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sturniolo-writing · 1 month

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M.S. Just a taste

Summary: In which you’re enemies with Matt, but he helps you fall asleep…

Warnings: smut! dnr if you don’t like. one bed trope, oral (fem receiving), subish?!fem reader x domish?!matt, sort of praise?

a/n: tbh i hate this trope LMAO just a random one shot i thought of. i’m not the best at writing so stick with me here..

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I’m over at the triplets house right now. It’s getting late, and I don’t wanna be irresponsible and drive if I’m this tired. So, I just decided to spend the night.

Chris, Nick, and Matt all already went to their respective rooms. I search around the living room for a blanket, which you’d think would be easy. But there’s none in sight. I don’t wanna go upstairs and walk through the mess of Nick’s room to dig for a blanket, or go downstairs to Chris’s room in risk for a spider to be in the blanket…yes I’m paranoid. So, alas, I’m stuck with going to Matt. Yippee.

I gently knock on his door and hear a faint “come in” before i turn the knob and slowly poke my head in.

“what to you want?” he snaps at me, standing next to his bed in flannel pajama pants. He’s shirtless, with a shirt in hand. But I’m not sure if he had just taken off his shirt, or was about to put it on.

“i just need to borrow a blanket.” I say back to him and shrug my shoulders.

He sighs and rolls his eyes. I walk more into his room, a little awkwardly. He grabs a blanket on the bottom shelf of these bookshelves he has near his bed and tosses it to me.

“thanks.” I say, catching the blanket. I turn to leave his room.

“wait.” He says with an annoyed sigh. “you’ll be too cold, even with a blanket. Plus the couch is really uncomfortable to sleep on. Just…sleep in my bed.”

I raise an eyebrow in surprise and suspicion. Why was he inviting me to sleep in his bed?

“uh…you sure? the couch is fine by me-“ I say back to him, pointing my thumb at the door.

“Don’t make this a bigger deal than it is. Just lay down.” He says with a sigh. He tosses his shirt in the laundry hamper and lays down in his bed. Maybe just cause he’s an ass to me, doesn’t mean he’s not still a gentleman…

I shyly walk over to his bed, setting down the blanket on the end of it. I crawl in on the other side of him. I lay on my side facing away from him, my mind racing on what this could be about.

After a few moments pass, I feel the weight shifting on the bed. Almost like…he’s getting closer to me. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion and turn my head slightly to look at the boy.

His eyes are closed, but I can tell he’s not asleep. I move to lay on my back, one hand on my stomach and one on my forehead as I look up at the ceiling.

“what’s wrong, baby? can’t sleep?” He asks in a teasing manner. baby??? I look at him with a confused expression.

“excuse me?” I say back to him.

“I can make you a little tired, help you sleep..” He says back, opening his eyes and smirking at me.

Part of me wanted to deny that I kind of wanted it. That I was curious. That suddenly, I felt a small little ache from between my thighs.

No. No, I can’t think like this. He’s my enemy. I can’t do this.

“C’mon, it’d be fun…I’d get you exhausted real quick, too…” He whispers before leaning over and leaving a few kisses on my neck.

I hum softly in response. I’m so close to just giving in.

“No. You’re disgusting, Matt.” I say back. Why was I pushing him away when all I wanted was for him to do whatever it was he wanted. I turn my back to him again, laying on my side.

I feel his hand slither onto my waist as he keeps kissing my neck.

“Just a taste.”

He whispers into the soft skin on my sensitive neck. I swallow nervously before letting out a sigh of pleasure at feeling his soft lips press and lightly suck on my neck.

With his hand on my waist, he pushes me again to be laying on my back once more. I don’t even try to fight against it, instead I just comply.

He slowly moves to be hovering over me, moving his lips to my collarbone. I feel his hands trail up my sides under my shirt as he starts to peel the tight fabric of my long sleeve shirt off of my body.

I lift my body up to help him with the small act of lifting my shirt off. Once it’s over my head he just takes in the sight of my body. My white bra and my belly ring are now exposed, tempting even just to stare at forever.

He reaches his hands underneath my body and with ease undoes the clasp of my bra before sliding it off of my arms and hear the quiet noise of the fabric hitting the ground.

My nipples are hard from him and the cold air surrounding us. My heart is pounding against my chest. I’m still so confused on the situation, but I also can’t complain. I can’t lie that I’ve always found Matt hot. And not gonna lie, when he was angry at me, it was even hotter. So if anything, I should be thanking the lord that my dream was coming true.

He kisses my collarbone to my right tit before leaving a lick on my nipple. He takes the left one into his hand, gently massaging it as he swirls his tongue around my right nipple.

My breathing increases and I let out a soft sound, my eyes closing as I just try to focus on what’s happening.

He then starts to kiss his way down to my waistband of my sweats. His fingers curl into them, grabbing them at my hipbones before sliding them off with my panties.

“Look at you. being such a good girl, letting me do what I want…” he whispers to me as the sweatpants agonizingly slowly get pulled to my ankles before joining my shirt and bra on the floor.

The wetness in my cunt meets the cold air of the room. I need to squeeze my thighs together to get a little friction but with where he is I can’t.

I keep my eyes closed, my chest rising and falling with my irregular breathing; thanks to him.

I let out a moan when I feel his warm tongue glide along my wet folds.

“shhh…don’t wanna be caught, now do we?” He whispers again. I shake my head, opening my eyes and looking down at him.

He smiles before repeating his previous action, lapping up my wetness.

“mmm….you do taste good…” He whispers against my clit before his tongue starts tight circles around it.

I softly whimper when he does, keeping in mind that we don’t want to be caught. My hand moves down and pushes his hair out of his pretty blue eyes so I can’t look into them. His eyes twinkle and he winks at me as he keeps his movements.

It’s not long before he starts sucking on my clit and humming against it, causing my to use my other hand to cover my mouth and muffle my moans.

One of his hands reaches up, my leg then over his shoulder, and grabs my tit. His other hand holds my waist firmly.

He licks intensely against my clit before his tongue moves down to my entrance and starts to fuck it with his tongue.

I moan into my hand, my back arches slightly. It hasn’t even been that long and I already feel my orgasm approaching.

His hand on my tit holds tighter, his thumb playing with my stiff nipple. My hand tightens in his hair and pulls him closer to my pussy.

He moves back to my clit and whispers against it again: “come all over my face, ok, gorgeous?”

God those words on their own could make me come. He flicks his tongue rapidly against my clit which earns a bigger muffled moan from me, biting my hand and squeezing my eyes shut.

Just like that, I couldn’t take it any longer and did as he said, releasing all over his lips and chin. He smiles up at me and loosens his hands.

With pleasure he licks me clean, making my sensitive pussy even more sensitive and my body twitch lightly. I remove my hands from my mouth and his hair.

“tired now?” he asks me with a devilish smirk as he looks up at me with my mess on his face.

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bonfireheart · 2 years

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title: Not Enough Time, Too Many People

blurb: the one in which Scarlett doesn’t mean to ignore you, but all you want is your mother. (Teen!Fem!Reader)

warnings: swearing, yelling, fighting, sexism, high school violence/bullying

“Rose! Get off!”

I struggled against my little sister as she wrestled herself on top me, hitting me across my face and chest in the process.

“Play with me!”

Her voice wavered, sadness intwined into her tone as she stared at me with the best puppy dog eyes she could muster in attempt to convince me to indulge in her game.

“No Rose, I’ve got work to do. Go play alone in your room!”

We tussled some more before I accidentally shoved her a little too hard and she fell to the floor with a large thud. And as quickly as she had been to run into my room and start bugging me, the waterworks turned on, filling not just my room, but the whole house. Her wails were loud and deafening.

I looked up to see my mother running into the room, with Colin in tow, concern written over their faces as they made their way towards the source of the noise.

