards you with a smug grin. “I bet you’re soaking.” Dean slowed his torture, allowing you to breathe a little easier, but you could only shake your head at him. 

“I need you. Please. Actually you,” you tried to steady your breathing, tried to plead with him with your eyes. You just wanted to feel him against you, actually touch him. “So you don’t think I should let you cum, here? At this table? Wouldn’t you like that?” He chucked in your head but thank god, he relented. 

You let out an audible, shaky sigh. You felt empty, your stomach all twisted in knots and in dyer need of a fix. “Yep, I can’t stand it either,” he spoke out loud, wiggling the book as if that was what you were sighing about. 

“Beer run?” He asked and you nodded. God, yes. Anything to get out of here. You both stood up and Dean had strategically hid the bulge in his pants with the book he was holding. “We have plenty beer in the fridge,” Sam commented, earning himself a dirty look from you.

“We’re going on a beer run.” Dean patted his shoulder and started walking off. You followed behind, a little wobble in your legs. You went into the garage, far enough away from the crowd and you delivered a push to Dean’s chest. 

“You fucking asshole,” you tried to sound angry, but man, you were too turned on. You clawed him back towards you and pressed your lips in a feverish kiss against his. Dean growled, gaining control with his tongue. “I’ve missed this,” he mumbled against your lips. 

His hands unzipped your skirt and let it drop to your feet. You were tearing at each others clothing right there in the middle of the garage, no care in the world for who could walk in. Once you were stripped down, he picked you up and moved around to the hood of Baby, setting your ass down but keeping your chest against his. 

"Dean,” you sighed, pawing at his back, hooking your legs around his waist. “I know, baby, I know.” He whispered, quite smugly against your lips. He lined the tip of his cock against your entrance, sliding it up and down in a slow, frustrating and teasing rhythm. You moaned and whimpered, dragging your nails down his spine. 

“So wet for me,” he cooed against your ear and finally, you felt the tip of him slide into you. A small sigh of relief escaped you as he moved inch by inch, pulling out half away only to thrust all the way into you. 

You cried out, and he gave you a moment to adjust, tweaking at your nipple with his thumb and finger until you gave him a nod. He moved slow at first, like he was savouring the feel of you around him. His grip on your hips was harsh, his lips against your neck like a slice of heaven. 

It didn’t take long for the pace to speed up, he bounced you up and down on his length and you rolled your hips to meet him thrust for thrust. His name dripped from your lips on a mantra, mixed with your moans as you felt every nerve in your body sparking.

“You feel so good,” he praised, his tone like a primal growl in your ear. You were already so worked up, so needy and so ready for him, your thighs were shaking around him. “Cum for me,” he turned his head to press against yours. 

You caught his gaze, his lusty green hues nearly sending you over right then and there. “Fuck, I love you.” You whispered as he continued to pound into you. Both his hands remained on your hips, but you felt like his fingers were rubbing your clit, bringing a sinful new sound from your lips as you threw your head back.

He kissed at your exposed neck, humming softly as he felt you tighten around him. “Oh fuck, fuck- Dean, I- urrh, Dean,” you cried out, the coil in your body snapping with such force that you stilled momentarily. Your walls clenched around his shaft as you reached your peak, convulsing around him, quivering and jerking in his grasp.

Dean followed not far behind you, spilling his hot seed inside you with a few quiet grunts, thrusting sloppily as you both rode through your high. The moans that dripped from your lips quietened, dulling into whimpers as your hands clawed at his shoulders to keep him close to you. 

“I love you too,” he whispered. You kissed him, hot and heavy through your uneven breath, pausing only to try and re-catch it. Your legs felt like jello, still shaking around his waist. “Do you have any idea how hot you look when you cum?” He smirked, catching your lips with his as he pecked them softly. 

“Gotta say, I’m kinda glad I got hit by that witch now.” He chuckled darkly, sliding himself out of you. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness, but he kept a hold of you, keeping you steady. “You don’t need a witchy boost to make me feel like that,” you answered, fluttering your lashes through your love-drunk eyes. It was true after all, Dean could make you crumble with his eyes alone most days. 

