#read a bit and I’m just 😧

[reasonablyneurotic]

this is so dumb I’m sorry

#lcb #limbus company #project moon #lcb faust #lcb meursault #lcb don quixote #lcb hong lu #yea don is stabbing Hong lu #pride month #does that even count #W corp is insane btw #read a bit and I’m just 😧 #art

[daisies-daydreams]

Heyy, I absolutely love your fics and the way you write so I wanted to submit a request if that's okay! I was reading your fic 'the first step' and got the idea from there coz I'm always rereading that fic it's really good

Could I request a ghostxfem!reader where reader is a doctor and her and ghost have been married for a couple of years now which ghost has still kept a secret, and she recently starts as head doctor at his base where she finally meets 141

But soap, not yet knowing that she's married to ghost, tries to flirt with her for sometime and ghost just gets really jealous and protective and finally tells the truth to everyone and they're just all like '😧' coz who the hell would marry some broody guy loll it can be a little lighthearted if you like

Sorry for the long message😭 thank you so much and I hope you keep doing what you're doing coz I'm practically in love with your writing❤️❤️

Lovely (Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Doctor!Reader)

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Doctor!Reader Category: Fluff/(Some) Angst Warnings: Swearing, Flirting, Jealous!Ghost, Slightly Suggestive Content Word Count: 2.8k+ A/N: Hi there! I love it when Simon gets so protective/jealous. 🤭 Thank you for your request and sweet words, and I hope you enjoy!

“Have you been up all night?” you asked as you stepped into the kitchen. Your husband, Simon, flinched as your soft voice carried through the room. He sighed and rubbed his hand down his face, the bags under his eyes already confirming your suspicion. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” you breathed as you laid a hand on his broad shoulder.

“It’s alright, hun,” he grumbled. Your heart skipped a beat as he rested his lips against your wrist, his warm skin lingering against yours as you rubbed his other shoulder.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked as you took the seat beside him. Simon sighed heavily as he bit the inside of his cheek. A heavy silence lingered between the two of you before he leaned back in his chair.

“I just…you know how I feel about keeping these parts of my life separate,” he spoke up. You looked down.

“I know,” you swallowed as your hand fell back into your lap. Simon sucked in a sharp breath as he slid his hand over his mouth.

“Then why did you take the position as head doctor?” he murmured while gazing into your eyes. You paused for a moment, your eyes slightly wide as you rummaged through your thoughts. You took a deep breath.

“Because I wanted to be closer to you, Simon,” you confessed. Simon blinked as he stiffened in his chair.

“Baby, you already see me when I’m on leave,” he said while laying a hand on your thigh. A lump swelled in your throat as you nodded.

“I know…I just-I miss you, Si,” you sniffed. He immediately pulled you onto his lap before wrapping an arm around you. Your heart skipped a beat as he lips pressed to the crown of your head.

“I love you, (Y/N). I just want you to be safe,” your beloved replied. You pulled back a little before gently cupping his cheek.

“I love you, too, Si. But you’ve told me that the people you work with are trustworthy, right?” you asked. He glanced away before silently nodding in agreement. You smiled softly and let your hand slide down to his shoulder. “And you’ll always know where I am,” you added with a soft chuckle. The corners of your husband's eyes crinkled while you pecked his lips.

“I’ll be fine...we’ll be fine,” you beamed while sliding your hands over his rugged cheeks. Your love's face softened as he took a deep breath.

“Thank you, love,” Simon smiled as he rested his forehead against yours. You sighed as he splayed one of his hands across your lower back. The two of you held each other as the golden sun peeked over the roofs of your neighborhood.

“Have any tips for my first day?” you murmured. Simon hummed as he pulled back, his lips pursed as he thought for a few moments.

“If Johnny tries to flirt with you, let me know,” he said. You chuckled and pecked his lips.

“Yes sir, Lt.,” you winked with a small salute.

+++

"Think you dropped this, dolly," the Scotsman behind you drawled. You blinked and turned around to find your phone in Johnny’s large, calloused hand.

"Goodness - my first day on base and I'm already losing things," you laughed. The corners of the Sergeant's bright, blue eyes crinkled as he chuckled.

"No worries. Always happy to help," the man winked as he slid your phone into your palm. You noticed how his hand seemed to linger against yours as he took a step closer. Your brows knitted together as he tilted his head down.

"I hope I'm not bein' too forward, but would you like to grab some drinks later?" he said while flashing you a bright smile. You felt the tips of your ears burn as you looked down at your shoes.

"No, thank you," you said while gripping your phone. Johnny sighed and slid his hands into his pockets.

"Right. Next time, then," the Sergeant winked. You had to refrain from rolling your eyes as you gave him a small, tight smile.

"Have a good day, Johnny," you said before he waltzed out of your office. You shook your head and sighed as you finished up your notes.

“Prescribing patient with 50 mg of Androcur* - take twice daily,” you joked to yourself.

“Better make it three times,” you heard your husband murmur from the doorway. You squeaked and nearly threw your pen across your desk as you gasped.

“Simon!” you whisper screamed as you laid a hand over your chest. Simon uncrossed his arms as he lumbered towards you, letting the door shut behind him. You watched as he paused right, his shadow looming over you. He suddenly reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a little container containing a cupcake.

“Thought you could use a little pick-me-up,” he said, the dark fabric of his face mask billowing as he talked. Your eyes lit up as he handed you the plastic container.

“Thank you, baby,” you cooed. Simon sighed heavily as you set it aside while finishing up your notes.

"What did he say to you?" your husband asked, his voice a low yet gentle growl. You hummed before spinning around in your chair.

"Who? Johnny?" you blinked. Simon nodded as he shifted in place. "He just wanted to get drinks with me," you shrugged. You saw your love narrow his hickory eyes, his gaze even darker beneath his skull mask. "Don't worry, I told him no," you smiled brightly while cupping his cheek. Simon slowly relaxed and took a deep, long breath.

"Good. Wanker needs to learn his place," he huffed. A small smirk danced over your features as you giggled.

"Honey, don't worry about it," you said as you rose to your feet. Simon tilted his head as you pulled out your wedding ring from your pocket. "Even though this isn't on my finger while I'm at work, I'll always act like it is," you reassured him as you laid your other hand on his waist. Simon grunted, his gaze softening as he pulled you close.

“You’re too good to me, lovie,” he murmured. You smiled as he slid his mask down and captured your lips in a sweet, tender kiss. You squeaked as he reached his hand down and eagerly squeezed your bum. “And I’ll make sure to be good to you later,” he rumbled with a hint of mischief in his voice.

“Simon,” you whined as he chuckled in your ear. The two of you paused when you heard another knock on your door.

“That’s my three o’clock,” you sighed. Simon frowned, his lips parted ever so slightly before he pulled his mask up. You grinned ear to ear as your husband slid his hands into yours and gave them a gentle squeeze.

“I’ll see you after your shift,” he rumbled with a soft look in his eyes. You slowly nodded, your heart aching that he had to leave so soon.

“‘Kay,” you replied before pecking his cheek. The knocking grew louder before Simon strolled over and nearly ripped the door from its hinges. The soldier’s eyes widened as your beloved stared him down.

“S-Sorry,” the man squeaked before walking past him. You gave Simon one last grin before he disappeared down the hall. Your mind began to wander for the rest of your shift, the thought of Simon acting defensive when it came to Johnny making you hide a smirk.

The Sergeant was just infatuated with you - he'd probably grow bored the next time you said "no" to him.

+++

Johnny’s flirting continued for weeks since you started working on base. Each time you told Simon about it, you could see a vein pop in the side of his head or his fists clench...and each time, he'd say that he's "fine".

"Thanks again for the check-up, doc," Johnny beamed as he held his hip. You were pulled out of your thoughts as the man rose to his feet.

"No problem, Johnny," you replied as you gave him his diagnosis sheet with instructions on how to treat the black and blue mark on his hip. You noticed that, despite the bruise on his waist, he was wearing more tight-fitting jeans today and a black, tight workout shirt. You paused when you saw him linger in the doorway his eyes locked on your pensive expression as you crossed your ankles.

"Is there anything else you need, Sergeant?" you asked with a raised brow. Johnny slightly bit his lip as his eyes were filled with desire.

"Just wonderin' if you'd like to take me up on my offer from a while ago and get some drinks with me tonight?" Johnny asked with a sparkling smile. You gripped the ring in your pocket as you kept yourself from sighing too loudly.

"Johnny, while I admire your...persistence, I'm not interested. Thank you, though," you explained with a firm voice. The Scotsman's lowered tensed a bit as he rubbed his arm.

"Right," the Sergeant replied while averting your gaze. There was still a determined twinkle in his eye as the two of you said your goodbyes. You sighed and shook your head before finishing up a few more tasks before your lunch break. Your body slightly ached with exhaustion as you glanced down at your watch.

"Thank God," you breathed as you shrugged your lab coat off of your shoulders. You hung it on the back of your chair before clocking out and heading over to the food court. You perked your head up when you saw your husband sitting at one of the tables. You noticed how tightly he was gripping his drink while Johnny motioned with his hands wildly. As childish as it seemed, you slowly inched towards them and hid behind a pillar nearby.

“I’m tellin’ ya, Lt. - that new doc is an absolute fox,” Johnny said. You could practically hear your husband’s eyes narrow and jaw clench.

“Surprised she hasn’t fallen for you, yet,” Kyle said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Johnny rolled his eyes.

“I’m sure she’ll come around,” he said optimistically. "She said I was persistent," the Sergeant added.

"I don't think that was meant as a compliment," Kyle muttered. Simon gripped his plastic cup so hard you thought he could crush it with his bare hand.

"You alright, Lt.?" the Sergeant hummed. Simon straightened his posture as if squaring up for a fight.

“Peachy fuckin' keen," your love droned. Your eyes widened as you watched him bounce his leg beneath the table. Johnny raised his brows as a smirk stretched across his face.