“Oh my munchkin, what’s happened here? Shh it’s okay.” She spoke as she bundled Rose into her arms, and sat herself on my carpet at the child’s level.

With a shaky finger and jutted lip, I was pointed at like a deer caught in headlights. The two adults stared at me with disappointment etched on their aura and face.

“Wait hold on! I know how this looks but really-“

“Don’t. You should know better, Y/N. She’s just a kid.”

‘I’m a kid too…’ filled my brain but that might cause more harm than good if I say it out loud. I just awkwardly huffed and mumbled a “sorry” under my breath, watching as the three of them walked back out of the room. I heard faintly some promises of “Cuddles”, “Sisters a meanie” and “Ice Cream”.

Should I have pushed my sister that hard? No. But it’s not like I meant to. It feels like the worlds been piling on top of me lately, school, assignments, the family name and trying to start my professional career in soccer. I used to have it so under control, but now it seems like everyone wants everything from me and I’ve not got time to even remember myself. I feel useless because I can’t do what’s asked of me, mom manages to keep up, so why can’t I? Rose coming in here and messing around with my work, and hitting herself against me threw me over the edge. It’s been a long time coming, my stress was just waiting for someone to tip the ship.

Normally, I’d go to my mom for when I needed a break from life, or advice but it seems that every time I try she’s just too busy, tired or annoyed. Furthermore, it’s not like I want her to worry about me. She’s got enough to deal with. Alas, I’ve tried, and will continue to try. I just don’t know what it will take for her to finally remember I’m her child and not a colleague or friend.

•/\•

“Hey mama, can you just look at this tactic I’ve been working on real quick? I could use another opinion on it.”

“Oh uh, I’m sorry, I’ve got to run over to Chris’ house, he needs help with a script. Definitely show it to me later though!”

Front door slammed shut.

“Don’t bother…” I spoke out to the now empty house.

•/\•

“Mom, do you think we could watch a movie together? We haven’t spent time together in ages.”

“Y/N my love, I’d really love to, but mom is really tired right now and I’m in desperate need of sleep. Do you think you could help Rose with her homework? Thanks.”

“…no proble-“

Her bedroom door shuts in my face.

•/\•

“Ma, could you drop me at my friends house? I’ve got a project I need to work on for school.”

“For heavens sake Y/N, can you not see I’m absolutely swimming in work right now? I’ve been in and out calls all day and you think I’ve got all the time in the world? Go bother Colin, or better yet, walk.”

I ended up catching the bus that day, which was met by its own swarm of problems. And by problems, I mean paparazzi absolutely surrounding the bus at each stop, waving cameras into the windows, desperately searching to get pictures of me.

•/\•

“Johansson! You’re late. Five laps!”

“Yes coach! Sorry coach!”

I internally cursed myself as I began to pace around the field. Why can’t I just do anything right recently? Everything just isn’t going my way at all, and I don’t know what I did in my past life to deserve what has happened to me over the past few weeks.

By the time I had hit my fourth lap, I cringed as I saw the boys’ team slowly making their way to practice. This never ended well, ever. I saw them snickering as they watched me run.

“Hey Y/N, coach got you running because you’re so useless at soccer?”, “How’s the whole famous mom thing working out for you now?”, “God you are shit at soccer, but look at those tits bounce!”.

“Shut the fuck up Theo!” I slammed to a stop.

“Yeah, no.”

“Well, ‘those tits’ are not attracted to you, or your tiny dick. Or tiny brain, for that matter.”

“Fucking bitch! Think you’re so tough? I’ll fucking show you tough.”

I readied myself as he came charging toward me, knocking me to the ground. We fought on the floor for a bit, he threw punches at me, I threw some at him. The pair of us rolled around for what felt like forever before both our coaches had untangled us from each other.

“The principals office, now! I’ve had it up to here with you two constantly!”

•/\•

“A fight, seriously Y/N? I did not raise you to be violent.”

I side glanced my mom from my highly uncomfortable place in the passenger seat.

“I had to leave the office to come get you. I was in a meeting about new products and was interrupted by a phone call from your damn school. Do you know how embarrassing it was to try and keep a straight face in front of my own staff?”

I slightly shuffled nearer the door, and laid my head back against the cool, black leather.

“You know, a sorry wouldn’t be out of order right now!”

I watched as her grip on the steering wheel got tighter.

“Aren’t you going to ask me?”

“What would I possibly ask you right now?”

“Why I fought him…”

I grumbled lowly and I’m more surprised she wasn’t getting more annoyed at my attitude. This is the first time in ages we’ve actually had a proper conversation, granted it seems pretty one sided right now, but still. The car pulled into the houses driveway, her eyes bore into the side of my head. I refused to look at her. I knew if I did, I would just start crying.

“You are a Johansson. I know you didn’t ask to be born one, but it’s too late for that. You have a name to keep, and you are damn lucky for it too.”

I scoffed and turned my head even further away from her. Of course that was her go to, ‘you have a famous name, so don’t jeopardise my job’. I bit my lip and roughly shoved my seatbelt off of me. My bag was already sat on my lap, and so I hastily got out of the car and paced towards the front door.

I could quickly feel her coming from behind me, but I didn’t bother to hold the door open for her, instead letting it slam shut just before she had reached it. I marched into the kitchen where Colin and Rose were situated, him making lunch whilst Rose sat and watched.

“How dare you! You do not walk away from me young lady, especially not in this situation. And go to your room! I’ll talk to you when you decide to act like your age.”

Groaning, I shoved my way past her, brushing against her shoulder lightly.

“I hate your job, I hate myself and I hate being a fucking Johansson!”

I saw as her face registered what I said, and it dropped significantly. I was too emotional to care, and instead stomped my way upstairs to my room, banging the door shut and throwing headphones on, blasting music to take my mind off of life.

•/\•

Three hours had passed, I was kicking a football against the wall, watching it bounce back to me and then kicking it again.

I’d turned off my music a while ago, hearing a completely silent house, and thus I’d presumed the three of them had gone out without me. Suits me.

Creak.

My bedroom door opened softly and slowly, I watched as my mom slowly emerged from behind it. Her tearful face alarmed me, and made me feel even more guilty and deflated than before. She had a tray with two cups of steaming liquid and a bowl of cut up fruits with two forks.

“No balls in the house in the house, you remember what happened last time sunshine.”

And though I was anxious at her being here and possibly annoyed, I couldn’t help but let a small smile fall onto my features. It’s like my heart was completely betraying my brain. I don’t know if it was the memory of me accidentally putting a ball-shaped dent in the kitchen wall, or the fact that she used a nickname I once knew all too well that I haven’t heard in ages. It’s been months since she’s mentioned it, but it still falls so naturally from her lips. It brings me comfort, a feeling a warmth that nobody else could ever give me.

I let the ball come to a stop as she pushed her way further into the room, placing the tray down on my side table and sitting cross legged on my bed. She stared at where I was stood, a glint in her eyes showcasing her silent plea for me to come sit down in front of her.

I accepted the invitation and took place in front of her, letting my legs hang loosely over the side of the mattress. A silence lulled over like a wave in the sea once again, and I could tell she was struggling to get words out, perhaps not even knowing how or where to start.

“You know I am so proud of you, right?”

Good choice. My heart welled at her praise, it’s the only thing I ever want. The whole world could hate me, but as long as mom is on my side, I could take on everything. A sheet of tears blurred over my eyes instantly, and I inhaled a sharp breath. I didn’t think I would break this easily, but here we are, the first sentence of this conversation and I’m already about to cry.

“We are going to talk after, but first you are just going to listen to me and what I have to say.”

I nodded, waiting for her to continue.

