pure ride

To think he went from writing songs about his inner demons in a basement, to playing sold out shows with his best friend. Look at this. This is a sign. I promise everything gets better with time.

Gadzookery

(also on ao3)

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“Gadzooks, gadzooks, gad–”

“What the heck are you doing?”

Jean shifts his gaze in the mirror to find Eren behind him, leaning on the doorframe to the bathroom with his arms crossed and one eyebrow lifted.

“Practicing,” Jean answers. “I can’t be an actor in the Renaissance Faire and not speak old-timey.”

“But, Jean, horses don’t speak.”

Jean sighs loudly.

“What’s with that?” Eren asks.

“With what?”

“You always get so uptight when I call you a horse.”

“It’s not exactly a compliment.”

“You don’t think so?”

“Of course I don’t think so!”

“Wanna know what I think?”

Jean turns - shoulders squared, ready for a fight - as Eren stalks up to him. He’s caught by surprise when Eren palms his dick through his pants.

“I think you’ve got a stallion cock and I want to ride it.”

Jean swallows, mouth suddenly dry. “You’re in a mood.”

“You gonna indulge it?” Eren asks, licking his lips.

The answer is yes if the two fingers Jean has pumping into Eren’s ass are any indication. They’re on the bed, Jean leaning against the headboard as Eren straddles his lap, hands on Jean’s shoulders to help him balance.

“Shit, Jean, come on. I’m good enough.”

Jean rolls his eyes. Eren is woefully shitty at gauging whether he is properly prepared or not. Instead of saying this, though, Jean pushes a third finger at his entrance, stopping at the first knuckle when Eren’s breath hitches and his face scrunches, the grip on Jean’s shoulders tightening.

Idiot Jean thinks.

He takes his other hand, which has been resting on Eren’s thigh, and brings it up to Eren’s face, smoothes it along his cheek. He reaches around to tickle at the hair at the back of Eren’s neck and Eren shivers, relaxes a fraction. Jean leans up, takes Eren’s mouth in a gentle kiss. Eren sighs into it, glad for the distraction as Jean continues to steadily slip his finger in the rest of the way. He waits until Eren nips at his lips before starting to glide all three digits in and out at a slow pace.

Jean knows Eren is truly ready when he starts to mewl and pant into Jean’s mouth, hips pushing back against his hand. He is close to wriggling his pinky finger inside of Eren, too, but Eren smacks at his arm.

“I want nn-” he shudders as Jean hits his prostate “–I want your cock.”

Jean obliges him this time. He removes his fingers and rolls on a condom, lubes himself up before positioning his dick at Eren’s hole.

“Ready?” he asks.

Eren nods, reaching behind him to spread his ass as he guides himself onto Jean’s dick.

Fuck,” he breathes, one hand coming up to grip Jean’s shoulder again. It takes a couple minutes of gentle bobbing and deep breaths, but eventually Eren seats himself fully.

Jean’s hands rub up and down Eren’s thighs as he adjusts, draws circles with his thumbs at Eren’s hips.

“Shit, you feel good,” Jean says. He’s shaking a little, keeping himself under control. He wants to plow Eren into the mattress, but this is Eren’s rodeo. So to speak.

A few moments pass and then Eren lifts himself up before slowly, tortuously, sinking himself back down. He clenches, squeezing Jean’s cock and making Jean bite his lip, before doing it again.

Once he’s sure he can take it, Eren sets a quick pace. Jean holds Eren’s hips with a firm grip, thrusting up to meet him. The room is filled with gasps and moans and the slapping of skin. Eren makes an unintelligible noise, fingers digging into Jean’s skin, when Jean grabs his cock, pumps it in time to Eren’s rhythm.

“Gonna come,” Eren pants, eyes slipping closed, eyebrows furrowing.

“Do it. Come for me, Eren.”

And Eren does with a shout, dick twitching, hot seed spilling over Jean’s stomach.

