i was in a rush when i wrote this

Imagine Chris freaking out about you. (Part A)

A/N: Part 5 is in two letter parts, why? ‘Cause I’m a monster. No shit, I was crying so hard when I wrote this. You can read the previous parts here: (‘Charlotte Rose’ - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4) and (‘Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’; ‘Baby Fever’; 'Memory Lane’; and 'Little Ones’ - Masterlist) Enjoy. X

June 23, 2019; you were thirty-two weeks and Chris was still experiencing the pregnancy with you. Alex was right when he said “they’re surprisingly understanding at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer.” After signing a contract with them, they told both their writer and their director that they were in no rush to start production and could wait until their power couple had their second child before they cracked the hammer. Needless to say, you and Chris were both incredibly grateful to them. It also gave the two of you a chance to assure them that the movie was going to be amazing because it meant you had more time to plan, review, and refine.

At 1:48AM, Chris was still going strong with scene twenty-eight; you, however, had fallen victim to exhaustion and was now fast asleep. Chris looked over at you and chuckled softly, carefully taking your glasses from your face and putting your worn copy of your script aside. He reached for a cashmere throw and was about to cover you with it when you woke due to a sharp, stabbing pain in your abdomen.

“Oh my God,” your hand flew to your stomach as tears filled your eyes. “Chris,” you whimpered, grabbing his wrist with a tight squeeze. His entire body went numb when he saw how pale your lips were becoming from the pain you were experiencing from your sudden contractions; the pain was like your worst period cramps, but ten times more intense. “What’s happening?”

“Breathe,” he advised, trying to do the same himself as he didn’t want to start freaking out too. “We’re only thirty-two weeks, you can’t be-” He cut himself off when you whimpered again, squeezing your eyes shut as you grimaced. “We gotta go to the hospital, I’m going- I’m going to take you to the hospital.” He peeled your hand off his wrist then rose to his feet, scrambling a little as he was on the verge of a panic attack himself.

“No, wait,” you panted; Chris turned around with narrowed eyes. “It’s- um-” you managed a smile because you didn’t want to worry him. “It’s fine, it’s not pa-” A blinding pain shot through you and you cried, making Chris flinch. “Oh my God!” You felt the tears spill out of your eyes and roll down your cheeks. “No, stop,” you shook your head as you saw your husband reach for his phone. “I’m fine, Chris. I’m fin-” you bit the inside of your cheek to stop from crying out as you experienced another contraction.

“You are not fine,” he ignored you as he dialed for Scott; someone needed to look after Jack while he took you to the hospital and he was the closest being only half an hour away. “We’re going to the hospital, Y/N,” he asserted as he rejoined your side, taking your cold hand in his. “You’re freezing,” he muttered to himself.

You tried to sit up straight when you felt something warm flow out of you, you looked down and saw blood which sent you into a panic. “Chris,” you squeezed his hand and he turned to you. “I’m in trouble,” you told him and he frowned. “I’m bleeding,” you started to cry as you beckoned his gaze to your pants.

“Oh my God,” he breathed. “Let’s go, let’s go now.” He helped you to your feet with his phone held up by his shoulder. “We’re- Scott! Scott, oh my God. We need you to meet us at Boston General, Y/N’s bleeding and we don’t- We need you to come get Jack. Please, hurry!” He hung up then supported you as you made your way to the front door.

“What’s happening, Chris?” You couldn’t stop crying and Chris’ eyes were starting to water too. “What’s going to happen to our- Oh, God!” You cried, hunching over as you stopped walking. “No no no,” you whimpered as you started to sob. “I can’t lose her, Chris!” You screamed when he tried to get you to continue walking.

“Hey hey,” he knelt down in front of you, taking both hands in his. “We’re not going to lose her, okay? Look at me, sweetheart. Everything’s going to be fine, you just have to let me get you to the hospital. Just breathe, baby. I’m not going to let anything happen to either of you.” You turned away from him, choking on your tears. “Believe in me, I’m going to take care of you.”

“What’s going on?” Jack’s voice turned both your heads. He and Dodger were awoken by the commotion; he stood on the staircase rubbing his sleepy eyes, whereas Dodger had gone into alert mode and rushed to your side. “Mama, are you okay?”

“I’m-” You bit the inside of your cheek again, not wanting to scare Jack and Dodger more. You reached down and patted Dodger when he nudged his head into your leg, giving him a weak smile. “I’m fine,” you nodded at Chris who was clearly at wits end with worry.

“Bud, come here.” Chris rose to his feet and beckoned Jack over with his hand; Jack ran over and Chris scooped him into his arms. “We’re going to the hospital, okay? Uncle Scott’s going to pick you up from there while I check Mama in.” Jack nodded as he looked over at you, his small face filled with worry. “She’s going to be fine, I’m just going to need your help to keep her calm in the car. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Jack nodded. “I’ll walk,” he said as he got his dad to put him down, “you help Mama.”

Jack grabbed his jacket and put on his shoes himself while Chris helped you with yours, trying not to start crying every time you’d whimper or cry out with pain. He made Jack take your hand while he put on his own shoes and jacket, keeping an eye on you the entire time. He told Dodger to stay as he and Jack helped you out, locking the door behind the three of you. You heard Dodger bark a couple times before he quieted down; your heart ached for the pup. Chris helped you into the back seat then helped Jack with his car seat before he got in and drove out to the hospital.

“Mama, it’s going to be okay.” Jack squeezed your hand as you cried softly, breathing through the pain that you wanted to faint from. “You’re going to be okay.” He shared a glance with his dad through the rear view mirror, managing a smile when he saw his dad manage one.

Scott had reached the hospital before the three of you did, he was standing outside the entrance with a nurse and a wheelchair. They rushed over to help you into the chair, asking you questions that you were too panicked to answer so Chris did for you. Scott scooped Jack up and followed behind Chris who was wheeling you behind the nurse.

They took you up to Obstetrics ward and called your gynecologist from there while the resident doctor examined you. Chris stayed by your side the entire time, whereas Scott and Jack waited in the waiting room. The doctor and nurses hooked you up to several machines, checking your blood pressure, temperature, and pulse- which they also did for the baby, making sure her heart was still beating as you couldn’t feel her moving inside you anymore. After deliberating with your gynecologist on the phone, they decided it was best if she came in to help you deliver the baby immediately via c-section.

“Chris,” you cried softly as they prepped you for surgery; your husband held your hand tightly, a little worried that things would turn out badly in the OR. “If anything happens-” You began because you had the same concerns, but he shook his head, cutting you off.