“I’m so proud of you, ok? My Angel, you were my gift from the heavens above. I don’t say it a lot, and I’m sorry. I started acting when I was very young, my world turned upside down and nothing felt right anymore. Until I had you. It felt like my heart was whole for the first time in years. I know I haven’t been showing that to you lately, and that’s my fault. I haven’t given you the attention you deserve recently, and I wish I had a reason good enough to explain why. But I don’t, nothing will ever justify my actions. You are my child, and you always will be, not matter how old you get. Sometimes I get worried that as you get older, you won’t want to be around me as much anymore, and I guess my way of dealing with that was just helping speed up the process. I want you to know that I will never make you feel this way again. You are so beautiful and talented, and anyone who makes you feel otherwise is blind. I love you more than life itself, sunshine.”

A stray tear fell down her cheek, clearly demeaning her attempts of keeping her emotions at bay, and she learnt forward to carefully pull me into her arms. I hadn’t even tried to stop myself from crying, all the emotions of the past few weeks was coming to head, and I manoeuvred myself right up against her. I don’t care how old I am now, I forgot how nice it was to just sit in her arms. They are the most comforting blanket ever made. Even though I’ve grown, I’m taller than my mom now and I’ve built myself up playing sport, I knew I looked so feeble cuddling into her. This is all I’ve been craving for.

We simply sat like that for a while. The only noise were the occasional sniffles from either of us, just desperately holding on to each other as if one was going to leave.

“You wanna tell me how you ended up in a fight?”

“…”

“Ok, I don’t want to ruin this moment, but I will go back to strict mom if you don’t.”

I grumbles under my breath as the image of Theo filled my mind, taking me back to the past events of today.

“Just Theo…”

I laughed as I saw the look of distaste appear on mom’s face at the mention of his name. She knew everything about him. If she could pick me up from practice, or if she’d managed to sneak away from work to watch one of my games, she’d always take me out for a milkshake and fries. It was our thing. I’d sit and tell her about my day which would inevitably involve the teenage douchebag.

“I know you tell me to just ignore him but I just couldn’t this time. He was saying stuff about you and then about my body…I had to retaliate.”

She didn’t say anything at first, instead she just studied my face. I shot her a confused look and she reached forward to cup my chin in her hand, pushing it upwards and to the side.

“You’ve got bruises forming on your nose and eye…”

“If you think I look bad, you should of seen him.”

Mom struggled to hide her smile at me, as she jokingly slapped my arm. Without another word, she pulled my face back into her and she cradled my head whilst stroking my hair.

“If you ever feel like you are starting to not like yourself, I want you to come to me, ok? Straight away, without fail. I promise I’ll listen from here on out.”

I nodded into her from where I was situated. Her floral scent filled my nose and it just felt like home.

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chrisevansdaughter · 2 years

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Can you write one where Big brother! chris putting the baby sister! reader to sleep late at night! please

“Her bubba, his lovebug.”

I could imagine it going something like this…

Paring: Chris x little! Sister reader

Warnings: tantrums, over tired, fluff :)

Summary: y/n usually has a really routined bedtime however one movie night with the family, Chris throws that out of the window slightly.

Usually y/n’s bedtime routine was the same every night because that was what worked and calmed her enough to eventually lull her to sleep. Sleepy time bubble bath, pyjamas, cuddles, a bottle and a story did magic to y/n even when she was adamant that she didn’t need bedtime because she would just say “no, i big girl i no need bedtime.” Everybody knew overtired y/n was a y/n you wanted to avoid bit unfortunately Chris made that mistake tonight and this is how it went.

It was the weekend of Scott’s birthday so all the family was over celebrating, movies were being watched and it was no surprise Disney movies were on the tv mesmerising your little eyes like they always did. You were sat next to Chris as always, slowly he started to feel your weight shift towards him more glancing down at you he could see you fighting sleep wanting to stay up for as long as you could to see Wall-e fall in love with Eva and have a happy ending but alas your brain didn’t want that.

It wanted sleep. But like Chris knows you’d just say what you always say “no, i big girl i no need bedtime.” It always did make everyone laugh that you’d say it sleepily and ironically knock out minutes later.

“Lovebug I think it’s time for bubba to help you get ready for bed hmm.” Chris whispered slightly chuckling at the gone out look you gave him.

“I fine no need - you were cut off by a massive yawn. Bedtime bubba I wanna stay with ‘ou.” Y/n just yawned again still leaning heavily on Chris’ side.

“Hey how about this we go run a bubble bath with your duckies and we can finish watching Wall-e in bubbas room with a bottle, yeah?” He questioned trying to find a way at least to get her somewhat ready for bed still in her routine.

What Chris didn’t expect was her to just start crying over that suggestion, and she just nuzzled closer into Chris for comfort because they were no entering the ‘overtired’ stage of her body clock.

“Shhh shh shh, okay lovey breath let’s go have cuddles and run a bubble bath okay.” Chris proactively mumbles into her ear.

“‘Omise duckies?” Y/n questioned tiredly, even in the midst of her mixed emotions.

“Of course lovebug I promise duckies.” He smiled softly peppering kisses on to her forehead, wiping her tears away with the pads of his thumbs.

Once bath time was over, it was safe to say that even though y/n was meant to be relaxing she enjoyed splashing Chris a little too much whilst he was washing her hair.

So they both ended up in new pyjamas, Chris made sure to get y/n’s bottle ready too for when they watched the rest of wall-e instead of him reading a book tonight which happened sometimes if anything it lulled her to sleep quicker.

Padding back up to his room with y/n in one arm attached to his hip with her Elle the elephant in her arm and her bottle in the other, they were going to have a sleepover tonight since Chris wanted to watch the rest of wall-e too because why not.

“Right lovebug bottle time then we can have snuggles and we can finish wall-e okay.” He said whilst gently throwing her on to his bed.

“Mmm-hmm sound ‘ood bubba”. Y/n replied evident that sleep was soon to come rubbing her eyes with Elle’s arm.

After the bottle was finished and snuggles were had, Wall-e playing on the tv that was coming to an end.

Y/n took up residence in chris’ chest every once in a while he’d glance down at his chest to see y/n really fighting sleep now and thankfully he looked this time.

Low and behold, small snores emerge from her slightly parted lips that were slightly smooshed by the way she was laying on her big brother or should we say personal pillow.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he smiled softly at the sight before him not wanting to move since she was finally asleep and showed absolutely no sign of waking up, he slightly picked her up off his chest and just moved her little body so her head was still on his chest, how she always fell asleep seemingly taking comfort in his heart beat.

Chris finally just turned everything off when Wall-e came to an end with the end credits finally rolling, following soon after y/n falling asleep realising how tired he was too. He was relaxed that’s why. He always was with his lovebug.

Her bubba, his lovebug.

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maskedtruths666 · 2 years

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Short story! Part 1 of 2.

This is a non fictional story.

This is a story about your gf and her female best friend going rock climbing with their group of male friends. Being competitive, the two girls decide to challenge their male friends to a climbing challenge. Loser has to do a forfeit 😈

Chloe is an avid rock climber for the past 2 years. She’s made it a point to go rock climbing twice or thrice a month. Recently, she made a new group of friends who are interested in rock climbing. Chloe’s boyfriend on the other hand, is a lazy bugger who never showed any interest in her love for sporting activities.

Adrian, Tommy, David and Chris were all new to rock climbing but they’re sporty individuals too. Being competitive by nature, Chloe issued a challenge to the guys.

“Guys, let’s challenge. We’ll see who can reach the top of the structure first. Loser has to do a forfeit.” Chloe said, confident of her own skills, even though, physically the guys are stronger.

“Ha ha ha. We’ll definitely beat you girls. We don’t lose. So what’s the forfeit?” Adrian asked, smirking at Chloe.

“I’ll never lose to the likes of you, so anything can be the forfeit.” Chloe said confidently.

“Like anything? Are you sure?” Adrian asked.

“Yeap. I’ve seen you staring at my ass. If I lose, I’ll let you take a couple of pictures of me in my tights?” Chloe said, winking at him.

“Woah Woah, are you sure?” Adrian asked, getting turned on.

