#leg so hot u can fry an egg

[transjudas]

Gerard Way + legs (x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x)

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[archie-sunshine]

... can Rodimus cook with his outlier ability?

Yes he can, but should he??

(leg so hot, hot hot leg, leg so hot u fry an egg)

mmmmmmmmmm!!!! delicious eggs!!!!

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[lciesdepravity]

TTT Series: Tzuyu Tops Twice

Chapter: 1-4 Mina Arc; Turnabout's Fair Play... tags/ genres/ warnings (This work of fiction contains the ff: Cheating (NTR), g!p dom Tzuyu… Enjoy!)

"T-tzuyu... c-cock... your cock, please... I want it," Mina begged, her voice desperate and needy; each word punctuated by her ragged breaths. She reached around and spread her ass cheeks wide, putting her sloppy wet cunt on full display, her white hot cum still oozing out. "Please fuck my needy pussy with your cock... Please~"

Tzuyu's primal instincts took over as she stepped close, her desire mirroring Mina's own. Her hands trembled with anticipation as she reached down to release her throbbing cock from the confines of her shorts.

"A-are you sur-"

"Goodmorning guys!"

Tzuyu's heart almost jumped out of her chest as she heard Jihyo and the other unnies wide awake and in the living room. She locked eyes with Mina, both sharing a panicked look. Tzuyu whispered, her voice laced with urgency, "Holy shit. Go, unnie. Hide and freshen up. I-I'll handle breakfast." Hurriedly, she swiped a kitchen towel, using it to wipe her face clean of Mina's juices.

Mina just giggled as she held on to Tzuyu's wrist, sporting a blush. "I-I can't walk Tzuyu-ah. M-my legs are so wobbly I can't even stand straight." She said as she pouted cutely, her eyes still partly dazed.

"W-what are you- Quick, get down." Hurriedly she pushed Mina down underneath the counter as she heard footsteps nearing the kitchen. Just in time too, as Nayeon hops over, her voice as hyperactive as ever.

"Ah! Baby Tzuuu~ Good morniiing~. Making some breakfast?" She asked as she leaned over the opposite side of the counter, her cute bunny smile on full display.

"Y-yeah... Breakfast. Hehe. Do you... want some unnie?" Tzuyu stuttered, trying hard to mask her anxiety. Thankfully, Nayeon didn't really take notice. Unfortunately however, it looked like she wanted to stay and chat.

"Mhmm~ me want. Wattcha makin' Tzuyu-ah?" She asks, casually pulling up a chair across Tzuyu.

Seriously? This isn't the best time for small talk unnie. Fuck but I can't be rude to her. That would make her sad. Tzuyu cast a subtle glance downwards, biting her lips in nervousness as she thinks.

It's fine, as long as Mina unnie's quiet, I can keep distracting Nayeonnie until she leaves.

Meanwhile, Mina is listening in on their conversation, trying to stay silent. Her heart is beating loud and fast and her breaths are shaky. She couldn't deny that almost getting caught added to the thrill. Whew that was close. Lucky for us, I fit perfectly down here.

With nowhere else to go, she settled in, making herself comfortable as quietly as she could. Inevitably, her gaze was drawn to Tzuyu's shorts... And the huge bulge straining against it. O-oh wow, I've never really seen it up close before. Just from the size of her bulge I'd say she's bigger than Chae.

Mina drew closer to inspect it, unaware that her hot breath was making it hard for Tzuyu to continue conversing normally. I kinda wanna see it without the shorts now... Mmm I'm so bad~

She was about to look away when her eyes spotted a thin slick line on the cloth over Tzuyu's cock head, her cock twitching as if in pain. Ohhh... Did she... get this hard just from eating me out?

Entranced, Mina gently blew on her cock; the warm sensation making Tzuyu involuntarily buck her hips.

"You okay there baby Tzu? You seem a little bit... distracted." Nayeon asked, a little weirded out by the maknae.

"I-I'm fine bunny unnie. Just didn't get much sleep last night. Sorry what was the question?" She clumsily excused. Smooth Chou. Real smooth. Lucky for her Nayeon just gave her a look before continuing to watch her cook.

"Aigoo~, you must still be sleepy huh? I asked what you're making."

"U-uhm, just some egg fried rice, some sausages and pancakes. M-maybe I'll stir fry eggs and tomatoes chinese style if I feel like it." Tzuyu replied as she quickly scanned the ingredients already laid out on the counter. Fuck, I feel like I'll max out my improv skill tree today. God please help me make it out of here without chopping my fingers off.

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Mina bit her lip as she gulped. The logical side of her knew she had to stay still and be silent; knew that her members are right by the next room, that her Nayeon unnie was just inches behind her; but she just can't help herself.

Seeing Tzuyu so... affected by her is doing things to her head, making her feel things she shouldn't feel. It didn't take long for her curiosity to win. She slowly darts forward, careful not to reveal herself as she kisses the tip of Tzuyu's bulge, making it twitch. She stifles a giggle before playfully taking Tzuyu's clothed bulge in her mouth.

Tzuyu, for her part, had to try her hardest not to moan as she feels Mina's moist hot mouth engulf her bulge through her shorts. Her knuckles turned white as her grip on the knife tightened. W-what the fuck is she doing down there? Oh f-fuck her mouth is so hot... mmm~

Tzuyu looked down subtly, giving Mina a look that screams 'Are you crazy?' For her part, Mina just made a peace sign. Mianhae~... She mouthed.

While her pouted lips looked to be sorry and innocent, her eyes were anything but. They glimmered with mischief as her fingers gestured 'hush'. Then, biting her lip, she slowly freed Tzuyu's cock from the confines of her shorts, her eyes widening as it almost slaps her.

Holy fuck... Wow. As soon as Mina frees Tzuyu's cock, she couldn't help but stare at it in awe. It twitches in front of her, and she can see every vein and ridge standing proudly on the thick shaft. I was wrong... She's way bigger than Chae.

The size of it is almost intimidating; aptly long and very girthy. Mina gulps nervously, her eyes wide as she takes it in. She feels a little unsure of herself as she starts to darts out her tongue, taking a little taste of the oozing precum on the head. Mmm~ sweet.

She stifles a yelp as it twitches, before even more precum flows out. Oohh~ it's so honest. Hehe. She's likes it. Well, how bout this Tzu?

Her slender fingers trace a line from Tzuyu's balls to her throbbing shaft, before using her thumb to smear Tzuyu's precum all over her cock head, making her hips buck slightly. Fuck... Let me hear you moan for me baby.

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"Hmm... do you want me to help with anything Tzu? It looks like you still have a lot to do here." Nayeon asked, scanning the ingredients on the table.

"Mm~ n-no i-its okay Nayeonnie. I can handle it. W-why dont you just relax in the living room? Ne?" Tzuyu replied, trying to hide her shaky breaths. Please please please just go unnie.

"Yah! Are you just trying to get rid of me coz I can't cook? I'll have you know I got Jeong to teach me how to prep and slice stuff the other day. I can at least prep the garlic and onions." Nayeon pouted cutely, the mock hurt evident in her tone.

Tzuyu just rolled her eyes as she pushed the aromatics and a smaller knife towards the dramatic bunny. "F-fine. But stay where you are unnie. T-this is the main chef area."

Nayeon just looks at her with a puzzled look. "Ooohkay? A whole lot of weirdness this morning... even for you Tzuyu-ah." She muttered under her breath as she diligently got to peeling and slicing the garlic.

Under the counter, Mina couldn't help but stifle a giggle, silently enjoying Tzuyu's torment. Aigoo~ she's doing well so far. Hmm, lets turn it up a notch shall we?

Mina pools some spit on her hands, before sensually lathering it all over Tzuyu's cock. She smears it together with the oozing precum, making for an even sloppier experience. With a firm grip, she slowly starts stroking Tzuyu's entire length, agonizingly twisting her hand whenever she meets the cock head. C'mon baby... Let yourself go. I want to hear just how badly you want me.

It took every bit of Tzuyu's willpower not to moan and curse right then and there. Holy fuck, this woman's gonna be the death of me. She thought as she slowly put the knife down, her eyes tightly shut as she tried (failed) to refocus on the task at hand. Fuck... Her hands are so soft... Uhhh~

Oohhh resistant now are we? Fufu~ not for long. With a devilish grin, Mina darted forward, devouring Tzuyu's balls in her wet hot mouth. Her tongue danced and swirled, eager to taste every inch.

The moment Mina's mouth enveloped her balls, Tzuyu's composure shattered like glass. Her breath hitched sharply as a long groan escaped her lips, her legs threatening to give out from underneath her. "Haahhh~ mmm~"

A startled Nayeon looked up from chopping the onions. "Tzu? Whats wrong? You okay?" She asked as she moved purposefully towards Tzuyu.

Desperate, Tzuyu scrambled to find an excuse, her face flushing even more as she held Nayeon at bay. "A-ani, I'm fine Nayeonnie. J-just pulled a muscle, t-thats all. Mmm~" She lies through gritted teeth, praying that Nayeon would buy her excuse. Even now she could feel Mina groan against her balls, sending shivers down her spine. All the while, her delicate hands continued stroking Tzuyu's hardened length, this time at a faster pace, tormenting her with every deliberate movement. Fuuckk~ Is she trying to kill me? Does she want us to get caught? It's so good tho... fuuuuck~ I-I kinda don't want her to stop. Uhh~

Nayeon raised a skeptical eyebrow, her eyes filled with worry. "Are you sure? You're looking really red right now. You didn't catch a fever did you?" She asked, using the back of her hand to check the temperature of Tzuyu's forehead.

"Y-yeah. I-I'm sure unnie. Y-you know how... stiff my back can be sometimes." She replies, the innuendo not lost on her as she tries to steady her breathing.

While not really convinced, Nayeon knew better than to push Tzuyu further. "Okay. Just... don't push yourself too hard... ne? You know I worry." She says as she fixes the loose strands in Tzuyu's hair, earning a strained smile from the maknae. Mercifully, she goes back to chopping the onions and garlic.

With a relieved sigh, Tzuyu looks down, intent of stopping Mina and her torturous teasing.

Too late did she realize... That was a huge mistake.

Beneath her, Mina was looking at her like a lioness hunting a gazelle, ravenous... starving... craving to devour her. Her disheveled hair... the faint blush in her cheeks... the way she bites her lips as she agonizingly runs her thumbs on the underside of Tzuyu's cock. Jeezus Christ she's gonna drive me crazy.

The straps of her top slid down her shoulders, her tits literally about to pop out, Tzuyu swears she could see a peek of her taut nipples. Her panties were scrunched up on her right ankle; while her legs were folded on either side of her, accentuating her plump juicy thighs as they help veil her unshaven core.

Tzuyu gulped. The sight beneath her was so utterly sinful, so lusciously erotic that she couldn't find the will to fight against it...

