are you all gross under there

Our party—a bard, a fighter, and a ranger—were on a one-off side quest to deliver a letter to somebody. He wasn’t at his house (learned after breaking in, to the DM’s dismay), so we found out the general area he was in and went there, confusion in our wake and a spring in our steps. I, the bard, had decided that I would funnel every ounce of skill I possessed into charisma, and at level 5 had a +6 modifier. I had been using that power at every opportunity that arose. We wander through the foothills full of caves, looking for this guy, when our fighter rolls a nat 20 perception trying to look for any signs of life.

DM: You—okay, so. Yeah. With that, you actually notice about fifty feet away that a particular cluster of bushes is rustling just slightly, but not with the breeze.

Fighter: Oh. Cool. “Hey guys, I think there are some folks in those bushes over there.”

Me: “Cool beans! HELLOOOOOOO, MY DUDES!”

DM: There’s a few seconds of silence before four guys come slowly forward from the bushes. They look pretty rough and tough, and uh—

Ranger: Can I roll perception? Uh… that’s a 15.

DM: You deduce that they’re probably bandits or something. They’re walking forward and one of the guys says, “Who are you little pests, and what’re ya doing in these here foothills of ours?”

Me: “We’re just hanging out, traveling, and actually it seems like a good time to break for breakfast if you lovely gents would like to join us! I can brew us up some chamomile, I have like a thousand mushrooms I got earlier—”

Fighter: “I got that chicken, too, and jerky.”

Me: “Oh hell yeah, we’re gonna chow down if y'all want in on that action.”

DM: That’s, uh… that’s persuasion, advantage because you’re offering them food and seem too dumb to be dangerous.

Me: Thanks man. Uh… 14 total.

DM: *head in his hands* I just—okay, they join you for breakfast I guess. And yet again you avoid a fight I planned for you. One of the dudes breaks out some eggs from somewhere.

Ranger: What’re their names?

DM: Uh, uh, they—it’s got. There’s Bablo, Sanchez, Kent, and uh. Eskabar.

Me: Cool. I roll to flirt with them.

DM: ………<i>all of them???</i> I mean… sure?? I guess??

Me: Hells yeah. Rolling.

Proceeds to roll: 16, 19, and <i>two natural 20s</i>.

DM: *head on the table* Like. You—you make your fellow party members super uncomfortable. You are piled under boys, it’s kinda gross but super chill for you. Kent wasn’t super into the whole group thing before, but now he would straight up die for you. He’s learning a lot about himself today.

Me: I’m gonna write those names down for later. Can I put “a boys harem” in my items list?

horoscope
  • aries: I know this is a hard time for you, aries, but remember: 'tis better to have loved and lost. it’s really great, just the best.
  • taurus: step on a crack, break your mother’s back. pick up the phone, break your mother’s tailbone. take your coffee with creamer, break your mother’s femur. the wizard’s spell has gone terribly wrong, and you must not move at all until it is reversed.
  • gemini: you will meet a tall, handsome stranger. he will introduce himself, you will come to know him well, and he will know you well. he will grow older. his skin will sag and thin. he will no longer be handsome. he will no longer be a stranger. he will no longer be most of the things he once was. he will be a close friend, an old friend, one you’ve known for years, and with whom you are settling down into that final stretch of life. but he will always be tall. so tall. very, very tall.
  • cancer: I’m not saying this is bad news, but the stars just say “aaaaaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!” I mean, maybe that’s a good sign, right? right? it’s a very inexact science.
  • leo: today is your lucky day! which is good news, because tonight is your unlucky night. but enjoy this lucky day until the sun goes down. until the very second the sun goes down. and then…and then
  • virgo: you should check under your bed before you go to sleep. that way the thing hiding in your closet will think you haven’t realized where it is yet.
  • libra: all eyes are on you. gross! give them back!
  • scorpio: mars is intersecting with Mercury, which means your head is weirdly big for your body, and no one wants to tell you because they don’t want you to have the grace of self awareness. ugh! scorpios.
  • sagittarius: you worry too much about earthquakes and plane crashes. you’re going to die of heart disease or cancer, just like everybody else.
  • capricorn: stop throwing your money away on expensive cars and nice clothes. the owners of those cars and outfits do not appreciate the crumpled dollar bills you keep throwing on them! and anyway, if you want to throw something away, that’s what garbage cans are for.
  • aquarius: you’ve been so stressed lately. why not just sit outside tonight, relax, look up at the stars, and know basically nothing about the world you live in.
  • pisces: scorpions are not as dangerous as everyone thinks. try to concentrate on that. it’ll help you feel a little calmer tomorrow. (welcome to night vale ep75)
The Boys Dormitory
  • In first year, the first time the five boys ever walked into their new home for the next seven years, could have been mayhem. But they had all eaten muchhhh too much food and so the fighting and mucking around was, thankfully kept to a minimum.
  • Sirius immediately dived onto the bed furthest from the door, not even bothering to unpack or undress before falling into a wriggly sleep. James bagged the bed next to him, mostly because it was also next to the window with the best view of the Quidditch pitch. Peter managed to sneak the bed next to James. Remus just lay down and quietly closed the curtains on another bed, far away from any window views that may show a certain grey orb. 
  • The next morning, however, everyone in the room was woken at 5 in the morning by James jumping up and down on his bed and running around the dorm in a nervous/ over-excited state.
  • Sirius tries to keep his bed as messy as possible, it was a strange way he used to piss his mother off at home, but his aristocratic nature glitters through sometimes and some of the boys can catch him plumping his pillows or straightening the sheets occasionally. He also leaves his pyjamas under his pillow each morning but mention it and you’ll get hexed. He is usually pretty good at cleaning up after himself and he always has his clothes in the right places, oh, except for his underwear, for some reason that just ends up everywhere?? under the bed, on the floor, in the shower, in James’ bed??? But other than that and the fact that he keeps trying to do homework in his bed and spills ink everywhere every time, he’s pretty good.
  • You would be proud of James if you saw his area, all nice and clean, nothing lying around… and then you would look a little closer. Every. single. item. he owns is jammed either under the bed, in his trunk, in the bedside table. I mean stuffed, it’s dirty and disgusting and packed full the brim and there is a funny smell coming from one part??? But somehow he just knows where everything is. Quidditch robes? Sticks his hand into the pile at the top of the bed and out they come. Borrow a quill? Sticks his hand into a jar rolled under a mound of unfolded clothes and out comes three. He does it in that way mums do with their purses, because you know.. he’s mum friend™. You don’t need to hide anything when it’s such a jumble only you can understand it.
  • Peter tried to copy James with his piles of shit, but it really stressed him out so he had to go and fold everything after like half an hour. He is the only cleaner in the room, going around picking dirty towels and clothes up off the floor for people. All his stuff organised and well kept and very aesthetically pleasing for some reason? He also always seems to have food somewhere, usually bedside table draw that he will pull out whenever it is needed, which is a lot.
  • Overall our boys do pretty well, nothing too unhygienic, pretty clean considering they are teenage boys.. oh wait I forgot Remus.
  • Remus is a fucking disaster. Like actually helpless/useless. His crap is e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e… except his bed. Ties on top of beds, shirts all over the floor every time, trousers hanging on the shower, hairbrush where his toothbrush should be, jumper on the outside of the window??? I mean he just can’t even get it together enough to find his own set of clothes because god knows where he threw his shit last night so mostly he just wears James’ school uniform until he is too embarrassingly tall for it and then every morning James has to dive into the shit and pull out Remus’ stuff from under the carpet or tangled in the drapes while Remus lies face down on the pillow and refuses to get up. He keeps his bag nicely packed but that is it. Also used to keep a massive stash of chocolate under his bed but he forgot it was there one day and it all melted and was fucking gross so now Peter looks after it for him.
  • Shower routine is James at like 4am because dis boy does not sleep and goes running when you shouldn’t. Peter is usually next, he gets up in time to have a nice shower. Remus usually doesn’t bother in the morning because he can barely make it to breakfast. Sirius takes a year in the shower every morning but may start crying if you leave without him so you just have to pound on the door and hope he can hear you over his singing. it’s dreadful btw.
  • The boys usually convene on James’ bed but once they are too big to lay on top of each other on it, they make a cute little circle in the middle to sit up and plan pranks/eat snacks with one of Remus’ mini, not flammable fires in the centre of them.
  • James once tried to fly his broom in the dorm on a dare and broke Peter’s bed.
  • Remus once fell asleep on the steps in front of the dorm because.. he is Remus and it was almost a full moon, so the boys just draped him in blankets and left him there.
  • There about fifty stains in places you can’t even imagine all over the room and they were all Sirius.
  • Peter sticks sticky notes and pictures and sheets of parchment all over the walls all the time.
  • There are numerous scorch marks in the ceiling. Enough said.
  • From fourth year they have an ‘if the curtains are drawn don’t open them’ rule because James tried to get into Sirius’ bed to chat about three times without noticing that Sirius was in bed with Remus and was deeply offended that they were scheming without him until he realised they weren’t doing much talking…..
  • there were also many other instances of each of them walking in on each other in very private situations with other people because all four boys were much too comfortable with each other.
  • they then had to instigate a no walking around the dorm naked rule because Sirius kept doing it when there were girls in there.
  • They all carved their initials into their bedposts in 6th year and then went back and added ‘i solemnly swear that I am up to no good.’ on James headboard and ‘mischief managed.’ on Sirius’ in 7th year. it was that lucky guess that let fred and george guess the marauder’s map passwords
  • the window sill is semi-permanently covered in cigarette and joint butts.
  • Sirius left about a thousand lipstick stains on the mirror.
  • Lily kept leaving her shampoo in the shower in the seventh year and Peter liked it so much he wouldn’t give it back.
  • They all share one spray on deodorant for some reason?
  • They had a routine of not going to sleep until every one of them was back. They also said ‘goodnight’ to each other every night with out fail, no matter how bad the argument or problem.
  • They were basically so comfortable, so in-sync with each other that you would have walked into the Gryffindor boys room and thought it was a family.
  • And in a way.. it was.


