#and has decided that it wants almost two days to charge fully!

[a-queer-query]

Ah yes, the joys of having a phone for two years (the model itself is about 3 or 4) and the fucking charge port won't work properly

[vinnyvamppp]

You know that to be Desired fic you wrote? Would you be willing to write one Where Mainstream Mark finds out about his other versions wanting his childhood, he gets jealous and decides he has to have them in every way possible, and his other versions can go fuck themselves.

To Be Wanted

Note: Great minds think alike, I actually created this the day after the first one blew up and scrapped it. I'm going on a whim and making this as literal as possible before delving into everything.

Synopsis: He was wrong, he was foolish, and he's here to make up for his mistakes. Of course, you were always the better option, and no one else needs you the way he does. (To Be Desired ABRIDGED)

Warnings: Smut, Sub/Dom Dynamics, Multiple Sex Positions, Pussy Eating, Jealousy/Possessive, Porn w a Plot, Mentions of Anal, Slight Foot Fetish, Mentions of Other Variants, Switch!Mark Grayson, Switch!Reader (both are pretty subby), He needs that cookie real bad, etc.

Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,700 (Had to make it equal to the prequel)

Mark's knuckles ached from the last punch he threw— his breathing ragged as he hovered above the city, eyes locked onto him. Another him. He could charge headfirst immediately, but as his eyes landed upon the destruction and chaos wailing around him— he could only think one thing. I want to see her. You were independent and creative on the battlefield, but even he was angered and fearful. What if these versions of him convoluted your impression of him? He never had the chance to fully confess, and right now? he hated this with every fiber of his being.

The city was unrecognizable, reduced to a graveyard of twisted steel and crumbling concrete. While the screams of the dying were drowned beneath the thunderous collapse of once-proud skyscrapers. Ichor slicked the pavement—bodies crushed beneath rubble or torn apart mid-air—and through it all, the Variants rained destruction without hesitation like a merciless plague of living extinction.

He shot forward, propelling through clouds of smoke tickling him. Smoke settled in his mouth, tasting charred wood and something almost metallic, like blood burned to dust. It was acrid and suffocating, but now was a moment of clarity. He was bruised, costume tethered as blood seeped from cuts among his skin, knuckles bruised with his eye threatening to swell shut.

This needed to be the end of their tyranny, and soon.

As Mark’s body cut through the wind with an unparalleled determination, fist meeting bone with a nauseating crunch, the force of the strike vibrating across the man's face. The variant groaned, wiping a smear of blood from his mouth, before turning towards him with that smug, knowing grin. "You don't get it, do you?" he taunted. "I don’t blame you. You weren’t there when she finally realized she didn’t have to wait for you."

Mark’s heart slammed against his ribs. He knew what the man meant, of the power you possessed. The familial ability to pierce a tear in the universe and peak into what the future beheld. This was an opportune time for you to be dissuaded—he didn’t seem to be the only candidate pursuing you—not with them here.

"Shut up."

The Variant only chuckled, tilting his head. "They say the multiverse is infinite, but you know what every version of us wants? Her. And we don’t hesitate. We don’t string her along. We don’t let her slip through our fingers a second—"

A second time. He didn’t wish to acknowledge that he never chose you, even when fate had bound you two together. He was lovesickV that was his biggest fault. Mark grabbed him by the throat and drove him through a building before he could finish. Glass and concrete exploded around them as they crashed through another two stories. "You think I don’t hesitate because I don’t care?" Mark growled, pressing his forearm against his Variant’s windpipe. "You think I don’t want her?!"

The variant only smirked, even with his air supply cut off. "Then why am I the one she's been warming up to?" His eyes widened in pure panic and rage flashed white-hot in Mark’s vision. He reared back, ready to hit him again when—

"Mark?"

The sound of your voice cut through the chaos like a blade. His breath hitched, movements halting as if to show the hold you had on him. Your costume was worn—the usual well-manicured appearance now frazzled from wages of war, and dried blood flaked against your skin. That look on your face… was different from the ones he recalled in his childhood. The difference was that the fuzzy warmth you once had, was slowly fading into something neutral, common, amongst the glances you shared with everyone.

Mark turned, his heart lurching as he saw another variant landing just a few feet from you. This one wasn’t fighting. He was standing too close, looking at you like he already owned you. His lips are pursing to deceive you. 

The Variant beside you reached for your hand. You were actually listening to him, just how many had found you by now? How many professed their love? "Come on. You don’t belong with him. Not when we—"

Mark didn't let him finish. In a blink, he was there— yanking the variant away from you and slamming him into the pavement so hard the ground cratered beneath them. "She’s mine," Mark snarled, gripping the Variant by the collar and lifting him up just to punch him back down. The variant spat blood— barely conscious, but Mark wasn’t done. "I don’t care how many of you there are," Mark seethed, throwing the variant across the street. "She’s mine. You want her? Go fuck yourself." His voice cracked with the sheer intensity.

After a long moment of silence, he turned to face you. Even after that display, you were left silenced. Truthfully, you had begun to consider their words— was it bitterness from his previous relationship with Eve? Or perhaps the feelings you forced yourself to bury? Being a hero made it easy to turn a blind eye, once you became resentful enough.

Mark’s breathing is shaky as he approaches you, his hands still trembling from the fight—from watching them try to take you, try to twist your mind into thinking they were better for you. It makes his stomach churn and his blood boil all over again. Because what if you had believed them? What if he’d been too late? When truthfully, they never stood a chance. 

“I mean it,” he said, his voice lower now— steady despite the adrenaline still coursing through him. “I don’t care what the others told you. I don’t care what they promised. They’re not me.” He awaited a response. Your lips parted, hesitation flickering in your expression. Not because you didn't feel something for him—he could see it. It was the uncertainty. Maybe even a little of the possessiveness still lingering in his tone.

So he softened. Mark reached out, his fingers barely brushing over yours as a silent question before running his thumb over your knuckles. The warmth nearly caused him to shiver. "I should have told you," he murmurs. "A long time ago. But I kept holding back because I thought—I don’t know, maybe I’d ruin things, maybe you didn’t see me the same way. But I can’t do that anymore. Not after seeing them try to take you away from me." You understood what he meant. This was his apology for abandoning you. Leaving when you received your powers—when he got his first girlfriend— when you needed a friend.

You stare at him, searching his face, your breathing uneven from adrenaline. He leans in, close enough that you can feel the way his breath trembles against your lips. "Tell me you want this," he demands with desperation. Your fingers trace along his jaw— voice a hushed whisper. “You threw a guy into the pavement for me, Mark. What do you think I want?”

Your voice is low but firm as you yanked him against you. “You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.”

Mark knows he should be careful, knows he shouldn’t let his emotions swallow him, but then you’re pulling him closer, your fingers threading into his hair—body molding against his like you’re giving him the permission he so desperately craves.

And just like that—his restraint snaps.

Your back is against the nearest wall before you can process it, his lips crashing into yours with a fervor that nearly steals your breath. It’s messy, desperate—his hands gripping your waist like he needs proof that you’re his. He makes a noise in the back of his throat—something between a gasp and a holy shit again—before his grip tightens.

He groans into the kiss, his fingers sliding under the torn edges of your costume, skimming over bruised skin. "God, you’re so—" He exhales sharply— lips trailing from your mouth down to the curve of your jaw, then lower— ghosting over the pulse at your throat. He couldn’t stop touching you. He wouldn't stop.

You shudder as his teeth scrape lightly against your skin. "Mark—"

"No, seriously," he mumbles between kisses, words muffled against your collarbone. He found you to be perfect. The light in the muddled mess of his life. He could barely let you speak— just wanting to prove to you that he would always be the better option. 

His voice is wrecked now— breathless with want, and when you roll your hips against his just to tease, his breath hitches.

"Oh, my God," he chokes, pressing his forehead against your shoulder for a second. "Okay. Okay,—we should probably go home now because if we keep this up, I won't be stopping.” He was right; it was probably best if the news didn’t catch wind of the actual Invincible getting frisky in public during such a time. You bite your tongue, teasing, "You sure?"

Mark groans, lifting you effortlessly, his hands firm against your thighs as he takes off, propelling you both through the sky in a blur. "I have literally never been more sure of anything in my life," he says, his voice tight as he tries not to focus on the way your body is pressed against his—or how obvious his erection is right now.

But you do notice.

And when you grind down against his lap mid-flight, he lets out a noise so strangled and needy that he nearly forgets to keep flying. "Oh—shit, that’s—okay, wow, you’re evil. You’re actually evil. Holy shit, I’m gonna crash us into a building."

Once you two clumsily entered the sliding door of his home, your clothes were quickly strewn across the kitchen floor. He didn’t waste any time—his lips were on yours like a magnet—the taste of you intoxicating like he’d imagined. At this moment, he realized he would’ve never reacted the same for another woman. Excitement swelled his veins as you two collapsed against the couch. The renewed energy powering his body through its injuries.

Every part of you was his. From your knuckles to your shoulders, to your neck and collarbones, breasts— down to your toes. He’d make sure of it as every part of you was riddled with his saliva-ridden kisses. "I should’ve done this sooner—I should’ve made sure you knew you were mine before they even had the chance to try." He heaved— muscled body appearing from the crevices of your flesh. “No one else gets to touch you like this." His voice had a slight rasp, nearly distracting you from the harsh yank against your panties. At the sight alone he groaned— hands moving at inhuman speeds as he stripped himself of his boxers and the tight confines of your bra.

He moves lower, his lips tracing over your stomach— tongue dipping into your navel. You feel a rush of anticipation as he moves lower, his lips claiming your thighs. He parts your legs, his tongue tracing over your skin, his fingers moving to touch you. That’s when it happens— His tongue, almost hesitant, licks your cunt. Oh. You’re sweet like sugar all over. The realization dawned on him as his pupils dilated— lips messily smushed against your labia, and the rough texture of his dry tongue raked against your clit. The arousal that pooled from you was like water— his tongue seeking hydration. Your hips slowly rolled against his face; the soft mewls vibrating against your throat spurred him further.

It was almost sensual, slow as a reminder of who was between your legs right now. His muscular arms locked your hips into place as his tongue grew brutal. Its rapid— pleasurable lashes had you seeing stars. Just as you approached a quick orgasm, his tongue delved inside you, tongue-fucking you as far as his tongue could possibly reach. His nose nudged rhythmically against the bundle of nerves as his fingers glided up your abdomen— mapping out every curve to his memory. His hips rutting desperately against the now-damp couch cushion.

The quiet sound of the kitchen faucet dripping made your moans sound eerily loud. Your fingers roughly travel across his muscled forearm as your back arches into his mouth. With harsh gasps, your fingers roughly tapped him as he finally ripped the climax he so desired from you, his mouth covered in your scent. Divine.

