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[punkkeeblerelf]

I'm tired. I'm tired of watching people be happy. I want people to be happy, don't get me wrong. But I've been living in a mental hurricane of emotion since I cut my mom out of my life two years ago. I haven't healed, I've barely moved on, I still think about my childhood pets i left behind. Every day. They're probably dead now. I hate my mom and I hate my family, and I'm glad I left, but I miss them. It was the hardest thing I've done. I miss my grandma, whose talk of mermaids and ocean mysteries filled my childhood. Whose passion for animals gave me the inspiration to be where I am today. I miss my grandpa, who used to tell me stories of his younger days. Stories of his ocean diving, of his crazy adventures. I miss my mom's mom, my other grandma, and her eccentric mannerisms. I miss the way she told me she was proud of my artwork, and told me I'd be an artist like her someday. I miss the sweet sound of her voice when she said hello, the thump of her cane. And they're probably dead too. If not, I won't know when they are. I loved them so much. I spent days and weeks of my childhood completely entrenched in anxiety about their deaths. About one day, never seeing them again. But back then at least they liked me. At least they knew me. If I was still a child, it would have been better. But now, they die thinking I'm a monster. A blight.

I miss my mother. We were very close. I miss the way she laughed, the way she reassured me. I miss the way she made me feel so special sometimes.

But these people I miss, I'm better off without them. I'm better off without my complacent grandma, who always turned a blind eye or brought up her childhood whenever I complained. Whenever I complained about my mom hitting me, yelling at me, telling me I'm the reason she wanted to kill herself. Telling me that I'm the reason she miscarried my sister. Telling me how she was oh so spectacular, and was to be famous if not for me. I'm better off without my sociopath grandfather, who turned my mother into what she is today. Im better off not knowing the fate of my other grandma, who spent her life and the lives of her children being addicted to drugs. Not knowing what happens to my cousins, if they escape or rot.

I'm better off without a disillusioned, abusive mother. Without an absent, ill Father. Without a little sister. With no one. I'll just keep waiting till it feels that way. One day I'm sure, the blurry memory of their faces is all I'll have. The spite I currently live by will fade. Their personalities will get wiped away with the rest of my memory. And maybe then, I'll be happy for others again. Truly, without an ounce of jealousy.

#luffy #im so so so tired #I am living out of pure spite for my creators #who knows #sad posting hours #send w33d #dramatic i know #let me talk about my stupid mushy feelings with however much grandeur i want. #the scars on my arms and legs deserve more than missing my abuser and her bystanders

[silliepuppieboie]

timr to go home and get evem more drunk and smoke the biggest joint ever (not exaggerating my dad bought one of those huge cones i’m excited LOL)

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[bl00d-bunny]

rock bottom - lip gallagher

-pairing- lip gallagher x fem!reader

-summary- after bumping into lip on the street, you catch up and realize lip isn't doing too good. for this request here

-warnings- angst, vomit/throwing up, alcohol abuse, smoking (w33d), drinking, shameless activities lol,

-word count- 2k

Friday nights for you were always the same. After clocking out at work, you’d stop at your local shop to buy a pack of smokes and some beers before heading home to your couch. You liked the routine, it was like self-care to you. Instead of spending the weekend partying as you used to, you’d spend the weekend alone, watching sitcom reruns with a beer. 

As soon as you stepped out of work you were on autopilot. You knew what to expect, Friday nights were always the same. You’d get the train, then walk to the same shop, wave at the same shopkeeper, walk to the same fridge, and get the same beer, before walking to the counter to buy the same smokes and then walk the same five minutes to your apartment. 

You liked the repetition, it was a time for your brain to switch off, almost like meditation. As you paid the shopkeeper, whose name you really should know by now, you heard the bell at the door. You thanked the shopkeeper, like always, and stuffed your change into your purse. 

Someone bumped into your back, sending the coins in your hand skidding across the counter. Picking up the coins you see their beige jacket heading for the booze, you roll your eyes. 

Unfortunately, this was also part of your routine, living in a not-so-nice neighborhood meant that there were always junkies, or drunks, in their own world focused on their next fix. You didn’t mind them in all honesty, although you wished they had a better sense of direction. 

You are clumsy enough as it is, you didn’t need any more help with being knocked over. Making sure you had all your money, you waved to the shopkeeper before heading out.

Outside the shop, you wrapped your coat across your chest hoping to keep the cold air out as you opened your new packet of cigarettes. Pulling a lighter out of your pocket, you spark a cigarette. You hear the shop bell not far behind you, pocketing your lighter you start to head for home. 

You aren’t far from the shop when you hear a voice behind you, “Mind if I bum one of those?” 

You turn to find the owner of the beige jacket behind you, but under the glow of the street lamps, you can’t be sure you recognise them. 

“Lip?” You take a step closer trying to verify that it’s really him. It’s his smile that confirms it.

You hadn’t seen him in a while, last you heard he was at college but looking at him now, in the middle of the street, shop lights illuminating him, he didn’t look himself. Maybe it was just the stress of college, but he looked tired and worn, his skin pale, accentuating the dark bags under his eyes. 

Pulling a fresh cigarette from the pack you both move closer, handing it to him you grab your lighter from your pocket. Instead of handing him the lighter, you light it, letting the orange flame dance between you. He leans forward, cigarette between his lips inhaling to ignite it. 

It’s then you smell it, the sharp smell of alcohol. He smelt of stale cheap alcohol and something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on, it was sweet and sour at the same time. 

He took a step back, exhaling he thanked you. You shrugged it off, back in the day you two would share cigarettes without even asking. Then you both just stood there, in the smokey silence. You didn’t know what to say, what do you say after it's been so long? 

Before you knew what you were saying you invited him back to your place for a beer. You weren’t sure it was the best idea considering you could already smell alcohol on him but you hadn’t seen him in so long and you didn’t know when or if  you’d see him again. You could tell he was thinking the same thing, taking his time before he responded. He accepted almost reluctantly.

The two of you walked the short walk to your apartment in silence, the only contact you had was Lip occasionally bumping into you before mumbling an apology. You spent the time trying to think of what to say. You wanted to ask how he was doing but it was clear he wasn’t doing good.

Opening the door to your apartment you immediately regret inviting him over, your place was a mess, and you can’t even remember the last time you cleaned.

“I’m sorry about the mess,” you scrambled to put the dirty dishes in the sink and the trash in the garbage.

“Don’t worry about it,” he shrugs.

Settling opposite each other at the kitchen table you crack open a beer before passing him one, maybe a drink will bring back the sarcastic, flirty Lip you remember. God knows you need a drink.

“So, how have you been, I heard you were at college?” You finally ask, ripping off the metaphorical band-aid.

He looks into his can of beer, not saying anything. Maybe you could have asked that a bit better. 

“I- err I was kicked out,” he finally said not looking up.

“Oh,” was all you could say.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” he shrugged, “I mean I didn’t really want to go in the first place.”

Unsure of what to say, you sip your beer in silence.

“What about you?” He asked looking up from the can between his hands, “I mean you have your own place now,” he glanced around your space.

“Yeah,” you smiled, you loved having your own place, “I’m working at this office uptown, honestly I hate it but you know I’ve got bills to pay,” you tried to keep the conversation going but knew he didn’t want to talk about your crappy job.

“You still smoke weed, right?” Before he could answer you answered for him, “Of course you do, who am I kidding?” You laughed.

Walking to your room you grabbed your stash and made your way back to the kitchen table. Placing your rolling tray down you handed Lip the joint you had rolled before work and began rolling yourself one. You knew a little weed would get the conversation following, the two of you would smoke all summer long before life got in the way. 

After a few joints and more beer, the conversation was going just fine, almost like the old days.  He told you everything his family had been up to, and you complained about work and your jerk ex-boyfriend. 

Somewhere along the way, the conversation deepened, and Lip opened up to you. He told you why he got kicked out of college, that he’s been drinking uncontrollably and he doesn’t remember the last time he’d been home. It broke your heart to see him like this. 

