#and I was just sitting here laughing for like a solid 30 seconds

[psychodelic-insomnomaniac]

Showtime

You know, I really love the addition of Showtime finishers in Persona 5 Royal, because they add a lot of flavor and make the randomest fights comedic. 

Canonically, in my run, Goro Akechi was finished off by Makoto and Haru with the fucking steel chair

#persona 5 #persona 5 royal #p5r #goro akechi #I actually really love Akechi so this whole fight was sad for me because I know what happens #but then this shit triggered #and I was just sitting here laughing for like a solid 30 seconds #because oh my fucking god #this big emotional fatal showdown #and it finishes off with him getting elbow dropped by the ladies

[sturniololoco]

can you please do a younger sister fic where reader is in videos and gets a lot of hate comments?

Hate

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: Hate, body shaming, eating disorder, crying, etc.

SLS/N’s POV

“Oh my gosh Chris! Stop! That’s so gross!” I yelled at my brother as he burped in my face.

He laughed in return, trying to shield himself from my solid punch in the arm.

“Alright guys! That has been today’s video, I hope you all enjoys having our special guest in our video today-“ Nick started to say, giving the video it’s usual outro.

I waved to the camera before turning back to Chris and continued beating him up. Matt laughed and joined in while Nick finished talking to the camera.

-

laying in the darkness of my room at 1:30 in the morning, I opens my lap top and went to my brothers YouTube channel.

The video from earlier already had 500k views. Getting happy, I scrolled through the comment section to see what people thought of the video.

Omg yay!

Ew why’d they bring her??

Oh my lord Matt and Chris are so hooooot!!!

wow what a fatty

worst special guest ever

boring next

3467 more ⬇️

I could feel the tears well up in my eyes as I slammed my lap top shut.

I scrambled to the bathroom, trying to forget the feeling of sadness and dread pool in my stomach.

But I was instantly reminded when I made eye contact with myself in the bathroom mirror.

Wow you really are huge, I thought as I turned to my side, examining myself.

I quickly ran to my bed, desperately trying to fall asleep and get the thoughts out of my head.

-

“Woah, you look rough.” Chris said as I walked into the living room, sitting in the couch and pulling out my phones.

I rolled my eyes at him and shrugged, trying to hide my face behind my hair.

“Hey, sis. I made you a bagel.” Nick said, walking into the living room, sitting next to me, and handing me a paper plate.

I took it and mumbled my thanks to him. My brothers dug into their breakfast, but I just looked at mine, not being able to bring myself to eat it.

Do you know how many calories is in cream cheese?!?

-

“Hey, you okay?” Matt asked me, seeing how I had only taken about 2 and a half bite of my bagel.

“What- oh yeah…I’m good.” I say, nodding my head, trying to sound convincing. He gives me a suspicious look but I quickly play it off.

“I’m not very hungry today, I had snuck early this morning before I went back to sleep.” I lied. Matt looked reassured though.

I only had to keep this up till I was skinny and perfect, shouldn’t be that hard.

The only problem would be keeping this from my brothers.

-

it been a week.

A very, very long week.

Keeping this secret from my brothers just kept getting harder and harder, but I was learning.

“SLS/N! Dinners ready!” Nick yelled up the stairs.

“I need to finish up my project, I’ll be down in a second!” I yelled back. It was a complete lie, I finished the project three days ago.

This excuse would usually work, and he’d save my dinner on a plate. I’d then take it up to my room, and throw it away.

I sat on my bed, computer out, acting like I was doing work.

-

“I need to go switch the laundry, I’ll be right back okay.” Matt said as I started to unpack my dinner about an hour later. I nodded and he went into the laundry room.

I had to be quick.

I chucked my plate up side down into the trash, then covered it with wet paper towels so Chris wouldn’t get suspicious when he took the trash out.

I heard Matt begin to walk upstairs, so this gave me even more time to finish the dishes and clean the kitchen.

-

“SLS/N! Come up here please!” I hear Matt call.

he didn’t sound happy thought. I quickly rush up the stairs and walk to my room.

I open my door to see Matt standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, a disappointed look on his face. Chris was sitting on my bed, leaning forward with his head in his hands. Nick was holding my trash can in his hands, looking at me with a scared look in his eyes.

I felt dread pool in the bottom of my stomach.

“SLS/N? When’s the last time you ate?” Matt asked slowly.

he looked up at me and I could see tears in the brims of his eyes.

Then I broke.

“I-I can’t do I-i’t!” I said, crumpling onto the floor in sobs.

Matt rushed to my side, kneeling in front of me. “Shh, it’s okay I’m right here.” He says, whispering sweet word in my ears as I calm down.

“SLS/N…What happened?” Chris asked when my breathing had gone back to normal.

I told them all about the hate comments on the video, how they made me feel, and how they hurt me.

“I just hate the way it made me feel. So I thought that I change, it would be easier.” I rambled, tears still flowing out of my eyes.

“SLS/N, starving yourself is not easier, I promise. You’re not perfect, nobody is, so we can’t always have least everyone. Next time we need you to talk to us.” Nick said, coming over to join us, sitting on the floor.

I nodded my head, my lip quivering, afraid if I said a word, the sobs would come back.

Chris came over, wrapping his arms around us all in a great hug.

“We’re always here for you sis, no matter what.” Chris whispered.

omg I’m so sorry if this was shitty. I think I wrote it 30 mins 😭 I promise better content will be coming starting Wednesday.

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#nick sturniolo #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

[foxy-llama-mama]

for anyone wondering, i saw the les mis us tour last night in DC and it. was. CRAZY. i’ve seen the tour a few times in my life and i noticed some new things so here we go:

~~ spoilers ~~

- petit gervais was actually shown in the prologue when JVJ gets out of jail, he has some line like “but monsieur!” before being shooed away

- batambois actually hits fantine with his cane, knocks her down, and kicks her multiple times before she reaches up and scratches his face (i feel like i usually see him grab her arm or something instead of actually hitting her?)

- the other lovely ladies whores are all freaking out and trying to protect fantine from batambois and the pimp men people are actively holding them back and letting him hit her

- JVJ and javert have the gayest little moment of holding a handshake before “forgive me sir i would not dare” for a solid 30 seconds

- fantine shoots up and hugs JVJ in the line before she dies and stays there until he lays her dead body back down

- mme. thenardier was just so wonderful. i loved her

- gavroche has this entire moment with javert after the robbery, yelling “yeah! clear the streets! that means you too!” (said to a cop), and when the only two people left on stage are him and javert, he completely squares up to him and then salutes and it’s a really sweet moment. it also makes little people so much more impactful because they actually recognize each other then

- enjolras has a visceral reaction to eponine and marius speaking and he hasn’t even met cosette yet. enj turns to speak to marius and sees him talking to ep and throws his hands up in the air like, SO frustrated because MARIUS THE REVOLUTION IS COMING.

- red and black is BEAUTIFUL. the entire ensemble respects enjolras so much and it’s very obvious. “marius, you’re late” is not sung and so deadpan and so enjolras.

- R gives gav his bottle after javert’s arrival and it’s really funny

- grantaire does not take his eyes off of enjolras until drink with me. at all.

-when eponine dies, gavroche turns suddenly and sees her dying and grantaire SHOOTS up and grabs him and sits in the corner with him. it’s beautiful

- R does not touch a gun at all for the entire show. whenever anyone starts shooting, he hides behind the barricade or he grabs javert in custody but he never fights at all

- when gav dies, R throws a goddamn fit and does not leave his body until enjolras is about to be shot.

- when enj dies, he climbs up the barricade and is backlit and R is sitting at the bottom of the barricade reaching upwards, and when enj is shot, he falls backwards off of the barricade and out of sight. when this happens, R climbs the barricade with no gun, just enough so his head is exposed, and gets shot and slides down the barricade. it’s very “no one loves the light like a blind man”

- when javert is picking through the bodies looking for JVJ, another officer is wheeling a cart for dead bodies, and it ONLY has enjolras in it, hanging upside down just like aaronjolras in the window. javert heaves gav’s body on top of his and wheels them both off. (i heard multiple audible gasps during this, assumedly from the other enjolras girlies like myself)

- enj and R are beside each other for empty chairs until they cross and they’re directly facing each other instead

-during the wedding song, the line “this one’s a queer, but what can you do” is changed to “this one’s a queer, i might try it too” before thenardier waltzes with a male ensemble member for like 4 bars before finishing the song

- there is a lot of rich people laughing as a bit and thenardier cues to the conductor and counts them off like 3 separate times

- the finale is beautiful as always, JVJ and the dead bishop hug before everyone just lines up in formation (R and enj are both holding one of gav’s hands on either side)

- in conclusion: i cried

If anyone else has seen the tour and would like to add little things they noticed, please do in the tags!!

#les miserables #les mis us tour #exR #enjolras #les mis #grantaire #i loved it so much #kyle adams obviously read the book #he did character research like george blagden did

[iveseenstrangerthings]

beer fear - Steve Harrington imagine

summary: Steve takes a very drunk reader home from a party. Steve and reader are just friends, but reader is falling in love with Steve.... written the morning after the night before.

warnings: mentions of drinking (unable to recall drinking episode) and hangovers

word count: 1k (very short so is this still an imagine??? too long for a drabble so I’ll just stick with imagine lol)

                                                 ✦    ✦    ✦    ✦

A sudden hot flash of pain spreads across your forehead as your eyes peel open, adjusting to the early morning light that floods your room. Your curtains are wide open, and your mouth is like cotton. To clear the dryness, you move your tongue back over the roof of your mouth a few times, forcing saliva around your mouth.

You’d spent last night at party and drank way too much. You’re not a big drinker, at all, but the people you spent last night with weren’t exactly great influencers. So here you are the next morning, having only been awake for 30 seconds, and already feeling painfully sorry for yourself. 

Your body stays cocooned underneath your duvet, you have no idea how you got home or when you got home. With the realisation that you can’t recall any details of the previous night, a hot flush of nausea rushes through you and you have to sit up. However, you sit up way too quickly, and it causes the pounding in your head to intensify. You don’t hear Steve enter your bedroom as you sit with your head in between your fingers, slowly massaging your forehead.

“Oh hey, you’re awake.” His voice is gentle, but you look up with a start, not expecting to see anyone this morning, especially Steve. You dread to think what you look like; you’re most definitely sporting a solid pair of racoon eyes since you highly doubt your makeup was removed.

“Steve?” You look at him quizzically as he carries a fresh glass of water to your bed side with two pills. Do your eyes deceive you or is he really in your room right now? “What, when did you- how-” You point to the glass, then back to Steve, then back to yourself, struggling to form a coherent sentence. He straightens the duvet to make sure your legs aren’t underneath, then plants himself down on the edge of your bed. “How did I get home?” You question dumbfoundedly. You hate feeling like this and vouch to yourself to never let it happen again.

“Robin called me.” He admits, looking slightly sheepish. He’s never seen you like this before, and you feel deeply ashamed. He wasn’t even at the party, that shows how bad you must’ve been. “I came to pick you up, so I brought you home. I didn’t know where any of your stuff was to you know, take off your makeup or anything.” That confirms your racoon eye suspicions. “And I didn’t wanna change your clothes or anything, with the state you were in.” He half laughs, then his face quickly returns sullen and serious. “I hope you don’t mind but I stayed over.” 

“Did we...?” You point to the empty side of the bed and then back to Steve, he’s going to need to fill in all the blanks for you.

At his realisation of what you mean, his eyes go wide, and he shakes his head furiously, “Oh God, no!! No. Absolutely not. I did sleep on the floor though, just at the bottom of your bed.” He sighs heavily and rubs his eyes as he points behind with his thumb, he doesn’t seem to have had much sleep. “I was petrified you’d puke in your sleep, so I wanted to be nearby.” You grimace and your stomach churns at the thought. “You didn’t, though.” He quickly adds, knowing you get anxious about that sort of stuff. 

With the return of your cotton mouth, you reach over and gulp down half the glass of water. The sudden addition of liquid to your stomach makes it lurch and you breathe deeply through the nauseous feeling, massaging your wrists. You close your eyes and breathe in deeper, letting the silence settle over the pair of you like a thick blanket. You still feel him, slightly weighing down the bed, and it comforts you knowing he’s here. 

After a few moments, and your nausea, have passed you open your eyes to see Steve looking over at you. When your eyes suddenly meet, he turns his gaze away, almost embarrassed that he was caught staring. “I’m so sorry.” Your voice is weak and quiet. 

He looks back at you now, brows furrowed, “Hey, what for?” His arm stretches out and he rests his hand where he can feel your leg.

“I probably spoilt your evening, spoilt whatever lovely plans you had for last night.” 

He laughs slightly and shrugs his shoulders, “I didn’t have any plans. Besides, you’re cute when you’re drunk.” 

You feel for a minute you’re still drunk. Cute? He’d never described you as cute. You can’t muster up a witty remark or even attempt to question the word, so you let it slide. “I owe you one, big time.” Leisurely, your mouth pulls into a smile, and you look over at Steve, who gradually pulls his hand back then pats them onto his knees. Feelings of gratitude and admiration fill you as you realise how kind he’d been to you. To bring you home safely, look after you, watch over you... He hardly slept a wink last night. Any stir or noise from you caused him to jump up and come to your side, ensuring you were okay. Which, of course, you were. He’d just tuck you back in and make sure you looked relatively comfortable before returning to his little pile of blankets and pillows on your floor. 

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to repay me.” He smiles back at you warmly, his eyes looking tired and sleepy. 

“I’m gonna shower. I feel gross.” As you start to sit up further, Steve steps up and away from the bed. 

He nods and starts to walk towards your bedroom door, “Do you want breakfast? I can make it for when you’re out of the shower?” He wrings his hands nervously, which he never usually does around you. Maybe it’s a tiredness thing. 

You nod gratefully, “I’d love that.” 

Steve leaves you to it to gather your things for the shower as he goes off to start breakfast. The fact Steve’s done all this for you only makes that deep feeling of admiration and love grow bigger inside of you. You think of how comforting, how reassuring it is, knowing he’s so close to you. As you shower, you’re left hoping that the two of you waking up together and having breakfast will be a delightful recurrence. Only under less hungover circumstances.

#steve harrington angst #masterlist #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #stranger things imagine #stranger things blurbs #stranger things preferences #stranger things imagines #stranger things prompts #steve Harrington imagine #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington comfort #steve harrington blurb

[phxntomsdusk]

Can I request a Ted Nivison x maleReader? Like the reader is a guest on the Podcast or in one of his videos and the viewers slowly watch them fall for each other?