“Yeah, it’s just a couple of pictures. It’s not like you can touch me, I have a boyfriend. Besides, I’m making a ridiculous bet because I know I’ll win. So it doesn’t matter.” Chloe said as she started her warm ups.

“The bet is on then.” Adrian said and grinned devilishly.

Once they were done warming up, Chloe and Adrian shook hands and begun the challenge.

Alas, in a shocking turn of events, Adrian beat Chloe.

Sulking at her surprise defeat, Chloe said, “A bet is a bet. Come on, I’ll let you guys take some pictures of me in tights. BUT for the love of god, please don’t share them with anyone.”

The guys grinned from ear to ear and followed her into the locker room.

In the locker room, Chloe posed sexily for the guys.

She suddenly asked, “Do you guys like fap to my photos from IG? My bf says a couple of his friends do.”

The guys were taken aback by her question and denied it but Adrian on the other hand said, “Yeah. You’ve got a fantastic body and sometimes after bouldering, I’ll jerk off to your pictures in the toilet.”

“I’m flattered.” Chloe said, laughing at how shy the other guys are and how Adrian is so honest and open about it.

“Are y’all done? I feel like you’ve taken many pictures of me already.” Chloe said.

“Just a few more. This is good fap material.” Adrian said and Chloe obliged.

“Shall we go to our usual place for dinner?” Adrian asked.

“Yeah sure. But not too late, I gotta video call my bf tonight.” Chloe replied.

“He’s a lucky guy. I hope he treats you well.” Adrian said, fishing for information about Chloe’s bf.

“Yeah he’s a nice guy, but very lazy.” Chloe replied as the guys wrapped up the pictures of Chloe’s perfect bubble butts.

“Alright, I’m gonna go get changed. We’ll meet outside in 15? Or do you guys need a longer time to fap to my pictures?” Chloe said as she laughed.

“Why don’t you sit here whilst we jerk off to you?“ Adrian suddenly proposed.

“Wtf. I don’t exactly want to see your dicks. And no. I don’t want that.” Chloe said, shocked that the Adrian would ask such a question.

“But, all of us have long dicks. And we do jerk off together to your pictures in this very locker room after our bouldering sessions. We put our iPad in the center and jerk off to your ass pictures all the time and we all cum on the iPad.” Adrian said, being entirely honest.

“Okay, this is weird. Y’all can just jerk off to my pictures whilst I’ll wait outside for you guys.” Chloe said as she turned around and headed for the exit.

Adrian quickly held her hand to stop her. “At least see our dicks. I’m not asking you to touch it or anything. Just sit there, look pretty for us. Please?” Adrian asked.

“You promise it’s just jerking off? And like I don’t want any cum on me. I don’t want my bf to get the wrong idea.” Chloe said, giving in.

“Yes, just jerking off. I bet we’ll all cum fast because you’re actually here.” Adrian said, pulling her in and placing her on the seat.

The boys marveled at Adrian for pulling it off. Chloe kept acting shy and the boys seemed to like it. The whipped out the dicks and started jerking off to an actual Chloe. Each guy had his own warped up fantasy of how he would be banging Chloe right now.

Chloe on and off, peeked and was actually surprised by how hard and big the guys were. She was certainly impressed by Adrian’s dick. Being surrounded by 4 guys jerking off to her was quite flattering.

“Like what you see? You are more than welcome to touch any of our dicks.” Adrian said, smirking at her.

“Well, it is impressive but no, I have a bf. He wouldn’t want me to touch another guy’s dick.” Chloe replied, slightly drooling at Adrian’s dick.

“We won’t say if you don’t say it.” Adrian smirked as he went closer to Chloe, tempting her further.

Surprising everybody, even herself, Chloe actually touched the tip of Adrian’s dick.

“Wow, it’s so hard. And hot.” Chloe remarked.

“Of course, it’s hard for you.” Adrian said, satisfied with Chloe touching his dick.

“Are y’all almost done?” Chloe asked.

“Almost there. If you could bend over, I’m sure the boys will reach climax faster.” Adrian said.

Wanting it to be over and done with, Chloe followed his instructions. She bent over on the bench. The boys kept furiously jerking off to her and most of them reached their climax and just unleashed a hot load all over the floor.

Adrian was the last to cum and he asked, “Chlo, do you want to help me finish? Jerk me off. Let me unleash my cum onto you.”

“No. Come on dude. I have a boyfriend. I’m not going to do that.” Chloe replied indignantly but her facial expression gave her away.

“You’re saying one thing, but your body is betraying you. You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” Adrian said, smirking at her.

“Oh fuck it.” Chloe said and instantly grabbed his dick and started jerking him off harder and faster. Whilst she was jerking him off, all she could do was to imagine it being her bf’s dick. One of the guys, Tommy, sneaked a quick video of Chloe jerking Adrian off, fully intending to blackmail her in the future.

As Adrian reached his climax, he regained control of his dick, quickly turned Chloe around and with her ass in full view, he unleashed a hot load of cum all over her ass, to Chloe’s annoyance.

“You’re buying me a new pair of tights.” Chloe said.

“Gladly, if that means the boys and I can cum on your ass after every session, we will continually buy you tights.” Adrian said, satisfied at their jerk off session with Chloe.

As they wrapped up, the boys heinously planned their next move with Chloe. They all hatched a plan to gangbang her in the locker room next week. They were intending to run a train on her and they all promised each other to not jerk off for the whole week in order to get maximum satisfaction.

The end! I wanted to write the entire story as one. But I figured it was too long to be called a short story.

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emmy-renee · 1 year

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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"I don't know if I could do this." the young girl said in a shaky breath as she peeked out the violet curtains. The people that surrounded her in the darkened area watching her shake in a panic and disquieted state.

"Sweetheart, you performed in front of about one thousand people for eight nights. One hundred shouldn't be that bad, love." Marie hummed as she ran a hand through her daughter's (H/L) (H/C) hair. "Yes, but most of them were in the back so I could only see about four visible rows!" she squeaked clutching the curtains tighter as she turned ghostly pale shade. "Hey, it's going to be alright. You got this!" a boy seemingly older than the girl by a couple of years encouraged, giving her a thumbs up. (Y/N) just gave him a small smile in return, focusing back to beyond the curtains.

Two women had on set been seated at a glass table with their white coffee mugs in hand, waving their perfectly manicured hands in the air as they laughed like hyenas. One was wearing a white CHANEL sheath dress with gold necklaces layering on her neck. The other was wearing a deep blue button-up shirt and red pencil skirt, also wearing layering necklaces. The women seemed to be in their late thirties, both fitting into the bright white and sky blue background; a bit too bright for (Y/N)'s taste.

"And to think these two bimbos are going to be the ones interviewing me." she scoffed as she shook her head. "Oh (N/N), there's nothing wrong with going big, this is New York's biggest talk show ever, after all." an old woman said in a soft and elegant tone as she folded her hands together; Unknowingly realizing she that those words just raised her granddaughter's social anxiety higher than it needed to be. "Ma stop it, your going to break the poor girl." Mr. (L/N) said to his mother as she just dismissively waved her cold wrinkly hand.

(Y/N) was just trying to control her breathing before it worsened while her father fought with her grandmother. She winced as she saw the crowd laughing about something the hostesses just said, the voices in her head getting louder and louder as she just tried to shoo the 'what ifs' all away.

What if they ask me something personal?

What if they make fun of me in front of my face and laugh along with the audience?

What if I just freeze?

