#I know not everyone is comfy writing for them but I am and anyway I can help give more rep I want to

[chaoticneutralgood2627]

Advice to College Students (From someone who's trying to apply for a master's program)

Note that these are in no particular order and from my own particular experience. I will add if I think of more.

TAKE NOTES ON EVERYTHING, ESPECIALLY IF YOU FIND IT COOL: your brain will tell you 'I'll remember that fact, it's so neat!' Your brain is a BITCH. You will not remember SHIT. Take ALL the notes. If you can record your classes, even better!

Write down who your professors are for each class. Make a big document. All the years. Write them. Write down their vibes and if you like them. Write down what sort of assignments they gave. Because I'm over here trying desperately to remember which professors I had multiple classes with so I can beg them for recommendations.

Save your assignments. Even if they're horribly cringey. You can use this to gauge how far you've come. I know it hurts your soul. I have fanfic from when I was 12. Do it anyway.

When they tell you the grad school shit, pay attention. Even if you don't plan to go back to school. Because I didn't listen and now I have changed my mind and I have no recollection of that section of school.

Networking. Gather contacts from your classmates. If for no other reason than because you think they're intimidating and you don't want your LinkedIn to look depressing. They're probably just as intimidated by you. And if not, you can pretend they are.

College is not high school. Next to no one has friends at first. Everyone is a disaster. Talk to people. You might not find Your People in your first friend group. That's fine. There are people there somewhere that can make life less awful. The worst they can say is no, you can't be friends with us (and most people aren't that bitchy). The universe is big and no one is judging you harder than you are.

It's not that friends Can't Live Together, it's that people have different organization styles and needs for survival and sometimes those Do Not Mesh. If you're going to live with someone, make sure that you have talked about things.

Everything can go on a resume if you word it right. Editing a friend's paper? Congrats, you have editing and tutoring experience. Playing DND on weekends? Cooperation and teambuilding to work towards a common goal, sometimes in the face of creative differences (your friends want to Fight Everything and you want to Stay Alive (or reversed)). EVERYTHING CAN GO ON A RESUME.

There are so many resources on campus. Use them, for the love of god because then you're going to be an adultier adult and realize that there is not a med center right across the campus.

Find what motivates you. Mine is spite, I am applying to grad school to get out of retail and to spite 2 specific supervisors. Cling to that when you want to drop out and quit.

There is not a specific route to take in college. Or out of college. Listen to yourself rather than everyone's advice (I am aware that this is ironic to be on an advice post).

If you think you can wake up at 9 after like 4 hours of sleep, that is the devil talking to you. Go to bed.

On the same note. I am aware that you woke up at like 5 for high school. You will not want to exist before noon. 8 am classes are not illegal, but they should be.

Take care of yourself. You're paying a shit ton of money to be there, you can take an hour to eat the food. Plus, if you take care of yourself, then you will work better.

There will be weird shit happening all over. Just roll with it. Unless it's hurting someone or has the potential to hurt someone (my one friend got stalked).

You are not required to stay somewhere social if it's creeping you the fuck out or if you aren't comfy. I think I went to a single party in my entire college life and I hid in the corner with their illegal kitten the whole time.

Speaking of illegal kittens. If you know someone has an illegal kitten, no the fuck you do not. There probably will be at least one. And you do not know about it.

#college life #college campus #college students #advice #college advice #college #student #help

[garbbitch]

Can you write something about reader and Julien being friends forever and ignoring their mutual pining (which is obvious to everyone around them) until one day one of them finally breaks?

mutual pining

julien x reader (roomate)

fluff!

i hope yall like it

i feel like she would try to be subtle, and it would work most of the time until lucy or phoebe were around cuz they would obviously know she likes you

you would be subtle too but also would be super blushy and stuff when you guys talk.

i feel like she would call you little pet names, nothing that’s too specific like baby or honey or babe or something super specific to relationships but she def calls you princess or sugar and she always does it by accident, like it even surprises her when she says it

i can also imagine her getting you coffee in the morning on her little morning walks (as mentioned on gayotic) and you want to think that means something but you convince yourself it doesn’t

i feel like you (a character i’m constructing… go with it) would bake her stuff, cookies and brownies or something

i feel like julien wouldn’t know if your queer or not which is why she doesn’t make moves, you’re kinda femme and she hates to make assumptions but she also doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable. i feel like the convo about you being queer would happen in a super lowkey setting and it wouldn’t be a big deal

you guys would be at a party or something like that and some random guy would hit on you, (🤮) and you would be visibly annoyed or disgusted by him (cuz he’s a man, honestly so real) and you would be looking around for anyone to ‘rescue’ from him, he wasn’t doing anything other than talking to you, but julien was watching him this whole time anyway. jealously. so your eyes would pan over the room, you would see jo and naomi and kelli all goofing off in a corner and wouldn’t be able to get any of their attention, then you’d look over to katie and lucy who were also not looking your direction and wouldn’t get see that you clearly needed someone to get him to leave you alone cuz no matter what you said he wouldn’t let up. then you’d look over at phoebe and bo who were also not paying attention to where you were and then you’d see julien who seemed to be burning holes into the back of the guy’s head. she would come over as soon as you looked at her. “hey, you ok?” she would say as she walked over to you, casually placing her hand on your waist. you would respond saying you’re ok or something and then she would try to make a joke “not your type?” i feel like she would try to make you more comfy as he walked away or something by cracking a joke. and that’s when you’d say something like “definitely not, i pretty much only like girls” and she wouldn’t react but like i feel like she would ask what your type is, and you would probably say it just depends.

also, going back to when lucy and pheobe make it obvious, i feel like it would go over your head or you wouldn’t want to think too much of what they’re saying. cuz like if they’re wrong somehow you don’t wanna mess things up with her

they’d say stupid shit like

“you look really nice in that dress, what do you think julien?” and obviously she would immediately blush and try to say something that wasn’t stupid

if the whole group were at a party i feel like lucy would dance with you to make her jealous

i feel like julien would compliment you a lot, not in a weird way, but in a cute way

it would obviously make you blush like crazy and she again wouldn’t think anything of it

pheobe would get so frustrated watching yall flirt with each other that she joked she couldn’t stand to be around the 2 of you

but omg the moment one of yall “break” it

so cute

i feel like it would be another night that you had tried to go to bed early but you were feeling restless so you got up to sit with julien while she strummed her guitar

“hey sleepyhead.” she said as she strummed the guitar softly. you would probably huff dramatically. “i am not a sleepyhead.” you would protest for the umpteenth time and she would chuckle like she always did, how could she not. “what’re you doin up so late?” she asked you as she sat the guitar down and tapped she seat next to her. “couldn’t sleep” you said back to her avoiding her eyes. “playing anything new?” you asked her a second later. “nah, just strumming. why couldn’t you sleep?” she asked as she turned to face you. “i dunno, busy mind i guess” you said, sorta lying. not that your mind wasn’t busy, you were thinking about her… again… big surprise! you were running over the little moments that you didn’t know if they meant something or not. “wanna talk about it?” she asked wanting to help if she can. “i dunno i’m overthinking stuff… it’s whatever” you say back to her still avoiding her eyes. she reached over to touch your hand as you fidgeted with your fingers. “can i ask about what?” she asked gently as she rubbed your hand softly, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. you would sit there and try to think of the correct thing to say about it, you don’t want to make things awkward or uncomfortable. “i dunno if i should say.” you say quietly as you stare at her hand on yours. “you don’t have to, but you also don’t have to worry about talking to me.” she would reassure you as she stroked your hand softly. you took a deep breath feeling a little anxious about putting it to words. "i was thinkin about you." you said softly, avoiding her eyes and trying to not get more embarassed by what you said. realization dawned on her as soon as she heard it. when she didn't say anything right away you panicked and immidiately back pedalled. "'m sorry- i shouldn't have said that. i get it if you d-" you started to ramble and she cut you off with a kiss. you immidiately shut up and didn't stop the kiss, you gently touched her face. she gently broke the kiss a moment later. she stares into your eyes as if she's looking for uncertainty. "i- wow- we should've done that sooner." you said with a soft giggle. she chuckled too. "i should've asked you out." she said softly. you blushed a little and she gently stroked your cheeks with her thumbs.

you guys have a long talk about what you guys want out of a possible relationship.

a couple days later you guys go on a cute date

she brings you to a party at lucy's house and neither of you hear the end of it from lucy and phoebe.

#julien baker fluff #julien baker #im trying posting more often #get ready for a few more posts today. #julien baker x reader

[serendipitous-imagines]

Spoilers for fnaf ruin if you haven't seen/played it!

I know this is kind of a weird request, but could you maybe write an Eclipse x trans male reader where reader's on his period (or if you're not comfy with that just him having mood swings/depressive swings) and he gets comforted and kinda taken care of by eclipse? Thank you >/////<

Of course I can!! This is my first FNAF request AAAAAAAAAAA I am so excited about this! Has everyone else been watching Markiplier play? It feels right to watch his playthroughs first haha. Anyways I super relate to Eclipse so this was super duper fun for me to write!!

ECLIPSE

✦ "Oh dear, oh dearie me, starlight! You seem to be in pain! I will take care of you now, don't you worry a hair on your head! You will be feeling better in no time now that I am here with you!" ✦ Eclipse has always been good at reading emotions and when he notices that you are a little off, he is immediately by your side and gently lifting you up into his arms. Since he is so much larger than you, it is like a comforting cradle. His large hands will rest over your abdomen and gently press down on your cramps until some of them relieve. ✦ Eclipse can see the areas where you are in pain and he will carefully attend to you in each spot. He will rub your back or caress your chest to relieve some of the aches. Eclipse always seems to have an ice pack or a heating pad on hand for you, it must come with working around so many children in the daycare. ✦ You are given so many sweet treats to help any of your period cravings, but the sweets are also balanced out by plenty of proteins and salts so that you do not feel worse from a tummy ache. ✦ "You stay right here! I will be right back, starlight! I am just... grabbing some things to help you! Heehee!" ✦ Eclipse does not allow you to do anything at all. If you start getting up to move, Eclipse is lifting you up and setting you back on the pile of foam in a comfortable position. ✦ If you start to cry from the pain of the cramps, Eclipse will hold you to his chest and kiss the top of your head, telling you that he is right here for you and that the cramps will go away. He often strokes your hair and rubs any exposed side of you.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

✦ If you get horny while on your period, Eclipse will happily take care of you. His fingers are very long and cold, they can slide very deep inside of your pussy and his fingers do not get tired from rubbing circles on your clit. ✦ Eclipse learns from an online database that orgasms help with cramps and other pains, so he focuses a lot of his attention on making you feel very good in various ways. ✦ Yes, you get to fuck the robot and the robot loves it because he is helping you.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #five nights at freddys security breach #fnaf security breach #security breach ruin #fnaf sb #fnaf eclipse #eclipse fnaf #eclipse x reader #imagine #imagine blog #fanfic #fnaf sb ruin #fnaf x reader #fnaf x y/n #fnaf ruin #transgender #ftm reader #male reader #fnaf fanfic #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf dlc #five nights at freddys #five nights at freddy's security breach #ruin dlc #fnaf ruin spoilers #ruin spoilers #fnaf spoilers

[rupertsfangirl]

Ron Weasley Imagine-Comforts you after a rough day at work (Smut)

Disclosure: Spanking, oral (female & male receiving), Probably missing sum but idk.

Summary: You have a long and rough day at work and your doting husband Ron takes care of you when you get home (IYKYK). 

Word count:2.5k

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Ron Weasley

Note: HOLY HELL I APOLOGIZE! I know I released the original all fluff version like weeks ago but the holidays came around and then my birthday and a bunch of other things but anyway I’m back for now (hehe). I am starting school up again but I should have a bunch of free time due to most of my classes being extracurricular ones since I took college courses to do the other classes early (Yippee for me). Anyway I really hope you enjoy it. I know I had fun writing it even though it took me like a million years. I do plan on making a twins one but I kinda need to rewrite it cuz I accidentally set it in a time period making them underaged sooo yea gotta redo that, oopsies. 

Ron stood in the doorway and let his blue eyes trace your figure. 

“You look beautiful.” You blushed at his compliment. 

“Well today is important.” He walked up next to you and took the necklace you planned to wear off the desk. He placed it around your neck while you lifted your hair allowing him to clasp it together. 

“Perfect,” he whispered, placing his hands on your waist from behind. You smile as you put your matching earrings in. 

“Alright, I'm ready.”

“Do you have everything prepared?”

“Yes, it's all in my organizer.”