So she gave in.

Fuck it. I don't care anymore. Ughh~ her hands are so fucking soft... mmm~ this feels too fucking good...

A victorious smile graced Mina's lips as she sees Tzuyu move even closer, finally submitting fully to her ministrations. Mmm~ That's right baby... I knew you couldn't resist me.

To make things easier, Tzuyu moved as close as she could, her tummy pressed right up to the edge of the counter... closer to Mina. Her heart raced as she slowly put the knife down, bracing herself for what's to come. At least this way, I can keep Nayeonnie occupied.

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She wasn't really given time to ready herself as Mina's slender fingers wrapped around her cock once more. Lush... Soft... Eager...

One slow pump became two, then three. Bit by bit, Mina's pace increased, her grip on Tzuyu's cock tightening further as she matched the rhythm of Nayeon's chopping.

Thud... thud... thud... thud... The dull sound of the knife against the chopping board masks each stroke perfectly; the rhythm torturous. Every pump was punctuated by Mina swirling her hand around the tip in a clockwise motion, her thumbs brushing against the sensitive ridge beneath the cockhead. All the while, she could feel Mina's hot mouth devour her balls, licking, sucking, squeezing the cum out of them. Hooollyyshiitt~ Fuck it feels soo good.

Tzuyu's knees buckled, her legs shivering. She leaned forward, both to support herself and distract Nayeon if necessary.

"What are you doing? Why'd you stop cooking?" Nayeon asks quizzically.

"N-nothing really. C-could you maybe speed up your chopping unnie? I-I'm too distracted by your beauty that I can't cook."

A faint blush appeared on Nayeon's cheeks, her lips straining to hide her smile. "Yah~ Stop it~ What's with you today?" She weakly admonished, clearly flattered by the compliment. Nevertheless, she complied with he maknae's request and tried to speed up her chopping.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Tzuyu closes her eyes as she feels Mina stroke her faster. Her brows furrow, her mouth opening slightly as she feels every twist and pump push her closer and closer to the edge. Mmm yes, just like that unnie~ uhhh feels so fucking good.

She groaned silently as she feels Mina's thumb focus even more on her tip. It doesn't take long until she feels a familiar coil about to burst out of her cock, and it certainly doesn't help that she's watching Nayeon's boobs jiggle with every chop she makes. Fuck I'm such a perv, wanting to cum on those tits while Mina unnie pumps me dry... But I can't help it. Uhh~ I'm about to cum.

She braces herself against the counter, her mouth open in a silent 'o', her eyes not leaving Nayeon's jiggling boobs. Uhhh~ I-I'm cumming... I-I'm cumming. Fuck.

In an unexpected turn of events, Mina just... suddenly stopped. What the fuck? Why?

Before Tzuyu could stoop down to check, a victorious clap boomed from Nayeon's direction, followed by high pitched squeals. "Yaaaay! I did it! I chopped it all evenly, just like Jeongie showed me! Kyaaah!~ >< I knew I could I knew I could! Imma show her! Hehehe."

Her excitement almost gave Tzuyu whiplash. Pulling out her phone, she took a quick picture of her work, before running off to God knows where. Probably to Jeongyeon unnie. God help her survive that bunny.

With the distraction gone, Tzuyu's attention drew back to her aching cock. She looked down to see Mina smiling mischievously, an evil glint in her eye.

"Why'd you stop? I was almost there unnie." She asks, visibly frustrated.

Mina's smile grew wider. "Oh I know... that's why I stopped." She teased, blowing a gentle breath over the red swollen head of Tzuyu's throbbing cock. Her fingers lightly trace the bulging veins, relishing in Tzuyu's torment. "Mmm~ look at you baby... so red, so hard for me." She taunted as she plants a long soft kiss on the tip, causing it to twitch in response.

Tzuyu hissed and growled. "Mmm~ Don't play with me woman. Finish what you started or else." Her fingers tangle with Mina's tousled hair, gripping it lightly, urging Mina forward. But Mina resisted, her wicked smile ever growing. "Or else what? Hmm~? That's not how it works here... remember?"

Her slender fingers grip Tzuyu's cock once more, this time squeezing it tightly, earning a pained moan from Tzuyu. "If you want me to make you cum, you have to beg for it. Beg me, your wife's best friend, to suck your cum dry." She looked at Tzuyu hungrily; just like a predator finally cornering its prey. Turnabouts fair play Tzu. Show me how much you want me.

Tzuyu's grip on her hair tightened, her angry gaze meeting Mina's challenge. A beat passes, then two...

Mina fears she's gone too far when suddenly, Tzuyu's features soften, finally surrendering to their game. "Well played unnie." She admitted, her voice wavering a bit. She looked Mina dead in the eyes, showing as much care and sincerity as she could.

"Mmm~... I need you... I need these pretty lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me dry. Could you do that for me baby?" Her fingers lovingly traced Mina's cheeks, her thumb gently grazing over Mina's lips.

Mina purred softly, leaning into her tender touch. She nibbled lightly on Tzuyu's thumb before taking it in her mouth, sensually rolling her tongue over it. All the while, her cute innocent eyes gazed up at Tzuyu. "Say please~" she playfully cooed, her lips pouting slightly.

Her actions only served to make Tzuyu harder, her cock now visibly twitching and pulsing in anticipation. Tzuyu threw her head back, moaning needily as she finally gave in. "Mmm~ please babygirl~"

With a victorious grin, Mina darted forward, making sure not to break eye contact. Mmm~ thats right baby... look at me, and me alone.

She lovingly trailed kisses along the length of Tzuyu's hardened shaft, up until the tip. Then, puckering up her lips, she agonizingly dragged the swollen head across them, smearing her lips with precum.

Tzuyu's knees buckled from the stimulation, exercising every ounce of patience to not just shove Mina's face nose deep in her crotch and make her take her entire length down her throat. No, she wanted Mina to enjoy this just as much as her. But damn, is she taking her sweet time. Mmm~ patience Tzuyu.

Mina smiled, seeing Tzuyu tremble at the slightest touch. Aww, look at her, trying so hard to hold out... mmm~ I think I've teased her long enough. Hehe. Itadakimasu~Ahm~... Finally, Mina's lips parted, her mouth suckling on Tzuyu's cock head.

Her tongue licked and swirled, her mouth slurping audibly as she greedily sucked on the tip. Tzuyu let out a long shaky groan, her body back pedaling as she leaned on the sink behind her for support. "Oooooohh~ shit... Mina unnie~ uhhh~" Holy fuck her mouth is so hot and soft it feels like my dick is melting. S-shit, its sooo good...

Spurred on by Tzuyu's reactions, Mina continued, focusing only on the swollen, aching cock head. Her tongue flicked and swirled, teasing the sensitive ridge on the underside of Tzuyu's cock. Mmm, god she's so big, I don't know if I can take her all the way.

Not one to turn down a challenge, Mina bobbed her head slowly, taking her inch by inch, going deeper with every pass.

"Gulck ... gulckk ... gulckkk ... mmm~ Wow baby... mmm~ you're so big... so yummy." She peppers Tzuyu's cock with a few licks and kisses to buy herself some time to rest, relishing in the way Tzuyu reacts to every little movement that she makes.

With determination, her wet hot mouth slides down Tzuyu's shaft once more; not stopping until she finally takes Tzuyu's cock in it's entirety. She gags as she parks her cock there for a few glorious seconds, her eyes getting teary but still maintaining contact.

She pulls up for air eventually, coughing and sputtering from the size. "Gah~ My mouth's never been that full before. Mmm~ You like that baby~?" Mina asks cutely, her hands continuing to jerk Tzuyu off.

"Uhh~ Fuck yes unnie. Keep going please." Tzuyu gently guides her head back, and Mina happily obliges. She dives back in for more, eager to please Tzuyu's cock, eager to drain her balls for all they're worth.

Her lips form a tight seal around Tzuyu's cock as her cheeks hollow out. She bobs her head fervently, making sure she slides her tongue around the tip with each exit and presses it against the underside with each entry.

In and out. In and out. The cacophony of gags and chokes and slurps and sputters fill the room, mingling together with Tzuyu's shaky gasps and pleasure filled moans. Her legs are shaking, her knees trembling; she's struggling just to hold herself up as Mina sucks her dry.

"Fuuuuuckk~ unnie... mmm~ This might be one of the- uhhh~ best blowjobs I've ever had in my life. Uhhh~ more please..." Tzuyu lets out a long drawn out moan, her knuckles turning white as her grip on the counter strains. Mina smiles at the compliment, her mouth full of cock.

In response, she takes one of Tzuyu's hands and places it on her head, giving her consent. Tzuyu's eyes widen for a moment as she hesitates, not wanting to hurt her; until Mina looks at Tzuyu with those hazy lust filled eyes. Eyes that scream 'Go ahead... Fuck my face all you want.'

And really, at that point, all Tzuyu could do was gulp and nod. She knew she was under Mina's spell...

And she's loving every second of it.

Gently she guides Mina back to her cock, using her hair as a handle. She starts gently at first...

In and out. In and out. Shallow... sensual... sweet... until...

Eventually, Tzuyu found her hips thrusting forward, meeting Mina's head halfway through, fully fucking her face. She feels her cock hit the back of Mina's throat repeatedly, her legs turning to jelly as she feels Mina constricting around her head every single time. Every gag... every choke... every moan sends vibrations to her very core.

For her part, Mina adjusted her position, now leaning forward, ass sticking out, hands on Tzuyu's ass as she helped her thrust deeper into her face. She could feel her throat bulge with every powerful thrust of Tzuyu's hips, her nose meeting Tzuyu's crotch everytime. God~ my mouth is so full. She gags and chokes and moans but Tzuyu, now fully lost in pleasure, shows her no mercy. She fucks Mina's face like a fucking living fleshlight, her grip on Mina's hair now tightening even further.

The obscene sounds of the facefucking reverberated throughout the kitchen for awhile, Mina's face gradually turning into a sloppy mess. Her cheeks are smeared with a mixture of precum and saliva, her lips stretched wide around Tzuyu's thick shaft. A web of spit serves as a bridge between them, connecting Mina's mouth to Tzuyu's glistening cock. All the while, Mina's teary eyes never wavered from Tzuyu's lust filled gaze. That's it baby... fuck my face... give me all your cum.

One of Mina's hands found its way to her dripping cunt, her middle and ring fingers feverishly plunging into her sweltering core. She thrusted her fingers in rhythm with Tzuyu's hips, imagining Tzuyu's cock filling her pussy as well. Fuck I'm so turned on. Uhh~ more Tzu. Use me more. Mina's pussy squelched with each thrust, fueling Tzuyu's lust even more.

