Popping out of my hermatage for this. Thanks to @ryebecca for the photo and @blue-aconite for pointing out the mole because it made my mind WANDER.

I’m imagining reader and Jake on the beach, maybe he’s playing football with the guys or they are doing a low key day with their new puppy. Either way, she’s zeroed in on the mole….thinking about being between his thighs later on and caressing it while she gives him the filthiest bj known to man.

Anywho, happy Sunday everyone.

IVY GET BACK HERE

AHSKSKAJAIS I- BRRRRRRRR

daily reminder that there is absolutely nothing normal about being expected to waste a majority of your life at a corporation to survive instead of indulging in better life experiences ✨

In the 1960s it was a common speculation that by 1980 the typical work week would consist of 4 days. And by the year 2000 we’d be working no more than 3 days a week.

Because of computerization, automation, and better efficiencies in workflow.

Guess what happened instead?

nightly routine | b.b.

pairing: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x wife!reader

description: in which our sweet bradley helps a sleepy reader with her nightly routines

warnings: teeth rotting domestic fluff with a brief shower scene and a few suggestive lines sprinkled in

word count: 1.2k

His fingertips massaged your scalp as he worked the sweet-smelling shampoo into your hair. The familiar scent it left on the pillows of your shared bed was one he knew would be burned into his memory as long as he lived. Hot water streamed down on the two of you, helping to wash away the stress of the work day. Thankfully, it was Friday, so you would finally get a day to yourselves tomorrow.

Bradley leaned down to place a kiss on your shoulder before he shifted you back under the water, letting you rinse the bubbly mess from your hair. You failed to hold back a yawn as you did so. “Someone’s sleepy,” he teased. Your eyes were closed, trying your best not to get soap in them, but you just knew there was a soft grin playing on his lips.

step 1: conceptualize fic

step 2: plot out intricate details of fic

step 3: avoid actually writing fic

step 4: eventually get bored of fic and abandon it for a new project

step 5: repeat.

I don't have the link for it, cause my friend sent it through IG.

BUT YES GLEN I WOULDNT MIND DOING SO!!!

ahhhh i have this one saved and ooooo we eating good w this edit

unpopular opinion: rooster’s flight suit ignorant strut ignoring mav > hard deck slut walk? 

Wanna Bet?

Summary: Y/N meets up with her boyfriend Rooster and their friends at The Hard Deck after visiting family for a month. They start betting on their game of pool to make things interesting. Co-written with my friend @callsign-fox!!

Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of sex but no actual smut. Minors DNI 18+.

A/N: Thank you to @a-reader-and-a-writer for proofreading this for us!!

Y/N walked into The Hard Deck, the small building already packed to the brim with people. Her plane had just landed when she received a call from her boyfriend asking her to meet him and their friends at their local bar. Y/N was excited, especially considering she hadn’t seen anyone for three weeks as she decided to take a trip and visit her parents on the east coast. While the trip was a nice break, she missed Bradley more than anything.

Y/N glanced around the bar in hopes to catch sight of her tall, tanned boyfriend as he always stood out in a crowd. Once her gaze found the pool table, she caught a glimpse of him and their friends already gathered around drinking and chatting.

Making her way to the back, Y/N’s stomach fluttered with butterflies upon seeing Bradley. Although they had been dating for a few years, any time she spent with him felt like the first time. She was absolutely crazy about him.

POV: they’re judging you

The Boyfriend Experience - Part 2 / 2

7k words of Rooster being your super wonderful, pretend plus one! A few swears, but it’s the Navy, goddammit! The fluffiness should make up for it. 

The Boyfriend Experience 1 / 2

“Thank God you didn’t catch the bouquet,” Rooster rolled his eyes as you wandered back, bored. “Could you look any less interested?” he bit back a smile.

“I could, yes,“ you told him, patting his cheek with a gentle thwack as he chuckled.

”Well, you made sure I didn’t have a run there to fake propose in front of all these witnesses. Left my fake engagement ring in my dresser drawer back at base,” he snapped his fingers. "Fuck.”

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This way gorgeous and amazing. My heart is fluttering, it was wayy to relatable for this lonely friday morning. I loved it, you really are so fucking talented! Thank you so much for writing this!

First ofcourse the dances, the sweet sedding boyfriend vibes. Then walking home, and the bit at her place? Gosh that was amazing and real and it made me feel things! The doubt is woven through the words, it is so well done. ♡♡

FLORENCE PUGH Photographed by Josh Shinner

The 2 birds per stone factoid is actually a statistical error. Astroid Georg, who fell from the sky and killed 38 billion birds, is an outlier and should never have been counted.

Meteorg

My kink is husbands & wives who are still portrayed as very much in love with each other, because even after years of commitment and kids, they still talk to each other, go on fun random adventures and try new things. No resentment. No portrayal of marriage as a chore. Just actual love.

This Isn’t What It Looks Like - Hangman x Bartender!reader

summary: Hangman is totally, 100% over his ex … he just needs a fake girlfriend to prove it.

WC: 5.2k

a/n: let’s take every cliche romance trope and turn it into a Hangman fic, shall we?

warnings: mentions of sex, swearing

“No, absolutely not.”

“What?! Why?” Hangman’s leaning over the bar, staring you down intently while you finish up the closing tasks of the Hard Deck. You ran the last call bell awhile ago, happy to see everyone closed out promptly. Everyone except Hangman, that is. No, Hangman continued to linger until you said goodnight to the last patron. Then he approached, marched right up to where you’d been cleaning with that charming grin spread across his lips. You knew you were in for it.

“Do you know how ridiculous this sounds?” Hangman just shrugs. “You want me to pretend to be your girlfriend to prove to your ex that you’ve moved on … which by the way you so clearly have not.”

“I have. And … yes?”

“You think we can act like we like each other enough to convince her we’re in love?”

“I don’t see it being a problem.” His eyes flicker across your face before dropping to your body, giving it a quick once over. Heat rushes to your cheeks, despite the fact that it’s not the first time Hangman has looked at you that way. 

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Omg the way I just laughed out loud on the metro...