#and i radio her like UMMMM??????????

[altoskh]

Imso tired man. I'm so tired. Why do I work this hard I am so FUCKING over this shit

#this other bitch out here like haha woopsie i forgot to clock out for lunch even though ive been out for two hours :) #guess ill leave early today! heehee #YOU DONT DO ANYTHING. YOU FUCKED ME OVER YET AGAIN #i am SO FUCKING SICK of this shit. why do I have to be the one to suffer #why do i have to be the person who doesnt get a say in fuck all even though im doing THE MOST WORK #and then i have to sit here and act like she fucking knows what shes talking about wrt animals #IM THE ANIMAL KEEPER. I KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THIS DEPARTMENT BETTER THAN YOU #Im going crazy fucking insane right now #my coworker is out sick so ive had to do shit scheduled for three people. me. One person #and then im told shit like its just one class! ITS NOT #i have to break them up into two because its too big of a group #then i say ok we are doing reptiles over here #and shes like oh ummmm someone has it reserved for this time so can you do it in [place that is extremely loud] #and im like yeah ok fucking sure FINE #and then we get there and someone else is like ummmm we were told to est here for lunch by [her name] #and i radio her like UMMMM?????????? #and shes like Oh woopsie i did tell them! you can do it at ummmm [3rd place] #im like yeah thanks for fucking wltting me know #Sorry im sorry thus is so extreme and petty but im like DROP DEAD #youve made my work life hell when it doesnt have to be because YOU SUCK AT YOUR JOB #FUCK!!!!! #YOU get to have a social life becaus you do whatever the FUCK YOU WANT #YOU get paid way more than me to do FUCK ALL #YOU dont have 30+ living beings depending on you every day #shut the fuck UP #I am so mad that i work so fucking hard and it doesnt fucking matter #so yeah sorry for starry spam but i think hes nice and right now the only thing keeping me from fucking losing it at work #along with a 1 min video of kookaburras im plahing over and over

[the-froschamethyst4]

“My daddy can beat your daddy up”

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Father! König x Wife! Mother! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, wholesome, children, language, daddy König & mommy Y/n, fighting/arguing, badly translated German

König’s and Y/n’s 5 year old daughter had a bit of an argument with another little girl at her school

Which led to a small fight and the parents having to be called down to speak with the Principal

And König shows up to the school and the parents of the other little girl are a little frightened that HE is the father of that little girl

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6:30AM

Y/n’s and König’s little daughter Heidi was getting her uniform on to get ready for school. Y/n made Heidi her favorite and poured her some orange juice too.

Heidi came running down the stairs and got in her spot at the table. König’s face in the newspaper but placed it down when he heard Heidi’s chair being pulled out.

“Schatz (honey) don’t forget we need bread and milk. I’ll be working late again,” he said, picking up his mug. “Or else I would get it for us.”

“No, it’s fine, yeah I’ll go stop by the store after I drop Heidi off at school,” she said as she walked over kissing his cheek and sitting next to Heidi who was stuffing her face.

—————

König was getting his clothes on and Y/n walked in changing her shirt and getting shorts on in the process.

König watched her in the mirror her body and smirked to himself, and looked down at his boots.

“I see that little bruise on your side schatz, did I do that from last night?” König teased. Y/n looked down at her hip and saw the small dark bruise.

“I guess so,” she said.

“I have to get going.” König said, coming closer to Y/n and kissing her forehead. “I’ll see ya later.”

“Bye, love you!”

“Ich liebe dich auch (I love you too),” he yells back.

“HEIDI COME ON, WE HAVE TO GO!!” Y/n’s yells for her daughter.

They left the house and Y/n buckled her daughter in her car seat. Heidi moved her head side to side, her hands tapping the arms of her car seat and humming a song that was playing on the radio.

“Mama.”

“Yes, baby?”

“When does school end?”

“Time or officially done and ready for summer?” Y/n asked, looking up in the rear view mirror to look at her daughter.

“Ummmm~ I don’t know anymore,” Heidi said as she went back to humming.

“Okay?” Y/n giggled. “Heidi, when I’m at the store, do you want me to get you anything?”

“Candy!”

“I’ll get you one bag of candy.”

“Okay,” she smiles as Y/n pull into the schools parking lot. Y/n got out and opened the back door and unbuckled her daughter. Y/n placed Heidi on the ground and grabbed her backpack and put it in Heidi’s back.

Heidi held Y/n’s hand and walked to the entrance of the school. Y/n bent down kissing Heidi’s forehead.

“I’ll see you later, baby.”

“Okay, mama, bye-bye,” Heidi smiled as she skipped into the school building after giving her Principal a fist bump.

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Y/n got to the store grabbing things they need at the house, she even grabbed some cleaning supplies for the house.

Y/n hummed a soft tune as she filled the cart with stuff for the house, food and even cleaning supplies. Y/n liked to clean if only you could see how CLEAN that house was.

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Heidi sat at her desk, a coloring sheet in front of her and a few crayons in front of her, she was coloring badly but to her, it looked like Picasso.

“I know how to color in the lines, unlike you,” Heidi looked up seeing Emma.

She was kind of bossy, Heidi didn’t like her but was always taught by Y/n to always be nice even if certain people didn’t deserve it.

“So? I’m trying and we’re in Kindergarten,” Heidi reminded her.

“And some of us still act like babies,” Emma stuck her tongue out at Heidi.

“Why are you so mean?”

“I AM NOT MEAN!”

“You are. I didn’t do anything to you,” Heidi said as she colored her picture. Emma grabbed a yellow crayon and scribbled a line all over Heidi’s picture.

Heidi stood up dropping her crayon and turned to Emma. Heidi pushed Emma to the ground.

Emma started to cry and Heidi got on Emma, pulling at her hair and threw the first punch and Emma cried and tried to push Heidi off her.

Heidi watched the blood trickle from Emma’s nose.

“HEY MÄDELS (hey girls)!!” The teacher yelled breaking up the fight between both girls.

Yeah…Heidi might have been taught to be nice by Y/n but König secretly taught her how to fight.

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König walked around the compound making sure everything was going smoothly till he heard his phone ring.

He looked down seeing Heidi’s school calling.

“Aww nichts (shit),” he mumbled. “Hello?” König tried to put on a fake happy tone.

“Hi, is this Heidi’s father?”

“Yes? Is everything okay?”

“I’m afraid not…your daughter Heidi had gotten into…an altercation with another female student, and I would like for you or your wife or the both of you to please come down to the school.”

“Yes. I will let my wife know. We’ll be there soon,” König hung up and rubbed his nose bridge. “Oh Baby, Mama wird verrückt sein ( oh baby, mama is gonna be mad).” He mumbled as he called Y/n.

“Hi, King, what’s going on?” He could hear the smile on her face.

“Ummm~ we have to go to the school.”

“Why?” Now he hears the smile drop.

“Heidi got into an altercation with another girl.”

“HEIDI!! She would NEVER!”

“Kleine mama (little mama), she did, they wouldn’t just call for nothing, we’ll have to go. I’ll be a minute before I get there.”

“Okay, I’m leaving,” Y/n grabbed her car keys and hung up her phone.

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Y/n walked into the school seeing her daughter sitting in a chair just outside the Principal’s office.

“Heidi,” Y/n coos as she bent down to her daughters level seeing no scratches on her daughter accept bloody knuckle.

“Heidi, did you-“

“I punched her mommy,” Heidi’s face was red with tears threatening to fall from her face. Y/n cupped her daughters face and kissed her forehead.

As she did they both heard the doors open and the girls turned to see König come towards them taking off his leather jacket.

“What happened?”

Y/n pulled König aside and whispered, “She punched her King…”

König looked at his daughter just behind his wife.

“What!”

“Her knuckle…they’re bloody…she’s so scared König, I’m scared they’ll suspend her…”

“Mamas…they might since she threw the first punch, she doesn’t know any better, she’s just a kid, they’ll probably suspend her for a day.”

“Mr and Mrs King?” Y/n and König looked at the Principal’s office. The parents of the other little girl came walking out. The little girl had an ice pack over her eye with it covered in blood.

The parents looked at König and shuttered at the fact that he was Heidi’s father. Y/n looked at Emma’s bloody ice pack and at her daughter bloody knuckles.

“Please come in,” The Principal said.

Y/n and König sat in front of the desk as the Principal came around the desk to sit in his chair.

“Now, as I think you two are aware. Heidi had punched Emma-“

“Over what situation?” König asked.

The Principal showed Heidi’s picture. “This is Heidi’s picture this yellow line…was Emma’s doing, Heidi got mad and threw a punch at Emma. Teacher said Heidi hit her and pulled her hair while Emma was on the ground defenseless.”

“Heidi just got mad because someone ruined her picture big deal. I’d be mad if someone messed up my project,” König said, leaning forward.

“What my husband is trying to say is that…Heidi doesn’t know any better and is just a child. Children always learn from their mistakes and sometimes their actions are stronger than their words…if that makes sense…she just probably thought that was the only way she could get her point across was being defensive…she probably didn’t even mean to punch Emma…she was so upset when I saw her knuckle.”

“Well…we asked her who taught her how to punch and she said,” The Principal looked at König. “That she learned fighting from you, sir.”

