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The Girl from Around the Block-Lip Gallagher Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: some sensuality and language (Shameless imagine, don’t be surprised)

Originally posted by adventuresofjulia

  Lip didn’t have many strictly platonic friendships with other girls. In fact, he never considered he was capable of having a relationship with a female that didn’t involve them screwing into oblivion. But Y/N Y/L/N was different. For one thing, they’ve known each other since they were two years old, when Fiona and Hailey, Y/N’s older sister, arranged a play date for the two of them. They bonded over a love of Legos and had been friends ever since. He helped her with homework and she helped him get out of trouble when trying to persuade him from getting into it failed. He taught her how to smoke and she taught him how to play the piano. They were perfect for each other but neither of them would admit it.

  “Come on, Lip, you’re telling me that you’ve never thought of asking Y/N out?” Ian asked.

  They were smoking on their porch in the hot Chicago summer. Ian had the day off from work and Lip was still thinking up his latest scheme to make money fast.

   “Y/N’s like a sister to me, you know. You don’t f—k your sister,” Lip said. “We aren’t royalty or anything.”

   Ian laughed. “Well, I’m pretty sure Y/N’s thought of f—cking you, you can see it in her eyes.”

   “Shut up.” Lip smacked Ian in the chest, making the ginger laugh.

   “Oh, that hurt so bad. Can’t you hit harder, pussy?”

   And that led to them wrestling jokingly, making Debbie roll her eyes inside and Carl begin cheering them on. Once they stopped (ie: when Ian pinned Lip down in their front yard), Lip sighed.

   “For the record, I let you win.”

   “Yeah, whatever.” Ian’s smile disappeared and he looked serious. “So, you’d really never consider getting with Y/N?”

   Lip rolled his eyes and shoved Ian off of him. “If you’re so into her, why don’t you date her?”
  “Because I’m gay.”

   “Oh yeah, use that excuse.” Lip took another long drag of his cigarette as he stood. “Look, Y/N’s a cool girl and stuff but I can’t see us being serious. I mean, we used to take baths together and I had the pleasure of being the only person with her when she first got her period. There’s too much history.”

   As the words left his mouth, Lip knew he was lying to himself. He knew that he was madly in love with his best friend who somehow managed to be sweet but scrappy when it came to defending herself or any of the Gallaghers. Plus, there was the way she threw her head back when she laughed really hard, making her gorgeous y/h/c locks flow around her. Then, there was the way she’d scrunch up her nose whenever she was confused about a homework question. Plus, she was the one who first confronted him about Karen, telling him that he shouldn’t take her kind of bullsh-t anymore. Also, her y/e/c eyes would light up whenever she was staring out at Lake Michigan and she would jump whenever someone/something freaked her out.

   Ian glanced behind Lip. “Too much history, huh?”

   “Yep.”

   “Then you wouldn’t be too upset at the view behind you right now.”

   Lip turned around and what he saw nearly made him drop his cigarette. Across the street, standing on the corner, was none other than Y/N smiling widely as she kissed Will Brooks. 

    “What’s she doing with him?” Lip asked.

    “Well, Lip, it appears as though they’re making out. It probably has to do with the fact that she’s had a crush on him since second semester,” Ian said.

   “How the f–k do you know all that?”

   “Because I’m the gay friend she tells all this to,” Ian said. “And I can’t blame her. Will is the star of the basketball team, has muscles for days, and is the literal definition of tall, dark, and handsome.”

   “He’s an idiot. He thought that a square should count as a rhombus in geometry,” Lip muttered.

   “Someone sounds jealous,” Ian sang.

   “Shut up,” he hissed.

   But the green monster was making his blood boil as he watched Y/N laugh at something Will said before hitting his arm playfully. Her smile was beautiful and genuine, if only she was smiling that way for Lip. She kissed Will one last time before circling around him and heading down the street. However, Will didn’t let her get by before swatting her butt and making her jump. Lip could’ve strangled him right then and there.

   “Lip, Ian, you are not going to believe what just happened!” Y/N said when she got up to them.

   “You got syphilis from that idiot?” Lip asked.

   Y/N frowned. “No, but Will did just take me out.”

   “Where?” Ian smiled widely and crossed his arms just to spite Lip.

   “He took me to lunch and then we walked along Navy Pier, just talking. Your advice worked, Ian!” Y/N squealed as she hugged him.

    “Wait, you gave her advice on this?” Lip asked.

    “It’s what the gay best friend does,” Ian said.

    Y/N turned to Lip and frowned. “Why are you getting so upset about this?”

    “Because you didn’t tell me about it.”

    “I didn’t think you’d care if I went out with Will. It’s nothing serious.”

    “But it might be. The Bulls are looking at Will to draft him. I hear he’s going to be Chicago’s Kobe Bryant.”

    “This is the Bulls were talking about, Ian,” Lip said. “Besides, Will get a new girl every week, you should probably just forget about him.”

   “For your information, Mr. Negative, we’re actually going out again tomorrow night. He got us Bulls tickets!”
   “Nosebleeds?” Lip asked.

   “Nope, near the floor, center court!” Y/N grinned. “I can’t believe this is happening. I never thought that Will would ever notice me.”

    “How could he not? You’re gorgeous,” Ian said.

    “Just be careful, okay. I don’t like the guy.”

    “You don’t like many guys, Lip. Besides, you should be happy for me. Who knows? Maybe one day I’ll get you court-side seats to see the Bulls.”

   “No thanks, I’m good.” Lip threw his cigarette down and snuffed it out with his boot. “I’m gonna go take care of some business.”

    “What business?” Y/N asked as she began following him down the sidewalk.

    “My usual business with Kev,” Lip said.

    Y/N’s eyes widened. “Lip, you can’t do that. You’re already high up on the cop’s radar, right behind Carl.”

   “I’ve been doing this since we were fourteen, Y/N, I know what I’m doing.”

    “But you getting arrested could f—k up your chances with MIT or U of Chicago or any other fancy school,” Y/N argued.

   “Hey, why don’t you worry about what dress you’re gonna wear to see Will again and I’ll worry about my future, alright?” Lip snapped.

   Y/N flinched at his words. They had had arguments before, but he never got this mean with her. “What’s your problem, Lip? Are you on the rag?”

   “No, just leave me alone.”

   “Fine, come around the block when you decide to stop being such a jackass,” Y/N said.

   Though her words were sharp, she sounded hurt and it hurt Lip that he had hurt his best friend. As much as he wanted to admit why he was really angry with Y/N, he was too prideful and scared of her reaction to say anything.

   For two weeks, Y/N didn’t come by to see the Gallaghers nor did Lip try to go up around the block to see her. Fiona, Ian, Debbie, Carl, Kev, and V did their best not to mention her name whenever Lip was around. But ever since their fight, Lip had begun drinking and smoking more. He was miserable. However, everything came to a head when Fiona confronted him one day.

   “Alright, Lip, go talk to her,” Fiona said.

   “What?” 

   Lip was sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee while Fiona and Debbie were making breakfast.

   “You heard her, we’re sick of seeing you moping around all the time and drunk you is only so entertaining,” Debbie said.

   “I don’t want to talk to her. Besides, the only person she’s interested in talking to is Will.” Lip spat out the boy’s name.

   “That’s not true,” Ian said as he walked into the kitchen with Liam in his arms, “she talks to me all the time.”

   “If I want to talk to her, I’ll talk to her, alright? Can we stop f—king talking about her?” Lip snapped.

   Fiona set a plate of eggs and bacon in front of Lip and bent down to his level. “Lip, I know you’ve been in love with Y/N pretty much since the day you met and it must be killing you that you fought and that she’s with Will—”

   “Will Brooks? He’s a babe,” Debbie said.

   Fiona, Ian, and Lip collectively shot her a look that made her instantly regret her words.

   “Sorry.”

   Fiona sighed. “But you need to man up and talk to her. I know this is gonna be hard comin’ from me but I know love when I see it.”

   Lip groaned. “She’s not gonna forgive me.”

  “She will, we’ve all had to,” Ian said.

  Lip playfully shoved him before taking a long swig of coffee. “I’ll be right back.”

  “That’s my boy,” V said as she entered the kitchen from the rear entrance.

   “Did you hear all of that?” Ian asked.

   “For the most part. Please go talk to that girl, I’m sick of seeing you look more pissed off than usual.”

   Lip laughed. “I will, see ya, V.”

   As he left the house, Lip began going over everything he could possibly say to make everything up to Y/N. 

   “Hey, Y/N, I’m sorry for being a dick and getting pissed about you and Will. I’m sure the NBA accepts idiots too—no, can’t say that, she’ll get pissed that I insulted him. Y/N, I’m sorry for being a dick and I’m really happy for you and Will. Maybe the Bulls will start winning if he joins. Yeah, that’s better.” Lip paused. “Y/N, you probably hate me, but we have to talk…”

   “I thought that only crazy people talked to themselves,” Mandy said as she strolled up to Lip.

   “Oh, hey, Mandy,” he said.

    She was wearing a tight black tank top and short denim cut offs. They had a short-lived fling but decided that they were better off as friends. Besides Ian and Lip, Mandy was Y/N’s closest friend.

   “I’m guessing that you’re off to talk to Y/N,” Mandy said.

   “Yeah, I said some real sh-tty stuff to her and she didn’t deserve it.” 

   “She never does,” Mandy said. “It’s just too bad about her and Will.”

   Lip frowned. “What happened?”

   “You didn’t hear? She found out that he’s been cheating on her ever since they got together. I offered to have my brothers beat him up for her, but she said it wasn’t worth it. I haven’t seen her around in a long time.”

   “Sh-t.”

    “Yeah, so whatever you have to say to her, don’t f-ck up.”

   “Thanks, Mandy.”

    As Lip walked away from Mandy, he was both elated and furious. He could beat Will’s face in for what he did to Y/N but at the same time, he was ecstatic that she was single again. Now he really had to perfect what he was gonna say.

   “Y/N, I’m sorry about what happened between us. You didn’t deserve it and I was just being a dick. I’m also sorry about what happened between you and Will. He deserves to get the sh-t beat out of him.” Lip sighed. “And…and I got so mad about the whole Will thing because, you’re like a sister to me and I didn’t want to lose my sister or my friend…the friend I’ve been in love with since we were two.”