Growing up on the southside you knew not everyone would make it out but if you were placing bets, you would’ve bet on him. 

Seeing him so lost and broken, it was like looking at a stranger. You tried your best to comfort him but honestly, comfort was never your strong suit.

You were about to roll another joint when you heard the birds chirping outside. You checked your phone before looking out the window. Sure enough, the sky was lightening every so slightly. When you turned to Lip he was pocketing his phone having just checked the time himself.

“Shit, I’m sorry for staying so long, I’ll get going,” he stood wiping the few stray tears from his face.

“Don’t be sorry,” you stood as well, you didn’t want him to leave especially not like this.

“Do you mind if I use your bathroom before I go?”

You pointed him in the direction of the bathroom and began clearing away the empty cans while trying to think of something more to say to him. Once the cans were away and Lip wasn’t back you pottered about tidying up here and there. 

When he still didn’t emerge you went to check up on him. Outside the bathroom, you heard nothing, you knocked on the door.

“Lip?” you pressed your ear against the door but still heard nothing.

Twisting the doorknob, the door didn’t open. It should have opened, the lock has been busted since you moved in. 

Calling out to him you used all your body weight to try to open the door. You were able to push it just far enough open for you to slip inside, the door slamming forcefully shut behind you.

There on your bathroom floor is Lip Gallagher. He is curled up on the cold tile floor his feet blocking the door. You immediately checked his pulse and breathing, thankfully he has just passed out. And thrown up, there's puke in the toilet and some on the seat. Before attempting to wake him you get a large glass of water and prepare a cold washcloth.

Back in the bathroom, you wipe the puke from his chin before gently shaking him awake. He is barely conscious as he sits up leaning against the bath. You force him to have some water before you quickly clean the toilet. 

Now that he is sitting up you notice he has some sick on his coat, that he never took off in the hours he was here. Taking it off and tossing it to the side you realize why there is vomit dried and crusted on his shirt. You close your eyes feeling your heart break even more. 

You place your hand on his cheek and look at him, his face pale and sweaty.  “What happened, Lip?” you ask knowing he won't answer. 

Taking off his shirt, you toss it with his coat to be washed later. Standing you try to wake him enough to get him into bed, he is barely awake by the time you get him to stand up and guide him to the bedroom. 

In the bedroom, he flops onto your bed. You remove his shoes and pull his legs onto the bed. Tucking him up in the bed, he begins to snore quietly, you make sure he is on his side and pull your trashcan close in case he needs to vomit again. 

Back in the bathroom you put his clothes in the washing machine and took the cup of water to the bedside. You watched Lip sleep for a moment, he finally looked peaceful. You turn to the cupboard to get a blanket and some pillows, so you can sleep on the couch.

“Y/n?” you turn to see Lip hasn’t moved save for opening his eyes.

“Just sleep, Lip,” you close the cupboard and move for the door. “I’ll be on the couch.”

“Will you stay with me?” you can barely make out his face in the dark, “please.”

Without saying a word you close the bedroom door, dropping the pillows and blanket at the foot of the bed. Lip shuffles over, making space for you. Once you are in the bed, he snuggles into you, resting his head on your chest. You stroke his hair as you listen to his steady breathing. 

When he's finally asleep you place a kiss on his head, “we will fix this, I don’t how but we will. I promise.”

#bunny writes #shameless #shameless imagine #shameless us #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher fanfic #lip gallagher imagine #lip gallagher #lip gallgher angst

[pupboyxander]

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xander, absolutely anything puppy related/has -pup or -puppy at the end, masc terms mostly with the exception of "pretty" (especially if ur calling me pretty boy), "beautiful" "cute", and "gorgeous" if theyre followed by "boy" or “puppy/pup”

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[cherryheartssblog]

THE YEARLY VACATION III

Summary: Each year Y/N’s parents take their vacation down to Florida for ten days and her dad’s yearly business trip. This time it’s different though, her dads hot boss Negan Smith is staying with them in their condo for the whole ten days. Y/N’s lustful thoughts that she had always had were about to grow into something much more than she ever imagined. More than just them coming true..

Characters: Negan Smith, The Reader, Grace(OC), Calvin (OC), William L/N (Readers Father), Catherine L/N (Readers Mother), Max (Readers Younger Brother), and a few other OC characters mentioning through the series.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sexual relations, age gap (the reader is around is 21 or 22 and Negan is in his late 30s to early 40s.), daddy k!nk, SMUT, dirty talk, smoking w33d, unprotected sex, drinking!, quick car sex!, quickie!, teasing,slight embarrassing situations (second-hand embarrassment), jealous tendencies!, and not fully edited chapters.

A/N: i finally got this together and hope I can get day four together soon. ;) thank you so much on the love on this series! I'm coming together with tag list comment down below to join!

DAY THREE

Just like yesterday.

Y/N woke up with a jolt and felt an unfamiliar weight on her chest. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she realized that Negan was sleeping right next to her. Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and fear - what if her parents caught them? She stole a glance at the clock - it was 7 AM. The thrill of the forbidden made her pulse quicken as she wondered what the day might bring.

Y/N urgently shook Negan, trying to rouse him from his sleep. She knew they had to act fast. "Wake up, Negan! We need to move quickly," she exclaimed, her voice filled with urgency. Negan groaned and furrowed his brow, clinging to Y/N even tighter. She couldn't help but laugh at his childish antics. But time was running out. "Come on, we need to get to your room before someone catches us," she urged, feeling Negan's hands on her thighs.

Y/N's heart raced as she shook Negan's body, trying to wake him up. "Come on, we have to get ready!" she exclaimed. "It's 7 AM and my parents are already up and getting ready to go to the waterpark!" Y/N couldn't wait to spend the day at Big Kauna with her family, especially her little brother, who was thrilled about the adventure. Suddenly, Negan's eyes opened and he smiled, his hands cupping her cheeks. Y/N felt a surge of excitement and relief wash over her.

"You need to go back to your room."

Negan groaned out, turning over and grabbing his boxers and clothes from the floor beside him. She sighed in relief, holding the covers close and watching Negan fumble with his clothes back on. "Take a picture, sweetheart, and it will last longer." Negan's voice was deeper, still in his sleepy phase. Y/N's lips curled up, blushing a little from his comment.

Y/N laid in bed, her heart racing as Negan leaned in closer. "So this is what we're going to do every night, sweetheart?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eye. Y/N couldn't help but playfully shrug, knowing exactly what Negan was thinking. "We could always try your room," she suggested, a sly grin spreading across her face. Negan laughed, the sound sending shivers down Y/N's spine. This was going to be an exciting night.

"Y/N, honey, you awake?" Y/N and Negan both froze in place. Negan's pj pants from the night before hung loose, his shirt still yet to be found. Y/N laid fully naked underneath her covers, hearing her mother's voice growing closer.

"Y/N? We need to get ready!" Y/N jumped up, almost falling out of bed, grabbing her robe from the chair beside her. Negan frantically searched for his shirt, but he could not find it anywhere. "You need to go out on the deck and sneak back into your room!" Y/N whispered, hearing her mother knock on the door.

"I'm coming, Mother!" She yelled; her palms were sweaty. Negan could not help but smirk, feeling adrenaline from the whole situation.

Y/N was feeling extremely annoyed by Negan's reaction. She playfully hit him out the door and asked, "I don't know where my shirt is, Negan. Can you help me find it?" Negan grabbed her hands and they both stood on the deck. Y/N rolled her eyes and groaned out loud, looking behind her quickly, hoping to find her shirt.

"I will find it later, now just go!" Y/N whispered, hearing her mother knock once more and the click of the door behind her. Y/N shut the deck door quickly, turning seeing her mother walk in her longer thicker robe. Catherine smiled at her daughter, who did not notice her shaky hands hiding bhind her.

"Sorry mom, I was just out on the deck." Y/N breathed out, her eyes falling to a darker shirt on the floor beside her dresser close to her mother.

Negan's shirt.