Click here for my post about the Girls Dormitory!

im really so, so fucking tired of the “um actually young children can be asexual” discourse… like we’re talking people saying that preteens and younger can be asexual, and by extent other prepubescent children are sexual. like what the fuck is wrong with you all??? do you not get how fucking weird it is that youre all insisting that your average elementary schooler has a sexuality??

every post on it i see is like “bbbbut when i was a little kid all the other kids wanted to kiss people and got crushes on people and i didnt understand it because i was asexual” like no you stupid fuck its because children experience crushes in really variable ways, and not every child does. other kids getting puppy love crushes or being curious about kissing people isnt fucking sexual?? do you really think thats what it is?

like sorry but kids under like 10 literally DO NOT start experiencing sexuality unless theyve been sexually abused, outside of extremely unusual cases. they might be aware of sex or curious about it, but children that age do not experience sexual attraction. 

you all insisting on labelling the (nonexistent) sexualities of prepubescent children or even some young teens is fucking nasty and backwards.. its no wonder your community fucks so many kids over by telling them theyre asexual for not experiencing sexual attraction at like? fucking 12 or something and then making them feel like theyre gross for it once they develop it later

Out Cold

Prompt: Prompt if its alright-Lance with narcolepsy?- anon

I had so much fun writing this, so thanks so much for the prompt! This is a one-shot, and even though the ask didn’t specifically ask for klance… it ended up in here because, as I’ve said before, I have no self control. It took a bit of an unexpected turn, but hopefully the anon likes it? And other people do? As always, feedback is appreciated!

oh and @taylor-tut if you want to read it, of course


Lance’s entire life was full to the brim with close calls.

Granted, fighting a war against a corrupt alien empire will have its share of near-death experiences. But, oddly enough, another type of close call worried him more.

Lance didn’t particularly want to die if he could avoid it, but he’d honestly prefer that to his teammates finding out.

And he knew there was a chance they wouldn’t judge him for it, wouldn’t think it made him less of a paladin. After all, Hunk didn’t care in the slightest. But there was always the chance that they would.

Lance had always prided himself on being able to hide things. And it was even easier to hide things from the team than his enormous, nosy family. 

His ideas, insecurities, homesickness, bisexuality… he’d learned to bury these things deep down inside himself and try to ignore them.

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Spoonie Witch Tips: Cleansing

Cleansing is important. Whether it be after a spell or ritual or just maintenance, a good cleansing can keep icky vibes out of your space while also lifting and promoting good vibes. (I’ve also noticed that cleansing works especially well for keeping the spookies that are attracted by my depression away. More on that later.)

I don’t know about everyone else, but sometimes I just don’t have the spoons to get out of bed, let alone cleanse my house on the regular. Over the course of my practice, I’ve compiled a few low maintenance ways to cleanse my space and I wanted to share them with my fellow spoonie witches.

Low Energy Cleansing Methods

1) Open the windows. Let the air come in and sweep away all of the stagnant and gross energy that’s lurking in your space. A bonus to this is that fresh air will get into all of the cracks and crevices, so it’s really thorough.

2) If you have an oil burner or diffuser, pop in some rosemary, eucalyptus, and lavender oil (if you have a burner, you can find these oils for under $5 at Walmart. If you have a diffuser, check Amazon for the most efficient option for you). These oils have seriously cleansing and protection properties, especially when paired together. If you’re using a diffuser, you can also use some charged water (sun, moon, etc) to help boost the energy.

3) Don’t want to make a cleansing spray or whatever? I feel you, friend. Take yourself to Walmart or your local dollar store and buy some air freshener. If possible, try to choose a scent you associate with cleansing. I like Air Glade Lavender and Chamomile. I pretty much just spray it while telling it to cleanse the space. It also smells nice, so bonus. This is a good one for the closet witches out there!

4) Himalayan salt lamps. Seriously, just turning them on and asking the element of Earth to cleanse the space works for me.

