Bitty cooks all the time to
procrastinate, so of course Jack has gotten used to the “Here, taste this”
and the proffered spoon of whatever Bitty had decided to whip up for the day.
Jack doesn’t even look up anymore when he’s helping Bitty chop up the vegetables,
or if he’s watching a documentary on his laptop in the kitchen so he can keep
Bitty company. He just opens his mouth as he continues to do whatever he’d been
doing, and gives comments like, “Mmm,” “Good. I like this,” “Is
there chicken in here,” and the “Hm. It’s okay,” which Bitty has learned
to interpret as a ‘No, don’t feed me this anymore.’
They start unconsciously doing it everywhere. At the Haus, when Bitty scoops up
the chicken salad he’d been mixing and shoves it towards Jack, who’s already
leaning in, Holster complains to Ransom, “Why don’t you feed me like that? It’s
like you don’t love me anymore, bro.” (Ransom responds, “Bro I used to and then you betrayed me and ate more than half of your share of the sundae.”) When Bob and Alicia visit Providence,
they witness Bitty in the process of feeding Jack a spoonful of something that looks like casserole, and Alicia didn’t even have time to comment, “Jack, I
thought you didn’t like casserole” when Jack says, “It’s good. Is there more?”
They go to a fair when they visit Georgia and Bitty doesn’t even think twice
before spooning the slush from his snow cone and offering it to Jack, who
nearly swallows the entire spoon because he hadn’t been paying attention.
Jack finally returns the favor at their wedding, when he offers Bitty his
forkful of cake and kisses the icing off the corner of Bitty’s face.
Hm… truscum and aphobic regs… I see no reason why anybody could possibly draw any connections at all between them.
After all, one hates “ridiculous microidentities”, the other hates “ridiculous microidentities”!
One hates “mogai tumblr”, the other hates “mogai tumblr”!
One defines a complex set of identities as a binary determined solely by a single metric, the other defines a complex set of identities as a binary determined solely by a single metric!
One calls a bunch of the identities they target just
“normal” and “people trying too hard to be special”, the other calls a bunch of the identities they target just “normal” and "people trying too hard to be special”!
One treats someones relationship with binary genders as the most important aspect of the relevant identity, the other treats someones relationship with binary genders as the most important aspect of the relevant identity!
Oh, not to mention that one of them characterizes the identities they target as “just privileged oppressors trying to invade our community because they think it’s cool now”, and the other instead characterizes the identities they target as “just privileged oppressors trying to invade our community because they think it’s cool now”!
Or that one of them stereotypes the identities they target as them being almost entirely composed of the most “privileged looking” to them, and the other
stereotypes the identities they target as them being almost entirely composed of the most “privileged looking” to them!
I mean, these are so very, very different.
Nobody could ever forsee that there would ever be any overlap here, right?
And no other regs have anything in common with, these, either! Especially not the second last one!
Seriously, though, if you want people to stop comparing your rhetoric to that of, say, truscum… maybe dont take the literal exact same structure and just point it at “orientation” instead of “gender”.
And constantly ignore non-binary/genderqueer people in your constructs for how things supposedly work (”non-sga = straight” much, as an example?)
– Being attracted to someone’s lips.
There were a few constants of the universe, Zhenya knew: the earth
goes around the run, always. Water was wet, always.
Sidney Crosby had kissable fucking lips, always.
That last one, though still a constant, never stopped being fucking devastating to Zhenya whenever the
realization hit him again. It was always at the worst times, too: when they
were on the ice after a goal, when Sid’s lips were parted and panting or curled
into a smile, or during an interview together when he was wearing a little
makeup and they looked glossy, and Zhenya would just be struck with the sudden need to kiss him- he never did, of
course, but it was a very powerful show of will that he managed it.
Today, he thought, had maybe been the most impressive exercise of his
will yet; if he didn’t know Sid better, he’d think the man had a personal
fucking vendetta against him today.
New writing style. From now on I will be writing in First point of view instead of third person unless I feel the need to write in third person. Hope this doesn’t change anything :). I will still continue “can you let your baby be my girl” in third person though but not new imagines like this one.
I have been standing in line to meet the cast of teen wolf for about thirty minutes. The line had been long, my best friend and I were finally two people away from coming face to face with an adorable sex god, of course the rest of the cast was there and I have been really excited to meet them especially tyler as well, but Dylan. Oh he was another story, I was basically how Stiles was with Lydia in season one.