Jean fucks him through it, stopping once Eren pushes at his chest. He climbs off and Jean thinks he’s going to flop over next to him, but instead he shimmies down the bed until his face is flush with Jean’s cock. He takes the condom off and sucks Jean into his mouth, tongue kneading at his slit.

Jean hisses in pleasure, hand flying down to grab a fistful of Eren’s hair. Eren may say some stupid shit, but his mouth is a godsend and it is capable of delightful things.

“Eren,” Jean groans quickly, because Eren’s mouth is so warm and so wet and his tongue is doing that thing where it undulates against the underside of his dick and it just feels so good.

At the warning, Eren takes as much of Jean as he can, humming and swallowing around Jean’s cock until Jean is coming hard down his throat. He releases Jean from his mouth, coughing a little, but that doesn’t stop him from licking up the mess before crawling up and collapsing onto Jean’s chest - sticky, come-covered stomach be damned -  and burying his face in the crook of Jean’s neck.

Jean wraps his arms around Eren’s waist and they lie there without speaking, both of them breathing heavy.

“Gadzooks, that was great,” Jean says eventually.

He can feel Eren’s smile against his skin even as Eren reaches up to lazily punch him in the arm.

and you drive me wild

Wow, I can’t believe it, but we’ve reached the end! I really hope you kiddos have enjoyed this fic even half as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it! Thank you so much for reading it! It’ll be posted to Ao3 in its entirety soon! <333 (Read the rest of the story here!) 

PART SIXTEEN: How lucky we are to be alive right now!

One Month Later

“It landed on you so you have to!” Angelica declared, grinning at Eliza and Maria in turn.

All of the friends were gathered at the Schuyler’s for game night once again, and, this time, they actually got to play the games. Right now they were playing spin-the-bottle, and, while he couldn’t prove it, Alexander was pretty positive that Angelica had somehow rigged it so Eliza’s spin would land on Maria.

Eliza’s face blushed a deep red as her eyes met Maria’s. “Are you okay with us––” Eliza was cut off by Maria lunging forward and locking her lips over the other girl’s.

Eliza’s eyes went wide at first but then shut, a dreamy look overtaking her face. When Maria pulled away Eliza gently touched her own lip, where the remnants of Maria’s rose-colored lipstick lingered.

Maria moved over to Eliza, sitting next to her–– and much closer than she absolutely had to–– and they held hands for the remainder of the game.

Alexander leaned against John, his boyfriend of two weeks now, and let his eyes drift shut. He felt one of John’s warm hands take his, John’s thumb rubbing small circles over the back of Alex’s hand. He listened to Herc’s booming laughter and heard Laf’s flustered protests and knew without even peeking that Laf’s spin had landed on Angelica, who he’s had the most obvious crush on since the moment he met her, and probably even before then, somehow. But that was Angelica. Nearly everyone had a crush on her.

There was a silent moment, then burst of whistles and cheers and applause, and Alex smiled to himself, loving the feeling of being surrounded by his friends’ happiness and laughter; of being next to John.

John.

John, who, against all odds, was his.

After that day at the diner, John slowly seemed to grow happier and happier. He never said it, but Alex was sure it had at least something to do with the fact that Henry Laurens was now doing his absolute best to support his son.

In the last car commercial Alexander saw (because yes, of course he still watched them every night) John had been wearing a black t-shirt with a rainbow heart over the chest pocket along with a face-eating grin, making that commercial the most liberal thing to air on Fox News maybe ever.

John nudged Alex with his shoulder, jostling the other boy out of his dream-like state. “It’s your turn,” he said with a smirk.

Alexander grinned back at John and took the bottle in hand, turning it until it pointed at John. Angelica protested that that was entirely unfair how could he!, Laf and Herc whistled, and Peggy snickered.

“This isn’t seven minutes in heaven, you guys,” Peggy said after five seconds.

Alex pulled away and winked at John.

