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Vladimir Makarov HeadCannon Imagines
Part 4, but you don't have to read Part 1 and Part 2 to understand.
Description: Vladimir takes you on vacation to Ibiza.
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The sun sets once more, this time on a foreign land. You're standing on the balcony of Vladimir's new house, which overlooks a small beach.
The air is still and quiet, the only sound being the gentle lapping of water against the shore. You look over at Vladimir, who is sitting on a lounge chair with a book in his hands.
"Vladdy," you say softly, "are you enjoying your holiday?"
Vladimir has Private Jet, a Boeing 757
"Vladdy I want you," you whisper as the maid hands you a glass of champagne and hands Vladimir glass of Vodka
Vladimir only drink Vodka, no water or amuthing else
Tou. Run your babd down his arm I n swducrio n
"Ooh, habt we can't right now the kids are watching" he gestures at Vladimir Jr (Vladimir Vladimirovich) and Mikhail aka Misha named after the beat in Olympic
They were sitting is seat of plane earing thir fa vourite snack caviar with crackers. Even as toddler and baby with no teeth to chew solid food they love caviar and crack
ER. You pulled out apple iPad tablet and hand 2 of them to kids, they immediayely start watching Peepe Pug.
Famous caton crom brita
You look vladdy with seductive look winking an eye to hint at him thatyou went him
)plese vladdy... I need you know...Need your cuck inside me....me tsarina parts aching for u" you said in a breathless whisper.
Vladimir sighed and placed down his bottle of vodka. "Very well, then," he said exasperatedly.
"Let us go to the bathroom" he said too
He led ou to bahtroom I n airplain in sky
As it flew to island house he owned
V the
His hand was big on yours, bigger and he was strong, manly virole you couldn't wait to get him inside of your
Tight HULL
He pushed you into the luxury bathroom of his privyet jet
Bathroom was luxor y with Guccih towel and carpet, Louiss vutton toilet and bath set and Armani toilet papers, he push you up against toilwt desperate for you like a man sesperate to devour a bowl of fresh borsht, still steaming after babusha make as she dollop fresh yogurt from cow ontop. Hearty and filling, the scent wafting through the house as gentle music plays from the shoetwave radio in the distance, ND from the television set plays an old cartoon as Vladimir sits in his high chair in Babushka's dacha while baba herself sings an old Russian song to her baby grandson whom she love very much.
The wet sounds of his fingers pumpkin into goir tight height sounded jn the wchoing bathroom and soon he was down on his knees sucking your clit and fucking the hol with 3 fingees as you grabb hair, nearly exposing his receeding hairline.
You manned louldy like cow being milked for fresh yogurt at Babushka's dacha farm house for three borschtt,
Vladir tongue worships your pink petals and tught hole. (You taste so good.. like Russian tea cake, to him)
Amber scream I n ectasy like the sound of alarm durong nuclear attack in Cold Wars
Just before hou about to ascend to the heavenly plane if exustan e vladmir stop.
You whine jn frustration.., please don't stopp you SAY IN VOICE
He smirks up st you as ue brush stubble chin ahaindt soft skin thigh. You shiver st the sensations it illicits through you. Your hole needy clench down on NOTHING
Ple I se you man ed"
Vladimir Makarov was born on April 1st and was involved in various crimes such as human trafficking and the muffled sounds of fellow prisoners offers a discordant lullaby of the other guards taking advantage of her and make her his very own ends or to protect User
[Sprry fuys cat steal phone-?] And then little brother Bobby
Vladim unzip her panrs r dping the m wide open for all to see legs spread pussy open to the wplrld. He look into h9le. "Mmm needy hitl?" He asks.
"Only for you daddy" she said
?*Say it again," he say rouhly his voice
"Daddy please 🙏 "
/^÷, he pullsout giant coke and shoves it inside
It stretc h your hole wider than ak_47
He was an aries
Sound rught
Thrusting hard and fast, he grips your hips in his bruising grip, his fingers leaving indentations in your plush flesh. His chest heaved with exertion and he suddenly held himself still inside you, gasping as he nearly came undone from the single thrust alone. Your body was an addiction, one that he couldn't kick. Like the most potent tobacco, he savored you, all the little sounds you made, the softness of your skin, the warmth of you around him. Tenderly, you embraced him, winding your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. He buried his nose in your neck, breathing in your scent as he left lingering kisses along your pulsepoint.
He you moo louder hnd louder
"Oh Vladdy, pleade don tstop!! I want toy uo to cume inside of me, please I want to make a third baby!!!"
He loo a you the look in your eyes looked as beautiful as the skies
He could not resist, he would surely persist
To come inside your fertile hole, was his most passionate goal
"I won't stop, my love, don't you worry," Your Vladdy says as he comes undone in a flurry.
His virile seed filled you up, it was like vodka in cup
Spurts of creamy white goo flowed from him and into you
It was wonderful, it was right, as he filled you up all night
Nine months later the two of you eagerly await the birth of baby three on February 23rd, a wonderful date.
Little baby Princess Anastasia was the apple of her papa's blue /brown eye
She was so dear to him it broke his heart to say bye
He was going to prison
The was
Next chapter w8ll be Conjugal visit
#vladimir makarov x reader#vladimir makarov imagine#call of duty#vladimir makarov#cod x reader#call of duty imagine#vladimir makarov art#makarov x reader#cod makarov#call of duty makarov#og makarov#vladimir makarov reboot
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streamer!reader and dream playing horror games tgt on stream? reader's not as jumpy but dream's screaming every 5 seconds because we all know he's a baby when it comes to horror heh
Hallo, thanks for requesting!
I actually was thinking of dping something similar, but I never had the right idea, so hope you enjoy <3
Reader and Dream playing FNAF
P.s: Imagine this as a part 2 to the other FNAF stream Drema did w/ George
Click Here before requesting, please ^^
Reader: GN - They/Them
*tw caps
There will be FNAF Security Breach spoilers from here on, so you've been warned
After a lot of convincing
And I mean A LOT
You got Dream to continue playing FNAF, but this time with you
He first started by delaying the game as much as possible
"Wait idk the controls anymore"
"Chat says the game lags, ah well-"
"I can't here anything, we should stop"
But he wasn't gonna get out of this situation with you by his side
"Did you save?"
So, he gave up and started playing
"No, I don't think so..."
"You know you have to replay the entire thing if you don't"
"Ok, I'll save- AH I SEE THE DUCK!"
"It's a chicken!!"
Then you got out of the elevator and got your first jumpscare :D
Which didn't faze you at all, actually you were laughing your ass off, while Dream was curled up in a ball
"I don't wanna do this anymore"
"It's literally mapbot, they're the least of your worry"
"Well I don't like them!"
Dream had to walk though the robots infested mall to get to a vent that would lead you to where you had to be
And there were even more jumpscares because Dream kept on ending up under the robots light
And then little music man appeared
"WTF IS THAT? IS THAT A SPIDER ROBOT? OMG GET AWAY FROM ME! RUN FASTER DAMMIT, DON'T GET TIRED NOW"
Most of the stream went on like this. You laughing while Dream was screaming scared out of his mind
When it ended Dream layed his head on your shoulder
"Enough, please, I don't wanna continue"
"Awe poor Dweamy is tiwed of the robots"
"Shush it!"
#tw caps#dreamsmp#dsmp#mcyt#dream smp x reader#dsmp x reader#mcyt x reader#dream x reader#dreamblurb#beeblurbs
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arcade | he knows me?!
i cleared my throat, "guys! let's get bacl to practice, break's over!" i yelled as everyone sighed and we huddled up one again, "okay look, we need to win against jisung's team, he's pissing me off." i started as everyone laughed and agreed.
"dear captain, when are you not pissed at his team?" sunwoo asked in a teasing tone as i kicked his knee from the back, causing him to stumble.
"okay c'mon, we need to win, even though we are one team as a whole with jisung, we need to showcase what we are able of dping so the coach will pick us for tournaments." i said as everyone agreed before we did our cheer.
soon enough, we dispersed to our places. heejin ran up behind me, "jaemin's still here, i think he's watching jisung and his friends."
"what should i do about it? like sunwoo said, shouldn't get my hopes up." heejin rolled her eyes before going to her position.
soon, coach blew on the whistle, signalling that the game had started. i was pushing through everything and focusing on the ball itself as a centre. i got super annoyed because jisung was also a centre and he kept provoking me with his long legs and fake passes.
"oh c'mon, minji noona, you can do better than this~"
oh how much i hated him during game plays. soon soccer training ended, we were tied thanks to sunwoo's last defence as a goal keeper. we shook hands with everyone, "good play, minji noona."
