she still has her moments

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Bethyl Appreciation Week 2017:

↳ ‘Day 4: Favourite Underrated Moment’

will graham/freddie lounds

…i kinda want to read a slowburn will/freddie fic. i mean, i don’t even particularly like freddie, but i’ve been kinda thinking about all the glorious hate sex they’d have, how they’d essentially be enemies-with-benefits/enemies-to-lovers-to-friends, how they’d snark and snipe at each other and never let the other get away with anything, how despite their mutual antagonism and clashing personalities they’d somehow work so amazingly well together. 

what would start off as grudging tolerance for the other’s company would evolve into reluctant respect, and then not-so-reluctant admiration, and before either of them’d realize it the barbs they’d trade would lack the sharp edges they used to and become almost teasing. they’d start fighting less and listening to each other more. they’d spend time together not just because they have to, but because they want to, because neither of them have to pretend to be something they aren’t with the other. 

they’d laugh together a lot because they’re both blunt with a dark sense of humor and a wicked tongue. 

they’d argue a lot, too, because they’re both stubborn and proud and honest to a fault. it will happen less and less as time goes on, but enough that make-up sex will be a thing for them. 

they’d keep each other on their toes. 

they’d look out for each other. 

they’d, eventually, learn how to make their jagged edges fit together. 

they’d, eventually, learn how to make each other happy. 


idk man, the way will gets when freddie’s around is interesting af. all that barely tempered rage and scathing taunts/sarcasm. freddie brings out the worst in him and it’s kind of glorious. 

Ad Hominem

The sight of so much pure white for the first time in three-fourths of a century is enough to give him pause, an involuntary impulse flipping the trigger deep with in his memory unit. Memories flood him unbidden, memories of unholy crucifixion at the hands of a humanoid machine, of the Tower that rose from the earth, a burning flare of mental anguish that ate away at him every step he took closer to the death he so craved, memories of a castle in the sky, its white walls hiding secrets that damned them all, memories of a sword, gleaming, brilliant white, jammed to the hilt in his chest as he couldn’t even let out a scream of pain, just a strained gurgle.

It’s near unnoticeable, but…

He tremors. His bare hands shake over the neatly folded clothing, his pulse rate climbing with each beat of his artificial heart, which was less romantic of a notion as a “heart” and more of a glorified pump system.

Calm down…He shakes his head and grasps his right wrist with his left hand, holding it steady. It’s okay.

Taking a long swallow, he manages to finally touch the garments, ghosting his fingers over the Resistance handy work.

They truly had done so much for him, first by allowing himself and 2B to remain with them even after revealing that YoRHa and what little they had to fight for was all a fabrication to keep them placated, and then by doing this…

They owed the Resistance their lives. Truly, without them, they would have long perished alone in the grand scheme of things.

His fingers massaged the embroidery of the garment as he carefully dressed. They had managed to capture it down to the slightest detail, even down to the slight curvature in the stitching. He expected no less from an android, but he mostly reserved this kind of skill for practical purposes, such as repairing a tent or patching the frayed fabric of someone’s work pants. According to the records, humans wore these kinds of garments only once and wearing them now, he could see why.

He hadn’t worn his YoRHa uniform for quite some time, the very thought sending him into a panic he couldn’t calm despite the soothing words from 2B or his Pod. Sometimes, he would simply bore his eyes into the crumbling concrete walls of their room, lost in memories of anguish and anger.

But this uniform was different. Instead of the stoic black of the YoRHa, he was clad head to toe in the soft, creamy white of marriage. He flexed his fingers, testing the new leather of the gloves. They fit well, almost as well as he remembers his own, which are buried in the deepest part of a box he keeps underneath his bed.

He’s not shaking anymore, he notices as he ties the blindfold over his eyes. He’s forgotten how it used to feel, having abandoned that practice with her years ago, but the symbolism of this moment doesn’t belong to them; it belongs to cultures long since dead and forgotten, relics of the past they deemed worth reviving. At the very least, they wanted something that was uniquely theirs and theirs alone.

•••

She studies the flowers and knows that the voice of a chipper and chatty Operator will soon follow as it is dragged, kicking and screaming, from her memories.

It’s painful, to think about 6O and YoRHa even so long into the past they were. Despite her programming, she still has moments where she believed that 6O was calling her for another one-sided chat, only to remember her death in graphic detail.

The stems of the flowers have been bound together with repurposed cables, the blossoms carefully arranged in the bouquet of hydrangeas, lilies and other flowers scavenged from the hillsides. The voluminous flowers weren’t her idea or to her taste, but 9S had liked them. As a compromise between them saw the inclusion of scattered Lunar Tears, a gift from the rolling shop himself.

He also supplied the veil that currently rests atop her head, a light fabric she didn’t know the name of flowing past her shoulders and down her back. She wasn’t sure why she needed to cover her face — the meaning of this tradition was lost on her — but Emil seemed to have a well of old world knowledge he could dig into despite the fractures in his memories.

She stood, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Old yet new collided to create a dress that made a strange amalgamation of sadness, fury and joy rise in her. Following the pattern of YoRHa standard dresses, this fit well against her body, feeling as natural to wear as a second skin. However, unlike the YoRHa issued clothing, these were white with soft gold embroidery; clearly, these were not made for war, but as the universal sign for surrender, for peace.

In her fingers, she clutched her visor, this too white and gold. It was non-functional, more for aesthetics and private symbolism than anything. This was the last piece holding them back and once this was done, they would leave YoRHa behind and begin again.

The thought of the future, a future with Nines, spurred her to action. She gently brushed the veil to the side and tied the blindfold over her eyes.

•••

He was blind to their presence, but he knew exactly who they were just based off of the sounds they made. The Resistance took up much of the space with their mismatched voices rising above each other as they spoke, filling the empty space with their chatter. He picks out the excited tone of 4S, his fellow Scanner. He’s recording the entire process to study later on, focusing on each new experience for about a second before whipping around to record something else. But one voice in particular stood out, her voice clearly hesitant and unsure if she should even be here due to her history with the pair.

A2…so she had decided to accept the invitation after all… He was both happy and a bit nervous that she had decided to come. They’ve tried to mend the best they could, but even now, a part of him still hates her, still wants to hunt her down.

9S shifts from foot to foot out of nervous habit, anxiety building in him for an unknown reason and his Pod notices right away.

“Pulse rate palpitations detected in unit 9S,” it never really did lose that unsettling monotone, never quite finding the emotional range that the androids possessed. “Perhaps you should breathe.”