Y/N's mouth instantly went dry, her breath was shaky. "Uh-mother look I am about to get ready," Y/N quickly went up to her mother, holdign the door getting ready to get her mother out of there, "I will meet you down stairs."

Catherine smiled, laughing at her daughter. Well, good morning to you." Y/N smiled trying to realx, she felt so nervous. And if things just could not get worse, Negan's door opened across the hall, walking out in the pjs he had on and a new loose shirt.

He smiled at the two ladies turning to him, Y/N was froze in place she could not beleive how calm he was being. "Well good morning ladies, I thought I heard talking out here." Negan played it off so well, Catherine smiled greeting Negan.

"I was just telling Y/N to get ready, we will leave here in about an hour or so." Catherine told Negan the plan on when to leave. Y/N glanced one more time at Negan, excusing herself to get ready shutting the door quickly and now locking it.

Y/N breathed out, her face had to be red. She could feel sweat forming on the top of her forehead, quickly snatching Negan's shirt up. The smell of his colonge hit her, Y/N hated how it made her crave him more.

She threw it with her own clothes for now to hide it from being seen from her mother. Y/N started to see why Negan enjoyed almost behind caught, it was a thrill. Having to be quick to get out, him leaving his shirt behind.

Y/N blushed and snickered; she knew this would all be a fling. She could not get attached to all this, no matter how much she loved it.

--

Y/N hated how the tension was between her and Negan that morning. When she got herself to go downstairs, she helped pack up the car for the waterpark. The only thing helping Y/N was her brother Max's excitement for the park.

The line was small when they arrived at the park, just as her parents always liked it. They wanted the best seats, always renting tents when getting in. Y/N usually stayed with her brother, riding slides with him or tanning beside her mother, who read her book.

Y/N wanted to talk to Negan about everything; it was eating her alive, just keeping casual conversations in front of her parents.

When walking into the park, you could hear the water instantly. Music played loudly of older 2000s hits. "Y/N, we have to go on the race one!" Max was excited, following their parents to the tent for the day. Y/N knew she caught Nean's eyes falling behind him, standing beside her father, Willam, helping carry things.

"We will, I promise." Y/N laughed, getting to their tent and laying everything out for today. Max was getting ready to go with his goggles in hand. "Come on, you can put that stupid tanning stuff on later." Max rushed his sister, wanting to get on the Raceway quickly.

"Come on, Max, I'll get in line with you and do a race while your sister finishes up." William followed his son, who was explaining how it all worked. Y/N laughed, hiding her wandering eyes with her sunglasses, watching Negan behind her.

"Come on, Y/N," Negan caught her eyes, quickly turning away from her mother, who was already laid back with a book. "We can race together." Y/N's mouth parted, clearing her throat, she could not even find the words to say. "Oh, you two going against Max and William?" Catherine laughed, "Just make sure to race with your brother once." Negan snickered. He loved messing with Y/N when he could.

Y/N smiled, stood up, adjusted her bathing suit, and threw the tanning oil and her sunglasses in her chair. Negan's eyes trailed down her body as she was hugged in a pink bikini for her choice today. He noticed every detail, which was more of a higher cut than she had had yesterday on the beach.

"I am going to beat all of them anyway." Y/N shot back, heading to the slide. She knew Negan's eyes were on her, giving her hips a more dip when she walked. The two walked up where they had the boards to slide down on, hanging to head up the stairs to the slide.

"You think you're funny, don't you?" Y/N's face fell, the two standing in place for a moment; Negan laughed, shaking his head and grabbing his own board. "I don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart." Negan shrugged it off like it was nothing; Y/N scoffed at him, following him up the high stairs.

The line was short, but there was a slight wait as they climbed up towards the line, continuing the conversation, "I found your shirt, by the way." Y/N said, out clear as day; Negan stopped turning to her, and his face fell. "Do you want it back?" Y/N smiled innocently.

"You can keep it, sweetheart." He mumbled out, continuing his walk. Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes and continuing to follow his tracks until they reached the line.

Y/N and Negan were about seventh and eighth in line; she could see her father and Max at the top getting ready to be next to race. "Are you regretting anything?" Y/N asked; she wanted to know, feeling tension grow with him as she stood in line.

"I haven't regretted shit." Y/N's lip pierced, biting back another smile, "I'm just trying to stop myself from throwing you back into that car in the parking lot and taking that tight bathing suit off and fucking you." Negan said his last comment quieter; Y/N's eyes met his, who was eyeing her down.

"Is that all I am good for?" Y/N was severe in a way, but her voice was playful and flirty. "Oh, sweetheart, you are worth more than anything I own." Y/N's eyebrows furrowed, the line moved up, and they were following.

Y/N followed him to the slide beside him, waiting on the go. "Are you sure you can do this, old man?" Y/N asked, but his comment kept playing in her head repeatedly.

She was worth more than anything he'd owned.

"Oh, you know I can." He winked, watching the light in front of them go green.

The water was cold, and the slide was quickly hitting the bottom; feeling water go up her nose, Y/N laughed, getting up from the water and wiping her eyes. Her father and brother were waiting down below, laughing. Y/N turned, watching Negan get up, "Who won?" She turned to her father and brother.

"I think it was a tie; that was pretty funny." William laughed; Y/N turned to Negan, who took her board from her to put it away. "We all know I won." Y/N smiled, butterflies still growing from his comment.

And man, did Negan look good; the water glistened off him. Y/N knew she had to be careful with her stares. She did not have her shades to cover up the eyes that roamed his body like she was eating him alive.

Y/N knew that this would not end when the trip did; not only did his comment stir that thought in Y/N's brain, but she could not help but think she was falling for Negan.

Y/N knew she could not.

She shouldn't.

But she did.

--

The rest of the day was relatively quick; Max kept Negan and Y/N's mouths shut, just sharing glances at each other. Y/N desperately needed to text Graice; so much had been going on she had not got to update her on everything that had gone down.

When they returned to the condo to wash up for dinner, she sent her everything that had happened. She trusted her, knowing she would be happier than running off to tell someone. Y/N could only see the messages now.

Omg, you fucked him. Was it good?

You fucked him more than once? You Slut!

Omg, girl, Cal is going to get jelly! I love this!

Y/N was right on point with her best friend's response to getting the nasty chlorine water out of her hair after her shower. Y/N saw the five text messages Gracie blew up her phone with.

3:45PM

Gracie: Y/N L/N, you fucked him twice? Girl, you better be careful. 

3:47PM

Gracie: But, girl, was it good?

3:51PM

Gracie: Of course, it was good you fucked him twice; oh, was he significant? 

3:55PM

Gracie: If you do not answer me, hoe, I swear to God.

3:57PM

Graice: Are you fucking him now? 

Y/N snickered to herself, sitting on her bed with her towel wrapped tightly around her body. She quickly shot a few texts back to Graice, knowing her parents would start rushing out the door soon for dinner.

4:01PM

Y/N: It was honestly the best I have ever had, and we are being careful. I will have to call you later. xx

Y/N quickly got dressed into a sundress, getting herself looking in the mirror and feeling satisfied. While cleaning up her products off the bathroom mirror, the door creaked behind her, causing her to jump slightly. Her body turned quickly to the older male behind her. Negan leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, his eyes scanned over her body.

"You look beautiful, doll." Negan complimented her, her lips pursed together to hide her smile, "Your mom asked me to see if you were ready to go." Y/N's eyebrows rose, her lips curled.

"I could have been naked, and you're just walking in on your co-worker's daughter?" Y/N playfully joked; her voice was flirty, turning off the bathroom light passing Negan. Her fingers gently crossedwent his chest, and the smell of his cologne hit her nose. His eyes looked deep into hers; Y/N could feel him undress her with them. "I did not think you'd mind, sweetheart." He leaned in more, and Negan's lips brushed hers. Y/N could not help but let out a whimper. Negan chuckled at the sight of the two RLs, her wrapped around his finger.

He loved it.

