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secretsolarsystem · 10 months

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A SADIE POST ??? ON MY DASH ???? how about drunk au or pen pal au or anything u fuckin want cus i will read it 🫶🫶🫶😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

HEHEHEHE HIIIIII MADISON <3 ILYSM FR U STAY ON MY MIND EVEN THOUGH I'VE BEEN GONE FOR 8 MILLION YEARS FR 🫶

the way I haven't been able to write a single word in MONTHS without immediately deleting it. and I just cranked this out. the power of Madison fr.

nooooo spoilers but I have a pen pal au outlined that I wanna write for the holidaysssssss AHHH so pls enjoy this drunk au <3

1.9k, modern au, changed their ages so Anakin’s 18 and Obi-Wan’s 21, under-age drunkeness, I’ll say dub-con just incase since Anakin isn’t sober but not much happens really everyone's okay, kindaaaa mature but again. not much happens really, Obi-Wan’s going through it typical college student style. it gets a little moree angsty than I intended at the end??? but this story has a happy ending in MY mind but do with it what you will <3

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Can I Chrom ove

Shit

Can I come coer

Over. Pbi

Obi waaaaann

Obiiiiii wannnn can I comdvr PLEAEE

The string of texts gave the sense that Obi-Wan was taking hours, even minutes to respond. But checking the time stamps, they’d all been sent in the span of a minute. All of them had been sent at 1:38 in the morning.

Obi-Wan had already been awake, working on a grueling essay that he’d finally had a flow on and didn’t want to lose, sleep be damned, so he had the honor of watching these texts as they came in. The first one made him frown, not so much thrown off by the misspelling, but more so by the capitalization. Anakin never capitalized properly when he texted. (It was a point of contention for them that Obi-Wan did, and that he used proper punctuation.

“Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong? What’s wrong? You can just tell me, you know. I thought we were closer than that.”

“Anakin, what in the world are you talking about?”

“Your text. Do you not want to go anymore? Is it because you’re mad at me?”

“I’m so confused, Anakin. Did I not say that meeting at the theater at three sounded, and I quote, ‘good’?”

“Obi-Wan, you said, and I fucking quote, smart ass, ‘Sounds good.’ You wrote ‘sounds good’ with a capital S and a period at the end.”

“…Right. Yes.”

“Obi-Wan, you see why I thought you hated me, right? You see it? Right?”

The conversation went on for a few more minutes, and during the trailers, and during dinner after the movie…)

So, once he saw ‘Can I come coer,’ Obi-Wan knew Anakin was drunk. He watched all the other texts come in, and his smile grew as they did. He didn’t know if his name – at least what he was assuming was supposed to be his name – spelled as ‘Pbi’ or the desperate ‘PLEAEE’ was his favorite, but just to be sure they were forever preserved, Obi-Wan took a quick screenshot.

Just as he was about to respond, Obi-Wan saw the typing bubble pop up from Anakin and waited to see what he would add, when a loud thud came from his window. Obi-Wan’s head whipped around so fast that if adrenaline hadn’t immediately spiked through his body he would probably feel a fierce twinge in his neck.

A moment later, though, he slumped back into his desk chair with a heavy sigh and an annoyed shake of his head when he saw Anakin on the other side of the window, head pressed against the glass and dark blue eyes looking in, searching for Obi-Wan. Since Obi-Wan still had lights on, Anakin was probably looking mostly at his own reflection, but his drunken mind didn’t care.

Obi-Wan walked over and tapped the window, feeling slightly bad about having to scare Anakin, but Anakin had just scared the shit out of him and it got him to take his head off the window, so he only felt slightly kind of sort of bad about it.

He opened the window, and greeted Anakin’s slurred, “Obi-Waaaaaan!” with a shush and out-stretched hands. “Come on, come inside,” he said, helping Anakin’s long limbs climb in through the window. When Anakin finally made it in, despite Obi-Wan’s help, he fell into a heap on Obi-Wan’s floor, squealing while Obi-Wan cursed. “Why didn’t you just knock on the door, Anakin?”