Tzuyu's moans grew louder, her thrusts becoming more urgent. She could feel the tightening in her balls, the familiar surge of her impending release. "F-fuuuckk Mina unnie~ Urgh~ I'm so close... uhhh~ Fucking... Take... It..."

Mina's eyes sparkled at Tzuyu's words, her fingers working harder and faster between her soaked folds. Gods I'm about to cum again. Uhhh~ Chae... I'm about to cum while your best friend fucks my face. Mmm~ Fuck I'm such a dirty wife.

As Tzuyu's thrusts became more erratic, Mina's throat constricted even more around Tzuyu's cock, her tongue purposefully darting out to stimulate the underside of the swollen cock head even more. Mmm~ give it to me baby... give me all of it. Leave nothing for your wife~ It's all mine~...

"Uhh~ Cumming... cumming... I'm fucking cumming~ Ahhh~" Tzuyu's grip on Mina's head tightened as she buried Mina's nose up against her crotch, forcing her to take Tzuyu's cock as deep as she could. F-ffuucckk she's so rough. Uhh~ shit I'm cumming~ Mina's body twitches as she cums around her slick fingers, unexpectedly enjoying the rough treatment.

With a guttural cry, Tzuyu empties herself into Mina's waiting mouth, releasing a torrent of her hot sticky cum. Her entire body trembled, her hips bucking forward as spurt after spurt she came, painting Mina's throat white.

To Mina's credit, she tried her best to swallow Tzuyu's load, but the sheer amount was just too much. Most of it overflowed, dripping down Mina's chin and pooling together on the kitchen floor.

Desperate for air, Mina tried to come up for a breath, only for Tzuyu to push her down with all her strength. Panicking, she frantically taps on Tzuyu's thighs, her eyes pleading for air but Tzuyu just held her down even more. Air.... I need air... Tzuyu~ please... I need air.

Tzuyu's grip remained steadfast as Mina's arms slowly fell limp by her side, finally just giving in to her fate. Her eyes began to roll back to her head, her consciousness fading in and out. Seeing the whites of her eyes made Tzuyu cum even more. "S-shit that's so fucking hot unnie~ uhhh I'm still cumming... Fuck unnie, take it all! Uhh~"

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After what seemed like an eternity, Tzuyu's orgasm finally subsides, leaving her sensitive and breathless. She twitches as she withdraws her spent cock from Mina's mouth, a string of saliva and cum connecting them for a brief moment before it snaps.

Feeling Tzuyu finally release her grip, Mina falls backwards, gasping for air and sputtering out cum. "T-that was... *cough* intense. *cough*"

Hearing Mina's weakened voice immediately brought Tzuyu back to her senses. Shit... too far Chou. She panicked and hurriedly grabbed sheets upon sheets of paper towels before kneeling in front of Mina. "Shit... I got carried away. I'm so so sorry unnie." Gently, Tzuyu cupped Mina's cheeks and with trembling hands, started to wipe Mina's face clean of cum and tears and saliva.

"I-I shouldn't have let myself lose control like that. I-," Tzuyu stammered, her voice filled with regret. Before she could continue, Mina leaned forward, silencing her with a kiss.

Soft... tender... sweet...

When Mina finally pulled away, her blushing face nuzzled against Tzuyu's hand. In her signature soft voice, she says, "I-It's okay Tzu~ I-I liked it..."

The sight of a cute and blushing Mina proved too much for Tzuyu to bear. Before she knew it, Tzuyu was already leaning in, taking Mina's lips in a fiery lip lock, making her moan into their kiss.

She pushed Mina gently, guiding her to lie down on the cold, hard kitchen floor. Soon, their small kisses turned into a passionate dance of tongues, with the occasional bites thrown in between.

Mina's legs wrap around Tzuyu's waist, pulling her in closer. Tzuyu responded by moving her hips, grinding sensually against Mina's core.

"Uhh~ unnie..." Tzuyu started, her voice laced heavy with desire. "Mmm~ I want you so bad Mina unnie~" She managed to say in between their kisses.

"Mmm~ I want you too Tzuyu-ah..." Suddenly, Mina pulls away, her fingers holding a confused Tzuyu at bay. "But... I think we can both agree... we're out of time today."

As if to punctuate her point, Nayeon's voice once again boomed from the living room. "Chewy-ah! You almost done in there?"

"Yah! Leave the maknae alone, Nayeonnie! It'll take longer if you keep on bothering her too much. Know what? Just come over here and sit with me," Beckoned an already exhausted Jeongyeon. Nayeon's protests gradually faded into the chaos that was Twice's living room.

Tzuyu let out an exasperated sigh as she sat up, her fingers massaging the bridge of her nose and her forehead. "Ugh, fucking cockblocks. I should really do something about the annoying ones," she muttered under her breath.

Mina sat up as well, giggling softly as she teased, "No killing the unnies Chou Tzuyu, and definitely no tying them up." She stared at Tzuyu with mock sternness before bursting out into laughter, seeing Tzuyu's annoyed expression. 

"I know... I know. Ugh~ It's just... ugh forget it." Tzuyu's shoulders slumped in frustration. Mina gently turned Tzuyu's gaze towards her.

"I know how you feel Tzu... trust me, I do." She starts as she caresses Tzuyu's cheeks lovingly, causing the maknae to purr softly against her touch. Mina drew her close once again and gave Tzuyu's lips a gentle peck, breaking away from the kiss before it grew too intense. 

Mina's hands rested on Tzuyu's cheeks, their eyes closed, foreheads leaning against each other. In the kitchen, only the sound of their heartbeat and ragged breaths could be heard. With a shaky voice, Mina whispered. 

"Tomorrow night... Me, Momo and Sana are scheduled to go home and visit our families in Japan."

"..."

"I-I think I'll make up an excuse and stay here instead... Y-you can have me then." Next Chapter: 1-5 Mina Arc; Crossing the Red Line

#twice smut #tzuyu smut #mina smut

[hotlegs101art]

where does the name “hot legs “ come from?

This fella and the “leg so hot u can fry an egg” n also someone’s old username hotlegmeme I think? Idk

[an-aura-about-you]

quick can somebody get me leg so hot u fry an egg it is a chat emergency

[yoru-kage]

Baba Yaga? More like Baba Yoga eyyyyy :^D *gets yeeted by bird leggy* Another prompt by @mivykitty​, the house of Baba Yaga stretching its leggy out real far. A good photo opportunity, at least for agent Rey who has the leggy to match. 

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[spookysmujer]

His Girl pt.2 // Sad Eyes

Summary: Your relationship with Sad Eyes is now known but Spooky loves to mess with his little sister. A sweet and sultry end 🍒

warnings: mild swearing, s m u t 🥵 18+

word count: 2.4k

A/N: twice in one day, who is she? LOL a follow-up to His Girl. Spooky finding out about his little sister and right hand man being a thing! Who else has protective siblings? I hope to see more people write for Sad Eyes, such a stud muffin and we need more gifs. My next fic includes 🧊+ 🎰 with Spooky. Let’s just say what happens there? Stays there.

When you were in 8th grade and Spooky a freshmen, it gave you a little freedom, finally. It meant that you didn’t have to sneak around the hallways to wave to that boy you liked. But Spooky being Spooky had figured it out soon enough. Just as he had figured out now about you and Sad Eyes.

“Snitches get stitches!”

Is what you said that night you found your brother and lover standing outside of your window before shutting it. You all but hoped that he would be a little understanding and give you shit for brief moment but that wasn’t the case. He gave you shit, shit like you were a teenager again.

“What made you think I wouldn’t find out?” Oscar asks you as you sit in silence during breakfast. Cesar has kept his head down the whole time.

You play with the food on your plate, ignoring the comments your big brother has been making since you woke up. This must be hell I’m in? You ponder.

“Didn’t seem to have a clue for the last 3 months..” You say under your breath, Oscar stares at you with a scowl.

When one of his homies mentioned that the summer had been going hard with all these rucas outta high school, someone commented how Sad Eyes was going soft and claimed a ruca before getting a real taste of summer vibes. When asked who, someone slipped ‘your sister’. Sad Eyes never felt holes burned so deep into his skull. When Spooky asked, he had no words. There was rage of course, but if anyone were to date his little sister, who better than is right hand.

But of course, being Spooky, he couldn’t resist giving you shit. Especially for hiding it from him.

“Hm.. well I hope you enjoyed it. No más.” He lights a cigarette, you look to him finally. Your mouth agape, “You heard me.”

“What... I-I’m not a kid!” You slam your hand on the table and he furrows your brows, telling you to calm down,” No, I won’t calm down! I get that you think me dating a Santo isn’t safe but you are my brother for fucksake. Everyone knows it!”

He laughs to himself at your outrage. Oscar continues to eat, you want to flip the table. The Diaz temper present in all 3 of you.

You push yourself away from the table and stomp out of the kitchen and into the your room, slamming the door.

You scroll through your contacts and call him, desperately hoping your brother hadn’t murdered him himself or send the other Santos on him. Despite a few attempts to get in contact, to no avail. Oscar is going to get it, he wants to give you hell? You were gonna give him hell.

It didn’t take long for Oscar to bring home a hyna. You sat in the living room one night when he enters with her.

“Hm, jumping back in the game quick?” You comment, sipping on a coffee. He glances at you briefly, as he pulls the girl through the house. He stops and sees Jasmine in the kitchen, she waves and the hyna gags. Egg salad.

“Um, maybe I’ll call you.” She pulls her hand back and exits the house. You are dying of laughter, the silent kind of laughter. Head tipped back and tears falling.

Oscar gives Jasmine a look and then turns to stand in front of me, “You serious?”

“Oscar, 1. Y/N, 1, bitch. You gonna learn real quick who ran this shit while you were gone. You fuck with my dick intake and I fuck with you hyna intake. Goodnight, mano.” You push past him to join Jas in the kitchen.

Your brother seethes in anger. If you two were in high school, he’d do as he use to and pull your ponytail to fight you on the ground. You have the scars to prove all the physical fights you got in.

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You and Oscar were petty with each other like old times. He couldn’t help it but he has bigger fish to fry now so he green light to Sad Eyes.

“Com’n, we’re going to pool.” Oscar tells you as you lay in your room, you roll your eyes but agree to because of the heat wave that rolled in.

You get changed and head to the pool with your two brothers.

It’s a nice day at the pool, perfect for tanning. You lay on your back, sunnies on.

“Hola mami.”

You hear a familiar voice, peer over your glasses and rest on your elbows, you see a shirtless Sad Eyes standing in front of you. He set his things down beside you nodding to your brother. Your brows furrow.

“Puto!”

Sad Eyes grabs his shoulder that you hit and laughs. He knew that meant that you understood exactly what that head nod meant. No phone call or texts, Oscar reminding you for the past couple days who runs the ship now, all the shit you’ve been given!