Butterflies - Ted x Masc!reader

warnings: swearing (just once but still), gay jokes (mostly from/towards/about schlatt), toothrotting fluff !! also my first ted fic/blurb so bare with me, it’ll def suck

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog (ask to be added!)

word count: 411

“So, Y/N, it’s great to have you here.” Ted looked over at you with a gentle smile, followed by Schlatt and Charlie.

You were invited onto the podcast at the last minute, but you gladly agreed to do it. There was something about Ted though the second you arrived, his eyes immediately softened and his words were much more gentle towards you. You had watched previous episodes of the podcast, and he was treating you differently than any other guest, almost like you were special to him.

You were worried to bring it up, mostly because you knew Schlatt would probably make a petty gay joke at your expense, but thankfully he was funny about it.

When you and Ted would hold eye contact for too long, he would reach a hand in between you two and snap his fingers. “Stop it, you’re practically fucking with eye contact.” He would laugh, and so would Charlie, and you and Ted would sit there with embarrassed expressions.

It was a struggle to even maintain conversation, considering Ted would get distracted midway through a sentence while staring at you.

“Ted!” Charlie reached over and shook his shoulder, laughing at his startled expression. “I swear, you guys are gayer than Schlatt, and he’s literally kissed a guy.” This of course sparked up a small argument between those two, leaving you and Ted to simply bask in each other’s awkwardness.

You knew he wasn’t one to fall for a guy easily, let alone talk about it. You were fully convinced he was straight, but the way he kept looking at you gave you butterflies each and every time.

By the time filming was wrapped up, there was a solid 30 minutes that was pure silence between you and Ted. Of course, if they were to edit, it would be easy to hide it. But you highly doubted they would.

As you packed up your things, which was just your phone, headphones, keys and wallet, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, I was wondering if you’d be cool with hanging out this weekend? Like.. a date?” The question threw you off, he was actually asking you on a date? “Yeah. I’d love to.” You smiled up at him, watching as he nodded and turned away from you, giving Charlie and Schlatt loud high fives and frat boy-like cheers.

It was safe to say you went back home with butterflies swarming in your stomach still.

#phxntomsdusk #phxntoms fics #ted nivison #ted nivison x reader #ted nivison x y/n #ted nivison x you #ted nivison fluff #chuckle sandwich x reader #chuckle sandwich

[tiffanytoms]

Helloooooo, I know you’ve been having a break (deservedly so😌) however….. I went to a magic Mike show in London today and all I could think about was “imagine James and Lily in this situation” I mean I’m no writer so I don’t know how the story line would go, obviously James dancing on stage and then lily in the audience, maybe Sirius tries to set them up after the show because he sees how much James fancies her? And we all know Sirius would love to show himself off so he could of course be on stage too😍😂 so my question is, would you ever consider writing maybe a one shot based around this? Or know anyone who would be willing? As I can no longer get this out of my head and will be thinking about this for dayyysssss😂😂

Girl, your request possessed me today 🤪 Next time save me a seat!

I give you...

🕺🏻 Magic James ✨

Fic below the cut!

James

“Pads, I’m going to fucking murder you—“

“How is this my fault?”

“Because all of this was your bloody idea!” James Potter cried out to his best friend while covered in baby oil and wearing ridiculously tight football shorts. James loved playing football, and he was good at it too, so he would know that wearing these shorts would actually not make any sense at all in the real world. How were you supposed to properly tackle if you were afraid you’d tear your kit and accidentally show everyone your skivvies in the process?

But that was neither here nor there. Because these were exactly the kind of football shorts you wore if you were a stripper at Magic Mike in London — because that was exactly the point. The more skivvies you showed off — or better yet, bare arsecheeks — the more popular you were.

“I didn’t hear you complaining when you voluntarily signed up with me and made a shit ton of cash every weekend for the past—”

“I just wanted to be supportive!” James rebutted, his voice going up an octave. Okay, so that wasn’t the whole truth (he’d always been a bit of a showoff and he knew he had the body to match), but it was at least partially true. Ever since Sirius’ terrible parents had cut him off financially, Sirius had needed to find inventive ways to make money so he could stay in university with James. James had offered to just pay his tuition for him, but Sirius had been much too proud to accept that. So James did the second best thing — he went to his jobs with him. 

So that was the story of how James Potter found himself stripping on a Saturday night, some 30 or so odd kilometers from campus, presently losing his goddamn mind. You see, while James had a ton of fun dancing for cash while making ladies of all ages incredibly giddy — he still sort of wanted to keep his naughty little hobby a secret. So imagine his horror when he spotted his crush, the gorgeous redhead from his organic chemistry class that he hadn’t been able to shut up to his friends about for weeks, sitting front row in the middle of a bachelorette party. (Not hers at least — thank fuck.)

“Tcha. Sure,” Sirius teased, adjusting the silly, leather, fingerless gloves he was sporting. While James had been branded the jock of the performers, Sirius’ ensemble had more of a ‘bad boy’ vibe. James had doubled over laughing for a solid five minutes the first time he’d seen him backstage in it. “Look, maybe she won’t even recognize you—” It was the wrong thing to say to poor, frazzled James, because the only thing worse than Lily recognizing him would be if she didn’t even care enough about him to remember his existence and didn’t. Sirius, best mate that he was, realized his mistake and pivoted. “Okay. Remember that thing you’re always telling me about how you get in the zone when you play football and nothing else matters?”

“Yeah?” James asked confused, really not seeing the correlation here. It wasn’t like he could just dribble around Evans and score.

“So… just do that. Don’t overthink it, just do what you do best: perform, fuck your opponents up, show no mercy, and dominate.”

James felt like his brain had just melted hearing all his usual sports tricks being used in reference to… her. “You want me to dominate Evans?”

“No, not like that!” Sirius’ expression changed from exasperated to contemplative. “I mean, maybe. If you think she’d be into that—”

“Okay, worst pep talk ever—”

“Prongs, mate,” Sirius said, putting his hands on his shoulders. “Stop stressing. You love this gig; I know you do. And you said it yourself that you don’t know how to break the ice with this girl, right? Well, guess what?” James groaned at the inevitable conclusion to this thought process. “This will be the best icebreaker ever.” Sirius gave James a good ol’ spank on the bum. “Have fun, go wild.” He winked. “Give her a show she won’t forget.”

Fuck my life.

Lily

“Is that… Sirius Black?” Lily’s friend and roommate Mary asked, far too excitedly, by her side after a boy their age walked on stage. The corny, overdramatic announcer had just proclaimed that it was actually, ‘PAAAAAAADDDDFOOOOOOTTTT!’ but everyone knew that was just a silly stage name.

“I doubt our classmates have secret side gigs as strippers, Mare,” Lily sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. Truth be told, she really hadn’t wanted to come here. These kinds of shows just weren’t her thing, but Frank was her best friend, and Alice was the love of his life — so she was trying to put in the effort by attending her bachelorette party. 

Mary had also given her a pep talk after Lily had lamented how degrading this was to the men, saying, ‘Lils. Are you serious? These guys love their jobs. They get paid to have women ogle their physiques and go crazy over them. Even the gay ones get a massive ego boost and get paid to dance and then check out their boyfriends when they perform. It’s really not that deep. Leave your gender studies minor at school and have fucking fun! I promise you, none of them had a gun pointed to their heads when they took this job. Stop being so judgy and let the men do what they wanna do!’ Truthfully, that had put Lily in her place. Just because she wouldn’t be caught dead stripping, didn’t mean that other people felt the same way and couldn’t find it liberating.

“No, that’s definitely him. I’d recognize that bum anywhere,” Mary responded, eyes still glued to the stage.

“Oh my god, I think it is him,” Lily agreed, hiding her giggle behind her hand. Black was a bit of an enigma across campus, being one of the best looking students there, but always seeming too brooding and untouchable to approach. One of the only things that softened and humanized him was his best friend, Potter. With bright eyes, an easy laugh, and a presence that could light up even her most dreary of least favorite classes, Potter was hard to miss. So if Potter, an endless ray of sunshine, found Black to be a good best mate, Lily found that it spoke volumes of his character.

The crowd started going wild as Black, definitely the hottest dancer they’d had yet, started walking around the stage, clearly feeling at home in tight jeans and a vest. Was the look a lot? Yes. Was it simultaneously hot and showing off every inch of his gorgeous body? Also fucking yes. 

Lily giggled as she felt herself loosening up, slowly becoming just as invested in this sexy little game of make-believe as all of her friends. She knew Black. He was one of the most stubborn men she’d ever met. No one would ever tell him what to do… so if he was here… He wanted to be here. 

When he passed by her and practically twerked his ass in her face, she laughed her own ass off and put a five pound note in his g-string. 

“There we go, Lils!” Mary cheered next to her, already having slapped his butt twice like she was playing the bongo drums. Lily guessed it was the reason Sirius seemed to be spending so much time on their side of the stage. 

“I’m going to get another drink! Want one?” Lily yelled over the screams as she excused herself, needing a small breather from all the action. Mary was far too enthralled by the show to pay her any mind. 

As much as Sirius was a great dancer, Lily was a bit embarrassed about where seeing him on stage was making her mind wander. Because, if she was being honest, she didn’t want to see Sirius up there, she wanted to see her goofy, ridiculous (-ly fit) lab partner strutting his stuff. For the first few weeks of class, she’d found him too cocky and a bit annoying, but the more she hung out with him, the more she realized all that arrogance was a mask for how adorably frazzled he got around her. It was a completely insane scenario, because he looked like a hero straight out of a Greek myth, but whatever. She’d often find him staring at her during lectures (and then kick himself) and making up the most ludicrous reasons to talk to her. She knew he was smart, but he’d still ask her for help with lab work. Of course she’d help him, but both of them knew it was all a secret rouse to hang out. Lily just hoped he would eventually work up the nerve to ask her out soon. 

(And in the meantime, she was going to the university football games just to catch a glimpse of him playing. He was good. Like really good. He also seemed to go into some sort of fugue state when he played, completely in the zone, so Lily never even had to worry that he’d spot her in his crowd of admirers.)

Basically, Lily was a chicken. And she knew it.

Alas, that’s a problem to sort through another time, she thought as she returned to her seat, exorbitantly expensive drink in tow. 

She’d just sat back down next to Mary, who was fanning herself off, when the announcer’s voice blared through the speakers once more: “And next, we have the incredible, looking damn edible, PRRRROOOOOONGGGGSSSSS!” 

The next few seconds passed in a weird sort of blur as a few things happened in rapid succession. Firstly, the fittest crush she’d ever had walked out on stage to Sam Smith’s “Unholy” wearing a generic football uniform with a ball tucked under his arm causing Lily to think that perhaps she’d fallen on the steps and hit her head — now dreaming about what she actually wanted to see. Secondly, Mary turned to her and exclaimed, “No fucking way!” the most pleased grin ever plastered on her face. Mary had spent far too many drunken nights hearing Lily lamenting over her crush of the nerdy footballer, so as far as she was concerned, the sooner the two gave in to their obvious attraction to each other and actually went out, the better. Thirdly… damn, Potter was really good at doing little football party tricks. Never letting the ball touch the ground, he’d bounced it on what seemed like every one of his delectable body parts, all while ripping off his shirt. 

Oh. My. God.

Who the fuck did he think he was? Lily swore time stood still as the thin — obviously pre-torn, but who the hell cared — fabric of his top gave way to reveal his glistening (why is it glistening?!) chest in the dazzling lights of the stage as he kept, miraculously, bouncing that damn ball. Honestly, Lily didn’t know what to be more impressed with: his fucking toned as hell body, or his obvious skill that came from years and years of loving the sport. It was hot that he’d committed so much time and effort into something. Lily really wanted to be the next thing he committed effort into — his next fucking obsession. 

She also really wanted him to get off the stage so she could ogle him all by herself, preferably in the comfort and privacy of her own flat. Now. Please and thank you. 

“Put your panties back on…” Mary drawled at her side, completely over the moon to have caught Lily in such a horny state.

“Shut up,” Lily shot back, cheeks feeling like they were on fire. She still wasn’t convinced that she wasn’t dreaming. Her throat had gone dry as all of her body’s moisture had somehow all drained… elsewhere. Get it the fuck together, Evans. He’s a human. Show him a little respect.

But looking at his body as he did a bicycle kick to rid himself of his prop ball and then somehow jumped forward onto his feet when he’d just been laying flat on his back… maybe she wanted to retract that statement. This man was many things… but a damsel in distress in need of her honorable gaze in order to protect his virtue was not one of them. This man was hot as fuck — he knew it… and he wanted her to relish it.

And who was Lily to not play along with that?

His eyes landed on her a second later, and Lily swore that she felt her heart as it skipped a beat. His almost shy smile to his trainers as he threw himself into a daring front flip and landed into some sort of unnatural humping position, held up entirely by his upper half, only amplified all of her stomach’s butterflies.

“Are you fucking… Lily. Lily fucking Evans…” Mary hissed beside her. “Look at him. LOOK AT HIM! If you don’t shag this man in the next five minutes, I swear to—“

Mary didn’t get to finish her sentence, because in the next moment, right after James had finished making Lily desperately pray to the heavens above that she could be reincarnated into a very specific section of laminate, the DJ had switched the song. The whole vibe of the club changed as a very sultry beat came on, Ashlee’s “Alone With You,” and James walked right to the very edge of the stage, and offered her his open palm. 

Her. Offered her. Lily looked at his hand like it was a ticking time bomb. 

“Go!” Mary roared as she shoved Lily forward into James’ awaiting grasp.

Lily allowed James to pull her onto the stage, eyes wide and heart thudding madly. “Hi,” she whispered.

“Hi,” he responded in kind.

Sure, she’d been around him plenty of times before, but chest to (oily, glistening, fucking naked) chest seemed very different. He still had the same eyes off course, promising mischief — but now it was impossible not to know exactly what sort of mischief he was foretelling with those golden specks, glowing in a sea of hazel warmth. His smirk that she’d interpreted as perfectly wholesome before was downright filthy now, and his hair that had looked so windswept in the past currently mocked her former innocence with how obviously it screamed sex. She wanted to run her hands through it, she wanted to pull it, she wanted to absolutely destroy it as she rode him, forcing him to look up into her eyes as she came around him.

Who the fuck was she and what did this magical place do to her?

“You okay with this?” he asked her as he walked backwards, leading her to the center of the stage, clearly about to incorporate her body into his routine if she’d let him. 

She couldn’t wait. “Do your worst,” she answered, deciding, fuck it, she was all in. 

James’ face contorted between shock, glee, and unmitigated lust all in the span of two seconds. “You sure?” he whispered, body lithe and bare and hers. So hers right here in front of her. He had this errant, dark lock on his forehead, all but challenging Lily to sink her fingers into his hair and muss everything up even further. Why are you so obsessed with his hair right now?

