#might be for the best but I’m glad they doin it

[lethalchiralium]

Delicate | Simon “Ghost” Riley x König x AFAB!Wife!Reader (18+)

a/n: do not burn me at the stake this is like the third time i’ve ever written smut LEAVE ME BE (thank you @as-is-above-so-below for beta-ing you’re so awesome) ALSO THIS IS A COMPLETE STAND ALONE HAHA

warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ ONLY, ALL MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED. AFAB Anatomy. Pregnant sex, oral sex (F receiving), lactation kink.

18+ BELOW THE CUT

“C’mon, Mama, stay still.”

Your hands fisted the sheets below you as both of your husbands lay on top of you - both touching you for the first time in weeks.

König settled in between your thighs, thin brown stubble scratching your soft skin as he sucked on your clit. His arms curled around your legs to keep you in place, one of his large hands settled on the juncture between your hip and leg to hold you down.

Ghost was cradled in your arms, sucking on your leaking nipple as his fingers tweaked the other. You held both of their heads by their hair, your back arched up from the mattress as König’s tongue fell further.

You wanted them to take you again, hold you down as they rammed their cocks into you at an excruciating pace - but your rounded and pregnant belly made everything difficult. This would suffice, though; they had been gone for a few weeks, and your fingers just couldn’t satisfy you like theirs could. Damn your pregnancy hormones, nauseous one minute and horny the next. You were glad you had them both, satisfying both of your needs - your breasts painfully full of milk and the need to be fucked.

König’s tongue was long, yet not as skilled as Ghost’s, and even though he gave you shallow laps with it, you were ready to explode. Your hand curled at the root of his jaw length brown hair, pushing him further into your cunt - feeling his tongue push in. As soon as he shoved the rest of his tongue into you, Ghost’s teeth nibbled at your nipple. Your hand tugged at his short hair, pushing him farther into your breast.

Pressure on the top of your clit came from Ghost’s thumb, and you bucked your hips into König’s face; his tongue dug deeper and he groaned in pleasure. He sucked at your cunt, making your head roll backwards on the pillow.

With a little pop from your nipple, Simon pulled away, taking large breaths in quickly. “Doin’ okay?”

You nodded feverishly, mouth open and panting. “Fuck me already.”

König pulled away from your cunt, “I’m too long for her, might hurt the little one.” He leaned back up, you whined at the missing heat. “Switch me.”

“On your side,” Simon muttered, and you willingly complied feeling like a dog in heat the way you needed them. It would be best for you to be on your side with Simon’s tendency to collapse on top of you or König - and no matter how they would do anything at your request, the child that grew in your womb was theirs to protect. Didn’t matter whose it was biologically, neither man would harm that child. “Tell me if I hurt you,” Simon murmured against your ear as his hand crept between your legs, your breath hitched. Your back curled against his chest as his thicker fingers traced shapes on your clit, your eyes tightly shut.

The bed creaked as König laid in front of you, bringing his now clean fingers to your face, rubbing your cheek as he pressed his forehead into yours. “Breathe, Liebling.”

Your forehead dug into König’s, panting as he moved one of his hands down to your heat, but not touching you where you wanted - his hand held onto your thigh and pulled your leg up just a little bit.

It wasn’t more than a second before Simon pushed himself in, your eyes rolled back into your head as you let out a lewd moan, and König pressed his lips to yours, cutting off the sound and squeezing your thigh. Heat pooled from the middle of your chest all the way down to your core, your walls clenching around Simon’s cock. The man behind you groaned, his face pressing into your shoulder as he kept pushing in.

The soft kisses from König almost kept you distracted as Simon dragged his teeth against your skin when he bottomed out. “Touch me,” you whimpered, “Please.”

The man in front of you pressed another kiss to your lips before you felt Simon’s hand take your leg from him, allowing him to press his fingers into your clit. As soon as you jolted from the pleasure, Simon pulled out a little and thrusted back in - your mouth pulled into a silent scream as he began to pound into you.

König kept his hand on your clit, the other holding your face as you panted, euphoric and hormonal. His thumb rubbed circles into your bundle of nerves, your head moved forward into König’s neck.

“Such a good mama,” the man in front of you whispered into your ear, the head of Simon’s cock hitting the spongy spot in your pussy and making you whimper. “Being so good to us.”

Simon’s forehead still against your shoulder, his grip holding onto your hips as he kept drilling into you - knowing he wasn’t long enough to hurt the baby, but thick enough to make you go stupid.

“Taking him so well, is this what you wanted?” König mumbled to you, and you nodded feverishly in response. “Oh, Liebling. You’re just so needy.”

“Yes,” You panted, nodding into his neck. “Yes yes yes,”

“Did you touch yourself while we were away?” His words made you want to move your hand from his hip and pull his cock out of his pants, stick it in next to Simon’s and let them have at it. But, you just nodded as Simon’s hand shifted your leg up higher so he could thrust at a deeper angle, pulling another yet another groan from you. “Just so needy.”

“Horny, is the word.” Simon muttered from gritted teeth, his forehead sticky against you. “Fuckin’ tight, bloody Hell.”

“So good, let him take whatever he wants, hm? If our little baby was not inside of you right now, I would shove myself in beside him. I’d go so slow, you’d never want to leave,” König’s teeth nipped your chin before he placed wet kissed to your neck, teeth grazed supple skin as the sound of Simon’s hips hitting your ass grew louder. There was a long moment it was only the melody that was your love. König sucking on your throat, your moans into König’s ear as Ghost rutted into you, choked grunts escaping his throat. König lapped at the bites he made before murmuring, “You’ll never leave us, right, princess?” His kisses made it down to your breasts, his long and warm tongue dragging over a leaking nipple. You jolted against Simon, clenching around him and he let out a surprised laugh.

“Tell us princess, tell us what feels so good,” Simon smirked against your skin. “And we’ll do even better for you.”

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[wingedhallows]

we'll be family, part 2; sirius black

pairing: sirius black x reader | 2.6k words plot: sirius is finally back and your godson is as well. You're determined to finally be a family, no one will come between, you're determined. prompt: "we'll be family" authors note: I might make this in a short part siries :)

navigation | part one

You’ve hated these neatly built houses as much as you did fifteen years ago, the way every single one of them looked exactly the same made you want to vomit, it bored you to death.

Harry was tucked behind you, even if he was almost taller than you. You lifted your hand and knocked three times before you could hear some shuffling inside.

The door opened without a sound and Lily’s sister came to sight, her face contorted into a confused or rather bewildered expression.

“Who might you be?” She screeched, her voice had given you a headache all those years ago as well. You’ve been here before, with Lily actually. She had invited her sister and her pig of a husband to their wedding. They didn’t want to hear her out, kicking her out after you had shoved your wand into their faces, ready to recite a curse.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten me, Petunia.” You gave her a small smirk before you walked straight past her, your hand in Harry’s as you spoke. “Go, get your things.” Harry had left some books and clothes behind, not everything had found its place in his trunk when he ran away. Harry gave you a nod and sprinted up the stairs.

“Get out of my house this instant, Y/N.” She did remember you.

You turned around and a small chuckle escaped you.

“I’m not here because your company is so exquisite, Petunia. I’m simply here because my godson forgot some of his stuff.” Some heavy footsteps sounded from within the house and Vernon came into sight. His eyes were wide, a pint of ice cream in his fat hands. “What’s she doin’ here?” He grumbled, cheeks painted red from even the littlest physical effort.

“Lovely to see you again as well, Vernon.” You waved at him dramatically and leaned back against the wall. “Get out, right now.” You sighed and shoved a cigarette between your lips. With a tap from your finger it lit itself.

“You really wanna talk to me like that?” You took a drag and blew the smoke in his direction. He didn’t answer as his eyes flew up the stairs. Harry has been rummaging through his former room for a few minutes. You had told him to be thorough, you didn’t want to come back here again.

“How’s your sister, oh, I forgot she’s a bit out of reach lately, right?” Vernon clenched his fat jaw and Petunia threw her hand in front of her mouth with a gasp.

“Well, I’m glad he’s gone actually.” Vernon spoke as he licked the spoon clean. You nodded and blew some more smoke. “Me too, you lot are so awfully boring.” Petunia walked past you to stand next to her disgusting husband. “Excuse me?” You laughed, cigarette sizzling away in your hand.

“You should be ashamed actually.” You paused as you walked up to her, your face now awfully close to her own. “To tell him his parents were killed in a car accident.” Your eyes were cold as you blew some smoke in her face, she had to cough as you watched her, mouth in a sour snarl.

”To say his father was an unemployed drunk when he was one of the best Aurors out there.” You paused, eyeing her up and down.

“Merlin was wise to not grant someone like you a spark of magic.” The stud of the cigarette now in your palm as it vanished. “God knows what a disaster that would’ve been.” 

Harry shuffled down the stairs as you turned around with a bright smile on your face. You embraced his face in your hands and placed a quick peck to his forehead. He gave you a small smile and said, “I’ve got everything.” You nodded and grabbed his hand.

“You were never cut out to be parents, not even with your own.”

You brought a hand to the back of Harry’s head and petted him lovingly.

“He was always better off without you, I hope you know that.” Both of them didn’t speak as you gave Harry a tight smile and said, “Ready?” He nodded and without another word you apparated both of you away, back to Grimmauld Place, back to Sirius.

Your hand was in Sirius’ hair as he had his head in your lap, the book in your other hand hovered over his head. He hummed with his eyes closed as Harry darted into the living room. Your head whipped to the young boy and you closed the book to place it down. Sirius stirred and sat up, his hand snaked around your shoulders.

“Did you need something, Harry?” He nodded and sat down on the small stool in front of the both of you.

“I wanted to ask you about something.” You nodded, waiting for him to continue. Sirius hand found your upper arm to squeeze it lovingly, you looked at him and your heart felt so full. You leaned over to place a kiss on his lips.

“Right, I wanted to ask you about this picture.” He placed one of the many fotobooks on the tiny table and placed his finger on a picture.

Sirius and you were intertwined, limbs crossed and slung in a comfortable manner. The picture displayed you on top of a blonde individual, your fist raised and as fast punching down, sure to break the person's nose.

“Is that Lucius Malfoy?” You brought a hand to your mouth, trying to stifle a laugh. You simply nodded. Sirius barked a laugh and took the album from Harry’s hands, admiring the memory.

“Godric, she beat him up good.”

“Why?” Harry asked, a small smile on his lips. You sighed with a smile on your face.

“He talked shit about your mum, so I hit him.” Harry laughed, his chin rested on his hand as he listened to you explain. Sirius put the album down and heaved another laugh.

“Hit him? You knocked the lights out of him, like a fuckin’ bulldozer.” Harry shook his head as he eyed the photograph again. A satisfying warmth spread in his chest as he watched your fist connect with Malfoy's face over and over again.

“Well, Pettigrew didn’t waste a minute to snap a picture.” You complained, a hand in your hair. His minions had seen Peter with the camera and insisted on having Dumbledore check it. Because there was evidence, you were down for three weeks of detention.