“Well then don’t forget you are amazing and you’ve got this, go get’em.” You hug him feeling a surge of extra confidence from his words. You walk out of the room and down the stairs to the fireplace, Ron trailing behind you. He presses a kiss onto your forehead. While stepping into the fireplace you grab a palm full of floo powder,

“Ministry of Magic.” You watch as Ron disappears behind the flames and the ministry's black brick walls appear. You start towards the conference room feeling the sweat on your palms, you take a deep breath and reassure yourself. 

“You got this.” You step into the room first, as you expected. You begin to set up your presentation; it was an important one because it would allow your department to expand and potentially lead to a promotion for yourself. Once everyone had arrived you began the presentation. You glided through with ease feeling quite cool and collected the whole time. Why had you been so nervous before, you thought of Ron’s words and smiled internally. After the presentation you were feeling pretty good about it. You left the room and started back toward your office however you heard a few of the wizards and witches who had been in the room talking badly about your presentation. It made you upset and questioned whether you had hallucinated that you were so calm while presenting. You tried to shake it off but remained in a funk the rest of the day. And add that you were behind on just about everything due to being understaffed, it was a combination of all the things that made you overwhelmed. 

You had stayed about 3 hours overtime and got home later than you planned; but even still the second you got home Ron was there to greet you. He took your bag, giving you a kiss while grabbing it, and placed it on the couch. 

“How was work?” You only groan in response. “That bad sweetheart?” You nod and place your head onto his shoulder letting out a big sigh. Ron tries comforting you by rubbing your back and holding your head. 

“Why don’t you get out of those clothes and we can just relax.” 

“Alright,” you say, grabbing your bag and heading upstairs to change into something comfy. You take your hair out of the tight bun it's been in all day and fling off the narrow pumps your feet were squished into; sitting down you take out your earrings and necklace. 

Suddenly Ron shouts from downstairs, “I have a surprise for you!” You can’t help but feel excited using a spell to quickly and cleanly remove your makeup. You make your way back downstairs to see a table set with two plates of delicious looking food, candles, and glasses of the good stuff (nice wine). Ron looks pleased with himself and you can’t help but feel like you drooled a bit when you saw the food. 

“Oh my goodness, what did I do to deserve you?” You give him a tight hug and you both sit to eat. You tell him all about the rough day you had and he shows all his emotions on his face like he usually did: anger when you told him about the people who talked bad about you, worry when you told him about all the work you have, and excitement when you told him that you still felt the presentation went well. Then he told you all about the day he had at work which was usually light hearted as he co-managed the joke emporium with his brother George. He always managed to make you laugh with something crazy that happened. You guys finished eating and took the plates to the kitchen placing them in the sink then Ron used a spell to start washing them. 

“What do you feel up to, darling: a bath, a movie, or maybe me?” You giggled at his proposal and rubbed your finger on your chin pretending to think really hard. 

“Hmm, what about a massage; my back and feet are killing me.” 

“I can make that happen.” He had placed his hands on your shoulders and squeezed them lightly. “Go up to the room, I’ll meet you up there.” 

“Okay.” You head up the stairs and into the room, you lie face down on the bed placing your head into your arms. Ron walks in a minute or so after with a bottle of oil. 

“Well you have to take off your shirt,” he chuckled while giving you a knowing look. You roll your eyes at him making sure to face away from him while removing your shirt. You quickly lay back down on the bed and soon after Ron drips the warm oil onto your back instantly soothing you. He begins to glide his hands along the sides of your back to your shoulders where he puts pressure and squeezes causing you to let out soft moans. 

“You have magic hands Ronnie,” you mumble jokingly. He chuckles quietly and continues to massage the knots out of your shoulders. He then slowly moves his hands down to your lower back and using his thumbs he presses into it and moves out slowly; you gasp lightly feeling loose and calm. 

“Did that feel good?” You nod into the bed and he smiles feeling happy he can please you. Ron’s rough yet gentle hands rubbing from your neck, to your shoulders, to your tailbone. You feel as though you're on a cloud and you allow your mind to wonder. You sense his fingers slip into your pants, slowly pulling them down; you think about telling him off but it’s been awhile since you two had been sexually intimate, so you let him continue. His hands caressing your ass; starting from the bottom of your cheeks and squeezing while sliding up. He pulled the spandex waistband of your underwear letting it slap back down onto your waist and swiftly slapping your ass making you tremble. While sliding your pants off all the way, his hand came down a second time leaving you a shade redder. 

He smirked at his ability to make you squirm and leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Ass up.” You bite your lip, abiding his demand, getting on your knees and arching your back to lift your backside into the air. He ran his thumb under the trim of your underwear, lifting it and planting another slap on your cheek; you jump, letting out a slight squeal. 

A pleased grin spread on his face, “You’re so wet for me.” Placing the pad of his finger on the forming wet circle, beginning to rub it; the friction of the fabric against your entrance causing a moan to escape your lips. His fingers traced over your lips gradually moving inwards towards your more sensitive areas; slowly working up the pressure but keeping the same pace. 

“Your hands really are magic.” 

“That's not all that's magic,” a sly smile forming on lips. He roughly pulled off your underwear revealing just how wet you really were. His tongue gently skimming your thigh until slowly reaching your vagina. You softly call out his name as he draws circles and places kisses; soon after pushing his tongue into you. Sultry breaths and rough hands accompanied by a soft tongue brought a rising heat. Contrasting with the coldness of his fingertips as they explored your legs before placing another slap on your ass, pulling a whine from your throat. His mouth hovered just above your clit, placing gentle kisses around the hood and releasing light slow breaths onto it, making you ache for his tongue on your clit. Your hips seemed to take control attempting to move closer to his mouth; prompting Ron to plant another slap on your already rosy cheek. 

“You have to be patient,” he tutted before treating your ass to several quick slaps. The sensations drawing out sounds you were unaware you could make. 

“Please,” you whine.

 He smirks into your skin and shakes his head, “But I love watching you beg.” His finger trailed from the top of your vulva to the bottom; his breath still seemingly rubbing your clitoral hood. As his finger was just to touch your clit he pulled away skipping over the area then continued down. Every time he did this you whined and squirmed, craving his finger pads on your deprived clit. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, the feeling of Ron’s muggy breath and his coarse hands that knew all the spots to make you scream. 

“Ronnie, I-” 

“You're close, I know.” His voice trailed as he put his tongue back to work making you moan at the sudden warm stimulation. He slowly licked up to your clit and finally allowed it some love. Your voice filled the room and you could feel your climax on the tip of your tongue as could he (literally). You felt as if you were filling up until it spilled over, spreading throughout your body making you shiver and moan Ron’s name. Your legs become wobbly and weak causing you to fall flat back onto the bed. Ron flipped you onto your back and wiped your watery eyes. 

“How does my princess feel? Can she take another round?” his hands rubbing your cheeks and head. You felt all the warmth from his body next to yours. You turn your head to face him and biting your lip you nod. He smiles, “We can take a break.” Suddenly you feel a surge of energy from the very last remnants of your orgasm; quickly you straddle Ron who looks shocked but also extremely turned on. You slide his pants down slowly with his boxers in tow, revealing his hard cock. 

“It's so perfect. Perfect for me.” You place a kiss on the head, Ron smiles as his cheeks turn a light red. You slide down his legs to make it easier for your mouth to reach. You reached for the oil on the floor and put a bit on your hand. Placing your hand he twitched at the temperature change. You gripped the center and began slowly moving up and down placing kisses along the side. 

“Sorry it's cold.” He only mumbled under his breath in response. Your other hand made its way to his balls cupping them and beginning to massage them. Dragging your tongue across the head you heard Ron let out stifled moans, using his hand to cover his mouth. His eyes locked with yours, he seemed nervous but you maintained the contact seemingly making him more sensitive. You smile to yourself as you continue to navigate your tongue around his sensitive head, licking up a bit of precum in the process. 

“Does that feel good?” You watched as he brought his hand to grab the back of your head; he lightly tugged your hair letting you know he liked what you were doing. “You need to use your words darling,” you whisper smugly. Using his arm to cover his eyes he mumbled, “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes it feels good.” His whines and reactions to your hand and tongue only tempting you to mess him up further; but you want to take your time teasing him until he can’t hold it. You start to quicken your pace as you feel Ron getting closer from his expressive voice and face as well as the abundance of precum flowing from him. His hand gripped to your hair hard pushing himself deeper into your mouth just as he came. You felt it slide down your throat as you swallowed, wiping some from the corner of your lip. You continued to run your hand up and down as he was feeling out the final traces of his climax. “If i’m magic you must be mythical,” he huffed catching his breath. You laughed a bit at his joke and crawled up to his chest laying your head on him. 

“I guess I must be.” He stroked the back of your head while planting kisses. Your hand remained on his penis, idly rubbing it through which you felt it regain the stiffness it had just moments ago. You slid back down so that his penis was against your stomach. 

“I thought you were tired. And yet here you are taking charge,” He chuckled while sliding a hand on your waist. 

“You’ve invigorated me.” You practically beam with confidence; giving him a sly look, you sit up on your knees to guide his dick inside. Placing your hands on his chest you began to roll your hips, looking at his pleasure stained face. You leaned over pressing your lips to his. His fingers snaking to your hair and pulling you away from his lips leaving a trail of saliva. You had stopped moving, catching your breath from his sudden aggression. His hips started to entertain you with small thrusts making you moan. Releasing your hair, he sat up keeping you in his lap. Pressing your foreheads together you breathe heavily into him soon after your lips are locked with his once again. The kiss is deep and messy matching his hip movements; you can feel him getting closer. He quickly flips you onto your back, catching you by surprise. You look upon his face, admiring him: his heavy breath, the way he looks at you, it makes you squirm a little. You move your hand to stimulate your clit as Ron drags his tongue against your neck, making you shiver. Both yours and Ron’s bodies were nearing their limit. A warm and powerful sensation began to overtake your body until it suddenly burst and felt like a wave crashing and soon after dissipating back into the ocean. At the same time you could hear and see Ron climaxing with you. You felt him fill you up and then fall next to you both of you catching your breaths. Ron turns his head to face you, pushing your head to face him.

“Your brilliant-” you glare a bit, “-and beautiful” he whispers quickly as he caresses your cheek. You smile leaning into his hand, your whole face a bit red. Bringing yourself closer to him you lay your head on his chest, allowing you to hear his fast beating heart. 

“I think I’ll take tomorrow off.” you chuckle. Looking up you give him a suggestive look, he seems to blush but it's hard to tell as his face is all a pinkish red. 

“Y…yeah maybe you should.” He slides his hand down the back of your hair as he speaks, while trying to avoid eye contact. 

“You're cute.”

“And you're perfect.”

#writing #fanfic #fanfiction #harry potter #ron weasley #fluff #i love him #my writing #rwi #blurb #rws #hp fanfic #ron weasly x reader #ron weasley smut #ron weasly imagine #ronald weasley #why we using his government name #lol

[suzannahnatters]

I've cranked through the first half of Love Like the Galaxy in under a week and I REGRET NOTHING: how fast can I put myself outside this gloriously mature and well written Jane Austen style comedy of manners with intermittent murder. Reactions to the first 12 eps under the cut because wow I verbose when I happy

I'm 3 eps into Love Like the Galaxy and while "becoming thoroughly absorbed by Chinese Jane Austen" was not on my bingo list I'll take it.

I have trust issues with cdramas after watching GOODBYE MY PRINCESS which was the drama equivalent of the kind of dude who says 'heh heh I like a girl with spirit' but I do really love what they're doing with Niao Niao and how she's had to survive her awful aunt and grandmother (who are like Mrs Norris and Mrs Bennet, respectively) by becoming calculating, distrustful, selfish and utterly devoted to her own cause

LOVED the moment in ep3 where she tries to show her mother, who's this strict Confucian parent, the sort of nonsense she's had to put up with for years by subjecting her to the evil wiles of Aunt Norris and Grandma Bennet, she just outright pointed out the double standards her mother is operating by

anyway we shall see how things turn out! I'm finding the grounded visuals very nice too - everyone's not caked in makeup and jewels all the time, they look very comfy and believable.

oh my the softly besotted look on Torture General's face when he sees her carriage going by

he hasn't seen her face yet, he just knows she's cold, unfilial, and utterly calculating and he's fallen for her for all the reasons that everyone else reproaches her for

episode 6 of LLTG: a dispute over a writing desk has made me cry. what

This whole scene with the dreadful mother holding court and Niao Niao defending herself - so ably that she beings her brothers and cousin to take her side against her mother - GAH this is AMAAAAAZING

I adore that they don't have anyone fingerwagging at our girl to tell her that actually her mother is doing these toxic things because she deep down cares about her (aHEM, My Journey To You) - they're just being really clear that it's all dreadfully unfair.