5) A salt water spray for those who are not open about their work. You can also add a little bit of vinegar or lemon to boost the cleaning properties of the spray. I like to add lemon juice, some rosemary, and holy water to mine.

6) Literally, just small bowls of salt around your space. In my own practice, I’ve found this also helps ward and fight off the spookies that are attracted to my depression and anxiety. It doubles as a cleanser and ward, so I make use of this often.

7) Music is a powerful tool. There are whole YouTube channels dedicated to this purpose, so finding a tune you like may take a little time, but at least you’ll have options. I like to use the wind chime sounds.

8) Light a candle. Sometimes I choose a scent associated with cleansing (lilac is good for cleansing and exorcisms, lavender is cleansing and protection, and any scent named after sunshine makes me think of cleansing and healing), other times I just light a white candle and visualize its light consuming all of the darkness in the room, clearing out all of the crap.

9) Get some plants. I don’t know what it is about having plant babies, but they cleanse and raise a space’s vibes like no one’s business. Look into cactuses, succulents, and other starter plants!

10) My personal favorite? Opening the windows and doors to my space and telling the bad vibes that they don’t have to go home, but they can’t stay here, aka the GTFO method. This is probably best paired with another method, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t use this one frequently.

I hope this helps some people out there! Again, I just wanted to share some things I’ve learned work for me and my situation. You might find that you prefer some methods to others or that you need to tweak them- and that’s okay! Do what works for you, your spoons, and your practice. 💖🌌

PDA || Bucky Barnes

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: a view of Bucky and his struggle with PDA.

Warnings: fluffy fluff !!

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: thank you to whoever requested this and y’all i uploaded this in front of people yikes yikes


Bucky had never been big on public display’s of affection, preferring to keep himself to himself. Not only that, but he never got a chance to see why people around him seemed to constantly rub their PDA in his face as he jogged in central park or grabbed a coffee from his coffee shop down the street. 

That was, until he met you. 

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Bite

A quick little blurb about biting bum’s and scorching heat and whiplash that leaves you breathless. Hope you all enjoy it!

P.S.: DO NOT COPY AND REPOST THIS ANYWHERE.

Originally posted by bestharrypics

Hot.

It’s hot and you swear your brain has just about turned to mush with the sweltering heat that comes from the bright sun up in the Hawaiian sky.

Your skin is glowy from all the vitamin D but you feel hot and sticky and uncomfortable and desperate to get rid of the sweat and the suncream and the sand that cling to your body.

Your body drowns in immediate relief when, after waiting for your boyfriend to shower, you finally get your turn to slide under the almost cold spray. It’s refreshing and so satisfying to feel and watch everything that was making you feel sticky and gross slide away down the drain, your head immediately clearer once your head feels the fresh water soak up your hair.

You and Harry had been out all day long and now, when the sun had gone down a bit but enough to cool the room you both had booked, you two had decided a night inside was all you needed. Room service and Netflix and a good cuddle - three things you’ve been craving ever since he’d dragged you out early in the morning for a workout and then a day at the beach.

When you finish, renewed and smelling fresh, you stalk into the bedroom only to find Harry at the brink of consciousness. His hair is wet and flopping all over the place and his long legs are spread wide as he clutches the pillow on your side of the bed, his nose burrowed into it, eyes closed as he enjoys a peaceful nap.

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You're the one (G.D)

A/N: I combined two requests btw. AND YES I KNOW I TOOK FOREVER. THIS IS A LONG ASS IMAGINE SO BE READY. Oh yeah Idk how to write childbirth, so if it’s not accurate..sorry. Lol anywaysss hope you enjoy (ITALICIZED PARGRAPH IS A FLASH BACK)

Requests: “Okay. So I was thinking what if we had a Grayson imagine where the reader had been best friends with them both forever. She gets with Ethan and she gets pregnant but Ethan dumps her and runs away. She’s left with massive anxiety and depression but Grayson helps build her back up and raises the kid as his own and they end up having loved each other forever.”

“Hey girl, hey. Can you do an imagine where Y/N and Grayson get home from the hospital with their baby girl, and that night, Grayson won’t sleep and he’s just kinda sitting there because he wants to protect the baby and he’s nervous something will happen to her? Make sense? Yes no? ilysmmmm 💕🖤❤”

Word count: 12,500 +

Warnings: Cusses, Birth, and this is extremely long so yeah :) OH YEAH LOTS OF TIME SKIPS SO PAY ATTENTION :D

Originally posted by loveviral




“Y/N..you have to get up.” Grayson murmured as he poked your leg through the duvet draped across your body. “No. Leave me here to wallow alone in my own sorrow.” You retorted, however your words were muffled by the pillow that your tear stained face was shoved up against. Grayson seemed to understand what you were saying, but he wasn’t having it. “Get up, it’s not healthy for you, or the baby.” He reasoned and poked your leg once again. Becoming frustrated, you kicked out a leg at him and groaned into your pillow. He caught your ankle in one of his hands and you squealed. “Gray! Let me go!” You lifted your head up to look back at him. He had a devilish, but cute smirk plastered onto his face as he pulled your foot up towards his mouth. Your lips formed an “O” shape and you let out a tiny gasp. “You wouldn’t..” You whispered as Grayson cocked an eyebrow, “Oh, I would. Unless you get your lazy ass up and off the bed.”
“Fine! Fine! Just don’t lick my foot, that’s gross. Do you have a foot fetish or something?” You said as he dropped your foot, letting it softly bounce onto the bed. “No but Eth..sorry.” Grayson trailed off as your eyes darted towards the ground. “It’s fine..its been three months, Gray..I should be over it.”

“But you’re not.”

“I know.” You said, your voice cracking just the slightest bit. Grayson looked at you, his look said it all. Sympathy and pain, his eyes wrinkled just a little because he was frowning, his lips curved downwards a bit. He had bags under his eyes, he hadn’t gotten much sleep and that was partially your fault. Okay, it was all your fault.

Being pregnant was horrible, you were constantly throwing up or just feeling crappy throughout the entire day. So, when you and Grayson would fall asleep, you would always creep into his bedroom complaining about headaches or stomach pains. Or, he’d have to run to the bathroom to help hold your hair up.
So, he eventually ended up moving into your bedroom, it made things much easier but he still lost sleep. Maybe more since you kept tossing and turning a lot.

Grayson walked over to your side of the bed and bent down to your level, he lifted up a hand and softly caressed your jaw and cheek. He used his thumb to push away the stray strands of hair as your head fell against his palm, so he cupped your face. “Time heals everything.” He whispered. “Well time is taking an awfully long time to do so, Grayson.” You muttered as Grayson leaned forward. His lips made soft contact with your forehead and your eyes fluttered shut at the relieving feeling. His lips lingered for a few seconds before he pulled away. “Just trust me.” He mumbled and stood up. You sighed and looked down at your growing stomach. It wasn’t very big, you were able to cover it with some of Grayson’s T-shirts and his baggy sweatshirts, but you knew you’d grow to be the size of a whale, not being able to fit into anything. The thought made you frown, you’d have to work out a lot more often to lose all the weight and Grayson would consistently have to remind you that you weren’t fat, it was just the baby. Of course you being you, you wouldn’t listen to him.
Delicately, you pressed your cold palm against your belly and sighed.