“B’cus,” Anakin said, accepting Obi-Wan’s help to right himself, sitting on the floor now with his back against the wall under the window. “Gotta sneak. Mom’ll kill me.”

Obi-Wan sighed, shaking his head, though now he wore a fond smile. He could never be mad at Anakin for long. They’d known each other for four years now, ever since Anakin was a high school freshman and Obi-Wan had been a junior, and they’d surely fought during all those years, but the anger never lasted for long – if it was ever there to begin with. If he took the time to really consider it, Obi-Wan couldn’t remember a time that he was actually mad at Anakin.

(Maybe that one time he dated that girl from their school’s student government, but Obi-Wan never took the time to really consider that. That was over and done, anyways.)

“Your mom’s not here though. Were you trying to go home?” Obi-Wan asked. His essay flow left the second Anakin thunked his head against his window, so Obi-Wan figured he could take Anakin home and just go to bed.

“No,” Anakin said emphatically, looking at Obi-Wan as though he’d just asked Anakin if wanted to go sky diving into an active volcano. “She’ll kill me, Obi. I gotta stay here. Can I stay here? Please, Obi, she’ll kill me, kill me ’til I’m, like…dead.”

Obi-Wan smiled again, both at Anakin’s rambling and the memory of his ‘PLEAEE’ text. “Of course you can. Let’s get you up on the bed.”

Anakin sighed with unfathomable relief, even as he groaned at Obi-Wan moving him up and off the floor. Once he sat heavily onto the mattress, Anakin immediately fell back onto the pillows with another happy sigh.

“Thank you, Obi. The best. Obi the best, you’re the best. M’sorry I woke you up,” Anakin said, sinking into Obi-Wan’s pillows.

Obi-Wan walked over to his desk, saving and closing his essay and shutting his laptop. “I was already up, don’t worry about it,” Obi-Wan assured, turning off his desk lamp and walking back over to sit on the edge of his bed.

Although it was a struggle, Anakin propped himself up, frowning at Obi-Wan. “Why? S’late. You talkin’ to someone, Obi? Someone pretty?” he interrogated, though it was hard to take seriously, considering how he struggled not to sway back into the pillows and to keep his face looking serious.

Obi-Wan laughed. “Oh yeah, talking to all the hot authorities on the history of banned literature,” Obi-Wan said, wiggling his eyebrows. He knew in Anakin’s drunken state he’d miss the fact that Obi-Wan was referring his research paper, so he moved on. “Why are you here right now, Anakin? Have you been drinking with someone pretty?” He ignored the ugly feeling he got in his stomach at his own joke, and maintained his smile.

Anakin huffed out a breath of air and stopped himself from falling back again. “Graduation,” was the explanation Anakin gave. Obi-Wan understood, though, of course. While Obi-Wan was scrambling to finish his assignments and be done with his junior year of college, Anakin and his friends were getting ready for their high school graduation coming up. Obi-Wan couldn’t wait to watch Anakin walk across that stage, his bright smile beaming and surely putting on a show for his friends in the crowd. At Obi-Wan’s own high school graduation, Anakin whooped and hollered so loud during Obi-Wan’s entire walk Obi-Wan couldn’t help but smile and shake his head at him in the stands. Obi-Wan probably wouldn’t be quite as loud, but he couldn’t wait to cheer on Anakin.

It was bittersweet, though, because Anakin was going out of state for college. Even if he’d gone to Obi-Wan’s university, they’d only have a year together, but even then they could hang out after Obi-Wan graduated. Now, it was going to be at least four years until they’d see each other again outside of holidays – that is, if Anakin decided to come back home after he graduated, and that was anything but guaranteed.

Obi-Wan didn’t know how Shmi was handling it; Obi-Wan was a wreck. But he only let his genuine pride and excitement show, because he’d never forgive himself if Anakin let such an amazing opportunity slip away because his friend Obi-Wan was sad.

