#sorry this photo is blurry but the energy is really good

[willabee]

I don't have a funny caption for this I just need you to see her

#WILLABEE #the DRAMA #sorry this photo is blurry but the energy is really good

[foreverisntenough]

-YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestions, smut love bombing, little sad, and kind of angst- not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

INDEX

Chapter 17 - ‘You’re Mine’

Trent slowly opened his eyes, waking up, he grabbed for his phone and winced at the bright light in the dark room. He had heard it vibrating on the bedside table but hadn’t had the energy or interest to look until now. You were still passed out nestled on his chest. He smiled, inspecting the little details of your face before turning his attention back to his phone. His brows furrowed at a group chat with his manager and brother blowing up. He had 50+ text messages. Since early hours they had been talking and sending links. He scrolled in momentary ignorance up to where the conversation started this morning, clicking the first link sent curious seeing his name included in the headline’s blurb.

“What the ..” he spoke at a normal voice that trailed into a whisper... “fuck” as you stirred.

“T?” You cooed, picking your head slightly, wiggling a little on top of him.

“Shhhh... Baby, go back to sleep, yeah?” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You couldn’t fight the sleep plaguing you, a headache hit you almost immediately so you rested your cheek back against his bare chest.

The Daily Mail headlines felt almost fake…. Trent squinted wondering if this was an elaborate joke. He couldn’t believe it.

‘Not So Secret? Alexander-Arnold confirms long term relationship with mystery woman’

‘Packing on the PDA; Liverpool fullback gets handsy with woman on a night out in Manchester’

‘Meet Mrs. Merseyside; Liverpool’s Trent Alexander- Arnold shows off his missus on a night out.’

That one seemed to stick. People ran with the Mrs. Merseyside headline. Photos of you last night were plastered across the internet; holding hands into the restaurant, a blurry photo of you kissing at the dinner table, hooking up in the car, god so fucking many of that kiss in the car, you pouring tequila down his throat, your whole night was chronicled. Why the fuck is this being published? You two went out all the time before this, but multiple articles, major news outlets, social media a buzz, it seemed like a lot. Trent’s head started to hurt now. He picked up his arm off you to rub over his eyes trying to calm down. His movement caused you to wake. You slowly began pressing kisses all over his chest. You moved deliberately, hands running over his skin. Humming. Trent got a little sidetracked for the moment, his hand coming to stroke your face but when your hand slid over his abs and down into the waistband of his boxers he shut his eyes tight at the amount of stuff going on and he didn’t think messing around right now would be a good idea.

“Nah, nah. Please baby, not right now” He cooed trying to be nice, mind racing thinking of trying to explain the news to you when he couldn’t even comprehend what was happening.

“Wait, what?” Your head sprung up looking at him confused. It was rare for Trent to refuse you. You weren’t even trying to have sex. You just wanted to be closer to him.

“I’m sorry..sorry..” he shook his head overwhelmed. “Just not right this second pretty girl, okay?” He felt bad he could see you were confused but your head hurt too much to think right now so you laid back down in a huff and cuddled him a little before starting to draw over his chest with your nail. Trent kept reading on his phone frivolously, one article breaking down when you first appeared in Liverpool, another saying you were a one night stand, an instagram post found the price of the clothing items you were wearing, it was all doing his head in. He put his phone down leaning his head further back into his pillow. His arms squeezed you a little tighter before releasing and dozing off holding you trying to escape this morning.

Trent had fallen asleep when you heard the doorbell ring. You were confused and ignored it, continuing on with your important task of spelling your name, little hearts, and I love yous over his chest with your nail still. The bell rang again so you slipped off of Trent and the bed. You sleepily fumbled around the room looking for your panties. You pulled one of Trent’s shirts over your head as you made your way downstairs. You yawned, squinting at the bright sun coming into the house, you went to grab at the handle of the front door when it began to unlock and open. You pulled as they pushed it open.

“Where’s Trent?” Tyler pushed past you in the doorway. He had a key and he didn’t feel like waiting for your hungover ass to let him in any longer.

“What?” Running your hands over your eyes. He turned back towards you giving you a quick hug like he had forgotten walking in before he proceeded to let himself further inside, going to the kitchen.

“You just woke up I’m assuming?” He turned back to you, opening your fridge.

“Ty… I definitely didn't purposely come down looking like this.” You giggled half asleep pulling at Trent’s t-shirt from last night. “By all means, have what you want!” You joked as he poked around.

“You haven’t talked to him today?” He asked, head still in the refrigerator.

“Erm… no?” You were utterly confused and his panicked state had your head hurting again.

“Can you go get him, he has to get up. It’s… it’s time sensitive, yeah?” He asked nicely, finally turning around to face you. You said okay and left the room but you always worried when Trent and Tyler needed to have impromptu meetings. Usually, something was wrong or Trent had forgotten about something else. It all stressed you out. A part of you always selfishly feared that the ‘something’ would shake up your life with Trent. Unbeknownst to you, this one just might.

Tyler didn’t want to be the one to show you the news. He figured Trent should. You were a little sensitive about what other people said online and he didn’t want to say the wrong thing. He’d leave the hard task to his brother.

When you pulled Trent downstairs, it was a little awkward because he didn’t want to tell you either. You more than likely had to be included in some part of the discussion but the thought of stressing you out over something so ridiculous upset him.

“What’s happening?” You cooed, pressing a kiss into his neck as he wrapped his arms from behind around your shoulders in front of you.

“It’s fine, yeah? Just have to do this with Tyler. Sort some things out.” He cooed whispering in your ear, placing a kiss over it when he stopped.

Tyler had moved to the couch, Trent sat down on the other side, you stood awkwardly unable to move paralyzed by the possibilities. You suddenly felt sick and not from the alcohol that was seeping out of your pores now from last night. God, you needed to shower.

The boys explained the media frenzy occurring and you stood there in front of them. Shocked. Trent played with your limp fingers hanging at your side when you finally started coming back from the sudden drop in blood flow in your body. They showed you what had come out, scrolling quickly sparring you in the finer details, the comments you would inevitably read. Tyler called Trent’s manager and put it on speaker. He laughed when he greeted the boys so it lightened the heavy weight pulling on your heart at the moment that they were able to feel so relaxed with this going on.

“Well, there’s nothing… What am I meant to say? I don’t have to say shit to them…” Trent stumbled over his thoughts still tired, a little annoyed this was happening.

“It’s a ‘no comment’ situation, we knew this would happen. We just have to kill the more cynical narratives being put out there.” He paused, blowing some air out of his mouth. “The ‘Trent is a piece of shit, he’s a womanizer, drunk, throwing his career away,’ the whole lot and then obviously the Y/N specific stuff.” Tyler spoke more composed, seeming to have some sort of plan in place, prepared for this which didn’t surprise you but the ‘Y/N specific stuff’ comment caught you off guard. Trent hummed at it with some sort of agreement or remembrance like this was done before. You were out of the loop.

“It’s great you have to do press before the fixture this weekend.” Trent’s manager laughed sarcastically.

“Oh fuck” Trent said dropping his head in his hands. “Nah, honestly. Why do they even carreee” he groaned, falling back into the couch. The boys kept discussing more logistical things; statements, image rights, contacting the club.

“Can I go shower or do you need me?” You whispered pulling at Trent’s arm.

“You’re fine, baby. Come back down when you're done.” He kissed your temple. You got up and Trent mouthed where you were going to Tyler not to interrupt his sentence but to still fill him in. When you went to turn the water on in the bathroom you felt like you had been slapped in the face with the memory of your and Trent’s words in bed last night.

“Holy fuck” you expressed out loud. You turned the water a little colder to try to forget it, reset, there was too much going on, your head was pounding. You stood under the shower head and felt really naked. Obviously. But you felt naked that so many people had seen you in compromising positions, had opinions about you, a million questions blooming. The water droplets raced down your chest as you looked down, each one running over your skin with a thought.

‘He’s such a fuck boy and no one calls him out… the tequila photo, what a slag!’

‘What’s this girls name? Need to stalk immediately.’

‘How did this all go on and we had no idea. So confused.’

‘So obvious she’s in it for the money’

‘Where do these players even find girls like this?’

When you eventually got yourself pulled together you came downstairs going to the kitchen to get water first while you tried to listen to where the conversation had progressed to. You needed to overhear what was being said before you went back not wanting to get involved.

It was all fine. A little invasive? Definitely, but it was the life he chose and you in turn were now choosing. Nothing you could do. You figured it was okay to go back at this stage so you quietly crept back into the living room, not saying a word. You tucked yourself on the couch in between Trent’s legs leaning back on his chest. He engulfed you feeling your warm skin against his. It wasn’t a big deal. People could say what they wanted. It wasn’t going to change the way you felt about each other. It didn’t affect his performance capabilities. It bothered you for sure when people made incorrect or negative assumptions but that’s what was going to happen. Tyler gave you a smile as he continued speaking, reassuring your thoughts that this was ultimately fine, just a little uncomfortable as you began to zone out, the boys voices fading to murmurs.

“Baby?” Trent cooed his cheek coming to press against yours. “Hmm?” He questioned you but you had no idea what he was talking about.

“Sorry?” You shook your head trying to catch up.

“Did you want to release anything?” Tyler asked, leaning towards you a little.

“Release what?” This was all foreign for you to begin with so being asked to do things like this was over your head. Trent’s manager laughed a little.

“Like… Do you want to come out and say something, correct anyone, come out I guess to the public, information maybe, whatever you want?” Trent translated softly as his hands ran up and down your thighs.

“Oh… do you want that?” you turned to ask him but his face was so close to yours already you couldn’t really see him.

“Baby, that’s for you to decide this time. It’s your decision.” He pressed his lips to your cheek trying to be gentle but also explain that you, specifically, had to answer.

“Erm.. no.” You placed your hand over Trent’s. “I don’t think so, they can talk. It’s not like I want to ‘hide’ necessarily” you air quoted the word leaning forward to create space between you and Trent to look back and see his reaction. “but… it’s not really for strangers is it? I don’t have to, right?”

“No, you're fine not saying anything.” Tyler understood your reasoning, so did Trent. They assumed that’d be your response but wanted to give you the space to choose otherwise.

“Can I keep my instagram?” You interrupted the conversation that had carried on.

“Yeah, course. It’s fine.” Trent kissed one cheek again. It was sweet but you looked at Tyler for his answer. Trent said yes to everything you asked, it didn’t carry the same weight right now. Tyler nodded. “Told you so” Trent kissed you again. You had your same Instagram still. You had about 5,000 followers. It was small. It was harmless. There were no feed posts with Trent too obviously in them. You’d post stories with him, your friends and family, people you actually knew followed you, you could easily deduce that you were seeing him but there wasn’t really an easy paper trail to find or get to the account. You didn’t care anyhow, it was public. You wanted to ask though because it felt relevant and it was also your way of keeping some sliver of your normal life but you guess things changed slightly when the comments under your posts had verified blue check marks but other than that it was the same.

You leaned back again to cuddle into Trent’s chest and mentally checked out of the conversation now that your decision was made and your question answered. You would probably barade Trent with more questions later but right now… this was fine. You scrolled aimlessly on Trent’s phone looking at a folder of images from a gossip agency that sold photos from the night out.

“This one’s kind of cute.” You beamed nuzzling your head into his neck grabbing his attention.

“Yeah, baby.” He just yessed you. Tyler was less agreeable.

“Okay, no. We’re not pushing this.” He glared at you to basically shut up but the look still had a little love in it, relieved you weren't on the couch balling your eyes out right now.

You had zoned out again once you got bored of inspecting the photos. This was all a little nuts. It was the first time that people were writing full length articles about you. They didn’t even have your name and they had pulled all this crazy information out of thin air. It made you a little sick being so vulnerable.

The harsh slap of your thoughts you felt before your shower came crashing back. Trent’s hands were on your stomach and it had your brain going fuzzy and not in the way you thought it would. Your chest was warm. You could only imagine the onslaught of articles that would appear when you got pregnant. Jesus, did you want that? ‘When’ you get pregnant like it was set in stone. You rolled your eyes at the self inflicted chaos ensuing in your head.

The call was slowing down. They had kind of pieced together this idea that the England international team was released for the fast approaching Euros. When news sources were gathering images to use in the coverage the latest uploads from paparazzi cameras last night appeared. It was how the site you had been browsing worked. You could search for images taken by the agency and news outlets able to pay for them after the fact. There was a lot of debate about who made the team though, Trent, ever the hot topic, so there was growing interest and searches of his name and in turn that had all shifted to you.

‘This isn’t news… catch up. She’s been around the team for ages’

‘This woman is at every game of his, obviously a long term thing’

‘Can’t wait to see is she goes the the Euros’

‘100% a one night stand, she’s holding on to him for dear life’

‘How do we know nothing about this girl like TAA lets us in brother’

You saw one comment and laughed… showing the phone screen to Trent. It was a lyric from the ‘Brum Boy or Scouser’ song that seemed to ever haunt you.

‘Got there girls acting naughty, one night stand and she still tryna call me lol’

You giggled so Trent did too, more at your little laugh than the actual comment. He still wasn’t sold on the song but the memory of New York years ago made him happy.

“Alright that’s enough. You two are fine?” Tyler asked, standing up. He didn’t need to be annoyed with you two cuddling on the couch while he tried to iron out remaining bits of the situation you didn’t have a say in.

“All good bro. Thank you.” Trent said fist bumping his brother, he was also genuinely thankful for how Tyler handled these things.

The Euro’s were rapidly approaching, Trent having to leave for England training soon, his days busy with workouts and media. Your days blurred directly after the articles came out and him not being around as much didn’t help. There was a lot of focus and attention on you and it caused you to disconnect. You were being papped so often around the city. Articles continued to come out. You had gone to get food with Marcel one day and it resulted in another media onslaught. You wore a pair of shorts and a t-shirt of Trent’s. The actual media coverage was pointless, the frenzy really ensued in the comments when people noticed bruises and love bites on the side of your neck and once to your delight now your embarrassment, on your inner thighs. People had a field day dissecting your sex life. You didn’t want to be on your phone anymore. It had become too much, you weren’t used to this. Sure, some people's interest was sweet and thought more positively of you but an overwhelming amount was just criticism and hate. You hadn’t even responded to any of your friends or families texts in days. To be honest, you didn’t even know where your phone was.

