this is really messy holy shit

i love girls

ok dude girls are so cute okay like let me tell you:

you dont even gotta be the typical good looking skinny girl with a small face and abs okay

girls are so cool they have this aura of confidence, even if theyre super insecure. IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN BUT ITS GREAT YES GIRL WORK IT

like you can TELL that each and every one of them are special and wow im just so excited to tell you how much i love them ?????

1. theyre so gentle and even if theyre more masculine theyre still soft and good like yes YOURE A GIRL and IM A GIRL THANK U FOR UNDERSTANDING!!!

2. wlw especially: theyre really legit with u???? like straight up (more lyk gay up u feel) tell me whats up girl whatchu feelin whatchu need

3. hair- long hair or short hair????? ALL R NICE seriously okay i dont care if ur hair’s messy or neat or if ur bald whatever it’s cute nice

4. girls rock the wearing clothes thing (and the not wearing clothes thing but im not gonna talk about that) !!!! every girl has a different style and holy shit it’s so nice to see a girl wear something they like because THEY ARE RADIATING i love it

5. girls are so smart like no matter how dumb they think they are or how “bad” their grades are they probably like something and know a lot about it and it’s always so enchanting to listen to a girl talk about,,,, anything

i have many many more things but pls add !!!!!

✧・゚:* Wave^10 *:・゚✧

It’s All Fun & Games (pt. 1)

( ‘till somebody loses their mind )

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Drabbles

Summary: In which you and Jungkook attempt to fake a relationship for revenge and end up with a lot more than either of you expected.
Genre: Angst/Fluff, Fake Dating!AU
Word Count: 4,072
Author’s Note: 12 fucking pages of notes and outlines and ideas have led to this. Please enjoy. Title taken from Taylor Swift’s Wonderland. I’ll try to upload part 2 within the next few days depending on the response.


To say you are completely floored would be an understatement as you unconsciously curl your fingers tighter around the phone pressed against your ear, confusion and questions settling itself across your features as you try to put a rational thought into this situation only to come up completely short because—!

“What do you mean you’re going to be late?” You demand, trying to keep the nervous touch out your tone, but it’s hard to sound casual when your heart starts to pound a little quicker at the thought of plans not going the way you had once envisioned it to go. “You realize the only reason I’m here is because you insisted that I had to come with you!”

“I’m really sorry (Y/N)-ah!” Hoseok says from the other side of the line, at least trying to make an effort to sound apologetic. “Class ran really really late, and there’s traffic. There must have been an accident or something.”

“I knew we should have just gone together,” You huff out, high heels tapping loudly against the sidewalk pavement as you continue making your way to the restaurant. As much as you would rather simply wait around for Hoseok to arrive to the scene, the idea of just sitting in your car makes you feel slightly congested. While you would be slightly uncomfortable in the restaurant given the company you are about to surround yourself with, it’s better than sitting in the dark.

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.: how to catch a nerd 1 :.

time to make you thirst for hot nerd! peter 👅 I told nat the only fictional part of homecoming is how no one has a crush on Peter.

can you believe all peter has to do in his movie is mess up that dorky haircut of his and he’d be the hot nerd?

[how to catch a nerd tags] n/a

**dont plagiarize/repost this story**

warnings: a few cuss words


Your best friend Sera, was very excited about you transferring to Midtown High. Your parents had recently moved to a nice, suburban neighborhood, which now put you closer to Midtown’s district.

To make a long story short, you and Sera were good friends during your elementary and middle school years, but split apart during the start of high school. You went to Hagstrom Academy while she went to Midtown School of Science and Technology. It wasn’t until the start of your sophomore year that you realized that you were going to transfer to Sera’s school after your move, and she was ecstatic to say the least.

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Reigen Headcanons

lmao this is long overdue, but tbh i was stuck on him for a bit. (which is why i saved him and mob for last)

