#/ vi is one man calling him 'just okay looking' to being like 'fuck love!!!'

[moonspower]

💦 : Is your OC’s attractiveness based on looks or a more intangible aura?

💘 : Is your OC a very good flirt? Are they charming?

💐 : What is their courting style? How would they woo someone?

✨ @countlessrealities. meme. still accepting!

💦 : Is your OC’s attractiveness based on looks or a more intangible aura?

in MY honest onion, virote's got both looks and vibes in spades. intimidatingly pretty even. and beautiful in a way that's really just like… editorial, high fashion. he's serving face, body, looks every moment of the day. especially face. perfectly manicured nails, some incredibly thick and jet black hair, and that dior lip glow + glass skincare combo? nah, he eats everyone up it can't even be contested lol.

virote really embodies the famous marc jacobs party dress code:

FUR COATS OVER LINGERIE, LIP GLOSS, JERRY HALL SIDE-SWEPT HAIR, SEQUINS, GOLD LAMÉ TURBANS, PATTI HEARST SYMBIONESE LIBERATION ARMY GEAR, ROGUE, ROLLERINA CHIC, SHEER HAREM PANTS, MINI SKIRTS AND MUSCULAR LEGS, PLATINUM RECORDS AS HEAD GEAR, SEQUINS, GRACE JONES BUTCH REALNESS, GLOSS-Y SKIN, BLEACHED EYEBROWS, SLITS, RIDING IN ON A WHITE HORSE, SEQUINS, SKY HIGH STILETTOS, MIRRORED AVIATORS, METAL MESH, COWL NECKLINE HALTERS, OR EYES OF LAURA MARS CHIC. NO FLAT SHOES. NO MATTE SURFACES. NO NATURAL LOOKS.

aura is on one hundred, too. he's so confident and smart and funny… vi has a scary aura almost lgfjdglkd. scary in a way that he really just does and says what he wants, when he wants, and does it with a smile on his face.

but men rarely find him attractive, so that's on them and their bad taste.

one day he's going to be recognized as the Hottie™ that he actually is. but he knows that everyone is just looking at an expensive steak with nothing but grocery store salami money.

💘 : Is your OC a very good flirt? Are they charming?

complete shit at flirting, he struggles navigating flirtatious situations. i think with the right man he does really well, but i think he realizes he's kind of underdeveloped in terms of romance like that lol. and it kills him but he tries. virote's charming around the right people, i think. most of the time he might come off as a little too whimsical, artsy-fartsy, and in his own head. virote doesn't really try to flirt either. you either find him attractive or dont lol. be charmed by his finesse or dont! but as im about to say in the ask below... he's so discouraged he doesnt even try anymore.

💐 : What is their courting style? How would they woo someone?

ya boy dont rly got one… lol. it's just kind of all natural with him. he has no style for trying to woo someone. you are either lulled into his little moonlight dazzle or not. i think the concept of trying to woo someone kind of embarrasses him. makes him feel like shit like that is just trying too hard. i think his courting style forreal though is that he's your homie, you're his homie, y'all homies, and you find his weird little habits kinda cute for some reason.

also every time he flirts he gets rejected so um.

he just does not do it anymore. lol. :/ he stopped trying lolll.

[little-diable]

First Impression – Billy Butcher (smut)

I'm back on my Billy bullshit, y'all just have to endure it. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader needs a date to a gathering, and since Hughie can't keep any of her secrets, she finds herself tangled in a fake dating situation with Billy

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, choking, fake dating, friends to lovers, the reader has awful parents

Pairing: Billy Butcher x fem!reader (2.5k words)

“Just say it.” Billy’s voice echoed through her kitchen, darkening eyes set on her frame. An expression torn between embarrassment and annoyance tugged on her features, forcing a sigh to leave (y/n). She momentarily turned her back on Billy, allowing her eyes to flutter close while she took a deep breath. “C’mon doll, spit it out, I don’t have much time eh?” 

“Fucking Hughie.” The words left her like a whisper, making a breeze into a storm so furious no people surrounding her were safe. “Look, just forget it, okay? I’ll figure it out.” 

“No, that’s not the way we do it, and you know it.” A somewhat amused smirk began to widen on Billy’s lips, hand running along his beard as he kept watching her. It felt like he was interrogating her, which he kind of was, though not because of any supe mess they were tangled in, but because Hughie couldn't keep his fucking mouth shut.  

“Fine. I need a date for a family thing, I’m done with being looked down on because I apparently can’t keep a man for long.” Billy’s raspy chuckles flushed another wave of embarrassment through her, body finding shelter on the kitchen chair vis-a-vis his. Billy studied her for a few more moments, dragging out the passing by seconds he clearly found enjoyment in. 

“And you want me to be your date? Could have just said so, love.” He leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smirk, arms crossed in front of his chest. (Y/n) fought against the angry groan wanting to leave her, making a silent promise that she’d strangle Hughie the next time she crossed paths with him. 

“I don’t want you as my date.” She stared him down, eyes challenging his without needing to speak any further words. Both knew that Billy had her trapped, both knew that Hughie knew all about the emotions both harboured, emotions not shared with one another once. 

“Why don’t I believe that? But, you sure you want your parents to meet me?” Amusement dripped from Billy’s words, slowly rising to his feet to round the table, hand finding her chin before (y/n) could pick up on his movements. “I wouldn’t make the best impression as your boyfriend, would I?”

“You’re a fucking cunt, Billy, but Hughie’s right, you’re my best shot.” His thumb ran along her lower lip, tongue kissing his teeth as he pondered over her words for a few beats of his calmly pounding heart. 

“Well, what’s in for me then?” 

…… 

“Fuck, doll, you want me to concentrate on anything while you wear this?” Billy’s eyes wandered down her frame, taking in the dress she was wearing, fingers aching to feel the fabric. His cock twitched in his dress pants, begging to feel her close, wanting to bury himself inside of her as she’d choke on his name.

The memory of their first night together haunted Billy whenever he got a few minutes to let his thoughts wander, caught up in the sounds she had produced, her whimpers, moans, and the sweetest call of his name. Fuck, he wasn’t proud to admit that he had fucked his hand to the thought of her whenever he needed a quick relief ever since that night – something he had been aching for since he had been fortunate enough to bury his face between her tights. 

“Don’t give me that look, Butcher, otherwise we won’t make it to my parents' house.” Her chuckles left him smirking, hand taking hers as he walked her to the car, helping her inside. She didn’t pick up on the “Would that be so bad?” leaving Billy, unable to let go of the memories of (y/n)’s naked body thumping through his mind like a shot of Compound V. 

The drive went by too quickly, though (y/n)‘s eyes kept flickering down to the hand placed on her knee, thumb stroking circles into the fabric. The heat his touch pushed through her left her trembling, wondering if it was humanly possible to feel whatever she was now held hostage by. 

“So, you always run around dressed up like this when meeting your parents?” Billie’s teasing grin had an all too familiar touch to it, and yet she still wasn’t used to seeing it directed at her. She had always envied those that managed to gain his attention for longer than just a few seconds, painfully oblivious to the way he stared at her for minutes whenever she wasn't looking.

“You‘ll understand once you meet them.” 

……

“Fuck me, how did you turn out like this with an upbringing this fancy?” Billy murmured the words against her skin, breath fanning her neck as he held her close. Their eyes wandered through their surroundings, taking in the strangers that filled her parents' mansion. (Y/n) barely recognised any of the people walking past her and Billy, not sparing the two a glance. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She turned around in his grasp, eyes finding his as she sipped on her champagne, hand finding the back of his neck. He looked undeniably handsome, the suit hugged his frame perfectly, an unfamiliar, welcomed view, even though (y/n) would always prefer his Hawaiian shirts. 

“Oi, you know exactly what that means, eh?” His smirk left her giggling, eyes rolling as she murmured a soft “You cunt”. Their bickering was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat, forcing (y/n) to meet two pairs of all too familiar, curious eyes. Her parents stared at her and Billy, all too obviously wondering who the man was. 

“Mom, dad, it’s good to see you.” She shared a quick hug with them, nothing warm nor soft, perfectly matching the rather distanced relationship she and her parents had never worked on. “That’s William Butcher, my boyfriend.” 

“Nice to meet you.” Billy shook their hands before his hand found his way back to (y/n)’s waist, softly squeezing her side. He could tell that she didn’t feel comfortable, counting the passing by seconds till they could leave without her parents noticing. 

“Well, it was time for you to finally settle down. Let's hope you won't mess it up this time. You two should come visit soon, now, if you’ll excuse us.” With an almost pained gaze she watched her parents disappear, blending in with the big crowd all too easily. Only the pressure Billy used to squeeze her waist managed to rip (y/n) out of her thoughts, forced to blink away her tears before she dared to meet his dark eyes. He studied her for a few seconds as if he was looking at a painting, trying to decipher symbols, trying to match meanings to colours. 

Wordlessly Billy began to pull her through the crowd, fingers interlaced to keep her close. The chilly air wrapped itself around them like a translucent veil, hugging their limbs as they walked through the quiet garden. (Y/n) wasn’t used to feeling Billy close, at least not this close, and yet it felt as if she had dared to taste the forbidden fruit, already addicted, unable to work against the crush she had harboured for endless weeks by now. 

“You okay?” His murmurs broke the comfortable silence, hand finding (y/n)’s warm cheek. Their eyes didn’t dare break contact, forced closer together till not even a piece of paper would fit between them. Billy had always been gentle with her, not daring to toss her around like the rest of his crew, but the way he looked at her in this very moment was unfamiliar, nothing she could pinpoint. 

“I’m used to it, it keeps on hurting, but I’ll be alright. Thank you though.” A few more moments passed before Billy closed the gap between them, lips finding hers. Her surprised gasp rumbled through her, vibrating on the lips that moved in sync with hers. (Y/n)’s hands found his neck, toying with the dark hairs she had pulled that night when he had fucked her into oblivion, making her forget her own name. 

“Want to get out of here, doll?”

……

The door to her apartment fell close with a thud, sound swallowed by the moan leaving (y/n) as Billy hungrily kissed her. His hands worked on her dress, letting the fabric fall to the ground, with his suit jacket following moments later. Wordlessly she guided him into her bedroom, thoughts set on the orgasms he’d push through her system that night, desperate for any kind of distraction. 

Both parted to allow Billy to undress, giving (y/n)’s eyes the chance to wander up and down his frame, already aching for his touch, needing to feel his hands on her skin, between her thighs and on her chest. With only their underwear clinging to their frames, they found one another again in her bed, sharing kisses as Billy pressed her against the mattress, trapping her. 

“Won’t be gentle with you tonight, doll, hope you know that.” She could only moan in response, begging him to leave his marks, to remind her of the power he held over her. Billy’s mouth found her collarbones, kissing them as his hands worked on her bra, freeing her breasts. Ever since they had slept with one another all these weeks ago, (y/n) had tried to mimic his touch whenever she was needy for another high, and yet she had never managed to take care of herself the way Billy could. His big hands worked on her breasts, tugging on her hardening nipples, sucking on them to force a few more moans out of her. 

She felt his cock pressing against her thighs, aching to feel her wrapped around him, to feel her close. Though before (y/n) could even dare to think of touching him, Billy murmured her name, commanding her to hold still. 

“Hands over your head where I can see them, tonight is all about you, doll.” A whine of protest left her, a sound Billy couldn’t help but chuckle at. His eyes kept staring her down as he worked on her panties, pulling them down her leg to gain access to her dripping folds. “You’re soaked, baby. All for me, huh?”

“Fuck yes, just for you.” The second his tongue brushed her folds, (y/n) threw her head back, allowing her body to produce the most sinful sounds. Her heart was racing in her chest, working on the adrenaline he pushed through her, leaving her trembling beneath him. Billy’s tongue worked in wicked ways, pushing her closer to the edge in no time as he dug his fingers into her skin to keep her close. 

“How many can you take, eh? Two? Three?” (Y/n) couldn’t reply, eyes squeezed shut in order to stop herself from giving in, not yet ready to let this moment pass. Without another warning, Billy pushed two fingers into her tightness, spreading her walls like his cock would do in a few minutes. His name rolled off her tongue like a prayer, and yet the moment was too sinful for any god to hear the call, letting the devil darken the clouds above them. “Atta girl, so good for me, don’t know how I’ve managed to refrain from fucking you for the past weeks.”

She wanted to reply, wanted to tell him that she had struggled just as much, and yet no words managed to push past her lips. All (y/n) could do was choke on her gasps, on the whines he coaxed out of her, about to let go. But Billy knew her body all too well, letting go of her before she could fall from the cliff, allowing the heavenly feeling to rush through her. 

“Condom?” (Y/n) pointed towards her nightstand, watching him pull the silvery packet free as she was catching her breath, trying to find words she could use to curse him, hating him from pulling away too soon. Her lust drunken eyes watched Billy free his cock, rolling the condom down his twitching cock, aligning himself with her heat. 

One of his hands found her throat, keeping her pinned to the mattress as he pushed into her, forcing her walls to adjust to his girth. Both moaned in unison, foreheads pressed together in a desperate try to ground themselves. Their hearts kept skipping beats, unable to hold back as Billy started moving, building a ruthless pace that made (y/n) claw her fingernails into his shoulder. 

Their bodies moved together, skin meeting with every thrust that pushed them closer to the edge. Billy’s hand tightened its grip on her throat, heightening her senses, making her blood rush in her ears. (Y/n)’s gasps for air left him smirking, finding a sick sense of satisfaction in the way he had her trapped, how easily he could guide her body like he was owning her. 

“Billy,” she moaned his name, glassy eyes finding his, begging him to keep on going. “Fuck I’m close.” The sensation he had ripped from her moments ago was back, flushing through her system like a drug, pushing her towards the edge once again. He didn’t reply, kept ruthlessly snapping his hips against hers, not daring to let go just yet. 

“Look at you, drunk on my cock, so desperate for me.” His words left her groaning, eyes fluttering close as her orgasm washed through her without another warning. With a smirk tugging on his lips, Billy watched her come undone, fucking her through the sensation till his own orgasm started to rock through him. 

Their trembling bodies stayed connected for a few more moments, trying to catch their breaths before Billy parted from her. He got rid of the condom, wordlessly cleaning her up with a towel, careful not to put pressure on the marks his lips and fingers have left on her skin. 

“You okay?” He kissed her, arm finding her waist to pull her close. She nodded her head as a content sigh left her, head placed on his chest. His fingers drew shapes into her skin, letting his thoughts wander till her soft whispers interrupted them. 

“Will you leave again?” (Y/n) could still remember the morning she had woken without him near, disappearing in the middle of the night. Back then she hadn’t been able to bite down her hurt, feeling used by the man she couldn’t help but long for. 

“Do you want me to?” Their eyes met as (y/n) tilted her head towards him, hand cupping his bearded cheek. She gave it a few seconds before she softly kissed him, murmuring a quiet “Never”.

[seeingivy]

the scouts

roommate eren x f!reader 

eren’s hometown friends have a lot to say. vis a vis you. 

**find the series masterlist here

content warning: galliard slander, irritable bowel syndrome, mikasa don’t gaf, connie and sasha are thieves, lying??, carla yeager being a sunshine, eren being a cheeky little shit, laxatives 

an: alright. feast my children. pls keep ur little memes and drawings and funny comments coming bc I love them (and they incentivize me to write chapters faster so I can seem more of them LOL) - also @togemayo and @rebeccawinters your connie and reiner cameos have ARRIVED, love you da mostest 

previous part linked here

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“There’s no way in fucking hell you called me about this. I am a grown man, with a child. I’m above stupid shit like this.” 

“Fuck you, Galliard. Pieck would help me with this, you know that.” 

“Then call her. I’m going to block you.” 

“You don’t think I tried that? I would never willingly talk to you, like ever. Please, Galliard, just tell me what to do.” 

“Twerp, you’re giving him a necklace, not proposing marriage. You’re not going to look desperate if you walk to a fucking soccer field and just to give it to him.” 

“Okay. Are you sure?” 

“I’m hanging up now.” 

“Like really. You’re not just saying that, are you?” 

“Don’t call me unless you’re dying. And even then, you better have tried every other person you know before you ever dial this number again.” 

Static. Fucking asshole hung up on you. 

Eren has a soccer game today. He’d let you know early on in the week that he wouldn’t be here to make breakfast for you on Friday because his family and a few of his hometown friends were coming to watch the game. Apparently, this game was a really big deal - some type of rivalry type thing with another university. 

You weren’t going. Obviously. You had stopped going the second Hitch took your jersey, because it was too embarrassing to think about going now. I mean what are you even supposed to wear now? And what’s the point of going if Eren’s with her and she’s going to be there? 

Yet here you are, waiting in the line outside of the stadium. Everyone around you is decked out - forest green shirts, face paint, streamers - and you can already tell that this game is way more intense than the ones you had been to. In the past, it would be you and maybe five other people in the stands, spread out doing homework. But this game looks like it’s going to be packed. 

All the more reason to do this. 

to jean-boy

you: hey. are you at the game today? 

jean-boy: yeah. on the field with min. they’re all warming up. 

you: i didn’t realize this game would be such a big deal lol. 

jean-boy: yeah. I think everyone’s kind of anxious. eren hasn’t made a single goal all morning and he’s getting more pissed each time he tries 

you: doesn’t help that he left his necklace at home 

jean-boy: the key necklace? did you bring it? 

you: yeah. that’s why im here. i remember he said something about like he always loses games or gets hurt or something when he doesn’t wear it. thought i’d bring it so i don’t have to help him to the toilet when he breaks his legs or smth. 

jean-boy: meet me in the back. ill let you in so you can give it to him. 

You awkwardly wait in the back of the stadium, teetering on your heels as you wait for Jean. You’re just giving him his necklace. It doesn’t mean anything. He won’t know that you like him because you’re just giving him his good luck charm. You’re being a good friend. Anyone in your position would do this. 

“Hey.” 

“Hi Jean.” 

“What are you wearing?” 

You look down, only now paying attention to the outfit that you were wearing. You didn’t think it was that bad - black jeans and a blue cardigan. 

“Why? What’s wrong with it?” 

“You wore the rival's colors.” 

“Okay? Arrest me, Jean.” 

“No, it’s like a thing. You can’t wear the rival's colors. Armin and Eren are going to make you change the second you get on the field.” 

“You guys are so superstitious. It’s just a shirt.” 

He shakes his head as you both walk through the door, pacing across the turf as he sets out to look for Eren. All the players are running on the field, kicking balls in between each other, hitting them into the nets. You spot Eren at the end, his head in his hands as he talks to Armin on the side. 

“Hey. Found him. You can go back, I’ll just give it to him and leave.” 

He nods, leaving your side as you make your way over there. You walk up just in time to catch the end of Armin and Eren’s conversation, your ears burning. You shouldn’t have come. 

“How do you know you love Annie? Because, sometimes I think I love her, Armin.” 

You can pretend like that one didn’t sting. You clear your throat, the two of them turning their backs to look at you. You watch Eren’s eyes nearly boggle out of their sockets as Armin drops the water bottle he was holding, at the sight of you standing there. Armin awkwardly walks away as Eren walks up, his eyes still flashing in shock. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“What happened to hello? How are you? My name is?” 

“How much did you hear?” 

“None of it. Did I miss something important?” 

You see his shoulders relax, pushing out a sigh of relief. First he calls you his best friend and then he can’t even tell you he thinks he might love Hitch?

“Yeah, you almost heard about my murder plot. It all started that fateful day, when I let you move into my apartment.” 

“That was months ago. Surely the opportunity must have presented itself. Knife to the back in the shower…smack me across the head with a frying pan…” 

“I’m playing the long game. You’ll never see it coming.” 

You both laugh, with you rolling your eyes as the silence settles around you too. You can see the stands filling up at your sides, the anticipation building in the stadium. 

“Um so-” 

“What are you wearing, Y/N?”

“We’re not doing this, Eren.” 

“You have to change. Like now.” 

“I’m not walking around in my tank top, Eren. It’s cold. And I’ll leave anyway, I just came to give you this.” 

You hold the key necklace up, dangling it between the two of your faces. You watch his eyes light up as he takes the necklace from your hands. He then cups your face in his hand and presses a kiss to your fucking forehead, before putting his arms around you and spinning you in the air.

“Oh my fucking god, thank you. You brilliant, brilliant girl. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’ve been missing goals all morning.” 

Your brain is malfunctioning. You’ve literally picked up Eren from parties in the dead of the night and he’s barely even said thank you when you did that. This is all it takes? A fucking necklace and he gives you a forehead kiss? 

He sets you down, still flashing you a bigger than big smile as he latches the necklace on. 

“You’re not missing goals because you weren’t wearing the necklace.” 