König’s eyes widened. He never told Y/n that he has given Heidi some fighting lessons. He slowly turned to look at his wife. He saw her jaw dropped and eyes widened.

*Oh fuck* he thought.

“What?”

“I am guessing, you were unaware?” He asked.

“Very,” she turned and glared at König. “I will be speaking to mein Mann und meine Tochter (my husband and daughter) once we get home,” she said.

“Well, in that case…Heidi King will be suspended for a day, she will come back Thursday.”

“Will do, Mr.Müller.”

Y/n and König walked out of the Principals office. König felt bad for not telling Y/n, but Heidi knew that she was definitely more in trouble then she was before. Heidi grabbed her daddy’s hand and walked behind her mother.

They got to the car König buckled Heidi in her car seat.

“Comfortable?” He asked and she nodded.

König got in the passenger side as Y/n started the car but didn’t go anywhere. She was just…pissed.

“You’ve been teaching her.”

“Oh no.”

“HOW TO FIGHT?! KÖNIG!!”

“I’m sorry okay?! She wanted me to show her some moves and they soon became into teaching lessons. I didn’t know she was gonna use them at school, it was just for fun, no one was supposed to get hurt, kleine mama (little mama).”

“WELL SOMEONE DID KING!”

“Mama…are you mad at daddy and me?”

“…no baby, I’m just…a little disappointed,” Y/n said as she drove off and headed home. “Tomorrow, Heidi. I want you to write an apology to Emma and her parents explaining you didn’t mean to let your anger to get the best of you, Thursday you’ll deliver it and you also will get no TV, no tablet, okay?”

“Yes, mama…for how long?” Heidi asked.

“…Till Sunday…”

“Okay,” Heidi looked outside as König looked at his wife.

“And me?” König asked.

“Well since you asked. You’ll be sleeping on the couch till I think you deserve to come back into the bed, no kisses, no hugs, no sort of physical affection-“

“I get it, I get it, noted,” he said.

———————

8:20PM

Heidi had pajamas on and moved her covers and got under them.

“MAMA!! I’M READY!” Heidi yelled as Y/n came into her daughters bedroom.

“Okay.” Y/n tucked in Heidi and kissed her forehead. “Baby?”

Heidi looked up at her mom.

“I want you to promise me one thing.”

“Yes mama?”

“Never, never, ever, do that again, okay?”

“Yes mama.”

“Good, thank you,” she kissed Heidi’s forehead again and stood up turning off her bedroom light and shut her door and walked to her bedroom.

“Good night, König,” Y/b turned off the living room light while König was still trying to get himself comfortable.

“Really?” König said as he plopped down and closed his eyes.

Honestly, Y/n liked having the bed to herself, she had so much room, she was spread eagle on the bed taking up her side and König’s side too.

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #fandom #fanfic #call of duty #mw2 #könig x you #könig fanfiction #könig x reader #könig cod #könig #könig call of duty #könig modern warfare #könig mw2 #konig mw2

[saltyr3mix]

OK SO IVE HAD THIS IDEA FOR A WHILE! i think it was inspired by a tumblr post but here is an outline for a Oliver gets possessed by litho timeline idea!

Child. was watching tv with his parents when they started to be....not great parents. ummmm he fights back and now has two dead adults on his hands but is like Sara in the sense he doesn't quite realize what hes done. or at least is one hell of an actor to the cops.

his siblings are still around but once parents died he was to young to hold custody so he hasn't seen them since that night. they moved away.

founders trio happens the same. but instead of phone calls Oliver grows distant watching some sort of news channel. still has the same effect and follows Sara's footsteps except with tv instead of phones.

Winnie shows up. we love to see it. Lewis dies the same. only Oliver is a lot less....i don't know...mischievous with it. hes more cold, calculated vibes than Sara's quick jabs and menacing one liners. i also think hes just a tad more sympathetic to Litho/Winnie than Sara because missing siblings/kids. he knows how that feels.

other deaths go the same minus the twins. because! we replace them with uhhhh idk yet. either Celio or Norman. someone close to Sara.

Sara! then gets Damien involved. for detective reasons and also because she knows hes been Olivers crush for years and can try to talk some sense into him

it didn't work. Oliver sends Sara to the basement and she get a radio instead of Tv which i think is fun!

i think Damien ends up making the virus in this au. in fact the way i see it the radio trap was meant for him but Sara ended up falling for it so hes in here looking for her but also trying to help Oliver.

Drama romance bloodshed, the series goes on as usual. other fun facts when Litho takes over Oliver's soul gets shoved into the WTD website, this is really my theory on what happend to cannon Sara. but making it cannon in this au because its cool.

Big end confrontation with the collector and stuff. we get a moment of softness from Litho seeing his brother again, and then star reveals he knows where the twins are. this is where major cannon divergence starts to happen. because that breaks Oliver out of Lithos control. even for a second. his eyes flash black to blue before Litho reeks havoc and memory stuff happens.

Wiatt ends up escaping along with Damien with their new found goal of finding Oliver's younger siblings while trying to restore everyone's memories.

Twins are either circus performers or just like genuinely living in the middle of no where with some random guy who i would connect to a character, like a sibling of one of the main cast.

Is this twin centric when it probably shouldn't be?.....yes. big reason ill never write this is because i always feel like im either dragging it to far from cannon or two close to cannon to make an au thats interesting.

Anyway feel free to ask be about it if you want. this is pretty much all i have for it but im more than happy to add more.

#welcome to dreamworld #wtdw #Welcome to dreamworld Au #oliver acrimony

[wouldvecouldveshouldve]

S3 Ep 6 Thoughts (AHS Coven)

Okay long flashbackkkk lets go

the intro music for all the seasons always hits idk why

YES ZOE WRANGLE THE GIRLS INTO HELPING YOU FIGURE OUT WHAT HAPPENED TO MADISONNNN

ouija board time :]

NO GIRLS DONT BE SCARED QUEENIE NAN DONT FAIL US LIKE THISSSS

cordelia! dump the mans ass! men are BAD cheating men are WORSE you went BLIND and he does this to you? begone thot

oh my god poor zoe finding madisons dead body FIONA WHY DID YOU KILL HERRRR DUMB WITCH

yes zoe! torture spalding!

OH MY GODDDD MISTY DAY LOML <3 LOOK AFTER KYLE YES YES <3

kyle is my zombie bf y'all

wait kyle nO don't murder the radio it did nothing to you! we get that ur traumatized but dont break stevie nicks :(

OMG YAY ZOE CAME TO TAKE MISTY AND KYLE BACK TO THE COVEN TO SAVE MADISON

madisons back bbg

CORDELIAS CHEATING BF IS A WITCH HUNTER??? HELL NAH

honestly misty so fair that shes not taking kyle, my poor swamp witch gf

misty getting bad vibes in the house girl this is american horror story it doesnt get better from here

WHO IS CORDELIA GEYTING ALL SEXY FOR maybe i just dont remember this man

madison babys awakeeeeee (and ofc she remembers her 2 teen choice awards how cool of her)

OH CORDELIA WAS JUST GETTING READY FOR BED BUT THERES A RANDOM MAN IN HER ROOM WITH AN AXE??? OH HELL NAH

oh shit he knows she's a witch oh fuck

OH HES A CRAZY BATHSIT GHOST WHO WANTS TO BE RELEASED FROM THE HOUSE!?!??!?

SIR STOP SWINGING THE AXE AT MY POOR GIRL

YEAH ZOE CAST THOSE SPELLLSSSSSSS

NAN QUEENIE AND ZOE WORKING TOGETHERRR <3

yeah BEGONE get cast away bitch

okay back to fiona bitch whats going on with you

oh her hairs falling out! Oh she has cancer!

Chug that cocktail girl it might be the last one you have left

oh ew spirit guys back? why's hetrying to flirt with old fiona here?

END OF EPISODE????

thoughts: okay this was a very chaotic episode - very scattered, cutting to different characters a lot, but like im understanding more of it. zoe was VERY interested in what could have happened to madison, and girlie was determined to help her - nan and queenie were scared to mess with the ouija board but like it helped them find madisons dead body so woo??? I kinda want them to let zoe's powers play into the series a bit more, since they've focused on nan's ability to hear people's thoughts and queenie's voodoo doll energy. what else ummmm Oh it was great to see misty and kyle, but we kinda see how kyle's reacting to the trauma of his mom by lashing out at misty when he's bathed. i rlly want zoe to take more care of him tho, since misty's kinda given up. RIP the fleetwood mac radio. a shame that misty didnt stay at the coven house though! cordelia's rlly going through it with the blindness, her husband cheating on her AND a spirit trying to hurt her??? poor girl! Rest in piss starling although you kinda suck. And fuck fiona bro, she can go die of old age! imagine killing madison just because she's about to take your place as head witch!