“Don’t you even dare,” he managed a soft chuckle with very limited humor; it was his only way to stop himself from crying. “Nothing bad is going to happen to you, Y/N. I’m going to be right outside waiting for you to join me in becoming parents to two beautiful children, okay?”

“I’m scared,” you admitted, squeezing his hand tightly. “I don’t want to do this alone.” You shook your head, your lower lip quivered as you tried to stop yourself from crying. “I can’t do this alone, I’m not strong enough.”

“Yes you are,” he brushed your hair back, smiling. “You are the strongest person I have ever met in my entire life, Y/N. Not even Captain America can live up to your level of strength and bravery.” You managed a smile through your fears and tears. “And you are not alone, I am with you always.” He placed his hand on your heart. “Always, Y/N.”

“We’re ready,” the nurse informed you and Chris; you both tensed immediately. “Dr. Vanderbilt is waiting in the OR.” You tightened your grip on Chris’ hand, shaking your head at him because you didn’t want to go in. “You’ll see each other in a few hours.” The nurse shot Chris a look because she was going to need him to let you go seeing as you weren’t going to let him go.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to be fine.” He assured you. “I’ll see you in a few hours, okay?” You shook your head, tightening your grip as he tried to loosen it. “Baby, you’re going to be okay. I promise you, you’re going to be okay. Trust me, trust yourself, and trust our daughter. She wouldn’t do anything to hurt you,” he promised as you felt your grip loosen. “I’ll see you soon, okay?” He gently caressed your face and kissed your lips before taking a step back so they could wheel your gurney into the OR.

He held up his hand, giving you a small wave until you disappeared behind the doors. He let out the breath he’d been holding in and leaned against the wall, feeling tears well his eyes. With his arms crossed over his chest and his head buried in his hand, he waited to see you again.

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Part 5B coming soon.

years down the line, when they’ve both been forcibly dragged into adulthood, and the rush of “i love you i want you i want to stare into your eyes forever” calms down a bit, maintaining the romance gets harder. in many ways, their relationship is better now than it’s ever been - now that isak is more aware of even’s boundaries, now that even has more of a grasp on isak’s relationship with his parents and the internalized homophobia he dealt with for years. they’ve fallen into a routine, and it’s not bad exactly, but a part of even misses when it would take him a few minutes in the morning to remember that’s isak lying next to him, when he’d still get butterflies in his stomach every time isak let himself fully look at him.

still, he’s surprised on their anniversary when isak throws down his fancy napkin at this fancy restaurant and asks, “do you remember our first kiss? fuck it, do you think it’d be less awkward a second time?” his eyes are shining. “let’s recreate it?”

and, well, isak’s not the spontaneous one in their relationship. even’s the one who fell in love with epic dramas at nine and made that his life calling. but after all these years, there are still layers of isak left for him to uncover.

“uh…we may be pushing our luck with breaking and entering a second time,” even says, and since when has even been the responsible one? it’s not a good look on him, but he’d already been chewed out by his assistant for blaming too many of his antics on artistic license. sooner or later, someone would call him out on his bullshit. 

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If Anyone Thinks Naruto Shippuden Episode 500 Was Perfect/Amazing Ending

I Won’t Even Rant About This Right Now.  I Didn’t Even Shed A Damn Tear All These Years Of Watching Naruto & To See This Is How The Show Ended. REAL Naruto Fandom Should Be Ashamed To Acknowledge All This B.S. 

-ShikaTema (Was A Little Rushed But Good Job)

-Shino (Nice To See His Passion Towards Helping Children Good Job)

-Kakashi (Kept His Cool Demeanor & Wished Them Well Good Job)

And That’s All. In The Good Department.

Bad Department.

-Iruka (Terrible I Thought He Should’ve Said He Will Always Love Naruto But Instead He Wasted That Moment For Hinata Happiness (WTF ABOUT NARUTO’S HAPPINESS?!?!) All That Hype About What To Say To Naruto When He’s Being Recorded Just To Say What He’s Been Saying All Along. Also Iruka Kept Blowing Off Naruto Suggestions & Constantly Pushed Naruto Towards Hinata. Naruto Only Wanted To Have Fun With His “Father” B/C He Hasn’t Seen In Awhile & Missed Him.

- SasuSaku (Don’t Get Me Started) I Honestly Feel Bad For The Fandom So I Won’t Write Anything About It. 

- Sakura (My Heart Breaks For You) I’m So Sorry. 

-Boruto (Being Passed Naruto’s Headband, But He Doesn’t Want To Follow In His Father’s Footsteps.) P.S I Rather Sarada Received The Damn Headband At Least She Values Naruto & His Position More Than Boruto. (But She’s Not His Daughter & The Next Show Doesn’t Follow Her Story So It’s Whatever)

And That’s All That Stood Out To Me. Waste Of My Time. 

New fic: ‘Damn weather’

This fic is for @emilyevanston, for being one of the kindest people there is. I’ve had a horrible day, including getting soaked through (sadly with a different ending than this fic!), being laughed at because of my mental health problems, then working late… But @emilyevanston made things better. Thank you <3

So this was supposed to be a short thing but I waffle on, a lot. The idea came to me on the bus as I sat there wet through and I wrote it when I got in from work, so it’s a bit rushed, sorry. 

I know you’re not a BuckyGirl, but this wouldn’t have worked with Chris/Steve/Cap. I promise the next Chris idea I have, is for you <3

You couldn’t actually get any wetter now, you were pretty sure. Your umbrella had been turned inside out and was now dumped in the nearest bin, accompanied by muttered cursing.  Your boots, it turned out, had a hole in the sole and now one foot was wet and squelching. One wet foot was somehow worse than two, although the toes on both feet were numb with cold.  Your coat, advertised as waterproof, was apparently only proof against water that was in a sealed box a mile away. Water that was falling down from the sky was too much for it.  Your hands were red with cold, your nose probably matched, and your hair was plastered to your face.  

You were standing by the side of the road, trying to get across, eyes firmly fixed on the bright windows of the café opposite.  The windows were fogged with steam, telling you just how warm it would be if you could just get across and in there. You wanted to wrap your hands around a warm mug of coffee, let the steam unlock the frozen muscles on your face, warm up just for half an hour or so before you faced the walk home. But you couldn’t get across. The traffic was constant, cars rushing past, headlights shining on the wet road, wheels hushing in the rain.  You let out a sigh of frustration.

“Damn traffic, huh?”