“Yes. I was. We’re not having this argument right now, especially when you’re wearing that. I have something you can wear.” 

You hear Armin walk up, holding two jerseys in his hand. 

“Way ahead of you. She can wear mine or yours. Everyone else put their spares in their lockers already.” 

“Mine. Thanks Armin.” 

“Don’t tell me you believe in this too, Armin?” 

“Just put it on. If you don’t, Eren will blame you if the game goes wrong.” 

Armin walks away, leaving the two of you standing again. Eren’s holding the jersey out in front of you, waiting for you to put it on. 

“Full disclosure. I will blame it on you, if we lose kitty.” 

“It’s just a color.” 

“No. No, it’s the principle. Think about it. My girl can’t be wearing the rival colors on our sides of the stands. That’s just a bad omen..like we’re asking to lose the game or something.” 

My girl. 

“I’m leaving, Eren. I just came to give you the necklace.” 

He puts his hands on your waist, spinning you around to turn you towards the stadium, where everyone was sitting. He leaves one hand on there, his other sliding down to your wrist. 

“What are you doing?” 

He lifts your hand up, shaking it in front of the stadium. 

“This isn’t the time for a puppet show, Eren.” 

“Look at the second row, towards the middle.” 

You squint your eyes, scanning the entire row. And then you fucking see it. Eren’s parents and his brother. He’s making you wave at them. And they’re doing it back, nearly jumping to return the gesture.

“Eren.” 

He spins you back around and he fucking smirks at you. 

“You waved at them. Now, they’re going to expect you to go sit with them. For the entire game, mind you. Meaning you’re staying, so you should put it on.” 

Asshole. 

“Unless you want to leave my mom hanging?” 

“Give me the jersey, Eren.” 

He flashes you a winning smile, clearly delighted with his victory. You unbutton the ends of the cardigan, slipping it off and switching it with Eren’s jersey. He reaches forward, pulling out the ends of your hair that were tucked into the jersey as you smooth it against your clothes. 

“So.” 

“So.” 

“Win your game or whatever. Without the help of your stupid necklace.” 

“Planning on it, peaches. Necklace and all.” 

He pokes the side of your cheek and flashes you one last smile as he runs back onto the field, right in front of the goal. You watch as he centers the ball in front of him, kicking it into the net on the first try. He turns to the side, pointing at you after making the goal, as he mouths four words.

I told you so. 

- 

You tap Zeke on the shoulder, the three of them turning their heads towards you. 

“Hi. Mind if I sit with you guys?” 

The three of them jump up - Grisha shaking your hand very excitedly, Zeke crushing you in a hug, and Carla cupping your face in her hands, pressing a kiss on both of your cheeks. 

So this is where Eren gets it from. 

“We’re so excited you came, sweet girl. We were hoping you would find your way over here when we saw you on the field.” 

You nod, Carla squeezing your hands in hers (another thing Eren gets from her, you’re sure of it). You settle in the seat next to Zeke, brushing your sweaty palms against the ends of your pants. You can see the game is starting as they all take their places on the field, Eren giving the four of you one last wave. You look at the group of people seated directly to your right, the four of them waving back at him too. 

And then you remember. Eren’s hometown friends came down to watch his game. 

You take in the sight of the four of them. You can recognize the girl at the end, farthest from you. Mikasa - Eren’s childhood best friend, the two of them and Armin were inseparable. The two in the middle you recognize as well, from the polaroid that Eren had in his wallet. They’re both arguing with each other - with him pulling her hair and her elbowing him in the sides. The fourth boy is entirely unrecognizable to you - broad shoulders, short, messy blonde hair. 

You tap him on the shoulder. 

“Hi. You’re one of Eren’s hometown friends, right? My name is Y/N. I’m his roommate.” 

At the sound of this, the four of them turn their heads, turning to face you. 

“His roommate? Since when?” 

“Yeah. We’ve been living together since the start of the semester.” 

“Reiner, there’s no way in hell right? He kept going on and on about how he was going to finally have a bachelor pad this semester.” 

“There’s no fucking way. He literally hated having a roommate. Remember when he threw up on Samuel’s bed on purpose when he was drunk?” 

Mental note, Reiner’s the one with the blonde hair. The three of them turn their heads towards Mikasa, who's still watching the game. You’re not sure when she showed up, but Annie’s sitting at her side - the two of them linking their arms together as they sit. Right. She must already know Mikasa since her and Armin have been dating for a while. 

“Mikasa. Did you know about this?” 

“He may have mentioned it once or twice to me, Connie.” 

Buzzed hair is Connie. Connie and the girl in the middle open up the space between them, gesturing for the two of you to sit between them. You don’t miss the look they give each other as you sit down, the two of them smiling deviously. 

“I’m Sasha.” 

“And I’m Connie.” 

“It’s nice to meet you guys, really.” 

They both smile, linking their arms with yours as they start staring at you more intently. 

“Say. Do you mind answering a few questions for us?” 

“Sure.” 

“How did Eren become your roommate?” 

“I kind of had these sucky roommates last semester. They kind of didn’t mention that they didn’t want to room with me anymore so I kind of switched around at staying at my friends place while I tried to look for an apartment. I couldn’t find one after a week and I met Eren at Armin’s and he offered.” 

You watch the three of them, Reiner leaning over now, widening their eyes at you. 

“He offered? To house you, a woman, another person, in his apartment, willingly?” 

“I mean, I think so? I think he might have felt bad or something. I’m not really sure why he did it.” 

“I might have an idea.” 

At Reiner’s comment, the three of them start giggling, like they’re all in on some joke you’re not quite sure of. 

“Do you like Taylor Swift, Y/N?” 

“I do, Connie. Is it that obvious?” 

You feel Connie shaking your arm, nearly jumping out of his seat. 

“Me too. What’s your favorite album? Favorite song? Folklore or Evermore?” 

“Probably, Reputation. For the song, I think maybe Sweet Nothing? And definitely Evermore over here.” 

Reiner reaches over and smacks Connie on the back of the neck, mentioning he was getting off track. Off track of what? 

“Say. Have you ever…played Taylor Swift for Eren or something?” 

“Um, not exactly playing it for him but I kind of have a tendency to sing in the shower sometimes. But also, he did willingly watch the Reputation Stadium Tour without me prompting him to, so I think it’s growing on him.” 

At this, Connie and Sasha lean over, their faces a few feet from yours. 

“I fucking knew it. That playlist is about you.” 

“What playlist?” 

You watch Reiner pull out his phone, opening out his Spotify app. The three of them are still smirking - the same way Eren did when he trapped you into staying at the game. 

He hands you Eren’s Spotify profile, with exactly one playlist on it, called peaches. The picture is the one from when you and Eren went to see Kenny in the city, only your hands in view as you pet the cat the two of you saw on the street. 

You scroll through the playlist, with well over a hundred songs - most of them being Taylor Swift. They are organized by album, a few songs picked out from each one. Meaning, Eren went through each album and picked out the songs that he liked. Just because you said you liked Taylor Swift. I mean, it did have to be about you. It is called peaches. 

“So. Is it about you?” 

“Uh, yeah. I think so, Connie. Those are my hands. And he calls me peaches, because of my shampoo.” 

Mikasa leans over, interjecting in the conversation. 

“Did he make you switch it? The shampoo?” 

“Uh, no. I think he likes it?” 

“Hm.” 

Mikasa leans back, sharing a look with Sasha. 

“Is that a big deal or something, Connie?” 

“Kind of. Eren got really bad food poisoning from some peach flavored concoction Reiner made him once in high school. The smell makes him want to like vomit.” 

“It wasn’t a concoction, it was a protein shake. How was I supposed to know that dragon fruit was basically a laxative?” 

“We all told you. Like six times.” the three of them respond, rolling their eyes. 

Sasha and Connie unlink their arms from yours, turning their attention back to the game. The four of them interject once in a while, lost in their own conversations, but your head is still buzzing from the one that you had with them. 

Eren has a playlist. That he made for you. He spent hours probably - listening to each song, picking out the ones he liked. 

“Say. Did Eren ever mention us?” 

“Hm. Well, I knew about Mikasa - Armin and Eren have both mentioned her. And I’ve seen a picture of the two of you before, Eren has one in his wallet. But no Reiner, never mentioned you.” 

“We have his wallet.” 

Reiner taps Zeke on the shoulder and pockets the wallet from him. Sasha and Connie reach over, pulling out the dollar bills first - equally dividing the cash between the five of you and stuffing her share in her pocket - before returing it to Reiner, who pulls out both polaroids. 

This is when you realize your mistake. Because the polaroid of you kissing his cheek is still in his fucking wallet. You watch Reiner pull it out and hold it out in front of Connie and Sasha, the two of them shaking you in their arms as they all scream in your ears. 

“You guys are so cute! We fucking knew it. When did you start dating?” 

At the sound of that, you see Carla turn her head out of the corner of her eyes, slightly shuffling over to see what you two are talking about. And then your mistake gets even worse. Because then Carla runs over, kissing you twice on the cheeks again and literally bursting out of happiness at the news. 

“Oh, I’m so happy for you two. I knew something was going on. And I even told Eren, he better get a move on because a girl like you doesn’t stay single for long.” 

“You would be shocked, Mrs.Yeager.” 

She takes her hands into yours, squeezing twice again. Fucking Yeagers and their hand squeezing. It’s almost impossible not to like them. 

“Take care of our boy, okay?. He’s really sensitive and emotional, which I’m sure you know already but he means well. Really. And let him take care of you too. He’s told me that you’re a little bit more closed off at times, but he would never hurt you. He cares about you, so so much. It’s you two, on the same side, always.” 

And you can’t do it. You can’t tell her the truth because…she’s just so excited. So happy for the two of you. The way she’s holding your hands in hers, kissing your cheeks, doting over you. She’s so excited that it’s you. You don’t want to be the one to tell her that her son has no interest in you. 

So you don’t. 

“I will. Take care of him, I mean.” 

She smiles widely again, crushing you in your arms as he gives you another hug. 

Now you have to find Eren. And tell him that you just told your mom that the two of you are dating. 

-  

You find him at half-time, outside the locker room. He’s lying on the bench with two of his teammates, ice packs pressed to each of his foreheads. 

“Ren?” 

He immediately sits up at the sound of your voice, pulling the ice pack off his head as he stands up. He gestures towards the walkway, the two of you walking back down to the stadium. 

“Everything okay, kitty?” 

“Uh. I might have messed up.” 

He stops, turning to face you. 

“What did you do?” 

“Promise you won’t be mad, Ren?” 

“I could never be mad at you. You know that.” 

Right. Okay. Just tell him. That’s when you start rambling. 

“Well. I met your friends - they’re really nice. Connie and Sasha stole some of your money, though. And Reiner was basically telling me about how he gave you Irritable Bowel Syndrome with a peach smoothie he made you, which is weird because you call me peaches but they were insisting that you hate them. Right, so I told them that you keep a polaroid of them in your wallet - because it’s so cute and I would want to know if I was them -  and then they pulled your wallet out and the other polaroid was still in there. And then your mom saw and she was just being so…so sweet that I didn’t have the heart to tell her we weren’t really together.” 

He’s staring you down. Green eyes, forehead scrunched up, lips in a straight line. Stop paying attention to his fucking lips. 

“So. Let me get this straight. You told my mom that…we were dating?” 

“Yes.”

“That’s it?” 

“What? 

“I thought you killed someone or something. That’s not a big deal.” 

“How is that not a big deal? I just lied to your mother. And told her that we were dating.” 

“Yeah. I’d probably do the same thing if I was in your position. She probably gave you that whole lecture right, about how we need to take care of each other, how I’m all sensitive and emotional?” 

You’ve got to be kidding me. 

“Yeah. How’d you know? 

“She gave me the same one after she met you. Even I didn’t have the heart to tell her I wasn’t dating you. I just told her I liked you, that’s all.” 

“Oh. Okay. I was like freaking out about it.” 

He locks his fingers with yours, squeezing twice as the two of you continue to slowly walk. 

“It’s okay. I’ll deal with her. She just really likes you, that’s all. They all do.” 

“Okay. You sure it’s okay? You’re not secretly mad at me right?” 

He looks over, giving you a lopsided grin, the one that makes your heart skip a beat. 

“Really, kitty. I could never be mad at you. And I know you. There’s nothing nefarious going on up here.” 

He takes his fingers, tapping on your forehead. 

“How do you know? This could all be a part of my secret plot to be the new Mrs. Yeager.” 

“Bullshit.” 

You nudge into him, making him stumble to the side as you both make it to the front of the stadium. 

“And why’s that?” 

“Because. You wouldn’t need a secret plot if that’s what you wanted.” 

He taps the end of your nose before lifting the bar to run back on the field to finish the game, leaving you more confused than when you arrived here.

Stupid Galliard. He always gives terrible advice. 

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Different Kind of Love || Part VI

Pairing: CEO! MobBoss! Natasha Romanoff x Assistant! Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Working for Natasha was never easy and being a low-level assistant for the CEO wasn’t where you thought you’d be after working your hardest for 2 years. After catching you in tears on Christmas Eve, Natasha’s cold ways start to warm up.

Dark Themes | Language Warning |Mentions of Sexual Assault | Violence | Kidnapping | DARK! Natasha | Mentions of Blood | 2.1K | 

Notes: Dylan’s dialog is meant to sound like how a 5-year-old would talk and his nickname is Dyl and not a misspell.

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Dylan cried in the arms of the neighbour when Natasha came running into your apartment with worry. "Aunt Natty" he reached for Natasha who protectively took him into her arms. "What happened?" Nat asked the neighbor, "I'm not sure. I heard some commotion and thought it was the couple 4 doors down, they fight all the time but after a while I heard this little one crying and when I came out to make sure everything was okay, he was just standing there in tears, he won't say what happened" the older women explained. 

"Dyl?" Nat rubbed his back in hopes to calm him, "What happened honey? Where's your mommy?" she asked as she sat down on the sofa with Dylan clinging tightly to her, "I want mommy" his tears rolling off his cheek and onto Natasha's shoulder. "I know buddy, how about we go find her?" Nat suggested trying to get the little boy to give her an answer if he had seen anything. "Should I call the police?" The woman asked, "no, it's okay, I'm sure things are fine" Nat smiled softly. 

"Man took mommy" Dylan sat back in Natasha's lap looking at her with red puff eyes, "what man?" Nat wiped his tears gently, "tall man, he said he will take me but mommy said no and he took her" he explained as more tears filled his eyes, "I want mommy" he added crashing back into Natasha's arms. 

"I might call the police" the neighbor suggests but Natasha shook her head, "it's okay, I'm a lawyer and it sounds like somebody's f-a-t-h-e-r came by" Natasha explained, a lie but enough to keep the woman from informing the police. "Oh, right. Is there anything I can do?" she asked, "It's okay but thank you for being here for him" Nat smiled softly before Natasha took Dylan into his room, "let's pack you some things to take to my house, do you remember the pool?" she asked while Dylan hugged her tightly, he nodded, "I promise we'll find mommy, okay?" She looked into his blue eyes, Dylan couldn't see it but Natasha was fuming.

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"You!" Natasha stormed into the room where Kane was being held, "Woah there boss!" Bucky moved aside seeing the steam coming from her ears, "Where is she?! And don't you dare fucking lie to me!" She pulled Kane closer to her by the collar of his shirt, "I don't fucking know! You've had me fucking chained to this chair all afternoon!" Kane spat. 

"Bucky, your gun! Now!" the redhead demanded without taking her eyes off Kane. "You're going to kill me over some stupid woman who lies?!" Bucky handed Natasha his pistol before she pointed it directly between Kane's eyes. 

"Where is she?! Who took her?! I know you had something to do with it!" 

"I told you; I don't fucking know! Maybe she took off with my son again" 

"I'm so fucking tired of your voice!" Nat shot a bullet into Kane's right foot, "FUCK!" He screamed in pain as Natasha walked behind him, pulling him back by his hair and getting close to his left ear. "I don't care what happens to you, do you understand me? I had plans to have you dead before sunlight but since you want to play a game of cat and mouse, I'm going to make this very hard for you. Tell me who cut you free, I have a gut feeling they might have Y/n. If you tell me that you don't know once more, I'm going to start by cutting off each one of your fingers then I'll move to your toes before my pal Bucky over there starts pulling your teeth out one by one! So, I suggest you start telling me what I need to know" 

"Do your worst! I'm not telling you shit until I see my son!" 

"Your son?" Natasha chuckled as she harshly pushed Kane's chair back on all 4 legs, "Do we still have that shaw we used on that fat bimbo that wouldn't stop squirming like a headless chicken?" she turned to Bucky who nodded, "oh man, you're fucked" Bucky chuckled as he looked at Kane before grabbing the shaw from the other room. 

"Dylan isn't your son, not a single part of him has your blood in his veins and you can keep telling yourself he's yours as much as you like but that boy, that beautiful little boy will never see you or even hear a word about you after I'm done" Natasha took the shaw from Bucky and asked him to leave the room. "I can't wait to pull you apart" she smirked as she walked over to Kane who clenched his jaw to prepare himself for what was to come. 

Kane's index finger on his left hand was the first to be dropped carelessly at his feet, the room was music to Natasha's hears as Kane begged her to stop and uselessly squirmed in hopes of somehow freeing himself from the chains. He knew then that he'd gotten himself into a dangerous game and only Natasha could make the rules. 

"You're not so tough now, are we?" Natasha smirked as she wiped Kane's splattered blood from her hands. Kane's eyes were glued to his finger that laid at his feet, "You're fucking crazy!" he spat before looking up at Natasha. "Why? Because I cut your fucking finger off? I gave you a chance, more than one actually, to tell me where Y/n was and who let you free and you said no. So, wouldn't that make you the crazy one?" She waved the shaw in her right hand as she circled around him. 

"I told you; I don't know where she is!"

"Then let's go back to the other question!" Natasha grabbed his next finger, "who cut you free?" she asked looking him in the eyes. "You're going to have to do a lot worse then cut some fucking fingers off you crazy bitch!" spit from his lips landed on Natasha's cheek as she chuckled at his words. "Alright then" she replied before pulling Bucky's gun from behind her and letting another bullet off, this time into his thigh. 

"Fuck!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. "Oh, I should probably remind you that nobody can here you down here" Natasha placed the gun on the steel table to the right, "Now, are you going to tell me who cut you free or will I get the pleasures of shooting you in the nuts because that, that would be such a joy for me" 

"Why are you doing this?!! All I wanted was to be in Dylan's life!" Natasha smiled softly when she saw the tears streaming down his cheek. "Why? You want to know why I'm doing this?" She pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Kane. 

"Because this is my city, and you fucked up. 5 years ago when you carelessly assaulted my friend and tried to tell everybody she consented to it, do you remember that? Do you remember spiking her drink?" Natasha lent back waiting for an answer, "I asked you a fucking question"

"Y-yes! Okay! Yes!" Kane admitted as he looked up at Natasha, "I did it okay, I fucked up! But I'm sorry and I don't want to hurt her or Dylan! He's my kid, just want him to know his dad!"

"Don't worry about that, Dylan will know exactly what you are" Natasha informed the bleeding man, "Yeah, the crap y/n and you will tell him" Kane muttered. "Crap? No, when Dylan is older and starts asking questions about you, he will know exactly what you did. That you sexually assaulted his mother, that you stalked them for the first 5 years of his life, that you had his mother kidnapped. He'll know everything, I promise you that" Natasha explained looking directly into Kane's eyes. 

"And what about you huh? What are you going to tell him about you?!" 

"Boss, sorry to interrupt but Kane's phone won't stop calling" Bucky entered the room before Natasha could reply, "it's an unknown number" he added. Kane's jaw clenched telling Natasha everything she needed, "give me the phone" she said, her eyes watching every movement on Kane's body. "13 missed calls, somebody seems popular" Nat looked down at the screen after taking it from Bucky, "I'm going to answer the next call and you're going to talk normal; can you do that?" she asked Kane.

"What's the point?! You're going to kill me either way, aren't you!" Kane spat causing Natasha to roll her eyes and sigh, "if you fuck this up, yes" Her reply was cold but honest. The phone started vibrating before Kane could say another word, Nat answered and placed it on loudspeaker before looking up at Kane once more. 

"Yo, Kane! What the fuck man? I've been calling!"

"Y-yea, uh, sorry, had no cell service" Kane replied while looking at his phone in Natasha's hand. 

"Fuck man, I got worried that Natasha got to you again" Matt chuckled, "anyway, I have Y/n and before you start, she's fine" he added. Natasha raised a brow at Kane as he threw his head back knowing, "Thanks dude, I'll be there in like 25 minutes, I've just gotta do some stuff first" he replied with his eyes closed. 