#kay watches ahs: coven #i know i didnt talk about murder house or asylum enough but im doing this thing where i get all my thoughts out about the show now #so heres my documented thoughts on each episode

[bulkhummus]

213 WTNV Reacts!!

1. Oooooohhhh history of Night Vale hello hello hello HELLO YEAH RADIO PERSONALITIES

2. Oh I KNOW JARED QIWLUDHSDLILIFUBSD ABBY MENTION BABY SITTER OH THE WAY I JUST SEIZED UP HES DEFINITELY NOT UR AGE CECIL — also what a casual way for cecil to be like “we are probably the same age” implying how he doesnt age— christ alive we gotta keep manifesting abby and also childhood stories

3. Dana! Her being a therapist is so funny — ummm why do i think one her patients is carlos —- god could you imagine

4. Oooh kareem kareem ! Cecil being caffeine hyper is funny, honey your addiction is showing.. but also dana being upset that cecil doesnt remember her trauma.. oh man .. thats so hard— its giving recently reeducated vibes

5. You’re so bad at keeping secrets babe.

6. oh god.. oh god.. holy fuck …um cecil being Mad 🧍unhinged.. tucks hair behind ear ummm hiiii.. hes rarely been mad like That before

7. Ummmm campus set up already? Pit of lost Souls? Cecil ……. Girl… cecil fucking hates lubelle god its so funny… also its weird to hear a logical explanation for stuff after all these years

8. Oh man she is on his SHIT LIST

9. OH UM HI KEVIN1!!!!! THATS VERY FUN TO KNOW — hey cecil why dont you know kevin… carlos is shaking in his boots i just know it

10. God cecil being afraid of his own reflection will never get old.. like never.. its so so so good.

11. oh v good weather!!!

12. That was a fun way to say tarantula

13. Joyous…….. Um so many references to smiling and gods and and and

14. Oh hate the whispering oh i hate that that wasn’t fun (it was fun)

15. It is giving brain wash— also christ alive cecils aura and vibe this episode is off the CHARTS unhinged

Im having so many thoughts they gave us so much and so little at the same time this episode

#so many thoughts #so many #wtnv #wtnv spoilers #welcome to night vale #wtnv 213

[rollercoasterwords]

Ok, I know youre a dorlene enthusiast, but what about 20, for Dormary( Dorcas and Mary)

20. you’re in a car with a beautiful boy and you're trying not to tell him that you love him.

from this prompt list!

oooh challenge accepted >:) major angst warning tho ummmm u are getting. unrequited dormary past dorlene. post-marlene's death canon compliant. sorrryyyyy <3

"you should eat something," mary says, because it's easier than saying stop grieving, less selfish than saying please look at me.

please, just once, just look at me.

dorcas stares out the window like she's trying to haunt her own body, like if she turns herself into a sacrifice maybe god will exist and bring marlene back. like that's possible. like that's something she can do.

"we can get something," mary says, "we'll go somewhere. where do you want to go?"

dorcas shrugs. mary strangles the steering wheel. she tries to feel less like a house of cards, collapsing.

they used to do this, all together. pile into the beat-up dust-brown hunk of muggle metal like it was a chariot, windows down and hair whipping in the wind. mary steering, marlene calling shotgun. sunshine hair and laughter and radio tyrant, spinning the dial, fighting with lily in the backseat, freckles and indignant hand-slapping when she leaned forward to complain. and mary would laugh and laugh and look into the rearview at dorcas meadowes, the calm in the center of the storm, leaning on one elbow and smiling that tiny, private smile that had mary's heart skipping beats.

and then lily had james, and four became three, and marlene turned around one day and saw dorcas in the backseat and it was always going to be them, wasn't it? no resisting gravity, no resisting the thunderstorm of a girl that was marlene mckinnon, the lightning crack of her attention and the thunderclap of her desire. mary had her hands on the steering wheel and her eyes on the rearview, watching dorcas watching marlene, watching marlene looking back and seeing the finally in dorcas meadowes' smile.

maybe she was a little bit in love with both of them. how could she not be?

mary parks at a chip shop, and dorcas doesn't answer when she asks what she wants, and mary pretends that it's because she's tired and not because the answer is that she doesn't want anything--nothing but the thunderstorm girl lying cold in a grave, the gravity-giant that dorcas cannot stop orbiting, that she refuses to bury. mary picks up the shovel and says grieve with me, grieve, and dorcas turns grief into a child, a needy wail that she cradles in her arms like a mother. mary returns to the car with a greasy bag of food, and turns the keys, and puts her hands back onto the steering wheel.

they drive. mary parks at the outcrop where they used to smoke with remus, the rocky scrub overlooking the sea. get her out of london, lily said, it'll do her some good. well, here they are--out of london and out of england and nearly out of gas, but still sitting in this fucking car. dorcas doesn't get out, so mary doesn't, either. she turns off the engine, lets the silence swallow them both.

in front of them, the sun is setting. the light kisses dorcas's skin and mary tries not to hate it, hates herself for the way she wants to crawl into the body of anything that is allowed to touch dorcas meadowes. before everything--before the war, and lily's wedding, and the Order and the death eaters and the dark mark hanging over marlene mckinnon's house--mary used to think about bringing her here. dorcas. she used to imagine it was just them in the car, looking at each other without the rearview in between, and she'd finally say it--finally say i haven't stopped thinking about you since i first saw you on that train and your smile makes me want to eat all the magic out of my body and if you would touch me, just once, i think i would become an entirely different creature. but she was afraid, and she waited, and lily married james, and marlene looked back, and the war came to kiss them all goodnight.

"i'm going to kill him," dorcas says, while they watch the sun bleed itself to death.

mary presses her eyes shut. she doesn't say marls wouldn't want that, because they both know it's not true. marlene mckinnon was a force of nature, and she couldn't die quietly, and anyone who loved her can hear her whispering from beyond the grave. avenge me, avenge me, love me with blood and hate and glory. there is no way to love a thunderstorm of a girl without being struck.

but god if mary doesn't hate her for it. if mary doesn't hate marlene mckinnon for being all that she was, for her gravity, for her laughter and her shark smile and her beauty. doesn't hate her for wanting the one thing that mary wanted too, for wanting it better and louder and braver, for being such an excruciating joy of a human that mary can't even blame her for it, for any of it, that mary still sometimes wants to crawl into the grave with her and beg her to come back.

dorcas meadowes is sitting beside her, in this car, in the place that mary has always wanted her to be. she's right there and she's not, and she'll never be, and she's already lost, and mary knew it from the moment that marlene mckinnon turned around in that front seat.

"you should eat something," she says, because it's the only thing left she can say.

#i actually. love how this turned out #unrequited love just Does Something to me #but yeahhhh sad sad sad sorryyyyyy #siken prompts

[rinbowaman]

since heeseung is every much into music does him and yn have like "their song" ? or a song that he associates with yn? ¿

They absolutely do my love. For every occasion too. I already mentioned in another ask, that I listen to Zayns - Pillowtalk (explicit version) when I write their smut or love making scenes. When I think of their fight/argument scenes, it’s anywhere between Metallica - king nothing or telephone - lady Gaga.

Now, as far as their song in the series, the one that I think is most fitting, and I’m even going to mention them listening to it in one of the chapters (like them turning on the radio and listening to it or something) I’ll have the Spotify link in it. So you’ll see ;)

I love every type of genre, and when it comes to THEIR ultimate song, which is funny you mentioned it bc I’ll be inserting one of them, bc honestly, there are a ton of songs that I listen to and think of heethan and reader. To name a few…

chanyeol + punch - stay with me (beautiful piece and probably the one that I listen to most bc it does make me think of heethan and reader, and there’s a fic written from another writer that is an enhaXreader, it also makes me think of those two as well.)

Taylor swift - this love (love the beat of this song. It fits heethan and reader so well)

Enrique iglesias - escape (OMG this song is so fitting for them…”you can run, you can hide but you can’t escape my love.” That’s…100% heethan)

troye Sivan - Angel baby (I always think of Heethan’s perspective when he thinks about reader whenever I listen to this song. The rhythm, the lyrics, the tune and the oompf it has…beautiful.

Ed Sheeran - perfect duet (with Beyoncé) (puhleeeeeese….do I need to say anymore than the title? That song is soo Heethanxreaden)

Beyoncé - smash into you (my favorite Beyoncé song and I def think of the pair when I listen to it.

Those are just examples.

honorable mentions:

Heethan song: chaconne - enhypen (I immediately thought of heethan when they came out with this track) also, bite me by enhypen, enter sandman - Metallica (not so much the lyrics but the beat just makes me picture angry and badass heethan) and often by The Weeknd (ummmm yeah…I’m pretty sure you know why lol this just screams heethan bc of the whole sex god thing….parts of the lyrics “baby I’ll make that p*s*y rain often” …yeah, you can’t tell me that isn’t your man, especially after what you e read this far)

Readen song : sweet but psycho - Ava max (this is so fitting…bc of reader and Eden…..I can’t even begin to tell you how much this song fits reader like…woooow.) kings and queens - Ava max and Roxette - she’s got nothing on (but the radio) literally Ava max’s kings and queens just screams Eden and Roxettes song just makes me think of reader bc….i love the tune and in a way…kinda true since heethan has her stripped like 90%of the time bc of …you know.. lol

[haruhey]

chronological thoughts of THE WALKING DEAD FINALE???

- im literally SO EXCITED

- SOMEONE HELP JUDITH SHES LIKE 3

- NOOO THE STORM TROOPERS

- lmaooo daryl got got

- omg judith doing the absolute most rn

- im sorry passed out daryl is such a funny shot

- if i dont see rick i will throw a fit

- OMG first girl off my list

- CAROL LEADING THEM IKTR ❤️

- OMG JUST A HARD CUT??