His lips were placed on hers, moving in sync. Y/N cupped his cheeks, and Negan tasted the lipgloss she had applied moments ago. His hands gently squeezed her neck, pushing her against the wall behind them. Y/N grabbed onto the side of the wall behind her for support. The simple kiss was becoming more rough, his tongue fighting with her own.

"My-my parents are waiting." She fought against his lips; Y/N was out of breath, trying to push him back a little bit, holding onto his bicep. Negan growled in defeat; she was just too perfect. He wanted her every second he saw her.

"I want you to come to my room tonight, baby." Negan rarely said it, but it sent chills down to her core. It would make her whimper out just the very word coming out of his mouth; she was so submissive to him. She felt she would do anything he said as long as he called her baby. Negan's fingers slowly dragged down her lip, his eyes never leaving hers as she just looked up at him, "I got something special planned."

Negan shot her a wink, motioning for her to follow her out of the room. His hands gently lay on her back, closing her bedroom door behind her.

"Let's get our game faces on, sweetheart."

--

The restaurant was pretty packed.

Catherine left to reserve a table while William found the nearest parking spot. Luckily, Catherine got them a table before they started running out of room.

It was a beach deck restaurant on the water where you could watch the sun go down over the ocean. They got a decent view of everything, seeing the boats passing by as well. Y/N rested her sunglasses on the tip of her nose, eyeing her menu.

Negan sat across from her, gently rubbing his foot across her bare leg. Her eyes tried to stay on the menu before her while the waitress ordered a drink.

“I saw this cute little mini golf place up here. Maybe we could check out tonight.” Catherine brought up, opening her on the menu. Y/N’s focus could not leave Negan’s face, his covered foot sliding more on her bare legs. Nothing was breaking her trance until she heard a voice that made her cringe.

As the L/N family approached, Natilie, Calvin's mother, boisterously exclaimed, "Well, well, well, look who we have here! Y/N, you look stunning - just like a doll!" Though her face was heavily made up to conceal her plastic surgery, I stood tall and confident. Catherine and William graciously stood up to greet the family.

Y/N's eyes fell on Calvin standing beside his father, Luke shaking her father’s hand. Negan’s eyes watched Y/N tense, trying to hide behind her smile; he could tell her she was highly uncomfortable.

“We were just heading out; guess you will be at the party in a couple of days?” Luke started a conversation with William, and Catherine kept her conversation brief with Natalie. They were not big fans of the family by a long shot, but they were very generous people.

Calvin gave a slight wave to Y/N, giving him the fakest smile she could have done without her family paying any mind; Max, even as clueless as he could be, noticed how much his sister did not want to be there.

"Hey, I'm really craving a whiskey on the rocks right now," Negan chuckled. He quickly closed his menu and stood up from his seat. "Do you need anything, Y/N? I can take you along to the tiki bar nearby." Negan offered to accompany her with a quick smile.

As Y/N took the opportunity to step away from it all, her stomach filled with a sense of relief. She confidently said her goodbyes to the family, not letting anything hold her back. Though Calvin's face fell, she walked past him with her head held high, making her way to the bar alongside the older male.

Y/N and Negan were finally able to escape to the bar. Negan looked over his shoulder to ensure that no one was watching them. He placed his hands on the small of Y/N's back, causing her to tense up before trying to relax at his touch. "What would you like to drink, doll?" Negan asked Y/N while signaling the bartender over with a whistle.

Y/N confidently requested for a drink, not caring about the type. Negan promptly ordered them both a whiskey on the rocks. Y/N eagerly gulped hers down as soon as Negan handed it over, while he leisurely sipped his own, smirking.

“Do you need another one?”

“I need a shot is what I need.” Y/N joked handing over her glass to Negan; he quickly reached the bar without an eye on him for the whole bottle of whiskey. He poured her another glass, letting her drink in silence.

“You don’t need to let him bother you like that.” Negan replied, “Ain’t nothing about him worth getting worked up about.” He chuckled at his comment, and it made Y/N smile a little.

“It’s not just Cal, it’s his whole family,” Y/N stirred her drink, “His mother practically begged me to get back together with him once she figured out why, she blamed his father. It was a huge problem, my parents even hate them and they like everyone.”

“Well, Nathan is a pussy of a man, that’s for sure,” Negan knew him well. He had worked with him for years; he knew he cheated on his wife on multiple occasions. Negan just worked with Nathan, making deals with him in the company; he was a good businessman. At least, “I take it Cal learned the ways of his father.”

Y/N took a sip from her second glass, feeling the rush of alcohol warming her up. She nodded in agreement with Negan, who was sitting next to her at the bar. "We should probably head back now," she said, glancing at her watch. "My parents must have run them off by now." She smiled at Negan, feeling grateful for the company. "I don't think I've ever had this much alone time with you," she said, filling her glass once more. "It's nice to just hang out and talk without any distractions." Negan grinned and gave her a playful wink. The two of them grabbed their drinks and headed back to their table.

“That’s the only time you want anyways.” Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, sharing a laugh with the older man. She tried to keep her hands from touching him; Negan’s hands were also tempted, walking up the stairs back to their table to her waist. “I like you more than just for that, sweetheart.” Negan assured her she was not just some fuck and go, “Hell, I like you a lot. And I love the sex.”

Y/N’s face reddened, returning to the table and seeing the Pearson family finally leave. “There you two are, thank you, Negan. I know Y/N was dying to get away.” William pulled his seat back up for his daughter, her eyes meeting Negan’s.

“I didn’t wanna seem rude, but I know a distressed woman.” Negan’s eyes never left hers, and he tried to shake off this feeling he was getting from this young woman.

What was she doing to him?

—

It was a quick night out; Y/N’s family and Negan played a round of mini golf at a cute local place close to the condos. It was pirate-themed, a newer one her family had never been to. William and Negan were the top winners; even Max did better than Y/N in some moments.

Upon returning to the condo, everyone was completely drained from the effort of reaching their respective rooms as quickly as possible. Y/N, feeling the weight of anticipation and excitement, knew that she would be sneaking into Negan's room that night. She carefully retrieved the deck from her pocket and made her way towards his room, her heart racing with every step. As she closed the door to her own room for the night, Negan's words lingered in her mind, echoing through her thoughts.

I have something special planned, doll.

Y/N wanted to squeal excited; she did not know why she was getting so worked up. Y/N started to lay out her nightwear for the night. Leaving her clothes on from the night out, she headed to the deck to go to Negan’s room.

Y/N was feeling nervous and had butterflies in her stomach. She made it to the glass door which was covered in blinds and gave a light knock. She looked over her shoulders and checked her surroundings as she waited for a response. When the door opened, Negan taller figure stood above her, smirking down at her. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Negan teased, her face reddened entering his room. Her eyes scanned his room, she had not even seen his room yet.

Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation as she stepped into Negan's room. The space was familiar, with the same size bed and bathroom off to the side, but there was a buzz in the air that hinted at something exciting to come. The sea shell lamps beside the tables cast a warm glow over the room, and Y/N couldn't help but wonder what Negan had planned for them. As she looked around, she noticed that Negan's clothes were carefully organized in the closet, as if he had gone out of his way to make sure everything was just right. When Negan's eyes met hers, Y/N's heart skipped a beat. He stepped closer to her, pulling out his phone and wiggling it in the air as he grabbed the car keys from behind the dresser. Y/N couldn't wait to see what adventures awaited them as they headed out into the night.

Her eyebrows furrowed, “I texted your father I was going to head out for a bit,” Negan smiled, “I didn’t tell him his daughter was going to come with me, though.” Negan opened his bedroom door, checking out to see if everyone was asleep. Y/N's face widened, and her mouth parted slightly. She could not find words to say.

“I figure y’ lock your door, and no one should bother you anyways for the rest of the night.” Negan gave her the idea for that night, “take the deck back to your room tonight or tomorrow.” His lips curled, sending a wink her way. This man was making her speechless.

“Negan, you can not be serious.” Y/N laughed. She was shaking her head. She could not believe him. Where did he even want to go?