“Ignoring me, huh?” Trent said, waking into the kitchen one late morning. He had a day off and given the recent fixation on you, you two opted to just stay home.

“What?” You looked up from the now cold cup of tea you were swirling a spoon in. You didn’t realize you had been doing that since it was hot.

“I texted you asking for water, baby” he kissed your temple walking past you to grab one.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry T, I would've gotten you one. I don't have my phone.” Your eyes pooled like a puppy looking at him actually feeling bad.

“I know, I found it” Holding it up in front of you before he pressed another kiss to your temple standing behind you caging your body against the counter, his chest pressed to your back. “Okay?” He rested his chin on your shoulder worried after seeing you isolate. He didn’t want to bother you, understanding this had been a lot to process, but he had been busy and he missed you. He didn’t accept your dismissal and definitely didn’t fall for your lies so he made you come with him back to the cinema room to spend some time together.

You laid in the dark room on his chest in a little bra top and biker shorts. Your one leg draped over his hips, Trent was just in a pair of sweats, his hands caressing your exposed skin on your back and shoulders. Your hands traced shapes mindlessly over him as you both stared at a football game, quiet. Your heart hurt a little missing him even though he was under you. You wanted him to pay attention to you. You slid your hand down his face and pulled his pouty bottom lip out with your thumb, exposing his pretty teeth, he was unphased, letting you manipulate him. You let his lip go and nuzzled your face into his neck. You left nothing but soft kisses and nibbles on his neck, working up to his jaw and back down his neck. Trent sighed in contentment with your lips on him, shutting his eyes disinterested in the match now.

“What’s on your mind, baby?” He asked, unable to ignore your touches knowing you wanted attention. He didn’t open his eyes though. He just slipped his hands from your lower back to knead your disappointedly currently covered ass.

“I have a question” you cooed with a little giggle. Trent’s heart started beating faster, well aware that neither of you had addressed the ‘pregnancy’ comments, avoiding it every time you had had sex since. The glow from the tv lit your face and he softened seeing more of you. He wasn't sure though if he should play it off or be honest if you asked about it right now.

“Hmm?” He hummed, waiting to see what you were going to ask.

“When you’re playing someone you know, like a friend, do you pretend you don’t know them, is it awkward?” You continued giggling.

“What are you on about?” He started laughing at your out of the blue question. For now, he guessed you were ignoring the comments so he would too. Your innocent question warmed his heart though. You were adorable. He just wanted to ignore all the shit going on and be with you. You were waiting for him to answer the original question so you sat up placing your hands in your lap, waiting patiently. His eyes lit up at how beautiful you looked.

“Hmm?” He hummed again squeezing your exposed waist pressing gross wet kisses against your skin. He missed you lately, you felt distant and he didn’t know if it was the baby topic or the news but he wanted to cheer you up.

“Ew!! You know what I mean!” You squealed attempting to wiggle out of his hold and get an answer but he was much stronger than you. He kept pressing dramatic kisses on you. You felt like a weight lifted as both your giggles filled the room.

“C’mere” he was trying to grab you but you were trying to get away from him jokingly but really, him, his kisses, his hands back on you right now was everything. It didn’t take long for him to catch you so he picked you up and placed you back where you were before. He quickly came to lay completely on top of you, crushing you with his weight. You loved this Trent. He was so childish, manhandling you ignoring how strong he was in comparison, he didn’t care about anything but the present, he wasn’t Trent Alexander-Arnold number 66 in Liverpool’s starting eleven, he was just yours for the moment. He was being ridiculous and it made you happy to see that big goofy smile come across his face as he giggled close to your face.

“Baby!” You breathed out heavily but your moan next to his ear had Trent brain shift gears almost immediately. He went from teasing you to becoming very aware he was on top of you, in control.

“No, tell me what you mean” he hovered over you, his arms pinning yours down against the couch above your head. Your chest rising and falling was more apparent on full display now. You felt small underneath him.

“No, T…” you said slow and sensual. Your brain transitioned too in your new position.

“No?” He cooed, leaning his face closer towards yours. The energy had shifted in the room

“No” you practically moaned, lifting your head a little to move towards his lips for a kiss, he met you half way and you gasped at the contact.

“Okay… gonna tell me what you want then?” He said pulling away from your lips for a moment resisting to kiss you till you answered him.

“No, don’t want anything from you” You giggled a little trying to play coy but he wasn’t having it.

“So you’re not the one drooling, staring at my dick right now?” He laughed. You hadn’t noticed that your gaze had dropped greedily to his hard length. You couldn’t even get a response out. You just smiled shyly.

“Why you going shy now baby? Hmm?” He said nuzzling into your neck as you tried to hide from him, turning your head. He used the arm not holding yours back to grab your chin and turn your face to him before his lips crashed into your again. His body pressed into yours, you could feel the hard cock you’d been staring at against your core.

“I’m not” you moaned, wanting to touch him but your hands struggled to break free under his hold.

“Baby” he paused, pressing his hips flush against yours. “So hard just for you, fuck, just for you.” He groaned

“I love you, T, fuck.. so much” you were desperate for him. He laid into you, his weight was heavy on top of you and love loved the pressure.

“Say it again” he whispered in your ear. His free hand ghosting over your body. It was an excruciating tease. His movement slowed when he pushed into you once more before he whispered again. “Say it again for me, baby.” He let go of your hands and you scrambled to grab at him, pulling his face to yours, kissing him hopelessly, tugging his clothes off frantically.

“I love you, forever, T.” You did. You were obsessed with him. Sometimes in moments like this it hit you how fucking crazy it was suddenly naked with him, your boyfriend, in the house you shared, in another country, it was absolutely mad. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t thinking about him fucking you the other night. You could hear him say it, it had been playing on a loop in your head for over a week.

“Make me a daddy, be a good girl and take it all of it f’me”

It made you practically orgaasm just thinking about it, his body on top of yours. His big hard cock brushed over you. You felt like you could scream. He was so hot on top of you, sometimes you forgot until it was happening. He looked down at you. His eyes glimmered, his full lips parted, you nodded to let him now you just wanted him inside you as soon as possible. His lips pulled into that cheeky beautiful grin that had you swooning when his cock brushed over your clit moving through your folds to push into your soaking wet pussy. Your back arched your hip’s instinctively coming forward to meet his. He slowly pulled out before thrusting back in falling into a hard and rough pace, silently telling you he was in charge. The air around you became increasingly thicker at how hot it was getting. He felt so good you couldn’t hold back a moan. The way the noise hit his ears made his stroke falter.. You had him on a leash you didn’t know you were holding. You controlled him with every move of your hips. Your whines had him folding. He was ready to give into anything you wanted. He took a deep breath pulling out for a moment to reset, trying to prolong this.

“T, baby, please, please I need you.” You were begging for him. He took a deep breath trying to gather himself before he gripped the fat of your ass so tight you let out uncontrollable whine.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He teased above you, that smile reappearing.

“I’m yours,” you whimpered, squeezing around nothing desperate for him. Trent pushed his finger in your mouth and you moaned around them. He took his now wet fingers from your mouth and dragged them down your body before his thumb rubbed your clit in harsh circles. .

“Be a good girl and tell me your mine.” He cooed as you were falling apart under him. You couldn’t get any words out only whines, you felt his thumb into your clit harder.

“Fuck! Fu-fuck T, I can’t.” Tears started to form on your lash line. Your eyes locked onto him in desperation to let you cum. He held your gaze before he slammed his length back inside you all at once. He started up a brutal pace, so much rougher than his previous one. You could feel every hard vein and ridge of it fucking into you. He consistently hit a spot so deep inside you that only he knew. You both moaned at the sensation. You couldn’t hold it together anymore.

“I know it feels good, baby, but you can do it. Tell me your mine.” He grunted through the words. You could tell in his voice he wasn’t far behind you.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah fuck. T…Oh my god I’m yours. I’m yours.” You were crying. Tears rolling down your cheeks as your orgasm washed over you. You came all over his cock, Your slick covered his length as it dripped down your thighs. He continued to fuck into you relentlessly. “I’m yours, T.” You whined.

“Shit, shit, shit, gonna cum. Be a good girl and take all of it f’me.” It was a line similar to the one replaying in your head when you practically begged him to cum inside you to get you pregnant. A second orgasm came flooding in with the memory. All you could do is cry and moan his name while he fucked his cum into you, filling you up completely till it was leaking out of you. As he felt his cum seep out he couldn’t help but think about you asking for him to get you pregnant too. You were on birth control, you two definitely were not being the most careful but Trent didn’t mind if you actually ended up pregnant. In all honesty, that would be a dream for him. It was the ultimate way of marking you as his, and only his. You both were thinking about it and not saying a word but pretty happy with the idea.

You clung to his body breathing heavily whispering how much you loved him in his ear while your hand raked up his spine after his movements stilled and he collapsed on top of you. You stayed like that for ages until you heard an awfully familiar sound. Trent was softly snoring as he breathed on top of you. He rested his heavy head on your chest with his arms wrapped completely around your naked frame. His hair tickled your skin as he dozed off between your boobs. You let him stay like that a little longer, just happy to have him with you because he was going to be leaving for the tournament so soon. It was nearing dinner time and you wanted to make sure he didn’t fuck up his sleep schedule so you tried to wake him.

“T… baby” you cooed

“Hey…” you tried again, speaking softly.

“Pretty boy…” stroking your hand over his prominent cheek bone.

“Mmm” he groaned, moving a little on top of you. You thought he was going to get up but he just squeezed you tighter.

“No?” You giggled at how tired he was. “Okay.” You kissed him

“I love you Y/N so much” he said quietly, closing his eyes and humming in appreciation as you continued rubbing your thumb over his cheek.

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Thank you for continuing reading! Comment or message what you think of the chapter / series … 🤍

Next part - Chapter 18 xx

#trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander arnold imagines #you’re mine fic

[toaster-boi]

Episode 7 frame-by-frame, part 2!

link to part 1

link to part 3

!!! SPOILERS AHEAD (and also gore) !!! (but you probs knew that)

well that's horrifying. also goes really fucking hard. looks like i can finally ditch my default wallpaper.

wow, her first on-screen kill and it's a blurry smear frame. J stays losing (affectionate)

ah that's clever, the explosion both lights up and distracts you from the fleshvines growing on the buildings

also did i hear a goddamn wilhelm scream

who are these two, ripping a guy in half? the only time we've seen fully-formed Disassembly Drones that weren't the main trio were corpses in Dead End (Ep6).

sorry Cyn but ya boi is taken (this isn't a shipping joke please don't hurt me)

aww, family photos! that's actually really sweet...

confirmed nightcore enthusiast, Nori is the manic demon nightmare girl to counter all the manic pixie dream girls

the oil cans have been fucking energy drinks the whole time???????

it's kinda hard to pick up but Nori's voice has the slightest Southern twang to it, i love it

he's adorable

god they're SUCH FUCKING DORKS I LOVE THEM

another kickass wallpaper

B3

"OTHER THINGS IT CAN DO:

NOT JUDGE ME"

girl you got issues previously unknown to science

...who was Lizzy texting??? V??? don't give me hope Liam. please. please.

from paranoid pushover, to supportive father, to Apocalypse Dad. man's been having a whole arc in the shadows and we weren't paying attention bc he was too funny

dork siblings.

???????

rererererereCAPTCHA

if you understood half of what was going on you'd be nicer to them

oh. you're not doing too good.

Doll, i'm sorry, but you're fucked. no two ways about it.

fnaf at feddy,,,

ow.

"I THINK THE ENTITY OF PREVIOUS PAGES PURGED FILES FROM MY MEMORIES." -- checks out, Cyn has absolutely done that

"'PET' -- IT'S SENT SOMETHING(S) TO ELIMINATE THE OTHER HOSTS" -- ah, so that's the primary reason the DDs exist, to clear rogue Solver hosts before Cyn went planetside. that means my old theory on DD weapons being optimized for use against Solver hosts holds water.

"'PETS' OF SOME KIND..." "PUPPET HOSTS WITH NERFED -- ... -- THE ENTITY - ENSURES CONTROL" -- from context, i assume she means DDs have reduced free will/individuality, but N's squad was of course an exception.

also that's absolutely V in the drawing. bob haircut, clearly not wearing pants of any sort, it's her.

he's so cute

that's metal as hell. god damn.

oh you motherFUCKER-

@rusty-gloinks got a feeling you're a fan of this bit

MOTHERF-

(end of part 2)

#toaster thoughts #murder drones

[thefrontofmymind]

there is a thought that has been absolutely MARINATING in my silly little head that i just don't have the energy to actually write so i'm gonna talk about it here bc you actually like,, listen to what i have to say.

Hhh anyway imagine fem!reader being in the yearbook club and being assigned to take pictures of the clubrooms and their members. That's how she meets eddie, and the pictures that she takes of the hellfire club "coincidentally" always come out blurry (when really, reader has a crush on eddie and is just trying to find any excuse to come see him). Eddie ends up inviting reader to join hellfire, and after she joins dustin "accidentally" lets it slip to her that eddie's been referring to her as the "angel of hellfire club".