A tiny human was growing inside of you, and it didn’t have a father…
Well it did..but he didn’t want either of you.

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Rec Post: Natsume Yuujinchou

Okay guys i just…i love Natsume Yuujinchou/Natsume’s Book of Friends so much. SO MUCH. It has touched my heart SO DEEPLY and is now one of my top five anime, so i am making one of those overly long overenthusiastic rec posts with tons of gifs in an attempt to impart on you all why it is a thing you should watch.

Basic premise: A teenage boy, Natsume Takashi,  has the rare ability to see otherworldly beings (youkai), who range from violent and dangerous to relatively friendly, but are often very startling when they show up regardless. Natsume was orphaned at a young age and passed around among his relatives, who all considered him a liar and troublemaker because he claimed to see all these things they couldn’t. He often faced abuse and neglect from his guardians and bullying and alienation from his peers.

Natsume has at long last found a kind foster family to live with, but he’s having a very hard time adjusting to the idea that people care about him now and he struggles a lot with the trauma and scars his past has left him with. 

What’s more, he’s in inherited a strange book from his deceased grandmother, Natsume Reiko, who he discovers could also see youkai. She would often get in fights with youkai and win due to her strong spiritual power and cunning nature. After she won, she’d make the youkai sign their names in what she called her “book of friends” and bind them to her in servitude. Now Natsume has the power to control these youkai, which makes a lot of youkai want to kill him and steal the book from him.

Natsume decides he will give the youkai back their names and release them from their servitude. In the process, he learns a lot about his grandmother, himself and the youkai world in general.

His companion during these adventures is Madara, a poweful youkai who was sealed in a maneki-neko, or “lucky cat”, statue. Because of this, he takes the form of a very rotund cat most of the time, though his true and most powerful form is kinda wolf-like.

 However, he acts like a cat more than anything else, despite his protests to contrary. He can be seen eating a lot, lazing around, chasing grasshoppers and sunbathing. Natsume has therefore dubbed him “Nyanko-sensei”. Nyanko-sensei knew Natsume’s grandmother. He has a deal with Natsume that he’ll act as his bodyguard against violent youkai in exchange for getting whatever’s left of the book of friends when Natsume dies. He lives with Natsume as the family cat and the relationship between the two grows and deepens as the show goes on. 

Natsume Yuujinchou is a beautiful anime about healing from trauma, growing as a person and connecting with those around you. I’ve heard it described as “like a warm hug” and I can’t think of anything more accurate. I often feel like it helps me heal from my own wounds. The main character is a total sweetheart, most of the characters are lovely and the beauty of the world the show takes place in is astounding. There’s tension and conflict a plenty, as well as complexity, but the show is really mostly about growth and love. There’s absolutely no gross fanservice or tropey, shady bullshit to be found here. This anime is heartfelt, gentle and emotional in the best way. It starts a little slow and does keep up a very relaxed pace throughout, but I’m telling you, I have cried plenty and been moved deeply by it many times. 

The whole thing is available on Crunchyroll.

Now under the cut, some awesome gifs and pics demonstrating all the cool things you can expect from Natsume Yuujinchou:

Including: Beautiful imagery and animation:

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the universe of us.

“I love you.” — “I know.”

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader | kim taehyung x reader
genre: slight comedy, angst, fluff
type: dream / fantasy / slice of life au
word count: 21,112 words
warnings: none
author’s note: thank you to the true mvps @zephyoongist​, @gukstudio, and @syubits for all their aggressive motivation through means of screaming at me to continue dragging myself through this wild ride until the completion of this nightmare monstrosity. the italicized quote mentioned in this was said by dr. suess. i wrote this while listening to this song, so i hope you listen to it as well while reading for the full experience.

nefelibata : (noun) lit. “cloud-walker”; the one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams

The story of Icarus tells of a naive being who loved the sun and flew too close, leading to his untimely descent into the ocean. But what the tale didn’t speak of was how the sun and the moon fell in love with him, too. And with the pull of the tides due to the attraction of the sun and the moon, he tosses and turns, torn between two entities.

So if Kim Taehyung embodies the sun, then Jeon Jungkook is the moon.

And you are Icarus.


In a realm of pointless illusions and shadows of reality, dreams are not something you tend to dwell over. Some say it is within dreams where your selfish desires, wants, hopes, and subconscious manifest into a tentative form. As a lucid dreamer, you absolutely enjoy delving into illusions of roaming the boisterous halls of Hogwarts or taking flight into the air as you stretch your fingers out and almost touch the second star to the right.

You never actively try to find the hidden meanings behind the imagined moments that play beneath your eyelids and find purchase within the secret crevices within your mind. There simply is no point in doing so when they are not seen as an escape from reality because you are more than satisfied, daresay happy even, with the way your life is.

You found happiness within a circle of trustworthy and wonderful friends, a stable and amazing job that you actually do not dread going to in the morning, a beautiful and spacious apartment, and to top it off, a very cute and lovable dog named Soonshim whom you are a proud parent of with your boyfriend. More so, after all, you know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. And you are completely head over heels for a certain Kim Taehyung.

But then you find yourself slipping between the stratums of real and make-believe, existence and reverie, day and night under the guise of slumber and fantasies, thrown headfirst into an entirely new life that leaves you confused and chasing after something—or rather, someone—who is more than just silly daydreams and butterflies.

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BTS Reaction - When another member finds your bralette in their room

Anonymous said: Could you do a reaction to where one of the other members finds your lacy bralette in their room please???

this is gonna be a little longer, I’m in a very write-y mood today lol This will be under a “read more” because it is kinda long!!!

Suga:

You and Suga had been together for almost two years now - and you’ve only slipped up once. You were alone with Jin in the dorm while all the other boys, including Suga, went off to do their own thing. You walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, and shouted at Jin to see if he wanted to order take out while the other boys were away for the time being. When he didn’t answer, you quickly pulled out your phone and sent Suga a text:

When will you be home? I think Jin and I are going to order Chinese or something x

I’ll be home in five minutes babe, just wait for me before you order.

You smile at his reply and set your phone down, now looking around for where Jin might have disappeared to. 

“Jin? C’mon, I’m hungry and Suga will be home in-” you stop as you open the door to Suga and Jin’s shared bedroom, revealing Jin, the most weirded out look on his face. In his fingers he lightly held onto your red, lacy bralette, as if it was the most disgusting thing he’d ever witnessed.

“Y/N. What. Is this?” 

At that moment, Suga walks in and sees you standing in the doorway to his room, and steps aside to see Jin holding up your bra. 