"good game, jisung."
we shook hands as captains and co-captains before smiling and laughing away. jungmo, sunwoo, heejin and i went to change before heading out of school because we were sweaty, duh. in our friend group, we sorta had a small system.
it was like if you needed to go somewhere, the person will follow you and vice versa. in our group, it was jungmo and heejin, and sunwoo and i. sunwoo and i were pretty close, pretty close to the point i almost caught feelings for him, or so i thought.
"you sure you don't us to wait for u and sunwoo?" jungmo asked as i nodded, "it's fine, you guys can go first. you both live on the same street anyway~"
heejin and jungmo nodded, leaving as they waved goodbyes. i waited at the benches outside the guys toilet, scrolling through instagram on my phone while waiting for sunwoo to arrive.
"heyy? minji right?" a familiar voice rang in my ears as i looked up to see jaemin sitting in front of me while his friends were at the side waiting for him.
"hi, yeah i'm minji..."
"just wanted to say, you played really well on the field earlier on... i was wondering if you wanted to exchange numbers? as friends of course?" he asked with a wide smile on his face.
"urm, sure." i exchanged my number with his when suddenly i felt a hand on my back, "you ready to go, babe?"
"babe? didn't know you and sunwoo were together. my bad, i'll see you some other time, princess." jaemin said as he left with a wink while a very evident blush was on my cheeks, sunwoo called me his babe??
"where's jungmo and heejin?" sunwoo asked as he took a seat next to me, sitting sideways so he was facing me completely, taking his phone out and was about to text them when he suddenly stared at me.
"do you like jaemin that much that you're blushing like mad?" sunwoo chuckled before shaking his head.
"n-no.." i said before cupping my face to cover my cheeks and face him.
"let's just go, c'mon, babe."
he can't just make my heart flutter like that... i like jaemin, not my best friend...
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Fic: Movement (3/?)
For @peachworthy (The tale continues!) Part 1 here, Part 2 here
Link’s doing his best to tip toe in. It was a long night at the café he’s currently working at and he doesn’t want to wake Rhett. True, his roommate’s hours are strange (to say the least) but it’s always been ingrained in Link to be as respectful as possible.
Mrs. Neal raised her boy to be polite and one of the heights of good manners is not charging into the house you share with someone else in the middle of the night, raising a ruckus.
But as Link edges towards his room, he notices a glow coming from the living room and finds himself unable to not take a peek. Maybe Rhett left the television on?
Yet when he gets closer he sees that while yes, the television is on, it’s not because Rhett forgot about it. Rhett is actually in front of it, but not watching it. Instead his eyes are downcast and…wet.
A light sniffle comes from him and he runs the back of his right hand beneath his nose as if to wipe at it. Link can just barely make out a paper in his left hand when Rhett senses him.
Rhett turns and blinks, folding the paper up and clearing his throat, doing his best to sound amiable even despite the clear note of tears in his voice, “Oh! Hey, man! Didn’t know you were home.”
“Yeah,” Link says softly, “Had to stay late. Boss wanted to do a deep clean on the place after we closed,” he then adds cautiously, “You okay?”
Rhett looks back to his letter than to Link again as if internally debating something. Finally he comes back with, “Yeah. Kinda.”
He holds the letter up, “Got a message from my Momma.”
Link can only offer a sound of acknowledgement, not certain where to go from here. Rhett shifts about on the couch and Link takes it as a signal for him to come over, so he does, sitting across from his friend.
Rhett lowers the letter, but plays around with it, turning the carefully folded rectangle of paper over and over in his hands, “First time I’ve heard from her in a long time.”
“Good?” Link feels stupid and kind of helpless, but he’s trying and this is the only thing he can think to offer. Rhett sniffs again, but his lips twitch as if to smile, as if he recognizes that Link is doing his best, “I suppose. Looks like my brother got married awhile ago. Dad’s alright, stuff like that.”
“I see.”
“They’re still living in the same place. Mom changed jobs, but she likes the new one more. They adopted a dog and-and…” he sighs and just tosses the letter on the nearby coffee table, linking his fingers together to tuck his hands behind his head.
He lets out shaky breath, eyes directing upwards towards the ceiling as if to stave off more potential tears, “They’re fine…”
Link licks his lips, feels awkward and awful, and can only manage to say Rhett’s name before Rhett’s hands lower and he curls in on himself – his tall lanky form growing small as he whispers to the floor, “…totally fine…without me.”
That alone breaks Link. Without a second thought he moves over, draws Rhett close and hugs him tight. The bigger man lets himself be held, lets Link gather him up like a small child and rock him as he silently weeps.
Link murmurs nonsense into his hair for a while, little things like ‘it’s alright’ and ‘it’ll be okay’ and he doesn’t know if he’s doing more harm than good until he feels Rhett’s tense body begin to uncoil, begins to hear his breathing smoothing out.
Once he feels like Rhett’s doing better, he releases him – gets up and finds some tissues, a wet warm washcloth and a glass of water. He offers it all silently to Rhett, who takes it – using the washcloth to wipe his face clean, the tissues to finish up the job. He finishes more than half the glasses of water before he mumbles, “Sorry about that.”
“You ain’t got nothing to be sorry for, bo.” Link doesn’t know where the endearment comes from. He hasn’t used it in ages and just as he’s about to explain it, Rhett lets out a broken bubble of laughter, “‘Bo’? Oh, man…haven’t heard that in an age.”
Link offers an apology but Rhett waves it off, “Nah, Link. I…I like it. I’ll be your ‘bo’.”
And then he turns vulnerable green eyes on him as he asks quietly, “Mean…if you’ll be mine.”
This is, of course, when Link knows his crush is over. It’s over because he’s now completely and totally in love with Rhett and he swallows thickly, even as he nods, “Yeah. Of course.”
“Good.” Rhett nods to himself as if they’ve just made a blood pact or something and he looks at the television which is just showing some random commercials. He gestures to it, “How’s about we watch something, huh? Get our minds on something else.”
By ‘our’ Link recognizes he probably means himself in particular, because Rhett can’t possibly know about the revelation Link’s just had, yet he feels a little too…seen. He bites his bottom lip hard and – even though he knows he shouldn’t – finds himself playing the part of devil’s advocate, “We can – or you can tell me if you plan on writing back.”
Rhett sits up straight, eyes wide, and Link wouldn’t be surprised if the man snaps at him. Link feels like a total jerk – just because he’s realized he’s in love with Rhett doesn’t mean he should hurt him this way, and, he knows that’s the real reason he said what he did. A sort of, ‘please-push-me-away’ move.
But he did anyway and now he braces for an argument, an insult – something. But then, much to his surprise, Rhett says hollowly, “I don’t know.”
Link presses his luck, “Mean, if she wrote you…think it means she misses you…”
Rhett snorts, “Doubt it. Probably just felt a bout of guilt. Thought she should reach out to her black sheep son.”
“Or maybe she wants to hear from you,” Link offers, “Know you’re alright.”
“Yeah and what am I supposed to write?” Rhett grumbles, “‘Hey Ma, I’m doing good. I filmed a three way yesterday – how ‘bout you?’”
“…a three way?” Link repeats, but Rhett continues on as if he didn’t hear him, “It’s not like I can tell her or-or any of them what I’ve been up to. I don’t think many parents like to brag about their kid’s accomplishments when that accomplishment is DPing a woman while making out with a guy at the same time.”
Link wants to ask what ‘DPing’ is, but he thinks he has an idea and it’s probably best not to get too in depth (pun not intended) on that, as he instead takes a different route, “It’s not like you have to tell her about your job. You can just say you’re in LA, you’re healthy, you got a fantastically handsome roommate named Link…”
That makes Rhett laugh, but in a good way, some of his ire easing, “‘Fantastically handsome’, huh?”
Link spreads his hands out, “What can I say? I’m truthful.”
Rhett chuckles some more and shakes his head, “Nah, I mean – sure, I can tell her all that, but if we…if we do reconnect, I’m just-? I’m afraid it’s going to come up.”
“Thought you said you aren’t ashamed of what you do.”
“I’m not,” Rhett affirms, “But she’s my mom. They’re my family. You know that and I know you get why it’s not something I want them to know about…”
“Well, I mean, I could tell you to get another job, but if this is what you like doing-!”
Rhett gets up from the couch and starts pacing, “It’s not that I like doing it. It’s that I’m good at it. And, like I’ve told you – good money, good co-workers,” he sighs and his pacing picks up pace, “I mean, granted, I’m getting on in years and I can’t do this forever and I always did plan on getting out when I, y’know, found someone.”
Someone not you, a thought hisses in Link’s ear and he almost physically swats out at it as Rhett continues, “‘Cause it’s not like I’d want to be in a relationship and do…what I do. It’d feel sorta unfaithful to me, albeit I know some people in the biz who are married and their partners are fine with it, but for me…”
Rhett stops pacing and flops down on the couch, groaning, “…and it’s not even like I can show off. I can’t show someone one of my films with pride and be like ‘look what I did’! Not my folks, not my theoretical other half, not-!”
