#But anyway my IMMEDIATE reaction to God’s little reminder to love others was just the >:( face LOL

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Live footage of me when the Holy Spirit reminds me that I’m supposed to love everyone even though people are getting on my nerves

(via @/linkeduniverse)

[praisethesuuun]

Hello are you taking request right now? If yes, can you make a Ror Gods ( Hades, Poseidon, Thor, Hercules ) separate. X warrior goddess reader. The reader is strong, fearless and strict, but she is also serene and bright.

I really hope I nailed this one! Sorry for any mistakes, english it's not my first language💧

RoR characters x warrior!reader

HADES

💀Hades would surely be very intrigued by you. He would start asking questions about your past: how come you always look so cold? But it would only take a short time before he completely changes his opinion about you.

💀It's the little things you do that attract his attention the most, leading him to look at you with a sweet smile and eyes enchanted by your figure. Like, for example, that time when he saw you taking care of Cerberus, caressing him and falling asleep against his soft mantle...he wanted to take a picture so bad!

💀His heart warms every time your bright smile illuminates the dark fog of Hellheim, bringing some sunshine even in that cramped and demon-populated place. Hades would immediately become attached, trying to make you smile as much as possible with kind gestures and signs of affection... he doesn't want to lose that serenity. You must understand that the King does not leave his castle often, but the joy you radiate when you are calm reminds him of the sensation of the sun on your skin and the fresh summer wind that blows over the fields.

💀When you are intimate enough to tear down all your walls, Hades will be the first to scale your ruins and heal your wounds. Kissing your battle scars one by one has become a habit every time you undress in front of him, and the King of the Underworld is always happy about it!

POSEIDON

🌊He would not initially show too much interest in you. Used to always seeing you in armor, I can see him being convinced that you're a man. At the big revelation that you're a woman, probably happened when you took off your helmet in front of him out of respect. First reaction: shock!

🌊The tyrant of the seas doesn't want to be intrigued, it would be a blow to pride for him, a demonstration of weakness: so he shows attention involuntarily. Poseidon would watch you from a distance, silently following you and convincing himself that he really isn't interested.

🌊It's a constant battle inside him, in which on the one hand he is disgusted by your character, while on the other hand he wants to kiss your smile away. It's a bit of a love and hate relationship with you.

🌊Poseidon likes your cold part much better: the figure of the precise warrior, who does not make mistakes in battle, who kills without hesitation. Finds your other side, the joyful and happy one, full of flaws and not worthy of being a part of a fighter like you.

HERACLES

🔶️Get ready, because you've just found yourself a new best friend. Heracles will look at you with his deep blue eyes, scrutinizing you in a mix of happiness and curiosity, like a puppy that has been given a new toy.

🔶️"Hey, do you want to fight with me! What a cool sword you have! And...wow...I like your armor!" and he will say these sentences over and over until you actually give him an answer. Heracles won't let you get away and will want to make the most of every moment together.

🔶️The first thing he'll do is ask you for advice on his fighting style, then asking you to join him on his adventures. You may be a skilled fighter, intelligent and resourceful, but the demigod will always care for you anyway, showing his affection by protecting you in battle.

🔶️He'll probably make his move when one of you is injured during one of your missions. If it was you who was hurt, then Heracles will use the excuse of being able to tend your injuries to touch you and try to kiss you, moving gently and trying not to hurt you further. If, on the other hand, it was the demigod who was injured, he will gently rest his head on your chest when you heal the small scratches on his face. "Your touch is so gentle...I-I think you missed a cut-"

THOR

🔴Silently observing you at the gatherings of the gods has become a habit for Thor. Your ethereal figure, your apparent calm and cool aura, your incredible strength...you remind him a bit of himself. Maybe you don't like these useless encounters either, you would like to be away from that place, away from everyone. Thor could keep you company...

🔴He would like to challenge you to measure your strength, but he doesn't want to hurt you, he's too scared that he might do something wrong. Expect to find yourself in front of a Thor who makes you win on purpose, even if you know it perfectly, you don't care, the important thing is to see his smile every once in a while.

🔴Loki might try to disguise himself as you or steal your armor, but don't be afraid, Thor would recognize you even among a thousand Lokis. And then you'll make them pay together, just like the inseparable couple that you are!

🔴One thing the god of thunder loves is when you sit intimidatingly on his shoulder, then drop sweet kisses on his head, showing him your sweetest side. He sees it as the most intimate gesture there is, so prepare to be chauffeured around by Thor.

[kafus]

a likodot themed analysis of HZ049

hello it's been a while since my last truly longform post like this but guess who watched HZ049 today and is going absolutely fucking feral bonkers about it. it's me. and i have things to say about it of the likodot variety because if i don't get these thoughts out of my head i'll explode.

forgive me for my shipping bias because i'm not sorry. however i am slightly sorry for how messy this post ended up being my god i had a lot of thoughts but i did my best to make this at least somewhat entertaining to read and comprehensive. but it really is a long winding mess LOL. FULL OF PASSION AND ADORATION I LOVE THIS SHOW AND I LOVE LIKO AND DOT MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THIS WORLD

obviously there are heavy spoilers below the cut i'm going to be violently pulling apart all the scenes where these two interact and gnawing at all of it

so. first off. this episode displays massive growth in liko and dot's relationship by method of showing how much liko's behavior around gurumin has changed since these two met and since dot initially confessed to being gurumin. as we all know liko was a massive superfan of gurumin, and then when dot confessed to being gurumin... well liko's reaction was. Uh

well she was having a little bit of a crisis about it LOL. historically liko has gotten very flustered and panicked when reminded that dot is gurumin. and she has been really prone to fangirling still (ie. getting really excited about helping gurumin in HZ019 with the bakery stuff or helping gurumin with the pig town stuff in HZ036), despite knowing the person in the suit. she goes as far as to try to ignore that dot is in the suit entirely and keep them separate in her brain (shown for instance by her freaking out over seeing dot halfway in the gurumin suit in HZ039) because if she were to mentally cross those wires, she wouldn't be able to handle it.

but now in this episode, things have obviously changed a lot over time. the episode opens with a small scene that explains what dot is doing about gurumin while they are traveling on the terastal course (filming them beforehand and scheduling ahead of time lol) but liko and dot have a conversation about (a really CUTE conversation) about gurumin in the process.

do not get it twisted, liko is still very much a fan of gurumin, but this conversation is a lot more comfortable and grounded. she gets a notification about a new gurumin video and she's excited (and surprised because of the timing), but she is not panicking about it. and her first reaction to this information is to directly ask dot (with the softest expression fucking ever??) about it. this directly connects dot and gurumin together in a strong way. liko is no longer running from the fact that dot is the youtuber she looks up to, and in fact she's being pretty upfront about it.

not related to my main point, but i also just want to gush a little here about this scene more - dot reacts similarly to liko showing so much affection for her work in a similar way to how she reacted in HZ008 to liko complimenting her through the door - getting flustered about liko's genuine energy, but this time they know each other and are looking at each other face to face. liko's affectionate energy is enough to make her relent that maybe someday... she could film outside... which shows the sort of effect liko has on her. and also this becomes relevant later in the episode where dot literally does film gurumin videos outside - it's just good writing/foreshadowing lol

anyway, this continues later on when liko is the first to get worried about dot doing the battle livestream with nanjamo as gurumin instead of herself. i think if this situation had happened much earlier on, liko would have been thinking a lot more about the excitement of the idea of seeing gurumin battle in real life, but she doesn't even initially have that thought and have to backtrack, she's immediately worried about dot instead.

ironically, liko recognizing that gurumin isn't dot, as in gurumin is a mask that dot puts on instead of being representational of her true self, drives home liko's recognition of dot as gurumin even more. she understands the connection between dot and gurumin and what gurumin is to dot enough to have this concern in the first place - one roy initially doesn't understand, that is specific to liko. there is zero compartmentalization of dot being a youtuber here! liko is concerned about her friend who is an influencer, where she puts on a mask to be confident and outgoing. dot and gurumin are fully connected.

it's also worth acknowledging that liko holds the gurumin suit and is concerned about it being damaged but nothing more - unlike in HZ021 when she goes to dot's room to give her the suit after it's been washed and cleaned, and she's a little nervous and flustered about it still.

i've always talked about how there's a bit of a difference between shipping liko and dot, and liko and gurumin - not that those two sectors have zero overlap, but that to liko, gurumin and dot were usually kept so separate mentally that fans online could often be sorted into camps of being interested in the running silliness of liko's fascination and flustered behavior with the whole gurumin thing, and liko and dot's connection with each other as normal (girl)friends... liko has progressively adjusted more to dot being gurumin and has had moments where she is able to set aside her fangirl heart to be there for dot (like when she mentions dot being gurumin in her little supportive speech in HZ027), but this episode shows that in a much more drastic and meaningful way, and now those two sectors are FULLY overlapping canonically. i think it is overall a sweet and good thing for them that liko is able to see dot as a whole and directly appreciate her creative skills/work. it is obviously meaningful to dot!

TLDR;

HZ039:

HZ049:

you get the point.

NOW. onto the SECOND thing i want to talk about. the thing i've dubbed LIKODOT TELEPATHY. aka holy shit these girls understand each other without words. liko and dot understand each other on an intrinsic level and often notice when the other is worried, or pushing themselves too hard, or etc. that is EXTREMELY evident in this episode through liko's concern towards dot.

going back to the first scene before the opening theme, liko detects immediately when dot comments on roy's upbeat attitude that dot might be feeling nervous about her upcoming battle, and immediately offers reassurance.

(unfortunately i have to put aside my ramble about liko's continued lack of self esteem and her putting herself down here for another time because otherwise this post will get so off-topic and longer than it has any right to be, but you get the point. also holy shit dot saying "you don't have to fuss so much" but smiling and saying that line like she's happy to have liko fretting about her makes me CRAZY. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. BUT. coughs. ANYWAY)

then, like i mentioned earlier, liko is the first to be worried about dot in this episode. she's the first to notice dot's anxious/shutting down behavior:

the first to recognize that dot might actually walk away unhappy if she were to do her terastal exam as gurumin instead of herself:

and the first to recognize that her filming videos outside is not as genuinely upbeat and happy as it may seem:

(two quick side notes about this, i really like how the writing puts emphasis on liko's concern by contrasting roy's total lack of it multiple times - NOT that he doesn't care of course, but just that liko understands dot particularly well and is in touch with dot's feelings in a special way that roy isn't. additionally, it makes me feel crazy that dot probably got the idea to film outside from liko's affectionate encouragement in the first scene in the episode... like, she's basically trying to use liko's advice to hype herself up and get through this... of course she would!! trusting liko's words has always ended up positively for her!! liko is such a massive support for her!! and liko acknowledges herself that yeah she said that but that isn't what she meant. GOD. i'm so insane about these girls)

this is notable not only because it's very sweet that liko is so concerned about dot, but also because dot doesn't really understand this herself. she is trying so hard to put on the gurumin facade, to run away from her anxiety as far as possible, to avoid the bad. and yet despite her attempts to cover her true feelings up as much as possible, even from herself, liko sees straight through it. dot cannot mask around liko, she understands regardless, sees the parts of her she doesn't want to acknowledge.

the contrast between dot's understanding of herself and liko's understanding of her is immense. directly after dot boldly proclaims that she feels so much stronger as gurumin and happily mentions that she has nanjamo's permission to do their battle as gurumin is when liko finally confronts her. the difference in mood is startling, almost, and easily shows that contrast. i need to break down this confrontation in detail cause it makes me insane

first, liko is still too nervous to say what she wants to say, but as per usual with LIKODOT TELEPATHY (tm) dot immediately notices liko going into her polite i-don't-want-to-inconvenience-you voice and pushes for what the matter is. she can tell immediately that liko has a problem even though liko hasn't said anything yet.

liko doesn't want to rock the boat and is overly gentle with her words (once again i have to push aside my ramble about liko's confidence problems AGH) but finally speaks her piece about the situation.

i want to mention here as well, these two situations are very different, but the similarities of dot noticing liko pushing herself back in HZ027 and then liko recognizing dot pushing herself in kind... SIIIGH

dot's reaction is to stammer with MUCH less confidence than before that she wasn't forcing anything. she's taken offguard by liko's concerns, but it's evident she recognizes what liko is saying within herself and is grappling with trying to maintain her mental wall after liko has cracked it in half with her words. liko was right and saw right through her, and dot isn't sure how to handle it. she avoids eye contact and everything.

this is where i bridge my conversation about likodot telepathy into talking about dot's characterization and growth as a character, so bear with me - quaxly attempts to drive the point liko is making home by separating dot from the gurumin suit, but afterwards is... The Scene. liko tries to bring the conversation back to what they were saying before, but at this point dot is overwhelmed by quaxly's actions and feels socially/emotionally cornered and... she explodes and screams at liko.

i think it's an interesting part of her personality that she is prone to irritable/angry outbursts and yelling when she has her buttons pushed too far and i'm glad that remains consistent for her, especially because...

the last time dot yelled directly at liko like this was in HZ008. the situation is actually quite similar with dot being pushed too far into a situation she doesn't know how to handle by liko reaching out to her more than she is ready for, causing her to lash out. but some MAJOR things have changed since then - obviously, the first time was through the door before they really knew each other, before liko had even seen her face, but this time it's up close and personal and they know each other. but secondly, at the beginning of the show, dot is irritated and overwhelmed by pretty much any attempt at conversation. she has come such a long way that now she's brought to screaming by something much, much more massive, with the whole being streamed live while battling in real life thing, showing how much she has overcome since then... and not only that!! thirdly! the first time, liko was encouraging gurumin, sharing how much of a fan of gurumin she was, and now this second time, it's in reaction to liko essentially telling her "i don't think you actually want to be gurumin in this situation". point is, the amount of growth dot has had is ironically so easy to see in her screaming at liko here because of the sheer level of contrast between the two times it's happened.

by this happening again, it also gives dot the chance to recognize her own shitty behavior and apologize for yelling later even though liko (nor roy) were asking for an apology - in fact they seemed to be surprised that dot wanted to apologize in the first place, like they had forgotten all about it. i think both liko and roy are used to shrugging off some of dot's more irritable behaviors, but this time dot noticed herself that she messed up and takes that moment to say sorry, which is sweet of her and once again a moment of character growth.

considering that dot also follows this up with the statement that she will take her terastal exam as herself, the apology is also connected to it - like she recognized that what liko was saying, the thing that made her yell, ended up being true. it was liko's genuine attempt to help her. and now that she's come to that conclusion on her own, she can see that yelling was even more misguided.

and that's my final conversation topic about this episode - the fact that dot came to that conclusion on her own. yes, liko cracked the wall she was putting up and gave her that starting push, but dot went above and beyond to take that crack and then smash that wall into pieces without liko's help. which despite what it sounds like i think is extremely important for these two's dynamic moving forward.

i'm going to spare you the analysis of dot's fear of cameras, why she hides behind gurumin, as well as a breakdown of the whole part of the episode with varoom bc i'm trying to talk mostly about likodot here, but assuming you've watched the episode you know what i'm talking about. here, i'm focused on the part where liko exclaims that they have to help dot, and dot denies her help and says she wants to handle it on her own, and then from this experience she is able to conclude she wants to do her terastal exam as herself.