I also love that the toxic mother is a sword-wielding warrior woman. She's so heroine-coded??? while also being a terrible person? amazing! I love the unexpectedness of it!

snerk I love this celebrity scholar deciding to Bestow a Mark of His Favour upon our girl and she tosses it right back at him

this Prince Xiao enters twirling moustaches he doesn't even have, wow

laughing my head off at the Big Romantic Rescue complete with cape SWOOOOOOOSH

this is great. I feel like I'm watching a faintly swoony BBC adaptation of a lost Jane Austen novel

also I take it back, Niao Niao isn't selfish at all - she's just realised that if she doesn't fight for herself then no one else will.  But she's not making it an excuse to be unfair or horrible to her perfect cousin, even though it would be the most understandable thing in the world

I love her, she deserves the world

ep7: I've only known Wan QiQi two minutes and I would die for her

is it just me or is this smug scholar precisely the type of man we've all come across??? NN not giving him the time of day is EVERYTHING

Third Aunt giving Third Uncle a shave: what a scene. God bless cdramas. Also, the extent to which there is a whole epic romance cdrama happening somewhere in the backstory here is AMAZING

Also: QiQi is a showy kind of BFF to have - showing up late to the party in a bright red dress and instantly pillaging the birthday gifts she brought the princess to deck you out in earrings? chef's kiss - but I'm also SO appreciative of how they're treating Yang Yang! That moment at the banquet early in the episode where Niao Niao, who can't even read, says, somewhat hurt and pettish, "I don't need to learn ANYTHING! I'm good just as I am!" and Yang Yang says, "Yes, you are!" despite being a bookworm since birth? I LOVE THEM

ahaha NN gives a speech shaming the snobby aristocratic girls for looking down on the daughter of a general, and being extravagant, and don't they know all this bounty is due to the emperor and his generals? feels like the show is buying the right to critique filial piety by kissing up to the state

the statism is the one thing I've disliked about the show so far (also didn't think much of NN snitching on her great-uncle) but that's pretty much a constant in Chinese media except for one wuxia novel I read years ago (BaiFa MoNu Zhuan/Legend of the White Haired Maiden), so onward…

"I'm Eleventh Young Master who has admired you for a long time" sHriEKing

he looks so happy too

GO NIAO NIAO BITE HER

Deeply enamoured of the way General Wan has the features and mannerisms of an animated Disney villain

"why is that unlucky person still here? he seems like a lingering ghost" impeccable "Lizzie Bennet wonders why she keeps bumping into Mr Darcy on her daily walk, after she specifically told him this was where she walked daily" energy

well I did not think the show could make me sympathise with the toxic mum, but it did, by dint of showing that the dad is intentionally playing good cop so he can enjoy his daughter's adoration while he encourages her mum to beat her???

I really hope the cruddy dad experiences the consequences of his actions here but even more than that, I'm amazed that the show has found a way to make us sympathise for the bad mum as a person without trying to make her less bad

I'm just in awe of the writing here - it's SO deft and able.

ah, this must be the bamboo forest where they store action scenes - and I LOVE that the band of lady bodyguards gets to stomp the bandits when a lesser show would use this opportunity to bring on the hero and his army of goth henchmen

aw yess! our girl is strategising their way out! It's so delightful to me - this is precisely the kind of leadership/strategy role asian dramas rarely allow to their female characters

now she's getting to command a siege!?!?! all on her own?

and then castigating herself for not being able to save everybody! BABY

on to ep12, which I have heard people cite as the Point Where The Show Gets Good, and given the fact that I've already been elmo on fire dot gif for eleven episodes I'm not entirely sure what everyone else has been drinking but sure! let's see what lies herein

oh this is the GOOD stuff

yes yes, the big rescue, the arrow pulling, all good…what really gets me is that when our girl wants to see the mass execution and Murder General holds her back, it's not bc he's patronising her, it's bc he knows she needs to hear that AhMiao's death was not her fault

this show is justifying tropes I didn't even know COULD be justified…inCREDible

Third Uncle has two braincells and my whole heart

the only thing better than the look of sheer naked yearning on Murder General's face every time he sees Niao Niao or anything tangentially related to her is his determination never to let on how he feels to his two henchmen, who have known since episode two and are eager to help

Murder General hoarding hankies, bits of string, and pencil-ends that belong to Niao Niao like Harriet Smith hoarding Mr Elton memorabilia in EMMA

#love like the galaxy #cdrama #lltg #asian drama #ling buyi #cheng shaoshang

[thebisexualdogdad]

Hello my good sir/person! I was wondering if you wrote for Transmasc!Readers? I kinda got my idea based on your One Piece characters reacting to Reader changing so. If you do write for Transmasc!Readers then could I possibly request a Zoro x Transmasc!Reader where he walks in on Reader changing and he's either wearing a binder or has top surgery scars (whatever you're comfy with), Reader freaks out a bit about Zoro seeing him this way but Zoro reassures him that it's okay?

Idk it sounded kinda cute 👉👈

Feel free to ignore if it's not your jam, I won't take it personally.

Have a good day/night!

Roronoa Zoro x trans male!reader

Standing in front of the full body mirror propped between yours and Zoro's bunks, you remove your shirt to inspect yourself after a fight against some pirates on the island you were docked at.

You fought alongside Zoro and your crewmates, successfully dodging their swords and bullets but you did find a bruise blooming on your ribs where one of them had sucker punched you.

Raising one arm in the air you examine the bruise, running two fingers along it making you wince but then the scars on your chest catch your attention and your fingers trace over them as well.

You were going to have to tell your friends the truth about yourself eventually but you had only joined the strawhats two months ago and weren't quite sure how they would react.

This wasn't exactly something openly talked about in the East Blue afterall.

You're lost in your train of thought and taken aback by the sound of Zoro’s voice behind you, “damn man what happened to you?”

You instantly knew he wasn't talking about the bruise.

You had gotten quite close to Zoro over the last two months but you hadn't yet found the courage to tell even him.

Despite sharing a room you always made sure to be clothed when he was nearby only changing with the door locked or in the ship's bathroom.

Turning around your hands instinctively cover your chest and you sputter out, “it's-it's nothing.”

“Did someone do that to you?” Zoro questions stepping closer to you.

“No I… I did this to myself… well I mean I choose to do this,” you ramble nervously.

“What are you talking about Y/N?” He says confused.

“Zoro I- I need to tell you something,” you say, removing your hands and exposing your scars, “I'm a man but… I was born a woman.”

He stands there staring at you for a moment before it finally sinks in, “oh… so your chest… those scars-”

“I found a doctor last year in a village known for their practices in experimental medicine, he performed the surgery and made my chest look more like a mans,” you explain.

“Wow… that's actually pretty cool,” he says.

“You think it's cool?” You say surprised, “you don't care that I wasn't born a man.”

“I believe people should be free to live their most fulfilling lives regardless of gender, if you say you are a man then in my eyes you are one and it has been an honor to fight by your side the last few months and I know everyone on the crew would say the same,” he states.

You gulp, holding back the tears welling, “thank you Zoro.”

“And don't worry, I won't tell any of the others but I promise whenever you’re ready they are going to be just as proud of you as I am,” he continues.

“You don't know how much that means to me,” you tell him.

It's quiet for a second before he chuckles, “anyways, Sanji sent me in here to tell you dinner is ready.”

“Right, let me get dressed, I'll be out in a minute,” you smile.

Zoro leaves you alone and you look at your scars in the mirror again, this time feeling like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

Very few people in your life knew about your secret but you were glad Zoro was now one of them.

#one piece imagine #roronoa zoro imagine #roronoa zoro x reader #x trans male reader #fic

[hannah-h-pleb]

Some general headcanons about Eric Cartman because he’s my favourite little shit disturber

This is my first post and first time writing stuff like this so be nice 🙏 I am tagging @h-harleybaby because she asked me to when I finally decided to post. Please check her page out, she’s awesome 💕

Also note that Eric is 18+ here, so yea, let’s get it!

Creds to the artist who drew this picture below. I don’t know who drew it though :((

Eric Cartman: Basic Headcanons

Now, I totally get why some people say he would be gross af, but I mean, this boy has suuuuch a massive ego that he would WANT to look and smell his best. Because he’s the best looking and he wants everyone to know, right?

Dude probably has a whole skincare routine. Washes his face regularly, uses moisturizer, facial scrubs, hell he even uses face masks. What a diva 🙄

He literally has perfect skin despite his eating habits and it pisses Kyle off beyond belief.

He’s usually clean shaven. As he gets older he grows out his facial hair somewhat but it doesn’t get very long, just some stubble. Anything longer than that annoys him. He would hate getting food or crumbs in a beard so usually, he stays clean shaven

Showers every other day, or everyday if he can. His hair is usually very fluffy and soft to the touch

Probably smells like cheap cologne and Mountain Dew. That man drinks Mountain Dew like it’s water soooo

He’s not overly tall, he’s about 5’6 or 5’7, maybe 5’8 at the most. Despite being one of the shortest guys, he would rip on someone who’s even an INCH shorter than he is

Still wears his usual red jacket with a t-shirt underneath, but likes to switch it up more as he gets older. You may catch him in hoodies more often because they’re comfy. Wears jeans more often too

Even though he was overweight as a child, he grows into his weight more as he gets older. He’s still not skinny by no means though. He’s got quite the belly on him but he’s not dangerously overweight. He’s chunky. If he’s a wrestler or a boxer, he’s got more muscle in his arms for sure. All in all, still a thicc boy

His relationship with his mom is neither here nor there but it has improved. He still likes to push his limits but he does respect her more. Super protective of her as well, and won’t hesitate to punch you in the mouth if you say anything bad about her. It’s giving momma’s boy fr

Now the big question is: Does his personality change much? The answer is yes AND no

He has calmed down somewhat in terms of his “scheming”, but not a whole lot. Most of his “schemes” consist of trolling tf out of people and finding ways to get a reaction out of people for his own amusement. He still likes to use blackmail against people though, and wants to feel like he has power over people, so what better way to get the upper hand than to piss people off and watch them fall apart and get angry? Or to hold their deepest, darkest secrets over their head? Knowing he can get any kind of reaction out of someone makes him feel superior. Despite calming down A LITTLE BIT, mans is still chaotic af. He loves getting under peoples skin anyway he can, whether it be by saying something completely out of pocket, or by using blackmail

At the end of the day, he’s still Eric Cartman, he’s not the nicest person

Still holds some of the same bigoted views as seen in the show. However, he may warm up to someone of a different race if he likes their company enough. It may not happen right away, but eventually, he’ll come around and try to learn

Honestly, he’s mostly just a general, bitter asshole with anger issues. It’s so funny to him when he makes someone else angry, but if HE gets angry he’ll make it everyone’s problem

Which btw. Drama. Queen. If someone even lightly shoved him, he’ll throw himself on the floor and exaggerate how hard he was pushed. Also gossips a lot, whether it be about his own friends or some rando he doesn’t even know. Attention whore for real 🙄

So there ya go. That’s what I think Eric would be like as he gets older. Still the same chaotic, obnoxious, foul-mouthed asshole we know him to be, but not into killing people on the regular anymore. I might make a part 2 or something because I could go on forever about this dude

#eric cartman #eric cartman headcanons #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #south park #lol what am I getting myself into

[otemporanerys]

WIP Whenever

I am very bad at remembering to do these, I know I was recently tagged by @kalliesa and @cr-noble-writes, apologies if anyone else did that as well I will tag @misseffect @dwarrowdams and (because it's been nearly a week since the last tag, lol) @cr-noble-writes Anyway I have had species swap Vakarian parents brainworms for nearly two years and it is finally, finally, time to make this everyone else's problem!!

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After work, Tegan slipped back to her flat to change for dinner. An extranet search on “the Wardroom, Arcturus” had given her a big fat goose egg, so there was no way to gauge how fancy it was. Fine, she pulled out the little black dress from the back of the closet – her mother had made her buy it, she’d really overestimated how many cocktail parties Tegan would be invited to. She could take a thin cardigan if she needed to dress down, and her grandmother’s old pearls in case she needed to dress up. Bit of eyeshadow, bit of lippy, and she was back out the door again.

It was only when she got to the location Castor had sent her that she realized there was no way she was going to blend: as she walked in the door, she saw that each and every other person in there was wearing a uniform. The nice ones, with sharp shoulders and gold stripes.

And then the door swooshed open behind her, and Castor stepped in, wearing exactly the same getup.

“Hello,” he said. The long clean lines of the uniform suited him – better than the leather jacket, anyway. “Did you find your way here all right?”

“Yeah, no problem.” She jerked her head towards the other diners. “Except you didn’t tell me there was a dress code.”