Bringing himself up, his lips captured yours once more— your groans responding to one another. “You’re mine too, you know. But I like watching you get all worked up about it,” you mused breathlessly. He chortled quietly to himself— reddened and pulsing cock waiting readily in his grasp. Stroking it a few times between gasps, he spoke almost darkly amused. "They thought they could steal you from me, but they don’t know you like I do. They don’t know what you like. But I do." Before you could question him further on his remark, his hips snugly snapped against yours. His dick parted through you with ease as you both whined. The rhythm started slow, purposeful—punctuating with each thrust until he grew consumed with lust. Driving himself forward, the couch rocked from the unnatural movement. He had you completely beneath him, knees tucked against your chest and spread wide as his body pressed flush against yours. The wind was knocked out of you with every pummel, leaving you nearly salivating at the sensation. The raw sensation of your nipples rubbing against his chest adds a pleasurable sting to the mix, your hands now clawing at his shoulders.

"Mine. Mine. Mine," he muttered against the shell of your ear, his jaw unnaturally tight as he fought the urge to cum here and now. You were his—not theirs—just his alone in his suburban neighborhood when he should be putting an end to this. This was his moment to be selfish; to him, his need to defend was over until he devoured every inch of you. "God, I—fuck, I can't stop touching you. I don’t want to stop. You feel too good; you’re—oh my God, you’re everything." He rambled, abruptly pulling out, and a schlick sound echoed from between your legs. Suddenly, you were in his lap—pressed firmly against his torso, his hands wrapping around the width of your shoulders as he resheathed himself once more, his hips pistoning deeper into you. All you could manage was to bounce dumbly against him, the meat of his neck being your sanctuary as the skin absorbed the pornographic sound of your moans. He was breathless, barely able to contain himself as his skin became crowded in a red flush.

Then again—another position change, your bodies tangled together effortlessly, one of his legs hooked over your hip while the other remained stretched out beneath him. The angle was deep, intimate—allowing him to press closer, his body half-wrapped around yours as if he couldn’t bear to let go. Every movement sent a slow, rolling wave of pleasure through you, his hands gripping your waist to pull you even closer. His breath was warm against your skin—lips brushing against your shoulder as he murmured your name between each heated thrust. He slowly came up, hands spreading your ass cheeks as he watched himself be sucked into you willingly. The sight of your puckering hole clenching with each rock made his dick weep for its release. One hand melded against the fat of your ass, the other running up your sculpted calves until his lips mark your ankles and feet, his tongue swirling around your toe. "S... Say it again. Say you’re mine. Please—just say it." He pleaded, more so demanding as his movements became rougher— the couch shifting forward a few inches. “They don’t matter… I’m yours, Mark.” Your words were cut between burying your head in the couch pillows. “T-They don’t matter…” He echoed, a pleased groan vibrating against your foot.

Again. You were suddenly flipped as he stood, his feet backing into a wall as his knees nearly gave out from the sensations. You were hoisted into his arms as he bullied himself inside of you, both of your combined voices growing weak and raw. His neck craned lower as his tongue delved a nipple into his mouth—your skin was cold from a combination of sweat and his saliva. Creamy fluid leaked down his shaft as he unknowingly came from overstimulating himself. His hands gripped you hard enough to bruise, as you scratched up the length of his back, causing him to yelp. His canines finally blossoming their first hickey against your chest. Soon, his lips found yours, the rugged ends of your teeth nipping his lips hard enough to draw blood.

Not that it mattered—every scratch, bite, and pull only cemented one undeniable truth: you were his. And he wasn’t done. Not after feeling the slick warmth of your tongue against him, not after the way his thumb teased your rim while he moved inside you. Not even when he leaned you against the couch— having your legs straddle his as his tip prodded the entrance of your ass.

He seemed truly hellbent on caressing every inch. For further context, the previous two parts are listed in the MasterList ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚

[anantaru]

⚝ DAY 6 — BLOW JOB/DEEPTHROATING

kinktober 2024. — masterlist | ao3

— including. — cyno, tighnari, sethos, kaveh

— warnings. — fem! reader, oral (male! receiving) sloppy n messy, whiny boys

⚝ — CYNO

there was nothing nicer for cyno other than having you between his spread thighs, his muscles flexing as you look up at him all cutely— parted lips shimmering of his cum and your spit, eyes glassed out.

the man suddenly laughs, oh? a breathless, rough sound so hot that you had to moan around his shaft, tipsy of feeling him press against your tongue.

repeatedly, his tip snugs between the tightness of your throat, hard enough for him to feel every swallow you took— it's almost surreal, no one could explain the emotions he was going through as he lolls his head back, jaw parted, musing your name as you glide your fingernails along his thighs, playing with him, stroking his length and suckling tight.

certainly, you cannot lie but there was a boost in your ego whenever you interrupted your even rhythm with faint traces of your tongue lapping at his shaft, just barely skimming over his swollen cock— and suddenly cyno acts as if you've never gone down on him, that pout on his lips was cute too, especially when you do it. it drives you absolutely insane.

⚝ — TIGHNARI

you know exactly what you’re doing to tighnari, and as you bob your head up and down, his voice held steady as to conceal his delirious grunts that you were so eager to hear— the lust continued as though he was gliding out of control, his fingers digging into the mattress when you decide to tighten your throat.

all the air left his lungs in a dizzy rush when you guzzle around his cock filthily, doing it on purpose of course, you see— tighnari adored hearing you slurping and smacking at the taste of him, it has his cock twitching, burning of wanting to cum between your precious lips and have the blaze in your throat taken care of.

you're sucking him off violently now, twisting your tongue over the twitching veins as his lips bend between the edge of tingling and a numb sensation— feeling him slightly shift in his seat before you take him deeper in your mouth.

you smirk, his whole body seemingly running on autopilot each time you teased him, coaxed out dreamy sounds from past his lips as you showed him that in this scenario it was you being in charge.

⚝ — SETHOS

sethos held his breath, suppressing a squirm, "you're so good— at this," he grunts, a little whine making itself hearable, "fuck, but you know that, hah, right?" and he was breathing hard and fast through his nose as your eyes meet.

you're noticing how his adams apple bobs, how longingly he glazes at your lips— the wetness of your chin and cheeks swiveling his gaze into a dark glance as sethos gave in completely, all his senses feeling blurred.

not to mention, he was big, thick and warm on your tongue, repeatedly jutting from your wet, filthy mouth as you're showing him no mercy.

you feel your own body becoming too hot, his dripping dick simply too searing for your skin, your tongue and throat. still, you smirk at him, feeling him tremble when you notice his fingers skim through your hair, encouraging you to go faster, urging you to please please suck him off so desperately hard until his mouth was fully agape and panting.

the licks of your muscle were coursing so precisely like an acrylic drawing inside a prestige exhibition— but instead of succumbing to it fully, sethos already pictures you in his mind, later of course, when it's his turn to go down on you, please your little cunt just as he pictured it in his head.

⚝ — KAVEH

kaveh rolls his eyes in pleasure, his muscles tensing in a flaring race as your hand twitches, rubbing him slowly, the briefest brush of your fingertips tensing him up as he groans, bracing himself for your warm mouth.

and when you finally open it— strings of saliva popped into two pieces before you slowly slid it inside, promptly lunging forward to taste him.

slippery and urgent— you move your head up and down as he twitches in your palm with every compress of your hold.

only then, he begins to grind his hips up, desperately fucking your hand before brushing his doused bangs off his forehead— truly, kaveh was thinking about it earlier, but now, he cannot help himself but utterly unravel in front of your eyes, laying back as he helplessly fucks his hips up to meet your strokes.

"feels s-so good, mh, you look so pretty, like this," his words are like honey to your ears as he feels your tongue crush against his length before you speed up your rhythm, pulling an almost shrill cry from his lips and archons— how much you craved seeing your boyfriend like this.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[starkwlkr]

banned pt. 2 | charles leclerc

welcome everyone to banned pt. 2 ‼️ in this fic, ruby is 7 and mathéo is 3 and making their ig debut, introducing the schumi kids, mikey and demri <3

It had been years since Ruby introduced herself to social media. Everyone loved her and loved how funny she was. No one ever thought they would get another ‘Ruby goes on social media’ video since Charles had stated multiple times that she was forever on a phone ban. All it took for Charles to give up his phone was a couple of drinks and a distraction from Lorenzo and Arthur who had dared him to jump into the pool.

This time, Ruby wasn’t alone. She had her brother Mathéo with her so the media got to see two Leclercs mess around.

It was a Pascale’s birthday and the family had decided to surprise the mother with a cake and gifts. The Schumacher’s were also invited so Mikey and Demri were hanging out with the Leclerc children. By the end of the night, almost everyone was giggly and singing random songs every now and then.

The kids had just taken a bath after spending most of their day inside the pool. Ruby had come down from her room and saw Charles starting to empty his pockets onto the table.

“Charles! No!” Y/n laughed as Charles was debating whether or not to take his shirt off.

“Jump in fully clothed!” Arthur yelled as Carla tried to get him to shut up.

“Okay.” Charles replied, but before he jumped in, he grabbed Y/n’s hand and dragged her to the pool. She had no choice but to jump in as well.

Ruby saw Charles’ phone and quickly ran to get it before anyone saw her. Thankfully they were all distracted by drunk Charles. She ran back up to her room where Mathéo was playing on the IPad.

“Théo! Look!” Ruby showed the boy what she had in her hands. “Want to make a video?”

“Does it have games?” Demri asked, following her best friend.

The boy nodded and put away his IPad where he had found it. Ruby and Mathéo were completely different from their personalities to the way they dressed.

Ruby unlocked Charles’ phone and clicked on the instagram app. The first post that she came across was not her mother’s like last time. It was a family picture that was taken yesterday posted on Arthur’s account. She immediately went to the comments and typed one herself.

charles_leclerc yo u snore 😂😂😂

“Ruby, I want to see!” Mathéo whined since his sister was not sharing like they were suppose to.

“That’s my papa’s name!” Mikey pointed to Mick’s username in Arthur’s instagram likes.

“Go get maman’s phone! She has the same thing!”

So the little boy stood up from the floor and ran to get his mother’s phone. Y/n had been charging her phone in her room so Mathéo knew where to find the phone. When he came back, he saw Ruby pointing the phone to her doll collection that had grown since Instagram last saw it.

“Ruby, how do I get the game you’re playing?” Mathéo asked as he handed the phone to his sister.

Ruby sighed and set the phone down on her bed. “It’s not a game, Théo! Look, it’s this one.” Ruby opened up the instagram app on Y/n’s phone and saw the same post she had seen on Charles’ phone. Her fingers accidentally made the screen go from Y/n’s instagram feed to the camera. Demri and Mikey gasped when they saw filters.

“Take a picture!”

“Wait! There’s funny faces!” Mathéo excitedly said and started to put filters on his face. “I want to show papa!”

“No! If you show papa then he’s going to take away the phone and then you won’t be able to play and he’s going to be mad with you and he won’t give you kisses and he’ll give me more kisses. He told me.” Ruby said.

paddockfashion “he told me” me when i lie

forzacha16 room tour when?

schumacherlegacy this is so unexpected i love it

“I can show you papa’s trophies. Um, you have to be quiet because Uncle Enzo and his girlfriend and Auntie Carla and Uncle Arthur are here. I helped maman with grand-mère’s cake and it’s pink and I drew a heart and she loves it.” Ruby had a habit of talking about one topic then talking about another.