What if-

"Hey," Christopher said putting a hand on his little sister's shoulder. "You're going to do great," he said in a comforting tone. "Calm down, your getting worked up over something you don't know is going to happen."he finished as Mrs. (L/N) just chuckled and squeezed her daughter's shoulder. "He has a point you know." she crooned. The young Miss (L/N) just gave her family a gentle-slightly forced- smile. "Thanks, Chris. Thank you guys for being here and not making me do this myself." The three adults gave her a small smile and the teenage boy gave her a toothy grin. "We're proud of you sweetheart, really," Stella said as her thin lips curved into a smile. Loosening her grip on the curtains alas, she turned her whole body to face her family. "Thank you guys, really. If it weren't for you I'd be having a giant breakdown." (Y/N) lightly laughed. "We're always here for you, remember that." The boy said pulling his sister into a hug.

"Excuse me," a worker wearing a black shirt and pants with a clipboard and earpiece said walking up to the (L/N) family. "You on in one," he said pointing the clipboard at the youngest member of the family writing down on his clipboard as he got a call on his earpiece. "Good luck." Chris whispered in his sister's ears, to which she returned "Thanks."Pulling away from the hug, she took one last look at her family. Her mother's eyes became soft and glossy as her father had an arm wrapped around her waist with a giant smile, and her grandmother gave a joyful expression as she walked over. "Your grandfather would be so proud of you, you know that?" she spoke, tucking a lock of (H/C) hair behind her granddaughter's ear as she cupped the young girl's face. Soon, the set light dimmed a bit, and the audience got quiet. The brunette woman got up and brushed her pencil skirt, then finally cleared her throat and turned to the murmuring crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen," a smooth voice said coming from the set. "Now, I believe I speak for all of us when I say that the Broadway show last week was definitely a sight to see."The woman with the button-up said as the audience squealed in excitement, before waving a hand signaling them to quiet down. "However, there was one performer who stole the hearts of us all, with perfect exaggeration, grace, and voice." she exclaimed a the crowd was slowly beginning to go wild once again. "Ladies and gentleman, please welcome (Y/N) (M/N) (L/N)!"

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𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐲-𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐞.𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫.𝐜𝐨𝐦

#black butler x reader #kuroshitsuji x reader #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian x reader #black butler sebastian #black butler sebastian michaelis x reader #black butler sebastian michaelis #black butler oneshot #black butler imagines #black butler imagine #x reader

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queenofbaws · 9 months

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it's wip wednesday and you know what that means! *distant shrieking*

hey howdy hey folks - i'm hoping, hoping, hoooping to get something posted in the next few days to keep up this tentative every-two-weeks posting sched i've been sorta-kinda adhering to lately, but alas, whether or not that happens remains to be seen.

either way, here's a snippet from an upcoming (but not the next ;P) chapter of like wringing blood to whet your appetite for... *checks smudged writing on hand* whatever this is.

Much as he didn’t want to, Chris joined Diane at the door, folding his arms such that he could tuck his bandaged hand out of view. “Jack, what are—” he began, but of course he wasn’t allowed to finish. Why would he be, right? “Heard tell through the grapevine that you fine folks are having something of an issue with yonder lake. Bobby and I were in the neighborhood…thought we’d go ahead and handle that mess for you while the kiddies were all sleeping.” His stomach didn’t sink—it did a goddamn cannonball down to the floor. This just kept getting worse and worse. “Bobby?” It was the only thing he could manage to eke out as he scrambled to get a hold of the situation. Why hadn’t these assholes called ahead?! Given him some warning?! Given him a minute to make something up to cover all their asses?! “Oh, you know him? Great. Was worried I’d have to do an introduction. Not my strong suit.” “Would you—I meant, if Bobby’s here too, where?” Almost like the two of them had planned it on their way over (something Chris didn’t put past them), a knock sounded from off to the left. When they all turned, there was Bobby outside the window, waving cheerily. With a dark-colored neck gaiter hiding the bottom half of his face and a heavy length of rope hanging over his shoulders, he only mostly looked like a serial killer. Diane waved back regardless. Tentatively, he noted, slowly too, but she did wave.

as always, hope you're all doing well out there! <3 and if YOU have a wip you want an excuse to share, pleasepleaseplease feel free to post that beautiful baby and tag me ;)c

#queenie rambles about supermassive #queenie writes supermassive #the hacketts

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paulsebert · 7 months

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With that said I do believe there have been instances in which I and my friends have engaged in some rather ugly fandom. My online persona first arose in the late 90s/early 00's during the heyday of Television Without Pity, an now mostly extinct fanfiction sub-genre called MSTings, and the writings of the late Chris Hyatte For those who don't remember him I consider Hyatt one of the internet’s great cautionary tales. During the waning days of the wrestling boom fans call “The Monday Night War” Hyatte was a genuine rock star of what we called The Internet Wrestling Community. (Now we just call them wrestling fans.) His fly by the seat of his pants style was truly hilarious and paved the way for a generation of wrestling writers. Alas Hyatt proved to be his own worst enemy as the guy had no off switch. His tendency at lashing out at wrestling personalities (most notably former WCW and current AEW commentator Tony Shiavone) and other fans like fellow Scott Keith resulted in him flaming out quickly. He was granted chance after chance burning bridges every time. At the time of his death in 2020 he had about 440 followers on Twitter which is two less than I have now. I was one of the last people to follow him in any capacity.

In that environment started writing comic reviews for Comics Nexus and Spider-Fan. I attained a great bit of a following for my reviews of Daniel Way's Venom, a book that I still consider one of the all-time hilariously bad comics of the era. Years later I met Daniel Way at a comic convention after he had largely redeemed his reputation with a successful run on Deadpool. As a young writer Way was in a position by Marvel management where almost ANY writer was doomed to fail. Basically Marvel signed him to write a new Venom comic only to be informed he couldn't use Eddie Brock. Way set out to write a horror comic inspired by The Thing only to be informed that it was going to be part of a PG-rated comics line aimed at Manga readers. When the series became the highest selling book in the fledgling Tsunami line by sheer virtue of being the first solo Venom comic released in several years Marvel asked him to shoehorn Wolverine (and subsequent guest stars) into the story at which point Way was like “sure why not.”

Flash forward a decade later. Once again “angry reviewers” are in vogue as The Nostalgia Critic is at peak popularity as is Red Letter Media's Mr. Plinkett character. Even CinemaSins hadn't devolved into the complete clickbait that it is today. Marvel comics debuts a book called Avengers Arena which teenage heroes from several previous books: Avengers Academy, Sentinel, and Runaways were first to duel to the death by Arcade who very abruptly went from Marvel's most fun villains to least fun villains. It was a shameless Hunger Games cash-in that was one of the most thoroughly unpleasant comics I've ever read. I started blogging on Tumblr as a way of venting and it brought me a bit of catharsis.

However with a decade of hindsight I realize that I was probably too hard on writer Dennis Hopeless. Remember Hopeless’ original pitch for the book was a new version of Excalibur consisting of teenagers mentored by Captain Britain. It simply wasn't the book he had wanted to write but the book Marvel editorial wanted. He was in a lose/lose situation. It was only a run on Spider-Woman that was generally well regarded and a WWE tie-in Comic that was much better than the actual WWE television product that I really appreciated how talented he was. Like Way before him he was just a guy doing a job in a lose-lose situation.

I stopped doing my “Worst Comics of the 2010s'' series around the time that Marvel's Secret Empire event came out. The story was largely the victim of terrible and I mean TERRIBLE timing. The people involved didn’t predict the rise of Donald Trump and just how quickly everything would go to shit. In 2015 “dude what if Captain America was like the absolute worst” villain must have seemed like a can't miss idea. In 2016 it was a heart-breaking reminder of the country's wounded psyche and in its promotion of the event Marvel basically left writer Nick Spencer to be hung out to dry. While I find Spencer's body of work to be staggeringly uneven, he was ultimately just another work for hire talent in over his head. With the benefit of hindsight I would have handled things a lot differently.