"Copy that, see you soon!" Matt spoke before Natasha hung up the call and threw Kane's phone harshly against the wall. "I hope you traced that call Bucky" Nat looked over her shoulder, "You sound like you have little faith in me" he said with a nod, "as for you, I'll be back" Natasha winked at Kane as she stood from the chair. 

"You can't leave me here like this! I'm going to bleed out!" 

"I tell you what" she turned to him, "when I get back and Y/n is safe, I'll make sure to bring my good friend who is a doctor. We'll remove the bullets and patch you up, maybe even give you a lollipop if you're a good boy, how does that sound?" she chuckled giving him false hope. "You're sick!" he spat, "maybe, but I'm not the one chained to a steel chair with a missing finger and two bullets in me. Sit tight, I'll be back" she spoke as she made her way over to the door. 

"Do you want me to come with you or have you got this?" Bucky asked as he closed the door behind Natasha, "you need to go back to my place and watch Dylan, flash your little police badge at him and talk to him about fire trucks and whatever he likes. He's going to ask for his mother, just tell him aunt Natty is bringing her home" she explained while the two walked through Natasha's bunker. 

"Really? You're putting me on kid duty? Come on" 

"Hey, I need somebody who's a good shot and knows how to make as little noise as possible. If anybody comes for that boy, you do what you have to. I've got the maid watching him at the moment, send her home. I won't be long" Natasha ignored Bucky's annoyed look as she grabbed her favorite pistol and took a photo of Bucky's laptop of the location of Matt's call. "You're going a lot for these two, are you sure it's worth it?" Bucky questioned. 

"Just wait until you meet him, you'll understand"

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Bucky watched as Dylan played with his toys on the living room floor of Natasha's condo, in his own little world but sad as Bucky could see the dried stream on his cheeks where his tears once were. "Hey little dude, I'm James but you can call me Bucky" he smiled softly before sitting on the sofa as Dylan looked up at him, "Mommy said not to talk strangers" he spoke softly while he still moved his fire truck back and forth on the rug. 

"I'm a friend of Na, I mean, I'm a friend of your aunt Nat" 

"You are? Where is aunt Natty?" Dylan asked looking up at Bucky with his big blue eyes that were tried and scared, "She's picking up your mum" Dylan smiled almost instantly, "She found mommy?" Bucky nodded and smiled as the young boy's eyes lit up. "What's your name little man?" Bucky asked, "Dylan, but you can call my Dyl, that's what mommy calls me sometimes" Dylan's tone changed, and Bucky could tell how eager he was to see his mother again. 

"Do you want to play with me? It's no fun playing by myself" Dylan asked as he offered Bucky one of his fire trucks. "Sure, little dude" Bucky smiled and kindly took the toy from Dylan before sitting on the floor with him, "that's my favourite truck! It can go really really fast and the doors open, look!" Dylan boosted, no longer worried for his mother's whereabouts.

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8.1.2023

The other post couldn't fit any more images but I still wanted to add a bunch lol anyways, I'll continue stuffing extra screenshots just 'cause :D

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intro: he is such a good king. also, this power is really admirable (hot imagery too)

update I: aaaah you go, you two <3

update II: I'm gonna melt I'M MELTINGGG I love himmmmm I love him so much

update III: aw lol he's adorable

update IV: excuse you, but Satan is MINE, not yours. MINE MINE MINE <3

update V: pls don't hinder him, let him collect money stop him at once

update VI: go ahead, sweetie how come Jjyu is being so quiet and not roasting your butt

update VII: 'thick eyebrows' they say that to my face when his eyebrows are thinner than mine tf u mean thick eyebrows what does that make my eyebrows then, bushes? I like them

update VIII: omg Mammon calls Beelzebub 'Bell' noooo that's so cute shut up shut up shut up aaaah they talk about Beelzebub and my heart + interest both go STONKS➚

update IX: goddamn, punching an unconscious Leamas, are we? Mammon doesn't seem to be the violent type though, and he seems to have something in mind, so I'll see where this goes

update X: BIMET'S IN THE CHAT WITH PPYONG, SITRI AND MC NOW TOO YESSSS

update XI: because I love you for educational purposes, honey

update XII: who's gonna tell him that MC is a hobo too? But be gentle about it, pls you don't want him to faint from shock, do you?

update XIII: kwksnjsjs eeeeee but how did he change his attitude and mind so quickly

update XIV: so Mammon doesn't trust Leamas due to a gut feeling, and it's said that Mammon's intuition is always right. And there's something about Nina...

update XV: no, it's not! Not at all! Gimme some

update XVI: someone is really romantic <3 By the looks of it, he seems to really, really like MC, so I'm going to go ahead and say that he's the type who falls in love first, and falls in love fast. SO CUTE

update XVII: "let me enjoy my date" his smile is so cute, it's almost contagious <3 and HE? IS SO, SO LOVABLE Also! There's an upcoming H-scene let's hope I can make it there first which means that MC leaving with Mammon is going to be followed with MC feeling unwell again (and logically, Mammon should be the next one to have some fun *inkling boy voice* WHOOPEEEE)It's strange that Satan didn't interject this time though TAKE YOUR LADY BACK

update XVIII: SCREECHING ANGELS INCOMING ONCE AGAIN Now close your eyes and answer me this: CAN YOU HEAR ME SCREECHING??? On the inside, of course. This poker face doesn't melt off that easily (edit 3: man, there are 36 angels, but that would've been totally fine if it weren't for how ¾ of them were of the red screaming type + there's such little space so there's no actual way to distribute your team properly besides a horizontal line. Having the demons so close to each other is the only possible 'distribution,' which means that they die like flies one after the other and ughhhh)

update XIX: this is horrid. Putrid. Vile. Grotesque. Those screaming monstrosities won't stop coming the H-scene must really be something, huh? Whatchu gonna do, Mammon?

update XX: several very, very fruitless attempts and team deaths later... Well...I have materials, and I have keys. So what do I do? FUCK IT, WE BALL *shudder* DO ONE 10-PULL, that's what! This hurts my heart knowing my luck, I'm not going to get even one L card lmao But I'm curious about something and want to confirm whether it's going to happen or not. All this time, my intution has told me that I'd get Andrealphus on my first ever 10-pull with lesser keys. Am I right or wrong? Stay tuned! (it wounds me to take this risk and spend 30 of my precious keys, but here goes nothing sob sob PLEASE let this be worth the sacrifice)

update XXI: UHHHH???? HEHEHEHEHEHEHE broooo lol omfg I AM GIDDY I WAS RIGHT LOL I can't even bring myself to feel salty about not getting an L card that's a fucking lie, yet it's also the truth BUT OMGGGGGG

update XXII: okay, I calmed down some I think Anyways, I got Marbas and Buer too (I'm holding all of Lucifer's guys hostage now. Is this a sign that I will pull Lucifer himself once his card is launched? God do I hope it is but it probably isn't) And I also sob pulled another Ppyong and another Gusion (you're so damn hot, Gusion, but WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME??? I WAS HOPING FOR AN L CARD BEELZEBUB GODDAMMIT let's be honest tho, I knew I wasn't gonna get ANY L card) does this mean that Gusion likes me as much as I like him? Is my admiration so powerful it transcends screens and reaches the virtual world? Because boy...<3 but if that were the case I should have also pulled Satan and Beelzebub BUT I GOT ANDRE OH GOD THIS FEELS LIKE A DREAM I CAN'T BELIEVE IT AND I CAN'T BELIEVE I WAS RIGHT I SHOULD REALLY TRUST MY GUT MKRE OMG SJDBKLSJS I also have this illogical, intense desire to care for him binge-upgrade him, but I want to save materials for L cards I might never get...still, I have a feeling he won't disappoint despite being close-range, so I'm going to upgrade him to level 20, try him out and see how he does

update XXIII: "the devil who eternally gazes at his lover with blind eyes" is such a tragic and romantic sentiment, so much so that I suddenly actually FEEL inspired to write and give him more emotional anguish but will I actually find the energy to do so? Nobody knows

update XXIV: THAT'S THE FIRST THING HE SAID I KNEW IT FROM HIS INTRO QUOTE BUT HE SEEMS SO ROMANTIC AND GENTLE AND HE'S MAKING ME SAD I LOVE HIM ALREADY back to lowercase now

update XXV: So! I just tried him out in Dark Sanctuary for jello pudding that looks like jello and WHAT. THE. FUCK. HE'S AMAZING. HIS ULTIMATE ATTACK??? YOU GET A PROMOTION BBY and his chibi and its animation are so cuteeeee (edit 1: aaand I promoted him, he earned it) I haven't forgotten about Marbas either! HE'S A HERO <3 I kind of did forget about Buer though so I'll try him out tomorrow (edit 2: I lumped Buer and all my new guys into the gang and sent them out to THAT battle. And honestly? I was surprised at the improvement. I can make it to 15 angels left with people actually alive now lol Buer's not too bad, I'm using him to heal Satan but those screeching abominations won't let Satan live much. And this is kind of dark but it's funny how Andre sounds like he's having a mental breakdown when he's defeated lol)

update XXVI: he's intent on breaking my heart. I don't want MC to sleep with him, I want her to hug him and stroke his head and kiss his eyelids until he falls asleep or at the very least do all these things for him in the H-scene

update XXVII: I know the drill by now. If I don't manage to pass this hellhole of a battle by day 3 of being stuck on it, that means desperate measures a long ass wait, but I'll put up with that because no more lesser keys will be spent for now I swear it upon my honor

Wow though, is this the high you people who regularly do lesser key pulls feel? I feel powerful and I didn't even pull an L card lol because Andre may be an S in-game, but to me he's an L and because my gut was right

9.1.2024

update XXVIII: I like how 3-77 actually has the nerve to say 'lv. 49 required' when I'm sitting here with barbecue sauce on my titties a LEVEL 89 Satan and still getting obliterated to no end. 'Lv. 49 required' must be code for '2+ lvl 49 L cards needed to save your life'

update XXIX: I made it to 6 remaining angels and lost lol but I'm not really THAT pissed about it because when I first tried my hand at this battle I would constantly go down with 20+ angels out of 36 remaining, then it got better with 15 angels left, and I eventually managed to make it alive *gasp* to the final 6! That's great improvement and it hopefully means that there's a chance of getting past this woooo but I hope that if I do succeed, 3-78 would be kinder, and by kinder I mean—for the love of God, for the love of all that is holy—NO. SCREAMING. ANGELS. At least, not batches upon batches of them because my God man, they just keep on coming

update XXX: I finally passeddddd God bless each member of my team for making this possible, but I extend special blessings to Marbas, Astaroth, Andrealphus and Satan lol Now onto the next battleeee

update XXXI: PASSED! THE H-SCENE IS SO CLOSE OH MY GOD sknfdbksk it's going to get it's own post, because I always have a LOT to say and a bunch of screenshots to share, more so when it comes to H-scenes, so...IT'S GONNA BE MAMMON ISN'T IT

update XXXII: angels are in the sky and the girl is busy being horny greedy how surprising

update XXXIII: yup it makes perfect sense that he would react to her thinking 'I hope that's mine' but fuck he's so cool

update XXXIV: excuse me, but...'your muscles'?

update XXXV: oh man that's kinda soft I love that he's so happy he fell silent

update XXXVI: dude he's so happy and he wants to hear her say that she wants him again that's so adorable wtf Mammonnnn

update XXXVII: sir! Be careful with my heart

update XXXVIII: ROFL BRUH NO I CANNOT And to make it even funnier? SQUISH SQUISH

update XXXIX: the H-scene is up next! I have no doubt about it now—it's Mammon this time. But Lord, I feel sort of nervous lmao my heart is acting weird and my stomach is going *knot knot* inspired by squish squish all this and I haven't even seen the intro screen to the scene for a hint yet lol ANYWAYS, LET ME GET TO IT IN ANOTHER POST BECAUSE I PROMISE, I WILL HAVE A LOT TO BLAB ABOUT SAY

update XXXX: Mammon was right about Leamas, apparently. Thought so...but I have a bunch of battles to beat before I can see what Leamas has to say, so good luck to me lol Because wow, now that I'm almost finished with Chapter 3, even the 'normal' battles have gotten considerably harder pls be nice, I have but one L card there's constantly 30+ angels, and many of them are usually the ones that shit spikes release spikes (honestly though, anything is better than the screaming ones which I'm sure are coming soon) and they're spawning fast, making up masses and hoards lmao it's hard depending on one character to save everyone else's asses, man so I'm sometimes having to repeat more than once to get by

10.1.2024

update XXXXI: so Leamas's real name is Samael and he and Nina love each other, and I'm assuming he was punished for that. I know angels have rules to abide by, but talk about unjust...

update XXXXII: guilty gems get an honorable mention today

update XXXXIII: Satan about to threaten Mammon if he were going to say that MC is his, followed by Mammon saying that he changed his mind since he decided to be MC's, and then MC being like 'that's new. Anyways, moving on'? lol

update XXXXIV: I. LOVE. SATAN <3

update XXXXV: Leamas took MC with him. Damn, I wonder what's going to happen now and where he's going to take her and Nina. Everyone is going to come to MC's rescue, there's no doubt about it, but what's gonna happen BEFORE THEY DO? I'm so excited though, I'm gonna start Chapter 4 in a few! At least, I hope I can then again, logically, the boss fights are always a lot easier than normal battles, so I should be good! (edit: DONE! Those human-looking angels are so cute lol they look like soft little dolls. I want one)

TIME FOR CHAPTER FOURRRRRR

edit: WHAT. THE??? AN H-SCENE. RIGHT AT THE BEGINNING OF CHAPTER 4. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. IT HAS TO BE BIMET'S BECAUSE BELIAL IS STILL IN THE HOSPITAL OMFG AAAAAH SKNZBKDB

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No Kisses | KTH Chapter VI: Boo Found Her Kitty

Pairing: Captain of the Football Team fuckboi Taehyung x Class President goody two shoes Reader

Genre: FWB AU-ish, enemies to frienemies? with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, angst?? I guess

Summary: It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.

Chapter VI: Boo Found Her Kitty || Series Masterlist

You hummed a song from this boy group Hoseok showed you earlier today, and you couldn’t get it out of your head. Something about butter or whatever. You closed the microwave door and pressed popcorn before it started. You felt so fresh and relaxed after the long shower you gave yourself. You did a mask, shaved, exfoliated your scalp and body, and deep conditioned your untamed hair.

Your hair that was usually up was now down and resting at your lower back. At this stage in your life (or surprising genetics), your strands were naturally wavy, and you didn’t have the patience to style it, thus always being in a ponytail or braided. However, you loved your hair and its length, so you refused to cut it.

You were in a pinky bralette with flimsy blue shorts that barely covered the indent to your butt, a habit of rarely wearing clothes when you’re in the comfort of your home. Your glasses sat perfectly on the bridge of your nose as you waited for the popcorn to be done.

You waited for Yoongi’s text, hoping he’s still okay with your movie night. But knowing him, he was the type to either fall asleep or just come to your house unknowingly. You also don’t care how you dress in front of him like this. It never fazed him. He explicitly said you weren’t his type as well.

It felt good having time to yourself. Usually, you were in school, working, or with Taehyung. Though you longed for the man, it was nice that the both of you had a night to yourselves. You missed him, though, and wondered if he was having fun and enjoying the presence of his friends. But these thoughts weren’t going to ruin your Friday night. You will spend time with your friend and watch Monsters, Inc. 

You heard a knock on your front door. With a smile, you happily rushed to the front door to invite your best friend.

Without hesitation, you opened the entrance. “I knew you’d ma—Taehyung?” You stopped yourself in shock. While his presence eventually became welcomed, you weren’t expecting him. Yet there he was, dressed in all black, fitting around his body succulently, hair tussled sexily, and smelling like alcohol and cologne. He leaned the jamb, slowly controlling his breathing while his eyes fell on you. He was out of breath…did he run? You were too concerned and in need to help him that you couldn’t see the predator look plastered on his face. 

He found you so fucking attractive. All blood went to his hardening dick. Bralette showing your cleavage, skimpy little shorts covering barely anything, your stomach exposed and ready for him to touch. But what surprised him the most was your hair. This was the first time he’s seen it in its natural state and not up. Your natural waves cascading down and free, looking absolutely delectable.

You tried calling for him, but you noticed where he was staring. You automatically looked down and were fully aware he gawked at your body and what you were wearing. Regretting you should have put on a cover, You quickly hid behind the door as he tried staring a bit longer to your liking. He saw you in nothing before, but why are you getting all so shy?

“W-what are you doing here?”

“I came to see you…is this for me?” He was astonished by how you looked. All bare and in your natural glow, he loved it so much.

“N-no, these are my sleeping clothes.”

“You look so sexy…” He stepped inside your home and wrapped his arms around your waist. You lost your balance, but he pulled you into his chest, stabilizing you. He nuzzled his nose into the neck, inhaling your clean scent heavily. “You smell fucking delicious, just for me.”

“Taehyu—”

The microwave beeped, and your attention motioned to that direction.

He rested his chin on your head and kissed your hair, “You making something?” His little action warmed you but repressed it off.

“I made popcorn.” You lightly pushed him off of you to get your snack, having more cheer in each step, to which Taehyung showed no shame in watching your ass bounce with it. 

He looked at your TV paused with the Pixar opening. “Movie night?” He watched you put the popcorn into the bowl and throw the bag in the trash. “All by yourself, princess? Fun Friday, I guess.” He followed your movement as you headed towards your living room.

“No.” You stated, but your tone was like a question. You placed the popcorn down. “Yoongi was thinking of coming but…” You checked your phone resting on the coffee table. “Judging by the time, I think he may have fallen asleep.”

Yoongi? Why Yoongi? Sure, he was your best friend and all, but why was he spending a quiet night with you alone? A Pixar movie, a man and a woman together, eating popcorn, hormones? A recipe for disaster, in Taehyung’s possessive mindset. 

“So Yoongi would have seen you in this?” He motioned at your thin pieces of fabric that you call pajamas. 

“Uhhh, he doesn’t care.” You turned your head as he came up to you in haste. Once his shoes stepped onto your carpet, you were about to protest and tell him off, but he grabbed your waist and pulled you into him. His dark eyes watched

“I do. I care.”

Heart beating. “Why should you?”

“Because…only I can see you this. Hair down, in this sexy sleeping attire, showing so much supple skin. Only me.” You felt his venomous voice hitting your face, letting out a grimaced expression. Alcohol but the mint tried covering up the stench. Yet being so close to him made your stomach squirrels run around in glee. He looked like a God damn mess, but a beautiful mess indeed.

Trying to be all casual and pretending you weren’t sexually affected, you say, ”Ummm, I guess since you’re here, do you wanna watch the movie with me? It’s Monsters, Inc.” You slightly pushed him away, but he gripped onto you tightly.

“How about we do something else?”

“So yes or no?” You shoved him to create some distance between you. You grabbed the popcorn bowl before plotting down on the couch. You ate a piece before looking up to him as he stood like a mannequin in silence.

He was still a little tipsy but sobered up quickly after the incident. He finally checked the surroundings before realizing that he hadn’t been to your place before. You never suggested going to your apartment to have sex. It was always his. He didn’t know why but he never asked. But as his drunk eyes scanned the place, it was very you with comfy and adorable furniture.

You murmured to him to take his shoes off, which he obliged and threw them over to the entrance, making you shake your head. He took his jacket off, revealing a black shirt underneath that tightened around his muscles. He settled on the couch while you grabbed the remote to start the movie.

As much as you wanted to cuddle with him, you maintained distance. You had sex, sure, but from the past couple of days, you wanted to maintain some sort of boundary. You’ve been doing so many things beyond fuck buddies with him that was severely detrimental to your poor little heart because you knew it didn’t mean anything at all. 

But it hurts so good when it happens.

“Hey, why are you so far? Come to me.” He pouted, scooting closer to you. You moved back, but he only came forth, eventually circling an arm around your waist. He pulled you and laid his back down onto the cushions, putting your body on top of him. You almost dropped the entire bowl, but he grabbed it and placed it on the floor in front of you, then pulled the throw blanket over your bodies. He fixed your positions until you had a leg hanging on the side of him and another in between his legs. Your head rested on his chest while he was on a couch pillow. 

“How does this feel, baby?” He questioned, absorbing in your softness and warmth. You merely hummed before he gripped onto your thigh, to your surprise, and brought it up so that you’re basically straddled onto him. 

God, this position was your favorite when you cuddled him, but usually, this led to fucking…, and you shouldn’t, even if you wanted to. You literally had sex yesterday, but it has been 24 hours.

You didn’t know if he was trying to do something on purpose or wanting to get a reaction out of you. But through your peripheral vision, you saw him engaging with the movie. Despite the interrupted self-care day, you shouldn’t make it a big deal, but it was fine as long as you were resting.