“Yes. You can do whatever you want to me, Potter.” Lily wasn’t sure where it came from, but she was sure she’d never meant a sentence more.

James smirked, coming completely into his element as he swung Lily around by her hand and caught her spin right in front of chest. “Just keep your body limber, okay?” he hushed into her ear as she was pressed up against him.

Before she even had time to ponder his request, Lily felt James’ large hands — the same ones she’d only briefly touched before as he’d passed her notes and pencils in class — close in around her waist before hoisting her up in the air. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and she supposed that was the point, because a moment later he had her pinned up against a prop wall. There wasn’t an encouraging yell louder than Mary’s in the crowd… and an unknown man’s whooping from backstage. 

James did a tantalizing body roll into her, making Lily gasp as she felt his hips lighting up every inch of her core. When she’d put on leggings earlier in the night, she’d been thinking about her comfort during an uncomfortable night out on the town — not donning the perfect clothing to feel her crush’s pelvis as it crashed rhythmically into her own in front of an entire audience.

“All right, Evans?” James asked as he pushed his hips into her further, making her eyelids flutter closed and keeping her steady against the wall so he could grab her left wrist, and then her right, pinning both of them next to her head. Lily didn’t know she needed this rough manhandling in her life until she was literally experiencing it. He was tossing her around like she was a rag doll and she was loving it. His breathing was coming in hot and heavy on the side of her throat, and she had to wonder if it was club protocol for dancers to actually start kissing their marks. Sure, it was only the soft, gentle start of a neck hickey, but the sensation still had her squirming against him, trying to fight herself from moaning his name as his clutch around her wrists tightened. He had to be getting off on this move too. He had to be. 

The lyrics of the song talked about not letting him stop right there, and Lily vehemently agreed. He couldn’t. He shouldn’t. She couldn’t wait to see what she could push him to do next. “Is that all you got?”

He smirked at her goading, pulling back before sliding her upwards against the wall so he could sneak his shoulders underneath her thighs, pulling her knees behind him as he propped the apex of her legs right in front of her face. Her hands instinctually dug into his unruly locks — in order to steady herself on this precarious perch, or because this move was clearly meant to simulate oral sex and that’s exactly where her hands would find themselves if he’d been doing this for real, she wasn’t at liberty to say. All she knew was that a few seconds later, she felt one strong hand gripping her thigh, keeping her safely in place above him, and another on the small of her back for balance as he spun them from the wall, bringing them back to centerstage. Damn, he’s strong… And fuck did she want to actually be feeling this. As hot as the tease was, as warm as his breath was soaking right through the thin cotton fabric of her leggings, she wanted more, she needed more. She could so easily imagine him tearing her clothes off, ridding her of these pesky barriers, and plunging his tongue deep into where she really wanted it.

How was he making her feel this way? How was he getting her all hot and bothered like this in public?

Her consciousness broke through her lecherous thoughts as she realized just how blinding the stage lights were. It was very different to be staring at James — whose aura could completely drown out the screams of horny ecstasy roaring all around them — than at a white wash alerting her that she was currently a main character in this spectacle happening on a stage being illuminated from above. 

As if sensing her concern, James shrugged her off of his shoulders immediately, catching her around his chest before lowering both of them to the floor. For a second, it was just them again, Lily’s mind traveling to some far off scenario where she’d actually had the nerve to ask James out on a date, it had gone well, and they were celebrating together in her bed. She bit her lower lip as she looked down. He was holding his upper body weight off of her making his biceps bulge, caging them in together, but his hips were back to resting against hers as if he truly couldn’t resist her. She had to wonder if the growing hardness she felt there was all a part of the act, or if it was actually just him. 

Her eyebrow raised as she caught his gaze, a smirk forming on her lips. “You all right, Potter?” Staying still, just staring at each other, had to be bad for business. She had a growing suspicion that neither one of them cared.

He looked almost sheepish. “Shut it, Evans.”

In a mortifying moment, Lily realized he’d seen just how envious she’d been of the floor earlier when he started repeating the same damn humping motion, holding himself up above her as he used his ab muscles to lower his hips and legs down over her body in a snaking motion again, and again. The coordination it took… the core strength… the way it’s rubbing his clearly hard cock against me over and over.

Lily Evans was a fucking goner for this man. Just as she was admiring one of his football injuries on his collarbone, wondering if she’d get kicked out of the club for kissing it (what could she say? Mary’s yells from the sidelines were making her feel awfully brazen), James fully dropped his body weight on top of her and rolled them over so Lily was straddling his lap. One of his hands found purchase on her hip, encouraging her to grind on him.

“Ride me, Evans,“ he cooed as he found his footing beneath him, bucking his pelvis up and down in waves.

He was so fucking hot. Lily’s hands started on his abs, his unnaturally well defined abs, as his first action had taken her by surprise and she’d needed to stabilize herself (okay, fine, and she really wanted to touch those perfect, perfect abs), but she found herself wanting more intimacy the longer he kept rocking her on top of himself. Even though his free hand was pushing one of hers up his chest, urging her to feel every cut ridge and ripple of his oiled up body, she had her own ideas of what she wanted. Grabbing the hand on her hips, she peeled his fingers off of her and trailed them up her waist, grazing the side of her breast, before she interlocked her fingers with him between their bodies. Their eyes locked, understanding dawning on his face, as he switched up the positioning of their other hands and did the same, squeezing her palms into his own. Something changed in his eyes then, she guessed in both of theirs, as if he too was suddenly living the exact same scenario as she was where this could be real, she could be saucily rolling her body on top of him for real — if only they had the balls to do something about it.

“Go out with me, Potter,” she panted. She didn’t know if it was her actual feelings, or the booze, or the nerves, or her fucking riled up hormones (so ready to fuck the shit out of this boy), but whatever it was, she was so friggin’ glad she’d finally had the guts to just ask. 

James’ hips stilled, dropping Lily flat on top of him with an ‘Oof!’ 

“Are you serious?!” he cried out, oh so fucking happy. He didn’t let her wallow in the terrifying possible connotations of that question for too long, because before she knew it, he’d pulled her the rest of the way down to his level, and kissed her soundly as one of his hands buried in her hair. 

“Ehhh… let’s give it up for PRRRROOOONGGGSS!?” the announcer’s voice declared as chaos descended upon the club. About two hundred women had just witnessed one of the sexiest dancers planting a life-altering smooch on an audience member and were now clamoring to be next. 

“Oy, shit head! Get off the stage!” Lily broke free from James’ kiss and looked back to see Sirius staring at them incredulously behind the curtain. A moment later, James jumped to his feet and dragged her backstage with him. “What the hell were you—” he stopped himself short and interjected a jovial little, “Hi, Evans,” for her sake.

“Hi, Black,” Lily replied awkwardly, not really knowing where things were supposed to go from here. 

“Glad you finally threw this guy a bone. Things were getting pretty desperate,” Sirius said casually before turning back to James. “You’re probably fired, you know that?”

“Yeah…” James replied, cutely running a hand through his hair. Lily noticed his other hand remained firmly interlocked with hers. “I don’t really care though?”

Sirius rolled his eyes before walking back to the dressing room to get ready for his next set. “Tosser!” he yelled over his shoulder.

James turned back to Lily, his eyes glowing with possibilities. “So…” he began awkwardly. Cutely. Wonderfully. “You wanna maybe get out of here?”

“Yes.” Lily nodded, fighting off a shit-eating grin herself. “Absolutely.”

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I hope it was everything you hoped for! ♥️

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[syresdcthings]

DC Highschool AU Core Four edition.

This post includes: Core Four (Bart, Tim, Kon, Cassie) they are all in middle school and are 11-12. That's it they are just having fun I made this cause I was bored.

Cassie and Tim are sat under the tree outside their school the group always meet up at. Its around 11pm. Tim is laying out a blanket and food whilst Cassie is trying to set up Netflix on a laptop.

Tim: Okay, Bart said he was bringing the pillows right? There's alot of blankets but the ground is still pretty solid.

Cassie: Yep! Though I'm not sure this screen is big enough for the 4 of us.

Tim crawls over to her: Yeah you're right...

He thinks for a minute.

Tim stands: Uh, you wait here until i get my computer. Its bigger... and I left my bag down at the field anyway so I need to go grab it.

The boy scurrys away and Cassie falls back on the blankets, sighing. She turns her head to the other side and sees two familiar faces.

Kon, carrying 4 pillows and a box full of cola cans with Bart hanging onto his leg: Cassie... help.

Cassie, blinking for a few seconds and then rolling over in laughter: WHAT-hkheue... ACHEM...what happened??

Kon drops the pillow and places the box down next to the tree, shaking Bart off his leg. Then he proceeds to flop down onto the pillows, Bart falling ontop of him immediately after.

Kon: HRG- ugghhh.... I don't know, either. Me and Clark picked him up and drove him here but as soon as I got out the car he attached onto my leg like a toddler.

Bart: Hehe ;)))

Cassie: Sounds like you've become Barts object of interest

Bart: Hehehehehe

Kon: Don't know what that means, don't WANT to know what that means...

He looks around

Kon: Where's Tim?

Cassie: OH! The laptop is too small of a screen so he's away getting his computer.

Kon: Will that really make any difference?

Cassie: Umm I don't know Kon I've never compared Tim's computer to my laptop. 😒

Kon: Damn, snarky... :(

Tim runs back to the group, seemingly exhausted. Kon sits upright, pushing Bart off in the process. Tim sets the computer up and low and behold, it's just the right size.

Bart immediately clinging onto Kon again: What are we watching? I forgot

Tim lays down panting: hhh .... hhhh ....

Cassie: ehehe.. Um, well we think we're gonna have an MCU bashing marathon. I know it's alot of movies but it's a weekend and (albeit, illegal) Tim brought a car we can sit in when it gets cold.

Kon: Dude, I hate marvel.

Cassie: That's why it's called a 'Bashing Marathon', idiot, we make fun of it the whole time.

Bart: Marvel has alot of stuff going on in their movies so it's always fun for me to watch :p

Tim: Okay okay let's get this party started!

Tim jumps up from the ground and places the pillows neatly on the blanket then grabs another 2 thicker blankets and, once everybody's comfortably laying, throws it over them. He tosses a can to Bart and then lays down with the rest of them.

Tim: You punks are gonna be asleep by the 5th hour, I bet.

Bart chugging his drink: NOWAYletsgoletsgoletsgo!!

Cassie: Heh nahh Timmy. I'm so ready for this.

Kon: Let's get ready for a little over 2 days of making fun!

6 hours 30 minutes in and Cassie, Kon, and Bart are all huddling into eachother. One of them is snoring, one is just kicking the blanket continously and the other is sleeptalking. Tim lays happily awake with a bowl full of popcorn when he looks down to his sleeping friends.

Tim: Knew it.

....

Tim sighs as he gets up and turns the computer off, looking back to his friends.

Tim: We probably should've chosen a smaller Franchise, huh guys? Well ... It's dark. And... I don't really wanna drive a car this late so. I'm gonna phone Bruce and see if dad can come pick us up.

He pats his friends.

Tim: And I know you all were tired during Iron Man 2. I saw it in your faces... But you pulled through to the 4th movie out of pure pettiness.

He laughs.

Tim: It's goes to show how resilient you all are... That you don't back down from a challenge. Even if you barely beat it in the first place. It's one of the things I like about you all, and I hope it's something I can one day find myself.

Tim falls back chuckling as he brings his phone out of his pocket and messages his brother.

Tim: Geez I cant believe I'm talking to a bunch of sleeping people.

He feels something brush his leg and sees cassies hand barely but noticeably touching him.

Tim chuckles again, holding his face: Yeah, hehe. You're the type of person to take the chance to tease me about that.

He shuts his eyes.

Tim: Love you guys too...

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[bbrissonn]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐃 | ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀꜱ ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʟᴇᴀᴜ ₍₄₎

warnings: slight swearing, not proofread, this is the last part of the series itself, but i'd love if some of you would come talk to me about what you think could happen between the 3 of them in my inbox :)) (ex: tiny blurbs requests, concepts, thoughts, ect.)

pairing: thomas bordeleau x brisson!reader

wc: 1.04k

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you were sitting in the driver seat of thom’s car, waiting outside of yost for him to come out. their practice had ended about 10 minutes ago, and you knew he normally took about 30 minutes to come out, which meant you had to wait for another solid 20 minutes. you were so focused on your phone that you hadn’t seen a person walk up to the passenger seat, leading you to you jumping a bit when they knocked on the window. 

you expected to see bordy, or one of his roommates asking for a ride home, but you surely weren’t expecting to see your twin brother standing there. he was normally one of the last ones to leave after a practice, which made you even more confused as to why he was standing there. you unlocked the door and seconds after he was sitting in the seat next to you, his eyes focused on the tree in front of him. 

“i, uh… i’m sorry.” he whispered, you knew that apologizing isn’t something he’s good at, and that this was really hard for him, something you really appreciated. 

“i’m sorry to–” 

“don’t. you shouldn’t be sorry for anything, y/n/n. i fucked up, okay? you didn’t.” 

“bren–” 

“i was being an asshole, and i should’ve been happy for you instead of being a bitch because he treats you right and he makes you happy, and that’s all that should matter. i–i was just scared that i was gonna lose you. we used to be so close, then when you and bordy started dating, i just feel like you spent less time with me and that you didn’t talk to me about your life anymore. and i hated it, and instead of talking to you about it, i pushed you away. and i’m sorry for what i said at restaurant, i’m sorry for blowing up at you in front of everyone, and i’m sorry telling you to go back home. ‘cause i don’t, i want you here in michigan with me because you’re the closest thing to home i have, and because bordy wants you here. i’m happy for the two of you, i really am y/n–” 

“bren, it’s okay.” you cut him off softly, placing a hand on his shoulder, making him look at you. 

“but it’s not–” 

“yes it is. i was being a bitch too, okay? i should’ve talked to you about it before, he’s your best friend and you had every right to be angry at me because of it. i’m not mad at you, i never have and i never will because of this okay? you’re my brother, and no matter what happens between us, i’ll always love you. and no one can replace you, bren, not even bordy. you cut him off again with a small smile. he nodded a bit before leaning over and hugging you. 

“i love you, y/n/n.” 

“i’m sorry you felt like i was replacing you, b. i wasn’t trying to–” 

“i know.” he said, squeezing you a little harder in his arms.

~

“so i won’t get a death stare anymore when i come within 2 feet of you?” thom asked you, making you chuckle a bit. the two of you had gotten back from yost about 10 minutes ago, and you had just finished explaining to him what happened with brendan.  

“no.” 

“you’re sure?”

“yes.”

“and i’ll be able to kiss you whenever i want and wherever i want?” 