“Are all of you excited?” Obi-Wan asked, and was surprised when Anakin struggled to push himself up and forward to press into Obi-Wan’s side, his head dropping heavily to Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “Anakin?”

“M’nervous,” Anakin mumbled into Obi-Wan’s shirt. “Gonna be so far. From home. Mom. You.” Anakin lifted his head to say the last word, so it was breathed right onto Obi-Wan’s neck. “Gonna miss you, Obi. Came here ‘cause I knew you’d take care of me. Always take care of me,” Anakin rambled on, running a hand across Obi-Wan’s stomach to hold him in a loose hug.

“You’re gonna be fine, Anakin,” Obi-Wan made himself say, heart and mind racing at Anakin’s words and touch. Of course Obi-Wan had always felt so strongly for Anakin – of course he did. Anakin was smart and funny and brave and beautiful. Of course Obi-Wan loved him, but they were best friends. Always just Anakin and Obi-Wan. And Obi-Wan told himself he was content with that, because it let him keep Anakin and let let him be kept by Anakin, in some sense.

“But who’s gonna take care of me, Obi-Wan?” Anakin breathed against Obi-Wan’s skin. He was somehow closer now, so each word brushed his lips against the skin of Obi-Wan’s neck. He trailed his hand down before Obi-Wan’s brain could comprehend what was going on, and was suddenly palming Obi-Wan’s cock, which Obi-Wan realized just in that moment that he was half hard. Obi-Wan sucked in a breath, and Anakin’s movements continued, rubbing Obi-Wan’s cock, both of them feeling it get harder and harder in his jeans.

“Who’s gonna take care of you?” Anakin panted, craning his neck to press a sloppy kiss to the corner of Obi-Wan’s mouth. Obi-Wan turned his head towards him without thinking, just acting purely though shock, turning to look at him with big eyes and question on his lips, but Anakin was quick to lick it away and try to kiss him again.

“Anakin, you’re drunk,” Obi-Wan said, breathless, every single nerve alight and every single muscle tense.

“Mhm,” Anakin agreed, his kiss doing nothing but making Obi-Wan’s face wet.

“So we have to stop,” Obi-Wan tried.

“Nooooo,” Anakin whined, not stoping any of his actions, speaking right up against Obi-Wan’s face. “Just…Oh! Get drunk! Yeah, get drunk, Obi, so you can kiss me.”

Anakin’s fingers moved to the button of Obi-Wan’s jeans, fumbling there as he continued to press his lips to Obi-Wan’s in an attempt of a kiss. Obi-Wan’s hand finally came up to grab Anakin’s to stop him; he’d been dying for this to happen, but this was all wrong. It wasn’t anything like Obi-Wan had hoped, like he’d imagined, and he didn’t want this to be ruined for either of them.

He grabbed Anakin’s hand, and it stopped, easily. He turned his head away, and Anakin let him, easily. And Obi-Wan waited for Anakin to sit back and do something – laugh, cry, yell, ramble, shrug, vomit, anything – but Anakin simply slumped his entire weight into Obi-Wan. A ball of pure anxiety now, Obi-Wan waited without even breathing, and heard as soft snores started coming from Anakin.

Obi-Wan couldn’t even help it; he laughed. Anakin had just – just, what, confessed? And then kissed Obi-Wan and groped Obi-Wan’s hard dick, and then proceeded to fall asleep on top of Obi-Wan, his head on his shoulder and his hand still on his crotch.

Shaking his head out of fondness and incredulity, Obi-Wan moved Anakin to lay down on the bed, and he went, easily. He fell back onto the pillows and kept snoring, his sleep anything but disturbed. Obi-Wan took a moment to look at Anakin, to appreciate the way his lashes laid on his alcohol-flushed cheeks and the part of his lips and his curls falling around him like a halo.

