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bluebeary-jay · 1 year

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Halcyon days

Based on this ask (i was stupid and started writing all this as a new post and not an answer im sorryyy)

Tags: fluff. INSANE amount of tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, takes place after the events of season 1

Warnings: none? there is swearing and suggestive humor tho ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Word count: ~3K

A/N: My sweet anon I'm sorry that I didn't write the 'looking for a place to sleep' bit but I got carried away with your lovely request and it was already longer than I expected lol. I really hope you like it!! 💕 and thank you for being my first request! 😊

You shielded your eyes from the sun and shook your hand again, signaling for Joel to take it.

“Come on, you always whine about your back pains. It’ll do you good.”

“You think lyin’ on the cold hard ground will help me with that?” he asked with tongue in cheek.

“It's actually really soft. Come on, give it a try.” You patted the spot next to you, but the man still didn't move, scouting the area around you instead. You sighed heavily. “Alright, if it's too hard for your back I'll let you lay on me. Happy?”

Joel gave you a sultry look and finally intertwined his fingers with yours.

“I can already tell the ground will be really uncomfortable,” he said teasingly in this sexy drawl of his and you squinted at him.

“Sure you can.”

Joel craned his neck before he let himself get pulled down, and cupped his free hand around his mouth.

“Hey, kiddo!” he yelled to Ellie who was squatting near a small creek down the hill you were lying on. “You alright there?!”

“Yeah, yeah!” the girl shouted back, waving to you both. “Don't come down here, yet!”

“Okay! We’ll be right here if you need anything.”

“Sure thing! Just don't start shagging.”

You choked on air and looked in disbelief in the direction of Ellie’s voice, though you couldn't see the teen from where you were lying, as the view was obscured by high grass.

“Christ, this kid is impossible,” you mumbled as Joel sat down next to you with a loud grunt.

“Tell me somethin’ I don’t know. You didn’t hear her giving me so-called ‘relationship advices’ yesterday. And no,” he added when you opened your mouth, “m’not gonna repeat them to you. It was painful enough to have to endure it alone.”

“You know what they say,” you quirked your lips and he sent you a glare.

“I swear to god, if you quote that dumb comic again…”

You snorted, knowing he was saying it with fondness, judging by his tone and a tug of the corners of his lips. Joel shook his head and laid down slowly on the grass, closing his eyes. You cosied up next to him on your stomach and propped your chin on your hands.

For a couple of seconds you just admired his features and slow rise and falls of his chest, enjoying the quiet atmosphere around you and listening to the crickets chirping and birds singing in the tree crowns.

But of course he didn’t let you indulge yourself, because before long he cracked one eye open and sent you a suspicious glance.

“Why’re you staring?”

“You’ve got something on your cheek,” you answered without missing a beat. Joel wiped his face with an irritated look while you tried your hardest not to laugh out loud.

“Is it still there?” he asked, but you winced and tilted your head discontentedly.

“You just smudged it more. Hold on a second.”

He sighed tiredly and closed his eyes again when you shuffled closer, partially draping yourself over his torso. One of his arms automatically encircled your waist to cuddle you up while he kept the other one under his head. You smirked to yourself and took his face between your hands, pretending to hum in focus. After a couple of seconds Joel cracked his eye open and glanced up at you.

“Jesus, I can feel you burning a hole in my skull. Is my head covered in fungi, or something?”

“Not yet,” you joked. “Keep your eyes closed.”

He exhaled heavily again and relaxed under you, totally oblivious to the mischievous smirk on your face. You faked scraping something off his cheek and when you were pretty sure he lowered his guard, you surged forward and quickly gave the bridge of his nose a small peck.

Joel’s eyes immediately snapped open and a surprised – and then delighted – smile spread across his face.

“What are you doin’?”

“Nothing at all,” you answered innocently, but this time you couldn’t hide a sly grin threatening to split your face in half. “I told you you have something on your cheek.”

Joel made a sound of fake acknowledgment and took his other hand from under his head to pull you even closer and on top of himself. You giggled when he nudged your nose with his, trailing his fingers up and down the back of your neck.

“On my cheek, you say?”

“Mhm.”

“I don’t think you got it, then. You aimed at my nose,” he mused cheekily, making you laugh again.

“Oh, you’re right! Silly me.” You leaned in and kissed his jaw this time, smiling against his facial hair. “Let me…” another kiss, this time on his forehead, “...try again, then…” another, next to his eye, “...just to be sure.”

It wasn’t often that Joel let you (and himself) be so affectionate when you weren’t alone, but you guessed Ellie was far enough that he didn’t worry about it now. Or maybe he was just in a good mood – it happened a lot more often lately.

After everything that transpired in the hospital, you were worried Ellie wasn’t going to believe his version of events and shut herself off, but whether the teen still doubted your and Joel’s words or not, she didn’t seem eager to distance herself from you two.

Which was a damn big relief for you, and even a greater one for Joel – not that he’d ever admit it.

Anyone who would bother to look could see that the man was a lot happier lately. He found his brother, he had you, and he didn’t lose Ellie like you knew he feared. The three of you still went on trips outside of Jackson – or like Ellie liked to call them, ‘spontaneous adventures’ – and this was one of the places you personally liked the most. A secluded meadow with a hill overgrown with flowers and leading down to a small torrent at the base of it. Noone has ever ventured so far beyond the especially-hard-to-cross portion of the river, but the place was worth the effort as it was so beautiful, it looked like it was pulled out of a fairy tale.

Speaking of beautiful, Joel cupped your cheeks and let his warm gaze rove over your face as if he wanted to commit it to memory. You were just about to ask if you had something on your face as well, when he spoke up quietly.

“Do you have any idea how goddamn gorgeous you are?” he asked, brushing the strands of your hair out of your face.

“Stop it,” you snapped back, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, but Joel tsked, guiding your chin to look at you again.

“You are,” he said, sounding almost surprised at how bashful you got, before his lips stretched into a smirk. “Are you just fishin’ for compliments, darlin’? Denyin’ it so that I can praise you more?”

“I’m not!” You laughed at the sheer thought of that and Joel took that opportunity to plant a kiss above your mouth. “If anything, you’re just trying to rile me up and get me to compliment you.”

“Don’t even try,” he warned you seriously, but you just shrugged with a playful expression.

“Well, I have to remind you sometimes how good-looking you are,” you whispered against his lips, smiling brightly when you felt his breathless chuckle.

“Shut up.”

“Not until–”

He cut you off by sliding his hand to the back of your neck and pulling you up carefully so he could kiss you deeply. You smiled into the kiss, knowing very well what he’s doing, but not minding it in the slightest.

“You’re trying to distract me,” you accused him when the two of you parted, but he shook his head and tutted. His thumb was brushing your cheek slowly and your body burned in all places he was touching you. You reminded yourself about Ellie’s words and tried to calm down.

“Nah. You had somethin’ on your face, too, and I wanted to return the favor.”

He was so silly sometimes, you almost couldn’t believe that those hands were capable of anything else than caressing your skin so lovingly.

“Liar,” you whispered, earning yourself a low chuckle.

“I could say the same about you.”

You couldn’t help the squeal that escaped you when he turned you over in a swift motion so that now you were lying on your back with the man hovering above you. Whatever protests you might’ve had, they were swallowed down by Joel’s lips on yours, and you hummed happily at the feeling of his touch.

The two of you took several minutes to enjoy each other’s company to the fullest, planting lazy kisses on your faces and whispering silly words of affection. At one point Joel sighed contently, peppering the edge of your jaw and neck with soft kisses, and then laid his head on your chest. One of his arms snaked around your waist to hug you tighter and he closed his eyes.

You pressed your lips together not to giggle, and started to slowly run your fingers through his hair. He groaned and you felt his muscles relaxing under your touch.

“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna fall asleep,” he murmured and you kissed the crown of his head softly.

“Maybe that’s exactly my plan. You don’t get enough rest.”

“Stop,” he said again, though he didn't make any attempt to pull away or stop you himself. “Someone's gotta keep an eye on everything.”

“I’ll make sure we’re safe,” you shushed him, gently scratching the spot behind his ear, to which he made a sound not unlike purring. You suppressed a smile. “Besides, I’ve never seen an infected around here. The chances of something stumbling upon us…”

“...are much higher if we let our guard down,” he finished, his hand going to the gun lying on the grass on his other side to make sure he could reach it quickly. “I don’t want something to happen to you or Ellie.”

“I know, love,” you whispered, kissing his forehead again, trying to make some of those worry wrinkles disappear. “Just close your eyes for a moment. I’ll make sure nothing happens during this time.”

He sighed again and nuzzled his head more into your chest. “You’re a treasure, darlin’.”

“Obviously,” you murmured in response and felt his chest rumble with quiet laughter. “I love you, you know?”

“Love you, too.” He shook his head lightly, but the smile didn’t fade from his face. “Even though you’re a menace.”

“Shut up and relax already. I’ll stand guard.”

He just grumbled again. You took a deep breath of summer air and looked up to the sky.

*****

You didn’t plan on falling asleep.

Even before you opened your eyes, having registered a tip of a shoe nudging your arm and rousing you from your nap, you felt this terrible, gnawing feeling of guilt and panic. Joel would kill you if…

But no, he was still asleep with his head lying heavily on your chest. You sighed with relief and opened your eyes, squinting at Ellie standing above you.

“Finally! How loud do I have to ‘psst!’ for you to wake up? Jesus, I started to think you both are dead.”

You grumbled and rubbed your eyes. You felt dizzy, but that was always the case when you fell asleep in the middle of the day. It was an hour or so before sunset now, and the field you rested on was bathed in a warm, orange glow.

“Not dead,” you yawned drowsily and nodded at the teen. “What’s up?”

Ellie pointed at Joel. “Wake up the old man.”

You furrowed your brows. “What? Why?”

“Because I want to push you both down the hill,” she whispered in a mocking tone and rolled her eyes when you lifted your eyebrows. “I have something to show you, if you really need to know.”

She did have one of her hands hidden behind her back, so it wasn’t completely unlikely. Still, something about it smelled fishy.

“Why didn’t you wake him up yourself?” you asked in a whisper, too, honestly surprised that you both still had to keep your voices down. Usually the slightest sound woke Joel up, but now he didn’t even stir. Ellie groaned and pointed her hand at you both, like it was obvious.

“Because last time he gave me a bunch of shit about it! And he won’t be mad at you if you do this.”

She had a point, if you wanted to be honest with yourself. Normally you would tease her for it, but lately Ellie rarely acted so secretive and excited, so you decided to humor her this time.

“I’ll blame it on you if he gets angry at me.”

“I’ll really push you down the hill if you do.”

You stick your tongue out at her, which Ellie mirrored, before rolling your eyes and shifting your attention to the man still lying motionlessly on top of you.

“Joel…” you mumbled into his skin, brushing your fingers through his hair lightly. A low grumble issued from his chest and you chuckled despite yourself, leaning down to kiss his forehead softly. You pretended not to hear Ellie gagging in the background. “Come on, I know you’re not asleep.”

He sighed heavily and finally opened his eye, but then he shifted his gaze to Ellie’s form, and let his eyelid drop again.

“Get rid of the kid,” he murmured, snuggling back into your chest.

His head started to shake from the laughter reverberating inside your chest and Ellie gasped indignantly, now having no reservations about going around you and kicking Joel’s leg.

“Fuck off and get your lazy ass up!”

Joel sighed martyrly, as if that was the greatest sacrifice somebody could demand from him, but finally got up, freeing you from under his weight but also depriving you of his safe embrace. He looked at Ellie and lifted his eyebrows, waiting.

The girl in question grinned and pulled a bunch of flowers from behind her back.

Before you realized that it actually wasn’t a bouquet, but several flower crowns, Joel was already shaking his head and actually backing away. “No. No way.”

“Oh my gosh, they’re beautiful, Ellie!” you admired her work, not paying attention to the man behind you, and shifted closer to get a better look. “Where did you learn that?”

“One of those books Tommy gave me had a guide how to do it,” Ellie explained with a wide smile. It surprised you a little that she’d be so enthusiastic about a skill like that, but then she turned back to Joel and her eyes glinted with mischief. “C’mon, try it on.”