His laugh comes out shaky and quiet, tinkling like shards of broken glass in a dryer. He doesn’t know why the sudden outburst happens, but it does in high-stress moments like this and he can’t stop it. He’s glad that they’re too busy talking to hear or notice his brief moment of madness because he doesn’t want to explain the unexplainable processes in his addled brain.

“I’ll remember that,” he says quietly to his Pod, wishing that he could actually seeher instead of a dark silhouette against the white of the blindfold. But he doesn’t want to look yet, lest he catch a glimpse of 2B before the proper time.

They’ve been separated for more than makes him comfortable and it’s eating at him. In the normal span of a day, he’s never more than shouting distance away from her, most times closely clutching her hand in his.

Maybe he’s clingy. Maybe they both are.

The voices fall silent one by one, a sort of reverent and hushed awe hanging in the air where noise once was. He turns his head before remembering that he can’t see what they do, but now he can hear her footsteps against the concrete.

The urge to look is strong. He wants to see her, to feel what they feel and he wonders if she has the same thoughts about seeing him.

She’s unsure in her steps but follows the path led by her Pod. Sometimes, she sways to the right but a simple correction given by her support and she is centered again.

He’s waiting for her just thirty steps ahead, standing off to the left, probably in the same anxious throes as herself. They’re blind, the moment when they meet will be the first time they see each other and cast away the blindfolds forever. It’s a form of symbolic closure, something only they will understand and therefore the perfect inclusion to this ceremony.

Perhaps it’s only a symbol and they never will escape these memoirs of their past. Perhaps closure is something they don’t deserve. Perhaps they don’t deserve love or happiness or each other.

But…she’s reached him now and stands across from him, her hands tightening around the flowers. Carefully, she reaches up with one hand and mimics the gesture of his silhouette, removing the fabric from around her eyes.

They deserve this, and in that moment when their eyes finally meet, they deserve each other.

•••

It’s a celebratory occasion, and A2 has never been much for celebration. It unnerves her, sets her teeth on edge.

She’s not even sure she should be here, basking in their happiness, their joy, because she knows she’s always holding them back. She’s that dark spot on their white clothing, a stain too stubborn to be scrubbed away. She’s the personification of their nightmares, the ones she knows they have, the ones where she is the murderer of his only reason for living. 2B and herself have already come to terms with the fact that 9S will never fully accept her existence, so when she received the invitation she was wondering if it was a mistake or a shill.

Still, she had dragged herself here, reconsidering it halfway through her journey.

The white-clad pair seemed frozen in place as they finally got to look at each other, eyes roaming over their partner. The lovestruck idiots…if they ever thought they were being discreet, they seriously had some problems.

Her Pod takes the flowers from her, floating with the bouquet obscuring much of the light grey rectangle.

A2 is lost in the whole process, this ceremony having been dragged out of obscurity and altered slightly to more fit an android couple. Certain things changed.

They didn’t need to eat so why would they create a…“cake” was it? Most of these old partnering ceremonies included worship to some sort of God, a thing they didn’t believe in. Anemone tried her best to fill in the blanks but they all knew that something was missing from this moment. It felt incomplete and thus something they, the androids, couldn’t fully adopt.

Perhaps in a few years, as this practice became more common among the lovebirds, they would discover what was missing.

The strange thing was, 9S and 2B didn’t seem to care. Perhaps that what was missing. A2 couldn’t understand the point of this process, but for some reason it mattered so much to them. And, she guessed, maybe that was the point. It didn’t matter if she or anyone in the Resistance understood. At the end, it was about them and what stupid shit they wanted.

Huh, maybe that was the point.

9S trembled as he took 2B’s hands, slowly interlocking their fingers together. They promised each other eternity, something as androids they could easily give to each other (but she chose to not point that out), promised each other faith and honesty. It was the sentimental bullcrap that she had to put up with when she was quasi-traveling with them, but she never commented on it outside of sitting on the outskirts of camp whenever they were being, ehem, overly affectionate. She supposed they deserved it; however, and it never really bothered her outside of leaving a strong feeling of pain in her chest.

The more she watched them, the more that idea was cemented: the idea that they deserved some peace and to be these lovestruck fools who didn’t have to murder each other for the sake of a false mission with no goal other than morale. For the greater good, their torment mattering nothing to their creators. They all deserved a moment to be obnoxious with their happiness.

Applause startled her out of her thoughts and, hurriedly, she brought her hands together, hoping no one noticed her late start.

•••

Anemone was perhaps the only person she felt comfortable around, considering their history together and the cool-headed demeanor of the Resistance leader. “I don’t really get this whole celebration.“ A2 muttered to the darker-skinned android as they leaned against the wall.

“They don’t either,” Anemone chuckled softly as her eyes trailed over to the white pair as they swayed awkwardly to soft music Emil played over his speaker. When A2 had approached him, he seemed excited about the whole thing (of course his face didn’t show it but his voice dripped with energy) and zoomed off to…somewhere before she could prod further.

A2 raised an eyebrow, following her gaze. “So what’s the point?” 9S seemed to be muttering something into 2B’s ear, which left her face unreadable as she nodded stiffly. “I know we don’t have to live by structure anymore but…”

Anemone ran her nails down the back of her opposite arm. She was lost in her processes, mulling over her words carefully before parting her lips and saying softly, “it may well be the last time these two experience anything.” When A2 visibly recoiled, Anemone continued, “I forgot you’ve been disconnected from the Resistance server for a while. But…they offered to be the test subjects for the Gestalt process.”

A2 bit the inside of her cheek at the mere mention of the selfsame project that single-handedly ended the human race. “…you guys are really trying that, huh?” She shook her head. “I can’t say I can see it working.”

Anemone’s voice was laced with passion. “There’s been success in smaller, less complex subjects. We’ve exhausted those trials and it’s only natural that we advance to the next step.” She applauded with the group as the song came to an end, 9S and 2B unfurling from their tight embrace. “They’ve decided they would help us take that step, but they wanted to take it together.”

“And you’re just gonna let them?

“I can tell you; I tried to convince them otherwise. Nothing I could say could sway them.”

The two were joined on the floor by others who wanted to join in the “dancing” or whatever they wanted to call it. “So…what’s going to happen to them?”

Anemone sighed, running a hand through her bangs. “In all honesty, I have no idea. We’re tampering with a Black Box. We’ve had success with deactivated models, but…” She trailed off. Clearly, she was just as hesitant as A2 but more set in her conviction. “We have to try.”

