A few years ago, a male grim reaper fell in love with a female human. You are their mostly human child. Then one day, your dad says, “Hey bud, today’s the mandatory ‘Bring Your Child to Work Day’, lets get you dressed up”.
description: Okay sure, maybe having a threesome with two best friends from the same frat wasn’t the smartest thing you’d ever done. But hey, when the result was them vying for your attention in the form of scandalous snaps, breathy audio messages, and unspeakable texts, well then the decision definitely wasn’t that bad — Or alternatively, your phone getting caught in the middle of Yoongi and Jungkook constantly trying to one-up each other in a war of sexting (and just maybe romantics).
Nine texts, four missed calls, several snaps, one voice mail
— who the fuck leaves voicemails?
The notifications flashed across the home screen of your
phone after your blurry and sleep-deprived eyes managed to locate the button to
stop your shrieking alarm that was set for six-thirty in the goddamn morning. The
early wake-up time due to the fact that it was your turn to trudge through the
morning shift at the café you worked at — now that was what you called a simple cause and effect. You have the
morning shift, so you set your alarm earlier than usual. It was simple, however
as your thumb rested against the screen of your phone, the previously mentioned
notifications continuing to stare back at you with urging enticement, you once
again wondered how this particular
cause and effect had come to fruition.
Your teeth caught hold of your bottom lip, bearing down on
the tender flesh as your heart began to rapidly beat against your chest. Ragged
sighs invaded your lungs as you pressed your thumb against the home button of
the device. It unlocked, revealing what you of course already knew would be
there. The small red dots that indicated how many missed alerts you had
received throughout the night. It was with a deep breath that you pressed down
on the first icon to rid yourself of the notification that held the least
Reid always knew that the binary boxes didn’t quite fit. It took a long time for them to feel at home in their skin. And as things started to click, Reid soon realized that non-binary representation was rare in the marketplace. In fact, it barely existed at all. So Reid enrolled in fashion design and set out to make the genderfluid progress they wanted to see in the world. But all the work they’re putting into dressing themselves up would be for nothing if they were breaking themselves down with tobacco. To Reid, self-acceptance was the challenge of a lifetime. They’d never harm the body they’ve worked so hard for by smoking cigarettes.
Hiiiii!!!! I love your art and how classy a lot of your characters dress. I wanted to know if you dress as fashionably as them?
Thank you anon! Im also answering this question in my usual off-the-clock attire which is… nothing but underwear. Im about a -2 on the fancy scale once I’m off work. I try to be fancy when it comes to social outings tho! I own a pair joggers… thats still cool right? the H&M ones? This gif is still an accurate representation of me.
He then just gushes about his cats and shows all of the reporters pictures and stuff from his cat account on Instagram and they’re so confused but it takes up all the time they have and Neil can go home without getting asked any more questions about Andrew Minyard so he counts it as a win
So now the whole world knows about Neil Josten and his precious cats
And with further investigation, his boyfriend???
Shit is happening
No one expected this kid to be so fucking cute with his bf and cats and domesticity like this???
When Andreil comes out, Neil posts a picture of Sir sitting on Andrew’s lap dresses up like him again
Andrew is reading and petting Sir and it’s the picture that makes everyone realize he’s not a monster
That, and the ones that follow
King is girl, and no one really cared when naming her
But now it’s made sort of a problem bc oops she’s having babies guys
Summary: After playfully sending suggestive pictures to Chris right before he presents at the Oscars you realize that you are in for the night of your life.
Author’s Notes: This wasn’t planned. I had no idea Chris was going to wear a velvet bowtie to the Oscars. I’m basically CEvans Trash. I literally just wrote this – instead of watching the freaking Oscars – so if there are any ridiculous grammar errors – please forgive me… I am tired and hormonal. This is probably trash, ha!
I tagged those of you that liked my initial post asking about this (along with some others). Soo yeah…..
You hummed to yourself absentmindedly as you applied the
rest of your makeup. Chris had promised his mom that he would take her to the
Oscars this year, and you had agreed that it was a good idea. After the show
was over you were to meet up with him to go to the after parties – which, let’s
face it, were always the best part of the night. As you rapped your knuckles
lightly on the bathroom countertop your phone dinged – alerting you to an
incoming message. You reached for it as you finished putting on your lipstick.
Of course it was from Chris.
“Miss you beautiful. Can’t wait to show you off to
everyone.” You couldn’t help but smile at this. Of course he would send you
something sweet. He had panicked that you would be upset about not going with
him to the show, but you had assured him over and over that it was fine.
You had watched him get ready earlier that afternoon – the
sight of him in his fitted suit and velvet tie had left your panties soaked.
