#written while my ass was sick lmao

[ceruleancattail]

Stupid things that the Basketball club members do to show affection to you

Ace x reader, Jamil x reader, Floyd x reader

Ace calls out your name, whenever he’s about to shoot. A horrible habit that immediately draws all the defenders towards him… but hey, the sense of satisfaction he gets from slip sliding away from them and scoring a goal anyways is always worth it.

The feeling of your gaze on him as he darts into scoring range does make his pulse race. To think out of all of the players on the court, you were only looking at him. In this one moment, it’s almost as if as you two were the only ones there.

He makes sure that he catches your gaze as the ball slowly sinks into the basket, with the swish of a clean shot into the net.

There’s that smug sort of pride Ace gets whenever he looks at the aghast faces of the opposite team. As well as that tiny little tinge in his heart when he looks up at you, a crooked, boyish smile dancing across his lips.

Ya saw that, right? Wasn’t he so cool?

You know he’s going to pester you about his shot non-stop when he gets off the court. Regaling you with tale after tale of his heroic exploits until you jab him with your elbow. Well, if he wins this match, you’ll consider buttering up his ego a bit.

Besides, it’s not as if he has to tell you everything. You were there, in the stands. Cheering for him… and the rest of the team, of course.

Mostly for him.

He also has another horrible habit. Ace kisses his knuckles before lightly punching in your direction. He does this before every match, from the moment he steps onto the court. Ace’s version of a flying kiss, his own personal lucky charm.

If he’s ever questioned about it, Ace laughs it off. Claiming that he’s passing on all his bad luck to you, so he can focus on the game. Truth to be told? He‘ll much rather give you an actual kiss.

Ace’s personal good luck charm, for every match.

Jamil lingers around you, when it’s time for a break. Plopping himself in the seat beside you, his shoulder bumping into yours. He likes to sit right by you, feeling his pulse race against yours. There’s something about having you next to him that just… sets him at ease.

Jamil times his heartbeat to yours, chest heaving up and down. Calming himself down for the next round, clearing his adrenaline pumped mind. You busy yourself with a towel as well, mopping off Jamil’s head. He’ll try to snatch the towel from you, muttering about how he can handle it himself, but you’re insistent about him taking a proper break.

Jamil can only give him to the fluff of the towel, and your gentle touch. Sometimes, your fingers just brush against his face, a sudden flush of warmth lingering on his skin. Almost like an intimate touch.

So he contents himself by watching you take care of the entire team. Sometimes, Jamil gets a little jealous, watching you flutter around, abuzz. He’ll ask for your help with braiding his hair, bundling it up into a tight bun of sorts. You gladly oblige, your fingers running through his hair.

Jamil appreciates this, honestly. Most of the time, he’s the one looking after Kalim. For once… it’s nice to feel fawned over, even if it’s only for a while. Well, since you’ve already put in so much effort for Jamil… guess it’s only right if he brought back a victory, hm?

Nothing less, for you.

Floyd likes to pick you up. Before and after, every match. Before the match begins, you’ll feel a pair of lanky arms snake around your torso, before you’re lifted up by Floyd. He gives you a quick affectionate squeeze, before setting you down again. His personal pre-match ritual, Floyd chirps as his chin nuzzles into your scalp.

He does this without warning every single time, sneaking up on you silently. Even if you’re wary, glancing around for any sign of that eel, Floyd still finds ways to surprise you. You’re not escaping his grip that easily, Shrimpy!

After every match, you’re immediately attacked by a very tall eel drenched in sweat. Floyd loses the slightly hint of subtlety after the entire basketball match, and just straight up grapples you into his arms.

If it’s a victory for Night Raven College’s team, Floyd’s swinging you around, his fingers wrapped tightly around your wrists. It’s a big win for him! Hey, did you see the way that guy’s face just fell when Floyd blocked his shot? Did you, did you?

On the days it ends in a loss, Floyd just grabs you and buries his face into your shoulder. You can feel his breaths on your skin, gentle puffs that make your shoulder tingle. He holds you there for a while, legs wrapping around his own. Silently reflecting on his loss, calibrating his emotions perhaps. You wouldn’t know.

Although in the silence of those days, you can’t help but worm an arm out of his hold, stroking his hair the best you can from that awkward angle. Rubbing his hair, tousling it up. Sometimes, Floyd lets you. Snuggling closer towards you, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

Sometimes he traps your hand under his cheek, nudging you softly. He won’t stop until your palm is flat against the side of his face, cupping his cheek tenderly. Sometimes he just wants to be held himself, Y’know?

Stay with him for a while, okay?

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #lucky potion 🔷 #written while my ass was sick lmao #ace trappola x reader #ace x reader #twst ace #ace trappola #Jamil viper #jamil #jamil viper x reader #Jamil x reader #Floyd leech #Floyd #Floyd leech x reader #Floyd x reader

[himezoro]

love wins all (a roronoa zoro story, part 2) (smut)

tysm for your support on part 1 !! this story means a lot to me, i've had a lot of vision to write it etc. it's not proofread, and it's written by a tired lawyer who's been up for the past 15 hours because of a few cases. anyway, thanks for your support, and thank you for making my days so much more bearable. ilysm !! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

inspired by this song!!

@sanjisprincesswifey i know you liked the first part, so i'm dedicated it to you (i hope it doesn't suck lmao)

warning!! : nsfw (minor DNI), gender (female), mention of (Y/N), slight angst ? angry sex/cheating involved.

.・゜゜・ 1 hour before ・゜゜・．

Zoro’s years of superhuman training were a benefit here. His body was moving on its own, as fast as he could, barely paying attention to the people he was bumping into with his broad shoulders. Just like a race horse, he had blinkers preventing him from seeing the rejoice faces of the villagers preparing for the reception, dancing to the musicians’ plays on the streets and basically creating a path to the palace where the festivities were to take place.

These poor people don’t know what they’re talking about.

While he made his way closer to the palace, his mind was too busy thinking about the last words you two shared rather than thinking of an infiltration strategy. From the way your plumped lips traced thousands of “I love you” to the harsh “I hate you” they uttered when he took off, from the laughters they shared to the silent cry they failed to conceal. From the lewd sounds they let escape when his cock thrusted into your wet cunt, to the sensual moans they purred onto his lips.

For a second he felt his heart sink, and a weird feeling to his stomach. Was it anxiety because he was about to enter a restricted area? Mad, that you forgot about him so easily? Jealous, that another man, and a ridiculous one he thought, got to spend the rest of his life by your side? Sick, that a man that is not him, was to touch you in ways only he could?

He couldn’t pinpoint the right word for what he was feeling, and he frankly did not care. His goal was set, and it was to enter that palace and get to you. How would he achieve that was apparently not an important matter to him, because he just barged in, breaking through the guards with undiscovered strength, not giving a damn about the consequences.

I’m sorry guys, we’ll have some mess to clean up before tasting the banquet.

His ears almost failed to hear the guards crying for help and threatening to call the Marines, as he climbed all the stairs he found at once, his heart knowing that at the top, they led to you.

And it did.

.・゜゜・3 minutes left・゜゜・．

Zoro was facing a long corridor with a large room down the hall. The doors were slightly opened, as if he was awaited all along. Even though he knew he probably was not the person you wished to see, he still felt like the small light peering through the doors was a way to your heart. Like there was hope.

His pace slowed as he approached your doors, and his hand lingered on the door before slowly pushing it open, his good eye widening at the sight he was bestowed with.

There you were, in all your glory, your back facing the door as you looked at yourself in the huge mirror standing in front of you, gently trying out earrings that would complement your hairstyle of the day. The white dress you were wearing hugged your curves perfectly. The corset on top carved the shape of your waist, only for it to enhance the curves of your ass. The silk material left little to the imagination, and he could stay watching forever. He swore he could smell your perfume from here, already enamoring him much more. He could see the glistening of your skin as the so-short sleeves of your dress lovingly fell off your shoulders.

You were a mythology goddess. A legend, only for him to see.

And he had a chance to conquer.

・゜゜・00・゜゜・．

« So I guess my invitation got lost in the mail? » you heard the hoarse voice speaking through the opened door of your quarters. You kept on looking at yourself in the magnificent mirror standing in front of you, looking at how the white dress hugged your form, pretending not to have heard the said voice, ignoring the immediate chills it sent down your spine. You knew who these words belonged to, and so did your racing heartbeat.

You slowly reached down to the table by your side to pick another pair of earing to try out, letting Zoro enter as you calmly and sternly responded.

“The only thing that appears to have lost itself here, is you.”

Zoro scoffed as he fully entered your quarters, closing the door behind him as he stands, looking at you intently. Gosh, you were even more beautiful than in his memories. The way your hair fell so beautifully around your face. He missed your comebacks, your confidence, the way your brain seemed to understand his better than anyone else, better than he knew his own.

He slowly walked behind you, so close that you could feel his hot breath tickling the nape of your neck. He only looked at you through the mirror in front of you, feeling like, at some point, this would help him keep his façade. He bore his poker and stern face while taking in your presence.

Gosh, how he wanted to pin you to that mirror and kiss you until your lips turn bloody red from how much he would bite them.

“Looking great here. Nice big ring too.” he said, the hot breath of his lips tickling your ear.

It was hard for you to ignore how fast your heart was beating, and the tension between the two of you. It was electric, deep, high. You hated the effect he had on you, how he would always manage to have you wrapped around his finger. How he could make you kneel in front of him, happily opening your mouth to welcome his hot length. How he could make you melt from the simplest of words.

How he could break your facade, break your heart and confidence under a minute.

Your eyes met through the mirror, and that’s when you noticed his new scar. It hurt, knowing that you did not have the opportunity to mend his wounds and see his progress.