“Oh.” Castor nodded at a… waiter? Cadet? Whoever was running around taking orders. “Don’t worry, you look nice.”

She looked like he’d ordered a date off the extranet, but she wasn’t going to let that bother her. “Sorry, I thought this was a restaurant.”

“No, it’s the… I suppose you could call it an officer’s club?”

It was a nice enough space, and the overhead lighting wasn’t as harsh as the lighthouse-blare of the rest of the station. The food didn’t even look too bad. Their cadet-waiter took them to a corner booth. “So you’re an officer?” Tegan asked.

“No, I’m an NCO. Was an NCO.”

Sheesh, always with the abbreviations. It was a bad as joining a new department. “Pardon?”

“A non-commissioned officer.”

Tegan chuckled. “And that’s different from an officer-officer?”

Castor sighed gently. “Yes.”

“How?”

“An NCO is promoted from the ranks of enlisted men,” he said, “and officers are formally appointed, usually after going to college. Would you like some wine?”

Tegan nodded. “So you joined right out of school? You didn’t go to university?”

“I did join right out of school – red or white?”

“Uh, white.”

“But I do have a degree.” He lifted his hand, and the waiter-cadet-slave came running right over. “Correspondence course, mechanical engineering.”

This all felt like a silly riddle. “So… are you going to be an officer?”

He wasn’t an expressive man, was Castor Vakarian, but she was beginning to understand the signs. A little puff of air through his nose, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth: she’d asked a stupid question. “They’re different roles. An officer makes the big-picture strategic decisions. An NCO provides specialist technical expertise, works with the marines, makes sure that the operation goes as well as possible.”

“Oh, when you put it like that.” Tegan leaned back against the booth – surprisingly comfy. “It’s like working in a lab. The professor has the bright ideas that gets the funding, and the postdocs and the lab techs are the ones who actually run the experiments.” Castor nodded. “Do you ever have to go back to the officer and tell him that the numbers don’t add up?”

Another, slightly different twitch. “All the time.” The wine arrived, and Castor poured them two glasses.

Tegan lifted hers. “Lechyd da.”

“Yakky da,” he replied. Close enough.

#species swap #my fic #wip wednesday #wip

[nothirstonmain]

Hii, just saw your blog and thought id make a req

I was thinking of something like PV cookie(pure vanilla), stardust cookie, and the prsk boys x fem! reader imagine who loves to steal their clothes and where them, but theryre sneaky abt. Like soemtimes char will randomy notice their clothes go missing, then when they visit readers house, they notice them snuggling in their oversized(for reader ofc) clothes. Also one time they gave them back their clothes bc 'it didn't smell like them anymore'

-lemonade

[ONCE AGAIN I am tapping the "I never have and never will write for fem!reader, i am here to represent us non-women" sign. regardless i'll do this just as gn!reader kk ty hands you This]

[Warnings: like OOC maybe?? Bad grasp on like 4/8 of the characters here. sweats.]

♡ PV doesn't think about much I want to believe. ♡ He just has his mind on the Vanilla Kingdom a lot and also his mind is imagining fluffy scenarios of you and him but shh ♡ So when his clothing starts going missing he doesn't really think much of it ♡ He'll just shrug and pick out something else, it's fine! ♡ However when he finds out you're the culprit? Oh he thinks it's adorable! ♡ Hope you can handle LOTS of compliments, cuddling, flirting, etc. He will drown you in it. ♡ He offers buying you clothes in his size at some point ♡ He'll gladly take back any clothes to put his scent back on them, too. He wants to keep his beloved happy!

♡ Stardust doesn't have many comfy clothes I'd think. Better get creative ♡ He notices missing clothes immediately. Barely anything escapes him- ♡ He goes to ask you about it first, only to find you wearing what he was looking for ♡ Awkward silence for a few moments. Both of you staring at the floor. ♡ "Did you miss me or something..?" ♡ He doesn't really get the appeal of stealing his clothes, but he'll indulge you anyways ♡ He may buy more comfy clothes just for you to steal. Nice! ♡ He doesn't mind all that much, he does feel a bit more at peace when you give the clothes back though..

♡ I like to think Ena steals his clothes too [if i can steal my dad's clothes then Ena can steal Akito's. okay??] ♡ So when something goes missing, he immediately goes to Ena ♡ It was his favorite hoodie, cut him some slack! ♡ But when he searches her closet and under her bed and. does not find the hoodie. he goes to the only other person who'd have access. You! ♡ Surprise he's at your door ♡ He finds you wearing his clothes really cute so he lets you keep them. For a while. ♡ You have to give them back eventually :( ♡ He does, however, leave his hoodies out more! Win! ♡ Now you're fighting Ena for Akito's clothes. Well at least they're comfy. If he finds out about that he'd laugh

♡ Immediately knows it'd be you because who else? ♡ Doesn't care if you steal them. He does however, much like Akito, also find you quite adorable in his clothes. ♡ Unlike Akito, he will actually say that he thinks you're cute. Autism be damned my boy can be upfront about his feels!! ♡ Will also leave out his clothes for you to steal ♡ Offers to wash them for you ♡ Kind of like Stardust he doesn't get why you like it, but he'll indulge if it makes you happy :) ♡ Bonus, he'll give you his closet if you ask. He doesn't mind, I like to think he hordes hoodies and shirts anyways-

♡ Doesn't notice his clothes are missing for a while, his mind's more on his shows and impressing you with them ♡ One day he just. Finds you in a sweater. And it makes so much more sense why he stopped seeing it. ♡ Will LOUDLY proclaim that his beloved co-star is looking ADORABLE. to your possible dismay idk. Saki's offering hugs ♡ Will be the type to take pictures of you two when you're wearing his clothes and post it online so everyone can see how cute you are !! He seems so excited it's hard to keep up with him- ♡ Actively encourages this habit, he loves it ♡ Makes lil jokes about stealing your clothes too. He wouldn't though; they're too small!

♡ He would know immediately ♡ Doesn't matter how well you hide it. He Knows ♡ He'll pretend like he doesn't know until he literally can't ♡ Then comes The Teasing ♡ If you're with Rui?? Romantically??? You have to be used to teasing im not sorry i KNOW everyone says it but he fucking WOULD ♡ When he finally catches you in his clothes he smiles ear-to-ear. Oh God ♡ He'll call you so many pet names, bring you flush against his chest, and then coo at you when you inevitably get really flustered and start blushing up a storm ♡ HIS ASS IS NOT PLAYING FAIR !!!!!!!!!!! ♡ He'll hand over his clothes for you to steal any time you want. With the price of him teasing you ♡ He's fine with it. Very fine with it.

[Requests open ! Rentry with info in pinned :3 also pls reblog if you like my shit likes just do not help]

#nothirstonmain.og #nothirstonmain.purevanilla #nothirstonmain.stardust #nothirstonmain.akito #nothirstonmain.toya #nothirstonmain.tsukasa #nothirstonmain.rui #x reader insert #x reader #genshin x reader #x male reader #x gn reader #gn reader #project sekai x you #prosekai x reader #project sekai x reader #pjsekai x reader #tsukasa x reader #tsukasa tenma x y/n #tsukasa tenma x you #tsukasa tenma x reader #tsukasa x y/n #rui kamishiro x y/n #rui kamishiro x you #rui kamishiro x reader #kamishiro rui x reader #rui x reader #toya x reader #toya x y/n #toya aoyagi x reader

[adder24]

In the name of love, I dare you to try.

Warnings: This is the third time of writing some absolute filth, I am still learning the ways of smut, so by all means happy for helpful critique. Anyway mentions of some Oral shindigs and sex.

Rating: Very much an R here people.  

Summary: It's the annual get together and after the dismal performance from last year, you were determined to make up for it and put your team on top once more but there was an obstacle in the shape of Johnathan Nolan.

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It was the annual get together for the Mid Wilshire division, a night where all departments would come together and partake in getting to know their fellow man, building friendships and connections and partaking in some friendly competition in whatever sport was available in the venue of choice.

Last year it was bowling, which you sucked miserably at and part of the reason why the K9 unit came last,but this year, they chose to go to a sports bar, and luckily there was a pool table. A lot of those you work with don’t expect you to pick up a cue and sink some pool balls but those that knew you, knew not to challenge you. You would be their secret weapon.

A casual dress was all that was required, you threw on some ripped, black skinny jeans, a white cropped top to show off your toned midriff, Black and white hi-tops, a Blue plaid shirt and a Blue Dodgers snapback. These were essentially your comfy clothes but tonight they would be your game winners.   

You were informed that some of the new recruits and T.O’s of patrol were attending tonight, a perfect opportunity to redeem yourself of last year's mistakes. You hung around the pool table on purpose, weighing up the competition.The Rookies then started to filter in and sure enough they were round the pool table, showing off and trying to prove themselves in front of everyone else, including their T.O’s and superior officers. 

This bunch seemed cocky and you felt now was the perfect time to bring them down a peg or two. You chose the confident ones first, the ones who thought they knew what they were doing till you took them apart with trick shot after trick shot, embarrassing them in front of everyone that was watching.  You then blew the chalk off the tip of the cue and pointed at the one that was cocky, inviting them to challenge you, they accepted and in next to no time you were putting them in their place. It was a clean sweep and as you chalk your cue again, you noticed a crowd forming around the table, hearing people mock the rookies, telling them that the K9 unit came in last place last year and that they were being embarrassed. Not that you cared.

One by one they fell, the most they potted was two before you got to work, taking them apart in minutes and enjoying the look of disbelief on their faces. It wasn’t much of a challenge but at least you were regaining some respect from your unit. You then challenged the T.O’s, Lopez was the first, she had moves but not enough to stop you and soon fell by the wayside, she was closely followed by Harper, another who had a bit more skill and a few trick shots up her sleeve but still you stood. Then there was Bradford, not easy to read, confident and even put a hundred dollars on himself to win. It was like a red flag to a bull for you. You had a point to prove and proven it was. Sure, he obviously spent time at the table, was a lot tougher and had a few more shots that he pulled off but he too fell and when he did, there was a raucous cheer that erupted from the K9 unit.

“Yeah yeah alright!” Tim growled as he gave you money and disappeared into the crowd.

“Anyone else fancy their chances?!” You call out as you chalk your cue

There was a moment of pause before the usual chatter continued. You thought you was done, that your pride had been restored and the K9 unit was back on top, that was before you heard his voice.

“I’ll have a go”

You look up from the cue and see him staring back at you, a smile on his lips and his blue eyes glancing over you; Nolan. Wearing an open light blue shirt, Black t-shirt,stonewashed jeans and black boots to finish off the look.

You knew each other, had the pleasure of working with each other a few times and built up a friendship, even if he was a little flirty sometimes. He’d come by occasionally with lunch or to see how you and Bandit were doing. Often you joked about it being an excuse to come give Bandit some fuss but you could see a mischievous glint in his eye which suggested differently.

“Alright big guy, brace your ass for a good pounding” You teased with a smirk on your lips

“Ooh you promise?” Nolan replied with a wicked grin on his lips.

"Oh I promise" You reply as your hand slowly runs down the cue from the tip, down the shaft and rests on the wrap where you feel comfortable holding it “Give you a head start, I’ll break first”

You blow off the excess chalk on the tip and lean down over the table, taking aim and weighing up in your mind if you should go easy on him. You decide to make things interesting and take your shot, hitting the triangle of balls gently so that they break but don't scatter too far, a precarious position but not a hard one to get out of. Nolan looked at you and then did the infamous raise of the eyebrow, the one that always made things twitch and right on cue, it did exactly that, causing you to bite your lip.

He grabbed the chalk from off the table with his massive paw like hand, glanced your way and began to gently caress the tip with the chalk cube, making slow circular motions before placing it back down on the table and gently blowing the excess off the tip he then took his position, leaned over the table and took his shot, breaking the group up a little more, causing a striped ball to roll into the middle left pocket.

“Let’s get this party started” He says playfully, wiggling his eyebrows directly at you.

You watched the way he moved around the table, calculating his shots and making it look effortless but you weren't too worried. Everytime he glanced over at you, you would do something to distract him or put him off entirely, it ranged from doing lewd gestures with the cue, to biting your finger in a seductive manner. You could see he was desperately trying to concentrate but eventually he caved and missed a shot.

“Looks like it’s my time to shine” You say, knowing he was going to resort to desperate measures to put you off. You were prepared but at the same time you were intrigued by what his game plan would be.

And so it began, the endless attempts to put you off. It began with circling the table like a shark, watching your every shot intently, then it moved on to him mimicking your movements and doing things with the cue to get your attention, subtle lewd things that he knew you would notice and although it was distracting, it didn't slow you down, you still had a point to prove.