“I’ve never been someone to just sit by when shitheads like Malfoy insult my friends.” Harry nodded and took the album back. He hesitated but asked anyway.

“I now know a lot about Sirius but not so much about you.” He paused and closed the album.

“Should I tell you about myself?” You asked with a small smile on your face.

Harry nodded and placed the album on the small table. “Please.” You nodded and slung one leg over the other, Sirius hand in yours.

”It’s not all sunshine and rainbows, Harry.” He shook his head. “I don’t care.” You nodded and watched Sirius light himself a cigarette.

“I was born into a fanatic pureblood family, just like Sirius. My parents were cruel, selfish pricks who didn’t care about anything else but their image. Had me dress up and displayed like a circus animal most of the time. I had a younger sister and a younger brother.

Ebony and Caspian were kids when our parents pressured them to be a part of the cause.” You air-quoted the last bit. Your chest tightened, the pain of losing both of your younger siblings still sat deep, it would until your last breath left your lungs.

“Ebony was naive, fast to find her place in the ranks of Voldemort's army.” You paused as you took the cigarette Sirius held out for you to take. Harry looked at you, eager to hear more.

“Caspian was wiser, he listened to me and became a member of the Order.” The smoke filled your lungs as you tried to push the tears down. “He was a great wizard and a lovely young boy. Sadly he was one of many people Pettigrew ratted out, he had no chance.” Harry leaned back in his chair and muttered a small “I’m sorry.”

You smiled at him before a huff left you. “Nothing to be sorry about, Harry. It’s sad, but that’s how it is.” Sirius thumb massaged your hand and you flashed him a small smile.

“I met Sirius before our first year, at a pureblood ball, actually. We didn’t like each other at first, the anger of our families stood between us. Around second year I got close to the Gryffindors, I hated nothing more than pretentious, arrogant pureblood pricks, so my house wasn’t really a place to make friends.” Harry chuckled and nodded along.

“All through third and fourth year we became great friends, all of us. At the end of fifth year, I had a bad fallout with my parents. I refused to get the dark mark and my father dueled with me. I had worked on my wandless magic since third year and I kind of felt this fight with my parents coming.

Working with McGonagall on wandless magic all those years saved my life, I believe. He didn’t spare me but neither did I. If I weren’t more focused on protecting my little brother, who was only thirteen or so, I would’ve killed him, maybe I should’ve.” You paused and wiped a stray tear. The smoke filled your lungs again and Sirius took a drag as well. His lips swiftly on yours for a quick peck.

“I escaped with my beaten brother in hands to the gates of Hogwarts. With the last bit of strength I sent my owl, Onyx, to alert Dumbledore. He made sure we were safe.” The stud of the cigarette found its way into the old ashtray and you took a breath.

“Ebony was lost to the dark, I knew that much, but Caspain was alright, that was all that mattered to me.”

“Caspian and I stayed with the Potters over the summer the next few years, I’ll alway be thankful to their kindness and generosity.” Harry nodded and rubbed his thumb on his chin with a questioning look on his face.

“So, Caspian died because of Peter Pettigrew’s betrayal.” You nodded, a pang of pain in your chest followed. “Your sister, Ebony, is she-”I sure hope she is, I killed her myself.” 

The tears formed again, as you remembered how your baby sister layed on the dirty ground, clothes torn, lip bloody as she stared you down. “Eby.” You had whispered, your wand in your hand, hair in a tangled mess. Tears coated her cheeks as she choked up.

“I won’t apologize.” She had said, as fleeting light exposed her bleeding form. “I know.” You had whispered back, tears leaving your eyes as well.

She was dying.

Blood seeped from her mouth, her nose. “You do it, no one else.” The terror shook you, your damp clothes seemed to cage in like an iron claw. “Of course.” Your knees had connected with the damp ground as your hand found her cheek, a sob escaped your lips.

“I love you, Eby.” She nodded, her eyes roaming your face. Her lips tore into a smile as she sobbed a quiet “Love you too.” Blood splattered in your direction. “Avada Kedavra.” You had whispered and with a green flash she was dead.

“Excuse me.” You whispered, before you jumped to your feet and made your way out of the room. There were so many things you had buried, tried to forget. It was all in vain, you were damned to remember, to feel those emotions, to relive those events. You’re simply damned.

Your chest heaved with panic, your hands trembled, sweaty. “Love?” You whipped around to face Sirius, his face twisted into an empathic manner, his hands held out for you to take. Harry stood behind him, his eyes on the ground.

“Love, come here.” You took a big breath and embraced the man you loved, his hands wrapped tightly around you. You reached your hand out for Harry to take.

“Harry, love.” You called, his eyes found yours. With hesitant steps he made his way to you, his warm hand grasped yours.

“Don’t feel guilty, it’s just hard, is all.” You embraced him in your hug. There the three of you stood, tightly wrapped in a hug. You ruffled Harry’s hair and gave him a small smile.

“Though it’s in the past, it doesn’t always stay there. I wanted to tell you, so don’t feel bad.” He nodded and placed his hand in yours.

“The more I get to know you, Y/N. There more I see what a great woman you are. I’m glad to have you as my godmother.” You embraced the boy's face in your hands and placed a quick peck on his forehead. You wrapped your hands around Harry.

“Thank you, Harry.”

“Oh, how touching. Nice to see the family coming along.” Remus closed the door behind himself. You broke apart and walked over to your dear friend.

“Rem, how good to see you.” You smiled before embracing the man in a hug. “Moony, old friend.” Sirius smiled and hugged him as well.

“Kreacher, go fetch a bottle.” Sirius threw at the mean old house elf. “No need.” Remus swatted his hand.

“I come bearing news.” He rested his hand on the chair next to him. “Quite urgent, it seems.” “Good or bad?” You threw in, eyebrows furrowed. He tilted his head and gave you a small smile.

“However you want to take it, dear Y/N.” He paused and you huffed in amusement.

“There might be a hint on Peter. Albus wants to see you, Y/N.”

The smile left your face in an instant. “And he sent you because?-”He thought you might like my face more than Kingsley’s.” You patted Remus’ shoulder.

“True that.”

“They’re coming with me, both of’em.” You stated. Sirius's eyes found yours.

“But Sirius is still-”I’m not the struggling witch fifteen years ago, Moony. If they want either of them, they’ve got to go through me, so, Peter is as much Harry’s problem as mine or Sirius’ and we all want revenge. I’ll take responsibility, does that make you feel better?”

Remus shook his head with a sigh before holding his hand out for you.

“Once a troublemaker, always a troublemaker, huh?”

You nodded and held your hand for Harry to take, Sirius hand found your arm as well and within a flash the four of you had aparated to the grounds of Hogwarts. 

“The Marauders are back, huh?” You chuckled. Sirius slung his arm around your waist and chuckled. That grin, that beautiful grin of his. You were sure to do anything in your power to see it on him as a free man.

You were going to crush Peter Pettigrew, you were going to avenge your brother, Alice, Frank, Lily and James. You were going to protect your family, Harry.

“You scandalous beautiful Minx.” He chuckled.

“Get a room.” Remus complained.

“I actually know a room around here.” He smiled at Remus who threw him a dirty look, who remembered the many sleepless nights he had to endure during their school time.

“You’re a wanker, Padfoot.” Sirius clasped your hand in his and pushed Harry forward.

“The one and only.” As he followed Remus down the corridor. With Sirius and Harry beside you, you felt complete.

However broken and beaten you three were, you were family now.

#harrypotter #hp fanfic #marauders imagine #the marauders #marauders era #sirius black #harry potter fanfic #sirius black x reader #sirius black angst #sirius black fanfic #harry potter angst #marauders #remus lupin #siriusblack #sirius orion black

[honeysmoonn]

dal’s gf has a cat headcanons

• dallas had always swore he hated cats.

• that was until he met you.

• on our guys’ first date, you had to leave early, claiming you had forget to feed your cat

• at first dallas thought it was just an excuse to get away from dates. until after it happened four times in a row, he realized

• you had invited him over to your house, your parents were gone for the weekend, leaving you alone. and you wanted some company, and dallas was the best at that.

• you led him inside, immediately calling for your cat, clicking your tongue as you checked around the house. dallas looked at you like you were insane

• “what are ya doin’?”

• “oh! i want you to meet jazzy!”

• “right…”

• the little brown tabby cat came rushing down the stairs, immediately curling herself between your legs as she purred softly. you scooped her up, showing her to dallas

• he was hesitant at first. was she gonna bite? was he gonna hurt her in accident? he liked you, and he didn’t wanna ruin your relationship by saying something dumb about you cat. but still, that didn’t stop hik from expressing himself

• “she’s… a cat” • “indeed she is, dal” • “yeahhh i don’t really like cats, man”

• he was sure you were about to pass out then and there

• “what do you mean you don’t like cats?” • “i mean i don’t like em, dirty, sly, cats”

• you nearly cried

• over time, as you and dallas became closer and closer, eventually dating, he tried to like jazzy. he really tried. but there was something about him that the tabby cat just didn’t like

• “your damn cat chewed on my shoes again!” • “maybe if you were nicer to her…” • “what was that?” • “nothing!”

• dal eventually started spending the night at your house. and he loved sleeping next to you, but so did jazzy

• it would be late, 2am, and dallas would be woken up to the little brown cat walking along his chest and scratching his head

• it took everything in him not to shove her off the bed

• over time, jazzy began to warm up to him. instead is hissing every time she saw him, she would simply stare.

• once she even meowed at him, causing his heart to tug just a little

• and after a year into your relationship, dallas could finally tolerate your cat

• if you had to work a late shift, he would come over and feed her for you

• while you were in the bathroom, he would scratch her chin

• and rarely, if you fell asleep, he would pick her up and coo at her soft enough that you couldn’t hear. you did

• you would be sitting at your desk studying for a test as dallas paced around you room. he liked hanging out with you, but he got bored quick. and he hated just waiting around.

• “stop pacing, dal, you’re stressing me out” • “m’sorry, i’m just bored” • “go play with jaz, i’m sure she wants a friend” • “i’m not gonna play with that damn cat. she kept me up all last night”

• thoroughly believed cats at witches, and that’s part of why he hated them so much

• but as he watched jazzy slowly step into the room, meowing softly at you as your worked, he thought, they might not be so bad after all.

• he was proven wrong when jazzy pissed on his shirt he has thrown in the floor later that night

• you two might be sitting out the couch watching a movie and you had already fallen asleep on his shoulder. he would keep quite as you snored softly.

• a little while later jazzy jumped on the couch next to him. he totally flinched.

• “what do you want cat”

• he huffed, turning back to the tv. but the rest of the time he say, jazzy would come up and rub against his arm, meowing at him.

• he sighed, glad you were asleep, unable to see as he began to pet the cat, her eventually crawling into his lap to lay next to you head.

• he would have thrown the cat off him if it wasn’t for you sleeping.