“My my - are we a tad bit jealous, Lt.?” he chuckled. You saw the fire dancing in Simon’s dark eyes as he drummed his fingers on the table. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you have a turn when-“ Everyone flinched when Simon suddenly slammed his fist down on the table. Johnny’s smile immediately fell while the Lieutenant leaned over the table and stared him dead in the eye. You rushed towards them as your husband seethed.

“Don’t you fucking dare talk about my wife that way, Sergeant,” he snapped. The men’s jaws dropped while you froze where you stood. "You're to treat her with respect, do you understand?" Simon bellowed as he loomed over the Sergeant.

"Si, baby?" you cooed behind him. Simon suddenly whipped his head around, his brown eyes widening as he stiffened beneath your gaze.

"Sweetheart," he sucked in a sharp breath as you stood before all three of them. Time seemed to slow before you took a small step forward.

“S-Sweetheart?“ Johnny stammered as he pointed between the two of you. Kyle’s mouth remained wide open as you gently placed a hand on Simon's forearm and rubbed it tenderly. Your husband looked down at you, his body relaxing beneath your soft touch as you smiled up at him. Johnny’s face instantly grew pale as his lips drew into a tight line.

“Shit, man. What the hell were you doing flirting with a married woman?” Kyle whispered loudly as he shifted in his seat.

“I didn’t know she was married!” Johnny said, his voice cracking as heat filled his cheeks. “Did you?”

“Of course not! But I did think it was weird how often Ghost was around her,” Kyle replied. You smiled and rubbed Simon’s burly arm while the two men spoke as if you weren’t standing before them. Your beloved sighed before clearing his throat.

“I suppose now’s a good time as any to explain ourselves,” he spoke up. Kyle and Johnny shifted in their seats, their faces slightly flustered as they moved their gaze between Simon and you. You gave your husband a reassuring smile as he exhaled sharply. "This is my wife, (Y/N)," Simon stated matter-of-factly as the two of you held hands beneath the table. You grinned as you held your free hand out.

"Nice to finally meet the two of you properly," you chuckled. Kyle took your hand first, shaking it firmly while Johnny stared on in disbelief.

“Y’alright, Johnny?” the Lieutenant drawled with a raised brow. The Scotsman snapped his mouth shut as he blinked several times and shook his head.

“I…you…how?” he stammered. You giggled at his dumbfounded expression while Simon groaned. “Did Price ever know about this?” Kyle piped up, the two men now acting like curious schoolboys wanting in on a secret. Simon nodded as he ran his hand down his face.

“‘Course he knew - man’s the one who helped us stay covert this whole time,” your husband muttered as his hand fell back down to his side.

“Until now,” Johnny said with a small smirk, already back to his old self. “Back to what I wanted to say earlier: how the bloody hell did a bonnie like yourself end up marrying a bloke like him?” he asked.

"Be careful what you say, Sergeant," Simon warned. You rolled your eyes and playfully flicked his arm.

“We actually met in the park,” you said as your eyes lit up. Simon glanced away and you stifled a giggle - you knew how red his face was getting beneath his mask. “I was riding my bike and he was out for his morning jog. I was rounding a corner and my brakes stopped working,” you said. You turned towards him, bouncing a little in your seat as you anticipated for him to continue the story. Simon remained silent for several moments before he sighed.

“She crashed right into me,” he murmured before looking up. You heard Kyle snort across from you while Johnny hid a cheeky smile.

“I was panicking, asking if he was okay - checking for any injuries,” you continued. Simon chuckled a little.

“You were the one with a concussion,” he pointed out. You blushed and bit your lip. “If anything, I’m the one who destroyed your bike, not the other way around,” Simon mused. You laughed and nodded.

“So, the rest is history then?” Johnny chimed in. You hummed in reply.

“Yep - he found it ironic that he was talking a doctor to the ER,” you said with a bubbly giggle. Simon shrugged.

“Had to do something,” he replied bluntly. You smiled as you leaned over and pecked his cheek.

"To me, it was everything," you said while lovingly stroking his arm. Simon purred lowly while he stared into your eyes.

"Well...you're my everything," he whispered softly. You flinched when the alarm on your watch suddenly went off.

"Ugh, lunch break's almost over," you frowned before slowly rising to your feet.

"Wait-" Johnny began. The three of you eyed him as he swallowed thickly. Simon tensed as he stepped towards you, your bodies only about a foot apart as the Sergeant parted his lips. "I-I just wanted to apologize for all the things I said," he muttered as the tips of his ears burned with red. "Had I known you were married, I wouldn't have been more...persistent," he winced at the last word. You gave him a small grin while you tilted your head.

"I forgive you, Johnny," you replied. He closed his eyes and sighed with relief. "This time," you added before turning on your heel. Simon chuckled quietly while Johnny's jaw dropped. You smiled as you brushed your fingers through your beloved's dirty blonde hair.

"I'll see you after my shift, yeah?" you beamed with a wink. Simon slowly nodded, his eyes half-lidded and mouth parted beneath his mask.

"Yeah," your husband simply replied. You grinned and pecked his forehead.

"See you later, boys," you said with a wave. They all waved goodbye as you hummed to yourself, walking towards a vending machine for a little snack. You heard Kyle say something just within earshot before you left:

"You're a lucky son of a bitch, Riley," the Sergeant said. You cracked a smile and turned to meet Simon's loving gaze. He rested his cheek on his fist while sighing happily.

"I sure am, Garrick," he replied.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

*Note: Androcur is a medication used to regulate high libido.

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[hecateslore]

will you please give me simon comfort bc i’m on my period. it’s not normal comfort bc my cramps aren’t actually that bad rn.

(this will be tmi but i really don’t care)

so i started yesterday right? so i get in the shower and i take out my tampon before i shower so that i can wash my puss properly. well i forgot to put one back in after i showered so about 15 minutes later i go to curl my hair and i feel something ooze. i go to the bathroom and sure as shit i bled through. so i put hydrogen peroxide on my underwear and put a new pair on. i left my old underwear in the sink to sit for a minute so i could go rant to my mom ab how i should’ve been a boy.

cue my dad going to the bathroom and seeing my fucking bloodstained panties in the sink soaking in hot water and dawn dish soap and hydrogen peroxide. i get yelled at by my dad, MY DAD WHO LIVES WITH THREE WOMEN ALL WHO GET THEIR PERIOD ALL WHO HAVE BLED THROUGH BEFORE. and then to make it worse when i put the new tampon in i’m pretty sure i touched my own cervix and with the applicator thing. also, i go to finish curling my hair and i burnt myself.

pookie, nothing is going my wayyyyy. all i want is simon riley to alight at me and tell me everything is gonna be ok.

I read this shit like 4 times, you had me weak asf 😭😭😭 but I'll deliver for you pooks💗🎀!

You laid face down on your mattress, trying to suppress the the pain coming from your lower abdomen. Taking deep breaths trying to subdue the mini muscle spasms in your pelvic area. You spent majority of the morning sitting on the toilet free bleeding. Going from bed to toilet, eventually to shower now back to bed. It had been a particularly heavy day, with more cramps than normal.

"y' alright?" Simon peeped in your shared bedroom, obviously puzzled at your current position. You throw a thumbs up at him, earning a deep chuckle from the man. "Just have cramps." You say words muffled from your face being planted into the soft material. "You want me to grab you somethin'?" Simons tone concerned, "Actually, you joining me would be great." As soon as you finished your sentence you felt a dip on your side, a warm hand rubbed up and down your back, sometimes breaking pattern and rubbing circles on your lower. Soft moans slip your mouth, "maybe you should flip so I can rub your belly?" he reckons, so you do you both lie facing each other, his warm hand on your lower stomach rubbing and soothing the area.

"you’re warm." you nuzzle into his big frame, becoming sleepy from his body heat. "warm blooded." he pulls the blanket from under you both covering your bodies, "you can sleep for a bit, I'll be here." You hum in response, and let sleep tip toe quietly into your body. Waking 4 hours later to a knocked out Simon. (who snores loud asf 😧😧)

hope you feel better bae💗

#lunden’s response ❀— #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley x you #simon riley fluff #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #ghost x reader #ghost fluff

[kimberly-spirits13]

Batfam reacting to Tims bf being a magic user something similar to a wizard/witch with having to use spells from a spell book or memorizing it and sometimes have to use physical items to cast them

I truly want this cause i want a reaction from Damian when he walks into a room and see’s tims bf floating legs crossed his eyes glowing to the color of his power and the pages of the book turning on its own

I’m going to do a shorter one since I’m traveling rn

Dick would think everything is pretty cool

He’s into the magic stuff with all of his friends and the fact that he grew up in the circus

Magic is probably kind of comforting to him in a way

He is curious about the book though

I have some theories that only magic users will be able to read the book so he looks at it like 🥸🤔

He’s got no idea

Like he wants to learn about it but there’s so much to learn

Jason thinks it’s a bit creepy and first

Duke is probably the same way

I feel like Duke would be slightly religious so he’d be over there internally like 😰✝️✝️✝️

Poor Duke needed a while to get used to it 

Jason kind of he just like yea whatever in person

But internally he’s like- I swear if this is Constantine magic I’m abandoning this family

He and Duke are taking Alfred and Cass and RUNNING

Alfred is fine with it as long as you don’t break anything

Like please keep the house tidy- that’s all he asks

Luke and Bruce are the ones who want to run tests at any point

Can you do this? What about this? How does this work?