“From now on, Devil, witches, apocalypse - it can all wait till we’ve done this at least once a day. These last few weeks have been torture.” He grumbled, kissing your forehead and leaning back to display a boyish smile. 

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[ain-t-bovvered]

14x07 Commentary

Zeta and Giuls scream together, and then die.

Me & Zeta will watch together season 14′s episodes as they come out and we’ll do our commentary while watching.

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14x07 Unhuman nature

Y’all still alive after Thanksgiving? good ok here some more pain.

-ugh niCK , I think he gone psycho

Zeta: the Devil going to the shrink

-Nah, he’s murderous, I feel that , look at that face.

N: “Feel so good”

.....see?

Zeta : A priest is gonna die....oh yeah

- FUCKING TOLD YA, shit.

-LOL hang in there

Zeta: dAMN

- Cass....Cas babe , baby, my sweet angel, WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT FACE PLEASE U R KILLING ME

I don’t know why but I love how they made the light shine there. It looks so ....peaceful and pure. Also....you can see the cable of whatever they use for the ligh effect around Misha’s wrist. Still....beautiful effect .

-MY SON! MY BABY omg omg omg

Zeta : oh Cas.....fuck

-NAAAAAAH look at them worried parents.

Zeta : Have those plaid shirts got smaller?

me: Yes, they have heard my prayers from the last commentary.

-Look how worried they are omg, DAAAAAADS

- Oh...nice Darcy’s move Dean. If you are obsessed with pride and prejudice in general you know what I’m talking about.

-”I don’t know what’s wrong with him” he’s so frustrated (Castiel)

Zeta : fucking hell

- Help I’m hurting 

-Hello, american health care

-...oh...oh I hoped they would have said “Winchester” as last name. Glad they didn’t or I would have died

Zeta : me too

- How quick Sam answer “May 18th” and the look on Dean’s face. Imma think it’s because he erased that day because 1. Cass and 2. Mom.

-” Stabbed through the heart and he exploded”

Zeta : Look how tiny the nurse is

-”We are right here”

3 giant men

Zeta : look at them

- uuugh nICk

Zeta : I don’t like him....at all.

- idk, we don’t know much. And his damage BUT, I doubt there is much of the real Nick in there.

-DAMN MUSIC

Zeta : next victim

... “Kellogg” ...

me: corn flakes.

Zeta : Though of that too

-Aaaaargh Knew it, fucking knew it. 

-What if like the human part can’t live without the angel one.

- ....AAAAARGH THE TRENCH

Zeta :his ass hanging out. And look at Cass, he’s fucking naked.

YUM *slapping my own wrist* tis not the time Giulia!

- I love when the two fuckers are in sync again. How long until one dies, one betrays, one lies,one does something stupid? 

Zeta : ROWENAAAA

-my god how I missed that Scottish lilt . “How sick is Dean?”

Zeta : Samuel              SAMUEL

- Mom’s voice

- Lucifer’s son .

Zeta : aaaaaaaaand

Rowena : Yeeeeeet

Cute bumble bee appears

Rowena: * SQUINTS* 

Zeta : poor kid

-Look at that precious bean

Zeta :Bollocks

Rowena: Damn I love him already .

-He already won Roweena

-Concerning parents #2

-me looking at Castiel offering his grace without even batting an eye

-TOLD YA. OMG.

Zeta : W     T       F

-No what what. WHAT.  Are we finally going to see what the fuck happened to that other egomaniac bitch?

Zeta : Psycho killer

-Be safe with Nick. SURE

Zeta : bitch you didn’t

-Oh come on!

Zeta : run bitch

Zeta : Go to Vegas.

- THE MILK . ( honestly you know who drinks milk during a meal? newborns babies and from a tit....yall americans are nasty ok)

Zeta: “I’m done being special”, use a spoon for my heart Jack.

-NO U R NOT BABY

Zeta : Take him on a fucking road trip

-We all know Dean doesn’t disagree tho.

Zeta :Air quotes

-”There is a wee nephilim” 

- NO WHAT IS HAPPENING. NO.

-Castiel: EXCUSE ME YOUNG MAN

Zeta : Don’t fuck with the oldest dad.