You both eventually became invested in the movie, while Taehyung fed the both of you popcorn once in a while.

-

You were about to fall asleep at the part where Sulley lost Boo in the factory when you felt Taehyung’s fingers ghost over the tops of your straddling thigh. You didn’t think much about it; in fact, it was relaxing, and you would have fallen asleep quicker.

But his digits shifted under you, hitting your clothed core.

You inhaled in a rush and lifted your head off of him to give him a glare. Once you did so, you saw that he wasn’t even paying attention to you. His eyes were still on the movie, but he knew you were suspecting something.

He lightly touches your cunt through your fabric, applying not enough pressure to get through an orgasm but enough to make you needy and whiny for him. You squeezed your eyes shut, taking it in. He moved his fingers to your hole, digging a little that it penetrated your dampening panties into you. You felt yourself leaking, your essences running down the petaled lips.

This was not supposed to be coming over to eat some ramen.

You exhaled softly before gripping onto his shirt. “Tae…” Still not looking at you, he found your clit and rubbed circles over it. You bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning over the lovely feeling. You rested your head on his chest as you breathed heavily and tightened your hold on him, squinting your eyes shut. “Daddy,” You mewled, shifting your head so that your chin rested on him while you gazed at him with your lusting eyes.

“Aww, baby, look! Boo found her kitty!” You did not give a fuck about the movie. You were focused on getting some action now. He mundanely turned to finally give you his full attention. You saw how his eyes darkened with sensuality and need, but his face remained blank, acting like nothing was going on. “I also found my kitty.”

He pushed your skimpy shorts and ruined underwear to the side of the folds. Two long fingers carded through the slit, collecting your fluids. “Fuck, so ready.” He embedded his digits into your hole, causing you to let out a shaky moan. But he doesn’t move, for God knows how long you start wiggling your hips, pouting for him to do something. “More?”

You pushed out your lips, submitting to his beck and call. You nodded swiftly, “Y-yes, daddy, please.”

“Please, what?”

“C-can you touch me more, daddy?”

He chuckled darkly, “You’ve gotten better at begging.” He licked his lips before slowly pumping in and out of your pussy, relieving you of the pleasure but squealing when he curled his fingers into your g-spot.

“Oh, God!” You grunted as you dropped your face down, shallowing your noises into his hardened chest. You subconsciously rolled your hips to his rhythm, both of you listening to the sounds of your stickiness wetting his fingers.

“Baby, you’re so tight.” He breathed out, continuing his movements. “Look at me while I’m fingering you.”

You raised your face while resting your chin on him once again. He was absolutely delighted seeing your flushed face, droopy eyes at him, mouth slightly open to breathe, furrowed brows as you concentrated on your orgasm. Your faces were so close yet so far away, but every time he pushed his fingers in, you’d jot forward, almost crashing your faces together. 

He couldn’t help but stare at your luscious lips, so red and plump, covered in your saliva as you licked it. He remembered the times when you almost tried to kiss him or vice versa, but each party would prevent it before happening. He wished he didn’t have stopped. He regretted it every time. He looked at your lips, the sounds that came out of them. His strained dick in his pants twitched every time. These were the lips he wanted.

“Daddy, close.” You squeaked, feeling the familiar heat coming up again. “Please lemme come. I’ve been your good girl,” The sound of your poor little voice was the ballad to his ears. He thrust harder, and you fell forward, finally coming to his features.

Your foreheads touched, the tip of your noses blooping one another. The little whimpers grew louder as he felt your walls about to crash down. You so badly wanted to kiss him. You knew never to kiss him even in a delirious state. But once your hot breath grazed his face and he saw you biting your lips again, it triggered his entire being.

Taehyung leaned forward.

Your eyes widened as you found yourself losing oxygen by the second.

You felt his lips on yours. Though there were still trails of alcohol and popcorn, your delusional mind morphed his bitter taste into cotton candy and sweet caramel. His lips were soft and cushiony against yours. He began moving them so that you’d mesh into him, which you did to follow his lead but very poorly. The kiss granted your every wish and hope you wanted. The innocent touch of his exploded like the New Year’s sky, the butterfly sensation traveling across your body, especially your poor cunt that rippled into ecstasy.

You gasped, letting him have a chance to push his tongue in. You moaned into his mouth, shutting your eyes as your body convulsed and juice spewed out of you like there was no tomorrow. Everything was wet and sticky. You leaked all over your couch and his clothes, but he did not give two shits as he gently helped you come down on your high.

He had pulled out of you by the time you were finished but didn’t stop kissing you. Your tongues were sloppily moving and swirled in motion as he gripped your waist and urged you towards him. You could feel his boner poking at you before he grinds into you to relieve some pain.

You felt so good; you tasted like vanilla and strawberries, and he was instantly addicted. He didn’t care if he broke his rule, nor did you. He wanted your taste on his mouth at all times. All he wanted was you and to kiss you again and again and again.

After some time, you finally pulled apart from him to breathe, but foreheads still touched. You kept your eyes closed, having a sense of fear for reasons you weren’t quite sure of. He finally kissed you; you finally kissed him. It only made your heart jump in joy. Did it mean something?

“You know you suck at kissing.”

You snapped your eyes wide open to see him smile cheekily. You frowned and pushed away to sit and straddle him. “Not my fault!”

“I thought of it as a compliment. It inflates me.” He, too, sat up, gazing at you with endearment. “Only showing how much I’m corrupting you.”

“You freaky man.”

He smirked, “Only for you.” He took your chin, inching forward to kiss him again. God, he loved it so much. You kissed back, making him moan. He muffled into your lips, “Bedroom, where?”

“End of the hall to the left.”

He wasted no time carrying you and following your directions while you circled your arms around his nape. He did it all while kissing you, fumbling a bit because he was too distracted by your supple lips. Ultimately, he made it into your bedroom. He didn’t have time to speculate the area as he spotted your full-sized bed in the corner to put you down.

Your back met your soft sheets, which you are praised to the high heavens you decided to change your old One Direction bedsheets into cute white daisies.

There he stripped all the disrespectful but sexy sleepwear off of you, making you completely naked in front of him. You weren’t as shy to show your body to him, but it still lingered. You used your elbows as leverage as your eyes battled with his in what was the next move.

“Get on fours.” He commanded, and you happily accepted. Your rounded ass faced him, which was something embarrassing and you’re not used to, but you knew he loved it, so you did it for him.

Teasing him a little, you shook your behind him and smiled playfully despite him not seeing. But all the fun and games for you were interrupted when he spanked your red puffy pussy. You yelped in pain but also pleasure as he did it once more.

“Da—” Another slap.

“You came without my permission.” Slap. “You think me kissing you was saying yes?” Slap.

You sniffled as you teared up, “N-no.” Slap. “Sorry!” The jolts bounced you into a rush, begging for more. You began drooling on the side of your mouth, pushing your head into your mattress.

“Baby, you’re doing so good, but I’m gonna have to punish you again.” He stated, and you said yes. For reassurance, he pecked your ass cheek before proceeding with your punishment. He smacked your cunt continuously, hit after hit. With every moan that got out of you, he knew you enjoyed it.

You felt the pressure building up again, and before he could punish you again, you said, “Daddy, I’m gonna come, please, please, please!”

Slap. “Okay, baby. Gimme what you got.” You were a bomb that detonated in a rush. Your walls clenched around nothing, yet your thighs quivered as they struggled to keep your ass up.

Your face stayed flat on your sheets. You heard him removing his wet clothes and throwing them on the floor, finally being as bare as you. You felt him push your legs, spreading them wide open. You prepared for him to go inside, but you inhaled sharply as his flattened tongue rubbed your clit in figure eight.

Your hands reached for the bedsheets, swaying your hips into his mouth. He held a side of your hip to keep you still. You wept by the immense sensation you had, looping your fingers tightly around the fabric. His plush slugged down into your hole, pushing it open as he sucked on your swollen nub. You mewled, but your voice grew high and louder when you felt a different feeling.

His mouth parted from your pussy to spit onto your anal, lubricating it before going back. His thumb rimmed around your puckered hole, lightly pressing into it as he ate your petaled folds. The feeling was too much, but it was soooo good. 

“Daddy!” You said pathetically.

He kissed your clit before saying, “Is this okay, baby?”

“Hurry!” You whined. “Wan you inside!”

He chuckled at your impatience, “I just wanna take my time with my baby. I love being with you.” The tip of his thumb pushed through your hole, causing you to groan. He nibbled and suckled on your clit simultaneously, making you go into another frenzy. You couldn’t handle the pressure, and you just sobbed as you came into his mouth.

He could feel him smiling, knowing that though you didn’t ask for permission, he enjoyed seeing and hearing you cum so he lets it slide. Thighs losing feeling until you dropped your lower body down to the bed, bouncing back slightly. He guided you down, collecting your frothy white slush with his tongue. Once you were finished, you still were a crazy horn ball who wanted Daddy’s dick immediately.

“Daddy, please!” You whimpered, focusing on him. There were tear streaks down the corners of your eyes, your nose was red and runny, and your mouth leaked in your drool. “Wan you…wan you..badly, please!” You hiccuped, being overpowered by his overall dominance.

You were so well-behaved. It hurt Taehyung’s heart. He wanted to give you everything your little heart desired. He felt so bad for you, having come three times yet not on his dick. He was also losing patience with his cock, painfully pink and seeping with pre-cum through his tiny slit. He knew it was time.

“Okay, baby, shh, shh. It’s okay.” He cooed, pushing away the strands on your face to eye you clearly. You were sniffling and wiping some tears away from your flushed features. You were so beautiful and perfect that he couldn’t get enough.

He turned you around, letting you rest on your back. He spreads you. He positioned himself in between your legs. The mushroom of his dick swiped your pussy, scooping more lubrication until he rested himself at the entrance. His eyes averted back to yours, then he saw something.

The lust in your eyes was replaced with a more tenderer spark. You gawked at him like he was the only one in the world. You were longing for him, wanted to be with him already. His attention was all on you, just for you. He held onto your hands, kissing the backs of them with care. The atmosphere changed into something they wished for but were afraid to say it audibly. 

“You’re so perfect, princess.” He whispered enough for your fluff mind to hear. “You’re mine. Don’t ever leave me.” There was a sense of vulnerability in him, and you’re surprised as to why or what is he talking about.

“I—”

He stopped you by pecking your lips, “You don’t need to say anything. I just want you to know.” He bent down again to give you a more intimate kiss. He took his time kissing you, wanting the moment to last.

But your horny mind couldn’t wait any longer, so you parted from him to whine. “Hurry, please. I want you so badly.” You shook your hips at him and spread yourself wider than usual. “Fuck me, please.”

He sighed despite loving how you begged. He grabbed his cock to align himself. He didn’t even wait as he slammed his entire length into you, making you scream from the sudden stretch. Though you knew he was big, it was still hard to adjust. “This is what you get from being so needy.”

He wasted no time thrusting long and hard. Each stroke touched your spot and cervix. Both of your moans and the sound of skin slapping echoed the room. Your eyes rolled back from the pleasure receiving, drool pooling out of your mouth while your arms struggled to hold him for dear life. He has done it before, but the feeling seemed different, an unspoken feeling.

Your hearts fluttered with every noise, every stare, every smell, every touch. All you wanted to do was be with one another. You didn’t want to let go. You couldn’t, or else you’ll break.

Taehyung’s pace fastened, making you scream louder and squirm under him. He gripped your waist harder, holding you down and probably creating red marks on you. His mouth reached for your nipple and swirled his tongue on your bud, making you curse under your breath at another stimulation.

He slapped your tit and smirked at your weakening state, “Such a good little slut. Do you like when daddy plays with you like a little fuck toy?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Tell me who you belong to?” He seethed, immediately thinking about how you were dressed, and waited for Yoongi. “Who owns your pussy, princess?”

“Y-you!”

“Be clear!” He smacked your tits, getting them to bounce.

“Taehyung!” You tried so hard to reply with a mushed head. “Daddy owns this pussy!”

“You’re mine! No one should see you like this except for me. Not Yoongi, not Hoseok, me!” He pressed his palm onto your stomach, and you could have sworn you lost it right then and there. Using his other hand, he went over to and pinched your swollen clit. Your throat hurt from all that screaming as you could only wheeze at this point. The high was arriving soon, and you couldn’t even speak properly. You babbled like the dumb little whore you were.

“God, look at you. Just a month ago, you were a cute little virgin. Now you’re my cum sprinkling cock sleeve.” He said condescendingly, which would have embarrassed you, but your conscious was nowhere to be seen. “My pretty kitty so good, so tight for daddy. This little fucking cunt is my personal onahole. Got it?!” 

You nodded pathetically, which he usually didn’t like, but you getting stupid for his cock made up for it. You loved his filthy words, loved it to the last drop.

Taehyung’s eyes glanced at your pussy, sloshing with a pearly ring connecting around his thickness. Such a God ascending sight, he thought. He could feel you tightening around him. 

“P-puh-pl—“ You couldn’t enunciate. He knew that you couldn’t produce proper words, so he gave you the blessing you wanted.

“Cum.”

He didn’t have to say it twice as you were sent into one of the hardest orgasms in your life. Your eardrums rang, hearing a blunt white noise as your head throbbed tremendously. Your vision blurred with spotting images of Taehyung. Your nails needled through his back, putting crescents on his skin. You barely chanted his name as you were slowly going down. He drowned some of your mewls with his mouth, though you couldn’t kiss him back.

Though you were completely satisfied with your sexual craving, Taehyung wasn’t having it. You didn’t squirt, and he wanted you to blackout. He loved seeing you writhe and crumble at the hands of him. So he decided to pull out and turn you back on your fours. 

You were practically a rag doll, allowing him to do any with your body. Your fucked out face pressed down onto the destroyed sheets. He helped your bare ass in the air, basically carrying you since your waist down was numb.

He could see everything. Your soft, plump ass on display just for him, your inflamed tender pussy leaking with essence and cum just for him, your whole self…just…for…him.

He smashed his full self into him, jerking your form forward before destroying your hole like a monster. 

“To-too much!” You were a weeping little thing from overstimulation.

“One more for me, baby.” His sloppy pace indicated that he was close, but he was determined to make you cum again. “I know you can take it. Squeeze your cunt around my cock.” He rubbed your mound aggressively as your eyes twitched. 

He pumped once more until you broke loose. Your thighs trembled, giving up right away, and you dropped onto the bed with Taehyung’s weight on you. You saw little twinkling stars with the occasional in and out blackness. You gasped harshly with your tongue out, attempting for more oxygen. You felt your squirting running down your and his thighs before seeping into the sheets. You leaked more than typical as you heard the light streaming noise.

Taehyung was not far behind as you heard him whimper. Then he drove his cock deep into you before splattering it onto your walls. He slowly pumped, helping his high with white ropes filling your cervix. He could only whine your name, peppering kisses onto your shoulder.

Heavy breathing resonated in the room, and the smell of sex lingered potently. Your perspiring skins stuck together, feeling your combined cum coming out of your cunt. Your drooping eyes slowly closed from the crashing tiredness, but you tried your best to stay awake. 

After staying in this position and the rush was over, Taehyung pulled out of you, and you whined at the sensitivity. He cooed softly and guided you on your side, giving you so much praise. He held your body, showered your entire face with kisses on your forehead, cheeks, and nose, and planted a big one on your lips. Though you were exhausted, the squirrels were back and running in your stomach. You weakly kissed back and hummed quietly.

He lets go of you to clean you up, trying his best to find your bathroom, other bedsheets, and a cloth. By the time he found everything, he had come back and saw you out like a light. Careful not to wake you up, but he doubted it, he wiped you clean and carried you up and out to the living room. He laid you on the area that wasn’t wet before running back to your room to change your sheets.

He finally finished everything and went back to you, still sleeping soundly and curled up like a cat. He laid you down on the fresh sheets before laying beside you. He wrapped his arms around your slumbered body, pulling your head to his chest.

He kissed the top of your head, feeling like he was in a dream. Your soft breathing and adorable unknowing movement to get closer to his heating body made his heartbeat quicker. It felt so right to be here with you. You were perfect, everything he wanted. He wanted you so badly, wanted you to be his.

“I love you.” Muffling into your strands. 

[lilspidermonkey]

Bakugou x Reader Touch Chapter VI

This one took a little longer than i anticipated to post, but here it is!

This one does have a lemon scene in it, but with it being their first times, it’s not going to be anything too rough or intence, so I’m sorry about that!

If any spelling or grammer errors, all i can say is that words are hard!

The next morning was warm, the sun seemed extra bright, and the birds seemed to be in a good mood. The room was bright, despite the blinds, the sun-filled Bakugou’s room with warm light, the sounds of kissing echoing through the room. You were on top of Bakugou, cupping his face in your hands as you were leaning down kissing the boy, over and over. Bakugou had his hand on your hips, his fingers tickling your skin. He pinched at the fabric of the baggy shirt on your body, “Could’ve just taken one from the closet.” He grinned. You sighed down at him, “Like it better when I take it directly from you.” You teased. Bakugou tugged the shirt down, and you lean down with it, “So do I.” he whispered. You grinned and continued to make out with the boy. Bakugou’s hands slipped back to your hips under the shirt, but you shivered at feeling his fingers traveling further up to your waist. Sighing into the kiss, your voice trembling, Bakugou leaned up, to kiss you more before leaning into your neck. Feeling his lips, tongue, and teeth play with your skin, you trembled in his hold, your hands going into his hair. Bakugou leaned to your ear, “Want my hands to go higher? Or,” he slowly slipped one hand down from your waist, sliding it down past your hip and onto your ass, giving a good grope, “lower?” You jolted at feeling the grope, your back arching a little, you glared at the boy, “Pervert.” You grumbled. Bakugou grinned with sharp eyes, “Says the one not wearing pants.” He said. You scoffed, “You’re not wearing a shirt.” You pointed out. The boy shrugged, “You took it from me.” At your lack of response, the boy’s grin grew. He brought you back into the kiss, nibbling at your lip, pulling sounds from you. You pushed into Bakugou, you couldn’t help the frustration that you were feeling, you wanted him to just touch you, kiss you, everything. Bakugou hissed at the movement of your hips, you felt his body tremble, “Jesus, careful.” He grumbled. You smiled mischievously, loving to his ear, “Can’t handle it?” you whispered, biting his ear as you brought your hips over him again. The boy growled, his hold on your ass and waist tight. He glared at you as you pulled back to look at him, “You’re asking for it.” He breathed. You smiled, your blush was heating up your whole face. Reaching back, you grabbed Bakugou’s hand that was on your ass, guiding it to slip under the shirt. You held his other hand as you placed them both high up on your waist, you shivered, nervousness creeping up on you. Looking to the boy’s eyes, you could see past the excitement, that he was nervous as well. You sighed, “Bakugou…” you whispered. And that’s all that was needed, Bakugou brought you back to his lips, the hungry kiss making you moan. Going for your neck again, you leaned your head back, letting him access your throat as he kissed and bit it. As you just moaned a little louder, a knock was heard at the door. You almost screamed at them to fuck off, this happened too often, you were going to have to put a goddamn sign on the door for people to piss off and just leave a text. Bakugou groaned in frustration, “What!?” he yelled. “Hey man, you ready to go?” called Kirishima. Bakugou groaned, rubbing his face, “Fuck.” He looked up at you. “Me and Shitty Hair are supposed to study today.” You smiled with a sigh, “That’s okay, I promised Tetsu that I’d hang out with him.” You said. You climbed off the boy, and he reached over to grab your hand, his face not happy. Trying to hold back your laughter, you smiled and kissed the boy, “We talked about this. You’re not going to keep me from Tetsu. What if I told you to stop seeing Kirishima?” you asked. Bakugou shrugged, “Bye Shitty Hair.” He said. You raised your eyebrow at him, “Yeah right, he’s your best friend, face it.” You said. The boy grumbled looking off to the side, he knew you were right. You raised your hand to hook around his neck, and brought him closer, “Would it make you feel better to know that you’re the only one I do this to?” you said as you kissed his jaw. “Or this?” you went to his neck and kissed it as well. Leaning back you didn’t even have to say the words as you kissed his lips. Bakugou gripped your hand and brought his other hand to rest on your lower back, deepening the kiss. “Ahh, dude? You in there?” Kirishima’s voice carried through the door. Bakugou pulled away and groaned, leaning his head back, “Give me a second!” he yelled. You giggled, “If you’re that worried about it then…” your voice trailed off as you looked at Bakugou mischievously. When the door opened, Kirishima looked surprised to have his eyes drop down to meet yours. You smiled up at the boy, “Hi Kirishima!” you said. The boy blinked, and in realization of your appearance, blushed, “H-hi (Y/n)!” he said in embarrassment. At his embarrassment, you felt your own creep up. You blushed, “Well, I’ll leave you guys to it, laters!” you called and walked away. Kirishima watched as you retreated down the hall. Looking into the room, Kirishima saw Bakugou, his hand covering the lower half of his face, his cheeks red as he glared down at the side. Kirishima went red at seeing this, and the shirtless Bakugou, “Dude, was she wearing your shirt??” he asked. Bakugou rubbed his hand up and down his face, “Yes!!” he yelled.