“I can’t say the same for you.” You lied, breaking the eye contact by focusing on removing the earrings you had just put on.

Zoro laughed, never looking away. He agreed: beside you, he looked like a picturesque character. You were the epitome of beauty, an ethereal image. If he were Sanji, he would have probably died on the spot.

Your eyes met again.

“You could have told me you were getting married. I had the right to-“

“How dare you?” you cut him mid-sentence, turning around to face him. His new built caught you off guard, but you didn’t let that stop you from finally, cutting the air.

“Zoro you better not finish that sentence. You have no right whatsoever to know a thing about my life. Not after what you did.” You explained, clear annoyance and a hint of hurt in your voice.

“Oh, is that how it is? How it’s going to be, (Y/N)? Of course you should have told me ! How dare you not tell me?” Zoro responded, mad, stubborn, scratched. “You can’t just get married, with this creep, and believe that I don’t have MY say in this? Or are you stupid?!” he continued, not noticing he started yelling.

You slightly pushed him away to get behind him, clearly needing the space. And he was surprised he let you push him, following your movements, wondering what your dress would feel like under his touch. He stared at your dress, your bosom and the way the corset enhanced the roundness of your boobs.

He wanted to eat them out right now and tear this corset apart.

“Oh you’re the stupid one here! Zoro you cannot expect me to tell you a thing about my love life, or anything about my life for that matter, when you walked away, in the middle of the night, saying your dream was more important, right after making love to me, and leaving to the sea without as much as a note?!” you stated, yelling the last words.

“It was not the right time for us and you know it! Come on, don’t act like I forced my decision on you. You know it was the best choice.”

“I beg your pardon?” you asked, walking closer to him, closing the distance between the two of you to state your thoughts loud and clear. You shook your head, gathering your thoughts after Zoro’s unreasonable rambling.

“Let me ask you. What do you call someone leaving in the middle of the night, saying how his dream is more important than the night he just spent with who he called to be the love of his life, while the later cried her heart out? Do you call that a consensual decision? A mature talk? Enlighten me, Roronoa Zoro. Please, enlighten me.”

Zoro just dived into your eyes at your words. Enlighten me. The words echoed in his ears, and for a couple of seconds his brain just stopped working. Noticing his lack of response, you sighed, trying to walk past him to finally put your veil on.

But this time, he did not let you past him.

Zoro grabbed your hips and looked into your eyes before diving in and kiss you. The taste of his lips surprised you, they seemed more mature, but still as soft as they were that night. With Zoro invading your space, it was hard to think, hard to breathe, hard to resist breaking the tension lingering after all these years. Before he could slide his tongue pass your lips, you pulled back, looking at him with half-lidded eyes, whispering, afraid the universe might hear you;

“What are you doing?”

“Enlightening you.” he whispered with a smirk, his breath tickling your lips.

And these words were enough to send all senses of hurt, bitterness and ache to hell. You let him kiss you, putting your hands on his arms as he kept a firm grip on your hips. He kissed you hard, feral. His tongue parted your lips, twirling around yours as he let out a deep groan. He has been waiting for this for years, and feeling your lips respond to his sent him to heaven. He could not help but let his hands glide to your ass and give it a light squeeze, making you yelp. Your reaction made him laugh, a small, intimate laugh only you could hear.

You slowly pulled away to catch your breath, and he took the opportunity to tell you what he really meant to say before rambling the selfish nonsense he let out.

“Don’t marry him. Come with me.” He whispered, his lips meeting the side of your neck, using his tongue to tickle the soft spots he never forgot: your submaxillary triangle, your trapezius.

“What are you talking about?” you responded, still a little out of breath, and mostly, distracted by his shenanigans.

“You got me baby, loud and clear.”

The dress started to bother him, and he took the opportunity to tear the bottom to the side, creating a slit on your left leg, taking advantage of it to massage your thighs and groping your ass once more, with more force and determination. He tapped your ass, a small gesture to wrap your legs around his waist as he pinned you to the mirror.

And when your legs tightened around his waist, he knew your answer.

And so he did not waste any time anymore. He massaged your breasts through the corset of your white dress, admiring how your boobs threatened to escape only for him to lick at your buds, cupping them in between his large hands. Your hands fell into his mossy green hair, slightly pulling on the ends as his tongue danced around your clavicles.

Being the skillful swordsman he is, and having experience with his mouth and hands, his left hand went under your dress, thanks to the slit he made, so he could play with your clothed cunt, feeling its wetness forming. There are so much things he wished to say at that moment, but the way his erection irritated his pants kept him from uttering the slightest of word. And knowing him like the back of your hand, you let out a small laugh.

“Are your pants too small to contain your little friend here?”

“If you call it little then I really should jog your memory.”

With that, he pushed you against the cold mirror surface a little harder so he could unzip his pants, letting his length sprung free against the white silk.

“Be careful, you might tarnish it you idiot!”

“Like you and I care.” he proudly stated, sliding his hand under your dress and pushing his index into your cunt, while rubbing circle on your clit. He never took his eyes off you, appreciating every little of your reactions, bearing your face into his memory.

“Gosh, I missed the feeling of your pussy around my fingers, you know that right?” he desperately uttered, feeling his already hard cock getting harder. “Gosh (Y/N), I missed everything about you.” he added, pumping harder, adding another finger into your pussy, your moans getting louder and lewder.

“And I missed the feeling of your cock, Zo’..” you whimpered, a dark light sparkling in his eye as he heard your plea.

“Well you won’t miss it anymore sweatheart.” he said, removing his fingers out of your cunt and pushing up your dress some more, so he could set your white lace panty aside and slide into you.

“Hmmpf!” you whimpered in extasy, the simple feeling of his cock stretching your tight cunt already answering your needs. He waited for you to adjust and looked at you, his eyes pleading for consent. Once you nodded and gave him a soft, intimate smile, Zoro started pounding into you at a feral pace. His nails dug into your thighs and ass as he held you tight, pumping his thick cock into your warmth. You threw your head back on the cold mirror surface as you tried to keep some sense into you, tears forming in your eyes from how passionate your partner was.

“G-Gosh (Y/N), you’re still taking me so well… completely m-made for me..” Zoro managed to say, as he could feel your pussy tightening around his shaft. This felt so real, so much better than in his memories.

“Please k-keep going!” you plead, only for him to hold you tighter, spanking your ass in the process.

“I’ll k-keep only if you answer my question.” He said, slowing his thrusts, going excruciatingly slow, torturing the both of you.

But he needed to know.

“Are you coming with me to the sea?”

He stared into your eyes for as long as he could, trying to determine what went on in your head.

“Zoro..”

He thrusted hard into you, looking at you again.

“Answer me.”

He thrusted harder, his eye never leaving your beautiful face.

“I..”

He thrusted harder, so hard you swore you could feel it in your guts.

“(Y/N). You love me. I love you. Come with me.”

“Y-Yes for God’s sake I’ll c-come with you!” you cried, only for him to smile in pride and thrust into you without anything as a break. He felt ecstatic and tried his best hiding his smile into your neck, giving it sloppy kisses before giving you one more passionate kiss as you both came together, your dress a total mess, both your bodies a sweaty mess, but a loving one at best.

He looked at you and saw the smile he waited to see for so long. He gently put your legs to the ground as he looked through his pocket.

“Don’t tell me you’re looking for a condom now that we’re just done” you muttered, earning an eye-roll from the swordman.

“I’m looking for the ring I got you, dumbass.” he bluntly stated, pulling the ring out of his pocket before putting it in your hands.

“Let me take off this ugly ass ring so I can give you mine.” He said and you let him have his way, gently laughing at his usual stubbornness. He slid his ring on your finger with a prideful and loving look, trying to conceal his blush by looking away.

“So, what’s the plan now Zo?” you asked, gazing into his good eye with more love than you thought ever existed.

“There’s none. We’ve got all the time in the world.” he responded, kissing your left hand before he heard a familiar ruckus down the hall, curtesy of his captain.

“I promise you’ll get used to it.” he shyly said as he held your hand tight, definitely not letting go, love wins all, after all.

#one piece x reader #op x reader #one piece imagine #one piece headcanon #opla x reader #one piece smut #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro smut #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro roronoa x y/n #zoro roronoa x you

[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

Oh, Minglan.

This is what happens when you take the attitude of "It's no big deal if my husband sleeps with morally questionable other women." 🙄

I am fully on his side on this issue but I feel like hasn't done a good enough job of expressing just how disgusting he personally finds these concubines that everyone keeps trying to force on him. Minglan has been brainwashed by the patriarchy and it will take her a while to find her ground and feel secure enough to put her foot down, but what is stopping him from advocating for himself?

My guy, just say NO.

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LMAO, he's the ruthless and stupid one?

Chang'er's death is his fault? I cannot with this evil narcissist.

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Fuck you.

Maybe if your garbage ass had not kidnapped him, he wouldn't have gotten sick. And if he had, they would have been able to afford a doctor.

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I hope he really rips her limb from limb.

The more I see of her and of Lin Qinshuang, the more valid I find Mo Ran for deep-frying fucking Song Qiutong.

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Unfortunately, Minglan talked him out of torturing her to death 😕

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LOL, let's hope that at least the piece of shit maternal uncle gets tortured.

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Please tell me we will get to see a beheading 😭

I am so sick and tired of these people. They have been trying to murder Gu Tingye for fifty episodes now. I am so done 😭😭

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I love it when cats make guest appearances in dramas 💙

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Hell person.

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In general, I am not pleased with how this story has handled Manniang and her children. It all seems sanitised and on easy mode for Minglan because the true circumstances of him having this whole family before marrying her diminishes the romance as it is and making it any more realistic would probably have snapped a lot of people out of rooting for the main couple because they could no longer idealise it.