Bruce is more cautious about it though cause he’s distrusting of magic

Steph is the meme of SHAPES AND COLORSSS

she’s just mesmerized with no shame

Looks like a kid in a candy store or at Disney

She doesn’t even try to play it cool she’s just like 😧 the entire time

Cass is really chill

She likes to study her stuff when you’re working because you just don’t make too much of a ruckus about things

She thinks it’s pretty neat too since she likes to learn about everything

Damian is slightly polarized and indignant about it

If he walks in a room and you’re mid air doing some kind of magic he’s booking it

*in Arabic* “for grandfather’s sake I can’t get a moment of peace in this household”

Backs away slowly from the room

He won’t ask questions but will instead just assume things based off of what he’s seen

More of a hypothesis kind of guy

Just don’t touch his pets and you’ll be fine

#dc x reader #dc comics #batfam x reader #batboys x reader #batfam #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #damian wayne x reader #stephanie brown #tim drake x reader #tim drake imagine #tim drake x male reader #tim drake x you #tim drake x gender neutral reader #tim drake x gn reader #tim drake x y/n #nightwing x reader #red hood x reader #duke thomas x reader #red robin x reader #batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #alfred pennyworth

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 13

chapter 24:

1. sirius 🫱🏻‍🫲🏼 james being codependent af

2. ooo reg you’re so close babes. think about that just a little more. he realizes he cares about how james treats him and feels about him. reg just almost gets it

3. “He thinks the arena makes everyone a bad person while they're here. The only exception to the rule is James. He's the only person who could drag himself through all of this filth and cruelty and still hold onto his shine.”

4. ☺️ this “without hesitation” line is gonna bite us in the ass, isn’t it?

5. they’re talking about what their life without tragedy would have looked like. and damn. i’m not okay. their life would have been so beautiful

6. “"In that life, I do," Regulus whispers. "I let you do whatever you want, and when you want to dance, we dance."”

i’m NASTY sobbing over this line. like, snot coming out of my nose sobbing

7. “Regulus said James was his first love, didn't he? James would give anything to be his last.” 😀😀😀 holy shit that hurts

8. that nightmare was VILE

9. god, reg was practically sobbing to hold james’ hand. why is the world cruel to them??

10. 😐 i am unamused. another fucking spider

11. “"Have a go at me. Don't thank me or anything. It's always you're so stupid, James; it's never you looked so sexy and heroic while saving everyone from the murderous spider, James."” PFFFFFTTTT

12. it hurts to read it, but i also have always known that if reg wasn’t called into the hunger games, james would have died for someone else. like he said, either peter or vanity

13. god, peter’s story line and character fucking hurts. his family was mathias, irene, vanity, james, and even reg. this hurts like hell

14. NOOO PETER!!!!!

15. THEY MADE IT!!! THEY SURVIVED! THE GAMES ARE OVER!! THANK GOD!!

16. 😀😧 the rule change is REVOKED??? IM ABOUT TO LOSE MY FUCKING SHIT!! IF I WAS IN THIS UNIVERSE, ID PERSONALLY BE THROWING HANDS WITH SLUGHORN!! I BET SIRIUS HAS TO BE PHYSICALLY RESTRAINED!!

17. “"You're hesitating, love," James says softly.”

SCREEEEEEEEEEECHH

18. “"Axus got me on their way into the water. At least it was your dagger, I suppose," James says with a weary chuckle, his throat bobbing on a harsh swallow. His mouth quirks up a bit at the corner, gentle and lovely. "Maybe this makes me insane, but if I'm honest, I wish it had been you."”

oh no, make no mistake james. this very much does make you insane

19. and james is compared to the fucking sun going down again. i- i’m not okay

20. i need therapy for my trust issues. i trusted my ex best freind who outed me. i trusted my old roommate who i recently found out had a notes app list of everything she didn’t like about me this year. and most importantly, i trusted zar. i trusted that this fic wouldn’t do this to me.

#marauders #regulus black #james potter #fanfic #jegulus #sunseeker #starchaser #crimson rivers

[jinx-420]

Summer fling

Summary: Your brothers childhood friend joins your family’s annual summer beach trip, nothing has changed between you two…right?

Warnings: brothers bsf Abby x fem reader, gets a teeny bit smutty, this series is gonna be kinda slow burn, smoking weed, Abby calls reader princess like a billion times. this isn’t proof read so it’s kinda shitty.. 😧

“Why do you even need so many bikinis, I mean cmon..there’s like forty in here” your bestie friend Kira says as she watches you pack your suitcase.

“A girl needs her options okay!” You said rolling your eyes adding an additional bikini you just found in your messy closet. “Im ganna be so lonely without you here I think I’m ganna die of boredom” Kira complains once again about your annual 1 month long summer beach trip your leaving for in the morning. “Let’s just FaceTime every night alright ? I’ll let you know if there’s any summer flings over there” you say struggling to zip up your overfilled suitcase. “Shit dude try to help me out here” you add on while your zipper still doesn’t budge. “I’ll sit on it and you zip it” you say as you sit on the suitcase. You put all your weight down as Kira pulls the zipper one way as hard as she can, which leads to the suitcase slipping from under you. You let out a little yelp as you land on the floor. “Ohmygod I’m ganna pee my pants” Kira manages to say while wheezing .

Just then your older brother, Jordan bursts in the room “Ohmygod can y’all be any louder me and Abby are trying to finish our summer project so we don’t have to during the trip” you could barely even process what he said from the ongoing laughter but then finally registered what he said. “wait what ? Abbys here? And she’s coming on the trip too ? Y’all haven’t hung out in years and plus mom said only family” you said questioning him but also giving your friend ‘the look.’ “Yeah we have been hanging out like we used to again and yep mom practically thinks of her as a daughter” he says before leaving your room. “Hmm maybe Abby will be the ‘summer fling’ I’ll be hearing about” Kira starts teasing you because if there’s one thing about Kira, it’s that she knows you more than you know yourself. “Oh shut up even my brother just said she’s practically family that’d just be weird” you said putting your focus back on the stubborn suitcase to cover your slightly flustered face. “Mhm” Kira says raising her eyebrows before joining in once again to help zip up your luggage. “Tada !” You say as you finally get the zipper to close all the way.

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“Dude it’s 2:35 AM you have looked over the project like a billion times, I’m pretty sure it’s good enough” Abby says while smoking a joint on Jordan’s bed. “Ok fine, now gimme that” Jordan says as he puts his hand out while submitting the assignment.

“Dude you know what I just realized.. I haven’t seen your sister in like years” Abby says with red slanted eyes. “First off, you look absolutely gone right now, second she’s literally right across the hall if you want to invite her to our little movie night and third she hasn’t even changed that much” Jordan says in between hits. Abby agrees to his idea and takes the joint from him while he sends you a text asking to come in his room. “Alright now we wait for the gremlin to arrive” Jordan jokes a bit while scrolling through his Instagram feed.

Abby was mid hit when you walked in wearing only a small tank top and sleeping shorts. She could barely recognize you because the last time she remembers seeing you, you were just a tween. Of course Abby wasn’t expecting the same kid she knew before but cmon.. you looked like a fucking model. her eyes drifted down your body to your hardened nipples poking through your tank top and your plush thighs make her instantly cough on the smoke she was inhaling “fuck” she said, mid coughs. Jordan laughed a bit at Abby coughing on the weed (at least that’s what he thinks she was coughing from) Abby let out one final cough before looking back at you to see your eyebrows raised at her then to jordan. “I’m ganna get dressed real quick I kinda forgot you were here” you say with a nervous giggle to Abby hoping she didn’t see the redness on your cheeks or any sign of panic in your voice. As you turned around to exit his room Abby couldn’t not check to see if your ass has grown as much as your other body has and holy fuck, she thinks she might pass out.

“I thought you said she didn’t change a lot bro.” Abby says with her jaw on the floor. “I mean her hairs longer I guess” jordan says shrugging like having a goddess as a sister was nothing. “Yeah whatever you say” Abby’s says still completely flabbergasted. “Yo imma go make some popcorn downstairs for us real quick, you pick a movie on Netflix or something” jordan says before heading downstairs. As Abby turns the tv on to look for a movie, you walk in once again but this time wearing a hoodie to cover your chest and the same little shorts. “He went downstairs to get us popcorn so we can have a movie night” Abby says when she sees your eyes looking for Jordan. “Oh alright sounds fun, we haven’t done this in years” you say sitting down on the bed next to Abby leaving a few inches between you both. “Yeah last time we did you were a little kid” abby said laughing with you “oh shut up were literally only three years apart you were basically a kid too” you say defensively. Abby puts her hands up in the air in a surrendering motion and you both laugh a bit before you talk again “you look so different..” your eyes trail to her muscular build. “You think I look different ? I could barely recognize you if it weren’t for your face, you still kinda have a baby face” she says teasing you with a smirk. “I’ll fight you, watch it” you say cheesing reminiscing on how you always use to play around like this when she slept over. “oh yeah? Hm I wonder who will win” she says sarcastically, turning her body to face you completely, her muscles flexing in her hoodie as she laid her body weight on the bed. She noticed you go quiet while staring at her thighs “y/nnnn..” she said chuckling tilting her head to try to catch your attention again. You realize you were staring too long and the blush went back across your face for what felt like the billionth time today as you look back at her to see she was staring at you with those same old eyes you always swooned over. “I- uh..” you start as you direct your gaze to the pillow on the bed. you could barely speak let alone hold contact with her as she kept staring at you like that. “Youu what, princess?” Abby teased calling you the name she always use to call you as kids. The way you two were positioned had Abby slightly over your body which was sitting against the pillows. You finally get the courage to hold eye contact with her again and you take in each others appearance, you were staring at her with doe eyes that could make Abby go insane, and Abby slightly towering over you, staring at you with droopy eyes and a lazy smile. “You get my sister high or something?” Jordan barges in with popcorn and a few drinks. Both you and Abby slightly jump away from each other. This was nothing than like when you two were kids. “Uh no but it’s about time you shared with me” you say grabbing the joint from Abby, trying to break some tension from before. “Help yourself” she said with her eyes lingering on you smoking longer than she could control.

“Scoot” Jordan spoke up as he sat on the bed next to you, pushing you and Abby together. “What movie are we ganna watch, Abby ?” Jordan spoke again looking at Abby. “Oh uh I was kinda in the mood for a classic movie or something..” Abby put the idea out there for any recommendations. “How about fight club that’s always a good one” you say after brainstorming for a few seconds. “Ooo I fucking love fight club hell yeah” Abby says with wide eyes and grabbing the remote.