• at least that’s what he told himself

• long story short, dallas still hates cats, but he can tolerate jazzy <3

#dallas loves cats and so should you #matt dillon #ponyboy curtis #the outsiders #dally winston x reader #dallas winston x reader #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston x y/n #dallas winston

[taintedcigs]

skater!eddie is boggling my mind so bad like just eddie alone is so hot and so cool and so dorky and nerdy but now HE ALSO SKATES???

i just know he would own a black board with the hellfire logo underneath. (he lets you draw cute lil doodles on it and smothers u in kisses when u show him the finished product bc he loves it and u so much🥹)

he!! has!! a!! nose!! ring!!!

and he has a dirty black converse that he NEVER EVER TAKES OFF. that white man is probably wearing those converses in the house and you chide him for it so he blushes and quietly says ‘sorry, hun’ and takes them off quickly !!!!! (he also lets u draw little stars on it and insists u put ur initials <33)

skater!eddie who is hooked the moment he first sees u!!! he tries to impress u by doing flips and once u notice him and can’t take ur eyes off of him he gets nervous and trips >:( then u go to ask him if he’s ok and u give him a worried look and he almost MELTS but tries to act all cool “‘m fine! this shit happens all the time, honey, i’m used to it” but once u leave hes screaming in agony.

skater!eddie who teaches u how to skate and he’s so nervous each time you wobble on the board!! he catches u the second you look like u were gonna fall and u giggle at him and hes SOOO SMITTEN and makes stupid pick up lines each time he catches u like “oh! let me tie your shoes so u don’t fall for anyone else, sweetheart” and he has the biggest smuggest grin on his face and winks at u each time <33

and he encourages u no matter how many times u fail or trip >:( he gives u a warm smile as he kisses the top of your head, “you’re doin’ so well princess, wanna try one more?” his heart aches when u get any scrapes, taking care of them the second u come home!! “don’t worry, sweetheart, i’ll take care of it. hey, you want hello kitty plasters or lil puppy ones?” he says giving u a childish grin as he holds the pink plasters in front of u!! carefully placing them as he gives them a lil kiss to heal <33

and when he breaks his board after years of using it hes all grumpy and upset >:( and u feel so bad bc he loved that lil black board sm so u save some money and the first thing you do is ask max where to find the best boards so she helps u get him another one <33 and u draw the hellfire logo by yourself and draw little hearts on it and when u give it to eddie he almost tears up, looking at u with admiration ‘you–you did this all for me?” you nod with a warm smile on your face and the tears are READY to fall from his pretty honey glazed eyes bc no one has ever gotten him anything before, especially not something as expensive as this :(( and he gives u the biggest hug with the sloppiest kiss as he thanks u over and over again, he’s so glad to have you in his life. his honey, his angel, his girl.

i might just write a whole fic for him bc im down so bad for skater!eddie🫡🫡

#im sorry i cant help it #eddie munson #skater!eddie munson #em talks #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #lmk if u guys would want me to indulge in this because WELL. #eddie munson drabbles #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson headcanons #skaterboy!eddie munson

[eyeofnewtblog]

Things that happen at home:

I had a very good birthday yesterday…went to a coin expo and geeked out with my dad, I bought a proof set of Irish and Norwegian currency (pre euro, nothing wrong with modern coins but it’s just neat to see what used to be minted) found a proof set of Vatican coins that were probably just novelty but it’s still cool (minted 1952)

There was a very nice gentleman who sold antique 925 silver jewelry that I bought a few sets of vintage clip on earrings from.

I’m going to pause, and preface this story with the universal truth that being patient and kind will pay off in the end.

Anyway, the first time I’m going through the jewelry that Very Nice Gentleman has to offer, it’s my first circuit of the whole expo, I want to budget accordingly, and there might be something that Pops Out to me later that I Just Have To Have. So I spend my first $70, circle around (I’ve been coming to this specific expo for about three years now so I recognize the vendors who have what I like) pick up my proof sets, and land back at Very Nice Gentleman’s booth.

I tell him straight up “Well, you guys definitely have the best jewelry selection in the whole expo.”

VNG: Oh, you should see the whole three boxes of stuff that I brought and haven’t even priced yet. I’ll sell you anything you want by weight.

Me: *spends the next hour helping an 80+ year old man sort literal sandwich bags full of antique silver jewelry, talking shit about living in New Mexico, and learning a fuck ton about Native American artist stamps, while his son (50s, economics professor in Fairbanks AK, talked shit about living in Alaska with him as well) checks on us periodically*

My dad, in the middle of all this: *catches my attention* Hey. Doin’ alright?

Me:…wanna see what your birthday present to me looks like?

My Dad: …yeah, alright. You like the same kind of stuff my mother did, so it’s at least going to be interesting. *proceeded to buy exactly one bracelet that was made out of “plantation 1948” silverware because “the only good thing that’s come out of the South in the last 50 years is their food. I hate the way they vote but good god they make some AWESOME ribs.”*

Me: *spends another 30 minutes sorting jewelry with VNG before birthday calls start coming in, I’m getting hungry, SO and mom and siblings all want to meet up, Dad is mia* hey, I need to check out or pay up, I’ve got my family wanting me, so I need to take off now.

VNG: Oh, yeah, let’s get you started then. *proceeds to ring up my purchases in the most painfully slow manner possible because he’s 80+ and all analog* (literally he had a calculator that printed out the receipts, it had a bunch of finger grime on the number keys, he’d clearly been using it for decades, honestly it was so awesome but super frustrating)

Me: *being patient, being nice and kind and friendly, regardless of the situation*

VNG: *rings me up, gives me my total, then WINKS and throws in a $50 pair of vintage clip-on, lapis lazuli with gold inlay earrings*

Me: *KARMA, BITCH! Be fucking nice to people All The Time Regardless of Circumstances!!!! VINDICATION!!!*

My Dad, after I found him again and told him the factual events: Sweet deal! Sometimes I’m actually glad when you don’t listen to me!

My dad’s advice to all of you would be “don’t ever say anything, at all if preferably, but only give yes or no answers to anyone who works in insurance or government.”

#humans are space orcs #denver comic con #be nice to people #things my dad says

[the-himawari]

A3! Nanao Taichi - Translation [SR] Purple Fiancée (2/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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*door opens*

Taichi: Do you have a minute, Azuma-san?

Azuma: My, it’s puppy-kun.

Taichi: Ah, Yuki-chan’s here too.

Yuki: Azu-nee let me try out the skin care products he bought.

Taichi: Ooh, gotcha. I’ll come back again in that case!

Yuki: No, it’s fine. We were just chatting.

Azuma: Did you need something from me, puppy-kun?

Taichi: So the thing is, the role I’m gonna play in Autumn troupe’s next play is Olivia who’s a mature and sexy woman. I came here since I thought it’d be nice if you could give me some acting advice or other tips.

Azuma: I see. Well, I do know someone among my acquaintances who’s mature and sexy just like you’re looking for… I think I could offer you some tips on how to act. If you’re alright with me, I’ll teach you.

Yuki: Perfect timing. I’ll help out too. I was just thinking I’d like to make a sexy costume.

Taichi: Are you sure! Thanks, you two! I’ll do my best. I’m counting on you!

-pause-

Taichi: (It's been a few days since I first got their advice, but thanks to Azuma-san's gentle guidance and Yuki-chan’s slightly strict coaching…) (I think I'm gradually getting better at acting mature and sexy!) (I wonder what they’re gonna teach me today? Hehe, I’m actually kinda excited~.)

-pause-

Taichi: Thanks for waiting!

Yuki: He’s finally here.

Azuma: We’re ready over here.

Taichi: Woah, you’ve placed so many shoes out! What are we doin’ today?

Yuki: I’m thinking of giving Olivia boots with heels for her outfit.

Taichi: Heels! That sounds mature and sexy alright!

Yuki: Doesn’t it? While ease of movement is important, I also want to consider how it looks. So, I’d like to test out how high we can make your heels.

Taichi: I see…!

Yuki: By the way, Azu-nee prepared all theses shoes for us. Thanks, Azu-nee.

Taichi: That’s Azuma-san for you…! I appreciate it!

Azuma: Fufu, you’re very welcome. I’m glad to help.

Yuki: Now then, try putting on the shoes with the shortest heels first.

Azuma: We’ll start from 1cm.

Taichi: You got it.

Yuki: Also, walk like you did during “Last Runway”.

*walks*

Taichi: Like this? This one’s a piece of cake!

Yuki: Ok. Wear the 2cm heels next.

*walks*

Taichi: Like this, right? This one’s no sweat either!

Azuma: Both his walk and posture look nice.

Yuki: Let’s keep going. These are up next.

-pause-

Yuki: Alright, next are the 6.5cm heels.

Taichi: Woah. These are pretty high… Here goes…

*wobbles*

Azuma: The way he stands is a bit unstable compared to the previous shoes.

Yuki: Strut your stuff.

*walks and wobbles*

Taichi: Oh god…!

Yuki: He started shaking after just a few steps.

Azuma: These might be tough, hm?

Taichi: I-I’m gonna do it! I can do it if I practice…! No matter how much it takes for Yuki-chan’s vision of Olivia’s costume…!

Yuki: We’re not going further than this. It’s not going to look good.

Taichi: No way…

Azuma: I know how you feel, but you'll be in trouble if you force yourself to wear them and get hurt.

Yuki: I’ll go with 5cm. Olivia’s boots will be easy to move in while also looking nice.

Azuma: I also think that height looks the most flattering when you stand and walk.

Taichi: …You think so?

Azuma: Your posture is going to deteriorate if it doesn’t suit you or if you’re not used to the height of the heel. I think this height is just right for you, puppy-kun.

Yuki: These fit the best for Taichi’s Olivia.

Taichi: I see… I agree. Thanks so much, you two! I'm gonna wear the 5cm heels to look more presentable, pretty, and feminine… I’m gonna do my best to practice how I move!

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#a3! #a3! translation #nanao taichi #act! addict! actors!

[dainty-fingertips]

I’m glad you request are back! Can you do sinister six x engineer reader and how they would individually spend time with you/ what activities? Thank you :)

EEUEURUUEU YESSSSSYESYES OFC

These fellas have gotta have some way to blow off steam. Everyone does, don’t they?

Recently, they’ve begun to ask you to join them in their recreation

By “ask” that usually means bothering you until you agree

Montana/Shocker enjoys treating himself to a nice dinner when he has free time

By nice I mean suits and dresses and aged wines and candles and jazz

“Order what you want, sweetheart. It’s aaaall on me.” Followed by a kiss on the knuckles

OH O H O U H H U y g hGDODDDD

HE DID IT HE DID IT HE DID UT HE KISSED HER HE PUT HOS LIPS ON HER HAND HER SKIN TOUCHED HIS MOUTH GUYS OMG GUYS GUYS WAIT GUYS

The entire dinner he can focus on nothing other than that

Alex O’Hirn/Rhino wasn’t really one to do much during his free time

Mostly because he didn’t know he actually had any until you brought it up,,

“W-Well, I don’t really…,,, er,,,,,”

“Alex.”

Thus began the habit of you having a bit of free time and sitting Alex down with you in the scarcely used break room

“So,, what do you like to do?”