“My papa has a room like that too. But his has more because he said my opa’s trophies are in there too. He has a lot. I counted them the other day and I counted a lot.” Mikey explained.

“Where are you going?” Mathéo asked, still holding his mother’s phone in his hands.

“I’m going to papa’s trophy room.”

totowolffisadilf of course charles has a trophy room

gosports44 WHATS HIS CREDIT CARD NUMBER

nomichaelno tell charles to follow me on tiktok

“TikTok? My maman has TikTok.” Ruby said as her and Mathéo walked to the end of the hall where Charles kept all his trophies and helmets in a room.

“Show my helmet!” Mathéo shouted as he pointed to a helmet that Charles had gifted him for his birthday.

“No,” Ruby simply said and pointed the camera towards all the trophies. “I wanted to show the helmets Dem and I have but they’re not here.”During the Monaco Grand Prix, Charles had gifted Demri and Ruby matching helmets with their initials on the side. Ruby had hers in Mick’s house since she had taken it when her and Demri had a sleepover and forgotten it. “never mind this is boring. Uncle Pierre got me more barbies!”

She ran back to her room and dropped the phone. “Ruby! That’s papa’s phone!” Mathéo gasped.

“It was already broken when I got it,” Ruby picked up the phone and saw the comments and lightly gasped when she saw a familiar name.

pierregasly you’re still banned

pierregasly don’t break your papa’s phone

“What does that say?” Mathéo asked as he took the phone from Ruby’s hands.

“You can’t read, I can! It says listen to me and to give me two euros.”

“No it doesn’t.”

“Yes it does. I know how to read too!” Demri defended her friend.

“You can’t count, how can you read?” Mikey teased his sister.

yukisrestuarant ruby and demri stan until i die

formulasbitch gaslighting era

wagstyle i agree it says give her two euros

“Ruby? Do you have my phone?” The kids heard Charles shout.

“No!”

[lou-struck]

A Warm Rescue

Katsuki Bakugo x reader

~ While out Bar Hopping with your friends, a long line and a lost jacket has you wishing the night would come to an early end.

W.C. 2.8k

Warnings: Alcohol use, Bar Hopping, Being Cold, use of y/n for reader.

a/n: I saw something like this happen the other day so this is a bit self indulgent. But for all you readers who are of legal drinking age, remember to dress accordingly. Inside the bar may be warm but outside is still going to be freezing. 

Your bedside clock flashes the time in your direction as you walk about the bedroom with your toothbrush in your mouth. It’s almost eight thirty which means your friends should be picking you up for your long-awaited night out, checking out some of the cooler bars your city has to offer. 

Your phone rests on Katsuki’s nightstand plugged into his much more efficient charger as you stuff your ID and Credit Card into the large front pockets of your pants. Normally you would try to bring a bag with you, but you decided against it for purely aesthetic reasons. 

From across the room, you see your phone light up with a message from Mina, the one who invited you on this fun little night out. 

‘Hey Y/n, the Uber is outside ur place!’

‘No Rush but hurry so we can get to the first bar before the kitchen closes!!!!’

“Momo wants fries.’

The little explosion of text messages brings a smile to your face as you grab your device off the nightstand in such a hurry, that you nearly take the whole charging cord with you.

It’s only at 38% so that will have to do for tonight. 

Just as you are about to leave the bedroom you take a peek at yourself in the mirror. Your arms are practically bare underneath your mesh sleeves and you wonder if you need to bring another layer with you that is a bit more wintery.

You grab a thin jacket and slip it on before heading towards the door. Your hand is on the handle as you shoot a glance back to the shut door of Katsuki’s office.

Your pro hero boyfriend has been on a Zoom call with someone from his agency for the past two hours and you would hate to interrupt him while he’s working. He may not be a night owl himself, but you know he worries about you when you go out.

Your phone's battery may be low, but it’s still enough for you to send him a little goodbye text. It’s short and sweet but you deem it appropriate enough as you press send and walk out the front door into the chilly early spring air.  

As you run towards the waiting Uber, you can’t help but think that this pathetic excuse for a jacket you have on may not be enough to keep you warm as the temperature drops lower and lower.

~

By the time your little group makes it to your first bar of the night, you are half frozen. But it is packed and the compressed body heat around you makes the air almost too warm for you. 

“Woah, it looks like it’s standing room only,” you murmur to absolutely no one. The loud thumping of the base drowns out your words before you even speak them. 

Not bothering to try to have a conversation with you, Mina’s pink arm links with your own, and she expertly drags you through the crowd to the only open booth in the whole place.

You gawk at her in amazement as you slide across the kinda sticky, black leather seats next to her as Momo buys the first round as well as some fries for the table. Because as she said in the Uber, “It is irresponsible to drink on an empty stomach.”

As you begin to sway along to the music, the heat from the bar’s seltzer-scented air gets to be too much for you. To cool down, you shrug the useless jacket down your arms, letting it rest on the booth behind you for later. 

“We look so cute,” Mina practically yells into your ear as there is a pause in the music. “What did Bakugo say when he saw you leaving?”

“Nothing.” you frown “He was working so I didn't get to say goodbye.”

“Sucks for him,” she grins, pulling out her phone. Her fully charged battery mocks your practically dead one in your pocket as he turns it sideways. “I’ll send him a picture of you so he knows what he’s missing out on.”

You smile as her camera flash blinds you. She tries to show you how the picture turned out but it just looks like a bunch of black and white dots on her screen as your eyes readjust to the darkened room. 

~

You may have been there too long. 

One drink turned to four and your head feels slightly fuzzy from your good-natured buzz. 

Between trips to and from the bathroom, the dance floor, and the bartop you feel you have thoroughly explored every inch of the small, overcrowded bar.

The fry baskets are empty and your drinks are nothing but ice and twisted lemon garnishes when your group gets up to leave. You pull yourself up from the booth and link arms with your friends laughing as you make your way through the crowd towards the exit so you can walk down the block. 

As you walk past the bouncer towards the door your slightly tipsy brain can’t help but feel like you're forgetting something. 

The shift from the loud cramped bar to the outside air is quite the sensation. Your ears feel like they have been stuffed with cotton as they readjust away from the loud music and even louder laughter that filled the bar. 

With your friends pulling you along the slightly frosty pavement to the next bar, the ‘alcohol blanket’ around you begins to wear off and you find yourself a little cold.

Okay, maybe a lot- 

You’re visibly shivering as your once floaty brain crashes down to earth in full sobriety. Why are you so cold?

You wrap your bare arms around yourself, your poor skin too cold to make goosebumps. And then you realize…

“Oh shoot, I left my coat in the other bar.” you realize bitterly. But even if you had your jacket with you, it wouldn't do much to keep you warm.

The group stops in their tracks and looks at poor, chilly you. “Should we go back and get it?”

“No worries,” you reply, shooting a glance back at the bar you had been at despite the freezing temperatures the line is out the door practically wrapping around the building. “Let’s just get to the next bar.”

“Are you sure?” Momo asks with concern “I could make you a blanket.”

You defiantly shake your head. The Pro could make you a blanket or something, but if something were to happen you would be wasting her quirk. “No thank you, it’s really not that bad.”

The two Pro Heroes look between themselves but know that you are just like your boyfriend. Stubborn to a fault.

You pick up your pace, the movement helping you feel a bit warmer as you lead your little group down the block. The taller building acts as a much-appreciated windshield for you.

“There it is.” Ashido squeals pointing to the next bar on your list. Since you guys spent way longer at the first bar you think that this may be your last stop of the night.

“The line looks short too”

“Thank god,” you mutter quietly as you guys approach the bouncer who shakes his head at the three of you and stops you with a meaty palm. His shaved head and designer sunglasses glisten under the urban lighting making him look twice as large and three times as mean.

“We're full,” he growls. “Move to the side and wait until someone leaves.”

“At least he didn't turn us away,” You murmur, watching as the bouncer waves away groups of younger adults with a mere twitch of his lip. The line thins, but never quite disappears. The lack of warm bodies around you makes you even more painfully aware of just how cold you are. ow

Your muscles ache, and as your buzz wears off you realize just how worn out you are feeling. The week was long, tedious, and although you would never complain of the hardships of your civilian job to two Pro Heroes, you are beginning to yearn for the comforts of your bed. 

Katsuckis warm body pressed against yours can put you to sleep in no time. 

He’s probably at home, warm in bed without you.

Jerk

A man slips out of the bar’s door, his cell phone pressed to his ear as he walks impatiently towards a rideshare. 

Mina bats her eyelashes at the bouncer and nudges you forward. “It’s freezing out here, is there any way our friend could go inside first? That guy over there just walked out.”

He lowers the glasses to the bridge of his nose and shoots you a look of disgust, that if you weren't living with the King of Scowls, would’ve terrified you.

“Are you a Pro Hero?” he sighs glancing briefly at his clipboard. 

“N-no.” you shiver as another brutal gust of wind cuts through the air.

“Are you famous?”

“Not at all.”

“Rich?”

“I wish,” you chuckle.

“Then why would I let you in all by yourself?”

“Because they are cold and you have the space inside?” Mina says stepping between you and the bouncer who seems to have a raging god complex.

Momo cuts “Because they are in a relationship with D~”

“I don’t care if they are All Might’s secret love child.” the man scoffs. “They are not getting inside without a VIP escort.”

“Guys it’s fine.” you huff trying to sound encouraging, your fake smile pinches your cheeks. “A few more minutes out here won't kill me, and then we can get back to having fun.”

Three pairs of eyes land on you. “Are you sure y/n you look pretty cold?” 

“I’m fine,” you grin. “I could stay out here for hours.”

Before anyone can call your bluff, a car screeches to a stop in the pickup area next to the line, its headlights reflect off the asphalt, blinding you and everyone else in the line. It takes a few seconds for your eyes to readjust, blinking away the weird dark spots until you can make out a figure sliding out of the driver's seat. Their hands are shoved deep into their pockets as they stomp in your direction. Blinking the figure into clarity you manage to make out the deep scowl of your boyfriend standing just feet away from you.

“Wow, someone is certainly out past his bedtime,” Momo comments, earning a snicker from her pink-haired friend. 

“Katsuki.” you shiver, you don't know if it's the lingering alcohol in your system, but you feel as if the Blond's heated gaze of irritation is warming the air around you. 

“It’s freezing out here, what the Hell do you think you are doing going out dressed like it's the Summer?"

“I had a jacket.” You say defensively, crossing your arms over your chest in an attempt to hide some of your cold skin. But your facade crumbles and you step closer to him for some much-needed comfort. “But I left it at the last place and now I’m really cold.”

He narrows his eyes as he takes in your shivering form. “No shit. You’re gonna catch pneumonia out here.” He unzips his black jacket and drapes it around your bare shoulders. Immediately you nuzzle into the warm, burnt sugar-scented garment. 

“Feels good,” you murmur, “Thank you.”

“Dynamite?” the bouncer's voice cracks as he looks up at your boyfriend with wide eyes. “I would’ve let them inside if I knew that~”

Your boyfriend's head snaps toward the bouncer. “YOU KEPT THEM OUT HERE IN THE COLD?”

“I-it’s policy,” he blubbers.