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“How is his ass already asleep it’s literally been half an hour since we put the movie on” you say in shock as your brother snores in a deep slumber next to you. “We should definitely pull a prank on him later” Abby says laughing with you. “Oh definitely, I’m thinking a finger in warm water trick yea ?” You question Abby as you look between them both. “Sounds like a plan” Abby agrees with you and faces towards you to put her hand out and shake yours like you two made a deal. Your eyes lock on her biceps flexing against her hoodie as you shake her larger hand, yours feeling awfully small in hers.

As you two still were hand in hand, Jordan stirs in his sleep and ends up in a position that takes up half the bed, leaving you to smoosh yourself into Abby’s side more than before. “Sorry I don’t mean to take up your space but he’s being a hog” you say a little awkwardly and Abby looks down and smiles saying in a slightly raspy voice “all good princess, just like when we were kids”. You blush and innocently snuggle into her side a little more. Just as you thought your brother couldn’t cause anymore problems, he threw his arm over his head in his sleep, and in the process of doing so, he knocked his fan; the only source of air conditioning in the room, off the bed and onto the floor with a ruckus.

“Fuck this better not be broken or it’s ganna get hot in here” you said getting off the bed to try and fix the fan. You grunted in frustration when you realized that there was no saving the stupid broken fan. “Here lemme see it” Abby says coming up behind you with her hand on the small of your back, making you internally scream. She has her share of a struggle with the fan before giving up as well. “Welp it can’t get that warm in here, right?” Abby questioned you with a hint of worry in her voice. “You’ll see for yourself” you say as you strip yourself of your hoodie, Abby watching your body (specifically your tits) the whole time. “That’s better” you say with a sigh and hopping back into bed. “I’ll take your word for it then” Abby says as she follows your lead and takes her hoodie off as well, leaving her in a black wife pleaser. You assumed that Abby’s arms would match the rest of her toned body but Jesus Christ. You couldn’t snap your eyes away from her biceps, noticing the veins in her arms made you go weak and even as she stood infront of the bed following your gaze on her arms, you still couldn’t pull your eyes away. “Take a picture it’ll last longer” she said with a little chuckle. “Uh… sorry you just look a lot different” you tried to play off the fact she caught you basically eye fucking her. “Just a little muscle is all” she said humbly as she got into bed next to you and joining you to continue the movie. Even though Abby had a nonchalant facade going on, your braless tits pressed against her side had her going fucking insane. Her heart was racing and she was hoping to god that you couldn’t hear it thumping in her chest. The movie was the last thing you two were worried about and had both of your minds wrapped around each other.

You wondered if Abby really lived up to her childhood nickname, abs, and your eyes drifted down her body to see a slight imprint of her toned stomach. You internally fold once again at the sight alone. You were fully convinced that Abby was sculpted by a god as your eyes check her out sneakily while her eyes stay focused on whatever the hell is happening on the tv. As you finish making your own mental movie of Abby in your head, it was Abby’s turn to get another peek of you herself. Although fully knowing you would notice her checking you out, one look couldn’t hurt right ? As her eyes carefully flickered down your body, she herself was convinced you crawled right out of a wet dream. why did you have to get so fucking fine? Abby thought as her eyes scanned every inch of you.

First her eyes focused on how you had one leg poking a little further out than the other so the side of your hip was sticking out a bit, then she noticed how your tank top had ridden up your stomach a little bit leaving a slant of skin exposed. As she made note of every little detail of your heaven sent body, her eyes made the mistake of looking at your face. You were already looking in her eyes with a blush on your checks and Abby swears she almost had a heart attack from the way you were looking up at her. “Thought I was the one with a staring problem” you teased her like you weren’t just staring the exact same way she was.

“Kinda hard not to stare when you’re looking at me like you want me to fuck you” Abby says in a raspier voice than usual. You were caught so off guard from Abby’s words your mouth was just left agape as you struggle to find the words to reply. “Relax, I’m just teasing you” Abby says with a blush across her face and trying to play off the fact that she wants to spit in that open mouth of yours. You laugh a painfully forced laugh as you shift from your position a little bit, needing to relieve the unbelievably intense ache in your pussy.

After what felt like the longest hour in a half of your entire life, the movie was finally over. (not like you would have known if it weren’t for Abby sitting up a bit) As you stretched your arms you felt yourself tired, you decided it was finally time to go to sleep.

“Hey abs I’m gonna go to sleep now alright?” You said to her as you got off the bed and grabbed your hoodie off the bed. “Sure, I’ll see you in a few hours then goodnight princess” Abby said as you made your way to the door “just come wake me up if you need anything” you said as you slipped out the door quietly. As you got to your bedroom the crisp air from your A/C unit instantly gave you goosebumps, you went to put your hoodie back on only to be met with a more than pleasant aroma of Abby. Her hoodie ? Shit.

You contemplated on giving her it back but the second you put it up to your nose to smell it once again, you knew your answer. She smelled like pine and a little musk and you swear if you didn’t get on your bed just then, your knees would have gave out. Your mind replayed the events of the night as you fell asleep curled up with her hoodie.

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A knock at your door woke you up. You let out a weak groan and they opened the door. You opened your eyes slightly to see a strong figure in the shadows. None other than Abby. “Hey abs” you say with a still weak and sleepy voice. “Hi sleepy head” she said as she stepped closer and closer to your bed. “Whatcha doin” you ask as you sit up a bit on the bed. “I just couldn’t resist my princess” she said before smashing her lips into yours and pushing you back into a laying position. Her strong body pressing you down against your bed. Your pussy was aching so bad you started to grind a bit against her. She was so close to you, you could smell her again. As you two made out, her tongue started to enter yours and you happily welcomed her tongue in. Abby pressed a little deeper into you and the friction from you grinding against her was becoming too much. You were whimpering pathetically against her mouth as you sped up your desperate humps against her. Abby pulled away from the kiss and started to suck and nibble in the crook of your neck. “Cmon baby cum for me” she said a little muffled. Just as you reach your climax, you hear your morning alarm go off. Shit. As you slowly open your eyes the first thing you notice is your tired legs which just so happens to have a certain piece of clothing in between them, Abbies hoodie. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck” you repeated as you realized what you had just done. You take the hoodie out from your legs and feel the soaked material of your panties. “Shit” you say as you try to hurry to your bathroom to shower. You get dressed quickly after your shower and into a comfy t shirt and shorts. You try to decide on what to do with the whole Abby hoodie situation but decide it’s best to just act like you didn’t know that you took her hoodie last night.

As you step outside your room with her hoodie in your hands you take one last smell of it before entering your brothers room. The sight you were faced to see was much more pleasant than you could have imagined. Abby was sleeping like a baby, with her body curled up a bit and her head resting on her inner arm. You couldn’t help but feel a little guilty about her hoodie but figured it would be best to just try to forget. You placed her hoodie on the end of the bed and located your hoodie close by. You quickly grabbed it and made your way out of the room to finish getting ready for the day.

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“Can you go inside and get your brother and Abby?, we’re all packed and ready to go” Your mom said as you both finished packing the car. You agreed and quickly went inside to get them both.

As you entered the kitchen to see Jordan and Abby finishing eating breakfast, you notice Abby’s adorable sleepy appearance but more importantly she was wearing the hoodie. Your eyes linger on her like they always do but you manage to snap yourself out of it. “Uh mom said we’re ready to go, just waiting for you two” you say and go upstairs to get some pillows and blankets for the ride. You turn all of your lights off and double check you have everything before you make your way outside once again. Your mom was shutting the trunk and getting into the driver seat.

“Guyssss can I get the front seats so I can sleep for a bit” Jordan asked with his best puppy dog eyes.

You realized that means that you would sit with Abby in the back of the car the whole trip. This was definitely going to be interesting, you thought. “Fine, it’s better in the back seats anyways” you say with an eye roll as you and Abby both climb in the back. “Here” Jordan says tossing your pillows and blankets back to you so you two could get comfy. Once you were satisfied with your little car ride setup you got your phone out and texted your best friend Kira, knowing she would finally be awake by now.

“sos”

“Oh no did sum happen w Abby?”

“How’d you know..”

“Yk I’m an empath girl”

“Whatever.. I may or may not have had a wet dream about Abby last night and she may or may not be right next to me in the car rn…”

“WHAT.”

“Ik. She’s wearing the hoodie I just so happened to use..”

“why would you use her hoodie?!”

“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT”

“mkay girl.. all I have to say is goodluck! (And lemme know when y’all finally fuck)”

“Kira.”

“Ttyl ! Love you 😘”

While you were busy texting about the eventful night you had, you hadn’t even noticed Abby wearing shorter shorts than usual, showing off her mouth watering quads. Fuck, you thought. Why did you have to sit next to her?!

You could already feel your panties getting wet and growing annoyed at the affect Abby had on you without even trying. Just trying to let it go, you tried to comfy yourself in a position but nothing seemed to feel right. Abby took notice of this and had a little rush of confidence as she leaned in “you can sleep on me you know, I won’t bite..unless your into that” she said looking deep into your eyes and chuckling a bit at your flushed expression. “You just love messing with me don’t you” you say under your breath. “You know it princess” she says with a wink.

You roll your eyes and give into her request as you lay your head down onto her lap. The only thing stopping you from falling asleep in that moment was the fact that your face was so close to her clothed pussy. After a few minutes on her lap, her hand comes down to your head and her fingers start to run through your hair. Your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head at Abby’s little antics. If there’s one thing Abby remembered from your childhood, it’s that you always loved your hair being played with. Even when Abby first braided your hair for you, she noticed how much you relaxed into her touch. And all these years later you hadn’t changed one bit. She felt you relax even more in her hands and tried to ignore the fact that her pussy was aching worse than last night. In your half asleep half conscious state, you don’t have the energy to think before you slip your hands around Abby’s waist and finally get lulled to sleep like a child.

