today is the day.

I've rarely seen a more validating sentence in my entire life.

in every scene / it’s me & michael.

GROUP REACTION AND SCENARIO PROMPT LIST

Disclaimer: I focused on collecting mostly those general relationship ideas that I’ve seen frequently asked for – the list doesn’t include many of the scenarios people suggest based on their own specific experiences or ideas, sexual scenarios and those related to different AUs.

dealing with the worst case scenario

I feel like this could be useful in my future

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summary: catching your bestfriend in the act on your bed, oh he looked so pretty begging for you. you finally got what you wanted.

warnings: this is pretty tame, ajax being sub, mentions of bodily fluids, afab reader, reader is so inlove w pleasing him and making him feel good!!!

a/n: not proofread!! if there’s any mistakes lmk plzzz also im so sorry i didn’t get to release this sooner! ive been busy since it’s the holidays (MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE & MERRY CHRISTMAS IF U CELEBRATE ^o^) also i have press ons so its hard for me to write at my usual pace but i promise i’ll be writing more!

“didn’t expect you to be here. something up?” your gangly bestfriend stood in the frame of your dorm door. “no, no nothing’s wrong. xavier’s gone and i just came to hang out with you.. if that’s fine?”

“oh that’s fine ‘jaxy! m’ just about to shower though. you gonna stay?” your towel was wrapped against your body as you tried your best to make sure it wouldn’t accidentally fall. your tits were practically spilling out and it was even worse that the towel was a few inches too short.

the snake-haired boy nods quickly, swallowing- “yeah- i’ll just wait for you” god he thinks you don’t know. you watch his eyes scan down your body as he thinks you’re not looking. you’re fighting the smirk that pulls at your lips. you can sense how you make him feel, how your presence makes him nervous. it makes you feel excited, almost insatiable.

why couldn’t you take a fucking hint and see that he was suffering?

he was fed up with it, so fucking fed up. ever since he’s met you, couple months ago, he’d make up excuses to hang out with you, whether it be studying or wanting to get stoned, he’d find any reason to see you, be with you. anytime he was with you, you’d either be wearing the most tiniest skirts and shorts, thighs squeezing out the bottom and ass out, or your tits would be spilling out your top. he knew what these other guys thought and he didn’t like it. can’t you see he’s trying to be a good friend here?

of course you can. you’re just a fucking vixen who thinks it’s fun to tease him. he notices how you slightly grind against his thigh when you sit on his lap. he notices when you purposely wear the shortest skirts and shorts paired with the most sinful top when you both have “study sessions” together. he can’t help but jerk off to photos of you when you leave. it makes him dizzy just thinking about how pretty you are.

he’s only brought out of his own thoughts when he hears the sound of the shower starting. ajax’s mind began to race with thoughts of your body. his pretty cock had gotten erect and warmth took over his face. too much was taking over his head, poor baby.

ajax took out his aching cock and began to stroke it. he teased the slit of his tip, pretending as if you were the one who were doing it. his whines and whimpers were soft and quiet. he knew it wasn’t right to jerk off to his bestfriend knowing she’s in the shower and could come out any second but it felt so good, how could he not?

he breathes a quiet “fuck” into the empty room, strained and heartfelt and just for you. the snake-haired boy’s face was hot and flushed, eyebrows furrowed. his strokes had progressively gotten faster as he was getting close to cumming. little did he know, the shower had already stopped and you were standing there, waiting for your bestfriend to notice.

arousal pools between your legs as you watched for longer, hearing his soft voice speak of your name so shamelessly. you think it’s cute how stupid he must think you are. or maybe he doesn’t and he gets off on being known for being so pathetic. whatever it is, it makes you feel hot all over, like you’re doing something bad. ajax was too focused on his himself to even notice that the noise of the shower had stopped so you had decided to take matters into your own hands.