“IT’S A SHIT POLICY,” he spits back his warm arm snaking protectively around your waist. You lean into his warmth and watch as a woman steps out of the bar and rushes towards the bouncer. 

“What are you doing here Shawn?” she asks, and you can tell by her tone of voice that she is definitely the Bar's Manager. Katsuki and the others lock eyes as they realize that they are about to watch some top-tier drama unfold. “You were fired…Last week.”

Momo’s hand flies to her chest in shock as she drinks up this piping hot tea. “Oh my…”

The ‘bouncer’ decides to bounce, disappearing around the corner. To save face, the Manager turns to face your group and smiles. “So sorry about this you guys, please come on inside while I deal with this crowd, and find another bouncer.”

“You know, I don’t think those pajama pants fit the dress code.” Mina jokes pointing to your boyfriend's blue flannel pants. “Did you leave your bunny slippers in the car?”

His face turns a furious crimson as his grip tightens around your waist. “Shut Up Raccoon Eyes, clearly I’m going home to get some sleep.”

His warmth pulls away and your body instinctively follows. “You’re not coming with us?”

His eyes soften as he fiddles with the jacket around your shoulders. “It’s late, you should keep that with you and stay warm in there. And charge yer damn phone.”

“I don’t have a…” you feel the pockets and notice that he has slid a portable charger and one of your favorite snack bars in the pocket. 

Such a small gesture has you grinning like an idiot as you look up at the man in front of you. 

God… he is such a simp for you.

You could tease him, but why on earth would you bite the hand that literally feeds you? 

“Stay warm, okay?”

“I will,” you murmur, looking between your friends and your boyfriend. You want to go home, but you would hate to leave your friends since you hardly get to spend time together. 

“I know that look,” Momo says, giving you a smile, “You should get home and warm up. We’ll be done in a bit so how about we get brunch together tomorrow?”

“You can come too Bakugou,” Mina laughs, slinging an arm around Momo’s shoulders and receiving a scowl from your Boyfriend.

“You guys really don't mind if I call it a night?” you ask worriedly. 

“I mean, we love spending time with you, but you look like you’re freezing,” Mina says, her dark eyes full of concern. 

“Now go warm up before I pull a space heater out of my chest.”

“And trust me, she’s done it before.” They go into the bar gigging as you are now alone with your boyfriend, who miraculously isn't shivering now without his jacket. “Thank you for coming.”

“I wasn't just gonna let you freeze,” he says, his cheeks turning a tad pink from embarrassment. I saw that message from Raccoon eyes and you looked cold. I tried to lay down but I couldn't sleep thinkin of you freezing your ass off out here. And yer phone was dead so I couldn't~”

“You’re amazing,” you breathe and your poor heart can’t take it any longer. You practically pounce on him, pressing your cold lips to his much warmer ones. You pull away, far too soon for his liking, and give him your most innocent expression. “It’s cold out here, can we go?”

“Yeah, let's get out of here.” Clinging to his arm, he walks you over to his artistically parked car. Even in the dark, you notice the three outsline parking spots his vehicle is covering. “Nice parking job,” you tease. 

“Shut up,” he growls trying his best to glare at you as he opens the passenger door for you. “Clearly I had other things on my mind.”

The warm air from the heated car warms your air-chilled skin, and it doesn't escape your notice that Katsuki had turned on the passenger seat warmer for you before you had even planned on calling it a night. 

He knows you too well.

“This is nice,” you sigh, allowing the warm air to stream in through the vents as he drives off into the night. 

“I bet,” he hums, sliding one of his hands off the steering wheel and placing it softly on your exposed kneecap. “You still feel like ice, are you trying to catch a cold?”

“Of course not,” you object, “but, having you look after me wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.”

“You are such a pain,” he smiles, attention still on the road.

“But you love me.”

“Well no shit,” he scoffs, giving your knee an affectionate squeeze. “I wouldn't get out of bed in the middle of the night for anyone else.”

True love right there…

Tagging: @pixelcafe-network

[missbutterworthless]

[i’m not a violent dog. i don’t know why i bite.]

The lead singer of BOTB’s Season 4 projected underdogs, Arlo Beck of Penny Arcade, declined further comment in regards to the threatening of a member of the media when questioned about former band mate and fellow competitor, Seven Lawless of Soft Violence.

Further Info Under the Cut!

TW for mentions of addiction 🫶

Introducing Arlo Beck, lead singer of Penny Arcade, a pop punk band of humble origins known most for their musically delivered political commentary and their revenge anthems (it is of particular note that such anthems were not common in the Lawless Era, with the band leaning far more heavily into charged love songs. Which could mean nothing.)

Fun Facts!

Beck is an Aquarius!

According to an insider source, beyond singing, Beck is quite capable with the ocarina.

Beck is known to juggle at any and every opportunity, regardless of who may or may not be watching. (He is apparently rather talented as well.)

Beck is known for accessorizing with heart motifs, noted by a previous local publication to be a nod to fellow bandmate Rowan Hart.

Beck often carries a bottle of quick dry black polish for ‘manicure emergencies’. He is known to have addressed such emergencies while on stage after chipping a nail during a performance.

Beck is often cited as the source for Penny Arcade’s ‘gimmick’ of collecting loose change in collection bins during a dedicated song at every performance. The change is then matched and donated to queer and at risk youth. Beck remains firm that every member of Penny Arcade, past and present, is equally responsible.

Picture Easter Eggs and more Fun Facts!

Arlo is wearing a WWOD? bracelet in the pic! The band got together to make bracelets with Orion’s most recent catchphrase while waiting for filming to start. Arlo made his particularly fruity. He also made a keychain version for Orion.

The time on Arlo’s phone is a nod to MCx7. Seven is, well, 7. And Arlo is 1 & 2 because his initials are the first and second letters of the alphabet. Hence, 7:12.

Arlo’s initial tattoo utilizes the S in SD as an infinity symbol. He acknowledges it is cringy. And poetically tragic.

Not shown is his tongue piercing, which Orion chewed him out for getting because his tongue was swollen and his speech slurred for nearly two weeks!

As stated above, he likes to wear motifs of his band members! Because he is a doofus! Most common because it’s his daily accessories is a heart motif for Rowan, but he also has jellyfish pendants and vampire bite chokers for Iris and different color bee pins for Devyn depending on their hair color! Jazzy is represented in the case he carries his juggling equipment in, which he takes literally everywhere after she bought him one for his birthday years ago. He is currently racking his brain for what to do for August!

43 of the 57 missed calls on his phone were from Orion. He knows because Orion’s ringtone is I Don’t Dance from High School Musical 2.

He is heavily addicted to nicotine (to Orion’s chagrin) and became a functioning (for now) alcoholic after The Fight™️. Prior, he imbibed during social functions but never alone and never when he had plans. Up until the audition, he never partook in other substances but caved into peer pressure. Despite his snark and notorius RBF, he is a chronic people pleaser.

The eyebrow slit is a scar from slicing his eyebrow open in Lucy’s diner after crashing head first into the dish station and shattering a plate. With his face. The scar is almost entirely faded but he can no longer grow hair there. He’s actually really insecure about it and has considered getting the spot microbladed.

That’s all for now folks! I mostly wanted to share my art :) I adore @infamous-if and have been playing with Arlo as my MC since Day 1! He finally fully clicked in my head and after days of attempting to find a face claim or craft him in the sims I decided to crack open Ye Olde iPad and do it myself!

Please feel free to share any fun facts about your own Infamous OCs! Regretfully my friends stay firmly opposed to interactive fiction so I am starved for fellow Infamous fans

[otakusheep15]

Flufftober Day 11 - Leaves

Content includes: Floyd x reader, written as romantic but can be read as platonic, Floyd being Floyd, Crowley being Crowley

Fall at NRC is truly a beautiful experience. It’s cold but not overly chilly, the surrounding animals are preparing for the coming winter, and the trees have turned the most wonderful shades of red, orange, and yellow. 

Many of the leaves have already begun to fall to the ground, creating piles and piles all over campus. 

Piles you, of course, were put in charge of cleaning up. 

Once again, Crowley had decided that it was now your responsibility to rake up as many leaves as possible. Despite your many, many complaints, he turned a blind eye, reminding you of how fortunate you are to even have housing on campus and how generous he is, etc. etc. 

So, here you are, early in the morning, raking all of the pretty leaves. 

Grim had opted out of coming with you, but you didn’t mind. You knew he would only get in the way, so you didn’t push the issue at all. 

Surprisingly, this chore isn’t as bad as you thought it would be. The air is cool, no one is around since it’s still early, and the scenery is so pretty. In a strange way, it’s almost relaxing. 

That is, until you hear a very familiar voice shouting a very familiar nickname. 

“Shrimpy!” Floyd comes barreling up to you, and before you have time to stop him, he immediately flops into the giant piles of leaves you worked so hard on sweeping up. 

Bursts of red, orange, and yellow fly in every direction as you stare in a mixture of annoyance and horror. All of your hard work, down the drain in an instant. 

Floyd reammerges from the remainder of the pile, laughing like he has no worries in the world. You doubt he does, based on how carefree he usually is. 

You scold him as he stands up, but that doesn’t seem to spoil his mood for even a minute. Instead, he grabs you by the arm and drags you over the (now much smaller) pile, tossing you in before jumping down next to you. 

He continues to giggle with joy as you lie there, already dreading how much extra work you’re gonna have to do to make up for the mess he made. 

“Little Shrimpy, you work too much. You should relax for once.” He looks over to you, grinning like he didn’t just throw you into a pile of leaves. 

You stare back at him, deadpanned, reminding him that you don’t want to work this much. It’s not your fault Crowley constantly forces his work on you. 

Floyd stares back, his grin widening, fully showing off his razor sharp teeth. “I could always go squeeze ‘em if you want.” 

That manages to get a laugh out of you at least, and you gently nudge Floyd in the shoulder. You tell him that, no, he can’t go and squeeze the principal. That would only cause more problems for you in the long run, you’re sure. 

The two of you lay there for a moment, and you can feel yourself start to relax a bit. You can feel Floyd shift beside you, then an arm wrapping around your waist. When you look at him again, Floyd is resting on his side, looking at you with the most affection you’ve ever seen from him. 

You shift closer to him, enjoying the extra warmth his figure provides you. 

Maybe the leaves can wait just a bit longer.

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Well, here it is cuz I need to save up for a new phone and headphones which are both steadily dying after years and I literally cannot function without them

Commissions are open

If interested, contact me through braiworms@gmail.com (the "n" is missing) with all the important detail in your order (the pose, expression, colors and even the general vibe it should have)

Payment via Coffee

Details and additional notes bellow

Will:

I am mainly a Sonic artist though I will do my best with other subjects. Your OC's are very welcome here and I'll hopefully do them justice. Comprehensive reference for the angle you want me to draw them from + flat colors will be needed Light gore and blood is along the lines of a lost limb or a deep cut, or just an allusion to a severe injury and I am fine with drawing that I know most people want to get their cat or dog drawn, but please if you have a more exotic pet or an animal you care for, like reptiles or bugs, feel free to contact me And I am not the best at symmetrical detailed lines, but I think I could draw Metal Sonic and the like just fine

Won't:

"Character design" is pertaining to ME being the one to design a character, I can't do char design to save my life, sorry NSFW encompasses sexually explicit, hateful or fetish art. Heavy gore is a bit over my comfort zone, and that I just don't think I could draw it well enough With humans there could be a loop hole where I don't have to draw the face, unfortunately that's like, the main point of human art

Moving on to some additional notes

Prices add per character by 50%

Say a half body sketch of two characters would be 10,50€ or a full render would be 52,50€ (not sure abt other currencies but I go off of euro, since I live in the state of Europe). This is of course not counting in a potential background

Payment is upfront before I start drawing, just to save me potential trouble.