   At this point, Lip was standing in front of the Y/L/N’s house. Mr. Y/L/N was most likely back at work in the loan office and Mrs. Y/L/N was off being a maid in the W Hotel. Whether or not Hailey was home was a bit of a toss up since she would skip class more than Lip did. The navy, two-story house seemed a lot bigger than it usually did and part of Lip wanted to turn around and run away.

   “Don’t be a pussy,” he muttered. 

   He walked up the front steps and knocked on the door.

   Seconds later, a dog was barking and Hailey was yelling at it.

   “Geez!” she blew a piece of dark hair out of her eyes and narrowed them once she saw Lip. “Lip.”

   “Hi, Hailey.”

   The barking Rottweiler stopped when he saw Lip and began licking all over his face.

   “Hi, Buster,” Lip said as he scratched the dog. “I’ve missed you.”

   “Well, he’s missed you too, I don’t know if I can say the same for Y/N,” Hailey said.

   Lip sighed as he straightened up. “Look, I know I f-cked up majorly with Y/N and I’m sorry. I just want to apologize and if she doesn’t want to be friends with me anymore, that’s fine, I’ll understand. Is she okay?”

   Hailey’s e/c eyes softened slightly at Lip’s words but she kept a tense body language. “She’d be better off if that idiot hadn’t cheated on her weeks after she lost her best friend. But she’ll get through it, she’s tough.”

   “I know, is she here?”

   Hailey pursed her lips. “That Will guy might’ve hurt her but you really broke her heart, you know that, Gallagher?”

   “Yeah…”

   “I could kill you for how much you made her cry and then Will on top of that—” Hailey breathed.

   “And I’ll do my best to never make her cry again. Believe me, the last thing I want is to hurt her.”

   Lip hoped his sincerity showed through since Hailey was one of the most stubborn people when it came to protecting her family and doing what she thought was right.

   “She went to the Symphony. They let her listen to the music from the entry way as long as she doesn’t disturb anyone.”

   “Thanks, Hailey, I really appreciate it.”

   The L couldn’t have operated any slower that day, which made Lip even more anxious. He began chain smoking, hoping it would help him think more, but it didn’t. It calmed him down a little, but he still had no idea what he was going to say to her. Fortunately, downtown wasn’t very crowded and it was easy for him to find his way to the Symphony. Sure enough, Y/N was sitting near one of the door, cross-legged, listening intently to the passionate music. She looked gorgeous though she was wearing a simple white summer dress that went off the shoulders. Her hair was twisted up into a pretty bun on top of her head and her back was facing Lip.

   He carefully walked up to her, his mind racing with words.

   “Mind if I join you?”
    Y/N gestured for him to sit without turning away from the door. Her eyes were puffy and he could tell that she had been crying.

    “Y/N, I need to talk to you.”

    “Sh, it’s Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9,” Y/N hissed.

    “Oh, right, sorry.” Lip managed to say quiet for five more seconds before saying, “no, you know what, f-ck the music, you can get this sh–t on YouTube or iTunes. We need to talk.”

   “Keep your voice down or we’ll get kicked out,” Y/N said quietly. 

   “Fine, but at least look at me when I talk?”
   Y/N hesitated before turning to Lip. “Talk.”

   Lip paused. Everything he had rehearsed seem to leave his mind. “You’re beautiful.”

   Y/N rolled her eyes. “Go away, Lip.”

   “No, I’m serious. Even though that a—hole made you cry and did all that to you, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Always have been.”

   There was a long pause between them but Y/N looked stunned.

   “Is that all you have to say to me?”

    “No, I’m sorry about what happened between us. I shouldn’t have gotten so pissed off about you and that jerk.”

    “You were a real jackass,” Y/N muttered.

    “I know, and you didn’t deserve that. And I’m sorry about what happened—-no, you know what, f-ck that, I’m not sorry. He didn’t deserve to be with you because you are amazing and sweet and talented and tough and strong. He doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you and neither do I.”

    Y/N looked stunned but suddenly looked dejected. “If I’m all those things, why did he cheat on me with Ashley Opperman, Jane Henkins, Mariah Little, Penny Gilbert, Vanessa Langley, and Iman Ashton?”

    “Because he’s an idiot who’s probably trying to get the clap if he got anywhere near Vanessa Langley,” Lip said.

    Y/N smiled. “I think she’s had ever STD under the sun besides AIDs.”

   Lip smiled. “I’m so sorry about everything that happened between us, Y/N. Is there any way you could forgive me?”
   Y/N jokingly tapped her finger against her chin. “If you teach me how make things explode using that fancy technical vocabulary, maybe.”

   “Of course.”

   “And you help me pass my ACT.”

   “Okay.”

   “And you come to my piano concerts.”

   “I already do.”

   “Sober, though.”

   “Then you’ll have to play something less boring.”

   “Deal.”

   They jokingly shook hands before Y/N wrapped her arms around Lip and basically fell into his lap. He immediately pulled her close, inhaling her sweet scent.

    “I’ve missed this,” she whispered.

    “I love you.”

    They both froze. Lip couldn’t have said that any less smoothly if he tried. He couldn’t believe that he had blurted it out like that.

    Y/N pulled away slowly and looked at him with wide eyes. “Lip?”

    “I’ve loved you since we first met and I fell in love with you around the same time, I think. It drove me crazy seeing you with Will and I’m sorry I was so mean to you. If you don’t feel the same way then—”

    Lip was cut off as Y/N pressed her lips against his. He immediately pulled her closer as he kissed back. All those emotions they had for the past sixteen years came out in that exchange. They were so caught up they not only forgot where they were but also that they would need to pull away for air.

     “Eh hem.” An elderly security guard looked at them with distaste.

    “What’s your problem?” Lip asked.

    “Sorry, Ivan, we’ll be leaving now.”

    “No, that’s fine, Y/N, just try to ease up on all of that.” Ivan gestured to their current position.

   “You got it, Ivan.”

   He wandered away and Lip pulled Y/N into him again.

   “So, I’m guessing you like me too?”

   “No, I love you, I thought as smart as you are, you would’ve caught onto that when we were at least four,” Y/N teased.

   “Well, I’m smart enough to never let you go again.”

   “Good.”

    And that was how after many years, Lip Gallagher ended up with the girl from around the block.

Stranger Sex || Taehyung

Request - 1. hey i would like to request a taehyung x reader smut, a detailed smut..hihi where both of them are kind of stranger, may be in a police station or hospital but not  a club plz ☺️ and a rough smut with fluffy ending? thanks.. 

                2. 5,8 and 10 with taehyung, a fluffy rough smut ?? thanks            

Pairing - Kim Taehyung x Reader

Drabbles - 5. “Shut up and marry me.”
                  8. “More kisses please.”
                10. “Let me taste you.”

Genre - Smut

Summary - Just take the title literally.


You groaned as you felt the blanket getting pried off you and get thrown somewhere into the air, Jimin yelling at the top of his voice, ‘Y/N, get up!’ You tossed and turned, trying to get even a second of warmth but to no avail.

‘Jimin~’ You whined, your face dug deep into the pillow, muffling your voice, your one eye opened to glare at him. He smirked at you, as he stood at the foot of your bed, his hands propped up at each side of his waist.

'You’re really lonely, Y/N. And today, we end that.’ He announced and you felt your heart drop. He was probably going to set you up on a blind date, again. The last time he had tried that, the night ended in you emptying the contents of your wine glass onto your date as he was a kind of pervert you never knew could exist.

'But why? I’m happy being alone. Besides, I have you.’ You gave him a cheeky smile, which soon faltered as his gaze turned sharp, giving you a very disappointed look.

'I have a girlfriend whose needs I already tend to. I don’t want another one.’ He crossed his arms over his chest, and you huffed, knowing it was the end of the discussion.

You pushed yourself up, your hair haphazardly resting on your head, and your shoulders already slumping forward at the loss of balance.

Jimin held you up, him sighing in exasperation, 'C'mon now. I know you will enjoy today if you just come with me.’ He picked you up, and took you into the bathroom before placing your feet down and leaving to let you freshen up. Once you did, you came out, only to see your outfit already placed for you on the bed. You examined it, and then you noticed the combination of the pants and tank top; you were going to dance.


Jimin pulled you in to a room filled with people sweating, so much that you could feel the humidity in the air, you inwardly belching at the smell. You looked at the back of his head as he led you to a corner  'Why?’ You whispered, giving a betrayed look to him.

He stopped, only to have you bump lightly against his back, making you rub your nose. You looked down, as you played with your feet, before you heard Jimin saying out your name making you look back up. At the same time, he moved away, as he turned to look at you, to reveal the person he was talking to.

'Y/N, this is Kim Taehyung. He is the dance instructor here…’ and after that, you heard nothing as your surroundings completely melted away, only the man, or to mention, the dangerously charming man stood in front of you. That’s it, you decided, Kim Taehyung in a white sweatshirt with a slit near the collar and baggy pants was your new aesthetic.

'Y/N?’ You felt a hand shake your shoulder, making you come into your senses, your face flushing as you noticed you had been staring at the dance instructor the entire time Jimin was talking.

'Yeah, um- sorry..’ You looked away, flustered, the boys chuckling at you.

'It’s alright, it happens.’ Taehyung smiled adorably at you and you widened your eyes: Oh my god, you internally screamed, his voice!

You laughed your embarrassment away as you tucked a stray strand of hair behind you ear. You couldn’t lie, he got you good.
You watched him stretch his hand and motion for somebody to come over. In seconds, a boy, not many years younger than you, ran over. Taehyung wrapped an arm around the boy’s shoulder, his shoulder just millimeters below Taehyung’s. But instead of greeting him, you began chanting a mantra in your head: Please don’t be gay, please don’t be gay, please-

'Y/N, meet my younger brother, Jungkook.’ Jungkook smiled at you cutely, his nose wrinkling as he stretched a hand towards you, 'Hi, Y/N!’

You let out a long breath, 'Hello,’ You replied, shaking his hand. Internally rejoicing, you loved how both the brothers had killer looks.