this is massive. for so long, liko has practically dragged dot along and held her hand through tackling new experiences... sometimes literally lol, thinking about the scene in HZ027 where liko drags dot to chase after terapagos by the arm. but anyway, on top of that, this is also different from her standing up to her mom in HZ041, which was ALSO massive, but a large part of that episode consisted of liko's interventions, and she was pushed into that situation where she really had no choice in the matter. she had to if she wanted to stay on the brave asagi which was non negotiable. but here? there was nothing stopping dot from just taking the help and running from the cameras. in fact it probably would have been much easier to do that. but she wants to prove herself, and not because she has to to get the thing she wants, but just because... she wants to. she wants to succeed on her own.

and i think that's really important in the context of not just dot herself, but likodot, because while it is very sweet of liko to constantly be pushing dot and leading her to further self understanding and more confidence, and i will always be emotional about liko essentially caring for her to the point of dot braving ending her time as a NEET, the end goal for that should always be that dot is given confidence in herself to exist as a person independently of liko's pushing, for her own sake.

i think it's also incredibly meaningful that liko saw this happen - she experienced running out to help dot like usual, and then actually having her advances denied, but not for bad reasons this time... she gets to see dot be a better version of herself and come to that conclusion liko tried to push earlier, on her own accord, in her own way.

i say all this because i want liko to be able to love dot not as a person to fix but also just... a person. i want what liko has done for her to cause dot to be a better person outside of what liko does, for herself. and i want liko to be able to love the wonderful and more confident person dot becomes as a result. do you understand. am i making sense. GAH. i am so worked up about this. i'm holding them both in my hands and shaking them violentlySJDFJFSD

god. thank you for reading if you've actually come this far. i am going to end off this messy and deranged casual "essay" with a couple of notes i wasn't sure how to fit anywhere else.

one, i think it's very nice that when roy thinks dot's in trouble, liko is sure enough in dot's intelligence and battling skills to say with great confidence that dot MUST have a plan

and TWO, AHHHH I'M SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT EPISODE AHHHH AHHHHHH WE ARE GOING TO GET EVEN MORE DOT CHARACTERIZATION AND GROWTH AND SHE'S GOING TO FACE HER MENTOR FIGURE HOW AM I GOING TO HANDLE IT AFTER ALREADY WRITING THIS MUCH ABOUT THE FIRST EPISODE IN THIS TWO-PARTER AND ALSO WHAT WAS THIS GAY SHIT IN THE EPISODE PREVIEW AHHHH AHHH

thank you for coming to my ted talk. goodnight tri state area

[morganbritton132]

PLEASE ELABORATE ON THE BRACELET WITH EDDIES NUMBER ON IT

Was there a time Steve sleepwalked and someone did call Eddie? Was there another time it came in handy when Steve lost Eddie (or Eddie lost Steve) or something other?? Please I need more that is so cute

Just a warning, I made this sad for no reason.

Once when Steve went on tour with Eddie, he wandered off in a post-ictal fog and ended up lost in the city. It took them a few hours to find each other because Steve didn’t know where he was nor did he have any money on him. After that, he would write the phone number of Eddie’s manager on his arm since he was the only guy on tour with a cell phone.

Pat, Eddie’s manager, wasn’t thrilled with this arrangement because he didn’t particularly like Steve, but after Steve channeled the coldest version of his mother and reminded Pat that only one of them was replaceable – “And managers are a dime of dozen” – he begrudgingly agreed.

He was never called.

Steve actually got the idea for the bracelet from one of his second graders.

After a pretty bad allergic reaction, one of his students came back to school with a little silver bracelet on her wrist. It had her mother’s phone number on it and the words ‘Peanut Allergy.’ She smiled up at Steve when she showed him and said, “My mama says this will keep me safe!”

He smiles too, “I bet it will.”

The bracelet is a surprise that Steve never gets to tell Eddie about. The day it comes in the mail, Eddie is over at Gareth’s for a D&D campaign so Steve never even gets the chance to tell him. He goes to bed before Eddie gets home and wakes up in the Emergency Room.

He’s cold and his feet hurt, and there are cuts on his hands and medical tape on his face, and for a second, he thinks he’s in the backseat of a blue Camaro with the world’s most reckless driver. He tries to sit up and it sets up an alarm and then there’s a hand in his, squeezing it.

It takes Steve a second to recognize the rings, to follow the rings up an arm, up to big eyes and messy curls, and Steve breaths out the only thing he can think, “Wow.”

“Wowza, big boy,” Eddie grins back at him, and Steve loves him. “How are you feeling?”

“Did something happen?”

“Yeah, uh. Sleepwalking again,” Eddie hums and then he smiles again. He taps a ring on his free hand against the metal bracelet on Steve’s wrist, “This is fucking brilliant, by the way. Did you think of it?”

Steve’s jaw kinda hurts like he’s been clenching it, but he smiles anyways, “Yeah.”

“You’re a genius, babe. They called me immediately,” He says, kissing his knuckles. Steve frowns, seeing a bruise there. Eddie notices and his grin takes on a chaotic edge, “You punched a security guard.”

“What?”

“For real, babe,” Eddie laughs at the panicked look on his face. “I don’t know what they did to trigger you, but you fuckin’ decked one of ‘em.”

“Oh my god, I’m going to jail.”

“Nah, it’s all good. I took care of it,” Eddie says and then to the skeptical look on Steve’s face, he rolls his eyes. “Okay, fine. The guy is a fan and I gave him tickets not to press charges. Also, he feels pretty bad about spooking you since you clearly weren’t in your right mind.”

“Was in my left mind then?” Steve half-jokes, half-yawns. “Who brought me in?”

“You did.” Eddie’s smile dims in a way that’s a little sad but full of love. “You came here on your own actually – without shoes. We’re gonna have to teach your left mind about shoes – and, uh. Based on what I’ve heard, you were looking for a patient.”

“A patient? What patient?”

“They, uh. They said you were looking for Max.”

[cerridwen007]

Unwind.

*Images are from Pinterest and are used for aesthetics only.

Pairing: Boyfriend!Dieter Bravo x f!reader (afab)

Word count: 4.1k (18+) MINORS DNI!

Summary: Your boyfriend, Dieter, has come home early from a project. Hoping to surprise you, he instead gets a surprise of his own when he discovers what you like to do unwind alone from a long day.

Notes/warnings: Smut, fluff, DUB-CON (one party is under the influence of ouid but they are both very into it), established relationship, accidental pervy!Dieter, accidental exhibitionism, pussy drunk Dieter, masturbation (f and m), sex toys, descriptions of smoking the devils lettuce, mentions of other drugs, porn with little plot, oral (f!receiving), piv sex, cumplay, they are both just super horny and sweet for each other, swearing, no y/n. 

a/n: My first Dieter fic, I can’t remember really where or when I got the idea for this fic, but I knew it just screamed Dieter. This is probably quite up there with the filthiest thing i've written, and i'm not sorry, lol. Also, I apologise for my very long absence in posting writing. Life just got the best of me, and I lost all motivation pretty much to write. Ngl I don't think this is my best work, cause I'm a little rusty but it's fun and I enjoyed writing it. But anyway, I hope y'all enjoy, and any interactions with my posts mean the world to me. Love yall so much! <3

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Now that his months-long project had wrapped up early, all Dieter wanted to do was surprise you. The both of you had long played the game of hiding behind corners and hiding in all sorts of spots to try and scare each other, all throughout your relationship. 

But more often than not, it was you that made his heart jump out his chest, and a long list of swear words leave his mouth as he over-dramatically clutched his chest. To which you always laughed so hard you cried a little at another successful scare and his reaction. “I'll get you next time.” he mumbles, under his breath, a cheeky grin on his handsome face as he plans when best to get you back.

So now, with an upper hand, he was hoping that he could give you a big fright and jump out of your closet when you least expect it. But what happened was so much more surprising.

You had just gotten back to your shared apartment after what felt like the longest week of your life. You had been drowning in deadlines at work and were so glad that it was friday evening so you could finally get a proper break. After ‘gracefully’ hanging up your jacket on the hooks near the front door and tossing your keys into the bowl on the entryway table, you immediately take off your bra as you walk into your apartment. Throwing it on the back of one of the barstools sitting in front of your kitchen island.

A loud sigh exhaling from your mouth as the pressure is released from your sore shoulders. It had been a long day at work before you ran around afterwards, getting a whole bunch of errands done that you had been putting off. So you were exhausted and understandably so. 

You kick off your shoes as you walk through the messy apartment, not bothering to put them away where they belong or tidy up the growing mess just yet. No, first you need to unwind from the long ass week you had. Besides, the weekend started tomorrow, and you would have plenty of time to clean up then and before Dieter came back a week and a half from now.

You sighed again sadly thinking about your boyfriend. God, you missed him. He had been gone about 3 months now, and each day didn't get any easier. When the two of you were together, you were attached at the hip. Spending all the time you could together; talking, laughing, cuddling and fucking.

So it was quite a change the last few months going from spending almost all your time with your favourite person to almost none, except the few short calls Dieter managed to find time to have with you amongst his very busy schedule. 

You tried to remind yourself of the fact that Dieter would be back before you knew it, and then you could once again spend all the much needed time together that you wanted.

You opened your fridge looking for a snack. You could have to tie your over till dinner that you would order yourself later, a treat for the end of a busy week. 

You picked a few string cheese packets from the chilly shelves of your fridge before closing it shut with your hip as you walked off into your living room. Sitting down with a big “oof” on your couch and immediately sinking deep into the plush cushions as far as you could.

Dieter's heart was beating fast as he watched you through the horizontal slats of the storage closet door. He waited with baited breath, trying to find the perfect time to jump out and give you both the scare and surprise of a lifetime. He had been lucky enough to arrive an hour or so before you got home, which gave him plenty of time to get ready and pick the best hiding spot before you arrived.

He bites his lip, trying to hold back the chuckles wanting to escape as he imagined your hopefully soon to be shocked face. He watches as you get comfy on the couch and can’t help but look at you with adoration, even with dark circles under your eyes and your hair slightly untamed, you looked like a dream, the prettiest thing he has seen. 

You quickly finish your cheese sticks, hungrier than you thought you were, and toss the wrappers on the coffee table. Yet another thing to be cleaned up tomorrow. You let out a long yawn and stretched your arms above your head. A cheeky smile graces your mouth as you realise how you're going to spend the rest of your night unwinding.

You waste no time in reaching into the draws of your coffee table before you and pulling out a dark green bong with small red flowers decorating it that Dieter got you for your birthday last year. You put it down the top of the coffee table briefly as you pull out a matching glass box with your stash in it and a red grinder. 

Your fingers are working swiftly in their practiced work as you get your first cone ready. You pull out your black zippo lighter with your and Dieters' initials and the day the two of you started dating engraved on the front. You flick your thumb over the flint wheel a few times until it ignites. You take in a fraction of a breath before putting your mouth on the end of the glass tube, tilted towards you.

Holding the flame over dried grounds, watching as the white smoke slowly crawls up the neck of the bong. You let the smoke enter your lungs, filling you with warmth.

Your lips only disconnect when all the smoke is gone and you breathe in a little of fresh air. You hold it in your mouth for a few seconds before you tilt your head back and exhale all the hazy smoke. Your loose fist covers your mouth when you let a small cough. 

You decide to do one more hit before you put down the ‘vase’ and let your head rest against the center of the back of the couch. Your legs spread wide, carelessly, as you wait for the drug to slowly take its effects. You groan as you lie back on the couch with a mouthful of smoke. You tilt your head up to look up at the ceiling as you let the hazy white cloud float from your parted lips.

Reaching down beside you, your fingers find something from out under your couch, a rectangle box. You open it to reveal a matte purple 8 inch, life-like, dildo. Fit with veins, balls at the base, and all. Your mouth waters just from the sight.

You have been extremely horny as of late. You always are when Dieter goes away for long periods of time, and you don’t have him to give you toe-curling orgasms all the time. You can never make yourself cum quite as hard as Dieter can make you come, but not from lack of trying. You lazily scoot down the couch a bit so you can take your pants and underwear off. 

Dieter eyes bulge in head when he realises what you about to do and he swears his heart skips a beat when he sees that you're wearing his boxer briefs, even more so when he sees a glistening line of arousal, saturating them. He palms his now fully erect cock through his jeans, as his eyes connect with your glistening folds.

You take the hefty dildo out of the box and half haphazardly toss the container to the ground. Your breath hitches in your throat as you make quite work of sliding it through your folds, the tip catches deliciously on your clit.

You toss it to the side for a quick sec and reach down to your bong on the coffee table, after taking another cone you put it back on the table and grab the remote of the table, flicking on the tv and putting on one of your favourite vibey sex playlists on spotify on.

You sigh as you lean back and you take off your work shirt, leaving you in nothing but a flimsy old tank top, which you nipples prominently stick out of and some cosy socks. You pull your breasts out of your shirt and start groping yourself while watching the screen playing at a low volume, with hazy eyes.

You soon pick the silicone dick up again and slowly tease yourself by tracing around your lips and through your dripping seam. Your head lulls on the back of the couch. You tease around your aching hole with the tip before pushing in ever so slightly. Your eyes roll back for a second as you moan at the slight stretch. “D-dieter.” You softly call out.

His eyes bulge out of his sockets watching you, his hand unconsciously reaching down under the elastic of his pants to feel his rock-hard erection. He swipes his thumb over his weeping tip and has to bite back a groan.

You pump in so slowly, only till it reaches halfway before you pull it out further again. You continue this to help work yourself open.

He watches you intently, stroking himself to the slow rhythm youv’e set for fucking yourself. He uses his other hand to pinch his base every few minutes, to keep from blowing his load, so close just from the sight of you.

God, he doesnt even care about scaring and surprising you anymore, all he cares about is watching you as you fuck your self, quietly calling out his name as you take your time in getting to your release. He has half a mind to just jump out now and fuck you himself but the sight of you spread out for him, caught up in your own little pleasure-filled world is a sight to good to be true. 

He studies your form like he doesn't know it like the back of his hand, like he hasn't spent hours upon hours coaxing the prettiest little moans and whimpers from you, caressing over every single inch of you.

His eyes will never grow tired of the sight of you, your centre gushing with arousal, your eyes fighting to stay open, your mouth on the other hand, fighting to stay closed as a beautifully orchestrated ensemble of curses, moans, groans and his name come flooding out of your mouth.

His mouth waters as the ring of your arousal grows thicker around the base of the silicone cock. He missed the taste of you so much, while he was away. He loved spending hours between your legs, until you were shaking and overstimulated and had to beg him to stop. Crying out “Dieter! Please!” as you struggled to push away his starved mouth.

Your head is feeling quite light now, and the pleasure is rushing through your veins as you increase the speed of your strokes. You keep chanting Dieter’s name, over and over again, softly as if it will summon him somehow. Well shit, maybe it does.

Before he even realises what he is doing, his hand is fumbling for the doorknob of the closet, and he is stepping out, sweaty, and disheveled, all just from watching you. Your heart stops for a second as you hear the closet door near you open, your brain unable to come up with any sane reasonings until Dieter walks out flushed and sheepishly in a trance, consumed by his love and lust for you. 

“Dieter?” You whisper, shocked to your core, that he is standing in front of you and still not entirely convinced that he isn't a hallucination caused by your hornyness and longing for him. And also maybe the drugs too.