- aw omg i feel so bad for him

- NOO 5 MINUTES IN AND IM SOBBING BYEEEEE

- NOO I LIKED HIM A LOT

- I HAD FAITH IN HIM

- they r really going thru it

- OMG MY HEADCANON OF HIS BLOOD TYPE WAS RIGHT???? im publishing that fic rn

- stop sharing looks ur gonna make me scream

- judith if u die im gonna kill u

- PRINCESS SAVUNG UR MAN FRRRRR THIS SHIT IS VALID ASF !!!

- NEGAN GET AWAY FROM MAGGIE GET AWAY BACK

- THAT TRUCK IS MASSIVE

- COCO IS SAFE COCO IS SAFE IM GONNA SCREAMMMMMMM THIS SHOW IS SO AWESOME

- omg judith is alive thats so legendary

- she had plot armour anyways

- tender daryl ik he slayed ❤️❤️

- JUST KEEP HER BARRICADED

- omg ik it

- omg who tf was that that died

- UMMM they’re fucked

- i would simply die i could not survive this sorry to daryl but im different

- CLIMB FASTER ROSITA’S GONNA DIE

- SHES GONNA DIE

- ROSITA SLAY ROSITA SLAY

- my heart is literally beating out of my fucking chest holy shit

- omg i forgot about tomi i hope he survives

- tomi is kinda…

- hey tomi….?

- I CANT BELIEVE THEY DID THAT TO MY GIRL LYDIA

- NO JERRY IS GONNA BE FINE HE HAS SO MANY KIDS HE’LL BE OKAY IF HE DIES I’M GONNA THROW A FIT

- MAGGIE DOESNT NEED SHIT FROM YOU NEGAN

- whatever negan i hate you i hate yoy i hate you so much i hate you sooooo much

- at least he’s apologizing genuinely now

- ok coco is so cute

- EUGENE IS SO CUTE MY PATHETIC BABY

- look at how far he’s come

- NOOO SHE GOT BIT NOOOO

- ur really cramping her vibe rn eugene get over urself

- I LOVE THEM SO MUCH UR HONOR PLEASE 😭😭😭

- rosita it should have been gabriel ik im so sorry it should have been ME

- CARYL PARENTS 🫶🫶🫶🫶

- THEYRE KILLING PEOPLE????

- ummmm

- EZEKIEL SLAY ily ily

- omg caryl just radio silent

- OOOO BIG BAD FIGHT BIG BAD FIGHT SLAYYYY

- OMG THAT GIRL FROM THE KINGDOM IS STILL HERE thats so awesome i love her

- YOU SHOT A CHILD LMAOOOOOO

- HOLY SHIT THAT IS SO MANY WALKERS

- slay gabriel

- omg daryl gained consciousness

- JUST ALL FIGHT THE WALKERS I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY THEY WERE FIGHTING EACH OTHER YALL HAVE A COMMON ENEMY

- SLAY DARYL SLAY

- KILL HERRRR KILL HERERR

- JERRY IS ALIVE IK MY MAN WOULD MAKE IT IK IT JERRY I LOVE YOUUUUUU

- lmao lance

- she fucked him ik she did

- sniper on the rooftop

- OMG A ROCK DIVERSION

- i just know @belatalbotgf is getting flashbacks

- omg they have little codenames thats awesome

- OMG THEYRE BLOWING THEM UP

- simply a rick parallel

- OH MY GOD THEY BLEW UP EVERYTHING

- carol looks so hot rn im sorry im distracted

- SHE IS SO PETTY I LOVE HERRRR

- omg leaving w her boytoy in tow that’s such a power move

- i wish maggie would just be toxic and kill him

- GLENN WAS BEAUTIFUL I WILL NEVER LOVE ANYONE LIKE THAT AGAIN SHUT UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP UR CRAZY FOR THIS MAGGIE

- MAGGIE SLAY DONT FORGIVE HIM

- BECAUSE ALL I HAVE ARE MEMORIES AND I DONT WANT TO REMEMBER GLENN LIKE THAT SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UPPPPPP

- OMG A MEAL LIKE RICK’S DREAM SEQUENCE

- CAROL LAUGHING SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL 🫶🫶🫶

- omg negan giggling and blushing after daryl nodded to him

- YES A SAPPHIC COUPLE

- NO ROSITA PLEASE

- NOOOO ROSITA

- oh judith knows what’s up

- MY GIRLIES PLEASE 😭😭😭 THEY DONT DESERVE THIS IM SORRY ROSITA IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN MEEEEE

- ARE YOU KIDDING ME PLEASE ROSITA YOU DIDNT DESERVE THIS

- THE SHOT OF HER SHAKING HAND WHEN GABE GRABBED COCO THIS SHOW IS SICK AND TWISTED

- TIMESKIP

- omg he named his kid after risita

- EZEKIEL IS THE GOVERNER SLAYYYYYY

- MICHAEL MERCER LOOKS SO HAPPY PLEASE THIS IS SO CUTE

- CONNIE AND DARYL ARE SO CUTE

- STOP WAIT JUDITH R U KIDDING ME NO WAY

- fuck its negan nvm i thought it was rick whatever

- CAROL SHORT HAIR AGAIN IM IN LOVE

- EVERYONE LOOKS SO HAPPY SHUT UPPPPP

- carol is so gorgeous beautiful and show-stopping im gonna cry

- omg maggie sent daryl to france

- STOP STARING AT HER LIKE THAT IF YOURE NOT GONNA KISS HER DARYL

- I WISH YOU WERE COMING WITH ME

- SHUT UP??? THIS IS??

- no i can FEEL this sadness shut up

- STOPPPPP

- JUST KISS GUYS

- JUST KISS

- STOPPPP THE CUDDLE BY THE LAKE???

- A HAPPY ENDING WITH CAROL SHUT UP GUYS

- THE FUCKING I LOVE YOU NO FUCKING WAY

- THE WAY HE LEANT INTO THE KISS

- THEY SAID I LOVE YOU

- HE CANT STOP STARING THIS IS CRAZY

- WHAT WE COULD HAVE HAD WHAT WE COULD HAVE HAD WHAT WE COULD HAVE HAD 😭😭😭😭

- THEY SAID I LOVE YOU TO EACH OTHER

- RICK AND MICHONNE SHUT UP

- RICK GRIMES RICK GRIMES MICHONNE GRIMES MICHONNE GRIMES

- HERSHELLLLL

- michonne hello??? she looks so??? good???

- RICK GRIMES PUT THOSE DOGS AWAY

- CALLBACK TO HER INTRO

- LEAVE RICK ALONE LEAVE HIM ALONE HES GOT PLACES TO BE

- WE’RE THE ONES WHO LIVE

- leave him alone 😭😭😭

- that was crazy i cant believe it’s over (i will not be watching the daryl spinoff)

- maggie looks so good in dead city????

- i have now fallen back in love w the walking dead this is the best show ever

#haruviews #daryl dixon #get to know haruhey #carol peletier #the walking dead spoilers #the walking dead season 11 #twd season 11

[caracello]

my sibling is getting a steamdeck soon im gonna get to see yes man and benny while cuddled up in BED. win for small animals every where 😎😎😎‼️ also im drawing the moss....if radio was a companion where would you get her and what perk would he have :)!!!!

YESSSSSSSS STEAMDECK...SOON!!!!!!!!!! ummmm im not sure on perks actually!! shes good w repair but i wouldnt want to steal rauls thing. maybe smth with junk rounds or ammo..? like when u have her as a companion youre more likely to get shell casings and hell give you primer once a day or something. U WOULD pick him up in jacobstown tho probably +) its the same place u get lily but umm thats radium home. there or camp mcarran like hes doing mercenary work or smth!!

#ask #2001-aso #HIIIIII BUG +DD

[bestjoycestan]

1 and 5 ….ummmm ummmm hmmm joyce . jamie ….quinn 🤭

ur actually insane for giving me number one and joyce.....

stab, shoot or drown

i would stab joyce because it's the one that anyone is least likely to die from and i have to save her because we cannot function without each other. soorrry. i would then have to shoot jamie bc that's my little guy and he's strong, he can recover. joyce, however, could not recover from being shot, she's fragile and i want jamie to survive over quinn.... unfortunately, for you and for all the other quinn girls, i would have to drown this sweet little guy.