After putting on a different shirt, Bakugou, and Kirishima were in the room, sitting on the floor with books around them. Bakugou was glaring off to the side, his leg bouncing, while Kirishima had his eyes darting from the table, to Bakugou, to the bed, and back again. Kirishima cleared his throat, “Sooo, things are going…well?” he asked. Bakugou growled, “Just shut up!” he groaned. With a ding, Bakugou looked at his phone, his expression fading from one of anger to hesitation and frustration. Kirishima looked the boy up and down, “I heard (Y/n) and Tetsutetsu are hanging out today.” The boy looked up from his phone and off to the side, a huff as a response. Kirishima gave a half smile, “Still upset over the whole thing with those two?” he asked. Bakugou sighed and ruffled his hair, “I dunno.” He said. The red-haired boy leaned on the table, “Do you think she has feelings for him?” he asked. Bakugou shot his head up, “Like hell she would go for a metal bastard like him!” he yelled. Kirishima laughed, “Okay, okay!” he said, putting his hands up. “Then…do you not trust her?” Bakugou grumbled, “It’s not that.” He rubbed the back of his head. “Jesus, I don’t know, it’s not even that big of a deal.” Kirishima smiled, “You like her.” He said. Bakugou glanced at him, then back to the ground. Kirishima’s eyes widened, “Wait, you,” he huffed a laugh, “You love her.” Bakugou cringed, “Shut up, Shitty Hair!” he said. The redhead rubbed the back of his head, “Does she know?” he asked. The blonde scoffed, “She might have an idea.” He said. Kirishima’s eyes widened, “You didn’t tell her!?” he yelled. Bakugou glared, “You really think I would say some cheesy shit like that?” he yelled back. Kirishima groaned, “Then how would she know?” he asked. Bakugou averted his eyes, and Kirishima’s eyebrow went up, “Wait, have you guys…kissed?” he asked. When Bakugou scrunched up his nose and just glanced at the bed, Kirishima blushed, “Did you guys…?” Bakugou glared, “Watch it, Shitty Hair!” he warned. He sighed and grumbled, “We haven’t done anything like that…not exactly.” Kirishima blinked, “Wait, are you still under the quirk accident?” Kirishima asked. Bakugou looked to his friend and then his hands, “I think? I don’t know, it’s not like how it was before. I can go pretty much a good few hours without her, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to be around her.” He shrugged. “But it’s not like I’m going to go into a panic. More like I just want her near me, I don’t want her to leave me.” Kirishima smiled at his good friend, “Bakugou, you’re totally not under the quirk anymore, you just have feeling for her.” He said. “How long have you felt this way?” Bakugou sighed, “I don’t know, Jesus, before the fight? I think? Fuck if I know, it’s felt like this for more than a few days, that’s all I know.” He said. Kirishima nodded, “Does she know you’re not affected anymore?” he asked, when Bakugou didn’t respond, the redhead groaned. “Dude!!” Bakugou groaned as well, “Back off! How the hell am I meant to tell her?” he yelled. Kirishima lifted his hands as he shrugged, “I dunno, maybe the exact way you just told me?” The blonde sighed, “Easier said than done.” He mumbled. Kirishima smiled at the boy, “You’ll be alright, I’m sure by now, (Y/n) is used to your personality, even way before this whole quirk accident.” He said. Bakugou huffed, “I know.” He said. Kirishima cleared his throat, “Sooo, do you have…protection?” he asked. The blonde's red eyes shot wide as he creaked his neck, the movement robotic-like, looking at Kirishima with death in his eyes, “What did you just say?” he spat. The redhead put his hands up, “Look man, I just want you to be careful, it’s normal for teenagers to…experiment…with the person they like.” He explained. Bakugou went red, from anger and embarrassment, “Shut up!! We’re not talking about this!!” he yelled.

You were sitting on the Tetsutetsu’s bed, Switch in hand as you played. Tetsutetsu sat on the floor, back against the bed, also holding a Switch in his hands, the two of you playing a game against each other. The boy cleared his throat, “Are we still not going to talk about it?” he asked. You sighed, “Are you still going to ask about it?” you asked in frustration. The boy looked up in thought, “Yeah, probably.” He nodded. Grumbling you laid your head down, “Ughhhh, okay, fine!” you gave in. The boy grinned and leaned his head back, “Awesome! Okay, so what’s with Bakugou’s shirt? And what’s with the bite on your throat?” he asked. Bakugou’s little nibbles on your neck were pretty light, so they weren’t visible. The bite on your throat, however, was not. It wasn’t overly dark, but it was noticeable for sure, and Tetsutetsu couldn’t take his eyes off it at first. You sighed, sitting up, “Things with me and Bakugou have…taken a few steps.” You said. Tetsutetsu turned, “As in…?” at seeing you just blush, his eyes widened. “Did you guys have-” Slamming your hands over his mouth, you cut him off, “No!” you yelled. You grimaced, “But…close.” Tetsutetsu’s eyes widened, “Whoa, so you guys are, y’know, together?” he asked. You rubbed the back of your neck, “Not exactly.” You sighed. The boy tilted his head, “Wait, hasn’t he told you he loves you?” he asked. You cringed a little, “No.” you said. He blinked, “Have you still not told him you’re in love with him?” he asked in shock. You almost gagged, “No!” you waved your hands. “I take it back, let’s not talk about it.” Tetsutetsu shook his head, “So neither one of you know how the other feels?” he asked. You sighed, “We have an idea…” you mumbled. The boy shook his head, “How exactly?” he asked. Bringing your knees to your chest you leaned against the wall, “He took me out yesterday to a food festival, and when we were talking, things kinda took a turn, and we kissed.” Rubbing your face, you sighed again. “And then more when we got to the dorms…and even more this morning.” Tetsutetsu’s eyes widened, “Whoa, but you guys haven’t…?” he trailed off. You groaned, “I mean, no, we haven’t.” you hid your face in your hands. “But I’m kinda sure it was heading in that direction. Things were getting heated, but Kirishima knocked on the door, which happens way too often, and I’m pretty sure things were going in that direction.” Tetsutetsu rubbed the back of his neck, “Hey, I’m sorry if this kinda upsets you, but is Bakugou still under that quirk accident you told me about?” he asked. You wrapped your arms back around your legs, “I think so. But I don’t think Bakugou would go this far if it was because of the quirk. If so, then I feel like it would’ve happened sooner.” You explained. The boy nodded, “I get where you’re coming from, and I don’t want you to think that he might not actually like you, cause I’m sure he does.” The boy looked down in hesitation. You smiled at him, “But you want to be sure that he likes me for me, and that it’s not just the quirk making him think he does.” You finished for the boy. He looked back up at you, “Yeah.” He stood up and joined you on the bed, “Sorry, I just don’t want to see you get hurt, that’s all.” You smiled at him and gripped his hand, “I know, but I know Bakugou, I’ll talk to him about it.” You said. The boy smiled as well, “You’re like my little sister, I can’t stand to see you getting hurt over a boy.” He said. You laughed, “Little sister? We’re the same age, you metal butt!” you said. The both of you laughed and you kicked him off the bed.

You got a text from Bakugou, telling you to come back for dinner. Excited, you took off from Tetsutetsu’s dorm, bumping into Bakugou in the front yard of the 1-A dorm. You smiled as you went over to him, “What’s for dinner?” you asked. The boy grabbed your hand and started walking, dragging you along, “Let’s go out for it.” He said. Looking down, you tried to stop the boy, “Hold up, let me get changed then.” You said. Bakugou turned to look you up and down and around your face, “You look fine.” He said. Giving him a look of disbelief, you huffed, “The hell I do, Bakugou, I’m wearing your shirt I slept in last night, I’m wearing my stay-at-home tracksuit pants, I haven’t touched my hair besides just throwing it up into a messy bun, and not the nice kind.” You listed off. Bakugou shrugged, “You look fine, I don’t see the issue.” He said, continuing to drag yours along with him. You blinked, “You don’t care that I look like this, with you, in public?” you asked. Bakugou raised an eyebrow in confusion, “Why the hell would I?” he asked. You hesitated, trying to find the words, “Wouldn’t it be embarrassing?” you asked. The boy huffed, “Why the hell should I be embarrassed with you being dressed comfortably? As long as you’re not dressed like a weirdo or a freak, I couldn’t care less.” He said. You watched the back of him as you followed with him, soon smiling. God, he wasn’t even aware of how much that actually made you so happy to hear. He didn’t take you anywhere fancy, which you preferred. It was a little American-themed diner, which you found so cute and bizarre. Sitting in a booth across from each other, you both laughed and talked and shared food and drinks together, you were even able to convince Bakugou to take a few pictures with you. After having something to eat, you both walked by a park, to which you couldn’t resist. You practically forced him to go to the playground, he thought it was dumb and childish, but from the smiles and laughter, you could tell he was having fun. Climbing to the top of a little animal-shaped igloo, you smiled, this was so much fun. You always had fun with Bakugou, well, mostly, but as much as he got on your nerves, you never regretted becoming his friend. Bakugou looked up at you, “Hey, Kindergartener, let’s go.” He called up. You smiled, “Catch me?” you asked. The boy looked unimpressed, “I’ll drop you so fast.” He threatened. Laughing out, you grinned at him, “Nah, I don’t think you will.” Taking a few steps back, you raced forward and jumped. “Here I come!” But despite his words, the boy easily caught you in his arms, making you laugh from the excitement, and proving the boy wrong. He looked down at you as you were in his hold, feet on the ground now, “You’re an idiot.” He commented. You grinned, “And yet you can’t stay away from this idiot.” You teased. The boy half smiled, “Whatever.” He said. You pretended to be surprised, “You didn’t deny it!” you laughed. He rolled his eyes, “Shut up already.” He said, giving you a kiss. Humming into the kiss, you relaxed into it, but you couldn’t get Tetsutetsu’s concerns out of your head, along with your own. Looking up at the blonde's red eyes, you sighed, cupping his cheek, “Can I ask you something?” you asked. The boy looked hesitant, but nodded, “Sure.” He agreed. You took a breath and sighed, “I just wanted to ask, so that I’m not just unnecessarily worrying.” You shrugged your shoulders, “Are you feeling the way you do about me, for me?” Bakugou’s eyes widened slightly, rubbing the back of his head, Kirishima’s words echoing in his head. He sighed, “You want to know if it’s the quirk making me think I’m feeling the way I am?” he asked. You shrugged one shoulder, “I know that it’s a little silly to question, but I guess I just kinda need to hear it confirmed with your own words?” you said, it sounded more like a question than how you planned. Bakugou watched your eyes, “Honestly, thinking about it, I don’t think the quirk has been in effect for a while now.” He said. You blinked, “What? For how long?” you asked. He sighed, “I don’t know, more than a few days? It’s not like I was fully paying attention to it.” He said rubbing the back of his neck. Taking a breath, you sighed, “Unnecessarily worrying.” You said, smiling up at him. “So does that mean, you actually have feelings for me?” The boy’s cheeks tinted pink, “You seriously going to bring that up?” he asked, avoiding your eyes. You grinned, “Of course I am.” You laughed. Bakugou gave an irritated pout, reaching his hand to cup your face, “You already know, so it doesn’t matter.” He said, inching closer. You put up your hand to block his lips from yours, “Nope! No kisses for you before you admit it!” you announced. The boy grumbled, “Jesus Christ, why does it matter so much? It’s fine right?” he asked. You just hummed, ignoring his stubbornness, “Maybe tonight I’ll even spend the night in my room alone, considering a certain someone doesn’t need it anymore, and hasn’t said anything about certain feelings.” You teased, walking off. The boy groaned loudly and reached out his hand to catch you while you were walking, “No one said I didn’t need it anymore.” He sighed roughly in defeat. “I guess I have feelings that are, more than what they would be for anyone else.” You turned to look at the boy, poor thing turning red and eyes locked on the ground. Giggling, you walked up to him, cupping his face in your hand, “I’ll settle for that.” You said, smiling. The boy lifted an eyebrow, “And you?” he asked. You bit your lip, “I obviously have ‘feelings that are more than what they would be for anyone else’ too.” You repeated. The boy grinned and leaned in to kiss you.

Going back to the dorm hand in hand, it felt a little different than all the other times, this time you both knew how you both felt about each other. It was like you guys were little pre-schoolers, giggling and smiling at each other happily while swinging your conjoined hands, you doing most of the swinging and giggling, but it was fine since Bakugou had no complaints about it, this time. Returning back to his room, you sighed, “I’ll quickly take a bath, I won’t be long-” But you were cut off at the door as Bakugou put his hand on it, blocking you from opening it. You turned to look up at him, but as he was blocking the door, he had also cadged you up against it. His eyes stared down at you, “You’re not going anywhere.” He said in a low voice. Your face flushed pink, shit his voice was amazing, “I wouldn’t be long.” You breathed out, not trusting your voice. The boy leaned down to kiss your neck, making you jolt, “I’m not letting you go.” He said, continuing to look at you with his sharp eyes. You licked your lips, your breath trembling, “Ever?” you asked. The boy just grinned down at you, swooping down to capture your lips with his in a rough kiss. And that was all the answer you needed. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he put his hands on your hips. Nibbling on his lips, a groan escaped Bakugou’s lips, he bent down for a moment, only to pick you up by your waist, and instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist. Putting you back against the door, Bakugou continued with the deep kiss, pulling little moans from your lips. Wracking your hands through his hair, you pulled back for breath, but seeing the boy with his forehead exposed, thanks to your fingers, did something to both your head, and your lower region. Bakugou impatiently brought you back in for another kiss, pulling off the door, Bakugou had let you slip down back onto the ground. You both stumbled deep sighs in each other’s mouths as Bakugou helped in the removal of your pants. Taking a step back to admire your form, Bakugou grinned, “You look great in nothing but my shirt on you.” He said, a hint of a growl in his voice. You blushed but grinned, “Yeah, I’m not surprised, considering all the ogling you do.” You teased. The boy kept his smile as he grabbed you again, “When you first put it on while half asleep, I almost couldn’t take it.” He said. “Looked real good.” You titled your head, “Didn’t picture you for the ‘boyfriend shirt’ type.” You teased. “Not a kink I would’ve pinned you for.” The boy smiled mischievously, “Just wait.” He breathed. You blushed, a shiver going through your body at the attractiveness of the boy. He scooped you up again, bringing you up to his torso, and kissing you. You cupped his face and accepted all the kisses, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist again. Bakugou brought you over to the bed, him crawling over to the middle on his knees, then laid you down, not roughly, but enough to make you do a little bounce. You giggled a little, the boy just looking down at you as he towered over you. Lifting his shirt over his head, your blush intensified. He sighed after getting the shirt over his head, pushing his hair back from his forehead, his cheeks tinted pink. Seeing his hair pushed back again, you bit your lip, squeezing your thighs together lightly. At your reaction, the boy’s smile grew, leaning down to put his hands under his shirt you were wearing, his hands warm on your bare skin. Pushing the shirt up, you leaned up to go along with helping in taking off the shirt. With both shirts on the ground, the boy looked down at you. His intense eyes made you a little shy, you covered yourself a little, being in just your bra and panties. The boy grabbed your hands, pinning them up above your head. Looking at him, you met his red eyes, keeping his gaze, he leaned down and caught your lips. Kissing you deeply, he moved to your jaw, then down to your neck. As he sucked and nibbled your neck, the sensations shot down your body. Heaving out some heavy breaths, Bakugou soon moved down your neck, going for your collarbone. With every movement, Bakugou brought your hands down with him. Finally reaching to the middle of your chest, the boy released your hands, bringing his to your waist, gripping at you to bring you closer. You moaned as the kisses went down your sternum. Bakugou’s hand moved up from your waist, going up and under your back. Feeling him going for the back of your bra, you arched your back, nervousness seeping into your chest. Feeling your nervousness, Bakugou pulled back to look at you, his face more flushed, “Trust me.” He whispered to you. You licked your lips then bit at your lower lip, giving him a small nod. At your nod, the boy leaned in to kiss you, continuing with his movements to remove your bra. Unclipping the back with small difficulty, the boy brought down the straps from your shoulders and slipped your bra off. Leaning back to look at you, a shiver went through his body, his face pink, but his ears and neck red. Moving your hands to rub up his chest, you titled your head, “Just going to stare?” you asked teasingly. At that, the boy grinned widely, sitting up to slingshot your bra across the room somewhere. You laughed at this, and the boy swooped in to steal kisses from you, “You’re an idiot.” You giggled. The boy put his hand through his hair, pushing it back again, “Your idiot.” He said. You grinned bashfully, looking away, “You’re such a dork!” you laughed. Bakugou leaned in close to you, whispering into your ear, “Your dork.” He said, then bit your ear. You moaned out, gripping onto his shoulders. The both of you slowly getting into a rhythm, kissing and touching. Things started to get a bit more serious. After leaving so many marks on your body, and you some on him, Bakugou tugged at your panties, sliding them off and throwing them over his shoulder. You blushed like crazy, but you were too excited to get too shy. Bringing the boy down to continue kissing, you lifted your leg, brushing up against Bakugou’s bulge. The boy flinched, groaning as he trembled. You grinned, continuing to rub against his bulge, the boy trembling and heavily breathed. He glared down at you, “Don’t tease me.” He said. Sliding his hands down your stomach, his fingers slipped under your panties. You flinched and gasped as the boy's fingers played around, feeling the wetness. He watched you, “You’re really wet.” He pointed out. You flushed and covered your face with your hands, panting uncontrollably from pleasure. Bakugou played with your entrance, before finally slipping two fingers in. Feeling this you moaned out, reaching one hand away from your face to grab his arm. The boy pushed his fingers in and out of you, a slow pace at first, but then increasing with each thrust. Hearing your moans, the boy took this as a good sign, he moved his hands slightly so that his palm was flush against your clit. The movement of his fingers causing his palm to stimulate your clit. You continued to moan, the pleasure making your head fuzzy. Soon, after a bit more touching and kissing, Bakugou leaned back, undoing his pants, and letting his bulge free. You blushed seeing it, your lowers throbbing intensely. Bakugou was breathing heavily as he moved your legs to either side of himself, getting your hips close to him. You felt him rub his hot member against your wet entrance, making your body tremble in anticipation. Bakugou looked down at you, “Ready?” he asked, almost out of breath himself. You looked at him, your body still trembling, nodding at him. The boy trembled himself, positioning himself, then with a few calming breaths, pushed himself into you, as slowly and gently as possible. You flinched, arching your back, hands flying to grip the bed sheets and Bakugou’s shoulders as you moaned out. The boy trembled and groaned, looking down at you, “You okay?” he asked. You nodded through your moans, “Yes..!” you moaned in response. Bakugou groaned again, feeling your tightness on him, “Let me know if I’m hurting you.” He breathed. Continuing, you could feel that it did hurt, but not too badly, more like a tight stretching sensation. As Bakugou set a steady pace, you moaned and gripped him, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. The boy blinked down at you, reaching over to wipe your tears away with his thumb. Feeling his hand, you pushed into his hand, enjoying his gentle touch. The pain slowly subsided, and all you could feel was pleasure. Bakugou leaned down to kiss you, fastening the pace. You moaned into his ear as he leaned his head against your shoulder as he thrust into you. Bakugou groaned, “I’m close..” he groaned into your ear. Your legs tightened around him, “Me too..!” you breathed. The boy leaned back, grabbing your hips, he started to thrust into you harder and faster. You moaned louder, the pleasure clouding your embarrassment. Hearing your cries of pleasure, the boy went even faster. You felt as if your vision was blurring from the pleasure, feeling your body temperature rise, and tingling. With a few more thrusts, Bakugou pushed you over the edge, making you cry out. Feeling your release, Bakugou leaned down feeling your fingers digging into his back, causing the boy to also finish. After a few extra thrusts, the boy stopped, breathing heavily together. He soon pulled himself out of you, pulling a whimper from your lips. Shaking from loss of energy and ecstasy, the boy collapsed onto you. You hugged him close as you both breathed heavily together, holding each other through each other’s highs. You were happy, you would never regret this. It was awkward, sexy, and fun, it made you feel closer than you ever have with Bakugou. You could feel tears building up again, but you just gripped the boy tighter. Bakugou leaned his head up, staring at you as he wiped the tears away from your eyes, “You regretting it already?” he asked. You knew he was half joking, but it made you a little upset. You shook your head, “Never.” You looked him in the eyes. “I’m just really happy.” The boy smiled down at you, “Being all corny now, huh?” he teased. That made you chuckle, “Shut up, dork.” You laughed. Bakugou grinned at you and leaned down for a kiss. You hummed into the kiss, pulling him as close to you as possible.