As the ice breaking session slowly turned to secret messages sent by eye contact between you and Taehyung, Jimin decided to let you two talk, making sure to send a wink to your direction before leaving.

'So, have you danced before?’ Taehyung’s voice immediately sounded the moment Jimin had left. You giggled, 'No. Well, I learn what Jimin choreographs every now and then, but I wouldn’t call myself a dancer.’ You said genuinely. His lips stay curled into a sweet smile but you couldn’t help but take notice of the mischievous glint he held in his brown orbs.

'Would you care to join…personal sessions- if you are interested, that is.’ Your eyes widened slightly as he mentioned 'personal sessions’, your mind wandering to all kinds of personal things.

'And how specifically ‘personal’ are we talking here?’ You challenged him, your posture changing. He took notice and took a step forward, extending a hand in front of you which you gladly accepted and the other around your waist, as he looked around, 'We can decide that right now if you want. And begin today maybe?’ He looked down at you with a playful smile, as he glided along with you around the room, catching everybody’s eye.

The room soon erupted in cheers as you danced with him to the song that blared through the speakers. You barely had to move, as Taehyung was doing that for you, his hands either pushing your waist gently to the gradually changing bass of the music, or pulling you close, your bodies sensually inter wined in a lovely Kizomba dance.

'Should I take you grinding against me, as a yes then?’ He whispered seductively into your ear, and it took you all your will power to not pull him out of the room and into somewhere secluded.

'Well, how do I know that once everybody’s gone, you’re not going to just rape me and leave me to die?’ You asked, as he pushed you away from his body to let you twirl, him laughing at your question, before he held you again, his lips next to your ear, 'You have a very…active imagination, Kitten.’

You let your body drop into his hand, as he dipped you to the floor and brought you back up with enough force that your lips almost touched, 'You are a stranger after all,’ You breathed onto his lips and he smirked.

'That’s what makes it, all the more fun.’ He moved his hand which was on your back, so that it rested right above your ass.

'Consider it done then.’ You told him, and he let you dip one last time, before bringing you back close to his body, both of your breathing in sync and labored as the room erupted in loud cheers and claps.


'That was very interesting to watch, Y/N.’ Jimin remarked as you stood next to him, packing your bag. You laughed, 'It’s going to get even more interesting later.’ You winked at him, and he raised an amused eyebrow.

'What are you talking about?’ He asked you, and you couldn’t help but let out a cheery laugh at his expression.

'I won’t be coming with you tonight. I have other…plans.’ You flashed an embarrassed smile and it took a few seconds before it clicked to Jimin. He laughed, his hand covering his mouth in an attempt to shush himself.

As you walked Jimin to the door, he leaned in to your ear, 'Make sure you use protection, alright?’ He joked, and ran out the door before you had the chance to smack his arm. The last one to leave was Jungkook, who (surprisingly) had a date to not be late to.

'Don’t break anything!’ Jungkook yelled loudly, making you blush and Taehyung chuckle, before leaving. You turned around to see Taehyung already staring at you, biting his lip as he kept watching you.

'Are you going to do something about that, or should I help you?’ You pointed at the tent that had already begun to form under his pants, him doing absolutely nothing to hide it.

'Why don’t you come over here, love.’ Just then, a song began playing, which you identified as Gangtsa by Kehlani. Smart choice.

As you took steps closer to him, he mirrored you, until you both had come to the center of the room, your bodies still inches away. He stared at your lips with hunger, as you stared back at his.

His hand snaked around your waist, tugging you closer, your hips attached to his as he leaned in, but did not close the gap between your lips.

Let me taste you,’ You brought your hand up to his face, tracing his hairline from his ear to his jawline, before trailing to his lips which parted beautifully, as his bulge pressed against your thigh, begging for attention.

You closed the distance between the two of you, your lips molding in a hot, sensual kiss as he let his hand dig into the skin under your tank top at your waist. Your hand which had reached the back of his head, tugged at the brown locks, making him groan into your mouth as you took his bottom lip in between your teeth.

You noticed the table behind him, and an idea lit in your head. You brought your hands to his chest, before pushing him backwards, you keeping an arm’s distance between both your bodies while he let you guide him towards the table.

The moment the back of his thighs touched the furniture, he spun you around, and picked you up, placing you on the table, the swift movement surprising you, a gasp leaving your lips. He put his palms against your ass, pulling you forward, letting you feel his bulge right at the spot, making you let out a soft moan at the friction he had caused.

He leaned in, but did not kiss you, instead, delved into the nape of your neck, attacking the skin with suction and open mouthed kisses, as his eyes went to the mirror, portraying your back. He pulled away, and immediately reached for the hem of your tank top, you getting rid of your sports bra with slight difficulty.

'Eager, are we?’ He teased, but he had to let his eyes roam the perfect view your bare chest gave him. He let out a hiss, as he felt your hand boldly palming him through the pants, making him almost rip it away. He stood in his boxers, as he smiled sheepishly at you, you giving it a glance before looking back at him with an amused look.

'You love Eevee a lot, huh?’ You chuckled, referring to the pokémon printed on his boxers.

'Everybody has a fetish, okay?’ He placed his hand at your neck, wrapping it gently before leaning and kissing your swollen lips. His hand went to the back of your neck, his head angling to deepen the kiss, his tongue ravaging in your mouth, you letting him take the win.

His hand roamed your body, his slender fingers taking possession of your pink bud, before giving it a light squeeze and pulling it, a moan erupting from your throat in response. He pulled you closer and you leaned backwards, giving him more access to your chest, his mouth placing wet kisses all around your breasts, and in between them before kneeling down to reach in between your thighs. He pulled your pants down with so much force you thought they had torn.

You rested on your elbows, although it pained you, the amount of pleasure he let course through your body was nothing compared to the pain as his teeth nipped at the skin inside your thighs. He placed a chaste kiss on your clit before running his tongue the whole length of your sex, one of your hands going to his hair.

Your moans become louder as his tongue increased the pace, it beginning to flick your clit as you felt the familiar knot forming in your stomach, his finger making its way inside you.

As he scissored you, and stimulated your clit at the same time, you felt your body shaking as your orgasm came close, 'Tae-’

'Come for me, baby girl.’ He let you know, and you clenched around his fingers before waves of pleasure crashed inside you, making you let out a long moan, his name coming along with it.

But he didn’t stop. He got up, and brought his finger up to his mouth, his lips wrapping around them, sucking your remnants: a sight to behold. He hummed in acknowledgment, 'You taste exotic, Y/N..’

His finger found your clit, making you jolt backwards at the sudden sensation, 'Tae- too- too much- ah!’ You groaned as he rubbed agonizingly slow circles against your clit, your legs already beginning to shake at the over stimulation. You heard him click his tongue, 'Ah, you can do much better than this, Kitten. Trust me~’ He sang, before pulling his boxers down, his erection springing free.

You closed your eyes instantly as you felt his tip kiss your entrance, your heart fluttering yet your core dripping with anticipation. He teased you, his fingers still moving in a slow pace, as he remained arrogant and oblivious to your need.

'Taehyung please-’ He leaned forward and placed a peck on your lips.

'Hmm?’ He let out a deep chuckle, finding your current situation very enlightening.

'Please what, baby?’ He asked and you didn’t care if you were begging or not, because at this point, you just wanted him inside you.

You opened your eyes briefly, but just enough to let you see him clearly and him you, 'Fuck me, Taehyung.’ You said as you made a mental note to thank Jimin later.

His eyes widened, and the way you had just asked him to fuck you, he was too turned on by it, to the point where he questioned himself if he was having a horny dream or not.

'Shit.’ He cursed, before slamming into you, both of you groaning at the sensation. He didn’t let you adjust to his size, before he began pounding into you mercilessly, the room echoing with the sound of his skin slapping yours.

You wrapped your legs tight around his waist, as his fingers began moving faster against your clit, his other hand holding your wrists above your head.
He closed the gap between you, taking your lips in an open mouthed kiss. He pulled away and gave you a smile, which had you melting into the table, ’More-fuck -kisses please.’ You grunted and he laughed before complying to your request.

He came back up, letting go of your wrists as he felt himself come close with you, 'Come here,’ He took your hand and helped you stand on the floor, turning you around so you were facing the mirror.

'Can you see?’ He whispered, bringing his member back to your entrance.

'Perfectly.’ You stared at him, as he let himself enter you, his eyes staring with more intensity at you.

He pounded into you again, the knot forming in your stomach, as your second orgasm approached. You leaned against the table more, your elbows almost touching the surface, as you felt him graze your sweet spot inside you, making you push your hips back into his.

'Ah, fuck, baby, you feel so good around me.’ He grunted as his hand came up before colliding flush against your cheek, a pang of pain making it’s way up your spine, turning into pleasure mid way, you responding with a whimper.

You felt his thrusts get untimely and irregular, as you clenched yourself around his member, his hands groping at your cheeks, exchanging gazes between watching you on the mirror and his member getting in and out of you.

He groaned, as he released inside you, you coming not long after. You clenched yourself around him again before your voice turned to hitched breaths. He pulled out of you, him catching your waist as your legs gave up under your weight. He helped you sit on the table again, as he brought your body closer to his in a sweaty embrace.

'I may not be a good dancer but-’ You started, and he pulled away before placing a peck on your lips, his eyes lighting up with mirth, ’Shut up and marry me already.’


Originally posted by jimin-bts-trashs

Bi Rogers

(A/N): Heyyyyyyyyyy, guess who’s so sorry about her fanfic recently :D it’s me!

Summary: Steve is officially Bi, he’s known it since the forties, his only problem is how does he tell (Y/N)?

Warnings: none

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah


Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

   Steve gulped as (Y/N) stirred beside him; he had to tell them- he needed to tell them. They pressed against him, nuzzling their face into his chest, shivering a bit when the cold air of their apartment seeped through their sheets. 

   He couldn’t keep this from Them, this secret was too big, it was something they needed to know. He could barely stand to lay next to them knowing he was lying to them like this, pretending to be something he wasn’t.