You looked up, surprised. You’d been so busy trying to blink the water off your eyelashes that you hadn’t realised there was someone else standing waiting now. Someone… oh… wow. Someone very attractive.  He gave you a half-smile, that smile of recognition, of fellow feeling, that said ‘look at the two of us, standing here all wet, while these drivers zoom past all dry’.  You couldn’t help but smile back; the way his mouth turned up at the corners was impossible to resist.

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Love is a Sickness

words: 7251
rating: angst with a happy ending
a/n: okay, i know that it’s a lengthy one shot, but i wrote this a while back and decided to upload it now cause i’ve been getting yongguk feels lately ;~; it’s really long, but i tried to rush some parts, so please excuse my writing if it sounds awful. it’s actually been a while since i last wrote.

You were only seven when you met nine year old Bang Yongguk. He was quiet, timid, and shy. Although he was only nine, he was quite smart for his age - already learning about the real world and who to trust. You guessed that was expected since he was the heir to his father’s company.

Your families were close with one another, so you grew up with the boy. You had learn how to admire him as the two of you got older. And that admiration had turned into something called love - something that you could’ve never imagined yourself feeling for him.

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Valentine Double Date

A somewhat long fic (around 6k words) about Touken and Ayahina’s double date, which began from a girl’s innocent attempt at pushing her Onee-chan and Onii-chan together. Mostly fluff, hints of angst. This is a fic I wrote to have fun and let myself go so it’s nowhere close to the standard of my older fic, but this poor lonely single soul just wanted to have something to do on Valentine’s Day. ;_; Enjoy!

Please reblog if you like this! Feel free to leave comments/ request anything!

“Please say yes!” Hinami was almost screaming, as she clasped her hands together and leaned forward in a perfect bow. Kaneki and Touka blinked in disbelief for a moment, looking at each other before looking at her again. 

“You want us…” Kaneki murmured hesitantly. 

“… to follow you and Ayato on your date?” Touka continued, tilting her head in confusion. “But why?”

“B-Because… tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and…” Hinami murmured, her cheeks completely flushed as she shifted about uncomfortably. “I feel uneasy going out alone with him.” 

“Uneasy?” Touka wondered in confusion. “But weren’t the two of your partners in Aogiri? You were alone quite a lot, right?”

“Yeah but…” Hinami sighed, took a deep breath and let it out, fingers fumbling with one another. “This is different from that… I just… don’t…” 

“If you don’t want to go, you should tell him—”

“No! I want to go!” Hinami yelped, cutting into Kaneki’s words. “But but but… A-Ayato-kun scares me sometime!”

“Oh, is that so?” Kaneki said, turning to Touka with a blank expression. “I don’t mind… Is that okay with you, Touka-chan?”

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Chocolate Drunk | Valentine

A/N:  Yuri on Ice!!! (Victuuri, lee Victor) -  20. “I may have had…hehe…just a bit too much to drink…?” // Valentine-ized.

Seeing this prompt and linking it to Valentine, I just couldn’t help making it sort of sequel-ish to my other drunk Yuuri fic: Chocolate DrunkHappy Valentine’s Day!

Summary: Yuuri and Victor are out on their romantic Valentine’s dinner date. Things turn out a lot different though, when a bunch of Victor’s fangirls show up and disturb their date… and Yuuri gets jealous. Oh, and drunk. Let’s not forget drunk.

Word Count: 2013

“Cheeers!” Pleasant background music, candlelights and clinking glasses. Yuuri couldn’t have been happier that both of them could take their hands off their busy training schedule for a romantic Valentine’s Date. 

“To the best Valentine’s Day ever,” Victor told him with that attractive smile, and Yuuri nodded with a blush and took a few sips from his wine. 

“Yes, the best!” he agreed. This was their first Valentine’s Day together as a couple, so of course he was happy. Before, Valentine’s Day didn’t really have much meaning to him. He didn’t date, he didn’t really love. But now with Victor in his life…. He sighed dreamily.

“So, what do you want to eat? I’m starving,” Yuuri said, and he took a look at the menu.

“Me too. Hmm, how about….hm?” Both of them looked up when the sound of squealing girls’ voices disturbed the peace.

“V-Victor Nikiforov? Kyaaaa!” Yuuri rolled his eyes with a smirk. It was quite a regular thing to have girls fangirl over his boyfriend. It was all fine.

“To meet you on Valentine’s Day. I’m like, the luckiest woman in the world!” Yuuri did an inner choking move. Alright, maybe he could get a bit salty about fangirls after all. They were just… gross. Victor was his boyfriend. But it was all fine, they’d go away soon.

“Right? Do you want a picture?” Yuuri’s eyes snapped open, and he glared at Victor. Was he in his right mind? Accepting picture offers was one thing but… Offering them by himself was something else. 

Yuuri frowned in annoyment. He sure was enjoying his moment of fame hm? Pouting, he returned his attention to the menu, doing his best to ignore the mess around his table of Instagramming and Snapchatting girls about their miraculous encounter with Russia’s famous dreamy figure skater.

“Sorry about that!” Victor finally said after numerous of private photo snaps, and Yuuri tried his best to hide his annoyment. It was fine, they were gone now.

“So. What do you wanna eat?” They finally ordered their first course, and Yuuri was starting to relax again. He wanted to treasure today’s Valentine’s Date with Victor. He just wanted–

“KYAaaa it’s true!” Oh no. Not only Yuuri but also other guests and restaurant staff looked up when an unwanted crowd of females entered the place. Shit, the damn curse of social media. Yuuri jolted in shock when a pile of heartshaped Valentine’s chocolate boxes ended up on their table, and Victor got dragged in another moment of fame. 

There were no big camera’s or media - thank God - but the current crowd sure did their job with:

“How are you enjoying your Valentine’s Day?” “Do you have a Valentine?” 

-while shoving phone camera’s in his face. Yes, right here, Yuuri thought as he munched on his food with a frustrated expression. Victor was very extravagant in his replies, but he didn’t mention he was on a romantic date with his student. He didn’t mention Yuuri was his Valentine..

Yuuri sighed and stared at the chocolate boxes. Fuck it, Victor. He angrily snatched away one of the boxes, opened it violently and ate the chocolates. Hmm yum. Not even anyone noticed. He was that important of a factor in here. It was all Victor this, Victor that. 

A sip of his wine, chocolates. More wine, more chocolates. Yuuri wanted Victor to notice him. To get frustrated as a coach or boyfriend or whatever - for going on an eating rampage, and eating the sweets that were meant for him. Ha. He’d see Yuuri didn’t like him being like this. 

He would definitely– Yuuri finished stuffing chocolate bonbons in his mouth from the third box like a pig, and with his cheeks round and filled like a hamster he suddenly smiled when the fangirls got finally successfully chased out of the restaurant by the waiters. 