“Me,” the word leaves Link’s mouth and he’s sort of shocked it left him. Rhett is shocked too, head whipping in his direction at the declaration and Link’s mouth just keeps working on its own, disconnected from his brain, “You…you can show me. If…if you want.”
The last comes out almost silent.
And Rhett just…keeps looking at him.
Link can hear everything. His breath. Rhett’s breath. The ticking of a clock some place. The television show whispering some medical mumbo jumbo. The air conditioning. His heart beat. All of it. He hears it all and then he hears a tentative, “Yeah?”
And Link just nods.
*I swear the next part will have some kind of sex. I know it’s weird that I’ve had 3 parts of a fic now about pornstar!Rhett and no porn but it’s coming. I just…got lost in feels here.
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ok but
we all love human aus
and high school aus
so i raise you
elwin, who is the school nurse, and his husband, huz, who is the school therapist
keefe, who has been coming in more and more often over the weeks to see elwin
he isnt injured, or sick, he just. comes in, grab and blanket and sleep on one of the cots
or sometimes on the floor, even though there are free cots
and obviously, elwin is worried, because this 16 years old kid, who he sees everyday because he says hello and goodbye, and sometimes needs a place to hide or an alibi after a prank just. doesnt do that anymore. bot really
he looks exhausted, and elwin has tried to talk to him about it to know if hes sleeping ok, if hes not working himself too hard, but he never got an answer jeefe just flashing him a smile and coming up with some excuse
he wants to help, but hes afraid that if hes just straightforward with him keefe would lose the safespace that is the infirmary and he doesnt want to take that away from him.
one day, keefe walks in, not saying hello, just looking particularily rough, deep bags under his eyes, blotchy skin like hed been crying.
he falls face first into the cot, and elwin can see he isnt sleeping, still.
and he wants to do as he said he would to let h come at his own pace, and all that, but fuck he looks like he really needs a hug
elwin sits down on the cot, and keefe pushes himself up to sit besides him.
"do you want a hug ?" keefe nods and buries his face in elwins chest, who holds him tight for as long as he needs to.
keefe doesnt talk about why this is happening, but from then on, he just goes straight to hug elwin if he needs it (and elwin isnt like,helping someone) (if he is, keefe just crashes on the bed, and elwin comes to see if he needs like, cuddles or something as soon as hes done)
(just. parental elwin ok)
if he needs to be with someone, because on a whim, elwin gave him a key to the infirmary
he hopes keefe doesnt have to use it outside of school, but sometimes you gotta be prepared for the worst, and he still doesnt know exactly what is going on
keefe doesnt talk much about anything when hes in the infirmary, just dozes off so
anyways, he meets lord and lady sencen during the aprent teacher thing, and everything clicks
he runs into them in a hall, while theyre talking about just how bad keefe did that year, only "scraping a 97 in some classes" and he doesnt know exactly what these people have been telling keefe but hes this close to punching them right then and there
he makes a point of letting keefe know just how smart his teachers knew him to be, and that most of them didnt mind him not being in class if he was bored, as long as he did the tests and turned in his assignments, which he did
also how all the pranks that had been pulled on alina had become a running joke amongst them. how she was the only one who didnt know it was keefe pulling the pranks, but everyone else found them hillarious
fintan, bronte tiergan prentice come in sometimes as well
fintan is deseperatly trying to get keefe back on his play, prentice finds keefe to be the only one worthy to talk with him about art, and bronte and tiergan are just here by proxy
(and to keep their husband/brother in check)
(they went to school with keefes parents, and honestly theyre all this close to coming beat thel up in their sleep, but fintan and prentice are just a bit closer to actually dping it)
one day, what elwin really didnt want to hapen happened. keefe was already ther when he opened the infirmary
he could have just come in eatly or whatever, but he was wearing the exact same clothes as the day before
and he knew keefe had friends that would take him in if he asked them to, but he also knew keefe probably didnt want them to know somethi g had hapened
"do you want to caome stay with me ?" he asks when keefe blinks awake.
he didnt really mind keefe sleeping in the infirmary, even though it was proably forbidden by the school or whatever, but the cots were kinda uncomfortable
hes surprised keefe agrees
he drives them to the sencens first, so keefe can grab clothes, phone, laptop, and anything else he needs, then to his place
thankfulky he has a guest bedroom
keefe seriously cannot stop thanking him and he really doesnt need to elwin tells him, he offered after all, and he wouldnt have done so if he didnt want keefe to be there
what was probably supposed to be a few days turns into a month, then two, and honestly elwin doesnt mind (at all)
just, lzt this boy heal in peace
gisela wants to get him back, though, after a while
and she would have the upper land, both legally and emotionally if keefe sisnt just straight up refuse to see her
and she knows she doesnt have that many chances to win a lawsuit if keefe hadnt been home in 2 months and is testifying againt them
so yeah, elwin just recieves a bunch of death threats, but he can deal with that, and he has cameras installed that send a live feed to his friend tinker wjo lives a few states away so he feels pretty safe knowing they wouldnt be able to destroy the tapes
keefe doesnt come in to the infirmary nearly as much these days, and he looks less tired as well
he joins the school play, and prentice reports that hes been using the art room a bunch as well
fintan helps him prank alina again
bonus :
the first time keefe calls elwin dad was as a joke
"okayo daddy-o"
neither of them aknowledge it , but they bith know it happe.ed and honestly they arent mad about it
the moment it really starts to be a Thing for them though, is the next year, at the parent teacher conference, when keefe gives him the invite.
"you know, since.... youre basically my dad now."
"ill be there son"
keefe sends him a 10 hour loop of the "you are my dad" vine for fathers day
they dont really bother with guardianship, because keefe will be 18 the year after, and his "parents" havent tried anything in months
even the threats stopped
elwin definitely walks keefe dosn the aisle
#kotlc#keefe sencen#elwin#kotlc headcanon#look im#soft for parental elwin#is that a tag ?#parental elwin#hes the onfirmary dad#vague implied abuse#just the gisela and assius stuff#and also death threats but real quick#the others arent in this just mentione#also very background#tiertice#pyren bros
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My SPN Confession
Im coming clean here to say that my first run with SPN, before I came to the fandom, before I knew shipping was that big a thing here, I mysef wondered if Dean was bisexual. And it wasn’t because of Cas, or flannel colors, there were things that made me go hmmmm... let me share:
In Playthings, when Dean asks Sam why everyone thinks they’re gay, and Sam says “Well you are pretty butch, maybe they think you’re over compensating” Dean really did make a face, that to me (maybe not you) looked like he was questioning himself “Am I over compensating?”
“Sex and Violence” had me wondering about the both of them. I totally get it that the siren was becoming Dean’s perfect brother, but his wording “now he loves me” and “I want to fall in love again” and then for a moment both brothers love the same dude LOL thank Chuck for Wincest!
In my original opinion, Dean’s reaction to Dr Sexy seemed more like a crush than a “fan boy” thing, all the pretty girls on the show, he wasnt nearly as excited to see as Dr Sexy.
Benny was a BIG deal! In the flashbacks they never showed he and Benny dping anything but arguing, yet somehow they’re secret BFFs (???)
Benny’s introduction was suspicious when he says “Unless you like being man meat for every Tom DICK and Harry” (emphisis on Dick) and Dean made some kind of comment (maybe about a circle jerk? Its been a while) and Benny said “If that’s what you’re into” and I thought for sure Benny was gay or bi or just non discriminating.
Then all the “What we did back there” comments, reminded me of some movie about these guys in prison who had sex often and when they got out, one said to the other “What we did back there was because we had to” and he didnt plan on having a relationship with the guy on the outside. I’m just saying, thats what it reminded me of.
The biggest thing though was Dean’s confession to the Priest in s10. I know it started out as a story he was making up for the Priest, but then you know, with the change in Dean’s expression, and the background music, he started speaking from the heart and he said “There’s these things, and people I want to experience differently, maybe for the first time” To tghis very day I dont know what he meant. To save myself from thinking any more into it, I believe he meant Sam and he wants their relationship to be different, which we got starting in S11.
So when I came to the fandom, while I was midway through S11, and I was hit with so much “bi dean” things, I actually just figured he came out at some point After learning he did in fact NOT come out, and I rewatched, I concluded that Dean isn’t bi but the writers are not opposed to the fans talking about it.
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Chance Meeting
"Oh Chris. Right there! Yes!" You moaned. Then your alarm went off.
You groaned and lent over to turn it off. "You always have to go off at the most inappropriate times, don't you?!"
You slowly started to get out of bed so you could get ready for work. It wasn't the most glamourous job but it kept a roof over your head and food on the table.