Obi-Wan took this in, smiled, and went back to his desk. He opened up his laptop, opening his essay. His flow was still gone, but he needed to do something, anything except think about what the fuck had just happened.

from this prompt list prompted fic collection on ao3

#me: writer's block so severe I cannot write literally a single word #madison: hiiiii :3 #me: TWO THOUSAND WORDS JUST FOR YOOOU <33 #ilysm fr <33 #sorry for the ending fr #obikin #ask #prompt #my writing

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joonie7007 · 2 months

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I DONT CARE IF THIS IS MESSED UP TO SAY BUT SEWERSLIDE WAS BETTER THAN THIS

I WOULD RATHER JUMP OFF OR WTV LEAVE THE COUNTRY FUCK THIS PLACE MINHO CMON NOW PLEAEE

JUST WORK AT WALMART BRU OR SOMETHING (I JUST WANNA GET IN THE STORY AND SLAP HIM TO RECONSIDER)

I can’t keep defending him he’s ass

GAHHHH HES SO PATHETIC bro hit rock bottom

He’s cooked…

I want to thank this person who got me into this edit so good it got me to read the beginning to know the characters (now.. I’m going to find their house.)

#random #yandere male #male x male #sadistic beauty

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killjoyyzz · 1 year

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HELLOOOO MUTUALS DO YOU WANNA JOIN AGGIE IO WITH ME AND ADDERALLFRANK I DONT CARE IF I HAVE NEVER TALKDD TO YOU BEFORE I LOVE YOU YOU SHOULD JOIN <3<3<3<3!!!! mutuals PLEAEE u can dm 4 the link 😍😘❤💓😋🤭😻

#killjoyyzz stop making noise #tbis looks like a bot post <3

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yo-momsin-mybed · 1 year

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Summary: Ryan and Dylan thought they were sneaky, when they'd slip away to the radio hut or boat shack or when they'd bicker infront of their friends and pretend not to care afterwards. Over all they were sure they were safe from anyone finding out.

Notes: I like Chris and I do not believe he'd be homophobic but for the plot he is.

Ryan looked out the window of the radio hut, "no one is going to show up dude, it's 10pm they are all asleep," Dylan said placing a hand on Ryan's shoulder, moving it slowly down to his waist.

"Chris isn't asleep yet, I'm sorry, I'm just nervous," Ryan defended himself softly

Dylan pulled him back closer to him, leaning down to plant a few kisses down his neck.

Ryan's breath hitched, he backed up so he was pressed against dylans hard.

Dylan giggled and turned Ryan around so he was facing him, "your really pretty you know," Dylan said softly.

Ryan looked away, nervously laughing, he looked back up at Dylan and connected their lips roughly.

They moved in sync, grinding against each other hard, dylans hands traveled around Ryan's body, grabbing at his ass on the way down.

Dylan started undoing Ryan's button up shirt, revealing his chest to the other, Dylans hands traveled around, exploring his back and abs.

Everything was going smoothly, until the door open roughly.

"Why in the name of God are you up-" Chris stopped in his tracks, switching the light on to get a better view.

By this time Kaitlyn and Jacob were watching from the stairs, Emma, nick, and abi weren't far behind.

"What the fuck" Chris said, "no, no I don't even want to- Ryan do you know how much I sacrificed for you?" Chris slammed his fist on the door, rubbing his face. "This is disgusting Ryan, your not gay man" he said trying to sound more friendly.

He turned to see the other councilors, all looked just as shocked.

Dylan could feel his chest start pounding, his hands were shaking by his side. Ryan was buttoning up his shirt fast, listening intensely to what Chris was saying.

"I'm sorry Chris, I'm sorry" he repeated grabbing his things from the table next to Dylan.

Dylans heart broke, he was upset that ryan was getting yelled at instead of him, but he was also upset that ryan seemed so scared.

"Come on," Chris said grabbing Ryan's shoulder, they walked up the stairs to the office, Chris ignored the other councilors, not bothering to waste his breath.