“Last time I checked, there’s no more ‘have to.’” A2 crossed her arms and shifted on her feet.

“I know what you’re thinking.”

“It’s a stupid choice.”

Anemone smiled. “But we have the freedom to make those stupid choices, don’t we?”

•••

He lay to her right, running his thumb over her hand as he studied the sensation one last time. Muscle fibers and circuitry rested underneath the surface of soft artificial skin, her carbonate skeleton dense and reinforced yet flexible. Yet it felt absolutely natural to him.

Would…would that change in a human body? Would it no longer feel the same? Would he never be comforted by her touch, but rather disgusted by the sensation so alien? Doubt swirled in his mind, leaving him with a pit deep in his heart.

Fear. It was crawling it’s way up again, threatening to derail everything they had worked for and promised each other. Their eternity was in this moment and…he was so unsure if life would be awaiting him at the end…

Her voice was low in volume, soft in pitch and gentle in tone, but she was demanding he look at her.

“Nines.” He slowly lifts his head to meet her eyes. She takes his other hand, trailing her fingers along.

Her voice is…minuscule when she says, “I’m scared too.”

In that moment, he knows he’s been selfish. He’s been so trapped in his own fear, his own reservations, his own thoughts that he hasn’t even considered hers.

It’s always been like that: she doesn’t voice her suffering so he simply doesn’t think it exists. Even when they were caught in the dance of life, death and duty, he never once thought of her and her needs because she was 2B and she didn’t need anything.

But she’s just as broken and naked as he is, pieces of herself cut off and tossed into the void. She can never be whole, never be without the fear of waking up with him not by her side, never be safe without a weapon nearby, never be herself again because there never was a “self” to tear out. They had to create those on their own, formulating love and purpose where there should be none after the losses they incurred.

And yet, here she was, holding his hands and preparing for the unknown with him.

He grasped her hands a little tighter, so afraid of letting go. “I…I love you.”

She smiled softly, and, with great reluctance, pulled their hands apart. “I love you too, Nines.”

“Are you ready?” Jackass asked, her eyes on the Black Boxes, dense cubes of compressed matter and energy and the closest thing to an android heart.

The two nodded and felt the wave of a forced shutdown overtake them. Before he fell asleep, 9S could hear Jackass mutter to herself a reaffirmation: “it’s for science. It’s what they want.”

So it seemed they weren’t the only ones with hesi—

[Unit 9S Black Box signal offline.]

[Unit 2B Black Box signal offline.]

[Death confirmed]

Ideas for Sing 2
  1. Buster has to work to officially make the theater his own or.
  2. Nana dies and passes the theater onto Buster and they all throw together this giant performance in her honor. Stuff makes it rough. Focuses a lot on Eddie and how he needs to find a dream, or smth.
  3. Or, Nana has a dying wish to perform one last time in the theater. Everyone works to make it happen.
  4. Side plots? Johnny’s father and his gang can be helped out of prison with prize money of some sort, and maybe they can find a dream in the theater arts as well inspired by Johnny somehow?
  5. Ash is writing more and more songs, and maybe finds a new romantic interest? But she is stand-offish and not taking risks, so maybe the new interest tries to woo her with a song that shows his appreciation for her.
  6. Meena keeps overcoming her shyness and tries to branch out more, to become a regular performer at Buster’s theater maybe? Since she really enjoyed it, but she still has her moments of stage fright.
  7. Miss Crawly and her new bf being cute. Maybe she retires. Buster has to get someone else to take her place, but he’s having an internal struggle with it tbh.
  8. MISS CRAWLY DIES? I will die if that happens.
  9. Some more flash backs of Buster’s childhood and father that help parallel current events would be pretty sweet, and would keep the charm the first movie has, as well.
  10. We need a ‘work together as a team’ moment. Please and thank you.
  11. NO ROMANTIC INTEREST FOR BUSTER BYE.
  12. Rosita and Norman are working on their relationship to improve it, but 1. maybe it keeps falling out and Gunter helps reassure Rosita, or 2. Norman quits his job and tries to be at Rosita’s side with her dream. Fashion/performance advice from Gunter????
  13. Mike and Nancy performing together while running from the bears. We need a resolution for them, where Mike also starts to finally change and find enjoyment in singing. WE SAW THE POSSIBILITIES OF THIS AT THE END OF THE FIRST MOVIE.

These are just a few random ideas. They don’t mash well together, but these are a few things I would be interested in seeing happening!

Help! Not Just Anybody - Two

Spencer x Reader

Three months later and Y/N was well and truly settled into the Reid household. She’d accepted the position, of course she had, there’d been something about the tall, messy haired man that she felt akin to. She asked to meet Ella before making her final decision, finding the nine year old friendly but slightly reserved at the same time. Two weeks later she’d pulled her car onto their drive and moved her things in, being handed a set of house keys and a credit card for groceries. After an initially rocky first month she and Ella developed a bond and settled into a routine, and now life was good.

Spencer was home almost every weekend like he’d told her he’d be. The two Saturdays he’d been caught in a case, he’d made sure to phone ahead and arrange alternate cover for Ella so that Y/N could still attend her class. The alternative cover was usually Georgia, his ex wife who Y/N had met two weeks into her role. She’d found this other woman interesting and intriguing, as well as very blunt. But she was a good mother to Ellie and a good sort of step mom to Ella when she was needed. And Y/N had found herself calling her on a few occasions when she couldn’t get hold of Spencer, the first time being when Spencer was away on a case and Ella had fallen ill and had needed collecting early from school. Y/N had been halfway across town about to sit a test for her course, a test she’d had scheduled in for weeks. Gee had been a lifesaver, collecting Ella and depositing her back at home, staying with her until Y/N returned two hours later.

“Thank you so much! I’m so sorry you had to come out of work for this… ”

“It’s no problem Y/N, seriously. My office is generally very good at making concessions for those with kids, I just told them it was Ellie that was sick. She’s all tucked up in bed now, poor thing.”

“I’ll go check up on her in a moment. Thank you again.”

“Like I said, no problem. How are you finding things here anyway?” The woman brushed a lock of her hair back and took a look around the kitchen that was now way more organised and uncluttered than it had been a few months before.

“It’s good. Ella’s a sweetheart most of the time. She’s a great kid although occasionally I get the distinct feeling that she’s holding back from me and her dad.”

“Yeah, she still has her moments even when she’s with us. She still misses her mom, bless her. We all do.”

