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babydollmarauders · 8 months
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SWISS MISS — MEDIA MANAGEMENT: SUMMER EDITION
y/ndevils00
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y/ndevils00 missed my swiss 🧀 (and got to see his family! it was a win-win!)
tagged nicohischier
trevorzegras YOU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO VISIT YOUR FAMILY!
y/ndevils00 and i did!
trevorzegras for what? a day? before you hopped on a flight to SWITZERLAND?!
y/ndevils00 ehhh more like 8 hours, give or take a few
jackhughes tell cap i say hi!
y/ndevils00 tell him yourself?? expecting me to give him messages from you— tf do i look like, a cell phone?
y/ndevils00 cap says hi back 😒
nicohischier i love having you here, bug ❤️
y/ndevils00 so grateful nina was able to help me surprise you <3
john.marino97 ME NEXT?
y/ndevils00 gimme a reason
john.marino97 because i’m your best friend number 2?
y/ndevils00 ehhh not good enough
john.marino97 because i love you and i miss you and i don’t know if i’ll survive without you until september?
y/ndevils00 did dawgson tell you to say this?
john.marino97 sorry the number you are trying to reach is no longer in service 🫣 🏃🏻
jackhughes i hope you’re having fun, my love! LSH and i miss you ❤️
y/ndevils00 awww you miss me? 🤭 (sap)
jackhughes yeah yeah 🙄 just come home
y/ndevils00
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y/ndevils00 went to a fancy shmancy wedding with Neeks and look who i found!
tagged nicohischier and siegenthaler34
y/ndevils00 my 2nd favorite swiss man! uncle siegs!
lhughes_06 what is this, a devils reunion? without jack and i?!
y/ndevils00 yes! timo is next! so glad you understand 🫶
dawson1417 ARE YOU HAVING FUN, BEST FRIEND (3) ?
y/ndevils00 I AM, BEST FRIEND (1)
dawson1417 i’m so glad! NOW COME VISIT ME NEXT
jackhughes smoke show 😮‍💨🔥💨
y/ndevils00 beloved, please never use those emojis again
jackhughes okay, understood
jackhughes that’s mine! 🔒❤️
y/ndevils00 who? ME?! 🤭
nicohischier thanks for being my plus one! i could’ve done without you telling everyone that i was your “whore on the side” though
y/ndevils00 is that not what you are??
nicohischier no?
y/ndevils00 could’ve sworn that title was in the friendship contract we signed
nicohischier once again, that was an NDA
siegenthaler34 it was lovely seeing you, y/n/n! can’t wait to see you again in September ❤️
y/ndevils00 you’re the sweetest swiss of them all <3
y/ndevils00
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y/ndevils00 is this what timo time really means? i think i love it
tagged tmeier96
lhughes_06 it’s like you guys are twins
lhughes_06 it’s creepy
y/ndevils00 that’s my big brother!
lhughes_06 …he’s not actually though, right?!
y/ndevils00 no? i thought you would’ve known by my lack of accent?
lhughes_06 look, i’m just trying to make sure there’s no risk of my brother getting his ass handed to him
jackhughes do you not have ANY faith in me?!
lhughes_06 @/jackhughes no
jackhughes switzerland, italy, back to michigan now please!
y/ndevils00 i’ll be home tomorrow, honey bun 🤍
jackhughes can’t wait to see you, my little honey nut cheerio
jackhughes “sheesh” - trevor zegras
y/ndevils00 oh.. no…
tmeier96 lovely to be annoyed by you again, little sis!
y/ndevils00 you didn’t expect me to NOT come and celebrate your contract signing, did you?!
tmeier96 well, it certainly wasn’t a possibility i had thought of
tmeier96 but i’m glad you did!
y/ndevils00 nice coverup 🤨
john.marino97 LOOK AT YOU
y/ndevils00 LOOK AT ME
john.marino97 BEAUTIFUL BEST FRIEND
y/ndevils00 THANK YOU BEST FRIEND 🤭
jackhughes back off Maraschino Cherry
y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes just think of John as my gay best friend!
john.marino97 i’m not gay?
y/ndevils00 but you’re also not trying to fuck me <3
john.marino97 very true. you’re not my type
y/ndevils00 BITCH???
nicohischier did you make him sing taylor swift too?
tmeier96 no?
dawson1417 BEST FRIEND YOU’RE GLOWING
y/ndevils00 🇨🇭 AND 🇮🇹 HAVE DONE ME WONDERS
trevorzegras ITALIA ☀️🛵🍝
y/ndevils00 TREVOR 🐀🥱🗣️
trevorzegras i am nothing but nice to you
y/ndevils00 who do you think you’re fooling?
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givemea-dam-break · 10 months
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Not a prompt unless you want it to be, but you’re the only one who will appreciate -
George/Reader (or OC) where Reader is a Database Analyst for Fittes. Enemies to lovers.
Reader dedicates her life to making information more accessible/understandable/traceable and George can begrudgingly accept that. They make appointments with each other to argue over the merits of digitization, tagging systems, etc and if these arguments spill over into meal times, maybe they grab a bite and keep arguing, and oh no does everyone think we’re dating??
Anyways <3
a/n: RAHHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH!!!! i know essentially nothing about technology though so i’ve probably butchered that part of this but i hope you enjoy!!! and thank you to @ikeasupremacy you really helped this go from a 2 page long flop that contained literally fuck all to a 5 page decent piece of work pahaha
warnings: mild language, mild angst words: 2.8K taglist: @neewtmas @locklylemybeloved @aayeroace @gotlostinfiction @waitingforthesunrise @mirrorballdickinson @mischiefmanaged71 @magicandmaybe @wellgoslowly @ettadear gn reader
Nice To Meet You - George Karim
“You know that, on the whole, this will make life way easier for you?”
“Since when do you want to make life easy for me?”
Taking an angry bite out of your sandwich, you say, “I’m not doing this specifically for you, twat. This is quite literally the purpose of my job, so it’s for everyone.”
George Karim sits back in his chair, glaring at you through the green reflections on his glasses. “And what exactly is the benefit of digitalising all of it?”
“Going over this again? Right, well, for one, there’s going to be new computers put into the Archives meaning more people can use them. Have I lost you yet? No? All right. For two, being able to search up what you want in a database is way easier than pacing for hours trying to find an old newspaper that someone might be using already. For three, multiple people can read the same file at the same time. You can’t do that with the musty old paper copies.”
There’s a moment of silence and an air of tension thick enough that you could cut it with a knife. The only sounds beyond George’s annoyed huffs of breath are the jingle of the café’s windchimes and chatter from other customers.
If you had your way, you wouldn’t even be sitting here discussing your plan of action with him, but your supervisor told you that you’d best talk about it to other agencies and their members to see what their thoughts are. Of course, the one time you head to Lockwood and Co. with the intention of speaking to them on purpose, hoping and praying you’d at least be speaking to Anthony Lockwood himself; you were sent off with his second and by far the most infuriating boy in all of London, George Karim. And, well, as you already know, he is a tough nut to crack.
“Why are you so stuck up on physical files, anyways?” you ask. “It’s not like we’re going to burn them on a pyre and force you to use a website. They’ll still be there. It just seems much more convenient to click a few buttons and have what you need.”
“They hold a particularly warm place in my heart,” he says with a hint of sarcasm. “But, fine, okay, life will be made easier for everybody with this new system. So why is it only being implemented now? Smaller agencies could’ve done with this years ago while Fittes and Rotwell and all the big companies have had it this whole time.”
Though you hate it, you can only shrug. “The big companies don’t want to have to compete with the smaller ones.”
“You’re saying this, but you’re working for Fittes, the biggest of the big companies.”
You grip your sandwich harder, pretending it’s George’s throat. “Yes, well, better pay than a smaller company. Some of us don’t get offered a bedroom when being accepted into a job. Besides, as much as I don’t like the big companies making a huge profit off of the Problem, I don’t have a choice. They’re the only ones with the resources I need. And, don’t forget, that’s where you used to work, too.”
Surprisingly, George doesn’t have a quip for that. He takes a thoughtful sip of his tea, glancing out of the café window and onto the busy street just beyond. The sunlight hits the lenses of his glasses in such a way that they shine a reflection down onto the table in front of you.
“So, this would be accessible for everyone?” he asks. “Not just the big agencies and their lackeys.”
“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this to make you believe it, but yes. If that wasn’t the case, I wouldn’t be doing this.”
Quite frankly, you’re not surprised about having to repeat things over and over. Every single conversation you’ve ever had with George, no matter how fleeting or filled with irritation, has seemed like he had the personal mission of finding flaws in everything you do. Holding your rapier wrong – you absolutely did not, if anything, he was holding his wrong. Pronouncing a word wrong once. Taking a moment longer than him to spell a ridiculously long word on a report.
Now is no different. It’s as if you can see the cogs turning in his mind, working overtime trying to find an issue with this plan. But there’s nothing, that much you know from you and your team’s extensive planning and the look of mild horror on his face.
You can’t help the proud smile that parts your lips. “Go on, then, Georgie. Thoughts?”
He gives you a scathing look that only fuels the pride burning in your chest. “I think…”
“Yes?”
“I think that…”
“Carry on. I need to hear you say it.”
“Oh, shut up. I think that it’s a good idea.”
“Hmm? What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”
You’ve never seen such anger in a person’s eyes. “I think that it’s a good idea. Happy?”
“Very. That’s all I needed to hear.”
George opens his mouth to say something, probably something insulting, but a waitress breezes over. She’s a sweet middle-aged lady with a contagious smile that even has him easing up a bit.
With a twinkle in her warm eyes, she asks, “Is there anything else I can get the lovely couple?”
And that does it. If you weren’t so shocked yourself, the horrified expression on George’s face would’ve cracked you up. It looks as if someone stepped on his puppy and then tried to feed it to him. Then, amongst your own disgust, you realise that the expression is at the thought of dating you, and no matter the animosity the two of you share, you can’t help but be a little offended.
“Oh, uh, we’re not –“ You purse your lips. “Nothing else, thanks.”
She leaves momentarily, and your table lapses into an entirely uncomfortable silence. You can’t look at George. He can’t look at you. There’s a weird pit in your stomach. Nausea. Right? Because… Ew.
“I told you we shouldn’t have continued this conversation during my lunch break,” you grumble.
He hums in agreement, finding particular interest in his swirling tea. “We should probably go.”
“Yeah. Yeah, uh, we’ve covered all bases. Of the plan, I mean. Not anything else. The plan. My job.”
But, even still, you’re both sitting. You’re not moving. Why? Maybe you’re paralysed with disgust. Maybe the mere thought of people thinking that the two of you are dating is debilitating. Maybe, maybe, maybe… You’re considering it?
God, no. That’s horrid to even think about.
“I, um, are you heading back to the Archives, too?” you ask.
George takes a moment to respond, as if lost in a daze. “Oh. Yeah – Uh, yeah, I am.”
“Right.”
“Yeah.”
As soon as you stand, George is on his feet, enough money slapped on the table for the two of you, and heading over to the exit. And, well, as much as you want to let him head off on his own, here comes that realisation that it’s a little insulting that he is the one trying to escape so quickly.
What a little prick.
You’re out of the door almost as soon as he is, insistent that you will be the one ahead. Yeah, sure, you’re heading to the same place and could try to be amenable, but will you? God, no. You want him to know that you can leave just as easily and are just as horrified by this prospect of a relationship as he is.
Why wouldn’t he want to date you? Beyond the constant arguments you have, you’ve always figured you’re a pretty decent person. Smart, but not arrogantly so. Friendly. Funny. Good company. Caring. What’s not to like? How dare he be disgusted!
But he seems just as determined to reach the Archives first. It’s only a few corners away, but it feels like a miles-long race between the two of you. But if the prize is your dignity, then to hell with the distance – you’d go actual miles to preserve that, especially against George.
It comes to a halt when you’re forced to wait at traffic lights, unable to even slip across the street before they change from red to green merely because of the amount of coincidentally flooding traffic.
For what feels like hours, you have to stand beside him, listening to him breathe and mutter and tut as if this is the biggest inconvenience in the world. Hey, if he didn’t think a relationship with you was such a horrible idea then this wouldn’t be taking place!
No matter that you think the exact same. You’re allowed to feel like that.
Do you feel like that?
The beeping of the pedestrian crossing jerks you from your thoughts, and you’re rushing across the street before you know it. And, oh, curse his long legs! He’s getting ahead of you.
There’s an anger building up in your chest now, one that probably isn’t fully justified. Perhaps it stems from deep-rooted feelings of inadequacy you’ve not had the mind to think about for a little while now. Or even just out of pure spite of George Karim that has been pulsing through your veins for years now. Why has it been there? Because of him. Because of his incessant need to find flaws in your work and you, and his need to huff at anything you say or do. Like your existence is a bother.
Either way, the anger forms words before you can think to dismantle them. “What’s your issue with me?”
George pauses, near the side of the pavement, with the Archives in clear view behind him. He’s frowning over back you, dark eyes narrowed and bouncing with golden sunlight. Why should someone that hates you so be complimented by the sun? It’s entirely unfair, especially when it’s only blinding you.
“What?”
You stop a foot or two in front of him, panting a little from walking so fast. “What exactly is your problem with me? What did I do to you? Because, far as I know, you’ve hated me ever since we first met.”
The words take a minute to process, and it looks as though he’s trying to figure out some hidden meaning behind them. There’s nothing hard about what you’ve asked. Nothing harder than admit you feel ashamed to have even asked it.
“I don’t –“ George’s frown only deepens, taking complete notice of the frustration on your face.