He swallows harshly, his throat dry. All the liquids in his body seemingly have traveled lower in anticipation. You're about to jump up from the couch and squeeze him till his ribs break, but he beats you to it, sinking to the floor in front of you and hugging your calves tightly. As much as you missed your baby, you can't help but feel a little awkward, having been caught masturbating and still with the dildo between your legs, no doubt.

Before you can even clear your throat and try to explain yourself, Dieter starts kissing along the tops of your thighs, up your stomach, then sternum, up your throat till his lips lock onto yours. He kisses you with such meaning and passion as he tries and conveys all the feeling of how much he missed you and is so glad to see you now into a single kiss

“God. I. Missed.You. So. Much. Baby.” He says in between quick pecks before once again consuming your mouth with his own, trying to make up for all that lost time he wasn't able to taste your lips on his.

You break the kiss with a gasp, looking down to your legs where Dieter is spreading them to see the current state of your throbbing pussy. “Fuck and it sure looks like she missed me too, huh sweetheart. Just oozing and weeping, begging for my touch. Ain't that right baby?” He lovingly teases.

You grin and spread your legs even further to let him get an even better look at you swollen, glistening folds, still clenching around the girth of the dildo. He reaches his hand up between your legs and pulls the toy in and out of you slowly, eliciting a whimper from you.

“Fuck.” He groans, completely enthralled by the sight of you, and the growing creamy ring of arousal you have created around the base of the cock. He continues to slowly pump it in and out of you, as you squirm above him, your once lost orgasm now coming so close to grasp again. 

“Dieter...please.” You croon, begging him not to stop as you feel the edge of your high starts to wash over you.

“Atta girl, fuck just like that. Cum for me baby.” He softly demands, as he works the now shiny dildo hard, fast and deep into your cunt. He sits up a bit on his knees and hovers over you.

Leaning his head to the side he starts to suck on your pulsing clit. His eyes roaming between your leaking hole and trembling thighs, up to your red, cloudy eyes struggling to stay open with your brows furrowed above them. Your mouth agape, curses and whimpers as your orgasm hits you full force. 

He watches with blown eyes, mouth hanging open, nearly drooling at the sight of your back arching off the couch, as the waves of your orgasm crash over you. He slowly pumps the cock in and out of you, prolonging your high till your legs close firmly around it. He carefully opens them back enough so he can pull out the cock.

He palms himself as he inspects the aftermath, mouth watering from the sight and smell of your creamy residue slathered upon the tip to the flared base of the slick silicone. He sticks out his tongue and brings the base, where most of the cum has gathered in a band round the bottom, to his mouth. You watch stunned and too aroused to speak as he licks it clean of your sweet drippings. 

“God baby, missed the taste of this sweet pussy.” he groans. You clench around nothing as you watch him, eyes fluttering behind closed lids, messily tongue the silicone like one might lick brownie or cookie batter of a spatula.

After he finishes with the lower half, his lips pink and shiny, he wordlessly brings the tip up to your face. You grin devilishly before opening your lips wide and sucking the fat head into your mouth. You too moan at the sweet taste of yourself, not often shared directly from the source but usually from Dieters tongue do you taste the sticky release of your climax.

He palms his painfully hard cock through his pants, before spreading your thighs wide once again, and feasting on the remaining juices. You moan as best as you can with the cock down your throat, before removing it from your mouth and sitting it beside you as you watch Dieter's beautiful curls bob up and down between your legs. 

His tongue slides from your quivering hole to your clit, licking flatly. He alternates between sucking your nub, to fucking into your wet hole.

You fight to keep your thighs open, to not crush his head or let the gorgeous sight below you be hidden, but you can’t any more as the drug haze inside your veins seems to have taken all your strength. Sensing your struggle, Dieter curls his arms around your thighs, holding them open and drags your center closer to his hungry mouth.

You whimper at the dull pain that you feel from his tight grip holding you apart, just under your breaking point. The aching soreness from your legs being spread so wide, only adding to the intensity of pleasure rolling around in your stomach. 

He alternates between eating you messily, and slowly picking you apart. Motorboating his lips and nose between your folds, and precise and firm licks on your clit while curling his thick fingers up into that sweet, sweet spot inside you, that has you moaning, incohesive gibberish from your pleasure and drug intoxication.

Even with Dieter being the sober one (surprisingly), he sounds just as wrecked as you, if not more. So drunk and intoxicated on you and your pussy, something he and you both thought he was deprived of way too long.

Soon you are reaching yet another, and surely not the last of night, orgasm. Your thighs shake with the intensity of the pleasure seeping into your veins. Your lips go from being an wide ‘o’ shape to a cheesy wide grin as the dopamine and endorphins flood your system. 

Dieter makes sure he licks up every single drop of your essence before he rises off his knees slightly and encases you in a massive, big bear hug. Feeling what little air was left in your lungs, you giggle along with Dieter breathlessly as you squeeze his middle just as hard.

He lifts his head to plant the softest, sweet kiss on your lips before rubbing his nose against yours. You take a deep, tired breath in and your eyes flutter close, his delicious musky scent filling your nostrils once again. 

“I missed you so much too, baby.” You whisper. You admire the deep crows feet around his eyes as he grins, his dark rich eyes sparking as he beams with happiness, love, and lust. His smile turns into something that of the devils as he begins to caress your body.

He lifts up your arms and takes off your tank top, throwing it on the ground somewhere. Before his lips lock onto your pebbled nipples. Groaning as he squeezes and plays with the other one, before switching his mouth over. After leaving your tits a glistening, saliva-covered mess he descends further down your body, his kiss-bruised lips planting themselves on every single inch of skin he can see. 

“Mm need to fffffuck you sweetttt thing, and ffffeel that heavenly p-pussy wwwrapped around me againnn.” He mumbles, his lips smushed against your stomach. You softly laugh and nod your head. Getting the gist of what he was saying and knowing him well enough to know what he said that you didn't catch.

“Please Dieter. Please fuck me. Need… to feel you. Missed you…. and your cock…. so fucken much.” You garble out in your own form of a coherent sentence.

Dieter can’t help but whimper listening to you, his cock pulses with need for release as he listens to your confession (although mumbled) of need for him.

He can’t wait any longer.

He reaches under your ass and lifts you up and shifts you so you're lying on your back longways on the couch. He quickly shucks his shirt off, getting a little stuck in the process as he does so. You both giggle and laugh as your hands go up to help him. He soon pulls it off and makes quick work off, shoving his pants and boxers off his legs.

Both of your eyes are shining with something so deep and emotional as you admire each other's naked bodies. A sight seen countless times between the two of you but one that neither would ever grow sick of. You reach up and stroke your hands up and down Dieter's front, feeling his strong chest and plush belly that you love very, very much. He whimpers as your hands trail down into the coarse hair at the base of his leaking cock. 

Even as he towers over your relaxed form, there is an air of submission to him still. The way his eyes are glazed over with no other drug than love, pupils blown wider than when he was higher than a kite on LSD. His eyes brows slightly furrowed in, his chest moving fast as he pants. His bottom lip trembling with anticipation of connecting your bodies together so intimately once again how they should be. How they would always be if Dieter got a chance. 

He shakes himself out of his love trance and lowers himself over you, his forearms resting on the couch beside your head. You close your eyes and kiss him deeply, giving him a piece of you that no one but him gets to have. Literally and spiritually. He groans almost pathetically when you reach your hand down and swipe his tip through your once again dripping folds. 

Your squinting and red eyes look up at him pleadingly, just begging to put the both of you out of the agonising wait and finally feel each other. He smiles a soft smile before he lines himself up and slowly pushes into your pulsing cunt. 

“Ohhhh….ohhh…oh…yeah, honey.” He moans out as he slowly bottoms out in your cunt. You gasp as you adjust to his considerably large girth. Something you truly will never fully get used to. Your hands clutch as his biceps, grounding yourself as your fluttering pussy adjusts to him.

“God….fucken hell, baby. You feel somehow even better than I remember. Jesus christ.” He pants, his face screwing up from the pleasure just simply inside your beautiful heat gives him. He desperately tries to think of anything else other than your stunning form below him and just made for him cunt, feeling already so close to blowing his load.

He reaches down and pinches his base and quickly begins Jack hammering into you fast and hard, to hopefully get you off before he ultimately finishes way quicker than he intended to.

“Oh f-f-fuck, Dieter!” You cry out, eyes squeezing tight at the immediate hard and fast pace Dieter has set while fucking you.

“Im s-sorry b-baby. Fuckkk. You just feel too damn good. I just n-n-need. Ahhh. Need you come before I-I-I do.” He stutters. 

Your heart and cunt clenches around, eyes rolling back from the pure ecstasy coursing through your as Dieter repeatedly stuffs his fat tip into the squishy part deep inside you.

“OoOoh shit, baby. Can feel you clenching real good around me, god damn!”  He groans.

You lay there bonelessly, whimpering as Dieter’s fingers circle you clit just right. Sending you over the edge into the deep depths of mind-numbing pleasure. Your body shakes as your orgasm comes crashing down and over you, with Dieter only seconds after.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh oh oh shit,” He wails out with every rope of cum that spurts out of him, his hips almost unconsciously thrusting themselves as deep as they can go every time, only stopping on the last rope of cum, burying his now spent cock deep into your pussy. He lets his full weight drop on top of you as he catches his breath from his own high. 

You breathe out with a soft smile, feeling such bliss and warmth from Dieter being here with you. He moves his head from your neck and looks at you. You both smile wide and break in hearty chuckles, before kissing each other.

You relish in the feeling of Dieter’s chest booming with laughter pressed up against yours, feeling his beating heart beat under you hand, showing that he is here with you now and just Dieter in general, his body fitting on top of your like a puzzle, like two pieces that you never would’ve known hadn't always been connected together like this. 

And that’s exactly how you fall asleep, entwined in each others arms, connected in all ways possible, smiling to yourself as you listen to Dieter’s soft snores and you feel his heart beating strongly against yours, before you two let the sweet blissful temptations of sleep take you too. Everything was going to be okay now that your love was back with you. 

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[dk-ghostmachines]

I gotta talk about FourDogs (again)

It's barely about her, though. I think "he's so lucky his dad was brutally murdered" and "people with trauma need a second handicap because they're too motivated" are such absolute-the-fuck-ly bonkers takes, they're not even worth the time it took me to get mad about them, which was immediately. This time around, I have way more to say about audience reception. I'll try to keep it civil.

It feels like a lot of us are responding from increasingly personal places because these are characters with which a lot of us identify, or we see traits in them that remind us of people from our real lives. And hey! Another performance and storytelling slay on the part of one Brennan Lee Mulligan. Who else can invent 50+ characters every year and play them to the point where any one of them can evoke both an "omg that's literally me!" and an "omg that's literally Dani, the girl that bullied me all of freshmen year until I punched out her front tooth in the student parking lot and got in-school suspension for a month!". And whether Kipperlily reminds you of Dani, or reflects your own anxieties about potential, ability, and trauma, an important thing to remember is this: she is not real!

Brennan made her up! Brennan made her up to tell a story, and when he made her up, he made her annoying, petty, antagonistic, and he gave her not just opposing goals to the the protagonists we know and love, but the explicit goal of ruining The Bad Kids' lives, specifically.

Now, I'm not saying she's fictional to be a dick, or dismiss any deeper readings on her or any of the Rat Grinders. I'm bringing it up because the way I'm seeing people talk to each other about these characters is starting to get a little wild and it's in danger of waking up The Olde Gods™ (i.e. the special brand of Tumblr Self-Righteousness that lives inside us all).

It's important to remember Kipperlilly is a character in a fictive work so that different interpretations of her don't get treated as stone law. Each reading of her is personal and valid, but none are gospel. The "Kipperlilly is but a victim" take is not the only correct one, nor is radical empathy for her as a character the only correct reaction. Also, even if I consider her sympathetic that is not incompatible with an opinion like "Kipperlilly needs to get roundhouse'd in the head by a lesbian in a tracksuit and/or a wizard in a jean jacket, posthaste". Sure, you can say that anyone who doesn't feel a deep and eclipsing empathy for Kipperlilly above all other emotions is immature at best and sociopathic at worst, but then I can just say anyone who demands solely empathy for Kipperlilly and excuses her literal crimes and bass-ackwards world view because she's insecure and has anger issues, is probably also someone who has a history of weaponizing whatever minority status they may or may not occupy to talk over, silence, or harass people of color.

They're both just opinions. And also, like. Y'know. A bit much.

To engage in the long and rich tradition of measuring character trajectories against those in the Avatar: The Last Airbender cartoon, let's compare Kipperlilly to Azula. Azula had an incredibly sympathetic backstory and untreated mental health issues. Azula was also a danger to herself and others, as well as profoundly manipulative and abusive (although, it was a children's show so Azula never killed anybody for whatever that's worth). Do I wish that fourteen-year-old girl had an Iroh-type in her life? Literally one adult who loved her genuinely and advocated for her best interests? Of course I do. I saw the Ember Island episode, I watched that one video essay! Does that mean it was any less satisfying to watch Zuko and Katara kick her absolute ass? No! And it was non-lethal anyway, children's show, duh.

That brings me to my other thing; Kipperlilly is a character in a fictive work that is not finished. And I know that point will age poorly, but I'm thinking it won't be the only one (hey-o). Remember the people that were calling The Bad Kids bullies? And then we learned that Kipperlilly hated Riz because his fucking dad fucking died?? And that was a full academic year before getting reanimated by a rage god?? I'll do a tame one; remember when Gilear wasn't cursed?? He was "just a guy"?? The show is serialized, gang, the world is still building! Clerickiller is not done yet, y'all need to let her cook! I'm sure we'll tune in next week to see her graduate from "unhinged" to "unaffiliated with the door frame or any frame-like structure". Reprimanding people on Tumblr will not change the trajectory of this character who, by the way, has not expressed remorse or any desire for a path other than violence. You look me in my black face after your blorbo slits a kid's throat and say "help her"?? Kipperlilly doesn't want get better right now, she wants one thing and that's for Kristen Applebees to go fuck herself and die!! You were there, you heard it!! When the fictional behavior changes, as it often does in stories, so will my opinion. There is no fore-forgiveness. Without an actual redemption arc I will continue to see the villain as a villain.

Speaking of, I think what some people have an issue with is the level of hate Kipperlilly's getting and how aggressive it is. But like.... isn't that allowed?? Because of all the stuff I said but also because like, mama said that it was okay! And by "mama" I mean Siobhan Thompson who said Kipperlilly belongs under the jail. Sure, in the real world, adults don't tell kids they belong in the ground that's crazy fucked up, but all these kids are played by adults and Emily as Fig joked that she was gonna smite the sixteen-year-old girl played by the thirty-something man. You're telling me the antagonist antagonizes the protagonists, and the protagonists go "boo, hiss" and then I, the audience, go "boo, hiss as well" but I'm wrong? I'm wrong, somehow, cool checks out.

"They're XP Levelling*punches a locker*!!"

"That girl is worse than Kalvaxus."

"Littledoggy Girlcollar"

Am I not engaging with the narrative on it's own terms if I say "i'd tell Clerickiller to die mad, but she clearly already did, Jojo Siwa head-ass, in reference to that fuck-ass ponytail and your toxic yuri" Do I need to draw a little caitmay-style OC to say it for me, would that be better?