Jeez this ended up being really long, im sorry - 🌙

The Angel of Hellfire Club (Eddie Munson x fem!Reader) Headcanons

a/n: yeah this got away from me a bit, i'm not gonna lie to you, moon. still, i hope you enjoy, i could maybe do a second part if you so please? xx @anonmoonie

WARNINGS: nothing honestly, a tiiiny allusion to sex but like barely, otherwise some friends-ish-to-lovers :)

- So it starts like your freshman year, you join the yearbook club because you’re really interested in photography and you think it’s a good place to get some experience taking photos. Unfortunately the senior who’s in charge of the photography unit is like super mean and bossy and makes you do all the worst jobs like taking photos of the science dissections and forcing you to go on the wilderness camps and stuff to ‘capture the high school experience’, and it also means you’re stuck having to photograph any old club that wants their photo in the yearbook

- You’d never heard of the Hellfire Club before, they weren’t overly your scene–your parents would flip if they knew the kind of ‘devil worship’ the club did, though you thought they were quite funny

- As much as it seemed like a punishment at the time–paying your dues to be able to take some real photos for the yearbook–it was a blessing in the form of an afternoon of laughs and like 4 wasted rolls of film

- It was the leader of the little club–he was a sophomore at the time–Eddie. He was the one corralling everyone into a big group, when you’d tell everyone to smile nicely, since this was a yearbook photo and all, but something about him just made the rest of the club go wild when you went to take the photo; tongues out, devil horns made out of their hands, weird contortions with their legs

- Eddie watched as you fiddled with the camera every time you’d have to set up for a new photo, your eyebrows furrowed as you messed with the aperture and exposure to get the perfect shot–the camera they gave you in high school was a lot more advanced than the one your parents had gifted you for Christmas in the eighth grade

- He couldn’t deny he thought you were kinda cute, that was why he wanted to tease you, and the rest of the Hellfire Club just went along with whatever Eddie did,,,,

- Eventually you felt like you got a good enough shot, most of the club was smiling into the lens–though the leader still couldn’t help but throw a ‘rock on’ hand gesture into the mix but it would just have to do because your free period was just about over and you still had to photograph three other clubs

- As the group left the gym, you didn’t neglect to notice that the long-haired leader was smirking at you and you swore you heard him say goodbye in the shuffle of all the people, though you were mostly distracted by one of the other members, Jeff, apologising for their antics–they just couldn’t help it sometimes, he said.

- From then on, you noticed the Hellfire Club and their leader a lot more–you noticed where they sat at lunch, you noticed when they’d creep off to the drama room on Fridays to play their little game, and somehow, during changeover periods, you managed to run into that Eddie almost every. single. day.

- Between just saying hi, commenting on the weather, and then offering to carry your books for you to your next class, you couldn’t get away from Eddie Munson. Though he was starting to grow on you

- It was just the fact that he was always there in your peripheral, it became a comfort.

- So when you were told to get some filler shots of all the clubs for the back pages of the yearbook, you knew EXACTLY what club you wanted to shoot first.

- It was a rainy Tuesday morning, the transition between second and third period, when Eddie popped up at the side of your locker like he normally did, asking how your morning was going, when you asked point blank if you could join the Hellfire Club for one meeting to take some candid shots.

- Of course he IMMEDIATELY said yes, told you what day, what time, what room, he asked if you needed anything like lights or something, he could order a pizza or something if you were hungry? He basically hyperventilated on the spot.

- You weren’t doing great yourself, freaking out because of course you realised very quickly what the bubbling in your chest every time he was near meant, but you were just a freshman yearbook nerd

- You decided the best way to go about it was being professional, you were a photographer, and he was your subject, and that was it–you had to take it seriously or else you’d be stuck just developing photos for the next three years and you’d never get to take another photo for the yearbook again

- So come Friday afternoon, you stayed with the club for about an hour, took photos of all their little game pieces and some candids while they were playing, and quickly left, saying you had to get back to the dark room to get developing already

- Eddie was a little hurt, he’d modified the session to make it as crazy as possible, to give you a real look into DnD, but before he knew it, you were out the door

- And then you’d stopped saying hello to him in the halls, and then at the beginning of the next year you took over photographing the music department so there was no more Hellfire Club photo sessions with you

- You almost became like a myth to the Hellfire Club, when Gareth joined, he only heard rumours of you from the rest of the guys, and that was the way it stayed–only with occasional mentions and teasings of Eddie about the ‘Angel of Hellfire’ –a nickname he’d come up with for an NPC who’d reminded him of you, though he’d never got the chance to tell you

- Now MEANWHILE, you’re dealing with monsters and evil shit from the Upside Down (you’re probably friends with Jonathan, let’s say that’s how you got involved) so you’re in with all the kids and friends with them

- So when they all start high school, even though you graduated the year before, you still want to know all the gossip and happenings of Hawkins High

- And when Dustin, Mike and Lucas tell you they’ve joined a DnD club called Hellfire, you first off, choke on whatever you were eating or drinking, and then ask them a million questions about all the old members and who is still there and stuff–you know Eddie is a super duper Senior so of course he’s still there but you want to hear it (because you still can’t help the butterflies in your stomach when you think of him,,,,call it puppy love or whatever but something about those big brown eyes has a hold on you that years of interdimensional monsters and trauma can’t get rid of)

- Of course, its Dustin who puts two and two together and realises that the elusive Angel of Hellfire (who he knew liked photography and was part of the yearbook committee) was you, he had to do something

- So he makes a plan early in the year–he tells Eddie he needs help with his character sheet for their next campaign, so could Eddie help him figure it out in the drama room after school that day, Eddie begrudgingly says yes–he just had to help out one of his little sheepies

- And he tells you, he thinks something weird is going on in the drama room–something Upside Down weird–and he needs help investigating after school, so you drop everything at your job at the Hawkins Post and rush as quick as you can to the school

- Eddie was waiting for Dustin–who was like ten minutes late–and was starting to get actually pissed off, he had a deal he had to get to and he didn’t like to look flakey in front of customers

- He basically couldn’t breathe when you rushed into the drama room, out of breath and clutching a baseball bat with nails hammered into the end of it

- You quickly realised the scheming that had taken place, but there was something drawing you to him, you just had to say hello now, it would be rude to just leave

- ‘Uh, hey,’ you said, still trying to catch your breath

‘Hi…’ His eyes looked so soft in the dim lighting of the room, you could see everything reflected in them. ‘Funny seeing you here….’

- It’s suuuuper awkward but you so want to talk to him (you also so want to kiss him but that would be insane, right?)

- It was honestly pitiful how quickly the two of you were on each other, something about the fact that you hadn’t seen each other since you graduated, along with the knowledge that some scheming had taken place, it just felt right.- You didn’t get far in the drama room–it was school, for crying out loud, but you had a free schedule, so it didn’t take much convincing for you to head back to Eddie’s trailer after the deal he had to make, and lets say,,,,you weren’t an angel that night (lmao i’m sorry that last line made me laugh too much not to include it)

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things #stranger things 4

[life-caretaker]

Hiii, just wanted to ask, did you find the TBP fic you were searching for??? I'm desperate 😭

No unfortunately I haven't :( sorry.

I don't remember much else about the fic. I remember the Spotify Playlist vividly and that I didn't save it to my Playlist. I don't remember why.

I think the Spotify Playlists thumbnail(?) Was a blurry photo like the kind you would find when searching up grudge on Pintrest.

I'll try to see if I can find the image.

That's about all I have for the Playlist. And it sucks I didn't download the fic. I think part of the reason I didn't download it was that it was unfinished. Probably around 15-16 chapters if I had a gues.

I remember the first person Robin (who replaced Jennifer) killed was Finney's father. He was at the fridge when Finney found him. And then his father must have woken up and Robin ate him.

I think Robin killed one of Finney's bullies next or something because then Finney was like 'No more killing' which caused him to get very weak.

And Robin was like bringing Finney blood to feed them both has human food didn't provide enough energy.

Thats about all I got ill keep trying to wrack my brain to try and jog peoples memories otherwise I might have to go over to Redit or some shit to see if I can scrounge anything up.

The best I have right now is this lead:

And I agree I really hope if it was deleted that some one has it down loaded.

How ever I also hope that if the author deleted it for a good reason that it continues to go un found as I want to respect the authors wishes.

#tbp #tbp finney #tbp robin #missing fic #finbin #robin x finney #robin arellano #finney blake

[kissmyhandcallmedarling]

kit likes sunflowers

aka random headcanons for the evans that just make sense

(this is really short but i wanted to post it so whatever)

tate:

fiddles with his thumb ring when he’s nervous

owns all nirvana albums on vinyl, cd, and tape, but since you introduced him to spotify, he hasn't touched his music

steals your airpods all the time. ALL THE TIME. and never charges them up.

enjoys reading the classics

likes being both the big and little spoon; he likes to protect and be protected

plaid pyjamas man

kit:

really likes sunflowers

dilf (but we already knew that 😉)

really loves to bake and is a great baker. he makes a killer foccaccia!!

i haven’t got much for kit today, I’m sorry. i haven’t watched asylum in ages and my brain is just not going there!

kyle (post-death):

likes chamomile tea (and sips it like a boss)

you gave him a polaroid camera for christmas one year and he adores it - you always have to buy new film for him, as he uses it up so quickly

keeps a scrapbook of all his favourite moments living with you and the coven

*you flick through the pages, large, childlike letters construct simple words. there is a picture of a dog taken from behind the window of miss robichaux’s, and several blurry selfies of kyle pulling faces, and images of various coven members practicing magic. then you spot a photo of yourself; next to it is drawn a big, pink heart, with your name inside*

jimmy:

golden retriever energy

hates coffee

when he’s super drunk he likes to slap your backside, and when you get annoyed at him for behaving such a way, he gets all sulky and apologises with puppy eyes

“i’m sooooorrrryyyyy. it’s just your ass is so slapppa-ble.” *burps* “come hereeeee,” *reaches out for you and falls off the edge of the bed onto his face* “fuck!”

does a very convincing impression of elsa, which never fails to make you giggle

james:

you introduced him to true crime, and every time you watch it together, he critics each murder on how they could have been executed more successfully

“by god! you see, dearest, had he dissolved the body first, he would not have found himself with the issue he has procured! *sighs* amateurs. *shakes head in disapproval and sips absinthe*”

favourite colour is red -> red has connotations of blood, roses, passion, love, wine, power = jpm in a nutshell

father? apologies. father? apologies. father? apologies. *clears throat* ...DADDY

rory:

peanut-butter-banana-and-honey-toast-every-morning kinda guy (except sunday - sundays are for pancakes!)

goes for a run every business day morning at 6am

would make such a good dad

but like a goofy, fun-guy dad :)

kai:

has a habit of coming up behind them and resting his chin on the shoulder of all the women he's sweet-talked into joining his cult

was tempted to die his hair fire truck red but decidedly against it; he thought it would come across too strong and no one would join his cult

has a man-crush on regé jean page because i said so

twitter and reddit troll

jeff:

really into his karaoke (but unlike austin, cannot sing to save his life)

big dick energy

has a tesla (obvs)

jeff’s dad was really old fashioned and always read the newspaper each morning; a cigar and espresso was his breakfast

obsessed with memes

austin:

acts as though the world has ended when he gets pins and needles in his feet

gaga stan

wore converse as a baby (like yk the little baby converse shoes? baby austin definitely wore these)

the cool uncle

twitter and reddit mogul

#ahs #american horror story #ahs fandom #evan peters #tate langdon #kit walker #kyle spencer #jimmy darling #james march #james patrick march #jpm #rory monahan #kai anderson #jeff pfister #austin sommers #ahs murder house #ahs asylum #ahs coven #ahs freakshow #ahs hotel #ahs roanoke #ahs cult #ahs apocalypse #ahs red tide

[in-the-dollpalace]

Rating Kit’s entire collection

We are finally back with another ratings post! I’m sorry i can’t do these more often, they take a lot of time and energy, so I’m usually to busy to sit down and make them, now nearly a whole year has passed since i started this series!

 But thats alright, because we only have 5 more to go after this one, and hopefully i can do them more often after this. I thought about removing unessasary commentary, but alot of you said you liked it, so i kept it in.

anyway i guess lets get into it! since i go in order of the year it takes place, its kit’s turn!

Doll and meet outfits

1. original meet outfit

doll: 10/10 I love her short bob! it really helps reflect her time periods fashion trends so well!

outfit: 8/10 I don’t particually care for this outfit, but i do love how true it is to the time period and the detail that the skirt is supposed to be made of a flour sack.

2. beforever meet outfit

4/10 what the hell is this. I mean it is a subjectively cute dress, but it doesnt fit kit’s story at all! It is way to modern, but even if it is historically accurate, that type of printed fabric and decoration would be way to expensive for the kitterages to buy for an everyday dress for her.

3. original meet accesories

10/10 omg cute! i’ve said it before, and will say it again. I love historical coins!

4. beforever meet accesories

5/10 its so... empty. now there is nothing to put in her purse :(

School collection

1. school dress

9/10 again, not really my personal favorite but i do love the little... flower boquets? (not for sure what they are the pic is to blurry)

2. book bag and supplies

10/10 i love the dog binder

3. swivel chair and desk

10/10 I always love seeing how the girl’s desks have evolved and changed depending on their setting. It’s become a niche interest of mine.

4. school lunch

10/10 i love the tin lunch box with the train!

holiday collection

1. christmas dress

10/10 so festive and cute! I adore the dog pin on her collar

2. Aviator doll

10/10 I havn’t had the chance to read her books yet, but i heard she likes amelia earhart? if so, that is such an amazing interest!

3. Waffle iron

9/10 I like the little recipe cards, and the holly branches too but idk if those were actually included. My only gripe with this is that kit’s iron should have been square shaped, the round ones were a bit more expensive in the 30s.

4. typewriter set

10/10 I always have had an interest in typewriters. Like i said before, i havn;t read her books yet, who is the photo of?

Birthday collection

1. birthday dress

10/10 it looks like a green version of annie’s dress!

2. grace the dog

10/10 i’ve always wanted a dog like this

3. party treats

8/10 i don’t really like this set, but i do like the cute cake.

4. glasswear and linens

10/10 reminds me of my grandmas house, probably because she grew up when this was popular lmao

5. table and chairs

10/10 this is one of my favorite table and chair sets they have made

Summer collection

1. overalls 

10/10 hello lgbt community

2. hobo camp supplies

10/10 i’d buy this just for the binoculars tbh

winter collection

1. coat

10/10 looks cute!

2. hat and mittens

9/10 wish they came with the coat

3. photography set

10/10 i love everything about this set

bedtime collection

1. beach pajamas and slippers

10/10 aw it looks like a little sailor suit!

2. sriped nightie

8/10 I beleive this one is based on her movie? I don’t like it as much as her original pjs

3. day bed and bedding

9/10 not a fan of the green and pink combo but still like the bed overall

4. bedtime extras

10/10 omg the old timey phone!!!

5. trunk

10/10 its good as far as trunks go. Although i wonder how much it can actually hold?

extra outfits

1.  treehouse outfit

10/10 cute, but it kinda reminds me of southpark 💀

2. baseball fan outfit

10/10 i like how the also gave her an interest in baseball

3. beach outfit

9/10 cute, but the goggles have me hollaring 💀

4. school skirt set

8/10 its very pretty, but looks like something an adult would wear back then, not a kid.