“Forget I asked,” you say. “It doesn’t matter. Stupid question anyways.”
But, when you start to walk away, a hand on your wrist stops you, pulling you back slightly. When you  look back, George is there, hand wrapped around your arm and staring at it as if it isn’t his own skin on yours. You expect him to pull away, disgusted at the thought of touching you, but his grip only softens slightly.
“I don’t hate you,” he says.
Scoffing, you say, “Yeah, right, and I’m Penelope Fittes. Let go of me.”
And, to his merit, he does. But your feet aren’t cooperating. They won’t move. Why, why, why won’t they move?
“I’ve never hated you,” he murmurs. His gaze is fixed on yours, something you’ve always noticed he’s steered clear of doing, and you feel frozen under it. “Intimidated, yeah.”
“Intimidated?” You roll your eyes. “George, come on. I was trying to be serious, but you’re just making a joke of it.”
The look in his eyes at that moment is a mix of desperation and exasperation. “I am being serious. Do you know how hard it is to be regarded as the smartest person someone’s met, to rely on the intelligence as your only form of worth to people, and then find someone smarter than you?”
Words try to form in your throat, only to crumble like chalk beneath too-strong fingers.
“And I’m sorry it’s made me lash out at you,” he continues. “I know it’s a horrible thing to do, but it’s like my mouth doesn’t want to cooperate with my brain. Truly, I regret how I’ve treated you. You’ve never deserved it.”
Your throat feels thick, and it’s hard to swallow. “Georgie, don’t lie.”
There’s a flicker of a smile on his lips then. “You know I like it when you call me that?”
“You told me you hated it when I call you Georgie,” you say, but it feels like your voice is dwindling.
“I told you that so you’d call me it more,” he admits. “(name), I really, truly have never hated you. And, again, I am so sorry I’ve treated you the way I have. I admire your intelligence and your insistence of sticking up for yourself. I just wish I had started things differently between us.”
The anger is back, burning a hole in your chest. “You’ve had years to tell me this. Why? Why didn’t you?”
He’s breathing rather heavily. “I was scared. I was trying to figure things out – my feelings, your feelings. But, more than anything, I couldn’t bring myself to change from the person you’d begun to see, because what if you hated the real me more than this one you know so well?” Now, his eyes tear away from yours as he stares up at the sky, looking for guidance from some divine being. “Even when you insulted me, I enjoyed it because it was from you. How lucky was I to even be able to speak to you, never mind hear you come up with all these unique names? There are millions of people who have never heard you speak, who have never had the pleasure of speaking to you or will never have it again, and I didn’t even want to chance becoming one of them.”
With that, the flames roaring inside your chest are extinguished. Instead, now, there’s a strange, unfamiliar feeling in your stomach that inches its way up your body and into your mouth, holding your tongue and stopping your ability to speak.
Despite all the quips, the need to find faults in what you do, he has never meant it. How horrible does that make you, saying all of these things to him because that was how you genuinely felt?
Do they count, seeing as they were formed on the basis of a personality that doesn’t truly exist?
Your fingers hurt from tearing at the skin around your nails. “You really think I’m so bad that I wouldn’t like the real you? Georgie, there is no way I wouldn’t have preferred it.”
He laughs at that, and the sound only bolsters this strange feeling in your stomach. Not quite butterflies, but almost. More melancholic. Could you have had the opportunity to hear that laugh for years now? To cherish it the way a person does a memory? The way an artist does a creation?
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell you how sorry I am,” he says, and you swear he inches slightly closer. “About the way I acted. The fact it’s taken me this long to admit this to you. All of it. I don’t expect you to forgive me.”
And you don’t. Not really. Not when it’s left a hollow feeling in your chest, left by the realisation that everything you said was unfounded and cruel and based on a person you had no true conception of. Not when this is how it has been for years between you both. Weeks, you could understand. But years?
There’s a part of you, though, that could potentially forgive him, given the chance. George may be quick to criticise or provide information for something, but he has always kept his emotions at arm’s length, that much even you know. So, for him to come and outright tell you all of this takes insane courage.
Even still, you can’t fully comprehend it all.
“Well,” you say, “you paid for my lunch. So that’s a start.”
He smiles then. A flash of white teeth and an insurgence of unfamiliar fondness in your heart.
“We could restart,” he suggests, pushing his glasses up his nose just so.
Despite the hollowness, you nod and manage a small smile. “I’d like that.”
Not even a second later, his hand is hovering in the air just between you both. “George Karim. Nice to meet you.”
It shouldn’t make your smile grow, it really shouldn’t, but it does.
“(name) (last name),” you say, clutching his hand in yours. “Nice to meet you, too.”
And, somehow, that smile of his, one you’re sure you’ll grow more accustomed to, adds a small piece of filling to the hole in your chest.
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welcometololaland · 6 months
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wip wednesday
y'all - i feel like i've been so fucking annoying lately but i'm here to request one thing of you - give me some juicy snippets to read because i'm finally on top of my shit. and i've always wanted to start wip wednesday (for all i know someone has already started it but don't rain on my parade! let me live in denial) and now i maybe can. This is from ALTA which is (omg) so close to being posted. 10 days. fuck. i'm not ready (i am).
“She’s really gone, isn’t she?” TK asks, his voice breaking as his head remains burrowed into Carlos’ shoulder. He’s stopped shaking now, which Carlos takes to be a good sign, but he’s cried so persistently that the whole front of Carlos’ jacket is wet. 
He pauses, leans back and cups TK’s face in his hands, using his thumbs to brush away a few errant tears. He briefly considers making a passionate speech about TK’s mother being dead but not gone – living on in his heart – but then he decides for pragmatism. He thinks TK will appreciate that more, anyway.
“Yes,” he says simply. “But that doesn’t mean it’s easy to accept.”
TK sniffs, his glazed eyes staring helplessly into Carlos’ own. “What do I do now, Carlos?”
Carlos sighs, brushing away another of TK's tears. “I’m not really sure, TK,” he admits. “But right now, I can take you home. It might be nice to cry somewhere that isn’t your high school computer lab.”
A tiny, hesitant smile appears at the corners of TK’s mouth. “I think my dad will be relieved,” he says. “He keeps asking why I haven’t cried yet, like it's some kind of crime.”
“Well, he’s definitely going to be pleased to see you,” Carlos points out, as TK nods tearfully. 
“Could you— Do you mind coming with me?” TK asks as Carlos steps back and drops his hands. “I don’t really want to be alone and my dad is driving me nuts. My other friends…they wouldn’t understand.”
“I hope they do understand, TK,” Carlos replies solemnly, collecting his books and following TK out of the darkened classroom. “I think everyone will do their best to support you.”
TK makes a non-committal sound as they walk down the empty hall – devoid of students – amplifying the sound of their sneakers on the linoleum. “Not like you,” he says, after a pause. “I know we’ve only been friends for a little bit, but you’re different.”
“Oh yeah?” Carlos asks, pushing open the front doors and following TK down the steps. “In what way?”
TK pauses, looking back up at Carlos as he descends the stairs, a pensive look on his face. “You’re good, Carlos,” he replies simply. “You’re good for me.”
Open tag for anyone to share but also some targeted attacks under the cut (with insane requests, feel free to ignore me)!!!
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epithet-beloved · 7 months
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Hi I'm shimmying in here awkwardly but can we have some ideas for Jericho x Dixon for the 3 starving jerixon fans please
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MEETING HALFWAY
synopsis… Dixon and Jericho both need romance advice, and the only people they can ask are their cellmates, who are coincidentally both terrible at it.
ft. Jericho Felocity, Dixon Roughhouse, Ramsey Murdoch, California Slim, Alcatraz
tags… anime campaign, epithet erased spoilers, Slim and Ramsey give awful romantic advice, pre-relationship, mutual pining, straight up painful pining they are both so oblivious, Dixon sorta has a nervous breakdown
word count… 1284
a/n… this is my first time writing Dixon I hope the fandom approves of me ✧ 🦄
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“Well, at least it’s not Ramsey.”
Was the first thing California Slim said when Jericho told him he had feelings for Dixon.
“Yeah, but what do I say to him?” Jericho was frantically running on his treadmill to blow off some steam, a clear nervous energy about him. In clear contrast to his normal, everyday frantic running on his treadmill. “I’m not really that great at talking. You think he even notices me at all?”
“Oh, don’t listen to Slim, Jeri!” Alcatraz was much more enthusiastic about this matter than the murderer he was attached to, and saw fit to float next to Jericho trying to calm his nerves. “Dixon seems like he’s got a lot to say himself, I’m sure he just appreciates you being a good listener!”
“Yeah,” Slim scoffed, “a lotta crazy bullshit to say.”
The ghost turned to glare at his companion, but with no face, the look of disappointment on his face was left entirely to the imagination.
Jericho, lost in thought about his current dilemma, seemed utterly oblivious to the argument going on behind him. “Yeah, maybe it’s better if I just let him talk. I don’t want him to think I’m weird or anything.” Almost as if to demonstrate his point, the man’s body phased partially through the front of his treadmill whilst he continued to ‘run’ in place as if nothing were wrong.
“Jericho, everyone in this place is goddamn weird. And Dixon’s a nut — guys like him can’t afford to be picky about their company.” Slim just watched his cellmate for a few seconds, then sighed and massaged his temples. Usually, Jericho was an alright guy to bunk with, but sometimes he could be a real headache……. “You sure a relationship in prison could even work? You guys only see each other during lunch time.”
“Don’t listen to him,” Alcatraz quickly said, as he did after pretty much everything Slim told people. “I’m sure you two will find a way! You’re such creative souls!”
“That’s sure a way to put it…..” The actual murderer eventually stood up, finally deciding to do something about his poor friend’s predicament. “C’mon, man, you got yourself all outta sorts.” Thinking it would help somehow, he gave Jericho a hearty slap on the back to try and force him out of the treadmill, but this only created a bigger problem.
“Oh, that’s not good!”
“No fucking shit, Sherlockatraz!” The two unfortunate souls were currently faced with their friend lodged halfway through the cell wall, legs dangling in a janky position. Slim first pressed his ear to the wall, trying to make out if the speed runner was suffocating to death like he did last time. “You breathing in there, dumbass?!”
“Oh,” came Jericho’s voice from the other cell. “Hi Dixon!”
California Slim turned to the ghost with a tired expression. “Never mind. It’s worse than we thought.”
Not like things were going much better in the cell next door before that, anyway.
✧ ✧
“I dunno, I just, I just—“ Dixon was pacing back and forth like the madman Ramsey knew that he was. “I feel like he’s the only one who gets me, but like, what— what if he doesn’t get me? What if he’s an alien? Or a spy? Or— or an alien spy?!”
“Dixon,” started Ramsey, who was laying on his bed like a teenage girl while drawing another commission of a certain inmate’s fursona. “He avoids clipping to the front of the lunch line every day just so he can stand next to you. I’m pretty sure he likes you.”
“But what if he’s just like that with— with everyone?!” From the corner of his eye, Ramsey saw Dixon hunched over with his hands in his hair. If he got any more nervous, he was pretty sure the guy would start pulling his hair out.
“You’re overthinking it.”
“And why shouldn’t I overthink it, man?!” In the split second that Ramsey looked away, Dixon had rushed over to his bunk and was now aggressively shaking the poor rat man by his shoulders. “I finally have the first good chance with a guy in years, he doesn’t treat me li-like I’m crazy, and I could— I could just fuck it all up! ‘Cause crazy fuckin’ Dixon fucks everything up!”
“Hey, hey, relax…..” Worried for his cellmate, Ramsey would slowly raise his hands and place them on the bespectacled man’s shoulders. “None of us ever said that about ya.”
“Slim tells me I’m a nut.”
“Slim’s a dick and he does not speak for us.” Ramsey took a pause to sit up properly, not slouching as he gave his friend a serious look. “Listen, Dixon. My man. If you’re crazy, then so is everyone else in this damn place. And Jericho is the sweetest guy I know, there’s no way in hell he isn’t happy to listen to you. I’m happy to listen to you. So even if stuff doesn’t work out, look at me.”
Dixon, who had stopped shaking, flickered his eyes up from the floor to Ramsey’s face.
“You’ll always have me. We’re buds! I mean it.”
There was a long pause where neither man said anything, and the conspiracy theorist’s eyes resumed darting around the room at high speed. Always thinking, considering, analyzing. Perhaps a bit too much sometimes.
“Y-yeah,” he’d eventually stutter out from between clenched teeth. Finally noticing how tightly he’d been holding Ramsey, he pulled back like he’d just touched a hot stove. “Sorry….” He held one of his wrists and watched his own hand as he flexed it lightly. “Guess I’m just used to all the sorts of stuff….stuff my family—“
A loud crash and the room shaking made both men yelp, interrupting whatever was about to be said in favor of whipping their heads around to the first and last person Dixon was hoping to see.
“Oh, hi Dixon!” An awkward, smiling Jericho was what awaited them, waving with one hand while the other dangled uselessly. Only his upper half graced the room with its presence, the other presumably stuck in his own cell.
“Oh,” Dixon mirrored, suddenly laughing to fill the silence. “Hey! Need, uh…..need some help there?” Shit, he was repeating his words again. Was he weirding him out?
“Nah, I’m alright for now.” Wait, was he worrying him? Now Jericho almost felt bad for showing up. “Just, uh….haven’t talked to you in a while. How’s it been?”
“FINE! I mean uh. Fine!” Dixon lied. “Was just talking…..talking about……”. The man made the mistake of glancing at Ramsey for guidance, who was of no help and instead chose to gawk at Dixon helplessly. “…..alien spies!”