Then it came down to him standing beside you, getting down to your level when you took a shot and whispering some outrageously filthy innuendos, things like "The way you stroke that cue stick, makes me think you had practice" Or "Promise to hit my balls like that?" Things that would get him slapped by any other woman, but not you, you knew you had got under his skin and this was a ploy.

You were down to the last ball and as you lined up your shot, he decided to walk behind you, his hand subtly stroking your ass before he took his place beside you.

"You pot the black, you can not only win it for the K9 unit but I'll let you punish me in whatever way you see fit. He said softly

"And if I don't?" You ask

"I'll make sure you'll be the one screaming my name tonight" He growled softly, making his intentions very clear.

"Alright…let me add to that. I win, we go off and blow off some steam but you're going to be screaming my name first, you win  and we will do it your way" You reply with a wink.

His eyebrows raised before a wicked grin appeared on his lips.

"Deal"

You then lick your lips, chalk the tip of the cue while running your hand slowly down the shaft, your fingers delicately caressing the wood. You can feel his eyes on you, watching your movements and you can sense that things were getting a bit tight for him. You smirk and then lean over the table, lining up your shot, knowing it all rests on this. You could cut the tension with a knife.

You then take a breath and take the shot.

The white ball rolled towards the black ball, hitting it with enough force to pot it, slowly into the top right pocket. The K9 unit cheered and barked while the rookies walked away grumbling and blaming each other, all but Nolan who stood on the other side of the table, humbly defeated and keeping his eyes on you, watching you as you smirk at him and fold your arms across your chest before signalling with your eyes, to meet you in the parking lot. You disappear through the crowd and head out to the parking lot, making your way over to your customised pick up, a stand out Black with Red trim Ford Raptor. You press the button to unlock it and as you reach for the driver's door you feel a presence behind you and before you know it, you’re being pushed up against your own car by none other than Nolan.

“Oh I really got under your skin” You purr

“Oh yeah…you knew exactly what you were doing” He growled as he studied you, running a finger under your chin and tilting your head up to look at him “But I promised to deliver on a deal, so where are you taking me?”

“Away from prying eyes in the back of the truck” You reply, biting your lip as you notice the hungry look in his eyes. 

“The truck?” He asks, a little surprised

“Yeah…It’s that or go home and you get attacked by Bandit because he thinks you’re attacking me” You reply

“I have been in the back of trucks, they are not comfy” He replies

“Well you ain’t been in the back of mine, I got a comfy bed all setup…and it needs christening” You reply cheekily.

“Truck it is” He responded before he made his way to the passenger side and climbed in

You took a moment to compose yourself before you climbed into the drivers side and started the engine. You had a spot in mind, a private beach owned by a friend of yours, somewhere you go to regularly when you feel the urge to escape the rat race and gain some sanity back. It wasn’t far from the sports bar, ten minutes to be precise but it was a long ten minutes and when you did finally get to the beach, all that sexual tension that was built up in the bar could finally be released. 

As soon as you put the car into park you quickly undone your seatbelt and expertly manoeuvred yourself into position, plopping yourself onto Nolans lap and copping a feel of his bulge, giving him a wild grin. That's when he reached up, grabbed a fistful of your top and pulled you down into a searing kiss, your lips pressing against each other over and over again before you parted your lips slightly, just enough to let his tongue slip in and explore, tasting and swiping with your own. 

You could feel his hands slip under your top, his fingers sneaking underneath your bra, gently caressing and teasing your nipples, causing a gasp to fall from your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck, pushing yourself against him as you deepen the kiss further, craving more as you both fight for dominance. Eventually you concede, breaking the kiss so you can catch your breath but you knew this wasn’t over as you felt his fingers work their way to your spine, tip toeing down to the small of your back, causing your skin to erupt into goosebumps before those once delicate fingers reached down and grabbed your ass, giving it a firm squeeze and causing you to catch his hungry gaze with your lustful eyes.

There was no need for words, you both knew how this was going to play out and there was no need to draw it out longer than it should. You made the first move, climbing off his lap and into the back. You expertly manoeuvred through the small gap at the front and onto the makeshift bed that you had set up in the back. You were kicking off your shoes while he opened the passenger side door, slipping out as he made his way round to the back.

You start to unbutton your jeans, trying to wriggle yourself free before he throws the door open, pausing momentarily as he drinks in the sight before him. He then helps you, grabbing the legs of your jeans and pulling them off.

"How private did you say this beach was?" He asks as his hands gently begin to caress your ankles

"I'm the only one here who has access" You reply.

You then noticed the wild smile growing on his  lips and before you knew it, he had grabbed your ankles and pulled you towards the door. You go to sit up but his hand gently pushes you back down, flat on the bed.

"Just relax and enjoy yourself" You hear him say as he hooks his fingers into your black panties, pulling them down your legs and throwing them into the cabin.

You giggle with nervous anticipation and before you know it, he carefully parted your legs and plunged his tongue into your silky cavern. You jolt a little, toes curling as you feel him explore, tasting you and teasing your sweet spot. You grip the seats tightly as little moans fall from your mouth, your hand reaching down to grab his hair, fingers getting knotted as you try desperately to wrestle back control of yourself but the man has a hold over you. Each flick or swipe of the tongue sent you closer to ecstasy.

He had you in the palm of his hand, causing your body to squirm as your senses become awash with pleasure and just as he brought you to the brink of ecstasy, he retracted his tongue, leaving you gasping and wanting more.

You were about to protest when you felt his lips begin to gently kiss your stomach and once he had you relaxed, he began to slowly crawl across the makeshift bed, trailing kisses from the stomach up before his eyes met yours again. You can feel your breath hitch in your throat as he leans down and kisses you tenderly, his lips pressing against yours, again and again, sliding between your legs before he pushes himself up onto his knees, his hands reaching down to his belt. You push up onto your elbows and swallow hard, watching him wrestle with his belt, popping the buckle open and loosening the belt. You lick your lips in anticipation as he reaches for his jeans, unfastening the top button before unzipping his fly. You chuckle, reaching for his waistband, helping him push his jeans down. You can see his bulge protruding from his boxers and you sneakily run your hands over his engorged package, causing a tiny growl to escape his lips.

“Oh no. Are you going to punish me, Officer Nolan?” You asks playfully while biting the top of your index finger.

“Damn straight I am” He growled as he pushed his boxers down, springing his dick free

You catch sight of it, gasping a little at its size before he pushes you back down, one hand sliding underneath your bra, his fingers teasing and caressing a nipple of his choosing. You arch your back as your senses spark to life, tingling with illicit joy, a distraction while his other hand glides along the top of your leg, hooking under your knee and wrapping it around his waist. He continues to tease and caress your breast, working you into a frenzy before he seizes his moment.

He leans down, claims your lips with his own and slowly enters you with his hardened cock, filling you up, causing an audible moan to escape your lips as you feel your walls begin to stretch and adjust to his size. You wrap your other leg around his waist, pushing him in deeper. You both took a moment to process what was happening, before eventually he started to roll his hips. Starting slow, breaking you in gently as he bites and nips at your neck, causing your body to feel electric, your walls clamping around him which makes him moan softly against your ear.

You grip his shoulders as he gets into a rhythm, feeling him hit your spot, over and over again, sending your head spinning as you feel waves of pleasure begin to wash over you. Little moans fall from your lips as you dig your nails into his shoulder, driving him into a frenzy as he increases his tempo, his thrusts becoming more powerful, so much so that it was beginning to rock the cabin but you didn’t care, you was busy floating in a river of ecstasy, your body coming alive as you feel him pound your spot over and over again as ripples of pleasure course through your body.

It was clear that he had one thing set in his mind, he wanted your sweet release, to feel your nectar wash over him while he listened to your cries of pleasure. He was driven, motivated by the way your body reacted to him, wanting more as you battled to hold on to the euphoric state that you were in, helped by the gentle rhythmic rocking of the cabin. Then as you feel your orgasm start to peek, he slowed his pace down, his lips finding yours again while his hands gently run down your sides.

“Fancy finishing on top?” He whispered softly in your ear as he gently nibbled your earlobe

“Sure…always fancied taking you for a ride” You pant softly while smiling playfully

He smiles, gently nibbling your neck before you both clumsily switch positions, limbs going everywhere before you eventually find yourself on top of him, straddling him while your hands rest on his shoulders. You pause to absorb the moment, enjoying the view of him under you. You feel his hands track down to your hips, his delicate touch sending a shiver up your spine as you bite your lip. You hold his gaze for a moment before you make the move, guiding his tip to your entrance as he carefully pushes his way in, your walls reacting to this intrusion, twitching and stretching to accommodate him once more. 

Within moments you’re riding him, a slow gentle pace to begin in order to break him in before you caught up with the pleasurable sensation that courses through your core, craving your own sweet release as you rock back and forth, sliding up and down his shaft, his tip hitting your spot over and over again before you suddenly feel the wave of pleasure intensify, your body trembling as you become undone, the intensity of your orgasm causing you to cry out as you feel your juices ooze down his shaft.

You ride the blissful waves that follow after as well as feeling him fill you with his seed, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he let out a low satisfied groan. He pulls you down to rest on top of him, your breathing beginning to even out as you bask in the afterglow, finally being able to enjoy listening to the waves crash against the shore. You feel him then gently wrap an arm around your waist, an easy smile on his lips as he starts to come down from his lust fueled high.

“So…..since you won and all….any chance for a rematch?” Nolan asked softly as he gently stroked your back

“For you? Any time, however, I know a better place to play pool.” You reply

“And where would that be?” Nolan asked

“My place…and next time we play, we play strip pool.”

“Oh that’s dangerous” Nolan growled

“I like danger” You reply

#Nathan Fillion #The Rookie #Johnathan Nolan #Smut #fanfic #fanfiction #story #writing #fiction #ship #reader #Adder #Why? #This is the third time #stop it

[blueberry-gills]

Hello!

I'm Gillian. Long for Gill, I guess? Any pronouns work for me, but I like He and She best! I'm a student at Blueberry Academy out in Unova! It sounded like everyone was signing up for this site suddenly, so I pitched in! Hope I don't regret it.

(//Card credit goes to peachiehambo!! And here's the Picrew Link!)

Here's my Trainer ID! Hope you like it. Uh, you can ignore the scribbles!

Anyway, I really like battling, but I'm no good competitively. I just joined the BB League! Which is, ah, cool. Hope I don't mess that up ^^

If you ever see me in school, feel free to say hi! I'm always down to talk- and battle, maybe! Um, what else can I put on here? I like hiking. My life goal is to see every type of Alcremie out there. I don't know what my goal is after that?

Oh! I guess I can talk about my team! That's what people like to do, right?

Sugar (Alcremie) - Sugar's my Alcremie! I caught her last year. And I've sort of...fallen down an Alcremie Raboot hole, if you couldn't tell ^-^

Spice (Flygon) - I also caught Spice last year! He loves flying around, picnics...sandwiches...and causing earthquakes! Kind of a problem :/

Locke (Klefki) - Locke steals my keys and locks me out of my dorm. He's a menace, only satiated by sweets/j. Most of team is, actually...now that I think about it...anyway, he's a darling!

Key (Toxtricity) - Key's one of my first Pokemon! She loves to play her bass organs thingies. I'm learning guitar right now to try and duet with her!

Salt (Garganacl) - Salt's one of my other first Pokemon! I got him and Key at the same time. He's one of those strong, silent types...but I think he likes me! I hope so, anyway. I. I hope.

Pepper (Scovillain) - She either loves me to bits or eats my bedsheets. It depends on the day. I adore her regardless <3

~Other Pokemon I own, just don't battle with!~

Sizzle (Salandit) - I received her from another Trainer on here! She's my hiking buddy, and is an absolute joy!

Baryon (Seadra) - Another child! She likes swimming around in the Costal Biome and watching video documentaries with me.

Junebug ("Volcarona") - Uh. I met her after drinking a mocktail! Very long story, I'm not sure if I'd explain it all here...Anyway! They're a Volcarona! Not. Not anything else. 👍👍 yeah

Pelipper Mail is ON, Magic Anons are OFF, and Musharna Mail and Malice are both ON!

(OOC Stuff under cut!)

Hello! @skrelpson back at it again. This is the blog of like...a half-insert? If such a thing's out there lol. Also uh! Still working out Gill's design! So if the card changes every now and then it's because I'm chronically indecisive oof </3 Since this is a Roleplay blog, keep in mind there's a heavy unreality warning for the entire thing!!

Rules .｡.:*☆:

No NSFW! I am a minor, as of writing this. I'm also just generally uncomfortable with that subject matter. If you send any asks in that nature, you'll be blocked.