“yes, t. you’ll even be able to cuddle me without having him cough. you’ll be able to put your arm around me at dinner without getting kicked in the shin. you’ll be able to give me a drink without having him try it before–” 

“so i’m free again?” he cut you off, making you laugh a bit. 

“you’ve been free–” 

“no i haven’t. it was like i was in the army or something, if i did this, he’d do this to me. it was worse than that diet the nutritionist gave me, babe.” he exaggerated, making you roll your eyes.

“no need to be so dramatic now.” 

“i’m not!” 

“sure.” you said dragging out the ‘e’ making him pinch you lightly. you sent him a death glare, which he answered with a smile and gave you a kiss. 

“he does have one rule.” you mumbled against his lips, making him let out a frustrated groan. 

“no ‘making babies’ in front of him.” 

“why– why we have sex in front of him?” 

“i don’t know! ask him!” 

“he’s your brother, your twin. you should know what happens in his head! twin telepathy or whatever.” 

“oh my god!” 

~

“you guys are gross.” brendan exclaimed walking out of the backdoor of your house, seeing you and thom making out in the pool. you back was pressed against the edge, your legs were wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. 

it was now june, you and thomas had been dating for about 8 months now, and he had agreed to come visit you, and brendan of course, in LA for a week. now at first, he had planned to just spend time with you and some with brendan once in a while. but those plan quickly got ruined when your dad announced that he was able to set up some gym session for him, much to brendan’s happiness since he would get to spend some time with his best friend. 

“what do you want?” you asked him, he wasn’t wearing his swimsuit, so he clearly wasn’t coming to swim, and he was never one to just sit in the sun for fun. 

“just coming to get this.” he said as he walked towards the small table near the pool where his speaker was and shoving it in your face with a laugh. 

“go away!” you said, swatting his hand away, making him laugh even more. 

“jeez, someone woke up in the wrong side of the bed. you two can go back to shoving your tongue down your throats now, princess.” he teased you, making thom laugh a bit, while you let out a groan. 

“i’m gonna kill him one day.” you whispered to bordy before connecting your lips again.

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[captainjimothycarter]

okay for the ship prompt thingy - 68. And this phillips/sarah Rogers ship.

“Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.”

This is just one giant ramble, but I needed it clear my head so thanks?

--

Meeting Sarah Rogers changed the older man’s life for the better. He’d never regret coming across her bakery for a second, even if that meant he put on a solid five pounds thanks to her baked goods alone.

Those apple pie tarts were to die for and those blueberry muffins? Chester was damn sure he’d kill for them to begin with. He didn’t know what that woman did with those baked goods but they tasted of heaven.

Truth be told, he came back again and again for more than just Sarah Rogers’ baked goods. He fixed her leaking pipe in the kitchen, cleaned her windows, fixed the flickering light in the dining room, etc. Sarah Rogers was just a delight.

She was a walking angel on this god-forsaken earth, a bright spot in his dreary days. She made him laugh, made him smile.

There must’ve been something that allowed him to stay around too, beyond his handyman skills because Sarah Rogers wasn’t a fool. She’d find the smallest, odd jobs to keep him around and that must’ve meant something because she was pregnant with another guy’s kid. A little boy she was naming Steve.

The guy’s father had run out on her when she told him she was pregnant, taking all of their savings and wiping her account clean. It left her pregnant and broke, right after opening this wonderful, little bakery too.

It made his blood boil to think that anyone could do this to someone so precious, so sweet. Sarah was nothing but a sweet, sweet soul who deserved the best – her son included.

“Will that be all, Miss Sarah?” Phillips asked, groaning as he forced himself to sit up and crane his aching back from being under the sink for so long.

Sarah’s little laugh and touch to his arm made his heart soar. “I think you’ve done enough, Mr. Phillips. I can’t overwork not only my best customer but my favorite handyman. Are you sure I’m not overworking you?”

He chuckled as he closed the cabinets under the sink and leaned into the counter, watching her slide a pan of freshly made cinnamon buns into the case. They smelled like heaven and reminded him how early he’d gotten up this morning to be here, with only a cup of coffee in his stomach.

A look must’ve shown on his face because she was already cutting him a sizeable chunk and sliding the plate toward him. He didn’t even want to take it without paying for it but he knew this game by now. There would be no paying for it, but he’d find a way to give her the money.

“Thanks, darling,” he purred at her, spearing a piece of the freshly baked buns onto a fork and holding it out to her. His eyes were drawn to her lips as he watched her take the bite. “I swear – this stuff you make…nothing compares to it.”

He watched as she bustled around the little kitchen with her oversized belly. He had the privilege of watching that belly grow with the life inside of it, the little man more than eager to embrace the world around him.

“Did Stevie keep you up last night?” He asked, taking his dishes over to her sink and starting to wash the small pile that had already appeared.

“You know it,” she groaned, rubbing a hand over her belly. “I swear, he’s going to be grounded until he’s 30 at this rate if he continues to kick my bladder.”

He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, taking the dare to catch her as she passed him and laid a hand over her belly. “You poor lass, he’s going to be a fighter, I just know it.” He felt the strong kick against his hand, chuckling. He rubbed his thumb over her taunt skin, shaking his head. “You be nice to your mama, Stevie. She’s the most amazing woman I ever met and you’re incredibly lucky to have her. You have no idea how much she loves you.”

He realized what unstated boundaries he might’ve overstepped, already stepping back but she caught his hand and held it there. “Don’t,” she breathed, keeping him close. “Stevie likes your touch and…so do I.”

Maybe it was the weeks of this, whatever this was, building up but Phillips found himself leaning in to kiss her, found her leaning back into him. The weeks of flirting seeing her belly growing with life and talking to Stevie like he was his own child, to building the child furniture and going to her home to fix the small issues he could here and there.

Nesting behavior, his friends called it and perhaps they were right.

--

Phillips wished he was wrong about Stevie and his fight for life because he didn’t want to end up here with Sarah Rogers sobbing beside him and him feeling entirely numb.

With little Stevie, born far too early, and fighting for his life.

He pulled her into his side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and kissing her temple. “Sarah, darling, I know we don’t exactly know each other so well but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone. Stevie is a fighter, just like his mama.”

His attempt at comfort only made her sob harder, mentally cursing himself. He could fix things with his hands; a physical problem was quite easy to fix but this? This wasn’t something he could mend with a hammer and some nails. This was…was…time and patience and he wouldn’t say he was a very patient guy.

“You’re wrong,” Sarah sobbed, looking down at her son and counting the number of breaths he took. “I’d like to think that you and I know each other quite well.”

And in a much quieter voice, she whispered, “Thank you. I don’t want to be alone.”

Nor would he let her be if he had his way. No way this mama deserved to be alone after a traumatic birth, after Stevie’s birth. He’d find a way to stick around.

He found her fingers weaving between his own, squeezing and hitching her breath. “You won’t be, doll. I’m here, I’ll always be here for you and Stevie. Rather that’s as your handyman or…more.”

He held her close as they watched the little one in the incubator, rubbing at her side. He won’t let her be alone, he didn’t want to be alone. He didn’t think he could, knowing that Sarah was here alone.

No one deserved to be alone right now.

--

“I told you,” Phillips chuckled as they slowly walked up to the newly refurbished bakery, his arm around Sarah’s shoulders to guide her, “It’s a surprise, darling. I’m not going to ruin a surprise for you.”

Little Stevie was held against her chest, sleeping soundly. He adored the little tyke, considering Steve his son through all but blood, at this point. He loved her, he loved his life, and he wouldn’t change it for the world.

After Steve’s birth, Sarah had been forced to close the bakery for a while to focus on Steve and her own health. While they both recovered and Steve grew stronger by the day, he took the time to refurbish Sarah’s bakery. He fixed all the little projects, all the things that constantly broke but he did so much more. He took inspiration from her countless designs that were hidden away in journals, repainting the whole bakery and moving things around.

She knew about it but never got to see the finished product until now.

Standing outside of the bakery, Phillips smiled as he took off her blindfold and pointed to her the new bakery. It was designed, as she’d always wanted, a bright and happy place.

Outdoor seating in the shape of sunflowers, the umbrellas in the table opening to reveal sunflowers. Inside he’d painted the walls a warm, welcoming yellow and hired painters to paint Sarah’s sketches on the wall. Sketches of a simple life in Brooklyn, of her son, her baked goods on the wall. The older chairs and table had been replaced with sturdier ones, flowers lining the surface. The counters were replaced with sturdy marble and the glass containers were now larger, two-tiered instead of the cramped ones she had before.

In the back, he showed her everything had been replaced with new equipment for her, even the leaky faucet had been replaced rather than constantly fixed. Newer, larger ovens, proofing drawers, even a new, larger mixer. Enough room for both to move around.

“I know I might’ve overstepped…” He began, rubbing the back of his neck as he showed her the new name he’d designed for the bakery, a giant sign across the façade. “But we can change it…”

“Stevie’s Bakery,” Sarah read, tears glistening in her pretty blue eyes, blinking hard not to cry. “It’s…it’s perfect, Chester. What do you think, Stevie?”

He cooed against her chest, at his mother’s voice and all Phillips could do was laugh with relief, his laugh cut short as she pulled him down to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling her sink into his side.

He didn’t know what his life would be like, a year ago, but Phillips was glad it had led him here.

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[barkspawn]

May I (gently) request a part 2 to “Friends” (Shane) or “Smile” (Seb)?

They’re two of my favorite stories ❤️

I actually am working on a part 2 AND 3 for Smile. Here’s Friends pt. 2. Keep an eye out

OH AND THE LEWIS FACE-OFF FROM THAT PHOTO IS INSIDE

Also feel free to aggressively request things

Amelia opened her eyes, her body acclimated to waking up at hours she still deemed ungodly. She pulled out her phone and looked at the time, sighing.

Of course it's 7:30 am.

She had a small headache from the night before, sitting up and realizing it all really did happen.

Fuck being friends.

It took her a minute to process that it was not a dream, but real. She looked over at Shane, asleep on his belly, low snores being the only sound in the room. Amelia laid back down, staring up at the ceiling. Maybe she could get some more sleep. People fall back asleep all of the–

Fuck being friends.

Her mind clearly wouldn't let that happen. She heard Marnie stirring in her room. She thought about getting up and offering to make breakfast but found herself worried that Marnie would get the wrong idea as to why she stayed.

Instead, she stared at the door, lying on her side on the couch. Every so often, her eyes would move to Shane, his arms tucked securely around his pillow as if he let go, it would run away.

If he actually meant what he said… he could hold–

Nope. Stop.

Amelia sighed, pulling out her phone to play a random word game instead; something that could distract her and keep her mind busy.

She considered going back to sleep after a few minutes, feeling her eyes getting heavy, but really wanted to finish this level.

She let out a startled yelp as her phone fell out of her hands and directly into her face. She couldn't help but laugh quietly at herself.

Shane stirred though, making her freeze in her place. He groaned and rolled over, his eyes almost immediately falling on Amelia. They sat like that for a moment before Amelia gave a small wave and a quiet “hey.”

He sat up, his brow furrowed as if he was trying to make sure she was actually there. She followed his lead, sitting up as well.

“Amelia, don't take this the wrong way, but why are you here?” Shane finally spoke, swinging his legs off the edge of his bed and running his hand through his hopelessly messy hair.

Amelia couldn't resist messing around with him, tilting her head to the side, “I thought you'd remember. I stayed over. I slept over here because you don't like to cuddle after.”

“Fucking excuse me?” Shane finally asked, his expression nothing short of horrified. Amelia sat there with a straight face for a solid few seconds before she caved and laughed. She tried to keep the laugh quiet because of his hangover and Marnie in the other room.

“You're an asshole,” Shane groaned but failed to hide his amused expression. He looked back over at her, waiting for the actual answer.

Amelia shook her head and crossed her leg under her, “you were drunk as hell and it was late. So I just slept here.”

“Right, yeah. Sorry about that.”

“Shane, it's cool. We didn't actually do anything,” she teased, earning a glare, “you did tell me I'm pretty though. Apparently when you're drunk, you're all kinds of sweet and affectionate.”

“No, I did not.”

“Oh, that's absolutely the truth. You also decided my new nickname is Oatmeal.”

Thankful for the change, Shane spoke immediately, “okay, what drunk logic is behind that one?”

“Let me see if I can remember correctly…” she makes a point of trying to remember. the exact words came back to her, “you said my name has Meal in it… And Oatmeal is a food… And it's sometimes sweet and sometimes savory.”

There was a long pause before he responded, “that's fucking stupid.”

“Hey, I happen to love it. It's so cheesy.”

“No, that's usually grits.”

She just stared at him for a minute as he sat there, looking both amused and ashamed. She couldn't help but laugh, half tempted to throw something at him for telling such a dad joke.

“Alright, alright. I couldn't resist,” Shane held his hands up in surrender, “you set it up so perfectly. The name is kind of fitting for you I guess. But I'm shortening it to Oats.”

“I actually don't hate it,” Amelia responded after a moment.

“Alright Oats,” he emphasized, “then what happened?”

“That's when you told me I was pretty,” she commented, trying to look normal but she felt her cheeks burn pink.

Shane paused for a long moment, looking over at her, “alright, whatever. It's not like I was saying some crazy shit. Besides, you know you're pretty.”

She felt her cheeks burn more as she found the nerve to talk, “I actually didn't think so, but I know you do now. And thank you,” she paused. Before he responded, she spoke up again, “I helped you inside after that and helped you into bed.”

“Then why do you look like there's more?” he pressed after a second. She sat on the couch now, seemingly deep in thought. She really couldn't decide whether she should bring it up or she should let him do it if he remembers. After a second, she snapped out of it when he spoke, his voice gentle, “Amelia…?”

She took a breath and met his eyes, “you held my hand and you thanked me.”

“I… Held your hand? That's different,” he responded, his voice low, almost as if he was fighting to remember.

Amelia sighed, figuring it isn't worth lying, “Shane you told me being friends isn't enough. Your exact wording was ‘fuck being friends.’”

Shane froze, looking over at her. He seemed to vaguely remember, “shit.”

Amelia laughed, a little anxious, “it's fine. You were drunk. Everyone gets emotional when they're drunk.”

“Did I dream the part where I admitted it's been months now?”

Slowly, she shook her head, worried that if she moved too fast, she'd freak him out.

“Which means you said that I’d have to tell you when I'm sober then…?” Shane furrowed his brow. Amelia could see the wheels turning in his head as she nodded. After a moment he looked back over at her, “okay.”

She sat for a second just staring into his eyes, waiting to see if he was done. As soon as she opened her mouth to speak, he continued.

“See, I can't say ‘fuck being friends’ because it sounds like I wouldn't want to be your friend if you aren't interested in me.”