Y/N's hand felt heavy as it rested on her forehead, her mind racing with thoughts of what could go wrong. She watched as his hand reached for her, beckoning her to follow him. Despite her guilt, she couldn't resist his charm and the moment's excitement. The two of them quickly slipped out of the house, careful not to be seen by anyone.

“You’re worse than half of the boys I dated that snuck me out of the house,” Y/N whispered, shutting the garage door behind them; she knew that if they got caught, they could talk themselves out of this one, she hoped. But other times, when they are half naked or even bare naked in bed together, there is no explaining that.

Negan chuckled, opening the door for her. She got in, and Negan got on the other side, getting them out of the condo area. It was later in the night; most places were starting to close. Y/N's mind wondered what they would do once they started to hit town.

“Where are you taking us?” Y/N finally asked Negan, and he was quiet momentarily, keeping that smirk on his face. “You hungry, sweetheart?” He turned to her. Y/N was still pretty full from dinner; they always had bigger meals on vacation.

“I think I’m okay, and most places are closing now.” YN knew everything closed from 10 PM to 12 AM; the town would get quiet afterward, and security roamed the beaches. “Well, I know this ice cream shop is open til later,” Negan suggested. Y/N's lips curled, her fingers playing with the ends of her dress.

“Negan, are you suggesting a date with me?” Y/N’s voice was flirty, and her hand fell to his upper thigh, rubbing it gently. His snicker sent chills down her spine. Y/N maintained her confidence, “More specifically, an ice cream date?”

Negan's hand rested on hers, sending shivers down her spine as his voice whispered, "I'd say it's a date, sweetheart." He took her hand away from his thighs, holding it in place. "But I know you deserve more than just an ice cream date," he added with a hint of excitement in his voice.

As Y/N and Negan drove along, they couldn't stop laughing and enjoying each other's company. Suddenly, Negan's blinker turned into a charming ice cream parlor, with a colorful sign displaying the flavors of the day. The place wasn't too crowded, with only a few people sitting outside, savoring their delicious ice cream cones and thick milkshakes. The sweet aroma of freshly made waffle cones filled the air, tempting Y/N and Negan to step inside and indulge in a tasty treat.

“I’m glad I did not change into my PJs for this.” Y/N joked Negan’s eyes met hers before getting out of the car. “I should have kept it clear to stay dressed for this occasion.” Negan hands rubbed her bare thigh. He kept making her smile, and he loved it. The way her face would reddened, her lips piercing with a smile.

It made Negan a happy man.

—

While in a car parked in a lot near the ice cream shop, Y/N and Negan shared their ice cream. Y/N opened up to Negan and shared things with him like she would with Gracie. During their conversation, Negan also talked about his life and the passing of his wife. Although their conversation was not always pleasant, it mostly revolved around sweet topics.

“You can not tell me that you never had car sex?” Y/N was stunned by Negan’s comment. They were sharing the craziest places they had sex; she bit into her cone, watching Negan laugh. “Never did, sweetheart,” Negan replied honestly, “Did it in public before, not in a car, though it seems too crowded, doll.” He motioned around them; Y/N's eyes wandered to as well as her mind,

“We could test a theory.” Y/N licked the ice cream, dripping onto her fingers slowly. Negan watched her, his eyes scanning her. He chuckled, which seemed darker. She could see his eyes even go darker with lust. Y/N got closer to him, her hand resting on his thighs. Negan’s face tried to stay serious, but he felt tension grow. He growled under his breath, letting his hand slip up, pulling down the strap of her dress.

“We need to be quick, sweetheart.”

Y/N was instantly on him, his lips crashing onto his. His hands went up hee dress to her hips, squeezing them roughly. She moaned with his kiss, feeling his nails dig into her.

“We need to get in the backseat.” Y/N mumbled against his lips, both climbing into the back. "I want you to fuck me," Y/N was desperate for him, Her voice was hoarse as a smirk spread across his lips. She grinded into his thighs, her hands wrapping around his neck.

"Were you not taught any fuckin' manners?"

“Please.” She begged, laying her down on the seat above her.

Y/N waited for what felt like forever to feel his touch on her. Y/N groaned in frustration, the anticipation killing her.

"Please..." she started to plead in whimpering gasps. Sweat forming on her forehead, the ache in her cunt becoming unbearable. "Please fuck me, Daddy."

“That's a good girl." Y/N felt his breath against his neck and within seconds she felt her insides burn as they were stretched open. Negan had his cock buried completely inside l hee. She let out a moan feelinf his free hand cover hee mouth. His thrust were rough, the car steaming up.

Y/N could feel the orgasm building.

Negan was unforgiving and relentless. The sound of skin slapping against his accompanying the moans and heavy breathing from the both of them. Fuckin' fuck... fuck..." Negan grunted with each thrust.

He seemed to thrust deeper still, hitting a part of you her felt like it had never been touched before. Y/N whimpered again, feeling his hands dig into her thighs once more, she knew she was close. His thrusts were sloppier feeling himself get closer with her.

Y/N moaned against his hand, clenching around him feeling herself come on his cock. Negan could feel her wetness drip down him which sent him over the edge.

“You dirty fuckin' slut," Negan whispered into your ear. "I can feel your cum dripping down my fucking legs.“ Her eyes rolled back of her head, digging her nails into his shoulders. Both out of breath, Negan placed kisses on her neck slowly.

Everything was perfect, too perfect.

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you smoke & I’ll have a drink [emily prentiss x reader]

Hey I sneezed. I’m currently in love with Emily Prentiss & It is quite sad the literal choke hold she has on me. But that’s not the point. Anyway, I slammed this together while sT0n3d as shit, per usual how I spend my nights & this is how i imagine being in a relationship with Emily where she is okay with her girlfriend smoking & loves it because it makes her girlfriend more honest & fun to play with. 

I don’t post what I write usually so I don’t know how to do warnings but if you’re not a fan of drinking or smoking w33d then this is kind of full of it. fingering, praise talk i think is in here, probably self esteem issues i wouldn’t put it past me. I don’t know I’m sorry i tried. Just be warned I guess. But if I missed any please let me know. also yes the grammar is probably piss poor & i think it is written in 2nd person or something i’m so sorry in advance.

Okay lastly, some background i wrote this imagining season 16 prentiss with season 12 Prentiss job if that makes a lick of sense. My brain has created this beautiful mix of silver fox prentiss as bau leader. So that’s what I did & that’s what this is. 

Everything was working out perfectly. It was Friday night, the new case they had picked up earlier in the week was finished and the suspect was in custody, and to celebrate it was girl’s night. You had heard all about it from Emily on her drive home, making your heart sing hearing the happy and relaxed tone in her voice. it was also warming to know she had managed to find some time to go out with her BAU girls especially after such a case from the little details you got from the news coverage & Emily. 

“i want you to come with us. i also know what you need to do to feel comfortable in a setting like that, if you want to smoke first i can pick you up in 30 minutes if that works for you.” 

the line was silent for a minute while you tried to collect your already high as a kite thoughts. “i- i don’t understand what you mean. i would never do something like that… like smoking.” it was so forced and such a lie anyone could have caught it. you had a suspicion that was one of her favorite things about you, the fact that you were such a bad liar. she must find entertainment in you always scrambling to find a good lie to bark out at her. 

“absolutely baby, not a little stoner at all. i will see you in 30 then.” you could picture the smile on her face and your stomach flipped just thinking about it. you hung up the phone and ran into your bathroom to get in the shower. 

you had no idea what it was that kept her so interested in you. she was the head of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit, studying and catching some of the worst serial killers ever. smarter than anyone you have ever met, but you’ve heard rumors about Dr. Spencer Reid. you had a good job & made enough money where you were able to afford an apartment comfortably by yourself, but exactly as she said, you were a smoker. you only smoked at night mostly to go to sleep & relax and when you went out you chose to be high rather than drink. after your shower you dried off, did your hair and makeup, before throwing on a big tshirt to wait until Emily was close to picking you up. you had fifteen minutes left before she would be at your door. turning on something on your tv you smoked until you got the text from emily that she was on her way. you ran back into your room and picked out your favorite dress that was short at the perfect length and showed off your chest quite nicely. 

in perfect synchronization with putting your lipstick away in your bag for the night, the doorbell rang. you took a last look in the mirror you had by the door and opened it to reveal a smiling emily. she was still in her work suit but it complimented her so well and she knew you loved it when she wore them. lately, emily had been letting her hair grow out and the beautiful gray show more which was making you weaker in the knees each time you saw her and sending you through the roof. it took you too long to realize you were admiring her until you looked up at her and saw the look on her face. “h-hello.” you finally squeaked out. 