“My turn!” Peggy declared, even though it wasn’t her turn. But nobody said no to Peggy. Who knew what she would do if they did.

She gave it a good spin and cackled when it landed on Adrienne. “Imma steal your girl,” she said to Laf and Herc.

Hercules rolled his eyes, but Laf actually looked a little defensive. Peggy narrowed her eyes at him.

“You literally just kissed my sister.”

“That is not the same thing!” he exclaimed.

Peggy winked at him. “No, it’s not, but oh well!” She looked at Adrienne who giggled as she crawled forward to meet Peggy halfway. They shared a chaste kiss, but it was enough to get Laf a little bothered, which seemed to be Peggy’s goal.

Peggy leaned toward Laf and whispered “That was for lying to me about the lizard.”

Everyone gave Lafayette a confused look. He simply shrugged. “I needed her help and I knew she wouldn’t come without… incentive.”

“Next time you say there’s a lizard, there better be a lizard, or Imma kiss your boyfriend next.” Peggy winked at Herc, who seemed a little bit flustered. Laf waved her away.

“Okay, let’s get back to the game,” Angelica suggested. “Now, whose turn was it really?”

And so they continued to play, all of them content–– happy. Alexander gripped John’s hand, and John squeezed back, both of them buoyed by their friends’ laughter, by each other.

*THE END*

bts as studio ghibli films; ponyo // taehyung as sōsuke

You’re not dead, are you…?” Taehyung murmurs, concerned as he gently nudges the goldfish floating in the bucket. Its scales gleam bright red, fins kelp-soft against his fingers. The outdoor faucet drips, leaky, and Taehyung wonders briefly whether he should have gotten seawater instead. But at that moment, he feels movement flick across his skin and peers back down. The goldfish has awoken and is wriggling around. It swims a lap before poking its head above the water to peek at Taehyung. He grins in relief, then laughs outright when it spews a tiny arch of water at his hand.

HYUNG!” he shouts. He leaps to his feet with the bucket clutched against his chest, and in his excitement water sloshes over the plastic rim. “Come look at what I just found!

Missing Person Part 2 (Jughead)

Summary: Part two of a Jughead series I’m writing.

Word count: 1781

Requested? No

Warnings: Torture, drug use, implied panic attack

Prompts: None

A/n: None

Part 1


 Often when growing up teens feel alone and scared, specifically regarding the future. But at this moment nothing could compare to the fear and dread you was now exhibiting. You tried to distract yourself from the unfortunate scenario but the dulling drugs forced you to stay dormant and only think about the thoughts you couldn’t avoid, Jughead. Not a bad deal I guess.

Your arms recoiled in ache as your legs vibrated, shaking from the cold and terror. This shaking was the full extent of your movement as your arms were bound and your leg was painfully clamped to a chain of some sort, you couldn’t look around due to the coverage around your eyes. So instead, it was your mind that did the wandering. You clung onto the idea that one day soon you would see your friends, friend again. Your father too. You could only imagine how he’d be holding up, with the PTSD and all. These thoughts were more painful than then the whips and beatings you endured, you froze and sweat, fell unconscious and felt your eyes stinging from fatigue, and you hoped and wished for death.

A creaking door echoed thought the cabin, you could only assume it was a cabin. Fearfully, you tried in vain to shuffle back as far as you could as if it would prevent the literal torture. Your hysteria was only answered by a sickly ‘shhh.’ It was calm and unfazed as if nothing about the situation made them uncomfortable. That silencing response was the first thing you had heard out of the hooded devil’s mouth, if they spoke maybe you could tell who they were. It was as if identifying them would make any of this easier.

“Why?” You whimpered as tears spilled over. Not ‘why me?” or ‘why now?’ or ‘what do you want?’ Just ‘why?’ Once again you were answered with drumming silence, it was driving you insane. “SAY SOMETHING!” You screamed, or you would have if you could have.