“I like CRUSHIN’ SKULLS and ROBBIN’ BANKS and DOIN’ CRIME”

“Ok let’s try Netflix out for size”

Netflix works just fine

In fact, he discovers a love of cinema thanks to you

Tanks doll :)))

Adrian Toomes/Vulture is an old man who enjoys old man things like chess and painting

Know how to play? He’ll invite you to play with him

Don’t know how to play? He’ll invite you to play with him

Actually pro tip, please pretend like you have no idea of what you’re doing no matter what

It gives him the chance to be all caringly flirty while he teaches you how to play

“…And there, see? That wasn’t so hard.”

“Only because you’re a good teacher, haha. I think I might still need a few rounds of practice… would you mind?”

“Ooooh, not at all, my dear.”

When it comes to painting with him, my advice holds true

And let me tell you why,,,,,,

Just imagine: sitting in front of a canvas with a pallet, brush, and cup of water. Dr Toomes is behind you with one hand on your shoulder and the other carefully holding yours with the brush

He softly explains his technique to you in a voice astonishingly sweet, but he isn’t mansplaining. (At least, he’s not trying to.)

You feel his breath against your cheek and can’t help but smile as he begins guiding your hand to dress the canvas

I’m telling you bro,,,,,,,,, I’m beim deadass with you rn,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

ANYWAY UHH UH UH

Max Dillon/Electro is similar to Alex in the way that he never really considered recreational things to pass his free time!!

So you both agree to go on walks together to go grocery shopping when needed

Or when the weathers nice

Or when it’s nighttime

Or when it’s daytime

Or when you’re dressed for the occasion

Or when either of you want to go

(Often)

Typically, Max prefers nighttime!! He likes to go around with you without his mask on him in public and usually the best time for that is at night

Plus he’s like a walking lamp (as if there weren’t overhead street lights)

He, without fail, will carry every bag whenever you do end up actually grocery shopping

He wants to impress you

Let the poor guy have his moment

“Nope, I’ll take that.”

“Max,,, can you see to walk?”

“,,,,,,,, is Uber an option here”

Flint Marko/Sandman is a fan of working out!!

YOU TWO CAN BE WORKOUT BUDDIES AWWWWW

U can spot him while he deadlifts and bench presses to make sure he doesn’t die from the added weight now that you’re there

These boys like to show off ok

Let me just tell you that Flint Marko shirtless and sweaty is a sight to behold

And you, out of respect, try not to behold it so obviously

Otto Octavius/Doc Ock enjoys reading!!

By all means please join him in any way

You don’t have to read with him even just sitting with him and doing your own thing is by all means enough

PLEAAAAASE lean against him while you do whatever it is you’re doing

it’s very possible he might use the actuators and move you into his lap so that you both can read together whether you initially wanted to or not

“What are you reading?”

“Oh, the same as yesterday. Would you like to join me this time?”

“I was actually just about to ask, doc.”

YEAAAAAAH PLEASE SOEND TIME WITH THESE IDIOTS INDIVIDUALLY

#doc ock x reader #doc ock #doctor octopus x reader #otto octavius #otto octavius x reader #x reader #the rhino x reader #the sandman x reader #electro x reader #the vulture x reader #adrian toomes x reader #max dillon x reader #alex o’hirn x reader #flint marko x reader #tssm #tssm x reader #the sinister six #the sinister six x reader #tssm sinister six #tssm engineer reader

[awingedinsect]

-Flood me like Atlantic-

Chapter 4

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: language, alcohol, slight! choking, non-con drug use, also Vessel just being cute to even it all out lol

The black pavement beneath his shoes makes a steady sound, like the first opening beats of a song worth writing. He listens to it and thinks about it, trying his best to distract from the uncertainty of his mission. What exactly is he doing?

He took a cab to a pub about a mile away from the Blacklit Room, partially to avoid suspicion, and partially because well-

there’s not a lot of money to be made in obsessively hunching over a keyboard in a dark, long-lived-in motel room.

He stares up at the sky as his feet carry him off the main road, his peripheral streaked with the black daggers of trees illuminated like ghosts in the light of the full moon.

It’s a beautiful sight. The black void, speckled with a few twinking, determined stars. Not even the vanishing city behind him can wash them out of the celestial tapestry. And if he was a romantic person, he might even be inspired by it.

The moon bathes the lower half of his face as he trudges on, hood pulled snugly over his head. There’s a chill in the air.

Slowly, he becomes aware of a strange smell. And as he walks on it becomes unmistakeable- the musk of damp, burned wood.

It wafts to him on a cold breeze and tells him he must be getting close, and suddenly he’s shivering for more reasons than one. But he keeps moving, now starting to search for a sign of Venus and her crew.

He spots a black pickup in the distance.

“Glad you could make it,” Venus says, now suddenly visible and smiling at him, her black lips once again glistening in the blue light. He immediately feels a sense of comfort wash over him at the sight of her, almost like he was scared the whole thing had been a dream. But she’s as real as everything else as she walks up beside him and shoves a flashlight into his hand, gesturing at him. “How ya doin’ baby?” She asks, tilting her head at him. He follows her to the other two people already knee-deep in the remains of the bar, shining their beams over the mountain range of blackened wood and broken pieces. He shrugs.

“I’m alright.” He says, ducking his head to avoid the gaze of the ruins. There’s shame creeping up his spine.

He didn’t do it.

“Hey, don’t worry about looking around just yet,” Venus says, her voice cutting through the darkness and bouncing off the charred, crumbling walls. He lets go of the neon sign he had just started flipping over and looks up at her, eyes finally glinting in the moon as his hood slides back.

“Come and sit down, huh?” She asks, nodding to the open bed of her truck. “I got beer.”

The proposition, once again, fills him with a little relief. Does he want to be here? No. Does he want to stargaze with a pretty girl and finally calm his heart with a drink that he’s been too broke to afford himself? Fuck yes.

He shuffles after her over the piles of bricks, hands shoved in the front of his hoodie as he tries to keep his balance.

“Here ya go, sweetheart.” She says, reaching into the bed of the truck and fiddling around. She retrieves a glass bottle and hands it to him, flicking the cap onto the road with her nails and pocketing the opener.

“Let’s take a damn breather.”

•••

The chill is gone from Vessel’s bones. He feels at ease, eyes flicking lazily over the ink-black sky and lips teasing the mouth of his drink as the night drags on. His legs swing slowly off the side of the truck, his body falling more and more into Venus’s. Her voice luls him. And he could listen to her forever; her soft words, her comments on the night, the little hums she makes as her nails rake lazily through his hair. He finds his heart thumping slowly, the sky above beckoning him and the earth below holding onto him better than it ever has. He could get used to it.

“Sleep callin’ ya, doe eyes?” Venus chuckles, scratching the side of his head as it falls onto her shoulder. He mumbles something back, a content smile on his lips. “…Sorry I’m not very helpful.”

“Hey, don’t worry about that.” She dismisses, turning her attention once again to the night sky. The full moon fills her brilliant eyes and brings a grin to her face. “You’ll serve your purpose just perfect, even if ya only lay here.”

“You think they’ll find it?” Vessel asks, turning his beer up to his lips and drawing on the last bit it contains. “Your mom’s stuff?”

“Would be nice.” She runs a hand down her thigh, pulling on the thread of the fishnets once again making an appearance beneath a black skirt. “That stuff means a lot to me, but honestly… prolly burned up and long gone.”

Most likely, yes. But he doesn’t want to say it. Doesn’t want to believe it, knowing just how important pieces of the past can be. “Eh, don’t lose hope.” He says, suddenly feeling the wind blow at the back of his neck. It would bother him, having his hood off, if it weren’t for the feeling of Venus’s hand tangling in his locks. The sensation alone makes him want to curl up like a cat and go to sleep for hours, content to just be held and pet. But he’s still determined to assist in the search before he goes home.

“What’cha thinkin about, Vessel?” The question drifts on the wind, grazing his ear so soft. It makes him wish he was thinking about something important.

“My music.” He whispers.

“What about it?”

“What it could be.” He says. And fuck, the words just flow. Something is missing, and it’s the thing that usually stops him from thinking about his future, much less talking about it.

“I want… to be good.” He says. “Wanna make music people understand, without having to understand me… Have them understand it because of, themselves.” He feels his eyelids growing heavy, and he stares at his hands, feeling the tiniest jolt of fear when he notices them going numb. The little bit of liquid in the bottom of his bottle sloshes in the moonlight, and he struggles to hold it upright in his lap.

“I wanna make music so pretty it’ll have a thousand people on their knees...”

“Want me to get on my knees, Vessel?” She asks, her voice sounding distant and jagged. It’s part of the wind now, part of the stars. He looks at her, eyes going wide as the earth pulls harder on his bones.

“W…What’s happening?” He asks, feeling the bottle being pulled from his cold fingertips just as he starts to drop it.

“Nothing, baby.” She holds him, coaxing him down into the bed of the truck with a steady hand keeping his heart inside his chest. “Don’t worry, don’t worry.” She coos. He swipes vaguely up, cupping her shaved head in a trembling hand as he’s lowered down and watches the sky somersault above him.

“Go to Sleep, Vessel, you’re a good boy.”

The notes of alcohol turn to acid in his mouth as he vaguely comes to realize what has happened. Why would she roofie him? What did he do to her?

Could it somehow be a mistake?

He asks the question once or twice, and his voice shuffles like a deck of cards until his mind is brought to the singular thought of her hand on his throat.

The world erupts in light, then goes darker than it ever was before. And the only thing he can do is frown and feel tears prickle in his eyes as Sleep wraps it’s tentacles around his mind, and pulls him down into a deep, murky oblivion.

#vessel #vessel sleep token #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token iii

[wolfsclothing6]

“…dad are you ok? Your voice sounds kind of weird.”

“Daddy’s doin’ fine son… just enjoying some cigars with his buds.” “Oh, I’m so glad you like them! I was a little worried when I ordered them online, the brand looked a bit off…” “Mmm yeah, daddy loves sure them boy… best birthday gift he’d ever gotten. How about you pay your old man a visit and share one with him tonight?” “Sure, why not! I’ll try to swing by after work, see you!” Hank put down his phone and went back to stroking his cock. He looked at the two bearded men sitting across the table from him. All three smiled around their cigars in unison, they knew it won’t be long before they get to have some fun.

When Hank first lit one of them up neither him nor his neighbor Ben noticed anything out of the ordinary about these cigars. There was that silly warning on the box, advising to smoke them in moderation but Hank didn’t pay it much mind. He knew that at the end of the day the only thing that really mattered was how they tasted like. And he had to admit that they were way better than he initially expected. Hank really loved his stogies but he could not remember when was the last time smoking one made him feel this relaxed. Ben must have been of the same mind, after all he was the first one to drop down his pants and start stroking his cock. Hank couldn’t deny being a little surprised at first but after taking a few more puffs from the cigar it all started to feel like a completely natural thing to do and he was more than happy to join in. Why wouldn’t he be? Ben was such a stud, and this salt and pepper beard that began growing on his face was making him look even hotter. Hank soon discovered that not only was he sprouting one as well, but that his might have been even longer. He quickly started combing his fingers through it, enjoying the feeling of it getting thicker with each smoky breath.