“hi little bird, you look very pretty.” she smiled scanning your figure, her eyes following your curves leaving a small smirk on her face. “are you ready to go?” 

“yes,” you smiled and put your bag on your shoulder and took your jacket off the hook. you closed & locked the door behind you then followed emily down to her car. the rest of the night was filled with high energy & great drinks. you had met penelope & jj before at a night out with the team but never this intimate. you relaxed through the night as they asked questions to get to know you better and you all made jokes about some of the guys that tried to come up to the table. 

after a few hours you all said goodbye and you were soon back in emily’s car heading back to your apartment. “i’m glad you came out with us,” she smiled and placed her hand on your thigh. “did you have a good time?” 

feeling her hand on your thigh your back was now flush against the car seat. “i had a lot of fun. it was nice to meet JJ & Penelope outside of the group, they are so nice.” you quickly glance down at Emily’s hand that seemed to be a little further up on your thigh than before, but you both knew you weren’t complaining. the drive back to your apartment was a comfortable silence until emily parked and turned to you and smiled. 

“thank you for a wonderful night. would you like to come up for another drink before you go?” you you look up and can’t help but smile when she turns the car off and grabs her bag from the back seat.

 “i would love to.” she smiled and kissed your cheek before getting out of the car. as you walked up to the door you got your keys out and led her inside. you were happy to see your apartment was clean enough for a guest. you walked to the little bar in the corner of your kitchen and made emily a quick rum & coke which had been her drink of choice for the night. “thank you baby,” she smiled and took a sip. “will you be smoking i assume?” emily smiled and walked through the apartment looking out the back slider to the deck, smiling at the rolling tray on the table. 

“oh, uhm if you don’t mind sure. we can sit outside, it’s my favorite spot in the whole apartment.” you smiled and walked out with her. you had spent so much time making a small corner of the patio to be a perfect smoking corner. you sat in your usual spot while Emily sat right next to you and sipped her drink, answering some messages on her phone. you got to work making a little joint, picking out the perfect nug, fitting it into the grinder just right, and you definitely enjoyed hearing the sound of the weed being grinded, knowing that a beautiful pile would be waiting for you in the middle chamber. After you were done, you pulled out what you needed to roll. you pulled out her new favorite lighter -of-the-week and lit the joint. 

Everyone knows the best hit is the first, and this one did not disappoint. you felt all of the muscles in your body (except your lungs) completely relax and tensions were all gone. Instinctively you pulled out your phone and opened your favorite app and began scrolling while continuing to smoke. It was amazing to you that Emily didn’t always need you to entertain her. you two were completely comfortable just being with each other, whether you were talking or playing around, or just being in the same room together without saying a word. This was the perfect time to just sit and enjoy each other’s company while Emily sipped her drink and you smoked your perfectly rolled little joint.

After some time had passed, you put the remains in your ashtray and sat back in your seat. “That felt amazing.” you giggled as you felt the slow buzz go through your body. “This is my favorite flower I’ve gotten so far.”

“i hope you will be able to get it again,” Emily said in a soft voice while picking up her hand and bringing it to her lips to kiss the back. “Why don’t you come over to the couch with me,” she smiled. “I feel like it has been forever since we actually sat together.” she stood up and gently pulled you up with her before getting as comfortable as she could on the outside bench. Luckily it was padded, but it didn’t add much. It also didn’t help that she pulled you down onto her lap. she wrapped one hand around your waist and the other on your legs keeping you close to her. “Now this is more comfortable.” she chuckled.

“Think so? I’m definitely comfy.” you smiled and nuzzled into her chest. you stayed still while she held you, leaning her cheek against the top of your head and rocking you both very gently which soothes you a little too well.

Emily pulled back and smiled at you. “I think you deserve another. You’ve been so supportive this week,” her voice was soft and low, sending chills through your whole body. Emily definitely noticed as she put her hand on your cheek and you nearly melted against her. “If anything, baby, do it for me.”

Carefully, you got down off her lap and set yourself up between her legs facing the table. Surprisingly, it was more comfortable than you thought. you started the same process again, but was distracted when you felt Emily’s lips against your neck. The jar that held your flower was put back down on the table and you leaned back against Emily’s chest.

“Bird what happened? Can you not concentrate?” she leaned you up and pulled the table closer. “Maybe you can’t reach, maybe this will help. ”

you picked everything up again, starting where you left off. It wasn’t long into your process until Emily started again. A slow trail of kisses on all sides of your neck, this time accompanied by some traveling hands. All on your sides, trailing down to your thighs and back up again to your chest (which you were grateful for the fact you chose against any kind of bra.) you playfully pushed her off so you could stand up to reach the roller on the other side of the table.

When you did, your panties were pulled to the floor, leaving you completely exposed under the skirt of your dress. you turned around to Emily laughing. “Really? Are we children?” you reached down to pull your panties back up but was stopped when Emily grabbed your waist.

“I thought you would be more comfortable this way.” she  smirked and pulled you back down onto the couch with her. Emily’s lips were back on your neck and her hands lying comfortably on your thighs. “Anyway, continue.” she hummed. Emily slowly trailed her hand up your body from your thigh and up to your chest and softly began to massage your breast, while placing light kisses along your shoulder and back up again. Her other land lightly glided up your thigh, getting closer to where you wanted her to be. 

Emily’s hand on your chest slowly got more aggressive, grabbing more man massaging and mixing between teasing and pinching your nipple that was now between her fingers easily slipped under the top of your dress. The hand that was on your thigh was now drawing light circles against your clit, slowly leaving you a shaking mess against her. 

“Oh fuck Emily, I’m so close.” you finally whined out. Her lips were on all of your sweet spots along your neck and shoulder, her hand on your breast twisting and pulling at your nipple, and her fingers moving in a faster circle while your climax was rushing over. 

“Cum for me baby.” she hummed and kept her pace helping you through your climax. “Good job baby, you did so good.” she hummed and held you when collapsed back against her, breathing heavily trying to collect yourself. “I think you deserve that second joint now.” emily laughed lightly and kissed your cheek. 

You laughed and sat back up again finishing what you started. You set everything up and looked around the table for your book of papers, only to realize they were on the other side of the table. “Shit,” you mumbled. “My papers are on the other side of the table.”

“So then get them.” Emily smirked looking up from the message she was answering on her phone.

You gave Emily a suspicious look but decided to trust her. You hesitated another second before standing up and reaching over the table for the papers. When they were in your hand, just as you predicted, you felt two of her fingers slide inside you. “Oh fuck!” you screamed but quickly bit your lip once you were reminded you were outside.

Emily laughed with a teasing tone and slipped his fingers out before pulling you back down on the couch. “Oh birdie, so wet for me already. Are you finished rolling yet?”

“I just have to add uhm, the paper. So one more step.`` As you explained, you completed each step and were finally greeted by a beautifully rolled joint. You picked it up and held it in front of your face. “Perfection.”

Emily handed you a lighter which you happily took and lit the joint in your fingers. You enjoyed the first few hits before Emily took your body and turned you towards her to kiss her. Emily’s hands traveled again and her tongue started exploring your lips, teasing against you. She broke the kiss turning to face you forward before scooping you up and sitting you on the couch while she got comfortable next to you. Emily placed her hand on your cheek slowly down your body until it was between your legs again and sliding her fingers over your entrance knowing it was teasing you more than ever now. “Don’t forget about your joint.” 