“No.”

“Can I pick one?” you asked, once again ignoring your partner. Ellie shook her head, now not even trying to hide a proud, mocking grin that widened when she saw how reluctant Joel was.

“No. Yours is the one with those small yellow shits.” You snorted at the name Ellie gave tiny, round flowers, but put it on immediately. The girl held the crown made out of blue and purple flowers on her lap, and stuck out the last one with small pink and white flowers in Joel’s direction. “And that’s all yours.”

“No,” he repeated. You sat next to Ellie and turned to him with a fake pout on your face.

“Joel, we don't turn down gifts. It's not polite.” He glared at you as you leaned on Ellie’s shoulder. “Ellie has worked on it for so long, think how exhausting it must've been!”

“Look at my poor, tired hands,” Ellie sighed dramatically, lifting her hands and wiggling her fingers, and you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you.

Joel looked from her to you with a grimace. You mouthed ‘please?’ to him and he groaned, running his hands down his face.

And then – making Ellie snort and you jump excitedly in place – he took the flower crown from the girl and all but dropped it onto his head.

“Joke’s on you, because I know for a fact pink looks great on me.”

“Glad you think so, because…” Ellie trailed off with a shit-eating grin and threw her backpack on the ground, quickly rummaging through it. You grabbed onto Joel’s arm before he had a chance to escape when she pulled out one of those old cameras with a flip screen, making him sigh even louder. “Now move your ass.”

While Ellie was positioning herself between the two of you and turning on the device, you quickly lifted Joel’s hand to your lips behind her back, kissing his fingers with a grateful smile. He seemed to have given in to his fate, not making any attempt to move away or talk his way out of it, just rubbing his brow with a tired expression. The smallest of smiles found its way onto his face when he felt your lips on his skin and he glanced up at you with fondness.

“You two will be the death of me,” he muttered, and Ellie poked him in the ribs with her elbow.

“Shut up and smile. We don’t have much sunlight left.”

You scooted over closer to Ellie to fit in the frame, squinting a little from the reddish-orange sun blinding you from behind a cloud above the horizon. The girl snapped one photo and made a different face, and in that split second your eyes darted to Joel’s in the small screen of the camera.

He still looked very reluctant to be in a photo, but you could see he was trying to hold back a smile.

He did look good in pink. And you meant the flowers as well as the small blush adoring his cheeks.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #the last of us fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #the last of us #joel miller #ellie williams #because i cant write a fic without her in it #joel miller x y/n #joel tlou #pedro pascal #beary writes

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redak-ted · 1 year

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i have more incorrect quotes and its the fruity four + the certified dilf and his traumatized husband

Miles: Man, traffic's a pain in the assssss.

Hobie: Daddy's home!

Gwen: Just call him Bayer, or Bear or something, Daddy is reserves for your mother to use.

Pav: I'm about to have one less girlfriend in a minute.

Miles: This food is too hot… I cant eat it.

Hobie: You’re very hot, and I still eat you.

Everyone at the table: silence

Gwen: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING!

Pav: One dinner… I just want ONE DINNER!

[The group is a prison cell that was just hit by an earthquake]

Miles: Uh, I'm gonna roll a perception check of… 4, and see if our cell is, uh, in any way damaged by this quake

Hobie: You're in a prison cell :)

Gwen: You did great. Well, I got a 10-

Hobie: You're in a prison cell with bars on it

Pav: I got a 1!

Hobie: You're in… a cube-shaped place.

Miles: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling?

Hobie: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Gwen?

Gwen: Probably “road work ahead”.

Pav: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

Miles: Dammit, Hobie!

Hobie: What?! It wasn’t me!

Miles: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Gwen!

Gwen: Not me either.

Miles: Oh…Then who set the house on fire?

Pav: whistles

Miles: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three-

Miles and Hobie, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks!

Gwen: Our turn, Pav! One, two, three- vanilla!

Pav, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.

Gwen, about Miles: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.

Hobie: Are we stealing them?

Pav: New or used?

Gwen: Wonderful responses, both of you.

Gwen: Just be yourself.

Hobie: 'Be myself'? Gwen, I have one day to win Miles over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me?

Pav: Couple weeks.

Peter: Six months.

Miguel: Jury’s still out.

Hobie: See, Gwen?

Hobie: 'Be myself'. What kind of garbage advice is that?

Miles: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Hobie: What if it bites me and it dies?

Gwen: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Hobie, learn to listen.

Pav: What if it bites itself and I die?

Peter: That’s voodoo.

Pav: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Hobie: That’s correlation, not causation.

Miguel: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Peter: That’s kinky.

Miles: Oh my God.

Miles: Bye Hobie! Bye Gwen! Bye Pav! Bye Peter! Bye Hobie!

Gwen: You said ‘bye Hobie’ twice.

Miles: I like Hobie~

Miles: That's it, we're gonna go out and find what we need!

Pav: To the city?

Miles: Yeah, no matter what!

Peter: Well- How exactly do you propose we do that, exactly?

Miles: I… I don't know!

Hobie: Oh come off it, be serious!

Miles: I am serious!

Hobie: You're insane!

Gwen: Why, if only we were all wiener dogs, our problems would be solved!

Everyone:

Miles: What???

Gwen: Or maybe it was a basset hound!

Hobie, panicked: YOU'RE ALL INSANE!

Miles: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Gwen: 'Prettiest Smile'

Pav: 'Nicest Personality'

Miguel: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'

Peter: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

Miles: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something?

Hobie: Nope, absolutely not.

Gwen: I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through.

Pav: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.

Peter: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you.

Miguel: I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome.

Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’

Miles: Thanks fam!

Hobie: oh no

Gwen: cries I love you too

Pav: Sounds fake but okay

Peter: A flustered mess

Miguel: can i get a refund

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lilithgreye · 2 months

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MY SCARY STALKER EXPERIENCES

⟢ from a 8h venus, 11h mars, 7h pluto, 8h chiron, and lilith in 1h person ⟣

note: only fake names are used

i have attracted an insane amount of stalkers in my life because of these placements. also if not stalkers just ppl that obsessed with me in general and that won’t leave me alone even when i ask them to. there’s been lots of guys that i’ve rejected but still continue to pursue me and it doesn’t stop at men because women have prayed on my downfall also and tried to one up me every time they saw me succeed or hurt me because they saw i succeeded in anything as well. here are a few stories i have to tell (out of many):

stalker #1: august

this was one of my worst stalkers

i met august in the seventh grade at my bus stop. he seemed very shy and innocent at first. not creepy at all. he asked for my number the first day he met me so i said “sure, why not?” as i had just moved to a new neighborhood and wanted friends. i was always very busy with school and my siblings (my parents didn’t have time to raise them so i did it mostly by myself) so whenever he texted i would try to answer the best i could but i usually didn’t have time. the first time he started being obsessive was when he facetimed me a total of 33 times because i wouldn’t answer him. then shit got way worse. the next day he came to the bus stop he was already there before me and we were there alone. he pulled out a pocket knife to show me that his dad bought it for him. he then made a so called joke saying “i could technically kill u right now if i wanted to”. obviously this scared me. even if he was kidding why do so many men say things like that? this is when it gets scary though. i would go on nightly runs every day after school. mind u i lived in a very safe gated neighborhood and there wasn’t much crime where i lived at the time. i was running past a bush when i got jump scared because i could see someone’s eyes watching me. i carried pepper spray with me at the time but that was it. i got it out and peered around the bush but by the time i had done that the person had already gone into the forest behind the bush and ran off. i got really scared so i ran home only to later that night hear someone outside my window. i opened my blinds a bit to see who it was and they got down really quick to hide so i couldn’t. i got scared so i told my dad and he went outside to check. sure enough .. it was august. my dad told him not to do that and to leave our property. the next day august asks why my dad made such a big deal out of it and i said “because it’s creepy” and i thought this was when he realized i was most definitely not interested in him but then he proceeded to ask me out. i of course say “no i don’t have feelings for u like that” and he proceeds to say in a very serious tone “if u don’t go out with me i will kill u in ur sleep and u will regret it” i was hoping he was being satire but his face did not change. he did not laugh. he meant what he said. i said “if u threaten me again i will file a police report against u” and he said “ur scared then? u should be”. i was so scared to sleep after this because my room was at the very front of the house and he could easily pull out a gun and shoot through my wall or do a number of different things to me. i slept on the couch for the night and of course he begins blowing up my phone. one of his texts read “why can’t i hear u ur usually taking to ur friends on the phone or going for a run at this time?”. i block him. i then hear the doorbell ring and at the time both of my parents are not home. it’s just me, my old brother, and my two younger sisters. i scream through the door “get away from my house or i will call 911” and he screams “i will kill u before they get here if u don’t let me in”. of course i didn’t let him in. i call 911 immediately but he runs away as soon as the police sirens go off. i try to tell the police what happened but of course they dismissed it and said all i could do was ignore him and have my mom drive me to school to avoid him. he wasn’t in any of my classes luckily but he still managed to come across my path during EVERY single passing period. as i was walking out of school to ride the afternoon bus (which he had never rode before) he proceeds to follow me and say he’s riding the afternoon bus now too. he acts as if nothing has happened initially but then says “why did u block me i did nothing wrong?”. i of course sit there in shock making this 😦 face. like i’m sorry? u did NOTHING wrong? are u actually kidding me? this is when he reaches his peak obsession because when we got off of the bus he followed me home even after i screamed at him to stay away from me the whole walk there.

he continued to apologize but finally when we got there (to my house) he said “ur crazy for the way ur acting. just unblock me” and i said “absolutely not leave me alone” then he proceeded to grab me from behind and slam me to the ground. no one was around at the time but it was in broad daylight so i figured he wouldn’t do something to this degree. he did anyway. he pushed me to the ground as hard as he could and pulled my pants down trying to r*pe me. thank god for my neighbor who walked out as this was happening and rushed over to help me pushing august off of me before he could do anything bad. i told the school and he was no longer allowed to be anywhere near me and had to sit alone at lunch for a week since one of the threats he made to me was on the bus. the rest of the year my mom picked me up and dropped me off at school.

#2: rhett

this story is not as bad as others i have but still pretty bad for how young i was

rhett was my first stalker (or because we were so young i guess just the first “obsessive person” in my life. i met him all the way back in the first grade. it started with him following me everywhere. all around the playground at recess, getting mad when i partnered up with anyone but him in class, and telling me if i don’t sit with him at lunch he’ll tell on me. which does seem pretty innocent for a first grade. he seemed like he just wanted a friend initially which i didn’t mind. i thought he had pure intentions so i didn’t mind. turns out i was wrong. by the time we were in second grade he began making inappropriate comments to me that were sexual. at the time of course because i was around 7 i literally knew nothing about sex so i didn’t understand how bad what he was saying was. then things got even worse and he would non stop talk to my mom at our school parties trying to go on a “play date” with me and my mom fell for it. she forced me to hang out with him and then when he came over to my house he groped me and when i told him to stop he would not. then after i told my mom she never made me hang out with him again but it didn’t stop there because in third grade when we had different teachers he would continuously show up to my classes door every day (i assume lying to his teachers and telling them he had to go to the bathroom) and watch me through the window. it was the first time i discovered what an obsessive person was like and felt uncomfortable around a school mate

#3: lindsey

this is more about an obsessive girl than a stalker

this isn’t a long story but basically i had a crush on this guy in fifth grade who we’ll call asher and it turned out somehow (even though i wasn’t cute and was overweight at the time) he had a crush on me and liked me back. lindsey also had a crush on him (mind u i was not friends with her she only sat at my table). asher told me to keep it a secret that he liked me (most likely because i was fat and he was embarrassed idk why i even liked him but anyway) back then i was a loud mouth so i told lindsey. lindsey had shown obsession with me before like for example i remember one time she opened her camera roll in front of me and all of my instagram videos and pictures were in there. i thought it was a little weird but didn’t pay much mind to it until she copied a lot of my instagram posts captions word for word along with the same poses and this was not the only time she’d done something weird like that. anyway she proceeded to tell him during class that i told her he liked me and when i got mad she broke down crying and went on a huge rant saying “well i’m sorry that i’m not as pretty as u and that no boys like me like that and that ur so smart and have so many friends. i just was jealous of u and wanted to take it out on u i’m sorry”

this is lot even all of them either lol. i may have to make a part 2

#astrology #astrology blog #astrology chart #birth chart #astrology community #astro community #stalker #storytime

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accio-victuuri · 7 months

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Sugar Rush : October CPNs

This was an insane month to say the least, I’m not even exaggerating. Things happened that will go down in fandom history. Our detective skills in looking for places and trying to piece a story was tested and the clowning was at it’s peak. I would have to say that by far, this year, it’s this month that generated lots of noise. Both sides were just throwing sweets at us and we can’t even keep up.