I mean, look at this:

If this show was realistic, the odds are that Rong-jie, with a vindictive, abusive, neglectful biological mother who abandoned her like this, would have taken all that trauma out on Minglan because this is how kids tend to react in such situations. She would have given her stepmother hell because she was there and a convenient target, while the narcissistic, toxic, neglectful bio mother was not.

Also, killing Chang-er is the writers taking the easy way out because now they have eliminated Gu Tingye's eldest son and possible heir from competing with Minglan's children for the title and the wealth. It's such a cop-out. With Chang-er in the picture, the only way Minglan's children could inherit would be if Gu Tingye refused to acknowledge him as a son, which would absolutely destroy his image and tank the character in the eyes of the viewers.

This way, Minlgan's children get all the benefits without her having to fight for them at the detriment of Tingye's older children and Tingye gets to preserve his image of a doting and responsible father, putting all the negative connotations of his irresponsible first common-law marriage onto the evil Manniang. Gu Tingye and Minglan maintain their noble images and Manniang is scapegoated to enable this. It just leaves me feeling a lot of ick.

It may be unfair of me, but I respect the writing on this show a whole lot less because of these decisions. The truth is, overall, this drama is better written than 99% of other dramas so I feel extremely weird getting hung up on this and letting it get so magnified in my head, but I feel like the fact that the rest of this drama is so realistic and well-written works against them here. There are standards here that were set and I am expecting the rest of the story to proceed on that level, but these standards are no longer being met because meeting them implies compromising the untarnished image of the main characters. It is so convenient and such an obvious cop-out, that I genuinely feel swindled and somewhat salty about it.

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So selfish and so fucking evil.

What did Rong-jie ever do to her?

She is the one who abandoned her, she's the one who took the boy out and caused his death. She will just blame anyone except herself for her shit selfish decisions.

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WTF.

Rong-jie is going to need so much therapy, which is unfortunately not a thing in Song Dynasty China.

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Fucking finally, some good decisions.

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Oh, yeah, Xiaotao and Shito are definitely a thing.

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So gorgeous 🧡

Definitely a potential reference pic.

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She is the poster child for an untreated personality disorder.

I'm so glad I live in the XXI century where mental health care is available, not that it prevents a whole lot of people from still acting like this and blowing up entire lives.

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Don't you worry, evildoer, your comeuppance is also coming!

#the story of minglan #tsoml spoilers #tsom ep50

[callsign-joyride]

Bradley Bradshaw & number two! 🩷

G.U.Y. | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Summary: Bradley teaches you a lesson after his class reunion.

Content warnings: SMUT (18+), rough sex, unprotected p in v, spanking (once), spitting, ass play, squirting, creampie, cum eating, overstimulation (I blacked out while writing this lmao it's filthy)

Prompt: "Will you stop talking or do I have to make you shut up?"

This was written for my Summer of Smut writing event. Feel free to send in requests!

Bradley never went to his class reunions. Sure, he had been invited. He wasn’t popular, but he knew everyone and everyone knew him. He tried to put his past behind him after graduation, especially after joining the Navy. He didn’t hate going to school by any means, but Carole was sick for most of the time that he was in high school, so he had to skip out on most of the extracurricular activities.

He tried to hide the invitation for the twenty-year reunion under a stack of mail, but you found it when you were looking for the water bill.

“What’s this?” You asked as you handed it to him. He was watching an old baseball game in the living room.

“An invitation for a class reunion. I’m not going. I never go to those things, anyway.”

“I think you should go. It’ll be close to Christmas and we could visit your parents at the cemetery.”

Bradley put the piece of cardstock down and stood up to put his hands on your hips.

“You would go to Virginia with me? In the dead of winter?”

“Yeah… I mean, it’s where you’re from. You’ve been to Arizona with me tons of times. Maybe you’ll have more fun if I’m there.”

You ended up being right, for the most part. Phoenix was willing to keep an eye on the home that you and Bradley shared while you were out of town. You planned the trip so that you’d be back in Fightertown just before Christmas, so you’d be able to spend the holidays with the Dagger Squad. You landed in Virginia around dinner time the night before the reunion and dropped your bags off at the hotel before going out to eat. He wanted to go to an Italian place that was Carol’s favorite, and you were excited as the host seated you and handed you the menus.

“What was your mom’s favorite wine?” You asked as you looked at their selection of wines.

“I don’t know… Mom didn’t really drink that much, but she always ordered the primitivo when we went here.”

“Okay, I’ll order it, then. And we’re here for a few days so I might order a bottle if I like it.”

“You really don’t have to, but I can buy the bottle if you like it.”

Bradley ended up buying you the bottle of wine. You were both exhausted when you got back to the hotel, so you put the bottle in the fridge and started getting ready for bed. Everything about the night was normal, with you easily falling into your routines even though you weren’t at home. Bradley ordered breakfast to the room after you woke up and you both started getting ready.

“One of my buddies texted me last night, said his wife thought she saw me at that restaurant. D’you wanna get lunch with them?” He asked. You thought about it for a moment before finishing applying your lip gloss.

“I mean, I don’t see why not. You’re not in town very often.”

“I’ll let him know.”

The lunch went well, and it was nearing time to head out for the reunion. It was going to be hosted in the gymnasium of the high school with dinner and dessert provided. Soft music played when you walked in with Bradley, you in a simple green dress, and Bradley in a white Henley and jeans. His dog tags were on the outside of his shirt this time, because he really hadn’t seen most of his classmates since graduation. 

“Great,” he grumbled as the two of you were finally able to sit down.

“What is it?” You asked.

He picked up the place card that was across from you and did a double take of it. Of course his ex was going to be there, she was one of the “popular” girls. And of course someone put them at the same table. As he explained the situation, you gently took the place card out of his hands and walked over to a nearby table. You were going to swap out the place cards, but he stopped you before you could get the chance.

“Maybe there was a reason for it? I don’t think she’ll try anything, anyways.”

“Okay.”

Bradley talked to a few people who approached the two of you for a few minutes before you got up to go to the bathroom. When you came back, Bradley’s ex-girlfriend, Cassandra, was sitting in her seat across from Bradley and it looked like she was trying to flirt with him. He was being quieter than usual until you got to the table and put your arm around his shoulders and said hi to Cassandra.

“Oh! Are you his new girlfriend?” She excitedly asked.

“Well, we’ve been together for almost three years. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Bradley, I thought you were single!”

“I’m not, so…” Bradley shrugged his shoulders and announced that he was getting up to get a drink. You asked him to get you water and something to snack on while he was over there, and he said yes.

When he left, you were having small talk with Cassandra. She asked you where you were from, what you did for work, other things like that. When he came back, you looked like you were getting angry and you sounded like it, too.

“That’s interesting. Bradley never wanted to get married or have kids when he was with me. I always thought that it was because of what losing both of his parents did to him.”

“Or maybe it was just you that he didn’t want to marry or have kids with… Just a thought.”

You didn’t even realize that Bradley had come back until he put your water and snacks in front of you. He put his hand on your shoulder as he sat down with his beer.

“Hey, I think maybe you should calm down a little bit,” he said. You glanced at him and took a sip of your water before looking back over at Cassandra.

“I mean, look at you. You were the popular girl with mom and dad’s money to let you do whatever you wanted. I’ll tell you right now, I wouldn’t be with Bradley if he didn’t want to have kids. He’s a nice guy, too, so I think it’s just you. From what I’ve heard, you were quite the mean girl. It’s no wonder that you’re still single.”

“Alright, you’re taking this a little too far. Cassandra, I’m sorry for what was just said. I think we’re gonna head out. I’ll see you around,” Bradley said. He grabbed your bag and helped you stand before you walked out of the building. 

The drive back to the hotel was silent except for the radio softly playing. Bradley unlocked the room for you before closing the door and locking it.

“Take off your dress and get on the bed,” he said as he kicked his shoes off.

“I hope you know that I’m not sorry for what I said to that bitch earlier.”

Bradley sighed and walked over to you. He rolled you over so that you were on all fours and you could feel his hardened cock press up against you.

“Will you stop talking or do I have to make you shut up?” He asked as he moved your panties to the side.

He rubbed your pussy and you let out a small scream as he slammed his cock inside of you. With his arms around your waist, he moved in and out of you at a grueling pace. He pulled out almost all the way and smacked your ass before slamming into you, eliciting a moan from you.

“Oh, you liked that, didn’t you?” He rasped into your ear. You could only moan in response as he continued to pound into you. You groaned as you felt a warm droplet of spit and let out a sharp cry as Bradley used that as lubricant to slowly insert his thumb in your ass.

“You want me to stop?” He asked.

“Bradley, fuck - don’t stop! Feels s’good,” you said.

His thrusts got impossibly faster and he used his other hand to rub your clit as he brought you closer to the edge. You came right as you felt Bradley’s cock twitch inside of you, gushing all over him and the bed. With his cum leaking out of you, Bradley rolled you over and put a pillow under your back before starting to go down on you. You let out a cry from the burn of his mustache on your sore clit and he moved up to lay his head on your chest. He glanced over at the clock on the bedside table and looked up at you before kissing you.

“Let’s get cleaned up and then we can go and get something to eat,” he said as he carried you to the bathroom. Before the two of you left to get tacos, Bradley called room service to get a clean set of sheets.

“You should do that more often. I like it rough,” you said as you and Bradley got to the lobby of the hotel.

“You gotta stop doing that. We’re in public.”

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[marley-manson]

K and U

Thank you!