// Teru // Shou // Ritsu // Reigen // Mob // Serizawa //

  • Probably has like. barely any Casual Clothes. at least 70% of his wardrobe is suits and ties and slacks because he always is Dressed to Impress
    • but. that 30% is like old worn out shirts of bands that no one remembers and weird pajama pants with tacky designs on them
    • 70% classy 30% tacky
  • sometimes passes out on his desk at the office. not all the time, but often enough that he has a constant kink in his neck
    • gets woken up at 3am by Shou breaking a potted plant while crawling through the window
  • “ooh, god. My neck is absolutely killing me. I don’t even know what I did.” “Maybe its because you’re like fifty, old man.” “wh-aa I uhm– why you even here, Ritsu.” “….. I’m here for Shou…” “oooh I see. So that’s it, huh? Well–” “Oh my god, stop looking at me like that.”
  • has chronic back pain
    • the whole reason he actually learned how to give some killer massages was to try and work the pain out of his own back instead of ‘exorcising’ curses n whatnot, but hey, two birds one stone
  • has a mini fridge in his office
    • before he met mob it used to be full of mostly cheap beer that he could barely stomach. Now there’s always milk, coffee creamer, and whatever is left over from their lunches together
  • has to put a baby lock on said mini fridge
    • teru doesnt know how to unlock them
  • Reigen externally: “oh haha, that, uuh, that was a close one, eh Mob? That damn spirit almost h-had us, huh? good thing I was here.”
    Reigen internally: “holy fucking shit holy crap oh my god oh fu”
  • constantly on the verge of a mental breakdown
    • the only reason he isn’t freaking out 24/7 is because he is really good at just…. shoving all that deep, deep down. He has a killer calm and collected facade
      • the only time his fears, doubts and worries are shown is when he is drunk off his ass (and oh boy does he have a lot of those)
  • the words ‘daycare center’ were once written on the Spirits and Such sign for almost a month is scrawled, messy sharpie
    • Reigen actually did notice it, but Shou would start snickering and giggling whenever he walked past it without saying a thing, so he kept it up to humour him
  • Only remembers Shou and Teru’s name when it’s convenient to him
    • “Eh Mob, where’d that fire headed kid go? I think he took off with my coffee flavouring.” “…. do you mean Shou?” “yeah, that kid.”
    • Hey! Haystack! Get away from the fridge! Didn’t you read the damn sign?” “Sorry boss I don’t know how to read suddenly.”
  • Just as Mob starts telling Teru about how awesome and powerful of a psychic he is, Reigen trips over his own feet in the background and takes a bookshelf down with him
  • screws himself over quite a bit
    • drinks coffee at 9 at night
    • doesn’t readjust that rug near the front of his office, no matter how many times he trips over it
    • repeatedly locks himself out of his office, has to wait for Mob to drag Ritsu by so he can pick the lock
      • doesnt dare question why the fuck ritsu knows how to pick locks
  • will sometimes stay up late at night, staring up at his ceiling with dead eyes because he realized that he has four kids latching onto him
    • like, wtf??? He’s not Adulty enough to take care of this many kids?? why do they keep coming back?? is he supposed to be some sort of Role Model now? thats too much fucking responsibility he cant do that
  • has trouble coming to terms with change, time going past, that sort of thing
    • sometimes he remembers how young Mob was when he first met him, how much time has gone by since then, and his mood plummets instantly
  • he is completely aware of why Teru has been showing up at his office so often, why he sometimes even trails behind Mob like a shadow during some exorcism gigs, and he finds it hilarious
  • Is very, very Asexual

anonymous requested: hii~ madelyn💕I think you can guess who I am haha! I was wondering if I could request a fluffy scenario where the reader is really shy and get’s scared easily so when she gets scared by something she runs to Jungkook’s arms and tries to hide her self in his chest and she’s all scared and he’s all protective of her? lol I hope this isn’t too much work for you!😅

Okay let me just start off by apologizing for taking foreverrrr to write this. I honestly have no other excuse than just being super unmotivated to write lately! I’m so sorry! Even so, I hope you enjoy this! This is my Valentine’s Day gift to all of you (:



Originally posted by staymyfreak

Scared, are you?

Friday night, 10:45 pm

“AAAAHHH!!!!!” you screamed as you quickly shut the TV off, threw the remote across the room, and clutched your rapidly beating heart. Short and detached breaths left your mouth, which was wide open from the jump scare you had just watched in Train to Busan. After you calmed down a bit and your breathing and heart rates returned to their normal paces, you slowly walked from the couch to the kitchen and grabbed a large knife, accidentally leaving your phone on the couch. You sighed when you remembered this fact, and you picked up your house phone to call the one number you knew by heart: Jeon Jungkook’s. And boy was he in for it.