While you had secretly hoped for a quickie before he left for the show you had
reasoned with yourself that there wasn’t time. Even the thought of the way he
looked caused the tingling between your legs to start again. You checked the
time on your cellphone before smiling. If the show was running on time Chris
would be presenting within the next five minutes – you turned towards the
television playing in the hotel bedroom for confirmation that the scheduling
had not gone askew. It hadn’t and you couldn’t help but think how perfect the
timing was. You were still only wearing your lingerie – not willing to wear your
beautiful dress in fear of getting makeup on it. You positioned your hand over
your panties, suggestively touching yourself, and formed a pout before snapping
“Wishing you could give me a hand.” You texted as you sent
the picture. You could tell by your notifications that he had immediately seen
it and you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself as you sat your phone down and
finished getting ready.
“Jesus Christ,” Chris muttered
to himself as he opened your text.
“Everything okay?” Someone
beside him asked.
“Oh yeah… yeah,” he nervously blundered as he secured his
phone safely back into his pocket. He was due to go on national television any
minute, and was now also secretly praying that he could quell his body’s
response to your text long enough to present. He chuckled nervously to himself.
He knew you had done it on purpose. He had told you when his presentation was,
and who it was after so you wouldn’t miss it. “I swear to god, Y/N. You’re
going to be the death of me,” he mumbled to himself as he pinched the bridge of
“Mr. Evans are you sure you’re
okay?” A stagehand asked nervously.
“Never been better!” He announced a little too
enthusiastically. Causing his co-presenter to jump beside me.
“Great… you are on in five….four…”
That was fine – he thought to himself – two could certainly
play this game and payback was going to be a bitch.
You were nervous. After your text you had never received a
response from Chris, but you were sure that he had saw it. Initially you had
laughed during his presentation. He seemed maybe just a little flustered – most
people wouldn’t have noticed, but most people hadn’t taken him to bed before
either. As you exited the limousine you looked around nervously – nearly jumping
out of your skin when a warm arm wrapped itself around your waist.
“Hey Babe,” he whispered into your ear – giving you a quick
peck on the cheek. You looked up at him and he graced you with one his dazzling
smiles. It was only when you really looked into his eyes that you realized he
had definitely seen the picture, had certainly reacted to it, and the game was
totally on. You swallowed hard – trying to bottle up your excitement as he
smirked at you while you walked towards the entrance of the venue. “Just for
the record,” he whispered – his beard tickling your ear – “I had to masturbate
in the bathroom during the Academy Awards, because of you.” He gave your ass a
quick slap which caused you to straighten up in surprise. You couldn’t help but
smirk back at him – this was certainly going to be a night to remember.
“Sebby!” Chris shouted as he waived Sebastian over to your
table. Sebastian said his hellos before taking a seat between Jeremy and Chris.
“What was up with you tonight?” Sebastian asked with a
smirk. His eyes seemed to twinkle with humor as he offered you a wink.
“What do you mean?” Chris asked as he tried his hardest to
keep a straight face – failing miserably.
“You seemed a little flustered is all,” Sebastian shrugged
as he laughed. “Can’t imagine what would cause Chris to lose his cool,” he
added to which Jeremy chuckled.
“I was a little distracted by something,” Chris added seriously
as he turned his gaze to you. You knew the more his friends joked the more you
were going to pay once you were alone with him.
You smiled shyly as you brought a glass of wine to your
lips. “I guess you need to work on that babe,” you shrugged before turning your
attention back to your conversation with Jeremy’s wife.
The following hours seemed uneventful – at least where Chris’s
revenge was concerned. You gushed over celebrities like Emma Stone, as he
politely introduced you – never taking his eyes off of you as you interacted
with his friends. Everyone continued to drink – the alcohol seemed endless.
Each time a bottle was finished at least two more arrived to replace it.
“Everyone should be dancing!”
Sebastian declared as he rose from his chair.
“Oh come on man,” Chris muttered as he shook his head. His
face was tinged pink from the amount of alcohol he had consumed. “I don’t know
if I can even stand right now,” he laughed.
“Y/N?” Sebastian asked as he offered you his hand. You took
it willingly looking over his shoulder to see Chris’s reaction. He was watching
you like a hawk – good.
You left the table with Sebastian hand-in-hand. Out of all
of Chris’s friends you liked Sebastian the best – probably because you had
known him before you had ever met Chris. “You are going to have hell to pay,”
Seb laughed as you danced against him.
“A girl can only hope,” you laughed as you smirked in Chris’s
direction. He was already rising from his chair – his eyes trained only on you
and his best friend.