While it appeared like Ben might have been having some second thoughts about everything when he took notice of his own changes, putting down his cigar and trying to get up from the table, Hank was happy to help his friend out. He continued to blow smoke in Ben’s direction until the thick, fragrant cloud enveloped his whole body and rather than trying to chase it away, he was stroking his cock even more vigorously than before. By the time they were finishing up their stogies any inhibitions they might have previously had as a pair of two completely straight friends and neighbors were gone. They were greedily studying each other’s naked, changing bodies. Steadily edging their cocks as they watched themselves grow bigger, their ballooning out chests and bellies sprouting thick carpets of fur. Much to their delight the changes only seemed to accelerate once they started up their second cigars. Hank eventually becoming so aroused he could no longer stop himself from bending his friend over the table and giving his huge, furry ass a good pounding.

They were already more than halfway through the box when the sound of a doorbell unexpectedly snapped them back to reality. Neither of them initially realizing just how many hours they’ve just spent on wildly fucking each other as they hastily fired up one cigar after another. Once they finally rose to their feet and had the chance to fully take in their new, bearish forms Ben and Hank could barely keep their hands off each other for long enough to actually answer the door. Their enormous, bulky bodies, so tall they were nearly scraping the ceiling with their heads were covered from their beards to their toes in the thickets pelts of greying fur. Each strand matted with sweat and the countless loads they spilled on each other during their time together. Ben had to admit that his son Dale looked quite shocked when he pulled him inside their neighbor’s smoke-filled living room and planted his lips on top of his. One minute he’d been checking up on his dad who hadn’t returned home late into the evening, and the next he found himself sandwiched between two naked, hirsute giants who kept on showering him with smoke from their cigars. His entire body swelling up with a mixture of fat and muscle as he violently thrashes around while trying to escape. Only to discover that by the time he’s big and strong enough to do it, getting away from these two massive, bearded men is the last thing on his lust-filled mind. He manages to recognize one of them as his dad, but by then he is too horny to care as they tackle each other to the ground and start wildly making out.

Just yesterday Dale was in his early twenties, with his dad and their neighbor Hank in their late forties, but now they practically looked like brothers. Three massive, horny, daddy bears who just could not wait to introduce more of their buds to their new favorite brand of cigars.

#gay #bear transformation #transformation #male transformation #fat #bear tf #age progression #daddy bear #fat belly #bear

[sunshine-overload]

[BSTS] Ran Birthday 4* Card Story

(note: Sabu is Ran’s pet dog, he’s a dobermann)

chapter 1 -starless hallway-

ran: Nee-chan, I finally found ya! Hey hey, hang out with me for a bit!

saki: Hello there, Ran-san. Sure, but what for?

ran: To find me a present to use for my birthday event! I heard it’s ok for me to pick it out together with ya.

saki: Your birthday is just around the corner isn’t it.

ran: Yup! Ah wait, you didn’t have other plans today did ya?

saki: No I’m free. I’d love to come along.

ran: Woohoo! I’ve been so excited for today that I was startin’ to get impatient.

saki: Fufu, were you really looking forward to it that much?

ran: Duh, of course I was! I’m not only getting to go on a date with ya but I’m also getting a gift chosen for me. What could be better than that?

-time pass, street, daytime-

saki: Do you have anything in particular that you want, Ran-san?

ran: I want a new bag that I can use when I’m takin’ Sabu for walks! Since the one I usually use got all messed up.

saki: You mean it’s worn out from longtime use…?

ran: …Well ya see, I actually got into a bit of an accident.

saki: An… accident?

ran: Well I guess ya could call it a cute little mishap. I was at the park with Sabu and started fishin’ around in my bag to give him a treat. But when I did that Sabu thought it was a new game, he pulled on the bag so hard I thought the shoulder straps were gonna rip off. Ain’t Sabu still charming even in this bag destroying story?

saki: S-so that’s what happened then… In that case how about we look for a nice and sturdy bag?

ran: Hmm, I want one that’s light and simple so it’s easy to run around with it. Sturdy one’s are usually heavier and hard to move with right? I wanna be able to play with Sabu to the fullest.

saki: I see. These days they make a lot of light bags with high functionality though.

ran: For real!? In that case pick one of those that’d be perfect for me and Sabu!

saki: Got it.

ran: Now that that’s been decided, let’s hurry up and go~!

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chapter 2 -starless restaurant area-

saki: (Ran-san’s show was so fun, you had no way of knowing what was coming next… It should be time for his photo session soon. Wait, huh? It looks like it’s already started?)

-cg

female guest 1: Ran~! Look over here~!

ran: Okie dokie~! Make sure ya take a real good pic!

saki: (Wow…! He’s changing poses after every photo they take!)

ran: Thank ya all for comin’ today! Ran-chan will keep bein’ in ya care from now on!

female guest 2: So cool~! I’ll always be supporting you!

ran: Oh! Thank ya~ Man this is the best, it feels like I’ve really become an idol!

female guest 3: Ran, could you please sign my photo!

ran: Sure! Give me a moment… There ya go. Make sure ya treasure this photo of my shining self. ♪

-time pass, lobby-

ran: Ah, Nee-chan! You’re here. What’d ya think? My appeal was demonstrated in full force wasn’t it?

saki: Yes. It was fun getting to see you make so many different expressions.

ran: For real though, that was my first time ever doin’ a photo session, I didn’t realise they were this much fun. I might be hooked, can we do this sorta thing for normal performances too? Have somethin’ like one-on-one photo shoots with the fans afterwards?

saki: I think… that might cause some problems.

ran: Whaat, and here I was thinkin’ I’d just come up with a great idea. So that’s a no go huh. Well whatever. More importantly, look at this! The shoulder bag we got!

saki: I’m glad we were able to find you a good fit.

ran: It’s a cool colour, it’s functional and it’s sturdy! It cleared all the requirements! I love it! So much so that I wanna open it right here right now. But I want it’s debut to be once I get back home. I’ve already told Sabu that ya got us a new bag~ He looked happy about it too! It’s all thanks to ya help, so thank ya Nee-chan!

saki: Fufu, if you two are happy with it then I am too.

ran: Ah I know, on my next day off how about you come with me and Sabu for a walk? With this new bag of course.

saki: Sure. I’m looking forward to seeing Sabu-san again.

ran: Man, I already can’t wait. Ahaha getting to be with you, Sabu and the new bag, I’ll be surrounded by blessings!

—end

*Nee-chan - ran’s nickname for saki meaning big sister, it can also be used to refer to young women 

#bsts ran #bsts translation

[you-are-so-much-better-than-that]

Alternative Timeline

So as of yesterday I have been on Tumblr for a YEAR! A WHOLE YEAR being a part of this beautiful wonderful incredible community that we have all built. And it has changed my entire life. I’ve made friends who I hope will be in my life long after we’ve forgotten about these characters and this universe (will we ever though…?). I have crafted and written and collaborated. I have participated in a zine and cobbled together a couple of drabbles. I’ve had so much fun being your unofficial Keeper of the Shameless Timeline, trying to make some kind of sense of season 1 and, more recently, working alongside some of my favourite artists and people to build a whole ass calendar! It’s been the most wonderful year and I’m looking forward to the next! I’m not done doin this thing yet! 

Also, I know I haven’t been active these last couple of months, but I’ve noticed that there are a bunch of new people around these parts. I just wanted to say HI! HELLO! WELCOME!! I’m so glad you’re here! I see you all liking the things people are making and I know everyone appreciates the like, but I’m just gonna ask you to also hit that rb button! People are out here making things! For you! To enjoy! For free! Art and gif sets and fic! They take so much time, and it's so easy to show your appreciation! Just a couple of buttons! You don’t even have to go nuts in the tags (although we love that kind of unhinged behaviour around here). And if you wanna say hi to us, make some friends, I highly encourage it. It was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

Ok I’ll shut up now. Let’s talk timeline!

I have tried my best to follow the logic, though sometimes there is none, and follow the clues, no matter how few! And I have tried to do it with as little bias as possible.

HOWEVER!

You guys, I have a confession to make.

There is a possible other timeline that season one could follow.

I do not like it! But, I am here to give you, my precious timeline enthusiasts, the truth! Even if it hurts me. Even if it makes no sense (because it often doesn’t. JW doesn’t believe in time). Even if it takes away the possibility of a Christmas bang and a New Year’s bang, which, truly, would be a tragedy and is the main reason I refuse to follow this other timeline.

Under the cut you will find the second possible timeline. You decide which you prefer, and tell me why! I need well-formed arguments for or against please!

Thank you all for being here with me this year. It hasn’t been an easy one, but you all have made it just a little bit better. I love you all!

Alternative Timeline

Episode 1: Remains the same at November 15, 2010. There is a calendar. Fiona points at it. No disputes here!

Episode 2: This is where it all could change. Bear with me. There is a possibility that this episode might have taken place on January 28, 2011, over two months after the first episode. Here’s why: Frank gets his cheque the last Friday of the month. In both November and December, the last Friday is a holiday, so this acts with the assumption that this is now January and it’s been 2 months since the first episode. I don’t love this idea because nowhere else in this season do they make such a massive time jump.  A few weeks, maybe, but not two months. This also then changes the entire timeline. No Christmas/New Year’s bang, either. What do you guys think?

Episode 3: As this episode starts the Thursday following the previous episode when Tony Takes Fiona to his award ceremony, it leaves Tony’s deflowering to have taken place on February 4.

Episode 4: If I follow the logic of my original calendar which has episode 4 on the same weekend as episode 3, then this means this episode alternatively takes place on February 6th. This actually works quite well with an upcoming event in episode 6. 

Episode 5: I worked a little backwards here. I had to place episode 6 on February 16th, so the only date episode 5 could take place was February 12th-13th, meaning Kev and Vee got married on February 13th in this alternate timeline.

Episode 6: At the beginning of this episode, Carl hands Fiona a note from last Friday and it is now Wednesday. I initially made the assumption that it is Wednesday Dec 15th, however, in this alternative timeline, I’m placing this episode on February 16th. And there is evidence of this date. If you zoom in quite a bit, it’s got a date on it, February 11, 2011, the Friday before February 16th.  But I hate this timeline because it just doesn’t make sense! There is a calendar change in episode 8, two episodes from now! It goes from December to January in that episode. I can get that the calendar is unreliable, but if they’re gonna change it, why change it to the wrong month?? No. I refuse. But anyway. There is evidence.

This now leaves us three weeks to squeeze in the Bangiversary, Slim Jims, and two episodes of Monica before we get to the last two episodes, which we know for a fact take place on March 18-20th, same as the original timeline. Here is the only way this would work:

Episode 7:  Episode 7 would be on February 18th-19th, making Ian and Mickey’s Bangiversary February 19th, getting rid of the possibility of a Christmas and New Year’s bang. Also, speeding up their entire first bit of their young relationship. We just went from a possible two months of secret fucking before Mickey was arrested to a mere two weeks? No! I don’t like it!!