5. play suit

10/10 so cute

4. summer dress

8/10 i absolutely adore this dress, but i feel like this one is a bit to expensive/girly for kit (unless mrs. kitterage made it?)

extra accessories

1. beach chair

10/10 i’ve never seen one of these chairs in real life funnily enough

2. cookstove

10/10 looks just like the one i found in my grandmas storage room

3. produce and preserves

10/10 cottagecore vibes

4. washday set

10/10 my #1 post from this year with the most notes was talking about this set

5. holiday baking set

10/10 i love baking, so seeing vintage baking stuff reminds me of looking through old cookbooks.

6. scooter

10/10 this is possibly the most iconic thing in her whol collection. even if you don’t know much about her collection, you know this.

movie outfits

1. floral dress

9/10 maybe unpopular, but i actually like this dress on her. it feels just the right amount of “kit” without being to frilly

2. treehouse

10/10 so cute

3. reporter dress

10/10 same as i said with the first one

4. reporter accessories

10/10 it fits right in with her collection

Beforever

1 reporter dress

7/10 i like it but it just feels.. off?

2. photographer outfit

0/10 what the frick frack, paddy wack, cracker jack, thumbtack is this shit??? what the hell was ag thinking? not only is it ugly as hell, but it also, again, does not fit her character or story at all. It looks like something a 5 year old wear where to easter sunday church service in 2012.

3. chicken keeping set

4/10 again with the pastels? is this supposed to fill the viod left by her old overall set? why AG, why.

4. one peice pajamas

3/10 ugly color and pattern

5. play dress

6/10 actually kinda cute. a breath of fresh air after the last 3. But still not very fitting  for her.

6. mini golf outfit

5/10 i want to like it but i don’t. like i said, I havn’t read her books, does she ever play mini golf?

7. christmas outfit

4/10 definantly christmassy, but its just a cheap copy of her old dress, but worse. also the fabric is a ripoff of addy’s dress.

8. gardening outfit

5/10 well its at least better than the last overall outfit, but thats a low bar.

Beforever accesories

1. bed and bedding

4/10 its a weird, vibrant version of her old bed. my eyes are watering

2. radio set

8/10 alright, i admit that i like this one

3. christmas stocking

9/10 this is cute. still knocked a point off just because im mad about beforever >:(

4. garden accessories

6/10 cheap knockoff version of her produce and perserves set

5. garden stand

5/10 no comment

ruthies collection

1. doll and meet outfit

10/10 love ruthie. i know that she would have rocked half the outfits in this post. (not #2 of beforever though. that should be burned)

2. meet accesories

10/10 very cute

3. play outfit

8/10 i don’t know how to feel

4. satin pjs

10/10 ruthies pjs walked so that rebecca’s pjs could run

5. christmas dress

10/10 it has a similar vibe to samantha’s christmas dress, yall know what i mean?

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That’s all! As we have seen again, beforever has absolutely massacered my girls. I hope AG restores her old collection, but thats laughable considering their antics lately. I hope y’all liked this post!

#kit kittredge #beforever slander #rating american girl dolls #Ruthie Smithens

[thefanficmonster]

Stranger In The Crowd

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having recently ended the process of moving, Y/N is rightfully very tired but also very excited for the new chapter of her life. Funnily enough, this new chapter includes a newly formed long distance friendship/crush with a very special person from San Diego.

Requested by @boiled-onionrings Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request and I’m really sorry you’ve had to wait so long for it to be posted but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

I let out a heavy sigh, relieved to finally be at home after such a long day of standing around in the Georgia heat with only a thin layer of fabric to protect my eyes and head from the scorching sun. Yeah, anyone who says that tent did well at protecting everyone under it today is nothing but a liar. I was in a short, strapless white summer dress, the fabric of which barely had any weight and consistency to provide heat of its own yet I still damn near melted. Ok, I’ll admit, some of the roasting heat probably came from the energy and force I put into singing the songs of my band’s new album ‘Starting At The End’. 

The mini concert we held in this large open field was meant as an introduction to the city of Savannah where all the band members - myself included - are actually from but we all moved to the West Coast to pursue our music career. And now that we’ve grown, and the majority of us are married, one of us is a father now as well, we’ve decided to return to our hometown. The decision was so spontaneous and was executed so quickly due to no one objecting to it that it still hasn’t me that I’m no longer in LA. The heat isn’t helping my ‘processing’ process but I’ll get to it eventually. Do I miss LA though? Not sure I do - I think I more miss the people I was closer to while I was there.

Suddenly, as if perfectly timed, my phone dings, notifying me that I’ve received a message. I don’t have to look to know it’s from - there’s only one person I actively text and his name is....

C ~ Your virtual buddy Corpse here, making sure you didn’t die of a heatstroke today. If you did indeed survive, just reply to this message, if not....don’t do anything, I guess.

I can’t help but giggle at the sight of the message. I promised Corpse I’d text him after the concert to let him know I was ok, but the even dragged out for longer than anticipated so I’m guessing he got worried.

How cute.

Me ~ Alive and well, but I do feel like a popped tire of an overloaded truck. Hope that’s a visually appealing description

Corpse and I met on the charity livestream Jacksepticeye organized and invited our band to so we could play Among Us with some of the best gamers and streamers on the internet. It was a huge honor and a ton of fun, definitely an event I’d like to repeat in the near future because I had such a good time and I know all my bandmates did too. We all got acquainted and even became official friends with the gamers that were practically our hosts, Corpse becoming the closest friends I’d earn. That livestream happened months ago and we still text just as consistently.

C ~ Oh I know EXACTLY what you mean. Anyway, as to not exhaust you further to force you into typing, how about you send me pictures to sum up your thoughts and emotions and plans for the evening

This is OUR THING trademark, mine and Corpse’s and no one can take it away from us. It’s a significant element of our friendship that enables us both to understand one another when one of us feels the way I described in my message - a popped tire or a deflated balloon. I’m usually the exhausted one - blame the many shows we do and the many meet-and-greets we organize for our lovely fans. It’s the type of exhaustion none of the band members mind at all, but we definitely need some time to recover from it.

As I go to sit down on my couch, the flower crown I’ve been wearing slips off the top of my head, falling on the floor, creating a soft noise that attracts the attention of one of my many cats - Sasha. She’s the youngest and most curious kitty in the family, always protected by the other four - Luna, Cassie, Silver and Lynn. Those four are far lazier and a lot more disinterested in comparison to Sasha who immediately runs over to see what’s fallen.

I smile to myself, taking the flower crown and undoing it to lessen it by a few stems to make it smaller, all the while being watched by the curious Sasha whose interest is rewarded in the end when I put the now adorably tiny flower crown on her head.

While she still hasn’t shaken the thing off I manage to snap a pic which I send to Corpse who opens it mere seconds after it was delivered. 

C ~ Sasha’s pulling off your aesthetic better than you. Sorry, someone had to let you know

I burst out laughing for two reasons - 1.The message itself, damn it! It’s hilarious; 2. Corpse has learnt the name of each one of my cats and never mixes them up - not even Luna and Lynn who look almost identical. That amount of attention to detail is astonishing and very meaningful to me, it genuinely warms my heart and that may or may not be dramatic but it’s definitely not exaggerated.

Me ~ You think I haven’t caught on yet? 

C ~ Well, if it makes you feel any better you pull off my aesthetic better than I do

He’s referring to the e-girl look I did for one show the band had in downtown LA one night. I was drunk and looking forward to trying new things so I improvised the hell out of my outfit but I apparently looked presentable enough to leave a good impression on Corpse despite the pic I sent him being a bit blurry and being a mirror selfie in the bathroom of the very bar we were performing in. It goes without saying that the mirror was dirty too - had a bunch of writing on it which Corpse said only added to the aesthetic. Looking back on it now I kinda agree, and luckily so did the fans in the comments of that same photo when I posted it on Instagram.

Me ~ Means a lot actually. Nowhere near enough to aid the burn of having a cat pull off cottagecore better than I do, but still helps XD

As if sensing that we’re talking about her, Sasha hops on the couch, poking her head over my phone to look down at the screen.

Now this is gonna be golden.

I take a selfie with my phone in my lap, the camera capturing both me and Sasha at a rather unflattering angle which has me losing my mind laughing when I send the picture to Corpse who immediately sends back a string of cry-laughing emojis.

C ~ I can’t tell which one of you is cuter

Me ~ If that was a compliment, I gotta say I appreciate it greatly

C ~ Just telling the truth ;)

It’s times like these that the butterflies in my stomach remind me just why I’ve started catching feelings for this man despite all the distance between us and despite barely knowing him - he knows me more than I know him but I don’t mind it, oddly enough.

I’m fond of our connection and though I sometimes dream of something more, I’m also content with what we already have considering that ‘something more’ seems rather unattainable as of now.

My phone dings again, clearing the fog of thoughts and presenting me with a new message from Corpse.

C ~ Oh, by the way, look what I got....

That message is followed up by a picture of a ticket. A plane ticket to Georgia! 

While I’m still busy stomaching this and dealing with my quickly rising excitement, he sends another message.

C ~ I hope to catch a The Silver Rays concert while I’m there. Heard they had an adorable frontwoman ;)

My breath catches in my throat as a wide grin spreads across my face. The thought of having Corpse so close to me sends those aforementioned butterflies in my stomach into a raving mood and they practically explode my insides with excitement and joy like I’ve never felt it before. I can’t wrap my brain around the fact that we’re about to go from having an entire country between us, to being just some ways away - him in the audience and me on stage without a single clue of who to look for. That’s part of the excitement though, I guess, part of the guessing game that’s gonna make our meeting all the more interesting.

He’ll be a stranger in the crowd and I’ll be a performer on a stage - seemingly two people who have no relation whatsoever. But damn does it go beyond that: No one has to know how hard I’m falling for that stranger in the crowd.

Me ~ I’ve heard so too, can’t confirm it though

If this is gonna be a guessing game, I’ll flip the tables a bit - I won’t take any guesses. I’ll let the answer come to me. I’ll give the first move over to the stranger in the crowd, let’s see what he does.

C ~ I’ll check and let you know, don’t worry

Not worried whatsoever, Corpsie. I’m not worried at all.

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svt + s/o with another member's photocard

➔ reaction || not requested || hip hop unit

➔ notes: huhuhu some grumpy boys who want your attention. they're all secure enough in their abilities, so this is just for some silly fun

SEUNGCHEOL: he likes wonwoo, too, but do you have to be that excited over a wonwoo photocard? "do you think he'll sign it if I ask?" you hold it up to the light, eyes sparkling with adoration that should directed at him. "do you have a celebrity crush or something?" he scoffs, knocking his knuckles on your head. "you're friends with him, silly. we literally just had lunch together and now you want his autograph?" he frowns at how you turn the card over in your hands. delicate. careful. "hey, I'm a celebrity, too, y'know. you didn't even blink when you got my photo last time." you roll your eyes. what does that mean? "it's cuz I'm dating you." this gets him sulky so fast omg haha shouldn't it be because you're dating him that you'd want his merch?? pls give this grumpy man attention or he’ll call wonwoo and tell him to not sign it no matter how much you plead. and if you wear a shirt with his name on it, he'll bounce back almost immediately.

WONWOO: "wonwoo, wonwoo, look!" you squeal from the living room. he comes out of the kitchen with both your drinks and puts them on the coffee table. you're curled forward, holding something in your lap. "what is it?" your head snaps up with the widest grin, and caught by your infectious energy, he finds himself mirroring it — until he sees what you're shoving in his face. "I got gyu's card! this is the version I wanted, too!" you crow. what the — why were you hoping for mingyu's photocard in the first place? actually, now that he thinks about it, who's your seventeen bias?? it's him...right? you fall back onto the couch with another giggle, not noticing how rigidly he's standing. just as he's brushing off the bitter feeling in his stomach and deciding to share in your happiness, mingyu passes by with a glass of juice. "oh, hey, you got my card!" "I knowww!" “it turned out really well, too, wow.” “I knowww!” mingyu should leave fast before wonwoo gets annoyed. be happy when he slips you one of his photocards later — he'll forget about mingyu quickly.

MINGYU: takes your wallet to pay while you hold the ice cream cones. that's how he finds hansol's photocard tucked between dollar bills. "what's this?" he asks once you're both seated. he can't help the slight pout in his voice. "oh, that's my good luck picture!" you smile around your spoon. "it's the first seventeen photocard I ever got." "but it's hansol." you hum. "yeah...you think he'll sign it? put more good luck in it?" if you get a photocard of him, he’ll charge it with good luck kisses, which are much more effective (according to him) anyway. but suggesting that to you makes him feel a little embarrassed, so he nods, putting it back where he found it. "how do you know it even works? what's it given you?" "you." when he meets your eyes, you smile again. "I wasn't going to buy that album at first, but I circled back. that's when I ran into you. I didn't keep it with me regularly until I noticed that our first date, our first everythings—“ you point at it— “happened when I had it." ok, so maybe he should thank hansol.

HANSOL: when he finally checks his phone, he finds the most confusing string of messages. first, it’s a lot of just keyboard smashing, the only discernible part being: “I FINALLY GOT IT!!” then there’s a blurry, close up photo of...another photo? more keyboard smashing. and then: “sorry, wrong person.” which just confuses him even more?? decides to call you to sort it out. “hey, y/n, everything ok? I just got your texts.” on the other end of the line, you laugh. "yeah, I meant to send that to my friend, don’t worry.” “oh. um, what were you so excited about?" pls help him, he sounds so awkward. "I opened my album today and got a seungcheol photocard! I’ve been waiting so long for this, you have no idea—" you’re still rambling, but poor boy’s scratching the back of his neck because he didn’t realize you like seungcheol that much? "ah, is that so..." pls notice the disappointment in his voice even though he tries to hide it. be just as excited when you get one of his photocards.