It also proved once more the charm of turtle cpns and why context, history and time is important to fully enjoy a candy:

“The charm of turtle candy is that it is incomplete. It is not a one-time solution. You feel suspicious at the beginning, but you are more sure later, and then at some unknown moment in the future, you suddenly get it. The correct answer, everything forms a closed loop, it's so cool”

• YH poster for WYB is from a BJYX fansite

• On 10/1, there has been some talk about WYB’s hair hiding beneath his beanie when he arrived at the airport to Paris. People’s guess is that he is blonde. Some people are connecting it to the blonde character in the XZS vlog.

People are free to interpret this however they want, as a candy, it appears to ZZ giving us a clue as to WYB dyeing his hair. Personally tho, this person is a member of GG’s staff & his friend who also takes part in putting out the amazing materials we get. People particularly remembered one of them had blonde hair during MFW. Anyway, I understand why people are so happy about this & interpreting it the way they do and go ahead and it this if you want 🍭

It also doesn’t help that the character kinda looks like WYB in Paris which is some next level coincidence. I can’t even with this fandom.

• I’m adding this beautiful analysis of Pie @potteresque-ire about the Mid Autumn festival photos posted by our boys. It’s technically from last month but i already published it before I read this meta. It just gives more weight to the meaning of it aside from how it matches 🌙

• Mengniu exhibit with zz and wyb standees

• Camera/Leica CPN : This has actually become everyone’s favorite candy of the year. It started out so simple and almost like a galaxy brain sort of clowning but both sides ended up “confirming” what we speculated. I have talked about this at length and in different parts below :

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five

10/6, WYB continues to show off his camera. Almost all the photos in the set released by YBO, he is holding it, and there are falling cameras on Weibo in that post!!!! 📸

There is also this CPN on what WYB is taking a photo of and with people using google earth and comparing, they found out it’s the number 23. What a beautiful number. He really loves it! ♥️

• Same place, different times. This is so bittersweet to me. One day, they will get that Romantic Paris getaway together 🖤

• XZ 1005 birthday CPNs : one // two 🎂

• A photography studio shared a shot of GG for his bday and the kadian is 18:23. This same company also released a bday photo for WYB’s. They have worked with the boys a couple of time.

• The same description of something being like a film

• Glasswork art piece from France that could have been a gift and souvenir for GG

• Camping site and it’s connection to WYB selfie - At this point, there’s been so many “evidence” collected by bxgs and the most accurate date is really 8/14-8/15 that this “celebration” was done. There are also posts from people who visited the place and a motorcycle “parade” took place, so we know it’s a popular place to ride your moto. It’s one of the “services” they provide and looks like something that WYB took advantage of.

• Is one of the photographers yibo? 📸

• GG’s rope necklace and it’s meaning

• XZS birthday video taking some inspiration from a queer themed short film “we are animals”

• The camping trip was a team building of XZS and YBO?

• Both of them so sexy 🔥🔥🔥🔥

• 10/12 ZSWW rumor house & fake story content 🤍

• WYB’s 10/13 Selfie : part one / part two

• A galaxy brain cpn of XZS 10/13 post’s caption

• On 10/16, XZ released a tribute song which is government sponsored of course. In the past months, the go-to person we usually see singing for these causes is WYB and now it’s XZ. This is not exactly CPN, but i like the way that they are both people seen as positive influences and may be used to sing for certain events. Maybe one day they can do a duet? LOL.

• This one is so funny, there is an interview in a Taiwan TV show i guess. and the question was, “Talk about the general interests of gay men in Taiwan” ; the person answering is also gay and he said it’s : fitness, mountain climbing, raising cats, and Shiba Inu. 😂😂😂😂

LOL. Why does it remind us of two people? It’s so specific. Who have always wanted to raise both a car and a dog (shiba inu) and is currently loving fitness and mountain climbing. They might as well add camping on there 🤪🤪🤪

I don’t really believe in stereotypes and that there is a certain “checklist” that makes you gay or whatever— your interests are personal and what you enjoy. maybe you will be influenced by your environment but just do what you want. Tho I understand why this was so amusing to c-turtles cause they immediately thought of ZZ & WYB when they saw this.

• Even holding the camera is the same 😂✌🏼like a true photographer. Not acting all cute and using a camera to “pose” but actually using it.

• Updated mole signature by XZS

• XZS video x Bottled Joy Parallel. 🫶🏼 ; and the fact that Bobo’s is by Bottled Joy, a brand who is known to be BJYX bias ( allegedly ) . Tho this was most likely filmed before that XZS video. A happy coincidence. && This is the renewal we have been waiting for.

• Luoyang Tourism video uses a BGM of a song by ZZ

• BJYX and Skydiving 🪂

• 130 fake rumors compilation

• Wuzhen Day 3 Yibo shirt CPN ⛳️

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See you all next month for another round up! 💛

Previous Posts: Jan-June 2023 / July / August / September

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do

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mins-fins · 1 year

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love war — ricky shen

their relationship is.. complicated to say the least. it’s sort of a war in a way, one that the both of them clearly want to win.

tags :: ricky shen x m!reader , reader is also a yuehua trainee , takes place during ollie’s birthday , they’re both technically ollie's parents , ollie is their #1 fan

“how many gifts did you buy him, oh my god?”

zhang hao looks to his friend, eyes wide as he waits for an answer as to why there was a tower of gifts on the table for one boy.

y/n simply shrugs. “i saw a lot of cute things that reminded me of ollie, so i decided to get all of them for him” he answers, zhang hao stares like he’s crazy.

“how do you even afford this?” yujin asks, his eyebrow raised.

the l/n hums, smiling. “magic” he simply says, putting his hands behind his back. “and i also just want him to have a really good birthday”.

“you bought him an entire macy’s! n/n!”

the yell from zhang hao causes for ricky to snort, making y/n furrow his eyebrows in confusion. “where the hell did you come from?”

ricky simply shrugs. “magic”.

“oh, your making fun of me now? i see how it is, lovelicky” he crosses his arms, a feeling of fake betrayal in his heart.

ricky frowns, rolling his eyes. “how rude of you, y/n”.

zhang hao stares at the scene with judgement in his eyes. he looks to yujin, whose eating a kitkat bar. “god, they’re so stupid”.

ricky sighs. “i’m tired” he mumbles, about to leave only to be dragged back by y/n. he almost fell to the floor, holding onto his waist as a way to keep himself standing straight.

“come on, it’s ollie’s birthday, and plus, you’ve been sleeping too much these days” he replies, ignoring the glare he was receiving from ricky.

ricky blinks, still glaring at the smiling boy. “no need to glare, darling, i’m just looking out for you”.

“don’t call me that”.

says ricky as he conveniently has one of his arms around his waist.

“wow, i see how it is, you two are ignoring us now” zhang hao seethes. y/n sticks his tongue out, letting of ricky’s hand as he winks at him.

“your just gonna have to share the burden yujin, hao”.

zhang hao pouts, feeling like a third wheel.

“oh, ollie, your gifts are on the counter, it’s all for you” y/n states, pointing his finger towards the table with a tower full of gifts.

ollie gasps, his jaw basically dropping to the ground. “really!? thank you thank you, you’re the best, n/n!”

the liu jumps up, running towards the table as he stares at the insane amount of gifts. “ach! your spoiling him rotten, it’s all your fault, l/n!” gyuvin exclaims, shaking the boy crazily.

“at least ollie’s happy, right ollie?”

“yep!” he yells, putting a piece of cake in his mouth. the l/n laughs, finding the sight incredibly adorable. he ruffles the younger’s hair, completely enamored by him. “you’re so cute, baby ollie”.

“y/n seems like a parent to ollie, don’t you have a partner n/n?” yujin asks, his mouth full of even more chocolate as he waited for an answer.

y/n hums, thinking, averting his gaze towards ricky, who was at the other side of the room, talking to other guests. “i’m a single parent” he finally replies, taking a sip from the cup of coffee he had.

ollie chews again. “i want ricky to be my other parent!” the l/n chokes on the coffee, surprised by the bold words. ricky looks to ollie, hearing his name but not what the younger wanted him to hear.

“what? what did you just say?”

“why is your face so red?” ricky asks, confused by the whole situation. y/n just shakes his head, putting down the cup. “nothing! nothing ricky”.

ricky looks at him with raised eyebrows. he then just shrugs, putting his arm around the male's waist. “whatever you say..” he mumbles, y/n just sighs, copying his previous movement as he also put an arm around his waist. he glares, pretending to hate it, even though he didn’t.

“look at my parents being cute!”

ollie is apparently the #1 shipper of the two.

AUTHORS NOTE — guys i literally love ricky and ollie’s friendship!! VOTE FOR THEM

#ricky shen #boys planet #zhang hao #han yujin #liu tianyue #ricky x reader #kim gyuvin #male reader #ollie boys planet #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

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megamindsecretlair · 10 months

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Sit Still (Look Pretty), Part 3

Pairing: Nomad Steve x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. There is some making out, porn without plot, PIV unprotected (wrap it up!), fingering (fem receiving), cum play, breeding kink, possession kink, cursing. Mild age gap. Reader is late 20s and Steve is mid 30s. Part 3 of 3, final chapter babayyy!

Summary: AU where Steve was born in modern times but still received a serum in the army to make him a super soldier. He's moved in next door and has noticed you watching him. He's come back from a business trip and the only place he wants to be is with you.

Word Count: 3,528k

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A/N: Listen...I know. I got zooted and just kept writing. I have no excuses for myself. Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

Taglist: @namsey1987 @dayjlovesromance

Steve had been gone nearly three weeks and you were not taking it well. After he effectively made you his fuck doll, he disappeared. Well, that wasn’t fair. You texted all the time and called each other when he was done for the day.

You didn’t know what he did and he wasn’t allowed to tell you. You knew it was dangerous and you knew that the military valued him. As much as the military could value anyone.

You were going stir crazy. He made you feel alive. He had pinpointed something you held close to the vest for so long. He not only sniffed you out, he was able to deliver. And deliver more. And then he just left. Vanished. Poofed.

If you didn’t have such vivid memories, you’d think it was all a dream. Hell, it was starting to feel like one. Which was insane. You knew you sounded insane. But you were bordering on obsession at this point.

You needed to feel his lips on yours. His hands on your body. You needed to hear his filthy words. You needed to see that perfect face lost in your body. You needed to know that you affected him just as much as he affected you.

You didn’t know when he would be back. So there you were. On a Tuesday afternoon staring at your ceiling because nothing mattered anymore. You weren’t depressed. You weren’t that delusional. You just missed him so damn much.

Your parents had noticed a change in you. They often asked what was wrong with you and why you were so sullen all the time. You put on a fake smile every time they come near. It wasn’t like you could admit that you were in desperate need of being bent over and fucked out of your mind.

Your phone buzzed, pulling you out of your strange musings. You wanted to ignore it. But some divine intuition made you reach for it. Steve’s name flashed across the screen. Your heart flipped as you swiped to answer it.

“How’s my best girl?” Steve’s suave voice was like music to your ears. You grinned like an idiot and flipped over in bed.

“Good. Been busy, you?”

“Missing you.”

You giggled. “Steve…”

“Tell me you miss me,” he said.

“You know I do,” you said. You couldn’t stop grinning. You knew that he couldn’t see you and you were silently thankful for it. You looked like an idiot.