She sat for a long moment, watching him as he thought. She couldn't seem to fathom it, “Shane, are you saying…?”

“How about this? Friends doesn't cover the way I'm feeling right.”

He makes an unsure face as he gets caught up in his thoughts again. Amelia spoke up suddenly, surprising even herself, “Fuck being friends works fine.”

Shane looks over at her, a little confused before his expression fades to disbelief, “Amelia, are you tellin’ me…?”

“Friends ain't enough,” she started again, mimicking his original words, “you're really fucking cute, we get along really well despite being assholes to each other in the beginning, I love Jas and all of your chickens, especially Charlie,” she stops meeting his eyes, a small smile spreading over her lips, “so fuck being friends.”

There was a long silence before Shane spoke again, sounding almost nervous, “I, uh, have a couple of tickets to the Tunnelers game tonight. You could come with? I'll buy you stadium food and pretend you know what you're talking about.”

Amelia laughed, nodding a bit, “definitely. It's a date.”

They both stood and she grabbed her stuff, walking toward the door with him when they reached the bedroom door, she put a hand on his shoulder, “it's like… 8 in the morning. Go sleep more. I know the way out.”

He gave a nod, seeming thankful. He pulled her in for a hug, taking her by surprise. Still, she hugged him back, her arms secure around his neck. He felt like home for Amelia; almost like this is exactly what she needed. It was both a couple of seconds and an eternity before they let go.

“Thanks, Oats. I'll see you tonight, yeah?”

“Of course. I'll meet you at the bus stop at four.”

They gave a small wave and Amelia left his room, closing the door behind her. She headed toward the door, freezing as she made eye contact with Lewis. They both stood there as Amelia tried not to laugh. Lewis adjusted his hat before clearing his throat.

“I won't say anything if you don't.”

“Sure, sure,” Amelia responded, biting back her laugh until Lewis was out the door.

Today was going to be a very fun day.

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[pbandjesse]

I wish I could say that today was excellent and I felt really good but honestly after last night I just felt exhausted all day and kind of emotionally worn out. And it wasn't a bad day but man was last night terrible.

The last thing that I wrote last night was that Brandon was there and that he had brought wedding videos. And that I was hoping that they would be really good. And objectively they're filmed beautifully. I only watched 2 minutes but I could tell that they were made very nicely. But I hate how I looked in it. Like viscerally I was shocked how horrible I thought I looked and I felt sick watching it. I felt embarrassed and disgusting and ashamed that anybody looked at me. I haven't felt that bad about myself in a very long time. And I could tell how much James was liking watching the trailer for the video. But I could not watch the rest of it. I tried to laugh it off but inside like if only my spirit broke I was so upset. I tried not to let it bother me but I felt horrible.

We laid in bed and I just could not stop thinking about it. I felt like I had had a lot of hard feelings about the wedding and the engagement and everything and I've dealt with a lot of that and I've worked hard to be okay with everything because the wedding itself was beautiful. And worked out well enough. But now I feel like all of my good feelings towards it were a lie. I felt like I had this idea in my head of what I looked like and how I experienced the day and seeing these two minutes just took all of those feelings and I just fell apart.

By midnight James was asleep and I was sitting in the bathroom just sobbing. Just absolutely heaving sobs. So devastated and like I said I felt embarrassed that anybody has looked at me. I didn't feel beautiful I felt like monster.

Actually I calm down and I texted Jess just cuz I had to tell someone. I tried to wake James up but they were very much out. And then I cried a little bit more and then around 1:00 James woke up enough to turn the light off and I was just laying there crying and they didn't notice and that just put me at hysterics and I pushed them really hard and they immediately sat up and were like what's wrong??? And then I cried even harder and I was hysterical trying to explain what was upsetting me and it was terrible. I cried for like an hour, I couldn't breathe, I felt like I was choking. It was horrible and I was so tired and it was after 2:00 a.m. and I had to wake up in the morning and it's just was terrible but eventually I calmed down enough to fall asleep.

I slept an extra hour because while I should be here at Camp by 8:00 I really don't need to be ready to go and tell him like 9:30 so it was okay even if it wasn't ideal. I gave James a hug before they left and I slept that extra hour. And when I woke up for real my eyes were very swollen and my body was just so tired. I didn't feel as horrible thinking about the video anymore. But if I thought about it for a few seconds I would start to tear up again and I just felt so bad about myself.

I got to camp at 9:00 and everything set up and went for a little walk just to try to get some of my sad feelings out. And throughout the day I would feel a little better. I'm still not interested in watching that video again because it just hurt too bad even if James says that my strong feelings aren't the truth. Like they loved watching the trailer and were visibly and energy-wise so clearly happy and I just felt stupid because I made something that they were clearly happy about into a bad thing. And I was trying to let it go. But it feels very hard.

Thankfully both of my morning groups work great and really helps distract me for how upset I was. My first group was top bar and they were really sweet and did a good job on their art. And then I had the new round of YLP counselors and they seem like a really solid group and are very nice. And they did a good job too. And while they were there and Ray told me that he's going to try to go into tattooing and he wanted some tips on shading and learning how light direction works so I gave him some charcoal and some instructions on how to make gradient boxes to practice. And I just tried not to think about how people look at me and my body or anything like that because every time I do I just feel horrible. And that's really hard on something I've been working to not think about. Like I've been trying to be positive and feel good about myself and I just felt like everything was cut right from beneath me. My self-esteem is kind of destroyed right now.

CJ would come right before lunch and be sad outside and I told her a little bit about what happened and she kept saying that I was beautiful in my wedding day and that while she understands my feelings they're not true and maybe the rest of the video would be okay. And I really hope that's true but emotionally I don't know when I'm going to be able to sit down and watch it because those two minutes were so incredibly jarring and upsetting to me. And I'm glad that I had my friend there but I did cry a bit and I can compartmentalize a lot of it but I also feel stupid for feeling this strongly and making it basically my entire day's thoughts. I don't want that to be the focus but man, was it.

The afternoon was fine but I was a little exhausted. After CJ and me talked for a while she went to go get some kids that were doing awards. And CJ, Katerina, and two kids doing tipis would spend the next half hour sorting string for me while I laid in the hammock and watched a video and tried to just be quiet for a bit.

And then my afternoon group was really nice. I had day camp and stockade and the stockade boys did casting and the day campers did the rock paintings and everyone seemed to really enjoy it and it was a really good time. Nothing super exciting happened We were having a lot of fun casting and I really enjoyed talking to the boys and lots of laughs were had and I did not burn myself which is always a plus. And I talked to Jorge about how me and James are thinking about having a kid and buying a house. And they were like that's wild and I said yeah it's so adult. And I just tried to be positive.

I did forget briefly that I was going to have horse girls, well horse campers ( there are four boys this week which is wild to me! ), And so I had one more break until they would come. And they were fine. I told Krissy about my upset feelings and she immediate was like no you are beautiful I don't know what you're talking about stupid stupid stupid. And at least that made me laugh and it made me feel a little bit better.

The worst camper struggled to clean up but they seem to enjoy project. And we found a butterfly that had just come out of its chrysalism was still all wet. And it's one wing wasn't unfurling properly so we found a safe place to put the baby butterfly and then I just kept knitting and trying to be positive.

After they left I had one of the beverage boys up here getting string and eventually I got him to go. I had gotten a little upset when all of a sudden a bunch of people from the field came up and didn't even ask me and just started taking string off the shelf and I was like nope absolutely not get out of here. And I probably could have been nicer but I also thought they were horse girls that were just not cleaning up and instead starting a new project that was all confused. But it's fine though forgive me in the future. I just wish the people would ask me before they start taking stuff. Especially because you were just cleaning it today and somehow it already got messed up so now I'm hiding cleaned bags in my clothing box. I just wanted to stay nice for a little bit longer.

Once the campers were gone I locked the doors and I clean myself up a little bit with cold washcloth and I got changed and it made me feel a lot better, more human. And then I walked down to the dining hall to see if I could help set anything up.

I told Charlotte about the wedding video and how upset it made me and she was like I'm sure in the rest of it there are parts that you'll like and I'm like okay I hope so. And then I told Celia and she said that she bets if she watched it as soon as I come up on the screen she would have been like nope you're beautiful and shut that shit down. Wish made me laugh and she also told me that she liked that I was wearing my hair in a ponytail and she thought that it looked cute. I think she was trying to be extra nice to me because I was upset and hurting still.

And honestly I think some of my heart is just tied to disappointment. Like a lot of it's tied to me being self-conscious and feeling like all the angles that this video was shot in were unflattering for me. And that again, only Jess really knows my angles well. But also it's kind of tied up and being disappointed that it's just another thing around the wedding that wasn't exactly what I wanted. While it's beautiful it's not the style I had imagined and I just feel kind of sad. I'm hoping this weekend that I can sit down and watch the rest of it and be in a place emotionally where I'm not going to just pick out every single one of my flaws and I can see it what it is and not have an absolute emotional breakdown but I don't know if I'm going to be able to do that. We'll see I guess.

After I helped count cups I made a salad. The salad bar was absolutely stocked tonight and that was awesome. There was even hard boiled eggs and croutons. I was thrilled. And then I would get mac and cheese which was only weird because they used ziti but they're still pretty good. And I had a nice conversation with Celia and we also talked about the end of the day snack issue with day camp coming to specialty with food with Annabelle and Cody. They all agree that it is not a good situation. But hopefully when the Gator gets fixed they'll be able to deliver snacks at a tents and not early. Because that was not fun today dealing with gogurts and Starbursts all over my building. Apparently the kids were told to not eat them until when they got back to their tent but they were already eating it when they got to the building so it's kind of hard to be like put that over the way that is half open. So it's fine but hopefully tomorrow I won't have to deal with that.

After dinner I walked to the office to steal their air conditioning. I said hello to Chris and lamented with him that there were no more mushrooms today. And we talked about how it was supposed to rain but it missed us and how it might rain again this weekend. And then I talked to Alexi for a minute before she headed home. And then I chilled inside.

I went up to the attic to see if there was any yarn but no luck. I did find nature and arts and crafts badges and I've decided that since me and Celia are working in those departments we can get badges even though we didn't do the coup. Celia did come over and I scare her real bad by accident cuz she didn't know I was coming down the stairs and then I would chill in the office and read my book until we got to the part where you realize that the Titanic was sinking. That's when I decided I was done with the AC and I would go back to arts and crafts.

On my walkover I got stopped twice where people gave me hugs. Which was very nice. I love getting hugs. I feel like the kids are not as huggy this year! It's fine I understand but usually kids are hugging me all the time. And then after chatting with Chloe for a little while about how I hit myself in the wrist with a book and fixed it. She thought that was very funny.

Then I just spent some time laying in my outside hammock reading and finishing my book. PJ came over to sit for a while cuz he just needed somewhere to be quiet. Apparently he's had quite a week with his campers. And after he left I finished my book which left me crying of course. Always does. And then I was just really ready to get into my painting.

I have not really worked on my summer painting much in the last few weeks. Just haven't been enjoying the paint that we have and I just have a lot of issues with perspective and sizing in what I already laid down so I really thought that tonight would be a good place for me to really layer a bunch of color in so then I can go back in with a markers and fill in more space.

I would spend about an hour working on my painting and it's definitely better than it was but it's got a lot of problems. Especially the wood that's in the front of the building is all wrong. The scale is all off there but I think it'll be fine in the end. I have a couple more weeks to work on it. I think tomorrow I'll probably go back in with more markers and see about that but I still have some places I want to layer more of color like with the red and the dirt areas out front of the building because it's like gravel and gravel is really hard to get the color right so I'm kind of just making it up as I go. I also have like no white paint left so that is an issue and that I'm going to have to try to resolve. At least I had a good time.

Now I am laying in bed, my hammock that is. My stomach hurts really bad and I'm very sleepy. I don't feel as emotionally fragile right now. I am emotionally tired. Me and James are talking about the video right now and James doesn't think that the larger one will upset me as much when we sit down and watch it and they kind of scrolled through it and they think that there are a lot of places where we can get screenshots to do prints when we do our wedding book. Wish I'm hoping to do soon. I just want to have good memories around it and not have this just taint and pull apart all of my positive feelings.

I hope tomorrow is easier. I hope it feels lighter and kinder and softer. I hope my stomach doesn't hurt and I hope that it's a beautiful day. It's supposed to be very hot the next couple days so fingers crossed that it stays fairly cool up here as it has been. I hope you guys sleep well tonight. I love you all. Be kind to yourself, kinder than I am to myself.

[reynie-muldoons]

'A Bit of Light Chop' Liveblog!!!

HI BABES

Finally, FINALLY, I can watch episode 2. I'm so damn excited. I had a sammie, a snack, and some tea, so let's get at it.

Spoilers under the cut :))

0:30 god I love the recaps

0:39 first of all the shortcut is beautiful. Second of all this music opened so intense

0:58 "what percentage of tonage" LMAO GIRL HUH

1:05 "boat jail. Let's avoid." Solid plan bbg 😂

1:16 KATE'S FACE AGDJDJJDJD she sees pirates in a whole new light now

1:41 CAPTAIN NOLANDDDDD

1:48 okay teddy roosevelt

2:08 "elegance doesnt float either" damn all of their comedic timing and on-screen chemistry has gotten super fucking smooth

2:14 the EYEBROWS

2:35 omfg he's still going. Icon behavior

2:39 "I've always wanted to live through a mutiny." Well if you count overthrowing a whole ass school, you have lived through a mutiny 😂

2:48 CANNONBAAAAAALLLL

3:13 the first thing she thinks of for a cover story is child ghosts. how very Constance of her

3:23 ooooh water polo strikes again

4:08 nooooo they're on the ship toooo

4:22 d'awwww they're beyond formality

4:25 "I strongly request formality" this dude. THIS DUDE

4:31 damn, he counted everyone??? What's it like to be able to rely on your brain, can't relate

4:40 something about "cardinal maritime sin" really hit my funny bone

4:49 daaaamn they have a lot of trust in each other

5:07 "I need to see them walking the plank!" "Captain, that is no longer legal." LMAO THIS EXCHANGE

5:25 the opening my beloved

5:38 LMAO DOG MAN IS IN MILLIGAN'S SCREENCARD

6:31 my guy maybe you should sit down, you're not looking too good

6:38 I'm glad he sat down but damn does he look defeated 🥺

6:57 that analogy was stupid and embarrassing and he should feel stupid and embarrassed

7:05 "you're delusional and your demonstration is meaningless" THATS WHAT I SAID

7:10 "I rather liked it" I hate that that made me laugh

7:15 "well what does the blueberry represent 🧐" number two my love my baby girl, you're fucking hilarious

7:19 that was the sweetest thing ever wtf 🥺🥺 the way she immediately goes over to him and tries to help him ground himself

7:30 damn right she's no mere associate

7:46 "a word like that just fuels the cycle of anger" okay than what the fuck else is it, you plucked them out of the street and drove them to the middle of nowhere

7:58 "think of it as an opportunity" if I can think about it as an opportunity for number two to sock you in the face then I'll deal with it

8:03 "I dont want. your. tea." the PURE VENOM in her voice

8:09 THERE THEY AREEEEE

8:13 I'm kind of surprised they even have rooms, part of me thought they would just be left at the table

8:30 "I want you to get out of here" BRB CRYING SHE'S ALREADY TRYING TO PROTECT HIM

8:45 ohoooooh is it time for Constance's powers??