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

Miiiight be Gabrielle from Xena. I wouldn't say best, there are some writing hiccups for sure, but I really love her arc from wannabe swordswoman to bard with a stick to pacifist to badass warrior but torn about it. It's very satisfying to me.

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

Ray Vecchio from Due South - I loooooove his extreme loyalty to Fraser, complaining all the while. Dude took an explosion for him and then crawled from his hospital bed to a shack in Canada whlie still wearing a neckbrace IN THE PILOT, and never shuts up about Fraser ruining his suits. I love his verbosity, the way he prioritizes people he loves before abstract philosophical concepts like duty and clashes with Fraser, I adore that he's haunted by his dad as well, love his family and relationships with them, and I will always love his complaining. I latched onto him hard back in my Due South phase and he's still my all time fave, and most of that has no reason, it's mostly to do with the age I watched the show.

Xena from Xena: Warrior Princess: She's a power fantasy that never disappoints. I search high and low for a successor and haven't found one. She was a ruthless legitimately evil warlord who was powerful enough to take over the known world in a canonical alternate reality, and that tracks. The action scenes aren't about wondering whether Xena's going to win a fight against 20 guards or some warlord or some god, it's about wondering exactly how fun it's gonna be to watch her kick their ass. She doesn't ever come up against a power too strong for her to go mano e mano with, she uses her wits a lot, but only when a fight won't solve the problem - and usually to maneuver things along so a fight will solve the problem. There was an episode where she was temporarily blinded and she was still never in physical danger lmao. Ares, the god of war, is, and I quote, "barely a match for her as a god," and when he's a human she usually needs to save his damseled ass. She only ever even exerts herself in fights against gods or occasionally other warrior women.

All that and she's hot and bi and in love with a hot blonde warrior bard.

Hawkeye from Mash - I'll be real here, he's a shoe in for fave. First, I'm a sucker for fun, confident bottoms, which is so close to canon for him that fandom usually doesn't even disappoint here (which is pretty rare lol). I never get sick of his reel of gay jokes, l've written essays about his gender expression and how it reflects on the politics of the show but it's also just incredibly fun to watch. And in addition to the fun stuff, he's also so wonderfully compassionate, thoughtful and politically aware, engaged with the horrors of the setting in a very satisfying way, emotionally expressive with some amazing dialogue and great jokes, and generally just a very well-drawn character excellently brought to life over eleven years.

#ask meme #text post #marley on xena #marley on due south #marley on mash

[mrs-monaghan]

Hybe didn't?

Lmao they were no.1

Things hybe 'did' for Jimin FACE era

1. Denied him of 4 MV, to artist who build that fuxking company. While giving their rookies 4 MVs on 1st album, Yoongi and Hobi a documentary and now a world tour. Apparently 4 MVs request is unreasonable, my ass.

2. Lets forget about other international platforms but they Didn't raised a finger against hanteo robbery even if it's their own home country. Still no one knows where that 770K sales went. Conveniently stole his #1 soloist sales record.

3. Didn't sent LC to radio even after mass request from fans and it achieving no1 on BB, left all work to be done by fans. LC had a very big opportunity to go even big but how much fans can do without a single support from agency ?

4. No celebrations or theme cakes like other members, no interviews or hype after No.1 BB like bangtan had during dynamite era. When rest country was celebrating and their share prices shoot up. Even Jimin's dad's friends celebrated while it's silence from his agency.

5. Even his pre orders still not shipped which is affecting charts. It's been a month, mind you. Took days to restore CDs in BTS store. Took days to add LC to This is BTS Playlist, which is the biggest we can have, while haegum was added in a day.

6. Army were begging them about BB situation for 3 WEEKS but no response but conveniently corrected the website just a day before D DAY. No comments regarding his 90%+ sales being deleted while all K media were writing about the BB payola.

7. Cut down his promotion to 10 fucking days leaving even Jimin disappointed and doubtful about his promos. Just to announce a whole new album in a week and killed hype of FACE.

8. Threw him to hands of kpoppies and antis, they were rentlessly attacking him since SMF dropped, articles were written, they were making sexual harassment and rape jokes against him. 'Artist protection' no where to be found. Didn't even took down korean articles or hate blogs.

9. Made him overwork and finish everything within 10 days till he was sick. He attended parties with tapes on his neck and was sick af by end of promos, even on BB hot 100 announcement day.

10. Remember when Filter was removed from iTunes when it began outstreaming ON ? Yeah same thing happened. FACE tied with BTS record for iTunes album IMMEDIATELY next day there was a 'glitch' and FACE falled.

That's an accurate depiction of me rn. I said in a comment and I'll say it here. I love Jimin with everything I own, but I'm gonna need my man to start having some sort of defiance. He doesn't see his potential, fine. But he needs to start prioritising himself. He don't need to be putting others infront of himself all the damn time. Did other members put their shit on hold for his sake? No. He was born to shine...its why he's so hated because he doesn't need to do much and people will gravitate towards him. If YT didn't do what they did SMF and LC would both have over 100M views by now. No seriously think about it. Forget the streamers like u and me. We have 74 million subscribers on Bangtan TV and 70 M subs on Hybe labels. Then Jimin has 49M followers on insta. Lets say 10 million are people with multiple accounts. That leaves 39M followers. Again, forget the streamers. Lets say there is a person who is busy so they only have time to watch his MVs once before going to work and once before bed. Then we of course have the haters obsessed with Jimin who also watched the MVs at least once. Add the fact that both MVs for sometime were number 1 and 3 on trending which means locals who like to see what's trending clicked on the songs and watched them. And then that's when the streamers come in. The math does not math no matter how much u try. The fact that LC doesn't even have 50 million views is absolutely ridiculous.

But, I digressed. Back on topic. Hybe did do him dirty. BH been doing him dirty for fucking years. But he stays. If you've been listening. You will notice Suga and Jimin are the two members who've been the most vocal about coming back as 7. I'm not saying the rest don't want that, but Yoonmin do appear to want that the most.

We have seen Jimin refuse to go hard when he's dancing with people who are not as good. The TT he did with TXT he did not even try. He took the cute route. And that's not the only one. VIBE he could have gone harder, but u can see he is holding back because that is not his song, he was a feature. Watch how he dances with Suga versus how he dances with Jhope. U will see a clear difference. Jimin has always, always put other people into consideration. Its why u will see when V is making fun of Jimin he won't stop and keeps going and going. But when Jimin is making fun of V, he will catch himself and stop and admit he has gone to far.

He has always put Bangtan before himself and it sucks. Look at JK "what are they gonna do, fire me?" JK knows the power he holds and uses it and takes advantage of it. He knows he's indispensable. But then so is Jimin and I wish he would follow his boyfriend's lead because this is absurd. Other members have gotten sm and he got so little. How and why was he okay with this?

I would bet my right arm (I'm right handed btw) that he has also put BTS before his relationship and could have been the cause of some of their fights. And u know JK sees whats happening and doesn't like it one bit. BH weren't promoting his man to his satisfaction so JK did a whole live dedicated to Jimin. He said; fine, I'll do it myself.

Y'all think I'm kidding when I say JK stays for Jimin 🧐

I hope military service hardens Jimin and he comes back with an attitude because this man deserves to reach even greater heights than he already has.

Fuck Hybe and Bighit with a fucking cactus I'm fucking done with this shit

#justice for jimin #jimin #park jimin #jimin face #the fuckery #bts ask #ask shaz #jikook #jimin and jungkook #bts

[meatmasks]

Can you PLS write yandere headcanons for the proxies? Or like, them being obsessed with reader? How would that go?

🥩-HAHA. you have opened a very intense can of worms. And for the sake of this account being a mostly SFW account, I won't put my NSFW head canons. but, I'll most definitely give you everything else!

(Keep in mind these are head canons and scenarios, not exactly canon accurate. )

•Jeff

Heavy stalking, will go out of his way to eliminate everyone you hold dear in your life. No remorse; no regret. He most likely has your name carved into his eugh,flakey ass skin. A daily reminder of one of his forcefully attainable goals.

He sees you more as an object that's his, less of a person. And I'm sure if you, the "object" in question objects to his murderous gestures, it won't go well. LMAO.

•Ticci Toby

Toby is the obbsessed individual that will squirm his way into your life like an unforgettable worm. Hes also heavily manipulative and slick, so hell play pretend for awhile with you. At first he may come off as awkward, sweet and endearing. But that quickly shifts as the span of time elongates. At first it's simple gestures and words, like "I just want you to spend more time with me. " and "you shouldn't spend that much time with them, I'm your boyfriend/friend." (Reffering to your other friends, maybe family or coworkers.) Becoming uncomfterabley clingy, touchy.

He slowly isolates you until youve had enough, but when you snapped like a rubber band he seems to be the scissors that cuts the rubber in pieces, mind breaking you. I also think if you've tried to escape numerous times, those hatchets would lovingly come into play to mark your never ending hell and the end of your standing and walking.

•Ben Drowned

Crazy cyber stalker, definition of that one scenemo audio of "I have your IP, your home address too, your government files say a lot about you. "

He steals all your information and eats it up like a 3 course meal. Then he uses the information against you like blackmail, and some how plans it in a way till he gets his grubby hands on you.

•Laughing Jack

If this entity / man is obbsessed with you, say goodbye to everything including yourself. He will play with you like a doll, then he will use you like a decorative coffee table and fill your empty bowel cavity with candy. Essentially your most likely a nice piece of furniture in the end. LMAO that's all I could imagine when I thought about LJ in this scenario. But hey, at least your his favorite bowl 💀

•Eyeless Jack

I imagine the guy finds you hurt, maybe stranded idk. Maybe your sick, maybe you got hit by a car? Anyways, he finds you unconscious. And while fixing you up he steals your kidney, and it escalates from there. LMAO?? Hot doctor makes a meal of your kidneys then isolates you because your good company.