-Chapter VI Fin-

[altschmerzes]

Gav, in the tags of your last wippet you talked about how they weren't going to send Jamie back to his dad because he's back in manchester and now I have the burning and probably spoilery question of does that mean Jamie commutes to Richmond from Manchester or is he living on his own in Richmond?

YEAH SO. here's the situation vis a vis Where DOES Jamie Live in wriggle up on dry land when things start moving around a la his departure from richmond in 1x06 and his return in 2x02 -

the move back to manchester happens bc his dad has been chomping at the bit to get out of london and back to the city he loves, which makes sense. jamie didn't really like being there at first either, not until he made friends and started working at nelson road. and so when he and his dad move back, it's as soon as possible after his dad gets a job offer up there and a friend offers to let them stay with him until they find a new flat or something. and the final straw is rebecca arranging for jamie to get a job doing similar stuff at the man city training facilities and the arrival of a break in school for him so there's no excuse left to keep them in london.

(this is the wriggle up version of the loan termination. rebecca does not have ANY idea that he's being hurt at home and she feels like, revolted when she realizes that he was and that by allowing james to more easily move them back to manchester she unwittingly facilitated his isolation and further harm. she's NOT a Bad Guy here, she genuinely thought she was helping this boy and his single dad out here. i wanna be clear with that.)

and so when he decides to come back, he does so by like...... james is NOT returning to london. jamie also doesn't have a job anymore though because he left his job at city's facilities to be part of a. youth shakespeare troupe. called gen b(ard). and james doesn't like him much anyway so having him out of the house for a while isn't like... the worst thing, to james.

so what happens is he stays in manchester during the week at school, and takes the bus down to richmond after school friday, stays with one of his friends on a rotating basis (shannon's house, then dean's, then ella's, etc) and then goes back up to manchester late sunday evening. this is an insane thing to do for a part time job. everyone is fully aware this is an insane thing to do for a part time job. it is an HOURS long bus ride and he won't accept a train pass from rebecca because it's Too Much (he does accept the club covering his bus tickets after a while though).

but everyone can tell this is like. very important to him and you know how sixteen year olds can be. so they just. do what they can to make it easier for him. he's tired all the time, but he was like that before. he studies and does his homework on the bus. it's a whole.... it's tough. it's really tough, but he gets by. it does make it tricky though sometimes like when he comes to work on a saturday sick and it's not like he can just slink home because home is a four hour bus ride away and so that's why roy is like. fuck it okay i'll look after him.

[abookloverlmao]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 {𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐜𝐨 𝐱 𝐅!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫}

Warning: the reader is an adult!! around the 30s (I'm sorry!!), kidnapping, blood, injury, heartbreak, swearing kinda angsty but fluff at the end, slight mention of smoking, kissing, nothing is happening btw Vander and Silco (I'm sorry again) and the reader is a mother figure to Jinx and Vi<3...

Okay I wrote this out of nowhere, it's shit but hey I am in love with Silco and Arcane is one of my fav show, so I'm sorry cause this is shitty asf :/

 She was Silco's right hand, he needs someone to be tracked? she was there, needs some information? she's there so is Jinx.

She was very hyperactive and a tough woman who can be very dangerous and would do anything for something she wants and loves, walking inside Vander's bar she grinned immediately hearing everyone go quiet, "oh come on~ am I not allowed to have one drink?" she chuckled before sitting on one of the chairs.

Vander raised an eyebrow walking towards the woman who sighed heavily and threw her head on the table, "what happened again?" he asked handing her the best strong drink for a moment like this, she took a sip, "he is calling me a friend once again, I'm tired of getting friend zoned, Vander!" she exclaimed chugging the drink in one go.

Wincing at the burning and cold drink rushing down her throat.

Vi suddenly walked in with her arms wrapped around Jinx's neck, the girls frowned and made their way towards her, "Damn, you look.. fucked up." spoke Vi sliding down another drink towards her, Y/N took it and held the glass watching as the drink danced with each move, "shut up pinky." she spoke.

"Silco brushed her off once again." whispered Jinx to her sister who raised an eyebrow, "he didn't brush me off- he just.. needed some time alone. he has enemies everywhere."  

Vi looked at Vander who only shrugged in response, the H/C-haired woman looked at her glass before getting up with a sigh, "guess I'm just being ridiculous, that's all." she said with a scoff before handing the man the money who shook his head and pushed her hand away, "it's okay, you just go home and rest." smiling softly she walked away lazily.

Jinx ran to stand beside her watching as she stopped dead in her track and look at the blue-haired girl, "what are you doing?" she asked the girl who rolled her eyes, "we live together, duh~" replied Jinx sarcastically, "I know that, but I told you that you're staying with your sister, didn't I?" said the woman with a cocked eyebrow watching as Jinx's eyes slightly widened happily, "really?" she asked not quite sure about what she just heard.

"do you want me to change my mind?" Jinx shook her head hurriedly, "good. see ya soon, kid." ruffling the young girl's hair she watched as she smile brightly before throwing herself on her, taken back by the sudden hug she wrapped her arms around her waist slightly.

"Okay, thanks Y/N, love ya!" with that she ran towards her sister who gave her a thankful nod, Y/N waved them off lazily before replying, "yeah yeah, you are a pain in the ass sometimes but I love ya too." with that she walked out of the bar.

Vi turned to look at Vander for the third time who was staring at the door with a frown, "it's like something happened that made her so mad or something..." she said, "she has been really tired these days." Vander replied, Vi was always close to Y/N, she was like an older sister o her and a mother figure to Jinx, and both the girls loved her with their entire hearts.

Y/N spent the night drinking, dancing around, cleaning her weapons, and zoning off and staring at the ceiling, did he really not once notice her feelings for him? sighing she threw herself on the bed staring at the multicolor drawings Jinx did on her ceiling and all around the place, mostly skulls.

****

Silco expected her this morning in his office just like she always does but she was nowhere to be seen, Y/N was always there the moment the sun comes up, sneaking in by the window and sitting on his chair or his desk, the way she would appear saying "hello there boss~" every morning in a childish and with the most beautiful grin made him feel warm inside.

But today, no singsong "hello there boss" or her hanging up in the rafters in the ceiling just like she always does with Jinx, their special spot in his office.

Just emptiness, pure silence not one thing could be heard, he frowned looking up and around, but nothing.

It was terrifying.

what he did notice for the next hours was the way his ears would start ringing randomly and out of nowhere, the silence was way too scary and painful, and he despised it.

He got up grabbed his coat and walked towards the door calling for his men, "look for, Y/N." he ordered coldly, it has been 6 hours and she didn't once show up, and worry started eating him alive, what if something happened to her? what if she's dying? or worse, what if she's dead?

The last time he saw her, both of them got into an argument leading him to call her a no-one and that she only works for him, and seeing her expression full of nothing but pain and shock made his heart drop but before he could even apologize, she walked away in rage with a clenched jaw and bawled fists by her side ignoring his calls.

And the thought of her probably dead disturbed him and haunted him.

That was the last thing he ever thought would happen.

2 DAYS:

It has been 48 hours since the disappearance of the woman, his men looked everywhere for her, he looked in every spot she liked and went to a lot, Vi and Jinx were also looking for her.

Nothing.

No one dared to speak to their boss, he was way too angry and the last thing they want was to die in the hands of Silco, the eye of Zaun. Jinx shed some tears and looked everywhere, especially the spots where both mostly hung out together, their secret ones, Vi was worried sick and asked Ekko for help.

Here sat Silco in the middle of the night with his head in his hands, rage overtook him like hellfire, he missed her, he couldn't sleep for 3 whole days, the days she went missing and the night they fought, he missed her so fucking much, her laughter, her smile, her taking care of him, taking his cigar and throwing it out with a harsh glare, her kisses on his cheek, her injecting his medicine while sitting on his lap, her voice.

Her. her. her.

he needed her, he wanted her.

He clenched his jaw trying to fight the urge of punching someone, himself mostly, the silence was suddenly cut off by the sound of the window behind his chair opening, he turned around expecting it to be Jinx but his eyes widened.

There she stood stumbling inside the room with raspy breathes and painful winces as she held her side, her H/C hair messy, her hands bloody as she clenched her side with tears covering her eyes, her hair covering her face but he could see blood splattered all over her face, she looked fucked up.

"hello there boss..." she greeted between gasps trying to catch her breath and that was the only thing she needed to say before he pulled her to his embrace, tightly hugging her.

She froze, he did not just hug her, she must be dreaming right? the familiar scent of rich leather and tobacco scent brainwashed her as she immediately reddened, eyes watering.

Even with her body aching everywhere she hugged back melting against his hold, letting the tears finally race down her cheeks as she stepped closer, nuzzling in his arms and shakingly wrapping her arms tighter around his waist.

"I thought you died, oh my love." he sighed wiping her tears and kissing her forehead lovingly, "let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" but she didn't move instead just reached up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing over his scar softly, "I thought I lost you.." 

the sound of her voice full of pain was as if someone was stabbing him repeatedly in the heart, "you won't lose me, I will always be there for you, now come on sweetheart, let's get you cleaned up?" she nodded, her head was spinning as she suddenly grabbed his arm trying not to trip.

His hand immediately went to wrap around her waist as he immediately picked her up like a bride, she was losing consciousness, "stay awake from me, Y/N. stay awake." he ordered watching as she chuckled trying not to fall asleep cause who knows if she might never wake up.

"ordering me around when I'm dying, wow.." she spoke looking up at him with half-awake eyes, "you know, you have very attractive eyes..." Silco scoffed with a small laugh, "you sound drunk." he placed her on the couch and immediately got rid of her top ignoring how soft her skin looked.

"We gotta stitch it up..." he said grabbing the supplies, she winced and gestured for him to just get it over with, after cleaning the wound and needle he pressed it on her wound making her cry out in pain, her fingers scratched against the couch as she tried to grab hold of it, her hand on her mouth to stop herself from screaming.

Once he finished she gasped for breaths, wrapping the bandage around her waist he got up, cleaning his hands before helping her up she leaned against him and walked trying not to wince with each move. Silco sat on his chair and gestured her to sit on his lap, she did as told, her legs hanging off the arm and her head on the manchette.

Feeling his fingers run through her hair she sighed softly letting her eyes close, his other hand was running up and down her thigh, "who did this to you?" he asked watching as she opened her eyes staring into his, "doesn't matter anymore, I killed them all."

"Who fucking is it?"

"that guy who wanted to take your spot." she replied hand reaching up to brush the few strands that fell in front of his eyes before cupping his cheek, feeling him lean a little bit, "you have such beautiful eyes..." with that she closed her eyes once again.

No one ever called him beautiful, not with heavy scarring on the left side of his face and a left eye with an orange iris and black sclera, "darling? would you mind?" he asked the woman handing her the syringe for his eye which mostly looked like a needle gun, it's a micro-dosing shimmer to heal it or at least stabilize it which she hated.

Strengthening her posture she sat on his lap, his hand on her waist as she got the syringe ready, "you ready?" she asked softly watching as he nodded throwing his head back, his other hand sliding to her thigh, counting in a whisper she injected it watching as he grunted and pain and tightened his grip on her thigh making her grab his cheek softly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

He looked deep into her eyes panting heavily and without a thought, he pressed his lips against hers making her gasp and freeze in place. her lips were so soft and perfect against his just as he was about to pull away she chased his lips once again.

He leaned more against the chair relaxing, she was here with him, and he can finally rest, she pulled away and went back to the way she was before, his hand on her H/C hair and the other checking other wounds.

"I'm alright, you can rest." with that, she closed her eyes letting the sleep consume her after 48 hours of being kidnapped and treated like shit, she was finally resting on her so-called boss's lap who was supposed to be her lover after their kiss.

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

Guess what its the five year anniversary of (marvel related) lol

Oooh IW! You're right! Okay, let me fangirl about this one because I had a lot of fun with it. I want to keep it positive so any issues I have with it (which are a few) I will ignore them here.

First of all... Stephen!! I love him in the movie, he's glorious in every scene he's in and carries the whole damn thing. And the blue butterflies!

I mean, look at that! Who sees a freaking black hole approaching and thinks "I'm about to be swallowed by a black hole, how unfortunate. Oh right, I'll use a spell to turn this into... hey blue butterflies are pretty, right? Yeah, I'm going with that". He's such an artist. And he saved the universe, I don't care what others say.

Second of all, OMG Nomad Steve. What can I say about him, he's perfect, he's awesome, I love him and he's the greatest thing in existence.

Look, to say I had a huge smile on my face when he said that is an understatement. The way he says it, he's so cocky and so freaking awesome. That's my Steve alright. I want a movie with him, even if it's just him calling Ross and others on their shit. I'd watch the hell out of that.

And Thor! My poor thing making everyone cry when he says he has nothing to lose then being a fucking badass in battle because a fucking Asgardian and they rock, baby!

Man, the way everyone cheered in this scene... they did that several times but especially in this one and when Steve came out of the darkness in the station. I think we love Cap in this country lol

And Quill! He did shoot Gamora, how amazing is that? People blamed him for the snap (weak people, it wasn't his fault, leave the guy alone) but the fact that he did shoot showed just how brave and good of a guy he is (you can tell I've grown to like him, right lol)

Oh and of course this scene:

I love him.

And this one too:

Nat, Okoye and Wanda? Fuck yeah, baby.

And Steve and Thor being cute because they can't help it:

Okoye asking the real questions here...

And I'm not sure why but I always loved this moment when Wanda says "hands off". Dunno, it sounds possessive in a way and I kinda like it. Don't touch Vis!

And there are other moments but these are the ones I remember now. I had a lot of fun with this one in the theatre. It's not perfect, but... it has its moments.

[thanksjro]

More Than Meets the Eye #42 — The Return of Cybertron’s Waifu

Gee, Swerve, you sure are chatty today. Logorrhea acting up, bud? I’m sure it’s fine, though, nothing to worry about. Certainly not a desperate cry for attention since you’ve been demoted to tertiary cast to make room for newer characters. I’m sure you’ll be perfectly healthy and happy the next time we see you! Okay, we’ve got to go check in on the weird dance-party zombies now. See you later, Swerve!

Nautica and Skids are still on the Vis Vitalis, and boy howdy are they having a time. Not a “barnacle zombie” sort of time, a “private dance party” time. Skids dips Nautica (I think. All the friggin’ kibble is getting in the way of seeing any hand that might be on her back) as he comments on how good of a dancer she is. Nautica deflects, saying that she’s been too shy to really do much dancing prior to this, and it’s not like the Lost Light has many opportunities to break the boogie out between universe-ending crises.

Skids really just went in and flirted with someone without knowing their gender. What a Bicon.

It turns out that Nautica’s home planet of Caminus has a major focus and prioritization of the arts. Firestar flourished in that environment, seeing as she’s an acrobat, actor, and dancer, while Nautica was more of an outcast, what with her being a quantum mechanic. Needless to say, she was pretty eager to go when Windblade called on her to help with the Metroplex thing.

Nautica then reveals that the only reason she’s besties with Firestar is because over on Caminus, if you’re a loner past a certain age, you’re labeled as a social outcast. The actual term used is “persona non grata” but I’m assuming it’s not being used in the legal sense. At least, I fucking hope not. Firestar didn’t have a bestie at the time either, so, perhaps as an act of desperation, she nabbed Nautica, the biggest nerd on the planet who also didn’t have friends. Nautica, not wanting to commit social suicide, rolled with it, despite not totally loving Firestar’s personality.

Wow, Skids is divorced? Never would’ve pegged him as the sort to tie himself down in the first place, but damn.

On Caminus, platonic divorce is seen as the worst thing you can do to a person, and it’s highly encouraged that you work it out instead. Considering that it’s socially unacceptable to be single beyond 10 mega-cycles after your creation, there must be a swarm of folks in loveless friendships over there.

Actually, let me look up how long a mega-cycle is in IDW2005—

Oh, you can’t be serious. No wonder Nautica is miserable in her queerplatonic relationship.

While Nautica’s been explaining the shitshow that is Caminus, Skids has had himself a little sit, and seems to be slowly losing consciousness. Nautica notices this, and straddles the man before she notices the barnacle zombies surrounding them.

Because Skids is very weak right now, it’s up to Nautica to save the day. She readies for fisticuffs, getting promptly clocked in the face for her troubles. The sight of a woman being harmed causes Skids to pass out, and the two are quickly swarmed.

Over in the morgue, Nightbeat and Getaway are still dealing with their own collection of barnacle zombies. Nightbeat’s trying to work through what the fuck is going on, and Getaway gets snippy with him while avoiding getting smooched by a zombie. Nightbeat tries to return the snark, but gets his tit slashed while he’s distracted.

While he’s knocked on his ass, Nightbeat works out that the barnacle zombies were using Countdown as an incubator, and took just a little too much from the guy, thus killing him. This is also the fate that awaits anyone infested with these nasty little things. Better watch out, Getaway.

A rocket blast gets one of the zombies behind Nightbeat, and we finally see where Ravage got to. Ravage had torn into the morgue to try to get away from whatever was setting off his attention deflectors, but they had stopped pinging once the barnacle zombies had been revealed through the power of Nautica’s magic wrench. Here’s a quick rundown of how this works, pulled from last issue.

So whatever’s going on with these barnacle zombies works on the same principle as Ravage’s cloaking.

Getaway would very much like to get away from all the zombies, but Nightbeat needs to look at that famous corpse again, this time with the wrench light properly on it. As expected, it’s covered in barnacles.

Over in the Medibay, Minimus, First Aid, and Velocity are being assailed by the zombies as well, though Velocity seems perfectly capable of putting up a fight, as she fastball-specials a chunk of medical equipment that’s half her size into the throng of creatures. Firestar and Skystriker walk in to see what all the hubbub is about, only for Skystriker to immediately be torn to two. Also, everyone keeps calling him Skystalker, who is a completely different guy with the same color scheme. Looks like someone pulled an oopsie during the editing process.

They have First Aid check the vitals on Skystriker’s lengthways-ed body, as if he doesn’t have enough bullshit going on with Ratchet having run off to go get plowed by a 30-foot tall weeaboo. Luckily for First Aid, and everyone else, the hero of all hours has finally gathered the strength to do what must be done.

Ladies and gentlemen, please give a round of applause to… him.

Nobody does it like you, babe.

As they’re escaping, Velocity notices that the barnacle zombies are having some sort of reaction to Thunderclash. A manifestation of lust, perhaps, for the most beautiful Cybertronian? No time for theorizing, we must flee.

Back on the dance floor, Nautica’s crawled out from under the pile of zombies to stick her fingers into an electrical socket, electrocuting them all and allowing her and Skids to escape. The Vis Vitalis might need a visit from an electrician to make sure all the wiring’s up to date, that seems like quite the surge.

Firestar and Velocity run in at this point, while the fellas seem to have opted to drive. Nautica and Velocity catch up real quick, while Minimus tries to shut the door manually, seeing as Nautica’s power outlet trick likely blew the power. First Aid tries to rouse Skids to help, but honestly, considering how fucking strong Minimus is, I think we could probably let Skids take his nap.

Nightbeat and Getaway speed through the gap, Ravage riding on Nightbeat’s back. Between this and Cyclonus tucking Tailgate into his pilot’s seat, I’m beginning to think that letting someone sit in your driver’s seat is a lot more intimate than one might think at first blush. Earth must have taken some getting used to.

Or maybe a lot of getting used to.

Nightbeat waves the wrench around to check folks for barnacles, while giving everyone an earful on his working theory on what the hell is going on. He thinks that the barnacle zombies are a sort of super-chameleon species, that can become completely undetectable for the purposes of feeding on their hosts.

Then Velocity remembers a sentence structure issue so slight that I’m sure Minimus briefly considered marrying her on the spot for it, and we find out that Firestar is a fucking liar. She’s not the first officer of the Vis Vitalis at all, and she certainly didn’t save this ship from certain doom— in fact, it was the opposite that happened! After Nautica, Chromia, and Windblade fucked off into space for Metroplex reasons, Firestar, Velocity and the rest went to go look for them. They crashed into an asteroid and their pilot died on impact, necessitating Thunderclash come save the day.

Skids wakes up briefly for this news, and also probably because Nightbeat just shone a bright-ass light in his face looking for barnacles. Needless to say, Skids has them in spades. Now we just need to find out why exactly only certain folks are getting infested with parasites.