With a conversation hook, Jericho now felt less nervous. He liked it when Dixon talked — it was like the only side quest dialogue in the world he wouldn’t skip. “Wow, I love aliens! Like in Metroid!”
Dixon pointed at Jericho and nodded rapidly, too nervous to do anything but blindly agree and go off of what the other man was saying. “YES, it is exactly like Metroid! You are SO right! Y-you know, it’s kinda like how— how jellyfish are ancient alien parasites that’ll create the zombie uprising!”
“Really? I’d love to be a zombie, because then I’d be the fastest one!”
✧ ✧
“You know, they really are just painful to listen to.”
“Slim, be nice!” Alcatraz chastised. “I for one am glad that they’re bonding! You should stand to be more like them!”
“Mmm, no thanks.” The murderer peeled himself off of the wall and skulked back to his bed. “I’m just glad I’ll get to say I called it when they start dating in a few weeks.”
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Alternative Timeline
So as of yesterday I have been on Tumblr for a YEAR! A WHOLE YEAR being a part of this beautiful wonderful incredible community that we have all built. And it has changed my entire life. I’ve made friends who I hope will be in my life long after we’ve forgotten about these characters and this universe (will we ever though…?). I have crafted and written and collaborated. I have participated in a zine and cobbled together a couple of drabbles. I’ve had so much fun being your unofficial Keeper of the Shameless Timeline, trying to make some kind of sense of season 1 and, more recently, working alongside some of my favourite artists and people to build a whole ass calendar! It’s been the most wonderful year and I’m looking forward to the next! I’m not done doin this thing yet! 
Also, I know I haven’t been active these last couple of months, but I’ve noticed that there are a bunch of new people around these parts. I just wanted to say HI! HELLO! WELCOME!! I’m so glad you’re here! I see you all liking the things people are making and I know everyone appreciates the like, but I’m just gonna ask you to also hit that rb button! People are out here making things! For you! To enjoy! For free! Art and gif sets and fic! They take so much time, and it's so easy to show your appreciation! Just a couple of buttons! You don’t even have to go nuts in the tags (although we love that kind of unhinged behaviour around here). And if you wanna say hi to us, make some friends, I highly encourage it. It was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.
Ok I’ll shut up now. Let’s talk timeline!
I have tried my best to follow the logic, though sometimes there is none, and follow the clues, no matter how few! And I have tried to do it with as little bias as possible.
HOWEVER!
You guys, I have a confession to make.
There is a possible other timeline that season one could follow.
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I do not like it! But, I am here to give you, my precious timeline enthusiasts, the truth! Even if it hurts me. Even if it makes no sense (because it often doesn’t. JW doesn’t believe in time). Even if it takes away the possibility of a Christmas bang and a New Year’s bang, which, truly, would be a tragedy and is the main reason I refuse to follow this other timeline.
Under the cut you will find the second possible timeline. You decide which you prefer, and tell me why! I need well-formed arguments for or against please!
Thank you all for being here with me this year. It hasn’t been an easy one, but you all have made it just a little bit better. I love you all!
Alternative Timeline
Episode 1: Remains the same at November 15, 2010. There is a calendar. Fiona points at it. No disputes here!
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Episode 2: This is where it all could change. Bear with me. There is a possibility that this episode might have taken place on January 28, 2011, over two months after the first episode. Here’s why: Frank gets his cheque the last Friday of the month. In both November and December, the last Friday is a holiday, so this acts with the assumption that this is now January and it’s been 2 months since the first episode. I don’t love this idea because nowhere else in this season do they make such a massive time jump.  A few weeks, maybe, but not two months. This also then changes the entire timeline. No Christmas/New Year’s bang, either. What do you guys think?
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Episode 3: As this episode starts the Thursday following the previous episode when Tony Takes Fiona to his award ceremony, it leaves Tony’s deflowering to have taken place on February 4.
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Episode 4: If I follow the logic of my original calendar which has episode 4 on the same weekend as episode 3, then this means this episode alternatively takes place on February 6th. This actually works quite well with an upcoming event in episode 6. 
Episode 5: I worked a little backwards here. I had to place episode 6 on February 16th, so the only date episode 5 could take place was February 12th-13th, meaning Kev and Vee got married on February 13th in this alternate timeline.
Episode 6: At the beginning of this episode, Carl hands Fiona a note from last Friday and it is now Wednesday. I initially made the assumption that it is Wednesday Dec 15th, however, in this alternative timeline, I’m placing this episode on February 16th. And there is evidence of this date. If you zoom in quite a bit, it’s got a date on it, February 11, 2011, the Friday before February 16th.  But I hate this timeline because it just doesn’t make sense! There is a calendar change in episode 8, two episodes from now! It goes from December to January in that episode. I can get that the calendar is unreliable, but if they’re gonna change it, why change it to the wrong month?? No. I refuse. But anyway. There is evidence.
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This now leaves us three weeks to squeeze in the Bangiversary, Slim Jims, and two episodes of Monica before we get to the last two episodes, which we know for a fact take place on March 18-20th, same as the original timeline. Here is the only way this would work:
Episode 7:  Episode 7 would be on February 18th-19th, making Ian and Mickey’s Bangiversary February 19th, getting rid of the possibility of a Christmas and New Year’s bang. Also, speeding up their entire first bit of their young relationship. We just went from a possible two months of secret fucking before Mickey was arrested to a mere two weeks? No! I don’t like it!!
Episode 8: This puts SlimJims and Milkovich-Ian Sandwich on February 25th-27th.
Episode 9: Frank would call Monica on March 5th and, she’d would show up around March 6th. That same night, Mickey is arrested. 
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Episode 10: On March 7th, Ian finds out he’s not Frank’s son and Monica abandons her children again.
Episodes 11 & 12: Remain the same. We know they take place on the Friday-Sunday after St. Patrick’s day.
I will admit, there is an elegance to the end here with the Karen storyline. In the original timeline, if she goes to the ball with her dad on February 21st, and then goes emo child on March 18th, about three weeks later. That doesn’t really fit, either. However, I could be convinced to move the entire Monica saga down so that it all happens in March instead of February. This could work actually. (Yes you are reading me figuring this out in real time, folks!)
WAIT!!! WHAT IF we have an alternative-alternative timeline?? And it looks like this:
We ignore the weird Carl teacher’s note thing from episode 6, and we keep episodes 1-8 the same as is in the original timeline, giving us the very, very important Christmas and New Year’s bang as well as more than two weeks of secret fucking, while episodes 9-12 look more like this second timeline, making the Karen storyline make more sense. Oh I think I like this!
Here are some visuals:
OG Timeline:
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Timeline 2.0
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Timeline 3.0
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WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK?? Does anyone have opinions? Do we still care?? Did we ever…?
There you have it folks! Season One all tied up in…a really messy Gordian knot. I hope you enjoyed this journey as much as I have! On to season two! (I promise I won’t take a whole year this time!)
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Hello new users!  I know everyone is making these posts, but I’m just gonna add my two cents, especially if you’re a writer/reader:
Writers:
1. Tag your shit properly.  If there are trigger warnings in your fic, you better fucking tag them.  Don’t censor the trigger word either.  I’m sure you’ve seen it going around on many posts but you censoring the word makes it hard for users to blacklist stuff.  Same goes for “x reader” or “x oc”.  You better fucking tag that
2. You can asks for prompts!  It’s a great way to connect with people and get your writing out there!
3. If you have certain fandoms that you write for, you can make a pinned post listing what fandoms you write for, what type of fics/prompts you’re willing to write and what you’re not willing to write.  Writing this out makes it easy for people to see what’s okay and what’s not okay to send you prompt wise.  You can use my pinned post as an example: ☆゚・:*:・。★゚ FANDOMS, OTPS AND TROPES ★。・:*:・゚☆
4. Reblog prompt lists!  Prompt lists are a great way for you to get your brain juices flowing if you don’t want to have to think of prompts for yourself!  (Just note that even if you reblog prompt lists, people might not send you prompts.  Don’t take it personally)
5. Reblog questions/asks games about fanfiction/writing!  If you love talking about your works as much as I do, these ask games are a great way to talk about your fics and again, interact with your mutuals (Again, just note that even if you reblog these games, people might not send you asks/questions.  Don’t take it personally)
6. If you see someone else have the same idea as you for a fic, that’s okay!  Go ahead and write your fic anyways the way you want to.  It’s your fic and you’re not stealing anyone else’s spotlight for liking an idea and wanting to write about it.  If people send you hate for it, just delete it or block them.  That’s a them problem, not a you problem
7. Easy way for people to find your writing is if you use a tag like “nickname or username writes”.  I use “sass writes” that goes on every prompt/fic that I’ve written so that it’s easy for people to find your fics within your blog
8. Make a masterlist of all the fics you write!  That way they’re all in one place and again, it makes it easy for people to find your work and not have to scroll endlessly through your blog (it helps if you reblog the masterlist every now and then whenever you update it.  I’d say reblog it after every couple of fics posted, just so that your mutuals know that “oh hey, more fics have been posted”)
9. Follow other writers!  Get to be their friends!  We’re all really nice here and we want to encourage your writing!  Bouncing off ideas with other writers is literally the best thing ever!
10. It’s okay to reblog your own work!  Lots of us live in different time zones so reblogging your work is great for those of us who didn’t get to see your work when you originally posted it.  And you’re allowed to reblog your own work as many times as you want, it’s your blog, go fucking nuts
11. If you have an AO3 account, cross post your work!  If you answer tumblr prompts here, post them over on AO3 so your AO3 readers can enjoy them and if you post works over there, cross-post your works here so that your followers can reblog/like your work and go check it out.  AO3 has a “tumblr” button whenever you click “share” so it allows cross-posting!
12. If you have an on-going series that you’re posting here, ask people if they’d like to be added to a tag list so that they can be notified every time you post a new chapter
Readers:
13. Unless the writer asks for concrit or feedback on their fics, DO NOT fucking give it to them.  If they didn’t ask, don’t say it.  If you wouldn’t say it to a person irl, don’t say it to a person online.  This isn’t English class.  We’re not asking you to peer review our work and make comments about it
14. Writers do, however, love receiving comments, so feel free to scream in the tags about our fics, scream about it in the replies, or even send us asks and give a whole ass book report.  We love book reports on our fics so don’t be afraid to send us some.  And even if you don’t know what to comment, commenting an emoji or an “I like this” is enough.  We promise you, there’s no right or wrong way to comment your love for a fic
15. Many other creators have said this but REBLOG OUR WORKS.  It means a lot to us writers to know that people enjoy our work and want to keep it on their blog.  Liking our fic is fine, but we prefer reblogs (but we’re not gonna get up in arms about it if you don’t.  Some do, some don’t.  I’m one of the people who don’t)
16. Same rule that applies to AO3 writers applies to writers on here: we do not harass an author about chapter updates.  We don’t do that.  For many of us, writing is a hobby, not a full time job.  So please be patient with us if we’re answering prompts or working on new chapters.  Harassment will only either get you blocked or have the chapters delayed because of the constant nagging
17. If you want to send a prompt to your favorite author, you don’t have to send it with your blog attached!  Sending it via anonymous is a-okay.  If it helps, you can sign off with a little emoji and it sort of becomes like your thing, especially if the author you send asks to has a tagging system (like I do) where they tag their anons with a special tag. It makes you feel connected and special with the person you’re interacting with
General Rules:
18. DO NOT TOUCH A WRITER’S WORK.  DO NOT REPOST/RETOUCH OUR WORKS OR ON GOD WE ARE NOT GOING TO BE HAPPY.  DO NOT TOUCH A CC’S WORK EITHER, GIF MAKERS AND ARTISTS ESPECIALLY.  WE WORK HARD AND SOMETIMES SPEND HOURS ON OUR CRAFT AND IF YOU REPOST OUR WORKS, YOU WILL GET BLOCKED.  BY A LOT OF PEOPLE.  BECAUSE WE WILL GO AND TELL OTHER CREATORS WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND HAVE THEM BLOCK YOU.  SO IF YOU DON’T WANT THAT, DON’T REPOST/RETOUCH OUR SHIT.  AND FOR THE LOVE OF FUCKING GOD, DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE PUT OUR SHIT INTO AI.  YOU WILL LOSE YOUR PRIVILEGES TO ALL FORMS OF ART IF YOU FUCKING DO THAT.  SO DON’T EVEN FUCKING THINK ABOUT IT
19. And finally DO NOT TAG YOUR ANTI STUFF WITH THE SHIP TAG.  If you’re against a ship or a pairing or whatever, make sure you put “anti-” before whatever ship or pairing you’re talking about.  Do NOT clog the tag with your negativity or you will get blocked.  We’re all just trying to have a good time here so please don’t make other people’s experience shitty by you not knowing how to properly tag your discourse/dislike of a ship/pairing
Anyways, have a great time here, we’re all really nice and we all want you to thrive!  If you have any questions, feel free to ask!
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seven sentence sunday
i've been sitting on so many tags like so many nuts stored in my lil squirrel cheek for a week now so this time i'm getting a head start!
tagged by @capseycartwright @mellaithwen @adamsparirsh @queerpanikkar @harryshousemp3 @probieeddie @oatflatwhite thank u<333
They set off down the sidewalk, and Eddie takes Buck’s hand and threads their fingers together. Buck looks at him, questioning, and Eddie shrugs.
“Making it real, right?” he asks. “If I was dating someone for real, walking through the city on a nice day like this? I’m pretty sure I’d hold their—hold his hand,” Eddie says. “And besides, the wedding people can still see us.”