Zeta : Baby for some exercise

-My heart hurts so much

Zeta : HE’S GIVEN HIM THE KEYS

-”OH boy” omg ahahahahahahah IM CRYING 

Zeta :Why am I looking at his hands

This is becoming one of my favorites scenes .

- *tiny animal noises*

-Well...ok now Dean has experienced giving driving lessons to his son. I CAN DIE HAPPY.

Zeta :”Let it ride” bitch

“It’s like I’m you”

“nO IT’S NOT”

THE FUCKING ARM OMG

-AHAHAHAHAAH I CAN’T 

Zeta :  i’M DYING               

-no I AM DYING , I’M DEAD. NOBODY TALK TO ME

Zeta : I’m typing from the grave

- C: “ I feel the need to do something”

- S:”I know he hasn’t forgiven himself”

oh whAT A SURPRISE

-Jared and his friggin’ eyes

Zeta : Can someone please make Sam stop hurting?!!?

- “losing a .....son”

-He cALlEd hIM SoN

SON

Zeta :bow fucking legs

-look at dem legs

Zeta : “High on hook up potential”, taking both father and son to the dent of iniquity.

-DEAN NO

cut to Lucif- Nick beating a bitch

Zeta : FISHING

- that’s the Jensen insta pic.

Zeta : “I can tell”, he’s hurting so much

- OH SHUT UP. LOOK . AT. HIS. FACE. 

- y’all heard Dean’s voice crack a bit there, right?

Zeta : “I’ve had a good life Dean”

-Don’t fucking look at me like that Jack 

- LOL IS THAT MISHA’S CAR, WHAT THE FUCK

- steps out the car into a holy fire ring

- No I look hot af.

- * rolls over laughing because puffs and me: SAME*

-he’s so cute, I wanna smother him.

Zeta : down bitch

- me *foaming from mouth* Never for Castiel

- “I wouldn’t call Ketch STELLAR”

- “His name is Jack”

Zeta : rebooting like a computer, unplug Jack.

- HaVe yOU TrieD TO tuRn iT Off aND oN 

Zeta : Vintage from Gabriel

- I DON’T TRUST HIM *squints* HE HAS ‘KETCHY’ EYES

- Winchesters owing you one, can you imagine?

- “Then what is it that you want” said it like that by Castiel....umpf yas

Zeta :Bloody hands

- But what is the purpose of Nick’s arc tho?

Zeta :there has to be some connection

to what??

Zeta : no fucking clue

-The fuck is he

Zeta : What the fuck is that?

-idk, ...oh he got possessed. Oh there it is , he’s gonna kill him anyway I just know it....or cut his hand.

Zeta : nail him

-NAIL HIM, BITCH

Zeta : sorry, I had to.

-ouch

- Ooooh he likes it.  What is this music wtf.

Zeta :Tired af

-They are all so tired

Zeta : Why am I holding my breath?

-bitch same

Zeta : please

-OMG please save my baby.

Zeta : YES

- yaaaaaaas YAS

Zeta : OH MY GOD. Don’t let this turn out like Michael.

- THE PAT

Zeta : Fuck it did

- THE PAT TO CASS

- jACK CHOKES

Zeta : trial and error

- “the son of an archangel of the lord”

Zeta : castiel’s nostrils. He’s pissed.

-THE SNAAAAARL. 

“I will find you”

...hot

Zeta : I will burn you to ash

-HOW DARE. The fuck does he thinks he’s doing

-NICK....oh he looks like Luci.

Zeta : He’s deranged

Zeta : WHAT

- ooooooh the Empty....of course....who is he

Zeta : Lucifer.

- ....OF COURSE

Zeta :fUCKING dADDY dEAN

- “You made him happy” 

Zeta : as he dies?!?!

-NO U SHUT YOUR WITCH MOUTH

Zeta :NOOOOOOO

- I have goosebumps

Zeta  No ...I do not accept this

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[insideedensgate]

Jacob Seed/Staci Pratt - Stripper and Sugar Daddy AU

This alternate universe has NO abusive content and it stays in NO connection to original relationship which is based on abuse and torture of various forms.

I do not support abusive relationships, nor do I condone that the original basis of this ships lies within such an abusive contact!

But, and because I think these two could probably be adorable, if moved out of their original universe (and being less abusive and inhuman in certain ways), I decided to try this alternate universe out.