Y/N had been surprised by that comment, still not knowing the full story of what had happened all those years ago. But she didn’t let it show this time. Georgia spoke again.

“How are you finding Spencer?”

“Erm.. He’s fine. When he’s here he’s great with Ella and he doesn’t seem to have any issues with what I’ve been doing. I try to keep out of their way though once he’s home, to give them time together.” She did, once the dishes from the evening meal were cleaned away and Ella’s lunch was made for the following day she generally took herself off upstairs to her room. The room she’d been given was large and had an ensuite attached. Most nights she’d take a long bath and read, or catch up on her online modules, completing her homework. At the weekends, she try to arrange meetings with friends so she was out of the house unless she was needed.

“Well that’s very good of you. You should take the time to get to know Spencer though. Seriously, he’s a great guy. You’re studying psychology right?” Y/N was surprised again by how much this woman seemed to know about her, but she nodded.

“You should talk to him about it, he could probably help with your coursework and things. Who better than an FBI profiler to help you?”

The woman had a point and Y/N made a mental note to try to get to know Spencer a bit more if the opportunity arose.

Over the next few months it didn’t, not really. It wasn’t like Y/N and Dr Reid didn’t converse, they spoke a lot about Ella and Ellie, and she even joined them all on a trip to the local zoo one weekend when he had both girls. But at night she still sloped off to her room if he was home and she didn’t have plans with her friends. One Saturday night, that finally changed.

“Bye Olive, thanks for the ride babe!” Y/N balanced her take out pizza in her hand as she clumsily waved goodbye to her friend and searched her bag for her house keys.

She’d been out celebrating a friends birthday and whilst she definitely wasn’t smashed, she also definitely wasn’t sober. She didn’t want to eat her greasy pizza in bed so she figured she’d grab another glass of wine from her shelf in the kitchen and catch up on Game of Thrones on the big TV downstairs. Creeping into the kitchen and sliding her pizza onto the side, she pulled a clean wineglass out of the cupboard and was humming the last song she’d been dancing to, to herself quietly as she poured, tottering on her heels.

“Good night?”

Y/N nearly jumped out of her skin, clutching the wine bottle so she didn’t drop it. She turned to see Dr Reid leaning against the door frame, an amused look on his face.

“Jesus fucking christ…. ” a rare expletive slipped her lips and Spencer raised his eyebrows not used to hearing that language from her. She’d trained herself not to swear around her charges and her employers but the combination of the alcohol and the fright he’d given her had loosened her tongue.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you Y/N.”

“It’s fine…. I’m sorry if I woke you up. I thought I’d closed the door quietly.”

“You did. I was still up, reading in the lounge.” Y/N realised then that he wasn’t dressed for bed, still in slacks and his shirt. His tie was missing and the sleeves were rolled up messily. Thick glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose, she hadn’t realised he even wore them.

“Did you have a good night?” Dr Reid asked again.

“Yes…. I did thank you. I’ll erm… Just take these up stairs and get out of your way then.” She could watch GoT upstairs, the houses cable package extended to her TV as well. She’d just have to be careful with her food.

“You weren’t planning on going straight to bed were you?” Dr Reid studied her reactions and she slowly shook her head knowing their was no point in trying to lie.

“Don’t let me keep you from doing whatever it was you were going to. This is YOUR home too Y/N. You don’t have to hide yourself away in your room you know?” his voice was soft and kind.

“Oh erm, okay. I was just going to eat this and catch up on a show, that was all.”

“Well by all means, stick with your original plan.”

Y/N did, taking her wine and pizza box through to the lounge and resting them down as she searched through the catch up TV programme that they had to find her show. Spencer followed her back through a few moment later, a tumbler filled with what Y/N thought to be whiskey.

“Is that pepperoni I can smell?” Dr Reid asked her.

She nodded. “Do you want to share? I probably won’t eat it all anyway. It’s probably best if you sit on the couch with me though.”

She settled back down and opened the pizza box, resting it in the middle of the couch as Spencer sat on the opposite end. He glanced up at the TV just as she was about to press play.

“Game Of Thrones? I haven’t watched this since like the second season.”

“You haven’t?” she set the remote back down. He shook his head.

“Have you not even read the books? Surely with your reading skills it would have only took you a few hours.”

“I started too, but then… Well, life got in the way. Mind catching me up quickly? All I know is that that little shit Joffrey is dead.”

Y/N chuckled at his words and spent the next twenty minutes giving her employer a brief run down of the goings on in Westeros. When she was done, she hit play and started to munch on her now cold pizza. She didn’t mind, she sometime preferred it that way.

Every few minutes Spencer would pipe up asking who a certain character was and she’d pause the TV to explain. After the fourth time, he apologised.

“I’m so sorry. This must be extremely annoying for you. I’ll erm, shut up and just read up on it tomorrow. In fact… I’ll just leave you to it.”

He went to stand up and Y/N found herself blurting out, “No. Please, sit back down Dr Reid. I don’t mind explaining to you, in fact… I was rather enjoying it. It’s not very often we actually sit and talk. It was…. It was kinda nice.”

Reid settled back down, glancing over at his companion and seeing she meant her words.

“We don’t really, do we. Perhaps we should. Okay. If you’re sure you don’t mind, I’ll stay. And tomorrow I’ll Wikipedia the seasons I’ve missed. Maybe… Maybe we could watch this together. Make it a weekly thing?”

“I think we should. If you’re out on a case, I’ll record it and wait for you. Sound like a plan?” Y/N smiled some what shyly.

10

favourite twd character meme: five whatever you want [3/5]

beth + team prison

CHAPTER FOUR


JACKSON

On Tuesday during the after-school program, I can’t get my brain to shut up. I look towards the door every five seconds starting right when school ends, anticipating the moment when April walks in to pick up Alaina. Prior to this, I spent the whole day hyping myself up and going over how this interaction would play out. If she just follows her parts in the script I made up in my head, it should be fine.