With years of hindsight I probably would have voiced my views differently. It's tempting to blame the current abysmal state of comics discussion on the endless cycle of corporate reboots and gimmicks or reprehensible movements like “Comics Gate” but the roots are much deeper. In fact in some ways it might have been worse. Over on his blog Mark Evanier talked about how Mark Robbins became one of the most controversial Batman artists of his day simply because he didn't draw like Neal Adams. As hard as it might be to believe there was a generation of comics fans who called Jack Kirby “Jack the Hack” because they didn't like his later works like Machine Man and The Eternals. Then you have the whole sad backlash to Ron Marz and the H.E.A.T fan movement.

It is too tempting to write creators off without looking at their whole body of work. Steve Englehart is simultaneously one of the most important comic creators of his era AND the writer of the hilariously clueless New Guardians. I dislike many of the comics Brian Michael Bendis has written but I respect the importance of Ultimate Spider-Man and still look back fondly on his Daredevil run. Howard Mackie who became fandom's shorthand for “Hack” because of his Spider-Man runs recently made a comeback of sorts for Marvel on a Danny Ketch: Ghost Rider-Mini series and having read the first two issues it's a lot of fun! I'm rooting for him.

I want people to know that I am monitoring the situation closely. I understand the concern but I also do not want to cut anyone off unless I absolutely have to. I am content to focus on my own conduct before pointing at others. For now I simply ask fans to treat comic creators like human beings and wish to lead by example. I'm not against a little well placed anger or even a tiny bit mean-spirited humor but I'm just going to be more careful in how I wield it. I haven't written much about comics as of late due to my work/life schedule BUT when I get around to it I'm going to try to be a lot more respectful in my own writing. I simply ask others to do the same.

#comics fandom #fandom #nerdom #state of the blog #my own stuff

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the-90s-music-colosseum · 5 months

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I honestly, genuinely admire and respect the restraint of the Eddie/Chris girlies and believe it is the correct move for the long game. Alas, it is simply too late to put the toothpaste back in the tube for us now! I know as well as anyone that Damon is a fixture or a menace depending on the light, and will get pushback-- I've actually been surprised by how positive things have been for the last little while, I'm always sort of expecting the thorns on the stem-- but I don't anticipate that continuing as D-Day nears. Still, despite a likely-regrettable lack of strategy I've had an obscene amount of fun in the process and look forward to sending in more properly-formatted propaganda. Somehow it still feels like there are things left unsaid! If I could do it over again, I think I'd probably make the same mistake, as it's been such fun hanging out. A sincere "the real winner was the friends we made along the way" moment from me (-your close personal friend shmitshmopshmowaway)

...A relevant Damon to ponder on, since I'm here and have apparently dropped my shame somewhere on the field:

I see feet, I hit the Post button without thinking twice.

#most attractive 90s musician #asks #damon albarn #disc horse

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kevmania · 10 months

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i had the most bogus dream last night

before i begin i would like to inform that this dream mentions kidnapping so if that makes you throw up then GO ON ABOUT YOUR DAY. okay so anyway i had this dream i was transported back to great but saddening melancholy days of childhood (i mean like toddler age) and i cant recall much other than being kidnapped by chris chan themself and being officially assigned a pokemon. now my pokemon was like a crossbreed between jolteon and lopunny and it also had two tails which was pretty cool. so anyway here i am inside an animal carrier and i am brought into this room with an assortment of.. you guessed it.. BEANIE BABIES!!!! and not just any beanie babies, no, there was a jonathan davis beanie baby and i lost my shit over it. i became so enticed and so shoo-ken to the core by this i become conscious of my dreaming. i knew i i was in a dream. and then I said aloud, “Please don’t wake up, please, when i wake up i want this to be with me..” and then the rest i cannot remember. but there is a second part. I look outside my bedroom window and see Borat in the backyard with my fellow school kid youth and i become so jealous and get my boots on and run outside to walk with borat too, but alas i was too late. but then it kept happening. borat kept coming to the backyard and i would get my boots on and then he would leave. over and over again. like the first comic of sweet bro and hella jeff. IT KEEPS HAPPENING.

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vigsilantes · 2 years

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brain freeze (adrian chase x reader)

Pairing: Adrian Chase / Vigilante x GN Reader A/N: this is part 2 of the carnival! here’s part one: blush Summary: It's time for you and Adrian's annual carnival date, and you two couldn't be happier to be there together. Word Count: 1.9k Tags: Established Relationship, Reader-Insert, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Idiots in Love, Comfort, Fluff, Warnings: swearing, drinking, an absurd amount of fluff

~masterlist~ | >>>(read on ao3)<<<

Summertime calls for one thing – carnivals. The tacky rides that might break while you’re on them, the overpriced food, unbeatable games, and the children screaming their lungs off are all incredible things that make for some of the best memories. Every summer since you started dating, you and Adrian make plans to go to the carnival when it stops here in Evergreen. You two love to have some fun, ride some questionable rides and play games, and Adrian wins almost every game, he loves winning you prizes too – with his incredible precision from being Vigilante he wins almost every game. However, since going on missions with the 11th Street Kids on top of working your regular day jobs, your time has been limited, and you and Adrian have been exhausted from being overworked.

But alas, the summer calls for the carnival, and you and Adrian can’t give up on your summertime tradition! So last week after the impromptu carnival mission that Chris arranged you two were eager to go on your actual date. Collectively, you and Adrian asked – no begged Emilia to let you have a day off this week for your date, and after feigning disgust at your affection, she gave you a night off. The week crept by far too slowly, and Adrian was incredibly impatient as he wanted your date to come faster. He got a taste of the rides from the mission last week and he itched to go on more. Every night before bed he would tell you how many more days you had to wait until your date, he was so beyond excited for it, and you loved seeing how pumped he was.

After taking the morning of your day off to sleep in a bit and get some well-deserved rest, you and Adrian got ready to go to the carnival in the late afternoon. At first, he didn’t even want to sleep in, but you had to remind him that the carnival didn’t open until one, so he quickly got on board to sleep longer. You both got dressed and decided to take the rather short walk from your apartment to the center of town where it was set up, there was no point in driving the Vigilante-mobile. Once you arrived, Adrian gladly paid for your tickets and you entered the familiar grounds of the carnival. Each time you come here, the delightful memories of past dates with Adrian comes flooding back, and your heart feels happy.

“Alright babe, what should we do first?” you look over to Adrian with wide eyes, he flashed his teeth and met your gaze.

“I have a whole plan,” he started, you giggled at how prepared he is.

“I figured you would’ve thought ahead, babe, what’s on the docket?” you ask with pep in your voice, curious to hear his gameplan.

“First, we’re doing some rides, I’m thinkin’ the swings or maybe Ferris wheel, then we’ll get a snack and a drink, I know you love cotton candy so we’ll definitely have to get that, and maybe while we get cotton candy we can get a good buzz on, but then more rides, I need to go on Zero Gravity, and then a few games… I’m thinking we wait till we're almost leaving for games with bigger prizes so we won’t have to carry all of our winnings with us all night, remember last summer?” he beamed, taking a deep breath, you nodded. Last summer you could barely carry everything Adrian won for you, and it got to the point where you couldn’t go on any more rides because of all the stuff you had.

“You always make the best plans, that sounds rad! Except let’s do the Ferris wheel twice so we can make out on it a bunch on it, that was fun the other night,” you stated as you blushed, and he scooped up your hand in his.

“Great idea,” Adrian said, and you two began walking to the first ride and scanning around the area, there were groups of kids but there weren’t too many people right now, “it isn’t too crowded here which is nice,”

“Yeah, I’m appreciating the mild quietness, we picked a good time to come I think,” you add, and he hummed, then you spotted the swings first and pulled Adrian towards it. You waited in line for a quick minute, which you were grateful for as you’ve waited in long lines before, but the employee let you on fairly quickly. You let Adrian decide which seats to sit in and after walking around the ride for a second he picked two swings next to each other and sat down, you were on the inside, he was on the outside, as per usual. Adrian shook his feet with excitement, waiting for the ride to begin and you couldn’t help but look at him with admiration – his eyes were sparkling, he had a light blush filling his cheeks, he looked so happy.