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anonymous asked:

So idk if someone's said something similar but it's canon in my head that Peter hates shaving and he lets his stubble grow as much as he can because it makes him feel better and less dysphoric

peter doesn’t even notice when he first begins growing facial hair. ned points it out to him one day when the sunlight hits his face just right, and suddenly it’s blatantly obvious that there’s hair on his face that wasn’t there before the testosterone.

and peter is overjoyed, and impatient, he wants his facial hair to grow NOW but it takes forever. he finds himself checking his face once a week (okay maybe once a day, once an hour) just waiting for it to become more noticeable. and sometimes when he’s having a bad days, when he’s feeling really dysphoric, he will just run his hands over his face so he can remember where he’s at and who he is. that there is masculinity to him. and he knows that masculinity has nohing to do with facial hair or any of that stereotypical masculine stuff, but it helps him on the bad days.

after about a year on testosterone he’s grown a decent amount of facial hair, but it’s still very patchy and likely will be patchy for another year. maybe two years at this rate. and it’s getting kinda itchy, it feels like there’s dirt on his face all the time, and it catches on his mask a lot. and one night after a long day of spider-manning he crawls into his bedroom, rips off his mask, and groans when it pulls at his beard. and without thinking he goes to his bathroom and begins to shave his face, then he goes to bed and immediately passes out.

when he wakes up he looks like a baby, because holy SHIT he didn’t realize just how much facial hair he had grown. sure it had been messy but it was there. but now it isn’t and he looks so little again, but oddly he still looks different than he did before he started testosterone. his face is sharper and harder, more defined and more… him.

he rubs his face. it’s really smooth now, he isn’t used to that anymore. his fingers brush against fresh stubble.

The Meme and His Tutor

Part 2: The First Skype Call

Recommended Song: Fun Boys by BTS

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Let the awkwardness begin!

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2358

Length: 2/?

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Real-Time Thoughts For South Park S21E02 - Put It Down


• Craig calling Tweek cute nicknames. OMFG. THEY’RE SO GAY. ❤

• The bathroom scene with the boys laughing! So good!

• “I’m glad you guys think suicide is so funny!” “-laughter-”

• Tweek’s cupcakes and aftermath! He’s so cute and messy!


• Tweek’s anxiety… Ahh I must protect him!

• Why is Eric’s song so catchy? He looks good in that outfit as well.

• “You really think Tweek is scared? Tweek will single handedly go to North Korea and fuck ALL you slanty eyed bitches doggy style.”

• “Fidget spinner, Tweek! Come on, son! Focus on the fidget spinner.”

• The car accident scene! There’s so much attentive detail in this season so far! But I feel bad for that kid.

• “Put down the candle Kinny! Like you ever gave a shit about Gary Borkovic.”

• TWEEK, WHAT THE FUCK?! Going into Craig’s room in the middle of the night?!

• Craig is such a good boyfriend!

• AHHH ERIC IS SO RUDE! I feel so horrible for Heidi.


• AHHH I feel so bad for Tweek and Craig… It’s basically emotion vs. logic. Please let them work this out!

• YES HEIDI! YOU GO! Ahhh and Craig’s reaction to her words!



• Tweek and Craig duo???


• Lmfao, Kenny in the Fatalities page.

• Best ending scene! Tweek and Craig worked through it. I love them so much.

high school au where jimin’s upset that his college boyfriend yoongi won’t be able to make it to his last prom but even though he’s all sulky about it, yoongi convinces him to go with tae and kook. so on prom night when jimin’s in the middle of getting ready he hears a knock on the door, and thinking it’s tae and kookie he goes to let them in, hair messy, shirt untucked, tie in his mouth because he just can’t get the hang of it; only to find yoongi standing there wearing a tux and with his hair styled up (which jimin has never seen before Holy Shit), holding a small bouquet of flowers just for him. “come on jiminnie, did you really think i was going to miss your prom?”

wouldn’t you get a yeast infection from the sugar… ..
keep smarties far from your hooha folks
also i did everyone for this because it was really fun to do!! it’s kind of short just because it’s hard when i think a lot of people would react the same.

// nsfw



- it brings back his flashbacks of when he was drunk and wore a candy g string to a party once
he would too don’t you lie to yourself

- He does spit everywhere and it’s sort of awkward to eat all of the candy since it’s hard candy?? and he doesn’t want to.. well; you know, bite you. But boy does he try. Yeah it’s messy and sticky but still really nice. He’ll still always like playing around with whipped cream over this, but hey he’s down to do this again.