“That didn’t take long,” Sebastian laughed as Chis meandered
his way through the crowd. As he neared Sebastian shouted, “She’s all yours,”
before laughing and walking back to the table where everyone else had stayed.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Chris muttered
into your ear as he pulled you roughly into him. He placed his hands on your
hips –guiding them to grind into him as you felt his growing erection. “You
kill me,” he muttered breathlessly against your neck. You could feel the
wetness between your legs grow as he continued to harden against your contact.
The feeling caused you to let out a soft moan. “Oh do you like that,” he
whispered seductively into your ear.
“Yes,” you responded
breathlessly. “Chris, I…” but he cut you off.
“Follow me,” he demanded as he took your hand, guiding you
towards one of the many private bathrooms. Being a celebrity had its perks – at
least you had a room to yourself.
You sighed as Chris looked the bathroom door behind him. You
were ready. Ready for him to ravage every part of your body.
“Not so fast,” he chuckled as he pushed you gently onto the
couch – you never quite understood the need for couches in bathrooms, but for
once you were glad to have one. You pouted quietly as Steve took you in. “Now listen
here baby girl – you’ve been torturing me all night. Sending me that naughty picture
of you and grinding yourself up against my best friend. Now it’s my turn,” he
muttered softly as he slowly removed his tie. “Give me your hands,” he
commanded. You obeyed giving him your hands. He took them in his hands and tied
the velvet material around them securely. He spun you on the couch – making you
lay on it fully before raising your hands above your head. “These better not
move, do you understand me?” He asked. You nodded as you whimpered your assent.
You would do whatever he said if he would help the aching feeling between your
He smirked as he worked your dress up to your waist –
admiring a portion of the lingerie he had seen earlier in the picture. He
slowly planted kisses up your leg causing you to squirm uncontrollably. More
than anything you wanted to twist your fingers through his hair and you soon
found your hands moving from their position. “What did I say?” he asked calmly
as you placed your hands back above your head. “Good girl,” he hummed – kissing
your wet core through your panties. “I think we can get rid of these,” he
murmured against your skin as he worked your panties off. He gently circled his
thumb around your sensitive clit causing you to buck your hips. “Mmm, my
naughty girl. You’re so wet,” he remarked as he slid a finger inside of you
causing you to moan out his name. “That’s right baby, you’re mine,” he said fiercely
as he added another finger – pumping them in and out of you as you squirmed
with pleasure. You could feel your walls tightening at his touch and your moans
became louder. You didn’t care who heard you. “Not yet baby,” he whispered as
he removed his fingers.
“What?” Your head snapped forward at this. He couldn’t just
get you close and then stop. “Chris,” you whined as you tried to sit up. He
pushed you back gently with a smile before moving his face between your legs.
He smirked up at you before burying his face into you. As he lapped at your
wetness you moaned his name louder causing him to suck on your sensitive clit.
As you bucked your hips he slid a finger into you. His mouth and fingers were
too much – causing you to cum all over his face. He lapped away your orgasm –
causing more moans to fall from your mouth – before he broke away with a smirk.
His beard was glistening with the remnants of your pleasure which immediately
made you ready for round two.
“Stand up,” he demanded as he stood and offered you his
hand. You placed your bound ones in his and he helped you to your feet. “I want
you to bend over the sink,” he explained as he motioned over to the sink. You
did as he commanded – your bound wrists stinging softly as the velvet bit into
your soft flesh. You watched in the mirror as he removed himself from his pants
– stroking himself a few times before approaching you from behind. He lifted
your dress to your waist again before nudging your legs apart with his own. As
he slid into you fully you groaned. He began to thrust into you as he held on
to your hips tightly. “God – you are so tight,” he exclaimed as his thrusts
began to become more disjointed. You groaned as your body reacted to his
thrusts – you could feel your walls tightening again with the promise of a
glorious orgasm. When he began palming your sensitive clit you came undone
around him – your orgasm spurring his own. He stiffened as he filled you with
himself. He sighed softly into your hair as he kissed the back of your neck
affectionately before removing himself.
“So that’s what happens when I send you nudes when you’re at
the Oscars?” you asked with a laugh as you sat shakily on the couch.
“I guess so,” he chuckled as he plopped down beside you –
wrapping his arm around you and bringing your head to his shoulder.
“Well I guess I should do that
more often,” you shrugged as you both laughed.
“Oh hell,” Chris sighed as he
pinched the bridge of his nose.
“What is it?” you asked alarmed.
“Seb and I had a bet on who would have sex at an Oscars’
after party years ago. I never thought it would be me so I’ve given him hell
for years about it,” he grimaced.