With Jacob not being an abusive monster and Staci being of full control of his actions, his mind and his body.

I decided to inform y’all, that I do not support any abuse or non-consent plot and the basis of the here presented relationship in this piece is not based on any of this.

Thank you very much. x

please klick the keep reading to - yeah, keep reading

nsfw-ish

english is not my mother tongue

also, this was heavily inspired by Frank Ocean's “Pyramids”

Staci started working in that luxurious, upper class strip club in Beverly Hills two years ago

he was trying to get into police school back in the days but they eventually didn't accept him to a lack of physical condition

so he started to train more to try again and eventually fell in love with dancing during that process

his best friend Joey Hudson, he knows her since high school, recently started her part time job as a bar keeper at Eden's Gate (she got a bullet in her leg during her second car chase and had to retire, caused by some nerve issues) and got him the job as a dancer

at first, Staci only wanted to stay for a few month and then find something more reputable, but he soon learned that the dim lights, luxurious and elegant interior as well as the loud music was everything he ever wanted in life

one evening, Grace had called herself sick for the week and it was Staci's time to shine on the club's main stage, he enters the club

Staci is overwhelmed by the red hair, the trimmed beard and the two thousand dollar Gucci suit (he's not a gold digger, he honestly isn't, but a beautiful man with a lot of money and a speedy car? He might drop his panties down a lil' bit)

he also immediately recognized this man as Jacob Seed, the older brother of Joseph Seed, the main investor of the club – and shit, he's fucked as the red haired man moves straight to his table

he only heard rumours about him once being a lawyer for war crimes at the UN and that had to retreat from his position, caused by some dubious incidents no one truly knows of and thus, he is now back in LA, assisting his younger brother John and his famous law firm Seed and Partners

there is some very unspectacular guy sitting right in front of Staci and he feels goosebumps rolling over his body as Jacob literally makes him leave by one of the club's bodyguards – just by a simple dismissive wave of his hand

he sits down and unbuttons his jacket and leans back in the expensive armchair, the whole suit is dark with light pinstripes and a fucking light blue bee pattern

Staci flushes as Jacob grins at him sublimely from below, two fingers gesturing for Staci to come closer

and he drops down on his knees, it is like he is fucking high like that Amanda girl from table 6, when she smokes that stuff Timothy brings in - everything just happens so naturally, the way he founds himself crawling towards the edge of the table

and god, is that man beautiful, his hair looking like liquid copper in the dimmed lights of the club, the dark blue of his suit melting together with the burgundy red of the chair and Staci's world is spinning as he presses his chest to the cold, solid table while pushing his hips up

“Aye, Peaches”, the not so unfamiliar man hums after he let his gaze wander over Staci's body a few times, “Knew you were what I was looking for when I came through that door.” “And what are you looking for, Sir?”, Staci smiles nonchalantly, rolling on his back and aching it, hooking his fingers playfully under the waistband of his expensive lace panties, soaking up every second of the blue eyed gaze darted onto him

when he leaves the club late at night, he has three thousand dollars to spent on his own and he hurries the fuck up, considering the cities' areas he has to cross to get home (he is actually so fucking scared he is getting robbed, but he also doesn't think of taking a taxi either)

 the second he comes home he hides the money under his bed and locking the front door twice and he is pretty sure he just heard gun shots down the road

the next day he takes Grace's place again at 8pm (“If that girl isn't seriously ill I'm gonna rip her extensions off”, Mary whines and Staci laughs at that) and there he is again, 9pm on the second, front seat

“Good evening, Peaches”, he mouths as he sits down and opens his jacket, the suit even fancier today, yet still suiting his red hair and Staci's cheeks turn red, his smile shy and Jacob genuinely laughs at that

and that's the game they play for the following two weeks, cat and mouse, Staci dancing for Jacob and only Jacob (“Nice to see you again, Mr Seed”) even though there are other people around they feel so isolated from the world when they see each other, Staci getting paid like he has never been before with the goal to impress the oldest Seed a little bit more every night

one night Jacob isn't around, the front seat taken by some guy who's sixty or what, and Staci honestly feels humiliated (He has found out, during his exceptional research, that Jacob is in his late 40s, which surprisingly doesn't disgust him at all, no he thinks of it as so attractive, “He is way too hot to be that age”)