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gokumeat  asked:

✤ shiara ^-^

who said i love you first?
oh no…. i cant remember…. guess i have to play the entire romance again…… unfortunate………………
who laughs when the other trips?
shepard usually but she also automatically moves to catch liara so its okay
who pays the bills?
god post-war theyre both fucking made of money so it doesnt rly matter
which one makes a bigger deal around the holidays?
i think shepard is. she never rly got a chance to celebrate holidays since joining the alliance and also is rly interested/curious abt holidays that liara celebrated. but its mostly bc she rly loves doing tings w liara and finally has the time too c:
who’s more clumsy?
liara was a lot more clumsy when they first met but isnt as much so now, but she still has moment of working at her terminal and accidentally knocking something over, then going to grab it and then knocking MORE things over. 
also shepard took a bit of time to get used to her prosthetics after the war so she was a bit all over the place for a bit (esp with the hand/lower arm. i mean robo hands dont cramp but u gotta actually master that fine motor control first sis)
who checks their daily horoscope?
shepard does for laughs and always asks liara what her starsign is, and she always replies “i was literally born on the other side of the galaxy shepard”
who sings louder in the car?
shepard.
who leaves the cap off the toothpaste?
liara does and it drives shepard fucking nuts. liara was used to living on her own and all that and shes trying to get into the habit but she just cant do it
who is more up to date in pop culture?
its not rly a priority for either of them but liara tends to be more so bc of constant exposure to new information.
also shepard still owns heelies so wyd 
who insists on going to see the newest movies?
now that they have the time they both love going out to see movies! shepard wants to go see the purposely terrible ones and torrents a lot ones that never make to mainstream cinemas. liara then takes her to see the latest blasto and shepard mumbles about suing in the snack bar line
who cries when the abused animal commercials come on?
shepard gets teary shes too attached to her pets
who’s the lighter sleeper?
shepard, but liara stays up rly late
who believes in ghosts?
im not actually sure…. hmmm
who does the grocery shopping?
they usually go together bc im a Sucker for small domestic shit like that but also the last time shepard went out alone to grab groceries an entire aisle exploded
who updates their facebook status more often?
neither of them have a facebook and liaras not rly a social media user but shepard has a personal twitter account with millions of followers and its the best thing ever 

  • me: i need to find someone like peridot in my life
  • friend: lol why
  • me, internally: i need someone who understands my mental illness as much as peridot understands lapis'. i have literally never seen a character be so patient and helpful in someone's recovery as much as peridot is. she's always aware of anything that could trigger lapis, makes it a point to make sure lapis is okay before leaving, and immediately assures her that she will return - not wanting lapis to think she will abandon her. surely lapis still has her moments of weakness from time to time but she seems genuinely happy now, laughing and smiling because of camp pining hearts and meepmorp. i need a peridot in my life.
  • me, externally: lol she's smol and a nerd

Name: Iyrnswys Hawkeye

Race: Sea Wolf Roagadyn

Sex: Female

Occupation: Librarian, accountant, conjurer in training

Personality Type (laid back, militant, high strung, etc.):
Iyrn is a quiet and gentle sort. She tends to be rather calm and level headed (which is good with Kiera around) and likes to think/plan ahead. She’s also incredibly shy and overwhelmed, nervous around new people. She manages to overcome it fairly quickly though she still has her moments even long into the relationship. She’s also a romantic who loves big gestures and declarations of love.

What does your character look like?: 
Gigantic. Iyrn is extremely tall compared to most people and even on the tall side compared to other roegadyn. She’s also overweight and heavily built. Her skin is dark gray, verging on black, and smooth and soft. Her hair is long and a deep blue that is several shades lighter than the black-glue of her eyes. Her face is open, but she also has the sharp features common among her kind: prominent nose, angular jaw, sharp cheekbones. She can sometimes look fiercer than she really is.

Favorite Hobby: Reading novels (romances are her favorite) and cooking

Motto they live by: “Never dismiss dreams and fantasies. Those are what the best ideas are built on. Those are what our futures are started on.”

Favorite type of Environment: For the most part, she likes quiet and cozy. That’s best for reading and being with her loved ones. But, being a Sea Wolf, she loves being near the sea. She also loves the loud, lively environment of a full dining room and busy kitchen.

Friends: Mostly Kiera. She’s shy and has trouble meeting new people. She likes to think she has one or two others, but they’re more distant. She’d like to have more friends, though.

Who They Admire: Kiera. Her wife amazes her and she is always impressed by her and wants to be more like her. Her mother, as well. Iyrn watched her mother survive a terrible marriage and keep her daughter safe and admires that strength and devotion. She also somewhat admires her grandparents even though she never met any of them. She was told stories about their exploits and she still secretly wishes she could follow in the family profession of piracy legitimate sailing and trade.

What do they hope to do 10 years from now: Live happily in Ala Mhigo with Kiera and their daughter. She looks forward to having a quiet life at some point where they can both be settled down and content.

Are they single? If not, who is their spouse/partner/life mate?:
She is quite happily married to Kiera Hawkeye.

What do they look for in friends?: People she can relax and have fun with. She really enjoys loud conversation of dinner and drinks, and the more people at the table the better. People who don’t look down on her (figuratively) for not being an adventurer or not the usual roegadyn shape.

If they walked into a bar and saw a talking slug, what would their reaction be?: She’d be startled at first but probably assume she was dreaming. After that, she’d probably strike up a conversation with it.

OOC:

Usual Playtime:
Timezone: EST
Monday-Thursday: 6:30 pm  to 10:30 pm
Friday: 6:30 pm to 1:00 am
Saturday: 10:00 am to 1:00 am (sporadic during the day if I got shit to do) 
Sunday: 10:00 am to 11:00 pm

Server: Balmung

FC/Guild: The Mythril Blades 

Looking for (friends, ships, hate ships, shady connections, etc.):
- Aquaintances
- Friends
- Other Sea Wolves
- Baby conjurers who want to complain with Iyrn about classes

Tagged by: @meandering-mind

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32/365 Days of Outlaw Queen

An Exquisite Body of Work, a Bawson AU, rated M

My contribution to Sinning Sunday. 

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Ginny is comfortable in her body. 

(As comfortable as someone who really didn’t get much guidance or practical knowledge of said body until much later than her peers, but still.)

She’s comfortable. But, even though she has few qualms about the way she looks, and doesn’t mind being naked with Mike (how could she mind that, it’s often the highlight of her day), she’ll never be Mike Lawson level comfortable with nudity. 

Mike’s an enigma, one Ginny finds frustrating and fun and obnoxious and kind. Mike’s surly and set in his ways, but sometimes he’ll do something so romantic and sweet that Ginny will have to rearrange all her previous thoughts about him. 

But one thing she’s come to notice and appreciate about Mike is that he’s so comfortable in his skin and takes every opportunity to be naked. 