🥩- enjoy some of these thoughts LMAO though lazily written

#creepypasta #headcanon #horror

[valeriianz]

10 fandoms / 10 characters / 10 tags

tagged by @virgo-dream and @seiya-starsniper, thank you! this took me a while... the way my hyperfixations work is, i'll completely devote myself to a piece of media for a time... then once i find something else i move on almost entirely lol. i of course still have a very soft spot for the shows/video games listed here (as well as my blorbos, such as they are) but the only fandom im currently active in is, of course, Sandman.

1: Levi Ackerman - Attack on Titan

I am in a love/hate relationship with AoT lmao (and some day i WILL finish the final season) but nothing, not even fandom war, will ever change my love for Levi. I'm obsessed with his backstory, how he came into the Survey Corps, and how it all sheds light on the decisions he makes and the tragedies he suffered through. I was fascinated by him since S1 and after the No Regrets manga came out, I was done for. He has been through so much and despite how cruel and unforgiving he seems, he actually has the biggest heart and-- guh I just love him. He deserves the world ;^;

2: Zuko - Avatar the Last Airbender

Truly was torn between Zuko or Katara... but I have always had mad respect for Zuko's redemption arc and how brilliantly it was written. I love how it takes a full season and a half for him to have this war within himself, that he makes the right decision but then regresses... before literally becoming sick with indecision and change. And then he finally proves his worth and becomes the most loyal friend and a perfect leader to rebuild a broken society. I'm a sucker for good character stories, and Zuko's arc in ATLA is my hands down favorite ever.

3: Roxas - Kingdom Hearts

God I just love tragic male characters, huh? lmao. This one is a no brainer to me. Roxas is the OG blorbo. I fell in love with him at the tender age of 17 and have never looked back. He is kind and loyal but also a feral gremlin. He is so goofy but sad and god dammit, I love his voice and his baby blue eyes. Also this line, "This could have been the other way around." *shakes fist* MY BOY!

4: Faye Valentine - Cowboy Bebop

We love complex characters in this house! Faye has all the traits of a character I usually wouldn't vibe with: she's arrogant (without much to back it up lol), lazy, and is susceptible to addictions. But oooh do I love a character who uses negative traits to hide how emotionally vulnerable they are. Faye appears strong, mean, and confident to a fault, but inside she craves companionship and is incredibly lonely (despite her lone wolf tendencies). Rewatching the show as an adult, I found Faye and I have a lot in common lol. She needs a hug.

5: Hob Gadling - The Sandman

Do I really need to say anything? lol I love that Hob is the fandom's plaything; molding and shaping him and writing him in all sorts of different ways... but I do adore his canon character. He is brash, stubborn, at times cruel and violent... but then immeasurably kind, loyal, and forgiving. He takes on immortality in unexpected ways. he thrives, he suffers, he works, he regresses, he makes mistakes, he learns from them, he changes... he is THE human experience.

6: Daenerys Targaryen - Game of Thrones

Robbed. Robbed. Absolutely robbed. The writers did Daenerys so dirty, I refuse to accept the final 3 seasons of GOT as canon lmao. (and here's another thing: I would totally accept her spiral into "madness" if it had been handled seriously. If the writers didn't just pull this out of their ass and instead thoughtfully worked in justifiable reasoning for her to go crazy). I'm 100% a stan and there's actually nothing you can say that will change my mind :)

7: Cal Kestis - Star Wars, Jedi: Fallen Order

My SON. My BOY! I have the adoption papers ready.

8: Tifa Lockhart - Final Fantasy VII

Another OG blorbo lmao. She's been with me since I was a teenager (also I always shipped her with Cloud, not Aerith. I do however ship Aerith and Zack... the latter whom almost made this list. Anyway-). Tifa is the badass motherfucker with a heart of gold. She is insanely loyal and truly the wisest of the bunch.

9: Mickey Milkovich - Shameless

ANOTHER BROKEN CHARACTER WHO GOES THROUGH EXTREME DEVELOPMENT? Can anyone sense a pattern?? This motherfuckerrrr *shakes Mikey and slaps him in the face and sobs* God I love it when a seemingly irredeemable character goes THROUGH IT and comes out shining a new, yet somehow the same old, sarcastic bitch.

(Also please note that Lip Gallagher almost made this list. Another shining example of the writers doing his character the WORST injustice just to keep him on the show. He should have stayed in college. He almost GOT OUT. He almost broke the chain. What he did was not in line with his character and I will stay mad about it).

10: Cesare Borgia - The Borgias

THIS. GUY! AURGH!! Arrogant, violent, sexy bastard. You piece of shit. Cesare actually did everything wrong, he doesn't want to be redeemed. But he is so fucking charismatic and I love that he uses it to his advantage. He's so fucking smart and quick on his feet. He's SUCH an asset on the battlefield. And he LOVES his family! He will kill a bitch with his bare hands if they dare insult his mother or sister. I love that he grumbles when given advice from literally anyone that isn't his most trusted friend, bodyguard, and assassin, Micheletto. Doesn't even flinch when he discovers Micheletto is gay, actually teases him for being a momma's boy, and genuinely grieves for his loss when he flees. He says out loud how he misses him and actually begins to doubt himself without Micheletto there to counsel him. Cesare is everything to me, actually.

tagging, no pressure!: @rainy-days-and-nights @the-cloudy-dreamer @kemurai6-dominion-of-dust @ferelden-loser @teejaystumbles @tj-dragonblade @hardly-an-escape @sutoribenda @quillingwords @mathomhouse-e

#woo okay #this was kind of difficult because i usually always have multiple blorbos per show lol #choosing only one from each was a struggle haha #thank you guys! #tag game

[lakemichigans]

tlou episode 8 thoughts!!

- man.... joel had the death rattle and everything...

- ellie trying to sound intimidating, i love her sm 😭 as much as i dearly love the "ditto for buddy boy" line, it felt wrong coming from this version of ellie. similar to how in the podcast they said it would've been strange for pedro's joel to say "you're treading on some mighty thin ice", i thought they would go the same route here. it's still cute though

- i love the addition of david being a christian preacher. i can imagine manyyy people only became religious after the world ended, making them more susceptible to manipulation than people who may have already been religious their whole lives. if you don't know anything about the bible except what your preacher tells you, you'll believe anything he says. you're desperate to find meaning and salvation in this cruel world and this guy is offering it to you on a silver platter (haha). finding out later that he just uses religion as a way to justify his own sick brain is like.... so real

- wow, david revealed himself quick. i knew we wouldn't get a super long fight scene with david as our ally like the game, but i expected at least one infected to be killed to solidify their bond before breaking it. that scene felt rushed to me :/

- the way ellie feels so much more comfortable being affectionate with joel because he's in this vulnerable state 🥺 if joel never got hurt, i truly believe it would've taken them YEARS to get to the point where ellie lays next to him and he rests his cheek on her head. being in danger speeds up the realization of "oh shit, there's no sense in building walls between us because it's already too late -- you feel like family to me and it would hurt me if you were gone"

- my god that kill in the basement was brutal. pedro captured the perfect amount of badass joel still on the verge of death energy lmao

- FUCK YEAH OH MY GOD that interrogation scene was literally perfection, i wouldn't change a single thing. my ass was CLENCHED kfjskfjs

- i like that the cannibalism is (kinda) less cartoonish in this version. i REALLY like (and by that i mean i'm very horrified by) the fact that only a few people know they're eating human meat while everyone else is left in the dark. especially the poor wife and child :(

- i didn't think it was possible to make the scene with david and ellie in the cage any grosser but they managed it ??? it was so visceral oh my god i want to kill that man. ellie is so smart and resourceful and it's devastating :( the way david uses her 'violent side' as a way to manipulate her is sick. it's such a typical abuser thing to do: "if you hurt me in retaliation you're actually just as bad as me" 🤢 it's written masterfully. i know that line will stick with ellie for a long time :( i'm choosing to interpret it this way because i despise the idea that the show-runners are implying that ellie truly does have a violent heart and is somehow kin to david because of that. i refuse to interpret it that way, ew ew ew.

- yooooo he said cunt

- i was worried the whole episode would feel rushed but i actually appreciate how it continues to ramp up as joel becomes more desperate to find ellie

- jesus christ.. they really went there.... i know it was implied in the game too but wow. i was in complete shock until the moment joel called her baby girl and then the floodgates opened. fucking hell man. poor ellie fucks sake

- i am so so so so glad that they still allowed ellie to save herself rather than be saved by joel. that has always been so special to me. although i wish ellie never had to live with the memory of killing david, it's so important that she was able to talk, think, and fight her way out of that situation. joel swoops in at the last second to COMFORT her, not to save her. it's perfection.

10/10 episode wow this one was brutal but easily my favorite?? i was on the edge of my seat for all 53 minutes even though i knew damn well what was about to happen. it was the perfect mix of action scenes compounding the emotional scenes

#the last of us hbo #tlou spoilers #the last of us spoilers

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

4, 12, 19, 27 for the fic writer asks!

Yoooooo hey some slay questions! Here we go bois!

4- a story idea you haven’t written yet! So I have a good amount of random ideas just languishing in my notes, and if a creek mood ever strikes me, I have a film school au with them in mind! I think that would be fun lmao

12- a trope you’re really into right now so this is a constant with me and a surprise to literally nobody, but I LOVE a character getting taken care of!!! Wounded, sick, whatever man I just adore the tenderness of that shit, like there’s a reason I’m the Whumpshot Wizard and it’s bc I’m a sucker for patching someone up leading to confessions of feelings, or a partner who is well versed in their partner’s chronic pain and knows what to do, or the soft sweet reassurances as they hold a feverish loved one and remind them that they’re safe, or the protective fierceness of a person desperately trying to get their love to safety and figure out why they just collapsed, the gentle encouragement of urging a barely conscious partner to wake up the rest of the way, the concern of the recovery period, just FUCK dude I’m so soft for that shit!!!