“Oh, so I’m getting the full Eddie Diaz date treatment, huh?” Buck asks, bumping his shoulder against Eddie’s.
“Isn’t that why you brought me here?” Eddie asks.
“I suppose it is,” Buck says. Then he grins. “Shame you don’t have back pockets.”
“Don’t tell me that’s your move,” Eddie groans. “God, that’s so—did Maddie raise you purely on eighties romcoms or something?” 
“I’ll have you know it’s highly appreciated,” Buck says. “Maybe you’re just judgemental because no one's ever done it to you.” 
“Yeah,” Eddie says, huffing a laugh. “Must be.” 
“Maybe I’ll show you sometime,” Buck says before he can think better of it, then stops in his tracks. “I mean—”
But Eddie just tugs on Buck’s hand to get him moving again. “Maybe,” he agrees, and Buck really doesn’t know what to do with that. 
no this isn't seven sentences no i don't care<3
tagging everyone who tagged me and @hattalove @rarakiplin @probieravi @thatbuddie @renecdote @homerforsure @trippedandfell @messyhairdiaz hiiiiiiiiiii
fake dating fic my belo(v|ath)ed perhaps tomorrow i will finish u
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Can’t say all or even ANY of my KinnPorsche feelings because I have too many of them but for people who’re here from my background info post (blows u a million kisses). Here are some KinnPorsche FAQs based on tags from that post.
Q: I don’t care if any of that post is true, I want to believe!
A: Don’t gotta take it on faith, bro!!! Check back, I added sources! It’s true! And my sources are only a fraction of the available behind the scenes material and interviews that talk about the process and the actors and the studio. There is soooo much cool background info!! Go nuts!!
Q: Okay, so it’s true, except that Mile didn’t have a crush on Apo, you’re exaggerating.
A: Mile didn’t specifically remember the hot guy from his college/gym who looked like his favorite childhood TV character and had beautiful eyes for 10 years and then tell everyone about it at every opportunity for you to doubt him like this. 😔
Q: I’m fascinated, where do I watch KinnPorsche? Can I pirate it?
A: Look, I know it’s not the fun answer, and I am usually pro-theft, but I am really encouraging you guys to just get an iQiyi account for a month. You can watch the full show within that time easy, it’s only $9USD, and you can watch it in sexy sexy 1080p. And if you’ve got buds who are interested you can do what I did and pay $10 instead and go splitsies with 3 other people! You just learned all about how it got made, and how hard the people who made it worked to make it a good show and a good experience. I think that a way to get more shows like that made (either by Mile & BOC, or elsewhere in the industry!) is to show you’re willing to support them if you can. If you can’t, I’m sure there’s links floating around, but I hope if it’s possible, you’ll give ‘em some walking around money. (No matter how you get it, remember to watch the “La Forte” version, not the TV cut, unless you want it censored!)
Okay I’m back to being a pile of goo. I love them, your honor. Bye.
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So @beammeupbroadway tagged me (well, technically my alt, but still) to list my 9 favorite movies in order of release and I’m a low-key film nut so of course I was going to love putting this together. Took me a half an hour to narrow down my favs and honestly some of these were a total toss-up I could’ve easily have expanded this list into a top 20.
Honorable mentions include but are not limited to: Casablanca, Psycho, The Godfather, Rocky, Forrest Gump, Ratatouille, The Replacements, Miracle, The Mummy, Into the Spiderverse, Spiderman 3 (yeah I love the Sam Raimi flicks bite me), Spirit: Stallion of the Cimmaron, Everything Everywhere All at Once, and the New York Giants 2007 World Championship Celebration DVD
Tagging @callmeguacamole @holybatgirlz and anyone else who wants to do it but seriously movies make me smile
Explanation for my picks under the cut!
To Kill a Mockingbird (1962)
This is mostly stemming from the fact that I adore the source material, which I read in 8th grade and still remember very vividly, but this is also a prime example of how to perfectly adapt a movie from another source. The changes, if there even were changes, are minor or additive to the overall experience, and what was strong about the original book is still retained through the excellent performances of the movie’s leads (especially Gregory Peck bc DAMN there’s a reason that man is one of the greatest American actors of all time). I haven’t seen this movie in a while but the fact that the story of it is more pertinent and timely than ever makes me want to give it a rewatch. If you haven’t watched it because you listen to it’s detractors on social media say dumb stuff, ignore them and watch it. Or at the very least read the original, because the original is SUCH a fucking good novel.
Jaws (1975)
Y’all ever have those movies where the movie itself is good but the way they had to go about making the damn thing is just as, if not more interesting? That’s Jaws for me. Seriously, look up some of the documentaries they made on just how fucking bonkers the production for this movie was. Nothing worked, the crew all hated Spielberg, they were like 100 days over schedule, no one expected this movie to actually do well. Well, suffice to say that this movie basically created the modern blockbuster as we know it and was briefly the highest grossing movie of all time, so yeah, I think it did well. If you want to watch what I would consider one of the best horror movies every made, watch Jaws. It’s a movie basically carried by 3 men and a boat but HOT DAMN, do they carry this fucking movie. 
The Princess Bride (1987)
The Princess Bride is the first movie I ever saw out of these 9. When I was a kid I definitely didn’t really get the appeal and a lot of concepts it was trying to convey went right over my head, so if you’re reading this and experienced something similar, I recommend watching it again. There’s a reason this movie hasn’t been remade yet despite the slew of remakes/reimagining coming out of Hollywood these days: it is honestly a perfect story. There is literally no way to improve upon it. The formatting is excellent, the actors are all perfectly casted (RIP Andre the Giant you found those horses so well) and the arcs everyone goes through are just...so good. It’s just a timeless story that doesn’t need to be remade and retold, and the fact that an iconic line/joke/meme has come out of at least every single scene in this movie is a testimony to that. Out of this entire list, this is the one movie I’ll force people to watch on the spot if they haven’t already. It’s that good.
Titanic (1997)
Fuck the haters, this movie is great. I’m sorry, but as someone who really does not like sweeping romance films bc I think they’re corny and dumb, I unabashedly love this movie and I will always watch it at least once when it cycles back onto Netflix. It’s probably because they play the melodrama up in such an overblown yet still kinda believable way while at the same time keeping an insane amount of the historical accuracy and attention to detail. It’s one of those movies where you can rewatch and always pick out something you haven’t seen before or another bit of trivia you never noticed.  You can watch this Lindsay Ellis video to learn more about why this film is actually better than the haters claim it is. 
Remember the Titans (2000)
Look. Is this movie perfect? No. Does this movie embellish a lot of the real-life story it’s based on? Yes. Does this movie water down race relations in the 1970′s American South to a story that’s easily palatable for white audiences? Yes. Do I care? IDFK man, but all I know when Yoast tells the defense that they’re going to “BLITZ! ALL! NIGHT!” and in doing so sacrifices his reputation and personal glory for the sake of his players? Man, I feel that in my fucking soul. I revisit this movie every so often because for as corny and cheesy as it is, it is a really well done corny and cheesy sports flick that tells the story it needs to tell. Also, having a 20 year old Ryan Gosling running around in the background helps.
The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003)
Out of all the movies on this list, this is probably the one I’ve watched the most. That’s mostly due to this being my brother’s favorite movie, and his go-to pick to watch when we did roadtrips as children, so I’ve probably seen this movie at least 20 times (and I don’t think I’ve ever seen the theatrical cut either-- we owned the special editions and I think that’s the only version I’ve ever watched). But yeah, there’s a reason this movie swept the Oscars the year it came out lol. For a movie that’s going on twenty years old the technical stuff and effects in it are still frighteningly impressive, and the writing and directing is so fucking tight on this thing holy shit. There was a time that my brother Sam and I could quote Aragorn’s entire speech at the Black Gates LINE BY LINE at the drop of a hat. I really didn’t like this movie growing up because I was like 6 when it came out and it was so violent, but now? Yeah this movie fucking rocks. 
The Princess and the Frog (2009)
Fuck the haters, this movie is great (part II). This movie got a lot of stupid bullshit flack for a number of reasons, mostly for having a black princess and for being a hand-drawn animated film in a world where 3D animation was slowly becoming more popular, but this movie is still my favorite Disney princess movie and nothing will ever change that. The animation is gorgeous, the characters are lovable, the music is SEVERELY underrated for how good it is, and the 1920′s New Orleans setting is a perfect place to put a reimagined version of this story tbh. It’s ridiculous that Disney is only now giving this movie it’s due with rides and theming at it’s parks because it’s ALWAYS been an amazing film and has been unnecessarily shat upon for the past dozen years.
Creed (2015)
As a lot of my friends and some of the people on this website know, I’m a massive fan of sports movies and seeing what makes a particular sports movie work when it incorporates one sport over another. That being said, I’m a much bigger fan of boxing movies than I am of actual irl boxing. Rocky is probably the quintessential sports movie, but restarring Sly Stallone with Michael B. Jordan playing the son of his dead best friend was just...ugh. The themes of legacy? Family? Balancing the fragility of life and death and how you can still choose to honor both? Rocky needed to be in this film for it to work, and MBJ bounces off of him so well to make just a perfect followup to a franchise that honestly didn’t really need to be continued like this. I’ll touch on the fight scenes of another movie a few entries down but the fight scenes in Creed really don’t get enough credit for how visceral they are (especially that long take fight against Leo I STILL rewatch that scene). And also, “Fighting Stronger” is such a good song and the scene it’s in still plays in my head on fucking loop I love this movie so much y’all.
John Wick: Chapter 3 - Parabellum (2019)
Oh Keanu. As someone who’s seen a good 3/4s of his filmography, I have beared witness to some surprisingly good movies (The Replacements, Henry’s Crime), some unsurprisingly awful movies (Sweet November, Knock Knock), and some “this movie is so batshit fucking stupid that I kinda can’t help but love it” movies (47 Ronin, Johnny Mnemonic). But of all his films, I still think the John Wick movies are still some of his best work. I personally know that the first John Wick from 2014 is the better movie, but I’m sorry, JW3 is my current favorite of the series so far, and that’s saying a lot considering series fatigue is definitely a thing. Fun and flashy fights, gorgeous cinematography (the neon-catholic angel/devil aesthetic for this movie still makes me froth at the mouth), and worldbuilding that isn’t as extreme as the last movie but still shifts everything around so you don’t know how the next movie is going to go given the choices John and his allies make in this film. I’m so beyond excited for John Wick 4 y’al have no idea give it to me now Stahelski before I die
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I posted 1,284 times in 2022
129 posts created (10%)
1,155 posts reblogged (90%)
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@haberdashing
@tazmiilly
@youarentreadingthis
@heibon-hiroo
@feferipeixes
I tagged 1,199 of my posts in 2022
Only 7% of my posts had no tags
#mother 3 - 228 posts
#shuuenpro - 201 posts
#lucas - 175 posts
#gravity falls - 124 posts
#puella magi madoka magica - 106 posts
#lol - 99 posts
#dipper pines - 90 posts
#pokemon - 82 posts
#claus - 81 posts
#c-ta - 68 posts
Longest Tag: 108 characters
#marina's first two albums plus her unreleased old stuff were so fundamental to me in high school and college
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
You don’t know when it happened, but at some point, you forgot to continue being human.
Your sister is waving at you from across the room. A blink, and now she’s standing over you, snapping to break you out of your thousand-yard stare. There’s a pounding in your head -- in the walls, in the air, in the thoughts and feelings of everyone in the house. You shake your head before giving her a toothy smile.
“Sure, I can <do the dishes> <fix the sink> <unclog the toilet>. For a price.”
It started as a joke, but now it feels too good to give up. It’s a thrill, and she doesn’t mind. She knows what you are now. Maybe even better than you do. Because while you’re sitting there pretending, she’s putting on a brave face for the both of you.
There comes a day when you stop getting up to do the dishes by hand. There comes a day when you simply snap your fingers, and the sink is fixed. You can’t be bothered to get the toilet plunger out when she asks, because that kind of stuff isn’t as fun as it used to be. Now your interests lie in something bigger.
It crawls across your consciousness like a bug ready to be squashed. There are people out there calling your name, and for some reason you want to answer. It’s easy to get lost in the crowd of voices because they’re all saying the same thing: we need you, you’re important, you can do things that we can’t -- and it’s incredible because it’s true. You’ve always been like this, right? More powerful. More important. Bigger.
She can see this happening, and she says she doesn’t mind, but when your laughter dies out one beat faster than hers, when you forget for a minute how to hold a dinner knife, when you’re late for your shared birthday party, it lingers. The thought that’s been growing ever since that fateful day in August.
Any day now, the human blood in you will run stale, and the scariest thing is that you won’t even notice.
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#4
girl help my ovaries are so big and active and i’m being chosen by the hive to ascend to queenhood
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#3
It's 5am, I'm tired, I saw the manscaped ad with the razor being held against two tennis balls and I thought it was a gun. Just thought this guy was holding up a gun to his tennis balls. As if to say, "is your sack too hairy? Fucking obliterate it." I'm getting an orchiectomy at the local crate & barrel. I'm performing MMA on my massive nuts in public. I'm transitioning because the thought of shaving down there is too much. Tumblr if you don't let me blaze this post you're cowards
308 notes - Posted May 23, 2022
#2
RB this immediately if you think Shrek should ascend to heaven. every second you wait inflicts more stigmata wounds on his onion flesh
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My #1 post of 2022
oh? Oh hi mutual. Havent seen you in a couple of days *slams drink down on the counter* no. no its fine that you reblogged that picture of SpongeBob ice skating into some electric wires from someone else. I mean I did reblog it specifically bc I thought youd relate to its juxtaposition of childlike freedom with the harsh realities of a postindustrial world. And i i thought maybe we'd bond over that at a little coffee shop, maybe split a cheese danish, and ill dry your tears when you tell me again how your boyfriend was in the studio audience the day that nickelodeon tested out a new SlimeTM recipe and youll always hear his screams in your nightmares. That sort of thing. But it's fine. Doesn't bother me at all that you're better friends with this other pastel goth bitch blog who tf cares. Im gonna go download clippy the Microsoft Office assistant and torture him by asking him questions he is too outdated to understand. Later dude hope you unfollow everyone except me
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forlornmelody · 2 years
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10 songs tag
Tagged by @samfishers, @natsora, and @bardofheartdive. Thanks, everyone! Sorry it took me so long to get around to this.