- Papa Jumin can roll with anything so he’s not phased

- Sure it’s surprising.. But he finds it enjoyable. Even amusing, how cute of you to think of something so silly. But holy shit with him it’s literal heaven? He’s the king of slow foreplay so hardcandy in his way makes it even more slower. But in the best possible way.

- The only one that doesn’t really drool a lot. Must be magic.

- But no; never again will you get that because Elizabeth the 3rd found she likes your new toys too. He found her eating a pair of pasties and that was the last of the ordeal. Curse you Elizabeth the 3rd.



- Candy + MC = Heaven !!
sure it’s super surprising at first, but then when he tastes you PLUS the candy it’s absolutely amazing.
comes to prefer it, if you do. actually might want some of his own.. lolol

- It’s something he likes, so he’d be down to do it again. Just no licorice, he hates that stuff.



- momma jaehee is saving you here please listen to her

- Hey but nipple pasties? she’s down. It’s hard candy so again, takes a pretty long time to melt but she doesn’t really mind. It’s not something she’d like to be frequent but it was pretty cute this one time– She’ll let it slide.

- Won’t wear any herself even if you try to get her to. No way. She’s not trying to cosplay candy-land the game over here.


- No no. Try honey buddha lingerie. Much better.

- Seriously though; He’d love it. It would be silly as always with Seven, he’d want to pretend he’s a monster coming to eat up the pretty little damsel in distress. And he ends up doing so.. just in a different way lolol

- Yes, he’ll snack on them later. Or wear it himself– He really likes this. Look at the monster you’ve created


- For your sake, he’ll go with it. But he thinks it’s difficult, he’s drooling everywhere and it’s not exactly the most pleasant. Since the candy is super sticky when wet.

- Is this what the kinky folks do? is this what it’s like?

- He cant really be serious about it. I mean, he just cracks some jokes. He tries his best but it’s pretty hard. All in good fun though, he’s a sweetheart.

- Probably got those little candy bracelets from sunday school– and they taste exactly the same. he doesn’t need church flashbacks in the bedroom right now, save him.


- Confused and scared because he’s so used to lace or something like that but there’s.. candy? instead?

- He’d try but he’s usually fast so he’d end up ripping it off and getting to the point pretty quickly.

- But he might snack on them later, much to your horror lolol


It’s in the eyes! I can tell you will always be danger.

Buy Me Love

“Love you, babe.” He says, kissing my forehead before leaving the house we’d bought together about two years ago. The first night he wanted to bang me in every room of the house but got tired after the first. And that’s when the thoughts started.

He hasn’t notice I’ve stopped saying “I love you” back. I just nod and smile. I didn’t work, he insisted I didn’t. I had my hands wrapped around a mug of coffee. The mug had a photo of us kissing on it. I suddenly felt pure rage run through my body as I stared at the mug. I threw it across the room at the wall. It shattered nd lay in three pieces with some small fragments. 

I pick up the large pieces, cutting myself on the half that had me. Tears welled in my eyes, not from the pain but from the apathy I’ve felt. I throw the pieces in the trash and use a wet towel to get the smaller pieces. I throw that away and go to the closet. I put on an expensive blouse and yoga pants, tying my hair in a bun and leaving. 

I put a luxury designer coat and heels. I grab the keys and get in the Lexus. I pull out and start to drive away from our gated col-d-sack and head into the city, specifically the bad part of town. I drive around until I see it. 

An attractive man leans against a wall, smoking a cigarette. I park the car, making sure to lock it. I walk over to the man, taking in his beauty. He looks about two years older than me. He has curly brown hair and emerald green eyes. 

“Can I help you, Gucci?” He asks. 

“How much?” I ask. He chuckles and takes a deep puff of his cigarette. 

“How much you got?” He asks, his smoke blowing out slowly. 

“I can give you a thousand.” I say, opening my pocket book. He takes another puff of his cigarette. 

“Why are you here, sugar?” He asks, blowing the smoke in my face.

“My husband can’t please me.” I say.

“You’re married?” He sounds surprised. “How old are you, sugar?”

“Twenty three.” I say.

“Fuck, you’re younger than me. Lemme guess, high school sweethearts?”

“No, he was older than me, four years older. We met at a party. He inherited his dad’s business or whatever. He proposed on Valentines day and married me in the Autumn of that year.”

“Shit, sugar. But that doesn’t explain why you’re here.” He says, taking another drag from his cigarette.