Ahhh. Life was good. They were gone. Yuuri was surprised how much of a difference it made.

“Yuuri?” Victor asked him, and he nodded, swallowing the chocolates. He could vaguely register how one of the waiters cleaned up the pile of empty chocolate boxes and he ordered another wine. What a beautiful place to be. Was this what happiness felt like? Wait, what were they doing again?

Yuuri?” Yuuri smiled at Victor, feeling a little bit dizzy.

“Sorry Vitya. I may have had…hehe…just a bit too much to drink…? This is good stuff!” Holding up his wine glass, Yuuri licked his chocolate lips.

“Drink? That was only your first! Don’t tell me you seriously ate all those bonbons? Didn’t last Christmas teach you there’s alcohol in those as well?” Victor lectured as he looked at the pile of empty boxes in disbelief, and Yuuri lifted his head dreamily.

“Christma- bonbons? Wha?” he blurted out in confusion, and he took a thirsty sip from his new wine when it arrived at the table, yay!

“That’s it Yuuri. No more, geez. Why did you have to eat all the chocolates those girls brought?” Victor leaned over the table to take his wine and also reached out to wipe his mouth, but no.

Girls. Now he remembered why he was feelings so shitty. Triggered, Yuuri slammed the table with both hands- or well, his hand landed flat in his unfinished first course, and he hiccupped.

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okayyyy so basically today at work i couldn’t get the song “can’t help falling in love” out of my head and long story short i was feeling inspired and wrote a fic for zimbits based on it! i hope you like it, this is like the longest thing i’ve ever written and i’m honestly really proud of it

Wise men say only fools rush in

It’s a rainy Sunday afternoon the first time Bitty knows he loves Jack.

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What Genji almost wrote. (sadly he did not send this and send a normal piece of mail…shame really). This was “rushed” to be honest and so it looks messy. Did the line art after I did everything XD

I love this particular part of the Overwatch comic “Reflections” for three reasons; 1.) I like the Genji x Mercy ship, 2.) He’s left handed (the quill is in his left hand) which is pretty cool, 3.) this is my own belief, but screw it, I think Genji is a mother!@#$%%^%& artist.

If you look at the paper, it’s horizontal, but when Mercy is looking at it, its vertical. I’m pretty certain I’m not the only person who turns their paper when they are trying to draw. I’m right handed, but they say a lot of artists are usually left handed (where they get that stat from anyway?). Blizzard, if this the case, I love you eternally for making a bad*** ninja that can draw. It gives me hope, false hope, but hope of my ninja dreams.

Btw Hope you all a Merry Christmas, or whatever it is you do in the world.

Baby Pull Me Closer

I HAD to write this, after seeing this particular prompt. So, please enjoy this short, pure-fluff jaydick ficlet I just wrote. 

After an especially grueling night of vigilante business, the only two things on Dick’s mind were a shower, and Jason. Even better, was the prospect of having both of those things… simultaneously. Which is why, despite his exhaustion, Dick felt a sudden thrill rush down his spine when he heard the shower running in the bathroom, upon entering the apartment.

He shut and locked the window, then immediately started stripping from his suit, tossing pieces aside as he made his way to the bathroom. Jason would be pissed about the haphazardly discarded clothing strewn about the room, but Dick was too focused on his mission to care about the repercussions of making a mess.

By the time he made it to the door, Dick was clad only in his boxers, and his mask. He paused in front of the door, and carefully removed the mask, before flinging it away as well. As he did so, he picked up on a… sound… coming from the bathroom.

Curiously, he pressed his ear against the door, listening carefully.

“-Bite that tattoo on your shoulder, pull the sheets right off the corner of that mattress that you stole, from your roommate back in Boulder, we ain’t ever getting older…”

With a grin, Dick opened the door as quietly as he could, hoping Jason was too wrapped up in his little performance to notice anyone entering.

As Jason continued to sing, Dick slid his boxers down his legs before kicking them off. He yanked the shower curtain open, startling Jason as he stepped over and into the tub, all the while joining in the duet.

“You… look as good as the day I met you, I forget just why I left you, I was insane. Stay and play that Blink-182 song, that we beat to death in Tucson, OK!” Dick sang enthusiastically, pushing Jason to the side as he stepped into the spray of water.

Jason laughed, and instantly pulled Dick into his arms, encircling the older man’s waist.

“I know it breaks your heart, moved to the city in a broke-down car, and four years, no call, now I’m looking pretty in a hotel bar. And I, I, I, I, I can’t stop! No, I, I, I, I, I can’t stop!” Dick continued on, throwing his arms around Jason’s neck. He threw his head back and belted out the lyrics.

Jason pressed a kiss to Dick’s forehead before joining him in the next verse.

“So, baby, pull me closer in the back seat of your Rover, that I know you can’t afford! Bite that tattoo on your shoulder! Pull the sheets right off the corner, of that mattress that you stole from your roommate back in Boulder. We ain’t ever getting older!”

At some point, Dick had picked up the bottles of shampoo and conditioner on the shelf, and handed one to Jason. They used them as microphones as they belted out the rest of the lyrics together, bodies remaining entwined.

They finished the song, their breathing ragged, and foreheads pressed together.

Dick pulled away first, with the brightest of smiles shining on his handsome face. “I came to join you with completely different intentions, but I gotta say, I think this option is way more fun.”

“Yeah?” Jason asked, before he reached out and brushed away the wet strands of hair from Dick’s face.

“Oh definitely,” Dick assured with a nod. “Now, what are we singing next?”

Annual Writing Self Evaluation

thank you @lululawrence for tagging me!! xx

1. List of works published this year:

(from oldest to latest) 

To the Ends of the Earth | Tell Me What You Want | A King Beside You | I Love You Most | Coming Up For Air | Finding Lou | the wonderlands | The Prologue | the impossible now | love is divine 

2. Work you are most proud of (and why):

I wanted to say the Wonderlands bc it’s the one i’ve worked the hardest on. but i think it should be “the impossible now”. i wrote that when i was trying to find an apartment in NY, and crying almost 24/7, and trying to NOT drop out of grad school. and i thought it was the worst thing i’d written. i rushed it and finished the day it was due with hardly any time to proofread. and after all that, people still liked it. so yeah, i’m super proud of that, and what i can do when my life feels like it’s eating itself whole.

3. Work you are least proud of (and why):

A King Beside You. I just don’t think I worked on it enough. i didn’t give alien harry the attention he deserved.

4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

from Finding Lou

5. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

it’s kind of graphic? and gross? but you’ve been forewarned.