    A shaky sigh falls from Steve’s lips as (Y/N) presses a sleepy kiss to Steve’s chest, their lips slowly curving upwards in what Steve assumed to be a smile. 

   "Good morning,“ Their voice was hoarse, raspy, and oh so cute. 

    "Mornin’” is all Steve whispered, his voice cracking even with the small word.  

   "You sleep well?“ (Y/N)’s lips move against his chest with every syllable, nearly sending him into a giggling fit but not now- not with such a serious issue hanging over him. 

    "Well enough,” Usually Steve would ask them how they slept as he swept them up in his arms, holding them to his body as he pressed a tirade of kisses to their skin but that wasn’t the case today. All he wanted to do today was get away from (Y/N) as quickly as possible. 

    “Nightmares?”

    “I guess you could say that,” (Y/N)’s messy head of hair perked up at his statement, their sleepy eyes looking at him curiously as though he were some strange animal.

    “Is something wrong Stevie?” Fuck- if there was one sure fire way to get him to melt it was to have (Y/N) call him Stevie, or any nickname for that matter. 

   "No, no, sorry, I just- mission stress and all,“ (Y/N) nods in understanding, pursing their lips in thought.

    "Do you need to go workout?”

    “Yeah, a workout would be great,” Steve sighs, finally grateful for having an excuse to leave (Y/N) behind.

    “I can make you some food afterwards?” Steve nods even though he knew he wouldn’t be able to eat until he told them.

    “Yeah, food sounds great doll,” Steve threw in the pet name for good measure, hoping it would convince (Y/N) he was fine. With a tired smile (Y/N) kissed Steve softly and even with all his guilt and shame he’d be crazy not to kiss them back. With their lips pressed to his he felt as though he could almost forget about the nagging little thought in the back of his head, screaming at him to tell (Y/N) about his huge secret but as soon as they pulled away the scream returned, louder than ever. That’s why when (Y/N) began to pull back Steve pulled them back in, whimpering against their lips, a quiet plea for them to continue. 

   "Steve- Stevie,“ (Y/N) broke away from him, leaving his lips tingling and feeling cold. "Are you sure you’re okay?” Now, now would be the perfect opportunity to tell them- 

    “Yeah, I’m fine,” Steve smiled softly, “I just- I love you,” (Y/N) smiles at him gently as they reach up to affectionately ruffle his hair, something he rather enjoyed.

    “I love you too Steve, now get that cute butt down to the gym,” (Y/N) gave his leg a firm smack and flashed him a wink before they sauntered off into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Steve watched them longingly, wishing for nothing more to join them, take a bath with them, kiss their hair as he rubbed the tension out of their shoulders- no, he needed to go to the gym, hit a few punching bags until the sand began to bleed onto the floor. Yeah, that’s what he needed to do. 

   Steve quickly got dressed and grabbed some materials before heading down to the gym, locking himself inside so as not to be disturbed by anyone for a few hours. As soon as he stepped foot into the gym he was eyeing the punching bags as he wrapped his hands up tightly, perhaps a bit too tightly. He hoped by the end of his session the punching bag would be nothing more than a sad bag of leather and a few grains of sand- guess he had been quite right because by the end of his workout the punching bag had been beaten into nothing, all the sand having dribbled onto the floor. He knew he should clean it up but the promise of food upstairs and a warm shower was too tempting.

    “Jarvis, can you clean the floor up or send for someone who can?" 

  "Certainly sir,” And with that and a shaky sigh Steve tracked back up the stairs, up to his floor, and into his kitchen where (Y/N) was no doubt cooking him breakfast.

    Steve was silent as he walked in, his throat full off too many words, so many that if he opened his mouth they would come spewing out without an warrant so instead he kept his mouth closed and locked, not even the slightest distance between his lips.

    “Hey big guy,” (Y/N) smiled as they turned to face him, a pan in one hand and a spatula in the other. Steve gulps as he takes a seat at the kitchen island, his eyes trying desperately not to rake up and down (Y/N)’s form. “I’m making pancakes and coffee, sounds good?” Sounds delicious is what Steve wanted to say but all they got in reply was a small grunt of approval. (Y/N) eyes Steve warily but they dismiss it, after all they had earlier asked if he was okay and he had responded with yes so why question it again?  So with a concerned gaze (Y/N) goes back to cooking, unable to shake the feeling that something was wrong with Steve. 


   “Here ya go cutie pie,” (Y/N) placed Steve’s food before him, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek as they did, not even caring about the sweat still dripping off his body. 

   “Thanks,” Steve’s voice was hoarse and raspy, just as it had been this morning but a thousand times worse now. He winced softly as he took a sip of his coffee, letting the warm drink soothe his nerves a bit. 

  “I’m gonna go shower and get ready for work, are you gonna be okay while I’m gone?” Steve nods his head as he takes a bite of pancake, barely registering the taste in his mouth.

   “Yeah, I’ll be fine,” 

   “You sure? I can take the day off if you’d like-”  

   “(Y/N),” Steve’s tone was soft but firm, his captain side starting to shine through a bit. “I’ll be fine, promise,” (Y/N) sighs softly, giving Steve one last look before muttering an ‘okay’ and making their way towards their bathroom leaving Steve to sit all alone and dwell in his thoughts. 


   His coffee had small bubbles rising to the surface and his pancakes were slowly starting to soak up the copious amounts of syrup (Y/N) had piled atop them (Steve had always been a sucker for anything sweet) as he sat there alone, wallowing in his thoughts. 

   Steve had known he was gay the minute he reached elementary school, he remembered looking at the boys and liking them just as much as he had liked the girls but he was too young to understand what that meant and even into his early teen years when he started to develop crushes on the neighborhood boys he still didn’t quite get it. It wasn’t until he was nearly 25 when it suddenly clicked for him; he was gay. Not completely gay, just a little gay. He had actually found out using an unsecured laptop (Tony was always so nosy) that he was actually bisexual and from there it just clicked for him. He had accepted it and he was finally comfortable enough to admit it but was he comfortable enough to admit it to (Y/N)? The answer was no and that’s why he could barely been look at them right now. 

   So many things could go wrong if he told them- what if they found him repulsive or strange? What if they resented him for not telling them sooner? Or worse what if they left him? Steve chokes a bit on the tears caught in his throat, a sad whimper leaving his lips at the action. God- he was so pathetic, here he was, a grown man, crying all alone in his kitchen. And of course that’s exactly when (Y/N) decides to walk in (they always had the best timing) when Steve is whimpering and wiping at his eyes, a towel wrapped around their body as water drips from their hair. 

   "I forgot soap and- Oh my god Steve, what’s wrong?“ (Y/N) rushes to the man’s side, more than concerned with the way he was sniffling and rubbing at his eyes. 

   "I-it’s nothing (Y/N)-" 

   "That’s bullshit Rogers, tell me what’s really wrong.” Even though their words were harsh their hands on either side of Steve’s face were soft and kind, more caring then anything else. Steve sighs shakily as he unconsciously rubs his cheek against (Y/N)’s hand, sniffling once again.

    “I have uh- I have something to tell you. I’ve been meaning to tell you for a long time but I never had the courage and- god,” Steve sighs as he slumps back into his chair, rubbing at his aggressively red eyes.

    “C'mon Stevie, you can tell me, I won’t get mad,” Yeah right, like they wouldn’t be mad the man they’d been dating for nearly a year suddenly decided to tell them that he was gay. 

    “Promise?" 

    "I promise,” as extra reassurance (Y/N) presses a kiss to Steve’s eyebrow, allowing their lips to linger there before they pulled back, looking at Steve waitingly. 

    “So- so, I’ve been hiding this for years,” Steve bites his lips as the words finally reach the open air, something he had wanted for so long. He’d never admitted to anyone about his feelings towards men, back in his day it was frowned upon and he couldn’t stand the thought of being ridiculed even more. A sickly, small gay man? Steve was sure to get the hell beaten out of him for sure. So for 70 years he kept his secret with him, that was until now. “I uh- fuck,” 

   “Take your time,” (Y/N) gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, the small bit of contact grounding him back to earth. 

   “I um, I’m- fuck it- I’m gay,” Steve blurts out, feeling the words fall from his lips almost instantaneously. 

   “W-Wait, you’re gay?”

   “Not completely gay….” Steve trails off, biting his lip as he attempted to figure out how the hell to phrase his words. “I’ve always viewed men and women the same…I don’t really have a preference is all,” Steve mumbles, feeling his tears pricking his eyes once again. Now was the time (Y/N) would yell at him, punch him maybe, demand they break up, probably call Steve a whole slew of names but suddenly (Y/N)’s reaching up with their hands to cup Steve’s cheeks and run their thumbs under his eyes to collect his tears. 

   “Is that why you’ve been so strange lately?” Steve nods meekly which rewards him with (Y/N) gently kissing his forehead again. 

   “Why were you so scared to tell me?”

   “I thought you’d resent me, maybe you’d hate me, I thought that if I told you that I liked guys too then you wouldn’t love me anymore…” 

   “Steven Grant Rogers, that’s ridiculous,” (Y/N) kisses his lips firmly yet sweetly all the while wrapping him up in a nearly bone crushing hug. “I could never stop loving you and I don’t care that you like guys too, okay? I accept you the way you are and I wouldn’t have you any other way,” (Y/N) smiles at him their hands slowly playing with his hair at the nape of his nec. 

   “R-Really?” Certainly Steve was dreaming, (Y/N) wouldn’t be this calm about Steve being gay, it wasn’t just possible-

   “Really,” (Y/N) smiles at him. “I’ll love you no matter what, got that Stevie?” Steve smiles up at (Y/N), sniffling just a bit. 

   “I love you too (Y/N),” 

   “I still have to shower and I’m pretty sure you do too, how ‘bout I show you just how much I love you, hmm?” (Y/N) gives Steve a little smirk (one that had him nearly whimpering) and their hands upon his face suddenly feel like they’re burning his skin but in the best kind of way. 

   “I’d like that,” 

   “Then get your cute little ass into the bathroom,” (Y/N) gave Steve’s lips a peck before sliding off his lap, looking at him expectantly. Steve smiles as he slides out of the chair, following after (Y/N) as they led him towards the steamy bathroom. 