19- the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic dude I’m gonna be so fr a lot of the time I just wing it for even my more involved aus but every once in a while I’ll actually fact check myself, and I went down SUCH a crazy rabbit hole learning the history of the Missoula Smokejumpers and smokejumping in general for And The Lightning Cracks The Sky, also I taught myself a little bit of lotr style elvish for How We Began (and I use that shit in the OJV too lmfao Stan and Kyle are fuckin dorks who whole ass speak elvish to each other)

27- your favorite part of the writing process ok I absolutely LOVE the buildup to the climax, like even more than the climax itself. Like writing the calm before the storm is such an ideal place to put tender moments; I’m gonna reference The Webs In The Rafters, chapter 16 when Butters and Kenny have their sweet moment at the pond like RIGHT before shit hits the fan. A lot of the time my fics start out as a specific scene I see in my head and build off of, and fleshing out character interactions is another one of my favorite parts, like for TWITR example, what is Cartman’s role in the group? How does Kenny react to learning more about the rest of the ranch hands? What is Kyle’s role in the gang? Who is closest to who? That kind of stuff, I love being able to try and convey personalities and relationships through the smallest interactions! Also, my favorite thing about posting on ao3 is just absolutely unhinged authors notes, like I LOVE busting out a new au with a “HELLO MOTHERS AND FUCKERS ITS TIME FOR ANOTHER PCE MULTICHAP!!!” Bc I’m insane and it’s fun plus I love coming up with a Question Of The Day for the end notes and seeing people’s answers! And ofc I love getting comments in general (also leaving comments lmao)

Thank you for asking these dude and apologies for the long winded answers I am Extremely Annoying and enjoy being obnoxious!

#asks #south park #I love these questions and also linking my own bullshit #my shit #fic link

[libra-stellium]

Pluto in Aquarius - 12H Transit

Reflecting on Friendships

The last time pluto was in aquarius was March 23 - June 11 2023 and during that time was when a friend of 8/9 years ghosted me in early March and I tried to mend things during that 3 month period and the last time we had a conversation was June 10 2023 lol (we did tell each other happy birthday and thank you in Sept and Nov after that but no actual conversation)

Then this year pluto goes into aqua again on Jan 20 2024 and I tell a couple friends about how my TikTok FYP gets sooo many of her reposts about fake friends and hating people who aren’t confrontational and how nobody knows how to communicate lol so I liked one of them and they stopped! Then like 2 weeks later there’s a repost about getting confronted about reposts and how you can’t take anything online seriously 😂 but there’s been 0 reposts since so I think it worked 🤷🏾‍♀️

Then on Jan 29 I had a dream that I was in a groupchat with her and other people who I used to be friends with in college but my friendship with them didn’t make it past that so I guess they ended like 5 years ago? We would sometimes do group things but it quickly died down. They’re all still friends tho I think. Anyway so in this dream one girl sent a longgggggg ass message about all the things she hated about me 💀 (my dreams are always dramatic lmfao) and that girl who ghosted me was hearting the messages within seconds like she was right there when it was written!! Lmao message received!! I don’t think they actually hate me to this extent irl but I’m a Pisces rising so my dreams don’t lie 🤷🏾‍♀️

And this entire week I’ve been thinking about what I actually want out of friendships and that friendship wasn’t bad but it also wasn’t completely what I wanted in a friendship and I think I was holding on for longer than necessary bc nothing had happened between us so why end a friendship you know? And towards the end right before I was like “she ghosted me” I remember thinking why do I feel like I’m begging ? Lmao bc I would type a message and erase it like I felt she wouldn’t care about what I had to say. Which is weird bc I wasn’t saying anything out of the ordinary 😭 and I should’ve listened to that feeling more lol

I definitely want friendships with more care involved. I have a few friends I can have deep conversations with and who didn’t mind listening to me vent to them about what my narc mom was doing to me that week and I let them vent too. But like…while I was going through that no one asked me if I needed anything or if I needed help with anything it was just like yeah that sucks 😕 and that’s it. I was sick recently and one of my friends I told I was sick never responded to my message and then I go on IG two days later to see she’s on vacation with her bf and then she calls me when she gets back a week later and not once asked me if I was feeling better but immediately started talking about a situation with her bf 🙃 like okayyyyyy

So I think that’s def going to be a major Pluto in aqua theme for me. I just need to actually sit down and figure out what I want my friendships to look like.

I feel like I already do for them what I’m looking for so I know I’m not asking for a lot! And I did think about my people pleaser tendencies and it wasn’t even about that like someone sharing an achievement and me going “we should go here to celebrate!” But me sharing an achievement and just getting the congrats text with confetti and if I want to celebrate I gotta say I want to go celebrate let’s go here like 😀 and even for my bday last year I was fresh off no contact with my mom obviously distressed and no one offered any options for my bday when it was less than a week before and I was saying I literally have no idea what to do I’m overwhelmed they just kept asking did you plan it yet? So I ended up just picking a random place for brunch lol but it felt like too much to be like “can someone plan my bday for me?” 💀 my take on it is very if they wanted to they would

It’s 4:44

I think it relates to my family too bc from the way their lives have turned out I have this fear of not having any friends bc they don’t have any friends in their 50s 60s and continuously tell me how lonely it is and to make sure that never happens to me and to make sure I keep all my friends lol no pressure! But tbh the reason they don’t have any friends is bc I don’t think they were friends with those people to begin with they were just in proximity and they did not actually care about each other.

I wonder what’s going to show up between Sept 1 - Nov 19 2024 when Pluto goes back into cap and reenters aqua for the next 20 years bc my bday happens in that gap and there’s always something surrounding my bday!!

#astrology #astro #astro tumblr #learn astrology #astro community #pisces rising #libra stellium #saturn in the 1st house #pluto in the 12th house #pluto in aquarius

[sieunotes]

wrapped in pink

❒ pairing - xayn ft saesang

❒ word count - 200+

❒ synopsis -a long term saesang since his trainee years, sents xayn a disturbing gift.

❒ time - 2024

⚠️ - hints of blood

Italics = spoken in English

(a/n: im finna whoop her ass my damn self, leave xayn alone girly lmao)

xayn felt a surge of curiosity and excitement as he received a small box wrapped in pink paper and tied with a ribbon. it was his birthday, and he had been getting tons of gifts from his fans, but this one looked different. he wondered what was inside the box, maybe a necklace, a bracelet, or a keychain. he decided to open it right away, in front of his bodyguard and manager, who were watching him with amusement. he tore off the paper and lifted the lid, revealing a white envelope and a bunch of photos. he opened the envelope and pulled out a letter, written in a neat and feminine handwriting. he started reading it aloud, while his bodyguard and manager listened.

"dear xayn, happy birthday, my love. you are the most amazing person in the world, and i am so lucky to have you in my life. you are my everything, my reason to live, my soulmate. i have been following you since you were a trainee, and i have seen you grow and shine. you are so talented, handsome, kind, and perfect. i know everything about you, your likes, your dislikes, your dreams, your fears. i know you better than anyone else, even yourself. i have been waiting for this day for a long time, the day when i can finally show you how much i love you and how much we have in common.

i have prepared a special gift for you, something that no one else can give you, something that will make you realize that we are meant to be together. it is a part of me that i want to give to you, a part of me that will always be with you, a part of me that will connect us forever. a symbol of my love, my devotion, my sacrifice. i hope you like my gift, my love. i hope you appreciate my effort, my passion, my pain. i hope you call me as soon as you see this, my love. i am waiting for our happy ending. your true love, s."

xayn felt a chill run down his spine as he finished reading the letter. he looked at the photos in horror, recognizing his baby pictures that he had never shared with anyone. he saw the bloody fingernail in the middle of the collage, with his name written on it in red. he felt sick to his stomach, and dropped the box in a scream.

his bodyguard and manager ran over, alarmed by his reaction. they saw the box and the letter, and understood what was going on. they were shocked and disgusted by the gift, and worried about xayn’s safety.

“who is this s? how did they get my information?” he asked, panicking.

his manager took the letter and the box, and said, “don’t worry, xayn. we’ll find out who this is, and we’ll deal with them.” he comfort him.

the manager looked at his bodyguard, and nodded. they knew they had to act fast, and find out who this s was, and stop them before they did something worse.

-

#fake idol community #fictional kpop oc #fictional kpop community #fake kpop oc #fake kpop soloist #kpop oc #fake kpop company #xayndrabbles

[taegularities]

Hello lovely Rid 💕💕💕

First of all...

okaaaaay 👀👀👀 I don't like seeing sad Jungkook (or sad Rid for that matter) but short hair Jungkook makes me crazy, so I'll take it.

Also I wanted to ramble about who I'm a bigger simp for, since you posted that cruel poll making me choose.

So basically, I'm really really obsessed with c&f Jungkook and I can't even pinpoint the exact reason why? I've said this before but I've never been more whipped for a man who I don't fully trust so quickly. There was just something about him that had me from the beginning, even with his very questionable looking intentions. So I'm a big simp for him in a more base level way? Like it's almost involuntary lmaooo.

And then for cmi Jungkook... I mean he has my whole heart. He might be my favourite fictional Jungkook ever actually... Literally all sides of him (that we've seen so far) I'm in love with. Just writing about him right now has me going 🥺🥺🥺. I'm ready to protect him at all costs and he also makes me crazy (in all kinds of ways). maybe i'll save the love letter for him for the cmi anniversary i mean what?