Episode 8: This puts SlimJims and Milkovich-Ian Sandwich on February 25th-27th.

Episode 9: Frank would call Monica on March 5th and, she’d would show up around March 6th. That same night, Mickey is arrested. 

Episode 10: On March 7th, Ian finds out he’s not Frank’s son and Monica abandons her children again.

Episodes 11 & 12: Remain the same. We know they take place on the Friday-Sunday after St. Patrick’s day.

I will admit, there is an elegance to the end here with the Karen storyline. In the original timeline, if she goes to the ball with her dad on February 21st, and then goes emo child on March 18th, about three weeks later. That doesn’t really fit, either. However, I could be convinced to move the entire Monica saga down so that it all happens in March instead of February. This could work actually. (Yes you are reading me figuring this out in real time, folks!)

WAIT!!! WHAT IF we have an alternative-alternative timeline?? And it looks like this:

We ignore the weird Carl teacher’s note thing from episode 6, and we keep episodes 1-8 the same as is in the original timeline, giving us the very, very important Christmas and New Year’s bang as well as more than two weeks of secret fucking, while episodes 9-12 look more like this second timeline, making the Karen storyline make more sense. Oh I think I like this!

Here are some visuals:

OG Timeline:

Timeline 2.0

Timeline 3.0

WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK?? Does anyone have opinions? Do we still care?? Did we ever…?

There you have it folks! Season One all tied up in…a really messy Gordian knot. I hope you enjoyed this journey as much as I have! On to season two! (I promise I won’t take a whole year this time!)

#Shameless timeline #s1 #alternative timeline

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Ted abruptly started forward, and Trent looked like he might flinch back but before he could even begin to Ted practically crashed into him, throwing his arms around him and hugging him tightly. Trent was physically knocked back a step with a slight oof, but after a moment—presumably processing—he hugged back, just as fiercely. Ted was trembling a little, not enough to be visible but enough to feel. One of Trent’s thumbs was rubbing over one of the notches of Ted’s spine, and almost in reply, Ted let his palm rub circles on Trent’s back. Trent leaned into it, exhaling slowly and relaxing, like the touch was the reassurance he needed that yes, this was real. “I was so worried about you,” Ted finally manages, a strained almost-whisper in Trent’s ear, and he clutches him tighter. Trent gives a wet little laugh, and says, very softly, “I’m glad you’re alright, too.”

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“Who’s Trent?” It was said softly, and directly behind him, and Ted jumped. Michelle was leaning against the doorway, looking—sad. A lot of answers jumped to the tip of Ted’s tongue: denial (No one, now what are you doin’ up?) and half-lies (a reporter I worked with, that’s all, no one for you to worry about) and half-truths (a friend, is all, a good friend) and hysterical full-truths (quite possibly the love of my life, but y’know, in the doomed and star-crossed way, because I’ll probably never see him again and maybe it’s for the best because he deserves the world and lord knows I can’t give him that) but none of them leave his lips. “Someone important?” she prods. “How much did y’hear?” Ted asks instead of answering. “Enough,” Michelle says simply.

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[outpost51]

Tiny Scene Sunday

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Growing Pains

Oh, Death: won’t you spare me over for another year?

Death wasn’t anything like what I expected.

Was he rough around the edges?

‘Getcher lazy ass up, Keeper! Shit’s gettin’ cold!’ Xoctosz bellowed from elsewhere in our living quarters. It was four in the morning, and he hadn’t dismissed me to sleep until two.

Yes.

Did he have zero concept of personal boundaries?

‘There you are,’ he huffed, ripping back the shower curtain. I wasn’t aware shark faces could be so expressive — for what little range of emotion Xoctosz seemed to possess — but he was clearly not amused by how long I had been screaming. ‘You done?’

‘No, I’m not fucking done!’ I screeched. ‘Do you know how hard it is to scrub crude oil out of human hair?’

He exhaled, loud and long-suffering, as if my need to not be a walking sludge-creature was such a great inconvenience. Without warning, he shoved his way into the already-cramped shower and dumped more dish soap on my head. ‘Gotta do everything around here,’ he grumbled.

Yes.

Did he snore like a dying boat engine and sleep like a corpse?

I threw a pillow first, then one of the too-large boots he’d given me, then the other. Where did he think I was going to go with such urgency he had to sleep in the same room? Finally tired of the noise, I stomped over to his hammock and yanked up the edge. I thought I’d fucked up — not that he’d be angry, but that the lighthouse would crumble around us from how horribly his weight shook the walls when he hit the floor. He didn’t even stir.

Very much.

But he could be— charming wasn’t exactly the word I wanted. Kind? No. Considerate? Mmh.

He wasn’t completely disagreeable all the time.

Every morning, he made breakfast— usually whatever we could salvage from the boats that wasn’t too waterlogged, and if we couldn’t find anything, he’d grill fish on the balcony, or boil whatever shelled monstrosities he caught in his traps. I wasn’t allowed to empty the traps yet and I was glad for it. The things that scavenged on our leftovers had too many eyes, limbs, teeth to be any sort of shellfish I’d ever seen.

The silence that surrounded us as we sat across from one another was anything but companionable, though. I think he figured out at some point that I hated when he watched me eat; for the past however-long, he’d done it even more.

“Why do I even need breakfast?” I asked him.

“Long day,” he grunted around a mouthful of his — it was better not to think about what he ate, actually. “Need you productive.”

“Didn’t I… die?” I couldn’t stay in the shower too long. Baths were out of the question. My lungs still crackled when I inhaled too hard.

“Does it matter?”

‘Not all the time’ implied that some of the time, he was a total asshole, and drowning did nothing to quell my intolerance of assholes.

I brought both of my hands down on the table hard enough to rattle the cutlery and stood — on my tiptoes, because even sitting down, he was still tall enough to make eye contact a struggle. “Yes, it fucking matters! You kidnapped me, —” I choked, I always choked on his name, I’d yet to say it out loud “— killed my boyfriend, ruined my chances of graduating Harvard, stole my future — I at least deserve to know if I’m even alive!”

He shrugged.

Shrugged.

Ivy League attendee though I was, no one ever accused me of making good decisions. Case in point: the shitshow that landed me in service to Xoctosz in the first place.

“I know you’re not the best at listenin’,” he warned, “but I’d suggest not doin’ what you’re thinkin’ about doin’. I can see it in your eyes.” Xoctosz folded his hands on the table. “How far you think you’ll get, Keeper?”

Exhibit B: the fact that I didn’t heed a warning from Death.

“Far enough,” I spat.

Then lunged across the table.

He wasn’t a complete asshole all the time; he let me get one solid punch in before taking me to the ground and twisting one of my arms behind me. “Think you might be the first one that’s ever been stupid enough to do that,” he chuffed. “East’s Keeper at least had a gun when he threatened me.”

That… that made me stop trying to twist around and finish what I started. “You’ve trapped other people here?”

His laugh was so much louder right above me. Thunderous. “Not me — not East, anyway.”

Clearly I wasn’t getting more explanation than that, so I circled back. “Did I die when the ship crashed on the rocks?”

He didn’t answer, instead sighing heavily and rolling to his feet. He lifted me with him, with all the effort of scruffing a kitten, and dropped me back in my chair. Only once he settled in his did he speak again. “Dunno why you lot do that.”

“What, threaten you? I can think of a few reasons.”

I expected a glare. I hadn’t braced myself for the flash of teeth behind his easy grin. “Ask questions you don’t really want answered.”

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[greytabbydreams]

Honest Confessions: (16+) warnings include curse words and slight sexual content. It’s mainly fluff and Arthur being shy and awkward lol.

Summary: Set in chapter four of the story, right after Jack is saved from Angelo Bronte. Arthur gets drunk and reveals a secret. 🤭

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 Honest Confessions ~

The evening was as optimistic as it was humid since we had just saved young Jack from Angelo Bronte, earlier that day. Although, from the sounds of it Jack didn’t seem to be in too much trouble. Talk of sleeping in some lavish room and eating Italian food. What did he call it again? Spaghetti? In any sense, the gang was in rather high spirits. Javiar is playing his guitar and singing, while a part of the group did their best to sing along overlooking the fact nobody could understand a word of Spanish. I laughed to myself watching my friends smiling faces flicker in the campfire light. I turned around to face the table I was resting on, there was an opened box of liquor. I reached in and grabbed a bottle and took a drink. A warm tingling feeling instantly sent a calming sensation into my face and chest. The drink was definitely some good whiskey. On a normal occasion, I wouldn’t want to over-drink, but since tonight was so great… What the hell, when isn’t there a better time to get drunk than being surrounded by friends? I finished my first bottle and grabbed another for walking around while chatting with everyone around the camp…

…

A couple of hours had passed, and the party was starting to slow down. But I think I might be on my… third?... probably fifth bottle of whatever alcohol I was sipping on, it honestly doesn’t matter I was feeling incredible and surprisingly chatty.

“J-John,” my words were tumbled out, “I, just wanna tell ya’ you doin’ okay.”

“Aw thanks, Arthur.” The stringy man replied with a goofy smile.

“You’re a good dad, you’re gonna do right by the kid.” I slurred while giving a little smack to the back of John’s shoulder.

“I hope you’re right.” He said while pushing me away from him.

“You should probably stop drinking now, and eat something though Arthur.”

“Alright, Marston.” I reply giving a dismissive wave as I turn around to face the entrance of the Shady Belle manor. I squinted into the darkness, did I just see something move? Could that be… Charles? He’s still on guard duty during the party? How absurd is that! I quickly began to stomp my way up the hill to confront the man.

“Wh-wat da’ hell are ya’ doin’ up here all by yourself?” I clumsily question the large man who didn’t seem too startled by my company.

“I’m on guard duty this evening. And you’re pretty drunk my friend.” He replied in his normal stoic yet warm tone.

“Come on Charles,” I wine, “ we’re c-clearly havin’ a party.” I gesture back to the campfire that was now being put out by Abigail, while other members of the gang were cleaning up the rest of the mess.

“Looks like I missed out.” Charles replied letting out a little chuckle.

“Aw shit…I think you’re right.” I said with a sigh.

“Well, I haven’t talked to you ALLLL night! So come on, take a little break and sit with me.” With that, I plop right down in the dirt beside Charles. Charles lets out a little sigh in protest but then sits down next to me.

“Okay, what’s on your mind, Morgan?” Charles asks.

“Well, I’m just really happy you’know?” I hummed while looking up at the stars that barely shined through the branches above.

“Things are just going our way at the moment. We got Jack back, I have faith in Dutch’s new plan, and I’m… I’m just in a great mood tonight.” I close my eyes for a moment allowing my head to hit the back of the stone wall that sat by the entrance of the manor. Maybe I was oversharing, normally it was hard to talk about any type of feelings I had. Could it be the whiskey? Or Charles’ calming presence? I shake away the thought, what was I talking about again?

“Well, I’m glad you’re happy, even if it ends up being just a fleeting moment.” Charles breathed as he moved to stand up. Reaching his hand down to me.

“Let’s get you to bed now.” Charles said looking down at me with his twinkling hazel eyes.