Refunds are a thing, but only in case I cannot finish the commission.

I am going to be suffering the beginnings of adult life extremely ail prepared, so drawing time is around a month and I'd appreciate to be not rushed. I will not keep the money for an unfinished service though, so after 31 days since I started drawing, a refund partial to the amount of work I have already done will be issued. (the percentage will be derived from the type of art and how far into the process I was)

After the sketch is done, I will sent it over and we can discuss whether I can continue on. If something is not to your liking, or you'd like max 3 major changes made without additional charge, this is where you say it and spare both of us any endless back and forth.

Minor changes should be relevant to the stage I am at, so change in color or adding a detail I might've forgotten is fine on the color and sketch stages. With rendering it is different as I would have to remake larger parts of the drawing to do so. For example, if you'd want to fully redo the whole expression at the end of my process, that would be considered a major change and an additional cost.

Simple background such as a gradient, flat color geometric shape(s) or a full canvas is free of charge. I'd rather draw more character focus but if provided a reference, I could do a more complex background that will add to the final price.

Of course i can decline any commission sent my way without providing a reason.

My art is still my work even if you paid for it and you are not allowed to pass it off as your own or erase my signature.

I would like to post any art I make, but if you'd rather I don't, please let me know

And I will find you if you put my art anywhere near AI or NFT (even if the latter is almost dead lmao)

To not cause any confusion with the examples given here, Rough Colored Sketch has the same pricing as the Polished Flat Color, and lineless as the full render.

Big thanks to anyone who read the whole way through and or decided to commission me!!

[all-pacas]

the houseswapped au is fascinating to me. how do you think chase hires his fellows in this au, and how do their interviews go?

@ppthsworstlapdog has gone into this a bit i think - but here's my take, because i agree, this au is incredible, the universe that keeps giving:

Chase probably had a couple fellows before House (much as House had a few before Chase in the 'real' world). He's less abrasive, but his apathy and less-than-involved teaching style made him shed fellows pretty quickly: Chase didn't really want a fellowship; Foreman probably foisted it on him, and Chase passive-aggressively ignored his applicants until they quit or found other jobs. House interviewed because, hello, diagnostics? Mystery cases? It-doesn't-matter-if-you're-nice-it-matters-if-you're-right? and Chase hired him because why not, he doesn't really care.

House's interview did not go well. He more or less interviewed Chase; is his reputation bullshit? Is he really that cool? What happened to his back? What's his deal? Anyone else would have been offended, and it's not like Chase loved it (or answered any of the questions), but… I think he understood the nosiness/curiosity as a form of caring and passion; House wants to know things, he's interested, he's engaged, and it's been a long fucking time since Chase did. He never really wanted to be a doctor, he never even really wanted to start a Diagnostics department, and House's blatant excitement was… nice. Genuine.

For a while it was just the two of them, but House was naturally a problem child from day one, starting the tradition of breaking an entering and really pushing Chase down the road of Malpractice Medicine (not that Chase was all that inclined to not break the law beforehand, of course. They just made one another Worse.) Foreman wanted House fired almost from day one, Chase by this point likes House and is passive-aggressive at the best of times…

He hires Wilson.

Chase was theoretically always hiring, although again in practice he never had a single interview or was all that interested. (Sometimes, okay, if there was a female applicant and she wasn't too young… but he wasn't interested in hiring, just using it as the world's laziest dating service.) House had thrown Wilson's application into the pile and Chase had figured out it was House's doing (House only has one friend, and why would an oncology resident even apply for this?), but he still couldn't be bothered to hire him……… until he did.

Wilson's interview went okay. Wilson was trying to impress and it worked, but Chase had already decided to hire him and didn't really care about him or what he said. But… actually, he gets along with Wilson in this universe. Wilson's great at the manipulation and smarm school of malpractice, and just off his first divorce, and Chase is kind of like………oh, same hat. Oh, a romantic disaster who likes to pretend to be nice to people. I can deal with this. In a way, he probably gets along with Wilson better than House, which is in its own way a weird fucking love triangle situation: House and Wilson have only been friends a couple years, are not fully intertwined and obsessed, Chase is House's mentor, thanks, lay off Wilson, it gets kind of weird.

House actually looks up to Chase in his own weird stalkery House way (going through Chase's trash, etc.), and Wilson isn't actually here to undermine his boss; Chase is also really good at his fucking job and gets to use all his perceptive asskissing powers to keep the kids in line. That said, there are definitely moments where the two of them sort of… overpower Chase with force of personality, not least because Chase is not super interested in being a boss, being any kind of leader; he's here to do his job and try and teach and what the kids do in their time isn't his problem as long as they don't undermine him. Which means that often House kind of acts like he's in charge and gets away with it because he's the strongest personality in the room.

This probably led to a The Mistake or even a Nobody's Fault type scenario, where House goes too far, does his House thing and gets someone killed. Chase goes to bat for him, but the whole thing is a mess and gets written off as failure to supervise; Chase gets a brief suspension… and more than that, it drives him to realize that maybe the dynamic is a bit fucked.

So he hires Cuddy.

Again, he was "always" "hiring," just not actually doing interviews or reading resumes. Chase is assertive and sticks up for himself, but he also doesn't care or really want to overrule his team when it's not medically necessary; he sees Cuddy and her medical administration degree and goes you know what could be interesting. She's a completely strategic hire, he hires her to balance out the teams and provide a counterweight to House so he doesn't have to be one. (Chase is a good strategist and a lousy leader.) He doesn't know that she and House are already acquainted at the time, but when he finds out he thinks it's absolutely a plus. Cuddy sort of struggles with the medical/diagnostic elements of the job, but she's really good at dealing with people — difficult patients and House — so she slots into the group really nicely. She's furious when she finds out Chase didn't hire her for her medical skills, though. ("What medical skills?", House asks.)

Once House leaves the team, hiring gets much easier, because he doesn't have to hire based on group dynamics anymore lmao. And, you know… he likes his team. He likes his weird dysfunctional kids. He even gets better at mentoring/teaching after a few years. Kutner and Thirteen are just normal hires who Chase picks because he likes them and thinks they're smart. Amber kind of doesn't work out — he picked her for her House-ish qualities and then realized he doesn't love those qualities when they're not on his favorite student — but by the time he hires Park, Chase is basically just going out of his way to hire misfits who are struggling in other jobs and grooming them into deeply capable doctors, so he does eventually learn.

[slyvester101]

Now look, I could just make the rvb cast whatever power ranger color I wanted based off of the colors of their suits in the original show and call it a day, but it’s so much more interesting if I use official power ranger lore to pick their suits.

For example, Tucker is the Red Ranger. He’s the leader, the tactical planner, the one with the angst that motivates him to fight and train and do the best he can, the one who motivates the others when they’re feeling down, the first one to run into battle if it means saving someone, if it means saving one of them, even if it means sacrificing himself. But he’s also hot-headed and brash and doesn’t always think things through all the way and needs to be reeled in by his team a lot.

Caboose is Yellow, chipper and friendly guy he is, it’s only natural. He’s their heavy hitter, but also their heart. He reminds them of the things worth fighting for, keeps them from getting too lost in the violence of it all. He’s a bright spot, sometimes literally, in the drab world they are constantly finding themselves in (he is very good for Tucker too, since he knows how to cheer him up when he’s feeling sad about Wash).

Similarly, Donut is Pink. He’s their enthusiasm, the mediator, the one who always wants to try talking to the bad guy before they beat their asses into the ground, the one who’s compassion is often mistaken for weakness (which couldn’t be farther from the truth). He’s the one who’s fully doing this for the greater good from the beginning, taking on the charge of earth’s protector with honor and glee. But he’s also just as likely to get wrapped up in the hype of the battle, to get way into his head with all the hero shit. He’s also the one who will lose all battle prowess the minute one of his teammates get hurt.

Church is Green, the one who has to learn how to take this seriously, the one who has to learn just how his actions impact people, how his slack and how his stubbornness against improving (both as a ranger and as a person) hurts himself and his team. This starts as a game to him, a quick one and done that he can leave the minute it gets too much, but then the realization of just how important their role as rangers is settles in and it freaks him out. But he’s also their caution and calculation. He comes up with plans with Tucker, can notice little things about opponents and use it against them. He acts all nonchalant about it, but he’s a key component to taking down a bad guy and polishing up the hectic plans Tucker often brews up.

Grif is Gold (“It’s fucking orange!”). He’s their voice of reason and Tucker’s second. He’s also pushed into fighting since his sister lives in the city and he can’t let anything happen to her. He keeps everyone on task, keeps them from getting into their heads with the whole hero schtick. He reminds them that they’re still normal fucking people trying to save the world, so they’re gonna mess up and make mistakes so just accept that and do better next time. But he also complains during training and annoys the fuck out of Tucker because it takes him like, two tries before he masters something before he decides he’s done and leaves. Just wait for the day when Grif will have to try a bit harder to get the results he wants and cowers away because no matter what he says, he’s scared of failing.

Simmons is Blue. He’s their wit and the one who figures out how to do the power ranger ability shit first (it’s on accident, but still). He’s not always good at the abilities or using the weapons, but he does almost always discover them and teaches the others how to make the combined final weapon they can use to destroy the villain of the week’s first form. He’s also the one who tries to upgrade their shit and makes the Red Battlizer form for Tucker. He may not be the strongest or the fastest or tactically savvy, but he can make things like this and can blast a bad guy back with his new ion canyon without getting into close quarters. He promises he can be useful, just give him a chance. 

[raphael-angele]

Exotic Pets I think PJO Characters would own

Disclaimer: This post does not encourage the purchase or distribution of exotic/endangered animals to be kept in captivity. This is completely for entertainment purposes

Percy owns a Blue Mosaic Axolotl and he named it Mandy. This is because he originally thought she was a salamander. When he took it home and showed it to Annabeth, she corrected him but the name already stuck.

Annabeth has a Canary Barn Owl named Cato. She does not own this owl per se. Cato was flying near their apartment when Annabeth decided to leave some food out for him. Since then, Cato has been keeping an eye on her and following her around from the apartment to her college campus to the grocery store.

Grover has a Kinkajou he named Jumper. Again, he does not particularly own him. Jumper just happened to jump onto his shoulder while he was taking a hike through the woods one night. Jumper was hungry so Grover gave him some food. Every now and then, Grover would go back and feed him.