when he arrives back in the dressing room there's a small white card, with neat black ink inviting him to Providence the same night

underneath the card is a slim black box, containing a fucking 800 dollar suit in dark green velvet

when he arrives there (this time he didn't even had to consider calling a taxi - someone, Jacob's driver as it becomes apparent, is picking him up in a black Mercedes), the whole restaurant is empty and Jacob is sitting there all by himself, and Staci shouldn't be so surprised but he probably booked the whole restaurant

it is one of the most comfortable date nights (he has to calm the fuck down, he is something like this guy's personal stripper, don't get too emotionally attached there - so he tells himself) Staci had in a long time, they talk about this and that and he eventually, just a little bit, feels his stomach tingle and becoming warmer by the minute

Jacob drives him home, after he had Staci mumble the address three times because he was too ashamed to speak it out loud - “So, this is where you live, Peaches?”, hand softly caressing his thigh, which feels so right “Uh, yes. I know it's not, I mean like - “, “Quite dangerous around here, are you sure you don't want to come with me?” and he would love to, but Jacob has already done so much for him, he just doesn't want to be a burden or something like that

he lays awake until the early hours of the next day, worrying if he pissed Jacob off, if he'll ever see him again

but he does, the next time he has a shift, Jacob is there again, taking a sip of his club soda – with scotch he assumes - on ice as Staci walks out on the stage and all the previous anxiety falls off his shoulders

and lord, he can see Jacob's arousal so clearly from up there, the glass in his hand near his mouth slowly tarnishing, the way he spreads his legs is so obvious it makes a familiar heat rise in Staci's belly

that night, they fuck for the first time and Staci doesn't want it to end ever, everything feels so fulfilling, so right and divine, like it was always meant to be this way, the way Jacob fills him up, makes him sore and leaves him greedy, begging for more and screaming out his name in pure, innocent pleasure

when he wakes up, some five star, many Michelin star prized hotel has delivered an overwhelming amount of fruits and pastries for breakfast and he feels like he is still at sleep, dreaming in his small ass bed in his flat, when he sees Jacob standing at the oven in dark blue silk underwear, brewing coffee and making pancakes

“Mornin' Peaches, I hope you slept well”, and the way he emphasizes his words makes Staci so greedy, washing his still tired body with the hot pleasure of lust

Jacob takes him right there, on the kitchen counter two times before they actually move on to breakfast and it is so peaceful, a lot of laughter and shared stories and Staci suddenly realizes, nearly choking on his strawberries, that it feels like fucking home

after a few days of seeing Jacob on a daily basis, fucking and making out, going out for expensive dinner Staci finds a small box once again

it's a key and an address somewhere in South Park, 20 minutes from the club

“Jacob, no. No, I am not going to accept that”, and even through the speaker of his phone he can hear that beautiful laugh that makes him hot all over, “Why not, Peaches? I thought it would suit you. Also, I don't have to be afraid any more that you'll get shot or robbed – or both, or worse.”, “Jacob, there's no way I'm gonna accept this fucking penthouse”, “Language, Peaches”, Jacob warns, but Staci can literally see the smug grin on the other end of the phone

“Fuck it, he's officially your sugar daddy, no matter what you say, Stace!”, Grace laughs when he tells her that his address changed, and Hudson nearly drops one of the fresh polished glasses. “No, he's not! He was just concerned!”, Stacie tries to protest but he knows she's right and he should feel dubious or shady or like a hooker but he doesn't at all

“Good evening, Peaches”, Jacob whispers into Stacie's ear, his trimmed beard tickling the back of his shoulder as he presses gentle kisses on the soft skin and he leans into the touch, carefully dropping the brush he just applied some highlighter with

“Daddy's boy is looking good”, Jacob continues, sending shivers of anticipation down Stacie's spine, “Do you promise to look even better when I pick you up later, Peaches?” “Yes, Jacob”, Staci whispers and smiles at him in the mirror “Good boy, keep your beautiful head up Peaches. And don't forget that I love you - Staci”, he winks and leaves the dressing room and Staci to himself, blushing in a deep red with a whole fucking swarm of bees starting a love-riot in his stomach

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The Raven King, Chapter 12 – No One Is Okay (I Promise)

In which we deal with the aftermath of the Thanksgiving Fuckery, Kevin is apparently not the only one with a choking kink, Neil is still obnoxiously fine, and Betsy is the best person to ever grace this planet.