“Well I guess it’s time to pay
up,” you chuckled as you both rose from the couch.
“It was worth every last fucking penny,” Chris responded as
he pulled you into him – planting a soft kiss on your lips.
Tags: (I tagged those of you that liked my initial post asking about this along with a few others)
OKAY, SIT DOWN AND LISTEN UP YOURE ABOUT TO LEARN A THING OR TWO ABOUT HOW TO LOOK EXPENSIVE
•When in doubt wear it in black, white or grey
• Have at least one outfit that makes you feel like a BOSS ASS BITCH whenever you need a pick me up where it. You don’t even need to wear it out if you don’t want to, wearing it around the house will make you feel killer
• NEVER buy something you will only where once or with that one pair of jeans
• Don’t leave the house with sweatpants or leggings and jumpers on unless you are going to workout. It will make you feel like crap all day. Don’t get me wrong you have the right to be comfy but just make sure that what you wear makes you feel like a million dollars and other people will notice how damn fine you are.
• Have a colour scheme for your wardrobe and stick to it. If everything can go together you will never not look put together and classy.
• Don’t waste your money on trends they are trends for a reason - THEY WONT LAST
• If you want to look expensive buy clothes that fit you or get them fitted.
• Clean lines look chic and beautiful IRON YOUR DAMN CLOTHES
• Know what looks good on you and what you look good in, bear in mind that they may not be the same thing so have outfits that do both as well as one or the other. Cover all your options
• Become confident flaunting what you got, you look amazing.
• DONT THINK THAT SPANKS ARE SHAMEFUL. STOP SLEEPING ON THEM. THEY ARE THE SHIT. LOVE THEM AND USE THEM.
• Don’t make rash decisions when it comes to buying clothes make sure it’s good material and truly looks good. Sleep on decisions they may be the best one you ever made.
• MAN MADE MATERIALS LIKE POLYESTER LOOK CHEAP CAUSE THEY ARE. Save your money and buy 100% cotton or linen or silk or satin etc. Don’t buy man made materials they look cheap and don’t last.
• Dress for the life you want. It works. Honestly.
Do you know what all of the victims did on their last day alive?
I know some of their last moments. It seems a lot of parents spoke about their final moments with their children in interviews. (Some of the ones I listed are just last remembered activities, not what they did the day before sorry.)
Rachel’s last morning by now is very well known. Rachel and her brother had gotten into an argument because they were running late to school. He had rudely slammed the door in her face and unknowingly that was his last interaction with her.
I don’t know Daniel’s last day, but one thing that comes to mind was he held the door open for the people behind him as he fled the school.
Dave Sanders moments are also very well known. His last moments are what made him known as a hero. Instead of protecting himself and hiding, he alerted the students in the cafeteria confirming active shooters in the school. It’s safe to say he saved many peoples lives that day.
Kyle was driven to school everyday by his mother. Kyle’s last words to her were simply “Goodbye. I love you, mom.”
“When I heard he was one of the ones from the library, it only made sense. He was always in the library studying. He always put academics first. He had straight A’s but he would never brag about it. I kinda looked up to him because of it. He was never in a bad mood, he was consistenly happy.” - Greg Barnes
Matt was sitting with Isaiah and Craig Scott that day in the library.
It was a typical morning for Isaiah too. He had run out of the house and left his bed unmade.
The night before, her mother and her father had attended a Rockies game and got home around 9:30. When they got back, Lauren was slightly upset at them for coming back so late even though she knew they would be gone. She was disappointed because she wanted to snuggle and the game interrupted their ‘snuggle time.’ Her mother sat down with her for a few minutes, but Lauren had some work left to do and went off to bed. She said goodnight and told her mom they’d snuggle tomorrow. Her mom promised to put in extra time to snuggle. She never came home.
In John’s final moments, it was an everyday routine. He left his bible open on the dash of his beloved truck and was studying at the library on the day of the massacre like everyday.
Daniel too was in the library, a daily occurrence. But as he was approached by Eric, he pushed a chair out as a way to stand up to him. He was shot right after.
Corey and his mother had always danced together in the kitchen growing up. His mom remembers him and his brother always being good dancers. The night before his death, him and his mom just so happened to share a last dance out of the blue. It definitely wasn’t an every night occurrence, so looking back it was really special for her.
I’ll let her mom do the talking ;)
“April 20, 1999, started like any other school day in our house. At five
forty-five Brad, my husband, left for work, and a little later I got up to
wake the kids. Getting teenagers out of bed is always a small battle, but
that Tuesday was especially difficult. Cassie had stayed up late the night
before catching up on homework, and her books were all over the kitchen
table. Her cat’s litter box needed attention, too, and we were running late
with breakfast. I remember trying not to lecture her about all the things
that needed doing before she left for school….