“look at you. pathetically calling out my name as you stroke your pretty cock,” his eyes shot open, humiliated that he was caught jerking off on his bestfriend’s bed. ajax stammered on his words, trying the best to explain himself as you walked towards him. how cute. “no need to explain ‘jaxy. i can help you if you need me that badly,” you giggled as you sat on his clothed lap, facing him. your arms were wrapped around his neck, towel barely holding together as if its life depended on it. “you looked so pretty with your eyes shut like that.”

ajax’s face had gotten even more hot and flushed if that were even possible. a small smile crept onto his face. “do you need help or not ‘jaxy?” he shamelessly nodded his head, eager to feel you on his cock.

you threw the towel, it landing someplace elsewhere in the dorm room. your tits were on display for your bestfriend. you smiled at how cute he looked. his pretty eyes had made contact with yours, you could’ve sworn you saw little hearts. his lips were then on yours, loving the feeling of your tongue dancing with his. your hands were wandering all over his chest, slowly moving closer to his cock. he would occasionally moan into the kiss the closer you got, sensitive as fuck. you needed some type of friction and began to grind against his thigh, beyond happy he still had his jeans on. as your hands were slowly stroking his cock, he needed more, craved for more. ajax began to buck his hips as his hands were sweetly caressing your cheek.

you pulled away, gasping for air. “you're so cute," you coo, running a hand through his hair. he's squirming underneath you, trying to bring his lips to yours once again, but instead your thumb presses against his parted lips. "poor baby, does ‘jaxy want a kiss?”

he nods desperately, groaning loudly as he pulls you closer. his hands are on your waist, hips wantonly bucking up into yours. he's pulling you closer, your tits pressed up against his chest, thoughts swimming as he begs pathetically for you. “think you deserve something a little more. what do you want me to do ‘jaxy?”

“just.. fuck me, ruin me, use me all you want. wanna be in you so bad, baby.. please?” you giggle, finding his neediness cute. you rise from his lap, taking his throbbing cock and adjusting it to align between your folds. you hiss in pain as you sink down on his cock. “y’know, you’re so pretty when you look like this,” you sighed softly, taking in the view that lay right in front of you.

ajax’s small groans and whines had gotten louder once you had started bouncing all over him. each upsurge of your ass down on his thighs feels more potent than the last. he senses his mind on the verge of collapse every time your cunt swallows his cock. “‘m gonna-“ you cut the snake-haired boy off by pressing your lips against his, picking up your pace to make him cum. “keep going, sucha good boy huh,” you coo. his hands were on your hips, helping you slam yourself onto his cock. he was digging his fingers in your flesh, bound to leave bruises.

“mhm.. ‘m yours. yours-” he attempts to speak but you make it so difficult to even breathe, let alone refuse the ectasy you’re giving him. being straightforward, he wouldn’t trade this for anything else in the world. you feel absolutely seraphic on his pretty cock, so tight, and squeezing him for all he’s worth but it’s almost too much for poor ajax.

he slams you down on his cock one last time before painting your walls white, groaning and panting. “you did so good baby,” you cupped his face, kissing him everywhere.

they make some of the best works out there

tattoo this on me it was so good

*Wednesday opens a box*

Wednesday: “Enid sent us snoods.”

Eugene: “Enid sent us nudes?”

Wednesday: “Yeah, they’re in this box right here.”

*Eugene runs to the box and digs through the snoods*

Xavier: “Why would Enid send us NUDES?”

Wednesday: “Because she loves us.”

Xavier: “Oh my god.”

Bianca: “It’s SNOODS, you idiot!”

Wednesday looks at all of them in confusion.

Xavier: We thought you meant she sent us nudes.

Wednesday: That’s what I said??

And then they explain to a visibly disgusted Wednesday that some people take naked pictures of themselves with their phones and send it to people on social media.

damn, eugene really thought he heard 'nudes' and ran

As Long As You’ll Have Me ~ Dwayne Robertson

CW:shameless fluff, Dwayne being a romantic

Tagging: @collieflower215 @sophie-i-guess13 @juneberrie

Additional notes: This was written based on a scenario I sent Liz, who is now preparing to write for The Mighty Ducks over on her page

This is x gender neutral reader!

“Well, I’m goin’ to bed,” Dwayne’s grandfather announced, standing up slowly.

“You kids have fun.”

“Not too much fun,” his mother warned, following her father inside the house.

The Texan night was suddenly quiet, peaceful in the arms of Dwayne. His family had all gone inside. Voices chattered distantly inside the house but it all seemed to be miles away.

You watched as the flames of the campfire danced. Red and yellow ribbons of scalding heat intertwine while sparks jump and dance. It swayed in the wind and a shiver ran up your spine. Dwayne pulled you closer.