“I want to hear the words,” he said. There was shuffling on his end and then the sound of a door closing. He must have made it back to his hotel room early.

“I miss you, Steve.” You added extra sugar to your voice and Steve chuckled.

“Brat. What are you doing?” He asked.

“Getting ready to hang with friends,” you lied. You couldn’t very well tell him that you didn’t want to do anything at the moment but sulk. Sulk and remember the feeling of him all over your body.

“Look out of your window.”

You froze. Surely…surely not. You scrambled out of your bed and threw back your curtains. Across the way, Steve stood in his bedroom window and waved to you. You shrieked.

“When did you get back? Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked. You placed your hand on your window as if you could reach out and touch him. You couldn’t believe that he was there, just a short distance away.

The persistent ache in your chest eased up at the sight of him. It was unnatural to miss someone this much, but you did. You missed him desperately.

“Wanted to surprise you. Get your ass over here,” Steve’s voice dropped to a sultry whisper.

You loosed a breath and grinned. He did not have to tell you twice. You turned and threw on a pair of shorts and a shirt. You realized too late that you stood at the window in your bra and panties. Well hell. He saw more than that weeks ago.

“Don’t you dare change that sexy outfit either.” Steve hung up the phone and it only excited you more.

You ran downstairs and slipped on your sandals. “Where are you rushing off to?” Your mom caught you by the front door. She emerged from the kitchen with glasses around her neck. She looked you up and down and you thanked your lucky stars that she couldn’t see you blush.

“Friends. We’re probably going to head to the mall or something. I’ll text if I catch something with them,” you said.

Two for two on lying. You wished that you felt guilty but you just didn’t. You were bouncing as you stood there. Heat and desire suffused you. You knew you were in for a naughty treat and you didn’t need your mom knowing that the neighbor was ruining her baby girl.

Your mom tilted her head as she looked at you. “I’m glad you seem a bit happier. For real this time. You know I’m here if you ever want to talk,” she said.

“I know, mom. I’m fine. Swear.” You gave her your best smile. She still side eyed you but waved you away. What harm could you get into in Bumfuck, Suburbia? It was a major reason why they moved here in the first place. They didn’t want to worry about you hanging out with friends or being gone all night in less than savory neighborhoods.

You waved as well and headed out of the front door. You quickly skipped past the porch, across the lawn, and over to Steve’s house. Before you could knock, Steve opened the door and smiled at you. He yanked you into the house.

No sooner had the door closed, did he push you against it and crash his lips against you. His hands gripped your waist and pulled you flush against his hard dick. You gasped and the sensation. That allowed him to sweep his tongue inside and deepen the kiss.

Your hands came up to play with the hair at his nape. His hair had grown out a bit making him look wilder, more unkempt. His beard was thicker and it tickled your cheeks but you were too busy being kissed out of your mind.

His kisses grew desperate. He pushed until your back hit the door. His hands wrapped around you and squeezed your ass. He growled low in his throat. He trailed his lips across your jaw, your cheek, your eye, and then dipped to your neck.

“I really missed you, sweetheart,” he murmured against your neck.

“I really fuckin’ missed you, too.”

He rested his forehead against yours and huffed. You rubbed your hands along his massive arms, back, and thin waist. It was criminal how slutty his waist was. You needed to remember him all over again. Every plane and dip of his body. You needed to re-learn all of his looks and smiles.

“Upstairs. Now.” He leaned back far enough for you to scoot from under him. You scurried to the stairs and a swift smack to your ass made you cry out. “Not fast enough.”

You stuck your tongue out at him as you nearly ran up the stairs. Steve thundered behind you, taking the stairs two at a time for your every one step. Your heart pounded in your chest. Pretty soon, it would burst through and run down the street.

Your head felt light. You were equal parts dizzy and free. He spun your head around and you only wanted more.

You didn’t know where he wanted you to go. So far, he’d only fucked you in his office. You hesitated at the top of the stairs. Steve grabbed you by the waist once more and picked you up.

You yelped. You slapped at his arms as he threw you over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. “Steve! Put me down!”

You bounced a little as he carried you to a room. You had a perfect view of his ass as it moved in his tight jeans. You were too busy holding on to his belt to properly smack him back. He, however, smacked yours. His big hands caressed your thighs and you clenched painfully. Your thighs tingled. He hadn’t even done anything yet.

“Are you scared?” He asked.

“Yes! This is…”

Steve flipped you and threw you onto a bed. You bounced and steadied yourself with your hands. You looked at him as he grinned at you.

“I will pick you up whenever…” He leaned down and kissed your calf. “Wherever…” He kissed your knee. “However…” He kissed your thigh. “I damn well please.” He used his nose to lift your shirt and kissed your belly, right on your stretch marks.

You sighed and played with his hair. “Don’t tease me, Steve. Not today,” you said.

He smirked at you and placed more kisses on your tummy. “Afraid not, sweetheart. I have been dreaming of getting back in between your thighs, so I’m going to take my time.”

Your mouth dropped open and your hands stopped their searching. “Steve…”

He chuckled softly. “I’ve been gone a long time. I need to enjoy this. Just like I know you need to enjoy this. So let me,” he said. He trained those deep blue eyes on you. A faint smile curved his lips.

“Okay,” you said and smiled.

His grin was like the first ray of dawn. It lit up his whole face. Your answering smile made his eyes dip slowly. “You can say no at any time. Only say it and I will,” he said.

You nodded. “I know. I want this,” you said.

If possible, his smile only grew. He stood up and looked down at you. You were able to see more of the room. His room was still in progress but it already felt so much like him. There weren’t a lot of frivolous things on his dresser or bookshelf.

His cover was soft but practical. It was a deep blue and incredible to the tough. The mattress was a little stiff but not horrible. You rubbed your hands over it as you looked back at Steve. You had one leg down and one leg up on the bed. He grabbed your ankle of the leg that was up and pulled.

“I gotta inspect you first,” he said.

“What?” That caught you so off guard that you cricked your neck glancing at him.

“I’ve been gone a long time, sweetheart. I gotta make sure you followed my directions,” he said.

Oh god. He was serious about that. When he left without saying a word, you woke up to a text saying that you weren’t allowed to get yourself off or let any other man near you. You had laughed. He couldn’t be serious. Sure, you liked the way he manhandled you, but that rubbed against the grain.

But no, he was serious. So serious, that he called immediately and demanded that you not touch yourself. Like…at all. And baby. You were so frustrated. You felt like you’d die if you didn’t get filled up with something.

Steve began to trail his fingers up and down your legs. When he rubbed the underside of your thighs, you whimpered. You bit your lip. Steve’s eyes seemed to grow edgier. He narrowed them as he continued to glide his fingers on your bare legs.

It was so quiet in the room, that you heard how loud and desperate you were getting. You probably looked pathetic. You gripped your shorts. It was a mixture of wanting to cry and wanting to laugh from the sensation.

“Please, don’t. Don’t tease me. I followed your directions,” you said.

“How do I know that for certain? You could’ve been a bad girl,” he said. He reached for your shorts and unbuttoned them. He pulled them roughly over your thick thighs.

You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Steve opened your legs as far as they would go. He looked at your lacy white panties. No garters this time. You couldn’t stand anything more than a simple set for the past few weeks.

Between the heat and lack of sex, you were stuck in the middle of uncomfortable and turned on.

You shook your head. “I swear. I listened,” you said.

“You still have to prove it, sweetheart,” he said.

There was nothing you could say to change his mind. You were at his whim and it didn’t frighten you. It should. It definitely should but it didn’t.

Still holding your knees open, he leaned down and sniffed your pussy. You gasped at finally getting some stimulation. You were incredibly sensitive. He pressed his nose in, rubbing you up and down through your panties. You sighed and moaned. You tossed your head back and forth and dug your nails into his covers.

“I need more,” you whined.

“I know what you need.” He kissed your pussy and you moaned again. He kissed his way up your center. He kissed your tummy. He licked certain areas and bit in other places. The alternating pain and tickles drove you insane.

He skirted his fingers down your side before he moved it down to your aching cunt. You whined as he rubbed you outside of your panties. It felt good, sure, but you needed more. You needed direct contact.

You tapped pathetically at his arm. “I need more,” you said.

“It’s my inspection, sweetheart. You’ll get what I want you to get,” he said.

You cried again and writhed under his excellent fingers. He increased his pressure and you started mumbling and making noises. You got so, so close.

Steve stalled his fingers and pressed into your clit. “No, no, no no,” you cried. Fuck, you were so close. Just a little more.

“Shhh,” Steve said. He moved his hand up and pushed on your lower tummy. It flipped and you breathed through it. Steve breathed with you and you stared into his eyes as you came down.

Steve leaned back when you had calmed down and looked at you. “You’ve made a mess in your panties, sweetheart,” his voice rumbled in his chest.

Your aching pussy clenched and you cried a bit. “Please, Steve. I was good. I swear,” you pleaded.

You needed to cum right this second. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

He sat up and tugged on your panties until they were past your feet. He gripped your thighs in his big hands and spread you. He looked his fill at your wet pussy. You were leaking down your ass cheek.

He just sat there, looking at the way you clenched around nothing. Your body was electric. Heat suffused you. Your desire continued a slow trail out of you. You couldn’t stand it anymore.

Steve ran his index finger through your damp curls. He moved his finger until he spread you and swiped at your pussy. You bucked off of the bed. You were not prepared for that simple little motion.

Your nub was hard as he slid his finger through your folds. You cried out and bit your lip. The painful bite paled in comparison to the magic Steve was working with his fingers. Pressure built in your lower belly as your legs began to shake.

“Have you touched yourself since I’ve been gone, sweetheart?”

“Whaa?” You couldn’t concentrate on his voice and concentrate on getting off. You didn’t know how much longer you could last through this torture. You’d give up the nuclear codes if it meant that he would just let you cum.

“Did you touch what was mine?” He asked.

“No, I swear.” Your throat burned from how hard you were panting. Your fingers twisted in his covers.

He slid his finger inside of you with no warning. He hummed as if he was satisfied with how you squeezed his fingers. He slid another one in and you dropped your mouth open. “You can take more than that,” he said. He pushed a third finger into you and you grinded on his fingers. He stretched you so well.

“That’s it,” he said. He coached you through taking his fingers. He told you when to slow down and when to speed up. He encouraged you to fuck his fingers and prove how good you were for him.

“Ohhh,” you repeated over and over. Desire pooled in your tummy. You squeezed his fingers. “That’s my girl. Just like that, sweetheart.”

It was the ‘sweetheart’ that did you in. You came with a fierce moan and clamped down on his fingers. Your eyes crossed as you shook and jerked. Steve continued to move his fingers into you.

“That’s my girl. You’re so fucking pretty when you cum,” he said. He stared at you and the pretty faces you were making for him.

You panted as you came down. Sweat clung to your body. Your harsh breath blew across your damp stomach. When he was satisfied, he pulled his fingers out of you and licked his fingers. You cried at this sight. His hand glistened with your slick and you cried again.

“I want to keep going, but I need to cum in that pussy.”

“Fuck, yes, Steve.” You whined and turned doe eyes on him.

Steve yanked at his sweatpants and pulled them off in one go. His tank top went next. He snapped it on the floor. He climbed onto the bed and used his big thighs to push your legs back.

You had a proper ache beginning in your back but you didn’t care. You were about to have the ride of your life.

Steve grabbed his thick cock and glided it through your wet arousal. He circled your clit with it and you licked your lips. Fuck, why did that feel so good?

No more games. You hiked your legs onto his waist and he pushed at your entrance. He kept going, pushing into you. You brought your hand up to push against him. He felt too good. You dug your nails into his chest and he grunted.

“Steve…oh god,” you said. You didn’t know what you were trying to say but pleasure robbed you of speech. It robbed you of thinking clearly.

He kept pushing in until he bottomed out and you both groaned out. He collapsed on top of you as if he couldn’t support himself anymore. He groaned and bit your titty through your shirt.

“Fuck, I missed this sweet pussy,” he groaned into your ear. “Oh fuck,” he continued.