“The best time we had sex was when I first met him. I thought he was hot as fuck cause he was older and had money. After that, he asked me to be his girlfriend and I agreed cause I thought he’d be good for me long term. A year later he proposed. I haven’t came since the night we met.”

“Shit, how long ago was that?”

“Four, five, maybe six years?” I say. “He refuses to let me work and insists I take yoga classes every day.”

“How many times a week do you do it?” He asks.

“Once, he wants me to get pregnant but I keep telling him I’m not ready.” I say, scratching my wrist. “I’ll pay you a thousand a week if you can fuck me.” 

He drops his cigarette and steps it out. His eyes rake up my body. He examines me.

“Okay, on one condition.” He says.

“What?” I ask, impatient. 

“We will never tell our names.” He says.

“That’s a stupid condition.”

“If your husband finds out, I don’t want to know your name. So he can’t pinpoint me.” He explains. I nod and he takes my hand, leading me to my car. “Now I’m gonna take yer back to my place.”

I hand him my keys and get in the car. He takes a seat and groans as he sits down. He puts the key in the engine and we drive off. 

“This car is amazing.” He says, I notice he doesn’t have a seat belt on, I reach over to buckle him in. “The fuck are you doing, Sugar?”

“I-I sorry. I don’t want you to die if we get in an accident.” I say, sheepishly. I rub my wrist and avoid eye contact. 

“He has neutered you.” He says, staring off. “Pet, you’re going to have the best sex you’ve ever had. How many people have you had sex with, Sugar?”

“T-two?” I suggest, not really knowing the amount. Just knowing it was under four. 

“Why just two?” He asks, eyes narrowed.

“When I was sixteen, I had sex with a boy cause his dad was a car dealer and he could give me an old model of a car for being his girlfriend.” I say. “I told Evan about that one night after a bottle of red wine and he called me a prostitute.”

“Honey, you are as far from a prostitute as you can get.” He says, turning a corner. I noticed the tattoos on his hands and neck, and the little scar above his eyebrow and under his plump pink lips. He had deep bags under his eyes.

“What can I call you?” I ask him.


“I-I mean, I need to know what to moan when I… Um… Cum…” I say, now embarrassed. I scratch my wrist and look out the window. 

“Call me H. Okay?”

“Okay… H..” 

A small smirk grows on his face. We pull up to an apartment complex. I bite my lip, this was really happening. I lock the car and follow him up the five flights of his stairs to his apartment, if you could call it that. The lock on the door was broken and I could walk right in. The apartment smelled of weed and mildew. 

There was trash strung out all around the room, some of the windows were boarded up. I noticed  hunched over figure on a bean bag by an boarded window. H frowned at the person and walked over to them, kicking the bean bag. 

“Get up, charlie. You haven’t paid your share of the rent in months.” A hairy fat man with smudged, tacky makeup stares up at H.

“H, you know I don’t have the money.”

“Oh, but you have plenty of money to go shoot up! Pay your share and get the fuck out.” H turns around, after placing a swift kick to ‘Charlie’’s gut. 

“H!” A girl squeals, rushing over to H and wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his torso. She places a kiss on his neck and lips.

“Who’s this?” Another a girl asks, she’s completely naked. Her body is uncomfortably skinny and her eyes were hollow and sunken in. She walked up to H and placed a kiss on his cheek. The other girl, who was wearing a pair of pink panties and a white bra, was still straddled around his waist kissing his neck and face.

“This is Sugar. She hasn’t had an orgasm in about five years.” H says, putting the girl down. Se was really tiny, her corn blonde hair in two pig tails. She had a bit of weight on her but it worked in her favor. 

“FIVE YEARS! Holy shit, H. This should just be a charity case at this point.” Pig tails says. She turns to me and extends her hand to shake, I reluctantly take it. “I’m Pink, it’s nice to meet you, Sugar.” 

“Nice to meet you too.” I say.

“Alright, let’s get this on with.” Skinny says, glaring at me. She kisses H before shoving him towards a door. I follow him in. A bedroom: boarded windows, messy bed, and a cracks in the walls.

“How are we-” I start, H slams his lips into mine. My eyes widen and I sink into the kiss. I start to pull down the zipper on his grey hoodie. He smirks into the kiss, backing me into a wall. He pauses the kiss to throw his hoodie off, my eyes widen at the sight of his tattoos. They’re beautiful, I let my fingers ghost over them as we continue the kiss. 