9:01 valid 😂

9:27 oh noooo poor Reynie

9:32 "you can choose when to connect" okay so why did you not choose to connect with Reynie all summer. Unresolved tension

9:34 GORGEOUS SHOT.

9:47 oh shit Constance backstory???

9:51 ......really? Polar bears and clowns?

10:05 for a second I thought she was throwing shade at Milligan but then I realized last year was the Institute LOL

10:31 "where are your parents?" Loaded question, guy

11:00 they both look so good stop

11:16 ooooh are they taking a fancy train??

11:25 "it's not you. Its him." LMAOOO

11:28 LLAMAAAAA. I'm overjoyed.

11:32 IMMEDIATELY RUINED BY THE CULTINESS DAMMIT

11:49 "every exit is an entrance if you think about it" whoooa they're drinking the koolaid

11:53 LMAO they just had a whole damn moment

12:05 this child looks so forlorn wtf

12:20 "they're giving color to their emotions" honey I dont know how to tell you this but every canvas is entirely yellow

12:26 ARE THEY SIBLINGS OR DATING I NEED ANSWERS

12:46 have I mentioned I love Number Two

13:05 uncanny valley vibes looking at his face

13:46 "or wait for an opportunity to present itself." "Are you talking about the bathroom?" NUMBER TWO CONTINUES TO BE THE BEST 😂😂😂

14:06 "I've seen enough" WOW. If even *he's* seen enough, you know it's bad. He's a stubborn as they come

14:20. Again, absolutely gorgeous shot

14:43 agent of chaos strikes again

15:01 "I'll look in the fruit basket" she said, intending to eat the fruit

15:04 CALLED IT LOL

15:10 Kate popping up from behind 😂😂 also how the hell did she notice that?

15:43 I know I said this last episode but I still love the shoes

15:58 awkwaaaard

16:18 uhuh, I bet you're real tired. Bet you'll need the bed for that

16:50 HAH THE SUGAR WAS ACTUALLY IMPORTANT

17:13 this poor man has seen some shit

17:55 whatever "situation alpha" means

18:12 yes please continue having this conversation at full volume in public

18:43 what on earth

19:14 i think my eyes just rolled into the back of my skull 😂

19:28 awwwww he's jelly and Constance knoooows

19:38 "you... process" even SHE knows Reynie's upset

20:07 I dont know what's happening but I like it a lot 😂

20:41 number two, poster child for beetroot powder (allegedly)

21:11 jumpscare

21:43 something something back of neck

22:23 oh NOOOOO he sees them without their "parents"

22:42 CONSTANCE HAHAHA

23:17 the bastards did it

23:20 why dont you just.. leave their suite 😂

24:36 babe maybe you shouldn't glue them to the ceiling??? Just use tape?????

24:48 OH THEYRE IN A BLIMP

24:55 is Miss Perumal giving him parenting advice?? 🥺 ohhh my heart

25:11 Milligan you're such a sweetheart omfg

25:16 Rhonda is passed tf out 😂 good for her, she must be exhausted from all the stress

25:21 LOL THE SEATBELT

25:49 damn, they've been walking a while, it's already dark. How big is this place??

25:58 I love her so much hahahaha

26:10 Number Two is canonically fueled by rage and hanger. Relatable.

26:15 SHIT I knew this was coming but still startling

26:23 is this bitch really signing copies

26:25 damnit he is

26:29 SQ!!! BABY BOY

26:29 the hell is a walkabout????

26:37 IRATE MAN IS IRATE

26:54 "we're protecting the vibe." I HATE THAT HE MADE ME LAUGH

27:08 "Nicholas, I've moved on." No you haven't, that much is obvious. And fuck you

27:24 Curtain, the vibes are rancid. Maybe you need to walk into the fence

27:35 Ohhh shit is he trying the thing on him oh shit oh shit

27:44 wtf is happening

27:57 daaamn what??

28:22 "who's actually going to benefit from all that except you??" EXACTLY. EXAAAACTLY

28:31 everyone seems to think he's jealous. Like, everyone. I really dont think he is, I think he just wants to reach his brother, really and truly, and have an actual heart to heart with him

29:08 it's the jumpscare man again

29:15 and there's the creepy again. This is really fucking weird

29:21 noooo I dont like this

29:24 they're so cute

29:51 what the fuck 😂😂😂

30:04 as if those kids dont have enough to worry about, now they have a ship crew on their tail

30:06 is he a caricaturist??? That's pretty good 😂

30:13 they really dialed up the creepy this season. Is that the polo team?

30:24 ayyy that's the reason Apollo is on Reynie's screencard in the op!!!

30:38 ayyyyy it *is* the water polo team

31:03 Reynie baby 🥺🥺🥺

31:08 "no one's gonna make fun of you." *Everyone stares pointedly at Constance.*

31:23 I really hope that they just busted down the door for the newlyweds LMAO

and that was that!! So far I'm very impressed with this season. I can't wait for the angst, and I cannot wait for the community involvement. This season will bring a juicy amount of fanfiction.

What did you guys think of this episode??

Edit from future Charity: DAMN IT I just realized there was no "roll credits" moment in this one either :(( sadge

#mbs liveblog #mbs disney+ s2 #a bit of light chop #the mysterious benedict society #charity's talkies

[dramaphan]

Big bitch baby dan comeback video live reaction by me who hates him take one ACTION

I’m putting this under a cut it got too long rip

•immediately what’s he wearing. Long socks short pants ass bitch go change

•”a ton of conspiracy videos” where

•content warnings you say 👀

•went to find the cw and holy hell this man had a whole ass production crew and for what you could have saved so much money if this was an insta story

•content warnings for mental health, body image, stress, gay trauma, and whining and swearing 💀

•don’t worry asswipe my cheeks stay clenched when you speak to me

•so far this is sounding like my Dan video wet dream but I know he’s going to ruin it I’m waiting patiently for him to fuck it up somehow

•”those crusty olds” you mean YOU SIR???

•Dan we all know what YouTube is and how it started why do we need this history lesson MOVE ON

•yeah what if you did that. Made a funny little video.

•is he really going to sit here and act like he was never in it for the money are you gonna sit there and lie to me for an hour and a half

•why’s he putting his whole pussy into this performance bro just tell me where to buy the tour tickets. I won’t but can we get to the point

•alright we’re getting a little more self awareness now I can appreciate that

•”can people not be mean to me” no next question

•”I hate capitalism but-“ shhhhhh

•clickbait keeps you awake but that tweet could stay up for an hour huh

•”it was fun, funny” yeah can we get to the part where you make fun and funny again

•this man did NOT just 🤪✌️ I need a minute to calm down

•#killalllandlords get to the POINT

•not to be insensitive to the struggle or whatever because I also spend every waking moment working and stressing about it but me and you both could just get different jobs probably

•you can’t force creativity, good thing the absolute most popular thing at your peak was people sitting on their beds talking about their day. Hella creative

•it was luck, next

•how am I only 12 minutes in this has gone on for five hours

•at what point were you doing what we wanted

•oh wow it’s been like 3 minutes and he’s been making points the whole time just thought I’d pop a nice thought into this

•very quickly realizing that me and Dan would hate each other irl

•probably shouldn’t be laughing at the phrase “closeted death defier” like morally I probably shouldn’t be laughing at that

•Dan you leave girlwiththedogs alone don’t drag her into this

•man all we wanted was a candle haul nobody gives a shit if you have kids or dont

•mf just told me to sit and stay like a dog and yes I’m obeying but STILL

•so what I’m getting from all this is that the man had a job he hated and just kept working there instead of getting a job he didn’t hate. Relatable.

•if YouTube is for titty then why don’t you have your titty out come on man focus

•okay I did get an ad right after “enjoy the ad” and BOY that’s kinda funny

•it was a sensodyne ad btw, Dan knows I got gingivitis

•oh followed by a Pringles ad. The Pringles are probably what gave me the gingivitis

•smells like jealousy? Idk man

•he even managed to make “you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink” into a 30 second monologue no fucking wonder this video is so long

•very fond of fucks per minute as a measurement system on this we agree

•”youtube isn’t homophobic” my brother in Christ you just spent a solid couple minutes describing exactly why they are in fact that

•”people at youtube care about the creators” who’s eating your ass for this

•just like, imagine if this guy had tossed a job application into a McDonald’s in 2012. The way he’s talking it sounds like he’d be making similar money

•”watching the graphs and switching out thumbnails” get his ass

•I feel like you could also tweet “what did you guys think of the video” and the audience would just, like, tell you

•his pussy is out again

•this man has some serious beef with the elderly his grandma really said some shit huh

•yes Dan but you see if you don’t like doing twelve jobs you could still also get a job that is just one job. That’s is also still an option.

•”I’m not an influencer, I’m a creator” name five things you’ve created in the last 3 years

•we’re doing the tv show seasons analogy again send help

•see you think if you miss an upload your audience hates you but if you miss an upload your audience really just wants you to answer the question “hey, where’s that upload?” Y’know. Communication of any kind

•Phil apartment fixture still going strong I see

•I would like to see the drama fiasco over sharing timeline just for a minute

•50 minutes in supposedly this is where it’s supposed to get interesting but so far I’m just not having any sympathy

•funny how the concept of hiring an editor and or a lights guy made him think his career would be over so he. Ended his career about it

•”I couldn’t imagine making anything else on YouTube ever again” so why didn’t you say that

•I think the moral of this story for me is going to be that I do understand and respect the emotional turmoil of being rich and famous but literally you could have just said all of this at the time and everyone would have been nicer to you about it

•Dan pays for YouTube premium that’s it I’m done here

•57 minutes and all he’s really done is shit talk and praise YouTube in the same breath who is eating his ASS FOR THIS

•the only reason I haven’t come for you in the night is because I respect your privacy you bitch

•scripted comedy mini series by Dan stop that’s even worse than standup

•I feel like I would hate this show with every fiber of my being but I need to know who he would cast as his girlfriend

•so you stayed too loyal to the mega corporation who sucked your soul out your butthole and it stunted your growth as a creator? Weird

•okay yeah again let’s go ahead and talk about the pandemic like it’s done and over and not still currently killing people yes I will continue to be annoyed by this

•”not a single reply, explanation, or out of office be right back email” wow that must have been really annoying none of us could ever relate

•”swallowing is a gesture of respect” swallow my foot

•an hour and five minutes just to answer the question “why did I quit YouTube” with “because they suck”

•kind of poetic that while Dan was having this communication battle with YouTube we were feeling the same damn way about his ass

•I guess we were wrong about YouTube being up dans ass. He was up theirs and they were just desperately trying to shit him out

•I’ll hand it to him, he’s got more patience than me. 7 months??? Answer my email in no less than one week or find another good little boy, fuck you

•he’s seriously so loyal and for what. They ghost you for 7 months and you’re still scooping up the scraps they throw at you? I quite literally would have made “go fuck yourself” my email sign off

•fuck the myth dude

•then why did you!!! Fuck them!!!!

•god this is really a full entire movie about a man who hates his boss but won’t leave the company

•Dan buddy there’s absolutely no way in hell that this show is worth letting YouTube fist you up to their elbow whenever they want

•if this video doesn’t end with him deleting his channel and burning YouTube to the ground then why are we wasting our time here

•Dan why don’t you think they dangled shit over your desperate head that’s exactly what they did hello are you blind

•I know y’all spoiled the tour so I know that announcement is coming and I swear to god if he partnered with YouTube for it there’s like no hope for him

•how would I respond? I WOULD LEEEEAAAVVVEEEEE but here you are on my screen so????

•buddy they don’t feel remorse burn their house down

•”should I just quit YouTube for good?” Yes?? Obviously???

•he’s fucking stupid

•like hello you just went on a monologue about how depressed you were because YouTube keeps pegging your ass without lube and you’re just gonna. Keep letting them. Are you good

•like at what point has therapy gone too far and made you too kind of a person. Man needs reverse therapy now

•man’s promising a lot rn I don’t trust it

Okay FUCK it’s done I made it some final thots:

I’m not resubscribing. Turns out 8 minute wish videos and fake storytimes are more suited to my lifestyle than feature films about some guy. I do really appreciate having a bit more insight into why the hell he dropped off the face of the earth and only showed his face for a quick bag but I do think he’s an idiot for not abandoning the whole platform after they screwed him over that severely like actually burn their house down why are you still choosing to let them make money off you

[michellefuller]

here’s a list of things that went wrong this weekend so i can’t gaslight myself in the future into think that “it wasn’t that bad” or that i’m “being overdramatic” when i call it the worst couple of days of my adult life thus far:

before

• i had either really bad allergies or a small cold the week leading up to the flight (but after mcr) so i’m severely congested which doesn’t make the flight fun

•i almost passed out from the stress of anticipation… but like ooooh honey, you’ve got a storm coming

friday

•we left like 45 minutes late bc of the winds in vegas and bc of air traffic

•we couldn’t find the airbnb for a solid 15 minutes

saturday, day of wwwy

•my sister loses her drivers license the first time, so we spend 20 minutes looking for it and stressing about lyft possibly showing up before we find it (she found it and her debit card in her makeup bag)

•lyft shows up to take us to the hotel we were staying in the following night, she loses her if a second time on the walk from the door of the airbnb to the car. it fell out of her pocket. so we book a lyft back to try to find it again but we think someone probably picked it up. this is the start of some major problems

•on the drive back to the hotel, we see the fest has been canceled for day one

•my sister gets in contact with groupon, starting at 11am to try and modify the reservation and put my name on it so we can use my identification to check us in. they tell her to expect an email “SOON” with confirmation that it’s changed. it isn’t until 3:30pm that someone tells us it could take up to a week for the email to arrive

•we see if we could fly home that night. flights are at 6 and 7pm, but we don’t feel comfortable enough to book those bc of the loss of driver’s license problem. we were told you’re supposed to arrive 3 hours before the flight for tsa shit. so let me reiterate in different terms: had any of the SEVERAL groupon representatives told us even 30 minutes earlier about how long the email could take we could’ve flown home THAT NIGHT. so we scramble to book a different hotel for the night

sunday

•we get to the airport at 8am, our flight is at 12:16pm

•tsa takes her (and she takes my wallet??) i wander aimlessly around for 45 minutes, unable to buy some stupid entertainment or food

•they release her. it’s almost 9am, we kill time until noon.