Sounds good? Then it’s time for Nicki to read The Raven King.

Am I back? Yes.

Am I alive? Physically.

Am I over what happened? Fuck no.

It’s fine, though, because from what I’ve gathered no one else is, either.

No, but seriously – every time the mental image of Andrew on that bed, half-undressed, blood-splattered, has haunted me the past week, I was hit with the biggest rush of new-found love for this character, and a fierce desire to protect him. Andrew frickin’ Minyard. This dude. I love him. I need to protect him.

Anyways.

Life goes on, I guess?

           Neil didn’t know if [the six cops arriving at the Hemmicks’ house] had nothing better to do on a Sunday night or if they’d come following the slip of Kevin Day’s name over the police radio.

Are you telling me Kevin has fanboys in the frickin’ police. Seriously?

I am once again doubting how big of a deal Exy actually is.

After the authorities arrive, one half of the squad is shipped off to the police station, the other to the hospital. What a way to end a Thanksgiving dinner. Amazing. 10/10 would thanksgive again.

Going to the hospital has one silver lining, though (apart from the murder kitten getting medical attention ofc):

Wymack is there!

           “Kevin called me,” Wymack said.

           Neil did the math in his head, but it didn’t add up. (…) The only way Wymack could be standing here now was if Kevin called him when he first went downstairs to get Nicky. Knowing Kevin, Neil bet Wymack got the call before 911 did.

FOX DAD :’((((((( <33333 #phonesoutforwymack #dicksoutforwymack

           “What do you want me to say?”

           “The truth,” Wymack said.

           “No.”

           “Why not?”

Yeah, hombre. You’re not speaking to the police, you’re not speaking to Wymack – why the hell not? They’re not after you, they’re after getting the truth on how Andrew was abused, which will considerably lessen your guilt (as opposed to them just assuming you murdered that guy for the fun of it), which is in your best fucking interest.

So???????

           Something like this demanded complete honesty, and Neil had been lying since he was old enough to speak. He didn’t know how to tell the truth now. If he tried, would it still be the truth, or would he poison the words by saying them aloud?

Alright, honestly, this is one of the moments where Neil just annoys the crap out of me.

Like. There is no actual fucking reason for you not to help your friends (and you, might I add) out of this shitty ass situation, yet you don’t do it because of your fucking angst.

Chill the fuck out and get the fuck real. No one is asking you to tell them your life story, they just need a witness of what happened in that godawful room.

Help your fucking friends out, Josten. Stop whining, help your friends and help yourself.

They get Andrew out of the hospital, they get back to the cousin’s house, and before they even set foor in the door, we get another Prime Andreil Real Talk Time:

           “You helped create this mess. The least you could do is help clean it up.” (…)

           He wanted to say this wasn’t his fault, but they both knew it was. Andrew hadn’t told him about Drake, but he’d said Luther betrayed his trust. Instead of listening to that, Neil sided with Nicky’s hopeful grief. He hadn’t invited Drake to South Carolina, but he’d delivered Andrew into his waiting arms.

Hold up, hold up, hold up. I get the point, but still, this is not Neil’s fucking fault.

Andrew had said Luther “betrayed his trust”, that could have meant anything from “Luther told people I’m borderline alcoholic” to “Luther told people I’m gay”. It certainly did not immediately suggest something like Drake fucking Spear.

Neil helped create this mess, yes. But he did not do it intentionally, and you can bet your ass he wouldn’t have pushed Andrew to go to South Carolina if he had known what it would mean for him.

It’s Drake’s fault for being such an absolute fucker, and it is Luther’s fault for inviting him back into his home despite knowing what he had done in the past.

Also – two can play the guilt game:

           “So you did nothing,” Neil said. “You almost put a knife between Nicky’s ribs when he flirted with me, but you didn’t lift a finger to protect Cass’ other children. You knew what Drake would do to them but you didn’t protect them.”