Rules: List ten songs that you really like, each by a different artist, and tag ten people.
Tagging:@theheroofoakvale​ and @commanderduckling​, if you want to play.
So, I’m really bad at picking favorites, so here’s ten songs I’ve been obsessed with lately:
(Also, there’s lyric snipets and commentary included so it gets kind of long.)
1) T.G.I.F by K.Flay
The world is owned by maniacs so I'm making art I'm going hard, I'm taking names Acting insane, breaking guitars The world it don't take prisoners, so I'm going wild I'm acting up, 'cause I got sick Of fucking faking my smile
This is my weekend anthem. My work week (for the day job anyway) usually ends on Thursday, so I’ll listen to it then as I make my lunch for work.
2) You’re Gonna Go Far Kid by The Offspring
With a thousand lies and a good disguise Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes When you walk away, nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their livesNow dance, fucker, dance, he never had a chance And no one even knew, it was really only you So dance, fucker, dance, I never had a chance It was really only you
While I didn’t last long in a certain Jason Todd server, they did introduce me to some good Jason-inspired playlists, and of one of my favorite Offspring songs. This is a great song for getting in the mood for writing, or if I had a rough day at work. Also, the music video for this is a fucking trip.
3) Mad Hatter by Melanie Martinez
I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad The craziest friend that you've ever had You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong Over the bend, entirely bonkers You like me best when I'm off my rocker Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed So what if I'm crazy? The best people are All the best people are crazy All the best people are
If there was a song to describe Alice from Batwoman, it would be this one. Really hoping she comes back next season. Also describes me and my friends.
4) Die Young by grandson
They told me to get my head out of the clouds Now we getting wild in the crowd I'll be headed where I never was allowed Until my time is up, up, up
They laugh at you then call you a criminal The real message is subliminal The coming revolution will be digital Let's burn it down and light it up, up, up, up
You know how Morinth describes a band’s music as slithering under your skin? That song does it to me .I think this also came from a Jason Todd playlist. 
5) Bury A Friend by Billie Eilish
Your talk'll be somethin' that shouldn't be said out loud Honestly, I thought that I would be dead by now (Wow) Callin' security, keepin' my head held down Bury the hatchet or bury your friend right nowFor the debt I owe, gotta sell my soul 'Cause I can't say no, no, I can't say no Then my limbs all froze and my eyes won't close And I can't say no, I can't say no
I love this song so much it inspired the sequel to Three Robins Rose Has Kissed And The One Who Kissed Back
Jeebus, it’s only been five songs so far?
6) Seize The Power by Yonaka
“Give me a rule and I'll break it, your conscience needs a shaking I've been here before, I know the mistakes you'll be making Forget the past, it's over, forget being the joker Let 'em know that you're home and you're in control.”
I’m not even sure how I found this song, but I’m obsessed. 
7) So Human Of You by Shireen
“Ooh, you think a person needs to be broken so that's what you do You think it's all right to be cruel it's so human of you”
An anthem for my fellow voidpunk enthusiasts. 
8) Self-Destructor by Chevelle
“Well, it's too much to lose Ooh, it's time for self-destruct They don't care what the science says They don't wanna talk, no”
So Chevelle penned this song before COVID, but man isn’t it prophetic? 
9) Problem by Natalia Kills
“We're rock bottom But there ain't no stopping 'Cause its you and me against the worldI'm your dream girl This is real love But you know what they say about me...”
Makes me think of both PamPam and Rose. Not in the same ship *cough* 
10) Boyfriend by Dove Cameron 
“I could be such a gentleman Plus all my clothes would fit”
I know these songs are so cliche in queer lady circles, but listen, this song takes the cake. The James Bond vibes? I shazamed this shit so fast the app didn’t even recognize it at first. 
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POV: you bully some nerd named hajime and a whole class of ultimates shows up at your classroom
half of them are going to Beat you to death and half of them are ready to annoy the living shit out of you once you’re healed up (if you heal up at all that is)
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claraswritings · 2 years
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I Was Meant To Love You- HEAVY SPOILERS
NOTE: This fic contains SPOILERS. If you have not seen No Way Home and don’t want SPOILERS, this is your FINAL SPOILER WARNING. I have tagged NWH Spoilers, if you haven’t blacklisted that, do not come moaning at me. You go into the tags at your own choice.
Notes: THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO HAS LEFT COMMENTS, LIKED, SHARED, I LOVE YOU ALL 🥰
This can be a sequel/epilogue to I Was Meant To Know You
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (Andrew Garfield Peter/Peter 3/ TASM Peter)
Warnings: OBVIOUS SPOILERS. Unbeta’d and written on my lunch hour
Tags: @snixx2088 @awesomemikaus @sheridans-dynamos @vx-vexedvixen @ancailinaerach
When you’d opened your eyes next, you were flat on your back, the sunlight flickering through the clouds and causing you to shield your eyes.
“Are you okay, hon,” a middle aged woman with shockingly purple lipstick was leaning over you “Did you slip? Do you need me to call someone?”
You sat up. “I think I’m okay… I just,” your eyes flickered over your surroundings trying to see if it worked. “fainted…”
As you slowly began to piece things together, you could remember the battle, you could remember three Peter Parker’s and you could remember your request to Dr Strange. If you could remember what happened that meant…it had worked right?
But if it had worked where was this universes Peter.
“My…friend… he was…” you paused. You couldn’t exactly say ‘dressed like Spider-Man’ without this woman thinking you were completely insane. You stopped yourself before you could continue. “Going to get us some sandwiches…I was hungry and that’s why I…”
The woman didn’t look convinced but let you go “If you’re sure hon,”
You nodded, a little too quickly. A slight headache was stirring and you made a mental note to get some aspirin as your first thing to do in this new world.
***
You walked the streets of New York for hours, feeling weirdly like a visitor in a city you knew too well. Everything, nearly everything, was familiar but you felt like every person knew you were out of place.
Where the hell was Peter.
You’d headed to the Empire State Building and , craned your head upward for a glimpse of him, whilst the tourists admired the outward view. You considered going to the street his Aunt lived on but didn’t think it would be fair to spring “I’m your nephews friend from the multiverse,” on the woman. You could have told a white lie, told her you were a friend from his photography job or a fellow research assistant at his other job but again, a lie wasn’t how you wanted your new life to start.
As you roamed the streets, you noticed a “Spider-Man: Menace or Threat” sticker plastered to a lamppost and took care to peel it off, despite the looks of passers by.
Jameson was still a conspiracy nut in this universe. Some things will never change.
***
It was late into the evening when you found him not far from Grand Central Station. You’d been about to give up for the night and turn into a hotel room you’d booked, and first thought you’d head to see if there was a the same cafe here as you used to frequent.
“[Name],” His voice called out to you and instantly, your heart lifted and you turned to the source of the noise.
He dropped from a nearby fire escape, a drinks holder in one hand, they sloshed a little as he jogged over to you. He was in his civilian clothes, dark jeans, a checked shirt and a green overcoat, mask no doubt tucked in a pocket and suit likely under his everyday wear.
“Peter!” Your face lit up and you ran to meet him, throwing your arms around him in a tight hug. He returned it, holding you in close with his free arm and feeling like he should savour every thing about you, from your perfume to the way you stood on tiptoes to hug him properly.
“God it’s so good to see you” It had been hours but you felt like it had been too long. How could you hate being away from someone you didn’t know existed until a day ago. “Where were you?”
“When I…came back, I was at home rather than with you and…” he hesitated “I worried you wouldn’t remember me, and didn’t want you think I was a creep” he said into your hair
You let out a loud laugh as you separated and he found himself smiling at the sound.
“That spell was restricted to my universe,” Pausing, you zipped your coat up and tucked your hands into your pocket “Or rather…my old universe, how’d you find me?”
“I’ve been… watching you most of the day, just wanted to make sure you were okay until I could say hi,” Peter stopped when he realised you were biting your lip. He used one arm to swing around on one of the lampposts on the city street.
“Sorry… is that weird?” He stopped moving and looked down at you, brown eyes looking into yours.
You shook your head. “No…it’s actually kinda sweet,”
“I’d have came over sooner but I… didn’t know how the” he gestured.
“Peter it’s fine” you reassured him, reaching out a hand to squeeze his forearm gently. “I get it” The simplest of gestures was like a wave of relief to him and he could barely believe it had worked and that you were actually here in his universe, in his world, standing within touching distance with no immediate threat of being pulled back from him.
He could spend the rest of his life in this moment.
“I was going to…I figured you’d head for that cafe…after you went to Grand Central…I just wanted to wait until there was less people incase yknow” he averted his eyes and scratched his neck. “I…uh, I remember what you said about going here,”
You recalled your conversation with him on the rooftop in your old universe. If you had a place you went to, you’d told him you like Grand Central Station.
He’d asked if it was people watching that brought you there, and with an embarrassed shrug, you’d confided that, sometimes…but a lot of the time, it was for the stars on the ceiling.
“I, Erm, i got you this,” he offered one of the takeaway cups from the holder, it was printed with a logo you didn’t recognise “That cafe you like… it doesn’t exist here but…” he ran his free hand through his hair before waving it generally at your cup. “hopefully the one that does exist is okay”
You took a long sip. “Thank you” It tasted of marshmallows, chocolate and cream and you wondered if it was better than the one before or if it was just the company you were in. “It’s good… it’s really good,” you smiled. “It’s better.”
“You…wanna do something? Or nothing…”
“Either works,” you agreed. “We can go for a walk, that’s something…and nothing” He could tell by your eyes you were teasing.
“I…uh…already had an idea……I mean if you’d like… but, we’d have to swing there,”
You looked a little wary
“Come on, I promise you’ll be safe, I have super strength just hold on,”
***
“How do you not throw up doing that” you clutched the railing once you’d landed atop the bridge. Despite the fact your feet were firmly planted back on solid ground, you still felt a little like you were free falling on the worlds craziest rollercoaster.
“You get used to it,” He unmasked and offered you an hand to help you to sit down beside him.
“Holy shit you weren’t wrong.” You stared out at the expansive city before you from your spot on the bridge “It’s…something else.”
He passed you a pastry out of a rucksack he’d stuck to a wall and took one for himself. You took it and paused, watching him eat his for a few minutes
“Don’t worry, they’ve only been there since this afternoon,”
“No just… thank you, this is the nicest thing anyones ever done for me” you took a bite of the one he’d got you and wondered if he’d known your favourite or if he’d just got you what he thought you’d like.
“Wait for real” Peter swallowed the bite he’d taken.
It was true.
Beck had been romantic but it had all been for show and you questioned how much of it was real. Prior to your fling with Beck, you’d had a few short term “dating stage” relationships that turned into nothing. The two longer relationships you’d had neither of them successful. One with a guy, by the name of Jack Rollins, had been a secret Hydra operative and your other relationship was with a boyfriend who actually already had another girlfriend.
I’ll make up for it,” he offered “you’re really great and…people should…yknow treat you like that,” Peter could feel the heat on the back of his neck.
“Thanks, you’re…pretty great too,” you nudged him before stopping, noticing he had a few flakes of pastry dotted around his lips. “You’ve got…” You used your hands to gesture “on your face”
“What?” Peter looked confused.
“Here let me,” you offered and reached over and using your sleeve, carefully dusted away the remains. “All better,”
Your hand didn’t move from his face, thumb still hovering by his lips. His reached up to cup yours and you could feel the blood rush in your head and wondered if he could sense your heartbeat as much as you could.
Before you had a moment longer, his lips were on yours in a brief but deep, longing kiss. He pulled back before you could really reciprocate as you’d have liked.
“Sorry,” Peter murmured. “I…just…I,” his eyes were half shut almost like he was holding on to the moment.
“Don’t…” you didn’t pull back.
“Shit” Peter sighed, his deep brown eyes opening further to scanning over you for any traces he’d misread the room. “I didn’t…maybe I sh-“
“No…I mean don’t apologise,” you reached your hand up to look into his eyes “do that again,”
With that he kissed you once more. And as soon as your lips touched for a second time, he knew, if youd agreed, he’d never stop kissing you
*** Time Skip***
“Do you ever regret it.” Peter asked from beside you. You were laying on a old blanket in a park, staring up at the sky. Peter was propped up on one elbow looking at you. “Coming here.”
“No,” you shook your head.
And it was true. It had been only one month since you’d arrived but you were happier in that one month than you’d ever remembered being in the other universe.
From dancing on rooftops whilst watching the sunset, to working together in the labs he’d gotten you a job at, to listening to Jameson on his radio and laughing at the stupid things he said, even composing a drinking game that caused you both to giggle so loudly, the landlord came to tell you both off, to meeting his Aunt May and having her meatloaf which was incredible as Peter had told you.
She’d given you a hug as you’d left that evening, telling you it was so nice to see Peter with a friend, although you could tell from her face she knew you were more than that.