God-forbid, we have fun? Must we discourse, always? FourDogs is tragic, FourDogs is compelling, FourDogs is Dani from 9th grade. She is Azula from Avatar and Clare from Fleabag and Brennan Lee Mulligan from my dreams and that is something that can be so personal. But no one else has to participate in your parasocial relationship. What's crazy is, I actually like Kipperlilly! As a character. I mean, the "trauma is privilege" obviously hit a nerve with me because of real life stuff, but the image of her over the rogue teacher's grave?? With a backhoe and a "gotcha, bitch" expression??? Come on, that is fresh-off-the-vine Cunt™. Even more so than I imagined that moment to be when we first heard about it. Her ending up in a Ragh or Aelwyn place would be way more satisfying than a Goldenrod or Penelope Everpetal place, BUT IT WILL ALSO be satisfying to see whatever Kipperlilly's version of the locked-in-a-chokehold-and-being-gaslit-into-thinking-you-shit-the-coach's-pants-scene is. In addition to the non-lethal ass-kicking that proceeds it.

Y'all can chuck the insinuation that something so clearly subjective is actually objective and has moral implications that make me bad, directly in the garbage. What is this, religion, hey-o.

[simp999]

I feel this is cringe but it itches the back of my mind like no other… since it’s late 60s early 70s in tf2, mercs reaction to there being a new recruit who is a female pilot? I’m sorry if this sounds like? Hyper specific ? But she’s like hot biker/pilot bitch who is like the epitome of Cool Girl (tm) flared ripped jeans and tight tank tops yk?

GOING INSANE OVER THIS ITS SUCH A COOL IDEA

I'm so sorry about how long it took to make this and how short it is, I'm trying to do all my requests in order of what I received em ww

TF2 Mercs x Badass Fem Pilot! Reader Headcannons

Wc: 730

Themes: uhh Fluff? Romantic and platonic depends on character

A/N: Sniper bias whoop

A/N 2: okay so. I try to stray away from fem reader stuff but this THIS is a complete exception because I love the idea sm

Taglist: @emotionally-alive-sniper @moopy-milk @skeleton-stomper-xoxo @emotionallyunwellmedic @physically-robotic-medic

Masterlist

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Scout: 

-God,, he is immediately in love with your style and vibes.

-Yes, in a simpery way

-Will absolutely fumble on words and flirt miserably

-"Hey girl are you a pilot cause uh you’re really cool"

-Absolutely will find clothes that he thinks suits your style and be your #1 hypeman 

Soldier:

-Wants to touch all the buttons

-"SHOW ME YOUR MEDALS!!!!!!"

-Does respect the effort and time you’ve put into training definetly. But is always asking you to prove yourself

-Okay you can pilot but can you do 30 pushups. Right here right now.

Pyro:

-Doesn’t think of you any differently if you’re female

-A new cool friend!!

-Just an adorable little goober. Okay maybe they get to sit in the front sometimes

-Loves loves loves making drawings of you and them and planes!!!! And clouds

Heavy: 

-Protective older brother.

-He is SO overprotective of you. You remind him too much of his sisters.

-You’re strong just like them but,, it’s just scary, y’know? He misses them

-Often just kinda chills around- and won’t stand for ANY harassment or anything rude. AHEM spy AHEM

-And the clear bias for you? It’s honestly funny at times

-He definetly makes you sandviches and just. Silently takes care of you

Engie:

-Rocket boosters for the planes. He’s gonna bring it up on multiple occasions

-Makes you little plane trinkets out of wood and stuff!! Pyro paints them :]

-Is so interested in infodumping about mechanical stuff with you- he’s glad he has somebody that just. GETS HIM yknow?

-If you need someplace to go chill away from the chaos that the mercs usually bring, the workshop’s your go-to. Late night convos are the best with this man

Demo:

-Roughhouses!!

-Treats you like one of the guys

-Respectfully ofc but. You’re getting noogies

-Will be offering you beer n stuff, he treats you like a really good friend

-Lives for your vibes

-He thinks you’re so badass!! Hell yeah!!!

Medic:

-Kay so. You probably had to go through lots of training right?? So!;

-Rivalry for first aid.

-Hear me out

-Everyone all of a sudden wants you to help make them feel better when they get small injuries because of the one time you mentionned you had to do a buttload of first-aid courses

-So. Lots of who can make it to the scene and get (injured person) back on their feet the quickest

-Does ask you if you’ve ever expirinenced or witnessed anything wild- such as big crashes, and how people dealt with the situations

-Loves your stories despite pretending to hate you- it’s just a friendly rivalry!

Sniper:

-He’s not one to really apprach you, but he does definetly admire you from a distance.

-He thinks you’re too cool for him :( 

-But eventually one day, you’ll ctach him stargazing- and you’d have the amazing idea of bringing him for a ride just the two of you so that you can see the stars

-.God maybe he just fell in love I MEAN WHAT????? ANYWAys

-He LOVES stargazing with you!!

-You get to tell eachother stories and it’s overall really calming- a nice from the hectic mercenary life

-He also happens to know a fair bit about constellations, so he’ll infodump unconsiously if you let him :) 

Spy:

-Spyyyy… dislikes your ideals, and has traditional values

-Not a fan of the way you hold yourself, but will eventually warm up a bit

-Im sorry,, I just don’t like Spy aheh anyways

-You probably end up showing off your skills- not of purpose though, just- you seen a natural at what you do, and that’s when he sees that maybe there’s a reason you’re such a big deal

(Bonus!) All:

-They all fight over who gets to sit in the passenger seat. Some are more civil about it, for example Engineer or Heavy- but they still want to sit in the front for their own reasons. You may have walked into the room only to find all the mercs fighting iver who’s calling shotgun for the next ride.

“I AM GOING TO PRESS ALL THE BUTTONS!”

“NO WAY CHUCKLEFUCK, I’M SITTIN’ NEXT TA THE HOT CHICK!”

“No. Heavy will sit next to pilot for protection. Is only fair.”

“Ya’ll- I have some things I’d like to see up close in the cockpit, I think I should be next.”

“Mmhhph!!!”

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Sep.20.23

[darkbluekies]

I was actually going to sleep then I saw you respond to my ask, I'm actually very interested and intrigued so I wanted to respond immediately!

— Jesus fucking Christ they actually measured the entirety of the ship? That level of hm, how does one describe this, pettiness or determination? Perhaps a sense of both, I mean I'd get petty too if I lost something valuable and ended up getting an unfair compensation. I wonder what the reaction of the Germans were when they realized they actually measured it.

— oh god that's actually so fucking hilarious 😭😭 getting worked up over nothing, I mean, at least they had a design? 😭

— That's quite something, Grey Ghost? Why is QMS nickname Grey Ghost? Does it have relations due to it being not found?

— I... I have no idea what to say 😭 that's actually so ironic

— Holy shit a ship sinking in just 14 minutes is plain terrifying?? Why did it sink that fast anyways?

— Wow... That's actually really sad and quite brave of him too, I don't think I've heard of the Wilhelm Gustloff disaster and 9000 deaths in one night is crazy. Hopefully that guy is doing alright, it's possible he might get survivors guilt, I might research about the disaster and see what I can find!

— woah, the first design is quite pretty! The second one reminds me of a factory for some reason

Ahh this is what little brain juice I can squeeze out from my brain, though I actually enjoyed this and it made my night more interesting! :D I'll head off to sleep now, goodnight!

—🌊

— lol apparently? there were more petty things in that affair, such as painting a ship supposed to be given to White Star Line in Germany's colors, turnign the british officers' quarters to a cleaning supply room etc lmao

— it was a design alright ... just not a good one. The wings of the golden eagle fell of during a storm so they're at the bottom of the atlantic right now. The eagle looks even more stupid without the wings😭 (picture at the bottom)

—The ship was painted fully grey because it was used as a troop ship which made it hard to find it. The ship was extremely fast, so it was fast to catch her. These two characteristics earned her the name The Grey Ghost. (picture at the bottom)

— the ships weren't even alike???? one had an funnel and whatnot?? i'm not even sure how they thought that it would work ... and it clearly didn't.

— It was a foggy night and two ships were supposed to go past each other, but in the fog they couldn't see each others lights, so a norweigan ship called Storstad rammed the side of Empress of Ireland and cut up a gigantic hole. The ship itself was almost half the size of titanic. A lot of people died that night because they didn't have the time to get out.

— I'm not even sure it was legal to sink the WG? I know that it had been a hospital ship during WW2 (it's seen as a war crime to sink a hospital ship), but it seems like it had returned to a normal ship during the time WG was sunk. The reason (i think) why it was sunk was because a lot of nazi party members were on board with their families, supposedly relocating to another country, and was sunken by soviet submarines. WIlhelm Gustloff could only carry 1465 passangers, but had around 10 000 during its sinking. Although there were many bad people on board there were children as well. The actor was a small child, so i hope that he doesn't remember much of it, because I cannot imagine the horror he must live with otherwise.

— Unfortunately, the times were changing and the edwardian design was no longer popular :( I would have loved another Olympmic class liner :(

here's a before an after of the eagle lmao

From left to right: SS Normandie, RMS Queen Mary, RMS Aquitania

I could talk about ocean liners forever. If I got paid by the hour to talk about them I would be so fucking rich I'm telling you

[charizardstolemynickname]

SEASON 3 EPISODE 1 REACTION PART 2!!

I am a big ranter and don't shut up so I have had to make it a second part, sorry people, anyway, LETS GO

"You're family now" WELL DAMN, Hunter is just getting adopted left right and centre! As he should be, HUNTER BABY, NO DON'T CRY, god nobody has ever shown him kindness in his like, 16 years of life huh (me neither pal, me neither)

I will never get over how cute Gus and Hunter being nerds about this sci-fi book, like damn bro. BUT CAMILA, what are you hiding?! Either she wrote this book or it was her husband's

AHHH LUZ AND AMITY COSPLAYING THEIR FAVOURITE FICTIONAL GIRLFRIENDS, I am going feral, god someone be the Luz to my Amity. ALSO Azura's green hair is iconic, I will one day dye my hair that green, just you wait

THE COMPUTER WALLPAPER?! Fuckkkkkkk, they are so goals it literally hurts my soul, I am going to cry in a minute!

The costumes are so good!! However Amity's costume (I think the character's name was Hecate?) reminds me of Rosaline but with Daisy's hair colour (Mario characters if you get me) but also some other character but I have 0 idea who, I'll think about it

BUT HEY, GREEN GOOP DON'T BE ON HUNTER'S SKIN!

Oooo Belos lore! And his brother, who is barely mentioned so i am desperate to know more

THE BROTHER'S NAME WAS CALEB! FUCKING KNEW IT, but that means a lot..... Are "Grimwalkers" just a clone of Caleb? Philip's weird attempt to keep his brother? And maybe he died because of a palisman? God I don't know, BUT WAIT, BECAUSE FLAPJACK WAS AN ABANDONED PALISMAN BECAUSE OF THE BATQUEEN HAD HIM, MAYBE HE WAS CALEB'S!

OH FUCK YEAH I WAS RIGHT, however this was probably obvious considering we immediately find it out after I guessed it, damn

"Sounds like big bro got a hot witch girlfriend and little bro got upset. But, that's just me" Masha, I fucking love you

Hunter is sweating and stressing though, bless him

YEAH HUNTER WHAT THE HECK, poor flapjack, but also I get it, still feel bad for flapjack but Hunter be going through a lot, i get him

THE CUTTING THE HAIR WITH A SWORD IS SO RELATABLE, but also these video diaries being from when she was young and everything with her dad AND HER DAD LEAVING HER THE BOOK, AH

OH GOD I JUST REMEMBERED THE FIRST SCENE OF SEASON 1 WAS LUZ'S BOOK REPORT WHERE SHE BROUGHT IN A SNAKE! OHHHH God.

WOAH, Hunter is being controlled by this green goop! I swear if he turns into the Belos creature and Hunter becomes the villain I will have to sob

WOAH IS BELOS CONTROLLING HUNTER! HELL NAH DAMN IT, WE HAVE TO WATCH HUNTER BECOME THE MAYBE VILLAIN, this is horrible

WHY ARE YOU CALLING LUZ/FLAPJACK EVELYN! WASN'T THAT THE WITCH!?! FUCK

DO NOT KILL FLAPJACK YOU PIECE OF SHIT! NOOOOOOOOOO

WAIT NO HE IS ALIVE, I swear if flapjack dies I will sue the studio

CAMILA TO THE RESCUE! Woah, cool portal, but that shouldn't be what I focus on

I am not kidding, if Flapjack and/or Hunter dies, I will go insane and nobody will see me for the next 100 days

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO DON'T TURN INTO PARTICLES FLAPJACK, YOU CAN STILL LIVE, please, i swear

"Is everyone else okay?" YES YOU SELFISH PRICK, OF COURSE BUT STOP ASKING ABOUT EVERYONE ELSE

.................................... YOU MUST BE KIDDING, they wouldn't kill off flapjack right!? He comes back, I know he does. You'll see. This isn't "delusional" or "denial" IT WILL HAPPEN

"TOOK YOUR MOTHER TO THE DEMON REALM!" Again, Camila to the rescue, fucking love her, CAN'T WAIT FOR CAMILA AND EDA TO MEET

VEE MY ICON, good luck trying to be everything sweetie, I BELIEVE IN YOU!

OKAY! Episode 1 done people! That was, scary, damn. But we survived the first episode! AND nobody died! FLAPJACK DIDN'T DIE OKAY, I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL, HE SHOWS UP LATER IN THIS SEASON, I CAN TELL

[just-here-for-iolaus]

Hercules in the Maze of the Minotaur

The great HTLJ/XWP/YH (re)watch continues!

Real talk, I watched this March 11 (it is now June 20) and then some things happened but I'm back now to type up my thoughts and my notes don't currently make any sense, so I'm going to have to skim through the movie again to remind myself.

Before I reorient myself, I want to highlight my favourite no-context notes I made to myself:

HORSE

Dei looks HOT tits out at dinner lmao

CLips show

Now to remind myself what the hell this movie from 3 months ago was...

OH RIGHT. Okay.

So these chuckleheads traded cows for a map to this place, and they think they're gonna get the treasure of the god or something. I immediately noticed that the door was locked from the outside, and (to his credit) one of them also realizes this halfway through trying to open it, and they have a moment of debate about opening the door, but sadly the titular Minotaur busts out!

From my notes: "That guy fainted haha" Seriously IDK why the one guy just fainting while the other runs for his life tickles me, but it does.

I think the "HORSE" note was just about the massive horse that Hercules has at home because that was my reaction on this rewatch as well haha.

Hercules's sons are fighting, and when Herc tells them the rule is no fighting they argue with him that he fights people all the time. Herc says he only does that to keep people from getting hurt, and when he asks if they understand they're just like "No" and shake their heads like "you make no sense" and honestly that's such a real scene kid reaction. "I am choosing not to accept this rule, thanks!" XD

We then get the first of many extended flashbacks to prior movies.

HILARIOUSLY, it did not occur to me the first time that this was going to be a recurring thing. I was like "huh that's weird they're referencing the last movie. I guess this will be important".... Ugh.

Zeus shows up and asks Hercules if he misses adventuring. He says he does, which I thought was interesting! He first starts off saying nobody has come to him for help in a while, but then he sort of implies that he's staying at home with his wife and kids because of an agreement he made with her? I felt a bit weird about his line delivery there because I think we're just supposed to think he misses the fun of the adventures, but it comes off as a little like "well, I love my kids, but...". (Even tho in the last movie he got distracted staring at them.)