I love both of them a lot though. Thinking about both the c&f epilogue and cmi8 gives me emotional whiplash.

Other than that though, how are you doing, Rid? I saw that you're feeling a little sick and once again I'm ready with all the virtual blankets and tea and hugs since I can't take care of you irl 🥺 I hope you get through it very very soon!!!

I've been feeling very emotional and a little melancholic myself recently. But today I listened to d day and it actually made me feel loads better, Yoongi just always knows how to comfort 🥺 I also got started on a paper that I'm excited to write, for which I received unexpectedly good feedback while I was still at the planning stages! Trying to focus on the good things and set up a good base for when my exam season starts.

I hope you feel better soon Rid, sending you all of my love 💞💞💞

IVI LOL, you really do point out the subtlest things !!! did not think anyone would catch that haircut bit, but look at you :'))

i think you're a simp for c&f jk bc you know a good man when you see one... despite his initially questionable behaviour, he truly is a sweet bean who tends to act monstrous (in bed) at times lmao so i understand the obsession... :')

and i know, cmi jk is just 😭 thank you for loving him so much, tbh he might be my fav jk i've written so far too :(( my lil baby :(( and i can't wait for his return :((((

thank you, ivi !! :') i hate that this happens, idk why i get colds so frequently ?? like i spent most of yesterday and today napping and it sucksss lmao i want to be productive, too :') but i'll take the blankets i love you 🤍🥺 so happy you've been well !! despite the melancholy... i get that feeling. there must be something in the air, bc everyone's been very emotional these days. i'm so glad you have stuff you can look forward to, though, and i hope that mood stays bc you deserve it 💕

(also i've been wanting to say this — i know you said i don't need to be, but im so sorry for being slow with answering at times... you send such thoughtful and incredibly kind thoughts and then i feel bad. but i want to answer just as thoughtfully and the current time has been beating my ass lmao sorry again but i love you rambling and will always get to it bc i love you so fkn much 😭🥺🤍)

#UM WDYM AN ANNIVERSARY LOVE LETTER BTW !!!!!???? #notes for rid 🌹 #ivi <3 #fic: candles & flames #fic: colour me in #long ask

[kimoralov3]

Spirited Confessions

Requested by: No one but this is somewhat based off a dream I had a few weeks ago Word Count: 2281 Warnings: i've been sick most of the time i wrote this so it's probably not that good, this is the first time i've written a kiss, the reader gets drunk, mild angst??, reader and billy get into an argument, reader is drunk at one point, frank is a third wheel for a bit lmao, swearing, fem!reader

If we were being honest, it had been a while since you had left the house. It’s not like it was intentional— you had just been very busy. You’d graduated from law school last year, and starting at a law firm meant that you were working your ass off. On top of that, your landlord raised your rent so god damn high that you couldn’t pay it anymore, therefore you were currently moving into another one. 

“Well, that was the last of the boxes from the truck.” Frank said as he and Billy carried in a large box. 

“Thank you guys so much, I don’t know how long it would’ve taken me to get all this stuff up the stairs by myself.” You said as you gave each of them a hug.

“You know we’ll always help you when you need it. And now, you can repay us by actually leaving the house for the first time in a year.” Billy said as he leaned against the wall.

You knew this was coming; mainly because he and Frank had been trying to get you out of the house. “I would really love to, but I have so much stuff to unpack, and I still have to build my bed. Long story short, I don’t think I’ll be leaving the house any time soon.” 

“Oh c’mon Y/N, live a little! How about this; if me and Frank help you build your bed, you have to come out with us tonight.” Billy suggested. It honestly didn’t seem like that bad of an idea, and if you were being honest with yourself you had really been looking for an excuse to let loose.

“Ok fine, but only for a few drinks.” You finally gave in. Frank and Billy high-fived each other before going to your room to build your bed.

—

The three of you ended up some bar a few blocks away from your new apartment. Y’all sat at the bar, Frank on your left and Billy on your right. “Man, I can’t believe we actually got you out of the house. Today truly is a great day.” Billy said as he playfully bumped into you.

“Oh fuck off, Russo. Don’t make me regret going out with y’all.” You joked as you punched his arm. 

“Oh baby, you’d never regret going out with me. I’d make sure of that.” He said with a wink. You rolled your eyes at his flirtiness, turning to face the menu as a distraction from the heat creeping up your face. You and Billy had been friends for years now, so you should honestly be used to his insistent flirting by now, but there was something about that damn smug face that always pulled at your heart strings. 

It was obvious that nothing would ever happen between the two of you— Billy was either too busy running his company or spending the night with some girl he’d just met. He didn’t necessarily have the reputation of a heartbreaker, but it certainly didn’t seem like he was planning on settling down with anyone anytime soon. Meaning that there was no point in trying to pursue a relationship with him.

While the two of you were having your conversation, Frank must’ve ordered you all some shots because the waitress set them down in front of y’all. The three of you quickly took your shots, then spent some time talking. Frank mentioned some date that he had gone on with a girl he’d met at the park, and as usual, Billy talked about the stress of his work.

A couple more shots and some drinks later and you were sitting at the bar by yourself, Billy and Frank across the bar enjoying a game of pool. Whenever you were drunk you focused all your attention on one thing, and right now all that focus went into trying to figure out what wings you wanted.

“Excuse me, ma’am, are you alright? You seem to be pretty out of it.” The bartender asked as she stepped in front of you. 

You smiled as you looked at her, nodding your head. Which was a bad idea, because it made the room spin. “I’m great, thanks for asking! How about you?” 

“I’m fine, thanks. You came here with two men, right? Where are they? Could one of them take you home?” She asked, worry lacing her tone. 

“Yes! Billy and Frank are right over there! They’re really nice, you should go talk to them.” Your words were slurred, but she could still understand what you were saying.

She plastered on a smile and nodded, quickly moving from behind the bar and towards the pool table. You went back to looking at the menu, once again focusing on the wings. 

A few minutes later you felt someone place their hand on your shoulder and turned around to see Billy sliding into the seat next to you. “Hey pretty girl, you feeling alright? You seem lonely over here.”

“I’m fine. I was actually about to order some wings, do you want some?” You asked as you slid the menu over to him. 

“Nah, I’m good. Although the bartender did tell me to make sure that my girlfriend got home on time and I intend to do so.” He says as he brushes a strand of hair out of your face.

His use of the word girlfriend made you frown. Girlfriend? Since when did Billy have a girlfriend? And when did she get here? “Girlfriend? I didn’t know that you had a girlfriend.” 

“I don’t, she was talking about you. C’mon, let’s get you home.” Billy said as he helped you up off your stool. You stumbled a little as you stood up, falling into him. Billy chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist. 

“Wait wait, what about Frank?” You asked as the two of you started walking towards the door.

“He ran into the girl he went on a date with the other day, so he’s staying here a little while longer.” He explained. 

“Oh, ok. So you’re taking me home?” You asked as you stared at him.

“That’s the plan.” He said simply. You nodded, which was once again a bad idea because you lost your balance and almost fell face, but luckily Billy caught you. “Careful there. Do you want me to carry you?”

“Oooh, can you give me a piggyback ride? That way I can finally be taller than you.” You said as you quickly— and clumsily— went behind Billy and jumped on his back. Due to his quick reflexes, he easily caught her. He made sure her legs were secured around his waist before walking back to her apartment.

—

You and Billy finally made it to your apartment, him taking you to your room and setting you down on the bed. He took off your shoes, gave you some pajamas, and went to the bathroom to get you a washcloth to wipe off your makeup. 

“Do you need anything else before I leave? Like a glass of water or some aspirin?” He asked as he tucked you into bed. 

You scrunched your nose, shaking your head. “No, aspirin is nasty.” 

Billy smiled, patting you on your head. “You’re cute when you’re drunk.” He said softly. 

“God, why are you so hot?” You whined as you covered your face with your hands. Billy raised an eyebrow, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Really? Just how hot am I?” There was amusement and curiosity in his tone, but you were too drunk to really pick up on it.

“Really fucking hot— and don’t act like you aren’t aware of it! I see the way you flirt with women all the time; you use those stupid brown eyes until they’re basically putty in the palm of your hands.” You rambled. Billy hummed, nodding his head.

“And what about you? Are my ‘stupid brown eyes’ making you fall in love with me?” He joked.

“Yes! And it sucks because I know that nothing will ever happen between us.” 

Billy stared at you for a second, trying to decide what his response should be. He could bet on the fact that you're probably so drunk you won’t remember what he’s about to say, or he could tell you and suffer the embarrassment later. 

“It’s late, you should go to sleep. I’ll be back in the morning to check on you.” He said instead, turning off the light and walking out before you could stop him.

—

The sunlight streaming through your uncovered windows was the first thing you registered when you woke up, followed by the sound of your front door opening and closing. You sat up in your bed, groaning and holding your head when the pain hit. After giving it a moment to die down you got up and walked to your living room. 

Billy was standing in your kitchen, taking some containers out of a Waffle House bag. “Morning, sunshine. How you feeling?” 

“Like shit. Please tell me you got me waffles and bacon?” You asked as you hopped on the counter. Without a word, Billy handed you a container full of the food you asked for. “Thank you so much, I fucking love you.” You said as you opened up the container and started eating. 

“I know, you told me so last night.” Billy said casually as he leaned against the counter beside you. You almost choked on your food, turning to look at him in shock. 

There was no way you confessed…right? “What do you mean?” Maybe you had interpreted his words the wrong way. Maybe he was just messing with you as he usually does.