   (Y/N) accepted Steve as he was, they loved him despite the fact that he just so happened to like men and women and that’s all that mattered to him. 

One of a Kind (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Can I request a Jughead x plus size reader where the reader has a really loud a unique laugh and even though she can be quite sarcastic like Jughead she can also be his exact and she basically is the only person that can make him smile and laugh a lot ? Maybe throw in him letting her wear his beanie and just a really cute relationship ? Thank you so much.

A/N: Here’s a happier one! I actually felt a lot better after writing this and laughed a lot during this. I hope you like it. Requests are welcome!

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One of a Kind (Jughead x Reader)

Jughead Jones III was not exactly a sad person but it took a lot to make him smile or even laugh. The closest thing most got was a small chuckle or his famous half smirk. Some even believed he wasn’t capable of such joy.

The truth was he simply lost that joy when Jellybean and his mother left. Leaving him with his father who was almost always drunk.

It all changed when Riverdale High got it’s newest student.


You groan when you glance at your schedule. You had opted out when they offered to have a student show you around and now you were kind of regretting it. You figured that it would at least be built like your last school but no. Riverdale High looked as if it hasn’t gotten a makeover since it was built.

“I’m guessing you’re lost?” You turn to see a very well dressed guy grinning at you.

“And I’m guessing you’re gay?” Mentally cringing at how harsh that sounds, you went to apologize only to have the boy laugh.

“I like you! I’m Kevin Keller, Riverdale’s only out gay.” He chuckles as you roll your eyes.

“Names (Y/n). Riverdale’s New Student. Who clearly should have taken the tour.” You sigh at the paper in your hand.

“I gotcha girl.” the boy, Kevin, links his arm with yours and snatches the paper out of your hand. “Good, you have next class with me.” and with that, he drags you down the hall.

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Wrong One (Jamilton + Laf)

AN: yet another late fic of questionable value

Tag Crew: @huffleheyguys @artisticgamer @hamilton4starwars @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @hmltntrsh51 @megabooklover18 @theoverlordofeverything

Warnings: none? 

Word Count: 1,639

Gilbert came back from his run to find Thomas hunched over a mug of coffee at the kitchen counter. That was an unusual sight on the weekend.
“What are you doing up this early?” Gilbert hopped up onto the counter across from Thomas. “Mom and Dad didn’t give us something to do, did they? Because if they did, you’re doing it.”
“No. Alex wants to hang out all day. Which is probably just him going over his speech for next weekend over, and over, and over,” Thomas grumbled into his cup before taking a sip. His face lit up at the first drop that touched his tongue.
“You’re definitely addicted, dude. You’re too young to be hooked on coffee. You should try running. It really-”
Thomas cut Gilbert off. “Don’t even. To have enough time to go out before school, you have to be up at like four, and there’s no way I’m getting up that early. And this is so much easier. It doesn’t require really any effort.”
“Well, if you want to die any early death, then go ahead,” Gilbert shrugged.
“I’m not going to-” Thomas started, but just decided to let it go. “I need to get changed or I’ll be late.
“Actually, I just thought of something. What if we swap for a day? You don’t want to go anyway,” Gilbert said. He had almost an evil glint in his eye.
“Do you think you could pull it off?” Thomas asked. “I doubt you could even come close to looking as handsome as I do.”
“Tommy, we’re identical twins. I think I can manage,” Gilbert rolled his eyes. “Was that a yes, though? Because I need time to find something of yours that isn’t absolutely hideous if it was.”
Thomas headed back in his chair and watched Gilbert for a while before he answered. “Sure. But if he finds out, I’m throwing you under the bus the second he talks to me about it.”
“He won’t find out. I’m an excellent actor,” Gilbert grinned, fixing an imaginary tie as he hopped off the counter. “‘I’m Tommy and I say shit like ‘y’all’ and ‘y’ain’t’ even though we only spend a few months out of the year in Virginia, which isn’t even that southern.’”
“Yeah, okay, Frenchy. Go get changed. Alex is a bitch about wasting time,” Thomas was mumbling into his cup again.
Gilbert tousled his brother’s hair as he ran past him on his way to his room. He seemed way too excited to Thomas. Maybe this was an awful idea.
“Oh well,” Thomas mumbled to himself and got up to pour another cup of coffee. It was too early for this shit. When he turned back around, Gilbert was there in a tasteful vest and tie and his hair was down from its usual bun.
“What do you think?” he asked Thomas and spun around. “Do I pass?”
“Yeah, I think so, dude,” Thomas nodded, clearly impressed.
Gilbert nodded, grinning like an idiot. “I should go then. Enjoy your day as me.”
Thomas rolled his eyes and watched his brother leave. He kind of really regretted this decision, but he knew it was too late.
A little while later, Gilbert arrived at Alexander’s house. He didn’t prepare himself at all before he strutted on up to the front door, knocking loudly despite the clearly visible doorbell. There was no response for the longest time, so he went to knock again. Just before his hand hit the door, it opened, revealing Alexander. His hair was up in an unusually neat ponytail and he was wearing a sweater vest with a bowtie. He was almost never this put together.
“Hey,” he looked down. Gilbert could see that he was blushing.
“You look really nice,” Gilbert said, hesitating before adding, “Sugar.”
Was that something Thomas said? He’d heard their grandma use it. Hopefully, it was something his brother had picked up.
Alex stepped aside and motioned for Gilbert to go in. “Yeah? Martha insists on buying my clothes to make up for lost time or something. I think they’re a little childish, but-”
He froze when Gilbert kissed his cheek on his way in the door. Did Thomas not show his boyfriend any affection ever? What was the deal?
“You okay?” Gilbert shut the door for him.
“Yeah, yeah, of course,” Alex smoothed out his vest, still not looking up at Gilbert. “Do you want to watch a movie?”
“Don’t you have competition to get ready for?” Gilbert asked.
“I had my speech down weeks ago. We don’t have to watch a movie, I was just-” Alex stuttered. Also unusual for him.
Gilbert wrapped his arm around him and started for the living room. “A movie sounds good. Which one were you thinking?”
“Cabaret?” Alex answered, not at all confident with his answer.
“That’s a little gay, don’t you think?” Gilbert fell onto the couch.
“We- we’ve been dating for two and a half years, Thomas,” Alex rubbed his arm. “I didn’t think that you- that you- um- What- what do you want to watch then?”
“Do you have any James Bond movies?” Gilbert shrugged, watching Alex closely, trying to figure out what his deal was. Normally he would have just joked back at something like that. Gay jokes were like ninety-nine percent of their humor.
Alex nodded and went over to the shelves of movies. The movie he was looking for was on a top shelf that he knew he couldn’t reach. He tried jumping for it, which didn’t work at all, and kept struggling for a minute before Gilbert noticed and got up to help him. Gilbert moved right up behind Alex and reached above him to grab the movie, not stretching at all.
“This isn’t fair,” Alex grumbled. He took the movie and practically stomped away. There was the Alex Gilbert knew and love.
“Just think really, really hard and maybe you’ll grow a few inches out of sheer determination,” Gilbert laughed. “But I think you’re perfect just the way you are. Other than your attitude and that you talk too much.”
Alex muttered something unintelligible and went to curl up on the couch once he had gotten the movie set up. Based on that reaction, Gilbert knew that he had said something that Thomas would have been proud of. He did feel a little bad about it, though. He joined Alex on the couch, wrapping his arm back around him. They sat in quiet watching the movie for a while before Alex started inching his hand up Gilbert’s thigh.
“George and Martha are out of town for the weekend, so I was thinking that maybe- maybe we could-” Alex whispered.
Gilbert furrowed his brow and looked down at Alex. “What?”
Alex sat up quickly, kissing Gilbert before he could do anything. He wrapped his arms around Gilbert’s neck and nipped lightly at his lip.
“No, no. Absolutely not,” Gilbert pried Alex off of him. “Nope, nope, nope.”
Alex hugged himself and stared at the floor. “S-sorry- I th-thought that- the other day, it sounded like you- I’m sorry- I’m really sorry- I shouldn’t’ve-” he started crying before he could finish.
“Oh, Alex, no. Please don’t cry. Oh, god, Thomas is going to kill me,” Gilbert reached Alex’s hand.
“W-what? Thomas, what are you talking about?” Alex jerked his hand away. “It’s fine. You don’t have to make excuses. I clearly misread things. It’s my fault.”
“No, Thomas is at home. I’m Gilbert, see?” Gilbert pulled his hair back.
“Please stop. It’s okay. I didn’t think you were that opposed, though,” Alex mumbled.
“Alex, I’ll take you home and you can talk to Thomas yourself,” Gilbert got up and tried to pull Alex up too. “Come on.”
Alex let himself get pulled up, but once he was up, he bolted for his room upstairs. “Just get out! I don’t want to see you anymore!” he screamed.
Gilbert flinched when Alex slammed his door shut. He considered going up to try talking to Alex more, but that seemed like Thomas’s problem, so he decided to leave instead. He got in the car and took every possible detour he could on his way home. Thomas was going to kill him and then tell their parents so that they could bring him back to life so that they could kill him themselves and then their parents would tell the Washingtons so that they could bring him back and kill him one more time. There was no part of him that wanted to go home, but he knew that he had to, so eventually he started on his actual way home.
Once he got home, Gilbert sat in the car for a long time. After about an hour, his phone died and he didn’t have anything to do, so he got out and slipped in the back door. Thomas was curled up on the living room couch with what had to have been his twentieth cup of coffee. There was no way for Gilbert to avoid him on his way to his room, so he took a deep breath and walked into the living room.
“How was it? I expected a text or something,” Thomas turned to face his brother.
“Um-” Gilbert’s voice shot up at least five octaves. “Just remember that I love you very, very much and that Alex overreacts all the time.”
Thomas squinted at Gilbert. “Why would I need to remember that,” he asked slowly.
“Because I may or may not have ruined your relationship with Alex and then just left him home alone a crying mess,” Gilbert blurted and then made a run for it.
Thomas was too dazed to react, so Gilbert made it all the way to his room to lock himself safely away.
“Well fuck,” Thomas said after a bit.