“You think you two are soooo funny, hm?” You can hear Oscar laughing in the pool. “Puto I fucking swear.”

Sad Eyes laughs a little more before kissing yourcheek, “Lo siento, mi amor. I had a couple runs I needed to do and he thought it would funny to just mess around with you. He gave me some hard shit for keeping us on the DL. But all in all he thinks it’s better than dating some pendejo.”

You roll your eyes, flipping over onto your stomach. His eyes go to your ass, sharply inhaling air. He missed his mujer.

“Too bad because it seems I am dating one.” You turn your head away. “You realize because you think this is so funny that you get it twice as bad, right? So your 3 days times 2... 6. 6 days you’ll spend being ignored by me. And my kitty and my mouth.”

He laughs at you pettiness. You hear the sunscreen bottle cap and turn to see him rubbing the lotion on his tan skin. The devil in you is forcing you to watch. You can’t look away.

“Need more?” He asks you. You shrug and move your hair over your shoulder. Sad Eyes takes some in hand and rubs them together. His hands smear the lotion on your backside, massaging it into you skin. Oh man, you haven’t felt his hands on you in days.

No! Don’t fall for this!

It’s when his hands move over your ass that you jump. He lets out a breathy laugh and massages for a second before removing his hands.

“Brave.” You comment.

“Yearning.” He slaps your ass and you squeal, looking towards the pool to see Oscar distracted.

After needing to ask God to control your body before jumping his bones right there, you and your brothers head home and get things going for the weekly Santo gathering.

“So he really doesn’t care?” You ask Sad Eyes as he sits against the headboard of your bed, smoking a blunt. He nods as he watches you get dressed.

“The black one.” He says as you look between two blouses. You hold it against your chest and licks his lips. “Hm.”

You set it down and untie your robe, letting it fall from your shoulders. You can hear the moment Sad Eyes loses his breath. Your black lace thong and matching bra clinging to you body so perfectly. He feel himself strain against his shorts.

“New set, like it?” You turn and let him see your ass. His eyes does all the speaking. “Too bad we got this party tonight.”

He stalks over to you as you stand in front of your body mirror. Towering behind you, he steps extra close to you, “I don’t know, mami. Heard that shit is going to be lame.”

You restrain your grin as he pulls your back against his chest, hands on your hip. Your push your ass into groin area and he groans into your ear. His breath hitting your neck as you watch him loosen him.

“Hmm, I don’t know. My mans pissed me off and I wanna show him what he missing.”

“Fuck him.” He pushes his hands down your thighs, using his knee to hit your legs apart. You feel a tingle hit your core immediately.

Sad Eyes steps back and pulls his shirt off and sits on your bed. You give up, once that damn shirt is off there is no resistance. You walk over to him and straddle his lap, feeling his broad shoulders and pushing him down. He watches you with complete lust in his eyes. Those 3 days away from his bebe has been torture.

“You really pissed me off you know, not giving me a heads up about your run. I thought my brother literally killed you.” You push his hands up from where they were resting and hold them above his head. He bites his bottom lip as your boobs hover over his face.

“Forgive me, mami. Lemme make it up to you.”

He lifts his head to plant kisses on your chest, licking your cleavage and earning an involuntary moan from you. He smirks at this and takes the opportunity to overpower you and flip you two over. He sits on his knees and kisses your torso, slowly. Inching down closer and closer to where you want him most. You watch as he does so, his eyes locked on yours.

Your hips can’t help but squirm, yearning for friction. The man is a complete tease and loves to see you whine for his touch. His breath hits against your inner thighs followed by longing kisses.

“Stop teasing,” You close your legs to trap his head which makes you smirk. He pulls your panties down and tosses them over his shoulder. He listens to you and dives right in. His tongue hot in pursuit on your clit.

The moment he makes contact, your back arches off the bed. You grab a pillow and hold it over your face to suppress the moan that you have no control over coming out. Sad Eyes pushes your legs up at the base of your ass to have nice view and space to put in work. His tongue is lathering your sensitive bud as well as teasing your entrance.

You moan and move, feeling the sensation build. God, how could you have stayed mad at him? He makes you come undone with his mouth, his touch, his body and even a just look most of the time. He set off new things you never felt, physically and emotionally. Though you two never formally spoke of being together nor did he openly claim you, you didn’t see end to being with him.

“Mhmmm,” He hums, sending vibrations through your core and nearly having you cross eyed.

You push yourself on your elbows to watch him. Eyes locked and nothing but sin staring back at you, “Fuck me already.” He licks one last swipe and comes up to kiss you, tasting yourself on his tongue. His hand finds your hips to tell you move up. He taps your ass for you to move on your knees. Face down, ass up his favorite way to have you.

He pulls your ass to press against him. You can feel his erection and how bad he is about to give it to you, “Please, papi.” A hiss escapes you as he lands a smack on your ass. Then another. You finally feel his fingers spreading your arousal to prepare you for him. He soon replaces his fingers with his cock. For a minute, he pushes himself through your folds to get him slicked up too. This alone is enough to send you into oblivion.

You are growing impatient but before you can speak up he slides himself deep into you to the hilt. His impressive size stretching you, a burn starts but pleasure continues. You both groan as he stays in place to get you comfortable. Sad Eyes has you in his control and you are not complaining.

“So warm, all mine. Hm? Tell me.”

You gasp when he pulls your hair back as your skins slap together, “I-I’m yours, only yours, Papi.” He pulls your hair harder to get you to sit up. Your back is pressed against his chest, still getting pounded. He still has his grip on your hair, your cheek pressed against his. Sad Eyes grabs your face to turn you to look at him, his mouth covers yours and you kiss roughly. Tongues fighting for dominance.

The sensation that has been building up is nearing a release. Your moans sound in the room without your control as if he has a control on how your body reacts. Thankful for the music blasting outside and inside your room to muffle the sounds of you both slowly coming undone.

“Oh shiiiit, fuck.” He releases the grip on your hair and lets you fall forward, gripping your hips now and he is pounding into you relentlessly. He pulls out and strokes himself before pushing back into. He does so a few times before he started to pound you again. The pace picked up meant that he is close to release too. You’d be lying to say you were both about to cum together but you ride out your orgasm for him to reach his.

He reaches under you to rub your clit to help intensify your orgasm. And nearly instantly, your body convulses. The pleasure exploding inside you. You are gasping and releasing inhumane sounds from the bliss your body is feeling.

“Fuck.” He says as he pulls out just in time for his seed to spurt on your ass.

Fuck a workout, all you need is this. You’re trying to catch your breath as he gets off the bed and reaches for towel hanging to wipe the mess from you as you still lay with your ass in the air.

“I can’t move, help.” You laugh and he helps you. He pulls you flush against him, your orgasm has your legs weak. Kissing you while feeling your heated body.

“I’ll never get use to this, you know. Not just the fucking you senseless. Just being with you.” He holds your face in his hands. His eyes glint with adoration.

You blush and look away before puckering your lips for another kiss. He complies, “Mmm, good. I don’t wanna get use to it. I wanna have long days and nights with you. For a while.”

He smiles and nods in agreement, “Mi mujer.”

#oscar diaz #sad eyes x reader #sad eyes #on my block #on my block imagine #oscar diaz imagine #cesar diaz #oscar diaz x reader

[creativegeneric]

I feel bad for my mates when I get angry because I get really heated.

Both literally and figuratively.

#The 'leg so hot u fry an egg' meme can be literal with me.

[mithranqueersmusings]

Here, There and Everywhere III

Chapter: 3/?

Rating: U

Summary:  You're a regular to The Cavern and you've always loved watching The Beatles play, even if you do have to deal with sweaty crowds, screaming girls and pervy guys. One day under rather unfortunate circumstances, you finally get to meet them which eventually, and oddly, leads to them living with you.

Tags: Domestic fluff, slow burn, eventual smut/romance

Pairings: George Harrison/Reader

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You and George continued joking back and forth with one another for a long time until you heard the clock strike four; the sound of the grandfather clock chimed through the otherwise empty house and silenced both you and George who looked out towards the door.

"Geez, it's already that late?" George said, he was lying fully on his back with his hands behind his head while you leaned up on your elbow.

"I suppose so." You replied, now feeling like you had to whisper "Do you guys have any plans for tomorrow?"

"Nah." George yawned "We don't really get up to much in the day, just play whenever we can then work in the night." He paused "But if you want to kick us out nice and early we won't hold it against you."

"No, I wasn't-" You started and George smiled up at you, revealing that enticing canine once more.

"I'd say we'll cook you breakfast to say thanks but I don't think any of us know how to even go about it." George chuckled, and you realised why all the boys must be so skinny with their unhealthy living situation.

"I can cook breakfast. I used to make it for my family every Sunday, proper full English." You smiled proudly.

"I don't think you quite get how this whole repayment thing works. You were supposed to owe us, but we're gonna be well into debt to you before we even leave the bleeding house." George's eyes started looking heavy "But I still won't turn down a nice cooked brekky."

You lowered yourself into the bed further, finally lying on your back beside George, who turned to look at you with a soft expression. You gave him a small smile as you made yourself comfortable, unsure what the best sleeping position would be for this strange situation. You settled on lying facing towards George, who continued to lie on his back.

"I suppose this is good night." George joked and you could feel his hot breath on your face, smell the brandy on his breath, and you felt your face reddening; maybe you needed to rethink your position.

"Good night, George." You sounded dazed and couldn't bring yourself to turn around and just continued to look at him.

"Correct me if I'm wrong but I think this is the part where you close your eyes." He was speaking in barely a whisper now, his eyes seemed darker and heavier.

You giggled but couldn't think of anything to say and just kept looking into his eyes. They were such a dark, chocolate brown and his low brow made it look like he was smouldering, always so serious, but after spending this time with him you realised that wasn't the case at all. Even though John was the more obvious joker of the group, after spending this day with them you realised that they were all comical in their own ways, and you couldn't believe your luck that you had this opportunity to get closer to them. Part of you couldn't stand the thought of going to sleep, because in the morning all this would be over, and you'd go back to your day-to-day routine, always coming back home to an empty house. It made your chest feel heavy and you broke your eye-contact with George, looking away to the side as you tried to fight the oncoming sadness.

"You alright?" George whispered, he placed a hand on your arm lightly to reassure you. The contact made you blush, it felt so different now as you lay beside one another in bed under the covers.

"Yeah." You breathed, managing to look at him once more and forcing a small smile "Just been a wild night."

George chuckled and it only made you tenser "Sure has. We'll be out of your hair in the morning, don't worry."

"Not too quick... I hope." You were speaking so quietly now you wondered if George could even hear you, but his reaction rejected this suspicion.

"Oh yeah?" His hand was still on your arm, it felt heavier now and you could feel his slim fingers.