“Please?” you whined and leaned your head back taking a hit and blowing it out. “Please.”

Emily slipped two fingers in and waited for you to adjust and get comfortable. Instinctively, you started grinding against her hand, causing emily to smirk. “Oh fuck Emily.” you moaned.

She wrapped her other arm around you and slipped the strap of your dress down, exposing your breast, giving her more room to go back to playing with your nipple as she did before. “Look at you baby, you look so perfect for me, grinding against my hand, you’re so wet for me too. Are you enjoying yourself bird?”

Hearing all of her words of praise, and nursing the joint you made sent sparks through you helping you keep a steady pace of your hips. You bit your lip harder as your climax built, holding on to the arm and back of the couch for support. “It feels so good Emily. I’m gonna cum again, I’m so close.” 

Emily chuckled playfully and leaned down to take your nipple between her teeth, giving a soft bite and softly kissing as an apology. “Cum for me birdie, now.” she barked and leaned back, enjoying the moment. On command, another and stronger wave washed over your body and after what felt like an eternity, you finally collapsed next to Emily, who brought you into her side, but careful of the blunt that was almost finished. On the last hit you took before you exhaled, emily softly put her hand on your neck giving it a small squeeze as you exhaled before she kissed you again. 

A little surprised by her actions you ended up with a little bit of a coughing fit but got it under control quickly. “Wh-what was that? I’m not complaining, I’m just asking.” she took the finished joint from your fingers and put it out in the ashtray before sitting back on the couch with you.

“Oh baby, I’m full of surprises. You’ll just have to wait and see.” Emily smiled as she curled you up in her arms close to her chest and lightly rubbed your shoulders and back. “I love you.” she whispered.

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Anyway, I told you it was kind of a mess but i had to get the idea out. Let me know what you think of this one please. Again, i know the grammar and spelling and everything isn’t good i told you i tried my best & just worked on getting the idea on paper & if you might be interested in another work in progress that i can rewrite to prentiss. 

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So like that guy isnt your boyfriend right

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Isn’t that Dave Grohl??????????

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4ny0n3 1n th1s thr34d sm0k3 w33d

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when ur leader says u have to invade earth but instead u just possess some random earthling to go to the mall like a boss 🤣🤣🤣 gleep glorp!! ✌️

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y does this post have so many notes wtf

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You just don’t get it

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my horny ass could NEVER get abducted by aliens

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WRONG BLOG WRONG BLOG

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Go On

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Not gonna lie the red hair is kind of growing on me. It doesn’t look that bad to be honest

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putt1ng blu3 dy3 1n ur c0nd1t10n3r n3xt L0LZ XD

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Again I’m not reading that

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GOD DAMN IT

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🏳️‍⚧️ grrsalot Follow

yeah imagine. that would be pretty funny

#i put so much effort into this post even though i know it’s not gonna get any notes. this post is for me and me only #oc tag #shitpost #fake post #fake tumblr post #oc #original character #io #shel #theo #jaz #sylv #alex #spacegirl

[flowers-n-fruits]

Send me money for w33d💖🙏🍭

#dumb wh0re #bimbo hypnosis #dumbification #dumbimbofication #hypno fantasy #petpl4y #bimbo training #me #selfie #dumb bunny

[8bitgarden-sys]

Introduction: DID System | Writer | Swiftie | Human

"In this city's barren cold, I still remember the first fall of snow..."

Hello, my name is Gray! Some important facts about me:

I am a DID system! We all go by different names and pronouns, but Gray they/them is always okay! As of 4/20/24, we have almost 100 alters! Yikes

I am a w33d user! I will not be trigger tagging this as pot is extremely important to my mental health and my disabled fiance's physical and mental health, as well as many people I know who use responsibly. If you argue with me on this, I will block you. Idc if you block us lol. Do what you need to for your safety.

My writing page, mostly if not entirely for fanfic, is @8-bit-fanfic

I am a HUGE SWIFTIE. I'm not huge in the community, and I try not to be unhealthy or weird in the parasocial relationship, but I do adore her music and her lyricism speaks to me in ways I didn't think possible.

Most alters have a specific playlist they listen to! Feel free to ask us our favorite songs!

ADHD haver, probably autistic, BPD haver, DID haver, depression & anxiety, PTSD, more things probably

"It's just white noise, and it's just my choice."

wanna talk but have social anxiety, awkwardness, or don't know how to navigate a DID system? I understand, I am also many of those things. Here's some conversation starters you can send in an ask, and feel free to just send the number with "intro post" !:

Who's fronting rn? (plus maybe a follow up question!)

Tell me a random fact about the alter fronting rn

Top favorite song rn?

Pick 3 random alters and assign them a Taylor Swift song

What's been going on lately?

What art project of yours are you excited for the most rn?

What is something you want to get better at?

Favorite Taylor Swift quote rn?

Info dump abt a hyperfixation/special interest

"I once was poison ivy but now I'm your daisy."

I hope you all have a wonderful day and I look forward to making friends and chatting!

#actually borderline #did system #queer #taylor swift #writeblr #dissociative identity disorder #actually dissociative #swiftie #ttpd #ttpd era #red era #taylor swift red

[sugars-fluffy-escapes]

Can you do a little thing for if angry or stoned ler!eddie finds out the readers worst spot is their back/shoulder blades??

Absolutely!!! 😖 /pos

Rambles for angry/stoned ler!Eddie under the cut! These hcs will mention w33d so please skip these if you need to. Prioritize your comfort <3 /gen /pos /p

I will also mark the start and end of the section that mentions w33d.

*Start of w33d mention. Please scroll to the second gif to skip this section if you'd still like to view the angry ler!Eddie hcs*

Stoned!Eddie is such a cinnamon roll 😭 He's gonna get really giddy about this discovery. Eddie's always excited about finding a new ticklish spot because that's just another set of tactics he can use to make you laugh 🥺 Whether you're his significant other or just his best friend, Eddie Munson adores you, and he'll take every chance he can get to see you smiling and giggling.

Since he's an extra bold ler when he's baked, I can totally imagine that he discovered your deathly ticklish back/shoulder blades after blatantly telling you that he wants to find another one of your tickle spots 🥴🏃🏽‍♀️ /lh /pos

OR- If you happen to also smoke pot, he likely made the discovery during one of your stoned tickle fights (absolutely adorable).

Whichever way a stoned Edward Munson found out, you can guarantee that he's gonna be a loving menace about it. He'll spider crawl his fingers up your back and across your shoulder blades and grin when you spiral into uncontrollable laughter. He also loves reading to you when he's high and you'll just be lying down close by or be affectionately "trapped" in a snuggle and his fingers will just be very softly tickling you and drawing out these really quiet giggles that just melt Eddie's heart 🥹💜

*end of w33d mention*

(For all of Volume 2's issues, we did get many scenes of Eddie emitting ler and lee energy 🥴🏃🏽‍♀️ /lh /pos)

Oh holy moly you're doomed. So doomed. Angry ler!Eddie finding out you have a ticklish back and shoulder blades? Doomed. Doooooooomed. /hj /lh

Eddie's going to somehow make the tickling feel ten times worse and there will be plenty of mock sympathy the entire time he's dishing out his form of payback. Scary 🥴 /lh

He's gonna list every reason you absolutely deserve to get tickled to pieces and he's gonna trace out those reasons on your back as he's tickling you 🏃🏽‍♀️ And then the mock sympathy will increase tenfold.

He's cruel AGAHSHDJFJ BUT- not cruel enough to completely kill you. When you're at your limit he will always stop, however, when he's been dishing out payback tickles, he always makes a smartass comment after he's done. Theatrics are par for the course as well (they always are GAHSHDF this is Edward "the theater kid" Munson we're talking about 🥹❤️ /lh /pos)

"Perhaps next time you'll reconsider invoking the wrath of the overlord of tickling." <- Smartass AGSHDHDJFJ

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Angry ler!Eddie is just so 🥴 EEEEE AGAHAHDHDHDJE I hope you enjoyed these hcs, anon! Thank you for sending this concept in!!! /gen /pos

Until next time, everyone!