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'Marinette's Delivery Service' - by whitebear-ofthe-watertribe

So I sat down today to do a completely different piece of art while listening to my collection of Joe Hisaishi’s Ghibli works, and halfway through the first rough draft sketch, I became so much more inspired to go in a completely different direction and make a Miraculous Ladybug/Kiki’s Delivery Service AU!! And as I drew, I started to piece together an entire AU story in my head :) If I had the time and patience to improve these ideas and write it all out in a proper, multi chapter fic, I would! But as such, this is the best I can manage (though it certainly became long enough to be a full fledged fic) so enjoy!


·        Marinette is a young witch who just came of age, and she ends up leaving her small little country town home to travel to Paris. She has dreamed of this for ages; her love for fashion and magic touch for creating the most exquisite clothes has prompted her to try to seek inspiration by being near the world’s best designers (especially, if possible, the highly esteemed Gabriel Agreste)…

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title: felix culpa
summary: At another time, in another place—you were mine. 
prompt: I fell in love with you three lifetimes ago and I’ve been looking for you ever since but I’ve been starting to give up and my friend’s new crush has your eyes and oh god I’m not going to steal someone’s date just because I’m hoping you’re the person I met in a past life (just kidding yes I am)
pairing: sasusaku 
rating: T
author’s note: I’m gonna be doing all the prompts from the reincarnation list for sasusaku :) might post this on ff. enjoy!


“This is stupid,” I say. “You are stupid.”

“Watch it, bastard,” he snaps, but he’s grinning, like he always is. “I might start to think you don’t care.”

I roll my eyes. “What would give you that idea?”

“Intuition,” he counters. “Listen, just… at least try to be nice?”

I snort. “When am I not nice?”

“I think an easier question to answer would be, ‘when are you nice?’” I shoot him a glare that he ignores. “I really like her, okay, so don’t be an ass.”

“I’m surprised she’s gotten past your stupid,” I sneer.

He waves off my comment with a hand. “See? Shit like that. Keep it to a minimum.”

I have half a mind to slap him over the side of the head, but decide against it. You’re not really supposed to throw around your charge, anyway—though Naruto has always been an exception.

Either way, it’s my job to make sure he’s happy, so I simply sigh. “Yeah, whatever.”

“Look, she’s coming!” he says, and does anything but point toward the girl who walks through the door. His wide eyes follow the trail of a tiny girl swimming in a loose pair of lavender scrubs, and white keds. Her hair is pink, of all colors—I don’t put it past Naruto to fall for such an obnoxious girl—and pin straight. When she sees him, she smiles widely and begins waving.

I realize almost immediately that, of course, this is not his girl, but it is just like Naruto to sift through a few before finding the right one.

Naruto stands up from the table, and waves back at her. “Sakura-chan!” he calls almost a little too loudly. The girl approaches the table quickly, and Naruto pulls her into a tight hug.

“Sorry I’m late!” she says; her voice is soft and sweet, muffled against his shoulder. He lets go of her, and she begins fixing her hair. “The hospital was crazy today. I tried to leave early, but duty calls.”

“Don’t be sorry!” he says, and pulls out her chair for her. She sits with a tiny blush on her face. He sits back down next to me. “You’re so amazing, Sakura-chan! Always saving people!”

She shakes her head. “You’re too kind, Naruto—”

“And you’re too modest.” He grins. “There’s no reason to be embarrassed about being the best doctor in all of Konoha!”

She laughs, lighthearted, like bells. “Thank you, Naruto, you’re exaggerating, but thank you.”

I watch them for a moment longer; he makes more seemingly charming comments, and she laughs like she cares. It gets really old really quickly, so I cough, gathering their attention. She looks at me, and smiles.

My heart stops.

“Oh, right, sorry!” Naruto says, and I’m sure he’s smiling sheepishly, hand shoveled in his hair in embarrassment, but I can’t bear to turn away from her. “Sakura-chan, this is my best friend, Uchiha Sasuke.”

Her smile turns sweet, and she extends her hand toward me. The name is different, and the hair is different, and so is the height, and the weight, and nearly everything else about her, but the eyes—the eyes are not different, not one bit, as they watch me with guarded friendliness.

“It’s so good to meet you,” she offers, and bats her eyelashes. Her eyes twinkle, like emeralds, green like fresh grass, like budding leaves, like mint; they’re so clear, and swollen, and expressive. Flecks of gold flicker around her pupils, and they sparkle when she blinks. This is Her.

Three centuries later, and this is Her.

Her smile falls slightly, before twitching back into place. “I’m Haruno Sakura,” she says, pushing for my attention.

I watch her eyes carefully. They fall down to my mouth, and then trail up my nose, back to my gaze.

Naruto kicks me in the shin. “Bastard, when I said don’t be a jerk, I didn’t mean act like a fucking weirdo,” he sneers in my ear, a quiet mumble I’m sure she’s probably heard, because I see her lips twitch.

I realize, after a moment, that she still has her hand extended towards mine, and all I’ve been doing is staring at her. When she looks like she’s about to retract, I grab it. Her hands are tiny, and calloused: the hands of a worker. “Nice to meet you.”

She shakes it firmly, satisfied. “Naruto has told me so much about you.”

“Nothing good, I imagine,” I say, holding a little longer before releasing her hand.

She laughs, and it feels like a distant echo, something I can remember. Maybe it’s not the sound, but the way her eyes curve in amusement, the little crow’s feet at the corners that feel like tattoos etched into my timeline, like an old memory I can’t dare forget. “You’re not quite the bastard I imagined, I guess. I was hoping for some gray hair, maybe some gnarly teeth, or a scar, even.”

It’s Her, of course. With every flash of emotion, every shine of recognition, every little wrinkle, flutter, and blink—even three lifetimes, three centuries, three generations, and three reincarnations of my charge later, I know it’s Her.

I’ve found her.

And, of course, Naruto had to go and find Her, attempt to make the girl his own. He’ll get bored of her eventually, when he meets his fate, but that won’t be for a while now. He’s young, yet, but that doesn’t make this any harder, watching my other, my other I haven’t found for generations, be with the idiot.

Somebody up there must be having a good laugh.

“No scar,” I say a moment later. “I have a birthmark on my neck,” I add.

“Well, isn’t that something special,” she jokes. “What a monster you are, then.”

“Since you two are getting along so well,” Naruto says, standing, a bright grin on his face. “I’m gonna go pee—be right back! Don’t do anything stupid, bastard!”