You had been since he’d kissed you on the bridge.
Of course you worried about him when he went out to catch criminals but as he’d reassured you, if he could handle giant mutant lizards and men who could control electricity he could handle a few petty thieves.
He was careful, cautious with you, the last thing he wanted was anyone dangerous finding out who you were but you would never sleep until you heard the fire escape window slide open and the cool air enter with him. You’d hear him shuffling around out of his costume and only relax when he’d slide into your shared bed, still lively with energy and slip an arm around you, planting soft kisses on your shoulder and toying with your hair.
“There was nothing for me back there,” you turned to face him. “I wouldn’t change anything. You have made me so happy, Peter,”
Your hand reached for his and linked your fingers together.
“I’ve never thought I could feel like this about anyone ever again” he pulled you closer by your hip and you slotted your arm around him. “I don’t… i don’t know what I’d do without you” he pressed his forehead to your and placed a soft kiss on your lips.
“You’ll never find out, Pete, I’m not going anywhere,” you moved your arm up to play with his thick hair. “Me and you, forever”
Peter watched you, everything about you was all he ever needed and he didn’t want to waste a second longer.
“I love you,” the words were out of his mouth before he could even process that he’d thought them.
“I love you,” And you’d said it back before he could even kick himself or worry if he’d said it too soon. “I was meant to love you,”
***
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skirt chasers — drabble iv
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THIS IS A SKIRT CHASERS DRABBLE - FIND THE OTHERS HERE ! SUMMARY Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him. WARNINGS JK POV!!!, attempted solo masturbation, k*ssing, jk’s extensive knowledge of pornos, grinding, cunnilingus, face sitting, spit kink, light choking, praise kink, self nipple play, a love for boobies, unprotected sex, use of the pull out method, i love u kink, its kinda hinted tht oc has a somnophilia kink? not rlly but tagging just in case -_- RATING m (18+) WC 6.3k this can't even classified as a drabble anymore wtf 
NOTES i have had this in my drafts since may 3. it is december 21. everyone point n laugh. anyway i very much love stimbo sc jk and i think he’s very cool so here’s a whopping 6k of the inner mechanisms of his big nerdy, college hottie brain <3
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He doesn’t notice you’ve drifted off until he’s three solid paragraphs into his semester-long research paper. “Babe, can you toss me my charger it’s over…” 
 Jungkook swears he’s gonna take every single one of those stupid skirts and burn them to ashes. They had done their duty well, had given him the girlfriend of his dreams, but now they were just pushing their luck. What was once the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend, has now become the bane of Jungkook’s existence. He loathed them, he hated them, he could go twenty million decades without ever seeing them again because the torture they inflicted upon him was borderline inhumane. 
 Holy fuck, he knew you were gorgeous— hello, he was your boyfriend, thinking you were gorgeous was very high on the list of requirements you searched for in someone of his position —but he’s absolutely positive that you’re probably the sexiest woman he’s ever seen in all his twenty-two years. And Jungkook’s seen a lot of porn. Like, a lot. 
He can’t help himself. Before Jungkook knows it, he’s rolling his desk chair over to where you’re sprawled across his bed, skin so soft where it presses against his pillow, lips so plush, and he’s pretty sure there’s a tiny, tiny droplet of drool begging to escape from between your puckered lips. Normally, he’d tease you to hell and back for this, knows how flustered you become when he catches you off guard, but today he lets it slide in favor of focusing on something else about your dozing form. 
It’s the soft curve of your hips from where you lay on your side, smooth legs tucked close to you, and that goddamn pleated skirt giving you absolutely no protection from the eyes of the world around you. Luckily, he made sure to lock the door to his room when you came over today. And he’s almost positive Taehyung isn’t home anyway. So there’s no potential roommate to see you here, cuddled against Jungkook’s teddy bear, blue lace panties tucked between your folds. 
They were his favorite. 
Adorable and soft, and he knows that particular style— the cheeky kind —is your preferred style, because it’s the one he sees almost every time the two of you fuck. Seamless, because you hate when they tug against your skin, and baby blue simply because it was your favorite color. He can’t recall the last time they had been so exposed like this. 
God, how many times had this same situation occurred? You dropping by to encourage him to do his homework, before eventually falling asleep and leaving him to his own devices. A lot of times, Jungkook guesses, because each and every time you wake up and nab one of his protein bars from the stash by his bed. Jungkook’s gone through four boxes in the last month. 
But how many times had this happened with you in a skirt? Never. This was a rarity. 
As the year progressed and yours and Jungkook’s relationship reached new levels of intimacy and adoration, Jungkook is sad to say the skirts had begun appearing less and less. It was winter and, unlike the furnace that was Jungkook’s body, he’s pretty sure you were a cold-blooded reptilian at this point, always leeching off of him for warmth. So since you couldn’t stand the cold, the skirts slowly faded into the background, replaced by Jungkook’s second favorite: the leggings. 
He was no complainer, Jungkook respected your decisions! He wasn’t going to pressure you into wearing those cute tiny skirts he loved so much just because it fueled some PornHub-esque fantasy in his brain, especially not as a harsh winter descended upon you and the days became colder. He would not risk a sick girlfriend in the name of a horndog daydream. 
But holy mother of pearl, Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him. 
Sure he’d seen them every time you guys fucked— duh. But this was not the same. It was different, seeing the tender skin of your inner thigh when he knew you weren’t trying to, your skirt stuck between you and the bed as you shifted about. It was different, knowing he could so easily have you, just flip up the skirt and tug your underwear to the side, not having to worry about fighting your leggings or skinny jeans down your legs. It was different and it was good, so painstakingly good, to have you in the skirt, but the worst part was Jungkook couldn’t even do anything because you were fucking sleeping. 
He’d subconsciously pictured you like this for weeks, sprawled out on his sheets in the flimsiest clothing and ready for him to just slide right in, but Jungkook was a good boy—you’d told him as much just last week when he’d paid the bus fare for that ragtag group of teenagers, smiling up at him like he was your entire world. Was he sometimes a little too mean, a little too wild? Yes. But at his core, Jungkook lived for your praise. He couldn’t just stomp on that title you’d so lovingly bestowed upon him, a title he’d worked hard for since! 
Furthermore, even if Jungkook wasn’t a good boy, to touch you in your sleep just seemed wrong. You’d mentioned in passing once that you wouldn’t mind as long as it was him (“I’m yours,” you had purred at some party, hand crawling down his abdomen, “your doll, remember?”), but Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to when you were so vulnerable and just… not there. It wouldn’t feel right to use your body when you weren’t awake, and no amount of encouragement from you would change his mind. 
So he does what all good boys do and prepares himself for a quick, self-administered handfuck. 
Sue him, his girlfriend was hot!
It’d been a little over two weeks since the last time the two of you had fucked, and it was mostly his fault; clinicals and research papers had practically consumed what little free time he had in his schedule. And if Jungkook remembers correctly, he wouldn’t be that lucky this upcoming week either. Something tells him your period was approaching. 
Jungkook doesn’t know what type of sorcery you’ve done to him, but in the time you’ve been dating, it’s become increasingly more and more difficult to nut without you. Whether that be fucking you, listening to your voice, or just imagining your pretty face in his head, you held a monopoly over Jungkook’s libido, one that he feared you’d never let go. 
He had years stacked on years of browsing PornHub and Brazzers, can recall experiencing some of the craziest orgasms of his life while watching some girl get fucked. All things come to an end. Ever since he started dating you, not even his favorite video could make him hard anymore. Oh, how the great have fallen. 
But with your blue panties before him, his cock hardens by the minute, nearly doubles in size when you move about and sigh a heavenly sound. Frankly, he doesn’t feel bad jerking one off to the thought of you. You were his girlfriend! He knows that you know that you’re the main character of all his right-handed adventures, and you’re not going to be mad at him for jerking off to you now. In fact, Jungkook imagines you’d be mad if he’d woken you up just for some frenzied quickie. This way, he’s blowing off some steam and you’re getting an extra ten minutes of napping. Everyone wins. 
He’s barely tugged himself out of the confines of his sweats when a soft mumble of his name has his soul leaving his body. “Kook?” 
“Baby,” he exhales, immediately tucking himself back into his underwear before moving closer towards you. You roll onto your back, skirt useless as fuck, he thinks, as it sprawls around your waist. “What’s up?” he murmurs, voice gentle, a hand carding through the nape of your neck because that’s how you always wake him up. Jungkook would be a liar to say it wasn’t one of the best feelings in the world. 
You say something, but it’s a mess of gibberish and too quiet for him to understand, before turning on your side again and shuffling closer to him. Jungkook smiles, runs the tips of his fingers over your cheek, before moving to caress your back, massaging some feeling back into your muscles. Some more mumbled words, but this time he deciphers them as something along the lines of “c’mere.” 
He chuckles, ducking down to kiss your cheek. “Don’t wanna interrupt your nap, baby,” he hums. “Go back to sleep.” 
You whine in protest, suddenly catching his hand in yours. “Please,” you sigh, eyes fluttering open, but they’re unfocused as you gaze at him. Jungkook clenches his teeth. Technically he should be working on that twelve page research paper, and even just trying to jerk off right now would have been a huge setback. Crawling into bed with you, where you’re so sinfully laid out for him to take, would completely offset his plans until tomorrow. He had to be a responsible student here. 
“I really gotta finish my paper…” he says, trying to let you down as gently as possible, flashing you an apologetic gaze. He thinks he has it in the bag, and your extended silence almost has him rolling back to his desk, when you suddenly snap into action. 
“But what about your dick,” you murmur, and Jungkook chokes. 
“My what—?” he splutters, voice a little too high. 
You say nothing, craning your neck to release a series of cracks, soft huffs leaving your lips. Jungkook’s on edge the whole time, eyes following the movement of your neck, the hypnotizing expanse of skin that bares itself to him. “Saw your hand down your pants,” you say, eyes blinking open, and though they’re droopy with sleep, at least you can hold them open this time. 
Jungkook laughs nervously, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck in embarrassment. “You saw that?” A soft hum. He wants to die. “Ah, baby, don’t worry about it. Know you’re tired, so just nap,” he sighs, caressing the back of your head once again, and he thinks he’s finally convinced you so he lets his guard down. 
You moan softly, and he’s almost entirely sure it’s one of those waking up types of sounds, the ones you make when you’re stretching around the bed in the morning. “Want your cock.” 
Jungkook swears he’ll die, right here, right now. 
He groans, lowers his head to rest on the mattress. “Jesus, fuck, baby,” he huffs, has to count to ten to will the stirring of his slowly hardening cock away for the second time that day. “Don’t say stuff like that when you’re half asleep, please.”
You ignore him, the hand that had been wrapped around his wrist tugging him closer. You barely succeed, muscles still so weak, but Jungkook humors you and rolls his chair right beside your head, where he ducks down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Noooo,” you whine when he draws away too quickly. 
A laugh blossoms in his chest, and Jungkook proceeds to rain down a series of kisses on your pretty face before he can stop himself. You melt under his touch, his affection, and Jungkook adores the way your body is so soft and pliant like this, back arching towards him after he places a hand on your waist. 
“Come here,” you urge, voice a quiet plea. So soft, so needy. 
Jungkook malfunctions for just a second before he’s clambering over you on the bed, manhandling your body until you're both on your sides, facing each other, with you pressed tightly to his chest. Even with your hands brushing up and down his back in the way that sends every nerve in Jungkook’s body tingling, and your leg thrown over his hip, some stupid part of him convinces himself you’re just cold, trying to warm up after walking around campus in that tiny little skirt all day. He cuddles you as best as he can. 
And even with his dick twitching in his pants and his caveman instincts yelling at him to thrust up into your inviting core, Jungkook remains as professional as someone in a relationship can be when in bed with their lover. He’s so stuck on his self-control that he almost doesn’t hear the snort you muffle against his neck. 
“What are you doing?” you laugh, reaching up to pinch his cheek. Jungkook blinks, eyes wide like a doe caught in headlights. “Are we gonna fuck or what?”
He chokes. He doesn’t even try to muffle his reaction like other times, because the way you’re looking at him and the heel you press against the back of his thigh preoccupies his thoughts instead. Your hands are still tracing along his back, melting him with your dainty touches. “Baby?” you question after he’s been silent too long, distracted by the way you use that hooked leg to tug your bodies closer. 
“You… you’re still asleep,” Jungkook says, though it’s definitely a question. 
You scoff, a smile curling around your features. “Mm, definitely not asleep,” you tease, and shift to push him onto his back, wiggling on top of him until those baby blue panties are pressed against his quickly hardening member. “Why? Wanted to touch me when I was asleep?” you continue, and Jungkook’s eyes nearly burst out of their sockets. 
“No!” he exclaims, hands clutching your hips in alarm. He can tell he surprises you, because your eyes go wide for a brief second. “Never…” he mumbles afterwards, looking away from your imploring gaze. “Only like you when you’re awake.” 
You sigh, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek that makes his heart flood with adoration for you. “You’re a good boy, Jungkook,” you say back, just as quietly. “A blueprint for the perfect man.” Another kiss, this time against the corner of his mouth that makes Jungkook’s hands twitch against your sides. 
A soft moan tears itself from his throat, fingers digging into your hips as you slowly roll them against him. The heat emanating from your core seeps past the thin barrier of his sweatpants, makes his cock twitch in his boxers. He knows how it feels inside of you, has your body memorized like the back of his hand. But it’s in moments like these that he finds himself aching for you, desperate to feel the fluttering walls of your pussy, the pitiful whimpers that fall from your kiss swollen lips. And, well. The skirt makes it all too easy.  