~ Ushu 💖 (/p)

#sugar-answers #sugar-rambles #amazing-headcanon-submissions #sfw tickle blog #ticklish!reader #lee!reader #ler!eddie munson #tw: weed

[tecnashifts]

extra things to script

random things that technically aren't too important but i like to add to my scripts.

fans don't get into horrible, sending dts type fanwars.

your fans are good at streaming and voting.

whatever you order arrives at your front door an hour after you order them and doesn't get stolen.

apps (bubble, twitter, etc.) have accurate translations.

no snow app.

maknae on top, drive, scissors, etc. are on spotify.

interviewers rarely ask stupid questions or make stupid comments.

got7 still promote as a group.

after got7 left jype, they joined starship ent.

jae isn't part of day6, james charles, shawn dawson, jeffery star, trisha paytas never got popular, lucas was never part of nct.

there was a better president than trump and she’s a women of color 🙏🏼.

there are more women/woc/poc in government.

jyp has good wi-fi.

ballet slippers aren't painful.

shoes don't leave bruises or calluses.

w33d, smoking, & alcohol is legal in south korea and the legal age for both smoking and drinking is 18 (american age!!). (also please script none of that affects health.)

your group's known as monster rookies and one of THE 4th gen groups.

outfits never get in the way of dancing.

songs you steal have replacement songs that do as well and are good as the song from our cr.

filming solo parts in mvs aren’t cringy or embarrassing.

you can always find the cameras.

for aotm, artists are allow to preform a song that they’ve written for aotm that will be released after the aotm is posted.

school isn't hard for those who are in school.

jewelry doesn't break easy or get rusty

pizza hut keeps the pretzel crust 🙏🏼.

#shifting #reality shifting #kpop shifting

[cannibalizedyke]

heyy there congrats on 800 you SO deserve it <3

Could I maybe get 🖋 with George Weasley?

I´m 5´4 with shoulder long brown hair. I´m a hufflepuff, libra and infp. My favorite things to do is read books or bake even though I usually end up burning smth. My favorite music artists are nirvana, taylor swift and harry styles but over all my taste in music changes every week. I love wearing converse or doc martens (is that how you spell it?) and anything oversized (thx body dismorphia <3) When I first meet people I´m usually shy and very quiet but once I get used to them I.do.not.stop.talking. I´m extremely protective of my friends and siblings my parents and I don´t have the best relationship so not them. I also love watching sunsets and going for long walks. I cope by drinking coffee, listening to music and occasionally w33d (don´t do drugs kids)

I hope this wasn´t too much info if it was i´m so sorry I´m just really excited rn :))

ah i love georgie!! i hope you enjoy your fic!!

🖋 - send me a character and as much information about yourself as you want and i’ll write a blurb about what i think your relationship would be like!!

George sighed, slinging his arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "You're right, it's beautiful."

You smiled, leaning into him. You'd dragged him out to watch the sunset, something you'd been doing as long as you could remember. It had been a secret romantic fantasy of yours to watch the sunset with someone, and now it was finally coming true.

"You're beautiful," you murmured.

George laughed. "We're all beautiful."

You relaxed against him, curling up close. "I love sunsets. And you. I love sunsets and you."

George tilted your head up and kissed you softly. "I love you too. And sunsets. I love you and sunsets."

You groaned, smiling, cheeks burning. "Stoppp."

He laughed and kissed your cheek before turning back to watch the sky.

Nothing was better than this.

#elia's 800 follower celebration #george weasley x reader #george weasley x you #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x fem!reader #george weasley x f!reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley fluff #george weasley oneshot #george weasley blurb #george weasley drabble #george weasley fanfiction #george weasley fanfic #george weasley fic #george weasley

[addie-henderson]

I'm back on my gross spit bull shit this one's a little lengthy... Tw: w33d, spit, man handling

It's often said that when rich kids go to college they tend to rebel. Michael's rebellion came in the form of spending part of his weekly allowance on a small dose of weed just to get a little high on weekends and release pent up stress. Unfortunately for him his partner liked to tease, even in times when he found the relentless playfulness annoying.

Poke. Poke. Poke.

A finger jabbing into his side as he tried to take a hit, choking on the smoke instead sending him coughing.

"Jesus Christ, y/n!" He explodes, earning a smile of cockiness. Some what forcefully he grabs a hand full of face, squishing your cheeks between his thumb and the rest of his hand. "Whats with you, huh?"

When he got nothing but a small whimper she gives your face a small shake. "Huh? Nothing to disturb the peace with? Smart comments? Questions? Concerns?" Nothing.

"open." He commands taking a hit this time uninterrupted. Following instructions you part your lips expectingly allowing him to press a rough open mouth kiss to your lips, shotgunning smoking into your lungs. "close. Hold it."

You hold it until it burns your throat a little. "Let it out. What do we say?" You have trouble speaking with his grip on your face but you manage out a 'thank you.'

"Say ah." Expecting another huff of smoke you open your mouth only to be greeted with a heavy wet drop into your mouth without the taste of coffee and mint. "Swallow. Behave."

You whimper and do as your told hands now tucked politely in your lap. "Yes sir."

He lets go of your face giving a little push just barely strong enough to make you rock back a bit. "Good job sweetheart. Already better."

#emmie speaks #cha•°•michael dipnicky #•°•spit #please. mikey. #MANHANDLE ME. #he's 5'5 but he could do it!! #i believe. #•°•mary jane

[angelcommunist]

my man was called me yesterday and was like ive hardly seen you i havent seen you in a week and i told him we hung out on friday and he didnt believe me lol i had to send him pictures. idk why he cant remember anything i blame w33d

[bpxlee]

g0dd4mn why can’t i do life sober? it is lit impossible. cus i have no w33d i have been drinking every day (eating less so i’m within my c4lorie limits)

i would rather smoke cus no c4lories but i should be able to get some in a couple days hopefully 🤞🏻

update: my brother’s sending me his half of the bills on friday so guess who’s smoking this weekend🥺

[luvjoshuahong]

guidelines !

pro-israel dni! i am pro-palestine and will block if i find out you support israel. please dont hesitate to send asks related to palestine either if its asking about what happened, or donation links!

i dont search through peoples blogs but please dni if there is smut and you're a minor! minors can interact on non-smut fics

i most likely wont start writing smut for a while since im not confident in writing fics <//3

please dont rush me😭 im an indecisive person so i reread everything i post 100 times before posting

asks!

please ask to be an anon! i would love having special people on my page! e.g. 🌸 anon, 🤍 anon, etc

petnames like my love, bsf, bff etc are okay! anything except baby

venting is okay! if there is something serious you want to talk about i would prefer a dm instead of an ask but ranting is okay<3

dont be rude. dont abuse the fact that you can send anonymous asks its just unnecessary to send anything rude

requests!

things i will write:

fluff

smut (without anything mentioned below)

timestamps

reactions

scenarios

thoughts (ot13, unit, or individual member)

oneshots

drabbles

enemies to lovers!! my fav trope

arranged marriage, another fav

female reader

friends/crushes/strangers to lovers

boss x employee, neighbors, co-workers, bsf brother, etc

things i wont write:

member x member (only member x reader x member)

insect

male reader

groups other than seventeen

cheating

pregnancy things

age play

daddy/mommy kinks

violence

hybrid

noncon

dr*gs, w33d

magic

fluids besides cum and spit

historical (i just dont know how to write it)

ex to lovers

mental issues (anxiety, depression, etc is okay)

anything toxic

somnophilia

blood (period scenarios are okay, not period sex but comfort)

sad endings (i would make myself upset over it for a vv long while)

none of these are kink shaming! i just wont write them because i dont like them or will write them very poorly

i will update this list often

masterlist | taglist | rules | ask | carrd | about me | palestine

#luvjoshuahong #seventeen fanfic #svt #seventeen timestamps #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen oneshot #seventeen scenarios #guidelines