5. go on a six hour road trip with (no car radio, you choose who drives), sit next to on a six hour plane flight, sit across from on a six hour train journey

um joyce for the six hour road trip and i would drive (unless she was adamant about wanting to) because i want her to be able to relax and i would be the perfect driver for her. also that would be the best scenario for conversation. jamie for the train because i don't ever talk to anyone on a plane and i would want to try and make conversation with jamie and not also annoy him so badly he wants to kill himself and try and find a new seat. and sorry, again, quinn but you're getting sent to the bottom (you can nurse him back to health, tanya)

#sorry 🫣 #quinn may have the worst outcomes but at least i saved him for you so he doesn't get too attached to me and my charm u know #i hope joyce likes me hehe twirling my hair and kicking my feet rn #asks #please feel free to send more <3

[hopefulending]

hi i am so sorry to jump into your inbox but 1) another swiftie/shiv girlie gn of color hello 2) re. your cas thoughts, i have to know what u think his fave album would be bc ive been mainlining speak now lately & imagining it as one massive destiel AMV in my head so im biased

Hello!! ok first i must say: it was so so lovely to get an ask!! I haven't gotten one in forever bc i literally only reblog things loll so seeing it in my inbox made me delighted:)))

to your point of the swiftie of color/shivgirl of color intersection. that is what kimberle crenshaw was talking about!<3 i would love to hear your shiv ideas(this season etc) bc none of the ones ive seen so far have been that great to be quite honest

prefacing the next paragraph by saying this is all like my stupid opinions and im often changing my thoughts! so inconclusive, but...

re: cas taylor thoughts. well. he's a pop girlie that is for sure and certain. however i tend to think of him as more of a charli xcx or like marina kind of pop? intellectual classic tumblrina pop if you will. so I honestly see him liking lwymmd and blank space and like most of 1989? he went to target and bought the midnights cd etc. (caveat but I think he would like her lil outfits and performances--the visual element of her brand def). i also think he can appreciate like the our song or picture to burn if it's on the radio and he would know the words. but beyond that? i simply cannot see him clicking on spotify and navigating to back to december or haunted. like he listens to avril and slayyyter. I think he processes attitude and ditzy production less than lyrics, and a lot of tay songs are led primarily by their lyrics. I also just think he likes louder music? idk. DEAN however. dear john ugly crying in his car alone! please dont be in love with someone else!!! full volume in his cvs brand headphones!! laying flat on his back crying to last kiss in bed!! he i think is very into lyrics and emotion through writing and i think he would definitely fuck w speak now and fearless as well as like shake it off or whatever that episode had in it. I think if he explained/showed cas why he likes speak now, cas would resonate w it (even if only through association--ie, dean likes this song->i like dean->i like this song) and I think he would rly enjoy it then. fave album for cas ummmm maybe rep? i think he would like singing along to it while driving, he'd like the netflix movie of it and he'd like dean being emotional abt new years day etc. also because the entirety of spn post s3 is just cas having a hot rep era yk? this got SO LONG i'm so sorry

and obligatory to mention, but if you havent you absolutely need to see the dear john jurisffiction amv. neuron rewiring!!

anyway, I'd love to hear what you think about all this!! speak now IS one massive destiel amv i'm glad you're having fun w that:)

<333 mwah!

#spn #taylor swift #asks #thank you for enabling meee

[munstysmind]

https://at.tumblr.com/tr33-g1rl/weird-asks-that-say-a-lot/71ulmnww9fer

G'day Munsty!!

1, 4, 5, 7, 9, 12, 13, 16, 19, 22, 25, 27, 31, 34, 37, 43, 44, 48, 54, 59, 60, 63, 65, 68, 71, 77, 72, 84, 88, 93, 96

😈🤣

You're a menace!!

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Water bottles. I have a collection. It's starting to become a problem 🤣

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

"quiet" "a pleasure to teach" but also "has great potential but needs to apply herself more" "needs to focus in class" "excels at x but not yz" AKA all the classic struggles of an undiagnosed child with ADHD.

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Tumblers count as plastic cups right?? because every drink I consume is put in one.

7. earbuds or headphones?

Headphones. Earbuds irritate my tragus and daith piercings and i have little ears so they're always falling out.

9. favourite smell in the summer?

The bush. Specifically the bush at our cabin in Echuca.

12. name of your favourite playlist?

"Car Songs" on my Apple Music.

13. lanyard or key ring?

Key Ring. I'd get caught left and right if I had a lanyard.

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Cross legged. It's the only position that doesn't cause pressure on my hip so I'm always in it.

19. sleeping position?

On my back like a dead person 🤣

22. role model?

My grandma. I've looked up to her since i was about three. If I ever need advice, she's my first call.

25. first song you remember hearing?

The Little Mermaid soundtrack. That movie was on in our house on a daily basis.

27. favourite activity to do in cold weather?

Curl up on the couch in my Oodie and read

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

Honestly, no idea. I don't go out very much. Probably jeans and cool printed tee

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

NOT HAPPY JAN - Yellow Pages Ad - YouTube

Reading Writing Hotline.mpg - YouTube

Carlton Draught | "Big Ad" - YouTube

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

Duffel bag. I have become skilled at fitting a lot of clothes into one

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

Hoodie. Storm Hoodie to be exact

44. favourite scent for soap?

The Body Shop Satsuma and Lush Snow Fairy

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

I’d probably be a Mango because of how much I eat Mangos 🤣

54. what did you learn from your first job?

That Child Care is way more than just playing with kids all day. Some aspects of the job can be extremely hard.

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“For Fucks Sake”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

Ummmm… I don’t think I’ve ever seen any type of Anime. My brother would be so disappointed in me 🫣

63. five songs that would play in your club?

65. any permanent scars?

One on my left shin from where a top a chunk of skin out when I was shaving, a few in my knees from being a clumsy child and two puncture scars on my left hand from that time I rolled into my cat in my sleep when she was a kitten and squashed her

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Sarsaparilla and Aniseed. That’s shits nasty AF 🤢

71. least favourite pattern?

Those bright trippy ones that make your eyes go funny. They give me migraines.

72. worst subject?

Funnily enough, English. I am a terrible speller and nothing ever made sense to me.

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

Pothos. It’s the one plant I can completely neglect and will continue to thrive if it’s in the sun.

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcasts. I can skip them if the topic is boring. Can’t do that with live radio.

88. your greatest wish?

Happiness. It’s basic yes, but all I really want in life is to be happy.

93. nicknames?

Munsty, obviously, and Chicken Lips or Chick. Thanks Mum 😐

96. desktop background?

#munstysmind #ask game #inbox

[sonjabysonjamorgan]

hate how distracted i am by the fact that rachel in glee is starring in funny girl on broadway, which has never been done after barbra streisand*,after being chosen like months out of high school considering

its glee

i have watched one musical in full in my entire life, not including high school productions, so its not like i know the full history of broadway or anything to earn this opinion

who the fuck knows anything about funny girl anyways and is paying attention in 2014

it is rachel on glee getting exactly what she wants after 4 seasons, it makes some fucking sense u guys

*i think, ive already proven idk whats going on when it comes 2 theater and/or television

#ummmm also i dont wanna go in depth but #jdjejdjskkd i have been lsitening to old ass radio shows and fanny bryce had like a recurring character #thats literally an annoying toddler who gets yelled at by her dad bc shes being annoying #so thats...............the other thing i always think of besides melissa mccarthy.......

[mypoisonedvine]

Hii lovvee , Just read that amazing headcanon-where laurie hired private investigator to prove andy is cheating!!!!!girl that was amazing, fantastic and the way you write🙀🙀and then the smut😈😘ummmm Can you please write part 2 of that like in continuation & where like reader is kinda obsessed with him and ready to do whatever he want kinda thing????🥺🥺🥺

ah glad you enjoyed, here's a little more for you!! for those who haven't, read part 1 here

you were so swamped with work that it took you a few rings to answer the phone on your desk. when you finally did, you held the receiver between your shoulder and ear as you continued to shuffle papers, hastily reciting your rehearsed greeting with your name and the name of the private investigator company and a little unenthused question about how you could help them today.

"have you watched it yet?"

you tensed up, recognizing andy's voice on the other end. "what do you want?"

"I want you to answer the question."

"no," you lied, shuddering at the memory of how you stayed up all night and watched the footage of you coming on your hands and knees in his back seat. you'd rubbed yourself raw trying to chase an orgasm even half as good as the one he'd given you, but you knew from the beginning that your fingers weren't gonna cut it anymore, or your toys, or anybody else's touch. you needed him.

"afraid you'll like it?"

"not exactly," you frowned.

"it's a shame, I bet it would do pretty well online. 'desperate slut gets on her knees in the backseat and comes hard for fat cock.'"

you grimaced at the crude title he'd given it. "more like 'desperate married man harasses p.i. who exposed his affair'"

"not a very good title for a porn video."

"yeah, but a great title for a police report."

"really? so now it's a crime for me to call you, after I've already had sex with you?"

"it is when you won't leave me alone."

"I'll leave you alone, if that's what you want me to do."

you swallowed dryly, furrowing your brow. "of course it is...?"

"if you say so. but if it isn't, you know where to find me."

the line went dead as you glanced to the clock, wondering how long you'd have to wait until he went back to the bar you'd met him at before.

you didn't dress up this time, just wore what you'd had on at work all day, hoping he wouldn't say something cruel about the more practical look. thankfully, he didn't; in fact you weren't even sure he noticed what you were wearing before he all but tore it off of you, never breaking his lips from yours as he pulled you into an empty stall in the bathroom of the bar.

"fuck," you winced as he shoved you back against the wall, and he smiled as he bit down on your lip just hard enough to make you yelp quietly.

"turn around."

your pants and underwear were pulled down your ankles before your face had even pressed against the cold tile wall, your skin breaking out into goosebumps from both the cold and the feeling of being exposed.

"fuck, so wet already," he chuckled, slapping your ass and making you whine. "god, such a fucking slut, you want me to fuck you in the men's restroom of the bar, I've prosecuted hookers with higher standards."