Anyway then Zeus gives him a sea serpent scale (which I was immediately very suspicious of, because I don't trust Zeus) and then we get another flashback, which I literally fast-forwarded through, and this is where I went "oh no..."

I'm not a fan of clip shows. 😅

Then we get the tits-out dinner scene I noted before. Damn, Dei is pretty (though her hair is a bit untamed here). How do they only have 3 kids?

We then get a bunch of shots of the Minotaur's lair and a few teaser shots of the Minotaur.

Then it's back to the house, Herc is putting his kids to bed. They request a story before bed, and since the first two the boys suggest didn't happen in the movies, we instead get a flashback to the movie where Herc meets Dei.

(Fast forward...)

The kids fell asleep, but Dei was into it and she takes our man to bed.

SURPRISINGLY, Herc didn't have a flashback dream overnight! So Herc is going about his morning and BAM!

Iolaus attacks him in the barn. (Playfully.) Now, can I just say, as someone coming from having watched the beginning of Young Hercules first, how nice a callback this is? Like, I realize they were conceived out of order, so the Young Hercules episode 1 scene where Iolaus attacks Herc (playfully) is a reference to this, but what a lovely little parallel! ♥ I love them. Look at how they look at each other.

They start talking about their farms, which honestly seems like exactly what they would talk about since they're both trying to manage farms? But I guess they thought the audience would be like "this is boring" because Iolaus launches into his own "remember the time"...

They then chat fireside and there's so much like, flirtatious vibes from Iolaus? Though I thought their banter was really cute, platonic or otherwise. They kinda tease each other but they're both so happy, it's really nice. I just love when characters clearly like each other this much.

But Iolaus manages to goad Hercules into a sparring match, which leads to the best line in the movie: "Mommy, what's Daddy doing to Uncle Iolaus?" And not just because it's a hilarious line, but also the little girl's line delivery is so precious.

We then get a really sweet scene where Dei and Iolaus talk privately and she confides that Herc has been going a bit stiry crazy. I really believed the worry Dei had for her spouse and her genuine grattitude for Iolaus's friendship with Herc for Herc's sake. We then find out through Iolaus confiding his own hardships to Dei that he's struggling with losing his wife and having to raise their child (I think just the one?) alone. Dei comforts Iolaus a bit. I really liked this whole part.

Then it's ruined by the original guy (who ran) coming to get help from Herc with the Minotaur.

Hercules turns down the request for help - shocking both Dei and Iolaus. And also, understandably, disappointing the dude who came for help.

Dei convinces Herc to go - more for Herc's sake than the people he'd be helping (such a good wife!). Iolaus invites himself along. (And is cute about it, trying to get Herc to admit how helpful he is.)

Another stupid flashback about the giant Herc fought.

Brief interlude where Zeus shows up, and then it's another fucking flashback. (I was fast forwarding so much, my husband thought I didn't like the movie.)

There's a little fireside scene with the three of them where Zeus mocks them for acting like kids when they have kids, and I again got this weird vibe of like "we don't like being parents" which I honestly find really uncomfortable. I understand that parenting is hard and some people genuinely don't enjoy it, but it's kind of a weird impression to give because of how into his family Herc was in the movie before this one. You can love your kids and still like adventure, no? Anyway it's a subtle thing, they don't come right out and say "I wish I'd never had kids", it's just a weird vibe that I think is more meant to convey the desire for adventure.

Zeus then gets weird when he finds out where the boys are going, and immediately fucks off after a half-assed attempt at dissuading them. By now the audience would know this means Zeus is hiding something about his involvement/knowledge of whatever is going on there.

There's a brief bit where a couple is sneaking away from town to boink and they end up in the Minotaur's lair and he captures them. It's kinda gross as we see them put into these weird coccoon things.

The boys get to town but are told there's no monster and everything is fine.

The Minotaur is then shown to be stoked Herc has arrived, and talks about how much he wants to kill him. Zeus then shows up where the Minotaur is and it's revealed that Zeus turned him into this monster as punishment for something, and that they haven't seen each other in 100 years. Zeus says he should have killed the Minotaur before, and tries to again, but just can't bring himself to do so. The Minotaur announces that he just keeps getting bigger and stronger and he won't be satisfied until he hurts Zeus (which Zeus doesn't think he can do). We as the audience know that the Minotaur is after Hercules, but does Zeus?

Then we cut back to the boys in the pub and get the worst flashback of all!!!

Iolaus apparently tells this random woman all about the plot of Movie 1, which he absolutely should not remember, because the plot of that movie ends with Hercules going back in time to NOT let the plot pan out as it had (in order to save Iolaus's life). The memory he relays is one from the series of events that was undone by the time rewind, so Iolaus should not have been telling this story.

It's bad enough to have a clip show, but the internal logic doesn't even make sense. Not that this series of movies has been really careful with "canon" anyway, but dang!!

Anyway then there's a really long fight scene where the whole pub gets thrashed and all the patrons decide to try to fight Hercules for... saying his name is Hercules. Herc wins (Iolaus also does well but gets knocked out at the end) and then takes Iolaus to bed. No, I'm just kidding, he rents two rooms, and deposits Iolaus into one before taking the second for himself.

While Herc is sleeping, some of the losers of the bar fight decide they're gonna kill Hercules, but the Minotaur kills them and frames Hercules for it. The entire town sees Hercules standing over their dead bodies holding a sword (that he literally picked up at the scene) and they mob after him.

Hercules wakes up Iolaus and punches a hole in the wall so they can escape. The mob catches up to them anyway, though, because they head down a dead-end alley (in a rural village?). Luckily the ground swallows some guy and also Iolaus and the mob is confused enough to pause. The brother from the beginning of the movie shows up and Hercules asks if he knows where the monster lives, so off they go.

They run into Zeus on the way. Zeus tries to warn Herc not to go down there, the thing is a terrible monster, etc. He reveals that it was once a very handsome man, but eventually tried to turn a bunch of people against the gods, etc. Zeus cursed him to be "as ugly as his heart". Zeus bemoans not being able to kill him when he had the chance. Hercules knows there's something more to the story, but Zeus won't say what.

Zeus then claims to have never asked Herc to do anything for him... which... I call shenanigans on? What about the previous movies? The Circle of Fire in particular comes to mind. Anyway. Whatever. Zeus wants Herc to kill the monster.

Herc enters the lair with a couple guys from town who the Minotaur kills and it's kinda gross.

Once Herc gets to the Minotaur we finally get a full reveal, and because they seem to have used practical effects, I actually think the visuals on it aged really well! His mouth moves when he talks and he really moves in the space in a believable way (which is not always the case in these movies/shows).

The Minotaur claims that Herc's been "given" everything his whole life, like fame and glory... which Herc denies, saying he's worked for what he has. I think you could probably unpack a lot there, but I think we've seen Herc's life hasn't been easy by any stretch, demi-god abilities or not.

Eventually the Minotaur reveals that he's Hercules's brother, that he's the son of Zeus and that Zeus couldn't kill him because he couldn't kill his own son. At this point, Hercules refuses to fight him, despite the Minotaur insisting.

But the Minotaur forces his hand, saying if Herc won't fight him, he's gonna kill Iolaus. This is enough for Hercules who then kills the Minotaur in a fashion similar to a death we saw flashbacked early on.

Zeus then shows up, and it's kinda cold? The Minotaur is still dying, and Zeus is just like "Sorry son" to Hercules and they just talk like the Minotaur isn't there? DYING? Hercules says he understands why Zeus couldn't tell him, and says he's just sorry Zeus had to lose a son.

I was really surprised there was no mourning for the loss of the possiblity of getting to know his brother or change his nature or anything... which I assume was why Herc didn't want to fight him a minute earlier? But whatever, they beat the bad guy...

Zeus then is like "I loved you, son" to his dying monster kid, but like, in a "and I don't now" tone. The Minotaur begs Zeus not to let him "die this way" (I think meaning ugly?) and then dies, and then Zeus turns him back into a (dead) man, and says "You're free now" and IDK MAN, it just didn't really work for me... Did not like.

Then Hercules saves Iolaus from the pods, and they let everyone else free. They decide to go home.

On the way home, Hercules remarks that he doesn't want to go on any adventures for a while, and Iolaus agrees...

...which makes me SO CONFUSED how the show ends up starting after this movie, so I can't wait to see!!

Final thoughts:

A bit thin on plot? I clocked that the Minotaur was Zeus's son right away, and it felt like a weird reveal.

Herc and Io were soooo keen on an adventure, but then came home wanting to not do that for a while... When do they decide to go on their Legendary Journeys? I'm starting to wonder if I'm stupid and these movies take place after the show chronologically haha.

On that note, Herc still has a wife and 3 kids, and Iolaus has at least one kid (no wife tho...)

Boo to clip shows. I hope there aren't many in the show proper. I kinda forgot they were a thing.

Hercules and Iolaus are a great dynamic! I love Michael Hurst.

I trust and like Zeus less the more I see of him. I don't think he will protect my boys and I don't like that haha.

What is going to happen to Dei????? I like her... I'm scared haha. Anya got written off without even an explanation just "she's gone" kinda thing.

Overall I'd say the relationships between Herc, Dei, and Iolaus were the standout bits. 🥰

Now I get to start the show proper!!

[bonesandthebees]

Hi Bee, it snowed on Sunday and I felt like a little kid again even though the snow only stopped melting once it got dark so there was an actual layer, but I couldn’t go out in it. Anyway, back on my glass bullshit. None of this is coherent, but I have been given a free pass to provide any thoughts and I will abuse the fuck outta that.

I wanna talk about Wilbur and Tomys. I think it’s very interesting how Tomys looks at Phil in awe, but then more curious. I’m looking at Wilbur describing it like the awe disappears. I wonder if he even describes it as awe because that’s what he thinks Tomys would feel. It’s very much a lens through his narration. He sees his father as worthy of that reaction and ‘knows’ that he isn’t. And of course he notices Tomys first looking at the ferronnière. (It’s because he wonders what it is, he later asks about it, but Wilbur doesn’t see it that way). I wonder how much of it Is real and how much of it is in his head.

[In a way, it almost reminded Wilbur of how two animals looked at each other when they were trying to determine if the other one was a threat.] banger description. Tomys is scared and in a new place and Wilbur is overall getting introduced by Sam as the 4th person - right after his other 2 possible heir and his consul, but before the rest of the council - he must be very important. Meanwhile, Wilbur sees Tomys as a potential threat, more to Niki than himself, but still to his position, and does not yet know how dangerous he will turn out to be.

Btw, I’m actually rereading now, which means I can quote lines [At the same time, his father’s arm came to rest on his elbow, and Wilbur didn’t fight as Phil led him down the steps and towards Tomys.] Phil immediately eliminates the risk of Niki coming over to talk to Wilbur in favour of throwing his son at Tommy. He might not have noticed, but it’s Phil. So I expect him to think ahead and want Wilbur making a good impression on Tomys right away (and yes the way I spell his name will remain inconsistent).

Poor Tomys did not want to socialise, Tobyn really is just there for the emotional support. And Wilbur describing Phil”s voice as [strangely gentle] hurts. It comes across like he rarely hears it, though it could just be because he can tell Phil is forcing the gentleness. The other option is that it is genuine and Wilbur either doesn’t get why, or isn’t used to hearing genuine gentleness from his father. (Watch me overthink every line, I am fully capable of doing it.)

[A painfully obvious lie, but one Wilbur already knew he and his father weren’t going to call out.] ah like father like son, I sense this will become a theme. The combination of Phil and Wilbur being alike and working together vs. All of Phil’s high expectations and badly hidden disappointment is golden.

[Noticing this, Phil sighed and stepped back.] It’s so small, but to Wilbur that’s very clear disappointment. It’s a very clear, I’m messing up. And it’s very clear it’s because Wilbur wasn’t fast or fluent enough to jump on touring Tomys. He needs to adapt faster than he is. Always a step behind where his father wants him to be even if he does have his moments and victories.

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-🎄

oh my god I'm so jealous that you guys are getting snow (even if it's not sticking around) because it was literally almost 80 degrees here this last week and I don't understand why it's DECEMBER

anyway. rose time rose time

I love playing around with wilbur's skewed perspective on things. was there really such a difference in the way tommy looked at phil vs him? yes and no. it wasn't exactly a sense of tommy being awed by phil and not by wilbur, in a way he is actually very awed by wilbur as well. but the reaction is different because in actuality, the consil as a figure is almost as revered as the king himself. as has been said before, the consil is the second most powerful person in the kingdom (and in some ways is the most powerful). phil is awe-worthy because of his position, yes. however, information about who phil is as a person is rare and hard to come by, and while other nobles have likely heard mention of the fact that he has a son, the general public knows next to nothing about the consil other than that his name is phil-something. tommy is from a noble family, so he has heard that the consil has a son, but that's it. for tommy to see such a powerful figure and then find out his kid is only a little bit older than tommy himself makes tommy very interested in what wilbur's deal is.

thanks I was proud of the two animals description lol. I think it perfectly describes the situation they're both in and the way wilbur feels about tommy.

oh yeah phil knew wilbur was going to want to go talk to his bestie so he circumvented that before he could even take one step forward

leaving the reasoning for why wilbur described phil's voice as strangely gentle up to interpretation for you guys :)

it's such a small moment of disappointment but it hits wilbur so hard. he's letting his childishness get the better of him even though phil knows he can be better than this. wilbur doesn't yet understand why he needs to play nice with tommy, and while phil knows he's young and he'll learn with time, he still wishes his son would catch up just a bit quicker

[moomoorare]

Rare it is so crazy to remember that pome and mari were on their own without rain or Millie for a while 😭 whatthe hell… is there anything you wanna talk about in regards to their relationship?

Oughh oh god. I mean like, Michelle and the girls all were kids together except for that one time I was like um do i include Michelle. Yes yes i do and will. Michelle is literally the first so lol and Pomme being the middle child here plays with both a lot, but Michelle likes to spend more time with the older kids rather than with Marigold. I think that's why Mari gets attached to Millie immediately, other than the fact that they're both explosively playful, even if Millie appears calmer when they're not playing together. Mari constantly bothering Rain and riling him up to get a reaction and start bickering. Oh Mari. ANYWAYS to really answer your question, they get along pretty well and Mari gets Pomme to act a little rebellious and cause chaos together, but Pomme is a Lot calmer than her and prefers less messy playing. So Mari likes to rile her up and Pomme can get so nervous that she tears up and gets overwhelmed and hides away in the garden. Mari's not trying to be mean, so she apologizes always, she just doesn't give up easily, since half the time, Pomme ends up having fun causing minor chaotic messes. Like, putting dirt in their favorite glasses to plant flowers, bringing many ants in the kitchen, breaking toys by throwing them out the second story window onto the garden bushes, tearing curtains, jumping from the sofas to chairs to kitchen counters. Kids playing ya know. And she does many times shield Mari from the blame, though Puffychu know them well, so they let it slide easily.