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[bump1nthen1ght]

Deep Blue Sea (Shark Merman x Reader) Chapter 2

Pairing: Gender Neutral! Reader/Shark Merman

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Soulmate AU

Warning: Slight description of Animal Violence. Nothing too graphic, but if the genre of stuff you see on Shark week isn’t for you, skip over the part denoted by the *******

Word Count: 3530 words

Summary: You learn more about Cruz and about yourself

Prologue

Chapter 1

“-and then he just leaves. What do I even do with that?”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” Your roommate hums, refilling up your glass of wine. “And you don’t have his number, so you can’t call or text him right?” You take a large sip, nodding and trying not to spill wine on your pajamas.

Well, kind of.

You hadn’t told anyone about Cruz, not even your family, because frankly you didn't know where to start. But when you walked into the apartment, sullen and dragging your feet, your roommate, Caitlyn, had offered wine, ice cream, and a willing ear. That's when the floodgates opened (with some modified details, of course).

“We’re meeting at our usual place in a couple days, I just…”Another sip of wine,”...hate sitting here, not knowing what he’s feeling, what I did, how I’m feeling.” You set down your glass and throw yourself back against the couch, sinking into the cushions. “I feel so stupid, like a fucking teenager, and I hate it.” Caitlyn sets her own wine glass down and nudges the half-empty ice cream carton towards you.

“It’s for the best your feeling all this now, then you can come at ‘im all composed and articulate. Really throw him off his game.” You grab a spoon and the carton, Caitlyn patting your shoulder as you take a pathetic bite.

“You’re right but I-I don’t even know. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Sounds like this guy’s got you hooked. At least that’s a start right?” Caitlyn hums, pressing her chin into her palm. “To be completely honest, Sam took a couple days to warm up to me. And I never told her this, but she gave me hardcore pretentious vibes on our first date.”

Caitlyn gives a long spiel about her awkward first soulmate date (“Seriously, who brings up ‘the superiority of vinyl’ on the first date!”), and if you were in the mind to be a good roommate, or hadn’t heard this story before, you might’ve listened closer. But only one question was occupying your thoughts; Did Cruz like you?

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You arrive at the boardwalk an hour early. You don’t immediately go to the tidepool, instead choosing to take a long walk on the beach, taking a moment to calm your racing heart and collect your thoughts.

You like Cruz. You like him as much as two people who just met can, despite a less-than-romantic first impression. But does he like you?

You never thought you would have to ask your soulmate that.

There’s a small thwap as you slap your cheeks, heat simmering your skin even as the cold water laps at your feet.

This is ridiculous. You’ve talked twice. Caitlyn and Sam have a thriving relationship (You should know, you share a wall with Caitlyn) and even they got off to a rocky start.

The pit grows in your stomach, thinking of Cruz’s disinterested stare as he swims into the open ocean. The weight of it almost sinks to your toes.

You shake your head, slapping your cheeks once more.

Today is a new day. Just go through the motions _____.

You reach the tidepool, setting down your picnic blanket and bag. You grab one of your notebooks and prop it open as you bite into an apple. You’re 30 minutes early, might as well get some reading done.

The waves crash and pull against the rocks, pleasant studying ambience, but is interrupted by several clicks and abrupt, out of rhythm, splashes. You look up, immediately in awe of the sight.

About 50 feet away from the entrance to the tidepool is a pod of dolphins, breaching out of the water. You grab a pencil, your phone, and your notebook, tiptoeing through the tidepool to get a better look.

Good choice wearing water shoes today.

From closer up, you notice the distinct lack of dorsal fins and realize they must be Northern White Whale Dolphins. 60 of them have congregated in a group, most likely scouting for easy food or taking a rest.

Their pod is pretty small though. What are they doing so close to the shore?

The pod continues to play as you take shaky photos with your camera, trying to balance your notebook and pencil in the crook of your elbow. Through your viewfinder, you spot a familiar shape, not 30 feet from the pod, peeking his head out of the water. Cruz’s black eyes narrow into focus before he fully submerges. Your eyes widen as you lower your camera.

The water above Cruz rushes as he swims closer and closer to the pod. You tuck your phone back into your pocket as you finagle your way up to a nearby rock. You need a better view, and it might be best to be out of the water while this happens.

The dolphins haven’t noticed Cruz yet, still gliding along the waves. There's a quick flash of his strong back before he dives even deeper into the water. The rock slightly digs into your stomach as you lean over to get a better look.

What I wouldn’t give for a drone right now.

Before long, there is a burst of clicks, the largest dolphins quickly surrounding the group and issuing them away. They’ve spotted Cruz, but one is a little too slow.

Cruz’s dorsal fin cuts through the water, close enough to the surface that you can make out the details of his determined face. His eyes have latched onto the slowest dolphin and his speed increases exponentially. His long tail flicks back and forth as he gains on it.

*******

The dolphin flips into the air, trying to gain distance. But like a flash Cruz’s large hand shoots out of the water, getting a hold of the dolphin’s tail, and pulls. You see his shoulder and tricep bulge as the dolphin thrashes in his grip. His head once again breaches the water as he digs his other clawed hand into the dolphin’s side, raking into it as he pulls the dolphin closer to him. The two tussle and wrestle against each other, going in and out of the water as the dolphin tries to push Cruz away.

But Cruz is limber, keeping a tight grip on the dolphin as he maneuvers his body alongside it. His torso raises up as he pushes the dolphin down under the water and into submission. Cruz then yanks the dolphin’s front upwards and out of the water, grip still tight on it’s rear, before opening up his maw and tearing into the dolphin’s neck. He rips his head back and forth until the dolphin stills, a large pool of red slowly cascading around them.

*******

Your pencil hangs loosely in your fingers as you watch, eyes locked on Cruz. You think the struggle must’ve lasted only 20 seconds, but in the moment, it felt like hours. Cruz’s chest heaves as he takes another bite, serrated teeth easily ripping the flesh, as casual as the lobster roll from your last meeting.

Blood drips from his mouth and covers his claws. His cards his fingers back through his hair, leaving crimson streaks that shine against his black locks. Cruz bites off another mouthful before heaving the dolphin onto his shoulder.

As a large science nerd, you’ve always enjoyed watching nature in progress. But a new, exciting, vaguely uncomfortable feeling stirs in your gut as you watch Cruz suck in his fingers, picking out stray bits of meat from his large, sharp teeth. A feeling like a shiver rushing down your spine and heat in between your legs.

Oh my god. Why was that the hottest thing I’ve ever seen?

Cruz turns away and submerges himself, giving you a nice shot of his defined back muscles as he sums up his hunt. You can’t take your eyes off his form moving just below the water, even as your 5 PM alarm goes off.

You knew Cruz was larger, and far stronger, than you, but seeing him in his element reminds you just how easily he could tear you apart.

God, and I kind of want him to.

As he swims further away from the shore, you see two black dots in the distance. You take out your phone again and open up the camera to zoom in.

Speaking of huge. Holy shit.

The focus is a little blurry, but it’d be hard for you to miss the massive mermaids. With only their shoulders and up out of water, they still tower over Cruz by at least a head each. Both have long black hair, intertwined with what looks to be seaweed and various types of shells. The one on the right is holding two larger masses over her shoulders, positioned the way a lumberjack would hold a fallen tree. Cruz reemerges with his dolphin in tow, frighteningly small.

Cruz’s gestures indicate they’re having a conversation, mostly one-sided. The dolphin on Cruz’s back bounces as he talks animatedly, his hunt small when compared to the two weights the right mermaid carries. With your old phone you can only catch a glimpse of the left mermaid’s lips moving. Cruz’s energy dims as she continues and he seems to sink deeper into the water.

The left mermaid holds out her hand. Cruz hesitates, then throws his dolphin into her arms. She swings it over like it weighs nothing and then shakes her hand as if to shoo him away. The right one rumbles with laughter. Cruz nods, solemn as the two submerge and swim away.

Cruz stays there for a minute, looking out at the horizon. When he finally turns, his movements are lethargic as he swims towards the tidepool.

You scramble down from the rock and quickly tiptoe  back to your blanket, fumbling to stuff your notebook and pencil back into your bag.

Cruz glides in, his eyes not meeting yours, locked in thought.

“Hey Cruz.” You wave, struggling to catch your breath from your impromptu rush.

Cruz slowly looks up at you, still slightly downcast.

“Hey. Sorry I’m late.” You  shake your head furiously.

“It’s no problem! I got her kind of early, and then I saw you hunting and didn’t want to bother.” Cruz’s eyes widen a bit, before her recoils into himself and sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

“Oh, sorry. You probably didn’t want to see that….” You once again shake your hands and head back and forth.

“No! No I-, I actually thought it was super cool!” Cruz quirks his eyebrows.

“What?”

“Yeah! It was like my own personal Shark week. Like wow, you looked amazing out there.”

Cruz’s cheek tint a cerulean blue, the corners of his lips turning up at the sides as he fiddles with his fingers.

“And those dolphins are the fastest kind around here, but bam! You were on them like a firecracker, kind of wish I had a slow motion camera.” You laugh, before realizing Cruz probably didn’t understand half of your analogies. “You looked uh, you were really good at it.”

Well duh, you idiot. He’s a shark.

“Thank you.” Cruz shoots you a tiny smile, blush still running across his face and down his neck. The ensuing silence is only slightly uncomfortable, as Cruz’s blush stays strong and you're sure you develop one of your own. You try and focus on something else to calm down, but catch a glimpse of his biceps, and fail miserably.

“Oh, that’s right.” Cruz reaches over and sticks his hand in between two nearby rocks. His brow furrows before his eyes light up, and he pulls out a….handbag?

It’s loosely sewn together with kelp, made of some sort of seal skin and closed with a seashell button. Cruz pops it open and begins to rummage inside.

“Gotcha.” Cruz pulls something out of the bag, before turning and hiding it behind his back.

“Uh, whatcha got there?” Cruz smiles, his blue blush painting his face from top to tip.

“I found this thing and thought you um….might want to look at it?” Cruz pulls his arm in front, revealing a reflective white shell, just a bit longer than his palm.

“It’s not a crab, but I thought it was neat looking so….”

You slowly move towards him, gesturing to ask if you can hold the shell. Cruz nods, almost shoving it into your hand.

The color is completely white, sharp, almost polished-looking. It carves into several rings before sloping into a point. It’s empty, the inside free of any sand or tiny algae.

“Do you know what it’s called?”

You look back to Cruz and nearly brush your nose against his. You realize how hot his body heat is as he leans over you to look at the shell. Your shoulders just barely touch.

As if dipped into boiling water, your face alights into red and your body convulses to jerk away from the heat.

“Yeah-Yes! Actually I do, it’s-it looks like a Kellets W-Welk. Well, the remains of one’s shell anyway.”

Cruz stays close, letting out a small “Ohhh.” as he squints his eyes to get a closer look. It’s the most on-land you’ve seen him, with the water lapping at the base of his tail. Sitting down, your head only comes to his clavicle. The uncomfortable burning stirs in your gut.

“Is it a hermit crab?”

“Not, it’s a sea snail. They're not really on land like crabs.” You brush your thumbs over the shell’s ridges. “There are quite a few varieties of sea snails around here, lots of beautiful shells. Their babies look pretty cool too.”

Cruz nods, eyes intent, and it reminds you of the elementary kids you saw when working at the aquarium. Your heart skips as you futilely try to fight the smile on your face.

“Can you eat ‘em?”

You chuckle and Cruz’s face grows a darker shade of blue. “Yeah, you can. You’ve got a good eye for snacks huh?”

Cruz pouts playfully, blue still awash on his cheeks. “Maybe, but I’m not always thinking about food.” Just as he finishes, you hear his stomach rumble. You stifle your laugh with your hand and Cruz grabs his stomach angrily. “Sh-Shut up! It’s almost dinner!”

The two mermaids flash in your mind. You see Cruz handing over the dolphin as they swim away. Then you see Cruz, furiously cracking open crabs with a single-minded purpose. The smile drops from your chin.

How often does that happen?

Cruz was small for a Great White. You hadn’t even thought about why. You don’t even know if you want to.

“They’re pretty tasty, but their shells are a lot more fun.” Cruz furrows his brow again. “Here, let me show you.” You scoot yourself closer to him, putting the white shell against his ear. His eyes widen and he leans backwards a bit from your closeness, but the shell still lingers by his ear. “Do you hear it?”

Cruz stills, furrowing his brows even deeper, but then they rise in surprise. He leans back towards you, tentatively grabbing your wrist and pulling the shell closer.

“Its-”

“The ocean.”

The same childlike wonder from before flushes on his face as he looks at you, bringing your stomach a flutter. Cruz presses his head down closer to the shell, the bottom of his cheek now touching your palm. Cruz’s skin is cool against yours, slightly damp, and you feel the hint of roughness as his chin brushes against your wrist.

“How-How did you-”

“My mom showed me once. I mean, technically it’s the echo of the blood coursing through your ear, which reverberates and sounds like waves crashing. But it’s still a neat trick.”

“Oh, I see….”

From this close, you can see the small freckles which dapple Cruz’s cheeks, peppering across the bridge of his nose and up onto his forehead. Specks of dark blue, black, and green contrasts against his light gray skin, like the setting sun catching the pulling tides.

In the moment, you long to touch them.

So you do.

It’s so….soft.

As your thumb brushes up his jaw, the mottled colors are overwhelmed and overshadowed by Cruz’s furious blush. Cruz moves away so quickly that he unfurls his grip on a nearby rock and loses his balance. He braces himself and hisses as his thin skin nicks the corner of a rock.

“Oh my god, I’m so-so sorry! I just- oh my goodness are you okay?” You retract the shell closer to your chest, your other hand outstretched to steady Cruz. When he flinches away, you pull it back. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have invaded your personal space like that.”

Cruz's chest heaves but he doesn’t move or say anything. From the corner of your eye you spot a tiny bit of blood leaking onto the rock.

“Oh shit, wait I-I should have something.” You whip around to your backpack, shuffling and pushing aside your notebook to find your emergency first aid kit. Water wells in the corner of your eyes as you frantically search. You desperately try to will the tears away.

Stupid, stupid, stupid stupid-

Your inner insults are interrupted when your fingers brush against the familiar plastic fabric pouch. Before turning back to Cruz, you hastily wipe your eyes.

“Here, this should help.” You hold out the small thing of gauze and an antiseptic wipe. Cruz slowly takes them, fiddling with the gauze until it's undone. He picks up the antiseptic package with the tips of his forefinger and thumb, eyes squinting as he tries to read the small text.