Now, what do Getaway, Skids, Thunderclash, a star athlete, a military general, and the star actor pilot from Firestar’s crew have in common? If you said “being hot”, that’s… actually not that far off.

Personality ticks are native to the planet of Marasma, which is where Firestar got her hair dye from. They snuck onto the ship and latched onto the pilot, who was one of the greatest actors of her time, which is why she immediately expired when the crash happened. Then they got ahold of Thunderclash when he came to the rescue, because he is the most beautiful, wonderful, charismatic, giving, kind, stunning, generous and understanding creature to ever grace the galaxy with his presence. This is why he had such a slow decline into near-death, despite his spark injury being fixed. His spark injury that was fixed by one of the personality ticks themselves!

I don’t think that tick was licensed, but let’s roll with it for the sake of getting to keep Thunderclash around.

Still, knowing how all this happened doesn’t automatically fix the issue, as Getaway and Skids are still dying, and god knows how Thunderclash is faring, considering that his paint job was already pretty sepia-toned at the start of this arc. Minimus tells everyone to shut up, his mustache turning into an arrow briefly, before he gets pummeled by the door exploding open. The personality ticks are here for blood.

Velocity goes into attack mode while Firestar cowers in the corner. Nightbeat gets his tits slashed again. Nautica makes a bomb out of innermost energon and Firestar’s hair. All this, and the ticks are still coming. Then the bad bitch that Firestar wishes she was walks in and all is well.

Later on, we’re over on the Lost Light giving blood donations to all the guys who had ticks. Magnus, now back in his armor, because I guess the ticks would’ve gone for it if he’d worn it over to the pre-wake, is discussing just what the hell happened with Nightbeat. Nightbeat, ever a lover of the reveal, explains his thought process for what could stop the personality ticks. However, it turns out that Nightbeat isn’t the only man with a brain on this ship, as Rodimus and Megatron were called by none other than Skater. You might remember Skater as the guy who got his tit honked in the previous issue. He, along with fellow faceless friends Flex and Borer, figured everything out and got a solution rolling.

Now that the ticks aren’t chewing on his spark anymore, Thunderclash is set to make a full recovery, and could actually join the Lost Light, now that he no longer needs the Vis Vitalis to live. Ultra Magnus is excited by this prospect, but who wouldn’t be? It’s fucking Thunderclash. Damn shame about the map he made being destroyed by all the post-party ruckus, though.

Over in the shuttle bay, Firestar and Nautica are saying their goodbyes. Firestar is ready to get the hell out of dodge, considering she saw a man get torn in half and had to retire her pride in the same day. Firestar then says that they should consider seeing other people, because she realized how backwards she had everything this whole time; the one who’s got catching up to do is her, not Nautica.

Nautica, knowing how this will go, considering Firestar is the only one headed back to Caminus, refuses, saying that their relationship is just fine, and there’s no reason to destroy Firestar’s social standing over being completely different people. They hug, and the Vis Vitalis shoots off for home.

… I sure hope they discussed that with Thunderclash before just running off, he looked pretty unconscious in that last scene.

That night, at Swerve’s, it’s time for EarthDance, featuring a playlist that I refuse to believe Blaster of all people would approve.

Tailgate makes a request for a secret song. Bluestreak is serving out of a bottle with what might be a Decepticon insignia on it, which has some strange connotations. Everyone is dancing like a fucking lunatic, and I don’t mean that in a good way. Riptide might be playing “Fuck, Marry, Kill” with Ravage, not realizing that one of the options he’s provided him with is his own son.

Tailgate walks up to Cyclonus and asks him to dance. Cyclonus, once again, refuses, stating that it would be embarrassing. Tailgate, pulling from the shit Getaway said earlier, mutters about always being embarrassing to Cyclonus. Cyclonus catches at least some of this, but Tailgate refuses to elaborate, and you know damn well by this point that Cyclonus ain’t gonna clear the air because talking about feelings is for pussies, or something.

It’s at this point that the song Tailgate requested comes on; it’s Cyclonus’s favorite Earth song, “The Power of Love” by Huey Lewis and the News.

Here’s a fun thing to do: in a separate tab, pull up “Power of Love” by Huey Lewis and the News, and stare at this specific image of Cyclonus:

Ridiculous.

Cyclonus, my dude, what the fuck is your arc even doing? You’re a rich old man with a massive sword and a love for a single 80’s power ballad, but you won’t dance and if anyone were to point out how down bad you are for your roommate you’d probably stab them. You are a fucking mess, and I love you for that.

Cyclonus, having realized that he might have fucked up, looks for Tailgate, but alas, too little too late. Getaway has claimed the marshmallow’s dance, swinging him like he’s about to slam the little guy into a wall.

Velocity reveals herself to have stayed with the Lost Light, entering to her own theme music, and Firestar is revealed to have gotten one last jab in at Nautica.

At the bar, Skids congratulates Swerve on an awesome party, and Swerve has a little smile to himself at a job well done. What a great ending to this rollercoaster of an arc! Cheers all around!

…God fucking dammit, Swerve, you’re not slick. I saw the music lineup, you did this on purpose.

[adultswim2021]

Robot Chicken #59: “President Evil” | September 28, 2008 - 11:30PM | S03E19

Man, I simply don’t care for this TV program. I’m also a little tired of the needlessly exhaustive way I cover it. Sure, I have the good taste to skip an inconsequential channel flip segment here and there, but me going sketch by sketch?? Just so I can briefly describe it and then be sassily dismissive of it? Who needs it! 

This one has Dig Dug, but real. This one has a sketch where a dad is mean to a doll. An Oceans movie but it’s more guys (some of them weird). And, I guess I’ll type slightly more about this one: A Tiger Woods sketch which I didn’t find funny until the end, when the reveal is that it’s a Nike-style ad and the slogan is “Tiger Woods: Mostly Chinese”.

The show does what it often does by having the final sketch contain a bunch of themed-sub-sketches. This time it’s nasty young people in a movie theater, shown very briefly between parodic movie trailers, but for some reason the Dig Dug sketch and the Oceans sketch isn’t part of it. Hell, they show ads in movie theaters, so the whole episode could’ve been this, and then they could have called it “Robot Chicken goes to the Cinema! Ah! What luck!”. 

The sketches in this are: A Michael Bay movie but it’s only explosions, a Gerald Ford movie that’s just him falling down the stairs in slow motion, A genre parody called “Young People on a Rythm Team”, one where Yogi Bear kills people and then Boo-Boo gets revenge called Ram-Boo-Boo, and they all fucking suck. The Yogi one is especially bad; it’s just Yogi killing people and then Boo-Boo as Rambo is basically tacked on to the end of it. 

The last trailer is 2001: A Space Odyssey but with boobs added to it, and this is accomplished by having a Playboy model named Robin Bain appear over the movie via greenscreen, with her shit out. This is pretty bird-brained, and even though I like almost any nude woman, I think Robot Chicken should stay in it’s lane when it comes to stuff like this. That being said: I checked the DVD to see if it was uncensored. It is. Huh! I suppose this is technically a first for Adult Swim, then, even though one had to wait until DVD before seeing them.

Anyway, I looked that woman up to see if she’s done any you-know-what with a you-know-what, causing it to you-know-what all over her you-know-why scenes, like the kind I like, but this cursory googling revealed that she is mostly a writer/director now, just like I'm not. Good for her.

EPHEMERA CORNER

MAIL BAG

I have a list somewhere of the weirder things turner S&P bleeped out on [AS]. My favorite one is "Bush Meat" from Black Dynamite. Stupidest one has to be a Loiter Squad episode where a character mouths a swear word in a silent film and they bleep it out even though there's no audio. Kinda related, I think pretty recently they cracked down on on-screen gun suicide, or at least when you actually see them pull the trigger. They cut it out of a Lupin VI episode. I could talk all day about S&P.

Those are both insane! I remember a showing of Back to the Future II (not on Adult Swim, obviously) that bleeped "butt-head" in a scene where Future Biff and 50s Biff say it to each other over and over, but later left in "ass". That stuff is so puzzling.

Kon writes:

Robot Chicken got cancelled because zoomers these days don't even know what action figures are, maybe they should bring it back with freaking IPADS, okay???

If they brought back Robot Chicken but it stared iPads and I could pick the shows that were playing on them??? I would be IN HEAVEN. If I could make Skibidi Toilet be on every screen, even better

it so funny to call robot chicken RC it make it sound like you are talking about the soda lol

If you like that you're going to love my soda-themed parody of the National Anthem, it goes like this:

♪ Oh Say Canned R.C.

That's all I got.

you omitted the best part of that final sketch which is the co-worker non-chalantly saying "hi larry" as he's about to gun mr. henderson and carol down.

Sorry, my friend Brayden, who probably wrote the last bag mail, is going to call me out for reusing my old "Oh Say Canned R.C." joke which I did on a message board with 5 people on it probably like ten years ago. He is probably testing to see if I will steal from myself. I just wanted to say right here and right now that it is my right and my prerogative to do whatever I want with all words. ALL. WORDS. Anyway, yes, that is funny, and it's a reference to McLean Stevenson's celebrated follow-up to M*A*S*H, Hello Larry.

the guy who plays Larry is a real star, sad he shot himself to death, removing himself from the canon.

I hope I mentioned this elsewhere, but Tim & Eric sung that guy's praises to high heaven on various commentaries (the Valentines Day Watchalong most recently). I don't know, I just like the idea of them finding a capably funny actor in the midst of all the eccentrics they cast. It is my favorite thing to think about.

[ronance4everbrainrot]

Stranger things incorrect quote generator (feat. Russian Gang, The Girls + Will, The Babysitters and random shit)

Pt. 6

Russian Gang

Murray: Wow, this parking is as straight as I am.

Hopper: I know I should be focused on the fact that you just came out, but HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY PARKING!

(gay Murray rights)

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Hopper, gently nudging Joyce aside with their foot: Joyce, move out of the way so I don’t trip on you.

Joyce, their eyes enormous: You kick Joyce? You kick their body like the football? Oh! Oh! Jail for Hopper! Jail for Hopper for one thousand years!

(idk what is going on..)

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Joyce: What is everyone for Halloween?

Yuri: I’m superman.

Russians: A clown.

Joyce: So I’m guessing we don’t need to get you a costume then?

(slay)

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Yuri: Ah shit, I forgot.

Dimitri: Forgot what?

Yuri: How do you expect me to answer that?

(I think that's their dynamic)

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Hopper: I just want someone to take me out.

Joyce: On a date?

Dimitri: With a sniper gun?

Murray: Both if you're not a coward.

(Murray getting the best lines)

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*Hopper dies in a game with ships*

Joyce: This ship is no longer a ship of love, it's a ship of vengeance, a gavel of justice against all that is wrong in the world, showing no mercy, as no mercy was shown to us.

Joyce: The spark of love will now fuel the fires of destructive glory as I wage my war across the world with righteous fury.

Murray: Legend has it that Hopper still haunts the ship, stealing my fucking drinks.

Hopper: Of course I do.

(Stop stealing his drinks, he needs them after dealing with all that matchmaking)

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Murray: What’s the straightest thing you’ve ever done?

Dimitri: *sighs*

Dimitri: I killed a man.

(just saying him and Hopper 👀 anyway)

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Dimitri: *sees someone doing something stupid*

Dimitri: What an idiot.

Dimitri: *realizes it's Yuri*

Dimitri: Wait, that's MY idiot!

(their dynamic)

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Joyce: *eating a cinnamon roll*

Hopper: Cannibalism.

Joyce: *confused chewing noises*

(She is, but she could also kill you)

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Hopper: We’re getting married, bitches!

Joyce: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.

(wouldn't be a problem for me)

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Murray: I think I should be allowed on ghost hunter tv shows.

Joyce: I think that would be dangerous for the ghosts.

(He'd be the best)

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[The Girls + Will]

*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’*

Nancy: Thanks fam!

Erica: Oh no.

Vickie: *cries* I love you too.

Suzie: Sounds fake, but okay.

Will: *A flustered mess*

El: Can I get a refund?

(I feel like that's their reaction to Mike saying I love you to them, at least 3 of them)

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Erica, at Suzie: You're my significant other.

Suzie: Yeah I am!

Erica, at Nancy: You're my child.

Nancy: Yes boss.

Erica, at Max: You're my bitch.

Max: Yeah I am- wait, what?

Erica, at Will: My bestie.

Will: Naturally.

Erica, Robin: HA, GAY!

Robin: Fuck you.

(just ignore the Nancy one and Max..? Also her and Suzie would be such a power couple tho, anyway, I just love the Robin one)

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Suzie: And now for a gay update with Vickie and Nancy.

Bonus: Them: *looking at Robin and Chrissy building Ikea furniture*

Vickie: Getting gayer.

Suzie: Thank you, Vickie.

(I saw something on tumblr saying Robin building Ikea Furniture and Nancy just watching her, so I added that)

(also Vickie answered because Nancy is too mesmerized)

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Suzie: Not gonna lie, I'm kind of afraid of Nancy...

Chrissy: As you should be.

Suzie: No, for real, they're kind of-

Chrissy: As. You. Should. Be.

(That's Suzie meeting the Girls for the first time)

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Erica: Advice of the day kids, if you ever meet someone who calls Gatorade flavors the actual name of the flavor instead of just the color then they are a certified nerd.

Chrissy: Yeah but you have to specify, frost glacier or cool blue? You can’t just say blue because there’s more than one blue.

Erica: Blue and light blue, nice try nerd.

(this is 100% Erica, tell me I'm wrong)

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Vickie: Sometimes I drink milk straight from the container.

El: The cow??

Vickie: What?

Nancy: El, W H Y?

(that's when Vickie adopted El. Because I saw a post once where Max is Ronance's child and El is Chrickie's child)

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Robin, on a random band name generator: Oooo! They Might Be Depressed Horses! That about sums up my friend group.

(Why horses tho)

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El: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

(and that's when Chrissy adopted her)

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Erica: Remember that time you dared me to lick a swingset?

Chrissy: No, I said "Erica, don't lick that swingset" and you said "Don't tell me what to do" and licked the swingset.

(You can't tell Erica what to do and what not to do, but I feel like she wouldn't do that tho)

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Suzie: Raisins. It's nature's candy.

(She would say that, wouldn't she?)

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Will: Some of us are still ‘it’ from a childhood game of tag.

Robin: way to just fuck me up on a Tuesday.

(They Gays™ bonding, also it remind me of the Tik tok when Millie says "it's shocking 'it' took 3 years to come out" and then comes an edit of Will's fruity walk and the text 'it')

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Max: What's this?

Robin, hugging Max: Affection!

Max: Disgusting.

Max: ...Do it again.

(mother-daughter bonding)

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Nancy: Here you go, Erica, a nice hot cup of coffee!

Erica: It's cold.

Nancy: A nice cup of coffee.

Erica: It's horrible!

Nancy: Cup of coffee.

Erica: I'm not sure if this even IS coffee.

Nancy: C U P.

(I think she regrets adopting Erica, or well Robin adopted her, but they together so)

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Robin: Define “dream”.

Nancy: Dream - the first thing people abandon when they learn how the world works.

Vickie: That’s too dark!

(Her in S3? Idk)

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Chrissy: If I was married to you I would put poison in your coffee.

Vickie: If I was married to you I’d drink it.

(They're joking.. Or are they 👀.. Yes they are don't worry... 👀)

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Nancy: Go fuck yourself.

Robin, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

(Well Damn-)

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Chrissy: My friends say I'm the most charismatic out of the group.

Nancy: Well, you always have a smile on your face.

Chrissy: Thank you.

Nancy:

Nancy: What drugs do you take?

(Chrissy probably got them from Eddie)

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Chrissy: I'm a firm believer in "if you're going to fail, you might as well fail spectacularly."

(She probably used that phrase for cheerleading once)

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El: Oh, fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers!

Erica: Please, just say fuck.

(Max can teach her)

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El: When life gives you lemons, what do you do?

Suzie: Make lemonade!

El: No, throw them back up in the sky and make life deal with it’s own shit.

(Max is already making progress)

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Nancy: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.

Erica: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy.

Will: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance.

El: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.

(you tried El you tried, also I just find Erica's funny because of the Russian Elevator thing and the falling)

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El: Why did you guys dress up as each other for Halloween?

Robin: Max is the scariest thing I could think of!

Max: Robin told me I should pick the dumbest costume possible.

(That's love, bitch 🙏)

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Vickie: Did you miss me while I was gone?

Robin: You were gone?

(no Vickie hate, but that was me after she didn't shows up until the last two episodes)

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[The Babysitters]

Argyle: Hey Steve?

Steve: Yeah?

Argyle: What's your favorite color of the alphabet? True or false?

Steve:

Steve: ...What.

(That was when they first met, it's canon)

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Nancy, handing out popsicles: Which flavor do you want?

Robin: Blue flavor!

Nancy: Uh, you mean Blue Raspberry?

Robin: Blue flavor! Blue flavor!

Nancy: Blue is not a flavor!

Robin: BLUE FLAVOR!

(Erica be calling Nancy a nerd)

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Nancy: Ducks are better than rabbits.

Robin: What? Rabbits are adorable. Have you ever been in a fight with a duck? Ducks are jerks.

Argyle: Duck is delicious! Rabbit is all gamey.

Robin: We’re not talking about flavour, Argyle!

Argyle: Flavour counts!

Robin: Who carries around a duck’s foot for good luck? Anyone?

Steve: You wrap yourself in a comforter stuffed with rabbit hair. I’ll wrap myself in a comforter stuffed with duck feathers! Who’s cozier?

Robin: Okay, but-

Steve: NO, NO, NO, NO. WHO’S COZIER?

Argyle: Then why don’t we take a rabbit, a duck, stick ‘em in a cardboard box and let them fight it out!

Robin: BECAUSE IT’S ILLEGAL, ARGYLE!

Argyle: ONLY IF WE BET ON IT, ROBIN!

Nancy: I- Jesus-

(No ducks or rabbits were hurt in this quote)

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Eddie: What do we think of Robin?

*pause*

Argyle: *sighs* Nice pal.

Jonathan: I think they're gay.

(Jonathan has a gaydar?)

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Argyle: So Steve was just using me?

Robin: I’m sorry, Argyle.

Jonathan, trying to contain their amusement: You must feel pretty stupid right now.

Argyle:

Robin: Ok, that’s a time-out.

Jonathan: No, I was just trying to-

Robin: Go sit over there!

Jonathan: *walks away in defeat*

(Steve was using Arygle for weed or smth to get closer to Eddie and Jonathan saw it coming. I love Robin)

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Steve: We have a problem.

Nancy: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

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(derogatory)

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Robin: We have a problem.

Nancy: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

(affectionately)

Eddie: Here is my wall of inspirational people.

Argyle: Is that a picture of you?

Eddie: Yes, I am big enough to admit that I am often inspired by myself.

(Would he?.. He would... Or not?.. Idk... You know what, he would)

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Eddie: Thank God you were there, Nancy. I knew you wouldn't let your best friend die.

Nancy: I'm still gonna arrest you. I just can't do that if you're dead.

Eddie: Whatever you gotta tell yourself. Baby steps. It's hard getting then out of their shell.

(Nancy is a cop and Eddie (probably a criminal...drug dealer) is her best friend or well slow burn best friend (they already friends but are gonna be best friends), anyone?)

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Jonathan: Do we have any orange juice left?

Robin: *pours the remaining juice into their cup*

Robin: Sorry, we’re all out.

(When Jonathan was still dating Nancy)

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Jonathan: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?

Robin: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

(same timeline)

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Nancy: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.

Eddie: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy.

Steve: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance.

Robin: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.

(now this, this is perfect)

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Nancy on stage: Everyone's talking 'bout climate change,but when is Steve gonna start talking 'bout some underwear change? Am I right ladies?

Crowd of People: *cheers*

Nancy: *pulls out a gun and shoots Steve until they run out of bullets*

Nancy: *reloads, then shoots Steve until they run out of bullets*

Nancy: *looks into camera after a brief pause* Who killed Steve?

(girlboss, gaslight, gatekeep queen, she slayed, she ate and left no crumbs. I was the crowd btw)

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Nancy: When I was your age-

Robin, mocking Nancy: When I was your height.

Nancy:

Nancy: Listen here you little shit-

(I love the 'Taller person is younger, and smaller person is older' thing... Because that's me.. I'm most of the time.. Well I'm always smol and most of the time older than my friends)

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Steve: May luck (and this picture of Eddie eating shredded cheese at 3 in the morning) be with you.

(that was Steve to Robin after she said that quote above lol)

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Eddie: Robin, get that hidious thing out of the living room, would you?