“the mouthpiece of my tepid soul” gets me everytime.

6. A time when writing was really, really hard:

after Jay passed? I haven’t felt like writing anything since then. In general the bottom half of the year has been extremely difficult and unproductive. i started grad school and moved to new york, and yeah, it’s just not been my best!

7. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

That smut in love is divine? I don’t know where the fuck that came from. it’s definitely the filthiest thing i’ve ever written. and i can’t even read it back without covering my eyes or needing a shower.

8. How did you grow as a writer this year:

lol have i grown as a writer this year? that’s the question. i’m not sure i have!!

9. How do you hope to grow next year:

i hope to be a published writer next year!! that’s the ultimate Glow Up. in general, i just want to keep feeling impressed with what i write. right now i feel like the amount of times i’m dissatisfied outweighs the amount of times i’m impressed with my writing. i want to even things out.

10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

i have so many!! there’s definitely not one person. but i feel like i should give a shout out to @worshippedlove bc she’s super honest and i know i can trust her when she says something works or doesn’t work. she’s sacrificed a lot of time to help me. she’s motivated me to finish things i didn’t think i could. and i’m very very grateful for her help and support.

11. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

My depression lmao.

12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

just keep writing and reading. that’s the only thing you need to do!! read to learn and write to improve!! ALSO you will always have times when you’re unimpressed with yourself. everyone thinks their writing is shit! that does not make it true.

13. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

ALL OF MY WIPS. i’ve challenged myself to finish every single one by the end of the summer.

14. Tag three writers whose answers you’d like to read. ;)

@fondleeds @juliusschmidt @mediawhorefics :) 

*All answers should be about works published in 2016. Also, you can skip any questions you hate or don’t want to answer, but please leave them on the list so that others can do them if they want. :)

B.A.P Bodyguard Daehyun 'Where Do We Go From Here'

anon asked: Hello~ Has anyone requested an expansion for Daehyun’s bodyguard drabble? If not, I would like to request it, please! ^^ Your writing is so incredible! I thoroughly enjoy everything you write. Please take your time and don’t ever feel rushed!

A/N: You are such a sweetheart, thank you honey. I hope your expansion was worth the wait. *hugs*

This is a drabble expansion of a reaction I wrote here.


He was like a big, loud puppy. With a gun.

Seriously, had anybody certified him to carry that thing? Daehyun was not what you had imagined when you’d been informed you were getting a personal bodyguard in addition to those on the grounds. In your head you’d thought of some hulking, dour individual. Instead you got a ray of sunshine who smiled all the time and had a comment for everyone and everything.

It was interesting that over the past few months he’d seemed to be taking more than a professional interest in you. He was a bit flirty yet never enough that you could out right call him on it. However the impish gleam in his eye told you he knew exactly what he was doing.

Then he started following you around. Which, admittedly, was his job. But even during his off hours he was always there. And if you got absorbed in work and ignored him there was no mistaking his pout of displeasure. It was surprising how his lively face could transform into one that looked like it’d never known a smile. Orphan waifs had nothing on this guy.

Daehyun’s constant expression of every emotion he felt was fascinating. And attractive. On a daily basis you dealt with people who lied as easily as breathing. Unfortunately to survive in that world you’d acquired the skill yourself. But you found him most disarming when your silver tongue had no effect on him. He could always see through you. To be around someone so carefree and without guile was intoxicating. He was lightning in a bottle. And you found yourself feeling more for him than you probably should.

Despite his behind the scenes joie de vivre he was a good guard. Alert. Protective. Then one day you were forced to add reckless to that list and everything fell apart.

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G is for Growing Pains (7/26)

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS)
Prompt: Fic 7 of 26 in the CMO’s Log – A to Z series.  Click here for a listing of all the fics in this series!  G is for Growing Pains – AU where you and Bones are both posted at Starfleet San Francisco HQ on Earth.
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Rating: All ages.
Author’s Note: Daddy!Bones is so incredibly sexy.  I couldn’t help myself.  Plus G is not a fun letter, medically speaking, and this was my best option. :D

G is for Growing Pains

You are startled out of a deep sleep as you hear a shrill scream from down the hallway. Shaking off the waking warmth of your quickly fading dreams, you swing your legs over the side of your bed and rush out of you and Leonard’s shared bedroom, making your way hurriedly down the hall and to your daughter’s bedroom.

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I found heaven; between the pauses of his sleepy voice at 1 AM, when our voices are begging us to sleep and when he sang to me lullabies and when his laugh travel down my spine. I found hell in the morning. He’s only ever mine when his other girls are asleep. I found hell in his wandering eyes in other girls’ lips, neck, eyes. I found hell in boundaries, I found hell in convincing myself he never love me.

Loving him was entering ghost house; adrenaline rush and silent scream. I came in prepared my heart to break, bend, and bleed. The demons are starting to appear now and I had to left before they got the chance to haunt me. I found heaven in loving him. I found hell in having to leave first.

—  owlandowly // i lost count how many poetry i wrote for you

Can I be real a second? For just a millisecond? And tell you guys how I feel a second? Ha!! All musical references aside I just gotta take a moment to congratulate my boy @thatsthat24 for one, winning a Streamy for Best Viner, cause to me he is, hands down!! And two, for hitting 1M followers in Instagram!! Like. That’s crazy awesome! Thomas. You’re seriously one of my favorite people in the whole freakin galaxy and also one of the few individuals I feel actually deserves everything you’re achieving! From awards, to millions of followers to headlining your own tour(which I’m still completely in love with). You are really making a difference in not just my life, but every single person who follows you! To me, Thomas, you’re the epitome of a good person. Knowing you have flaws, but still continue to do and try your best every day. Along with helping others and doing everything in your power to make sure everyone of any background or identity is heard and represented cause you know how important it is for every voice to be heard, no matter how small. And that just means the world to me and I know everybody else as well!! And I’ve rambled enough, but Thomas. Seriously. You’re one of the best people I’ve ever met and I’m super glad to be able to call you my friend! You never cease to amaze me, bud! I love you to the moon and back!!❤️

Stay With Me

Originally posted by whovian182

Summary: When the reader has another nightmare, Derek already know the routine.

Author’s Note: This is just a think I wrote after it popped into my brain. I thought it was a really bittersweetly cute idea, so I got it down right away. I really hop you guys like it, enjoy c:

Warnings: Nightmares? 


My body shot bolt upright in bed, a bloodcurdling scream tearing through my lips. Derek burst into the room, eyes wide as he rushed to my side. He knew the drill by now, knew what to do and say.