He places two hands on the backs of your thighs, runs them up until he’s pushing your skirt up over your waist. You pull away from his lips with a sneaky little smile, pointer finger stroking down the side of his face lazily. “Mm?” you tease, leaving a coy little peck against his mouth. “Now you wanna touch?” Jungkook rolls his eyes, snaps his teeth at your wandering finger when you draw it too close to his mouth. The giggle you let out is so damn precious, makes him want to put you in a glass case and never let anyone else touch you. Coincidentally, it also makes him want to rail you into the mattress until you cry. 
“I’ll fucking ruin you, doll,” he settles on murmuring, subtly pushing you down against him. A soft giggle. Jungkook knows it’s your favorite nickname, even if you won’t admit it. He's the only one allowed to call you it, something about his intentions being pure or whatever, he’s not really sure. Anyway, you’re still so cute and soft on top of him, blinking slowly and prettily, so he’s dragging it out a bit, hoping you’ll become more alert in a few more minutes. 
As sleepy as you may be, you never miss out on a chance to rile him up. “As if, doll,” you retort, his nickname for you rolling off your tongue seamlessly. It sounds heavenly, sparks this weird emotion in him that he never considered before. Him, a doll? No way. But there’s something about the sweet lilt of your voice, the starry-eyed gaze you level him with, that has him throwing all reservations aside. Put him on a shelf and call him Barbie, because he would be anything you wanted him to be. 
Anyway, Jungkook’s sappy thoughts last all of two seconds before he’s rolling you over, successfully trapping you beneath his body. “Oh, so scary,” you feign, hands fluttering to clutch at your chest. 
He glides his hands down your body, let’s them trail over your hip and down the side of your thigh. “Don’t get sassy with me,” he warns, thumb peeking beneath the hem of your skirt. Jungkook really wants to burn the piece of fabric this time, because after all that time it spent torturing him with its halfhearted attempts at covering you, it chooses now to do it properly. 
Hands are thrown around his shoulders, the overwhelming scent of your perfume and body wash tickling his nose when you pull him in for another kiss. “Or what?” you purr, irises swirling with lust. “Gonna use your manly man strength to hold me down?” 
He shushes you with a kiss, slow and languid just how you like. Your taste is familiar, feels like coming home, so Jungkook can’t be blamed for getting too carried away. It starts gentle— it always does. But then a tiny mewl gets stuck in your throat, the following moan swallowed by his tongue, and Jungkook nearly loses it. He nips at your bottom lip, waits patiently for you to open up for him, and when you do he wastes no time diving in. Your tongue against his is slick and wet, makes the most lewd sound. Your little sharp intakes of air fill the gaps, shuddery breaths that Jungkook takes as a good sign. 
He strikes while the iron is still hot. 
It’s amidst your lazy kissing that he secures his hands around your waist, two reassuring squeezes thrown your way before he’s abruptly rolling onto his back again. “Kook!” you squeal, clutching at the front of his shirt. A pouty frown paints your face, sleepy eyes narrowing him with a rather unimpressed look, tainted with the barest hints of confusion. 
Jungkook grins, reaching back to yank his pillow out from beneath his head. “On my face,” he commands suddenly, and you snort. 
“What?” you ask a little incredulously, leaning back to level him with an even more lost expression. “Since when do we do that?”
Jungkook shrugs. “Since I decided twenty seconds ago,” he answers rather bluntly. You still don’t look too convinced. It’s not a position the two of you have ever tried. You’re a little on the sappy side, always like to look at his face while you fuck, hold his cheeks in your palms, kiss him sweetly. On the one hand, Jungkook totally gets it; he’ll proudly admit that the sight of your orgasming face paired with your fantastic tits have done him many favors these past few months. 
However, Jungkook is a lover of head. Giving or receiving, it’s very high on his list of sexual acts and whoever invented oral deserved all the praise in the world. Not only did you look drop dead gorgeous with his cock in your mouth— tears trailing down your cheeks, drool clinging to the corners of your lips —but you also looked absolutely sexy receiving it. 
Kinda. 
Probably. 
Okay, so maybe Jungkook can’t really say, considering he always has a hard time catching a glimpse of your face when he’s down there licking and slurping your clit like a madman. Which is what leads him to this exact moment, an experiment weeks in the making. Jungkook has a theory that needs to be tested. “Please ride the fuck out of my face,” he tries, hoping the polite tone will win you over. 
He’s met with an eye roll. Still, you’re kinder than you let on. “Okay,” you give in, and Jungkook will remember your heroism for the rest of his life. “But only because being on top is empowering.” He just barely contains an over-enthusiastic fist pump into the air, settling on a rather modest smile that has you leaning down to kiss him again. You reach for the zipper on the side of your skirt. “Just let me—“
“The skirt stays on,” he says quickly, hand on your wrist to stop you from removing his most favorite article of clothing. 
“Baby,” you say, giving him a rather serious look. “It’ll cover your face.”
“It won’t,” he urges, reaching for the buttons on your blouse instead. Jungkook has had one too many encounters with tops like these, and has long since learned not to tear them apart like a crazed psycho. As much as he loves the sound of your buttons scattering across his bedroom floor, he can’t say he’s too fond of the scolding he inevitably gets afterwards. Anyway, the shirt comes off and so does your bra, leaving your tits in his face, tiny skirt on your hips. “Get up here,” he murmurs, ushering you up his body until your knees are pressing into the mattress right above his shoulders. 
If it was up to Jungkook, he would have just grabbed your hips and shoved his face against your pussy. Luckily, it’s not, and your common sense shines through just in time. “One sec,” you say, and then finally, finally, the blue panties come off. 
And then it’s just Jungkook and your glistening pussy. 
“Holy fuck,” he groans, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around your thighs. You squeak when he pulls you closer, hand instinctively reaching for the front of your skirt to hold away from his face. The view from here is heavenly, just your swollen clit, gorgeous tits, and shy face. 
The muscles in your thighs are a little stiff. Or maybe you’re just nervous. Jungkook isn’t sure, all he knows is that it takes one encouraging tug for you to finally sit on his face. He doesn’t even register the surprised gasp that leaves your throat because he’s too busy tasting your pussy from an all new position. And it’s absolutely amazing. 
Something about the position, having you carefully poised above him, does something to Jungkook. He likes to think he knows your body inside and out, knows what makes you melt and what makes you scream. He knows just how to lap at your cunt until you’re cumming, and how many fingers it takes for you to really feel it. But it’s like having you in this position changes all of that, rearranges all the tidbits of information Jungkook has spent months collecting. 
(Jungkook is a meticulous man; he’s got a near perfect GPA right now that was the direct result of his carefully crafted note-taking techniques. Whether or not he abused the power of his perfectionist learning abilities to master the mechanisms of his girlfriend’s libido was no one's business but his own.) 
One kitten lick against your swollen pearl makes you buck forward, clit brushing against his nose. Jungkook can’t remember you ever doing that on the first lick. “O- oh my—,” you cry, all airy and whiny. Your hand is pressed to the wall behind his bed, the other bunching the front of your skirt just above your mound. He’s rather happy to learn that, just as he’d hypothesized, this position does give him a better view of you. 
He’s graced with the sight of your face, twisted up in pleasure. It’s the stereotypical eyes squeezed shut, lip caught between your teeth look. But there’s something different about it knowing that he’s gotten this reaction out of you with his mouth alone. 
Jungkook quickly repositions you over him, tugging you back until his tongue is lined up with the front of your slit. You’re so warm down here, make him feel like he’s drowning with your heady scent alone. Tentatively, he lets his tongue dip between your folds, the very tip nudging your swollen clit. A moan tears itself from your throat, the hand that had been flush against the wall suddenly jumping forward to bury itself in his hair. “Oh- oh, fuck,” you shiver, hips jolting forward once more. 
You taste good on his tongue, the arousal that coats your lips is sticky and sweet. When he laps his tongue along your folds, quivering hole to stiffened bud, you let out a sob that resonates deeply within Jungkook. And also Jungkook’s cock, which stirs beneath his trousers in excitement. What was once the focus of his mission, a quick handfuck to sedate himself before finishing his research paper, has long since been forgotten. It’s for the greater good, he tells himself, blinking up at you from between your thighs. 
Eye contact lasts for exactly three seconds before you’re looking away bashfully, the fist clutching at your skirt trembling against your tummy. You’re so fucking pretty, Jungkook’s heart can’t take it. 
And so he sets out on a mission to make you cum as soon as possible, abandoning his slow kitten licks in favor of suctioning his lips around your clit. “Kook,” you wail, tugging at his hair. Whether you do it purposely or not, Jungkook is a little shocked by how good the pain feels. It’s not an emotion he can ponder long, because then you’re using that same grip in his hair to tilt his head backwards, jerkily moving over him. 
It’s rough and sudden, the buck against his face, but Jungkook loves it. The drag of your pussy against his lips, the wet glide of your juices smearing across his chin and Cupid’s bow. It all feels so good, and the fact Jungkook is getting a front row seat to the absolutely torn look on your face is just the cherry on top. 
Jungkook has seen you make a lot of faces. He’s seen you shiver and drool as he nails you into your bed. He’s seen you sniffle and sob as he slowly fucks you in a rose petal filled bubble bath (a six month anniversary special planned by yours truly). He’s even seen your mirrored reflection fall apart as you bounced away on his lap in front of a mirror. 
He’s never seen you like this before. 
Needy and desperate, moaning his name softly, practically humping his face in your greed. Tiny skirt clutched against your waist, tits bouncing as you hurriedly grind against him. He has half the mind to burn this scene into his eyelids for the rest of his life. 
He’s given up on doing anything with his tongue, simply sticking it out for you to do as you wish. Normally, he’s not a huge fan of letting you do things yourself. After all, Jungkook was your boyfriend. Making you cum was his job. But you’re moving so fast, so frantic, in your mission to cum. So Jungkook sits back and lets you go to town on his mouth as a series of moans spill from your lips. 
And then something unforgivable happens. 
Jungkook will admit it: he’s staring at you almost a little too dreamily, heart eyes and all. He thinks you’re fucking hot, taste like heaven and have these absolutely delicious boobs bouncing up and down. He’s a little distracted by your glorious figure that he doesn’t notice one crucial bit of information. 
Your hand. 
The desperate need to cum has your muscles weakening, thighs moving at a latent pace, and, much to Jungkook’s horror, hands trembling. It’s your own pleasure that lets the unimaginable happen: your skirt flutters down. Your grip on it loosens and before Jungkook knows it, the sight of your pretty face and nice tits are gone, snatched away before his very eyes. Even your wet cunt is impossible to see, his world suddenly shrouded in darkness. 
Leave it to Jungkook to foil his own horny plan with, well, his horniness. If only he wasn’t so hopelessly in love with the image of you in skirts. Maybe then he could bask in the beauty that was you riding his face. 
He acts fast, reaching for the material before he can miss out on anything. But the angle is weird, and without Jungkook’s hands holding your hips, you’re left weakly rolling forward instead. And he’s not the only one frustrated with this turn of events, your face quickly returning to its normal composed form as you level him with a frown. “Everything okay?” you pant. 
Everything was not okay, but Jungkook isn’t sure how to tell you that without ruining this delicate moment. So he tries to show you with actions instead, releasing the skirt he’s got in his fist and letting it flutter over his face again. You giggle. “I told you so.” 
It takes more willpower than he’d like to admit to pull away from your wet folds, pulling off with a lewd sound that has you biting your lip as you gaze down at him. “I told you so,” he mimics, a little mean but you don’t take it to heart. “Hold your skirt up.” 
You hum, the grip on his hair loosening as you push away his dark locks instead. “Mmmm,” you hum. “No.”
“No?” he repeats, actually really scandalized. Okay, so he’s a little spoiled when it comes to you— it’s not his fault! You made him like this, conditioned him to think that you would always give into his every whim because you were just so sweet and considerate and wanted him to be happy. And Jungkook also wants you to be happy, and in his opinion, being happy right now means having him fuck your pretty brains out for ever getting sassy with him. 
“I don’t listen to men,” you tease, followed by a cute little nod, skin still a little warm from your looming orgasm. Jungkook takes advantage of your tiny moment of weakness, and strikes like a viper.
A girlish squeal leaves your lips, hands stretching outwards as he knocks you backwards onto the mattress. “Jungkook,” you gasp, sprawled out artfully, beautifully, over his sheets now. He doesn’t waste a second longer, crawling over your body until you’re a shivering mess beneath him. 
Hand against your throat, the other blindly reaching for the front of his sweatpants. “What is it, doll?” he drawls meanly, reveling in the way your eyes roll back when his newly-freed cock lands against your slit. A choked gasp leaves your throat, lashes fluttering wildly until Jungkook loosens his grip. 
You’ve done a nice job riling yourself up, lips squelching wet and loose when he runs the tip of his cock along them. Your knees are pulled up for him, spread perfectly for him to fit between. You’re so good for him, Jungkook feels a little bad for how hard he’s going to fuck you now. 
The sympathy doesn’t last long.  
Once upon a time, you had been the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend. Had picked him up from class, encouraged him to do his homework, wore these cute little skirts around campus. Deep down inside, Jungkook knew everyone else was jealous of him— you were just so pretty and cute, a girl straight out of everyone’s dreams. 
Until he sunk his horny claws into you. Jungkook will be the first to admit he spends a little too much time browsing porn sites— he’s a man, cut him some slack —which had never caused him any problems before. Even when the two of you were just friends (pining ones at that), you had never seemed even remotely affected by his extensive pornographical knowledge. It was a known fact among your friend group that Jungkook’s best friend was his right hand. 