Once you were ready, you locked up your appartment and headed for the train. Once you were on the train, you pulled out the book you ere currently ready from your oversized handbag. You did love how handy it was.
You felt the train come to a stop and someone sit beside you. You looked up from your book to look over at the person. When you realised who it was you quickly went back to reading your book hoping they didn't see you look at them. You took another quick look to make sure it was who you thought it was. Yep! Chris freaking Evans! This time he caught you looking but he smiled at you. If you were standing and saw that smile your knees would have become weak.
"Hey there. I'm Chris." He continued to smile as he held out his hand.
"I'm y/n", you whispered as you took his hand in yours.
"It's nice to meet you y/n. Good book?"
You looked down at the book and back up at Chris, "Oh yes! If you're into a bit of romance and time travel." You answered him with a smile.
"That does sound interesting. Maybe I could borrow it sometime."
"Would be kind of hard when you don't have a way of contacting me." Did that just come out of my mouth? You thought to yourself. You sucked at flirting and that ust came out of your mouth.
"Well then why don't you give me your number then I will have a way of contacting you." You heard Chris state through your thoughts.
You let out a laugh and nodded your head. Chris smiled back and handed you his phone so you could put your number into it.
"I'll be expecting a text or a phine call in the next days." You mentioned as the train came into your stop.
Chris laughed, "You never know. Could be sooner then you think."
You smiled at him and waved goodbye as you got off thr train. He smiled and waved back.
The day at work was just flying by. Before you knew it, it was time to head home.
You checked your phone as you were leaving and noticed that you had a text from an unknown number. You opened it to see who it was from.
'Hey it's Chris. Told you I'd message you sooner rather than expected :)'
Your heart started to beat faster. You were not expecting him to get into contact this fast. What the hell were you supposed to reply back?! Your fingers were trembling when you started to type your reply.
'I wasn't expecting you to get in contact this quick lol. But hey I'm not complaining ;)' "No I can't send that!' You said to yourself before deleting the message and starting again.
'Oh hey! Honestly wasn't expecting you to get in contact this quick. :)'
You were happy with this message so you hit send. Not even a minute later, Chris' reply came.
'I couldn't wait the three days. :)'
'Haha sure you could.'
'No I couldn't. The reason I messaged you was to see what you were dping tonight.'
You read Chris' last message at least five times over. Was he thinking about asking you out?
'Other then heading home after work I was just going to have a night in. So no not really doing anything tonight.'
'How would you feel about going out with me tonight?' Came Chris reply.
You were glad you were in the train home at this stage because of you had read that message while standing up, there'd be no way you'd still be on your feet! Your breathing became faster. Before you knew it, you had sent your reply.
'Great! How does 7:30 sound?'
You had agreed to go out with Chris Evans! You don't remember agreeing to it but you were!
'7:30 is great. On my way home from work now so gives me time to get ready. Do I have to dress fancy?'
'Haha fancy. Not over the top fancy but I want to take you to a nice restaurant. :)'
'I'm see I have something suitable! :) I'll see you at 7:30 :)'
'Looking forward to it. I'll see you then :)'
You followed that message with your address so Chris knew where to pick you up from.
Holy shit! You were about to go on a date with Chris Evans! How the hell did this happen?! Is it wrong that you always had dreams with him in them?! What if one of your dreams actually came true?!
'Enough day dreaming', you thought to yourself, 'you're actually going out with him! Go get ready and knock his socks off with what you'll wear!'
Once you got home, you jumped in a quick shower and ran into your room still soaked from it, to find your nicest dress. Once you found it and some nice underwear, you ran back into the bathroom to do your hair and makeup once you had dried yourself off. Once you were happy with the way you looked, you smiled at your reflection, grabbed your clutch, and headed out of your apartment to wait for Chris.
'Why am I do nervous?!' Chris thought to himself. "Maybe because it's been a while and you already kinda of like this girl." He answered to his selection. He shook his head and continued to get ready. Once he was finished, he jumped into his car and went to pick you up.
On his way to your place, Chris was trying to get his breathing under control. It had started to become normal by the time he by to your place.
He saw that you were outside waiting for him and the first thought that came to his mind was that you were gorgeous. He noticed that you weren't wearing your glasses and that your eyes were the most beautiful shade of y/c/e.
"Wow y/n! You're stunning! And your eyes are so y/c/e!" He said as he walked up to you and gave you a kiss on the cheek.
You felt them turn red. "I hardly ever wear my contacts but thought tonight was a good night to put them in."
Chris smiled, "I'm glad you did because I get to stare directly into them all night."
You let out a laugh as you took Chris' arm and he escorted you to the car.
On the way to the restaurant, Chris couldn't help but look over at you occasionally. At one point yoir eyes met and you both smiled at each other. The rest of the drive was quiet but comfortable.
Once at the restaurant and seated at a table, Chris and yourself got to know each other. You felt as though you had known him longer than twelve hours. Your words, as well as Chris', Came out so smoothly.
As the night came to a close, Chris motioned to the waiter that he would like the check.
"You don't have to pay for my meal. I'm more than happy to pay for my share." You commented.
"Don't be silly. I asked you out, only fair dinner is on me."
"Ok then. But if we go out again, it'll be my turn to pay."
Chris looked into your eyes, "Deal!" He exclaimed with a smile.
Chris helped you out of your chair, escorted you back to the and drove you home. Once he pulled up out the front, he got out, walked around to your side of the car and helped you out. You smiled up at him as you took his hand and he escorted you to the door.
"Thank you for a wonderful evening Chris." You chimed.
"It was my pleasure y/n. Thank you for agreeing to go out with me. He gushed as he took your hand and kissed it.
You heard yourself giggle as he let good your hand and you searched for your keys. Once you found them and opened your door, you looked at Chris and smiled. "Goodnight Chris." You kissed him on the cheek.
"Goodnight y/n. Until the next time we see each other."
"You want to see me again?"
"Of course I do," he answered as he walked back to his car, "I'll text ypu later."
You smiled and waved goodbye to him as you walked into yoir house. Once you closed thr door, you lent against it and let out a sigh. Your dog came up to say hello as you sunk to the floor.
"Hey Bent! I can't believe I just went on a date with Chris Evans!" You laughed, "Why am I telling you this? You can't understand what I'm saying!" Bentley lent on your knees with his front paws so he could lick your face.
"Ok ok Bent! I think it's almost time for bed don't you think?" You laughed as you got up off the floor. Bentley followed as walked to your room and flopped down on his doggy bed you had set up in the laundry. You said goodnight to him and gently shut the door behind him. You changed into your pajamas, jumped under the covers and as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light.
The smile did not escape Chris' the whole drive back to his place. He'd only met you no more then twelve hours ago but he felt like he'd known you a life time. He was looking forward to the next time he got to see you.
When he got home his dog, Dodger, was waiting for him. Dodger jumped on Chris as soon as he walked through the door.
"I missed you too Dodge!" Chris laughed. "You'll love y/n when you get to meet her. And I'm sure she'll love you." Chris smiled as he patted his dog on the head.
He started to go upstairs to get ready for bed. Before he went to sleep though, he texted you so you'd have something to wake up to in the morning.
You didn't expect to wake up to a text from Chris but when you checked your phone once you were up, there was one.
'You've probably fallen asleep but I just wanted to let you know I had the most wonderful time tonight. I'm glad we were on the same train this morning. I know I've only known you not even twenty four hours but you are one amazing person. Never forget that. I look forward to the next time we get to go out again. Goodnight beautiful x'
The biggest smile spred across yoir face as you finished reading the message. You had a feeling that today was going to be a good day. You did want to message him back but you thought against it. You didn't want to seem too eager.
Your day flew by once again. As you left work to head for home, you checked your phone and saw that Chris had left you another message. He asked you out again. The idea of cooking for him popped into yoir mind. Yes it was technically only yoir second date but you thought it was a good way to get to know him even better and he could meet Bentley.
'How about you come over to my place? I can cook for you and then you can meet someone special to me.'
When Chris received your text, he wasn't expecting you to ask him to go over to your place but he couldn't exaxtly pass up on a home cooked meal from the girl he's known for a day and is starting to like. He did want to know who this special someone was you were talking about though.
'A home cooked meal sounds great. How could I pass on that? Also can't wait to meet this special someone. Be there around seven?'
"Wonder who it could be Dodge? Hopefully it's not someone who can replace me," Dodger growled, "Hey no one could replace you buddy. It'd just be someone else for you to play with." Chris explained as he bent down to pet his dog behind his ears.
Chris said hed be at yours at around seven. That gave you time to get the ingredients for dinner before heading home to get ready.
Once you got home, you out the groceries on the bench, greeted Bentley, gave him his dinner and went to shower. You were putting the finishing touches to your look when you heard a knock on the door and Bentley barking at it.