Magic Anons are off! They'll probably stay off, too. Just not comfy with that 😎👍

Pelipper Mail is on...ish! You can send things in, but if it doesn't jive with what's going on, I'll ignore it. Nothing like...i dunno, wildly offensive? No gore, explicit things, etcetera!

This is a low stakes blog! Gill isn't out to save the world or endanger himself. She just wants to hang out and keep her grades up yknow

Speaking of, if you'd ever want to include me in some sort of RP (again, mainly low-stakes!), feel free to DM me! Just like specify what's going on. My writing RP skills are kinda rusty, but I can make it work! :]

Sapient Pokemon and the like can interact!

Basic DNI critera- Transphobes, racists, anti-semitists...etcetera...

Really sorry if I'm weird with reblogs/communicating! I'm god awful with online interaction, so I like to schedule posts so funny post button doesn't give me anxiety. If I take a bit to reply, it's because I'm working up a good response! >:) ooor I haven't seen it yet that one too

Any ask game I reblog will be permanently open!!! Feel free to send in asks for any of them. Just indicate which one are which, please!! Not just the emoji or whatever ;_;

That's all! Feel free to talk to this little guy about anything. I'm not very good with intro posts sorry ack

also get playlisted

#pkmn irl #pokemon irl #pokeblr #rotomblr #unreality #intro post

[holdmytesseract]

About Scrunchies and Hair Clips...

I had opened the door to our apartment, oblivious. I stepped into the living room - also oblivious. It had been a normal day in the life of an Avenger… But then my eyes roamed through the big, comfy room and landed on the sofa. I came to witness a scene; I had never seen before. A scene, which was almost a crime against humanity. Hence, it was a literal attack on me! A cuteness attack!

Today had been Loki's and Ella's weekly 'Daddy-Daughter-Day' - or in short form: 3D. No, no, don't look at me like that! It wasn't my idea to name it like this! Anyway, it was their day today - and seemingly they opened a hair salon together. Yes, you heard right. Loki was sitting on the sofa, Ella on the armrest behind him, little legs draped over his shoulders. There were several different items laying beside them on the cushioned piece of furniture... Hairbrushes, scrunchies, hair clips, ribbons and even two hairbands. Ella had her hands in her father's luscious dark curls, doing his hair. He already had a few pink ribbons in it. Currently, she was braiding another strand of his long hair, carefully not to hurt him. It was just too cute. Silently, I placed my things on the floor and walked over to them. "What are you two doing here?" I asked with a small giggle. Both their heads whipped around to face me. "Hi mommy!" Ella beamed at me, just like Loki. "Hello, darling." "I am doing daddy's hair!" My husband nodded approvingly. "Ella is my personal stylist today." I giggled and bridged the remaining distance between me and Loki to kiss him, "You look incredible, babe." before I smooched Ella's cheeks, making her giggle. "My little hairdresser. Is this the first new hairstyle you gave daddy?" The little girl shook her head, identical black curls bouncing with the movement. "Nuh.Uh. Third one!" My eyes widened in surprise. "Already?" "Yes! Daddy loved it!" I giggled again. "Oh I absolutely believe that! You're a wonderful hairdresser, sweetie." Ella's eyes sparkled at my words. "Do you want to have a new hairstyle too, mommy?" I nodded. "Oh, I'd love to!" Ella bounced up and down excitedly. "Okay! Sit down! I am almost finished with daddy's hair." I did what my daughter asked me to do, sat down beside Loki, exchanging a big smile with him.

Only thirty minutes later, we were all taking turns in brushing each other's hair and trying out different hairstyles. What once was a '3D', had turned ultimately into a lazy family evening – and I absolutely loved and enjoyed it. Just like Loki – and of course, above everyone Ella.

Request/Idea: "sorry I know requests are closed for now but consider keeping this idea for later; loki, reader, & Ella doing a hair braiding train. like they are each taking turns to braid each other’s hair.

I’m sorry but I feel like this idea is so cute" - by @aagn360

a/n: Sorry @aagn360 ! It took me quite a while to write this! 🙈 I hope you love the little drabble nevertheless! ☺️

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @theaudacitytowrite @lady-rose-moon @aagn360 @fictive-sl0th @mostclevermiss

If you want to be added to my Loki Taglist, please let me know! 😊

The Baby Fever AU Masterlist

#the baby fever au #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x female reader #loki x y/n #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x female reader #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston characters

[natsushu-your-world]

hi everyone. it appears i've caught a bad case of the very sick disease(TM). thus, here is why shunatsu/natsushu is canon to me and why you all should consider it. (and consider writing more fics for ao3. i can't pull everyone's weight alone, here.)

1) i haven't been able to find the story yet, but Voyage! The Cruise That Meets The Sea is right there. they could have picked anyone to be stranded on an island with switch during natsume's event. who did they pick? that's right, the frenchman with less survival instinct than he has tolerance for twitter users. also if cruise of encounters unbloomed isn't one of the fruitiest cards in the game then i don't know what is.

these are shu's hands. shu is taking a picture of him. he's taking it in PORTRAIT MODE. to CAPTURE THE BEAUTY. "oh wow what a pretty butterfly i must capture this butterfly next to you" THE BUTTERFLY IS NOT IN THAT FRAME DO NOT FOOL YOURSELF.

2) shinsekai. i don't think i need to explain myself but i will anyway. huge event, giant story, natsume knows shu well enough to make uncanny and terrible fakes of him (the smartest person in the room is able to either get a 100% or a 0%), the ending, the ending, the ending, THE ENDING, THE ENDING

3) this fucking card

everyone is offering their shoulder to him. all of his beloved and trusted nii-sans. and whose does he take, without hesitation and without him even offering? that's what i thought. look how comfy they look. i need to start fucking writing that natsushu café au i am going insane

4) this point is mentioned above but these two have a deep bond that goes seldom otherwise seen. even within the other eccentrics, very few get close to either of them besides one another, with the exception to their unit members (i'd say their relationship together actually matches, say, natsumugi for example. plus as far as i'm aware, not to throw shade, but shu hasn't pissed natsume off multiple times about dressing femininely to the point where natsume actually gut punched him really hard? i like natsumugi and all but, like, wow.)

5) sorry not sorry i'm dragging shinsekai into this again. did you see how shocked and overjoyed natsume was when shu called him by his name? when he finally said the word "natsume"? how he felt as though, because of shu, he was just as much a part of the old, odd family as anyone else? and how shu treats him as more of an equal than any other eccentric does????? and this is a display of that effort to do as such?????????????

6) both natsume 5* events so far have included shu in some way. and the event raison d'être happened alongside natsume's feature scout 2 banner. this evidence is paper thin, but i'm including it anyway because it drives me insane.

7) the way they look at each other here. i'm really scraping the bottom of the barrel now, but whatever.

8) i said so.

9) setting aside their history, their dynamic is still perfect. trickster silly insane but actually normal boyfriend x perfectionist no-nonsense normal but actually insane boyfriend? and they're very fond of each other in spite of (or because of) their differences? where they both have the capability of going full tsundere, but regardless are abnormally affectionate with one another? that's perfect. please give me an example of a better dynamic. i will wait here like Hachikō for you to return with one.

still not convinced? fine. you like shumika? consider, then, shunatsumika. you like natsumugi? consider shunatsumugi (and watch as shu and tsumugi get into a fistfight in bed). put your poly of choice all in a room with hidden cameras and witness yaoi take place before your very eyes. or you can be brave and do all four at once in the same ship. go nuts.

don't be shy. i'm the only person on the internet currently writing for them. all content is good content, and all consumers are appreciated deeply and welcome.

- 君達の世界、夏宗。

#enstars #ensemble stars #shunatsu #natsushu #enstars ship #enstars shipping #shipping #rarepair #ship propaganda #i will never shut up about them #ever

[thefactsofthematter]

u asked and i will deliver. if u want to write this feel free to change literally anything but

model davey! he graduated college with honors, has a degree in poli sci, and was literally about to go to law school before being signed to a modeling agency- thus starting a turbulent relationship with his family. he starts doing runways and soon moves into print works and even in his short time of modeling he’s become a frequent in some of the most well-known fashion magazines. this is great, this is amazing- but it has an impact on his mental health that he wasn’t ready for.

enter jack kelly, the makeup artist that somehow always seems to work with davey; jack is known for his bold editorial looks and impeccable work, yet he has quite the image in the industry. he’s stubborn, he’s unorthodox, he’s got quite the temper, but his work speaks for itself. jack is the guy who never wears makeup to shoots, he never dresses up unless it’s something important, he’s got piercings and tattoos and a list of bad habits following him wherever he goes.

anyway blah blah they fall in love they indulge in bad habits and reckless things they get better and boom they’re everyone’s favorite powerhouse couple!!!

ohohohoho JAC!!! i’m obsessed!!! god a model au just tickles my brain the perfect way and this is everything @we-are-inevitable

here’s a fun (or possibly fucked up? idk those are synonyms to me sometimes) little one shot! tw for some mentions of disordered eating - as one might expect from a model au

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David Jacobs is a nice person.

For all twenty-three years of his life so far, he’s told himself that. It’s been mostly true— he’s never had much of a temper, he treats people with empathy and kindness, and he’s never been demanding or high-strung. He’s normally a pretty chill person who’s easy to please, and who genuinely likes to help people and make them happy.

Nothing about the past year has been normal, though, and he’s starting to realize it might be messing with him a little. Just a few weeks ago, parents were bitching about how much he’s changed, and he thought it was bullshit… until he suddenly catches himself storming away from his personal assistant (which he has now, by the way,) after shouting:

“Just stop talking and figure it out yourself! Can you fuck off and leave me alone for two fucking seconds? Oh my god.”

And then he’s off, out the back door of the set, to sit on the fire escape and try to cool down. He knows he’s being an asshole, but he’s at the end of his rope— he hasn’t eaten an actual meal in three days, there’s makeup caked all over his face and too much product in his hair, he’s sick of people touching him and telling him what to do, and fucking Romeo won’t stop reminding him how busy he is by asking stupid questions about his jam-packed schedule for the next few days. He has a runway show tonight that’ll go to at least midnight, and a 5 AM call time for a shoot tomorrow, and then an afternoon flight to Paris— he doesn’t care which of the two hotels Romeo booked he actually stays at, because they’re both five stars anyways, so it shouldn’t be this much of a hassle to pick one and cancel the other, and it’s something that should be able to get taken care of without needing to bother him about it.

He instinctively goes to rub at his eyes once he’s outside, but he freezes when he hears:

“If you fuck up your makeup, I’m not fixing it for you. I hope you’re done shooting in there.”

His head snaps to the side, and he sees none other than Jack Kelly.

He’s leaning against the wall, with half of a foil-wrapped bodega breakfast sandwich in one hand and a coffee in the other, obviously on a break. He’s still wearing his makeup-stained apron over his clothes— comfy-looking joggers and a t-shirt that shows off his tattoo-covered arms— and he’s got a Givenchy beanie perched almost precariously high on his head. He doesn’t seem pissed, mostly amused, but Davey has heard rumours about his allegedly quick temper; fucking up his work would be a good way to get on his bad side.

“Sorry,” Davey sighs. He folds his arms over his chest to keep his hands away from his face. “I think I’m done— they might want more shots once they look at what we’ve got, though. I don’t know. I have to get out of here soon for a fitting uptown either way.”

It was Jack who applied the fancy, editorial eye makeup that Davey nearly ruined— his apprentice does the base layers of foundation and whatnot, but it’s Jack’s artistic vision and skill that people pay for when they book him for stuff like this, so he does the important parts himself. He takes his sweet time, snapping at people when they try to rush him, which is why Davey spent over an hour in the makeup chair this morning.

It’s probably the tenth or-so time Jack has done his makeup, but they’ve barely ever conversed, both of them too busy being pulled in a million different directions by everyone else on set.

“Busy day, huh?” Jack chuckles. His nose crinkles a little when he laughs, and it makes his septum piercing wiggle. He takes a bite of his sandwich and then talks as he chews. “What were you yelling about in there?”

Davey very nearly rolls his eyes.

“Nothing,” he mutters. “It’d just be nice if my assistant would fucking assist me sometimes, instead of asking me a million questions about every stupid little thing. He drives me insane, I swear.”

Jack quirks an eyebrow.

“Fire him, then.” He shrugs. “You’d have to start calling your own Ubers and picking up your own coffees, though… might be tough.”

Davey is pretty sure he’s joking, but he does have a point— Romeo takes care of a lot of the day-to-day shit that Davey himself doesn’t have time for anymore, everything from posting on his social media to ordering his groceries. He does a lot more than anyone gives him credit for.

