#pgfr

[redfox-san]

One of my favorite moments of @enjayas‘s fanfic Please Get F*cked Responsibly, in chapter 8. This fic is one of the most langst things I’ve ever read, xD

PGFR is part of Please Drink Responsibly series, which it’s huge, but really worth it every chapter. Give it a try!!!

This series It’s GONNA KILL YOU, but you will love it, LOL.

PS: It supposed to be a comic, but I gave up trying to edit my messy sketches in this way.

[enjayas]

Most underrated moment of PGFR: The first kiss that never was. 

Featuring pre-PDR klance. Keep reading the series if you want to find out how Keith eventually gets that kiss. ;)

Commission by @stamtnek. TYSM!!! I'm so happy this scene was finally drawn!! And the background details!! <3 <3

Read here:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/10841472/chapters/24067320

[enjayas]

Idk if someones already told you but seventeen by Troye Sivan is perfect for pgfr!

Oh heck, you’re right… I love a lot of his songs!

[enjayas]

IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING. GET WRECKED.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12032556/chapters/29401977

[enjayas]

Commission by @punkflunked from Chapter 4 of Please Get F*cked Responsibly  Baby boy Lance, trying to look cute, waiting for Silver (Lotor) to show. He doesn’t and Lance spirals. Lots of angst.

He descended the stairs into the club with an air of determination. He had every intention of sleeping with Silver that night and wasn’t about to back out, no matter how much his stomach flip-flopped. He grabbed a drink at the bar before working up the courage to wander up to the guard in front of the door to the back room. The suited man recognized him, nodded a greeting, and boredly hit the side panel. The door hissed and slid open. Lance smiled and stepped inside, donning his smoothest of appearances despite his racing heart.

“Good evening my-” He stopped.

The table was set with it’s usual tray, a set of glasses, and a tall bottle of alcohol and was adorned with a dark tablecloth that had clearly been laid with the expectation of company. Its neatly creased edges and hung down equally on both ends of the table. That was all normal. It was the couch that Lance stared at. He swallowed as the door hissed shut behind him, leaving him in pitch blackness. All he could hear was the sound of his own breath, falling a little heavier than normal. The couch where Silver usually sat waiting for him… was empty.

Well this is new…

Lance’s eyebrows twitched. “All right, Silver, come on out,” he smirked cockily and waited for hot breath to grace his neck or a strong arm to wrap around his waist.

“Is this a game? I like games,” Lance said enticingly, taking a few careful steps forward, listening intently for the man’s approach. “I can play all night,” he masked his unease. Silver had never not been there before. Lance wasn’t sure what he was up to. He waited, but the room remained silent and still. It appeared he was truly alone.

Using the light from his phone, Lance fumbled along the wall until he found a switch and flicked it on, giving the room its usual purple hue. He wandered over to the half couch and sat, checking the time on his phone. It was well within their usual window, maybe a little on the early side but still. Lance furrowed his brow.

He’s probably just running late…

He’ll show up soon, and when he does, I’ll be ready!

Lance lay back on the couch. He passed the time by trying out sexy poses he could be in when Silver finally arrived. He turned on one side with a knee raised and propped his face up with one hand, framing it with a finger gun. He tried on a sly smile. It felt a little cheesy, so he rolled onto his stomach, bent his legs at the knee, and gazed seductively at the door. He held that pose for a few seconds then thought of a better one. He kicked his legs over the back of the couch and lay on his back with his arms draped around his head, hiking up his shirt to expose a few inches of midriff. Lance carried on, trying some other positions until he grew bored and settled on his side in no particular pose at all. He inched into the spot where he had slept, skin against skin, next to Silver the week before. He sighed, remembering the gentle hands that had tickled over his body, the soft lips that had kissed his skin until he’d fallen asleep, and the tight arms that had held him in the morning. Lance groaned and kicked his legs in frustration.

Where is he…

There was a growing tightness in his chest coupled with a pang of doubt in his gut. Something felt off. Lance’s poured himself a drink to calm the churning in his stomach.

He’s gonna be here… He assured himself and drained his cup all in one go then poured himself another.

A tedious thirty minutes later Lance was on his back, bored, and nursing a healthy buzz. He sighed and scrolled through his social media for what must have been the tenth time. Something shining on the back of the sofa caught his eye. He delicately pulled free a silvery-white strand that had been caught in the fabric of the couch.

His hair…

He held it up and twisted it between his fingers, watching it shimmer in the dim light. It was incredibly stupid the way his stomach was somersaulting, and Lance was mildly annoyed by it. But, he also wanted to see Silver so badly.

Did he forget? How could he forget…

Frustration was rising inside him, and the alcohol wasn’t helping keep it at bay. It had been well over an hour, the clock ticking closer to midnight. Sometimes they were already done by that time. Lance started to think that Silver wasn’t going to show.

No, he distinctly said ‘see you next week’…

Lance could picture it clear as day and touched his cheek where the man had planted a kiss - a promise - just after. Lance had to believe he was coming. He had to. Silver wouldn’t let him down.

And so he waited…

I mean, he’s the head of a gang… he’s probably got important things to deal with…

Things more important than you… a mean part of Lance’s mind said. He scrunched up his face and refilled his glass.

And waited…

Maybe he’s punishing me for trying to get his name…

I guess I kind of deserve it…

And waited.

Or… maybe he’s…

sending me a message…

The bottom of Lance’s stomach finally dropped as it had been threatening to all night. He lay on his back staring into the dark, emptiness of the ceiling. He never would have tried to get Silver’s name if he’d known it would end up like this. He hoped against hope that it was only punishment, that it was only temporary, that he hadn’t pissed Silver off to the point that… He winced. The other explanation kicking around in his mind was far worse.

Maybe he doesn’t want to see me anymore…

He looked at the silver strand still draped across his palm and felt cold inside. It was a stark contrast to his last visit.

Is that it? Is it over?

He lugged his body up to a seated position, not wanting to believe it. He leaned his elbows on his knees, turning with the silky, white strand between his fingers. He watched the time tick over to 12:45 on his phone. The last bus back was just before 1am. He let the strand of hair slip through his grip and watched it waft gently to the floor.

Lance sighed to himself, his shoulders falling slack. He dragged himself to his feet, swaying a little from draining half the bottle on the table by himself. He tucked his hands in his jacket pockets and gave the room a final once-over. It was time to go home. Silver wasn’t coming.

[enjayas]

Please Drink Responsibly AU

KEITH IS FINALLY GONNA FIND OUT ABOUT LOTOR. 

 HERE IS YOUR PREVIEW.

 EXPECT AN UPDATE TOMORROW. 

 BYE.

[enjayas]

If you’ve read Please Get F*cked Responsibly, you can imagine why I nearly FELL OUT MY DAMN SEAT AND DIED ON THE FLOOR when Lotor said this line. 

Like, HOW DID I KNOW?!?

[enjayas]

SFW version of a commission from @alluraw One of my favorite scenes from chapter 2 of Please Get F*cked Responsibly I’ll post the NSFW version later ;)