You started playing footsie with him, impatiently waiting for the ride to start. A brief minute went by until you slowly began lifting up off the ground. Your legs were dangling, and as the ride started rotating Adrian reached for your hand when your swings moved closer to each other, you grabbed it, and felt content as the ride continued. Adrian wooed as the ride reached its height, a smile wouldn’t leave his face, and you felt thankful to be there with him. The swings were tilting from the spinning, and it began to be harder to hold onto Adrian’s hand. Your seats almost crashed into each other and you two erupted into laughter from the near collision. You were able to steady your seats as the ride continued, Adrian began tracing circles in your hand.

“This must be how Eagly feels when he flies…” Adrian marveled, you loved how his mind works – how he thinks of things like this.

“You’re so right, he must love flying… I bet it’s so much fun,” you replied with your voice high so he could hear. He nodded and furrowed his brows.

“Ughhh right?!” Of all of the things we can do I’m pissed that flying isn’t one of them,” he voiced, and you smiled at him like an idiot. “He’s so lucky!” The ride began lowering and the spinning began slowing down.

“He is, and he probs doesn’t even know how lucky he is!” you added, he huffed a laugh. You eventually felt your feet touch the ground, and the ride slowly came to a stop. After the worker said you could, you unbuckled your seatbelt and stood up out of the ride, Adrian reached out his hand so you could lift your feet up out of the seat without losing your balance. With your hands entwined, you left the ride and looked around to see what other attractions were near you.

“OOH,” Adrian yelled, you looked to him, “there’s the drinks!” he pointed to a drink stand and guided you to it.

“We got those super tasty frozen drinks last time, I wanna get one of those again,” you state as you approached the line filled with a few other adults who wanted to get a buzz on.

“Ooohh yes those were so fucking good,” Adrian said as he scanned the menu, “hmm, frozen peach Bellini?” he asked as he returned his gaze to you, that sounded refreshing.

“Yesss sounds great,” he nodded his head, and when it was your turn in line, he ordered two and generously tipped the bartender. They came with bendy straws which Adrian appreciated, he took the cup with the blue straw and handed you the purple one, which was on brand for him to do, and the drink was delicious.

“Good call, babe, this is tasty!” you tell Adrian as you sit down on a bench to enjoy your drinks. He sat right next to you, practically on top of you, and swung his free arm around your shoulders, gently caressing your arm.

“Yeah, this is good,” he hummed as he slurped some more of his drink. He was almost chugging it, and you could tell he would definitely regret that soon. He hates getting brain freeze, but he never seems to learn not to chug or eat cold things slowly.

“Hey, don’t chug, you’ll get brain freeze, dingus,” you wiggle your brows, he swiftly stopped drinking and put his drink down, but the look on his face was a sure sign he was getting a brain freeze.

“Fuck,” he whispered, and furrowed his brows as he scrunched one eye shut. “Yeah, totally not a good…” he paused as his eye twitched, “idea to drink that so fast, you were right,” he stammered, still barely opening both eyes. You rested your drink down on the bench and cupped his cheeks in your hands.

“Hey, look at me,” you softly said as you moved closer to his face. He peered open his eyes, still scrunching his eyebrows, and squinted at you as you firmly pressed your lips to his, he did not hesitate to reciprocate your kiss. You made out for a solid minute, and you became one of the things you hate seeing most in public – an annoying couple making out, but you truthfully couldn't care less.

“Did that help stop your brain from freezing?” you joke as you slowly pull away, he snorted and looked at you in shock, he was dumbfounded.

“How’d you know that would help?” his voice got high as he asked.

“I saw it online once, well – you’re technically supposed to press your own tongue to the roof of your mouth to stop brain freeze, but instead I put my tongue in your mouth. Either way even if it didn’t work we still got to smooch a bit,” you boast, as you picked your drink up to take another sip, Adrian looked perplexed, and his eyes were wide.

“You are so fucking smart, babe, thanks,” he smiled while shaking his head in amazement. He slung his arm back around your shoulders and you returned to how you were before. “Maybe I should start faking more brain freezes so we could make out more,” he joked, you rolled your eyes. “JK babe, I know I don’t need to fake anything to kiss you,” he stated, and you shook your head in agreement, he leaned over and pecked your lips again. “You loveeee kissing me,” he teased, you blushed. You always love teasing each other like this, your banter is always something that you’ll always adore about your relationship with Adrian.

“You’re such a dork,” you beam, “I do, though… like so much,” you flirt, and his face grew red. “Not as much as you like kissing me though.”

“You’re so right,” he affirmed, “it’s good to know that you’re aware of how obsessed I am with you,” he nudged you, and you couldn’t help but smile even more than you just were. “Ahhh I love ya, babe,” he stated in a relaxed sigh, you scooted in closer to him.

“I love you too, hun,” and he gently pressed a kiss to your forehead. He rubbed your arm as you quietly sipped on your drinks, feeling delighted to be on your yearly carnival date with Adrian. As you looked up at Adrian you noticed he was guzzling his drink way too fast again, and you knew he would most likely get another brain freeze. You silently grin to yourself because at least now you know how to help him stop his brain freeze, and you absolutely wouldn't mind helping him again.

#adrian chase #vigilante #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #freddie stroma #peacemaker #adrian chase x you #adrian chase fic #dcu #adrian chase fluff #peacemaker hbo #vigilante fluff #vigilante x you #cross posted on ao3 #adrian chase x gender neutral reader #vigilante fic

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megslovesbooks · 1 year

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Well. I'm not going to get this little ghost story finished tonight, I'm feeling kinda bad so it's going to have to wait, which sucks because I really wanted to post something fun for spooky day. Alas. As an apology a new snippet. Hopefully I can finish it in the next day or two.

Hope you are all having a good spooky time.

“I think there’s a clearing at the top of this next ridge. Maybe we could see better from there.” Cara says, staring off toward the summit maybe half a mile above them, her gaze is focused on something specific, but when Eddie looks all he can see is a hazy wash of trees. It's as good a plan as any though, so he just nods and pushes away from the tree on unsteady legs. It's probably not the best plan, his head still swims and there’s a dull fire in his side that tells him something is wrong beyond bruises, but he still isn’t really sure how Cara is doing and if she’s bleeding internally and he can’t get her help she’ll die. They both might.

“We better hurry.” He says, keenly aware of how fast the light is leaving.

The first few hundred yards are something like OK. The next are harder. The terrain is beginning to slope steeply upward and Eddie can feel his body threatening to quit even though they’re still so far from their goal, his breath coming in painful ragged gasps. Cara is silent, which worries him. Even though she seems to be managing far better than he is, her face is passive and the lines of her body seem relaxed. Still, he should get her talking, make sure he knows what’s going on with her.

“Where were you going today? Before our detour?” He means it like a joke but it just comes out like a wheeze. Cara glances over at him, confusion pulling her brows together.

“Going?” She asks and Eddie feels a wrongness begin to creep up the back of his neck, but he’s not sure if it's for him or her.

“Yeah, in the car.” He says around another labored breath “Were you driving to work or school or–”

“Oh.” She says vaguely, and that sense of wrong flairs hot, “The car–”

“It's alright.” He says, worry and nausea waring in his gut, “You don’t have to tell me.”

“I was going to my mom’s” Cara says, and the strange timber of her voice is gone. “I have a long weekend off school and promised I’d come visit. We’ve been…clashing a bit lately. It seemed like a good chance to clear the air.” She pauses for a moment and then adds “I’m all she’s got.”

The words stab something hot and painful through his chest.

“Yeah.” He says, then has to clear his throat. “I know that feeling.”

“Only child?” She asks. He’s too busy watching his feet over this patch of uneven terrain to look at her. The agony in his body is beginning to ebb. It doesn't feel like a win.