“That’s to clean the wound with, to get the gross stuff out.” Cruz’s eyes narrow even further, brushing his thumb over the paper wrapping. Tentatively, he plops the unwrapped wipe on his wound. He looks back, clearly confused. “You have to unwrap it first, then wipe it.” His blush returns as he jerks his eyes away from you, embarrassed with you watching.

“I could do-”

“I’ve got it.” Cruz snaps, finding the perforation and ripping it off quickly.

“Okay, but it’s gonna sting-”

“Ow, shit!” Cruz curses as he presses the wipe against the apex of his cut, whining and biting his lower lip.

“If it’s hurting that means it’s working.” Cruz nods, but he hastily wipes the wound and sighs as he crumples it up.Cruz wraps his cut with medical precision, reminding you of boxers right before a match. He cuts the gauze short with a snip of his teeth

“Wow, you're really good at that.” Cruz snorts.

“I don’t need any jackasses going into a frenzy anytime soon. That would be the perfect end to this shit day.”

Your heart freezes as your stomach drops, and you recoil into yourself. The nausea of guilt washes over you. And then that makes you feel even worse, and so the cycle continues.

Cruz notices your sheepish, downtrodden stare, and frantically waves his good hand.

“Wait, shit, no, thats-thats not what I meant. Uh…” He loses track of his sentence, mouth agape as he looks for words. “I mean….thank you.” He fiddles with his claws. “For the bandage, a-and the food a couple days ago. This is...nice.”

You’re almost embarrassed by how quickly his praise perks you up, rolling over your tense muscles like a masseuse.

“Thank you for the shell, it was very thoughtful of you.” Cruz sputters.

“I just passed by it on a swim, it wasn’t a big deal. The reefs got a ton of them, so, y’know.”

You don’t know, but it’s cute watching him fumble with his words. He’s so bashful for an apex predator you saw kill a dolphin not 20 minutes ago.

“I could even-well, it’s close that we- we could go sometime? You and me?” Cruz fiddles with his claws once more, and you wonder if it’s a nervous compulsion. “It’s a little ways away from the coast but with me carrying you, we could probably see a lot.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.” Cruz’s nervous smile is much more lopsided than his regular one. It accentuates the dimple on his left cheek.

“I would love that.”

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You decide to meet up early on Saturday to get a head start on the sunlight. You leave the boardwalk giddy, your nerves tingling pleasantly with pre-plan jitters. All this energy means you might have to spill to Caitlyn once more, just to let it all out. You’ll most likely tell her you two are getting breakfast by the beach, maybe stop by an aquarium.

Looking at all the coral and the crustaceans. Just me, in Cruz’s arms-

You stop, your nerves bubbling up under your skin, like steam is blowing out of your ears as you think about what is in store for Saturday.

You’re still not sure how Cruz feels about you. But there isn’t a show of a doubt now; You have a crush on him.

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Cruz sits in the water, cracking open a leftover oyster he had left in his bag for emergencies. Emergencies like being so flustered he can't possibly go back to the pod, not without looking incredibly suspicious.

He brushes his thumb over his cheek, and it’s almost like you're there again.

So….soft.

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[writtenbynightlock]

hiii can i have a fluff scenario of where suna try to quit smoking because his s/o has asthma? also make her plus sized please! i hope you have a great day :D

S/O with Asthma

ft. Suna Rintarou

Note: Requests are open 💌

A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for the request. I hope you enjoy this one ♥️ hearts and reblogs are appreciated :D

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You and Suna have been dating for a month now. Everything was still new to you --- college and relationships. You never expected this deadpan and quiet person from your class to have taken an interest in you. Although you find him quite a looker, you expected guys like him to be with someone petite. 

You never really cared about your size. You just go with the flow. That’s one of the things that Suna seemed to be so drawn to you --- you just seem so carefree. After a few projects done together, Suna finally had the courage to ask you out --- in which you gladly say yes of course. 

With the first few days getting to know each other, Suna was a bit shy but the longer days you hung out, he turned out to be a fun person to hang out with --- and such a big gossip queen. You were surprised to know that he’s currently a varsity in the university’s men’s volleyball team. To you, Suna seemed so sleepy all the time. You never would’ve thought he had exerted such energy.That gave you excitement and assured Suna that you’ll definitely go support him in his games which made Suna smile and make his heart flutter. 

You were currently in your apartment, finally finishing your essay. Closing the laptop, you let out a sigh of relief --- hell finally over. Suddenly, you heard your phone ring. It was a call from Suna.

“Hey muffin. Are you still up?”

“Yup. Just finished my essay. What’s up, Rin?”

“Wanna take a walk?

“I’d love that. I really need a breather.”

“Good. I’m already outside your apartment building.”

“Oh really?! Okay i’ll be down in five.”

“See you.”

Suna Rintarou can be so unexpected sometimes. With a smile, you quickly grabbed a jacket and just left your apartment with only pajamas on. As you reached the ground floor, Suna lifted his head up to see you panting from excitedly running downstairs but what caught his attention was you in your cute pajamas.

“I like your jammies” says Suna with a smirk. As you reached his side, you can’t help but feel giddy inside. Suna was also in his pajamas --- unexpectedly matching with him.

“I like yours too. We’re having matchy outfits! Isn’t it cute?”

Suna chuckled and kissed your forehead before intertwining his hand with yours, the warmth of his hands sending butterflies to your stomach. 

“Shall we take a picture then?” says Suna as his eyes were set on the sidewalk, you two heading to your usual spot in the park. The night was so beautiful with all the stars and the moon illuminating the night skies. 

“Let’s go!” you say with a bright smile on your face that Suna can’t help but melt. Your energy was just so contagious. Finally arriving at the park, Suna set his phone on the tower of the playground, making sure it is steady. The middle blocker then set the timer and went to your side --- the two of you doing silly poses and Suna inserting some cute ones here and there just like kissing your cheeks or even bury his face on your tummy while hugging your hips --- a place where he seemed to find quite comfortable and fluffy. 

After your mini photo session, you and Suna rested on the swings, just enjoying each other’s presence and the night sky. 

“When’s your next tournament, Rin?”

“It’s three months from now. Coach’s definitely pushing us to our limits.”

“Well, you better relax yourself properly. Don’t want you to get a injury or something.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. What about you? Anything interesting happened with your club lately?”

As Suna brought up the subject, your mouth started to move itself. You told him everything and how much you were excited to prepare for an upcoming event. As your eyes stayed glued to the sky and just continued on talking, you didn’t notice Suna lighting up his cigarette --- oh what a mistake he made.

As soon as the smoke reached your nose, unknowingly inhaling it, you suddenly felt your chest tightening and finding it quite difficult to breath. Noticing how you somehow grew quiet, Suna looked at you and his eyes widened on how you clutched onto your chest, a look of discomfort on your face.

“(Y/N), are you okay?”

Your breathing suddenly quickened, everything feeling all to tight. Suna, alarmed, he looked at his cigarette then to you, suddenly realizing what he just done. 

“Oh fuck!”

Suna quickly put out and threw away his cigarette then went to your side in an instant, his heart racing in his chest. If he knew you have asthma, he would never try in triggering it.

“(Y/N), where’s your inhaler?”

Your eyes watered as you seemed to have difficulty in talking and just held onto Suna’s hand tightly. Suna, scared out of his wits, he quickly took off your jacket for you to have ease. With a shaky hand, you pointed your finger to the pockets of your jacket. Everything was just too blurry and painful for you right now to do anything. 

As soon as Suna found your inhaler, he gave it a quick shake before helping you take it. 

“Breath in, breath out baby.”

Suna cups the back of your head while his other hand held your inhaler, your cold hands holding onto it. Four puffs later, you felt your chest losing tension and you finally managed to calm down. As you fully recovered, Suna let out a loud breath, relieved. 

The middle blocker then knelt down in front of you and gave you a safe space, for you to breath properly. He was so mad at himself. It was so traumatizing to him, harming his s/o. He cursed in his breath and looked down, gripping onto his hair.

“Rin. It’s okay. Please don’t be so hard on yourself” you say in a comforting voice, attempting to reach out to him but he moved away, afraid to harm you again.

“No it’s not, (Y/N)! Ugh i messed up big time.”

With a sigh, you stood up from the swing and went to Suna and hugged his crouching figure. 

“We both have a mistake on this one. I didn’t tell you I have asthma and you didn’t tell me you smoke. Let it go, Rin. I’m fine now.”

Suna looked at you and can’t help but give you a hug but he stopped midway, a bit hesitant.

“Is it okay if I hug you?”

With a giggle from you, you nodded and you quickly buried your face onto his chest while Suna on your head, giving you loving kisses and whispering apologies on how sorry he was.

“I’ll try to stop smoking. For you, muffin. I don’t want to see you suffering again.”

“You must’ve been so scared huh?”

“You have no idea.”

With a smile, you looked at Suna before giving him a soft kiss, with Suna kissing you back just as softly, not wanting as precious as you to be in pain ever again. 

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[psychiatristreturning]

front page (josh lyman x reader)

taglist: @harpersmariano, @ilovebucketbarnes​ masterlist word count: 843 warnings: none

All you wanted was to go out with your boyfriend. It was the weekend, you were off, and he only had to go in for about an hour. The date between you and Josh should’ve gone off without a hitch. But, of course, something had to go wrong. It was like any other date between the two of you, holding hands while walking through downtown D.C. 

And while you had begged your dad for no Secret Service detail, you were sure there was an agent trailing you at all times, but what are you going to do. Agents aren’t at liberty to share personal information. As often as your dad might beg. But, it did suck that people would recognize you, point at you, or ask for photos, but no one ever seemed to pay attention to that fact that you were constantly at someone’s side. Josh’s. 

You two would go out, but you stayed inside places, away from people, on the outskirts of crowds. Overtime, you had become quite good at it. Wanting a little more quiet time in your lives. A thing that both of you almost never had. 

Your outings had gone well until one day. 

There was a most definitely spoken rule, that politics was to never be brought up. Unless it pertained directly to something. So, the two of you would tell stories of your childhood, or you would tell silly stories from your job. And you would even tell ridiculous stories of your dad. That entire day was a dream. Josh was a dream. The next day was a nightmare. 

If you wake up to CJ banging on your door at 6:00 am, something is wrong. The loud knocking shook you from your slumber, you hastily sat up in bed, pulling the covers up as CJ barged in, “What the hell?” you exclaimed, “Can’t whatever this is wait?” 

“No it can’t, Skippy!” 

CJ was upset, her heels pounding into the floor as she walked up to your bed holding something, a few photos. She placed them in front of you, “What’s this?” 

You looked at the photos through your blurry eyesight because it was so early, it was you and Josh. Walking through DC, laughing at each other. And there were PHOTOS! “CJ,” you ran a hand through your hair, “I don’t know, I’m sorry.” 

“This is going to be a big story.” 

You nodded solemnly, CJ sat down on the side of your bed, next to you, eyes cast down toward the floor. “I’m sorry.” 

“I know you are, and I’m sorry I came in like this, I need to save my energy to yell at Josh.”

Your brow furrowed, “What did he do?” 

She shook her head, “Nothing really, I just enjoy yelling at Josh.” 

It was bound to happen, someone was going to snap a picture of the two of you and publish it. “How long have you two been together?” 

“About five months.”  you shrugged. 

CJ’s eyes went wide, “C’mon, you never told anyone?” 

“Nope.” 

“Wow. Impressive.” she said sarcastically, and patted your hand. “Thank you.” 

All you did was smile tightly at her. Then the gravity of the situation surfaced. Your dad. He would kill you AND Josh. Josh quicker probably, and more painful. At least he would make sure yours would be painless. 

So, you decided that this morning would be a good morning to sleep in, just to avoid your family and all. 

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It was about 9:00 am when you heard it. You knew the story had broken. 

“What?!” you heard your dad, unmistakably, roar. Only seconds later did your door swing open, and your father stood in the doorway, fuming. “Y/N? What is this?”

You could tell from his voice that he was trying to come off as a calm father rather than the upset president he was currently. 

“Um, it’s a photo.” 

“Don’t be smart with me. That’s you and Josh isn’t it?” 

Your eyes went wide, “Yes, what is it?”

“Why are you two holding hands?” 

All you did was stare at him, frankly, terrified. “No reason?” 

“Does that have to relate to the fact that the headline is ‘Y/N Bartlet and Josh Lyman, spotted together!’” 

“Maybe?” 

“Maybe?! How long has this been going on?” 

You cringed as you hesitantly looked up at your dad, “Five months.” you whispered softly. 

“Five months!?” he cried out, “Y/N! Why Josh?” 

“I don’t know! He’s cute and really smart!”

“Trust me this is not his smartest mood as he’s going to be without a job soon.” 

You sat up in bed, furious, “He’s your deputy chief of staff!” 

“If I can find a new vice president I can find a new deputy!” 

“Dad! You’re being ridiculous! I’m an adult!” 

“And you’re my daughter!” 

“Dad.” you spoke softly. You watched as he took a few deeps breaths and sat nex to you. 

“I’m sorry, it’s a lot to find out that your daughter is dating your deputy in the paper. I’m happy if you’re happy.” 

“Thanks dad.” 

“I’m still going to kill him, though.” 

“DAD!”

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[rfamess]

RFA + V and Saeran at a party!!

alright friends. picture this: a party. what kind of party? that is for you to think about. i’ll give my 2 cents on what they prefer, but their behaviors still stand. If you’ve ever been to a party, (and I consider just hanging w friends a party as well... literally anything is a party if you want it to be a party) you know DAMN WELL you can find a specific type of person at every single function. we’ve got the corner standers, we got the emotional rollercoaster, the bitches getting crossed, the couch chillers, the flirt, the table dancer. you get the vibe.

in short, this is a (very) drunk rfa at a party.

Jumin

- you already know this guy only drinks wine.

- two bottles; one red, one white (very bold) double fisting them.

- wine drunk is the best drunk lemme tell ya.