You bit at his shoulder as he twitched inside of you. You squeezed his dick and made him groan again. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he said.

He pushed himself up and off to the side. He lifted your shirt and palmed your breasts through your bra. He lowered each cup and began to lick on your left nipple. He moaned as he laved at it with the flat of his tongue. With each swipe, you felt more desire in your belly. You clenched his dick and he groaned.

He started to move. You were so wet, he almost had a hard time staying in. He began to stroke you deep and hard and slow.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuuck,” you moaned.

He switched to your other nipple and paid it the same attention he did the other one. He nipped at your nipple and you jerked beneath him.

“Let me hear it, sweetheart. Give me one more,” he said. He twitched his hips and reached a spot hidden deep within you.

You cried out soundlessly and stared agape at him. You grabbed at his chest leaving thin red streaks in his skin.

“Breathe, sweetheart. Breath for me,” he said. He hit that deep spot over and over. You stared into his eyes as he smiled patiently and adoringly at you.

“You feel so good. And you’ve been such a good girl for me. Taking all of me. I’m so proud of you,” he said.

“Fuuuuck,” you screamed as you came. The way your thighs locked Steve to you, made him tense as he came deep within you. Hot jets of his come squirted inside of you. You felt it all. You felt so full and blissed out. You closed your eyes and rode your orgasm silently. He had fucked all of the breath out of you.

“I missed you, sweetheart. I missed this pussy too. Stay with me tonight,” he said.

“What?” You croaked out.

“Stay with me. I’m gonna need to reassert my place right here,” he said and stroked you again.

“Steve, please. I can’t. No more,” you pleaded.

“Say you’ll stay. I’ve got three weeks worth of load to fill you up with.” He pushed in and out of you with a slow glide so that you felt every inch of him. Every ridge and vein.

“Fuck, yes. Yes, I’ll stay.”

Your eyes were turning watery. You blinked up at him and his cocky smile. “That’s my girl,” he said. And he took you again until you were dizzy with pleasure and making sure the whole neighborhood heard how Steve was tearing you apart.

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jennawynn · 3 months

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Chronotrek TNG Part 2

Season 1 Ep 8- Season 2 Ep 1

I didn't do a very good job of keeping notes for most of this (and I might not until I'm Actually Watching again vs having it on while I work).

"There can be no justice so long as laws are absolute." More "woke garbage" that conservatives (and shatner) missed the first time around, I guess lmao.

16- Why not just cast actual old people-- oh, it's another de-aging plot. Carry on.

17- Knowing that Frakes had a back injury makes it really easy to spot. Poor guy.

23- ok ffs, if the captain calls down to Engineering, it's because he needs to know something, probably quickly. you don't delay that by giving him your full first, middle initial, last name and title when you answer the phone, you just say "Engineering".

Skipping things and doing them by hand because the _computer_ is too slow?? Are you INSANE?? It's amazing these ships don't blow up more.

RIP Yar. Does everyone just... record themselves saying goodbye to everyone just in case? brb gonna go write a letter then make sure never to update it so the things i say will be weirdly out of context.

25- Data trying to understand jokes and faking laughter is A+, no notes, I totally see why he is the autistic posterchild.

"no logs" except those needed for the narrative I guess.

Still cutting from close-ups to wide angle, from the back, stunt fight shots, huh? Even more jarring in this one with how frequently it cuts back and forth so the old admiral can kick riker in the chin.

And Season 2's opener... I have a few feelings about this one.

1- the captain outing troi's pregnancy to everyone... nice tact, cap. but the hilarious part is that he's like Picard- Counselor Troi is pregnant Riker- no reaction Picard- She's going to have a baby. Riker- :shocked_pikachu: A BABY?! yes, Riker, that's what pregnant means.

I hate pregnancy storylines (and apparently Troi's actress did too, or at least this was listed on IMDB as her least favorite ep)

I do not like the new doctor. Maybe it's bias bc I saw something about how Beverly was removed bc the actress fought against the sexist storyline last season, but she makes a mockery of Data's 'bruised feelings' when he corrects her pronunciation of his name (One is my name, the other is not.) and when he leaves, she has the parting blow of 'Day-ta. Whatever.' like his feelings, his NAME, don't matter to her. There was something else too, but I didn't write it down and now I've forgotten. She's just... grating on me for some reason.

However, the highlight of this episode is Worf volunteering to 'tuck Wesley in at night.' It was a cute scene about making sure that Wesley doesn't feel isolated if he stays onboard without his mom, that he still has people to act as his family aboard, looking out for him and acknowledging that even if he is an acting ensign, he's still a child.

#chronotrek #star trek #the next generation

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nerves-nebula · 1 year

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Out of curiosity, what would the teetle's favourite amusement park/fair rides be? Part of me thinks Donnie would be more for like, the big spinning swing rides bc its kinda like flying and its also a p chill ride.

The other part of me thinks He'd go on a drop tower bc Leo dared him and it unlocked something unhealthy in his brain that gets him addicted to thrill rides (close to death) so he goes after the sling shots and the insane coasters.

I also feel like if Mikey and Leo get into one of those teacup rides TOGETHER anyone else with them needs out because itll be the 1 (One) Cooperation Time because of their shared goal: Go spinny fast weee weee go so fast go until anyone else with them is hanging on for dear life if someone wouldnt get nauseous from just watching its not fast enough gogogogo.

Why is no one at this amusement park bothering these turtle kids??? Uhhhhh next question dont worry about it.

*has never been to a real amusement park*

i could not even begin to answer this. i dont really see the pleasure in any of these kinds of rides. if i wanted to feel like i was dying i'd call my parents and that doesn't even cost me anything.

yeah so because i don't like amusement park rides, this is something i'd have to think about for a while to figure out the answer to and honestly im not up for that right now.

edit- monster anon has come up with their own theories so im sharing it here:

For that fair park question I can absolutely answer it because I love tiny obscure things that seem completely random but ultimately help build the characters.

First they probably wouldn’t get to go to an amusement park until they’re way older. Mikey and Leo would be hyper competitive with each other over the games and have to take frequent trips to the car to put prizes away and come back.

Raph I feel would be more of a water park guy and even then be more into the lazy river than any high speed rides UNLESS Casey was there. In that case, they’d both be riding all the highest speed rides to see who can ride the most without getting dizzy/vomiting.

Donnie would probably love the 3d fake-coasters that just take you around and shake the cart to make you think it’s dipping and dropping.

There’s also competitive shooter-type coasters that aren’t overwhelmingly fast that I feel they’d all get on to try to see who could get the most points.

They all try park food. Donnie can’t stand any of it because the textures are bad, Mikey gets sick on churros, Leo buys overpriced pizza that makes his stomach upset, and Raph snacks through the whole day without any real “meals”.

#nnstuff #ask #teenage mutant neglected turtles

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ratherbefangirling · 8 months

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Random poll fic

1 / Two

Winning vote : Yes

Winning member :Jimin

So it's not just me who likes the idea of vmin fighting over a girl 😳 🤔

Taehyung grabs your hand.

"Come on angel."

"Do you usually pick up girls like this?" You asks half curious.

"No. I don't but I found out my girlfriend was cheating on me for a quote 'richer man' and I was going to propose to her and reveal I was the 'richer man'"

You feel a little sorry for him.

"That's sad but marrying because you're heartbroken might not be the best idea."

"Look at this you're already better than I expected. I think we'll make a good couple the sane you and insane me."

"Still Taehyung.. like isn't this too fast?"

"How long does it take for a disaster to strike?"

"Moments?"

"Then why can't you find your soulmate and marry them?'

"Wait are you implying that I'm your soulmate?'

"Yes."

"But how do you know that?"

"Ok let's test it then."

"How?"

"How much does your ring cost?"

"1555.4 dollars"

(I'm using usd because Korean won is too confusing and I guess its the international currency?)

"Do you know how much this ring costs?"

"How much 7777 dollars"

"That can't be it."

" I can show it to you. The receipt. That's exactly 5 times... but how do you even remember the decimal prize?"

"My mom wouldn't stop quoting it."

He laughs and its such a rich laugh.

Someone crashes into you.

You look up.

"Y/n." Its your bestfriend who you secretly pine over.

"Jiminie."

"What are you doing? .... who is this?"

"Her lover." Taehyung answers cheekily.

"Hold on. What? You mean that ring is not a fake and you actually had a secret boyfriend?"

"Why were you here Jimin I thought you couldn't make it?" You say not so subtly changing the subject.

"I was at the meeting and it ended so I drove here hoping I'd find you. You weren't answering your phone so I got worried. I might have gotten a speeding ticket or two. But I couldn't let my favourite girl spend her night alone." Jimin replies.

And your heart fluttered a little as you watched him run a hand through his hair. His tie was loosened and the front buttons of his shirt were open.

He always made you a little breathless. Your jimin.

You met each other in highschool. You had transferred. So you didn't have much chance to make any friends. Jimin and you were placed in the same group for a project and you clicked and you've been through thick and thin together and even though you know him and his nefarious ways your crush hasn't disappeared. You enjoy being his favourite girl.

Taehyung hands you his number.

"Call me angel." He says and disappears.

"What was that?" Jimin asks their is a note of displeasure in his tone.

You laugh a little at the crazy turn of events.

"Possibly my fiance."

"What?" The shock on his face is cute. "When why? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just met him."

"I think I'm the reckless one in this relationship. Please Y/n seriously are you actually being... yOu juSt meT hIm."

"Calm down. He thinks we're soulmates. I think that's sweet." You say.

"You cant" Jimin pouts.

"I can." You say."I'm single and he looks like he can afford my high maintainence life style."

"You can't marry for money." Jimin says.

"I mean it's because he's interesting. I think no day would be boring with him."

"But what about me?"

"You'll still be my bestfriend."

"What if I want more?"

"Don't play around Jimin."

"I'm not. I'm serious. I just wanted to get that promotion then shit. I was planning to ask you to be my girlfriend."

"That can't be real."

"It is. I promise. I should have done it sooner but I was too scared to loose you. You don't have to answer now just call me ok... I'll be waiting. "

He drops you home. Kissing your forehead before he leaves.

He's so cute wanna chomp his cheekies

#poll fic #bts x reader #bts poll #bts fluff #bts au #bts #bts fanfic #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader

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starsfic · 1 year

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Valentine’s Week- Day 1, Part 3

Summary: Wukong needs Pigsy to cook something for him. (Peachbun, fluff.)

"And why would I do this for you?"

Wukong doesn’t even pause, the bastard. "Because you love me."

Pigsy turns to glare at his partner, the words Not enough o n his tongue. Instead, he comes face to face with Wukong’s puppy eyes. They’re not that good compared to Qi Xiaotian’s puppy eyes, but they’re still big and wide and full of pleading, so much that Pigsy breaks with a “Fine."

Wukong brightens with a cheerful “Yay!” He pulls out a card that Pigsy takes and has to squint at. Wukong’s handwriting is messy and, even worse, switches between Mandarin and Middle Chinese as if the memory of these apricot cakes seized him mid-word. There is an awkward little chuckle from above. “Sorry, I got a little excited.” Called it.

“It’s fine.” Pigsy hands back the recipe card. “I’m just gonna need your help for it.” He feels more than sees Wukong grin as he turns to grab what they’ll need. Footsteps scamper away and when he turns back, the ingredients are arranged on the counter.

Pigsy doesn’t pause.

Wukong reads the recipe and Pigsy works. Occasionally Wukong will get stuff ready to pour or sift, his tail happily wagging. Pigsy can’t help his own happy noises at the cute sight even if what they’re doing is totally insane.

When the cakes are placed in the steamer, he has to ask.

“Why couldn’t you make these for DBK yourself?” Pigsy leans against the counter to stare at his partner. His chef senses are niggling at him to clean up, but his curiosity stomps down. He knows Wukong has a weird urge to try and mend bridges between him and his former sworn brother. “I’ve seen you cook. You’re halfway decent.”

“Wow,” Wukong straightens, a real smile tugging on his lips instead one of those stupid fake grins. “Halfway decent. What a compliment.”