"just shut up and put your cock in me," you groaned, tired of the shame game and wishing he'd just get it over with.

instead he slipped his cock between your thighs, sliding back and forth over your sensitive lips, spreading the slick over his shaft and your quivering thighs.

you sighed and shivered, amazed at how seemingly minor of a stimulation could make pleasure tingle up your spine and force your back to arch.

"like my cock rubbing against that needy little pussy?" he asked lowly, deep voice vibrating in your ear as his hot breath warmed the back of your neck. "you want me to put it in, don't you?"

you nodded and bit down on your lip, trying to move your hips just right so he'd slip inside, but he grabbed them and held them still.

"well you'll just have to wait, sweetheart."

he kept moving against you like that until you were a moaning, desperate mess, teetering on the edge as your walls begged for attention by flexing around nothing.

"please, andy, please fuck me... I need your cock inside me, don't make me wait anymore..."

he just chuckled and moved a little faster, brushing over your throbbing clit until your knees threatened to buckle.

"clench those thighs a little tighter baby," he instructed, moaning when you did it and thrusting a bit faster. "fuck, I bet I could come just from this, come all over your pretty thighs."

"n-no, andy please, please fuck me!"

"really, baby?" he pouted, kissing the back of your neck slowly while you sobbing and quivered beneath him. "cause I thought you were having so much fun ignoring me and dodging my calls and pretending you don't want me anymore."

"no-- god, andy, I want you so bad. I'm sorry. just please fuck me, I'm yours, I'm yours--"

you almost screamed when he suddenly pushed into you... all that anticipation and he still stretched you wide enough that it stung. but you liked it, you liked the way he moaned lowly against your ear and held your hips with a little more force; enough to bruise.

"fuck, still so tight," he groaned, "can't wait to stretch you out, pretty baby."

when he wrapped his hand around your neck, you realized he hadn't taken his ring off this time. you moaned at the feeling of the cool metal on your skin before the sound was lost to his tightening grip on your throat.

"I know you're already so close, go ahead and come for me, you can breathe again when I think you've earned it."

you were starting to lose touch with all sensation that wasn't coming from him; suddenly you couldn't hear the muffled radio playing from the bar, the ambient hum of air conditioning and flourescent lights. you could only hear his breathing in your ear, those deep grunts that punched from his lungs each time he buried his cock in you entirely.

you were sure if it was the fucking or the choking that made you see stars, but the coming certainly didn't help. you gasped for air uselessly as your walls tightened and pulsed harder than you knew was possible, your legs giving out such that it was only his weight boring into you that held you up against the wall.

"that's it," he cooed, "soak my fuckin cock."

when he released your throat suddenly, you made the most humiliating noise that laid somewhere between a gasp and a cry and a whimper, feeling as if time had slowed down for a few minutes only to jump back up to its normal speed and leaving you reeling.

"good job, princess, you made a nice big mess all over me," he hissed through his teeth, his tone making you unsure if it was a compliment or a scolding. "go on and give me one more before I fill this little pussy up."

"a-andy, I can't," you protested.

"yes you can, honey," he encouraged, "see? I'll show you."

he reached around your body to rub two thick fingers in circles over your swollen clit, making your overstimulated body jolt and jerk wildly.

"fuck!" you cried, trying uselessly to push his hand away. "s'too much, can't take it..."

"you take whatever I give you, sweetheart, and you take it with a grateful fuckin attitude," he growled threateningly. "now come for me again, and say my name when you do."

it was all washing over you before you could stop it, sending your mind and body into overdrive as a sharp, nearly painful pleasure burned in your core. you were pretty much incoherent at this point, but still managed to sob his name as you reached your peak, his cock slamming right into the most delicate spots inside you over and over.

"fuck, good girl," he praised. "want me to come inside you, sweetheart? mark this pretty cunt of yours?"

"please," you sobbed, "yours, andy, it's all yours."

"that's right," he sighed as you felt his cock start to flex against your channel, "all mine."

you sobbed weakly as he pumped you full of his come, one thick stripe at a time until you felt like there wouldn't be any room left inside you. and it seemed to be true when he pulled out after catching his breath and a steam of hot, sticky come ran down your thigh.

"see you soon," he whispered as he finished buckling his belt and unlocked the stall door, taking one last glance at you looking completely and entirely wrecked, before slipping away and leaving you alone again.

#andy barber x reader #andy barber smut #andy barber headcanon

[calamitykaty]

The Wedding Date Owen x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3248

Requested: NO

Warnings: Like one swear word, mention of crime, mention of alcohol

Y/N tapped the RSVP for her college roommate’s wedding on the table several times before grabbing the red pen that sat to her left and quickly checking the plus one box. She quickly stuffed the embossed card back into the pre-stamped envelope and pushed her chair back from the table. 

She darted out to her mailbox, her bare feet slapping against the cool concrete of her driveway. Y/N slid the envelope into her mailbox and lifted the red plastic flag on the side. 

“Are...are you mailing something?” Her neighbor and best friend, Owen, laughed as he crossed the street and made his way over to her. 

“Yes, I am mailing something, what’s it to ya?”

“What’s next? Gonna take your horse and carriage to town?”

Y/N stood with her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowed at the blonde boy, “I honestly don’t know why I am friends with you.” 

Owen threw his left arm around her shoulders and used his right hand to ruffle her hair, “you’d be much more believable if you could actually hold your poker face.” 

Y/N ducked down so that Owen’s arm fell from her shoulders as they reached her front door.

“You wanna come in?” She lifted her right eyebrow. 

Owen let his gaze fall to the welcome mat as he chewed on his bottom lip before he shook his head and stuffed his hands in his pockets, “Nah, I should get back to mine… a lot of interviews today.” 

“What a shame, I have an unopened bottle of Jameson that had your name on it.” Y/N teased as she stood in her doorway, cracking a smile at Owen before she let the door fall shut. 

Owen stared at the bright red door for a moment before spinning on his right foot and heading back towards the street. He passed her mailbox and hesitated, his head turned to glance at her house before he took a few steps backwards and quickly pulled the mailbox open. He grabbed the small maroon envelope and stuffed it into the pocket of his hoodie before darting back across the street to his house. 

Several hours and three interviews later and Owen found himself sitting in the middle of his bed, his legs crossed under him and the envelope twirling in his fingers. He tossed the envelope onto the surface of the bed in front of him and rested his elbows on his knees while his hands cradled his face. He stared at it for several minutes and chewed at the inside of his left cheek before taking a deep breath and letting the air exhale in one steady stream from his lips. 

“Fuck it,” Owen muttered to himself and picked the envelope up, his pointer finger ran along the seam of the seal, tearing the red paper. He hastily pulled out the small embossed card that was nestled inside and furrowed his brows as he brought it closer to his face to read. His eyes immediately fell to the small red checkmark on the plus one box, the corners of his lips falling as he frowned. 

He tossed the card back onto his bed with a huff and fell backwards until his head crashed down softly onto his pillows. He stared at the ceiling, confused as to why he was so upset about Y/N having a plus one to a wedding he didn’t care about. 

Owen was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of his cellphone chirping at him. His right hand smoothed across the bed until it found his phone. He held the phone above his face, wincing as he dropped it, the corner smacking his forehead. He sat up, his left hand rubbing his forehead as he looked down at his phone. His lips tugged up into a smile at Y/n’s simple text. 

“Dinner?”

Y/N had only lived on her own for about a year and still hadn’t grown accustomed to only making enough food for herself and Owen was always happy to oblige her invitations to eat with her. He let his thumb click on the thumbs up emoji and clicked send before rolling out of the bed and shoving the phone in his back pocket.

He grabbed the torn envelope from the foot of his bed and wandered over to his desk where he tore a small sliver of tape from the tape dispenser and re-sealed the envelope. He slipped on his shoes and darted out of his house, making sure to drop the envelope back into her mailbox before he jogged up to her door. 

“Is that garlic bread that I smell?” Owen asked as he let himself into her house and made his way to the kitchen where Y/N was pulling out two plates from the cabinet. 

“Y/n!” Owen laughed, peering over her shoulder at the mountain of pasta that was sitting in the pot on the stove, “you made enough pasta to feed a small village.” 

Y/N placed the plates down on the counter and turned around with a smirk on her face. She jabbed Owen in the chest with her pointer finger “well, then I guess it’s a good thing that you’re practically a human garbage disposal.” 

Owen let laughter erupt from his chest as Y/N’s smirk spread into a smile and she stared up at him with a playful gleam in her eyes. He let his eyes scan the details of her face before briefly staring at her lips. Owen cleared his throat and stepped around her to grab a plate, the tops of his ears burned red as he piled the spaghetti noodles onto his plate. 

“So,” Owen slurped the noddle from his fork, “Have Mercy is coming to the Opolis on the 21st, you wanna go?” 

Y/N crinkled her nose and pursed her lips “21st of?” 

Owen twirled his fork around his pasta, collecting noodles before he looked up to catch her eye, “December 21st.” 

“Ah, I can’t,” Y/n pulled her lips into a thin line before letting her bottom lip poke out, “Ashton’s wedding is that same day, I’m sorry.” Of course, Owen had already known that. 