A Word To The Sherlock Fandom

Over the past two weeks I have read some truly angry pieces by a very upset Sherlock fandom. Usually, I would counter this with lots of Moffat praise and wait for the wave of anger to subside. But this time, it has become a matter of showing respect to the LGBT+ community. So for once, I am going to address the issue before I move on with my usual blogging routine. 

For Those Who Don’t Know What The Anger Is About…

In a nutshell, what it boils down to is that the episode The Final Problem gave its viewers the impression that the show might be over for good. And if that really were the case, it would mean the relationship between Sherlock and John would never have become canon. And the hints that were planted throughout the show would have been all in our heads. 

Now let me start by making my position on the matter clear: I firmly believe in a romantic relationship between Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. I believe in it when watching the BBC series, I believe in it when reading the original books, I believe in it even after having watched The Final Problem. I believe. 

Originally posted by violincameos

I also strongly believe that Gatiss and Moffat have actually read the books and that they cannot possibly have overlooked all the subtext that hints towards a John-Sherlock relationship. And finally, I firmly believe that the writers have every intention to include this relationship in the show, if they get the chance…

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Don’t You Try To Run Right Now

aka five times Mick Rory had to save Len Snart’s ass before he made a terrible decision about who to fuck, and one time he didn’t, in roughly chronological order.

aka what happens when @wacheypena and I agree that it looks like Len and Malcolm/Went and John are flirting in a gifset and everything spirals from there

1.    David Singh

They’ve made a habit of heading out to Saints and Sinners (the local dive bar) on Friday nights, in order that they can get drunk and find people to hook up with, in a rare show of humanity on Lenny’s part. Honestly, Mick’s begun to wonder whether Lenny’s just some kind of particularly pretty futuristic android. Usually Lenny sits and drinks until his hand gestures get more extravagant and he walks the block home with a wobble, and Mick watches Lenny until he’s inside the lobby of their crappy apartment building and leaves with some sweet little thing. Tonight, however, Lenny’s got his eye on some square-looking guy at the bar. Mick’s got to admit, Lenny has good taste – the man is certainly attractive – but there’s a major factor that makes him a no go.

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Easter, Harry and Draco

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It’s easter at Hogwarts. Fred and George are both alive and kicking. They have decided that since Umbridge left, this might be a good moment to re-do their last year and cheer all the traumatized war-veterans up with some top quality pranks.

And maybe play matchmaker for a couple or two.

Maybe.

Harry and Draco

“Why are we even participating in this stupid Weasley contest?” It was the first thing Malfoy said after he’d stalked off towards the forbidden forest. Harry had so far not even been sure if they were participating or if Malfoy just fancied a walk and Harry was tagging along. Or stalking him.

“Uhm… I dunno. Because it’s fun?” It wasn’t meant to be witty or sarcastic. Harry really didn’t know why they were taking part in the hunt. Especially since the price they could win wasn’t something either one of them was able to use. At least, Harry thought it wasn’t.

“Last time I had proper fun was fifth year, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.” The depressing content of Malfoy’s answer went right past Harry, who was still a bit lost in thought.

“Are you single?”

“Am I what, Potter?” They had reached the edge of the forest. Malfoy turned around to stare at Harry in surprise and disbelief, with a still lingering flicker of sadness in his eyes. It was the last question he’d expected Potter to ask.

“Are you seeing anyone?” Harry clarified, a bit flustered.

“I know what ‘being single’ means, idiot.” Malfoy turned around again to enter the forest. “But it’s a rather foolish question to ask a gay ex-death eater with PTSD, who is covered in scars and in general not considered to be a very nice person, don’t you think?” After a short pause he added, “Who the hell would want to date me?”

His pace quickened while he spoke. He had never disclosed his sexuality to anyone outside of Slytherin, and he wasn’t really sure why he suddenly came out to Potter. Though Draco supposed the boy could hardly hate him more than he already did, and if there was anything he’d learned from the war then it was shielding himself from spells aimed at his back.

But Potter didn’t respond at all, so Draco could safely continue walking. Well, I suppose silence is still a much better response than the curses my father flung at my head.


It wasn’t the fact that Malfoy had just admitted he was gay that rendered Harry speechless. His often theatrical behaviour and flamboyant mannerisms made it hard to not at least suspect. It was the casual mentioning of suffering from PTSD. Harry had been struggling with nightmares, old reflexes and anxiety every day since the war had ended, but not even Ron or Hermione knew he was seeing a therapist for that. No one did.

He’d never even thought of the possibility of just carelessly mentioning the state of his mental health, of just being open about it. It felt almost good to hear Malfoy say he was struggling, however selfish that sounded.

Suddenly Harry realised he hadn’t responded to Malfoy’s revelation. “What about Zabini?”

Malfoy laughed, relieved the tense silence was broken. “Blaise the ace. A good friend but he’d never be interested in more. Besides, he’s not my type.”

“Theo?”

“Hells no. Guy’s as straight as they come and still not my type.” Draco was surprised at the amount of relief that flooded him when the other boy didn’t seem phased at all to find out he was gay. So surprised he gave genuine answers to his questions.

“What is your type then?”

“None of your business.” Draco was now over his surprise enough to prevent himself from giving a truthful answer. He could barely admit his type to himself, the last thing he wanted to do was tell Potter. “Why do you care anyway? The goal was finding some stupid egg not playing matchmaker.”

“I think you’ll find Fred and George disagree with you on that. Didn’t you see the other pairings?”

“They were mostly Slytherin and Gryffindor, your point?”

“My point is that they’re trying to make us get along. They’re pretty fed up with fighting now I suppose. We all are. And forcing us to hang out might stop the quarrels amongst our lower years as well.”

Sometimes it seemed like the first years hated each other with the same passion as Harry and Draco did at that age. It was very confronting to see their childhood feud damage the relationship between their houses so much.

“You didn’t think of that yourself, did you?” Draco cursed himself for missing the obvious. The sharp edges of his trademark wit had faded since he was on meds for his anxiety and nightmares. He often cursed how much they slowed down his thoughts. But then, not taking them wasn’t very pleasant either.

“No.” Harry blushed a bit and looked at his feet. “Hermione did.”

They were silent again after that, but this time it was a bit more bearable. Almost nice.

“Why are we in the woods exactly?” Asked Harry after five more minutes of walking among the trees. They were following the edge of the forest, where the sun shone through the fresh spring leaves, drawing patterns on the path.

“To find those bloody eggs of course.”

“But we haven’t searched anywhere yet, just walked.”

“That’s because I know where they hid one of them. I saw Lee and the twins come out of the forest here this morning. So if I remember correctly….” Draco craned his neck, searching the trees with his trained seeker eyes. “There.” And with a surprising ease for someone in skinny jeans and highly polished shoes he started to climb a huge oak tree standing next to the path.

Harry noticed a golden shimmer among the highest branches of the tree. “Are you sure you can climb that high? I don’t particularly fancy catching you.”

“Nice to hear you’d be happy to let me fall to my death, and yes, I can climb that high. I might be shit at making the right choices or getting people to like me, but if there’s one thing I’ve mastered beyond fucking perfection it’s climbing trees.” It appeared to be true. Already Draco was twenty feet up in the fifty feet tree and he showed no sign of slowing down when the branches thinned and started to creak under his weight.

“I didn’t mean it like that! Of course I’d catch you if you fell!” Shouted Harry back in the direction of the fine ass that steadily moved up in the tree. Draco was now so high speaking at a normal volume would be inaudible.

“I’m not saying you did mean it like that Potter.” Draco raised his voice now too, he had nearly reached the egg. “It’s just that I probably wouldn’t catch myself if I did fall.” But he let his volume drop so Harry wouldn’t be able to hear the last part.

At least, that’s what he thought.

“Catch!” Draco dropped the egg into Harry’s arms. Harry nearly let it crash to the ground because he’d only now began to process what Malfoy had told him. He hadn’t had any real fun since fifth year, suffered from PTSD, apparently wouldn’t mind dying and on a whole he just looked quite alone and miserable. It didn’t sound like much fun.

“Well, let’s see what’s in it then.” Draco climbed down the tree even faster than up. Harry didn’t respond again, so Draco took matters into his own hands.

He made a displeased sound when he finished reading the note. “If we want to win this thing we have to hold hands for 24 hours. Non-stop. No separate bathroom breaks, no separate showers, no separate beds.” Draco didn’t look thrilled at the thought. “Look, we don’t have to do this. If you want to have a date with someone I could arrange some…”

But he was quickly cut off. Harry had come to a decision. The idea of the twins to bring the houses closer together had seemed rather foolish first. A stupid search for easter eggs surely couldn’t bridge the huge gap between Slytherin and Gryffindor. But then, he’d already learned more about Draco during the past half hour than he ever thought he would. He grabbed Draco’s hand.

“Shut it and suck it Malfoy. Looks like you’re stuck with me for the next 24 hours.”


It wasn’t as bad as Draco initially thought it would be. It was much much worse. “No Potter. Just no. I am not okay with this. I will not be seen with you if you keep wearing that.”

Draco sounded properly horrified, but that just made Harry more determined to keep wearing his Weasley sweater. It was the only item he owned that had a zipper on the side so he could put it on without letting go of Draco’s hand. Mrs. Weasley had made it for him so he’d have an easier time changing when he injured himself during quidditch.

Now that all the eggs had been found the twins had called everyone to the three broomsticks to announce the winners. Draco had insisted they’d change outfits first but he was starting to regret that decision more and more with every passing minute.

He’d had no problem with putting on something different since the hand-holding didn’t obstruct magically changing clothes, but Harry didn’t know how to do that and Draco knew better than to step in and help. The one time he tried that it had gone terribly askew and the image of a half-naked Vincent Crabbe still haunted his nightmares sometimes.

“Why not? It’s either this or a house elf style tea towel.” The smug smile Harry got from annoying Draco would probably be the death of him.

“Oh my god, Potter. I will literally kill myself if you’re going to wear a fucking tea towel.”

“Really? You don’t think I could pull it off? I thought it would accentuate my hips perfectly.”