“Alright Mr. Smith, let’s go.” I respond grabbing his calloused hand and pulling me up with ease. We wandered over to the entrance of Shady Belle, Charles holding onto my ribcage to keep me from stumbling. However, his touch put my nerves on edge. Not because he was making me uncomfortable, but more because I was uneasy with human contact that lasted for this long. Once we had made it to my room, I pushed off him and face-planted into the pillow on my bed. Charles turned away walking towards the door.

“Good night Arthur.” He said quietly, trying not to disturb the others who were trying to sleep on that floor.

“W-wait Charles, c'mere I wanna talk to ya’,” I say slightly muffled by my face still practically covered by my pillow. He turns back around to me, crouching at my bedside.

“What?” he sounds in a hushed tone.

“Oh Charles, you’re so talented, a-and strong!” I mumbled “So handsome too, but you work soooooo hard. You need to let loose every once in a while.” Charles suddenly looked a little flustered as a small ting of pink filled his cheeks.

“Uhm, yes I’ll keep that in mind, Arthur.” Charles tries to move away again but I reach out to grab his arm. What has gotten into me?

“Where are you going?” I stammer as confidently as I could. Charles snorts looking at my hand that was on his arm.

“Back to my post cowboy.” He answered in a playful tone.

“Didn’t I just say somethin’ about workin’ too hard? Why don’t you stay here with me, and we can talk.”

“I don’t know about that Arthur, by the way you’re talking, you might say something you’ll regret later.”

“What do you mean by that?” I say gripping his arm a little tighter and trying to draw him closer to me.

“All I’m saying is that you’re clearly very drunk. Maybe we should talk in the morning.” Charles finishes breaking away from me and walks out the door. Dread and embarrassment immediately washes over me as soon as Charles exited. What did I just do? Did I make a move on Charles? Am I imagining things? No that definitely happened. I pulled my blanket over my face like a child cursing myself for acting so oddly. I’d always known I had a fondness for some men, but I hadn’t acted on any of those urges. Too afraid of being found out; especially by any of the gang members. Oh God, I’m sure I freaked out Charles, he probably despises me. FUCK.

…

The sun begins to peak through the window and onto the table in my room. My vision was blurry, as my eyes fluttered open. My head ached, and nausea flowed over me instantly.

“Oh God… what the hell did I do last night?” Memories of the party last night, and walking around camp came back to me. Memories of me and Charles. Shit, Charles. The feelings I had of embarrassment came to me again. Why did I act like such an idiot last night? I swear to God I hope Charles doesn’t say anything, or– just forgets about it and just assumes I was just drunk and didn’t mean anything by it. Fuck, I need to get out of here for a couple of days. I jolted out of my bed and moved to retrieve my satchel and pistol, head still pounding from the previous night’s liquor. I moved into the hallway going down the stair almost bumping into Hosea as I passed him.

“What’s got you moving this fast my boy?” Hosea questions in a slightly annoyed fatherly tone as he would speak from time to time.

“I just need to get some fresh air, Hosea.” I say a little more irritated than I intended

“Okay, don’t let this old man get in your way,” he replies sarcastically

“Maybe while you’re out try and get some deer, we’re running a little low on supplies.”

“Fine,” I nodded at the older man. I continued to rush down the rest of the steps and walked outside stepping onto the porch. I trek over to the edge of camp where Tobacco, my horse, was standing grazing on a patch of grass.

“Come on boy,” I say swinging myself on the back of the Arabian. I ride out of the camp, but as I passed the gate, I noticed Charels’ horse was also missing from the herd. Maybe that was a good thing, he wasn’t going to say anything to the gang about me.

…

I made my way into a clearing a few miles away from Rhodes where I knew I could find some deer for camp. It felt good to be far from camp. I can think a lot clearer when I wasn’t surrounded by people. I could see a large stag grazing atop a hill a couple of paces away from my current position. I took aim with my rifle, breathing in, and out slowly. The sound of my rifle shooting reverberated across the field the stag fell over dying instantly.

“Nice shot,” a filmier voice said behind me. I practically jumped out of my skin.

“OH, MY FUCKING–don’t-don’t sneak up on me like that!” I erupted turning to see Charles who had a slight smile on his face looking down at me from his horse Taima.

“Oh, I’m sorry Arthur, didn’t realize you would react so intensely.” He replied, obviously finding the whole situation to be very funny.

“What are you doing here?” I ask calmly, trying to stay relaxed while in his presence.

“Went hunting early this morning, Hosea mentioned we were running low on food.” Charles gestured to Taima, who already had a large deer strapped on. How amusing Hosea, I thought, what did he think he was playing at?

“Well, guess we had the same idea.” I say shortly moving away to retrieve my fallen stag. Charles seemed a little taken about by my tone. I didn’t particularly care, I just needed to get away before I embarrassed myself again.

“Hey, do we need to talk about something?” Charles asks sharply trying to catch my attention. My hair stood up on the back of my neck, and the same feeling of dread I felt last night washed over me. I cleared my throat before I spoke again.

“Alright,” was all I could muster before turning back to face Charles.

“So, about last night… I–uhh– it didn’t mean anything I was really drunk.”

“You’re sure?” Charles asked,

“Yes, I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

“Okay, as long as you’re sure,” Charles reacted emphasizing the “sure” in his sentence, a twinkle behind his eyes. Why the hell is he acting so weird?

“ I’m confused Charles,” I blinked in confusion.

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

“That depends, are we on the same page?” Quickly, Charles moved towards me and pushed me up against a nearby tree. My face immediately flushed, eyes darting unsure of where to rest.

“Hm, seems like you were lying Mr. Morgan,” Charles said in his calm and patient tone. I was frozen, I didn’t know what to say.

“It’s alright Arthur, I’m not angry with you,” Charles spoke in the same tone, changing his position on me slightly by relaxing his hand on my shoulder.

“You’re not?” I asked, begging to let that feeling of embarrassment drift away.

“No, of course not,” Charles smiled warmly

“To be honest, I wanted to tell you I was interested but I wasn’t sure when would be the right time.”

“What?” I say stunned, could Charles really be interested in me— like in that way?

“I felt like I would have been taking advantage of you last night. That’s why I thought it would be better to talk when you were sober.” I couldn’t believe what Charles was saying! This handsome statue of a man was really saying he was interested in dirty, ugly me?

“So…” I start, straightening myself up against the tree.

“What now?” I ask trying to regain some sort of confidence. Charles hummed a moment before leaning in and giving me the lightest peck on the lips. My body felt like it was lit on fire, and this small action from Charles unexpectedly made me ache for his touch. I reached for the back of his head and drew him into a deeper kiss. I felt the hand that was on my shoulder shift to the base of my neck, while his other wandered down to my waist. I let out a sharp sigh as I felt Charles thrusting my body closer to his. Things seemed to be escalating pretty quickly, and I was still unsure of what was really happening. The last couple of minutes felt like a long-awaited fantasy of Arthurs. I turned my body slightly in hopes of finding a more comfortable spot against the tree. Instead, I lost my balance and started falling back down the hill.

“Shit!” I spat out before me and Charles started tumbling down the golden mound. We fell for quite a ways until we hit the dip between two hills. Charles and I lay still staring up at the sky.

“God Arthur, you really know how to make a man fall for you?” I could hear Charles’ smile spread over his face.

“Oh, shut up Charles!” I erupted laughing. I pushed myself up off the ground and reached my hand down to Charles. He grabbed my hand and I lifted him up to his feet.

“Maybe we’ll pick up where we left off later,” I say, trying to regain composure.

“I’m sure we will,” Charles replied with a gentle demeanor while brushing dirt from his shoulder.

“I should grab that deer I shot before a wolf gets it.” The two of us walked up the hill and retrieved the animal carcass and then made it back to our horses.

“I’ll meet up with you back at camp,” Charles said while turning Taima in the direction of the camp.

“Alright, I’ll meet up with you soon,” I smiled at Charles tipping my hat as a sorta wave goodbye. Charles’ trotted off. I took this moment to take a deep breath. My heart must have been beating out of my throat with how hard the thumping felt.

“Come on boy,” I say to my horse who began to move in the direction of camp.

…

The sun was starting to set over the Shady Belle house. The usual faces of friends, and Micha, were gathering around the campfire. Javiar was playing his guitar, John was poking the fire with a stick and Hosea was sitting next to Jack teaching him to read with some fantasy tale. I sat down on a log next to Charles, who was carving what appeared to be a little horse out of wood.

“How was hunting today boys?” Hosea asked, pausing Jack’s story when he noticed I had sat down.

“Great, we shot two bucks a little past Rhoads,” Charles replied calmly, as usual, so as to not hint that any other activities had occurred. I could only nod awkwardly after flashes of being pinned against a tree came back to me. Hosea smiled in response.

“Anything else happen while you were out?”

“No, just the deers.” I reply as plainly, as I could.

“Okay.” Hosea said with a shrug of his shoulders a hint of suspicion behind his tone. Why was Hosea so suspicious of us? Did he see us together up on that hill? No he couldn’t have, he almost never leaves camp by himself. Maybe it was best just to forget about it for the moment.

…

A couple of hours had passed, and members of the camp were starting to retire for the night. I had finished a sketch of the deer Charles and I shot today in my journal, every drawing I did seemed to get a little better with practice. Something I was secretly sorta proud of. Charles placed a hand on my shoulder leaning to whisper in my ear.

“How about you get ready for bed and I’ll meet with you in a little bit?” His warm breath on my ear sent a shiver up my back.

“Uhm–okay,” I say with a swallow. I sat for an additional moment, waiting for Charles to leave. I proceeded to get up from the log walking to the manor and eventually the door into my room. I began taking off some of the extra weight I had been carrying all day. First my satchel, belt, and gun holster, then my jacket, and lastly I removed my hat placing it on my shelf. A soft knock came on my door. I quietly moved to the door, opening it as silently as I could making sure not to wake Hosea, John, and his family in the nearby rooms.

“That’s you Charels?” I whisper through the crack of the door.

“Let me in Arthur,” Charles replied in a similar hushed tone. I pulled the door open wide enough for Charles to slip in.

“C’mere,” Charles said grabbing the collar of my shirt and pushing me onto the bed. He pulled me into his kiss once again and I replicated the motion pressing my lips into his. Charles pulled away from the kiss to set my body into a more comfortable position, parallel to the bed. I could hardly believe what was happing to me right now. If this was some sort of dream, I hope I never wake up. Charles brought his hands to my chest, removing my blue button-up, and I began to do the same with his shirt pulling it off onto the floor. Charles then moved his hand down near my crouch.

“This alright?” He said in a thick soothing tone.

“Yea’ that’s alright,” I say, heart, beating out of my chest, bringing my hand to his. He began pulling down my pants while maintaining partial eye contact with me. Just then the audible sound of my pistol hitting the wooden floors thudded. I had forgotten to take it off the bed and move it to my table.

“Shit,” Charles whispered through gritted teeth. We both froze waiting for someone to come and ask what all the ruckus was about.