*Jughead*

The clicking and clacking of a keyboard echoed through Pop’s. The, luckily for him, twenty-four hour diner was practically empty short of a few couples getting a midnight milkshake. It was just them and the woeful writer. His eyes scanned over his monitor double checking the words critiquing them as he did. He was sure to have every word perfect, every one fitting into a place. It was this compulsive certainty that distracted him from current events. In his mind, if he uncovered layers of Jason Blossom’s murder, he could solve your disappearance. Anyone who knew you two knew how close you were and how much you needed each other.

Jughead knew that he was no detective but he was losing sleep and he had to do something, anything.


You woke up once again to the only sight you had seen for three days, darkness. Only this time something was different, you were more coherent as the drugs began to wear off, you noticed the sound of light breathing, had you still been drugged you would have thought it was you but what scared you was the lack of feeling alone. You were suddenly aware of the lack of restraints, you could move your arms, they cramped as they did but it still felt like freedom despite having your leg still painfully immobilized. Contrasting the joy of having the gift of consciousness, you were also completely aware of all the pain you had been experiencing, that alone was enough to still you. Regardless, you slowly raised your hand to remove the blindfold that was tightly secured around your head. Once it had fallen down to your neck you slowly opened your eyes only to jump back and scream when met directly with the covered face of your punisher. Once the scream left your lips they were met roughly with a hand shutting you up which led you to believe that you were near a possible rescue. Even after your scream was silenced the hand was not removed, instead, the face came closer. Their visible eyes burned a memory into your head. Uncontrollably, you sobbed wanting to close your eyes and never see those shadowed irises ever again. On the other hand however this was the only chance you had at identifying this monster. If only they backed up into the minuscule of dim light, maybe you could see something helpful about their features, likely not. In case you’re hopeful, they didn’t, instead they pressed forward pushing you back making you shuffle away, closer to the wall from your place on the floor. You thought back to your psychology class, what you were experiencing was traumatic shock, a state in which the victim is abused or manipulated to a point where they are so terrified that they are immobile in the presence of the abuser, this state is common in sleep paralysis. But this wasn’t a dream, it was real and so was the hand lifting and extending your right arm. Far too distracted by the possibility of death you didn’t even notice the elastic band being wrapped around your arm until it began to cut the circulation of blood. It made you sick that they didn’t even need the drugs to keep you under their control. However, when a familiar syringe was revealed you shivered. Like a light switch you were in hysterics, flailing and fighting, holding back screams in fear of that monster placing their hands on her again. Your arm was still stretched out, you assumed it would be roofie but as you’d soon discover it was an abandoned addiction, an old ‘habit’ that died hard, or hardly died.

“NO! Nononononono! Please!” You screeched, your begging was ignored. “Please! I’ve been clean for-“ Your please were interrupted by unsteady breathing, you were in complete panic as the needle’s tip touched your skin.

A breathy squeak escaped your lips as the tip pierced your skin, it was humiliatingly pathetic. When the liquid reached your veins you felt a short burst of euphoria, though you’d forever deny it. That was all, a small ripple before a wave of denial and a tsunami of shame. You resisted the urge to show any signs of enjoyment, instead you shut your eyes as every part of your body cringed.


*Jughead*

Jughead lay in bed, eyed closed searching for sleep but finding nothing but terrifying thoughts of your whereabouts. Every thought more disturbing than the last. ‘Alive? Not? Okay? Not? Hurt? Not? Did she run away? Had she abandoned him?’

Later in the night sleep took over giving him nightmares, only for him to wake with the same thoughts.


*Sheriff Keller*

By duty of the law and common decency Sheriff Keller searched for any evidence of the missing teen hoping to find nothing. In his mind the only outcomes were to either find nothing meaning she had skipped town and was safe and sound or he finds a body, cold and rotting. You see, Jason Blossom was killed five-six days after his last sighting and it was only logical to apply the same rules here. Today was day five. To his great surprise, he found neither. Instead he found a camera. He bent down and acquired it after slipping his hands into latex gloves. It was old and had a notebook belonging to (Your full name) and a waterproof pouch attached to it containing multiple pictures, some of Sweet Water River, the forest, the town, there was even one of the Blossom twins in pure white riding in a red car. On closer inspection it was clear that the camera was broken, the closest thing he had to a lead, the only evidence, was a broken camera. Aggravated with what this meant the Sheriff stood and stalked away a few paces to radio in his findings.