“They like you,” he said suddenly. You looked up at him from your head’s place on his shoulder.

“Yeah?” You questioned. He nodded, smiling proudly.

He rested his forehead against your’s and gripped your hands a little tighter. Crickets chirped all around you, buzzing excitedly. Texas was nice, you had learned.

“Mama likes you especially,” he chuckled. This made you smile. “Hasn’t stopped talkin’ about you since she met you.”

Dwayne’s mom was a wonderful woman, small and curvy with flaming red hair and blue eyes. She was kind and gentle, but good at being tough when it’s needed. She’s the one who raised Dwayne to be so respectful. The minute you had been introduced it was as if she’d known you for years.

Dwayne went quiet for a moment. His thumbs brushed across the skin that covered your hands. All you could feel and see was him. You liked it better that way, anyhow.

He kissed your knuckles quietly, seeming to be in deep thought.

“You thinking about something?” You asked. He just hummed in response. Then Dwayne took a deep breath and looked up at you. His dark eyes lit up against the fire.

“You love me?” He asked. This was a common question. Most of the time he asked it just to hear you say you loved him. This time, however, it seemed different.

“Of course I do,” you replied. You missed not a single beat, having heard the question before, before adding, “why?”

Dwayne shook his head, shrugging. His brown eyes gazed deeply into your’s. He smiled and placed a kiss to your lips. Then he kissed you again and again. Again and again and again. That’s how it always was, how it always would be. A change in state wouldn’t make it any different. He loved you just the same.

When he pulled away, you were met with his red face. It wasn’t from the fire, either. Dwayne’s face got red when he was nervous. But what did he have to be nervous about?

“I got this for our one year,” he chuckled awkwardly, “but I dunno if I can wait that long.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black box. You felt your heart ram against your ribcage, knowing full well what was inside.

He opened it up and grabbed what sat inside. He fumbled with his hands before grabbing your’s. On your finger he slipped a simple, silver band. The cold metal hit your skin. Dwayne flipped your hand over, kissing you palm.

“What’s this?” You asked. Maybe that was all you could say. Dwayne took in a sharp breath and looked back up at you.

“Like I said, this was supposed to be for our one year.” The words came out as a chuckle. But then he paused, silent for a moment. “But I couldn’t wait that long ‘cause I keep fallin in love with you more every day.”

He scooted closer to you, his hands holding your’s gently. Dwayne stared at you with eyes like you had never seen. He looked at you with eyes that made you think that there was something worth seeing.

“People have said that first loves don’t really last but I don’t think I’ll ever meet someone who makes me feel what you do. And now that I think about it, I’m pretty sure I wanted to love you. You made me feel…warm. I liked that.” You sucked in a breath sharply.

“I never loved you on accident,” he whispered, voice suddenly dropping.”

He pressed his forehead against your’s once more. Your breathing had become uneven, ragged. Maybe it was due to the tears that threatened to well up in your eyes. Maybe it was the way your heart was about to jump out of your chest. Maybe it was just him.

“When’d you get to romantic?” You asked quietly, weakly. Dwayne chuckled and you followed along.

You pulled your hands away from his to observe the ring closely. You slipped it off your finger. It was simple, a silver band. But on the inside of the ring there was an engraving. It read:

‘No matter where, no matter when.’

You smiled down at your ring. Dwayne caressed your cheek with his hand and pulled you in for a kiss. It was sweet, genuine. This kiss didn’t have the fun, playful feeling like others always did. This one was deep, harder even. It said everything that couldn’t be spoken.

“I love you,” you whispered. It made no sense for anyone else to hear it. As long he knew, you would be okay. Dwayne smiled, kissing you in reply.

“I’ll be your’s as long as you’ll have me.”

And he kept staring at you. His gaze never budged. And maybe that’s why you swore to never let him go. There was a sky full of stars, and he was staring at you.

so i’ve recently become obsessed with a trilogy of disney movies from the nineties about children playing hockey…

How do you not hook up after a conversation like this

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Sarah Tuckerman (October 1885)

In season 5 Tory murders every single man in the valley and then tracks down Aisha and they share the most passionate, tender kiss the history of the world. And then everyone claps