"Yeah..." You spoke before a heavy silence enveloped the room, both you and George looking at each other as his hand rested on your bare skin, feeling so hot now.

You lay there for a few minutes, neither of you speaking until George finally broke the silence "We should probably get some sleep."

He removed his hand slowly, it sent a shiver down your spine as you felt his fingers rub on your skin. You simply nodded, feeling unable to speak during this tense moment, and turned around so that your back was facing George as you knew if you faced him that you'd keep staring at him all night. You felt George shifting behind you and let out a heavy sigh, it sounded so loud in the silence of the room. After a few moments you finally closed your eyes, your body still felt tense and every time you began to relax you'd suddenly seize up again whenever George would make the slightest movement. At one moment George's leg brushed against yours while he attempted to get comfortable and you couldn't help letting out a quiet gasp, praying that he couldn't hear it. Eventually you were fairly certain he'd fallen asleep as he remained still, and you were finally able to relax and get some sleep yourself. Before you drifted off you made a mental note that the breakfast you made tomorrow had to be really fantastic, because maybe it would convince them to stay a little while longer.

The sunlight crept through your thin bedroom curtains and gently woke you, your eyes fluttering open slowly before you were fully conscious. It took you a few moments to fully remember the night before, you weren't sure at first whether it had been a dream or not, but when you looked beside you and saw George sleeping peacefully you were confronted with reality. It was difficult to tear your eyes off of him, especially when there was no chance of him catching you staring. He looked beautiful like this, with his dark hair spilling onto the pillow beneath him, his long and dark eyelashes contrasting his pale skin. You didn't think you'd ever met someone with such a chiselled face before, with George's sharp cheekbones and thin face. The longer you looked you noticed small hairs in between both of his eyebrows, it was only subtle and you'd never noticed it before, and you couldn't help thinking how much cuter it made him look. You felt privileged enough to even be able to look at him like this, there were armies of girls (and guys) who frequented The Cavern who would kill to get this close to George, and here you were sharing a bed with him. You weren't sure how long you looked at him this way, but eventually you shook yourself out of it and climbed carefully out of bed. There was a headache creeping in the back of your skull, you hoped it would remain dormant at least until you'd finished making breakfast.

Walking down the stairs, the house was as quiet as it always had been this past year, but it was a different kind of silence now; where every noise you made sounded so much louder than usual because you were trying to not wake anybody up. The knowledge of walking past a bedroom door and knowing somebody was in there sleeping, maybe even hearing the faint sounds of their gentle breathing, rather than the sad realisation that it was empty. It made you smile as you made your way into the kitchen, it was still pretty dark in the low light of the morning so you flicked on the light switch. It had been a while since you'd made such a grand breakfast, normally you just had a plain bowl of cereal before you sulked off to work in the morning, and you had to think for a few moments about what you actually had to prepare. Luckily you had been planning on having a fry-up for dinner in the next few days so you had everything you needed, you made a mental note of every ingredient as you put it onto the counter in front of you. You pulled out a large frying pan and laid out five plates on the table when a figure in the door gave you a start, you let out a sudden scream against your will only to realise it was a very sleepy looking Ringo.

"Sorry, love." He chuckled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes "Didn't mean to give you a fright like that."

You chuckled clutching your chest "Jesus! Scared the bloody life out of me. Really not used to having people here in the morning." You turned back around to continue with your preparation.

"What you cookin'?" Ringo asked as he came to stand beside you, he looked even tinier in your dad's large clothes.

"Well I just wanted to cook a proper breakfast for you lot, as a proper thank you for last night." You smiled at Ringo sheepishly who beamed back at you.

"That's well sweet of you. Want any help? I'm no chef by any means but I know my way around a full English." Ringo looked at you expectantly.

"Sure, if you want to." There was something about Ringo that really put you at ease "How about you do the eggs and the beans, think you can handle that?"

Ringo nudged you playfully "I'll try my best."

You heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs then as you and Ringo started cooking the breakfast, John and Paul shuffled into the kitchen yawning and stretching.

"G'morning." Paul still sounded half-asleep whereas John didn't even speak, just collapsed into a chair at the kitchen table.

"Oh God, did you two not sleep very well?" You knitted your brows together in worry but Paul just laughed.

"Too well, I think. Had to drag this one out of bed," he gestured his head at John "otherwise I don't think he ever would've gotten up."

"That's a relief to hear." You smiled and continued with your cooking.

"Is George not up yet?" Ringo asked, more to you than anyone else, not taking his eyes off of the food.

"Not sure. He was pretty fast asleep when I got up." You mumbled, trying your best not to think about what had happened last night.

"And how was your dreaded sleeping arrangement?" John piped up, it seemed like it didn't take very long for him to wake up and begin his usual habits.

You blushed and froze slightly, feeling unable to turn around and meet John's gaze which you were sure was fixed on you "Fine, yeah..."

"Nothing un-Christian going on in the dark, then?" You could hear the smirk that was growing on his face, followed by Paul hitting him lightly to shut him up.

"You caught me, John. We fucked all night until the sun came up." You dead-panned, but the expression vanished from your face when a voice in the doorway spoke.

"Did we? I must've missed the memo." George was leaning on the door-frame, somehow managing to still look gorgeous first thing in the morning.

"Come on lads, keep acting like this and I'm personally gonna spit in your breakfast." Ringo chuckled and gave you a reassuring glance.

You and Ringo continued cooking, you didn't say another word and focused solely on the food. The boys exchanged slow and sluggish words, nobody was feeling 100% after all the drinking last night. Every so often Ringo would turn around to make a quip and the room was filling with laughter; even though you weren't involved in the jokes you felt happy just to be in their presence. Around ten minutes later and the breakfast was cooked, Ringo insisted on serving and that you took a seat and you happily obliged. You sat next to George somewhat sheepishly, shuffling in your seat to get comfortable as Ringo passed around the full plates.

"Smells delish." Paul smiled, accepting his plate gratefully and passing you a glance.

"Can't remember the last time I had a proper breakfast." John said, fighting the urge to tuck in before everyone else had been served.

"Yeah, thanks guys." George's gaze lingered on you longer than wished it had because you felt your cheeks heating up.

"It's nothing really. I just wanted to do something proper to say thanks." You tried to fight the nervousness.

"And letting us all sleep in your house isn't 'something proper'"? Ringo laughed, finally sitting down with his plate and beginning to eat.

"Well... sharing a bed with a strange guitarist you met in a club isn't exactly proper." John snickered which earned a glare from Paul, threatening another hit.

"And what exactly were you and Macca getting up to last night, John?" George's voice was low, and even though you knew he was only joking it made you feel a little strange, nervous almost.

"Hey now, I never said me and Paul were proper." John spoke with his mouth half-full, Paul just chuckled and ate in silence.

This was another one of those moments where you couldn't tell whether the boys were joking or not; they seemed to have this unspoken language with each other that you couldn't quite understand. Your first impression was that it was a joke, but when you thought back on how you'd seen Paul and John interacting you realised there might be some truth behind it. No, surely not... But then again, the way Paul had paired himself off with John when sorting out the sleeping arrangements had been very matter-of-fact, as if there was no chance they'd be sharing with anyone else. It was probably best not to think too much about it, you wouldn't have been surprised if this was just a long running joke between them all.

Bit by bit everyone cleared their plates, nobody left even the smallest amount which made you feel very satisfied. Everyone said their thanks in turn as you collected their plates and ran them under the tap before piling them up for them to be dealt with later. When you turned back around the boys were all looking at you expectantly which made you nervous.

"Well, we best be off..." Paul began "We've intruded your home long enough, I think. You've been a very gracious host, really, thanks so much for all this." Even though he was smiling at you, you couldn't help but frown as they all started getting up from the table.

"There's no rush, honestly. I don't have work today, you can really stay as long as you like." You spoke quicker than you had intended to, but you felt just as you had felt last night when they had started to leave, and the fear of being alone in the house again gripped you tightly.

"That's very kind, but we really need to get back to our very, very, very homely cupboard." John winked, and you winced thinking about that dreaded place.

There was a pause.

"I really can't stand the thought of you guys all holed up there." Your words were escaping quicker than you could think "Why don't you... Why don't you just stay here for a few days? Until you find a proper place? I really, really wouldn't mind... Only if you guys want to, of course." Your voice trailed off, your hands were gripping the edge of the counter behind you.

There was another pause.

"Someone better get God on the phone." John broke the silence in his typically animated way "Cause I think heaven's missing an angel."

George groaned at his cheesy remark "Really John?"

"You're sure about this?" Ringo asked, looking at you with his gentle eyes "It really isn't that bad there, we've probably exaggerated it a fair bit."

"Well, no, it is that bad there, but that doesn't mean you have to feel obliged to let us stay. We'd probably be a right nightmare to live with." Paul was standing behind his chair now.

You let a sigh "You'd be the ones doing me a favour, honestly. I hate being alone in this damn house, and it's been really nice having some proper company for once."

"Well if you put it like that." John started sitting back down again now, looking very smug.

"You'd have to let us know the minute you wanted us out, and we'll be off soon as." Paul sounded more serious "And we can't really offer you that much money, unfortunately, but we could give you something at least."

"This is all getting a bit official." George mumbled.

"Too official maybe." You chuckled "Let's just see how things go. If you all end up being a right pain in the arse then I'll throw you out on the street, that sound good?"

"Sounds perfect." Ringo grinned at you.

You really hadn't planned on any of this, but subconsciously maybe you had been. There was something about being around these four that just made you feel so at home, so unafraid and relaxed, and that wasn't something you wanted to let go easy. If they left now, sure you'd be able to see them at The Cavern and maybe you could hang out a couple of times, but you'd never get this again and the thought of that made you feel so empty.

"We'd best get our things then." Ringo said, looking at the other boys for approval who nodded in turn.

"Can I come?" You asked, drawing a smile from George.

"I dunno... Might cramp our style being seen with our landlady." John joked and you cringed at the word.

"It's quite a walk, but we'll take Ringo's car back." Paul said, glazing over John's joke.

"That's fine, would be nice to get out the house for anything other than work and shopping." You smiled and the boys began leaving the kitchen.

George glanced at himself as he passed the mirror "I cannot be arsed to get dressed." He mumbled, making Ringo chuckle.

"It's a good look, George. Very 'spare any change?'" Ringo stood next to him in the mirror, sizing himself up.

"Piss off." George chuckled, shoving Ringo lightly "We should probably get changed, though."

All in agreement, the boys headed back to fetch their clothes and hurriedly got dressed. You waited outside your bedroom door for George to finish so that you get changed yourself, when he came out of your room he was startled to see you there but then made way for you to get into your room. You mumbled a thanks as you brushed past him and shut the door behind you.

"I'll try not to walk in on you this time." George chuckled as the door shut.

"Try?" You called from the other side, rustling around the piles of clothes on the floor to find something decent.