“Yeah, it’s me. Look I may have found something relating to the (Your full name) case.”

“Sir, that’s not a case.”

“It is now.”


For the whole day and the on following, there were search parties looking for a missing girl, ones that Jughead signed up for the second it was announced. But that night the real sorrow came when the department sent all the civilians home and it was just a federal search, a search for a body not a person. It was that night however, when the real relief came.


 Night had fallen and the Sheriff had lost all hope. Minutes before he was about to give up and turn away Sheriff Keller let his eyes scan over Sweet Water River in sadness. It was quite calm at this time of night, or at least it should have been. Near the shore there was a violent disturbance. Immediately Sheriff Keller sprinted down to the distress. Upon seeing a struggling body being held under the water he instantly calls it in, “I need an ambulance! I found the kid! Alive!” Or at least she would be if he could get to her in time. In his detailed observation it was clear that the figure holding the victim down was cloaked and anonymous. They bolted upon hearing his booming voice, but not before pushing the distressed teen in further.


Suddenly the pressure left your head and back but the water was still filling your throat like relief soon would. You didn’t scream out of fear of a quicker death, you couldn’t help it when a hand reattached to your shoulder. Strong hands yanked you onto the shore. You fought and coughed violently as your vision clouded, the world still sounded like it was underwater. Eventually you had no choice but to stop fighting to recover by coughing up the contents of your lungs. Tears welled up in your eyes from the pain of the week prior, mental, physical and emotional.

“Y/n?” A husky voice asked when your coughing ceased and the only sounds were your sobs and the flowing of Sweet Water Creek. Upon hearing your name you knew it wasn’t your silent attacker but instead the voice of the Sheriff, the harsh voice of authority that turned soft the moment you told him you were lost on your fourth grade school excursion to the police station or the time he broke the news to you about your mother. It was a voice you trusted and a man you could lean on like a father figure, which is exactly what you did. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder before sliding off his jacket and wrapping it around you. Your sobs echoed through the woods accompanying the sweet ‘shhh’ from the Sheriff. You could only hope the monster you escaped from chocked on your safety.


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DAY FIVE – TEIKO AKAKURO DAY

Kiss on the cheek

Transience | Exchange | Mirage              

Bonus: “You didn’t forget, did you?”  

“You didn’t forget, did you?” Akashi hums while flipping through their old Teiko school yearbook as Kuroko brought them their mid-morning drinks before accompanying the redhead on the sofa. “The day we pretended to be a couple?”

“Which day was that, Akashi-kun? There were a few days we pretended, but even then, can those days really be called pretend?” Kuroko replies with a small smile as he peers over to look at the page Akashi had stopped on. It wasn’t so much the page, but more, the small photo that was nestled between.

“We exchanged our first kiss that day.”

“Our first kiss in front of our friends you mean.” Kuroko corrected him, retrieving the photo of the best couple’s contest smooch taken on Kise’s phone. He’d been so nervous to kiss Akashi in public but when the redhead had nudged him saying they should have the best coupley photo of the group, how could he say no to a smooch and the transience of the happiness in the playful mirage of friendship and stubborn competitiveness whose truth was known only to them. Needless to say, even though they didn’t win the actual contest, between the GoM there was no way they could have lost. How could he ever forget?

The Labyrinth Chapter 19

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU
Pairing: Reader/Jimin
Length: 6.2k
Summary: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.

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bobs burgers sentence starters.