I loved his acting, and when he’s not acting, his ability to be such a funny person without ever being rude. From what I’ve seen. Fame hasn’t changed how he portrays himself at all. I really wished I knew him personally, but the chances of that can make me laugh for hours.
The person in front of us has finally got to the front. Since I was closer now, I could hear his voice, and it was angelic. After two-three minutes, He hugged the girl in front of us as she was starting to move to the rest of the cast.
Everything started going in slow motion now or at least it felt like it. I couldn’t believe it, he was right in front of me. My best friend started approaching him as so did I only slower. She greeted him first as he smiled beautifully as he hugged her.
His eyes then narrowed to me and I felt a little anxious. His smile disappeared as his eyebrows raised a little. Instantly I felt subconscious. Did I have something on my face? Was my outfit not good? Did my hair look like a mess?
“Hey, come here!” His smile returned, as he was now greeting me with open arms. Suddenly everything I planned to say to him vanished.
I couldn’t remember what I wanted to say. Do you ever plan a conversation in your head in case a certain situation comes up, even though you know the conversation won’t turn out that way because people don’t follow your brain’s script?
Yeah well my brain’s script was corrupted right now. I quickly hugged him hopefully he liked the scent of my perfume. Yes I know, pathetic but I couldn’t help it.
“Well aren’t you a shy one?” I started pulling away, I could still feel the vibrations of his voice. Amazing.
“Shy?” y/bf/n chuckled.
“This little shorty is far from shy.” Oh please don’t do it y/bf/n. Please don’t bring up something embarrassing.
“She once told me that she wants to sit on your face.”
“No I didn’t.” I denied like a logical person would.
“Oh really Then who is this? ‘Oh my god I want to strangle him with my legs!!’” She moaned a little mocking me.
Dylan was watching this whole exchange and I was embarrassed by every second of it.
“I do not talk like that!”
I was cursing so much in my head right now. I could feel my cheeks heat up as I was face-palming myself. Dylan literally heard all of that come out of her mouth! I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I had to look at him again some time.
“Why.” I glared at her, as I face-palmed myself for the second time but this time for a shorter amount of seconds. I decided to glance at him now, he was laughing shyly looking down. I’m sure he didn’t hear that from fans often.
Of course in person I mean, online people even say they want him to stab their pussy along with calling him daddy or dad.
“That’s very, descriptive.” He replied.
Well this day turned out way different than I thought.
The day went well. I was getting ready for bed in my hotel room, brushing my teeth and face was the last task of the day.
As I finished, I laid on my bed. There was something I couldn’t get off my mind. It was that sweet fan and her best friend that confessed A LOT about her in a matter of seconds.
I remember her name very quickly. Y/N. She was so beautiful, I couldn’t help but stop my tracks when I first caught a look of her. Not to mention, she smelled heavenly. My thoughts soon started drifting to heroutfit though, and that skirt she wore.
The words,She wants to sit on your faceand strangle him with my legs kept echoing through my head when I thought about her outfit. I started to imagine myself underneath her, eating her out, and It made me hard.
Did I stop these thoughts of mine? no. Did I feel guilty about thinking about a fan like that? yes. It felt unprofessional of me.
But. I. Just. Couldn’t. Stop. So I just drifted to sleep as the imaginations became more vivid.
My dreams were very interesting that night.
Two years later, Y/N and I were now very close friends. It just happened, she started working on making films and tv shows, she was in charge of the editing and capturing the scenes together once they were filmed. This made it difficult to not bump into her.
She had worked with two movies I had done. Of course, when I saw her again last year she wasn’t the shy fan I had met.
She still was a fan last year but she had hid it well. Now, she sees me as an annoying dork who always texts and calls her about the most random things.
My phone kept ringing making me lose focus every minute Dylan called. What did that annoying bastard want now? I was getting sick of it, so I gave up.
“What.” You sighed picking up the phone.
“It’s about time women.” He did a funny accent.
“Dylan I’m working.” I laughed. I couldn’t stay annoyed with him for long.
“You’re still at work? It’s so late, I bet you’re just doing tomorrow’s work like you always do. I bet you’re even the last one there.”