He didn't respond, only chuckled, then you heard him heading downstairs to join the other boys. You really had to put a wash on, you were running out of clothes that didn't have a stench to them. As you pulled on a turtleneck and some loose-fitting trousers, you made a mental note to wash some clothes when you got back. You headed downstairs to find them all waiting for you, all managing to look fairly sharp in their suits despite wearing yesterday's clothes. You pulled on your shoes and a coat and gave them all a smile to signal that you were ready to go.

"Alrighty, to the cupboard we go!" John announced, opening the door and stepping out into the morning.

George waited for the rest to leave once again so that he could walk with you, the first time he'd done that it had made you feel completely at ease, but now it put you on edge somewhat. You wish you could get rid of this feeling, to just relax and be with George like you would any other friend, but there was something stopping you from doing that. He held the door open for you and you bowed your head in thanks, fiddling with your keys as you went. When the door shut behind you both, he hurried down the steps with his hands in his pockets and watched you as you locked the front door. Then he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, your eyes honing in on his slender fingers and the smoke pouring out from his lips.

God he was beautiful.

#the beatles #beatles #beatles fanfic #the beatles fanfic #beatles fanfiction #george harrison/reader

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What do we do now? - Part 8

Part 8 - Lavender Honey 

A/N: Remus never gets tired of the dragon egg jokes, everyone else may be but he’s not. A little bit of fluff, some stupid Bertram comments as per usual, some smut, and a cliff hanger ending all in one chapter! ALSO please like/ reblog/ comment if you read and feel free to send in drabble requests for this story (Fluff/ angst /smut whateva u feel like)

Warning: This chapter contains smut! It is clearly marked and easy to skip if its not ur cup of T.

Word Count: 4k   Series Masterlist  

The angry pounding at the door continued as Y/n and Remus came to their senses. Through all the banging and yelling Bertram's door remained closed, either he was sleeping through this whole thing or he was purposefully ignoring it.

Y/n got up and stretched as she made her way to Bertram's bedroom door, unaware that he had locked himself in there since she hadn't read the letter he left them last night.

She tapped loud enough for her knocking to sound separate from the stranger outside. “Bertram, there is someone, someone very angry, at the door.”

“I know!” Bertram whined, he was sat against the door listening and dreading having to face his problems, but at least he wasn't running away like Remus or Y/n probably would in this situation.

“Are you going to answer it? What do they want?”

“No! I won't answer it, can’t you tell he is angry?”

“Well, I don't think he is leaving anytime soon.”

“Just tell him I'm not here!” Bertram yelled in the same whiney voice, like a toddler.

Y/n got up and walked towards the door, she grabbed her wand from the floor beside the makeshift bed and yelled to the other side of the door.

“Bertrams not here!”

The person stopped pounding on the door and yelled back, still just as angry. “Bollocks he’s not there, a course he is! And he is going to answer to me! He is going to open this damn door!”

Y/n stepped away from the door and looked at Remus who was standing away from the window even though the curtains were pulled shut.

Remus walked over to Bertram's door and knocked. “Bertram, he isn’t going away. What did you do to piss him off so much anyway?”

“I don't know! Maybe I sold him the wrong potion, maybe I got the bottles mixed up, I do that sometimes.”

Y/n sighed and placed a hand on her forehead, stressed with this entire situation. She turned to the door again and just repeated herself. “Look, I'm very sorry I wish I could help you but Bertram isn't here, I don't know what else to tell you.”

“That’s it, I'm going to report this to the police! And if they think I'm crazy I’ll find the magic police, someone will make you accountable, there must be regulations for a business of this sort. You can’t sell me a love potion that is actually a fire breathing potion and expect to get away with it!”

Remus peaked out the window and watched as the angry man stormed down to the road and got in his car speeding away and disappearing into the distance.

Y/n placed her head against the door, relieved to at least have made the man go away.

“Good morning.” Remus joked as he fixed the blankets on the bed and flicked his wand transfiguring the bed back into a couch. “Fancy some breakfast?”

“Please.” She groaned and they went to the kitchen to find some sort of food. Y/n sat on the stool against the counter and propped her head up with her hands watching Remus try to sort through the fridge.

“Slim pickings I'm assuming?” She asked and Remus closed the fridge with a nod.

“I could always fry up some Dragon eggs?”

“Very funny. Is there any bread in the cupboard there?” Y/n asked and Remus opened the cupboard beside the fridge.

“Yes, there are seven, seven loaves of the same type of bread. And we have a toaster, all we need is,” Remus paused as he looked through the other cupboards, “Peanut butter?”

“Perfect.”

Remus made them both toast and sorted through the cupboards to find them some coffee and tea.

They sat silently, backs arched as they leaned their elbows on the counter in front of them, kitchen islands are really impractical for posture. Bertram opened his door and peeked out, hoping they wouldn't see him but they both turned their heads in sync, looking at Bertram when his door creaked and gave him away.

He was very clearly trying to sneak out.

“If you were trying to sneak past us you could have gone out the window, or even apparated away?” Y/n questioned as she munched down on her toast, she wasn't angry with him and Bertram was visibly relieved.

“I thought you might be sleeping, I was trying to be quiet.”

“We spoke to you less than five minutes ago.” Remus deadpanned from behind his coffee mug.

Bertram just nodded, accepting that he had been caught and was out of dumb excuses.

“You really fucked up.” Y/n said as she wiped some crumbs off the counter, “mixing up a love potion with one that makes you breathe fire? A big difference with those, a dangerous difference.”

“Honestly I think they are equally as dangerous, given the nature of some love potions and all,” Remus commented, humour dark like his coffee.

“I know.” Bertram pouted in the same whiney voice from earlier, falling onto the couch with a huff.

“Well next time he comes you should really talk to him, offer him a free dragon egg for his troubles or something.” Remus teased.

“We can just Obliviate him? If he comes back.” Y/n said giving Remus a questioning look as if to ask him for his input.

“You want us to obliviate him?” Remus asked.

“I mean it’s what we are supposed to do when we find out a muggle has seen magic of some sort.” She explained.

“You’re right, I guess it keeps our hands clean too. If he does find the ministry somehow and he gets here before them at least we can say we tried.” Remus offered but Bertram stood up walking across the room swiftly.

“He won't be able to contact the ministry he’s a muggle!” He argued.

“Well, he found a way to get his muggle hands on magic potions so if he’s determined I'm sure he will find a way to contact them somehow, we just have to hope he tries to come back here first.” Y/n placed a hand lightly on Bertram's shoulder, trying to comfort him as his wide bloodshot eyes gave away how stressed and tired he was.

Bertram just nodded slowly, squinting his eyes as he was in deep thought. He offered no explanation before grabbing his wand and a fist full of floo powder before disappearing in a flash of green fire.

“Okay, see you later Bertram!” Remus sarcastically said as he stood up and patted his palms against his legs looking around for what to do now. Y/n was just standing there leaning against the counter waiting for Remus to do or say something. It was nice being in one place after weeks of travelling, nowhere to go. The forest was nice in that sense but it was like camping, and you can only enjoy camping for so long. There comes a point where a real hot shower and a big warm bed are deeply missed.

“This cottage is really nice actually, needs a bit of cleaning though.”

“Are you suggested we clean it?” Y/n asked with a smile, cleaning wasn't nearly as much of a dreadful task when magic was involved.

“Sure.”

With no further words exchanged the two started cleaning, falling into a good rhythm, they really were a good team. Y/n opened the curtains and cracked the windows to let in some fresh air, Remus found a closet with cleaning supplies that flew out and started cleaning once he opened the door. 

They started grabbing books that had fallen off the moving bookshelves and arranged them neatly, Y/n ran her fingers across the spines as she skimmed through the titles, “there are some good books here.”

“I’d hate to say Bertram has good taste.” Remus teased.

“There's no way these are his, they are his grandmothers I'm sure, I think everything here is.”

“Except the illegal stuff.” Remus joked and they both laughed, Y/n placed a finger over the shiny book that would open the storage room but looked hesitantly at Remus before daring to move it.

“We should let the cleaning supplies get in here don't ya think?”

“Yeah, they will be gentle. Better than if we, or dare I say, Bertram, were to try and clean in there.”

With a giggle Y/n pulled the book out, stepping back as the bookshelf disappeared into the floor. She stepped aside and the cleaning supplies that had just finished cleaning the kitchen and living room went inside. She stood patiently, watching as the charmed cleaning supplies cleaned everything, dusting the shelves and mopping the floor, cleaning the burnt cauldron so it sparkled again. They flew out and Remus was waiting on the other side of the room to let them into the basement. After that, they dared to even let the supplies in Bertram's bedroom and the bathroom that they hadn't even noticed.

Y/n and Remus stood in the doorway of the bathroom, it was nice, arguably the nicest part of the house. Maybe that's just the opinion of Y/n and Remus, two people who have been living outdoors and on this wild runaway adventure with no nice bathrooms, and also the biggest introverts you could ever meet.

Maybe that’s why this cottage with its secluded location, wall-length bookshelves, large windows, comfy couches, isolated backyard and now a lavish bathroom with a huge bathtub and separate shower, was so appealing to them.

“We have cleaned the entire house, now it’s time for the house to clean us!” Y/n said excitedly as she ran across the room to the bathtub and kneeled in front of it placing her arms and hands over the side as she admired the smooth porcelain.

“Not sure that makes sense but I get the point.” Remus teased.

Y/n looked up at him with the biggest eyes of admiration, the kind she had always looked at him with, though he was unaware of it most times. “If you need me I’ll be in here for the next five years.”

“I think that’s ample time for relaxation, would you like me to grab you a book and your pyjamas from the car?”

Remus leaned down a bit as he spoke to her, grabbing her cheeks gently and squeezing them before he moved his hand to the side, she nuzzled her cheek into his palm as she smiled, shutting her eyes. It was a peaceful expression, Remus almost didn’t want to look away.

“It's not even noon, you think I should put my pyjamas on already?” She asked, eyes still shut and a smile still across her face.

“Well, why not, it's not like we are going anywhere.”

“You’re just full of brilliant ideas today aren't you.”

Remus chuckled as he placed a kiss on her forehead before standing back up and leaving the room. As he shut the door, not knowing when Bertram would be back, he heard the tap turn on and the sound of Y/n shuffling through the cabinet for bath products.

When he got back, with a good book that he picked out for her guessing what she would like based off how well he knew her, and a pair of pyjamas which were just plaid pyjama shorts and a very oversized t-shirt that he recognized as probably being one of James’, he knocked quietly before creaking the door open.

“I have your requested supplies, Mini.”

“You sound like my potions assistant again.” Y/n joked from inside the tub, she was fully submerged and hidden behind a mountain of purple bubbles, the room smelled like lavender and honey and the bathwater was so hot the mirror was already fogged up.