About seven-twenty Chris kissed me goodbye, or at least gave me his
cheek, which is what it’s gone to lately (he’s fifteen) and clattered down
the stairs and out of the house. Cassie stopped at the door to put on her shoes – her beloved black velvet Doc Martens, which she wore rain or shine, even with dresses – grabbed her backpack, and headed after her
brother. As she left I leaned over the banister to say goodbye, like I always do: “Bye, Cass. I love you.” “Love you too, Mom,” she mumbled back.
Then she was gone, through the back yard, over the fence, and across the
soccer field to the high school, which is only a hundred yards away.
I dressed, made myself a cup of coffee, locked up, and drove off to work.”
Imagining an AU where Jughead Jones was forced to attend his Dad’s High School Reunion and spots the girl that he’s been harboring a crush on (but didn’t really know her name cos he only sees her in passing whenever she hangs out with her friends at the Drive-in that he works at), looking beautiful all dressed up standing at the entrance of the high school and then finding out that she’s the daughter of his Dad’s high school flame….
“DC. The house that Batman built.” “Get yourself ready for some…reading.” “Batman is very wise.” “Yeah, I’ve got an extra ab.” “We are transporting 11 million sticks of dynamite, 17,000 pounds of C4, about 150 little cute little classic bomb-type bombs, and two best friends, and request permission to fly over the most crime-ridden city in the world!” “I’m a loser at home, and I’m a loser at work.” “You should be terrified.” “All the C-grade villains have broken into the energy plant!” “Dear gosh, you destroyed the ___! You have thought of everything!” “I just wrote a song about how I’m gonna kick all of your butts.” “Get it together, guys, you’re making me look bad in front of Batman!” “Save the city or catch your greatest enemy.” “You think you’re my greatest enemy?” “I like to fight around.” “I’m okay with you fighting other people.” “Remember, kids: If you wanna be like Batman, take care of your abs.” “Were you looking at the old family pictures again?” “I don’t talk about feelings.” “Your greatest fear is being a part of a family again.” “Tuxedo dress up party!” “How am I supposed to get ___’s respect when I’m working with these human farts?” “I’m just so jazzed to meet you!” “I hate everything you just said.” “You won’t get to fight any of this anymore.” “Riddle me this: …what just happened?” “There are no more vigilantes allowed.” “You need to take responsibility for your life.” “I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Hello secret camera!” “You’ve been watching too many Lifetime movies and drinking chardonnay.” “Chance of failure is 110%.” “Sometimes to right a wrong, you have to wrong right.” “How dare you tell me how to parent my kid I just met.” “Life doesn’t give you seatbelts!” “I’m trying to give you a big old hug.” “What’s the vigilante position on cookies?” “It’s weirder if it’s not your son…” “Somebody get this man some pants.” “You can’t be a hero if you only care about yourself.” “I got thrown in this heckhole on purpose!” “I’m gonna go start looting.” “Ask your nerd friends.” “Who’s the greatest villain of them all now?!” “I’m rubbing my butt all over your stuff.” “Rename this the buttmobile.” “Do you ever get scared?” “This is not a family trip.” “It’s 100% lava.” “Why did you build this thing only one seat?” “Last I checked I only had one butt.” “For a loner, you sure like movies about relationships.” “Good news, our bathroom problem is solved.” “We are just one big happy f…raternity of people.” “I don’t need friends.” “I swear I’m a good guy.” “I was trying to protect them…” “Are they really the ones you’re protecting?” “Don’t do what I would do!” “You’ve gotta let me go down there and save them!” “I don’t even know why you bothered coming back.” “…I was afraid.” “I was afraid of feeling the pain you feel when you lose someone close to you.” “Saving this city is too big a job for one person.” “Who’s laying down those funky beats?” “Okay, ___. Bring the pain.” “As I predicted, we’re doomed!” “You had me at shut up.” “How are your abs, bro?” “Sometimes losing people is part of life, but that doesn’t mean you stop letting them in.” “This is my family. But it’s your family too.” “Do you have a knife? Because someone needs to cut the tension between us.”
Clothing meme: Athletic Lob, Something Ricardo would never wear (his proper work uniform), Dressed up for a first date (with Rick of course) Daycare Stan, Prison Uniform Punkle Stan, Crop Top for The Clean Up Crew feat. JERTY, and Royalty Miami Rick (he’s king of the tennis courts). Thanks to everyone who sent in!