I looked around, yep. No one else but me. How did he know this?
“Because I’m outside and no other car is parked here except yours.” I didn’t realize I had blurted out that question out loud until he responded to it.
“Let me in”. his laugh was heard from the other line as soon as he knew he was right.
I quickly walked out of the editing office, as I passed the current movie set. Unlocking the door, there he was in the flesh. Walking him to my dark office that only had a little lamp on, he set himself on the couch I sometimes slept on when I had to work a lot.
He was wearing light grey sweatpants and a black shirt. His hair was up in the usual way, and I could tell he recently shaved his facial hair. I see Dylan as a regular friend now but sometimes, I still want to jump on him like I wanted two years ago.
That feeling lasts one second before I stop myself though.
“Are you hungry?” He spoke interrupting my illegal thoughts, that’s when I noticed the plastic plate with a wrapped foil around them as he was also carrying one soda with a straw.
“Yes! I was craving tacos so much right now. Could you read thoughts?” I smirked, Dylan knew my appetite too well.
I grabbed the food and sat next to him on the couch. He watched as I ate the first out of three tacos I had. Good thing I didn’t notice until now because I hated when people stared at me while I ate.
I always felt like I looked like a dumbass eating. Once I noticed his stare I turned to him as I finished eating the first taco. It made me wonder what he was thinking.
“Oh my god did you eat already? Sorry, here.” I offered him a taco, his face only refused. “I ate a while ago, thank you. I’m not hungry,” I nodded and kept eating. I was kind of glad, I was really hungry.
“-for that at least.” The last few words of his sentence caused me to turn around again, he was staring down at my bare legs. Shit did I miss a spot when I shaved my legs?
After five minutes, I finished eating. He kept giving me those stares again though. Annoying because I was now aware. What was happening with him today? He was more serious than usual.
“Remember the first time I met you Y/N?” My eyes widened at the thought. The things that were said still haunt me.
“When your y/bf/n said that you wanted-” This is the first time he had brought this up.
“DON’T you dare say it Dylan.”
“You really had a thing for me back then didn’t you.” He cracked up.
“Well I don’t. That was before I knew how you really were.” I felt a blush creep on my face.
“You wanted to sit on my-” That was it, I was getting fezzed up. I decided I was going to cover his mouth to prevent him from saying what he was going to keep mocking me about.
He unexpectedly moved back as I had to hover over his stomach to shut him up. I didn’t noticed the distance between our faces because my main task was to stop him.
“Okay. I won’t say it.” My oblivious self believed it as I removed my hand and backed up a little.
“Sit on my face.” Dammit.
My eyes snapped back at him in annoyance, “You said you weren’t going to say it! Ugh!” Just as I was about to get off him he grabbed my wrist and pulled me as close as he could to him.
“No. Y/N. I mean, I want you to sit on my face.” His expression showed something I’ve never seen before. Lust. He didn’t seem to be joking. Where was he going at?
His hands started roaming my hips, he kept them there for a little. His lips suddenly attacked mine. I was struck.
Of course kissing back wasn’t a problem for me. His lips felt so good. It made me crave more. I wanted them everywhere. I wanted his lips to kiss all over my body.
His hands unzipped my skirt. “You were wearing this skirt when I met you. That’s why when I saw you today, it made me think of that day. Today I wanted nothing than to rip it off you.”
“That night I wanted so badly to pleasure you. To make you moan my name.”
He literally just said he was thinking about me sexually that night. Holy shit. What. the. Fuck. I turned him on. Damn.
He continued as my panties were taken off quickly.
“I want to taste you so bad.” His voice shivered through my ear.
He wasted no time as he pulled my legs closer and wrapped them around his face. It was as if I was wrapping paper and he was the birthday present.
The second his tongue touched me. I melted.
He was licking my clit so eagerly, it was as if it was his job. His hands tightened my legs and pushed them further into him. It was as if he didn’t want to miss a single place. “oH my god.”
“DON’T STOP.” His mouth kept going at it for many minutes, touching me more harsher the more I begged.
I didn’t know I needed this so bad until it happened.
He felt so good, I gabbed the back of his head and pushed him more into me. He soon hit the right spot. Causing me to let out more various moans and cursing.