Robin: Steve, Eddie wants you to get out of the house.

(affectionately, they are platonic Soulmates)

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Jonathan: It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close.

Argyle, blushing: Okay.

Robin: It's fucking summer.

(Robin did it the next day)

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Robin: *coughs blood*

Steve: Don't die, Robin!

Robin: Don't tell me what to do!

(I love those fanfics, Robin angst ✨)

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Argyle: I'm usually that person who has no idea what's going on.

(the A in Argyle stands for Angel because without him they wouldn't have found El or the pizza dough freezer ✨Argyle Appreciation✨)

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Argyle: *shatters a window and climbs through it*

Argyle: *turns around and helps Jonathan through it* Breaking and entering is wrong Jonathan.

Jonathan: Okay.

(yeah Jonathan, why would you break into a house?)

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Eddie: Hey, did you know as a kid I accidentally ate paper?

Jonathan: I feel like we've all done that at least once.

Argyle: I ate it too-

Jonathan: See?

Argyle:: -On purpose...

Eddie & Jonathan: ...What?

(he did, but I did too..)

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Argyle: I'm hot, I’m tall, I'm gay, and I'm on my theatre kid arc.

(Jonathan be having good taste tho)

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Eddie: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles.

Steve: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one?

Eddie: Seize the dick.

(I'm not even surprised, but also I'm surprised that Steve knows that.. Robin taught him someway)

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Argyle: Everything will be ok. You can not stop it.

Argyle: Everything will be fine. You have no choice.

Jonathan: What the fuck kind of pep talk is that?

Argyle: Ominous positivity.

(Yes)

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Argyle: No more making fun of me when I misuse dated cultural references, alright? Are we cowabunga on this?

Robin, sighing: Fine. We're cowabunga.

(I want them to interact)

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Eddie: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

Robin: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.

*Nancy walks in*

Robin: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

Bonus:

Nancy: Hey Robin! Good that I found. I need som-

*Robin kisses her*

Nancy: *blissed out* wha-

Robin: *casually walks back to Eddie* ok now your turn again, Truth or Dare?

(Nancy stands there frozen for a few minutes and just walks away forgetting what she wanted to asked)

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Eddie: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

(it's just a spicy funny story)

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Nancy: Argyle-

Argyle: *sighs* Jonathan used to call me Argyle...

Nancy: ...Because it's your fucking name.

(I don't even know what to say)

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Nancy: Why don’t you go talk to them?

Argyle, sarcastically: Oh. Yeah, sure.

Nancy: What? So you go tell them they’re cute, what’s the worst that could happen?

Argyle: They could hear me.

(Nancy trying to get Argyle to talk to Jonathan)

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Steve: Why aren’t you sleeping?

Robin: I’m too busy plotting your murder to sleep, Steve.

Steve:

Robin: ...The nightmares.

Steve: *wrapping their arms around Robin* Awwww, sweetie-

(They definitely cuddle, this is canon, this happened off-screen after Season 3, I love their friendship)

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Eddie: I like your top, Nancy!

Robin: I have a name, you know.

Nancy: *sighs* Why. Why are you like this.

(it's your fault Nancy, you chose her, now you have to deal with stuff like that. Also imma die on my 'Robin is a Top' hill)

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Eddie: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be?

Argyle: Maybe a bit tipsy?

Robin: Drunk.

Jonathan: Wasted.

Nancy: Dead.

(Argyle never made bad decisions, he's too good for that, Steve just stayed silent because he'd be double dead)

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Jonathan: And here we see Robin and Eddie in their natural habitat. Texting eachother variations of the word "garlic bread" to try to make eachother laugh.

Robin: Gaelic bread.

Eddie: Grueling brad.

Robin: Ha ha, glamorous beans.

(Why beans 😭 glamorous tho 💅)

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Argyle: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life.

Eddie: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back...

Steve: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.

Robin: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years.

Jonathan: I knew I lost that potential somewhere.

Nancy: Mental stability, my old friend!

Argyle: Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?

(did that hit a little too hard? I'm sorry)

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Jonathan: The Ocean is a soup.

Steve:

Steve: Do elaborate.

Jonathan: What are needed for something to be a soup?

Steve: Erm... Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine.

Jonathan: *Tilts head*

Steve: The Ocean is a Soup.

Jonathan: The Ocean is a Soup.

(Steve got high with Jargyle)

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Steve: Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit, and wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.

Jonathan: That's deep.

Argyle: That means that ketchup is a smoothie.

Jonathan: That's deeper.

Nancy: ...You guys are idiots.

(Nancy found Steve high with Jargyle)

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Robin: Just be careful, Nancy!

Nancy: *heading out the door* I'm always careful, Robin!

Nancy: It's everything around me that's careless.

(Robin was there with Nancy when they found Steve and Nancy leaves)

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Robin, to Nancy: Look at you! All cute and small! I could just eat you up!

Nancy: *proceeds to kick them in the shin and run away*

Argyle, walking past: Rule number 1, don't call Nancy cute or small.

(Nancy came back and Robin is now high too and flirting with Nancy, Nancy got flustered and angry, and left again. Argyle is spitting facts)

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Robin: This is horrible! This is the most humiliating thing to ever happen to me!

Eddie: Oh-? Even more humiliating than-

Robin: We are not doing this!

(Robin after she realized what she said, and Eddie trying to embarrassed her more)

(end of story)

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Eddie: Didn't you die?!

Argyle: That was weeks ago, dude. Things change.

(I just love the 'dude', it's so him)

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[Random Shit]

Enola, knocking on the door: Eleven, open up!

Eleven: It all started when I was a kid.

Enola: That’s not what I-

Millie: Let them finish!

(I love Enola, and this is so accurate lol)

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Enola: Millie, get that hidious thing out of the living room, would you?

Millie: Eleven, Enola wants you to get out of the house.

(Damn)

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Enola to Eleven: Me? I'm the bee knees, but, you? You're just...

Millie: Cockroach ankles!

Enola: Ye- uh, what?

(Stop insulting El)

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Eleven: Hey guys, I found a spider. Cool little lad. Thanks for eating the mosquitos.

Eleven: Oh no, where did it go?

Millie: ELEVEN WHAT THE FUCK?!

(I feel you Millie, also idk if she's scared of spiders, but this is funny)

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Eleven: I couldn't do this without you, Enola.

Enola: Sure you could. Not as stylishly, of course.

(I love this)

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Eddie: Go big or go home!

Maya: Please, for once in your life just go home. I'm begging you. Go. Home.

Eddie: I'm going big!

(That's how Maya reacted (while watching) when Eddie cut the rope)

(I wrote Robin, Maya, Eddie, Joseph, Steve, Joe and with this quote and those two people it chose, it's the only good connection I can think of)

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hope you enjoyed it 👍 Um, that's it 👋 byeee, lots of love ✨🥺❤️✨

[rott3nc0re]

The Artist & The Freak

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vi. ǝʞɐl s’ɹǝʌol

warnings: explicit language

Lucas - green text

Erica - bold green text (future chapters)

Dustin & Max - orange text

Nancy - bold orange text

other chapters: i | ii | iii | iv | v | vi | vii | viii | ix | x | xi |

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The two of them had walked for hours to find a notable spot for her friends to find her at. She still thought about last night, the look of Patrick’s body being folded into the air. His piercing scream still in her head. She’d been crying out of fear. This time it was serious, something bigger was coming to Hawkins. And that something was coming for her and her loved ones.

“We can stop at Skull Rock” Eddie said, stopping in his tracks. Cleo stood still, hugging herself as she started sobbing. He looked to see she was standing at a distance from him and walked over to her. “Hey” the soft tone of his voice was present as he wrapped his arms around her. She immediately hugged him back, holding on tightly as she sobbed against his chest.

He rubbed her back, pressing gentle kisses on her forehead. He pulled away to cup her face, kissing her tear stained cheeks and looking at her softly. “You didn’t deserve to see that” he whispered, wiping her tears away his thumb.

“What if something happened to Robin? O-Or Steve..? Fuck”

She had all bad thoughts, thinking about how her best friends could’ve ended up like Patrick.

“O-Or Lucas…”

She kept rambling until he shushed her.

“No, nuh uh don’t think like that, Cleo. They’re gonna be okay,” he reassured her. “We can still try calling them, yeah?” she nodded and handed him her bag. He gently took it and went inside to get the walkie-talkie. “Come” was all he said as he took her hand, leading them to go underneath the rock to stay out of sight. He pulled the antenna up and pressed the button to start speaking.

“Dustin? Dustin, you there?”

“Eddie! Hey, are you guys okay?” Eddie looked at Cleo as they both smiled at each other, finally getting someone on the other end.

“Nah man, we’re pretty goddamn far from okay”

“Alright, we’re coming to you guys okay? Where are you?”

“Underneath Skull Rock. You know where that is?”

“Yeah, yeah okay, we’re coming as soon as we can”

They said their goodbyes before Eddie pulled the antenna down and putting it back into her bag. He sighed and sat down onto the ground. She saw that he was stressed, ready for all of this to end. She sat down on her knees, lacing her fingers with his. “Need anything, Eds?” she asked softly. He shook his head, “Nah. To be honest, I just need you” and looked at her softly. She smiled and moved closer to him.

“I just… I thought i’d stay in the clear for a few more days but…”

“But?”

“Those assholes had to find us and one of them had to die… what if I still get blamed for it?”

“There’s absolutely no way anyone would still blame you for that. I mean how would you be able to do something like that?”

He shrugged, taking her hand in his. “Just whatever happens to me, promise you’ll always be by my side?” he was genuine, vulnerable around her. She gave him a quick soft peck, kissing him softly. “Absolutely not, you’re on your own” he smiled at that, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

“Cleo!?” she whipped her head around at the familiar voice, running towards her friends. “Steve!” she hugged him tightly as he did to her. Robin came over and hugged her friends, forming a group hug. And of course as she pulls away, she hugs her brother tightly as possible, smothering him.

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The group explained how Eddie became a number one suspect which saddened the both of them.

“Is there anything we can do, I mean-“

“We don’t know Leo but, I say we just kill him”

“I’d say we chop his head off”

“Drive a stake through his heart”

“A stake? Like a vamp? Is he a vampire?

“Well we can’t do any of those things until we find a gate” Nancy chimed in. Eddie looked at Dustin with confusion as he was pacing back and forth. “Henderson s’not cursed is he?” Eddie turned to Steve and asked. “He’s always like this.. I hope” Cleo said to Eddie which she was standing by Steve.

As Dustin finally explained his wondering pacing, he went into detail about the compass going haywire. That a gate was at Lover’s Lake.

“Wait but, how is it at Lover’s Lake?”

“We’re just gonna have to go and see”

Everyone agreed to check out Lover’s Lake for the gate and started to head over there.

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“Sooo, care to tell me what happened while you were with Eddie?” Cleo scoffed as everyone walked to the lake, a little spaced out from each other. “I don’t know I just.. I just became head over heels for him Robin” she smiled at her friend. “Well no matter what Steve says or thinks, i’m happy for you” Cleo looked up at her, smiling really big.

“So, what happened between you and Leo?” Steve asked the metalhead. “Oh we just got really close. We got to know each other more and shit” Steve wasn’t buying it. “Well how close did you get with her? I saw you two holding hands” Eddie was a little freaked out by this. His tone did seem was a little upset and he didn’t mean to get him there. “Did you kiss her?”

“Kiss her? No, no why would I-“

“I’m not mad that you kissed her or not man”

Eddie had a look of relief on his face as they continued walking. “Just-“ he stopped in his tracks, Eddie following. “Just don’t hurt her” Steve had a very serious tone and look to his face. “Yeah, I won’t. I swear on everything.” Steve nodded and continued walking. Eddie jogged a little bit to catch up with Steve.

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The sun has set and everyone made it the lake. The boat was still there, with Eddie taking off the cover. “Alright, you kids stay here” Steve said to Lucas, Max and Dustin. “And you too, Leo” she widened her eyes, by now Robin was getting on the boat. “No, no i’m coming with” she argued, Nancy was now on the boat. Before Steve and Eddie looked at her.

“No you’re not”

“Yes I am, Harrington”

She walked past the two boys, getting on the boat. Eddie looked at her with a smile and looking back at Steve. “We can make room for us, right?” Eddie said to Steve, with Steve visibly being annoyed. Without saying anything he got onto the boat, the girls making room. All of a sudden there were shouting and flashlights being seen. “Shit!” Eddie said, finally getting onto the boat and pushing them off. The younger kids went to go distract the police as the older kids went to go find the gate.

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“I’m very surprised we haven’t tipped over yet” Robin said to the others as they were stranded in the middle of the lake. Eddie pulled out a pack of cigarettes, took one out and placed it between his lips. “Ew gross” Robin took the cigarette from his lips and threw it into the water. With the compass in Nancy’s hand, the magnetic field was very strong. “It’s here but.. where?” Nancy asked everyone. “It’s down there, it has to be” Cleo said, pointing to the lake. Without thinking, Steve stood up, carefully not to tip them over. He handed Eddie his flashlight, taking off his shirt next.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going down there”

“What by yourself?”

“Yeah, look i’ll be fine. I got this”

Before anyone could say anything he dove in, the boat tipping a little bit. Cleo got anxious but she knew he was a really great swimmer. Her face said it all for Eddie, taking her hand in his and holding it. She gave him a small smile, with him returning one back.

Steve came back, gasping for air. “It’s there!”

“It’s—“ before he finished his words, he got pulled down by something, alarming the rest of the group. “Shit! Steve!” Cleo shouted, watching her best friend being pulled back in. Nancy stood up, Eddie saw her. “Hey, hey what are you doing?” Eddie asked her. “I’m getting him back, stay here” and before anyone could speak, she dove in. Cleo looked at Robin, the both of them nodded.

“Wait, wait you two aren’t going down there right? I mean she just said to-“

“Stay here? Yeah i’m not following that shit” Robin dove in, following Nancy.

As Cleo was getting ready, Eddie softly grabbed her wrist to stop her. “Cleo don’t, please just stay here” she sighed, sitting back down and holding his hands. “Eddie, Steve could be in trouble. He’s my best friend, I gotta help him” her voice was soft, to calm him down. She gave him a gentle peck on his lips before diving in after Robin. “No! Shit!” Eddie was panicking, voice got high while yelling. “This can’t be happening. Fuck, fuck! Okay, okay” he tried calming himself down and tried standing up.

“Shit shit shit shit!” he yelled as he tipped over, finally following after the others.

[joshuaalbert]

*chicago mobster voice* koyk

alright spocko

favorite thing about them 

I like the duality of him I think. like the man is completely fucking unhinged and hanging on by a thread most of the time but he’s also extremely clever and has the background knowledge to support what he’s doing and he does have these really interesting quieter moments. he’s representation for those of us who were quiet and nerdy in school and then became gay and insane and also representation for those of us who have had the first stanza of sea fever memorized since we were 15. i also just genuinely think he’s fun to watch. he has very few legitimate flaws as a character but because he feels kind of personally out of control a lot of the time, it doesn’t feel like the situation’s under control 100% of the time even though you know he will ultimately have the skills necessary to get them out of it. not to make this entirely a kirk vs picard point, but picard always feels far too in command of the situation and that’s less fun to watch imo.

wow what a surprise me talking about a character turned into a long post. continued after the cut

least favorite thing about them

i. do not like tos movie kirk in general especially as the series goes on. idk who that is but he's not kirk a lot of the time. like at times series kirk is short tempered or snarky at a time he shouldn’t be or something but he’s still very much driven by his love for exploration or humanity or his crew. it seemed like what they were going for in the movies was that he was going to be disillusioned in the beginning but then regain that, but if he did, it didn’t stick around. he just feels vaguely misanthropic to me and while hero decay is not inherently a bad arc, it doesnt seem like that’s what they were necessarily going for, because that’d be an uncharacteristically depressing throughline for tos content imo. I still haven’t finished VI lmao and part of that’s just because I was bored but part of it was bc I was like. I don’t think I like this character right now? part of it’s bc with age i increasingly look at him and go “yeah that’s william shatner” and not “yeah that’s kirk my friend kirk” but part is because he seems like he’s much more what a lot of Male Fans™️ thought the character was where he’s this cool guy who doesn’t care about the rules because fuck you. it’s not All the time, but he lacks warmth to me a lot of the time.

brOTP

i respect people who ship kirk/mccoy or spock/kirk/mccoy but generally i'd say kirk and mccoy are brotp to me. i also really enjoy his dynamic with chekov.

OTP

like. spirk is the og for a reason. when we started watching it my expectation was that I would be like “yeah I get where people were coming from” but not necessarily much more than that but by episode…3? I was like oh. yeah. okay. okay.

nOTP

in terms of things I’ve seen people actually ship I can’t think of anything off the top of my head, but fuck every time the show tries to stick him with like a 19 year old and even reading about the proposed johanna mccoy storyline makes me want to commit a felony so I’m glad they did not do that.

random headcanon

kirk is a real guy and he’s spent the last like 60 years fighting for control of william shatner’s body.

unpopular opinion

pour one out for every male character that gets called a himbo and is characterized as a complete dumbass in fanon despite being demonstrably smart and innovative in canon. yet another thing that got passed down to riker!

also fuck anyone (shatner and the kirk fanboys with terrible ideas about masculinity and a fundamental misunderstanding of the character) that thinks kirk would hate wesley. there’s literally no supporting evidence for that. he’s maybe not Great with kids but he tries his best with them (several episodes but charlie x stands out in this regard) and i think 2x13 obsession helps disprove this as well

song i associate with them

as with most of the information in this post you already know this but highwayman is a very kirk song to me. the last verse is obvious but I think he’d like the idea of having been a highwayman and a sailor and a blue collar worker across past lives.

favorite picture of them

yeah,,,,,,,,,,,,

[moonspower]

🎁 = Does your muse become flattered to receive gifts?

😘 = Does your muse like to flirt? Do they like to be flirted with?

♡ = Is there any kind of person that your muse will never date?

✨ @countlessrealities. meme. still accepting!

🎁 = Does your muse become flattered to receive gifts?

vi likes to use his hands and he likes to make things and he has many hobbies, so he likes gifts that align with his hobbies specifically over useless stuff like teddy bears or jewelry… like if he's given flowers, he'll encase them in resin and make paper weights. he'll turn them into rose salt or rose jelly or rose syrup for cooking. he likes bookmarks… he reads a lot. if his partner is also a supernatural freak or someone that knows about magic, a good way to get to vi would be a scrying mirror because the one he uses is pretty ugly ( he just procrastinates on getting another ) or a pretty pendulum or candles that he can bless.

he also loves food, alcohol, and weed. man if u give him weed, he's won the fuck over!! so yeah he's flattered by gifts, but he's not too fond of trinkets that don't have a use. like sure he can use jewelry, but vi has a specific taste for jewelry and he doesn't expect a man to have the intuition to bring him anything that looks like vivienne westwood. he'll just get it himself.

but if you make something for him? like make it???? wow... true love, you got him for life . . . because he's the type to make things for his partner too.

anyway he really likes gifts that are useful and make his life easier in some way. he doesn't need anything expensive or fancy...

😘 = Does your muse like to flirt? Do they like to be flirted with?

he's not entirely sure how to flirt, it's not rly in his skillset. like he tries, but he feels weird about it lol... like virote tries to be flirtatious then he has a meeting with himself in his brain like ' okay you're being really weird, please stop ' and i chalk it up to his inexperience with romance or successfully being about to woo someone.

his efforts to flirt come from banter and light teasing, which might come off as him just wanting to be ur bestie... for the most part, he tries and kind of likes it but he hasnt honed the art of it

in terms of being flirted with, it's most likely to go over his head because he can't believe a man would flirt with him in the first place. but when virote can use half a braincell to add 2 + 2 to figure out someone is making movies, he becomes nervous glkfjdgldk. so he likes being flirted with! he wants to feel desired by someone so much that they go out of their way to flirt with him! but he'd struggle to believe it if it happened

ultimately i blame his past relationship for messing with his head this bad because now he doesn't have the range to flirt and not feel disgusted with himself over it. :///

♡ = Is there any kind of person that your muse will never date?

someone who doesn't respect his culture. virote is a very proud thai / thai-chinese person and he can't stand the concept of being romantically connected to someone that doesn't respect where he's from. and it's not even about putting in the effort 2 learn thai or anything cuz he doesnt mind if his partner doesnt do that, but at least respect the food, his very loosey-goosey buddhist beliefs, and customs.

ud think this wouldnt be an issue but i had a ship yeaaaarssss back i dropped because the person made it a joke for their muse to keep calling virote a korean.

and im not even gonna get into someone i was already writing with presenting me a plot point like ' what if my muse thought vi was japanese until they got married '...