"Bent, calm down. It's ok. Sorry I'm coming." You yelled as you got closer to the door.
You slowly opened the door and smiled when you saw Chris standing on the other side. He returned the smile as you opened the door wider to let him in. Once he was in and you closed the door, he gave you a bottle of wine and kissed you on the cheek.
As soon as he was thorough the door, Bentley had to sus him out by sniffing his feet and legs.
"Oh hey there little guy," Chris chimed as he bent down to Bentley's level.
"Chris, this is Bentley. My someone special."
He looked up at you, smiled and went back to petting Bentley. "Hey there Bentley. Let me tell you something; your mum is a great lady." At that statement, Bentley reached up and tried to lick Chris' face. He laughed, as did you.
"He likes you. He's not one for locking faces unless he really liked you. Especially since you're a guy. Ben's not too fond of males."
"I like you too buddy! I'll bring my dog, Dodger over next time. Only if the is a next time of course." Chris smiled at you. You smiled back and started to make your way into the kitchen to start preparing dinner and put the wine in the fridge.
"Would you like a hand?" You heard Chris ask.
"Nope! I invited you here so you're the guest. You can spend a bit more time with Bent while I get started on the food." You smiled.
You watched Chris play with Bentley as you preped the food. You couldn't stop the smile forming on your face.
You were busy cooking away and didn't hear Chris come up behind you.
"It's smelling great."
You jumped almost dropping the pan you held on your hand.
"I'm sorry y/n, I didn't mean to scare you!"
You laughed, "That s alright. It's ready anyway. Go sit down and I'll bring it over."
Chris reached over you to grab two wine glasses out of your opened cupboard. You couldn't help but breathe in as he did just so you could smell his calonge. And did he smell good!
"And I'll take the wine over to the table." Chris teased as he stepped back from you, walked towards the fridge, got the wine and back over to the table.
As you were dishing up the food, Chris poured the wine. You walked over to the table with the dishes and placed one in front of Chris.
"Like I said before, this smells great!"
You smiled at Chris as you placed your plate down.
"Come on Bent, bed." You ordered. Bentley happily went to his bed as he knew he wasn't getting any of your food. You gently shut the laundry door.
Chris waited for you to come back and sit down before he started to eat.
From his first mouthful He was hooked, "Just as I thought! Amazing!"
You couldn't help but smile and blush at the same time at Chris' comment.
As dinner went on, you both talked and got to know each other even better.
Once you were both finished with your meals, you got up and cleared the plates.
"Want a hand cleaning up?" You heard Chris ask from the table.
"It can keep until tomorrow." You replied as you walked back towards him.
You both picked up your glasses of wine, headed to your loving room and continued your conversation on the couch.
Your hand was on your leg when you felt Chris put his hand over the top of yours. You looked down at his hand on yours then up into his deep blue eyes then down to his lips. Thays when his lips met yours. Instinctively, your free hand went into his hair just as Chris' free hand did the same.
You felt his tongue asking permission to access yours. You gladly permitted it and soon your tongues were dancing together.
You suddenly stopped the kiss, looked back into his eyes, got up from the couch and held out your hand to him. He looked up at you, smiled and gladly took your hand. You guided him to your bedroom and pushed him into your bed as you slowly started to take off your clothes.
Chris loved what he was seeing and he reached out for you. You slowly walked into your arms and you felt his hands skim your almost naked back. It made you shiver in anticipation.
You slowly straddled him and took his lips against yours once more.
"Oh y/n, you are so beautiful." He whispered breaking the kiss. He then started to take his sweater and shirt off. Your hands couldn't help but run up stomach and over his chest. Chris closed his eyes to saver the sensation. You thrn helped him take off his pants.
"Y/n, are you sure you want to do this?"
"You don't know how sure of this I am."
That night, your dream from the previous morning had played out just as you remembered.
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Thank you for the lovely chat, @kind-of-obsesive
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say STAND WITH HONG KONG AGAINST THE CCP!
You both like harry potter.
You: hey
Stranger: hello
Stranger: whats up?
You: im listening to 80s metal
You: chattin with someone on omegle
You: oh wait
You: you>
You: you?
You: what up wit u
Stranger: laying in bed pertending to be alseep,
You: ah hidin from the parentals?
Stranger: talking to strangers
You: whoa same
Stranger: why of course what else would i be dping
You: nice
You: you like homestuck?
Stranger: i dont know anything about it sorry
You: oh ok
Stranger: you like harry potter?
You: yes thats why it says "You both like harry potter." at the top of the page
You: so yes
You: what house?
Stranger: hufflepuff, you?
You: slytherin
You: hold up i have, on my phone a gc of just slyths and puffs and claws
You: this is interesting
You: and i am chatting w them rn
You: many puffs surround me
Stranger: sounds like an awesome group chat
You: it is
Stranger: and yes we are many
You: its me and a bunch of pan and bi girls
You: one of them is married to all the others
You: question
Stranger: yes
You: do you know what this quote is from:
You: "HUFFLEUFFS ARE PARTICULARLY GOOD FINDERS"
Stranger: harry potter? idk
You: It is from a hp parody musical called A Very Potter Musical
You: its hilarious and you can watch it for free on yt
You: its 1 hour
Stranger: ohhhhh ive been meaning to watch that, its by starkid or something
You: YES! do you know what homestuck is
Stranger: nope am very uncultured
You: do you like reading?
Stranger: yup!
Stranger: do you?
You: yes
You: are you up for reading a 8129 page webcomic with 815,000 words
You: if so i would suggest homestuck
Stranger: i mean comics arent tipically what i read but ill give it a shot
You: nice
You: it has images and like. long blocks of text sometimes
You: most of the words are in the form of chatlogs
You: like this one
Stranger: thats good i typically only read chunks of text, and chat logs are always fun to read
You: ni8ce
You: nice
You: what time is it for you rn
Stranger: 23:31
You: same
You: what country do you live in
Stranger: canada, you?
You: america
You: yall have provinces right?
Stranger: and territories
You: ah yes
Stranger: and you guys have states
You: indeed we do
You: and some territories i believe
You: theyre like probation states p much
Stranger: nice, our territories will always be territories cause its to much work to change them
You: haha
Stranger: :P
You: are you a minor
You: i am
Stranger: as am i, young one
You: hell ye
You: im 13, you?
Stranger: 17 you little baby, imma adopt you
You: i,,,dont think thats legal
You: anyway if ur nice sure ill take it
Stranger: probably not but the rest of my children enjoy it
You: ah
Stranger: and i think im pretty nice
You: well come on down to Massachusetts and adopt me then
Stranger: come on up to ontario and join the cult
You: whee the name of my state was taken from the name of a tribe that white pilgrims pushed off their land where did the name Ontario come from
You: oh whats ur gender
Stranger: idk, its not really discused where the provonce names come from, and female
You: ok liy
You: lit
Stranger: god you type fast, im impressed
You: thank you very much
You: i learned from type to learn 4 when I was in 4th grade
You: but i didn't learn very well so there are a lot of typos sometimes
Stranger: oh i taught myself to type so theres lots normally
You: oh lit
You: do you like percy jackson?
Stranger: ive senn the movies and i liked those
You: oh shit
You: oh no
You: crap
Stranger: what?
You: i have to try v hard to not click the "stop" button
You: bc the movies
You: were not good, from the frame of reference from the books
You: but
You: opinions valid
Stranger: the movies are never as good i just cant get my hands on the books
You: oh thats sad
Stranger: legally at least
You: ah
You: have you read Ready Player One?
Stranger: noppe havent even seen the movie and for that i am sad
You: ah
You: well
You: if ur gonna watch the movie and want to like it, don't read the book
You: they are very different
Stranger: i live a sad life and will probably end up only seeing the movie
You: oh well
Stranger: blep
You: blep
You: do you have tumblr
Stranger: yes i do
You: niiccce
You: do you follow biggest-gaudiest-patronuses
Stranger: hell yah i do
Stranger: do you?
You: oh fuck yes
You: so im guessing you're not on the hipster side of tumblr\
Stranger: im rarely on tumblr, mostly on the fandom shit
You: if you wanna follow me, my account is frogtryinghisbest
You: i shall follow you back
Stranger: mine is kind-of-obsessive
You: nic
You: nice
You: boom
You: followed
Stranger: same here, also onl y two posts down and i already love your account
You: thank you
Stranger: i just forgot how to form a sentence
You: oof
Stranger has disconnected.
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oh my god hello I've been reading all your stuff lately espc. the HP stuff and I'm so dying over it would you be up for doing a ravenclaw!michael and slytherin!ash with slytherin!reader?