“Oh, shit. Sorry.” Suga laughs, and Jin starts doing one of his rants like the one he did in the Christmas VLive then flings the bra into a pile of dirty laundry that has yet to be finished. He begins to lecture you guys on the importance of cleaning up after yourselves when you’re “finished being little rabbits.” 

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Complete this conservation: "Mr. Winchester and Mr. Novak, your son has gotten into a fight for the second time this week. We're going to have to suspend him till Tuesday"

“Mr. Winchester and Mr. Novak…” Mr Gault stares down over the top of his glasses at the two men. “Your son has gotten into a fight for the second time this week.” Dean notices a barely noticeable curve to the man’s lip; a smirk if he ever saw one.

“We’re going to have to suspend him till Tuesday,” Mr. Gault continues, “At the very least.” The pleased expression across his face grows bigger. This man actually seems to be taking a weird sort of pleasure in kicking Matthew out of school.

The kid is six. How bad could the fight have been?

Dean’s nostrils flare and he opens his mouth, ready to read the guy the riot act, but he feels Cas’ hand on his arm.

“Mr. Gault, this seems a little extreme.” Castiel appears the picture of composure, but Dean can spot the barely concealed anger in that steely, unblinking stare. “Isn’t detention the normal protocol for something like this?” Mr. Gault’s mouth becomes a thin line.

“Normally, yes, but in situations where a student is injured-“

“Matthew hurt a kid?!” Dean blurts out incredulously. “Why the-“

“Um, actually, your son was the one… injured.” Gault admits. Castiel and Dean blink in unison.

“Another child hurt Matthew and he’s the one getting a suspension?” Castiel’s tone seems to drop the temperature in the room five degrees.

“He instigated the fight,” Gault counters. “And this hasn’t been the first time-“

“So why is this the first time we’re hearing about this?” Castiel crosses his arms over his chest defiantly, and now Dean feels like he’s the one who needs to hold his husband at bay.

“You seem to be dancing around the situation and placing the blame on our kid.” Dean narrows his eyes. “How about we ask Matthew what happened?” Gault’s shoulders straighten, and it appears like he’s calling Dean’s bluff.

“Alright.” He picks up the phone on his desk and hits two buttons, talking to someone on the other line and asking them to send Matthew in. The office door opens a second later and Matthew walks in sullenly, remnants of dried blood under his nose and a rather nice bruise on his forehead. Castiel and Dean both rush to him, talking over each other to ask if he’s alright.

“Matthew,” Castiel says, lightly placing a hand on Dean’s shoulder and quieting Dean. “Can you tell us about the fight?” Matthew gives a sullen nod.

“Eric Roth invited all the kids in class to his birthday,” Matthew sniffs, “But he said I couldn’t come.”

Castiel frowns. “Well, Matthew, that’s no reason to start a fight-“

“He said I’m gross because I have two dads.” A whimper escapes Matthew’s throat and he wipes as his face with his sleeve. The room goes quiet enough to hear a pin drop and both Cas and Dean twist around to look at a very bewildered Mr. Gault.

“Has this happened before, Matthew?” Castiel asks, his voice barely constrained and his eyes not leaving Gault. Matthew nods.

“He told the other kids not to talk to me because my dads are dirty-“

“Our son is getting bullied and you’re punishing him?!” Dean blurts out as he jumps to his feet, towering over the vice principle.

“Uh, well… I was told he started the-“

“I don’t care who the hell started the fight,” Dean snaps. “You’re ignoring abuse of your students and then blaming the victim when they fight back?”

“They shouldn’t be fighting at all-“

“And this has happened repeatedly.” Castiel finally lets the calm facade drop. “Have Eric Roth’s parents been made aware of their child’s behavior?”

“Well, he’s not the instigator-“

“We’re done here,” Dean announces firmly, scooping up a still sniffing Matthew into his arms. “I expect to hear that you’ve addressed the issues of bullying in your school and you won’t be suspending our child when he’s the victim.” Castiel and Dean walk out Mr. Gault’s office, leaving the man still gaping like a floundering fish.

As soon as they are out in the parking lot, Dean pulls back to take a look at Matthew. “You doing ok, buddy?” Matthew gives a small nod.

“Yeah,” he mumbles.

“Don’t worry about that Eric boy,” Castiel says, patting Matthew’s back comfortingly. “Dad and I will make sure to talk to his mom.”

“Did he hit you in the nose, Matt?” Dean asks. Matthew nods. “Your forehead too?”

“No, I head-butted him,” Matthew says. Dean can’t help but laugh.

“That’s my boy,” he says.

“Don’t encourage him,” Castiel says with a playful slap across his chest.

Pierced - Batmom x Batfam

I guess this somehow inspired me to write a very, very VERY short story about it ? I never wrote anything short so like…Here. Why not. So I wrote this thing in about 5 minutes for fun really. Hum. Oh and thought I’d get Tim for once, cause he has so few moments with his mom in my fics, so here ! Hope you’ll like my silly little story :

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

Awesome fan art of this story here : Clickclickclick by @audreythetealovingcat

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It’s early in the evening when Tim enters the kitchen for a good cup of coffee, a well deserved one after a long and boring day at school. 

You’re already there, reading a book while sipping slowly on a warm cup of tea. You’re too focused on your book to really realize that your son entered the room, and Tim can’t help but smile at himself about this. 

He was pretty sure that, if a earthquake ever happened at the same time you were reading, you wouldn’t even notice it. 

He walks around the kitchen counter and goes to you to plant a soft kiss on your cheek and…That makes you react. 

You turn your head towards him at the speed of light, startled, and you can see your son is trying to hold his laughter in. Little rascal. 

He knows how engrossed in a book you can get, and he knows how it always scares you when someone touches you while you’re that focused on it. It’s like someone suddenly came into the World you locked yourself in, and pulled you out by force. Uh. You hated jump scares. 

But oh, it’s your boy, and you can’t be mad at him for something that small really, and so you smile back, ruffle his hair and kiss his cheek too. 

-Coffee’s ready, my maternal intuition told me you’d be here around that time, seeking caffeine, and I made a pot when I arrived. It’s still warm. 

He smiles some more, and chuckles a bit at your “maternal intuition” thing. It was an inside joke you had with your boys. 

They were often impressed that you’d just know things. Sometimes it was a skill they had no idea you had, and if they asked you where you learned how to do “that thing that just blew their mind”, you’d tell them : “I read it in a book” (though the day you told them you learned how to do backflips and such by reading from a book, they realized you were just messing with them). 

But sometimes, they were completely stunned that you’d know something about them, like the exact time they would wake up, what they needed in that moment to feel better, or the fact that they skipped school that same afternoon and made sure no one could call you or their dad…Then you’d tell them : “It’s my maternal intuition…And you’re grounded for skipping school”). 

Looking over at the coffee pot, Tim smiles at you and goes to…Take the pot. He knew he was going to drink more than one cup, so why bother getting a mug out ? Drinking straight from the pot will do just fine. 

You look at him as he comes to sit in front of you and roll your eyes. He just shrugs his shoulder at you, and raise an eyebrow. 