I roll my eyes, placing my elbow on the table and cupping my chin in my hand. She’s smiling, which seems to be a common state for her. She’s quite pretty, really; I can see why Naruto would be so attracted to her. Sure, she’s tiny, and her body isn’t anything particularly special, but her pink hair is striking next to her round eyes, the color of a forest.

This might be the most beautiful I’ve ever seen her.

“He’s quite a character,” she says, and shakes her head. “Very sweet, though.”

I shrug. “Annoying, is more like it.”

“Maybe a little,” she agrees with a wink. She looks at me for a moment, watches me with something in those eyes that feels so achingly familiar, and then furrows her eyebrows. “Have we met before?”

Yes, of course, someone must be laughing quite hard right now.

“I don’t believe so,” I lie. We have, not that you’d remember.

“You seem so familiar to me,” she says, watching me with a look of skepticism.

“Can’t say I know why.” I smirk.

She shakes her head. “Have you been to Konoha General recently?”

“No,” I say, though, maybe, I wish I had been, had met her before the idiot.

“Where did you go to high school?” she asks.

“Same as Naruto,” I explain. “Leaf Academy.”

“And college?” she questions, leaning into the table.

I shoot her down with, “Konoha University.”

“Darn,” she snaps with a playful smile. “Maybe we haven’t met.”

“Maybe not,” I agree with a smile of my own.

“Perhaps in another life time,” she sings with a laugh, and a wave of her hand.

I nearly snort at the irony. “You believe in that crap?”

She raises a pretty, pink eyebrow. “You don’t?”

I search for the right words to say, and I’m sure I can hear the laughter now, the amused snort of a malevolent God in the rear of my mind. “I—”

“Sorry that took so long!” Naruto interrupts, sliding into the seat next to him.

My hand twitches to smack him.

“Hope he wasn’t too nasty, Sakura-chan,” he says with a shit-eating grin. He’s surely asking for it. “He’s still not fully trained.”

“He was nothing but a gentleman,” says Sakura with a laugh. “But I’m sorry, Naruto, but I actually have to get going.” She stands. “My phone has been vibrating, and I need to get back to the hospital.”

I hadn’t even realized her fish for her phone while we were talking, but now that I recall, she had declined a call. 

His face falls as he stands, but he scrambles up a smile that’s nearly as sunny as the rest. “Of course! I can’t stop you from saving the world!”

She rolls her eyes. “You’re too good too me.” She presses a kiss to his cheek, and squeezes his bicep. Something flares within me that I have no right to acknowledge. She pulls away, a hot blush on her cheeks, and offers me a pretty smile. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Sasuke.”

I shake my head. “The pleasure was all mine.”

She stares at me for a moment, and something in her stare makes my heart flop. “I’ll see you soon,” she whispers. She turns away without another word. Perhaps it is the narcissist in me, but the words sound more for me than anybody else.

Naruto doesn’t seem to take notice, though, as he falls back into his chair with a dreamy sigh, watching her back as she leaves the coffee shop. “Isn’t she great?”

I shrug my shoulders.

“What did you think?” he asks me. He’s infatuated, I can tell, with his wide, wet eyes, and dopey smile.

This might be a long one, this relationship, this whatever he’s trying to build with her. “She’s alright,” I lie. “I guess she’s cute.”

“She’s gorgeous,” he corrects me, and it’s true. “She’s amazing.”

Amazing doesn’t cut it. Amazing isn’t the half of it. There are no words to describe this girl. “Maybe.”

He chuckles. “You seemed to like her.”

“Like I said, she’s alright,” I lie again.

I know, with time, his dreamy sighs may turn into bored ones or, perhaps, she will get tired of him and her laughter will die down. This isn’t Naruto’s girl, his inevitable other that’s out there, somewhere, waiting for him, just like in every other lifetime. If she chooses not to show up, he will have no one.

As luck would have it, of course, my other would waltz in, three lifetimes later, and try to pursue a relationship with this idiot.

“She’s the one, Sasuke,” he says, and I almost scowl. “I know it.”

Instead, I smirk. “Whatever you say.”

When the inevitable end comes, the end he doesn’t see just yet, she’ll be mine, just like she’s always been before.

With a sigh, I stand up from my chair. “Come on, let’s get going, moron.”

“What’s the rush?” he asks, but stands anyway.

It would be twisted for me to steal this girl from him, I decide. I can’t just whisk her away right in front of him. This will end; I just need to be patient.

He sighs. “You have no patience.”

He’s right, and perhaps I can’t take her from right in front of him, but under his nose seems like a good plan


| part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight |

Since the start of Miraculous Season 1B, in less than two new episodes, Adrien has already:

Met Marinette’s extended family (meaning her uncle from Kung Food) and was kind and generous enough to help her out by being her translator for the day (This little tidbit I found interesting. In Kung Food, almost everyone was expecting Marinette to be the one to assist Adrien with his Chinese since it’s part of her heritage but it turned out to be the other way around. That’s a nice touch there from Hawkdaddy and the team)

Met Marinette’s parents (Both of whom already, almost automatically, seem to approve of him without the slightest bit of hesitation at all (I mean neither of them didn’t even seem the slightest bit bothered that a boy came to visit their daughter and spent the afternoon ALONE with her in her bedroom. Either Mari’s parents really trust her or…like Alya, they ship Adrinette as much as the next person and wanted to give their daughter the opportunity to spend some quality alone time with her crush/love interest. Well we all know who win Parents of the Year in this series).

Made physical contact with Marinette on several occasions (Hand touching, hand holding, almost kissing each other AGAIN, etc I lost count on the amount of time this happened in Episode 15 alone. Then again I was too busy squealing my heart out at all the cute shipper moments).

Been inside of her bedroom (Need I say more?)

Act as her knight in shining armor, gallantly protecting and saving her from perilous danger (both as himself and Chat Noir)

….AND DID I MENTION THAT HE MET HER PARENTS AND WAS ALONE WITH HER IN HER BEDROOM!!! 


Okay, it is clear that these last two episodes have been one serious Adrinette shipping fest after the next and like Mc’Donalds’ Happy Meal, I AM LOVING IT! I sincerely hope they keep this up. After a whole half a season with little Adrien and Marinette moments, it’s refreshing to see scenes highlighting their growing relationship. It is definitely safe to say that their friendship has changed a lot since the beginning of the series. We’ve even seen changes with Marinette’s confidence when infront of Adrien.