“No potion supplies here, just a book and some Pj’s.” Remus smiled as he tried to avoid looking in the soapy water, he placed the items on a dry part of the counter beside the sink.

“Come ‘ere” Y/n almost whispered and Remus instantly abided before she even finished her words.

He leaned against the side of the tub, knees against the floor and elbows resting on the edge, his sleeves already a bit damp. Y/n grabbed some bubbles on her fingertips and rubbed them across Remus’ face, leaving some to pile up on top of his nose. He scrunched his face up as if it bothered him but his smile and red cheeks gave him away.

“How can I ever thank you?” she asked quietly as she ran her fingers through the curls that fell in his face, getting them wet as she played with them.

“You can thank me by having a relaxing bath with me sometime.” He suggested.

“Some time? But there's one right here right now!” She said in a slow teasing tone that made Remus’ heart beat faster, he gripped the side of the tub, knuckles turning white as his mind raced.

“You want me to come in there? With you?” He asked timidly. 

They hadn’t done much since that night in the car, even that was mere foreplay, they hadn't even kissed that much since then, not having a moment alone without Bertram hovering around. Neither of them being big on PDA. 

Y/n just nodded, a wicked smile on her face.

Remus put his hand in the water swooshing it around, “If I get in there it will overflow and spill everywhere.”

“Oh no, too bad we don't have a magic mop in the other room.” 

*****Smut starts*****

She smiled as she got on her knees bringing her upper half out of the water, wet and sudsy skin making Remus blush more. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him close so his lips were on hers, she kissed him quickly, unsure of how much time they truly had. Remus moved his hands to her breasts, rubbing his fingers gently across the bubbles, brushing against her nipples with his fingertips and before he knew it he was being pulled in with a splash and a flood spilled on the floor.

The bathtub was big enough that they could both fit if they were careful but they were in such a heated hurry that they splashed about as they moved around, kissing intensely only pausing to smile on each other's lips. Y/n had her back against the porcelain tub as Remus hovered over her. His clothes were too wet and heavy to easily take off on his own so Y/n slowly peeled them off piece by piece as he slid his hand between her thighs. 

Her legs spread as far as they could since she was pinned beneath him, his knees on either side of her hips. His fingers pushed inside her with little rhythm, every time he moved his arm the water would spill over the side of the tub a little more. 

Her fingers fiddled with his pants, trying to get them off him but the effort proved useless. He smiled against her cheek as he moved to kiss down her neck before pulling his fingers away and moving his hands to grip her hips, carefully wrapping her legs around his waist and then lifting them both out of the tub. Taking careful steps around the bubbly puddles and then placing her on the bathroom counter. The cold smooth tile underneath her warm bare skin.

Remus was still wearing his pants, his shirt and sweater were successfully taken off by Y/n in the tub. He stood between Y/n’s legs as she wrapped them around his waist and pulled him closer to her. She continued her mission from before, if she was completely naked why shouldn’t he be. It took a bit of teamwork to get his soaked jeans off of him, building up the tension and impatience they were both feeling for one another. 

She wanted to see him completely naked for so long, the last time they did this it left too much to the imagination, and when they went swimming he was hidden under the water from her examining and detail searching eyes.

She didn’t get to spend too much time admiring his pale skin, covered in scars and odd freckles here and there before he grabbed her face, kissing her roughly before pushing inside of her. They both gasped, shocked at the new feeling. His hands moved from gently holding her cheeks to grabbing her hips, pulling her closer to him with each thrust.

She wrapped her hands around his shoulders, moving her hands over his wet back, digging her nails in to keep him close.

Remus placed a hand on the mirror to steady himself. This was not the smartest way for them to do this for the first time, it was clumsy and slippery and desperate and exploratory and not thoroughly planned out like everything they do together. His hand slides against the glass of the mirror as he thrusts faster and deeper, his forehead is pressed to hers because he can’t focus on this and kissing her at the same time.

She wants to say something but isn’t sure what’s right to say, her mind is clouded and all she can think of, all she can feel is him.

“Rem, Remus…” She muttered through scattered breaths as the tension-filled her stomach as she came undone. Remus thrust a few more times before coming, kissing her and pushing her against the mirror to her back.

He pulled away from the kiss, smiling sheepishly at her and she just smiled back at him.

“Now I feel like I need another bath.”

“That can be arranged,” he teased before he kissed her once more.

*****smut ends******

-

Bertram rushed around the small kitchen making some sort of food, Y/n was sat on the stool at the kitchen island and Remus was stood on the other side of it, trying not to be in Bertram's way. They were unfazed by the commotion Bertram was causing, he insisted he didn't need any help. 

Bertram had been gone almost all day and had only come back around 6 pm, with a few groceries in hand thankfully.

Y/n looked at Remus from behind her mug, her eyes travelled from the floor and then up to his face. He was already looking at her. They both stayed like that, silently examining each other, a smile broke across Y/n’s face, simply because he made her happy.

They looked at the faces in front of them, wondering how they went from strangers to classmates, to acquaintances and then to this, whatever this was. They went from existing in the same small world to being each other's whole lives, their points of view focused on each other. 

The background blurred when she stared at him, she took a sip from her tea and he raised a teasing brow. He was about to tease her, tell her to take a picture as it would last longer, but smoke passed in front of his face catching both their attention.

It was clear Bertram really did need help.

Remus chuckled and turned to help him as Y/n watched in amusement from her seat. After a few struggled minutes Y/n was presented with a plate with two burnt pancakes on it.

Before they could all sit down and enjoy the sweet moment and the hopefully sweet pancakes, there was a loud banging on the door again. All of their smiles faded.

“Bertram! Open the door. Answer me you lying bastard!”

Remus was the first to stand he walked over to the door and went to turn the nob to open it but Bertram ran up behind him.

“No.” He whispered but Remus shook his head. 

“You can’t hide forever. Just obliviate him.” Remus said before he forced the door open, his wand in his hand hidden behind his back.

The man started yelling but Bertram said nothing in response he stared blankly at the angry man in front of him.

“Bertram, do it!” Y/n yelled from her seat as she watched nervously.

Bertram shook his head, a clear look of fear on his face so Remus pushed him aside, silently casting obliviate on the angry muggle in front of him.

Suddenly three Auror’s appeared, wands drawn. The muggle man looked around confused as ever as to where he was and what was happening.

“You obliviated him?” One of the Aurors asked as she looked at the muggle.

Bertram shook his head, making them believe that Remus was who they were looking for.

“So you are Bertram Aubrey then?” The woman asked Remus and he shook his head. One of the Aurors stepped forward, Remus recognized him. 

Of the three Aurors in front of them, there was a woman he didn’t recognize but looked not much older than him, and two men who he recognized as Dirk Cresswell and Davey Gudgeon. 

“No, that's Remus Lupin,” Davey said.

“Uh yeah, that's Bertram, but I am the one who Obliviated the muggle, that's a law. I followed the law.” Remus said, he was panicked but he was trying to sound calm and sure of himself as he spoke slowly and clearly.

“We know the laws, and being apart of the black market for potions and creatures is against the law.” The woman snapped at him.

“I'm not,” Remus argued but he was interrupted by Dirk.

“Then why obliviate him?”

Remus didn't want to admit that he knew what Bertram was doing and he couldn't think of any excuses fast enough.

“That's what I thought,” Dirk said as they went behind Remus and used a spell to lock his arms behind his back, they did the same to Bertram.

Y/n ran to the door, not worried about being arrested herself.

“You can’t take him! He's innocent I swear.” She pleaded, tears filling her eyes at the sight of Remus being pulled away.

“Well, even if he is, he just obliviated our witness so I think he will prove useful. Stay safe out here all alone little lady, there are wolves in these woods I hear.” Dirk teased.

“Sorry about this Y/n, and I’m sorry about James too. Just stay here in case we need to come back for you, we have no reason to take you in now but please don't run.” Davey said before they all apparated away leaving Y/n standing in the doorway by herself, unable to do anything to help them. 

She was alone now, in a place that wasn’t home and only felt like it because of who she was with. The backseat of the car felt like home with Remus there, the forest felt like home and the shitty motels did too as long as Remus was there with her. But now he wasn't.

Loneliness consumed her and she fell to her knees as she whispered to herself.

“What do I do now?”

The emphasis on the I hurt, because the honesty of it all was that Remus wasn't there to ask her this. He wasn't there for her to focus on and guide, Bertram wasn’t there to be clueless and she had never felt so hopeless and powerless. How could Davey look at her, offer his empty apologies to her and then take them away anyways, leave her there? They weren't close friends at all but he knew James, how could he take Remus away like that?

She sat like that for an hour staring down the driveway, until a black shaggy dog ran down the road and stopped at the door, staring at her through the thin screen.

At first, she thought it was a wolf, but as it got closer she realized it wasn’t.

She didn't fear the dog, she welcomed anything to cease the loneliness, but its eyes seemed not those of a dog but of a human.

Where did this mysterious dog come from?

Part 9

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[bonetrousledbones]

5, 10, 11, 13, 15, 18?

oh shit it’s been so long since i’ve gotten an ask for these that i forgot i was doing em lmao

5. What’s your favorite soundtrack?

tbh i,, don’t really know what this question means? i obviously love the entire Undertale soundtrack, bc who doesn’t, if it means favorite song tho then it’s a tie between Bonetrousle & Megalovania, because Megalovania still fuckin slaps

10. Your first letter to Mettaton was:

in my first playthrough I’m pretty sure I reset before I got to Mettaton because I ended up doing a neutral run first, but in my second playthrough i’m like 99% sure I said “leg so hot. hot hot leg. leg so hot u fry an egg.” he liked it

11. Your reaction when you saw Omega Flowey for the first time:

I’m pretty sure I audibly screamed, lmao. You never expect something like that with Undertale’s art style, especially not back when it was still new & only a few months old rip

13. Which UT character reminds you of yourself?

Papyrus, definitely. I like him so much because I can really relate to him, in the sense of (it might get a bit sad here sorry) being the “forgotten” sibling & not having many friends who actually know you as a person :/ I also try to be as optimistic as i can too, tho!!

15. (answered here)

18. Did you do sth in the game you regret?

ok i have a confession,,, I tried to kill Papyrus in my first playthrough :( i SUCKED during his fight and he threw me in the shed twice so i got frustrated. luckily, he beat me the 3rd time and just let me go, so i didn’t actually kill him

later on in that run I started treating UT like a normal RPG, by which I mean I started killing monsters for no reason other than i needed money & more HP. i stopped & reset abt halfway through hotland tho, and I haven’t done anything but true pacifist since!!