SLYTHERIN ASH X RAVENCLAW MICHAEL X SLYTHERIN READER
-okay so you and Ash have been Slytherin buds since first year
-the two of you are on the Quidditch team together and you’re a force to be reckoned with
-you two are such a great team and everyone knows it but Ashton has never made a move because you’re just best friends
-then you meet Ravenclaw Michael and he’s a fucking cutie
-like, i feel like Slytherins would be the most chill with dating Ravenclaws because they can be super smart and mischievous too
-so you begin hanging out with Ravenclaw Michael and Ashton definitely notices
-one day you and Ash are studying together and Michael comes and sits down with you two and Ashton’s just like “aren’t you the kid who never studies but still aces his tests?”
-yup. thats Ravenclaw Michael for you. super smart but just dicks around 24/7 and never studies but aces everything and everyone hates him for it
-”yeah, i’m Michael.” he introduces himself ”so what are you two studying?”
-Ash is not down for studying help from Michael
-he’s not down for how close Michael is sitting to you
-he’s just. not. down.
-you and Michael chat and laugh together and he actually helps you with your studying?
-he leaves and you turn to Ashton like “he’s actually so chill, like i never would have figured this out without him.” meanwhile Ash hasn’t done any of the homework because he was too busy glaring at Michael the whole time
-you’ve never been that interested in anyone else before so for Ash to have an actual threat? this is not good.
-so Ashton goes to one of his classes and notices Michael and goes and sits next to him and is like “what are your intentions with Y/N?” and Michael laughs because “what the fuck.”
-so they begin talking and Ash is super defensive but Michael is just like “she’s a cool girl.” and then Ash is like “she’s more than cool. she’s a fucking angel.”
-angst
-and then class is about to start and Ashton gets up to go sit in the back but the teacher is just like “no, Irwin, stay seated next to Mr. Clifford today, you might actually pay attention.”
-so Ashton has to sit next to Michael the whole class
-at first he’s kind of pissed about it
-but he starts to warm up to the Ravenclaw next to him
-because Ravenclaw Michael has this really weird sense of humour but it really resonates with Slytherin Ash
-but at the same time, it’s clear they’re both into you
-so Ash is still sort of aggressive about it
-the rest of the week, Ash sees Michael around and he is civil about it but doesn’t purposefully strike up a convo with him
-then Slytherin has a Quidditch game and they whip Gryffindor’s ass
-so the afterparty is going to be lit
-Ashton gets there and finds you with Michael
-there are a few non-Slytherins at the afterparty but it’s not common practice to invite non Slytherins so this is a bit of a slap in the face
-because Ashton was looking forward to having you all to himself as he always does at afterparties
-after parties are always where the two of you get hella rowdy together (there was that one time you grinded for a bit but you both ended up taking a breather because neither of you wanted to fully commit to it or get awkward about it)
-anyways so there’s Michael and Ashton is just like: fuck me, i gotta do something
-so he approaches and is just like, “come dance.”
-and he grabs you, you grab Michael and then you’re all in the makeshift dancing pit
-Ash is an ass man and he’s not about to just do this awkward triangular dancing shit that people sometimes do
-so he spins you around until your back is to his chest and his hands settle on your waist and you laugh, because you two are buds so he’s allowed to pull this type of shit
-and now Michael is in front of you and he’s grinning at the whole thing because Michael is a straight up chiller and he don’t care about Ashton’s weird possessive shit
-you’re having a good time with your boys and then Michael moves closer and leans in to tell you something in your ear because its fucking loud
-”you know Ash is super into you right?” he asks
-when he pulls away with a grin you make a face at him because surely you didn’t hear that correctly, but Ashton’s grip tightening on your waist is like… woah. he totally is
-and you’ve always been into Ashton but assumed he’d make a move if he was into you, but he never did, so hearing that he is into you is a mind fuck
-also because you’re into the Ravenclaw boy in front of you
-but… you’re kinda into both?
-okay so now what?
-and Ashton is already pressed against your back… so… you pull Michael back to your front
-the best sandwich you’ve ever had
-you feel Ash’s breath on your neck and Michael is so close, his lips are inches from your cheek
-and you’re a Slytherin.
-if you were a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff you might pussy out, but nope, you a Slytherin. hiss hiss bitch
-your arms go over Michael’s shoulders, keeping him close while you grind back against Ashton
-yeah, you can feel Ashton is hard
-and it’s a bit of a shock
-but then Michael brushes against your front and he is too
-so like holy shit.
-your heart is racing
-”we should get out of here.” Ashton says
-Michael hears him “fuck, i agree.” he says
-they both look at you
-you know Ashton has a private room because he’s the Slytherin Quidditch captain and Slytherin has a whole favouritism thing.
-”yeah, let’s go.” you say you take your arms away from Michael and Ashton pulls the two of you through the crowd
-a few Slytherins give the three of you an odd look
-but you get up to Ash’s room without anyone actively bothering the three of you, Ashton ushers you both in and closes the door, locking the three of you in
-you’re like fuck this, im a Slytherin so you push Michael against the wall and start kissing him while Ash comes up behind you again and moves your hair, lips attacking your neck
-Ashton is pressing against you pressing against Michael so it’s two snakes keeping a Ravenclaw pressed against a wall
-Ashton is definitely sucking some marks into your neck and the close proximity to both is driving you wild
-you begin to try to take off Michael’s shirt but he stops your hands, “you’re not in charge here Kitten.” he states
-Ashton practically groans from behind you and you realize, you and Ash might be the Slytherins here, but that in no way means that you are going to be one of the ones with the power
-Ashton lets up and then the two of them are backing you onto the bed
-in that moment, looking at Michael and Ashton, you realize that despite their differences, they can work together
-but they still have a competing mentality, that much is obvious when they both try to pull you to the end of the bed and then look at each other
-and of course these two assholes arent about to actually use words to declare who is doing what
-and they both want to be the main dom
-finally Michael gives in and gets on the bed next to you, pulling up your shirt and muttering “like tits better anyways.” while Ashton pulls off your pants and panties
-you don’t know who to focus on, Michael with his lips on your chest or Ashton between your legs
-but damn, these boys are good at what they’re doing
-a super strong orgasm and as you’re coming down and they’re taking off their clothes, Michael is just like “socks are good for orgasms.” and Ashton is just like “of fucking course you’d know that.” “im a Ravenclaw you dick, i know a lot about sex.” “thought all Ravenclaws were virgins.” “pfff fuck you.”
-”so how are we doing this?” Ashton asks you as he pulls off his shirt
-basically he’s asking if you’re DPing or Spit Roasting. fam. please know what these are. but maybe don’t look them up if you don’t.
-im lame today so i’m just going to say choose your preference
-if you choose DP, Ash is the ass guy fam. its canon.
-but if you choose the Spit-roasting… well, turns, but Ashton goes second if you know what i mean.
-god why am i so awkward today
-anyways.
-so the three of you are lying there after and Ashton actually starts talking to Michael and they actually are being civil
-being so confused
-”so what is this?” you finally ask
-”what do you want it to be?” Michael retorts
-”i mean, it would suck if this is just a one time thing.” you answer, stretching your body out and groaning as one of Ash’s hands goes to rest on your stomach as he turns to look at you
-”doesn’t have to be a one time thing.” he says
-”definitely not.” Michael says as he gets up and moves between your legs again, holding your hips down
-round two is just as good as round one, better even
-they are both power doms
-but they stay out of each others way
-and Michael has super kinky ideas on how to achieve optimal pleasure
-maybe having a kinky Ravenclaw in bed isn’t the worst thing
-Ash is shook at some of his suggestions actually working
-life continues and the three of you hang out a lot
-but there is still this weird competitiveness
-like both of them want their hands on your thighs when you’re all studying
-lots of sex in Ashton’s room
-people are so confused to see Michael around the Slytherin common room so much
-especially with you and Ash
-after a really intense fuck marathon you’re all lying down and you’re just like “are you both my boyfriend?”
-”yes?” Michael answers, you both look to Ashton who is just like “fuck it. yeah. we’re dating.”
-i feel like this is one where they’re both dating and sharing you but they are not interested in each other
-like they can stand each other but other than that its kinda meh
-and then one day someone says something bitchy about Michael and Ashton snaps
-you are super shook because you did not expect him to be protective of Michael at all
-but he is
-Michael teases Ashton about it and Ashton is just like “fine, i won’t stand up for you next time.”
-but of course, a week later the same thing happens and Ash once again stands up for Michael
-he just can’t help it.
-Michael is more openly soft on Ashton but everyone knows Ash is soft on him too
-this is just cute.