Nico (besides Cerby) owns two melanistic foxes named Aspen and Amber. No one knows the true origin of these foxes, all the campers know is that they just showed up out of no where and follow Nico around. Despite what they think, Aspen and Amber are actually very friendly and they only get defensive if you intend to harm Nico (besides Percy. They hate Percy for some reason).

Jason has a Racoon Dog named Jojo. Jason found Jojo while he was out for a walk. It was raining and it looked like Jojo was injured. Thankfully, they weren't that far from camp so he took him back and gave him a warm bath and treated him. Once Jojo was fully healed, Jason tried to release him back out there but he wouldn't leave

Piper has Anna's Hummingbirds. She built a bird house one time with Leo and hung it outside of the cabin. Next thing she knows, hummingbirds are inhabiting it. Two paticular hummingbirds she sees are two Anna's hummingbirds she named Luna and Aurelia.

Reyna (besides her two dogs) has a Serval Cat she named Aenea. Reyna does not own her but she goes to feed her every now and then and lets her take shelter during storms or when she wants

Bianca has an Unkindness of Ravens. Not one, not two, an Unkindness. EDIT: She was on a quest with the hunters one time and the ravens warned her about where they were going, where they should go, etc. The ravens got attached to her, being the daughter of the dead. And she eventually got used to it, but some of the hunters still get jumpscares when they wake up and see Bianca being surrounded by dozens of ravens. Two Ravens in particular, she named Argus and Sergio. These two are in charge of looking after Nico. Yes, she can speak to them; Yes, they are also messenger birds.

Thalia has a Sugar Glider named Jason. She found him on the shelf in her cabin looking for food. She was about to help him down when he flew to the drawer beside her bed. She took him to Annabeth to figure out what he is. She gave him some food after that and thought that he reminded him of Jason.

Hazel has a Chinchilla named Amy. Amy (short for Amethyst) looks like she's purple but really, she's a mix of grey and blue, which is why she looks purple. Amy was actually a gift from Frank.

Will, scarily enough, has an Edit 2: Sunbeam Snake he named Bowie. Again, no one knows where he came from, they just walked into the Apollo Cabin and freak out when they see the snake slithering around the cabin and they just go, "Oh, don't worry, that's just Bowie". Bowie only likes being held by the Apollo kids and Nico.

Leo has a Tarantula named Felix (Fix for short). Oddly enough, Leo was never scared of spiders, if anything, he loves them. The Athena Cabin always asks for his help to get rid of spiders. He found Fix crawling on his work table, almost getting killed when he interfered. He scooped him up and sent him back into the woods. The next day, he found him again on his table. He kept putting him back till he gave up and made a little space for him

[openatthedinnertable]

As if it were real

An X reader from someone who has watched baby girl🥛

I hated this project. I voted against it. And as punishment, I'm doing it with someone I can't stand.

My boss is a narcissist. The word is used often now, but, it's genuine this time. He cannot imagine why you wouldn't see anything his way. But to openly express it, will always deserve punishment.

When I started working this job a year ago, I expressed my distain for William to said boss. I thought the space was safe in the beginning of my employment. At my old job, I told my boss anything, almost too much sometimes, but she was so warm and open, that it felt like talking to a sister. I never questioned whether I could share who I liked or disliked. Who did what to bother me.

But at this job, it's different. Not so safe. Not warm, even if it is safe.

So when I made it clear to my boss that I thought  the employee critique (Honestly, coworker critique) was stupid and has nothing to do with the actual work we put in as employees, he partnered me right with the person I told him I couldn't stand.

There's nothing particularly wrong with William. That's what I've been told by anyone I complained about him to. They don't get it. They see him as someone who is simply different from me. They don't see him like I see him. Strange, sarcastic. A quick lipped cocky bastard. Incredibly subtle about it. His presence is very gentle, but he opens his mouth and something just doesn't seem right. It's offensive when he speaks, but he's so quick and sly about it you don't fully notice, you almost feel crazy for being irritated. You almost want to ask the other people in the room if they heard what you heard, but it will always be "Isn't he great?!" And not "Yeah, that was strange."

His presence almost makes me feel alone, like he's putting a spotlight on me just so he can laugh at me.

That is my partner for the next month.

I hear his shoes down the hall, but it's been so long, I don't actually believe it's him until he walks through the door.

"Hey." He said, closing the door behind him and rushing to sit across from me.

"You're late." I said.

He pauses for a moment, a smirk creeping up on his face.

"I'm sorry to hear that." He says, plopping his briefcase on the table.

I could feel myself losing patience, and it's only been 20 seconds.

"I uh, printed everything that we need to start, so you won't need to worry about that." he fixes his tie, patting down his arms to smooth out the wrinkles in his shirt.

"Thanks for answering my text and letting me know that you did that before I printed everything already." I slam the stack of papers down on the table.

He glances at them and then back up at me.

"I'm sorry, my phone has been off for a couple days cause the place I go to pay my phone bill switched locat-."

"I don't care."

My interruption makes a smile spread across his face as he organizes the papers in front of him.

"Let's just start with the questions first and work our way up from there." I said, my tone sharp.

"That's uh, a better idea than mine." William said.

"What was your idea?" I asked.

"Well I was thinking we could start throwing out answers first, then seeing if the questions fit with whatever information we tossed at each other." a chuckle escaped his mouth. I say escaped because it always seems like he's holding in a laugh. Like there's an inside joke I'm not a part of.

"Taking two seconds to not act like a child would be incredibly helpful." I said.

"A child? You decided you're pissed at me the second I walked through the door."

"Because you're 25 minutes late!" I can hear my voice getting louder.

"Was." he replied.

"What?"

"I was 25 minutes late." His face is friendly. I could almost choke him, but he's not worth assault charges.

I take a deep breath.

"Let's just answer them ourselves and switch papers." I said, taking out my notebook.

"No way, that's so insincere." William argued.

"Anything to make this process less painful." I reached out to take the questions but he quickly slams his hand on them before I could grab them.

"You called me childish for being late, but you want to handle this project the way I would've handled it in high school?" he chuckles. I take a deep sigh and lean back in my chair in frustration.

"C'mon let's do it the interesting way." His tone is genuine, which is rare for him.

"Fine." I said.

He begins to shuffle his papers, laying the questions in front of him, ready to take note of whatever I say.

"Okay, first question. What makes a good boss in your eyes?" William asked.

"Someone who recognizes how their employee learns, and takes that into consideration as they go forward in their work." I replied.

"Good answer. Next question is do you feel our boss meets that qualification?" William scratches the back of his neck.

"That's not what it says."

"Well that's what I asked."

We are both silent for a moment. I take another deep breath.

"Can you please focus on what's actually written?" My tone is sharp again. I hate being this way. But he knows exactly how to push my buttons. What's worse is when he's not trying to.

William put his hands up in the air in surrender.

"Just thought I'd try to pick your brain, that's all." he smirks again, giving direct eye contact, the type of eye contact you can feel.

He clears his throat.

"Okay, next it says, how do you usually handle conflict?"

"Well that depends on the situation." Every single thing that has happened at this job replays in my head.

"What if someone called you selfish?" He asked, curiosity spread across his face.

He's off script again, but I humor him.

"I would tell them they're too needy." I said. I can feel myself fidgeting.

"What if someone told you you're too competitive?"

"I would tell them they're not competitive enough."

"Well aren't you the light at the end of the tunnel." he smiles, continuing to write down my answers.

"Y'know, you and I are very similar. Smart, confident, stubborn." He said.

I squint my eyes on him.

"I'm not stubborn." I snap back.

"You are absolutely stubborn, and incredibly cold. Your answers are shorter than your temper and you have a clear control problem. I can practically see the bricks stacked up around you.

You are one of the most guarded people I've ever met." His eye contact has feeling to it again.

"Question, do you ever let anyone get past this?" He waves his hand in front of me.

"Ofcourse I do."

"You know what I think. I think you are so scared to be any more warm than this cause that requires letting people in even a little bit." He puts his pen down and crosses his arms.

"Your point?" I said.

"My point is if you keep pushing people into your little dark, bitter corner, you'll end up alone."

I wince at his words, scrunching my face, as if he cussed at me.

"I'm open to the right people." I say quietly.

William calmly stands up, making his way to my side of the table and kneeling in front of me. Something about this felt out of character. Personal.

"Look at me. I mean actually face me." He said, turning my chair so that my entire body was in his direction. My eyes widen at the sudden jolt of movement.

He keeps himself kneeled.

"Who exactly are the right people?" His tone is low and intimate.

"I'm sorry, do you feel pushed away by me? I don't exactly know you like that for it to matter this much. We don't need to connect" I said.

"Fair. But let me ask you this - if you don't need to connect with me, why haven't you walked out yet?" The tone in his voice is almost hypnotizing. The fidgeting I've been doing gets worse.

"B-because I-." I hate that I stuttered. Hate that I didn't know what to say. I always have something to say.

"Because you what?" His eyes drop down to my lips waiting for me to respond. I can see him reading my body language. It puts anger in me that I can't quite place.

In almost a whisper, he speaks again.

"You know what I think? I think you're full of shit. I think deep down you like the way I push your buttons. You're interested in this conversation and me trying to figure you out. You're interested in the eye contact you seem to have a hard time keeping with me." He tilts his head towards my eyes, making effort to look at me.

My mouth is dry and my hands are sweating. I hate this, I hate this feeling like he's winning something. Like he hit the right rock and found diamonds.

I feel like he's dangling something in front of me.

"We're not doing this." I stand up as he watches me shove everything into my bag and make my way towards the door. I hear the sound of his steps making their way towards me.

He steps infront of me, placing his hand on the door.

I make effort to look away, trying to avoid whatever moment is sitting in the room.

"Look at me." His hand gently moves my head, so that my eyes are forced to lock on to his.

"You're not going anywhere until our conversation is finished." William says.

We stand there for a moment, looking at each other.

My hand slips off the door knob as I silently walk back to my seat. My lips are separated and my face feels as if it's fallen.

William sits back down, a smile dancing on his face as I comply with his order.

"Was that so hard?" He said, leaning back in his chair.

I shift in my seat to get more comfortable.

"I guess not." I said dryly, trying to make my tone and face unreadable.

"You know, for someone who was ready to bolt out the door, you seem to be getting quite comfortable." He smirks at me and looks back down at his notepad.

"Just fucking continue the questions you were asking-." I snap. There's an embarrassment I feel. Like something warm creeping up my neck. I'm readable now.

"Careful, it almost sounds like you're giving me permission." His voice drops, to something deep, the word intimate pops up in my mind again. The eye contact he maintains is intense.

"Are you?"

I'm silent, glaring at him. Heat is rushing to my face and I can tell he notices.

He raises his eyebrows and leans his head forward, waiting for my response.

"Am I what?" I almost felt dizzy.

"Giving.Me.Permission." His face is so serious it almost doesn't feel like I'm talking to him. It's like someone else has taken the wheel entirely.

I don't realize I'm not breathing until it starts to hurt.

My jaw tightens as my head nods in agreement.

"So I have permission to push past the wall?" He asked, his face still serious.

"What wall?"

"The wall you are clearly hiding behind." He moves his chair forward and leans on the table. His face is directly in front of mine and all I can hear is the sound of my breathing coming back.