He undoes the buttons on my coat, letting it fall to the floor. H moves his lips to my neck and collar. I warn him not to leave hickeys. I push him off for a second, throwing my shirt down with my coat. H’s eyes widen, his hands instinctively going to unhook my bra.

I groan as it drops to the floor, H’s hands imminently going to my breasts and squeezing. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. His hands leave my breasts and move to my ass. He squeezes and pulls me up to him. 

“You’re so beautiful, Sugar.” He whispers, his mouth ghosting over my ear. I rub myself against his jeans, which were incredibly tight. “I don’t know how your husband couldn’t touch you every second he could.”

“H, thank you.” I groan in his ear.

“Sugar, I’ve barely touched you and you’re already pudy in my hands.” He laughs breathlessly, his hand slipping into my yoga pants and cupping my heat.  I let out a breathy moan and kiss his neck. He pulls my yoga pants down my legs, along with my panties. 

“Lace? What a pleasant surprise. I would have thought he’d put you in old lady silk panties.”

“Fuck no. I put on something I thought would make you hard.” I whisper, breathlessly. I would never something like this: standing naked in a stranger’s apartment cheating on my husband while he’s at work. But I am. “Am I, H?”

“Yeah, Sugar.” He whispers back, looking up at me. He grips my legs and lifts me up. I laugh and he places me on the bed, spreading my legs. I see his face for a brief second before his head disappears and pleasure rocks my body. 

“Fuck, H! Shit!” I scream, accidentally bucking my hips into his face. He places his hand on my hips to keep them down.

“Easy there, tiger.” The vibrations of his words on my clit run through my body. “I take it Evan has never eaten you out.”

“No… No no no.” I groan in pleasure. “Please more, H.” 

“It’s a shame he never did.” Harry presses his tongue flat against me. “You taste so damn good.” 

“H! Please, fuck!” I squeal, grinding myself into his face. I feel myself come undone. I swivel my hips into his face as a wave of pleasure washes over me. 

The rest is a blur of pure pleasure, I’m trapped in a smokey haze of sex and pleasure. All I know is that I know this pleasure that I haven’t felt in years. This passion. 

“Fuck, that was really good.” H says, rolling over next to me. “I wasn’t expecting you to be that good like shit.”

We sit in silence for a few seconds. I roll over in the bed, looking at H. He was truly beautiful. His brown curls were laying around his face, his emerald eyes had a dazed look in them. 

“Can I bum a smoke, H?” I ask, breaking the silence.

“Go ahead, check my pants.” He says, pointing to his trousers that were discarded by the door. I pull the thin sheet wrapped around myself and H’s lower half to get up. As I get off the bed, H tugs the sheet off and stares at my naked form. I blush and attempt to cover up. 

“Don’t like what just happened didn’t happen. Your body is great, shame he makes you dress like you’re forty.” H says. I giggle and strut over to the pants. I fish out the box of cigarettes. H grabs a lighter next to the bed stand. 

I pick out a cigarette and put it in my mouth, tossing the pack to H.  He smirked and put a cigarette in his mouth before lighting it. I walked over and sat on the bed, he lit the cigarette in my mouth. I took a drag and blew out some smoke. 

“I used to smoke before I married Evan. He said it was a filthy habit. I haven’t smoked in years.” I chuckle. H laughs. “Can I ask who those other people in this condo are?”

“Other prostitutes. Charlie is a drag queen, he runs the gay district. The chubby girl, Pinkie, she works the fitness area. They like to fuck fat girls there.”

“And the skinny one?” I ask. H just shakes his head, taking a drag of his cigarette. He blows it out slowly, we sit in silence. 

“I want to try something.” H says. I nod, H takes a deep puff of his cigarette before kissing me. I kiss him back, opening my mouth to deepen the kiss. He gladly opens his. I start to feel light headed, so I pull back. Smoke leaves both mine and H’s mouths. “Cool.” 

anonymous asked:

I hope Matt (stays) is still like a super huge dork, even tho that single screenshot we've seen, he's all badass and ready to fight and looks like he's learned to fight and defend himself. I hope we get him back, keep him, and he's a complete nerd loser.

hell yeah my dude its canon that he loves space and i mean he went to a Space School and hes related to pidge so hes GOTTA be a huge nerd

I kind of went into a huge messy headcanon post by accident when answering this because i got excited so…….if u want….here r my matt/shatt hcs:

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