“You know what I mean.” Pigsy grabs a towel. The need to be busy has begun to eat at him and he answers it. “Why didn’t you just cook for DBK yourself?”

Wukong shrugs. “Figured that if I made it, he would smash it.” That…sounds reasonable. With the tone of complete relaxation, however, it sounds horrifying at how casual his partner tells it. “At least his wife likes your cooking.”

“...I like your cooking.”

“I like your cooking too!”

Pigsy isn’t sure how to say what he means. Before he can, the steamer beeps and then they’re more concerned with packing up the cakes.

(Pigsy makes a note to make these again.)

#my writing #Peachpig #Peachbun #Sun Wukong #Pigsy #LMK #Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid

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truly-morgan · 8 months

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[Adult Mob with a 9-to-5 job and his exorcist adventure]

Shigeo Kageyama | Mob Psycho 100 20-03-2023

Now @unashamedfully made me have brain worms

But Mob ends up having a normal and boring 9-to-5 job, even tho he still helps Reigen from time to time with spirits.

and every time coworkers ask him what he did on the weekend and he answers honestly with stuff like:

"I travelled to Fishing City to go to a house near the sea so I could exterminate some evils spirit that was haunting the place since my shisho needed help"

and everyone is either "😃" because wtf senpai or "🤨😒" because they believe that he's lying or crazy

And it is always like this, no one actually believes that he does any of this. Shigeo Kageyama, one of the most normal dudes in their department, playing exorcist for a shisho he keeps mentioning?

yeah, sure.

but they still listen because it's entertaining.

but then I had two routes here.

Someone who is stuck with what they believe to be a spirit and although everyone says that Kageyama-senpai is lying about his story or has to be insane, they still ask him for help, and they are ready to take a gamble for that.

sweet old Mob who accepts because why would he ever reject someone in help? When they end work he follows them home and takes a look at their apartment.

Sure enough, a spirit had been bothering his kohai and taking care of it for them. The spirit has gotten stronger from feeding on them for so long, but it's obviously nothing Mob cannot deal with, he has seen a lot worse.

He does apologise for all the stuff that ended up knocked to the floor as he replace everything in their place.

Lill' Kohai who is dumbfounded by what just happened, barely managing to say that it's nothing at all really.

they aren't sure if what happened was all true, but sure enough, all the weird event and feeling weirdly exhausted even after sleeping properly is gone.

now Kageyama-senpai always has someone listening to him like "😲🤩" when he talks about what he does of work with Reigen-Shisho.

Maybe they also try to make the other stop slandering him like that, what he says is true!! But everyone thinks that poor Kohai is gullible.

but it's okay because they know, and if anyone seems to be having a similar problem they are ready to refer Kageyama-senpai for help.

or 2-

Someone who wanna "catch Kageyama-senpai being fake" and asks for help about evil spirits.

They take him to an abandoned building where they planted speakers and stuff like this to pretend there's a ghost. And when Kageyama-senpai will pretend to exorcise something they are gonna reveal everything.

Only, Kageyama-senpai doesn't react much, and makes his way around the place while they follow him. They try pushing him to say something, but Mob simply says that he doesn't feel any spirits, but he'll keep looking.

He does follow all the weird sounds and all the weird movements, but he doesn't pretend to be an exorcist.

The college loses sight of him for a moment, only to see him reappear and continue searching. then after so long of just searching around Kageyama-senpai turns to them as he checks the time on his phone. "There's nothing in here AA-san, Maybe what you saw was someone playing inside of some animal who got in"

and the college isn't sure what to say. After all this time looking around, he isn't going to show off his "exorcist talents"?!? But there was plenty that could have convinces so.

"But I am certain there was something here and people say there is a ghost here" they try to push.

Meanwhile, Mob is already making his way out.

"Sometimes ghost stories are just that, ghost stories," Mobs says.

And then, just before he exits the room, "Oh and AA-san, it's not very nice to fake a place being haunted just to trick people". Then Mob is out, leaving them alone in the very normal abandoned building.

I can imagine Mob eating ramen with Reigen a couple of days later and retelling that story and Reigen is just like "I can't believe people would fake it just to trick you and make you lose your time"

Original

#tweet archive #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #shigeo kageyama #exorcism #out of office hours #these kohai really need to respect kageyama senpai #I started working on a polished version of this one #will prolly post it one day if I manage to finish it ＿|￣|○

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Teacher’s Pet - Part 5

(Dewey Finn x Reader)

Hello my darlings! How are you all doing?! I hope all is well. It feels so surreal to be back after all this time with a new chapter, but here we are! I’m so glad I was inspired to come back to this story. I really want to complete it because you’ve all been so wonderful supporting it throughout all this time, even with no updates in sight. I’m very happy to share this new chapter with you and I hope you’ll all enjoy it. Please let me know what you think!

Oh, a little technical detail: reading back through all the previous chapters, I realized I’ve completely messed up the story timeline I set up after part 1. The concert and graduation were supposed to be just a few days after part 1, but since I ended up writing much more than I had expected that timeline didn’t work anymore. So, just to clarify: all I’ve done is I’ve expanded the time frame of the entire story from a few days to a couple of months. It shouldn’t impact the storyline much, but I wanted to make sure I specified it. That’s all. I missed writing Dewey so much! So, without further ado… Onward we go with part 5! Enjoy!

Warning: 🔥🔥🔥

Teacher’s Pet - Part 5

“You seriously need to keep quiet right now.” “Make me.” “Keep teasing me with that mouth of yours and see where that gets you -” “…Is that a threat or a promise?” You cock an eyebrow meaningfully, but a far off voice suddenly interrupts the conversation. “Dewey? Dewey! They’re ready for us on stage!” “Oh, crap! Why do I keep following you and your insane ideas…?!” Dewey rolls his eyes, sighing dramatically while you grin to yourself. It was your “fault”, naturally. Like always. Even though you prefer to think of it as taking initiative. What harm was there in having a little bit of fun…right?

❤️

After all, you knew Dewey needed a break. It was two days before graduation and the day before the big end of year concert. You’d been stuck at sound check for the last three hours. Between the chatter, the cacophony of instruments, the out of tune mics, the backstage frenzy and the other students’ performance anxiety, you could tell he was losing his mind. So, you’d made an executive decision and had casually announced you were going to the bathroom for a quick break, throwing Dewey a meaningful glance over your shoulder that clearly said “Follow me.” It hadn’t taken long for you to find a little secluded space in the backstage area settled behind a line of metal instrument cases, partially covered by two heavy black curtains. It had taken even less for Dewey to join you and immediately start ravishing you with kisses, gripping onto your body as he let off some steam. You knew he’d needed that, and felt absolutely no guilt at all for bringing him there.

❤️

“Because you fucking love it?” You smirk provocatively to answer his question, sliding your hands smoothly down the lapels of his jacket. Before he can reply, you tilt your face and wantonly lock your lips with his once more, pushing yourself against his body while caressing his abdomen. Dewey moans into your mouth in response, struggling to pull away. He mutters your name under his breath, trying to sound admonishing.

“We have to get back on stage - everybody’s waiting for us -” he sounds slightly anxious, but you keep interrupting him with kisses, “- They’re gonna notice - we’re the only ones missing - They’re gonna start - looking for us -” “I know, I know…” you reply, pulling away from him for a moment with a fake apologetic expression on your face.

Dewey looks at you questioningly as he catches his breath and tries to tidy himself up. Your eyes turn mischievous as you lean forward once more, placing your mouth against his ear. “But you’re so sexy when you’re on stage,” you whisper, your lips brushing against his earlobe, “You make me so wet just looking at you.”

Dewey groans audibly, clearly struggling to contain himself. Just then, you hear someone else call your name too and you know it’s definitely time to go. You talk a big game, but the last thing you want is for someone to discover you. You grin in satisfaction, feeling you’ve won yet another round of the continuous teasing game between the two of you, and turn around to leave…. when suddenly Dewey’s hand clamps around your forearm. He pulls you back against him, pushing himself flush against you and lowering his head to whisper in your ear, “Keep playing this game and see what happens…”

You can’t help it. Casting a cocky glance behind your shoulder, you murmur back, “Oooh…but Mister Schneebly, I’m just being a good girl for you.” Dewey inhales sharply. Touché, you think to yourself. You feel his grip on you tighten, but before he can do anything else you hear the stage manager call his name again, this time sounding much closer. Far too close. In a flash, you feel Dewey’s mouth leave one last lingering kiss beneath your ear, his voice warning you to count to ten before following him. Then he lets go of you and steps out from your little hiding spot. You hear him respond to the manager, making up some shitty excuse about the heat and having to take a break in the shade and wondering where the fresh water bottles were. You giggle to yourself, waiting an appropriate amount of seconds before following in his steps and joining the others back on stage.

❤️

The final rehearsals are in full swing. Say what you will against Horace Green, but even since they won the Battle of the Bands the school board has really invested in the school’s performances - in every sense of the word. The big stage is set up in the school’s huge rugby field that had therefore been transformed into an outdoor arena for the occasion. There are trucks unloading lights and set pieces, technicians walking around the stage, as well as an entire backstage crew dealing with costumes, makeup, instruments and microphones… And of course, all of the performers including the school band, the singers, a couple of music assistants, and last but not least, Dewey Finn himself. You head for the front of the stage where the rest of your band mates are sitting. As soon as you get back to your seat your best friend - who also happens to be a part of the band - eyes you questioningly. You brush it off with a slight frown and a wave of your wrist, pretending you’d had to deal with something silly and annoying. She shrugs it off and resumes talking with the others and you force yourself to get back into the conversation as well.

You make the terrible mistake of crossing Dewey’s eyes for a moment as he’s walking across the stage, reading a list the stage manager has just handed to him. He slowly lowers his eyes to subtly glance down at your bare legs, and it sends a jolt of pleasure running down your thighs. As much as you hate giving in to his teasing, you have to break eye contact for your own sake. You self consciously cross your legs, trying to pull your skirt lower. Then you look back up just in time to see Dewey smirk to himself and you almost curse out loud. He got you this round. Damn it!

Before you can mentally dwell on the matter any further they call your band on stage. Oh, great, you think to yourself. Just what you need in this state: more of Dewey doing his Rock God thing. As close as possible to you, of course. Perfect. Just perfect!

You grab your guitar and start tuning it, pretending to be extremely concentrated as the others take their places and Dewey strolls past you, clearing his throat as he sets up his mic stand. You keep your focus, determined not to give in again. Fortunately everybody gets into place quickly and the music starts playing. You have to stand to Dewey’s left throughout the song, just a step behind him... which means you get a perfect front row view of him as he sings. And sure enough, the bastard seems to really enjoy himself as he puts on a particularly energetic performance, radiating a mixture of power, talent and goddamn sex appeal that makes you fuck up a couple of notes.

You’re almost certain nobody else notices - after all, the whole band’s used to seeing Dewey put on a show like he does. But you certainly can’t ignore the way he casually glances behind him to look at each musician, allowing his eyes to linger on you just a second too longer…or how he turns around to strut across the stage, casually twirling in front of you….or how he hits the higher notes with that growl in his voice that he knows drives you crazy.

You try to act as cool and uncaring as possible, returning each of his stares with equal fervour and deciding to equally oh-so-casually step up closer to him at the mic mid song, thrusting your hip out as you dive into your solo and throwing your head back as you play. You can feel his eyes on you as you rock your hips side to side and swish your head back and forth, before looking up at him from under your lashes as you finish. He almost risks skipping a beat - literally - but quickly snaps out of it.

You smugly step back to your place as the band finishes the song. The rest of the students clap and cheer for you. Dewey takes a bow, the sweat running down the sides of his face, strands of his hair glued to his cheeks. He motions for the rest of the band to step forward to receive their applause and you obediently follow your friends to the front of the stage. It’s still just a rehearsal, but everyone - including the backstage crew - seems to have stopped doing what they were doing to applaud you. Dewey turns around, beaming.