"Are you okay?" Nick said running over to dylan, who was still frozen in place.

"I don't even know what's going on" Dylan said honestly

Kaitlyn rushed over with Jacob, both helping Dylan back to bed.

They spent most the night listening to muffled aurgments through the wall. Dylan spent most the night crying.

"God damnit, are you high? Or are you really a fag?" Chris shouted angerly, "this makes no sense Ryan what about your passed girlfriends?"

"I don't know Chris, I don't know, I never felt this way with then, I-"

"S-stop that's gross no, okay, I'm going to contact your grandparents" Chris said searching for his phone book

"No, Chris please don't tell them, pleaee"

"Ryan," he huffed, "I won't tell them but your going to go home for the rest of the summer, okay? Maybe next year you'll be better off.. mentally"

That begone to pour out of Ryan's eyes, broken sobbs were heard over the camp.

By the morning Ryan had his stuff packed and he was patiently waiting for his grandfather to pick him up.

He felt arms wrap around his chest making him jump, "Dylan? Stop what if-"

"Kaitlyn and Jacob are distracting him and Nick will call when your grandfather pulls up, for now I just want to kiss you" Dylan whispered, hilding up the walkie talkie, ryan could hear the tiredness laced in his words.

Ryan didn't hesitate to turn around and crash his lips to dylans, they then hugged until Nick called.

"Here" Ryan said handing Dylan a peice a paper, "when you get your phone back call me first thing" Ryan laughed

Dylan smiled through the tears, stepping away from Ryan. "See yeah" he laughed sadly

"See yeah" Ryan replied quietly, turning towards the car coming down the road.

#dylan x ryan #drylan #ryan erzahler #the quarry #dylan leviny #kaitlyn ka #ryan ezrahler #ryan x dylan

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tvowu · 1 year

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I wanna come back to school and hold you and praise you with gift but I don't want to seem cligy or possive I bet you don't even care for me I bet your talking with that other girl I bet you love her more even if that the case I still love you because that how I show love by gift giving and checking on you don't forgot me don't leave me don't hurt me I may seem fine but I'm just trying to keep myself tougher if I think about you and how much I miss you I will bream and fall apart into a deep sadness

PLEASE DONT REPLACE ME PLEAEE PLSEASE PLEASE PLEASE

#obbsessive #obbsession #i love them #i miss you

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sadreadermha · 2 years

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I NEED HELP

I can find this mha fic and it's driving me up a wall.

Can you help tumblr

Aizawa, deku and inko get kidnapped, inko dies, they are all chained up in the same room, they get tortured, aizawa develops a panther mutation to his quirk, when they get saved aizawa attacks mic to defend deku, their kidnapper has to be careful when interacting with deku since aizawa gets aggressive, aizawa starts calling deku cub. Pleaee help me

#mha fanfiction #help #fanfic

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ctrlemis · 2 years

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I KEEP SEEING ANONS ASK IF SAI IS DATING SOMEONE ITS EVERYWHERE HSVDHSB💀💀And why do you you hate harry?🤔🤔 im genuinely curious tbh i dont rlly care abt harry sometimes im lowkey annoyed of him

And SPRRAD ??? 💀💀💀

ITS SO FUNNY TO ME LIKE YALL. PLEAEE GO OUTSIDE💀

AND IM GLAD YOU ASKED: IN MY OPINION,,HARRY IS JUST AS PREJUDICE AS DRACO IS.. think about it. also he was so annoying books 5-7 (AND THE MOVIES) i liked younger harry though

AND IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SPREAD HELPFNF

#ctrlemis #art's answers 🎨#𓆩 hunter ♡ ning(ning) 𓆪 #art can't sleep 💤

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skyland2703 · 2 years

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OTP Asks: Boom! Comics; Billy/Skull (turnabout is fair play~): Who gets flustered watching the other peel and eat a banana? Who's the sensitive one (physically)? Who's the sensitive one (emotionally)? Do you have an AU thought?