Draco face palmed himself. “Kill me. Just fucking kill me now. I’m forced to hold hands with with Harry fucking Potter who thinks he looks sexy in a tea towel. And here I was thinking my life couldn’t get any worse.”

“At least you don’t have to spent the entire evening with hair hanging in your face. I can’t put mine in a bun with one hand.” And Harry made a failed attempt to blow his long hair out of his face to prove his point.

“Yeah, right. You have it much worse than me. As always” Draco rolled his eyes. Harry snorted.

“Okay. That’s it. Dress in a fucking potato sack? Fine. Complain about your riddikulus hair? Go ahead. But I am not getting laughed at.” Before Harry could apologize or call Draco a drama queen he was violently shoved face first against the wall of his dormitory.

“What the…?”

“Shut it, Potter.” Draco twisted Harry’s arm behind his back and in one smooth movement grabbed all of Harry’s hair in his free hand. With a whispered wandless spell a magical ring appeared to tie it all together. As a petty revenge Draco pulled it much tighter than necessary.

“So. Happy now?” He released Harry’s arm from its twisted position while continuing to hold hands.

“Sort of. It’s a bit too tight if I’m being hone… Ow!” Draco had pulled Harry’s hair again.

“You’re an absolute asrehole, you know that Potter?” Harry rubbed the back of his head.

“Nope. But you have until tomorrow afternoon to remind me.”

“Prick.” Draco sighed.

“Git.” Shot Harry back as he stuck out his tongue at him. It felt good to banter with each other over the tiny things. And when they walked hand-in-hand towards the three broomsticks Harry saw Draco smile a bit from the corner of his eyes.

It might not be a perfect solution to all of their problems, but at least Draco could have some proper fun bitching to Harry the entire night, and Harry discovered he found that worth much more than a too tight ponytail or a sore shoulder.


I personally think this one is the funniest of the three, but that’s probably just my weird sense of humour.

And this isn’t the last part yet! Just the last part of today. I will still write something about the winners announcement at the three broomsticks, including a whole new ship…

My Everything (Requested!)

@eli-howlter – “this isn’t really a story idea but maybe something with dnp as children, something about them growing up together and their friendship :)”   

yes, yes yes. I am doing this.

Summary: Dan gets bullied by kids on the playground, and a protective Phil steps in, creating the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Years later, they are best friends, share clothes, share secrets, and know everything about the other. Dan has pent up feelings for Phil that he just can’t hide anymore.

Genres: Fluffy! Slight smut? A bit Angst! Childhood AU, Friends To Lovers  

Pairing: Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil

Word Count: 2,946

Warning: Some swear words, slight smut, and offensive terms!

A/N: One of my lovely besties Eli wanted me to write a childhood!phan fanfic and I mean, how could I say no to that? I’m making this one a bit longer than my usual so I hope you enjoy it!! :) I’m having dnp 2 years apart in age bc it works better for the story. Let’s pretend Phil was held back a year. also: I’m writing this where dnp are going to American school so I’m having them be in elementary school in the beginning! Ok enjoy!

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Albus just wanted to strangle Scorpius. Why was he doing this to him? Did he not know that he was the only friend Albus had?

Scorpius had taken to spending way too much time in the Gryffindor common room lately. He had even started sitting with Lily at mealtimes. At the Gryffindor table. Lily and Scorpius had gotten so close that people actually thought they were dating.

“No, James! We are just best friends.” Lily said, giggling. James had just asked her if she liked Scorpius.

Best friends?  Albus had had enough. He put his mug of butterbeer down on the table with a bang and stormed off into his room.

Lily and James stared after him, his mug of butterbeer lay untouched on the table.

Christmas break had been quite gloomy for Albus. He had spent most of it avoiding his family. He had tried writing to Scorpius but every single page of his notepad had ended up crumpled in his fireplace.

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He missed Scorpius a lot, but now that he was on the Hogwarts Express, Scorpius was the last person he wanted to see. He didn’t know what to say to him after all those letters he had ignored.

He had so far managed to avoid Lily and the rest of his family. He had even found himself an empty carriage at the very end of the train and was just about to bite off the head of the chocolate frog he had bought off the trolley when he heard someone approaching the door to his carriage.

At that very moment, Albus remembered that he hadn’t locked the door. Running to the door was no use, Albus was too late and he knew it. He cursed under his breath as the door opened and Scorpius walked right into him almost knocking him over.

And before Albus could react, Scorpius had an arm around his waist and time seemed to have frozen still.

Scorpius was so close, Albus could clearly make out every little speck of blue in his soft grey eyes. He had never really looked at Scorpius the way he was looking at him right then. In that moment Albus noticed every little detail, from the way a lock of his white blonde hair fell into his eyes, to how long his eyelashes were, to his lips. Albus wanted to kiss him and find out for himself if his lips were as soft as they looked.

Wait… He couldn’t kiss Scorpius they were best friends. Or at least they had been…Albus pushed Scorpius away forcefully, the moment had passed. He was sure he was blushing now so he turned away to hide it. What was he thinking? He had never liked Scorpius that way.

“Albus, I’ve been searching for you everywhere! Why are you avoiding us? You didn’t reply to a single one of my letters and Lily said you wouldn’t talk to her all break.” Scorpius was rubbing his elbow which had hit the door of the carriage pretty hard.

Avoiding us, Since when did Scorpius refer to Himself and Lily as us?

“Albus, why won’t you speak to me?” Scorpius said, touching Albus’ shoulder.

“Oh, why don’t you just go sit with Lily?! She’s your best friend, isn’t she?” Albus burst out, he was now facing Scorpius, his hand long gone from Albus’ shoulder. Anger and pain were clear in Albus’ eyes.

“What do you mean- oh…is that the reason? Is it because I’m friends with Lily?” Scorpius looked hopeful.

“not everything is about you, Scorpius! Now will you please leave me alone?” Albus was shouting now. He felt as if someone was choking him.

Scorpius looked just as hurt as Albus was feeling. But in the very next moment he clenched his jaw and hurt completely vanished from his face. It was replaced by anger.

“You know what, Albus Severus Potter? Not everything is about you.” Scorpius’ tone was low and as cold as ice. Albus refused to admit, even to himself, that he found it rather sexy.

Scorpius walked away leaving the door open and Albus cursed again, closing the door shut.

He banged his forehead on the door and let the tears he was holding back for months finally flow noiselessly.

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“I can’t believe I’m in love with such a jerk! He just won’t admit he’s jealous! He is just so thick.” Scorpius was pacing in the carriage Lily had found for the two of them.

“He is the only one who doesn’t know he’s in love with you yet… literally everyone else can see the way he looks at you.  Just give him some time.” Lily sat on the seat with a book of hexes open on her lap.

“He hates me, Lils! You promised to help, it’s not working!” Scorpius looked exhausted…and heartbroken.

“Just give him some time…” Lily repeated, she hated seeing Scorpius this way, but she was sure about one thing, Albus was as hopelessly in love with Scorpius as Scorpius was with him.

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Albus had spent the last couple of days in complete denial. He couldn’t stop thinking about Scorpius and how much he wanted to kiss him. It was messing with his head. It was so bad that he couldn’t even look at Scorpius without going all red in the cheeks. He was glad that Scorpius was keeping his distance and hadn’t tried talking to him yet, but he could feel Scorpius constantly watching  him. It took him everything he had to not look at him or just jump his bones.

Albus turned around as he heard the lock to his dorm room click. Scorpius had just walked in and locked the door. Honestly, where were his stupid annoying roommates when he need them? Albus was now locked in a room with Scorpius. Alone.

It had taken Lily five whole days to convince Scorpius to go talk to Albus. And now Scorpius stood, staring at Albus who was staring right back. Neither of them could come up with words to say to each other. They just looked at each other, each of them finding it harder to breathe with every passing second.

Finally, Scorpius decided he couldn’t take it any more and walked over to Albus and kissed him right on the lips.

Albus was frozen with shock and when he didn’t kiss back Scorpius pulled away with a sigh.

“Sorry.” he whispered, turning away from Albus.

“No,  wait!” Albus grabbed his hand and suddenly they were kissing again. The first time had been like fireworks, it had momentarily paralysed Albus.

But this kiss was something else entirely.

Albus weaved his fingers into Scorpius’ soft blonde locks as they kissed like there was no tomorrow. The kiss was not like what Scorpius had imagined at all; it was way way better. Scorpius moaned softly as Albus’ tongue entered his mouth. He had kissed people before, but kissing Albus was completely different. It just felt so right.

After what felt like hours, they broke apart, both of them out of breath.

Scorpius laughed, pressing his forehead to Albus’, his eyes still closed.

“What’s so funny? Albus asked, untangling his fingers from Scorpius’ hair just to wrap his arms around his waist.

“You.” Scorpius breathed out in a whisper, opening his eyes and wrapping his arms around Albus’ neck, pulling him closer.

“Idiot.” Albus snuggled into his neck giggling.

“Git.” Scorpius replied  with a smile, holding on to Albus as if he would disappear if he let go of him.

“And for the record…you are my best friend, Albus. And you always will be.” Scorpius said.

Albus kissed his neck “Best boyfriends sound better?”


@mypoorlittlephanshipperheart thanks for the prompt! I hope you like it! 😄

Mob Psycho 100 Episodes 4-8 as narrated by an 11-year old

So I wish I’d had this idea when I first introduced my lil sis to MP100 because her reactions to anime she loves are fuckin hilarious and she’s jumped on the MP100 bandwagon as hard as I have lmao she customized a Littlest Pet Shop toy for me to look like Mob and she’s gonna try making Reigen because she knows he’s like one of my favourites (she’s too pure omg). So we watched episodes 4-7 last night and episode 8 just a little while ago but here’re her reactions to what happened in episodes 4-8. My dialogue is marked with an H and hers is indicated with a B.

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there’s for you [8/9]

She gets one morning with Kara.

One glimpse of what it could be. Slow breaths and easy smiles as they blink sleepily at each other. Kara’s arms rising high in the air, hands twisting as she stretches. 

She extends her feet in front of her, shoulder blades shifting as she reaches down to her toes. Kara’s face looks relaxed in the sunlight. Breathing it in, eyes bright as she looks out the windows. 