•flight is delayed an hour and they move us from gate a to gate b, all the way across the airport.

•we kill more time, no one know where the flight crew is

• we finally board about 1:30 (two hours after original boarding time)

•we sit for 30 minutes before they tell us a nonessential part of the plane is broken after de-icing twice, but they’ll check if everything else is legal and safe for flight

• another 15 minutes, the deplane us, and move us back to the gate a side (?????)

•another 15 minutes: “hey folks, flight is CANCELED and our next available flight is friday” entire gate laughs at the audacity. the give us $200 vouchers + flight refund, supposedly FOR THAT NIGHT, but it doesn’t actually come through until today. two days later. and they refuse to help us get on another flight

•bc of the driver’s license situation, we scramble to to look for other flights because we can’t definitively leave the airport until we know we’re not taking a flight bc they told her they won’t let her back through tsa

•we also can’t rent a car bc i can’t drive. but i have a lightbulb moment and suggest amtrak. the idea takes, so we scramble for a second last minute hotel room

monday

•nothing went terribly wrong other than our bus started running an hour behind after we got into california, which turned a 10 hour trip into almost 12 (not accounting for the 2 hour trip home i still had to take after we arrived in my sister’s city)

-i’m writing this all down bc my body has only just now started to decompress and process 4 days of constant stress, so i started to cry a little bit and i needed to remind myself it’s okay bc i did go through a lot bc i kept vaguely tweeting about it on twitter and it sure people thought i was being over dramatic bc the silly little festival fucked us over

#michelleposts

[zodiakuroo]

copycat

18+, eren jaeger x fem!reader

part two of pierced

inspired by the 'big stick' scene from jawbreaker (iykyk)

wc: 3.7k

contains: mild dubcon, light dom/sub, ball play, choking, dumbification, degradation, spit, creampie

Eren can’t help but admire you from the doorway of your shared bedroom. One would think, that after 30 days of edging, you would learn not to be such a fucking tease. But here you are flitting around the kitchen in nothing but one of his t-shirts and a frilly pair of lilac panties.

‘Stop being a perv. It’s hot out.’ You don’t have to say it. The ‘you’ in his head is already chastising him for the lascivious nature of his thoughts.

The ‘you’ in his head is also already bent over the granite top counter, panties long discarded, presenting yourself to him, begging ‘Please Eren. Fuck me.’

He can’t help it. Everyday he’s found himself face to face with your cute little pussy, absolutely begging to get filled and not being able to do anything about it. It’s not his fault that when he sees you wearing next to nothing, he just wants to stick his cock in you.

Except it’s entirely his fault.

That’s why even though you can feel the weight of his stare as you move around the kitchen, you don’t even spare a glance in his direction.

If there’s one thing these last few weeks have taught you, its willpower. And thanks to your newfound self-discipline you’re able to resist the urge to pounce on him when your boyfriend pulls your back against the solid wall of his chest. “Baby.” He rasps. “I’m all healed up.”

The statement makes goosebumps appear on your skin despite the sweltering heat but other than that, you show no signs of exactly how pent up you are.

Eren made you swear not to touch yourself whining about how unfair it would be and how he would really appreciate your support in his hour of need. Yes he used those exact words. You kept your promise but not without intending to receive payback. It was only a matter of how. The idea hadn’t come to you yet.

“Really?” You don’t even bother to turn around, pushing past him. Partly as a way to tease him but also because you don’t trust yourself to be able to resist him once you get a good look at him. From his scent alone you can tell he’s fresh from a shower and that’s when he’s the most dangerous. He smells cool and fresh like his shower gel, spicy and warm like his aftershave and fruity and floral like his your shampoo. It’s hypnotic.

The trance is broken when he pulls you even closer to him, grinding his bulge into your backside.

“Stop buying that 2-in-1 shit if you’re gonna use mine all the time anyways.” You grumble.

Right.

Revenge first. Dick second. The voice in your head reminds you.

You wriggle out of his hold, remembering why you came into the kitchen in the first place. You breathe a sigh of relief as you open the freezer door, the cold air providing a brief reprieve from the near suffocating heat of your apartment. Once you’ve obtained your target; a cherry popsicle hidden behind some ice packs and frozen peas, you finally take a look at your tormentor.

“Babe c’mon.” Eren persists.

He looks good. Unfairly good considering the fact that he’s not even trying. Fresh from the shower, he has on a worn out white t-shirt, stretched around the neckline which gives you a mouthwatering look at his perfectly sculpted collarbones and no more than the top of his pecs that peak out above the seam. His grey athletic shorts hang low on his hips and outline his print a little too well so you know he’s not wearing boxers. Eren hasn’t bothered to tie up his long hair leaving the damp tendrils dangling above his shoulders with a few stray strands framing his handsome face. He’s putting up a nonchalant front but the tick in his eyebrow gives his irritated disposition away.

Surely he didn’t believe that you would let him have his way with you that easily.

Except he did. Because under most circumstances he would. But today, your own stubbornness (only marginally) drowns out your desire for your Adonis of a boyfriend so you push past him into the lounge, plopping down on the couch with a dramatic sigh.

“Later.” You bring the frozen treat to your lips. “It’s so hot.” Again, Eren tries to keep his face expressionless but you easily spot the way he clenches his jaw as his gaze fixes itself onto your mouth.

Bingo

You close your eyes, enjoying the sweet cherry taste and cool sensation that spreads throughout your body.

“On second thought,” You start, as a mischievous grin spreads across your face. “There is something else I’d rather have in my mouth.”

“Yeah?” Eren dons a matching smirk and stalks his way over to you, sitting down so that you can straddle him. “Tempting but honestly, your mouth isn’t what I had in mind.” His voice trails off, large hands moving down to cup your ass, giving the soft flesh a squeeze for good measure. But before he can take it any further you’re already manoeuvring your way between his knees.

“Oh. You don’t want me to suck your cock?” You pout, resting your head against his thigh, trying your best to sound disappointed.

Eren swallows whatever argument he was about to present when he sees your pretty eyes, shaded by fluttering lashes looking up at him with the tip of the crimson popsicle pressed against your sinful mouth. The same sinful mouth he’s been dreaming about for a month.

Fuck.

“Yeah, okay.” He grumbles while you watch him pull his already half hard cock out of his bottoms. It’s so pretty and long, perfectly thick in all the right places, decorated at the tip with a vertical running titanium barbell.

He’s got a hand around his base, waiting for you to replace the sweet treat in your mouth with his aching cock but much to his dismay your attention is drawn a little lower.

The sight of his plush balls all swollen and full of cum proves to be too much for you to resist. He shudders when your cold lips press against the taut skin. You know he’s sensitive from being so backed up. That’s why he starts panting as you leave wet kisses on his sac, leaving your saliva all over it while his shaft grows harder above you.

“Hold this for me.” You pass him your popsicle, that is slowly starting to melt which he takes in his free hand.

“Okay can you just- fuck.” One more kiss, right on the shiny metal of his newly healed piercing, shuts him up quickly.

Your own hands find their place on his thighs. You dip your head down again and take one of his balls in his mouth massaging it with your tongue.

“Christ.” He groans, slowly jerking himself off while you worship his balls.

“Oh poor baby…. so full.” You murmur letting go of the left to suck on the right one, savouring the weight of them.

“Yeah.” His voice is about a whole octave higher than usual. “Hurts.” He scrunches up his face when you let go of his ball with a pop.

“I bet.” You giggle. Eren is now at full mast, veiny shaft resting against his abdomen, dribbling precum which coats the shiny piercing that crowns his angry-red tip. His wrist flicks ever so elegantly as his hand moves languidly up and down, up and down, up and-”

“Princess.” Your boyfriend whines, yanking you out of your daze. “Enough with the teasing. You wanted to suck me off. Do it already.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, not losing sight of your revenge plot.

“Baby,” You pout. “I really want to but-” It’s so hard to bite back your laugh. “But I don’t remember how.”

“Wait what?” His hand stops right in his tracks, brows furrowed in confusion.

“It’s been so long. Can you show me?”

Eren’s expression goes from perplexed to vicious but you don’t budge, blinking up at him with wide innocent eyes.

“How?” He huffs impatiently. It’s funny actually, seeing him struggle to tolerate a fraction of his own bitter medicine.

Your eyes shift to the frozen treat still in his hand that’s starting to drip down his knuckles. “I’m a visual learner.”

He moves like he’s about to stand up but you won’t make it that easy for him. “Please, Rennie? Please teach me how to suck your cock?”

As much as Eren has you wrapped around his finger, he’s just as whipped for you. So when you look at him with those sparkly eyes and call him the pet name he swears he hates but brings him to his knees when you use it, you know you have him.

Hook, line and sinker.

You use your thumb and middle finger to make a circle around his base, positioning yourself eye level with his leaking slit.

His tongue peaks out cautiously, eyes trained on yours as he flicks it across the tip, testing the waters. Immediately you follow suit, tasting his precum for the first time in so long. His hips buck off the couch, chasing the gone-too-soon sensation but you dig your nails into his thigh, reminding him who’s in control right now.

You quirk your brow at him, making sure he understands what you want.

How many times have you found yourself in this exact position: sitting between your boyfriend’s thighs while he looks down at you, both of you equally as lust drunk as the other. But this time he’s the one panting and whimpering while you have your turn to torture him.

Eren doesn’t like it. Not one bit. He wants to smack that smug little grin right off your face but instead he pulls at your hair, tugging right at the roots and making you yelp in pain. Now you’re scowling. But it’s hard to look at all intimidating sitting beneath him with your head tilted at such an awkward angle. He doesn’t miss the way your thighs clench together either.

Never breaking eye contact, he uses the flat of his tongue to lick a broad stripe up the length of the popsicle. You squirm in place, remembering how it feels to have him lick across your cunt exactly like that.

Fine. He’d play along with your little game. But on his own terms.

You lean forward to copy him but the hand holding your head keeps you in place. Without looking away, Eren launches a glob of spit onto the already drippy ice-cream before licking it away. It’s that simple for him to put a crack in your domineering façade and have you whimpering right at his feet as per usual.

The corners of his lips twitch as a silent challenge to you.

Never one to back down, you use your tongue to trace the vein that runs along the underside of his cock, feeling it pulsate. As you get closer to his prince Albert, you can’t hold back from swirling the wet muscle around the cold metal.

A soft whimper escapes his lips as you pull away, keeping your mouth agape, looking up at him expectantly.

It’s silent for a moment before Eren realises what you’re wordlessly pleading for. “Fucking slut.” He mutters, almost amazed before he gathers more of his saliva to drop into your mouth with a loud khwa pto echoing throughout the quiet apartment.

You close your mouth with a satisfied smile, savouring the taste of sweet, tart cherry and a flavour that is uniquely Eren, letting it mingle with your own saliva before spitting it on to his cock. You use your tongue to spread the wetness all along the shaft, leaving it covered in slick sheen.

“So fuckin’ nasty.” He groans, moving his hand from your head to push his own hair out of his face, not wanting anything to obstruct his view of you right now.

You feel the way his thigh twitches under your palm every time you come even close to his puffy cockhead and your tongue brushes across the sensitive piercing. The idea that you have him like this, desperate and whining, after weeks of him toying with you is exhilarating to say the least.

You have to rein yourself in before you end the fun too soon.

Reluctantly, you pull away and patiently await your next command.

You know what he wants next and so does he but Eren can’t help but feel self-conscious.

Of course, he loves the way you look when you’re going down him. His gallery is filled with pictures of you with your eyes filled to the brim with tears and your lips stretched impossibly wide around his girth. When you’re not around he gets off to the videos him fucking your face, relishing in the way you gag while you try to accommodate him in your throat. He doesn’t think he could ever measure up to how sexy you look with your pupils blown, lips all swollen and your spit dripping down your chin.

But just like you, he’s never been one to back down from a challenge.

Ever so slowly, he opens his mouth and latches on to the blunt top of the popsicle. His plump lips form a perfect O-shaped pout, stained beautiful crimson from the fruit juice. Your gaze is transfixed on his face, the sharp lines and edges tinted with an uncharacteristic blush as his cheeks hollow out, to suck it in deeper.

“So pretty baby.” You breathe out.

He shudders as the cool air fans out across his wet skin.

“Yeah? ‘m pretty?” He smirks, using his free hand to drag his cock across your face, smearing his precum on your lips. “Show me how you treat pretty boys. Please?”

And how could you deny him?

Centimeter by centimeter, you pull him in. Only the first few inches, get to enjoy the warm, slippery cavern of your mouth while the rest of him has to make do with the soft skin of your hand gliding up, down and around.

“Fucking take it inside. Christ.” He groans, frustration evident as he glares down at you.

You simply shake your head a ‘no’, far too content with the taste and the weight of him in your mouth to stop suckling at his cock. If he wants more, he knows what he has to do.

The frozen treat is back between his lips and far too quickly, with not enough thought he pushes it inside as far as it can go until his gag reflex forces him to abort his mission, sputtering out red-coloured saliva.

You pull off of him as you erupt into a fit of giggles.

Eren takes advantage of the fact that you’re unguarded and in a matter of seconds he has you pinned to the floor. The poor popsicle is left in a sad, melting puddle on your couch while his long, sticky fingers circle around both of your wrists, the other hand keeping a harsh grip on your jaw.

Yeah. Not laughing now, are you?

“Was that funny to you princess?” He questions you, almost daring you to hit back.

Knowing when to quit was never one of your strong points.

“Not funny.” You say despite your giddy smile. “My pretty boy just needs more practice.” You snicker.

You’re pushing his buttons on purpose now. At best, you expect some degrading words fitting of your bratty attitude. At worst, you expect the sting of his palm to come down against the side of your face, reminding you of your place.

What you don’t expect is a wry chuckle before he says, “I forgot how bitchy you get when you don’t get stuffed full of cock enough.”

Eren frees your hands in favour of placing both of his on your knees. He spreads apart your legs as wide as they can go, dragging his coarse palms up and up to rest at the apex of your thighs. He flicks up the hem of your shirt to reveal to him the crotch of your panties that's soaked through with your arousal. He pulls them to the side to expose your cunt to him. Eren barely stops himself from tearing the flimsy fabric right off your body and only because he thinks they're pretty and wants to see you wear them again.

He can smell you. But he suppresses the desire to bury his face between your pillowy thighs for as long as you’ll let him. He knows that’s not what either of you really want.