#abby anderson #fanfic #the last of us #tlou #abby anderson fanfic #abby anderson smut #abby x reader #muscle mommy abby #abby tlou #abby the last of us #abby x you #ellie williams #joel miller

[s-seishiro]

࿐HEAD EMPTY! itoshi sae

summary: in which you grow more and more convinced that there’s nothing but soccer in that head of his as your relationship progresses.

— headcannons, fluff mostly, i’m finally warming up to sae 😧!

— no warnings!

You’re convinced that there’s nothing but soccer in Itoshi Sae’s head. What gave it away? Maybe the fact that he was literally incapable of doing the most simplest activities.

The two of you were roommates. Sae had his reasons for moving to an apartment. It was during his early career—when he was just beginning to pick up momentum; and sharing living costs seemed more efficient. You just wanted a roommate to take a bit of stress off living expenses—being freshly out of college.

In the beginning you put Sae on a pedestal. He was a semi-famous football player and was borderline worldwide talent. And you were just a humble nutritionist.

From the start Sae said he would rarely be at the apartment and would spend most of his days out training. And that’s how it was—he was so absent that at times you forgot you even had a roommate.

And when the two of you WERE together, it was awkward. Because the two of you didn’t have the chance to bond and skip this stage. But who were you to break the norm that was created?

One day you call out to Sae once he comes home, telling him he got some important letter on the table. It turned out to be a letter from his agent. One that told him to make a gift of thanks for his fans.

Originally, Sae just wanted to post a simple thank you on social media. But the letter made it clear that he had to physically make something.

And so for the first time since you lived in this apartment you saw Sae at the kitchen table. It was so remarkable that you paused the show you were watching to look at what he was doing. You saw a paper and pencil in his hand so you assumed he was drawing.

‘I wonder how good he is with drawing?’ You think to yourself as you approach him.

But as you appeared by his side you almost instantly crack up—turning around to stop yourself from bursting into laughter.

Sae lifts his teal eyes from his paper, glaring at you from under his lashes. “What’s so funny?”

You turn back around—trying to suppress your laughter once you saw what was on his paper. One the top it read: Thank You For All Your Support. And below that was ‘supposed’ to be Sae with all his fans surrounded by hearts. Cute concept right?

Except it was executed so poorly that it didn’t even look bad—just plain hilarious.

‘Stop that name, maybe he isn’t good at drawing.’ You told yourself, further stifling the grin on your face.

“I just think your drawing is really funny.”

He looks at you, then back to his drawing, before looking at you again. “It’s not supposed to be funny, it’s supposed to be heartwarming.” He grumbles. His hands reach to crumble the paper but you quickly stop him.

“You shouldn’t get rid of it!” You yell out, placing your hands on top of his.

“With this picture you can tell how hard you worked! Here, why don’t I help you create another one?”

Sae surprisingly allows you. And from their the two of you work to make a more neater version of his previous idea. You take a picture of Sae holding the new version and he posts it on Twitter.

Fans around the world loved it! But what they loved even more was attempt number one, that somehow ended up in frame. Fans joked about his first attempt and how it showed he really cared about them. Sae of course hears this praise from his manager—but could only think of you who brought up the idea in the first place.

After that day, your relationship defrosted and became more open. And it was then you began to realize how haphazardly he lived his life.

In the kitchen there was no regard to human life. He made food based on consumption—not appearance. His trainer gave him a list of foods and protein he’d needed to eat that fit his work schedule. And Sae’s response to that was to mix them all together in one pot—yum!

When confronted about it he told you:

“Who cares, I’m getting all my nutrients aren’t I?”

You made sure to put a stop to it immediately. Since you were a nutritionist, you decided you would be making his meals for now one. A decision he is thankful for to this day.

Another thing was cleaning. He just did it. No thought of wets or drys, which tool he used—what was UNDERNEATH when he cleaned.

(Because he thought it was okay to dust the ceiling fan, which was over your open drink and food)

One time he mixed bleach and various bathroom cleaners together to make a death chemical. The landlord was not happy about this.

And he was on his way to the grocery store but got distracted by the conveniently placed football apparel store, causing him to come home with new gear instead of food.

You overlooked most of these silly little mistakes, sometimes even laughing with him about them. It looked like all his brainpower and talent went to football—leaving him mediocre at everything else.

And as you go to sleep you think to yourself: at least he has football, so he isn’t totally incapable of taking care of himself.

#࿐seifiction #sfw/fics #bllk #blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock fanfic #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi sae #sae itoshi #blue lock sae itoshi

[honeysocksp]

And They Were Flatmates!

Oh my god they were flatmates! 😧

No, I can’t stop drawing scenes from this fanfiction. Why would you even dare ask me?

snatched from thissss please read this fanfiction if you like Lawlu or just appreciate good writing! Spice is crazy good at writing 👍🥚

I kinda suck at anatomy but pretend I don’t please <3

Dunno if I got Luff’s skin colour on point or not— he’s tanned in the fanfiction and also has a lilllll bit of a moustache only a bit though 💀

| Bonus v

While drawing this I kept on getting an ad from “Jason Clark” talking about his real estate business and how he is the best at selling houses. I got really angry with this guy whenever he popped up and while on a call with my friend we started a joke and uh...

True beauty was birthed. Jason Clark x Luffy AKA “Juffy” as dubbed by my friend. I’m sorry but also not to Mr. Clark.

#Jason Clark #Juffy #one piece #bepo as a dog #lawluffy #lawlu #trafalgar law #monkey d. luffy #mugiwara no luffy #i suck at drawing #and drawing hands #true love #but only for juffy

[ladylooch]

https://www.tumblr.com/ladylooch/731916751374368768/to-be-honest-i-have-really-missed-angry-sex-with

Looking at this, imagine Timo waking up early the next morning while Emma is asleep and notices that she has a new ig dm from Trouba, so he goes on her phone and reads through her dms that Trouba had sent her and turns out that he had been sending her a bunch of thirst trap pics, like sexy pics of his abs, nudes and even dick pics, which makes him upset, but says nothing to Emma and later that night when he plays against the Rangers, he and Nico drops the gloves on Trouba after he mentions how he can easily steal Emma from him and sexualizes her, to which Timo takes him down and does a cheapshot out of anger to his nose and Nico knocked out his tooth with a punch and Emma watched the whole thing and Timo eventually confessed to Emma what happened

A/N: I know you sent this in before the game this weekend, but I feel like the hate for Trouba like… tripled after yesterdays game… kinda glad T didn’t play. But yeah, I think it’s safe to say, T would go ballistic 😧

Emma’s face is hidden in her hands, fingers spread a bit as she watches her husband beat the shit out of Jacob Trouba on the ice below. She squirms in her seat as another punch of Timo’s lands on Trouba’s helmet. Timo harshly tugs on the captain’s jersey, then rips the white helmet off. Jacob tosses a punch, Timo throws another back as Emma whimpers.

“Wow.” Lexi stutters, holding Lio close to her chest. Lucie is asleep in her carrier on the floor. Lio is close behind, despite the chaos on the ice. “T, holy moly.” 

Timo rails two more quick jabs against Trouba’s head. Emma rubs at her forehead as they finally fall to the ice. Both of them are bloodied and head down their respective tunnels. 

“Timo.” Emma growls under her breath. She rolls her shoulders back, then swallows the thick knot in her throat. Only two minutes remain in the rivalry game. New Jersey is ahead by a goal and closes out the game with the same score. 

Emma can barely hold a conversation with Lexi as they head downstairs to wait for the boys. Timo has two cuts on his face as he walks towards her with her brother. Nico and Timo are laughing. Emma thinks nothing about what she witnessed was funny.

She tells her husband so in the car.

“That was ridiculous.” Emma shakes her head, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Timo puts his hand on her thigh. Emma pushes it off, noting his cut and scabbing knuckles. “No.” 

“Babe.” Timo sighs.

“Timo, our son is at your games now. It’s like you don’t even understand that.”

“In the heat of the moment like that? No. I am not thinking about Lio being asleep in the suite.”

The rest of the drive home is tense. Neither Timo or Emma speak again. Emma goes to grab Lio out of his car seat. Timo puts his hands on her hips, pulling her away so he can do it. His wife heads into the house and right upstairs to their bedroom. Her nightly routine is done distractedly, remembering the vividness of the blows Timo took to the face. 

Once she is out of her game day outfit and make up free, she joins Timo in Lio’s room for goodnight kisses. Watching the delicateness that Timo uses in putting Lio in his pajamas softens Emma’s scrunched face. Lio whines as Timo lifts his left arm to put it through the sleeve of his footies. 

“Almost done bubba.” Timo whispers, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “Come here.” He murmurs, putting his hands under their son’s armpits and pulling him back up. Lio collapses into Timo’s frame, little hands clutching his dress shirt. 

“What did he say?” Emma murmurs as she come over to her boys. She is asking her husband of Trouba.

“It’s not just what he said. It’s what he did too.” Timo responds, rubbing a hand over Lio’s back. “I saw what he sent to you on Instagram. I’m not okay with that. I told him so. He told me you were a needy slut who asked for it.” Emma’s mouth drops open in surprise. She is going to be blocking him immediately when she gets back to her phone. She thought ignoring him was enough. Clearly not.  “And I don’t care if you’re upset with me or if people in that arena tonight thing I’m fucking crazy. I will protect you from everything. No matter what happens to me because of it.” 

“Can you put our son down so we can make out?” Emma murmurs, stepping closer to him. He chuckles, then tilts down to kiss her. Their tongues connect gently. Emma is careful to not press into their son and wake him.

“I beat someone up for you and all you wanna do is make out?” Timo quips as he settles Lio onto his back in his crib. 

“Timo Meier’s needy, slutty wife always wants more than that from him.” Timo smirks, then turns to Emma. 

“Better get you to bed too, mama.” He chuckles, tossing her over his shoulder and hauling ass back to their room.