- he is just so relaxed. GODDAMN he’s chill

- he’s so chill that he could walk up to zen and take a drag of a cig. shocking. why would he do that? he would never do that! (he’s drunk bby)

- personal morals have left the chat

- definetly happy and very social. Likes to tell very good stories— and they are good. very funny guy

- total opposite from his work self, which many people know. it’s refreshing to see him let loose

- and when i say let loose i mean let loose

- oh, the function? he owns it. not only is he the life of the party, it’s actually in his penthouse. he literally owns it.

- he has the potential to throw a gatsby-like party, but he likes to stick with his close friends and colleagues. people are allowed to bring a plus one. the more the merrier. but not too many lol

Zen

- oh this guy? he’s a professional partier. balls to the wall type drinker.

- shotgunning beer, pong master, stack cup, ride the bus, shots, up jenkins. he plays them allllll

- very competitive. VERY. he gets really into it, but he’s not like a competitive jock type, he’s just very passionate.

- he will accept his losses with grace and dignity, as well as with a nice handshake with his opponent.

- his passion sometimes causes him some accidents. will probably bump into you, apologize and call you some sweet pet name, and then return back to his zone.

- everyone loves to talk to him. not just bc he’s handsome, but he is just so genuinely nice and can hold a great conversation, even while completely obliterated.

- he’s the kind of guy that goes around and makes sure everyone is having fun

- smooth moves. very flirtatious, duh. can literally charm anyone.

- ngl he’s probably also a horny drunk. he’s not creepy or anything. he is definitely very courteous and respectful, but sometimes he has a lot on his mind...

- you can probably find him at one of jumins gatherings, at a work friends house, clubs, etc.

- he also loves themed parties. he really gets into it

Saeyoung/Seven

- he goes so hard.

- another themed party lover. especially costume parties.

- would probably show up in a costume even if it in fact was not a costume party.

- sorry, have you ever listened to tik tok by kesha? seven literally IS the party. “the party don’t start til I walk in”

- freestyle dances literally any chance he gets. definetly starts a dance circle— everyone loves a good dance circle

- he’s not a good dancer. he’s not bad either. but dancing with the stars is not in his future

- he’s wasted, but even if he wasn’t, he’d still be the life of the party. it just becomes magnified by however many drinks he’s had.

- very much parks and rec tom haverford vibes. snake juice episode. classic.

- he gets antsy to build things for no reason. tries to do small physics balancing things or maybe just do something productive, like cooking. he never cooks so he has no idea what he’s doing. will probably set the smoke alarm off, sprinklers will be going and people will be partying with INDOOR RAIN.

- that’s his legacy— the guy who set off the sprinklers at that party that one time

- you could probably find him crashing random peoples parties. he hears one going on in some apartment on the street and somehow he gets in and nobody questions it.

Yoosung

- you already know he gets DRANK.

- he doesn’t drink alcohol, the alcohol drinks HIM.

- he always goes over his limit. not bad enough where he’s incapacitated, but he for sure blacks out a lot of the time

- he’s kind of like a mix of his two besties ;) zen and seven. he’s a dancer, but he’s a COMPETETIVE DANCER. lol he probably challenges people to a dance off or contest. also likes table top games.

- he is prone to.... emotion. which is okay! but it happens

- once in a blue moon he’ll cry over something minor, but then start crying-laughing over it 2 seconds later.

- he finds a wii console buried tucked away in a drawer somewhere. he really brings it together when mario kart or wii sports resort gets pulled out. especially if it’s the sword play one. his find gets him clout at the party lol

- probably sees someone he thinks he wants to talk to... he overthinks how to approach them a little too much. but he’ll take a shot and go do it

- it always works out, he’s very friendly and likeable.

- he attends his college parties and always ends up making friends but he’s also hammered so he might not remember it much.

- probably wakes up in a random field somewhere the next morning. he is very confused.

Jaehee

- she goes to town on hard liqour. she can handle it alright.

- genuinely wants to fight everyone. not in a bad way, more of a “let me show you how fucking strong i am” way. it sure brings an audience

- people accept her challenges— she always beats them. probably turns them into drinking competitions too.

- like zen, she’s very competitive. she might lose her composure a little bit, but always self soothes and gets right back into it.

- 2 words: HYPE. WOMAN.

- she can get ANYONE excited about ANYTHING. always cheering others on and having them break out of their comfort zone (if they choose to do so).

- very big emotions. fangirls a lot. flirts a lot. a little dramatic, but she’s very entertaining.

- another great story teller— she loves to talk to people about the things she loves or crazy things that have happened to her.

- once she sobers up a little more, she is quite the helper. she helps clean up, helps people who might be throwing up. she’s a gentle care taker and welcoming presence :)

- she attends house parties a lot. usually her office friends, but sometimes zen brings her to his friends parties.

- she doesn’t party a lot since she works so much but when she does, she goes DUMMY!!

V

- very creative guy. he’ll have a conversation with someone and midway through he goes HOLD THAT THOUGHT!! because he’s had a little intrusive lightbulb moment. runs to go write it down or do a quick sketch then return to said conversation.

- if there’s a hot tub, he’s in it. he’s so in it. he has a glass of champagne and just sits. a lot of the time he never changes he just keeps his clothes on in the water. people question his judgement

- he’s not super animated like a lot of others, he’s more chill, but he’s also very excitable.

- he’s very giggly. anything could make him laugh.

- he really stays true to his hobbies while drunk too.

- photographer/videographer. but since he’s at a party and he’s drunk, they aren’t professional photos. a lot of them end up blurry. but a lot of them turn out great!

- he leaves disposable cameras everywhere so people can just pick them up and take their own photos— he sends out all the pics after they get developed.

- he’s definetly the type to go around making sure everyone is safe and helping them whenever possible. he doesn’t take a lot of time for himself :(

- he parties with jumin at his penthouse. they have a lot of the same friends and it’s a familiar place.

- he doesn’t go to giant parties either, mostly just friends in the comfort of his or someone else’s home.

Saeran

- I don’t think Saeran drinks very much, to be honest. But hypothetically….

- he’s obsessed with making fancy cocktails. they are so beautiful. but they get infinitely worse the more he drinks them lol

- his parties are always with his close friends, probably at his own house. he’s more of a homebody. and the presence of his friends is very grounding

- he really likes to play tabletop-turned drinking games

- he also likes to make games up! kind of like true american in new girl. he’s actually really really good at making up rules on the spot and they always turn out super fun.

- he’s definitely the kind of guy you want at your party if you want to have a lot of fun just doing random shit.

- speaking of random shit, just like his brother he also gets spikes of energy to just go do something. he makes homemade ice cream in a plastic bag. he rearranges the furniture. he will learn magic tricks in about 2 minutes and then show everyone he knows.

- will try and flirt with you. like a lot. he’s incredibly endearing and gets kind of handsy. and by handsy i mean he wants to hold your hand briefly. both of his hands clasped around one of yours.

- he likes to do really harmless pranks. like so harmless that they’re just hilarious. he’ll take someone’s phone and sign them up for mailing lists they don’t want. he might replace a family photo with something else. or maybe just hide behind a wall and jump out and scare someone when they walk by!! PRANK CALLS. classic.

- he’s really funny. like really fucking funny. without even trying. and boy does he love to make people laugh. he’s comedy gold and a pro with the one-liners.

- after drinking he will fall asleep ANYWHERE. on the floor, in a chair, under a desk, on top of a desk, he could fall asleep standing up. all his friends have pictures of him just sleeping in strange places.

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[littlefreya]

Bad Reputation

Synopsis: Henry and his girl can’t get enough from one another. They keep finding themselves in rather sticky and lusty situations while other actors are present around them. 🤭

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: Smut, thigh riding, exhibition kink, public display of affection, dirty language, slight fingering, daddy kink.

A/N: This is by request made for thigh riding! I see this as a slight sequel to  Putting up a Show and Good Girl just because in my mind they are the same couple. Many thanks again to the marvellous @agniavateira​ for doing the beta! Masterlist is here.

Let me know if you want to be added/removed! Thank you for reading as always :)

PR fucking nightmare - that’s what our managers call us. 

They thought it would go away after our first year of dating. But the sad truth is, Henry just loves to touch, and I’m a hot-blooded woman who loves to fuck shit up. Three years in being married and the line is so goddamn blurry by now; I am never quite certain which one of us initiates it, nor do I even care. 

I see my bear sitting sprawled across the red leather sofas, legs spread open as he can never keep them shut. I know I’m terribly biased but that black tuxedo suit sure as hell looks great on his strong figure, especially with the crooked bowtie and the beard he’s been growing for his new movie role. 

And as if the bad boy vibes and big dick energy he sends everywhere wasn’t enough, the half-empty Grey Goose bottle on the round golden table next to him and the slight sweat that covers his forehead is a red flag that we are definitely getting into trouble tonight. 

Bring it on. 

Armie is sitting right next to him, telling him about some scheme by the gesture he is making with his hands. But I can tell Henry has other things on his mind. I can feel his eyes looking at me even when I am standing far away. Our gazes meet, he offers me a mischievous smile, showing off the large dimples of his cheeks. This is what I call a wet, slippery invention. 

I blush and look away. I mean, I have Rebecca Ferguson holding my forearms. That woman makes me want to invite her into our bedroom, but Henry doesn’t like sharing, not even with women. It doesn’t matter how much I’d pout and beg, he likes me all to himself, and he loves it when others can see that I am his. 

It’s always his hand between my thighs, riding up higher, thumb tickling at my clit teasingly. We sat through an entire acceptance speech with him working me hard. If anyone looks closely at that video on Youtube, you can see the exact moment when he hits the spot.

Sorry, Leo, I wasn’t smiling because you won. 

This is us being subtle. Hotels and parties, however, are a different story. We already had a manager quit on us because we made sure the entire floor hears what we are doing through the night. 

Rebecca kisses me on the cheek, the gorgeous Swedish redhead is already tipsy, and I’ve had my second glass of wine. She’s in a red satin dress, her impressive breasts showing through her cleavage. I also spot a few freckles on her chest. It makes me pout and look at Henry, who shakes his head in refusal. 

“Where is your hubby anyway?” she asks playfully, and I point in the direction of where he is sitting. Armie is just getting up, leaving Henry alone. He pours himself some more vodka, fills the glass with ice and then takes a sip with a lustful gaze. That’s probably my cue to keep him company and take that glass away.  

That video when he told everyone to get naked will forever be online. He also has a tendency to start making impressions of others when he is flustered, and I can’t contain my laughter when that happens.

“He’s too drunk to get up.” I sigh, shaking my head while he makes playful, sad faces at me. I shrug and take my phone out my purse, seeing two text messages from him.

Henry: “Where are you, babygirl?” Henry: “I want to squeeze that ass.” 

I text him back “Armie’s? Go for it. Can we have Rebecca, pleaaaaase?” 

He reads my reply, rolling his eyes and shaking his head in complete refusal. 

“Not. sharing. you. Do you want me to spank you in front of all these people?” 

Rebecca is oddly enough very touchy-feely, her hand sliding down my forearms while she speaks about how wonderful Henry is, and how fun it was to work with him on MI6.

“He’s not like all the other ones, he is an actual friend,” she explains to me, her beautiful green eyes lighting up. 

“I know, that’s how he got me, pretended to be my friend for years.” I chuckle, remembering the times we were still just friends. If you look at videos of us from interviews and photos from events from the time we worked together, you’d think we’ve been dating already. He always touched me subtly, his eyes staring at me intently when I speak. And of course, no one cracks him up the way I do.

But Henry waited 5 years for both of us to be single at the same time to “kidnap” me during a walk with our dogs at the forest, where I’d literally be unable to run away. He did that so he can tell me he’s been in love and growing in love with me ever since we met.

I smile at the sweet memory. I held my tears when that word left his lips.

“I’ll come to say hello later, I’m starving,” she says and rubs her belly gently. I nod and lean forward to kiss her, deliberately kissing her soft, red-painted lips for Henry to see. Us girls, we really don’t mind.

As I turn to face him, he is already frowning. He’s not amused by my vexing behaviour. I give him my best angelic posture, batting my lashes and holding my hands together while my head is tilted to the side. In that pale blue and silver dress, I might look like some saint right now, but my darling knows I’ve come from south to heaven.

I make my way to him, walking slowly, a smile both in my eyes and between my cheeks. I can feel the fire burning in my chest, the sight of him is dashing, those thick thighs ever so inviting. He spreads his legs even wider, the bulge in his groin made only for me. He has his pinky finger pressed between his teeth while checking me out.

My body heeds his calling, I’m tingling wet. 

I stand in front of him, my cheeks warm as if this is a first hook up of some sort. Henry rises his beautiful blues to stare straight into my eyes. The beaming lights in the hall make his sweaty skin glow in neon pink and gold, his eyes flashing bright as the different colours dance across his face.

“How many of those have you had?” I ask, gesturing at the glass, noticing the half-empty bottle. I hope not too much, I expect to be rammed tonight when we return to the hotel. 

He shrugs, putting the glass away without bothering to finish it. He is British, and boy, he can drink a lot. He is not as half as flustered as a different guy would be, but yes, he is certainly quite drunk. Enough to give me that look of his-one eyebrow rising up-while his eyes drink in my dress, cleavage, ass, and that slit that runs from my legs to my thighs.

My friends asked me if Henry is an ass or tits man, to which my answer was “he is ‘all of me’ man.” 

“Gotta love women's liberation.” He speaks in a deep, low voice, gesturing at my provocative dress. 

“Come to daddy.” He demands, holding out his hand for me to come and sit on his thigh. To which I am more than happy to comply.

I spread my legs, moving to straddle his muscular thigh. There is a burning sensation at my core as my pelvis meets his taut muscle. My body always reacts to his touch. Henry’s hands immediately take my face, thumbs stroking at my cheeks.

“Why do you tease me, beautiful?” he murmurs, his fierce gaze tracing my face, always taken by me, memorizing every freckle and flaw as if it’s the first time we ever sit so close. God, he makes me feel so beautiful even in my ugliest of ugly days.

I lean forward to get even closer, my ass riding up his leg and my hands reach out to tug at his white buttoned shirt. “Oh, Henry-Bear, it’s. So. much. fun.”

Someone sits right next to us on the big red sofa, saying a friendly hello. We answer at the same time, without breaking eye contact. We never bother looking who is the actor, producer, or whatever who moved to bug us. Too lost in our own little mist of admiration. Henry’s fingers descend from my face to my neck, fingers skirting down my neck sensually. 