“This needy pussy been missing me?” He coos, keeping his voice sugary sweet and dripping with condescension. He grinds his pierced tip all along your cunt, dipping under your hood to press right against your clit.

You feel it before you realise what’s happening; the burn of his fat head of his cock prodding at your tiny hole, forcing it to stretch around him.

“Jesus fuck- ‘s tight.” He grits out, managing to pop just the tip in.

Tears gather at your waterline as he impales you further and further on his cock, reintroducing your insides to him and his newest body mod. The bulb of the piercing drags deliciously over every bump and ridge that lines your walls. It just keeps going and going until it’s all too much.

Instinctively, your hand flies to Eren’s abdomen, fingers splaying across his tummy. You want to ask him to stop or wait or at the very least prep you. But you’re just so full.

He’s not even all the way in and you’re full of him everywhere. Did it feel like this before?

He doesn't give you a chance to remember.

“Move. Your fucking. Hand.” He grunts before moving it for you and sheathing his cock fully in your spasming cunt.

“Fuck Eren. ‘s big.” Your voice breaks as you utter that last word right one Eren fills you to the hilt. Your arms fly to his biceps, squeezing the muscle so tight that you’re certain it hurts him but he doesn’t complain.

No one would believe that mere minutes ago Eren was the one under your thumb. Not when he’s so quickly managed to turn you into a blubbering mess.

“Where’s that smart mouth now?” He mocks you as if he’s doing any better. In reality he’s keeping himself still, with his pressed against yours trying to regain a semblance of control, not wanting this to end so soon.

Slowly, he starts to rock his hips against you and little by little you open up around him, offering less and less resistance. Hand on the bible, he swears he can feel your gooey pussy sucking him in every time he pulls back, almost like it’s begging him to never leave again. Hand on the bible, he swears that he won’t.

“Huh?” He taunts. “Where’s the bitch who thought she could fuck with me?” He emphasises his point with one sharp snap of his hips that hits the bull’s eye.

“Eren! Right there!” You cry out as you back arches up into him but he forces you to stay down by pressing his palm firmly against your sternum.

“Right there?” He mimics your voice, with a high pitched, nasal tone. You can’t even cringe at how it sounds because the feeling of the rounded metal hitting that squishy patch deep inside you with pinpoint accuracy is too overwhelming for you to think about anything else.

“You want me to fuck you here?” His thrusts start to pick up pace. You’re finally getting used to him again and the slick juices from your pussy let’s him move as fast as he wants, as deep as he wants so you he can use his cock to abuse all of your sweet spots

You can’t exactly speak; only nod, as you dig your nails into his shoulders and back, leaving a trail of crescent shaped indents in your wake. The coil at the base of your belly twists tighter, tighter and tighter still as all your nerve endings work overtime to register the way he fills you up completely, the way the metal rubs along all the right spots and the way Eren rams into you like a man possessed.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” Now you’re begging. It’s impossible to stop the fear bubbling in your chest. You’ve become well-acquainted with this feeling. Absolutely drowning in pleasure and right on the edge of an unimaginable peak before having it ripped away. It’s not unreasonable to be worried that Eren might leave you high and dry once again.

He halts his movements the moment he notices the doubt behind your eyes.

Your pleas become more and more frantic, already thinking the worst. “Don’t stop Eren! Please don’t stop.” You sob but go silent when his hand rests itself firmly around your throat.

“Told you.” He punctuates the sentence with one, deep thrust.

“Fuck. What did I say?” He growls as he falls back into the same brutal rhythm that had you teetering on the very brink of an orgasm before.

God above as your witness, you try and answer but all that comes out is a pathetic squeak of his name before he cuts you off completely by squeezing your neck tighter.

“S-said I was gonna fuck you stupid. Right?”

You nod as best you can, head spinning from the lack of air and your orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Now fuckin’ cum for me so I can keep my promise.”

The second his hand meets your clit, you’re a goner. The calloused pad of his thumb rubs the neglected nub with exactly the right pressure to push you over the edge. Every muscle clenches as that tightening coil finally snaps. The intoxicating pleasure that shoots through your body reaches your head at the same time as the pressure on your throat is released, much needed oxygen flooding your brain and prolonging the high.

You wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him deep inside you as cream around his cock. It’s pointless to hold off his release any longer and with nowhere else to go he spills his load deep in your pussy. The feeling of his hot cum seeping into your pussy has you twitching around him, trying to milk every last drop from him.

You may have blacked for a second, eyes fluttering open as Eren gently taps your cheek. His handsome face, all flushed and sweaty comes into focus. Both of you are wearing equally dopey grins as he asks you, “Did it feel as good as I said?”

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[achillieus]

we’re fools. (bucky barnes x reader)

summary: for all bucky barnes knows, he hates clichés. and this thing between you two, happens to be the biggest one.

(enemies to lovers trope or i watched the society on netflix recently and based this entirely on harry bingham and cassandra pressman)

pairing: college au!bucky x reader

warnings: alcohol, angst, too much tension, bucky and reader are stupid and in  denial, sexual tension all around the place

tagging: @tonystankschild​

(other parts)  (masterlist)

part 2/3:

And then it’s the last week of February and you have an assignment together, you and Bucky, the boy with black hair and a mind that you’re certain is not as clever as he insists it is. You know this cannot possibly end well. You feel it when he sits beside you and his knee brushes past your leg. You feel it when you take a breath and smell his aftershave. Sandalwood and vanilla. It makes you want to lick your lips. Please, get a grip. You try to get away, even propose to write the whole thing alone so you wouldn’t have to spend any time around him. In your mind, you call it self defense. But Bucky’s boastful and you can see him pumping the muscles in his neck, trying to intimidate you.

“My dorm, tomorrow at 7,” he says “Don’t be late.”

-

(your late night instagram search history)

(00:38 AM) #literaturememes

(01:15 AM) @buckybrns

(01:30 AM) #newgirl

(01:50 AM) @buckybrns

(02:10 AM) @buckybrns

You find it annoying; how he’s present even when he’s not around.

-

The thing about Bucky Barnes is that everyone, boys and girls, adore him alike. He’s charming, he’s crafty, he’s brilliant. He’s everything they want him to be and even more. It nearly condones his megalomania.

The thing about Bucky Barnes is that he’s aware he has an audience. Always plans his moves, knows how to play his character perfectly. He wears dark designer jeans and plain Henley shirts, buttons open, fabric tight around his biceps. Sometimes even a black leather jacket and a tag necklace. Girls are intrigued by the bad-boy, straight A student contrast, while the boys are envious enough keep him close and invite him to all of their parties. Bucky gives them whatever they need.

The thing about Bucky Barnes is that he’s utterly lonely. He has never said so, but it’s the truest thing about him. He has Sam. But for how long? Bucky’s used to people going away. It has been imprinted on him. His best friend, Steve, left with his girlfriend in an exchange program last month and Natasha, the one girl he ever came close to loving, just started dating Clint Barton. Clint fucking Barton. What a downgrade.

And then there’s you, sitting at the end of his bed, playing with the ring in your finger, reading some neatly written lecture notes. Usually, Bucky would think about 129 cheeky comments he could make to a girl in his room. But not to you. Are you sure, Bucky? He has grown accustomed to disliking you. It’s the one constant he has left and he’s not planning on losing it.

He leans down and takes the place next to you, a bottle of beer dangling loosely in his hand.

He offers and you decline.

“We need to concentrate on the project.”  

“You’re the biggest killjoy.” Bucky says with a hint of a smirk.

“I’m studying, Bucky.” He can see your left hand holding that dark green pen in a tight grip and your eyes trying to focus everywhere but on his face. He can see your hair glistening in the warm afternoon light that comes from his window. He can see the soft red blush on your cheeks and the beauty mark on your neck. What a tricky thing it is to see. And to feel. And to want.

Is that what dislike tastes like, Bucky?

-

He talks a lot, that’s the first thing you notice. He says all sorts of things, most of them having nothing to do with your project. You’re certain it’s because he’s feeling as uncomfortable and agitated as you. But still, it’s annoying as hell.

“Listen,” you say and turn to his side “I’m not going to fail this class just because you have the attention span of a two year old.”

A laugh escapes his lips and you watch, completely in awe, the way little wrinkles form around his eyes and his nose scrunches. Right now, he looks tender and warm. No, he doesn’t.

“I think we’re both pretty smart,” Bucky says nonchalant and wets his lower lip with his tongue, before he adds, “We’ve got this, so relax doll.”

There are rules, things that are solid, de facto.

Example 1: Bucky never praises you. At least not out loud.

Example 1: Not valid anymore.

Example 2: Bucky uses the word “doll” approximately ten times a day. To other girls. The girls he likes. Not to you.

That’s actually wrong, he called you doll the first time you met. That doesn’t count. He didn’t know you then.

Example 2: Not valid anymore.

It feels foreign. Pleasant and beguiling, but foreign.

“You always call girls “doll”. What is this?” You ask and he looks up. “Is it like your thing, your flirt move?”

Bucky meets your gaze, his forehead creased, and holds it for some seconds before he laughs again. Is this amusing him?

“No, I’m serious.” You bite your lip. “You even did it to me when we first met.”

“I did?”

Of course he doesn’t remember, what did you expect?

“Yeah, when you helped me find the admission office.”

“And you remember that, an entire year later?” He raises his eyebrows, looking entertained and partly interested.

Your mind empties and for some time you feel out of place, embarrassed. But you’re quick to recollect yourself. You can’t let him get you.

“It was my first day as a college student, I remember all of it.”

Liar. You don’t even remember who you sat next to.

Bucky smirks a little too long for your liking and then he leans in, his body bending in a way that makes you forget to breath. He’s so close and you only see blue, a rare kind of blue between the depths of the ocean and the brightest shade of the sky at noon. This would be so much easier if he wasn’t that handsome. Handsome and indomitable. What an awful combination.

“Interesting.” He whispers and lies back, touching the wall.

You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and clear your throat.

“I should go, it’s obvious we’re not making any progress.” You pick your books and stand up. “Sometimes I wonder how you get all those perfect grades, you clearly-” You merely finish your sentence before he grabs your arm and swiftly, he has you pressed against his wooden bookcase. You don’t have time to blink.

What’s happening? He was sitting down a second ago.

“That day,” he says while his thumb draws circles on your wrist. “You were wearing a denim dress and some Saturn shaped earrings. And you were holding a cherry juice box.”

It’s utterly terrifying how your emotions toss and turn the moment you realize what he’s talking about and the fragile muscles of your heart ache because Bucky cares. Bucky remembers.

“It wasn’t my first day of college, but I remember.”

You want to throw up. Or kiss him. You’re not sure. You know you hate Bucky. Do you? You’ve taught yourself to. And it was never supposed to change. It shouldn’t have to.  

You part your lips to say something, anything, but he shakes his head and steps back.

“You should go.”

And you do. And you’ll never tell him, but you’ll always regret not kissing him then. You’re sure now.

-

your inbox, the next morning

(10:25 AM) from [email protected]

              I’m sending you our assignment. You only need to add a few things and it’s done. If anything else comes up, it’s better we work on our own.

-

For Bucky, it all came crashing down the moment he first saw you. It was all over the moment his eyes met yours. A gourmand perfume lingered in the air around you that day and it stained his pores. And it’s been with him since then. Clinging onto his flesh.

It’s partly obsessive and partly romantic and Bucky tries to keep it locked inside. He thinks he can make it go away easily, the way he flicks a crumb off his expensive cashmere scarf. He thinks if he doesn’t talk about it, it’ll be less true. That’s not how things work, Bucky.

Yeah, he’s starting to notice.

And he’s trying so hard to hate you. The problem is, he doesn’t think he can.

(his late night instagram search history)

(00:45 AM) #tomfordperfumes

(01:30 AM) @y/n

(01:50 AM) #funnycats

(02:15 AM) @y/n

(03:45 AM) @y/n

-

You make it your mission to avoid him and it’s going well until the fifth of March. You spot him at Sam Wilson’s party. You should have known he’d be here, they’re friends. There’s a thick cloud of cigarette smoke all around, but still, you can perfectly see him. He’s standing alone, his skin changing colors under the neon lights, a plastic cup in his hand, eyes crystal blue and swollen and fixated on you.

The room is small and everything feels known but unfamiliar at the same time; the atmosphere, his gaze, the lump on your throat.

They’re suffocating you, the looks you give each other.

-

“Buck, what do you want?” Sam asks, holding both vodka and gin and he observes the way Bucky merely turns his head to look at him.

What do you want Bucky?

Not to play a role anymore. For Steve to be back. Maybe, Natasha. No, he hasn’t thought about her in a month. Perhaps a Pulitzer Prize. Definitely a new pair of sunglasses. But there is one more answer he has behind his teeth.

Y/N, he almost says. Always.

“Vodka.”

-

He leaves before midnight and you can’t remember where the urge came from, yet you’re following him. You know he has noticed. But he just keeps walking until he reaches the door of his dorm and presses his back against it. He sees you and you see him and his eyes cut your heart open.

“Your place is on the other side of the building.”

“I know,” you mumble, “I just never got to say good job on the assignment and I wanted to.” You are unable to meet his eyes. You sound pitiful and you want to hit a wall; with your head.

Why the hell did you follow him here?

Because sometimes you do stupid things.

Bucky mockingly opens his mouth, as if shocked. It almost makes you groan.

“Did Miss high and mighty just comment something nice about me?”

“Why do you have to contradict everything I say?”

He shakes his head and you can feel your heart beat loud and irregular and it’s not because you’re mad. It’s because he’s coming closer, almost chest to chest now. And it’s because you can swear, he just glanced at your lips.

“Someone has to, you can’t act like you know everything all the time.”  

“I don’t do that, you don’t know a thing about me Bucky.”

“Oh, but I do. You’re Y/N, you like plaid skirts and Homer and dark green pens. You expect everyone to be perfect. You expect yourself to be perfect. And you always want to do the right thing.”

His pupils are dilated. Yours must be too. Bucky Barnes is dangerous and fatal. He makes your blood coil and your mouth dry. And there’s a tension, almost pain, almost agony, deep in your lungs and it burns. And you don’t know who leaned in first, probably you because Bucky isn’t that brave yet, but suddenly your hands are everywhere. Your fingers blending in his hair, his digging in the skin on the back of your neck. He’s bringing you closer and it’s a mess and all you can hear is the beating of your heart; a rapid vibration between your ears. It’s pure and raw and it doesn’t hurt anymore.

He tastes like ambrosia and a year-old despair and you think you can go on forever. You eventually break apart because you both need to breath and for a second you worry because he looks like he’s ready to cry, but instead he smiles, softly touching your cheek.

“Did I do the right thing?” You whisper.

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