Gooooooood, characterization is so difficult, especially when i make SO many kids and siblings. They have to make sense and especially the puffychu kids make a lot of sense to me i relate to how they act, probably cus i have 3 siblings and we all have different ages, my little brother being half my age. So it's not so weird that my piratecove au characters have so much lore and characterization and i created them in early January, meanwhile my flowerpot au kids I've been drawing since September (the twins) and October (Finch) and I'm just now really giving them some backstory and characterization. But also, the Piratecove au family is way messier and chaotic, which reminds me of mine really, and the Flowerpot au family, is just, so calm and peaceful, its really comforting to me, what I'd imagine I'd love having. So i don't wanna, idk, "taint" them with trauma. But i realise, they gotta have some everydya stuff going wrong at least, or bickering, or stuff like that. And then i wrote Finch's backstory Ough. Anywayys The twins are playful but very composed and calm, Finch is a distinctively quiet kid, who looks grumpy most of the time and likes to play alone and quiet places, i don't think he'd enjoy playing with Mari lol L, How did i get here why am i rambling

[orjange]

Chain Reaction

Rating: General Audiences Category: F/F Fandom: Ultraman Geed Language: English Ships: Toba Laiha/Aizaki Moa Characters: Toba Laiha, Aizaki Moa, Asakura Riku, Zena Tags: Compulsory Heterosexuality, Fluff, Minor Injuries Words: 3,198 No additional warnings.

This fic was part of the Tokusatsu Femslash Ficathon 2019, gifted to ao3 user Ozuttly!

Summary:

Moa realizes that her feelings for Laiha aren't those of jealousy after the two of them find themselves in quite the unusual circumstances.

Moa loves Riku, right? He's a guy, as well as one of the most important people in her life, so clearly it has to be love. That's what her friends in high school had told her anyway, after asking her about the boy she was sometimes seen with. They all had boyfriends, so it is only natural for Moa to like boys as well, isn't it?

But Riku doesn't make Moa's chest feel tight and doesn't make her stomach weird, like an ant's nest. Laiha does. She had interpreted this feeling as jealousy at first. Laiha is always around Riku, and all that. And Moa is in love with him, so she has to hate Laiha for taking him away from her.

The turning point comes when, one day, Moa finds herself daydreaming about Laiha's muscular body, her beautiful eyes, her soft-looking lips, her sharp tongue… The realization makes Moa feel hot and cold all over, her face flushed in embarrassment.

She has never really fantasized about someone this way, with the exception of perhaps famous athletes, which is probably normal - She stops her train of thought there, her phone ringing tirelessly as she rushes to pick it up. It’s work.

Being part of the Alien Investigation Bureau, it's her job to discreetly investigate extra-terrestrial crime in the city, not that it's rampant - humans commit several times as many crimes, of course - so Moa finds her job to be not nearly as taxing as what she imagines police work to be like. The general concern with alien crime on earth, is that humans will take these few incidents to represent the entirety of every extra-terrestrial society combined, when in reality quite the opposite is the case.

So, she is on her way to one of those missions when she comes across Laiha out of nowhere and of course Moa has to say hello, because that’s common courtesy, but she finds herself stuttering helplessly instead.

Laiha looks confused, one brow raised, her beautiful eyes squinting just a little bit. She is rightfully confused, Moa is the type to chatter endlessly, like a waterfall. This is clearly so unlike her. So Moa gets out her phone and points to it, her hands shaking. “I gotta go! My superior is calling!” She shouts and bolts off, surprisingly fast for someone in a suit skirt, Laiha notes.

Laiha stifles a snicker. “Her phone wasn’t even ringing.”

Well, that was quite embarrassing, Moa thinks, her heart-rate at an all-time high. She’s leaning against a wall, breathing heavily as she tries to calm herself down. It’s all fine, she tells herself, and realizes that her main concern is with Laiha’s impression of her. Which is odd, isn’t it? Quite odd. “What if she thinks I’m weird…” Moa says to the wall she’s propped up against. The wall doesn't answer. But then again, why does it even matter if Laiha thinks she’s weird? Not that Moa is never concerned about how other people think of her, but never this much. And she’s never failed so spectacularly at simply greeting an acquaintance. Moa is quite sociable overall, she rarely has trouble speaking to anyone, so why-

“Aizaki.”

Moa freezes. Mr. Zena’s voice. She slowly turns her head, immediately reminded of her original objective. She has a job to do. Oh god. She’s late. And where even is this place. She must’ve gotten lost. Oh no.

“Mr. Zena.” She says, clearly a bit intimidated by his sudden appearance, but not at all surprised that he managed to find her.

“You’re just on time.” He says, stone-faced as usual. He is so hard to read.

“No, no, I’m like ten minutes late! I’m so sorry Mr. Zena! I’m really so sorry!” She bows rapidly.

“I know, I was being sarcastic.” He is so hard to read.

“Fortunately, we still have more than enough time.”

Moa can feel herself relax a little. “The first good news of the day…” She murmurs. Zena points to their AIB car. “Let’s go.”

They arrive at a worn out and abandoned industrial building, weeds covering the ground and even some of the walls. All the windows are smashed, as is usual for these kinds of places. Behind the building, Moa can see the sun setting slowly, tinting everything orange. She is used to situations like this, in theory, but it’s still a little intimidating each time. She runs the facts through her head to prepare. According to intel from an informant, a group of rogue Dadas has their hideout here. They’ve committed various minor offenses from littering to petty theft, with their worst crime reportedly being the abduction of a pet cat, the disappearance of which was reported to the police a few days ago.

Overall they don’t really compare to other crime groups Moa has encountered in her work so far. In fact, she’s willing to say they’re more like a group of teenage delinquents. Though they would probably have her head for that. Dadas tend to be very particular and methodical about their random acts of criminal activity, as far as she knows. Intentional chaos, as Mr. Zena had once called it.

So, everything goes fine at first. They check their surroundings, find the Dadas, make sure they’re unarmed, that all of the members are accounted for and wait for the right moment to strike. Everything should go smoothly.

Moa and Zena are getting their guns ready, taking slow steps towards where the Dadas are sitting and chatting, and- And… And suddenly there’s a large log in Moa’s way. A log that she notices far too late. So, crying out in surprise, she falls face-forward onto a pile of rocks. She can hear loud voices and the shuffling of feet, then her vision goes dark.

She wakes up again on the backseats of the car, her head covered in bandages. She groans, rubbing her forehead. “Guh… My head…” It feels like her brain is trying to escape her skull, forcefully pressing against the bone. It takes her a second to remember what had happened. “Oh no.” She sits up rapidly, much to her head’s dismay. She hisses and closes her eyes, the pain shooting through her temples. To top it all off, she’s also feeling extremely dizzy.

“Aizaki?” Zena’s voice comes from the driver’s seat. Moa just kind of grunts in response, feeling too sluggish to speak.

“I’m driving you to the hospital.”

Moa nods, even though Zena can’t see her. “W-what about…The…”

“They got away.”

Moa grits her teeth. “I keep-… I keep…” She can’t help but tear up. “You could’ve… Left me…” She says without thinking.

“You’re more important.”

Moa can’t follow those words up with anything. Zena doesn’t lie. Zena is more responsible than her.

Riku visits her in the hospital with a bag of sweets. With Laiha apparently deciding to tag along as well, and Moa has never felt more embarrassed before. “I had no idea that being an insurance salesperson was such a dangerous profession…” Says Riku, concern in his voice.

“Riku… It’s just a minor concussion… And I just stumbled over a log of wood. Also - I’m getting discharged tomorrow…”

She dares not to meet Laiha’s eyes, fearing the awkwardness of it.

“Still - thank you for visiting me…” She holds up the bag of sweets. “I do love sweets."

Riku smiles, gesturing to the side. “Laiha helped pick them out!” Moa could swear that she could see Laiha elbowing Riku in the side from the corner of her eye.

She nods and turns to Laiha, awkwardly, and smiles. “Thank you, Laiha.”

Laiha looks a bit surprised. “…Sure.”

Moa melts just a little bit.

And she realizes that Riku's presence does not make her heart jump, or her palms sweaty. Laiha's does.

After getting released from the hospital again, Moa is fired up. Sure, she’s supposed to rest for a few more days, as strenuous activity could have negative consequences, but this isn’t the time to be worrying about minor things. The Dada delinquents are still on the loose, and it’s Moa’s fault. She’s not allowed to go back to work, at least not officially, so…

“That’s a horrible idea. Genuinely.” Laiha’s words bring tears to Moa’s eyes. “Maybe you hit your head harder than they thought?” She adds and takes another sip from her mango lassi.

“Laihaaa…” Moa cries. “You’re my only hope!! I need to catch them… It’s all my fault that they got away!”

“Listen, it’s not my job to take care of things like this. It’s-”

“…Mine…” Moa sighs and slumps back into her chair, her iced coffee untouched. She’s pouting.

Taking another sip from her mango lassi, Laiha musters Moa with an almost judgemental look. “Why are you asking me anyway? I thought you don’t like me.”

Moa sits up straight again. “That’s right! Wait I mean, I don’t not like you… Anyway you’re the strongest person I know. With the exception of Zena, but I obviously can’t ask him!”

Laiha raises both brows. “What about Riku.”

“First of all, he doesn’t know about AIB… Second of all…” Moa averts her eyes.

Laiha sighs and nods. “True. He can’t even lift 50 kilos.”

“…and you can!?” Moa’s eyes go wide and she finds herself staring at Laiha’s biceps. Again.

“Obviously.” Laiha’s muscles flex a little bit, perhaps subconsciously.

Moa turns red, and finally takes a sip of her iced coffee.

They meet up at night at a big tree just outside of town. Through some prior investigating, Moa has found out about the Dada delinquents’ new hiding place. An abandoned house in the woods, a few yards from here.

Moa almost cries when Laiha actually turns up at the specified time, originally unsure if the other was really willing to go through with this or not. She takes Laiha’s hands into hers and thanks her, from the bottom of her heart. Laiha sighs, though she’s wearing a smile on her face regardless. “We haven’t even started yet.”

“Right!” Moa lets go of Laiha’s hands and excitedly grabs a piece of paper from her pocket. On it was a drawing of sorts, a few lines of text and a bunch of arrows.

“Basically, the plan is as follows…”

-

“…And then you want me to call the AIB? I thought you’re one of them.”

Moa shakes her head. “I mean, I am, but… I am off-duty…” She points to her bandaged forehead. “In fact, what I am doing is pretty illegal. If they were to find out… -”

“You’d be out of a job.” Laiha sighs and rubs her temples. “Then, isn’t this a really bad idea?”

“Yes, but… But… But…” Moa is flailing her arms around, hoping it’ll get her point across. “It’s because of me! The other day a parrot was reported missing - I know it has to have been their work, and it’s all because I went and got myself injured!” The wound stings.

Laiha clicks her tongue. “Okay - I get it already.” She grabs a flashlight from her bag, “Let’s go.”

Moa beams, overjoyed, and takes out her own flashlight from her cargo pants. She shuffles closer to Laiha and grabs hold of her arm, only to get a slightly sour look in response.

"What! I don't want either of us to get lost… Who knows what's lurking in the woods at night! Boars, bears, tanuki… Kaiju?!"

"…Kaiju?"

“…You never know.”

"Alright, alright. Whatever. Let's go already."

Moa nods, smiling widely.

They have to take an untrodden path, as anything else may expose them to the Dadas prematurely. So every step they take is calculated, lest they step on dry wood and make too loud a noise. Or worse, stumble over something. Never again , Moa tells herself.

At some point, they'd switched over to simply holding hands, for practical reasons of course.

Moa is trying her hardest not to jump a little whenever a small animal rushes past them, or a crow screams from atop a tree. Her grip around Laiha's hand briefly tightens each time though.

Twenty minutes have passed by the time they finally see the abandoned house, soft light shining from its windows. They can hear loud chattering coming from the inside, it sounded almost like a fight, but when it comes to Dada aliens it could really be anything.

Moa clenches her fist in determination. “Don’t worry, Asahi-chan and Tsuru-chan, we’re coming to save you.” She whispers, her fist shaking a little.

“What?” Laiha raises a brow in confusion.

“Oh, that’s what the parrot and the cat are called… You know, the ones these bastards abducted? Didn’t I tell you…?”

Laiha sighs. “I remember it distantly…”

Moa unintentionally raises her voice a little bit. “I can’t believe you forg-” Her mouth is covered by Laiha’s hand instantly. “ Moa .” She whispers sharply, agitation in her voice, and nervously looks over to the house.

Moa’s eyes widen and she nods, shrinking into herself. “Sorry…” Her voice is almost inaudible. “We should get this over with.”

Nothing goes wrong this time. Laiha and Moa overwhelm the group easily, knocking some of them out, simply disarming others and tying them all up in a neat circle. It’s over in a second, their resistance being lacking at best. Only one of them gives them some trouble, knocking down Moa and delivering a considerable blow to Laiha’s head. Considerable, but not enough to knock her out by any means. She returns the favor tenfold, making him lose consciousness immediately.

Now, with all the Dada aliens tied up, they have a chance to really look around. It’s a mess, to put it nicely, trash and contraband littered on the floor. Everything, from paper plates to TVs, was to be found here. Most of it taken apart or at least thoroughly inspected. And - one room over - the kidnapped pets, alive and well.

The cat - Tsuru - is cowering in a corner, presumably startled by the loud noises. A few cat toys are strewn across the room.

Asahi the parrot is calmly sitting in it’s cage, it’s colorful feathers fluffed up and it’s eyes half-lidded. It must have been asleep.

Moa sighs in relief, the mess in the other room having briefly made her imagine the worst. She's unbelievably glad they're both fine. "We're lucky the cat didn't eat that bird, you know." Laiha says, leaning against a wall.

Moa nods and bends down to pick up one of the toys. She walks over to the cat - not too close, but close enough - and wiggles the toy around.

"Hey Tsuru-chan… Check out this cute mouse. You wanna come get it? You wanna come catch it?" Tsuru just stares, her eyes darting back and forth between the moving toy and Moa.

Laiha watches the display fondly, her head throbbing a little bit from the earlier beating. It will surely swell, but it's not like this is the first time this has happened to her. She can deal.

Things could've easily turned out far worse, they clearly got lucky.

Tsuru is now chasing after the toy, instinct and playfulness winning over her initial suspicions and fear. Then she catches it in mid-air and lets herself fall onto her back, toy in mouth. This makes both Moa and Laiha chuckle. They watch as Tsuru bites and claws and kicks at the toy in the most adorable manner.

Then Moa remembers what they came here for and she abruptly gets up, startling Tsuru a bit.

She walks over to Laiha and pulls a bit of a sad face. "We have to go." Laiha nods. "I'll call in at the AIB."

After finishing the anonymous call to the AIB while standing outside the house, Laiha looks over at Moa. "You ready?" She asks, holding out her hand for the other to take. Moa nods happily and accepts the offer.

-

"'…after an anonymous call to the headquarters of the AIB, a few agents were sent over to check out the the place reported to be housing criminals. Inside, they came across the group of Dada aliens responsible for a few cases of theft, trespassing, loitering and pet kidnapping. They were all tied together and sitting in the center of a large collection of contraband. Some of them were found to be unconscious, those who weren't refused to speak, and still do. In a back room they found, alive and well, a cat as well as a parrot. Both confirmed to be pets that were reported as missing this month.'" Moa reads from her smartphone.

"Why does your superior write like a news reporter?"

Moa laughs. "I think it's all the reference he has."

Laiha and Moa are at that café again, Laiha getting her usual mango lassi, and Moa her favorite iced coffee.