"The wall..." he grabs my hand, moving my fingers between his.

"Of obedience...of touch." His voice sounds like butter, and I find myself listening more than I ever have.

"If I give you another order, will you follow?" William asked.

I wanted to say no. To not give him the satisfaction, but my curiosity was so peaked, to turn back would feel unsatisfying.

I nod my head.

He leans in a little bit closer.

"Look at me and don't break eye contact until I tell you to." he says sharply.

I don't respond, but I do as he says. He stares into my eyes and at my face.

His voice comes out in a whisper "Your pupils are dilated."

William moves his hand away from mine and brings it up to my face. His voice stays in a whisper.

"I think you like me being this close to you." His face looks content. Pleased.

"Fuck off." I wasn't expecting those words to come out of me. It just happened. The frustration being built from him getting me comfortable, it's almost too bizarre to track.

He smiles.

His hand begins to move and trace over my lips.

"Open." He commanded.

I slowly open my mouth and feel his thumb slip in.

"You follow instructions so nicely." His eyes are focused heavily on my mouth. I feel like he's undressing me. Like he's freeing me from something I didn't even know was trapping me.

"Do you want me to stop?  I can stop if you want." His thumb slowly, moves deeper into my mouth.

I shake my head no. Too much shame to say it out loud.

He takes out his thumb and holds my face again.

"I need you to speak when I ask you a question like that. No gestures." He demanded.

My heart is skipping three beats at a time, and the sweat down my back is incredibly hard to ignore.

"No, I don't want you to stop." I said. I continue to look at him, remembering his earlier demand.

"Okay." His voice was gentle. Almost comforting.

"I need you to stop overthinking everything you're feeling right now." He pushed my hair back from my face.

"Let loose and let go. If that's not what you want to do, you don't have to. But if you do, don't hold back." The breathing I couldn't do before has now gotten heavier, louder.

He brings his hand back down to my hand again, Not breaking eye contact with me.

"Do you still hate me?" he asked.

The question shocked me a little.

"I never said-."

"You didn't have to I could see it in your face. Although your expression now does look a little different than usual." A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"Shut up." I snap. I've had to have snapped at him around four times now. He pushes my best and worse nerves.

"I don't pick on anyone I don't care about." He said.

"Is that your excuse for being a prick to me?" My question makes him chuckle. I can still feel him rubbing circles on my hand.

"Actually yes. I want your attention. Unfortunately, one of my flaws is I don't care how I get the attention I want." William looks down at my hand and then back up to my eyes.

He lingers there for so long I find myself looking away.

"Did I say to stop looking at me?" He said.

"No"

"Then why did you do it?"

I swallow at his assertiveness.

"I was going to ask to kiss you but you barely know how to not look at the floor when I'm talking to you." A small chuckle left him and my heart started racing again. I've never been spoken to the way he speaks to me.

"Do you want me to kiss-."

"N-no." I interrupted, tripping over the "No" as if I forgot how to say it. I didn't mean it. I wanted, almost needed him to. I felt as though I was half naked in front of him, I don't have the guts to take off the rest. That's what he wanted me to do. I could feel my pride hold up a stop sign in front of him.

He leans back in his seat, letting go of me and crossing his arms.

"Okay." He nodded his head slowly in acceptance. Unfazed.

A wave of disappointment hits me. I'm sure he could see it in my face cause his eyes lingered on me again.

For a moment he almost looks lost in thought, and then he snapped his fingers.

"You know what." he gets up from his chair with the movement of someone who forgot to turn the stove off, and now believes it's time to go home and handle it. Very matter of fact. Very casual.

"You're a liar." he says bluntly, making his way to my side of the table, standing near me, hovering.

He leans down, whispering.

"I respect it, but do you actually not want me to kiss you?"

The way he said it was almost sweet. Whether it was calculated or not, it felt that way.

"If you do, you win." My voice came out small. I wanted to crawl inside my own body just to escape the conversation.

The breath of air that left him, like a chuckle with no sound, made me feel stupid for saying that.

"I'm thinking about a lot of things right now. Winning is not one of them." He said.

William dragged his suitcase off the table and made his way towards the door. He glanced back at me quickly, before exiting and leaving me alone in the room.

All of a sudden, my eyes were on fire. Did I not blink the entire time?

My nerves were making me shaky, and there was too much to think about all at once. I wanted him to come back, to keep me busy, and I fucking hated that that was my thought.

I felt like a little kid who got a lollipop taken out of their mouth out of nowhere.

I felt irritated, like I needed to itch, like I'm longing for something.

I hate that he made me feel that way just to leave me by myself. At the same time, I could've stopped him.

I could now. Run down the hallway, get on my knees and beg him to come back in the room and lock the door behind him.

But I am no such woman.

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[fidgetspringer-art]

1, 8, 12, 18, 19, 22, 24, 25 👀

1 - How did they meet?

Noah and Gabe met for the first time when Noah was probably only a few weeks old. With their mothers being such good friends. Gabriel is about a year older than Noah.

Noah and Martin met when Martin found the wreck of Noah's bike (And Noah) on his way home from a supply run into town. Noah too concussed at the time to really register him as a person until a few hours in a hospital bed later.

8 - How do they communicate with each other? Are there any recurring phrases or gestures unique to their relationship?

Noah talks with his hands a lot, but more so around the two of them. He's also very touchy. He'll slap Martin's chest or shoulder when he's talking about something that excites him, and he's always nudging Gabriel or sitting/walking too close to him.

Martin is very subdued in general. Not very loud or easily exciteable, but he'll listen to Noah talk like it's the best thing he's ever heard.

Gabriel and Noah have a secret handshake. And if Noah calls, Gabe will answer the phone with "I'm not bailing you out."

12 - Do they have any affection for each other? How do they show it?

Martin has a habit of playfully rubbing Noah's buzzcut when he's being affectionate. He also ends up giving up his hat and putting it on Noah's head when they're working outside if it's sunny, cause Noah gets all squinty when it's bright out.

Gabriel is the will-manhandle-you-always type of person. Both to be nice but also if Noah is in his way and too busy talking his ear off to notice, he'll just pick him up and put him somewhere else, but always somewhere Noah can continue to talk at him.

Noah's only way of showing affection is that he'll actually answer Gabriel's phonecalls. Which he doesn't do for anyone else. And when it comes to showing affection to Martin it's the fact that he keeps coming back to him, and spending time with him. He's really bad at going beyond that.

Obviously there's the kissing and cuddling and fucking. But to Noah that almost doesn't register as affection, so the other stuff is more important.

-- Putting the rest under a readmore!

18 - Do they view their relationship as temporary or permanent?

Noah and Martin both view their situation as temporary. Martin too scared to dare hope it will last, and Noah too scared to get tied down to consider making it more of a real thing. (They do end up a permanent thing in the end, but it's years down the line.)

Gabriel knows that Noah will always keep appearing on his doorstep, for as long as he's able to, but that they'll never be more than that.

19 - Are they satisfied with their relationship? Do they wish they were closer/more distant?

Martin always quietly wishes that Noah would just settle down and stay with him. He's always just in stasis when he's gone, waiting for the day he deigns to turn up again.

Gabriel stopped wishing Noah would be as in love with him as Gabriel is. Yeah he'd say yes in heartbeat if Noah decided to choose him. But he's made peace with the fact that it's never going to happen.

Noah is too scared to settle down to realise that he's getting tired of always being adrift. It takes him a long time to accept the fact that he does actually want to be with Martin properly, but he gets there eventually.

22 - When were they the most vulnerable with each other?

Noah is at his most vulnerable when he's in bed with either of them. That's really the only time he fully lets his guard down and puts his full trust in them.

Martin is at his most vulnerable when he's accepting help from Noah, if there is something he struggles to do, he tends to want to brute force it until he manages. Noah is the only person he'll allow to wordlessly take over whatever he's having a hard time with.

Gabriel Doesn't get all that many chances to be vulnerable with Noah. He's the one in charge when they're doing a scene/fucking. And Noah is bad at the emotions thing, so Gabe just isn't all that vulnerable around him.

24 - How do these two interact with each other in public versus in private?

Noah is loud and exciteable and does not give two shits about drawing attention to himself. So he's obnoxious and all hands when they're out and about.

Martin puts up with it with a smile, secretly loving it when Noah's presence offends someone local that he doesn't get on with. Gabriel lets it rub off on him and they both end up catching nasty looks.

25 - If a stranger saw them together, how would they describe their relationship?

Noah and Martin cause a new wave of gossip every time they're in town. Most people think Noah is a bad influence or is taking advantage.

Noah and Gabriel people tend to assume are younger and dumber than they look, with the both of them making fools out of themselves.

[sugurus-fave-monkey]

Best friends….

I am literally in love with these two. Decided to try my hand at writing a little something. This is my FIRST time writing yaoi so I don’t know how good it is, and I usually do x reader, but anyways this was inspired by a convo I had about Gojo being a bottom.

TW/CW: Smut 18+ MDNI, Geto x Gojo, Oral, Anal Sex, Hair pulling, Dirty talk, Basically Geto and Gojo fuck so idk what else to put here.

NSFW under the cut.

Ugh please let me live one day without thinking about these two.

(Picture them as like 20 years old or whatever and Geto didn’t get fully traumatized)

Best friends. Roommates. That’s all they were. At least that’s the illusion they tried to put on to others. Satoru Gojo & Suguru Geto the strongest sorcerors of their generation. But most of the time that illusion shattered the moment they both arrive home.

Gojo stepping out of the shower, towel doing nothing to cover him, as he lazily walks to his room. Opening his door to find Geto, perched on the window sill, head outside, smoking a cigarette.

“Huh you miss me that much that you gotta come in my room to wait for me?” Satoru smirks.

“Get over yourself.” Suguru replies, exhaling and flicking the cigarette out of the window.

“Hey I’m just calling it like I see i-“ Gojo’s words are cut off by Geto kissing him, one of the only ways to shut him up. Suguru runs his hands over his best friends body, discarding the towel as he does so.

Satoru allows Suguru to lead him to the bed, tongues dancing against one another. Suguru wraps a hand around Satoru’s cock and strokes it slowly, making the white haired man hiss.

Suguru pulls back and undresses himself, while Gojo palms himself, unable to resist the lust he feels.

“You’ve only been gone three days, are you that needy?” Suguru asks.

Gojo nods and swallows the lump in his throat. Geto resumes his stroking, watching as Satoru comes undone underneath him.

“Fuuuuck. F-feels so good.” Gojo whines.

Suguru stops stroking and grabs Satoru by the hair, positioning his pretty lips over his cock. Gojo opens his mouth and takes Geto in, slowly, teasing him by swirling his tongue. He can taste the pre cum, and it drives him wild, it makes him want to take charge of the situation, but he wants to savour it. So he lets Suguru take the lead

Suguru holds Satoru’s head in place and fucks up into his throat. He loves the way Satoru’s eyes well up with tears, the way his throat clenches on his cock when he gags. He’s the only one that gets to see Satoru like this, and he wishes it could last forever.

“Mmm f-fuck -Toru, you’re so pretty with my dick in your mouth.” Suguru increases his pace, throat fucking Satoru, until he slowly pulls away. Suguru grabs the bottle of lube from the dresser. “Get on your knees, Satoru.”