-like Mashton hasn’t been a ship i’ve ever paid much attention to. but this was fun
#ashton irwin#ashton irwin smut#ashton irwin x reader#michael clifford#michael clifford x reader#michael clifford smut#hc#softforcal#hogwarts!au#hogwarts!5sos#hogwarts!ashton irwin#hogwarts!michael clifford#slytherin!ashton irwin#slytherin ashton irwin#ravenclaw michael clifford#ravenclaw!michael clifford#poly#mashton#hogwarts!mashton#mashton smut#5sos#5 seconds of summer#au#5sos!au#slytherin!reader#slytherin reader
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lmfao we wrapped exactly six (6) hours ago. abt an hour after picture wrap we actually left the location and went to a bar around the corner and cathy and I were the last people to leave bc she was abt to leave and I asked her to stay and talk with me abt boston vis a vis me maybe moving there??? and we stayed behind and talked for like an hour and a half and then she drove me back to manhattan bc she had to return some equipment and it just so happened that she was going to 7th and 14th and I was like "that's where I'm going too bc I gotta catch the 2 and I was originally gonna take the l there but this'll be so much faster" anyway she and I just parted a few minutes ago and wowowowowow I love this woman with my whole heart. I adore her. I'm even feeling better abt how our shoot went today after the really good time I had this evening. at one point when ppl started leaving the bar ruth came up to me and was like, "I'm your biggest fan. you deserve every single award" and I said "script supervisors don't get awards" and she said "you should be the first" lmao it's nice to feel appreciated. it's nice to feel necessary. it's nice to know that the people who would be drowning in a river of their own dung right now are well aware of the fact that you are their life raft. I think a competent director can get pretty far without a decent script sup but these fools need me and they know it and they're grateful for it. it's nice
we did a LOT of shots today where I was reading dialogue offscreen for actors who had wrapped or weren't in the shot so they didn't need to be in the room etc and that was a fun change of pace for me
I'm still not over "I'm grateful for tess and her competence" coming from our lead actor completely unprompted like! I don't like meredith very much I think she's an asshole BUT she is very much a fan of me and I'm going to milk it as much as I possibly can
our other actor, jeremy, is very sweet and he, cathy, and I had a long chat while we were wrapping out and basically he wrote this short and he's looking for a crew and he's very interested in cathy dping and me script suping and when I mentioned that I'm really interested in development and working on scripts he got really excited abt the idea of having those conversations w me so that's really exciting! I hope that shoot pans out I'm really enjoying working w him
mmm what else? I like maggie a lot and I think she has what it takes to be a good director w a little more time and experience and she and I have a lot of the same impulses and creative opinions but I think ruth is dragging her down. two first-time directors is not a problem when one of them is maggie but it is a problem when one of them is ruth I think
I think that's all for now. these are my thoughts on today beyond "less yowza than yesterday." you can thank the two big ciders and very little food for my loose lips at the moment. I'm not drunk or even really tipsy I'm just uninhibited. also I know the 2 runs express but I started typing this post at 14th st and we're just now pulling out of 149th st so uhh methinks this post ended up longer than I thought it would!
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Chapter Eleven: Schemes, Hatched and Failed.
Kate frowned. “Why?” she asked. Her father in law held out a letter, and she scanned it. Harry rested his chin on her shoulder, presumably reading it as well.
“I wouldn’t say we had been friends,” Kate said, “..but I suppose...” She bit her thumbnail. She didn’t really want to go anywhere near Richard’s wife right now, but she didn’t suppose she had any choice. “Do I tell her?” she asked. “That we have her husband? She might be able to get us French support.” She looked Northumberland directly in the eyes. He hesitated.
“No, no,” he said, eyes sliding away from hers. “Inviting a French army on to English soil won’t go down well with the other magnates. Besides, you remember what she was like. A giggly, gossipy girl- she won’t be able to keep her mouth shut.” Kate remembered a happy, generous young woman who liked to laugh and make other people laugh, but didn’t bother to contradict him as he continued: “You may be able to write back with information on the state of the Court that could be helpful. If Richard still has any supporters, that sort of thing.”
“You want me to spy.”
“Do you think you’re capable of that?”
They stared at each other. Northumberland looked away first, and Kate ran her hand through her hair. “I’ll have to sort out my things.” she said.
“I’ll s-sort out m-my things t-too,” Harry said. “I’ll t-take you d-down.”
That, Northumberland thought, was probably a very good idea. The last thing he wanted was either of them getting too worried about Richard- the further away from him they were, the better. His brother had a point when he said that Harry tended to see things in black and white, and if he saw the extent to which Richard was damaged, he would decide the man needed to be protected. “I suggest you get to it now,” he said, “you should go first thing in the morning.”
“So.” King Henry snapped. “So! Not content of making a capering fool of himself, my own son commits acts of treason!”
“Treason?” Hal looked horrified. “I swear to your majesty, I just- I wanted to make Isabelle happy, there wasn’t any-it’s not like we were plotting to-” His protestations didn’t make Henry feel any better: all they proved was that his heir couldn’t think.
“Queen Isabelle is under house arrest, boy, what you were doing constituted a jail break-”
“But she doesn’t deserve to be locked up just because she’s married to King Richard-” Hal froze as he realised what he had said. The King turned the full force of his cold gaze on to him, and Hal shrank back. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t- I only meant...you encouraged me to spend time with her and I thought-”
“You didn’t think. You never think, you just do whatever you desire- just like Richard.” Henry stepped toe to toe with his oldest son. The boy was nearly taller than he was, but Henry still managed loomed above him. “You idolise him. don’t you. Poor, deposed Richard- you, and the half wit peasants who all act like he’s some sort of saint now he’s not in a position to do any damage, and he was doing damage- I could tell you things about him that would sicken you-“
“You mean that he liked men? He used to go to bed with cousin Edward?” Hal kept the waver out of his voice and very firmly did not think about Poins’ crooked grin. “Because it’s funny- I hear you’ve been dping the exact same thing. Is that how he got you to agree to get to go and see him, he finally gave in, got on his knees and s-” Henry backhanded him across the face. It stung like hell and tears of pain and humiliation stung Hal’s eyes as he stumbled and his father seized him by the ear. “You dare speak to me in such a manner? I am the King!” he threw Hal to his knees. “I told you,” he fumed. “to befriend Isabelle in order to persuade her to agree to an annulment- a match between the two of you- not to take her gallivanting around Eastcheap! I don’t want to hear it,” he added, as Hal opened his mouth. “You have failed me, Harry- I am bitterly disappointed. Well, no matter: Northumberland’s daughter will be hear within the week, she at least will make the effort to convince Isabelle of the rights of my solution. And you- you will not see her again until I give you leave. You will not see anyone again until I give you leave- you will go to your room and you will stay here, am I understood?”
“Your majesty-”
“Am I understood!”
Hal bowed his head to the floor. “Yes, your majesty.”
He sounded, and looked, so miserable, and Henry cursed himself. He had been worried, when he had sent Bagot after the children, that they were getting themselves in to some kind of trouble. Once Bagot had come back , and told him where they had been and what they had been doing, he had been furious, yes, but he had promised himself he would try and confront Hal as his father, not his King. And the moment he walked in there and set eyes on the boy....”Get out of my sight,” he said wearily, heart breaking a little more as Hal practically fled from him. He was too tired, Henry thought crossly, to deal with this rationally- too concerned about the latest letter from Exton, to afraid he was making a mistake by choosing Edward to be the one to investigate...
Even when he wasn’t wearing the crown, he could feel it crushing down on his skull.
#Richard Suffers TM#homophobia (both external and internalised)#Hal suffers as well sorry Hal#Henry IV's A+ parenting#Northumberland continues to be a dick#Henry came to the conclusion he wanted Kate to talk common sense into Isabelle long before he discovered the gallivanting thing btw#he didn't manage to send a letter back in time so these things could happen similataneously
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long thesis ramble
The first day of filming went great! We had what felt like an interminably slow start, and everyone took forever to arrive, but we got things going approximately on schedule and shot two scenes, which doesn’t sound like a lot except it was approximately 5 pages’ worth of script and one of them was a fight scene with fake blood
There were a ton of snags and problems but we still finished on schedule. Everyone is so nice, and even though the film is about a serious topic and kind of depressing we had a lot of fun between takes. Doing the blood sfx was harder than anticipated because the AD, who was also operating the oil injector syringe he went out and got to send the blood through, didn’t realize that using it like he was pumping air would result in small, silly, farty-sounding splatters of fake blood instead of a long slow ooze. It was so funny I almost peed myself laughing tbqh
I have very frequently hated being on set (well, other people’s sets) and I’m not entirely sure why this is different. There’s a lot that could factor into it. I get to pick who’s on set, although a lot of the folks on crew are strangers or near-strangers to me who I just had to trust not to be shitty. I have an important role instead of being someone kind of adjunct to the entire process, which is often the case when I’m on other people’s sets. I’m sure if I ever got to DP on anything, ever, I’d feel a little differently. (I’m DPing my thesis classmate’ film later this month, so we’ll have more data on that soon).