“Hey, I’ve got you, Y/N. I’ve got you, I’m right here,” he said quietly, voice a bit frantic as he spoke. His large arms were around me, hauling me over into his lap as his hand cradled the back of my head to his chest. “Shhh, it’s okay, baby. It’s alright.”

I couldn’t stop sobbing, couldn’t loosen my fingers from where they clutched Derek’s shirt. It was too much, too vivid this time. The nightmare played over and over in my head like it still wasn’t done, a bad track stuck on repeat. Derek just held me and let me cry for as long as I needed, gently rocking us back and forth, his lips occasionally pressing to the top of my head as he continued to whispered comforting words.

Finally, after what felt like hours, my breathing was even and the tears had stopped. Derek was still there with me, waiting for me to peel myself away before making any moves. After a deep breath, I untangled myself from him.

“Hey,” he said gently, brushing my damp hair from my face. “You alright?” I didn’t have the ability to speak, so I just nodded my head. God, my sheets were soaked with sweat, just like my clothes. My hands were still shaking, the adrenaline trying to work it’s way out of my system. Derek’s green eyes just watched me for a few moment before he stood from the bed. “Let’s get a shower, huh?”

Despite the fact that it was about three or four in the morning, Derek scooped me up into his arms, carrying me to the bathroom. My eyes stayed fixed, not really looking at anything, just trying not to remember. He carefully got me out of my pajamas, his touch gentle and light on my skin, before starting the water and removing his own clothes. My arms instinctively wrapped around my top half in an attempt to somehow hold myself together.

Helping me in, Derek turned us so that I was under the spray, allowing my hair to get wet. I moved this way and that, tilted my head and closed my eyes when he softly told me to do so. I let him wash my hair with the shampoo, then run the conditioner through it, the whole while whispering sweet words to me. Still, I said nothing.

Goosebumps rose on my skin as Derek ran his soapy hands all over me. It felt nice to be touched, just to know that I wasn’t alone. That was one of my favorite things about Derek and I. We had an intimacy that I’d never shared with anyone else. Here we were, in the shower together, him washing my body for me, hands running around every curve and dip, but it wasn’t sexual. It was sweet and caring, full of love and pure adoration. 

Derek leaned in and placed his lips to my forehead in a lingering kiss before reaching around me to turn off the water. He grabbed our towels, helping me dry off. I stood there, waiting to hear what was next.

“I’ll be right back. Gonna grab some clothes,” he told me, exiting the bathroom. He returned a few seconds later, handing me a pair of panties and a tank top. Derek put his own clothes on, and I watched, silently memorizing him. After getting dressed myself, I looked in the mirror. It was too tight, too hot. I felt claustrophobic. I turned and gently tugged on the hem of Derek’s shirt, giving him my puppy eyes. “What? You want my shirt?” he asked, amusement in his voice. I nodded a bit and he grinned down at me, taking it off and handing it over. I quickly changed, feeling much better. 

Derek moved to stand behind me, placing his hands on my hips. My hair was still very wet and needed attention, but I didn’t have the willpower to do anything about it. Without needing to ask, Derek found my brush and began to work it through my locks. Not his first time.

I leaned into the feeling. I love when other people brushed my hair for me, especially Derek. He always placed tiny kisses on my neck after he brushed it all back, maybe sweeping it to the side if he felt so inclined. It was relaxing. 

“Come on, let’s get you back to bed,” he finally said, tone gentle as he met my eyes in the mirror. I only nodded, leaning back against his chest and letting out a sigh. Derek scooped me up again, padding out of the bathroom. When we came to the door of my room, I shook my head vehemently, burying my face in his warm, bare chest. “Okay, it’s alright.” With that, he continued walking, heading down the hall until we were in the main part of the loft where his bed was located.

I always loved the feel of Derek’s black satin sheets. They were smooth and soft against my skin. It made it much easier to snuggle in. He laid me down carefully, thumb brushing my cheek as he kissed my hairline before straightening up again. I knew what he was about to do, and I started to panic, reaching out to grab his wrist before he could turn away.

“Stay,” I croaked, watching as his brows knit together. “Stay with me.” I couldn’t be alone, not tonight. I needed him with me, needed to feel his legs tangled up with my own, his arms around my waist, body curled around me.

“Okay,” he finally agreed, nodding a bit. A sigh escaped my lips and I rolled over just in time to watch him crawl under the covers, scooting close to me. Still, I moved closer. Our noses were almost touching, eyes locked, feet already running up and down each others’ legs. Derek put a hand on my hip, pulling my torso flush to his. I gasped a bit, the close proximity always a bit of a shock every time. 

After several minutes, I allowed my eyelids to fall shut, breathing in deeply to inhale Derek’s scent. It was comforting, a welcome distraction and a promise of better things to come. I felt his hand trace up my side until it was cupping my face, thumb running over my cheekbone, back and forth, nice and slow. I knew he was still watching, could feel those green eyes boring into me. But I didn’t mind. 

Just as I was about to finally drift off, Derek shifted the slightest bit. It wasn’t enough to wake me up, but it roused me enough that I still felt it when he pressed his lips to mine, a feather light touch, an intimate gesture. 

When I fell asleep again, there were no more nightmares.

A lot of people tend to not know that Love Live was written by the same woman that wrote Strawberry Panic. Well now you know.

Originally posted by yamarinko

Picture Perfect Sex Life

Genre: Rough Smut (daddy kinks, edging, rough sex, etc)

Word Count: 2.9 k

Summary: Phil is out with a friend and Dan wakes up hard and unable to get rid of it. He sends Phil some sexy pictures, hoping to god Phil will come home and give him the angry, hot sex he needs to solve his issue and luckily, he succeeds. So cue rough anal sex, edging, daddy kink and just general sin.

A/N: So once again I wanted to get outside of my comfort zone when it comes to my writing so here’s a smut fic I wrote as practice for getting into kinkier smut. It’s probably not too great, and sorry about the ending being so shit my aunt came over while I was finishing it and I had to slam my laptop shut and just finish it in a rush. But please feedback is always nice, I hope you like it. It was really far outside my comfort zone of what I usually write. Also, ignore that shitty ass title k thanks bye.