“I’m not gonna fire him. He’s a good kid,” Davey sighs. “I’m just… pissed off right now. I needed to get outside and breathe for a minute.”

Jack finishes his sandwich, crumpling up the foil and shoving it into a pocket of his apron. He then reaches into a different pocket and procures a joint and a lighter.

“Here.” He holds them out to Davey. “Chill out a little.”

Davey blinks, staring more at Jack’s tattooed fingers than what’s held between them, and then quickly shakes his head.

“Sorry, no. I don’t smoke.”

Jack laughs.

“You’re a model, and you don’t smoke?” he teases. “That’s funny, tell another one.”

Maybe it was a good thing he hasn’t talked much to Jack before— he’s really fucking annoying.

“Fine, only cigarettes,” Davey ultimately concedes. “I’m not into weed.”

Jack shrugs and lights the joint, taking it to his own lips for a puff.

“Suit yourself.”

It’s quiet for a second as Jack exhales the smoke. He’s a real picture of effortless beauty— he’s obviously not thinking about his appearance right now, but there’s something almost untouchable about how casually gorgeous he is.

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” Davey ends up adding, “but I get so hungry when I’m high. I’m on a diet right now, so I can’t do that to myself.”

Jack shakes his head.

“Models… maybe that’s why you guys are brats. You’re hangry all the time.”

“Hangry?”

“You know, hungry and angry. You get all irritable because your agent convinced you a human can survive on, like, three almonds a day, when any sane person knows that’s bullshit.”

Davey’s stomach grumbles annoyingly, as if on cue. He’s not even that hungry. He already had a coffee this morning anyways, which should’ve been enough to get him through to dinner time.

“You’re kind of a dick,” Davey remarks. He wouldn’t typically be so blunt, but his bad mood is making him lose his filter. “What’s your deal?”

Jack shrugs.

“I’m tired. People think I’m an asshole for trying to take my time and do my job right, but when I rush it and cut corners to keep people happy, they get pissed that it doesn’t look good. There’s no winning, and it’s fucking exhausting.” He takes another puff of the joint. “Pays the bills, though.”

Davey rolls his eyes.

“That hat you’re wearing retails for, like, five hundred dollars. I think it pays more than your bills.”

Jack laughs, and it’s not that cynical chuckle from before. He actually smiles, caught off guard by the remark.

“Fair point. In my defence, I got the hat for free from a photoshoot. Another perk, I guess.”

Davey finds himself smiling too.

“How long have you been doing makeup?”

“I’ve been playing with it forever,” Jack replies, “but professionally, about five years. How long have you been in the game?”

“Almost a year.” Davey pauses. “I was in school— I actually finished undergrad and got into law— but it wasn’t right. I got scouted in August, and thought fuck it, I might as well try. It worked out pretty well, I’d say.”

Jack eyes him sort of curiously.

“You gave up law school for this?”

“Got out of going to law school, more like. I didn’t want to do it.” Davey shrugs. “It was more my parents’ thing. I wasn’t that interested.”

Jack blows a ring of smoke, almost absentmindedly.

“How do they feel about your career change?”

Davey shakes his head.

“I haven’t talked to them in, like, a month, if that tells you anything.”

“Damn.” Jack offers the joint to Davey again. “You sure you don’t want some?”

A pause.

“Fuck, I guess a couple hits couldn’t hurt.”

Jack grins and passes it over.

“I knew it.”

Davey silently takes a breath of smoke. It’s been forever since he’s indulged this way, and it feels good. He coughs a little on the first hit, but his head almost immediately feels clearer, so he goes for another.

“Feel better?” Jack asks, after a long moment.

“Yeah,” Davey breathes. “Thank you.”

He passes the joint back to Jack, who stubs it out on the railing— there’s just enough left that he could relight it for a few more puffs later, once this little buzz wears off.

“We should hang out sometime,” Jack offers. “I’d like to get to know you, Jacobs.” He pauses. “Any relation to Marc?”

“Nope. I walked for him in the spring, though.” Davey laughs softly. “You’re right, we should hang out. I’m going to Paris tomorrow, but I’ll be back in two weeks— let’s plan for then.”

Jack picks his coffee up from where he set it on the windowsill.

“I’ll bring the weed, if you bring home some cool European snacks for us to try.”

Smoking and snacking are both habits that Davey should be trying to avoid— but god, would it ever feel good to unwind when he gets home from this work trip. Maybe he deserves a night to relax with a new friend.

“Sounds good to me,” he replies, against his better judgement. “I should go, but I’ll DM you, okay?”

“Perfect,” Jack says. He waves as Davey turns to head inside. “Have a great trip. Take it easy on your poor assistant, okay?”

Davey laughs.

“Will do. I swear I don’t normally yell at people like that. Just… running low on patience today, y’know?”

That’s a stretch— he runs low on patience pretty often these days, and Romeo tends to take the brunt of it, but Davey pays him to deal with it, so he doesn’t feel that bad about it. When you’re a star, there’s certain things you can get away with: Davey’s occasional bitch fits are no worse than Jack’s famous temper tantrums. When you’re at the top, who’s going to give you shit about it?

“Oh, I know.” Jack winks. “I think we’ve got a lot in common, Dave.”

Davey smiles coyly over his shoulder as he heads back inside. He knows he looks good— he revels a little in the way Jack’s gaze stays glued to him. Maybe he’s admiring his own work, but maybe he’s admiring the canvas underneath it.

“I think you might be right. See you around, Kelly.”

And then he’s immediately being hurried back into a makeup chair so someone can clean his face, in order for him to be whisked off to the fitting that he’s already late for— at this point, people know better than to expect him to be on time.

Again, he’s a star, he does what he wants.

If he wants to waste time smoking outside with Jack Kelly, nobody’s going to stop him. Maybe he’ll make a habit out of it.

#in which davey is a bitch and jack is an asshole and they just work. #they are deeply unpleasant bc of their respective mental health issues that they refuse to deal with and now they enable each other teehee #poor romeo lol #idk why i picked him when i could’ve picked any newsie it just felt right #jack kelly #davey jacobs #javid #model au #my writing #i hope this is the vibe you were going for!!! ily jac!!

[drifloonz]

Steven with a s/o that is agoraphobic and selectively mute and only really kinda talks to him. They also get paranoid about being watched.

FINALLY MORE STEVEN APPRECIATION ... i love glitchy but steven is always my favorite ( <- is biased and has way more thoughts ab steven... )

anyways okay!! ( also sorry for being picky and choosy with asks i just like to write things where i know i can finish them easier first when im in a Writing Slump like i am rn ). hopefully this is good anon :3c

steven with an agoraphobic and selectively mute s/o!

♡ i wouldn't say steven is also selectively mute per se, but he doesn't talk often unless emotional* or with someone he's comfy with, probably. very stoic and straightforward. due to this, he definitely doesn't mind that you don't talk much - you two probably just bask in eachothers presence wordlessly a lot... but when he hears your voice for the first time, it's a pleasant surprise regardless.

*( RE: strangled... and doors open lol. although those are probably bad examples since its a lot of him going like "MIKI!!!! MIKI!!! GRAAAHHHHHH I HATE PEOPLE GRR WHERES MY MIKI!!!" and also him saying numbers for some reason. which i feel is attributed to bad/stereotypical 'pasta writing so i usually don't consider that part of him, at least for the default current-time steven i write ( which is after all of his pastas and where hes essentially just very tired and depressed and antisocial and doesn't hurt people unless threatened or feeling a need to. my interp of steven was probably more manic in his younger years, which is the implication anyways ). he had an emo phase where he wanted to kill everyone then got over it partially its fine. i put this in an asterisk because i didnt wanna clog the headcanon LMAO )

♡ he's also... somewhat agoraphobic i'd say? but more in the "I fucking hate doing this" rather than the "I am so scared of doing this" way. obviously due to his reputation as Pallet Town cryptid, even if it's been so long that people've probably moved or forgotten him he'll never let his guard down in public. due to this, he's majorly inconvenienced by having to go outside ever which is the reason why he usually stays put in his weirdly large home in the abandoned side of pallet. he also doesn't see reason for going other places much, so you won't have much trouble with him dragging you to places or anything. the comfort of his admittedly worn-down home is enough for him.

♡ also if for some reason you don't like pokemon, or at least wild pokemon, take him with you in the tall grass. it's like having a living repel. realistically, they'd probably just avoid steven and pay attention to you, but it's funnier if he was just like. an anti-pokemon forcefield.

♡ nowadays he also has a low social battery in general, is very moodswingy as seen in literally everything he's in, and is also socially awkward and doesn't like to talk with strangers as much as he used to - which even in his prime, was more of strangers talking at him while he nodded. he's more of a listener. due to this he'll happily listen to you if you feel comfortable talking to him, and he'll nod or hum or make little noises to indicate he's still listening.

♡ the fact that you don't like people watching you is a little troubling to him, because steven, intentionally or not tends to sort of stalk and stare at you from afar. no matter where you go in his home, you usually feel like you are being watched... at least, that's what the barely remaining rumors of him say. he's overprotective over his loved ones, which is an obvious sign of that ( which worsened after the two... incidents ), but he'll try to get better about it around you. mostly, by announcing his presence or trying to make it obvious instead of wordlessly staring at you after silently opening a door or something.

♡ alternatively, if someone is watching you, or even just making eyecontact, steven will basically tell them to fuck off, usually nonverbally ( aka: glaring at people who look at you the wrong way or who look at you too long in general ). this might be More anxiety-inducing for his partner because you probably don't want him to cause trouble or anything, but he's overprotective and also sort of hates being out in the open nowadays too so its a natural defense mechanism along with his overprotectiveness towards you mixing. if you talk to him about it and have a problem w/ it though he'll get a little huffy but will ultimately try to focus on making you comfortable instead of making people who make you uncomfortable feel threatened.

♡ his general aura is still sort of brooding and sometimes threatening though and he's also tall as fuck so he doesn't even have to really put effort into scaring people to leave the two of you alone. they just mostly don't talk to you if stevens around you because he's just... threatening. he has an Aura to him im telling u.

♡ he'll usually hold your hand tight to sort of try and ground/comfort you if you two have to go anywhere publically. he'll try to get over his general dislike of going anywhere publically just to help you whenever you have to go places, if you do. ( he's usually also trying to wear a "disguise" which just means like... a black hoodie w the hood up barely disguising anything. he doesn't have much else lmao ). he'll also literally go out to places himself if you really don't want to. don't wanna go grocery shopping but need to but you are deathly afraid of going at that moment? he'll just throw on his ""disguise"" and go to the nearest pokemart or mall or something. begrudgingly, sure, but it's always worth it for you. just... just make sure to tell him what to get ( or do ) otherwise he'll return with way too little or way too much.

♡ otherwise, if you don't have any reason to go outside and are also afraid of open or crowded spaces, steven is happy to just stay home with you constantly. it may be a little depressing but he's been staying home for years and years at this point. plus, it's less lonely with you around now. you make him feel comfortable, and so he'll do everything to make you feel similar in return.

♡ i like to think the both of you get better with talking, but mostly just with each other. steven doesn't talk a lot so his voice is a little raspy, hoarse ( almost all of the time when he talked a lot is when he's like angry or screaming or crying in the pokepastas lmao ), and sorta quiet, but he gets better the more he talks to you. the two of you probably don't talk often though, being able to communicate well enough with gestures, expressions, that sort of thing. he does enjoy your conversations when you do talk to him though.

♡ he'll also compliment your voice and say that you sound nice and things like that. not to intentionally try to make you talk more, since he's all for your comfort, its just always a pleasant surprise to hear your voice to him, genuinely.

♡ i'm going to project onto reader bc im also selectively mute (??? i think thats what you'd call it) where i barely talk in public unless i literally have to or w/e. so, steven and you not talking much to strangers causes a bit of an issue if anyone asks you a question or tries to talk to you. steven will try to respond for you if it seems you aren't up for it but obviously, he's not a mindreader. he'll usually just shoo whoevers trying to talk to you two off, if neither of you know them. he'll always look at you a bit first to give you time to respond if you want to, and if you don't he'll try to do it for you based on just like. a guess. of course this means a lot of possible miscommunication esp since steven prefers to tell people he doesn't care about ( most people ) to go away, but it works out well enough.