I finally cummed as I felt him smirk under me. “Let’s go to my house.” He seductively said referring to what we just did. “I want you to ride me on my bed.”
I repositioned myself next to him, as I put my clothes back on.
He looked at me and shrugged, “Guess I was hungry.”
HAHAHAHA. AHAHAHA. So I’m going to go take a cold shower now guys. Goodbye. I’m going to hell along with all of you sinners.
Pairing: John Laurens x reader Word Count: 1,749ish T/W: Mentions of smut (fluffy smut?) A/N: Okay, last part of this series, thank you to @justfangirlingaround for the prompt♡ It has been really fun to write (I know it’s not that long, but it was fun!) Tags: @justfangirlingaround ✨
After you arrived back home, you couldn’t wait to tell everyone you knew that John proposed to you, and of course you never left out how and where he did either. Herc said it was ‘about time’ and Peggy whined ‘why does that never happen to me…’ Soon people began asking when the wedding was, the two of you planned it about 7 months out. The wedding was perfect, John had his best friends as his groomsmen and you had yours as your bridesmaids. The ceremony and vows were beautiful, you even swore you saw Mr. Washington cry, after all John was like a son to him.
“So where are you going for you honeymoon?” Martha asked you at the reception.
“We…I guess we hadn’t- well we’d love to go back to disney, but,” You said shyly. “I mean John and I don’t really have much-”
“That is precious! Oh, when can you leave?” Martha winked at you.
“We would have love to go tonight but-”
“George! George!” Martha called her husband over, “Can you get them a room in where was it, Grand Floridian? Tonight!”
“No, we couldn’t except that-”
“Young lady, we insist, John’s like a son to us. He tries so hard in everything he does, he deserves something special with his most special lady.” George chimed in, “Flight to Disney, in two hours, it’s on us.”
There was no arguing with George, so you graciously accepted their kind gift. You looked around to find John, who was busy talking to the boys, the conversation looked interesting so you decided to see what they were so rowdy about. As soon as you arrived the circle went quiet, and they all stared at the floor, partially smiling, but trying to hide it.
“Was I interrupting?” You asked worried.
“No, no…” Alex cleared his throat.
“Well, what were you talking about?” You looked at John who had a hand over his mouth, he smiled even more when you asked, “What?”
“We were talking about the honeymoon,” Alex finally told you, looking up and smirking.
“Really guys?” you placed your hands on your hips.
“Hey, it’s not that you don’t look good in that dress,” Alex gestured to you, “it’s just you probably look better out of it.”
You dropped your jaw a little, shocked that he would actually say that. Since you first met his friends you knew Alex had a bit of a crush on you. John laughed a little.
“John!” you lightly slapped him on the chest.
“What?” He slipped his arms between yours, which were still on your hips, he wrapped them around your waist, bringing you close to him, “I don’t need to worry, I know you’re mine, and they know you’re mine, and you’ll know you’re mine tonight.”
Before you could say how inappropriate his comment was, he kissed you. Dipping you down a little, forcing you to put your arms around his neck so you wouldn’t fall. When he brought you back up he leaned forward continuing the kiss as you tried to break it by pulling back.
“Yeah, yeah, rub it in…” Alex quickly downed his champaign.
You all had a laugh, and before too long the Washington’s pulled you aside and explained all the details. John couldn’t stop thanking them. The two of you rushed home changed and packed before once again heading to the airport. John was a little nervous about the plane flight, since it was at night, but you were there to comfort him. You landed and Joh was his normal self, the two of you hopped on the bus to Disney, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. Once you were in the hotel room, John reminded you it was your wedding night.
“Oh, I’m sorry you didn’t get to take the wedding dress off and all,” you played with your fingers, looking a little sad.
“Don’t worry about it baby,” John said in a husky voice, already pulling his shirt over his head as he walked over to you.
You bit your lip as you watched him walk over to you. He pressed a firm kiss against your lips. His hands slipped under your t-shirt, quickly unhooking your bra. Breaking the kiss only to pull your shirt off and slid your bra off. He tugged at your jeans, indicating he wanted them off. You undid them a shimmied out of them. After returning to him, you tugged at his belt loop, causing John to smile. After both of you were undressed to each other’s liking you fell onto the bed.