I woke up at noon, and a lot of things seemed to go wrong. Sure at first it seemed normal until I placed my arm on the other side of the bed, expecting to find Phil and roll over on top of him like I do every morning when I’m too groggy to move around, but he wasn’t there. As it turns out, he told me the night before that he was going out with an old friend from university, so I sat up and understood I was on my own for another hour or so. I check my texts, nothing wrong, twitter notifications, texts from my mum asking if I’m eating enough bran because that’s what mothers do I guess. But then, I stand up, look down as I stretch my neck and various other limbs from a long night of uncomfortable sleeping positions and I see it, I had woken up hard. How I didn’t notice it sooner is a mystery to me but I figured it should go down soon, so I got up, pulled on some trackies because I am not putting on jeans until this thing is gone. I walk through my flat, its pressed against my stomach and barely covered by my boxers. I remember Phil saying he’d be out until about three and I was debating on whether or not I should try and solve my issue myself, ignore it and try to get it to die down, or just wait for Phil to get home. I decided my best option would just be to try and ignore it like I originally planned. So I sat in my sofa crease, got my double chin ready and looked in my lap as I opened my laptop and went to the wonderful world of tumblr.

​So as I go through my dash of my secret blog that no one knows I have, the one I use to read fanfiction and stalk my favorite Phan art blogs, I notice there is a lot of porn on my dash, Usually I never pay attention to it, scrolling past it as quickly as I possibly can to avoid embarrassing myself or cringing at the shitty dialogue and fake moaning coming from the porn star’s mouths. But today it seemed practically impossible to ignore the porn. How can I ignore a guy getting a blow job when I am a guy who wants a blow job? I’ll tell you how; you don’t. Because I have a raging hard on from gods knows what and I can’t figure out for the life of me why I still have it. I keep scrolling down my dash, you know just hoping something gross and weird will pop up like whisks or weird minion yaoi but no, I was not that lucky as all I could see was smutty phan art and poorly choreographed pornography. So, I had to reach down and adjust myself because Jesus Christ was I hard. I closed my laptop, deciding that I needed to do something about this stupid freaking hard on. My hair was slightly greasy, so I decided hey let’s take a shower maybe that will help! I was wrong.

​I wound up just as hard as I was when I got in when I got out. My erection red at the tip and flat against my lower abdomen and me not having a damn clue what to do about the situation. I pondered around with my options as I walked through the hallways and down to me and Phil’s room where I typically spent all my time anyways. I checked my phone, Phil had texted me about how fun it was being out with his friend and I couldn’t help but grin at the glorious idea in my head. What better way to get rid of this erection then pissing off my boyfriend so he comes home and fucks me senseless. I decided step one would be to dress to impress, and by that I mean wear whatever would get Phil hard and mad in public the quickest. I roam through our drawers, a towel still draped around my waist as I found them. I had this pair of panties, they were pink and had small hearts on them in a slightly darker shade of pink then the actual panties themselves. I shimmed them up my thighs and around my body, my cock peeking out the top and me smirking to myself. I rummaged around the closet next and found one of Phil’s hoodies, knowing how much he liked seeing me in his clothes. I honestly looked freaking hot, and my hard on was starting to hurt.

​I stood in front of the mirror, turning around and bending down, placing one hand around my ankles and the other hand holding up the phone. These panties didn’t quite cover my whole bottom but they weren’t a thong either, they just let half my ass hang out which was my favorite thing about these ones in particular. I snapped the photo, making sure my ass looked as good as I could get it too. My thighs looked super good as well, usually I hated them but in this picture they were pale and smooth and hairless because I enjoy having non-hairy legs and I was quite proud of how wide my ass looked, how thick I looked. I was quite pleased with the first photo. I sent it to Phil, grinning as I saw that he had read my text.

“Dan I swear to god.” He replied and I laughed, throwing my head back in amusement at his reaction. I laid on the bed, lifting up the hoodie a little to expose my stomach and my leaking and red tip from not having been touched all day. It hurt so badly, but the wait would be so fucking worth it. I snapped a picture, letting him see my lower half with my knees bent up slightly to enhance my bulge. I sent it, he read it.

“Daniel. Fucking. James. I am with a friend who is right next to me on the tube.” He texted me and I giggled to myself, looking down at my length and humming quietly.

“Awe. But daddy, I want you.” I sent back and I could almost hear the exasperated sigh I knew he’d be letting out right about now.

“Dan I swear to god my friend just looked at my phone and wants to know if my girlfriend is sending me nudes Dan!” He said and I snickered to myself.

“Tell him it’s your boyfriend. The one who’s been hard for nearly an hour and half and is missing his daddy.” I replied and reached into the drawer, grabbing the lube. I figured if Phil was going to angrily fuck me like I wanted, I better stretch to avoid unnecessary pain. I slid my panties enough to where I could slide my hand between my legs. I lubed up three of my own fingers and circled my rim, slowly pushing the first digit in and moaning loudly at the contact. I used my free hand to shakily tale a short video of the slick fingers moving in and out, my moans soft until I hit my spot, me letting out a loud whine of ‘Phiiiiiiil”. I hit send and set my phone beside me as I added a second digit, slowly starting to scissor myself open.

“Dan my volume was all the way up Dan everyone on the bus is looking at me strange and my friend looks mortified I am so angry at you!” Phil replied. But I knew he wasn’t genuinely angry, that man didn’t have a mean bone in his body. But I was damn certain that I would get some awesome sex out of this later. I added a third finger in, curling them into my spot and pressing right against the bundle of nerves that caused infinite bliss, sending another wobbily video to Phil, my moans louder than before as I thrusted the three digits into my prostate.

“I’m coming home. I got off the tube early. I am so angry at you Dan.” He texted next, me laughing breathily before being cut off by my own moans of pleasure, rocking back and forth into my fingers. I pulled the three fingers out, pulling up my panties again and grabbing Phil’s totoro and placing it over my crotch area. I sat waiting for about 15 minutes, giggling and grinning and occasionally stroking my length to make sure I was still as hard as I could be for when Phil got back. Finally I heard the front door open and Phil coming up the stairs, he was practically running. I saw our bedroom door fling open and there stood a very clearly mad at me, and clearly hard through his jeans Phil. I grinned excitedly, bouncing up, looking slightly like a child in doing so but damn was I excited. Phil practically launched on to me, pulling me by my thighs and letting me wrap my legs around his waist. He looked at me and growled, pulling off his shirt and then moving his hand under my hoodie, pinching my nipple gently and making me squeal before he spoke in a low, angry and fucking sexy voice.

“Everyone on that fucking train ride heard moans from my boyfriend’s sinful, slut mouth.” He growled into my ear, biting the lobe softly and tracing open mouth kissed down my neck, biting down on the one place he knew drove me insane.

“I’m sorry daddy.” I said. “I didn’t mean to do that.” My words were starting to quicken and come out shaky.

“Shut up.” He said and gently slapped my thigh. “You aren’t sorry. I know you aren’t. You just wanted to get fucked right? Wanted that perfect ass of yours to get slapped, your thighs marked all up and your hole wrecked right?” he said and I nodded quickly, moaning loudly at his words. I knew I was in for a treat.