Owen dropped his fork and pushed his plate towards the middle of the table as he shook his head, “no worries, you gotta date to this wedding or you going stag?” Owen let his eyes fall to his discarded plate as the question left his mouth, hoping that his snooping wasn’t as obvious as he had felt it was.

Y/N looked past Owen, her eyes focusing on the vineyard painting that hung on the wall behind him, “oh, ummmm….I actually needed to talk to you about that.” She let her eyes move to the left, meeting Owen’s expectant eyes. 

“Oh?”

Y/N nervously grabbed her glass of water and sipped it through the straw before placing the glass back down on the table. She cleared her throat and let her eyes fall to her hands before looking back up, “I need you to go with me a-as my date.”  

Owen rolled his lips into his mouth in an attempt to stop the smile that was threatening to pull at the corner of his mouth, a sense of relief washed over him at the news that she didn’t have a date. 

“Like a date-date? Or...like a wingman?” Owen quizzed, trying his best to keep his voice neutral while his heart raced in anticipation of her answer. 

Y/N narrowed her eyes at the blonde boy, “please don’t make me embarrass myself even more than I already am right now.”

“I wasn’t...I just want to know my role.” Owen held his hands up by his head in defense.

Y/N eyed the boy nervously and chewed on her bottom lip. Her eyes scanned over his face slowly before she decided that he truly wasn’t making fun of her. She released her lip from the torturous grasp of her teeth and met Owen’s waiting eyes, “a date-date…” she exhaled. 

Owen let the smile he had been holding back spread across his face, his eyes crinkled at the corners, “okay, just don’t accidentally fall in love with me after I swoon you by being the best date.” He said cooly, in direct contrast to the way his palms were nervously sweating. 

The 21st of December snuck up on Y/N and she wasn’t sure why she was so nervous as her doorbell rang, a welcome change to Owen’s typical move of just letting himself into her house. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, taking one last glance at herself in the full length mirror. She smoothed out the fabric of the royal blue dress that fell from her hips and checked her teeth to make sure there was no lipstick on them.

“Good to go.” She muttered quietly to herself and made her way to the front door. She pulled the door open, Owen stood on the other side in a tight fitting maroon suit with a black button up and black bow tie. 

“You look dapper!” Y/N exclaimed at the same time that Owen let out a breathy “wow…” 

Y/N blushed as she felt Owen’s eyes trail across her body before he extended his elbow to her. She loosely wrapped her arm around his and let him lead her to the car. 

Owen’s fingers lightly tapped against the steering wheel as they drove to the wedding venue. 

“Did you tell anyone about me? I-is there anything I should know?” He glanced over at Y/N.

“Nope! We get to improvise! Good luck!” Y/N joked, her laughter drowning out the song on the radio and Owen let his eyes linger on her face for a moment longer than necessary. 

He pulled into a parking space near the front of the venue and put the car in park before pulling the key from the ignition. 

“Just a sec…” he murmured and got out of the car before quickly making his way around to her door. He pulled the door open for Y/N and offered his hand to her.

‘What a gentleman,” she playfully teased as she placed her right hand into his waiting hand.

They piled into the venue, hushed apologies and knees bumping strangers as they carefully made their way to two open seats in the middle of the fourth row. Owen’s knee bounced anxiously and Y/N found herself placing her left hand on his knee, lightly squeezing it. Owen subconsciously placed his hand on top of hers and neither of them dared to make eye contact through the intimate exchange. 

Y/N’s heart filled with pride as she watched Ashton stand at the alter with Matthew. 

“She looks like a dream..” Y/N quietly whispered. 

Owen turned his head to stare at Y/N, a smile gracing his face at the tears that were welling in her eyes as she watched her friend exchange vows. 

“Yeah...a dream.” He whispered back to her, his heart racing as her eyes met his before the moment broken by clapping as the pastor announced the newlyweds for the first time. 

Owen intertwined his hand with hers as they stood up and slowly followed the rest of the wedding guests to the reception hall. Y/N tugged him over to the guest book and signed their names before dropping the wedding card filled with various gift cards into the card box. 

Owen’s eyes scanned the seating chart until he found Y/N’s name +1, “we’re at table seven.” He informed her and proceeded to let himself be pulled behind her until they reached their table. 

Owen’s eyes widened as she dropped his hand and began squealing alongside three other girls, their dates sporting the same bewildered look as Owen.

“I’ve missed you”

“No! I’ve missed you!”

“You look fantastic!”

‘You have a date!” 

“I do have a date!” 

Owen’s eyes bounced between each of then as they spoke quickly and with enthusiasm and before he knew it, Y/N was back at his side. Her lips tugged into a smile as she introduced him to their table mates, whose names he had already forgotten. 

They sat around the table and Owen tried his best to keep up with the small talk while dinner was served. Owen lifted his glass of water to his lips and nearly choked at the question that the girl with the shoulder length red hair asked him. 

“She didn’t pick you up from a jail cell did she?”

“I’m sorry, w-what?” Owen sputtered. 

‘Oh! You don’t know about Y/N’s illegal activities! This is fun!” The girl that was across the table from Y/N squealed. 

Y/N rolled her eyes at her friends, Jennifer and Chelsea. “I have never been arrested.” She assured Owen. 

Owen raised his eyebrows at her before turning to her her friends, “please, do continue” 

“Okay! Picture this, it was sophomore year and these two,” Leigh pointed to Jennifer and Chelsea, “ had gone home for the weekend.” 

Owen nodded, not sure why that information was pertinent. 

“Okay! Then this one,” she gave Y/N a pointed look, “comes into my room and says that she is bored. So i’m like, well what do you want to do? And do you know what this one says?” Leigh stopped for dramatic effect. 

“She says, I dunno let’s commit a crime!” Leigh is on the edge of tears as she laughs at the memory. 

“Oh? You never told me I was getting involved with a criminal” Owen teased Y/N. 

Y/N rolled her eyes but the smile that her lips curled into gave her away, “it was nothing, I just stole a mailbox.” 

“Nu-uh! You made us steal a street sign first and when we bailed on you then you made us steal a mailbox!” 

“Semantics…” 

Owen slipped his hand into her left hand and brought her knuckles up to his lips, “I don’t know, finding out that you’re a bad girl...is kinda hot.” He kissed her knuckles and let her hand fall back with his down to his knee. 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Leigh tutted, “she’s not that bad...she made us bake cookies after committing two federal crimes.” 

Y/N broke out into giggles “oh my god, and I painted the mailbox and use to leave letters for them to find!” 

Owen couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she laughed at the memory. He wasn’t sure when exactly he started looking at her through different eyes but he so badly wanted to kiss her. His train of thought was broken when Y/N pulled her hand from from his and squealed with the other girls as “their” song started to blast from the speakers at the dance floor. She leaned down and kissed Owen’s cheek before making a dash to the dance floor with Chelsea, Jennifer and Leigh. 

Owen watched as Y/N glided around the dance floor while she danced with her friends. He was mesmerized by the joyful way she threw her head back, her curls cascaded down her back and her laughter floated through the air like a melody to a song that only she knew. His chin was resting on his hand, being propped up by his elbow on the red fabric covered round table. 

“I remember looking just like you when I realized I loved my lady.” 

Owen was brought out of his thoughts by the raspy voice of the elderly gentleman that sat at the table across from his. 

“Oh, no..i’m not--it’s not--” Owen sputtered and the elderly man chuckled as he got up from his table and pulled out the chair next to Owen’s, slowly lowering himself into it. 

“Don’t try that with me son,” he patted Owen on the shoulder, “you are completely smitten.” 

Owen’s cheeks were glowing pink at the man's words. He let his eyes travel back to the dance floor, Y/N smiling at him as his eyes landed on hers. Before he had even registered what he was doing, his chair was sliding back against the hardwood floor and he was walking towards Y/N. The opening piano notes of Haley Reinhart's rendition of Can’t Help Falling In Love rang out through the speakers as Owen reached her. 

“Hi, jailbird” he breathed out and placed her hands on his shoulders, his own falling to her hips. His thumbs rubbed circles into the fabric of her dress as they gently swayed to the music. 

Owen grabbed her right hand from his shoulder and spun her around before pulling her back to his chest.

 Y/N smiled up at Owen, her red painted lips parting to show her white teeth and her eyes creasing at the corners, “who knew you could dance, Joyner?” Her breath hitched in her throat as Owen leaned forward and she could feel his breath fanning across her cheek. She swallowed, her eyes following his as they moved from her lips and back up. She moved her right hand to the back of his neck, their lips centimeters apart. She closed her eyes as his lips barely ghosted across hers. 

“Ladies and gentleman, if you could please turn your attention to the newly weds, Mr. and Mrs. Corbin for the newlywed shoe game.”

“I’m sorry, I-i was caught up in the moment.” Owen pulled back, his face flushed red and his left hand rubbing the back of his neck nervously. 

Y/N’s heart sank at Owen’s words. She had never given the idea of Owen kissing her much thought but after it almost happening, she suddenly wanted to experience it. 

“Oh...ummm y-yeah.” Y/N took a step back from Owen and turned her attention to the newlyweds who were sat in the middle of the dance floor on two chairs with their backs to each other. They each had a shoe in one hand and took turns lifting it as the DJ rattled of questions like “who was the first to make the first move” and “who is more likely to wake up grumpy.”