You probably should tell him something about drinking too much coffee, but then, that ridiculously smart boy would find perfect arguments about why he needs that much coffee to survive, and you’d just get frustrated…So you just smile at him knowingly. 

Besides, he wasn’t as smart as he thought, and probably should have wondered more why you weren’t fighting THAT much about his coffee consumption…There were a reason really, you always made sure to be the one that made his pot of coffee. 

It was decaffeinated. 

You smiled at the thought of your son being completely oblivious to that, as you look at him drinking his coffee, eyes lost somewhere behind you. 

It was a talent, really, how Tim could disconnect from reality and just stare blankly at something without really looking at it…however, he wasn’t completely like you and your books on that subject. If someone talked to him (and he wanted to answer, or he’d just ignore and stare some more), or if someone, like right now, was looking at him intently like you were doing it, then he would snap out of his haze and react. 

-What is it mom ? 

-Oh nothing my boy, I was just…Admiring you. 

-Admiring ? 

-What ? I’m not allowed to look at my beautiful son ?

-Errr, mom…

-Oh come on Timmy, it’s just the two of us right now, we’re not in public, let me tell you out loud how much I love you.

Tim couldn’t help but smile. 

It was a regular occurrence, you almost “fangirling” over him and his brothers (and his dad, and even Alfred). Telling them how great you thought they were, how much you loved them and all. 

Of course you exaggerated things on purpose, acting like a proper groupie…And sometimes, the worst of them all, you’d do it publicly. Right before dropping them to school for example, just to embarrass them. 

But hey, all of your sons would be lying if they said it didn’t make them feel better about themselves, and they would actually be sad if you ever stopped telling them such things…Besides, they loved you a lot too, and would fanboy over you more often than not, without even noticing they were doing it (though the worst of them all would be their father…Oh my God your Broosh would fanboy over you so bad that sometimes, even you would blush). 

To be honest in this family, everyone was impressed with each other, and though some would never admit it (*cough* Damian and Tim *cough*), it was what made your family so close to each other, what made you all know that you’d never be alone, even in your hardest time. And all because of you. All because of your support and your openness to tell them what you feel about them, making them feel like it’s ok to talk about their emotions openly too and etc etc. 

Tim was thinking about that when something caught his attention. You were about to go back to your book but before, you needed to stretch and yawn. Loudly. With your mouth completely opened. And…

Something new that he never noticed before. He was SURE that if it wasn’t there before, at least a few months ago. He clearly remembers seeing you laugh with your mouth open and this wasn’t there (oh Tim and his incredible and a bit creepy memory). He raises an eyebrow and before you start reading again says : 

-Really ? A tongue piercing ? 

You raise your head once more to look at him and shrug, not even bothering answering him. Yes. You have a tongue piercing. You got it two months ago. You always wanted one when you were younger, but never had the money to actually do…And when you talked about it to Bruce he encouraged you to get one like, “do whatever you want my love”. 

And that’s what you did, because yes, you still wanted a tongue piercing. Why not ? You still loved them. So you just shrug at your son and take your book, but of course, as you suspected, he isn’t done. Though you’re pretty sure he’ll regret ever talking more very soon. He says : 

-Mom, like, how old are you ? Tongue piercing are for teenagers…

-Excuse me Tim but I don’t think teenagers do what I do to your father with my tongue piercing.

-They d…Wait what ? …Oh…OH ! …Gross…

-You asked for it boy.

And here it was. He tried to be witty with his mom and it came right back in his face. He should know though, that he could never win against you. Suddenly, his pot of coffee didn’t seem that appetizing, and with a last “Ew” look to you, he left. Besides, you’re smug expression was infuriating and the way you childishly stick your tongue out at him ? Oh when you wanted, you could get under his skin just fine. 

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-Did you know mom has a tongue piercing ? 

Tim asks his brother, that same night, as they’re all getting ready before their night patrol. It’s their father’s night off, and he and you already came to “kiss them good night” and tell them to be careful…and that’s good. That it’s Bruce’s night off. It means Tim can talk about your piercing without fearing any comments from their dad trying to gross them out. 

Jason turns to Tim and, his eyebrows raised and his mouth curled down, says : 

-I didn’t know, but, cool. 

Dick nods in agreement as he laces his boots, and even Damian doesn’t seem to care much. Tim continues : 

-Are you serious guys ? Mom got her tongue pierced and you don’t even care ! 

Damian turns to his older brother and just says : 

-I just hope it didn’t hurt her too much. But really, it would explain why she only ate soup for a while a few months ago. 

Tim facepalms himself and…but of course, why did he not notice that ?! 

-So all of you are cool with this ? 

They all shrug, and Dick says : 

-I mean, she’s a grown up, she can choose for herself, if she wanted a tongue piercing, why wouldn’t she get one ? 

-Yeah no I agree with that, I don’t mean like I…I’m…Ok honesty time. I don’t care about the piercing. I don’t mind. But I tried to tease her about it and…

His brothers burst out in laughter before he can finish his sentence and, yes, but of course. Trying to be witty with their mom, to tease her, was very dangerous. You had quite the reputation to be the “Queen of wits and sarcasms” so of course, he should have known what was coming. Just thinking about what you might have told him send them reeling in laughter. 

After a while, they finally stop and Tim, not even able to be vexed though he wants to, smiles and chuckles with them. Dick asks : 

-So, what did she tell you ? 

-Oh believe me my dear older brother, you don’t wanna know…You don’t wanna know…

But his words are enough to give them a hint at what you might have possibly told them and…”EWWWWWWWWWWWW”. 

Fin. 

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It’s stupid and bad , I don’t know why I wrote that haha. But I guess the idea made me laugh. Anyway. Here. The end. 

Imagine finding Chris’ tattoo about you.

It was 1:48AM by the time you and your boyfriend got home from your cousin’s wedding reception. It had been an insane night filled with lots of booze and a ton of dancing. Both you and Chris had drunk and danced your way long into the night; there was no doubt your heads and feet were going to pay for it tomorrow. But it’d been a great night, the two of you- as always- had a lot of fun together. The two of you were so cute together that everyone- even the bride and groom- were a little jealous of your relationship.

Chris spent the entire wedding being a total sweetheart, there was an endless list of sweet things he did: he carried your purse for you while you went to the toilet, he accompanied you when you had to run around and greet family members you hadn’t seen or talked to since you were a little girl, he wrapped an arm around you and kissed your hair when you started getting emotional about the vows, he made sure you drank enough water and ate enough food to counteract the alcohol you were consuming because he knew you were a lightweight after two years of being together. Chris even gave you his too-big-for-you shoes towards the end of the night, carried your heels in his hand, and ruined his favorite socks- all because he knew your feet were killing and couldn’t bear to see you in pain. You’d lucked out with him, that was for sure.