#TM: Loving & Leaving

[babyjakes]

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event | whumptember 2022

prompt | broken bone

pairing | boyfriend!ransom drysdale x ballerina!reader

warnings | reader injures herself while performing, overprotective ransom, maybe unrealistic but idc <333 in my fantasy world ransom of course runs up on stage in the middle of the show when i fall and get hurt

word count | 507

okay so it’s opening night! reader’s biggest performance yet, she’s got a big role and lots of time center stage 🤩🤩

ransom couldn’t be prouder sitting in one of the very front rows of the huge auditorium, holding his program and the flowers he got his girl in his lap as he watches

he can’t take her eyes off her 🥺 she’s the most beautiful, graceful, magnificent creature he’s ever seen. she jumps and twirls and pointes and poses like something out of a movie and he’s secretly thinking to himself, “no one knows it, but that’s my babygirl right there 🥺 stealing the whole show and blowing everyone else out of the water, i’m the luckiest guy in the whole wide world”

but just as she’s leaping out of her big turn sequence, 10+ rotations with pirouettes, fouettés, the whole nine yards— she fails her landing, coming down on her ankle in a terrible, gruesome way

the crack can be heard across the silent auditorium 😧 there are gasps, some rise to their feet as she lies in a heap of tulle on the stage

and in the blink of an eye our boy ransom’s up out of his seat, rushing on stage in front of everyone, not caring as a few begin to protest

“oh my god- baby, baby!” he’s got tears in his eyes as he scoops her up, one arm under her legs while the other supports her back “someone call nine-one-one! we need an ambulance”

reader’s still a bit in shock but ransom’s panicking sort of shakes her out of it. she’s giggling a bit, “honey, no- it’s okay, i’m okay. i just need to get off stage, get this looked at”

the crowd is beginning to grow a little more chaotic, maybe a crew member comes from one of the wings and directs them offstage lol. ransom’s panting, still clearly set on getting an ambulance “we need to call, y/n- where’s my phone? fuck, did you see her? her ankle snapped in half, everyone heard it!” he’s arguing with one of the coaches and the crew while reader tries to de-escalate the situation

“my poor baby,” he sheds a few tears as people bring her water and a chair, he sits down with her in his lap while someone comes over to take a look at the damage. “shhh, shh, it’s okay,” he’s sniffling, trying to soothe her but really he’s the one who probably needs comforting lol

“i’m okay, i’m okay,” she’s still laughing a bit. it hurts like a bitch of course but it’s probably nowhere near as bad as how strongly ran’s reacting

“looks like a break, you should probably find an urgent care center,” her coach decides

“no, the hospital! we’re going to the hospital!” ransom instantly protests

“fine,” she gives in, rubbing over his chest to try to calm him down. “we’ll go into the er, but you’re driving, mister”

“no way i’m driving, y/n, are you crazy? who’s gonna hold you on the way there??”

#whumptember 2022 #eun's writing #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x y/n #ransom drysdale fanfiction #knives out #knives out fanfiction #ransom drysdale fluff #hurt/comfort #ransom drysdale one shot #ransom drysdale imagine #ransom drysdale headcanon #ransom drysdale drabble #ransom drysdale blurb #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction

[just-another-author-i-guess]

Judd's childhood headcanons?

You betcha 🤭

Tags: idk like mentions of violence and such, Judd being a pyromaniac from a very young age, dead bugs?

Author's note: if we don’t get a baby judd episode in the new season I will riot (,:

Judd childhood hc's

Word count: 1,2K

Both of his parents were absolutely over the moon when he was born

Imagine being an only child in the Birch household, like ngl that sounds pretty sweet

He had their attention aaalll to himself, and he thoroughly enjoyed it 

He was quite an active child too, not like hyper but always doing something he was definitely not supposed to do, so he needed either one of his parents to watch him constantly anyways

I feel like he was a pretty “normal” child until Leah was born, sure he was a bit harder to watch than average 2-year-olds but it wasn’t to like a concerning degree or anything

That was until Leah was born

Suddenly having to deal with a new sister, unleashed little monster-gremlin Judd

Not even like five minutes after she was born, when he got to see her in the hospital, did he call her ugly and bald

He probably had an identity crisis when his dad told him he looked like that too

Anyways, Elliot was really empathic towards him, even though he was definitely becoming a bit of a spoiled brat

Like, he sat him down and was like “I know it’s hard for you to get a new sister, but think about how much she’s going to look up to you, blah blah..”

Judd did not listen

So for the next few years, his mission became causing as much trouble for everyone around him as possible and then finding a way to blame it on Leah

Obviously, no one believed that an infant thrashed the house and set fire to a bunch of ants in the backyard

(It was hard to believe toddler Judd even managed to do it lmfao)

That’s another thing, like he wouldn’t hurt big animals, like cats, dogs, raccoons, ect cause he likes those

But he’s definitely responsible for the bug population in town drastically decreasing lol

He would be that type of little kid who burns ants, crushes snails and squeezes bugs to death

I was reading IT right, and patrick apparently has a whole pencil case filled with dead flies AND WHY IS THAT SO JUDD

I could see him bringing that into kindergarten, and when it’s art time he pulls it out and shows the teacher’s kinda proudly and they’re all like 😧✋

This was how he ended in therapy, too

Diane getting a call like “Yeah, uh, your son has a pencil case full of dead bugs and he’s scaring everyone pls come pick him up”

She wasn’t even mad, bc if you’ve seen my other headcannons, yk it would just be even more confirmation that Judd definitely inherited a lot of things from her

He was definitely a very stab-happy kid too

I’m talking deliberately sharpening his pencils to a point and using them as weapons 

I can see him having a slingshot too, he would sit somewhere his dad couldn’t see and just shoot rocks at him

Poor Elliot, Judd’s abuse and gremlin behaviours definitely affected him the most

Diane could actually get angry so Judd didn’t dare mess too much with her, and Leah was just a baby so her reactions were usually pretty boring

She didn’t even care when Judd showed her the dead flies smh 🫤

So Elliot was the only good target 

Judd was very, very annoyed though, at how he never really got angry, like he’d always just praise Judd for his creativity 

If he’s too mean to his dad, Diane will also get mad at him lol

So it’s about finding a balance yk 

But back to the therapy thing

I don’t really think Judd got diagnosed with anything, besides being a creepy ass kid 

If being creepy is a mental illness, count me in too idc

But like, there’s nothing inherently wrong with him, he just really enjoys causing trouble

So the only thing the therapist recommended was stricter parenting

As both him and Leah got older, his plans of getting rid of her became more thought out as well

There’s that one scene where Nick is a newborn and Judd tries to set fire to Leah’s hair

That is definitely a recurring thing, like he realised if he truly wanted to get rid of Leah he’d have to try something,,, more effective than leaving her random places and trying to get his parents to hate her

So setting her hair on fire seemed like a good idea

I don’t think he grasped the idea that she could actually die, but like if her hair burned off she would be ugly and their parents wouldn’t like her anymore yk? Something like that

Where did a six year old get lighters?? I would like to fucking know 

This was also around the time he started to realise, that maybe murder and thrashing the house all the time was not a good idea

Diane probably had a talking to him, and was like “Now you’ve got a new brother, you can’t be trying to set his crib on fire or anything, you’re too old for that now”

That made him switch out his lighter for scissors and that was when is Chucky arc properly started

He cut a b i g chunk of Leah’s hair off while she slept, he cut up a lot of his dad’s clothes and tried to stab multiple of his teachers 

Like, one of his teachers would go on to have Leah and Nick later, and would always tell them the story of how much of a menace Judd was and show them their scissor scars

Judd was definitely very spoiled too, he used to act kinda like Nick when he was younger 

Little man’s thought he was king of the kindergarten fr 

Probably carried over into his first years at school too, like 1st to 5th grade Judd was not much different 

Omg,, he was a biter too

Like I can see Diane getting mad at him and hoisting him up by his shirt or something, to carry him to his room, but he would just try to bite her the whole time

The same with his teachers, you touch him, you get bitten

I can see him getting into a lot of fights with other boys at school too, either for making fun of him or his dad 

Elliot came to pick him up one day and was like singing a little goofy song or whatever, and the other kids wouldn’t stop making fun of him 

(Aw, that’s so cute, little Judd secretly defending his dad’s honour at school)

Bc he definitely wouldn’t tell his parents the real reason he got into a fight 

Also, if anyone was bullying Leah in the schoolyard, Judd would straight up just spawn

His spidey senses was tingling fr 

But he wouldn’t (And still won’t) hesitate to knock anyone who’s mean to his sister the fuck out 

I feel like he’d also secretly slip something delicious he got in his lunchbox into Leah’s

Like, if she had a bad day at school and Judd so happened to have a candy bar (probably stolen lets be honest) He would make it suddenly appear in Leah’s lunch box and act all oblivious about it

That’s another thing, Judd was straight up just born w/o a moral compass

Even as a kid, he didn’t really see stealing, violence, ect as wrong

Well it all depends who he’s stealing from or beating up or whatever 

But yk, Diane was (and is probably still) like that lol

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[avida-heidia-5]

I Just Watched: Society of the Snow (2023)

I don’t think I’ll ever be boarding on an aeroplane again after watching this!!! 😰

This was the most stressful and the most terrifying film I have ever seen. I was on the edge of my seat the whole way through! I spent a good chunk of the runtime hugging my legs close to my body in absolute terror! I’m not joking! 😧

The film is based on the harrowing true story of when Flight 571, while flying from Uruguay to Chile, crashed in the heart of the Andes Mountains, and the people who survived the accident work together to survive while trying to navigate their way home.

I wasn’t familiar with the story going into it. My parents have heard of it though, so I had to rely on them most of the time to know if what we were watching was accurate or not. I was also a little apprehensive upon reading the film’s synopsis because it sounded like your typical Hollywood blockbuster where they’re likely to glorify certain events and miscast actors who portrayed the real people involved in these events.