John was gentle, yet passionate. He wanted to make you feel heavenly and he didn’t disappoint. He worshipped your body with kisses, whispered sweet nothings the entire time and when he found your sweet spot he did everything he could to help you reach your peak. He felt your nails dig into his shoulder blades, you pulled him as close to you as possible. He further stimulated you by kissing you neck slowly as he held onto you. You shook, and he held you tightly as you tried to catch your breath. It really was heavenly. After both of you came undone to each other he wrapped his arms around you, kissing the back of your shoulder. You held his hands, which were crossed over your chest.
“I love you,” you curled into his embrace.
“I love you too, princess.” John kissed the top of your shoulder.
You woke up to the sensual sensation of John pressing gentle kisses along your bare back. His fingertips ghosted up and down your side. You giggled slightly when his lips made their way to you neck. He smiled into your skin hearing you laugh.
“Good morning, Mrs. Laurens,” he whispered kissing your neck with a little more passion.
“Good morning,” you roll over to face him, scrunching your nose a little, “Hi.”
“Hey,” John brought you into a kiss, placing a hand on your jawline, stroking his thumb across your cheek.
You lightly pushed him down onto his back. You ran a hand through his curls as he pulled you down with him. You placed yourself between his legs. lying on top of him. You let out a quiet, but noticeable moan when he ran his hands down your back. Your
“Mmm, what’s got you excited?” he teased.
You began to blush, placing a hand over your face and dropping your head to his shoulder. He let out an aww with a slight laugh as he rubbed your back, knowing how you still got embarrassed. You loved how the vibrations of his laugh from his chest felt against yours.
“We just got married John…I’m a little excited.” you whispered into his neck.
“Hey, that’s fine with me baby girl,” John quickly flipped the two of you and began kissing down your neck and across your collarbone.
After another beautiful passion of nothing less that satisfying you two decided to get up. You had a big day ahead of you and you didn’t want to miss anything. You made sure to wear the exact same blue dress you wore the day John proposed to you.
The two of you walked out of the room hand in hand as you pointed out places that you had missed last time. Though John pointed out one little shop and insisted that you stop by. It was off main street, and easy to miss, but you stopped in. You looked around and tried to remember what had happened last time you were in it. John took your hand smiling at your confused look.
“Remember these?” he stopped in front of a wall.
“Aww! Yes! I do!” you almost wanted to cry, he remembered this?
It was the spot where you had placed a little top hat with mouse ears on his head and he placed a little veiled pair on yours. You reached forward to the white bride pair, you fluffed the veil out a little as you looked down at them. John furrowed his eyebrows as he heard you sniffle a little.
“Baby?” He leaned down to try and see your face.
“It’s just…” You looked up trying to hold back tears, but as soon as you saw those gorgeous brown eyes you couldn’t hold it back, “you remembered.”
“Aww baby girl,” he smiled, pulling you into a hug until you gathered yourself, “we gotta get ‘em now, right?”
“Yeah right, like you’d wear it,” you teased wiping a tear away.
“Heck yeah I’ll wear it, I’d do anything for my wife.” he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
And just to prove it he wore them the whole day, with no shame. You even got a picture in front of the castle with them on, you quickly sent it to Martha, along with another thank you. She replied with a picture of her sitting next to George, who was asleep on the couch and said ‘Oh, how I miss young love.’ John and you couldn’t help but laugh a little. Moving on with your day you met a few characters, and actually got John to smile next to Winnie the Pooh, of course you had to play the you-said-you’d-do-anything-for-me-card. Eventually you told him he had convinced and you let him take the ears off for dinner, you put them in your backpack right next to your pair.
After a long day of recreating and making new memories you headed back to the hotel. Returning to your room, you set your backpack down and slipped off your shoes, falling back on the bed. John locked the hotel room door and walked over to where you were. He smiled looking at you sprawled out.
“I am so tired.” you put your hands on your forehead.
“You can’t be tired yet,” John crawled next to you on the bed, lying on his side.
“Why not?” You looked over at him.
He just gave you a devilish smirk before capturing your lips. The kiss was passionate, but not rough. Smiling into the kiss you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down against you. He put his forearms on either side of you and rested his hips between your legs. Feeling his hand slide up the outside of your thigh, you giggled a little as he began to kiss a little more wantingly.
“Are we really having this much sex in DisneyWorld?” you whispered.