“Last night when I was putting you to bed, you went on some rant about my ‘stupid brown eyes’. It was quite adorable, to be honest.” He turned to face you fully, smiling down at you.

This was not the way you intended for Billy to find out about your feelings. You didn’t want him to know at all, if you were being honest with yourself. “Billy, I am so sorry, I never wanted to—”

“Hey, calm down Y/N. I love you too.” He said as he moved to stand in front of you. You looked up at him, eyes wide at his comment. How can he say something like that so casually? “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because you just said you love me as if you were telling me about what you had for dinner last night.” You exclaimed as you pushed him away. You obviously weren’t strong enough to hurt him, but he still stepped back a bit, face full of confusion. 

“What’s the problem? Shouldn’t you be happy that I love you back?” Billy seemed to be offended by your reaction, but you didn’t really care at the moment.

“Yeah, but I would be a lot happier if you said it a lot less casually. You admitting your love for someone is a really big deal.” You explained as you hopped down from your kitchen counters. You shook your head as Billy stood there, brushing past him and going into your living room. You heard Billy following you but you ignored him, opening up a box and starting to put stuff where it was needed.

“Y/N, look at me.” Billy said as he gently grabbed your arm and turned you towards him. You glared up at him, raising an eyebrow as a way of telling him to continue. “I’m sorry; I didn’t realize that this was something that was such a big deal to you. But I really mean what I said last night. I do love you, and I have for a while now. Basically, since we met, actually. But I’ve never been in an actual relationship before, and as much as I hate to admit this, I was scared. Scared that you wouldn’t return my feelings; scared that I would fuck up somehow and that you would hate me forever.

“And I know that that’s not an excuse for the shitty way I went about confessing my feelings, but I promise to make it up to you in any way I can.” He finished off, searching your eyes for a response. The two of you stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before your lips met. 

Neither of you was sure who had initiated the kiss, but you both knew that you never wanted it to end. His lips were warm and soft, and it seemed like he was kissing you with as much passion and want as he could muster. The two of you pulled each other as close as possible, him gripping your waist and you wrapping your arms around his neck.

When y’all finally pulled away for air, Billy’s lips were red and plump. His lips turned up as he looked at you, brushing a piece of hair out of your face. “Who knew you could kiss like that?”

You rolled your eyes, flicking his nose lightly. “Don’t start with me, Russo.” 

“I intend to start and finish with you, Y/N.” 

You scrunched up your nose and shook your head at his words. “That might have been the corniest shit I have ever heard in my life.”

Billy chuckled, touching your foreheads together. “Well too bad, because now you’re stuck hearing corny shit like that.” You giggled, Billy watching in delight as your eyes lit up. For the rest of our lives were the words he left unspoken, but he didn’t have to say them out loud. You knew, and you planned to stay with him for that time as well.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo x fem!reader #billy russo x female reader #billy russo fluff #billy russo angst #billy russo fic #billy russo fanfic #billy russo fanfiction #billy russo x you #frank castle #kimoralov3

[interlagosed]

sooo maybe a bit inspired by the latest golf vids but... lando praise kink headcanons?

EDIT: i mean i might write more on this but i'm trying to be a good worker girl and carlando golf date derailed me like CRAZY

--

I mean is it a headcanon if it's canon? Instead of anything original, I'm going to grab stuff I've written re: Lando and praise (and this is frankly incomplete - i literally ctrl-f'd the word praise for everything i've written on ao3 LMAO - SPOILERS for revolucion and tsor right at the end!!):

how it would have felt:

'Lando tried to run his hands over Carlos’ strong back, but he found his wrists grabbed and pinned up above him. Lando gasped into the kiss, then whimpered in dismay as Carlos broke contact to look him over. His eyes were hungry.

“You,” he murmured, irresistible accent honey-glazed, “are ridiculous.”

And it felt like praise.'

...

'Carlos buried his face in Lando’s neck as best as he could, whispering encouragement, chanting praise into his skin:

“You sound so beautiful,” and “You make me so, so proud,” and “I want to stay in you forever,” and “Come for me, Lando-”

“Yes, yes- yes- Carlos!”'

the wind-down:

'Lando made a high, muffled noise in response, and Carlos wanted to bend him over and fuck him right there in the bathtub. Knees be damned. But he refrained, and it was the hardest thing he’d done in a long time. Instead he just whispered fervently into Lando’s ear, praising him the way he knew Lando loved so much:

“Fuck, amor, everything you do makes me feel so good - you don’t even know the things I’m thinking about doing to you, mi querido, mi prometido-”

“Touch me,” Lando moaned, grinding his ass against Carlos’ dick, and Carlos obeyed immediately.'

wishful thinking:

'He had. Carlos had urged him along just as he was doing now, whispering praise, telling him how good he looked, how well he was doing, how pretty he looked pressed up against the mirror. Then Lando had come, almost choking on Carlos’ fingers, and that had made him come even harder. (He’d told Carlos that later, of course, when they were in bed. His blush had been bright even in the dark, more gorgeous for being lit up by the moon. Carlos couldn’t help but gather him back into his arms at that, couldn’t help but make love to him all over again, softer this time.)

“Look at you, Lando,” he said now, close to orgasm himself. But he wanted Lando to come first. “So pretty. So beautiful. You’re so good for me, Lando.”

It wasn’t fair. He knew it wasn’t fair. But it was worth it to see Lando’s face change, his eyes widen in response to the praise he craved.

“So gorgeous. Mi amor. You’re going to come for me, no? Then you’re going to clean yourself up, look at me while you do?”

Lando’s eyes widened even more. Then he bit back a moan, nodding fervently. “Yes. Yes. I promise.”'

all in the eyes:

'Incredibly, Lando took every centimeter of his finger to the hilt. Carlos tried to project praise into his eyes, into how he looked at Lando.

So good for me, so perfect, Lando, look at you.'

ALL OF in sickness and in health

after the lights in sakhir

'Deeper again, lingering, out again, breath, deeper, linger- longer, longer- “So perfect for me, Lando.”

Lando wanted to come. Wanted to touch and be touched. But he satisfied himself like this, with Carlos’ praise, praise, praise when Carlos was the one who had done so well, praise like, “You’re so talented, Lando, so fucking good. I get to share my life- dios! Just like that- share my life and career with you? Who could be luckier, no, than me?”

Me. Me. Me.'

¡Revolución!

[not sexual but] 'Carlos was invested. He took time with each of the pieces, offering specific praise, gasping not infrequently. His eyes were locked on each work. He noted Lando’s use of colors when he’d washed his sketches over with watercolor. He mentioned the confidence of Lando’s strokes. He praised the way Lando captured expression. Lando felt so held. Vindicated.'

...

'“Shit, Lando,” Carlos whispered. Lando felt Carlos’ dick twitch in his hand. “Dios, you’re amazing.”

Even through the pitch and heat of his need, Lando still felt the warmth of that praise.'

...

'When Carlos pulled back from Lando’s neck, he murmured, “Look at you. You’re so good for me, Lando.”

In response, Lando moved his head against Carlos’ fingers until he choked, his gasps for air tinged with moans. Carlos’ eyes widened; he looked worried, but Lando kept fucking his mouth on Carlos’ fingers, keeping his eyes on Carlos. He wanted more praise, wanted whatever Carlos would give him.

“I could come watching you do this,” Carlos breathed, and Lando realized he was touching himself. Lando pulled off slow, mouth still closed around Carlos’ fingers, drawing out the show. Carlos physically shivered; Lando felt incredible. '

the shadow of radiance

'“So tight,” Carlos growled into Lando’s ear, and it was fine praise, the finest praise. Carlos rocked into him until Lando was begging again, and then thrust into him until Lando couldn’t say anything, and Carlos just whispered incessantly, his words just as effective as his cock - his incredible cock, thick and hard and cleaving Lando so perfectly.'

...

'“Hermoso. Precioso. So good for me. Perfect for me,” Carlos said, the praise in his voice ambrosial. He was kissing Lando’s jaw so carefully.'

#hibi answers #carlando

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3031

today was quiet.

i woke up at noon, which was a nice change in pace. i actually slept for nine hours.

i eventually got up and showered, and i got dressed downstairs because it was cooler and i didn't want to bring up my laundry before i showered. i got dressed and went out to the living room.

we didn't have game today because john and joel were cleaning upstairs. since thanksgiving is this week, it's gonna need to be clean. as joel was picking up the recycling, i could easily see he was getting really frustrated because of the mess and the fact he couldn't regulate the temperature because it was cold outside and warmer inside, and the door wouldn't stay open. at that moment i promised myself our place would never get that way. so i have plans for his and my apartment.

when he was done, we switched back to burn notice for a while.

not long after that, my friend came and picked me up and we went to margaritas for dinner together. it was really nice. i've missed seeing her at work because (1) i've been sick and (2) broken hand means i can't drive. i'm realizing now that i won't be able to make it to joel's for thanksgiving because of the hand. shit.

anyway, dinner was really good and i was happy to spend time with kristen and i was happy to be away and out of the house for a while, being at joel's.

i miss being not at home for long periods of time. i can't wait until i can type again - i'm gonna get so much done and i'm gonna apply for so many jobs and get so much written i'm so excited about it.

i have class tomorrow and my mom wants me to help her with a bunch of stuff, so that'll happen, but i'm also hoping that i can sit down and organize my thoughts, if only in chickenscratch because i can't fucking write lmao

i miss writing. drawing. doodling. painting. typing. i can't believe i'm saying that i miss clicking a mouse, but here i am. sheesh.

anyway, it's time for sleep. i wish i could spend more time with joel than i am right now. two more weeks and i should be out of the brace. two long-ass weeks. god.

#molly rambles #operation srr #osrr #3000s #3030s #sunshine boy