But then, of course, you started dating Jungkook and it was like a save file of all his horniest fantasies was downloaded directly into your brain. Which leads him to this. 
“Spit in my mouth,” you shiver, got these huge, watery eyes pointed his way. His cock twitches. 
There’s a little groan that tears itself from his throat when he leans forward, cock sliding along your folds, to grasp your chin between his fingers. “Open,” he commands, and you do. Your lower lip quivers, tongue pressed against it as you wait for Jungkook to spit down your mouth. He can’t say he regrets letting you peek through his porn stash, not when it leads to this, you whimpering at the hot glob of saliva he shoots down your throat. “Filthy,” he pants, memorizing the movement of your throat when you swallow like the good girl you are. 
Before he can write another twelve sonnets about that dazed look on your face, he’s roughly grabbing at your thigh. You whine, limbs so pliant beneath his touch, letting him hike your knee over his forearm as he tugs you closer. “Fuck,” he groans, reaching down to align himself with your quivering hole. You’re still so wet, make the most lewd sound when he sinks into you. Not that Jungkook really hears it, the sound of your strained moans practically drowning everything else out. 
“Fuck,” you cry, one hand clutching at his forearm, the other toying with your breast. It’s a magnificent sight, and Jungkook is suddenly feeling a little cocky when he realizes he’s the only one who gets to see this. It’s this presumptuous nature that fuels the first round of thrusts into your cunt, fast and full. He makes sure you feel every inch of him, tip to base, as he pistons his hips forward. “J— Jungkook,” you pant, back arching beneath him. 
You take it so well, walls sucking him in every time he draws back out. “I’ve got you, doll,” he moans, hiking your leg further over his shoulder. Every roll of his hips has your tits bouncing back and forth, lower lip as well with the dopey, open-mouthed look you got on for him. And the damned skirt that got him here, fucking you with a punishing pace, sits perfectly around your waist. He has half the mind to take it off for you, briefly wonders if it hurts, but just looking at it reminds him of about thirty-seven pornos he’s seen. So it stays on, works alongside your lovestruck face to actively rewrite all those pornos anew with you starring in them instead. 
It sure helps when you start your usual mindless babbling. “I love you,” you gasp, face screwed up in pleasure. “I- I love you so much.” 
He’s contemplating doing a study on you and your weird mid-fuck confessions. You do this a lot, and while Jungkook doesn’t mind, it sure does leave him curious. “Love you too, baby,” he says anyway, repositioning his arms so he can hold your waist with both hands. 
“Really?” you ask, voice so whiny, eyes brimming with tears. From emotion or your need to cum, Jungkooks not sure. (Hence the need for a study!) 
Another brutal thrust that has you moaning loudly. “Really,” he reassures you, glancing down to watch his cock sink into your hole as he picks up the pace. Your arms are practically limbless, and his stomach is beginning to feel tight. The end was soon. “Love your pretty little face.”
Another whine, your fingers pulling at your pebbled nipples. “M- My pretty face?” you whimper, blink these long lashes up at him. They make Jungkook go a little mad, bring on a wave of jackhammer thrusts that cut your moans into choppy little cries instead. 
“Prettiest girl I know,” he groans, not once stopping the movement of his hips. You’re quivering like a leaf beneath him, your entire body locking up as Jungkook guides you toward orgasm. “A fucking doll, baby— so beautiful for me,” he praises. 
It’s exactly what you want to hear— secretly, Jungkook hypothesizes that you’re a little bit of an attention whore —crying out when he slows to a grind against you. Each roll of his hips has him rubbing over your swollen bud, leaves you trembling until you’re eventually unraveling beneath him. “Oh- Oh, fuck— Jungkook—“ you sob, writhing beneath him as you cream his cock. 
Your tits look amazing, nipples stiff from your arousal and all the attention you’d been giving them. Your features soften, gasps framed by your pillowy lips. As Jungkook has said before, your pretty face was the most dangerous weapon. 
He manages a few more pistons of his hips, mostly for reputation sake, before he’s eventually pulling out. His right hand, once the sole hero of his solo sessions, makes a valiant return now as he jacks himself off over you. It takes a few harsh pulls of his cock until he’s spurting his jizz over you, painting your tummy and your tits in white ribbons of cum. You flinch, a tiny whimper leaving your throat at the mess he makes. “Fuck,” he groans one last time. 
When it’s over, you have the audacity to shyly pull down the front of your skirt. As if your tits aren’t out and about, but Jungkook pretends he doesn’t see it. Instead, he channels his energy into peppering your face in kisses. “Best girl,” he praises, even though he knows you hate the nickname. “My beautiful feminist queen.” 
A pinch against his cheek. It hurts like hell, but he endures it for now, still very much in love with your performance today. “Get me a towel,” you huffily ask, uncomfortable with the jizz sticking to your tummy, as if he didn’t spit in your mouth a few minutes ago. 
His research paper is waiting for him at his desk, the materials he’d spent weeks collecting waiting to be typed up. But his girlfriend is so soft and sleepy, asking him to stay for another nap. 
There was never a choice.
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Warnings: lots of fluff to start with, bit of bad feelings, sebs management being money grabbing assholes, I think that’s it?
Word count: 770 
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 A/N: Okay so I wrote this bc I have an opinion and so do others. Please don’t comment/reblog talking shit, bc quite frankly I don’t want to hear it. I think the whole ‘relationship’ is bullshit and all she’s looking for is fame and money.  
If you don’t want to read this, that is absolutely fine, just keep scrolling and carry on with your day.
If you read it and have stuff to say and think its horrible? Don’t say it. Keep it to yourself.
If you read it and have your own opinion, great let me know. Just don’t say awful stuff, say your opinion and leave.
If you read it and have the same opinion as me, great let me know. Again, dont be horrible.
Either way, everyone has an opinion whether it be good or bad. As long as I don’t get death threats and little, teeny boppers in my dm’s going all keyboard warrior, go nuts. 
PS: before anyone says it, I’m not a ‘jealous’ fan. I just care deeply for Sebastian’s wellbeing and mental health. Something a lot of people seem to forget about.
PPS: thank you for 600 followers. You’re all so great 
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It was 3:40 am and you and Sebastian where currently at JFK airport waiting to board a plane to Ibiza.
It was your 4th anniversary, and with Seb working hard on making movies and you studying for your (your Uni) course, neither of you had time to really spend time together. Sure, you went to bed together, but Sebastian was usually awake at 5:30am to get ready for work, while you went to Uni. When you both came home, you were both too exhausted to do anything other than sleep.
 It was starting to take a toll on your relationship, so you and Sebastian both decided a nice holiday was what you both needed to rekindle it.
With your semester ending, and Seb’s current movie being rapped up it was perfectly timed.
So here you where, currently leaning on his shoulder trying to hold back a yawn and failing as your eyes fluttered shut.  
“It’s okay, babe. We’ll be called for our plane soon and then we can sleep.” Seb whispered into your, giving you a small peck.
You hummed in response causing him to chuckle and lean his head on yours and started to people watch.
It felt like minutes when you were softly woken from your nap by Sebastian.
“Baby, come on you gotta wake up. Our flight was called.” He gently shook you awake; you squinted your eyes from the airport lights being too bright and slowly sat up, taking a big stretch.
“Ooh big stretch.” He cooed making you giggle. You both grabbed your suitcases and carry-on bags and made your way to your gateway.
As you were both walking to the gateway, an awful feeling appeared in your belly. Like you knew something bad was going to happen, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.
Frowning to yourself, you tried to rack your brain for anything you may have forgotten. You locked the door, made sure all the lights were turned off, made sure your shared apartment was tidy.
So then what was it that gave you the bad feeling?
Sebastian noticed you frowning and frowned himself.
“What’s going on in that head of yours, sweetheart?” he softly asked as to not startle you.
“I just have this really bad feeling in my stomach, and I don’t know why. Its not the flying, we’ve flown so many times now that it’s practically a breeze. I’m trying to think as to what it could be.” You pouted, still trying to figure out the feeling.
Sebastian swallowed hard, thankful you didn’t notice.
He knew the bad feeling you felt, and he knew it well.
You see, in the 4 years you and Sebastian had been together you’ve both been extremely private about your relationship. Neither of you post anything to social media, if asked by paparazzi the question either gets ignored or the subject gets changed. The same if Seb has to go onto a tv show.
What you don’t know, is that Sebastian had a meeting with his management a year ago. They wanted him to become more public with his relationship with you, so they could bring in the big bucks to their wallets. Thankfully, Seb refused to put you in the spotlight intentionally and told them no, in some not so nice words.
But because he told his management no, they threatened to drop him. They gave him an ultimatum.
He either puts you in the spotlight so he can get more publicity, which means more buck in the pockets for them, or he can dump you and be in a PR relationship.
He refused both options. 
Which then came back to then bite him in the ass big time.
They forced the PR on him.
And he never told you.
But he never lied. If you asked him what he was doing, he’d tell you he was meeting up with a friend.
And you never doubted him because you trust him with your life.
Because you’re in love with him.
Its because of your love for him, and his for you that he felt the guilt in the pit of his stomach. His heart stung every time he had to be seen with the blonde woman, it stung because if you saw it and asked, he couldn’t lie to you. He’d have to tell the truth and the thought of breaking your heart and the tears in your eyes would break him so bad.
So he never said anything.
He tried to forget.
Until you started to get the bad feelings.
Every time the blonde woman was somewhere you both were.
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group ask for lost fics #38
Hi y’all! Below are a few lost fics that us mods just can’t seem to find. That being said, we’re hoping that you lovely followers are able to help! If anyone knows any of the fics below please reply below or send in an ask with which anon/user and group ask that the fic corresponds with when the ask is back open!
Note: previous group asks and all lost fics!
Anon 1 asked:
Hiya! There is this fic i’ve been searching for forever but I don’t remember a lot of the specific details. Everyone is surrounded by a group of bandits (maybe?) and they threaten to kill someone. They all try to protect Gwen, assuming it’s her they are talking about, but they stab Merlin instead. I cannot remember anything else about it, so hopefully that’s enough info to go off of!
@itismerlin asked:
Hi yall, first off all you guys are incredible and this blog has introduced me to so many amazing fics. Now I need help finding one I lost! It's a longer fic set during canon and I know it starts with Merlin returning to te castle to discover that Arthur has been impersonated by a doppelganger. The "fake" Arthur is being flogged publicly when he arrives and upon visiting him in the dungeons figures out he's the real Arthur and helps him escape and they eventually retake Camelot. I remember a specific scene at the end where Uther asks Merlin how he could've known his own son when he could not.
Thank you so much! Keep up the awesome work ❤
@ellililunch asked:
Hi everyone! I hope you're doing well! I'm looking for a fic that set in modern day and there's magic but most people don't know. I remember a bunch of specific details:
The main relationship is merlin/arthur. I think
Arthur is not technically royalty, but he's related to the royal family
Merlin doesn't know Arthur's relation to royalty, but he's convinced that he's the reincarnation (?) of the wizard merlin (he also has magic) and is supposed to get arthur onto the throne (of the UK?). Most of the other characters think he's lost his marbles on this.
Members of the royal family keep dying (murdered)
when Arthur reveals his heritage, there's a bit where Merlin's like "shit how many members of your family have I been planning the murders of" and Arthur's like "none I hope"
I think Will was in it and dies (or hunith?) and while Merlin's giving the eulogy, Arthur is at some fancy event (wedding?) at the same time and merlin senses arthur's in danger so he runs out and teleports while running and does a lot of public magic to save a bunch of people including arthur and morgana
Morgana wasn't evil btw I think
at the end of the fic Uther becomes king and Arthur is second in line. the author ends with a note along the lines of "did I spend (x a lot) of words re-establishing a modern day au?" or something like that.
it was definitely on ao3 (most likely) or ffnet
I've combed through my 3000+ bookmarks as well as the modern royalty, modern magic, modern magic au tags on your page as well. I'm going nuts over here. Any help appreciated!
Anon 2 asked:
Thank you so much for this blog, I love it! I was hoping you can find me a fic. Merlin accidentally gives Morgana a love potion and she falls in love with him, Merlin rejects her, Gwen is heartbroken, and Arthur tries to kiss Merlin but Merlin thinks he *also* drank the love potion so he rejects him. There was also a scene where Arthur was using Merlin as sword practice and enchanted!Morgana tried to run in and save him.
Thanks anon for sending in Love Potion No. 9, or: A Midsummer Night's Dream in Camelot! by rubberbutton!
Anon 3 asked:
Hi I’m looking for a two fics i read a long time ago. 1. I think Merlin and Arthur used to date but then they broke up and then years down the line they end up back in each other’s life. Arthur wants to try again and he asks Merlin to dinner or something and Merlin lied and said he had plans with Lance and Gwen but invited him along and Arthur realized that he never actually bad plans with them, he just didn’t want to be alone with Arthur (1/2)
Anon 4 asked:
Hi! Love the work you do!
I was wondering if you could help me with a lost fic. It's a bamf magic reveal where there's this like big monster outside of Camelot and all the knights and Uther are there trying to fight it but they can't and Merlin puts on this cloak with a hood up and fights it and almost dies and like his identity gets revealed in the process.
Thank you so much :))
Anon 5 asked:
I’m sorry that I can’t give y’all anymore info, but i’m looking for a fic (that I think was on ao3?) and it’s basically a role reversal where Morgana stays good and it’s Merlin that becomes evil. The only part I remember specifically is that Merlin gets poisoned when the Knights of Medhir show up.
As always this post will be updated if any fics are found!
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