“It wouldn’t be the most magical place if we didn’t.”
more bodyswap au! varethane requested a scenario where Genos gets sick (because he’s still stubbornly wearing sleeveless shirts despite now having a body that can get cold) and Saitama has to take care of him.
What I want more than anything is like a short story or extra chapter or something set a few years after the end of crooked kingdom where they have some kind of reunion thing where they just sail around the world together on Inej’s ship.
- They go see Jesper’s dad at the farm in Novyi Zem, Jesper takes Wylan to see his mothers grave and Jesper and Nina and Inej go visit the Grisha girl that his mum died saving, Nina wants her to join the second army in Ravka but Inej decides that the girl is badass enough to join her crew on her ship.
- They then go to Ravka to visit Kuwei and Zoya and Genya and ‘Sturmhond’. Kuwei obviously tries to get Jesper to stay and 'train’ with him but Wylan goes into protective boyfriend mode again. Jesper laughs. Wylan pushes him in the lake. Kaz rolls his eyes.
- They go see Inej’s family after that. Of course everyone in the show approves of Kaz for some weird unknown reason, most of all Inej’s parents. They all want Kaz to join the show as a magician. He refuses of course.
- They sail around after that for a while, helping Inej stop slave ships. They become a team again. Eventually though, they have to go back to all their lives. Kaz running the dregs in ketterdam. Wylan and Jesper running an empire in Kerch. Nina working at the little palace in Ravka. Inej being a badass pirate.
- They make one last stop though before everyone goes home.
- They go to Fjerda. Nina shows the rest of them where Matthias’s body is buried. Its on the coast, where Nina and Matthias first washed up after the storm, when Matthias was still a druskelle. Theres no fancy grave or anything just a small marker with his name on. They don’t hold a ceremony or say anything, they just stand there in silence before each laying a flower on the grave.
- After that it becomes a tradition. Every year Inej comes and gets them from their various places around the world and they always visit his grave.
- And every year before Inej drops Kaz and Jesper and Wylan of in Ketterdam, the five of them go out for waffles in the city.
Sorry this isn’t that long and a bit kinda messy. I haven’t written headcanons for these characters for a while but I finished crooked kingdom last night and this has been floating around in my head since I finished it!
(also, sorry if the last few points made you cry, I cried whilst writing them!)
And as always, feel free to add to this headcanon if you want!
And might I add that this picture alone looks scarcely like…
Chapter 153 has explained/shown some very interesting things today.
1. Gowther is possibly a demon, or at least a magical doll with a demons soul inside. From what Fraudrin was saying is that he went missing even before the war started. As to why? I don’t know. But that means he wasn’t involved in the war. My guess is in order to live longer he need a vessel to hold his soul.
2. Demons only seem to have a lifespan of a 1000 years, and the war was over 3000 years ago. Which makes Gowther REALLY old. Maybe his real self visited a very powerful magician to create him a suitable body that wouldn’t age, rot or die so easily. Again all of this is just theory.
3. Many people (probably mostly Merlin) have most likely gone through multiple magical tools to keep him from going out of control, or remembering who he once was.
4. Somewhere along the timeline (around the time he was about to join the Sins) I believe his true self awakened, but not fully. Before the war he was known as Gowther The Selfless. (a being who concerns themselves more with the needs and wishes of other than his own. If anyone care to know what that meant) During the period where he was doing GOD-KNOWS-WHAT he was simply Gowther. (again maybe, could have ran under many different names) But just before meeting the gang he did something bad, or at least was accused of doing so, which gave him the new title of Sin of Lust. My though is he started remembering who he was and was just doing whatever the fuck he wanted to around the humans. Eventually he got to curious over something and it escalated into a disaster.
5. The other things I’ve notice in this chapter is how adorable both Elaine and Arthur look in waiter/waitress uniforms. <3
AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STATED ON BAN!!! (Plus mister kitty is still keeping Arthur’s head warm. I wonder if he has a difficult time changing???)
Anyways, I have many theories running through my brain right now, but I couldn’t possibly fit it all on one post SO I will leave you all with one last though…
Someone REALLY needs to stop Gowther from watching those Disco movies cuz it’s just way to much for me to handle.
(The picture above might be to small to read the changes I’ve made. If you hit reblog you can read it properly)