“You know what I love about these ceremonies and parties?” he asks as he leans closer to whisper in my ear and then places a wet, lingering kiss on my shoulder. His chin pushes the straps of my dress away, letting it fall on my forearm as if by accident. I let it glide, shivering as the coarse hair of his beard marks my flesh.

“I get to show you off while you’re wearing these outrageous dresses and everyone knows I am taking you home to fuck you until sunrise.”

I chuckle lustfully, my tongue pressed between my teeth. “Last time we didn’t even make it home remember?” I hum gently, feeling his rough touch on my breasts. The tip of his thumbs circles my nipples, teasing them to harden through the thin fabric of my dress. I wouldn’t give a fuck if Henry had me topless right now and sink his fangs in my tits for everyone to see. But he is far too selfish, I was made for his eyes and his eyes only.

He settles for a “chaste” show, laying a kiss beneath my chin and then pressing his face at my cleavage, inhaling the scent of my body lotion before nibbling at my breast through my dress. His breath smells like vodka-sweet and spicy at once.

“I remember, Cumberbatch saw the whole thing,” he answers, his hands holding my ribs, slightly guiding me to move my body on top of his thigh in ghostlike movements. I am searing hot, my mound feels as if it’s seconds from catching fire. I am certain he can feel it, his blue eyes now hazy and dreamlike as they watch the pink tint that runs through my neck to my cheeks. 

“Fuck me, daddy, I am so horny!”

My whisper comes out as half a cry, weak and desperate. My body is a void, it suffers without his touch, it aches when we’re disjointed. I hope we’ll never stop feeling this way toward one another. 

“Ride me, babygirl.” he urges me, raising his thigh up higher, so I’ll slide down closer. The friction makes me lose sight for a moment. My vision blurs as I throb wet and hot onto him. Good thing his trousers are black, otherwise, everyone would be able to detect the wetness I am leaving on his pants. 

I can’t reject his decree, my body needs him. 

“You like it when they watch, don’t you?” he asks me with a slightly slurred voice. His hands glide down to squeeze my ass, assisting me in dancing on the rock-hard muscle of his leg. I am grinding slow and rough, shifting my weight forward, my right hand reaching his other thigh, clawing at him with growing pleasure.

Everyone is looking at us, I am sure, some embarrassed and perhaps even appalled. How puritan of you Hollywood. These people formed their own religion and hidden sex clubs. But I am convinced many enjoy this facade and discreetly salute us, some probably holding out their cameras.  

I roll my hips up and clench my inner thighs, whimpering as my body begins to tremble.  

It doesn’t matter who is staring while I ride him so passionately, seeking my pleasure with urgency while Henry’s hands support me, saddling my hips and pulling me toward him. We don’t see anyone else. We’re locked into one another, the way we always did, just like when Henry had a girlfriend, when we were “just friends” when I dated that asshole. We’d walk into a room, and it was just me and him, hearts and chest bursting with love.

Every moment we couldn’t have one another was stolen from us, we now fight to own it back.  

“I’d sit you on my face in front of everyone, but I think Gretchen would kill us.” Henry half whispers against my throat and then licks up my neck as I lift my chin to the ceiling with gaping lips. He has his hand between my legs, drawing at my centre and sneaking between the slit of my dress to finish the job. 

“Fuck!” he teases my clit, his middle finger travelling at my seams. My entire existence shudders. The bass of the music blasts through my chest, my eardrums throb, and my eyes see all the colours of the neon at once as my cunt implodes with orgasmic bliss. Henry steals my gasp into his mouth, his hand pressing my cheeks, crushing my mouth with hunger. 

Who could ever hate us for our expression of true love?

I gasp feverishly, holding onto him as if I’m about to fall. Henry’s lips are on my temple and then my cheek. Pressing against me and not moving away. He envelops me in his big arms, a clear statement to all our viewers that I am his and he is mine.  We both move our heads to see who's been sitting next to us this entire time.

Alec Baldwin and Jake Gyllenhaal. They pretend not to stare, at least Alec does. Jake gives us a wide, knowing smile. Everyone else has also been staring as I hear the whispers and gasps. 

“Really? They did that again!?”

We bump our foreheads together and snicker with delight. Like we ever gave a fuck about being caught. It’s not the first time, won’t be the last. We just can’t get our hands off of each other. 

“Better call Gretchen now.” I tell Henry, hanging my arm around his thick neck. 

“Before or after I fuck you in one of the back rooms here?”

#Henry Cavill #Smut #Henry Cavill Smut #Henry Cavill Fic #Henry Cavill x OFC #Henry cavill fanfic #Fanfic #henrycavillsmut #henrycavillfanfic #henrycavillxofc #henrycavillfic

[dross-the-fish]

Art is not effortless

One of the most draining things about drawing for people who are not artists is their tendency to grossly underestimate how much time and effort goes into a good picture. And yes, full transparency, some of this rant was triggered by some entitled anons who show up to bitch about my breakroom doodles but most of it is also about friends and family who think I can just shit on a canvas and have a portrait of grandma ready by the time they finish their hair appointment. No, that's not how it works, if I'm going to make something "nice" then I need my equipment, either my tablet or my paints and pens, several hours to a few days time, and PLENTY OF REFERENCES. You cannot e-mail me one singular, blurry, badly lighted picture you took on your phone of an old scrapbook photo of your grandma at the aquarium in 1992 and expect a full realistic likeness. I'm sorry but bare minimum I need to make out enough detail to tell the difference between her and the giant fish she's standing next too.

"Oh, but Dross! You made that picture of a vampire guy in about 15 minutes! I'm just asking for that but with color and shading!" No, you're not, you're literally not just asking me to color a doodle because the whole process of drawing a "good" portrait is not the same as the one I use on casual sketches. A breakroom doodle takes about 10-15 minutes, 30 if I do it on my lunch break and I put a little more effort into it. It's usually done in my office with whatever pen or pencil I have on hand and no references whatsoever. This is not quality art, it's exactly what it says on the tin, a doodle I did on my break at work. It's not made to be colored and even if I did just color over it, it still wouldn't look as good as my serious pieces. A "good" portrait takes planning and research, I'll hunt out any references I need, maybe even watch a tutorial to get in the right headspace and usually do a few warm-ups or drafts before I make a loose sketch and start painting anything.

The difference between this

and this

Is more than just "color and shading" it's time and energy. Art is not effortless and I really wish more people understood that.

#Personal #rant #art

[threemothsinsweaters]

A list of unusual quirk ideas!

Alright, so I have been collecting unusual quirk ideas for around half a year now - maybe a few months more Now, I’m ready to share the list with the world in case anyone ever needs any inspiration for their fanfics, be it for background characters of fics or maybe used for actual ocs 

All of those ideas are free to use without any credit or anything, but I would appreciate reblogs! ^-^

(If any of them repeat or are written wrongly then I’m sorry, I will try to fix that and edit the post every time I come up with new ideas)

1.Density control

2.Liquid multiplier

3.Heat-level vision

4.Creating objects out of light

5.Radiation

6.Super hearing

7.Entering/moving through electronics

8.Cursing objects

9.Transporting through mirrors

10.Speaking any language

11.Super strength, speed and healing but lost of self-control

12.Wild magic - giving random effects

13.Being able to determine worth of any object by touching it

14.Being able to irritate and annoy someone just by existing

15.Memory manipulation

16.Giving people a disease 

17.Being immune to any sickness

18.Compass - always knows where they are

19.Silence - make someone deaf momentarily

20.Medical intuition - knows what's wrong with the person hurt immediately

21.Never leaves a trail behind, untraceable

22.Reflection - can reflect powers of others at them

23.Survival instincts

24.Changing flesh into plants

25.Perfect imitation of animal noises

26.Killer instincts 

27.Ultimate stamina - can keep going for many hours without the need to take a break

28.Entering people’s dreams

29.Best liar - all lies sound like truth and the person is immune to lie detectors and truth serums

30.Crazy but smart - can come up with a solution to any problem, but the solution is always extremely dangerous and straight-up crazy

31. Making people itchy

32.Doesn’t need oxygen/doesn’t need to breathe to survive

33.Instant artist - able to draw anything with perfect photo-like accuracy extremely fast

34.Emotionless - can turn off feeling emotions 

35.Making all weapons they use stronger

36.Selective hearing - can hear things they want to and completely tune out anything else, even if it's louder than what they want to hear

37.Use senses of animals that are near (see through their eyes, hear what they hear)

38.Turn liquids solid by touch

39.Slow motion vision

40.Voice changer - can change their voice completely

41.Producing huge amounts of energy constantly

42.Draining energy from surrounding them people

43.Improved ability to track down anyone if there’s any scent/hints to follow

44.Perfect aim

45.Hyper-aware of their surroundings

46.Able to operate any vehicle 

47.Able to use any weapon

48.Can confuse people using words

49.Insomnia - they don’t need to sleep and suffer no bad effects from it

50.Ability to feel emotions of others

51.Can see true intentions of anyone they look at

52.Learning a history of an object by touching it

53.Emotion manipulation

54.Ability to eat anything without any bad effects

55.Astral projection - ability to leave the body as a “spirit”

56.Echolocation

57.Ability to overload someone’s mind causing pain, headaches, memory loss

58.Ability to locate any thing they touched in past 24 hours

59.Temporary merging two beings together

60. Pheromone manipulation

61. Skin expansion - creating more skin

62. Bubbles - turning all liquid touched into foam

63. Double jaw like an eel

64. Becoming someone’s shadow and following them around

65. Blood can work like drugs

66. No photos - being blurry on all photographs and in people’s memories

67. Fusion - can fuse with certain objects for short amounts of time

68. Crocodile tears - ability to cry many different choosen liquids and cry whenever they want to (could work well to make people believe their story and stuff)

69. Writing just by touching the paper and thinking about what they want to be written

70. Multi-eyes - let’s the person open “eyes” on any part of their body and see through them

71. Silence - can make everyone around them unable to talk or make any sounds at all

72. Detachable limbs

73. Control of the temperature of air around them

74. Elastic bones

75. Turning into a swarm of insects

76. Ability to sound really convincing

77. Ability to create huge amounts of glitter and sparkling lights out of their hands

78. Fast learner - very fast learner, being able to do a lot of things on the first or second try

79. Ability to shrink things

80. Ability to control all of their body functions fully consciously (hunger, heart-beat, blood flow etc)

81. Ability to change someone’s eyesight/eye structure 

82. Waking up with a completely different temporary ability every time after they go to sleep

83. Control of the growing of nails 84. Control over hair fibers

85. Boiling any liquid with touch

86. Copying any handwriting 

87. Superpower making them unable to die from falling off heights

88. Undestroyable bones

89. Changing the humidity of things/air

90. Skin has the properties of a nettle

91. Ability to lay eggs

92. Ability to make things expire instantly

93. Extended lungs

94. Changing the taste of things  

95. Changing the smell of things

96. Changing colors of things

97. Hibernation - the ability to sleep for really long amounts of time without the need to eat, drink, go to the bathroom or anything in between. 

98. Ability to know people’s worst fears/phobias

99. Ability to copy objects and multiply them

100. Spine extension - having more discs in the spine so the spine is more flexible

101. Ability to know when someone is thinking about them

102. Ability to know if a living being or a human is near them at the moment

103. Ability to know someone’s age instantly 

104. Ability to swap the probability of things happening if the probability is higher than 1% (if something has the 20% chance of happening, swapping it would make 80% - if something has 0.1% of happening the power cannot be used on it. The power, however, does not let the person using it know what the probability of certain things is

105. Ability to make your parents proud

106. Ability to make people sing instead of talking

107. Knowing the phone number of literally everyone they want

108. Real life filters - ability to make things look much nicer than they actually are

109. Ability to predict the exact probability of something happening

110. Immortal soul but mortal body - soul can enter the body even if it’s not actually functioning anymore, body can be “repaired” so it doesn’t fully fall apart

111. Ability to make images/holograms out of smoke (controlling its shape and turning it into images)

112. Ability to make people misspell words and stutter uncontrollably

113. Ability to make all insects around them drop dead instantly

114. Ability to change the direction in which things are moving

115. Eliminating or absorbing light

116.Turning off body functions without actually dying (or at least permanently - mind also still works)

117. Hearing every word someone said in past 24 hours

118. Shift person’s attention at will

119. Activate/deactivate adrenaline at will

120. Blur person’s logical thinking, making them less reasonable

121. Infinite patience

122. Loosen the tension in the air

123. Ability to bite through everything

124. Friction control 

125. Evolution mutation - body changes to adapt to certain situations

126. Ability to generate darkness/make shadows even if there’s strong light

127. Ability to make people see the mistakes they made

128. Ability to change into objects

129. Ability to create spiders that crawl out of the mouth of the person with the power

130. Ability to find the weak points of things

131. Extremely good sense of balance

132. Extra fast reading

133. Ability to make anything they touch glow

134. Becoming indestructible for a few minutes after receiving a fatal injury which could kill them

135. Ability to temporarily turn animals into monsters

136. Ability to sing any song no matter the language nor the difficulty as long as they heard it at least once

137. Fungus - 5 finger contact makes area around the hand grow with many different kinds of fungus, mostly mold but over extended contact bigger mushrooms grow as well

138. Marble statue - ability to turn into a statue without the need to eat/drink/sleep for long amounts of time, but the body structure is pretty weak

139. Ability to make someone allergic to certain things for short amount of time

140. Ability to make things poisonous with touch

141. Everything is cake - ability to make things they touch cake

142. Sharp air - ability to turn air into invisible knives that dissolve the moment they let go of them

143. Cockroach - ability to turn smaller by compressing the mass and turning it into strength, making the user indestructible while in small form

144. Ability to make people trip

145. Ability to make their hands have magnetic effect 

146. Ability to make things spin (even air or water)

147. Ability to know what material something is made out of

148. Ability to make most surfaces reflective

149. Ability to make things half-transparent 

150. Ability to stick things together

151. Ability to make things grow fur

#bnha #mha quirks #bnha quirks #bnha quirk ideas #mha quirk ideas #bnha fanfiction

[ecoamerica]

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