Chris carefully stacked your heels onto the shoe rack before turning his attention to his shoes that you easily slipped off. He picked them up and slotted them into their respective spot on the rack before taking your hand and hauling your half-drunk ass upstairs. Your eyes fell on his favorite socks which were no longer a pretty cobalt blue considering he padded around on public grounds without his shoes protecting them. You felt terrible as you were responsible for murdering his socks; it was more than likely you could just soak and wash them, but your half-drunk ass didn’t think of that.

“I’m sorry,” you said and he glanced over his shoulder at you with a raised brow; he’d no idea what you were apologizing for. “I ruined your favorite socks,” you explained then pouted, making him laugh. “They’re all dirty and gross now, thanks to me.”

“They’re just socks, sweetheart.” He shrugged nonchalantly because he really didn’t care, “don’t worry about it.” He tucked your arm under his when you got upstairs, he chuckled when he saw that you were still beating yourself up over the socks. “You’re still a little drunk, aren’t you?” He squeezed your hand gently and led you to the bedroom.

“I’m very much sober,” you said with a lopsided grin that made him laugh.

“Okay, my love. Let’s put you to bed,” he pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

He sat you down in front of your dressing table while he went into the bathroom to get your makeup cleanser and cotton pads. “Think you can manage?” He quizzed when he held out the two items for you; you nodded and took it from him, turning to the mirror to start the tedious process of removing your makeup. “Now let’s get this off,” he said as he moved your long locks out of the way to take off your necklace for you.

“Hey, Chris?” You looked at him through the mirror.

“Hm?” He looked up at you after he successfully removed your necklace.

“Do you think we’ll ever get married?” You asked him and he immediately smiled.

“Of course I do.” He lowered your necklace in your jewelry box. “I’m just waiting for the right time to pop the question. I feel like now isn’t because of my contract with Marvel, I mean- I don’t want to have to leave you after just getting engaged. I kind of just want to jump into the whole wedding planning and post-engagement glow, I can’t really do that if I have to run off. So I thought I’d wait until after my contract with Marvel finishes, if that’s okay with you.”

“As long as I know you’re in it for the long haul,” you smiled, “I’m okay with anything you want.”

“Sweetheart,” he chuckled. “Of course I’m in it for the long haul, if I weren’t- I wouldn’t have asked you to move in with me and I definitely wouldn’t have added your name to the house’s legal documents.” You nodded in acknowledgement. “Are you sure you’re sober?” He chuckled again, lifting your hair over your shoulders and letting it cascade down your back.

“Yes, I’d be a lot worst if I were drunk. You should know that by now,” you said and he laughed. “The wedding’s just got me thinking about having one of my own. I know you’re in it for the long haul, but we just haven’t talked about getting married before so-” You stopped talking and began to mumble when you saw the smile he had on his face, “I don’t know, I guess I just wanted to hear you say it.”

“I’m going to marry you,” he bent over and whispered into your ear. “I am not going anywhere and neither are you.” He planted a kiss into your hair, “are we on the same page now?” You chuckled but nodded, and he smiled. “I’m going to change out of this, I’ll be right back to unzip you.”

“Okay,” you nodded and resumed cleaning off your makeup.

In the mirror, you caught Chris walking into the wardrobe. He stood half in, half out as he took off his blazer, tie, slacks, then shirt. You watched him with great appreciation for his amazing physique; he was a lot more than his body, but it didn’t mean you didn’t appreciate it. He caught you admiring him as he pulled a pair of track pants over his legs, he smirked as he walked over shirtless with his tee in his hand.

“Why don’t you take a picture,” he teased, “it lasts longer.”

“Don’t really need to take a picture if you’re here for the long haul,” you winked at him. He chuckled and started to pull his tee over his head when you caught a tattoo on the side of his ribcage that you’d never seen before. “Hold up,” you lowered your cotton pad and turned around, lifting his shirt to take a closer look at the unfamiliar tattoo. “When did you get a new tattoo?” You trailed your finger across it then laughed softly when you realized what the tattoo was; a date, 4/7/2015. “Aren’t you patriotic, Captain?”

“Not that patriotic,” he responded with a light chuckle. “This is actually for the first time you told me you loved me,” he explained and you felt your heart skip a beat as you lowered his shirt. “Remember? Fourth of July, you met my family for the first time?” You nodded, smiling; it was a good day. “We rented a place by the beach, my whole family came out and we had a huge barbecue bonfire type thing.”

“And we snuck away just before they let off the fireworks,” you continued and he nodded, smiling. “We went for a walk on the beach and I told you I loved you, a feeling you very easily reciprocated which was nice to know. I can’t believe you got that memory tattooed into your skin,” you gently poked the spot where the tattoo was, “you couldn’t just keep it in your brain?”

“Nope,” he shook his head with a smile that made your heart flutter. “Because that memory is far too important to me. Yes, it reminds me of the first time you told me you loved me, but it’s more than that.” You raised a brow for a more elaborate explanation. “It’s the day my life fell into place, Y/N. When you told me you loved me, it was like- all the stars aligned,” he admitted and you felt your eyes welled with tears of joy. “That was the day I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.” He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it gently, then chuckled against your skin as he said. “And the day my mom said she’d disown me if I ever lost you.”

“Yeah, right,” you laughed. “Lisa loves you way too much to disown you, even if you did lose me.”

“You clearly don’t know how much she loves you,” he smiled. “About as much as I do,” he bopped your nose. You lifted his shirt to admire the tattoo again when he released your hand; an act to which he chuckled softly at. “If you’re wondering when I got it, let’s just say it’s been an inappropriate amount of time for you not to notice.”

“Okay,” you laughed softly as you pulled your hand away, letting his shirt fall back over his abdomen. “I’m sorry I don’t notice every single tattoo on you, you have too many.” He chuckled, turning you around to unzip your from your dress. “But I know about it now and I absolutely love it.” Your dressed dropped to the floor and pooled around your feet.

“Mm…” Chris brushed his lips against your bare shoulder as his hands ran up and down your sides. “Does this mean you’re going to get a matching one?” You turned around in his arms and wrapped yours around his neck, smiling. “Or you know,” he kissed your neck, “at least something that pays me and our love some form tribute?”

“You know me very well, Chris,” you began as he pulled back to look into your eyes, “so you should know what my answer is.” He chuckled softly when you smiled, the both of you simultaneously answered, “hell no.”

Under the Table (G.D)

Summary: You, Grayson and a few friends go out for a fancy dinner celebrating the boy’s success, and  the relaunch of TRL, and Grayson has been a little too handsy throughout the night, and decides to take it to the next level, right in front of all of your friends.

here’s another one for you dad @wonderfuldolans

Word count: 1.2k

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Warnings: Smut

“Babe where are you?We’re about to leave hurry please!” I heard my boyfriend, Grayson call out from the hall.

“Bathroom, and patience is a virtue Dolan!” I called back, as I continued to do my makeup.

Tonight, we were going to dinner, a quite fancy one if I say so my self. We were going with Ethan, and his girlfriend Josie to celebrate their new spot on TRL, and all of the crazy accomplishments they’ve achieved this year.