“I think we’re in the clea–” I began before the sound of a door creaking opening could be heard. Shit, I thought still frozen with Charles on top of me, his hand motionless on my inner thigh. Footsteps could be heard coming in our direction.

“Are you alright in there Arthur?” Hosea asked, his voice dense with sleep.

“Yes,” I grumbled out “go back to bed, I just dropped my gun.”

“Okay son, try and get some sleep.” Hosea replied, his footsteps were getting quieter as he retreated to his room. I let out a breath of relief as I heard his door shut behind him.

“Would you like to pickup where we left off?” Charles asked, leaning into me.

“Of course darlin’,” I reply bringing him down to kiss him again.

…

The morning sun once again came pouring into my room. I blinked my eyes open, turning to see Charles who was still sleeping underneath my arm. The both of us were squished together because of how small the bed was. I turning over onto my side, staring at the man who layed before me. How unbelievably handsome he was; his muscular body, soft black hair, his eyelashes, everything about him was absolutely beautiful. I wanted to badly to grab my journal and draw him asleep the way he is. Although moving would only disrupt this prefect image that sat so peacefully. Some movement could be heard outside my door. It was Johns voice moving closer. Not again! I nudged Charles on the shoulder waking him up.

“Good morning Arth–” Charles began before I placed my finger to his lips signaling him to be quiet.

“I’m comin’ in Arthur,” John stated turing the door knob

“NOWS NOT A GOOD TIME MARSTON!” I shouted, but it was already too late. John had stepped into the room.

“So I was just letting you know I borrowed your–” His demenor suddenly shifted to stunned and dumbfounded. His mouth stayed opened as he stared at me and Charles laying completely naked next to eachother.

“Wow, uhh, I-” John spoke in totally bewilderment.

“Please, leave.” I spoke in a tense but calm tone.

“Shit, Arthur,– I– i’m so sorry” John said turning bright red with embarrassment. Right before he was able to escape this awkward situation. Another voice rang though the hallway.

“What the hell is going on over there?” Hosea shouted from the room across from mine. Why was this situation getting worse and worse by the second?

“NOTHING!” John and I shouted at the same time.

I quickly leaned down and grabbed my underwear that was laying on the floor slipping it on. I then pushed John out the door and shut it with a slam. Charles and I as quickly as we could scrambled to put our clothes back on. I stubbeled outside my door into the hallway where a still stunned John and a confused Hosea stood.

“Who else is in that room Arthur?” Hosea questioned

“Well–” I started desperately trying to think of a away out of this situation.

“Charles.” Hosea answered his own question gestuing to my shirt. I looked down noticing that I was wearing Charles’ shirt. What an idiot.

“I had a feeling you two were up to something.” Hosea said, who then shifted closer to me placing his hand on my shoulder.

“It’s okay son, I don’t care who interests you.” Hosea said giving me a warm smile.

“What?” I say staring blankly at the older man.

“I had a feelin’ you and Charles had something going on. I noticed Charles leaving your room a night ago.”

“WHAT?” John exclaimed mouth still agape.

“How long–how long has this been going on brother!?” John questioned in disbelief

“I guess I might have made a move after the welcome home party for Jack. But nothing really happened until yesterday.” I answered shifting from one foot to the other.

“Oh my God,” John said with an exhale.

“I mean, it’s totally fine, but shit–entirely unexpected,” He said scratching the top of his head. Just then Charles slipped outside the door behind me.

“Excuse me.” Charles said moving me gently to the side.

“Everything okay?” Charles questioned the group of men.

“Yep,” John replied nodding and giving a little thumbs up as he twisted around to his room. Hosea let out a little chuckle.

“I know you’ll treat him right,” Hosea says also nodding and walking away. Once the men had disappeared I turned to look at Charles.

“Well, I guess we don’t need to worry about anyone finding out now.” I say shrugging.

“That sure made things a lot easier,” Charles said turning to look at me.

“How bout’ we ride outta here for a little bit?” I asked the taller man. Charles’ face warmed with a smile.

“That sounds like a good idea Mr. Morgan.” Charles replied giving me a little kiss on the cheek.

#rdr2 fanfic #rdr fanfiction #rdr2 #charthur fanfic #charthur #arthur x charles #red dead redemption community #red dead redemption 2 #fanfic #fanfics #fanfiction #fluff #arthur morgan #charles smith #lgbtq

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💀 WIP WEDNESDAY (LATE AS HELL EDITION ON A SUNDAY) 💀

I was tagged by @ardent-fox a few weeks ago and I am just getting around to doing this now. I'm terrible, but I've been working on the fic that the excerpt below is from.

Brief context: Big Twizz=Ian Gallagher; smoke cherry=first fire sighting report; Sisters=a township

Tagging @suzy-queued @annatrow @ianandmickeygallavich or if not, a wave and a how y'all living'? Me? Foul as hell lol.

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Mickey took a corner with his truck at the most reckless of speeds and hit redial on the console.

“Hooker, I’m on the toilet!” Malene shouts. “It’s my TikTok time. You know this!”

Mickey turned into the parking lot of Ray’s Market and screeched into a parking spot.

“Mac and Cheese!” he yells, apropos of nothing.

“Can you have a stroke at 22?” Malene asks. “I mean, is that what’s happening here?”

“I need the best recipe you can find for mac n’ cheese. You’re from New Orleans and I admit to being unseasoned, so fucking help me!”

Malene starts laughing and if he wasn’t in a full fledged panic, he might be pissed.

“I got you, Meezy. We doin’ three cheese or what?”

“You can use three cheeses?” he asks, getting out of the truck.

“Oh my sweet summer child, you called the right one.”

By the time he left with all the needed ingredients, Malene was up to speed on what he was doing and her delight had him increasingly embarrassed.

“I can count on one hand the number of times I cooked for someone and all of them were more than hookups," she says gleefully. "You're cooking. For a boy. At his spot-"

"Are you going to break into song?" Mickey asks drily.

"... so, don’t tell me this ain’t a date, Mickey. It's practically the start of a Freeform movie.”

He loaded the truck with grocery bags and blinked in the warm sun, looking at the barbershop across the street.

“It’s not a date. He broke his smoke cherry. That’s all.”

“And you’re celebrating him like he was boo. There’s no shame in admitting you like Big Twizz. He’s hot as hell and seems sweet. You’re both gay, unattached and in disgusting good health. What’s the problem?”

Mickey jogs across the street and stops outside of Outlaws, the only barbershop in Sisters.

“Look, we just found out the other was gay. Contrary to popular belief, that doesn’t mean we’re conscripted to bang. It’s pasta and cheese and a hot stove. The end.”

He walks inside and signals Trent, who waves him over to a chair.

“Blasphemer! It’s the beginning. Deny it all you want,” Malene insists as he drops into Trent’s chair and pulls off his cap.

“Tell you what, I’m not even gonna deny it because there’s nothing to deny. It’s not a date.”

Trent picked the gap in their conversation to blow his argument out of the water.

“Glad I finally got you in my chair, Mickey. We getting just a trim today or do you want to buzz the hair down for the summer?” Trent asks as he fusses with Mickey’s long locks.

“You're getting a haircut?! HOOKER, IT’S A DAAAAATE-”

Mickey hastily ends the call before any more of Malene’s screaming embarrasses him.

“Sorry about that, Trent.” A flush crawls up his neck. “Give me a DA, faded low on the sides, few inches on top.”

Trent claps him on the shoulder and picks up his clippers. “I got you ... hooker.”

#gallavich fanfic #my fic #wip

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Dedicate (pros quatro 😔🙏🏻)

SEND ME “DEDICATE” FOR A SONG DEDICATED TO YOUR MUSE FROM MINE : ACCEPTING !

nesse aqui eu fiz o seguinte, coloquei a dedicação deles e as minhas.

KANG & AHRA.

interlude: i am not angry anymore - paramore. (a dele)

i'm not angry anymore well, sometimes i am i don't think badly of you well, sometimes i do. i'm not bitter anymore i'm syrupy sweet i'll rot your teeth down to their core if i'm really happy. well i'm not angry i'm not totally angry.

@ my worst - blackbear (a minha).

maybe i'm the best mistake you ever made it sounds so fuckin' beautiful when you say my name i'm praying to a god, a god i don't believe the more i hide my scars, the easier i bleed. but maybe i'm the worst, the worst you ever had tell you you're beautiful, then stab you in the back. you're prayin' i'm the one, but maybe i'm a curse the more you try to fix me, the more you make it worse. could you love me at my worst? could you love me even though that, that it hurts?

ED & HAERI.

nonsense - sabrina carpenter. (a minha)

think i only want one number in my phone i might change your contact to "don't leave me alone" you said you like my eyes and you like to make 'em roll treat me like a queen, now you got me feelin' thrown, oh but i can't help myself when you get close to me baby, my tongue goes numb sounds like bleh, blah, blee i don't want no one else [...] cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in and when you got your arms around me ooh, it feels so good i had to jump the octave.

just like heaven - the cure (a dele)

"show me, show me, show me how you do that trick the one that makes me scream", she said. "the one that makes me laugh", she said and threw her arms around my neck. show me how you do it and i promise you, i promise that i'll run away with you. you soft and only you lost and lonely you strange as angels dancing in the deepest oceans twisting in the water you're just like a dream.

JIMMY & JAY.

tear in my heart - twenty one pilots (a minha)

sometimes you gotta bleed to know that you’re alive and have a soul but it takes someone to come around to show you how she’s the tear in my heart i’m alive she’s the tear in my heart i’m on fire she’s the tear in my heart take me higher than I’ve ever been. the songs on the radio are okay but my taste in music is your face.

bad for business - sabrina carpenter (a dela)

he's good for my heart, but he's bad for business tears me apart when he grants my wishes. all of my friends think I've gone crazy but they don't know me like my baby. we look good in photographs, i like the way you like to laugh at dirty jokes, i know they'll always land. used to get to work on time, now you're taking up my nights never been so glad to be so tired. if i'm just writing happy songs, would anybody sing along? you had to go and break into my head and i would try to fight these feelings i can't find a single reason i'd make all the same mistakes again.

SUZY & YUNA.

queen bee - lauren sanderson (a minha)

queen bee i think i'd like it if you sting me and now we're crawling to my backseat you taste like honey when you kiss me queen bee. i don't know what i'm doin lately i been feelin clueless maybe fate just introduced us i can't lie you're like the coolest. hot mess hot sex what if we rolled around all day in my bed? do you love me? love me yet? am i makin' this up? is this all in my head?

bad idea - girl in red (a dela)

it was a bad idea calling you up was such a bad idea 'cause now i'm even more lost it was a bad idea to think you were the one was such a bad idea 'cause now everything's wrong. you put your hands under my shirt undid my bra and said these words darling, you're so pretty, it hurts you pushed me up against my wall threw my clothes down on the floor darling, are you ready for more? it was a bad idea calling you up was such a bad idea, i'm totally fucked it was a bad idea to think i could stop was such a bad idea, i can't get enough.

#partner: luna. #respondidas. #demorei horrores nessa #me empolgo com musica