“All right!” He cheers, pumping the air with his fist, “Awesome job you guys, that was amazing!” The rest of the band joins in his cheering. “Now,” he adds, raising his hands to quiet everyone down as he catches his breath, “We’re going to have to leave the stage to the choir because they have a limited time slot to rehearse, so just get your stuff and sit back down for a moment. They should be done in half an hour, so take a break but don’t lose your focus, because we’re going straight into tech after this and trust me, it’s gonna be a looong night if we’re not on our A game. All right, beat it!” He jokingly shoos everyone away, “I gotta go wash up before I melt here!”

And with that he leaves the stage. As you gather your guitar you exchange happy smiles with your band mates, complimenting one another and keeping up the hype. Then you decide to head to the little relax area set backstage to grab a drink and maybe a little snack while you wait. You leave your guitar in its case on the side of the stage and make your way through the heavy velvet curtains between the wings…. When suddenly you feel someone pull you backward, and for a second everything goes black.

❤️

The daylight disappears as Dewey pulls you behind the last wing of the stage. In one swift motion he twists you around and hoists you up on one of the amps, setting you down just perfectly at his hip height. You’re surrounded by thick black curtains hanging on every side and you’re standing in mid darkness, hidden from view on the far side of the wing just before the backstage area. But you can still hear people walk by you just a few feet away. “Dew!” You gasp in surprise under your breath, “What the fuck are-”

He doesn’t even let you finish. Grabbing your wrists, he pulls your arms behind your back and holds them there as he leans into you, forcing you to look up at him. He’s not hurting you - he never does - but with all your make out sessions he knows by now you don’t mind being handled a little more roughly sometimes. Not to mention, you’d quickly learned Dewey really enjoyed taking charge… and you were an absolute and total sub for him. “What did I tell you before going on stage?” He asks you, his voice low. “You teasing little devil…” You catch onto his previous warning and grin mischievously. “Oooh….Mister Schneebly, am I in trouble now?” You ask innocently, making doe eyes at him.

He chuckles, his voice a low guttural sound, and shakes his head. Then he raises his face looking at you with a mixture of amusement and desire. You’re standing so close your noses are touching. “You’re impossible -” he murmurs, skimming your face. “I’m still hearing a lot of words and not seeing a lot of action, Mister Schneebly….” You tease him further, careful to brush your lips against his as you speak, “Better be quick if you want to do something about it, before recess is over - ”

He cuts you off once more as he closes the space between the two of you. You gasp loudly as you feel him bite down on your neck. He lets go of your wrists, grabbing your hips instead and pulling you against him as soon as you spread your legs to welcome him closer. He kisses your neck in all your favorite spots, making you gasp airily and roll your head back. Your hands snake underneath his jacket, gliding up his torso and chest before reaching his neck and stopping beneath his jawline to cup his face. You gently pull him away from your collarbone and exchange a longing stare, before leaning forward again and kissing him fervently. You feel his hands leave your hips, caressing your back upward and diving into your hair.

He grabs onto the locks at the nape of your neck and pulls, gently enough so as not to hurt you but still strong enough to elicit a small whimper from you. You retort by biting down on his bottom lip. He doesn’t let you linger too long before he closes his mouth over yours once more, his tongue hungrily tasting you. “My little devil…” he whispers between kisses, pulling on your hair again and making you gasp out loud. “My Rock God…” you reply, moving your hands swiftly down to his hips and pulling him flush against you.

His groin is perfectly levelled between your legs, and as you rock your hips forward and hitch your skirt a little higher his crotch lands right between your thighs. You frantically exchange more heated kisses, biting and sucking each other’s lips. You both have to force yourselves to keep quiet. You’re not sure about Dewey, but knowing you have to hush yourself while he’s pleasing you like this makes you even more flustered.

Dewey groans, suppressing the sound into your mouth when he feels your hand move from his side to his crotch as you caress his groin through the fabric of his jeans. He pulls down harder on your hair, but at this point you only feel the pleasure. His hands let go of your locks and glide under your shirt, his fingers tracing outlines on your naked skin. It’s beginning to feel like its’s not enough...

It never feels like enough, because Dewey always makes you want more. And you can’t have more. At least not for now. Not until you keep that stupid promise he convinced you to make just two weeks before....

❤️

“What do you mean, no sex?”

You’d stared at him as though he’d just suggested to rob a bank in broad daylight. The audacity with which he’d just calmly made the suggestion only sounded more ridiculous given the fact that you were both standing in his office - you propped up on his desk, him between your legs, a position that was becoming increasingly familiar to you both - and he had just broken up a particularly heated make up session to apparently say the dumbest fucking thing he could think of.

“I didn’t say we should never have sex,” he’d retorted, trying to button up his shirt, fix his tie and tame his hair at the same time. “I’m just saying that we agreed we’d take things slow - dontlookatmelikethat - and you’ve been making it very fucking difficult to keep that idea up.” “Yeah - and what’s the problem?!” You'd asked, exasperated. “I’ve told you once, I’ll say it a thousand more times if I need to,” he replied, placing his hands on either side of your body to gaze down at you with a gentle look in his eyes, “You know how much I really care about you, and you know I don’t want to fuck this up. I know how much you want this - and don’t you think for a goddam moment I don’t really, really want this too. But - but!” He’d repeated, eyeing you meaningfully as soon you’d huffed loudly and looked away, “I also want you to enjoy these last moments of high school like you deserve. Your friends, your last lessons, not to mention the end of year concert….and hey? Hey!” He’d placed a finger under your chin to turn your head back towards him, “Listen to me, okay? Take it from an idiot. My first time? I was drunk, high, and I lost my virginity in the back of my friend’s van to a girl I barely knew just because we were having a stupid celebratory night out before the end of school and I felt like I had to do it right at that moment, no matter what. And you know what? It sucked.” Despite you forcing yourself to stay upset, you were listening to what he was saying. “It’s not true that your first time doesn’t really matter, that it’s okay even if it’s bad. It’s bullshit. You’ll always remember it. No matter what. And you’ll always regret not having waited for the right moment just because you thought you had to hurry up. So guess what?” He’d slowly moved a strand of hair behind your ear, “I’m not about to make that mistake with you. Not to mention let you make that mistake to yourself. I like you too much. I care about you, about us, too much to let either of us be that stupid.” He’d gently leaned forward to kiss your forehead tenderly. “I want to make sure it’s special. For you, and yeah, guess what? For me, too. So just…bear with me. Can we just agree on this one thing?”

Taken aback by his genuine display of kindness and caring, you’d found yourself at a loss of sarcasm for once. You had only been able to nod in agreement, waiting for him to continue. “Just promise me we can wait until after your graduation before we go all the way.” “After graduation? After graduation???” You’d audibly groaned. “Dewwww….But that’s two fucking weeks away!” “I know, I know…” “But how the fuck are we supposed to make it to there?!” He’d chuckled slightly, “I don’t know, but we’ll manage…” “…I’m sorry, did you miss the way you just slammed me into your desk to make out like, five minutes ago?! Dew, I could feel you getting hard before we even entered your office, for fuck’s sake!”

He’d laughed out loud at your brazenness, “I know! That’s exactly why I’m telling you this.” Shaking his head lightly, he’d looked at you lovingly and insisted, “Trust me. It’s going to be difficult for me too, but we’ll be glad we waited. Besides…” he’d added, a glint of mischief suddenly sparkling in his eyes, “I only said we shouldn’t go all the way, not stay away from each other…” “Yeah, I really wanna see us try to- ah!” You’d gasped as he dipped his head to teasingly bite you beneath your ear - a spot that was quickly becoming one of his favourites.

“Promise?” He’d mumbled against your neck, slowly starting to drag his nose against your skin, his mouth hovering above each of your sweet spots, “Huh?” You’d closed your eyes in ecstasy. He knew exactly what he was doing and he knew exactly how to make you lose all resistance. It was embarrassing how easily you succumbed to his every move, really. But you also couldn’t give less of a fuck.

Closing your eyes, you’d tilted your head back and taken a deep breath, your hand reaching for his face and holding him closer to you as his hands slowly found their way back to your sides. “All right, Schneebly, I promise…” you’d agreed, not before suddenly rocking your hips into him and making him groan out in surprise. You’d smiled wickedly to yourself, leaning your chest against his and reaching up to gently bite down on his jawline, nibbling on his skin. “But I’m not gonna promise I’m gonna make it easy for you.”

❤️

Those words could not ring truer, given the moment. But Dewey isn’t making things any easier, either. As a matter of fact, it almost looks like he’s forgotten all about your vow right now.

He seems to lose control for a moment as one of his hands dives between your legs to touch you through your panties in response to you caressing his groin. Taken by surprise, you drop your hand from his bulging crotch and almost cry out. He shushes you, covering your mouth with the palm of his hand and pushing his hips against yours, his hand caught in between. Your hands swoop up to the base of his neck, grasping onto his hair.

“Fuck, Dew…” you whisper behind his hand, breathless, “Are you crazy-?” “You’re the one driving me crazy, baby…” he whispers back, resting his forehead against yours. “We should sto-aah!” You moan again as his fingers keep moving between your thighs. “Fuck…Dew…” you bite down on the side of his hand covering your mouth, lowering your head and hiding your face in the crook of his shoulder to cover your panting. You know you should stop immediately...but your mind goes into overdrive with the friction of his fingers against the fabric rubbing onto your sensitive skin and the way his hot breath feels in your ear and his raspy voice cursing under his breath and the way you instinctively push against his hand and roll your hips in rhythm because you just can’t keep your body still. But when you feel his hand try to move your panties to the side, something unexpectedly snaps inside you and you grab his hand, stopping him. “Wait! I can’t…I can’t do this anymore.”

He freezes for a second, dropping both of his hands and confusedly looking at you until you stare intensely in his eyes and add, “I can’t fucking wait anymore. Not one more day. Screw that. I’m over it.” He grins, still panting. He stares at you in silence for a moment, then something seems to click behind his eyes. Lunging forward, he gives you a breathless kiss that leaves you light headed, then pulls away just enough to lean his forehead against yours once more and nods. “You know what?” He asks. You shake your head. “I think I’m done waiting, too.”

He kisses you again, this time more tenderly. “But not here. Definitely not here, for fuck’s sake.” He chuckles lightly, almost to himself, looking around you, “Oh God. What the fuck are we even doing back here…?”

“Then when? Where? Tell me.” You ask immediately, already feeling electric, turning his face back towards you, afraid he’ll somehow lose focus. “Tell me right now, or I will rip your pants off and so be it.”

He almost laughs out loud this time. Then he lets out a deep sigh and smiles at you. “All right, all right, you little minx. Tonight. You can come over to my place after we’re done here. How does that sound?”

You’re so ecstatic to hear him say those words. You almost can’t believe he’s actually agreeing to this. Thank fuck for you and your insane ideas! You throw your hands around his neck excitedly and pull him close, kissing him lightly and then smiling at him. “It sounds amazing.” You answer, beaming. He smiles back gently starting to pull away, but you tug him back. “Hey, Dew?” You ask a little more softly. “Yeah?”

You lower your head, suddenly feeling a little “I think…I think it’s really going to be perfect.”

He smiles sweetly at you, nodding in agreement before giving you one last, longing tender kiss. “I’m going to make sure it’s perfect, baby.” He whispers in your ear, hugging you close to him and sighing deeply.

You can’t wait for the day to be over.

To be continued.......

#my writing #teacher's pet #dewey finn #dewey finn x reader #dewey finn imagine #dewey finn x you #alex brightman #school of rock #school of rock broadway #school of rock musical #beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #broadway #beetlejuice x reader #beej x reader

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itchyeye · 1 year

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Okay. So if we assume that Elias genuinely watches and likes Ghost Hunt UK (which we will), we can assume Elias enjoys the fake spooky. What if Elias went to a show for a fake spooky ™ band, and Gerry also went to that same show? Meet cute.

(inspired by the jonelias Mechs fic I read one time. Love seeing people be like "why is there an old guy in a suit here? Is he lost?")

(Wednesday anon)

dear wednesday anon, i need you to know that i have been insanely unimaginably ungodly busy these past few days so i have had very little downtime to sit and answer your messages, all of which i cherish, but THIS ONE i cherish most of all

i have read it many times this past week and therefore had many thoughts. i am going to share all of them now that i have the time to do so.