While watching the film however, I was pleasantly surprised to find that it didn’t feel blockbuster-y to me at all! Everything felt incredibly intimate, as if you’re watching a documentary with the way it was shot and acted. It felt grounded in reality thanks to the stunning cinematography and wonderful acting from the cast. The casting was excellent and the acting phenomenal. So much so, that I grew to care about the characters they portrayed and the perils they faced. Everyone was fully committed to their roles and shone like stars in the sky. I was admittedly close to tears by the end. It was so beautiful, I loved it! 🥲

I found out after doing some research that a lot of what happened in the film was accurate to the source material, including the scenes that involved c******lism. Having that bit of information in the film made my jaw drop. That was a very bold move on the film’s part! It was very disturbing to witness, but I enjoyed it regardless. Maybe a couple of minor details here and there were a little inaccurate, but that didn’t bother me in the slightest.

I’ve just learned that J. A. Bayona directed this. It’s a name you might not be familiar with, but he was the one who directed one of my favourite disaster films The Impossible (2012), which starred Ewan McGregor, Naomi Watts, and a very young Tom Holland. Funnily enough, that film was also based on a horrifying true event. Instead of a plane in the Andes, it’s a tsunami in Thailand in 2004; an event my parents also remember reading and hearing about on the news. I can imagine Bayona researching the hell out of these events to make sure the stories he tells are as close to accurate as possible, and he delivers to an insane degree every single time.

On another note, Michael Giacchino composed the score for this film. It’s not quite as memorable as his other work for, say, Pixar for example, but it suited the tone of the film exceptionally well. So if you’re a fan of his music, I recommend giving it a listen.

Overall, an utterly compelling and terrifying film to sit through. It filled its 2 1/2 hr long runtime very well. I cannot recommend this film enough! Give it a watch if you have the time.

(Now I need to watch it again in the original Spanish language. We watched the English dub and it was actually pretty good. English dubbed versions of foreign languages are notoriously awful (at least, by Netflix’s standard), so I was surprised by that. I’ll need to see how it compares with the original Spanish version though.)

9/10

#Trying to make an effort to diversify my blog a bit #I could talk about films all day honestly. I’m surprised I haven’t talked about it enough here #See? I don’t *just* talk about F1! #I Just Watched… #society of the snow #la sociedad de la nieve #2023 #netflix #2024 #j. a. bayona #michael giacchino #spanish #films #movies #cinema #film review #letterboxd #andes #heidia gemstones

[anthrofreshtodeath]

THE CONJURING RIZZLES AU 😧 how is every au idea outta your head a straight banger damn (esp after reading your vampire au i know you’d do it so much justice omgg)

Sigh… yes 😭. I haven’t touched it in three years and I’m sad about it because I feel like it could be really good. However, I have too many other, more fleshed out ideas to finish before I get to it. I’ll post the bit I did complete here:

Maura Isles had to use the bathroom.

She’d felt the pangs in her bladder for almost an hour now. Unfortunately, there was still at least another hour until the sun came up, and while that was the case, she found herself unable to move, unable to even open her eyes. The darkness had been oppressive these past few months, preying on her exhaustion and squashing her empirical rationality.

She whimpered into the cavernous expanse of the bedroom, besieged by fear she had started to loathe, frustrated by her inability to conquer this irrational terror. Her pulse quickened and her spine turned cold, all the while her need grew. Time slowed and her senses grew heightened, as though in collusion with whatever force sought to torture her. Stars pulsated behind her eyelids. The sheets clung to her body in swampy humidity, daring her to squirm, to move.

And she heard the tick-tock of the clock in the bathroom just a few short steps away. 3:07. It was pure cacophony when she’d gotten no sleep and something in the nighttime air had taken to terrorizing her. She tried, as she crossed her legs ever so slowly, to convince herself that it was something within: that it was her brain that waged war against her. Certainly, with all that had transpired, a certain amount of hysteria was warranted, and she even considered post traumatic stress as a cause.

But she feared what she might hear when the clock was done sounding. She feared that if she really concentrated, she would hear whispers dark enough to curdle every part of her. She knew not what the whispers would say, how they would sound.

She thought she knew who would be doing the whispering, thought, and she wasn’t ready for that yet. So, she slid her hand under the pillow on the other side of her bed, grabbed the rosary she never dared to look at in the daytime, and willed herself to get up with internal explanations of the rarity of disembodied voices, the effect of anxiety on the senses, the paranoia that would inevitably follow the agony of the invasion she had experienced only a few weeks prior.

The fall air bit at her skin as she rose, her silk, short, barely there black and white chemise more of an affront to the cold than a guard against it, but she dared not look into the corner of the room where her robe, a comfort against the chill, laid against a chair. Shadows took advantage of dark corners. And, Maura knew, though she would not have been able to explain how if asked, that the stench that had started to bubble up in the room was coming from that corner.

It smelled like death.

It smelled... offensive, and she clutched the rosary so hard it pricked her skin and spread her metacarpals. She trotted the last few steps to the bathroom and slammed the door so that she could turn the light on. She tried to grasp at an elusive and thin relief as she rested her back against the door, willing her thudding heart to calm before she walked to the toilet. She spread her fingers against her chest as if that would work, as if the beads of the necklace and the cross at its end could suck the fear out of her.

She gulped and pushed away from the door, finally deciding that her bladder could take no more abuse. She relieved herself, hyper aware of the vulnerability of her position, stuck until she finished, at the mercy of her body and its functions. The din of the overhead fan served as obscurity, but even that made her nervous - she didn’t want to be heard, she didn’t want to hear, but the sensory deprivation scared her almost as much as what she might discover in the dark.

She shrieked when a furious pounding shook the bathroom door.

The knocks were regular, but so frenzied in force and speed that they could not have been human. Maura crouched behind the half-wall next to the toilet and actually prayed.

“Maura?” rasped a voice from the other side of the door. Maura opened her eyes, relief and suspicion warring within her thundering heart. She said nothing for fear of being duped by whatever hunted her. The voice said her name again, this time a little more sure, a little more real. “Maura?”

“Jane?” Maura’s own voice was quiet, hoarse, small.

“Yeah, babe,” was the response in Jane’s unmistakable timbre. “You alright in there?” the question was hesitant and slow, as if Jane knew the answer to it and hoped that Maura wouldn’t lie.

“I’m, I’m ok,” Maura said on a shaky breath. She smoothed the silk over her thighs in a calming swipe, rising and walking toward the sink. She turned on the water more to muffle the sound of her own shame than to drown out Jane. She went through the scientist’s routine of wetting, soaping, scrubbing, and rewetting her hands for twenty uninterrupted seconds. For a moment she wondered if she hallucinated Jane calling out to her from the bedroom.

“I thought I heard you yelling,” said kind Jane in reply, infusing her response with doubt to buy Maura some dignity, some deniability. “Maybe I dreamt it.”

Maura sighed. She wiped her hands dry and then ran one through her sleep-mussed hair. Objectively, she looked beautiful, skin rosy with rest and nightwear salaciously short, a gold pendant the perfect accent to the smattering of freckles across her chest like a constellation. In actuality, she was a mess. Nerves were shot, eyes were bleary - but the perfect antidote for her woes, at least in this moment, was waiting just a room away.

All she had to do was open the door, so she did. “No, you heard correctly.” she said, her hazel eyes bashful, downcast.

At least it allowed her to survey Jane from the toes up. Jane Rizzoli was planted firmly on the floor, and Maura adored the way the skin over her long feet, runner’s feet, provided dark contrast to the bathroom carpet’s light. Maura adored Jane’s slim ankles, her open stance, her defined quadriceps poking out through a pair of short basketball shorts she wore to bed. She adored Jane’s cocked hips, as though ready to fire, she adored the torso that went on forever and the arms open for her already.

More than any of those things, however, she adored Jane’s handsome features knotted up in sleep and concern. Dark and wild eyes glossed over with worry and the harsh lines of her cheeks bunched forward in a sympathetic grimace. Her mouth was a hard, closed line. “C’mere,” it finally said, and Maura collapsed into the hug waiting for her. She wanted to cry, and figured that if Jane’s face was buried in her hair, maybe she could without being seen.

Jane was warm, she was soft, and her unruly black hair provided the perfect shield to the outside world. Perception was failing Maura and up until very recently, Maura relied completely on perception to process her surroundings. The only truths were the ones she could see, hear, smell, taste, touch. The only things that existed were the provable ones, and what other way to prove them but by sensing them?

Now there were very clearly things that existed which could not be explained by natural processes. There were things that assaulted her senses, manipulated them, but operated completely outside the realm of them. And, just thinking about all of it ratcheted up her anxiety again - she clawed at the back of Jane’s t-shirt and inhaled as much of her as possible. “I’m sorry I woke you,” she said against Jane’s sternum.

“It’s ok. You grabbed my rosary and I think I started waking up then. You know, eventually you’re gonna have to tell me what happened at the Theriault house,” Jane whispered against Maura’s temple.

For fifteen days she had actively avoided speaking about the Theriault house in rural Maine. She actively avoided even thinking about it. Days one through four were spent in a self-imposed isolation in this very bedroom, and when she broke it to find Jane in the kitchen one morning, making coffee, she had said nothing, only wrapped her arms around Jane from behind and sobbed into the t-shirt stretched across a broad Italian back. “I… I know,” she said, a monumental acquiescence, “but for now, I want to go back to sleep.”

Jane sighed. “Then let’s do that,” she said. They labored through the cold back under the covers, and when Maura burrowed against Jane’s front, her face at the conjunction of Jane’s chest and throat, she finally felt herself fall back into a fitful sleep.

___

Maura, in a high-waisted plum skirt, a multi-colored, purple-tinged sleeveless blouse, looked nothing like the scared woman hiding in the bathroom only a few hours before. Her heels made her nearly as tall as a barefoot Jane when she stepped into the kitchen. Sun poured in through the expanse of windows on either side of the fireplace, and the light accentuated all of the wisps of light brown around the crown of Jane’s black hair. Jane was all brightness in light gray suit pants and a pastel yellow t-shirt, and together they looked immaculate.

“You hate the espresso machine,” Maura teased, her eyebrows knitted tight with her smirking mouth. She spread her fingers over Jane’s outspread ones when the portafilter clattered to the counter and grounds splattered across the granite.