Gojo does as he’s told, smirking the entire time. He allows Suguru to spread the lube over his ass.

Suguru spreads lube over his dick, and gets ready to line himself up. He pushes upwards, but something is in the way?

“Tch. You really thought you did something huh?” Satoru moves in a blur, managing to pin Suguru underneath him. “You can think you’re in charge all you want, but we both know, I’m the one fucking you.” Satoru smirks, spreading lube over his fingers and Suguru’s ass. “You weren’t even gonna warm me up? You really think with your dick huh? It’s like there’s no brain in that skull of yours.”

Satoru slowly slides a lithe finger into Suguru’s hole, pumping in and out. Satoru brings his lips to Suguru’s and almost giggles at how needy Suguru has become. Suguru sucks on Gojo’s lip, letting Gojo’s tongue probe in and out of his mouth. Satoru adds another finger, causing Suguru to moan into his mouth.

Satoru breaks the kiss and pulls his fingers out. He covers his palm in lube and strokes himself a few times before lining himself up. He pushes in slowly, allowing Satoru to adjust to his size, before pulling almost all the way out, and pushing in again.

Suguru can barely take it, he wants to cum already. He knew what was going to happen, and he loved it every time, the way his best friend dominates him, reducing him to nothing but a moaning, groaning, cock drunk slut.

Satoru increases his pace, and grabs Suguru by the hair.

“Look at me while I’m fucking you.” Satoru smirks. “You look so pretty with my dick inside you.”

Suguru can’t take it anymore and starts stroking himself.

“Shit Satoru ‘m gonna cum.” Suguru groans before shooting thick ropes of cum that land on his torso.

“Good boy, you’re taking me so fucking good.” Satoru groans feeling his own release approaching. His pace becomes relentless, as he feels his balls tightening up. “Who owns you?”

“Y-you do Satoru.” Suguru whines out, his eyes locked onto Satoru’s, and he watches as Satoru comes undone at the sound of his own name, the way the muscles of his face clench, as he reaches his orgasm.

When his balls are empty, Satoru slowly pulls out, and collapses on the bed. Suguru wraps an arm around Satoru, and they savour this moment, both of them burning it into their memories.

[ghoulish-fiction]

For those of you who like my "ghouls are a human and a demon smashed into one" headcannon, here's some notes copy and pasted from my notes app. Its a list of ghouls, in no particular order, and what I think becoming a ghoul was like for them and what theyre like now. Kinda. Very much subject to change. Cut for length. Enjoy byyyyeeee. ✌🤟🖤

Dewdrop: early on the human and fire had an incredibly hard time adjusting, so water had to be in charge. She took good care of them all, but she grew exhausted. Human and fire have finally been able to step up and have meshed nicly. They are waiting for water to be ready to join them. They are thankful to her for what she did for them. 

Aether: human and quint were so compatible and so enamored with eachother that they became one in record time, and their love for eachother, for themself, for their life, has spilled out into their pack. This is why Aether is a lover, healer, protecter because he is a love story. (I wrote this a few days ago and now i kinda hate it idk)

Rain: half joined with human being the more dominant personality most of the time, can be a bit moody because of this. Water is very powerful and lustful. Human shares this hunger but doesnt know how to act on it so they gladly let water take control and sate their needs and desires. This applies to the bedroom and the hunting grounds. On stage, its all human. He loves the spot light. Its what he's always wanted to do. 

Phantom: not as young and dumb as everyone paints him to be. He is young though. But also insanely powerful. His youth and sweet personality decieve people. He joined with an absolute power house of a demon. The demon was so powerful that the poor guy almost didnt make it. His body lay comatose for a while. In that time however, the two beings grew to know eachother completely and soon became one. So when he awake, transition was easy mentally, but challenging physically. He's extremely confident and comfortable with himself.

Cirrus and Cumulus: they have always been a package deal in my mind idk why. So they are two humans who were in love who joined with two demons who were in love. They are both half joined like Rain, but Cirrus tends be lead by the demon, while Cumulus tends to be lead by the human. But really its a toss up of who is at the wheel at any given. This is why either of them can have some wild mood swings from time to time. They are a two person polycule.

Phil: demon doesnt have elemental powers but his inherent power is strong, but he is like never around. Just kinda there for the ride. So human takes the lead. That's why Phil is very much just a dude lol.

Swiss: a rare creature indeed. Human, quint, fire, and air. The three demons were part of a large pack, but tragedy struck. In the end there was only the three of them left, with air barely hanging on. They took a last ditch effort and sought to become a ghoul to save air, it was the only way. They were a package deal because they refused to lose anybody else and because air would need their strength. The ritual was sucessful, and all four parties made it. They all bonded easily into one, making our beloved Swiss. His air powers are very subtle because air would never fully recover. 

Swiss is so very dedicated to his pack and insistant on having a good relationship with everyone because of the demons past, but the human had strong feelings about family before too. (I kinda hate this even more than Aether's idk)

Mountain: the human and the demon met accidentally on a fine summer day. The human was out foraging when they saw strange tracks. They thought it was an injured animal, so they tracked the animal with the hope of finding it and helping it. What they found though, was a demon. The demon was longing for its old simple human life. It was exploring the surface, admiring the world they so had so dearly loved, thinking it was far from humans. The two came to know eachother well and decided to join together. Fully joined into one but it was a very long process. They let it happen naturally.

[vivaladicamillo]

CELEBRATING DUNNS BIRTHDAY W/ THE CKY CREW

js a little blurb for ryans birthday! crazy how he would be 46 today :((, i miss him a lot everyday but hey at least today dico finally posted on the internet again! but hope u enjoy this little blurb abt u being ryans friend/partner and celebrating his birthday with him :))

WARNINGS: alcohol, drugs, thats it.

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ryan when it comes to birthdays is kinda complicated

hes absolutely fine with spending his whole birthday comfy in bed, listening to music and relaxing

bc as we all know the man hates people

but he also loves his friends

so having a day were they all js hang out, talk, tell stories and maybe even have a few drinks together like old times is also just as good

hes not super complicated or would want any type of crazy over the top birthday

u could give him a jar of dirt for his birthday and he’d be like “thanks i was looking to start a in house jar garden anyways”

so when u and bam had to come together to plan a party for his 28th birthday

IT WAS ONN

u knowing ryan very well knew he wouldnt wanna do any big things involving strangers so probably no clubs

as u and bam talked it out yall decided to wake him up early. take him to breakfast, drive up to the country side and go camping in a field

bam knew a guy who knew a guy who had a field they can use, it was actually the same field that would become “state of bam” in viva la bam

so u call up the guys (minus ryan bc u and bam wanted it to be a surprise) and tell them the plan

everyones was so hyped

rake was bringing music, bam was bringing booze, raab was bringing the gear, dico was entertainment (yes he brought a whole ass speaker and mic to sing ryan happy birthday with) and u were in charge of the food

for food, once again u knew ryan like it simple, js some pizzas, wings, sandwiches, yk things that u could easily have at hand, but u also brought some things to cook over the fire like chicken and steak bc ITS A CAMPING TRIP!

u also brought cake and smoores stuff!

the plan was perfect!

early the next morning, u and bam get to ryans house, its abt 8:00 in the morning

the two of u find his spare key and sneak in, making ur way towards the basement where his room is

you and bam had stopped at the dollor tree to get hats and balloons and noise makers

so as u two snuck closer to his bed bam got the camera out and u counted

“ 3…2…1…”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” the two of u screamed and blew into the noise makers making ryan almost fly outta bed

“come on ry get dressed and oack a bag its gonna be a long day” you say

“…… how did u guys get into my house??” ryan says

you immediately point towards bam like a child getting rid of the blame on their sibling

after ry gets dressed and gets a small bag the three of u hop in the car and drive to the local ihop

“dont worry guys bills on me” bam says

“no way free ihop, thanks guys this is actually sick” ryan says not even being sarcastic

the three of yall sit down and get to talking, ryan ends up getting strawberry pancakes with a side of bacon bam gets some crazy fucking waffle that also has a face for some odd reason and u just get [whatever u want from ihop idk ur preference]

after breakfast and a lot of talking and story telling the three of u leave, with bam paying lol, and head to the final destination

ryan was fully convinced that u guys were hiring a hitman to take him out or something when bam started driving to the country side

it was always out of character for bam to PAY for something that didnt have to benefit him in some way

but u assured him from the backseat that nobody was gonna take him out

after a long ride of listening to rys fav bands you guys arrive and see raab and rake sitting on chairs around a fire pit while dico is up waving his arms around probably doing a skit to pass the time while waiting for u guys to arrive

“SURPRISE RYAN!” bam and u say

ryan was kinda in shock, growing up he lived in the country side (ohio) and used to go camping with his dad and brother a lot

“wow guys…i havent been camping since i was like ten, let alone with friends, thanks guys!” he gives the bpth of u a warm smile

the three of u meet with the rest of the group, all of them ready to give ryan their gifts

rake had gotten ryan these sick new glasses, the were similar to the ones he usually wears but in gold and black

raab got him a drawing of himself, painted from a guy he new and it looks sick, ryan was in shades of blue with a yellow background

dico got him a few graphic tees, some with just text on it (one saying mustang girl in glittery font) to shirts of his favorite bands

bam got ryan a bunch of cool mod decals for his cars, he also got him some things to mod his cars with, tools and such

and you got ryan 2 plane tickets to go to iceland, and a tour package thing to sight see and go to some new places the crew and him had never seen before, u told him he could pick anyone to go with him, from the crew, family, anyone it was his choice

he was so happy with all his gifts, they were all perfect but he liked urs the best, he ended up picking u to go on the trip with leaving bam to in the future by his own ticket so he could go with u (hes not missing a trip to iceland ofc)

after the gift opening the party begins

the night consisted drinking, dancing to music rake brought, telling jokes and stories, smoking a bit of weed and bran freestyling his heart out

it was a perfect night

the rest of the crew went to bed at 3:00am, dico being first then raab then rake then bam

u and ryan had stayed up still talking, watching the sky and reminiscing on early days

the two of u ended up falling asleep on a blanket in front of the first while star gazing

u had ur head on ryans shoulder as u was talking it made u fall asleep bc his voice was so calming

when he looked over u and were sleeping he wasnt mad

he pulled u closed and started to doze off himself

“thank you, so much, for the perfect birthday y/n.” he whispered as u slept

you really knew him well, he was so glad to have u in his life

the next morning the guys found the two of u put there, surrounded by red cups

but even tho u guys got woken up to the crew poking fun at u two

it didnt matter

because ryan was happy, his birthday went beautifully

and thats all that mattered to u

ryan being happy

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hope yall enjoyed the little drabble i decided to write out of nowhere. i promise u guys a pt 2 to the bams sister story will be coming soon, also a bam/reader/ryan will DEF be coming soon i js have been studying for finals week so ive been hella busy, with this story i tried my hardest to add some actual facts into it, like ryan living in ohio, the gifts he got, the things they did, etc,. sorry if its not exactly accurate i tried lol, see ya guys!