“ no one sheds like this family, it’s like a bunch of chewbaccas. ”
“ i hope they’re using protection because i am not taking care of that baby. ”
“ this is what it sounds like when they have sex in the room next to mine. ”
“ do you think cows should be ground up for food? ”
“ frowny face? all I’ve been is super nice to you and this is the thanks i get? ”
“ i loved you, i loved you like a horse, which is my favorite animal. ”
“ so you’re not going to get revenge today? ”
“ then i won’t bring your credit card… which i cut into a ninja star! ”
“ word of advice: don’t tell them what you’re in for. ”
“ when you say that, i feel like you’re trying to hurt my feelings. ”
“ great. why don’t you learn something and become a lawyer. ”
“ i will punch you. again, and again, and again, and again, and again— ”
“ let’s release the lobster from whence it came! the supermarket! ”
“ i just can’t stop banging things down here, the acoustics are great. ”
“ wait, so, you you didn’t just throw a candy bar in the pool? ”
“ i did a booze cruise through your living room! ”
“ you’re supposed to love each other, not kill each other! ”
“ if you think about it any box could have vibrators in it. ”
“ we’re adrenaline junkies. we like our rides pure and uncut. ”
“ on the plus side, there doesn’t seem to be any damage to the other car. ”
“ for all we know, that was probably already there, right? ”
“ because stress is making my hair fall out! look at me! ”
“ puberty, puberty, puberty. that’s all i hear when you guys talk! ”
“ fine! i don’t wanna play your dumb little game anyway. ”
“ i’m gonna learn about sex from television, so i don’t need that from you either! ”
“ look through the tube, see some boob! show some green, see some peen! ”
“ we’ll have to cut down on expenses. what can we live without? ”
“  i made it rain shrimp! what did youever do? ”
“ your ass is grass and I’m gonna mow it. ”
“ i just wanna slap his / her hideous, beautiful face! ”
“ i’m no hero. i put my bra on one boob at a time like everyone else. ”
“  i was going to punch you, but i’m holding wine. ”
“ so i’m guessing you guys are not the top frat on campus. ”

burgerkingwhopperscatfishpotato  asked:

Out of ALL of the songs in the musicals you like, what's your favorite song? Draw something out of that song

“I bet it’s something from Pippin” they say in anticipation, eyes wide as money is passed around the front rows of a mostly empty auditorium.

“Are you sure it’s not Hamilton?” someone pipes up two rows back. Their accomplice shushes them as the curtains open to reveal-

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“I’m sorry, Dean… I didn’t know who else to call…” There was no stopping the hot tears that spilled down my cheeks. I wasn’t even sure what I was crying about any more. The copious amounts of alcohol I had been encouraged to consume clouded my mind and blurred my vision. I couldn’t remember what had happened that left me sitting in a parking lot by myself, but I was sure of one thing. He was here to save me. Dean was crossing the space between us with urgency, his eyes wide and his brow creased in concern.  

“Y/N! Are you okay? Did anyone hurt you?! I swear to god if anyone laid a hand on you…” Dean hurriedly removed his jacket and folded it around my shaking body. The brightness from the Impala’s headlights was glaring off my flashy, short dress and the heels I held in one hand. I felt ashamed and childlike, desperately wiping the moisture from my face. He didn’t seem to notice my embarrassment. He was too preoccupied with searching my body for any signs that I had been injured. Overwhelming relief washed over me. He was here, it was all over.

“I’m okay, now that you’re here.” I choked back another sob and fell forward into Dean’s arms. His warmth felt like home to me. For the first time that night I felt safe and content. Dean pulled me tighter to his chest and spread a wide hand over the back of my hair. I could feel the anxiety in the way he squeezed me close. His breath came as a shaky sigh when he spoke again, this time the words more stern.

“You never, ever hesitate to call me when you’re scared. I would never forgive myself if…” He paused and I could feel a small shudder rock his body before he continued. “Come on, let’s get you home”


p.s. This whole situation is probably giving him flashbacks to the time his dad saved him from that bar in New York.