Seems like only yesterday, I was yelling at my screen for this chile to buck up some lady balls and talk to Adrien. Now they’re actually starting to hang out ALONE together and it doesn’t seem as if Marinette is as nervous to talk to Adrien anymore. Yeah sure, she still has her stummering moments but…like I said, things have changed for the BETTER. 
Their bond is growing and other than Mari, I’m seeing a change in Adrien’s behaviour towards her too.

The fandom has noticed it and so have I. I think Adrien might have a little crushy-wushy on Marinette. Suuuuure his heart may belong to her superheroine other half but…Adrien, your Mari-feels are showing. I mean the classic reaching for the game controller at the same time and ‘accidentally’ touch each other scene alone sent my Adrinette alarms into hyper overdrive.

I mean I understand if Marinette would blush and look away awkwardly (we all know how she feels) but what pegs me is, why did Adrien do the same? One could call it just a simple embarrassing accident but…I would more expect him to look at Marinette kind of understandingly like ‘It’s okay, it was my bad’ kind of vibes, right? But instead, he looked away too with the SAME embarrassed expression as Marinette.

What intrigued me about this scene  is that Adrien mimicked the same kind of embarrassed awkwardness as Marinette. The kind of awkwardness that one specifically exhibits when in the presence of their crush or someone they have strong romantic feelings for. And what makes it even more interesting is that, again, we know the reason for Marinette’s reaction but…Adrien, why were YOU embarrassed?

The only thing that can answer that question is that Adrien is starting to develop romantic feelings for Marinette. He might not realize it now (and ooooh I cannot WAIT til the episode where he does because I bet it’ll be juicy) but it’s definitely starting. I can damn guarantee you that.

I’m REALLY hoping that this coming half of the season continues with the growing Adrinette friendship. 

I’m also grateful for the lack of Chloe intervention this episode. Thank goodness for that. To be honest, I was really annoyed with how Chloe once again used her sneaky underhanded ways to intentionally sabotage someone else and cause them to become akumatized (I’m still waiting on that Chloe redemption. Still waiting patiently).So is it wrong that I was pleased that there wasn’t much of her this episode? The last thing we needed was Chloe messing up Mari and Adrien’s chances to get to know each other more and essentially play together at the videogame tournament.
So yay for no EVIL CHLOE this episode, yes! Also, how cool is Adrienette’s school for sponsoring for their class to take part in the videogame tournament. 

That’s just plain awesome. Plus I loved how at the end of the episode, Marinette was willing to give up her spot in the tournament to allow Max to play instead. That was rather sweet of her, as expected from our kindhearted Marinette.
And how nice of Adrien to also do the same and give up his spot in the tournament so that Marinette can play with Max in his place. It’s quite crazily cute how much these two kids think alike.
This kind of ingenuity will come in handy once they become a couple. Uhmm…Which episode will that be again?


Anywhozzits I’ve said enough. Time for moi to skidaddle. But before I go, I’ll leave with one final note.
Mark my words my fellow miraculers. I sense more glorious Adrinette moments to come in the upcoming episodes so let’s brace our fragile shipping hearts for more beautiful moments between this cutie heroic couple ;u;

 ~LittleMissSquiggles (2016) 

Curves

Can you do an imagine about G where he’s dating a curvy girl and she gets bashed for it so he stands up for her.

Jack g smut long?

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“Sexy, come here!” I yell to the bathroom door, and my girlfriend (Y/N) steps into our room with these form fitting jeans, and a sweatshirt. I’m in a flirty mood, and I need her to relax me a bit.

“What G?” She obviously seems annoyed, but I haven’t done anything, or at least I think I haven’t.

“Hey, what’s up?” I grab her arm, pulling her into my lap.

“It’s a terrible thing to have curves. Being a thick is a crime.” She states, rolling her eyes. I’m not gonna lie, babygirl is packing. Thick thighs, wide hips, big butt, tiny little stomach, nice rack. She embraces that too, not ashamed of that. I liked that the most about her.

“I don’t know who says that, but they’re crazy.” I smile at her, and she returns it.

“Well take your fans for example. ‘She’s way too big for him. He needs a slimmer girl.’ As if they know what you need. What you need is a nice thick girl. Thick girls know how to put it down."  She sassily rolls her eyes, slightly rolling her hips too.

"Watch where you’re grinding baby, your gonna start something you can’t finish.” I grip her hips, in an attempt to keep her still, but I fail miserably. She grinds even harder, sliding off her sweatshirt.

“Trust me daddy, I know what I’m starting, I know how to finish.” She winks, pushing me back onto the bed. I lean up a bit, taking her lips into mine.

She crawls up to reach my lips better, her hands reaching between us to unbuckle my jeans, sliding them and my boxers off.

“Take them off.” I command, reaching for her jeans. She slaps my hand away, shaking her head.

“Who said you were in charge? Nah. Sit back and relax, let mamí do all the work.” I always thought it was sexy when she took control, which was quite often. Not complaining.

She has a devilish smirk on her face, slowly trailing her long nail down my neck and down my torso, her hand gripping me firmly. She smirks, kissing the tip, swirling her tongue on it.

She knows exactly what to do to drive me insane.

“Stop being a tease (Y/N), just fuck me.”

“Aw, you’re begging. You’re so cute.” She coos, smirking “But, if your that desperate to be inside me, I’ll grant your wish. Just this once. Only because I’m getting anxious myself.” She stands from her position, sliding down her jeans ever-so-slowly, along with her panties at an even slower pace.

“(Y/N)! Quit fucking around!”

“Okay!” She laughs, loving my irritation.

She slides down onto me, a light moan escaping as she does so. I rest my hands on her hips, moving her at a steady pace. She lets me take control for a few seconds, before placing her hands on my chest and picking up speed.

“Fuck G.” She whispers. Her voice quivered a little, and I know she’s close.

I sit up, kissing and breathing on her neck, her nails dragging forcefully against my back.

“Right there, shit. I’m gonna–” the last part was cut off by her nails digging into my back and she lets out a loud moan, almost a scream.

I came right after her, the two of us trying to catch our breath.

She gets up heading into the bathroom, and I follow her.

“Jack….your back.” She looks genuinely surprised.

“You did this, I know you know that.”

“Really?” She was pretty naïve when I first met her, and she still has those innocent moments.

“Yeah, take a picture.” She grabs my phone off the counter, snapping a quick photo.

I post the picture on instagram.

@jackgilinsky: One reason I love my girlfriend. I’m happy, and you can’t put her down either, just irritate her.


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I’M SO SORRY FOR THE LACK OF UPDATES, 8th grade is really time consuming in the first quarter. By the middle of October I should be alright.