Moa continues. "'We believe this to be an act of unnecessary vigilante justice committed by humans…'"

Laiha rolls her eyes.

"'but, as the group of criminals decided against pressing charges, we probably won't pursue the matter any further.' And then he tells me not to overexert myself, that I'm still healing… I'm fine! My head only hurts four times a day now!"

"He's right, you know. All that critical thinking isn't good if you're recovering from a concussion."

Moa frowns. "Anyway, do you think he knows?"

"Yeah." Laiha says with a slight smile. "Definitely."

Then Moa invites Laiha to her house, and to Moa's surprise she actually says yes.

They mostly sit around and watch samurai movies while eating spaghetti and drinking mango lassi they made together. It's nice and relaxed and… Familial. But Moa still feels her heart jump when their hands brush against each other on accident, when Laiha just so much as looks at Moa, or when Moa finds herself staring, or when Laiha nods off on Moa's shoulder while they’re sitting on the couch… Laiha is so beautiful. Her eyelashes, her soft skin, her silky hair… When Laiha smiles at Moa, the sun rises at night.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out that Moa is head over heels.

Laiha wakes up and tiredly rubs her eyes, her head resting on something comfortable. It takes her a moment to realize the position she's in. Her heartbeat quickens, and she realizes that she doesn’t want to move away.

So instead she moves closer to Moa, who looks at her now, her face clearly flushed.

A smile on her lips, Laiha takes hold of Moa's hand, interlacing their fingers. Both of their hands are sweaty and it almost feels a little gross, but most of all it feels right . Maybe cheesy romcoms are right about some things in life.

Laiha allows herself to drift back to sleep again, her head still comfortably resting on Moa's shoulder.

Moa is happy like this, finally confident in her feelings for Laiha. Riku is her little brother, she knows this now, and that's all she feels for him. Laiha though, Laiha is different. Laiha is the one she wants to hold hands with, the one she wants to share kisses with, the one that makes her chest sting and her stomach fuzzy. She gives Laiha's hand a light squeeze, and soon she falls asleep as well. Comfortable, happy, satisfied.

[potatocitytechnology]

More switch haechan🥺🥺

Thank you anon, I needed my regular Haechan-switch writer cap put on XD I hope guys enjoy this! <3

ASK: Switch Haechan

WORDS: 1.7k

When your lips meet, it’s immediately a battle for dominance. Everything was this way with Haechan, him never wanting to give you an upper hand unless you worked for it. You are much the same though, and that’s what makes your relationship dynamic so entertaining and forever changing. 

Your hands run through his dark hair with purpose. His hands on your waist press light indentations into your skin and you absolutely love it. Love the feeling of him. He groans when you tug on his roots, his lips disconnecting with yours as his head tilts back with the movement of your hand in his hair. You can’t get enough of him. His lips are puffy and stained a dark tint of pink as he looks down on you through hooded eyes with a smirk. 

“Careful baby. You’re starting to feel a little bossy.” He says half chuckling as you press hard marks to the expanse of his neck. His grip on your waist tightens at the feeling, half of him wanting to do as you please and the other half way too stubborn to ever let you be in full control. He can feel the need roll off of you, the pure desire. 

You pull away from him tugging his shirt up, indicating you want it off. He obliges but not before sending you a wink. Your breath hitches as more of his skin comes into your view, Haechan was a sexy, tan god. You were sure of it. That’s why you always found it the most appealing to make marks on his soft, clear skin. 

You immediately push him back onto the bed once his shirt is discarded. He falls back with a huff and slight glare, clearly not impressed with being manhandled but you pay him no mind as you eagerly pull at his jeans. Wanting them off just as much due to the tight feeling in his crotch he slides out of them, also throwing them somewhere to the side. 

Once he is left in nothing but his briefs he stares up to as you perch yourself on his abdomen. He runs his hands up the underside of your shirt, clearly wanting you to join him. You laugh quietly and with a short ‘ok’ you lift your hands above your head for him to pull it over your head. Soon you pants are gone too. 

Leaning forward you catch his lips in another kiss. As your tongues intertwine and he paints his taste in your mouth, you grab his hands around his wrists and direct them above his head. His mouth is just as addicting as before and you once more find it hard to part, but as you do a short mumble slips from Haechan in protest. You smile down at him then make a point at looking where you have his hands in your above him. He raises a questioning brow but you just shake your head slightly as you encourage his fingers to grip around the bars of the headboard. 

“I want you to keep these here.” You instruct with a sense of authority and determination. You watch as Haechan pushes his tongue into his cheek with another signature smirk. “Whatever you want, baby.” He hums and his tone makes you narrow your eyes. 

“I’m serious. If you touch me I’ll leave Haechan. I should really be on a date right now anyway.” 

He rolls his eyes at the reminder, “And yet you're here, with me instead.” You choose to ignore his comment and instead begin to litter kisses down his neck, past the marks you gave him. Coming face to face with his nipples you smile knowingly and teasingly lick one into your mouth, looking up at him to gauge a reaction. You feel his breath falter and find it amusing when he pulls his bottom lip into his mouth to avoid any noise threatening to escape. You knew Haechan’s body like the back of your hand-so you know what makes him tick and you definitely know how sensitive his nipples are in and out of the bedroom scene. 

A squeak passes through his lips when you roll the other between your fingertips and gently nip at the one in your mouth. “Stop teasing, I could have had us both halfway finished by now.” he grunts through gritted teeth. You shoot him a look, “but Haechannie where’s the fun in that?” you question condescendingly. 

Choosing to spare him the torture you place a soft peck on the tip of his other sensitive bud and proceed to pepper your kisses south, until you reach his briefs band. You situate yourself between his legs and make eye contact with him as your fingers dance under the band before you pull it a few inches away. When it snaps back to his skin he flinches as his eyes close and a wonton moan graces the air. 

You’re the one smirking now as you see a soft red mark make an appearance on his skin. Pulling them down now you take pride in the way his cock almost jumps to greet you. “A little excited today are we baby.” he glares down at you, “I haven’t seen you in weeks.” is his short answer. “I’m not the one stopping you from helping yourself.” you say as you use your index finger to trace over his tip lightly. 

He groans, this time in frustration and throws his head back, “it’s not that simple and you know it.” you don’t answer before you engulf half of him in your mouth, choosing to instead hum around him making his mouth slacken. 

All words leave Haechan’s mouth as he feels your warm mouth around him. How could he do it himself when you felt this good? 

You graze your tongue over the underside of his cock and love the way his whole being shudders as you stimulate one of his most sensitive parts. You feel his tip hit the back of your throat and swirl your tongue over the slit, collecting his taste. Knowing Haechan, you sense his move before he even makes it. When his hands make contact with the back of your head you immediately pull off of him, making a whine emit from his throat. 

You sit back on the heels of your feet and stare at him pointedly with a hint of mock disappointment hidden in your features. “Well, I guess you didn’t want this enough to listen to me.” the way he looks at you makes a shiver run up your spine as he asks lowly, “What does that mean?” 

You shrug off his intimidating look and raise a brow, “I said I would leave if you didn’t follow my instruction, I honestly thought that would be enough to listen. Now I actually have to follow through and go.” 

His movements are fast and all of a sudden you’re pulled under him and now his face is hovering a mere inch from yours, his long strands sticking to his forehead do nothing to make him look less appealing. “Like fuck I’m letting you leave me like this when I haven’t seen you in so long.” His tone is low and almost menacing, all hints of the obliging lover gone in a cloud of dust at your threat. 

Before you can think he’s trailing a soft hand down your stomach, his actions feel a lot different to his words because you knew Haechan could never handle you roughly. His head lands resting in the crook of your neck as you feel his fingers dance under the lining of your panties before he traces teasingly around your clit. 

You whimper softly and he chuckles into your neck, “not so fun now is it?” he says using the same condescending tone you used on him previously. You shake your head, and feel as your mouth gapes open when he slips a slender finger into you. “Don’t worry baby. I’m not as mean as you are.” his voice goes straight to your heat as he retracts his finger only to slide it back into you at a relative pace. Yet, you both know it’s not enough for you. You whine when he slips his finger out but don’t get a chance to voice your frustrations when he expertly pulls your panties to the side and pushes into you. 

A string of curses fly from your mouth as you feel him fill you up. It’s like your body never forgot him as your walls wrap around his cock perfectly in a way that has Haechan’s vision going blurry. 

You let a series of moans escape as you reach for his neck and pull him in for a kiss. He groans into your mouth when your fingertips once again wrap around his hair and pull. You always knew he liked hair pulling, but the way he pulses inside you when you do has you doing it over and over until he’s biting your neck to keep himself from cumming. 

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum” you hear him whimper into your neck and you nod in agreement. You’re so close, you just need a push. A hand begins to unravel itself from his locks before he protests, “no, please keep it there.” 

You cry out as the pad of his thumb pushes quick, hard circles into your clit and you swear you see stars. The tight feeling in your core unravels and you unconsciously grip onto Haechan’s hair a lot tighter than you meant to. This causes him to stutter his hips as he thrusts messily into you, cumming soon after. 

When you have both caught your breath, he rolls off of you and pulls you close, nuzzling his face into your neck, “please don’t go away again.” you roll your eyes and pat his head adoringly. “Haechan, I have to visit my parents sometimes.” he huffs into you, “then what about your date?” 

You sigh with a defeated smile on your face and flick him on the forehead lightly. “Lily, our puppy’s playdate, you idiot!  And you’re my boyfriend, I wouldn’t say I have a date with another man and tell you.” you laugh together for a moment before haechan stops suddenly, a realising thought invading his head, “what do you mean and tell me?” 

[sereisstuff]

𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝

(I'm not familiar with headcanons but I do hope this suffices. <3)

My first initial thought is why wouldn’t he?

He’s lived centuries, the appeal of someone wouldn’t even phase him

At first, he didn’t want to approach you, not because of who you were but because of the air of confidence you carried yourself in.

He’d particularly like your confidence. How you hold yourself etc.

Druig at first would be hesitant, after all. He treads lightly with his emotions and to think he genuinely fell for someone and that person being human, I think he would be apprehensive at first.

But you were so warm and comforting

Once he falls, he falls extremely hard. He has a process to him, he'll take time to think about it. But once he realises his feelings, he'll only see you.

In a world full of war, he'd hold you on a pedestal. Above himself.

Your size would be nothing to him

"Have I given you a reason to think I don't like you because of how you look?"

He wouldn't be mad that you pegged him to be the judgemental type

actually, that's a lie he would be slightly livid

He'd find ways to make you see how beautiful you are

cheesy romance I'm assuming, he's such a sullen person around everyone, he'd bask in the moment of being with you and the cheesiness of his affection wouldn't be what he'd focus on

Tucking a hair behind your ear and dragging his fingers along your jaw.

he'd dedicate his life to you because you were human

Would love your confidence but still would be wary

“Here take my jacket”

flirtatiously pining after you

Continuing on he’s lived for centuries thing

Druig could care less about your size, he’s been alive for centuries. Whether you were small and dainty, large and fickle he would not throw any attention towards that

To him, you are his world

And he thinks the world should be treated with the utmost care

Amidst your confidence, you were treading lightly around him

You still had those voices in the back of your head reminding you of his physique and how that didn’t match up

Of course, he knew, he always did. He disliked having to go into your mind because he thought that was a little borderline but he wanted to make sure you were okay.

Like that one time you had barely spoken to him during the day, he asked and comforted you but he knew deep down something was wrong.

You are a human so he takes extra precaution towards your safety and his confession of course.

Once he found out though, he would frown in confusion.

You were beautiful, stunning, god-like. An absolute treasure in his stormy eyes

“You're the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen”

The moment he realised his feelings he would be super protective of you

If anyone made any comments on your appearance he would immediately shut them down.

“Say that again, I dare you”

He wasn’t a physical person, to begin with, but for you, he would do just that. Maybe not physically fight them but he would take advantage of his abilities and make them do something horrendous or embarrassing

“Are you serious Druig?” You would ask after the sales lady had made a comment on how they didn’t have your size with a look in her eyes that shone with ignorance

He would be nonchalant towards your reaction. They deserved it anyways.

Physicality, not his thing? Please, he loves all of you.

Most particularly your thighs and your back.

And every other additional thing you had.

Back kisses, hands around your thighs in comfort.

He liked it when you lay on his chest so he could wrap his arms around you

Softest mf ever

I feel like he’d give you reassuring kisses along your neck and shoulders

When you're sleeping he either had his arms wrapped around your head so you can lay on his chest or he would have his wrapped around your waist so he would lean his head against your chest.

He liked the softness of your body compared to his.

He would be worried that he may do something to hurt you

“Wear the dress, my love, you look stunning”

Would be a tease and give you light kisses while pulling the strap back up

“Or off, either way, I wouldn’t mind”

When you're sleeping together he would pull your thigh up to his waist and hold it there, he liked the comfort of them.

It gets to a point where you are his only form of comfort and he grew fearful for once in his life

He wouldn’t let you go because he was afraid of what the world might do to you but he also would have to take time for himself just to think. To make sure you were okay.

He loved holding your hips and giving them a light squeeze when he’s teasing you, would use your hips to anchor you closer to him

@sebastianstanisararebreed

[bananarantanen]

do you light up? — c. makar

pairing: cale makar x reader

summary: while moving to denver seemed like the perfect fit for your latest endeavour, you begin to comprehend the possibility of a certain rosy cheeked boy being more than a friend, thanks to the push from a couple of others.

word count: 3.7k+

warning(s): a couple bad words ..?

**a/n: ik i said i would come out with a fic soon and it’s coming slowly but surely !!! anyways, got this old idea while reading an old diary entry and this song by dijon came up at the same time :P sorry it feels a lil rushed at the end !! i just wanted to get this one out of my system and didn’t proofread

i also would love any feedback since it’s my first fic! anything would be appreciatedッ

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

it was supposed to be a simple lunch with lita. you and your best friend, who was visiting from back home in california, at some nice cafe down the street from your downtown apartment, drinks in hand to help top off your conversations. you also had specifically reserved seats out on the patio to humbly brag about the sights colorado had to offer and now proudly represented on your sleeve. while working in denver was the dream, joining the colorado avalanche's internal staff, there were pockets from your distant past life that you missed. lita definitely was able to fill up a little bit of that void at least; her energy can be compared to nothing else in the area, she truly was the walking embodiment of your hometown sunshine.

from the moment you sat down, the questions and gossip came spilling out like a broken faucet. 

“jennifer and zade 100% fucked behind meera’s back?”

“we called it-”

“-fuck, we’re good.”

“what about professor johnson? how is she doing?”

“she’s swell, ‘n finally got to meet her infamous fiance too. final consensus: he’s fine as hell.”

“you know what, good for her. i was starting to question her credibility after two years of swearing he was real but never showing a picture or anything.”

“I don't blame her - i would try to keep him to myself too if i were her.”

the words between you two ping ponged back and forth at a rapid rate and god, if only you had the reactions of the surrounding tables on tape as the name dropping and rambunctious tales continued to flow. you wanted to know everything to make up your sudden absence after graduating early and that was made clear to many through the noticeable eyes glaring your way, one family even walking over to ask you all to quiet down since the grandmother was seemingly at her boiling point. however, your heated conversations made a halt once a familiar curly headed boy had noticed your scene.