“Hey babe you almost read- woah.” I heard my boyfriend, Grayson call out as he entered the room. I was putting on the finishing touches for my look tonight, cladded in his favorite dress, and heels I knew that drove him crazy.

“Damn babe you look hot as fuc- I mean you look gorgeous, princess.” Grayson smirked, as he came up behind me and wrapped his strong arms around my waist, looking at our reflection in the bathroom mirror.

“Am i being conceited if I say that we’re a gorgeous couple?” I spoke, I mean it was true, he looked insanely gorgeous in his black button down, and black skinny jeans, he was a true work of art.

He then proceeded to place small kisses against my neck, tralining his way down to my collar bones, and making sure to pepper kisses everywhere.

“Hey babe, you think we can take a reign check on that dinner, I think I have a better meal in mind.” He moaned against my breasts.

“Gray nope! We have to go! Remember “Hurry Babe!” let’s go I just finished my makeup anyway.” I scolded, as Grayson huffed, following me to the front door.

“Guy’s where have you been, we’re gonna miss the reservation.” Ethan groaned out as we entered Grayson’s car which was park right beside E’s. 

“Okay can we go now i’m hungry as fuck.” Josie said causing all of us to laugh, and get into the car.

We drove separately, honestly I don’t know why, but I didn’t mind.

The entire car ride was pretty swift, only a twenty minute trip. But Grayson seemed pretty tense since he didn’t get to “preform the act of love” with me, but I decided to torture him a bit, placing the pal of my hand against his crotch as he drove, causing him to groan out slightly. As the drive continued, I palmed him, until we got to the restaurant.

“You’re really going to regret that baby girl.” Grayson smirked, as we entered the restaurant Ethan and Josie following us to the door.

“Reservations for Dolan, party of four.” Grayson spoke as we reached the reservations desk.

“Okay, we’ll lead you to your table.” A short lady, with a brown ponytail smiled leading us to a small table decorated with fairy lights, and dressed with a thick white table cloth, honestly the aesthetic fit the price point.

Once we all sat down at the table Grayson’s hand immediately went onto my thigh, put I thought nothing of it honestly, soon ordered our drinks were ordered we all began to look at the menu, honestly everything looked amazing.

“Hey babe what are you eating?” I asked.

“You.” Grayson spoke.

“Ew! This is a civilized dinner guy’s stop being gross.” Ethan said scrunching his face up, causing the both of us to laugh at his facial expression.

“Are you all ready to place your order?” The waitress asked as she approached our table.

We all nodded, as she began to take our orders, soon everyone placed theirs, and now it was my turn.

“I’ll take the spaghett..i” I said dragging the word out in surprise, jumping slightly as I felt a large hand travel dangerously close to my heat, trailing closer with each word I spoke, slowly massaging my thigh under my dress.

“You good y/n?” Gray asked putting a fake look of concern onto his beautiful features.

“Just peachy.” I sarcastically replied.

“Okay I’ll  be back in a few moments with your order!” The waitress spoke through a smile.

“You know I heard this place is supposed to be really good.” I said trying to start conversation, and forget about Grayson’s trailing hands.

“Me too!” Josie replied.

The wait for the food was nearly agonizing, as Grayson played with my clit slowly through my underwear, as he was in a deep conversation about their next video with Ethan and Josie, and I was attempting to stay in the loop, but I couldn’t even focus! I needed him to do something before I exploded, so I grabbed his hand in attempt to get him to speed things up, and surprisingly he complied. Entering a single finger in, pumping slowly in and out while continuing his conversation. 

This went on for a good few minutes, I was closer than ever. And the fucking food came!

“Enjoy!” The waitress spoke, placing our food in front of us. It all smelled amazing, but I couldn’t focus on the food, all I could focus on is the boy fingering me under the table.

Grayson continued to pump his fingers agonizingly slow one hand eating his food innocently ,and the other torturing me with the pure ecstasy just his hands could provide, his fingers were magic, but the slow deep thrusts they were preforming just under the tablecloth in front of all of our closest friends tortured me. I couldn’t scream out his name, claw his back, moan, or pull his hair, I had to act like everything was normal,  but I couldn’t help but squeak out a little moan, even though I attempted to suppress it. This boy can work wonders, even with just his fingers he could send me into a spiral of pleasure, and all I could do was grip tightly onto my fork and act like everything was pure and innocent, we couldn’t let anyone know what was going on under the table. 

It was just between the two of us.

“Fuck.” I  moaned quite loudly, still attempting to suppress them.

Damnit. Once I moaned, Grayson took this as a cue to pump his fingers even harder, and toy with my clit using his thumb and forefinger.

“You good y/n?” Josie asked, as Ethan started chuckling slightly. Fuck I think he’s onto us.

“Yeah I’m good I just got a really bad headache my head just started pounding all of the sudden.” I lied. Grayson was the real one doing all of the pounding.

“Sounds like a pretty bad headache babe, we should go home and take car of it.”

“Yeah, take care of that headache Gray!” Ethan yelled out erupting a few “hushes” from people at neighboring tables, as Gray threw two fifty dollar bills on the table, and flipped Ethan off as we exited the building quite briskly.

“Now it’s my turn to have a little more fun with you Dolan..” I whispered into the shell of his ear causing him to grin as we entered his car.

“You can do whatever you’d like with me tonight babygirl.” He seductively spoke causing me to grin.

Now, it’s time to get some desert, if you know what i mean.

The Friendly Wager (Part 3)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,978

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, complete and utter denial, social drinking, cheese - I needed something this fluffy ok? haha

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

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Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

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hey heres all the fucking freaks in the mcelroy rpf shipping server

some of these people are 30 years old. heres a list of everyone that introduced themselves in the server (with proof under the cut) (i also have censored screenshots of the gross ass porn they sent and them complaining about *~antis~* if you want to see)

@drcoxsredwingsjersey (he is 30)

@randombubblegum

@polygonstrosity

@carboysinc

@softboyphysics

@softerboys

@acedicide

@chamomint

EDIT: heres the blogs i missed the first time

@lizardish

@malkuun

@shamefulmorana

@monsterfactoryrule34

@tenderslices

@cloversion

@deanon

@scarykin

@pk-rockin-omega

@pkstarst0rm

@onlycatchanafterglow

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Make Me, Styles

Originally posted by thestylesgifs

A/N: So this was a requested imagine! Basically, you and Harry go to the same college and you bicker and act like you hate each other, but on the lowkey y’all both got a thing for each other. After a fight Harry comes over to your place and you end up fucking. ( my descriptions are trash but trust me just read it) Also I think this gif would be what Harry would look like if he was college age so let’s just go with that. Also for the purposes of this imagine let’s pretend Harry is not famous just the average college kid. Enjoy!

Warnings: Smut

Word count: 2.5k

You loved college. The freedom, the independence, the friends you made. It was your third year and a couple of your closest friends sprung for a little house off campus so you didn’t have to be confined to the closets they called dorm rooms. Everything was great, except for one thing. Rather, one person: Harry Styles.

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