♡ he also does sort of like surprising or scaring people, but he lets up on it for you when he realizes that you probably react badly to that sorta thing. he'll always make his presence known before he hugs you or kisses you or anything, and will also ask consent a lot more. mostly by opening his arms out or just pointing at his lips and tilting his head, cuz he doesn't want to talk much. he's really trying to be thoughtful and caring around you and it shows! he's trying rlly hard <3

♡ ... he probably is concerned of how you'd react to miki, so he tries to not keep her out around you. he'll usually take her outside if he needs to tend to her or anything. a part of him says you deserve to die if you didn't like miki ( his intrusive thoughts / s!3v3n / missingno / whatever you wanna call it rearing its head ), but he's lived long enough to probably go "yk what its sort of fair for people to be afraid of my fucked up dead pet." Only slightly though, he'll still get angry at you if you're like mean or rude to miki if you ever saw her.

♡ if you r fine with her though he'll be surprised but that'll make things a hell of a lot more convenient, since a lot of his day-to-day modern life is just 50% lazing around and barely taking care of himself or doing things arnd his house and 50% taking care of and tending to miki.

♡ miki as said in other hcs is like a pet that is rlly curious and constantly follows you so . Hopefully you aren't scared by her if steven lets her out. if you are she'll feel bad abt it and will whine </3

♡ i think he'd like to try and help you with your issues slightly by like... taking a lot of strolls during the nighttime. it's what he prefers since he's less visible and less people are there to possibly recognize him, and what you'd probably prefer since less people are out. he'll take routes with less people on it intentionally and just look up at the stars and the moon as he walks with your hand in his. it felt right. plus, nobody - pokemon or person - usually bothered you two anyways due to steven's presence, so you two just get to have some nice nighttime strolls. writing this made me think of the latios/latias soar nighttime version in the oras ost aurghghgh.. the soundtrack of u two having romantic casual nightstrolls &lt;3

♡ lots of your lazy days in will be spent cuddling on his couch in the living room or his bed. it's nice! plus he has rlly good hugs, at least after you tell him to stop gripping you so tight.

♡ congratulations your boyfriend will do anything for you. Do with this what you will <3

#wispy writes #strangled red x reader #steven strangled red #steven strangled red x reader #pokepasta #<- gotta be more consistent w this tag lol

[eddievanhammettmunson]

Robin Buckley

Robin x Female reader

Author's note- hi hi. This is my first branch out to other characters besides Eddie. So this one is a bit short but I am hoping to write a longer one for Robin soon. 2.4k words.

Summary- Falling for a friend is hard but the landings can be fun.

Warnings- 18+ minors please go away I’m asking nicely. Pretty please. Anyways we have drug use here, we got some foul language. And we got a heavy make out session here.

The smell of marijuana clouded the room as everyone sat around the Wheelers basement one Saturday afternoon. The kids had been dropped off at the arcade for the day and Robin and Steve had the day off for once. On a Saturday nonetheless so that meant the day had to be treasured.

This meant getting stoned with the whole gang. With the combination of Eddie and Argyles stash you guys were pretty sure you were set for a lifetime. As the tunes played on the radio and everything became even more hazy your eyes began to drift over to one person in particular. As she lay splayed out on the ground staring at the ceiling like a starfish you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself.

Falling for Robin definitely hadn’t happened on purpose but it’s not like you could exactly stop yourself. While working at a burger joint at star court before all the upside down shit happened, you’d gotten to know Robin pretty well from your daily trips to scoops. Totally not as if you went there everyday on purpose to try and talk to her anyways.

And it’s totally not like you’d noticed Robin before at school anyways playing in the band while you were in theatre. Yup totally 100% not what happened. At least that’s what you tell yourself. It’s only when Robin's eyes flick behind her and look at you that you realize you’ve been staring this whole time. Exhaling a cloud of smoke combined with a cough, you force yourself to look away.

“Y/n?” Shit she’d seen you. You flick your eyes back to Robin’s and raise an eyebrow to indicate you heard her.

“Come lay with me. You gotta see the lights like this”

“But Rob, I'm comfy where I am.”

“Pleaseeeeeeeeeee y/n? This is like super important!”

With a sigh you force your stoned body to fall to the floor next to Robin. Making sure your body is straight as a rail and not touching her in any way. That is until Robin sits on her elbows and looks at you.

“Y/n! You’re doing it wrong. You gotta do it like this”

Robin reaches across and moves your arms to spread them into a similar Star shape that Robin herself had been lying in. The contact of Robins hands on your arms while you were high sends tingles through your entire body and a smile erupts on your face as robins face hovers over yours. You can’t help it when you start to get giggly. Robin takes notice and giggles a bit too.

“What’s so funny?” Steve chirps in from where he’s sitting with on the couch an eyebrow quirked at the two of you. Your heart stops at the question because well. You can’t answer it.

Trying to come up with an excuse you spit out the first thing on your mind. “I’m a starfish Stevie!”

Steve laughs and shakes his head leaning back into the couch once more. Blaming your sudden burst of giggles on the marijuana. As you turn your attention back to Robin your heart begins to race because Robin in her giggle fit is still hovering above you. Your heart beat is so heavy that you fear she can hear it.

Robin moves off of you slowly and you continue to lay on the ground suddenly feeling unable to move. Maybe Robin was right, the ceiling is suddenly so interesting.

Robin moves back to her original position of starfish and her hand brushes yours and stays there. You try not to let it get to you. The thought of being able to just grab Robin's hand right then and there and just hold her. But you can’t. It almost burns where the two of you touch and you wonder if it’s just you who feels this.

You can’t do this. It’s all too much so you stand up abruptly startling pretty much everyone in the room.

“I’m going upstairs to get some water. Does anybody want anything?”

Argyle begins listing off a bunch of foods that you’re pretty sure the wheelers don’t even have or wouldn’t appreciate being used for munchies. But you make your way to the kitchen nonetheless to look for the ingredients Argyle had asked for.

As you left Steve joined Robin on the floor momentarily. He whispered as low as he could to avoid the others hearing. “I’m telling ya Rob I really think she likes you.”

“You’re wrong Steve, she totally likes you. I mean why do you think she came to scoops everyday? Or why does she come to family video? Or why does she call you Stevie?”

“Oh come on, that's bullshit and you know it. She may call me Stevie but she calls you Robbie and like 90% of the time she visits us at work you two end up talking the entire time anyways!”

“It doesn’t matter Steve there’s no way I’ll ever get the chance to ask her so it’s not like there’s any point in thinking about it.”

“Don’t sell yourself short Robin. Y/n is great and I’m sure even in the worst case scenario that she didn’t feel the same I know she’d accept you. I think everyone here would.”

“Steve, can we stop talking about this? I think I hear her coming back.”

Robin was correct as the door to the basement swung open and you had two waters in hand and then hot sauce, cereal, bread, Doritos, and beer for Argyle and Jonathan and Eddie who now looked very excited.

As you handed the boys their weird ingredients for whatever concoction they were hoping to make, you made your way back over to the floor near Robin and handed her a water bottle. “Uh thanks y/n. I didn’t ask for one though?”

“Oh right. Ha I don’t know why but when I was up there I just kinda thought you might need one.”

“Oh thanks” Robin looked at Steve who had moved back to the couch and he gave her a raised eyebrow that made Robin return with a scowl. As the hours trekked on and everyone sobered up as best as they could before the kids came back everyone was making their plans on getting rides home.

Eddie was giving Jonathan, Argyle, and Nancy, Will and El a ride to the Byers and Steve was taking Dustin, Lucas, you and Robin home.

As everyone piled into their respective cars and Dustin called shotgun so you were cramped in the back sitting bitch between Lucas and Robin. Today was a horrible day to wear shorts you thought as your now bare thigh was smushed up against Robins.

Sure you would have been wearing jeans in the summer but at least then your face would probably be a less deep shade of red right now. Steve passed by your house without stopping and you didn’t even bother to ask why. Normally on days like this when everyone was done hanging out Steve would take you and Robin back to his place where the three of you normally spent the night watching shitty movies, eating pizza, and getting stoned all over again.

After dropping both Dustin and Lucas off at their houses Steve drove back to his and as you and Robin settled in your usual spots, Steve got to ordering the pizza. As Robin got comfortable on her couch and you got cozy on the recliner you reached onto the table and started rolling a joint.

As you roll the joint you can feel Robin's eyes burning into the side of your head. “Jesus Robbie give me a minute” you laugh and look up at Robin whose face is suddenly redder than before.

Robin suddenly felt word vomit about to spew out as she watched you roll the joint. She couldn’t help but stare because somehow you made doing something so simple and mundane look so stunning. “Jeez where is Steve? How long does it take to place and order like come on man what are you doing in there calling up some date or something like come on we have shitty movies to watch man!”

You always knew when Robin was nervous or rambling but this time you had no idea as to why. So your solution was to finish rolling the joint and passing it off to Robin first to try and calm her nerves.

As you pass Robin the joint, Steve walks in the room keys in hand still fully dressed and not ready for movie night at all. “Sorry guys they don’t have any delivery boys available right now so I gotta go pick up the pizza. You two get started without me though okay?”

“Okay Stevie. Be safe and remember my red peppers!!”

Before Robin had the chance to protest suddenly Steve was gone and it was just you and Robin getting stoned in Steve’s big empty house.

“Okay Robbie. What movie do you wanna watch first?”

“You pick.”

“Oh come on Robin you’re the professional it should be you.”

“Exactly. I have to sort and sift through movies all day. This is my day off. You pick.”

“Ugh fineeeeeee”

You get off your comfy recliner and go to the movie selection Steve has. Your eyes land on “Fast Times at Ridgemont High'' and put it in. Instead of going back to your recliner you lift up Robin's legs and set them back down on your thighs that way it would be easier to pass the joint back and forth.

The movie kept playing and you weren’t very interested but the high was nice and Robin was cozy and warm so you were content. That is until the movie reached about 53 minutes in with still no Steve and suddenly a pair of boobs flashed on the screen making your whole body tense and so did Robins. You weren’t going to bring it up but Robin couldn’t help herself.

“Oh come on y/n. Never seen a pair of boobs before.”

“I see boobs everyday, Robin.”

Upon hearing this Robin sat straight up. Disturbing the comfortable bubble you two had previously set up.

“What? Whose boobs are you seeing? Why are people showing you their boobs?”

“Jesus Robin calm down! I meant my own boobs? Remember I have those too?” You said pointing a finger to each of your breasts and Robin's attention follows them. Robins high must be more intense than she realizes because her eyes are just attached to your boobs and she swallows thickly.

“Yeah I uh. I remember. Just forgot those counts in this context.”

You couldn’t help but giggle upon noticing Robin's transfixed gaze upon your breasts.

“Likin what you see over there?”

Robin's face turned yet again a deep shade of red as her eyes finally flicked up to yours. Where there would normally be word vomit there was nothing. Just Robin’s mouth hanging open as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t.

“Robbie? You okay?”

Robin still didn’t answer just looking like a deer in the headlights and it dawned on you that Robin may have really liked your breasts more than she cared to admit. You decide to take a leap and you gently place your hand over Robins. Guiding it slowly and hesitantly up to your breast giving Robin access to pull away any time but she doesn’t.

Once your hands reach your breast you move Robin's hand and make her cup your breast and Robin audibly exhales and moves closer. Gently bringing her other hand up to cup your breast. Nothing was said as you two looked into each other’s eyes.

Robin moved both hands away from your breasts and up to your face and pulled you in for a heated kiss. You can’t tell who tries first but Robin's tongue wins and you allow Robin to explore your mouth. The feeling is better than anything you could have imagined. All that combined with the high. It was like your body was on fire.

As you two continue to make out you push Robin down onto the couch and straddle her as Robin's hands move to explore you. Grabbing at your thighs and at your ass. Groping everywhere she can as if you’ll disappear at any moment.

You’re so entranced in the moment that the thing that snaps you back to reality is Steve Harrington clearing his throat making you jump and fall onto the floor after sliding off of Robin. Nearly smacking your head on the coffee table. You look at Robin with wide eyes and back at Steve as you try to find some excuse but know there’s nothing to be said. You can only fear what Steve will say to you.

Steve sets the box of pizza on the table and walks over to you reaching out a hand to help you up that you gladly take.

“Love that you two finally got together but next time you’re gonna make out on my couch make sure to call me first so I can have a front row seat.”

You grab a pillow off the couch and smack him with it and Robin does the same. You grab a slice of pizza for you and one for Robin as you sit back on the couch. You both let Steve pick the next movie and neither of you says a word. Unsure of how to begin addressing what just happened between the two of you.

As the movie Steve picked plays you feel a hand slowly creeping up next to yours and out of the corner of your eye you see Robin's pinky reaching to interlace with yours. Instead you just take robins' entire hand in yours and you two drift off next to each other holding hands on the couch.

Steve notices and shuts off the movie. He grabs a blanket and throws it over the two of you. He’s just glad his plan to go sneak time with Eddie for a while finally gave you two the time you needed to finally make a move.

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