If turnabout is fair play does that mean I get to send you Javelia? Don’t answer that.

Who gets flustered watching the other peel and eat a banana?

Billy! Skull knows just how much Billy tries to maintain a reputation, and while he wouldn’t want to do anything to tarnish it, that would hurt the boy, he is more than happy to make Billy get flustered with eye contacts and the very seductive eating of the banana, AFTER they start dating. So, this is how it goes: they’re sitting in the juice bar… so far, only Kim has managed to get it out of Billy, that the two of them are together— no one else knows (ok Bulk also knows) and Eugene just makes eye contact with Billy the first occasion he finds. After that, Billy is glancing at Eugene nervously anyway, and Skull finds THIS the best moment to take a banana, gently peel it, rub it along with his hands and— meanwhile Billy is just looking all red in the face and Jason Zack and Trini are just trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with him. They don’t know that his pants are too tight. They suspect it’s the shoes.

Who's the sensitive one (physically)?

Billy is the more physically sensitive one. He’s got a smaller frame, and a more sensitive body, with heightened senses in a lot of places anyway, and Eugene always makes sure he’s not hurting Billy every time they get together. He knows that Billy has a giant “Fragile: Handle with Care” sign printed all over his body. He know it, he respects it. For Skull, he’s not that physically sensitive, because the tough life has given him lessons, and under Bulk’s wing, he’s taken up a lot of exercise and workout routines, trying to fix his malnourished, used to be sensitive body. (Someone pleaee hug him.)

Who's the sensitive one (emotionally)?

SKULL SKULL SKULL SKULL SKULL. THERE IS NO QUESTION ABOUT THIS. ITS A GIVEN. He has a tough exterior but he tries. Oh god he tries to make it feel like he’s got no emotions. But he’s an open book, one that Billy can read even if he didn’t know the language— and he practically has a PhD in it. So Skull tries to hide his emotions, and he’s got a lot of them. Sometimes, when something hurts him, he lets it be, even though it kills him slowly. He wouldn’t confront Billy on disappearing to ranger battles when he didn’t know Billy was a ranger, keeping it to himself, the hurt that came with the self depreciating fact that “maybe I’m not good enough for him, and that’s why he’s making excuses to get away from me”. Billy found out, and he cried because he thought Eugene should trust him more than that, at least. “I love you. More than anything else. Please. Never say something like that again” That’s how the first confession from Billy had come around. And Eugene promised to be less self loathing, though that would still take some time— it’s not easy to mend what’s broken inside of you, you see.

Do you have an AU thought?

Excuse me, AN Au thought???!!?!!? I have AU thoughts for these idiots EVERY DAY. I mean it. They’re right after my Javelia AU ideas, I’m not kidding (can’t count SkyZ. I’ve exhausted AUs with them. Ask anyone) lets see: College AU, Tattoo Artist x Florist AU, Mafia AU (ngl that one sucked in my mind) I’ve got a roommates one already in my drafts, and a demolition lovers AU that I can list off the top of my head ^^

Now let’s see, what should we elaborate on rn?? Yes. Florist x Tattoo Artist AU. Involves ton of flower language and symbolism (yes, your line with the lilies got me thinking bout this… if you remember?) so Skull runs the tattoo place in a worn out run down area of the city, and Billy has a flower shop in one of the the better areas. Billy wants to try out new things, so he decides to get a tattoo, but he doesn’t know of what exactly. It’s another cliche meet cute, where the tattoo artist he finds is Skull and asks him to draw whatever feels like it’ll go with Billy’s personality, and weeeellllll….

#yes. yes I left it there on purpose #evil author things you know #anywayyyyyyyy #I almost dropped my phone in a bucket of water while typing this #billy cranston x eugene skull skullovitch #eugene skull skullovitch #billy cranston #mighty morphin power. rangers #headcanons #ask #^^ thanks for the ask!!

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