Mostly I’m surprised that I felt as comfortable as I did. Up until this point, almost everything to do with my thesis has made me feel sick. The prospect of making actors act out something I wrote and making people film the actors acting it out, etc, was horrifying to me. But on set it was awkward for like five minutes and then it was fine. By the end of the day, it was exciting instead of scary. I mean, parts of it were still scary. The actor playing the villain was a cop for 30 years, has been on a SWAT team, teaches at a fitness boot camp, and is thus disturbingly strong and knows way too much about how to fight/hurt people. There’s some gullible part of me that forgets that actors are, well, acting, so watching Jim slam Bobby or Josh into the wall alarms me momentarily every single time.
Overall it was just way less awful than I was afraid it’d be! Lots and lots of things went wrong, from only having gigantic uniform pants for Bobby to having no good way to install the payphone in/on the wall in the hallway, but somehow we made it all work and I’m not too worried about it looking bad. I might change my mind when I look at dailies before going to bed, but too fucking bad. We’ll use what we have and hopefully we won’t need any reshoots.
I felt physically fine for almost the entire day, except for mild knee pain when sitting on the floor for long periods of time, but when Evan dropped me back at my apartment my body began to return to reality and I was so exhausted and spent that all I wanted to do was eat and sleep. I became very stupid. I feel a bit less stupid now but am still quite tired. But I’m looking forward to preparing for next week’s shoots, since now I feel more confident that I know what I’m doing.
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twelve
I think I might wait until I see reaction posts before I watch Xmas Who, because I don't want to be too disappointed in real-time if the next Doctor is shit :( I didn't even like 12 all that much until S10. I mean it works nicely that Clara and Darillium soften his approach to the universe, but that still means he's a dick to everyone else for like two seasons before that happens. I like him more after reading Moffat's "he cares too much so he pretends he doesn't" thing, but that's me invading the story with outside knowledge, rly. I mean they put some fucking awful shit into his mouth like "I lost someone who matters to me" which is an appalling thing for the Doctor to say (still doesn't beat Ten saying "political correctness gone mad" though). I like that he's allowed to be openly kind and thoughtful for his final season, though. At least we had that.
S9 was difficult because it went a bit Nine/Rose with the Doctor and Clara, where he only seemed to care about one person and she had no objection to this because she'd gone smug. Idk, I just think there's no point to the Doctor if he doesn't care about almost anyone. He can hate Daleks, of course, but weirdly the show itself seems to think that his hatred of those is a bad thing. (Well, when it's a solitary Dalek, at least. A million Daleks and they're just cannon-fodder.)
With S8 and S9 my feelings about Twelve went back and forth depending how much of a heartless dick he was being to people in general. (I always say this, but I *liked* it when he picked on Clara - but not the gendered aspect of that - because it meant he was at least being rude to everyone. I can cope with that way better than with a Doctor who plays favourites based on who he wants to get jiggy with.)
And as with Nine and Rose, a bit of it depends on how I feel about Clara at the time. Like, I'm quite happy to forget Nine ever happened, because I never connected with him and a lot of that was that I never liked Rose and he never liked anyone who *wasn't* Rose. (Though that's me overstating things a bit.) I liked Twelve more and more often so that I, err, kind of resent that we had to have two years of Clara hanging around all the time. I probably need to decouple "12 is a dick" from "12 cares about Clara" but that's quite difficult with shippers around because they'll excuse any appalling behaviour as long as it can be taken to be shippy in some way. (See also: the end of The Long Game.)
So anyway I am a bit put off from dping a Twelve marathon to see him off because there's too many episodes where I actually don't like him. I loved him in Deep Breath, but then that's back when Clara wasn't on a pedestal and he was just rude to everyone. (Shippers Ruin Everything.) I think maybe there's an initial focus on the new rudeness at the expense of showing the old kindness.
I really liked him in S10, though, with the bitchiness scaled back and replaced with a deep and obvious love for Bill that never had any romantic overtones to drag it down to selfishness. It was like when Ten was with Donna and it was like "oh so NOW you have a healthy relationship with your companion, and NOW you have an easy chemistry going on and we're only getting one season of this? UNFAIR."
Basically Twelve and Bill were the Team TARDIS that we needed and they made everything better when they were together.
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so They removed my gaLLbLadder parT 1 (sympToms and procedure)
iT's been a week and a day since The docTors removed my gaLLbLadder and i jusT wanT To share my experience so you know whaT To expecT when you geT The same procedure done or you know why you shouLd aT LeasT prevenT your gaLLbLadder from geTTing diseased in The firsT pLace.
TrusT me. you shouLd avoid ingesTing choLesTeroL aT as much as you can.
The sympToms: iT's feb 16 2018 now. my firsT aTTack was LasT augusT or sepTember. i had, whaT iT seemed To be, never-ending sTomach cramps ThaT wouLd noT resT. i reaLLy ThoughT iT was cramping To The sTrongesT degree. iT feLT Like i was dping siT-ups buT never resTing. i Layed down on The fLoor and my Legs were foLding and sTreTching non-sTop from The pain. i Tried screaming for heLp buT since The source was The sTomach iT was a biT hard To do. i finaLLy managed To scream and my parenTs warmed up a hoT pack. iT heLped and reLaxed me aLmosT immediaTeLy. my face was weT wiTh Tears. iT was one of The mosT painfuL experiences ever. i ThoughT iT was gas.
fasT forward To The end of january. i Think i had an aTTack whiLe driving afTer eaTing oiLy Thai beef noodLe soup. iT was scary buT i was, Thank God, very near my house. i scheduLed a check up ThaT week. The docTor suggesTed an uLTrasound of The bLadders and sTomach ( you need aT LeasT 8 hours of fasTing. i haTed iT!) . i did iT The nexT day. we aTe in an aLL-you-can-eaT buffeT. ThaT weekend. i had anoTher aTTack. 3 seTs This Time. i feLT my sTomach. no physicaL cramps buT iT sure feLT Like one. iT sTarTed in The Two upper abdomen and iT wenT around up To The back. i wenT back afTer The weekend and The docTor ToLd me To have an operaTion To geT my gaLLbLadder removed because iT was infLammed and iT had poLyps and sTones. he said iT was needed. i had The opTion To geT an open operaTion which cosTs Less buT heaLs sLower or a Laparoscopic choLecysTecTomy which has 4 enTry wound Tiny cuTs for fasTer heaLing. i Think They use Long TooLs ThaT They inserT Through Those cuTs and They operaTe on you wiTh The heLp of a camera ThaT goes inside as weLL. i chose The Laparoscopy since my docTors said iT aLso has Less compLicaTions afTer. 2 oTher docTors said i reaLLy needed To geT iT done asap. i goT operaTed on Two days LaTer. ThaT was feb.7 2018.
process: i needed To do aLL The Lab work before geTTing operaTed on as cLearance. 3 Types of bLood work, ecg, and a chesT x-ray. (no fasTing required for This. yay!)
and Then i goT checked-in The nighT before The operaTion for a dose of inTravenous anTibioTics.
i woke up aT 7am To eaT breakfasT and i sTopped aT 8am because you can'T Take any Liquids or food via The mouTh for 8 hours before your operaTion and my operaTion was scheduLed aT 4pm. grrrr. iT's a good Thing i feLL asLeep and They hooked me up wiTh inTravenous Liquid food and sTomach meds To ease The pain of fasTing. hehehe.
i had To Take a baTh and wipe myseLf wiTh disinfecTanT wipes. i was advised To remove aLL naiL poLish on The hands and feeT and aLL kinds of jeweLry and removabLe reTainers. i onLy wore The medicaL gown and ThaT's aLL.
The operaTion:
They Transferred me To The operaTing TabLe and puT a heaTer bLower under a bLankeT To warm me up because They said The air-condiTioner was Too coLd. They ToLd me To remove my sLeeves. (probabLy so They couLd remove my gown from The Top) They sTrapped my Legs down wiTh a beLT and sTuck ecg sTuff on my chesT and finger To moniTor my hearT. The anesThesioLogisT inserTed some Liquid in my i.v. and They puT some mask over my face whiLe i feLT Like i couLdn'T breaThe and was compLaining of geTTing Too dizzy i Think i dozed off aT ThaT momenT.
i woke up aT The recovery room wiTh a pain Like i had jusT been sTabbed aT The ribs and The worsT case of dizziness. i caLLedThe nurse and They gave me someThing Through my i.v for The pain and The dizziness. iT feLT Like a whiLe before i couLd open my eyes wiThouT feeLing Like i was going To vomiT. They roLLed me To my room once i feLT beTTer.
see parT 2 of this bLog for The recovery process and compLicaTions i encounTered.
Love,
caT
#laparoscopic surgery#laparoscopy#lapcholy#laparoscopic cholecystectomy#operation#gallbladder#gallstones#gall#polyps
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