Y/N’s eyes shifted back to Owen, her right hand lifted to her face where her fingertips gently brushed across her lips. Owen watched the girls motion out of the corner of his eye, her nervously chewed on his bottom lip and glanced back to his table where the elderly man was still sitting. The man shot a wink at Owen and lifted his hand in a shooing motion. 

Owen shook his hands out and crossed the small distance between them. Y/N’s brows furrowed for a moment before Owen’s hands cupped her cheeks and his lips gently connected with hers. Her right hand slid up his chest and curled at the nape of his neck, deepening the kiss for a moment before pulling back. Their short breaths mixed with each others, their lips slightly brushing as they composed themselves. 

“Owen?” Y/N’s searched his eyes for an answer, her cheeks flushed. 

Owen’s thumbs careers her cheeks before his hands fell to grab both of hers, “I don’t know what this is but I wan’t to be your date to every wedding, Y/N. I...I want to try this...try us.” 

Y/N looked down at their intertwined hands, “you were right,” she looked up at Owen through her eyelashes, “you did swoon me.” 

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Warnings: Fear of death

Part One

100 G/T Prompts masterlist

Borrowers, Trauma, & Pasta: Chapter 2

(16. Trust)

Will watched as the two siblings stared at him with a mixture of fear in confusion. They didn't say anything, just eyed him warily. That was okay, it wasn't like he wasn't used to having one sided conversations. Being a social reject came in handy sometimes. 

"I thought you guys might be hungry." Will said, pointing at the noodle on the 'plate'. "Though I didn't know I had another guest here. I'll get a plate for you too. What was your name? El was it?"

"Don't call her that." The male one said, his eyes glaring through his black matted hair. 

"Ian! Do you want to piss him off?!" she hissed back at him.

The girl looked up at Will in fear, as if she was expecting some sort of negative reaction. Guilt tore at him for being her source of it.  

Will gave him a reassuring smile. "It's alright. What should I call you then?"

"None of your business!" The one called 'Ian' said before the girl could say a word. 

"Okay, fine mr. 'none of your business', do you guys want some pasta?"

Ian narrowed his eyes at him. "What game are you playing at?"

"Excuse me?" Will asked in confusion. 

"I know you giants aren't kind. Why are you giving us food? Did you poison it!?"

"God no!" Will snapped. Both borrowers flinched at his loud tone. "Sorry," he muttered, quieter now, "Listen, is it really that hard to believe that I don't want to harm you? I'm not a psychopath, okay? I'm not just going to harm some people for being smaller than me."

That didn't seem to convince Ian, but the blonde one seemed to be considering his. words.

"R-Really?" she asked in disbelief. "You a-aren't go-going to har-harm us?"

Her brother shot a glare in her direction. "Really El? Don't be naive. I know you are sick and haven't eaten in days so you must not be thinking clearly, but you can't trust him. Don't make the same mistake our parents did."

"Wait.. you haven't eaten in days!?" Will looked at the small girl with concern. She didn't look well at all. She was as scrawny as her brother and looked just as underweight and malnourished. Her unkept stringy hair clung to her forehead, which was slick with sweat. The young girl was unnaturally pale, except for her red nose and bloodshot eyes. Was she sick?

The young girl sneezed and looked up at him warily. "Y-Yeah."

Will pushed the 'plate' closer to the girl. "Please eat."

She looked at the noodle hungrily. 

"El," her brother warned. "Don't eat that."

She glanced back and forth between Ian and the noodle, seemingly unable to decide. 

"It's alright," Will tried to reassure her. "You can eat it."

"El, no! Don't even consider it!"

Will sighed in frustration. This wasn't going anywhere.

Both of the borrowers flinched. 

"Sorry." Will muttered, he had the feeling he would be saying that word a lot. "Is there any way I can prove it's not poisoned?"

Ian looked up at him, eyes filled with a mixture of fear and distrust. "No."

Will wanted to slam his head into the counter. This was getting nowhere. "What if I eat it? Then will you believe it's not poisoned?"

Ian scoffed. "Of course not! It's obvious that you put just enough poison in the food to hurt us but not you. It would take a lot more to harm you, wouldn't it!?"

This was it. The paranoia wafting from this dude had already taken too much of Will's sanity. "Okay fine. I give up. You don't have to eat it if you don't want too. Clearly I'm just scaring you. I'll leave. You guys can go, just please don't hurt yourself."

And with that Will left the room, calling Olivia on his way out.

~

Ian was dumbfounded. Never in his life did he expect a giant to just give up. When he flat out refused to eat that poisoned food, he expected the giant to yell and scream, maybe turn Ian into a red stain on the countertop. The last thing he was expecting was this.

No way did that giant just give up. He HAD to be planning something. Had to have some sort of ulterior motive. But what could it be? Wait.. didn't the giant call someone on the way out? Shit! He called someone on the way out! Pest control! The fucker called pest control to kill him!

"Ian, are you alright?" his sister started rambling to him, "Why aren't you saying anything? Are you mad at me? I'm sorry I talked to the giant, okay? I-I just didn't want you to get hu-"

"Elissa! We have to get out of here now!"

"Why? Because we were seen? He honestly didn't seem that bad-"

"El! Don't be stupid, that giant was trying to trick us and you fell for it! He just called pest control! We need to leave, NOW!"

Elisa's face turned white as a sheet. "P-Pest control?"

Ian grabbed her arm, "Come on, let's go!"

Elissa didn't. Instead she started violently coughing. "I-I ca-can't. It already took too much e-energy walk over here. J-Just go without m-me."

"No! I won't leave you! I'll carry you if I have too!"

Elissa frowned softly, looking seconds away from passing out. "We both know you are too weak to carry me. Just go, mom wouldn't want us both dead."

"No!" Ian summoned all the strength he had, and carried her. Even in his weakened state, she felt surprisingly light. Too light. They had to get food the second they got out of here. Ian glanced back at the door one more time, and then ran.

~

Olivia tapped her fingers on the table impatiently. Ian was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago.

"Is there anything I can get you?" The barista asked for the third time.

"No. Just waiting for a friend."

"Well if you're going to sit at a table, you'll need to order something." Olivia swore her tone just got colder. Impatient bitch, wasn't it a barista's job to be nice?

"Ugh fine, gimme a venti vanilla bean créme frappe."

"And what would you like to get for your friend?"

"I'm not paying for him."

Olivia swore she saw judgement flicker on her face. "And what is your name miss?" Nosy bitch, the hell is her problem? I'm not paying for a jackass who is late.

"Olivia. With an 'O'. "

"Thanks, it will be out in a few minutes. I hope your friend comes." Conceded bitch.

A few minutes later the barista came back, drink in hand and a smug smile on her face. "Where's your friend?"

"Not here." she grumbled, glancing down at the name written on her cup. "Alivea".

"Would you like your drink to go then?"

Olivia sighed, about to finally leave this stupid Starbucks, but then her phone rang.

About time Ian decided to actually give her a heads up on no-showing. "You better have a good fucking reason for ditching me ya know. You better not have ditched me for that guy you just met right? Please tell me you just gave him pasta and left."

"Livvvv, I couldn't just do that! I had to apologize! I think he was still pretty pissed I scared the shit out of him."

"What the fuck did you do to even scare him Ian!"

"Please stop sweari-" the barista said before Olivia flipped her the bird and walked to her car.

"Livv I didn't even do anything!" Ian insisted, "I just existed!"

"... Ian. How the hell did you even find this dude? You barely ever go outside."

"Ummmm promise not to freak out?"

Uh oh, there went all the alarm bells ringing in Olivia's head. "Sure.... now TELL ME."

"Well I uh kinda found him in my um-"

"Spit it out. I don't have all day."

"I uh found him like in my house."

"Some dude broke into your house!?!? Why the hell didn't you call the cops, and why the hell did you APOLOGIZE to the dude who fucking BROKE INTO YOUR HOUSE!!"

"Well technically I don't think he actually broke anything..."

"Ian, call the fucking cops. That lunatic could have murdered you in your sleep."

"If he wanted to do that, he would have done it by now. It's fine, he won't hurt me."

"... Wait... what the hell do you mean BY NOW? Has this dude been LIVING in your house?"

Ian paused, "I mean I think so? I mean it's not as bad as you think though, I don't think he had a choice!"

"If you're homeless you go to a homeless shelter, not break into people's houses and live in their closet!"

"I actually think they're living in the floorboards.... "

"THEY'RE!! What do you mean they're!! There is another psycho living in your house!?!

"Wait Liv, give me a chance to explain! It's not as bad as you think! They're harmless, and I think they just need help!"

"Give me one reason not to call the cops right fucking now!!"

"Promise to not call me crazy?"

"You're already crazy for letting two psychos live in your house."

Ian went radio silent for a couple seconds, then his voice returned in a whisper. "Well uh they're like uh kinda four inches tall?"

Olivia almost dropped her phone. No, it couldn't possibly be them, could it!?

The grip on her phone tightened. "What did they look like?"

"Um tiny siblings? Both really pale. The guy has black eyes and hair, and his sister has blue eyes and is blonde? Why? Do you actually belie-"

No, it was THEM.

Her phone smashed into a thousand tiny pieces on the concrete.

Part 3

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