1. elias and i could never go to a show together, because i am always at barricade and he would only ever want to be balcony

which made me think about where gerry would want to be at shows and i think he would be on barricade sometimes but mostly lurk at the bar, pit sometimes but not always, a real crowd butterfly 🥰

2. i want elias to off handedly mention to gerry that the coke in london isn't what it used to be and gerry (who has never done hard drugs but is used to people assuming that he has because of his appearance) shrugs it off with like "well we all have our reasons to miss the 80s" and elias is like "quite" except he is, in fact, thinking of the 1880s when laudanum was over the counter

3. i can 100% picture elias cruising but i can't picture gerry clubbing (while he is goth and he does murder people he's established as being shy, introverted, and having no friends so i can't picture him at night clubs. maybe when he and jane were dating she took him with her to go dancing) and i can't picture elias at metal/punk/goth shows (self explanatory) so i'm day dreaming of a convoluted au scenario where gerry and elias end up meeting at the same club for some reason and just as they're about to hook up in the dark gerry's beholding alignment kicks in and he goes "m... mr. bouchard??!!!"

he sputters, squirms out of his arms, and leaves immediately then spends the next several days at work desperately avoiding everyone while thinking the phrase "don't think about it na na na na na nothing happened doo doo doo" as loudly and insistently as possible

gertrude knows anyway, of course

elias knew it was him the whole time

4. i really really really want to ship gerry and elias and i can't which is annoying to me... if anyone else feels inspired by this line of thinking, hit my line! it just feels out of character for them both and i think gertrude would be territorial about her assistants... they're my two favorites so i want to smash them together like barbie dolls but it isn't working for me

5. ALSO i agree i think elias was being sincere about watching ghost hunt uk. i think it makes sense for him to be interested in/keep tabs on paranormal investigation type stuff in london since it is slightly more likely that people who seek out the supernatural will have experiences with the entities and seek out his institute

i also think he may have had some sort of premonition about melanie and georgie, both bc they knew one another and because of georgie's history with jon and because the threads of the web encase them all

so he probably listened to WTG? too!

idk if it's a detached interest or a sincere one but it makes perfect sense to me that he would keep tabs on spooky influencers etc since even if they don't have genuine experiences, they're more likely to make it to the institute anyway

#[💌] asks and replies #wednesday anon #gerry x elias

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whenemmafallsinlove · 2 years

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What happened? Are you alright?

not really. to give you a rundown

1. a few weeks ago i was sad that taylor nation didn’t see something i tweeted. and i hadn’t been taking my antidepressants so i was already not doing well. so i tweeted i was sad about it. and bc my twitter has randomly blown up from 2k to 11k, the tweet got attention and i got hate for it. (was it really about being sad about taylor nation? no, but i don’t know how to cope with the real life things i’ve actually been dealing with so i channeled those feelings into something stupid)

2. i noticed some “friends” of mine softblocked me and asked why. never will i make that mistake again. (also, to me my mutuals are my friends… or acquaintances i guess? but my use of the word friend really upset some people)

3. when they ignored me i was sad and tweeted something along the lines of “it sucks when someone you thought was your friend softblocks you” and then also later said it was bringing up memories of when my “friends” were mean in grade school… which it did, like i wasn’t making that up

4. the main person instigating all this really had a field day with that saying it was insane behavior to compare softblocking to bullying etc etc. i blocked

5. days later i made a twitter thread of tour tips answering questions people had. like, questions people were asking me. so i was just responding. the thread blew up so i tweeted “my venmo is xyz /joking” like with the tone indicator joking because it was a joke that everyone does under their hit tweets. a couple people venmoed me a dollar and i was laughing with them about it but sent it back obviously!! but i ended up getting a bunch of hate for that and for the thread. people claimed i was just chasing clout etc. i deleted the venmo part and apologized

6. to me this is the only real thing i did wrong. i tweeted that it was funny to me that i was pissing big name swifties off with my tour thread. i shouldn’t have said that and i am sorry for it but i can’t undo the past. anyways people had a field day with the big name swiftie thing and just saying i preach kindness but i’m actually a huge asshole etc (all of this mainly started by that one person)

7. i thought i had blocked that person but i’ve been periodically going thru and removing our mutual follows to fully cut ties because i’m tired of being harassed by them. at some point i guess i forgot to block them again bc they saw me tweet about the fake taylor nation account today and posted a mean video about it. i said that i was begging them to leave me alone and they responded that they were begging me to shut up.

8. i went private and people were screenshotting my tweets and sending to that person. so id finally had enough so i blocked and also used a third party app to chain block all their followers to remove whoever was following me just to screenshot my tweets and send them to people i’ve blocked. and now everyone and their mom is making fun of me on twitter and that’s what you missed on glee

honestly with the way people are treating me you’d think i committed literal murder or something but no i literally just had the audacity to have feelings and remove a toxic person and their followers from my life. i only did the chain block because i knew that a) the person who was screenshotting my stuff clearly followed both of us and b) i didn’t want to be That Person who is like “everyone please unfollow xyz”

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paalove · 1 year

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NOT ME FIC MASTERPOST

tumblr prompts: (ao3 link)

gramyok flirting while black seethes, 159 words

nuchgene friendship ep 7 coda, 336 words.

danyok angst, 490 words.

what if it wasn't todd who found white tied up? 125 words.

post-canon gramblack fluff, 462 words.

gram pov post-ep-10 twin reveal, cracky, 834 words.

black pov ep 11, 647 words.

russian mafia-connected white, 344 words.

brother-in-law postcanon sean+black, 220 words.

gramblack with pining black, 898 words.

the note is for black au, gramblack, 689 words.

gone series fusion, seanwhite+gen, 999 words.

NOT ME PROMPT MONTH - tumblr, twitter, ao3

ao3 one-offs:

walking on an edge (that's how i stay alive) - oneshot, 2225 words. au twin reveal where the whole gang sees them together. seanwhite. (original shorter tumblr version here)

now they're going to bed (and my stomach is sick) - oneshot, 2552 words. canon divergence au, cockblock black, seanwhite.

dreams i've borrowed - oneshot, 1683 words. post ep 9 fixit, seanwhite.

get that shit inside your head - oneshot, 1341 words. friends-nearly to lovers, canon divergence au, background gramblack focused on nuchgene.

(i'll be on the way) like a bat out of hell - 2/2 chapters, 4380 words. the insane four post ep 10 fixits i wrote in the four hours after the episode aired, i was DISTRAUGHT 😅. seanwhite.

don't need poltergeists for sidekicks - oneshot, 2145 words. ep 11 fixit. seanwhite

patiently burning - oneshot, 2084 words. black-centric ep 12 fixit, gen.

'cause i still am (and i still do) - oneshot, 1113 words. me shoving black into the van rescue scene because i love him. gen.

answers to questions (you didn't know to ask) - oneshot, 1005 words. eugene actually getting to have a reaction to revelations. background seanwhite, gen.

when it breaks (something you can't shake) - oneshot, 1560 words. black and gram are kidnapped, and gram is injured. gramblack.

you're in the race (to watch the roots corrode) - oneshot, 1225 words. NOT ME WEEK DAY 1 - "what was your plan b?" pre-seanwhite.

but it's much too late (when the storm decays) - oneshot, 1229 words. NOT ME WEEK DAY 2 - outsider pov. seanwhite.

it comforts me much more (fix your heart) - oneshot, 1629 words. NOT ME WEEK DAY 3 - body swap au. pre-seanwhite.

antihero (you look stressed out) - oneshot, 1010 words. NOT ME WEEK DAY 4 - "don't move." gen, black-centric.

you must build an altar where it rests - oneshot, 1027 words. NOT ME WEEK DAY 5 - "when did you notice?" danyok.

let it flood, let it flood, let it wash away - oneshot, 3643 words. NOT ME WEEK DAY 6 - fake relationship au. namogene.

take his body as a relic to be canonized - oneshot, 3137 words. NOT ME WEEK DAY 7 - time loop au. toddblack.

let's dream out loud - 2/2 chapters, 2848 words. didn't know we were dating trope, gramblack. (tumblr ch1, ch2)

you can sleep in a coffin - oneshot, 1000 words. uwma fusion, seanwhite. (original shorter tumblr version here)

rock away this feeling for me - oneshot, 2610 words. 5+1 hugs, seanwhite. (original tumblr version here)

we are the rust upon your gears - oneshot, 2941 words. mission+aftermath fic. explicit, seanwhite.

inside the warm embracing air - oneshot, 2636 words. ropes and piercings, explicit, seanwhite. (original tumblr version here)

feeling helpless to the tide (we fight this war on different sides) - 4/4 chapters, 2049 words. genderswapped ust between seanwhite, toddblack, seanblack, and toddwhite.

world above the ground - oneshot, 3116 words. white and the girls friendship fic, au twin reunion, implied future seanwhite. gen.

and my strings are digging in - oneshot, 1062 words. post-canon short with white getting hurt so sean won't go to prison. seanwhite. (original tumblr version here)

unlocked doors and windows cracked - oneshot, 1446 words. just before canon, black got some information on todd that was so dangerous todd needed to take drastic action. maybe that involved them fucking in the hot tub; here's some speculation. toddblack.

burning up together, baby - oneshot, 1115 words. postcanon gang hangouts! some seanwhite, some blackyok, mostly gen.

found a world worth dying for - oneshot, 1068 words. sean whump in which sean, over a day after some vague incident, stumbles back to the garage covered in blood. white takes care of him. seanwhite.

places inside me that i find you (leave me at the roadside) - oneshot, 25 words. 5+1 fic about sean, yok, and marks. some seanwhite, some more danyok, but mostly sean&yok.

ao3 multichapters:

fall out of the heavens/crawl up from under. 22/22 chapters, 47279 words. the blond!white fic. seanwhite and gramblacknuch

WIP - shape you like an ocean (come alive or come undone) - 16/17 chapters, 21466 words. post-van pre epilogue-y bits, blackyok. (original tumblr prompt here)

still lurk on distant foreign shores - 4/4 chapters, 6027 words. continuation of the mafia!white prompt above, seanwhite.

WIP - bone-dry, bloodshot eyes - 2/? chapters, 4371 words. au where everything's already gone as wrong as possible before white even finds them. character death in backstory. seanwhiteyok.

ao3 series:

i won't cross these streets until you hold my hand: au where sean finds white on facebook by mistake while white still lives in russia, comes up to the start of the canon timeline. total words: 38778.

are we just getting more lost - oneshot, 695 words. pre-seanwhite

i'll show you mine if you show me yours first - 3/3 chapters, 4179 words. pre-seanwhite, other background ships.

the part where the needle skips - 6/6 chapters, 13602 words. developing seanwhite, other background ships.

conspiring by candlelight (shine your light on me) - 4/4 chapters, 20302 words. seanwhite, background toddblack, gramblack, and namonuch.

(garage) of wolves: au where the garage gang are a werewolf pack. total words: 48612.

innocence for days - 7/7 chapters, 7045 words.

you see me creeping up these halls - 5/5 chapters, 41567 words. seanwhite.

you stole my heart but i had it first. established relationship gramblack canon divergence au. total words: 3889.

i dug this pain into my chest - oneshot, 1347 words. established relationship, canon divergence gramblack. (tumblr post here)

you and i drove off the darkest streets - 3/3 chapters, 5040 words. black tries to figure out wtf white has been up to, sean tries to stop him. gramblack, seanwhite. (tumblr)

i will die in this place. uwma fusion fic, total words: 5713.

you can sleep in a coffin - oneshot, 1000 words. the fated couple make eye contact (and so do the non-fated couple).

sometimes you scrape and sink so low - 2/2 chapters, 2101 words. some revelations about how their past selves died, and some meetings. pre-seanwhite, pre-????black.

but honey, what're you gonna do? - 2/2 chapters, 2610 words. car rides, rain, and couples starting to fall together pre-seanwhite, pre-gramblacktodd.

bitter years since i've been seeing - 3/3 chapters, 3238 words. more revelations about their past selves - and who one of them was related to. pre-seanwhite.

#this is the last one!#not me #robfic

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