“Shit,” Jane popped her pointer finger in her mouth; it smarted with the pressure of the uncooperative portafilter. “Well, I thought I’d surprise your mother.”

Maura laughed and her cheeks tinged red with pleasure. “You refuse to learn for me for years - my mother stays for one night and suddenly you’re interested?”

“I feel like I need to get on her good side,” Jane shrugged, “we didn’t start off so smooth.”

“You were defending me when she had neglected to put me on the list of an event that she invited me to,” Maura reasoned, “she respects you for that.”

#ask anthrofreshtodeath #rizzoli and isles #lauren writes rizzoli and isles fanfiction #there have been a lot of things I’ve almost written and now regret not going back to #perhaps this will get written someday #atheist maura who was possessed in rural maine? married to catholic jane with whom she hunts ghosts? #idk if I know how to write that much trauma #but of course Jane would love the shit out of her #as it should be in any universe

[godslino]

Hey thereee

So girl who decided to intricately tell you what she thinks about your writing is back RAHHH IT'S EVEN BETTER THIS TIME!?

what the hell was piece by piece.

I had an exam like a couple of hours ago (😧 changed the trajectory of my life fr) and after I finished studying for it yesterday, I wanted to take some time off and relax, decided to go through your work and god am I happy that I did so.

I asked you this the last time as well, but I'll ask you again.

How.

Do.

You.

Write.

So.

Well.

Like Minho Stan or not, this was such a giggly, leg kicking, blushing little story that has been presented so freaking well. Every one has been written so well like the way you decided to do the little 'dude is that the good pizza from down the street' like RAHH THE WAY I STARTED CACKLING.

You presented the characters so well, their relationships so well and what I love love LOVEEEE are the little details authors add to stories. Some that I noticed in piece by piece:

"No fornicating on the furniture" LIKE A HSVSHSHHAHSAHA STOP.

"princess" 😋😋🫶

"A man after my heart" I'm GIGGLING HEHEHE

Word like 'saccharine' and 'rabbiting' like mwahh your vocab is so sexy dude.

The way Minho is so shyyyyy like this is the first little fic I think I've seen in which Minho gets THIS SHY. (I'm whipped for shy Minho stfu)

And now the drumroll please *🥁🥁*

THE STORY.

😋😋😋

Me throughout the plotline:

I wanna eat this shit up, like this fic is so me, so what I want to read after lots of stress, so I just fried my brain up but this makes it a hundred times better, so BEAUTIFUL.

So all over, I just wanna say a BIG thankyou for bringing a smile to my face even when I was sitting in the exam hall, still thinking about this sweet baby of a story.

MWAHH THANKYOU LOOVEEE

would you think i was crazy if i said this review made me cry?? BECAUSE IT DID.

first, i’m honored that you chose to read my work as a reward for studying like oh my god. that’s one of the most rewarding things FOR ME as a writer it gives me all the warm fuzzies in my little author heart.

second, i LOOOOVE piece by piece. there is a very soft spot that i have for shy boy minho, mostly because i don’t really see him written that way. if you ask me, i think he’s the most shy out of all the skz members when it comes to anything related to dating. soft, gentle, etc. so please expect him to be written like that 9/10 times when you read my stuff bc i’m one of his biggest advocators.

and third, one of my favorite parts about writing is making it personal not only to the reader but also to the characters. i LOVE adding bits and pieces that serve as some sort of a call-back to something that happened earlier on or just better portray their humanity because i find that it’s easier to create a connection with the story and have it create a lasting effect. and i’m SO HAPPY that was the case here.

i seriously can’t thank you enough for your feedback, it helps me be not only a better writer but a better person. you are an amazing human and i bet you ROCKED that exam. i remember how much i dreaded tests in college so this is me sending you all the good vibes for a kick ass score 🫶

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUUU FOR EVERYTHING!!

all the love, ina 🤍

#answered #godslino.fb : first date series #loves #its-stayville-forever

[f0point5]

Honestly i think yn is def more tough than max and while yes opposites do attract we saw how her comments taken out of context and he did nothing to defend her or shut those comments while they were still friends. Imagine them as lovers; they would argue ALWAYS because 1) she had some pretty bad shit in her childhood just like max and it's one of the maybe the biggest reason why they clicked so good but mick had a pretty good childhood and honestly i dont think he would've understand her childhood struggles 2) like i said, she is rougher than him and just imagining them having arguments gives me 😧 became she would annihilate that man with a few words... Mick is sweet and she's not a terminator but their personalities crashes so much for them to be lovers.

On the other hand max and yn is perfect for each other and im not saying it just because im rooting for them. Max KNOWS what she needs and just trying to do it. Didn't cut the communication between them even though she's pretty much ignored him and talked with everyone, nearly throw hands again because esteban talking shit (again). Their bond is much more unique than what she and mick had/has. I dont think they can go back to what they had either.

I'm sorry but mick doesn't have a backbone in this story. This man let his uncle and "bestie" to talk shit and bully (yes) about one of his oldest friends just because he didn't like what she said in a podcast. Which by the way it was taken out of context. He didn't do anything when the whole f1 fans degrading her with nasty comments either. These weren't simple hate comments they were talking about her in a way that was so awful that she had to go awol for a bit because she can't handle that (naturally of course who could've). HE DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING. And these idiots trying to make an enemies to lovers? Nahhh hell no.

Me reading this knowing the next part is called “My words shoot to kill when I’m mad”…

You read my mind. Y/N has a temper on her that we are about to see pop off lol. I think that’s the main difference I see between Y/N and Max, they’re both tough but where Max is more blunt and a bit of a hothead, Y/N can be quite calculated in her reactions. But yeah, she and Max were definitely both cut from the same cloth in terms of having to learn to fight for themselves whereas Mick had more emotional support, and what support means to him is different to what it means to Y/N (and Max).

[hannahlily]

So i saw this, and ,, 😧😧 ooOH

I wanna request some tamaki suoh smut😁👍🏾 The most necessary thing, is that this takes place during episode nine or whatever episode it was that had tamaki wear that big red dress he wore, and the reader was his partner (reader is gender-neutral), and their relationship is secret. Well, not really secret because Haruhi and Kyoya know. Haruhi found out from walking in on them kissing, and Kyoya knows because he knows everything.

Now onto the request., Tamaki wore a big red dress, like the other host club members. Kyoya noticed that Tamaki was acting a bit odd. Tamaki would always start smiling out of nowhere, and he would make faint noises, and he had his hands where his crotch was. Later, Kyoya asked Tamaki what was wrong with him. Tamaki told him that he shouldn’t worry. Kyoya then soon found out that the reader was under Tamaki’s dress, sucking him off.

Holy hell, YES. I really wish this wasn’t anonymous because I want to know you. This is amazing. Dear god, I rewatched this episode and dear god is it something else! I also re-read the post you mentioned and damn I did it’s been a while since I’ve written smut. By the way, I’m retconning the story so Haruhi is just friends with everyone and the female uniform is more similar to the boys than that awful dress. Also, the detail of Mori being the only one not wearing a dress is definitely another concept I should write about. Anyways … without further ado, the actual story.

16+ Warning: reference to smut (obviously), oral male receiving, that should be it

Tamaki x Hitachiin reader

(Kyoya’s POV)

Kyoya didn’t particularly like this idea but he supposed if it was necessary to keep Haurh around he would do it. But he almost drew the line at hosting like that. For some reason, this was where he ended up, in a dress at the back of the room trying to stay hidden. This gave Kyoya lots of time to observe. Kyoya knew something was off with Tamaki right away. When Kyoya tried to ask him afterwards Tamaki just brushed him off. Kyoya was interested now, he wanted to get to the bottom of this, but little did he know what he was getting into.

(Third POV)

The last guest had left the host club and the boys had changed into regular clothing.

“That was a funny guy but why didn’t you just wear the girls' uniforms?” Haruhi asks, causing all the boys to freeze.

“Come on that would have been so much easier” Hikaru complains.

“But it wouldn’t have been nearly as much fun,” you say with a smirk, side-eyeing Tamaki and making his whole face blush.

“What do you mean Y/N chan?” Honey asks.

“Just that those skirts don’t cover much, I mean it would be impossible to-“ you say before being cut off by a panicked Tamaki.

“It would be imposable for the guest to actually focus on us, that's all, right Y/N/N” Tamaki looks at you with begging eyes. His words and action made it clear he didn’t exactly want the host club to find out about the way it was a good idea to have the long poofy dress. You just wanted to get back at Tamaki for his wandering hands the last time you were with the host club. Well get back is the wrong word, you wanted to punish him. If he wanted to act slutty in public he could risk getting caught.

“Yeah that, I think there’s also something about the uniforms in the student handbook anyways,” you say which earns a realized sigh from Tamaki. No one seemed to buy it but they didn’t bring it up. Hikaru and Kaoru, two of the three who knew about your relationship because they saw you kissing, could infer what happened and fully intended to tease Tamaki about it later. Haruhi was the other one who knew but she didn’t care enough to think about it.

Kyoya on the other hand did a thing about it, and he just got more confused. He finally settled on asking you on your own later.

Almost everyone had left, you were helping Kyoya with the last of the paperwork for the upcoming gala the club was throwing and Kyoya thought it was as good a time as any.

“So Y/N, what were you going to say about the dress earlier?”. 

You chuckled a little, “Oh that, just that, oh wait I haven’t told you yet have I?”.

“Told me what?”.

“Tamaki and I are together, like romanticly”.

“Just romanticly?” Kyoya questions with a quirked brow making you blush. It was a nightmare when your brothers found out but you would take that over this right now.

“W-well sexually too I guess” you stammer.

“Alright, I get the picture, just be safe and how about not on club time alright, that kind of indecency is bad for business,” Kyoya says very calmly before packing up and leaving you alone in the music room very confused. 

You later heard from Tamaki about the ear full Kyoya gave him. “Honestly he sounded more like your big brother than the twins”.

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