“y/n,” tyson calls out. “it’s not even noon yet and you’re already down a whole margarita?” he walks over to your table and, with no hesitation, seats himself down next to you. your best friend takes note of his charm and you take particular notice of her sudden perkiness in posture.

tyson easily was one of your best friends in your new settlement, on and off the ice. within your first couple hours at ball arena, you and tyson immediately got along. from the moment you accidentally tripped him during your tour of the tunnel for the first time, his playful demeanor was comforting in a place of unfamiliarity (he poked fun at you for a while, calling you “tunnel tripper” before bothering to ask for your real name during your first two weeks). the more you got to know him throughout this season, from learning his habits such as forgetting to fold laundry and receiving late night calls asking for advice about things like girls to cooking, the more you realized he felt safe because he reminded you of your older brother, steven, since you’d do the same with him growing up. technically your age difference made you a year younger, much closer than you and your brother’s gap, but aging up to make up for what others lacked was a balancing act you were used to. 

“c’mon tys, the game doesn’t start till 7pm tonight, i’ll be fine,” you reply. “just don’t tell the managers.” 

lita kicks your foot underneath the table and flashes you with her best doe eyes. typical. this girl has always had a thing for curls.

“ow, what the fuck lits-”

“so,” she says while flashing him her signature saccharine grin. “you work with y/n? so you must be like a player or something, right?”

you scoff, “real smart, sis. that must’ve been hard to guess.” 

he stretches out his hand. “tyson jost, number seventeen.”

“lita warren,” she begins, your eyes darting between them as you’re forced to soak in their little exchange. “no jersey number quite yet.” you shoot your gaze to the boy beside you and the cogs in his head are clearly running at top speed through his flushed face. 

“i’m sure we can make something happen,” he answers with a wink. 

she’s able to reel them in so casually, you can’t even get mad at her at this point. relationships have always been her game, not yours; you truly admired her gift because you know if you ever attempted being as smooth as her, it’d never work out as well. so as much as you do turn slightly sour at the thought of her and tyson, it’s only because you’re sure of a single thing: if anything happens, she’ll be the one to break his heart, not the other way around.

“ew, please not over my salad. have some class, josty,” you groan, picking your drink and downing its last couple sips. “i got one friend from california to visit me once and you’re already flirting with them. i’m gonna puke.”

“shut up, let me have my fun. i gotta sit through you and cale every practice and game day. that shit can be painful.”

you pause for a moment, calculating what to say next. knowing lita, she wasn’t gonna let this slide so easily.

“cale? as in that guy you’re always sending me stats and highlight reels on? that cale?” 

“okay, yes and?” you try to brush off casually. “excuse me,” you wave at the nearest waiter in efforts of yielding another topic. “is it possible to get another drink?”

“yes and…? you haven’t already hopped on his dick yet?” 

you gasp at her comment, slapping her thigh and tyson’s lets out a large huff through his nose alongside sneer. a few heads nearby turn their heads and you slowly sink in your seat a little.

“oh my god, lita you can’t just say that in public!”

“so that means you haven’t?”

“i second her thought,” tyson perks.

“shut up, jost. we’re friends. strictly professional.”

cale makar: nice player, arguably the top of the league, and even nicer guy in general, you gather. and technically you weren’t wrong, you guys are friends. however, you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel a sudden jolt of energy whenever he said your name. or, that you didn’t wake up every morning with hopes of “accidentally” bumping during your runs - choosing routes that were nearby his place or somewhere that he suggested during one of your guys’ many conversations. it may be an embarrassing confession, but you also have a locked section in your notes dedicated to all the things he’s recommended to you, books to shoe brands, and minor one-off facts about himself that couldn’t discover through google - exchanges that you clung to because you've never gotten along so well with someone in this light before; it was thrilling but also terrifying as fuck.

you didn’t mean for it to happen. you are well aware of the connotations of being a woman working in the sports industry. let alone, getting with a player and having news leak? you hadn’t seen a scenario like this explode yet, and you didn’t want to be the first. though, this fuzzy feeling in the base of your stomach has been uncharted territory for years. you don’t crush easily and it could be because you’re so used to having two bulldogs of a brother and a best friend as walls of defence. however with cale, your heart can’t help but flutter with every damn breath. you’re so used to putting your energy towards others, giving more than you receive, but with him, he actually listens to you for once. you feel like your younger self again, the you before facing the realities of responsibility.

in the end, you know it’s better to fight off your feelings for the sake preventing your life blowing up in your face in all aspects. at least you can hide your gleam behind the camera during the games, screaming his name alongside the crowd since no one can tell your crush amongst the sea of people… right?

tyson coughs, crossing his legs in the process, and rolls his eyes. “... and you’re gonna tell him that too, huh? because i’m pretty sure he doesn’t feel the same.”

you turn your head to him. “what do you mean?”

“you’re that oblivious?”

“i’m not surprised,” lita interjects. she pulls out a mirror and lipgloss out of her purse and decides now is the perfect time to touch up her face. “this is like miguel torrento 2.0,” she continues while she reapplies. your reflection essentially glares back at you on her perfectly pouty lips, you notice.

“this isn’t torrento 2.0-”

“you guys were basically in love, for what, three years and you still couldn’t believe it when he asked you out the first time?”

“we were NOT in love-”

“please, you had a whole section of your final poetry anthology practically dedicated to him in junior year english.”

“who is torrento?”

“shut up tyson,” you both snap, her hand held mirror following suit as it makes a loud click.

miguel torrento was a boy of the past and you liked to keep it that way. withal, you did not appreciate the fact that she had to bring him up and certainly in front of tyson, especially in comparison to cale too - these two were incomparable for very separate reasons. 

“... well, he likes you, for the record. like, a lot. landy called it from day one but mikko and jt have had a bet going for the past six months.”

“you’re lying,” you exclaim in disbelief. you know you can’t be that obvious and there are so many other girls out there vying for him, you know it and see it on the daily. 

“everyone knows, y/n! hey lita,” he points his chin towards her. "her mom can also tell that he likes her too."

“you talked to ms. y/l/n?”

“of course you talked up my mom while she was here, you mommy milker.” it was a month ago but she was only visiting for three days - two out of which you didn’t see her and the one time you did, it was because it was a home game against your native anaheim ducks. at best you can only describe your relationship as… distant.

lita has a puzzled look on her face. "what? how?"

"she said, 'everytime she talks he turns red.'"

you sigh, “okay, but the kid is always red. do you not know cale?” 

“true, from what i’ve seen that y/n’s sent me from twitter. everyone on the internet loves his little rosey cheeks,” lita agrees.

“yeah, but he also is constantly talking about y/n too - full on name dropping and everything. it’s always something like ‘do you think y/n would like the blue tie or black tie tonight?’ or ‘hey guys, we should also get a drink for y/n’ if we’re out getting coffee.”

“awe, y/n, that’s so cute! you got a little admirer in the form of an allstar defencemen, those are your favourites too!” 

while you sat in your chair consuming all that was being thrown at you - lita bringing up miguel, your mom apparently talking to tyson at one point and the fact that cale talked about you with the guys - it was making your head spin. so much to process and still that one point tyson had posed was the main one taking up the space in your brain, completely circled in red. was it true? did cale really care about what colours he wore because of you? did he really make the team get coffee for you too, even when you didn’t ask? surely it’s only because he’s a thoughtful guy, right?

“hey guys, sorry interrupt,” a waiter precedes, walking up to you’re all seated. “but we got another complaint about your table being a bit too loud. if this continues, we’re gonna have to ask you to leave.”

you burn with embarrassment as you realize that almost the entire cafe was looking. “we are so sorry. we promise we’ll pipe it down, i think i just had too much to drink and we had a surprise guest come to our table that completely threw me off and i swear that i’m not usually this much of a public nuisance and-”

“y/n,” lita cuts you off. “chill. we’re fine, right?” she lays a hand on your shoulder and looks up at your waiter, batting her eyelashes. “we promise we’ll tone it down for you guys. sorry, again.”

“geez y/n, remind me to make sure to tell the bar to put your name on the blacklist for the next week.”

“god, i’m so sorry guys, and most ‘specially you, tys. what if someone recognized you while you’re out here next to some randomly obnoxious girls? i’d hate to see your name next to mine on some gossip website or something for the wrong reasons.”

“hey, i can at least assure you there is someone out there who is probably more willing to defend your name against some online trolls,” he replies. there’s a little pounce in his tone though you can’t figure out what’s going on behind his eyes.

*ding*ding*

you turn your head towards the cafe’s entrance ahead and you can feel the tips of your ears getting hot as soon as the butterflies rumble.

“hey tyson!”

“hey cale! here to get your afternoon juice, i see,” tyson calls out, managing to give you a little side eye too.

“you know, marissa makes the best ones in town, top tier pre-game fuel. oh, and hi y/n,” he blushes.

your best friend looks your way and you know you’ve been caught - okay, maybe the nice sights of the cafe were a bonus and maybe you mainly picked this place because it was another cale suggestion. in your defence, the morning margarita special was an additional selling point judging from their instagram. 

“hi cale,” you squeak and give a little wave. the sudden wave of shyness is absolutely mortifying if all things talked about within the last twenty minutes deem true. you can’t help but overthink every gesture now, because yeah, maybe you were obvious with it.

he comes over to where you all are seated and tyson stands up, giving up his chair so cale can sit next to you, and moves on over beside lita. your eyes start to go wide and you can feel the blood pumping through your chest because you have no sense about what could happen next.

“nice to meet you, cale. i’m lita, y/n’s best friend,” lita greets with a nod. “y’know, i’ve heard a lot about you. will say, i’m honoured to be sitting across one of the best players in the game right now.”

tyson derides her statement. “i’m here too,” he voices and you all chuckle.

“lita as in lita, the-film-student-lita?”

“bingo.” she points a finger gun. “too bad i’m not wearing my ‘i <3 tarantino’ t-shirt, really could’ve sealed the deal with that one.”

he laughes. “y/n talks a lot about you. she’s always telling me about all the cool scripts you’re writing up and sometimes makes me watch those indie movies you recommend too. you didn’t hear it from me, but she fell asleep during cléo from 5 to 7.” you shove his side a little.

lita begins to grin slightly before opening her mouth. “i’m surprised you got her to watch them in the first place. i swear the only movies she can fully pay attention to are dcoms and marvel movies.”

tyson groans, “please don’t get her started on the disney. the one roadie i forget my headphones, i end up sitting next to cale and the next thing i know, we’re sharing earplugs while he’s studying the soundtrack to step up.”

“wait- step up?” lita asks.

“you know,” he shrugs. “the one with the jump rope.”

she turns to him with a confused look. a wrinkled expression plasters her face until she catches what he means. “babe, that’s jump in! with corbin bleu. step up is channing tatum.”

“whatever.”

you interrupt, “first of all, cale had only seen camp rock and the high school musical series prior to meeting me. he needed to see the other classics too like lemonade mouth and starstruck! c’mon, you know it lits, if you’re gonna be friends with me, you have to understand that those movies have made me and are a part of my personality.”

“it’s true,” cale admits. “when we first met, one of the first things she asked me was if i considered myself like a troy, chad, zeke or jason and i had to google what that meant afterwards.”

"can you guess who we've decided is his high school musical equivalent?" your eyes jolt back and forth between lita and tyson, hoping to get an answer from one of them.

“to be honest, i don’t know what half of that means,” tyson says.

lita lifts a brow and scrunches her nose while trying to configure a reply. “uhm, i don’t know, chad? no offence, cale, but you got supporting role energy. not quite the main character.”

“none taken.”

“he's his own main character, okay,” you try to defend.

“it’s kelsey,” he gives up. “because-”

“he’s the playmaker,” you finish off his sentence with glee, looking over at him with the widest smile. he looks at you and smiles back, quickly ducking his head to glance at the floor and you notice his cheeks heating up in the meantime. 

typically, lita yawns at any sort of cutesy banter. one time a guy she had begun seeing wanted to give her a couple-y nickname, and she ended up breaking up with him the next morning. it threw her off in a way that she never could fully explain. in spite of that, seeing the way you lit up when you were talking to him, and vice versa, it warmed her spirit realizing that you were handling yourself perfectly fine in this new chapter of your life. cale’s soft nature complimented yours and, given she had only observed it for a mere moment, just by the way he spoke to you, she knew she could trust him with your heart.

“cale, your juice is ready!” a woman from behind the counter calls out.

“that’s my cue,” he announces as he starts to get up from his seat. “it was nice to finally meet you, lita. i’m guessing i can count on seeing you tonight too?”

“you bet! i’m expecting one goal and one assist from you tonight, mr. playmaker.”

“sorry to break it to you, makar,” tyson chips in. “but she’s gonna sport the seventeen in the stands later.

“we’ll see about that,” you and lita respond at the same time, resulting in you two looking at each other for a second before breaking out into laughter.

“you guys are so on the same page, it’s insane.” cale observes.

“you know what, i should be getting going too. can’t wear myself out too much before the game. would it be alright if i caught a ride with you?” tyson inquires and to no surprise, cale willfully accepts. the two athletes make their way out of the store, making sure to grab the juice off the counter before fully leaving, waving off you both as they step out of the door.

as soon as they’re out of your line of sight, you can already anticipate what lita is gonna say.

“we’re just friends.”

“he’s so into you,” she states at the same time. “ugh, bitch, tyson was right! he definitely went up a couple shades of red from the second you opened your mouth. boy was in a trance.”

“you’re just over-analyzing.”

“how about when y’all finish each other’s sentences?”

“we do that too.”

“but i’ve known you since the sixth grade. he’s only been, like, a total of twelve months?”

“don’t downplay it by saying ‘twelve months’, that’s literally a year.”

“y/n,” she exclaims. “for once can you finally admit that you like a person. you like cale makar and he likes you back!”

while you had hoped that was the case all along, the fact that you had no other gal pals nearby to back you up had worn you down as you tried to manage whatever you two had - you used this as a shield, an escape, telling yourself it was nothing was facile. however with someone as flamboyant as lita around, you know it was an issue that was going to be brought up as many times as she could and hearing the facts out loud hit you differently today. could he seriously reciprocate any kind of feelings? was there another shade of red you simply were missing or intentionally ignoring?

“...whatever. can we leave it at this for now, please? can we get the bill and talk about it later?”

“whatever you want, pumpkin.”

you call over the waiter from earlier, asking for the bill, but he disappears to the back before returning with a cup in hand instead of a card reader.

“sorry,” lita speaks. “i thought we asked for the bill? we only have cards.”

“on the house,” he replies with a flat tone and a hint of annoyance. “this is also for you, ma’am,” he hands the cup to you and then scurries away, probably wanting to get away as quick as possible considering your antics had left a handful of the staff with complaints. you peer into the cup.

“is that-”

“-a coffee. he bought me a coffee, an iced spanish latte with oat milk, half ice, to be specific. just the way i like it.” you drag out that last sentence while tapping at the lid. its familiar smell felt soothing amongst this mess of a lunch date and you make a mental note to thank cale later.

“tyson was right again. you two are absolutely devastating.” 

she rolls her eyes before getting up, grabbing her purse and jacket from the shoulders of her seat. you follow suit, putting the coffee down as you manage your own belongings, but tightly knitting your mouth knowing that if you say anything more, she was going to use it against you for the rest of your life. when you go to pick up the cup after you packaged the rest of your guys' stuff, you notice a little note on the sleeve.

for the real playmaker. because without you, there is no show.