“No. Two sisters. But my kid is, and he lost his mother a few years ago, so I’m all he’s got.”

They’re old words, spoken and thought so many times he knows the shape of them by heart, but they aren’t true are they? Maybe they’ve never been true…not really, but now…now…well now his son is surrounded by more love than Eddie knows what to do with, Pepa, and Carla, and Karen and Hen and Bobby and Athena and Chimney and Maddie. May and Linda and his school friends and their parents and his teachers. Eddie’s parents and his sisters, who he may not always see eye to eye with, but who he knows would move heaven and earth for his son if they had too. And Buck Buck who has given and given and given. Buck who has put his actual body between Chris and harm, who loves Eddie’s son like his own and never expects any recognition for the things he sacrifices for him over and over again. Buck who’s name is typed neatly on the legal paperwork tucked carefully in the middle drawer of Eddie’s desk, who will fight for Christopher until his last breath. No. Eddie isn’t all his son has. It's the other way round, isn’t it…

“Eddie?” Cara’s voice seems to come from too far away, as if they’re on different tiny boats and are drifting apart on the tide. He blinks, realizes he’s stopped moving and is leaning heavily against one of the Gray Pines that cover the mountain side in droves.

“Yeah,” He says, the word is far shakier than he’d like, and the severity of their situation is really, truly beginning to settle over him.

#megs writes #911 on fox #911 fic #happy halloween beloveds!

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chrisevansdaughter · 2 years

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Love will never be 5000 miles away.

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Paring: Chris x Little sister! Reader

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Warning: little angst, overwhelmed, emotionally exhausted, sibling relationship fluff

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The prospect of Chris leaving for a bit again is too much for his younger sister, since he is her safety net and has always been.

Relationships were always a strange thing for y/n even if they were though blood but alas Chris was always the brother she found the safety net of comfort in, not to say her other siblings were bad or anything they all understood as a family y/n had the one person she’d always count on and that was Chrissy.

I found out Chris moving out again after he just came back from LA, it hurts because everyone is leaving or already has, Scott is in LA, my sisters have their own lives and here I am crying over the fact Chris is leaving again.

I’m silently crying trying not to be too loud because it’s so late at night, staring up at the ceiling thinking of why everyone leaves me alone. Maybe it’s something to do with me being the little sister to everyone, their all adults I’ve only just turned 17. I’m the baby I don’t mind it but sometimes it hurts.

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I’m sat in my room just resting over a script, Dodger snoozing on the end of the bed like usual. It’s quiet but I feel like I can hear soft crying, it sounds like y/n but why would sweetpea be crying especially at this time. Looking at my clock it read 2:48am it’s a bit late for her to be awake considering she goes to bed early.

Knocking on her door not knowing what’s wrong makes me feel bad and I just want to cuddle her so she feels safe.

“Sweetpea it’s me, why you crying bubba? What’s goin on huh?” I said walking over to the edge of her bed, as soon as I did she grabbed on to me like a koala which confirmed that she definitely was in her head and exhausted.

“I- i don’t want you to leave me alone because I’ll miss you and you- make me feel -safe.” She sobbed whispering as quiet as I’ve ever heard her all I did was tighten my grip on her, peppering kisses on her forehead, rubbing my hands down the small of her back to comfort her.

“Baby, I’m not leaving you alone i would never dream of doing that bubba you know that. I’m just going back for a meeting I’ll be back in 3 days just the weekend then you’ve got me for the foreseeable okay bub.” I made it crystal clear for her that I want leaving her this is the thing y/n she’s always had issues with expressing her emotions to the point she gets emotionally exhausted and just explodes like now so the comfort and safety net i can give is the best thing and the only thing she wants most of the time.

“Oh o-‘Kay i thought-.” She started to reason but I cut her off so she couldn’t go down that road again it didn’t end well last time.

“Bubba I’m gonna stop you right there because you thought wrong and we are now going to go into my room with dodge, cuddle and watch monsters inc, okay.” I said to as I picked her up still in her koala like state walking across the hall.

“I’m ‘ired Chrissy, i just want cuddles” y/n mumbled sleep very much now catching up on her.

“Okay honey we can do that instead, I’m not leaving you okay.. I promise.” I muttered as she drifted off to sleep.

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This is why Chris was secretly my favourite sibling because even though I was being quiet he just knew something was wrong and had to sort it, the safety net even being 23 years younger it never changed.

And it never will.

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So I guess you could say this is a little headcannon on the insight into Chris and his little sister’s relationship that will never change not for as long as they both have each other.

This was written after a little emotional draining meltdown but here we are there is a song that could go with too I’m gonna link it but I think I’m going to sleep now so good night 💖

#chris evans #chrisevansdaughter #chris evans x reader #chris evans x y/n #fluff #chris evans daughter #chris evans x reader fluff #chris evans x teen!reader #chris evans x sister reader #chris evans x sister #chris evans x sister!reader #Spotify

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sammyloomis · 2 years

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YOURE SO RIGHT ABOUT KAITLYN NEEDING MORE SCREENTIME. she needed maybe one more (or at least a longer) segment in chapters 1/2, and then maybe like. i know this would be quite the branch, but either she or ryan could go with laura to the hackett house, since they’re apparently equivalent final girl and final boy. it would rob us of the fantastic dylan and kaitlyn junkyard scene, but in return we’d get kaitlyn and laura scenes, so. hah. or if that’s just too much of a branch, give her a longer segment in the back half of the game at least. i was hoping for more of her.

i accidentally sent in my ask about kaitlyn without talking about the other characters. hope you don’t mind me dumping this in your inbox lmao.

oh my god yeah about nick. i found him boring and then an asshole (although he did look really cool during the transformation scene i will give him that). idk i’m not at all attached to him or any of his relationships, which is unfortunate because i would really like to say that i like every playable character, but alas. i just do not care about nick.

abigail needed a little more agency i think. like, she was far more reactive than active? and she didn’t show up a ton, although her screentime was pretty evenly dispersed, as opposed to like. jacob and emma who were pretty present in the front half, or laura and max who (for obvious reasons) were mostly present in the back half. i still wish abi got to like. make some substantial choices. maybe even something out of our direct control, like an “ashley and chris and the door” situation with emma depending on how emma and her relationship has gone over the night. idk. just… compared to all the other girls “girlbossing around” as one review i read put it, abi is kinda just… there. i would’ve loved for her to maybe get a little more ramble-y when she’s freaked out? idk. i’d love for her to have more presence, i guess.

ryan…. yeah. i don’t dislike him, but i dislike the way his screentime was allocated and i dislike the duration of his suspicion of laura as well. very middle of the pack for me.

i’m a big fan of emma, but that didn’t surprise me at all LMAO. i definitely think she could’ve like. not done what she did at the campfire, at least not to that extent, but like. she also didn’t want to kiss her ex, which is fair. she could’ve just said “no i don’t want to kiss either of them”, but thay just doesn’t seem in character for her, and they Did need an inciting incident. idk, she was funny and interesting and i am so ready to defend her. i got into the ud fandom about a year too late to defend my faves from hate since it had pretty much died down by then, but i am an emma warrior now LMAO.

i didnt dislike dylan, but i liked him exponentially more as the game went on. from around the time i shot his hand off, he just got more and more fun. i loved his dynamic with kaitlyn especially.

as for your other rankings… yeah laura, max and jacob are great. i kind of expected to like laura and max, but not nearly as much as i actually did. they’re probably the only canon couple i actually like? and oh my god jacob was a surprise. they made the guy run around in his underwear covered in blood, and had him cry multiple times, and then also make ridiculous jokes, he is so babygirl to me. cannot wait to see him in the 80’s outfit.

SORRY IF FORGOT TO PUBLISH THIS FGHJ

but yes, ur takes are all very valid and big brained whoever u are anon :]

#ask #anonymous #the quarry #long post

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