(To say Lucy is watching her would be an understatement.

She’s- she’s staring.)

“You could’ve slept in the bed. It’s yours.”

Kara presses her lips together, a fine, tight line. Not that Lucy’s looking. “I didn’t want to assume.”

“It’s your bed,” Lucy points out again.

(What she doesn’t say is that she missed not knowing whether or not it was worth sweating the entire night just to stay pressed to Kara- it was, always was. She doesn’t say that she missed the tv playing quietly until they fell asleep on the couch, their feet twisted around each other’s.

What she doesn’t say is that she missed Kara.

Judging from the glint in her eye though, Lucy thinks she knows.)

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great comet on broadway

i saw great comet on december 28 and my life has never been the same, this is a summary of my experience 

buckle up this is gonna be a long post


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anonymous asked:

I've been too nervous to ask most people but can you explain how "man in a dress" jokes are transmisogynist rather than homophobic? I hope this doesn't sound antagonizing, I am just confused.

Sure! I think it has a lot to do with not just the coding of characters but the coding of real people and the coding of certain characteristics as indicating to you that someone is “really x” even in real life. The basic idea is that “man in a dress” jokes are typically set up either to indicate to you that the character you’re looking at is a stand-in for trans women, or is a trans woman and therefore should be laughed at/derided, etc.

The easiest comparison to draw, I think, is if you imagine (and I’m sure you’ve seen this) a heterosexual female character on some TV show who doesn’t shave, seems to dislike most men, has a low voice, is maybe fat, and is generally very gender nonconforming, and a situation in which all those things become the butt of some joke in the show. This would very obviously be a deeply homophobic joke. The character may not actually be gay. But she could be, and even if she isn’t, it is the set of characteristics itself (which we associate with lesbians) that is supposed to be funny. Gay or not, she represents gay people because you see her, read the tropes she portrays, and know those are gay-coded traits.

Now, you might say, this is just regular misogyny because the character isn’t gay. I’m not even going to say you don’t have a point there because you do. The fact is, in real life systems of violence and categorization (heterosexuality, gender, race) are not so easily separable from each other. So when you ask if the joke is homophobic “or” transmisogynist, not only can it be both but the two are not so easily separable, especially when you take into account that a lot of male violence against trans women is justified with the anxiety that they’re gay on some level for being attracted to them, or they’re gay if they leave her alone and let her live her life, etc. There are not neat lines between which systems affect someone, or what a system comprises even. Increasingly, I think of gender and sexuality as a SINGLE broad nexus according to which someone can be marginalized because without gender there isn’t really sexuality in the way we understand it, and these things do interact with and even comprise each other in very intimate ways.

Hope this helps! I think probably most trans women would have answered this if you asked nicely so idk why you asked me but I think this is a pretty decent way of writing it out. The TLDR is that jokes about sexuality and jokes about gender are very often the same thing, or at least very similar, and that coding happens culturally as well as just in TV shows.

It was Saturday night and Damon had nothing better to do that night than troll chat roulette. Hey, sometimes if he was lucky he used to convince a girl to flash her tits to him and his friends when they were round. Tonight though he was alone and bored. He’d been clicking through for about 20 minutes, mainly just weirdos and occasionally a close up of a cock being jacked but he eventually found a cute girl. Annoyingly though, after flirting with her for about 15 mins her line was disconnected before he’d been able to start to broach the subject of a little nudity. The next person came up, a closeup of some man staring at him through the camera. DeezulMAN according to the name. He didn’t move from staring at him but a message popped up on the screen. “What’s your name?”

He didn’t really chat to guys except to occasionally wind them up and he was keen to get back to find the cute girl but couldn’t resist some trolling.

Damon_93: You look like a cock sucker

Laughing to himself he mimed the cock sucking action over the webcam, pumping his fist and bulging the side of his cheek with his tongue. The man kept staring at him so Damon just continued, to see how far he could push him, really getting into, taking it slowly into his mouth, feeling the cockhead pushing against the back of his throat, to see how far he could take it in, licking the underside with his tongue then moving his way up and down it.

He bobbed up and down on it a few more times then looked up at the man who kept staring at him wordlessly as he began to slap his hard cock all over his face. As he did he suddenly felt a pang of anxiety and confusion for a second. Wasn’t he just… how did he.. where the fuck was he? But that passed as if waking from a dream and he barely remembered feeling it at all. It was a Saturday night and Damon loved nothing better than hanging around the toilets in one of the seedy local gay bars trying to find a cock to suck. Hey, most of the time he’d be lucky and find some sleazy guy who would let him suck him in one of the toilet stalls. Tonight though he had been alone and bored until the man he was currently sucking had walked into the bar. He wasn’t old but he wasn’t what you’d call a young man either, pretty sexy but his eyes were intense and unblinking. He walked over to the wall near the toilets that Damon was leaning on and spoke in a deep, gravelly voice,

“What’s your name?”

“People call me a cocksucker”

Damon jerked his head towards the toilet door, all while looking the man deep into his eyes and then mimed out sucking a long hard cock with his fist and his tongue. He was on his knees, deep throating that delicious cock, sucking it dry with his slutty cocksucker lips, sucking, cock, cock, in his mouth, cum, cum. As the man came he pursed his lips around the cock wanting to drink every last drop before the cock suddenly pulled back out of the hole in the wall. He put his lips to the hole and opened his mouth obediently as the cock rubbed the last of it’s cum around the inside of his mouth before he heard a zipper then footsteps leading away, leaving him alone in the dark.
The dark? Hadn’t he just been…where was he?
That moment of confusion he had already forgotten briefly pulsed in his head but then faded away leaving him in the silence of the dark.

It was a Saturday night and all Damon did every night, every day was wait open mouthed by the hole in the wall, in one of the filthiest gay sex clubs around.
All day he would wait, in the darkness of his little cell, the only light coming from the hole that lead to another part of the club where patrons where promised the best blowjob of their lives from the anonymous mouth in the wall. Not that he ever got much light through that, his mouth was always covering that hole. No names, no words, just cock, endless amounts of cocks that would suddenly thrust themselves into his warm, wet, waiting mouth. Strangers cum filling up his belly all day. Sucking. Cocks. Cum. Suck. Suck. Drool trickled out of his open mouth and down the filthy wall as he heard someone approaching, the sound of a belt unbuckling.

Nobody ever asked him his name, but if they had he would have told them that he was just a little cocksucker.


When people begin to fade off, leaving Rick alone in the street with Spencer’s dead body, Eric turns and immediately helps Aaron to the infirmary— which, now that they’ve lost their second doctor, is really just “Tara’s house.” He starts muttering about painkillers and antiseptic and bandages, rummaging around in the room after propping Aaron up on a cot. “You’re gonna be okay,” he promises, breathing heavy. “I’ve got you,” he says as he fills his arms with medicine and gauze and makes his way toward Aaron. “I’ve got you.”

Aaron just kind of nods, blinking blood out of his eyes. He feels like his whole body’s full of lead. Eric tries lifting Aaron’s arms up to pull his shirt off but Aaron winces, curling his arms back down. “I can’t, I can’t,” he says, shaking his head back and forth. “Hurts.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Eric tells him, trying to keep his hands from tremoring with panic. He reaches for the scissors on the table and cuts Aaron’s shirt off, throwing aside the scraps.

It’s like walking into a nightmare. Aaron’s ribs are painted with bruises and blood, all purple and black and red. He hunches in on himself like it hurts to sit upright. His bare arms are sleeved with even more bruises. Eric feels bile rise in his throat, and it clicks with him that if he saw Aaron walk through the gate like this, he’d probably think his boyfriend was a walker.

“Okay,” Eric says, and holds a shaking hand over his mouth. “Okay. I’ll… you’re gonna be okay.” It comes out like a sob. Aaron tries to reach out a hand to him but it hurts too much, so he settles for leaning forward and letting his shoulder rest on Eric’s.

“I am,” he says. “I am going to be okay. We both are.”

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The Summer (15/30)

The Summer (15/30) | Dan Howell has spent the last three summers at Camp Bergamot, but it’s never been quite like this before. This year, he faces a summer full of new friends, a new relationship, and an entirely new view on his own sexuality. Perhaps Camp Bergamot should be renamed camp self discovery for all the changes Dan has gone through, but one thing’s for sure - despite all the hiccups and the drama, he just might have found the love of his life. | Phan | Mature | Smut, Misunderstandings, Insecurity, Panic Attacks, Bullying, Minor Violence, Physical Fight | 300,000+ Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I claim that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

This Part: 10,509 Words

For reference, @botanistlester is Dan, @snowbunnylester is Phil.

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Warnings: Frottage

Chapter Fifteen

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Fic: For Real

Prompt from @prompt-a-klainefic:  Kurt is a massive nerd, reading all the time, a bit clumsy. Still fashionable, though. Wearing glasses. Doesn’t have a lot of friends. He likes music, so he finally lets his dad talk him into joining glee to make some friends. Blaine’s the star of glee along with Rachel. Kurt kinda thought they were together. But then Blaine, popular, gorgeous, talented Blaine, starts very obviously courting him. Kurt believes it’s a joke at first, until Blaine can convince him he really likes him.

PG, ~2000 words

“Okay, kid. Here’s the deal.”

Kurt looked up from his battered copy of A Clash of Kings, absentmindedly pushing his glasses up his nose. “What?”

“You need to join a club. Any club. I get that you’re not into sports, but there are other things at McKinley, right? Maybe something with sewing, or music, or something?” Burt said, taking a seat across from Kurt at the dining room table.

“There’s a glee club, yeah,” Kurt said slowly, still unsure of what his father’s intent was.

“Great. A glee club. Join that, and I’ll get you tickets to that show you’ve been telling me about - Nasty? Evil?” Burt said.

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MY THEORY ON THE CAMREN SAGA…..

Is CAMREN real? I am not part of their inner circle to give a definitive yes or no on that question. What I can say is, even though their words of denial are telling me no, their actions are telling me a completely different story. In my world, actions speak way louder than words. It is quite clear, through their actions over the past couple weeks alone, something is happening with them.

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