Not entirely true either – he did lift a finger by telling the only responsible adult he knew at the time who wasn’t Drake’s parents or Higgins (who was pals with Drake): Luther.

And Luther told him he was wrong. He was misunderstanding the situation.

My blood still fucking boils when I think of that expression. I could retch, cry, and yell at the same time.

           “Is this how you stayed quiet?” Neil reached up and took hold of Andrew’s wrist. He couldn’t feel the scars through the cotton sleeve, but he didn’t need to. He knew they were there. (…) “Did you do this so you wouldn’t tell her the truth about her son?”

           “Maybe I did.”

ANDREW :’(((((((((((((((

Protect him.

           “All you had to do was to hold out until graduation and then she would adopt you. So what went wrong?”

Yeah – remember how I jokingly mentioned Kevin having A Thing for choking way back in Book 1?

GUESS WHAT RECURRING INTERROGATION TECHNIQUE-SLASH-KINK IS FUCKING BACK.

           Andrew’s fingers slowly tightened until Neil couldn’t breathe anymore. He refused to shake Andrew off. The tightness in his chest started as simple discomfort but spread until it felt like every bone in his chest would break beneath the pressure.

Seriously, WHY is there so much choking happening in these books.

I can hear y’all going, oh Nicki, wait a second, that wasn’t sexual though, that was only the usual shade of violent we know and love, where’s the sexual tension that should accompany this?

           Instead of letting go, Andrew slid is hand around the back of Neil’s neck and pulled him in close. He put his mouth at Neil’s ear and lowered his voice.

WHOMP – THERE IT IS.

           “Drake deferred his enlistment,” Andrew said. “He wanted to make the most of his last summer with his baby brother. (…) He wanted to get [Aaron and I] in the same place. He could imagine what we’d look like in bed together, he said. It’s be picture perfect.”

I am legit close to retching on my bed.

Seriously, this came like a punch to the gut – mostly because I’d suspected something like this earlier when we saw how protective Andrew was of Aaron concerning Drake.

           [Neil] needed to know if Andrew was screaming behind the euphoria his drugs fed his veins. But Andrew wasn’t, and Neil couldn’t live with that. (…) Tonight didn’t mean anything to him. This was a setback Andrew could sidestep and ignore.

And again – punch to the gut.

What the hell.

I am both hella scared and unbelievably sad. Also, did I mention I want to protect this sick, terrifying dude.

In better news – didn’t I mention, ages ago, how I hope Betsy Dobson comes back lots of times to grace us with wise insights and hot cocoa?

           “Are you still here, Bee?”

           “For a few moments longer,” Betsy said. “The milk’s almost done heating. I picked some up on the way so we could have some cocoa. (…) If we start drinking it now, we can probably make ourselves sick off of it by midnight.”

Oh my god. YES.

It’s been too long, but I can finally bring this back – it’s #cocoaoutforbetsy ALL THE FUCKING WAY.

I missed our Ravenclaw Molly Weasley <33333

           Neil couldn’t believe her. Chocolate wasn’t a fix-it; it wouldn’t make any of this easier to stomach.

Neil Josten has obviously never had chocolate.

I also now desperately want to do a cosplay shoot where all the Foxes just hang out and drink hot chocolate.

           “Neil,” Wymack said.

           “I’m fine,” Neil said.

           Wymack said nothing immediately, then, “Be fine inside where it’s warmer.”

Sassy Wymack is the best Wymack.

Also, can Neil stop being fucking fine.

I mean, it’s a meme and it’s funny, but it’s also worrying the shit out of me.

A couple of hours later – after Neil has had his patented Angst Run™ and Exhaustion Nap™ - Wymack tries talking some sense into him again:

           “Your testimony could speed the process up, you know. You’re the only one besides Andrew and Aaron who was in that room when Drake died, and since Andrew won’t talk either –“

That’s what I fucking SAID. Thank you Wymack, my dude, my man, for having my back.

Also, Andrew’s not talking either even though it – surprise! – would benefit him immensely as well? Amazing. Stunning. These two are meant to fucking be.

           “Get back to bed.”