“Y-yes daddy. Wanted you t-to wreck me with you cock.” I said with slight stuttering throughout the sentence, my words sounding vaguely moan like.

“Jason, one of my friends who I’ve barely had a chance to reconnect with, saw my boyfriend pretty little cock. How do you think I felt? No one is supposed to see this cock except for me. Understand? Mine.” Phil said as he bit down on another spot on Dan’s neck, sucking and biting a mark.

“I’m r-really sorry d-daddy. Your cock only. N-no one else should see.” I said, words starting to cloud over and me barely being able to form a coherent sentence. He pushing up my hoodie, making me sit up and take it off and toss it to the ground by the bed. He moved lower, kissing down my chest and stomach, biting the hem of the panties and tugging them down with his teeth and yanking them off with his hands, the fabric slipping off my thighs and being tossed aside to the floor. He kissed my tip, slowly starting to pump my length making me moan loudly because this is the most friction my cock has gotten all day and it’s so good already I can’t wait for what’s next.

“What should I do princess?” He asked me and looked up at me, his eyes seeming to lose their normal blue purity and cloud to a grey lust filled hue.

“What do you want to do to me daddy?” I breathed out, looking down at him and sitting up slightly on my elbows so that my double chin wouldn’t repulse him. As soon as the words left my mouth, his eyes met with mine and he smirked.

“I’m going to edge you!” He declared and my eyes went wide with both fear and excitement and I wasn’t sure which one over ruled the other.

“Daddy no no! I wasn’t that bad!” I tried to change his mind, secretly hoping that he wouldn’t even with my begging.

“Yes you were.” He said. “You showed that pretty cock to my friend.” He poked my tip, stroking his index finger down the entirety of my length. “And you made a whole train of people listen to your whore moans.” He hit my thigh gently. “You’ve been so bad.”

“I deserve to be punished daddy.” I relented and he kissed my stomach softly.

“Good boy.” He praised lightly. He leaned down further, wrapping his lips softly around my tip. He slowly swirled his tongue around the tip of my length, sinking down about half way before going back up. He sucked softly at first, swiping across my slit and licking up the precum as he bobbed his head faster, sucking me off to what was obviously his best abilities. He kept going faster, hollowing his cheeks and trying to get me to the edge faster. My hands went to his hair, gripping at what I could get between my fingers, moaning loudly and telling him I was close. As soon as he heard that I was going to cum, he pulled off and moved his hand from me. I whined loudly, bucking my hips into the air trying to find the friction that I needed to tip me over the edge but not getting it, whining as I knew I shouldn’t touch myself.

​He seemed pleased with what he had done to me, watching me whine and wriggle underneath him with need and smirking as if he was victorious which yes he was. After nearing the edge and being forced to not cum, I seemed to soften significantly. One I was only about half hard, my breathing more even, he started stroking my length again. He swiped his thumb over my slit, his wrist flicking as he stroked my cock, his hand expertly moving over me, knowing exactly what drove me insane, my hips bucking up off instinct and thrusting my length into his hand along with his strokes. He leaned over, kissing me roughly as he pumped my length, using the precum as lube to quicken his pace. I moaned loudly, gasping into his mouth as I felt the familiar knot in my stomach telling me I was close. I moaned into his mouth to warn him, his hand moving from my length again and his lips detaching from mine. ​

I whined with need, him finally standing up and stripping off all of his clothing, making me feel less exposed now that I wasn’t the only naked one in the room. He moved back between my legs, stroking himself and coating himself heavily with lube to avoid hurting me. He knows I’ve stretched, he lined up with my whole and teases me by pressing to tip in an pulling out, making me whimper and writhe with need. His lips met mine once more for a sloppy, open mouth kiss as he slowly pushes into me, still careful to not hurt me because being mad at me doesn’t mean he can hurt me. He finally bottoms out, staying in place a second and moaning at the friction while he lets me adjust to the stretch of his cock. I nodded slowly, and he pulled out and pushed back in, slowly building up a pace and quickening it, and before long he’s pounding into me.

I moan loudly, and apparently he doesn’t like that because he’s quick to wrap a hand around my throat, his finger pressing into the side, careful to just cut off blood stream and not actually my oxygen because that could harm you. He fingers squeeze tightly around my throat, my moans strained and high pitched as he pounded into me, his thrusts hard and directly into my spot every damn time, my moans getting louder, needier and high pitched. He slams into my spot, over and over again and his hand squeezes tighter around my throat as he starts to talk, knowing how dirty talk affected me.

“Fucking slut. Wanted this all day haven’t you? Desperate for daddy to come home, for him to slit you open with his cock right?” he grunted out in a low and aggressive, lust filled voice and I let out a whine.

“D-daddy!” I gasped out, feeling his hand wrap round my length and jerk me quickly and sloppily along with his thrusts and his cock slamming into my prostate rapidly. He slapped my inner thigh hard, his hand no longer on my cock as he did so until he returned to jerking me off.

“Just couldn’t wait for me to get home. You just had to send me those filthy pictures, send me your whore, sinful slutty moans and get me hard in a public place didn’t you, slut?” He asked and I choked out my answer through loud moans.
“Fuck yes! Daddy!” I choked out, my eyes watering from the pleasure. “Wanted you! I needed you all day!” I almost screamed, my stomach forming knots of heat and bliss, excitedly waiting permission to release. “Daddy! Please let me cum. I promise I won’t be bad again Please daddy please let me cum!” I shouted as he smirked, his fingers releasing my throat, him leaning down and kissing me roughly and heatedly, his thrusts getting sloppy and me moaning, screaming and groaning loudly as I released, cum spurting all over my stomach and Phil. I kept pushing my hips up, watching as Phil stroked me through my orgasm until he released inside me, thrusting into the now overly sensitive bundle of nerves, me mewling loudly as he finished his orgasm, slowly stopping his movements and pulling out, kissing me tiredly before falling onto me.

[please be aware that these are NOT real autographs/handwriting of fictional characters….it was just an idea…also I’m not good at imitating handwriting]

This is pretty much what I think their autographs or handwriting should be.

I’ll explain only three..

-Sonic’s too quick when it comes to signing autographs, it would be more like this. He writes normally, it’s the scrip that looked ‘rushed’

-My little sister wrote Charmy’s name. I figured he would write like this since he’s the youngest and all. Same with Cream, but her’s is kinda neat. I wrote Cream’s name.

-I wrote Sticks’ name with my right hand.