#trousled rambles #emphasis on rambles #utasks #i will never stop regretting that first playthrough #i'm rlly glad i never saw it to the end tbh #that would SUCKED

[zaoldyeck]

leg so hot u can fry an egg 🍳

#fire emblem #fire embem awakening #fe henry #disney princess henry #fe13 #shin cosplay #fe cosplay

[streetsteel]

My url tho

HONEST OPINIONS. NO REFUNDS. – NOT accepting

my opinion on;

character in general: OK WE GOT A BADASS YAKUZA TEAM THAT IS NOT ROCKET AND IS JUST. SO GOOD. AND WE GOT A COOL LEADER? WHO IS ALSO BIG DAD? IM LOVE?????how they play them: hot leg hot leg hot leg leg so hot you can fry an eggthe mun: we just recently started talking but you’re a cool bean and im a shy potat but yOU’RE COOL AAA

do i;

follow them: yesrp with them: need to like. FIGURE SOMETHING OUT though we do a little on sidebloggewant to rp with them: -sassy cat vc- yasship their character with mine: jay just stares like you may spank it. once. 

what is my;

overall opinion: whussup yakuza dad im lov u 

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

#❞░▐ REPLIES; #❞░▐ OOC; #onehitdrcgon

[flamingpossums]

leg so hot hot hot leg leg so hot u fry an eg

not sure if i can fry an egg on them but i might try

#ask #anon #art

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

Flexibility is Infinitely Cooler Than Strength and No One Can Convince Me Otherwise

Flexibility Is Infinitely Cooler Than Strength And No One Can Convince Me Otherwise by BoopedMySnake

When little Izuku Midoriya signed up for gymanstic, acrobatic, and ballet class, no one suspected he would use the powers of flexibility to become a hero. "Heroes need to strength to win," yeah right. Too BORING. Too UNORIGINAL. WE NEED SOME OF THEM CARTWHEELS! THEM S P L I T S! THEM B A C K F L I P S!

Or, in other words, Izuku is waaaaaaaaaay too obsessed with Ladybug and Black Widow. Although, in his defense, heroes need to spice up their fighting styles. Honestly.

Words: 303, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Mostly Everyone

Additional Tags: Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Ballet over Brawn, Miraculous Ladybug References, Anyone who says that ballet isn't cool is lying and they know it, Flexibility, honestly acrobatics and gymnastics is underrated, Cinnamon Roll Midoriya Izuku, Fanboy Midoriya Izuku, Does anyone actually use tags the way they're supposed to be, leg so hot, hot hot leg, leg so hot u fry an egg

Read Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/20406517

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♠ #Izuku Midoriya #R:T #A:Booped #Quirkless AU

[mugsywrites]

Trailer Reaction

My detailed thoughts and spec.  Includes filming spoilers:

Rick: It’s been awhile since we’ve had one of these talks.

He’s obviously talking to Negan. Snore. I’m already sick of his ass.

Shot of Maggie in a white button up overlooking construction of the Hilltop. Still wears her wedding ring. :(

BABY RHEE!!!!!!! MY SKIN IS CLEAR! CROPS ARE FLOURISHING!

More Rick VO of him rubbing in how much better off they all are without Negan. Shots of Rick smiling at Judith frolicking in a field.

Next shot is of Richonne on horseback and Daryl on his bike riding into Hilltop. Supposedly Maggie is refusing to send food to the Sanctuary and Rick and Michonne have to come talk to her about it. Think it might be this scene.

Judith, Michonne, and Michonne’s AMAZING GUNS in a field growing shit:

Rick VO: Blah blah blah Negan u suck and we rock.

Walker. Rick and Michonne riding through the abandoned capitol, Rick takes out a walker with a mace and Michonne takes out another with her sword and AMAZING GUNS. *sn: this is the day I went to stalk the filming and spotted the AMAZING GUNS in person.

Shot of sexy AF Aaron strolling through a construction site. He’s bearded and sweaty and in a tight shirt. Daryl is there. Later in the trailer they show a bridge that’s been destroyed, I’m guessing this is all the communities grouping together to build a new one.

Shot of Rick at the Sanctuary, telling them he’ll give them what they need to get on their feet. Random Savior says “Bless you Rick Grimes.” I’m guessing this is when Rick finds out about Maggie starving the Sanctuary.

Shot of Zeke, Carol, Daryl, Sydney, Anne, Father G, Maggie, going into what looks like a museum. Walking over a glass walkway over a pit of walkers. According to spoilers Zeke falls through and nearly dies, Carol freaks out, he is rescued by Daryl.

Shot of Michonne using her AMAZING GUNS to lower an old wagon down the museum stairs. She’s aided by Daryl, Sydney, Carzekiel, Siddiq, Anne, Maggie, Father G, Rick, and Enid. I’m guessing this is right before Zeke’s close call. We know they manage to get the wagon out since there were BTS shots of them driving it out. 

Rick walks through a tent city. TSDF said that this was a group of Saviors who’d abandoned the Sanctuary but I think it’s the construction site since we see Tara  and Anne walk by.

Negan: blah blah blah I’m a waste of carbon

Walkers.

Shot of a windvane. I point this out because it looks like it has “COMMONWEALTH” written on it. Easter egg/foreshadowing?

Old Man Rick in a rocking chair talking to Maggie. She gives a callback to Rick saying he’d be following her, but didn’t. (she’s wearing the same blue plaid shirt as the scenes in the capitol) Walkers. Maggie fighting walkers in a blue button up shirt over a white tanktop, wearing the same one when she’s walking with Daryl down the road.

Rick at tent city/bridge construction site. Carzekiel are in the background snuggling by the fire (Carol’s wearing a light gray shirt)

Michonne tells Maggie she’s out of line (I’m guessing for starving the Saviors)

Who wore it better? Ha, trick question, the answer is Michonne.

Rick moving through tent city. Anne and Gabriel are hanging out in a tent, Arat and Laura the Saviors are being Sapphic, this shot of Rosita’s butt in these leggings made me gay:

JERRY AND NABILA!!! PURE!!! WHOLESOME!!! INVENTED LOVE!!!

Daryl punches Zach McGowan so hard he goes flying back into a tree. Carol emerges from the tent where Ezekiel was going down on her for hours last night (same gray shirt as when she was cuddling him by the fire) and tells him to stop beating up Captain Vane. Daryl does not stop, instead he picks up a frying pan and bashes him over the head with it.

Daryl VO talking about how back when they were a small group they could do anything. Badass guitar music kicks in. King Rick and Queen Michonne riding through Hilltop looking badass AF. Maggie in the same white button up looking Done and grabbing a wicked looking crowbar. Carol in her gray shirt walking through the woods with a knife raised. Daryl on his bike wearing his boyfriend’s bandana and throwing spears at walkers.  Construction site lets loose a stack of logs to roll over some walkers. Rick fighting walkers at the site, in the background are Father G and Anne, Sydney, and Laura the Savior.

Rickyll in a dark, candlelit room having a lovers’ spat. Henry gets in on the Captain Vane disrespect, using the sweet moves that Uncle Morgan taught him to beat his ass with a staff. An asshole Savior dares to lay his hands on Aaron. Wider shot of the same scene shows Daryl fighting Captain Vane right beside him.

Michonne looking radiant, saying that she doesn’t know if “they’re” ever going to forgive each other, followed by a shot of Richonne and Carzekiel walking through the Sanctuary. Spy pro-Negan graffiti. Guessing that Banksy prick is responsible. Asshole Savior who dared to harm Aaron is in a Mexican standoff with Carol. Jerry creeps in holding a gun to back her up. Rick looking pensive. Father G sees a drawing that Anne left him of what looks like the same woman implied to be his wife/GF in his introductory episode. Boots that look like Rick’s shown stumbling with blood dripping. Shot of Daryl sharpening his knife, and I wonder if there’s an in-unverse explanation for his BBH logo tattoo.

Negan continues to waste my and Rick’s time talking.

Shot of the collapsed bridge with the group on one side. Looks like it’s on the way to or from the capitol since they’re wearing the same clothes. Desus stand next to Richonne and Carzekiel. Anne looks creepy AF as she takes a helmet off a walker’s head. Enid looks worried. Arat and (maybe?) Captain Vane erect a crucified walker to act as a scarecrow. Eugene’s first appearance in the trailer, I did not miss him. Maggie and Jesus walk through Hilltop. The latter looks, like, distressingly beautiful. He’s been working out, you can tell, and it’s fucking glorious. Group at the museum, walkers, crossbows, etc.  Michonne at Casa Grimes looking at her sword. Tara looking through a pair of binoculars and giving a subtle middle-finger while doing so. Flock of crows taking off in a cornfield from Rick(?) and someone else. Daryl and Carol alone on a loading dock, she puts his head on his shoulder. I’m guessing this is when they have the teased convo about their relationship, and I’m hoping it’s based on comics!Rick and Michonne, where the former calls the latter his “best friend” and says he doesn’t want her to be miserable.

Bridge construction. Rick on his knees out of breath, while behind him group including Dianne, Jerry, Daryl (still dual wielding), Eugene, and Carol charges. Shot of Carol unholstering her gun while the Kingdom squad backs her up.  Anne on a walkie talkie with that damned helicopter in the background. Rickyl riding a motorcycle together. Shot of Alden, random Hilltopper, and Jesus looking solemn at Maggie under a scaffold. Spoilers say that the blacksmith Earl Sutton’s son is killed on the museum trip, Gregory gets him drunk and convinces him to attack Maggie, and when she finds out has him executed. Looks like Earl and Brett Butler’s character are there as well. Girl fight between Rosita and Laura. Ladies, just kiss it out.

Anne returns to her junk yard. Graffiti that reads “final warning”.  Aaron-attacking-asshole-Savior signs his own death warrant and holds Carol hostage at knife point. Rick and Daryl get off the bike. Daryl looks like he’s having a tantrum. Walkers. Sydney struggles with a walker while Daryl uses the sweet moves he learned from Jesus to take out two walkers with his knives. Walkers menace an unconscious Rick. Maggie fights Gregory.  Michonne takes out some walkers with the moonlight glinting off her AMAZING GUNS. More bickering Rickyl. Michonne finds what looks like Lucille but could be Rick’s mace.

MAGNA’S AMAZING GROUP OF LESBIANS Y’ALL. I CAN HARDLY CONTAIN MYSELF.

The token dude/honorary lesbian says he was a music teacher. Magna is hot AF and says she waited tables at a truck stop. Connie is a beautiful Deaf woman who communicates via ASL that she was a journalist. Her butch girlfriend interprets for her. Quick shot of Yumiko, she’s gorgeous. MAGNA’S AMAZING GROUP OF LESBIANS fights walkers and creeps into Casa Grimes.

Finally, Eugene and Rosita are running from a herd of walkers. They cover themselves in mud and lay still as they pass overhead. Hear a creepy voice whisper “Where are they?” Eugene looks like he just shat himself.

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