           “I’m fine.” It was out between he could stop it. (…)

           “Neil,” Wymack said, “between you and me, I don’t think you’ve ever been fine.”

This is potentially the best sentence anyone has ever said to Neil this entire series.

WYMACK MY DUDE.

In his own interest, and because I love and care about this dude – call him out on his ‘Fine’ bullshit. Please.

And as if the angels above (read: Certified Fox Parents™ Wymack, Abby and Betsy) had heard my prayers: Neil gets pressured into running errands with Bee the next morning, which Bee promptly turns into Fun Psychoanalysis Hour.

           “[Nicky] is lucky to have a friend like you worrying about him.”

           “I’m not his friend,” Neil said, “I’m his teammate. (…) What do I need friends for? I came down here to play.”

There are times where Neil just really, really annoys the shit out of me.

This is one of those times.

Like – I get that he’s miserable. I get that he’s angsty. It’s entirely justified. But he gets friends and support handed to him on a platter over and over again – and he refuses to accept it.

And I realized he’ll learn to accept it by the end of the books, he’ll grow into it, he’ll learn to let love in his life, blablabla, all good, all well. But right now, it’s just grinding my gears so much.

In other news – we are now halfway!

Not with the book, but with the entire series!

I’m equal parts sad, excited and glad – sad because that means it’ll end some time, excited for what’s to come, but also (not going to lie to you here) glad it’s ending at some point, because this is just really beginning to take up a lot of my time.

Don’t get me wrong, I love it dearly, I’m glad I’m doing it and I would not want to quit it at any point. But it’s also a lot of work.

And also – that is just halfway? I feel like we’ve been at these books for ages, and so much has happened already. This means we’ve only uncovered about half of all the shit that’s going to go down? What more fuckery could there be??

I have a very strong feeling I don’t want that question answered.

Back to Bee and Neil.

           “You can’t choke back on everything forever,” Betsy said. “You need an outlet, whether it’s with me or David or your teammates.”

           “I don’t need anyone.”

YES YOU BLOODY DO.

I’m v v happy about Actual Angel Bee Dobson pushing Neil towards the healthy and glittering Road Of Mental Health – even if he’s grinding his small angst-ridden orange heels into the ground refusing to budge an inch.

Somebody’s fucking got to help that boy.

Betsy and Neil go shopping, buy Neil a new racquet (RIP Wymack’s bank account) and get Andrew’s knives and keys from the Hemmicks house. Nothing interesting to report here. Next!

           “Where are Nicky and Kevin?”

           “Nicky tried to hug Andrew and almost got himself stabbed with a kitchen knife,” Wymack said.

In the words of a wise man chapters ago: Dammit Minyard, this is why we can’t have nice things.

NICKY :’((((((((((( <333333

#givenickyallthehugs2k17

However, Neil does not give Nicky all the hugs – instead, he frequents one of his all-time favourite hobbies: Eavesdropping on people.

           “This is the only ethical solution,” Betsy said.

What? What is? Solution to what?

           “Andrew won’t agree to this,” Abby said, a last-ditch effort to change their minds. “Going means leaving Kevin behind.”

Andrew? Going?? Going where???

           Neil ignored [Abby] and insisted, “Where are you taking him?”

           “Easthaven Hospital,” Betsy said. “I’m going to take Andrew off his medicine.”

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m sorry, did I mention how Betsy is the best person in this entire series?? Did I?? DID I???

Apart from Wymack and Renee, of course.

Andrew going off his medicine!! Yes!! Fucking FINALLY!!

I’m excited for this because of plot reasons – what will Andrew be like off his meds? More scary? More mellow? Will he still pretend not to care about Exy? Will he still pretend not to care about Neil? Actually – will he still feel the same at all, both about Exy and Neil?

But in all honesty, I’m mostly excited for this because of the simple reason that I want Andrew Joseph Minyard to be happy and healthy.

That’s all I want.

           He’d wanted to hurt Betsy in the car for reinforcing the rules of Andrew’s awful medicine. She hadn’t defended herself because she knew she didn’t need to. She knew just like he did how cruel it was to keep Andrew on his drugs, and she’d already reached out to the people who could help him.

And apparently, that’s all Betsy wants as well.

I cannot thank the universe enough for the existence of this woman.

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