#everyone has pretty much covered my thoughts but this is particular

[erwinsvow]

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

summary: how you and rafe got started <3

author's note: if i could stop losing my brain cells over rafe cameron for a minute that would be great but i can't so here it is <3 this is mostly cute but in the shea cinematic universe this establishes the beginning of what can only be a hopelessly codependent relationship <3 more parts to come! also none of this would be written without the surge of inspo i get from reading every single one of @princessbrunette's posts but in particular this one, this one, and this<3 one!

now spinning: one of the girls by the weeknd & jennie

Rafe’s always thought you were cute. 

Cute, he’d think to himself in passing, on a hot summer day when he was getting ready to take beers from the fridge and go find the boys at the country club. He didn’t need to steal anything, the waitress at the club always gave him whatever drink he asked for, but he just felt like taking them from the house today. 

You were dawdling around the house with a bored Sarah, all dressed up with nowhere to go. Sarah was texting on her phone, likely engaging in a virtual fight with Topper. He’d feel bad, but the two of them did it to themselves. You were at the counter with Wheezie, leaning on your elbows while the two of you discussed something. He didn’t really care, until he met your eyes for a second. 

Cute. The way you met his eyes and then looked away, face heating up. You were in a bikini and a coverup, probably waiting for his sister before spending the day on the beach or at the pool. The cover up was white and see through, covering everything to the point where no one could see anything but the faint yellow of your bikini underneath.

Leaning on the counter, when you looked away, he got a glimpse into the top of your dress. He could make out little yellow flowers on the material of your bikini and the outline of your tits squeezed against each other. 

He grabbed a beer and opened it with his back tooth, spitting the cap out on the counter next to Wheezie’s book.

“Ew, Rafe, get your spit molecules away from my book.”

“Who reads in the summer anyways? You should be glad for my spit if it makes you stop.”

“It’s my summer reading, Rafe, not everyone can just skip their assignments and get away with it.”

“Please, what have I skipped?”

You and Wheezie turn to look at each other and start laughing. He cracks a smile too, unexpectedly.

“Actually, it’s a great book. You’re missing out, Rafe,” you say, with a smile gracing your face, and he realizes he’s never actually heard the sound of your voice. You’ve maybe said hi to him twice, and both times Sarah had dragged you away within seconds. You even sound cute. His name on your tongue sounds even cuter.

“Really? Maybe I need to give it a try.” You laugh again, meeting his eyes this time. 

“You can’t have my copy, I already put my annotations in this one-“

“Stop yapping, Wheeze. I’m not gonna take yours.”

“Actually you have a copy in the library upstairs. I borrowed it last summer.”

“Really, kid? Wanna come find it with me?”

Your face heats up so much you turn away. He smiles then, and he smiles again when you follow him up to the library.

“This one is fantastic too, it’s about this young girl in England-” your voice continues to describe the plot of the book in your hand. You shelve it and then your eyes immediately land on another, another classic, another favorite. You ramble off the description but Rafe’s hardly paying attention.

He’s trying to recall when you had become so cute, so pretty. He thinks he’s never noticed you after you walk away with Sarah, or when he walks away from you two lounging on pool chairs, your nose in a book like always.

This is different. When had you become so irresistible?

Your pretty hair falls down your back. It sticks to your neck when the two of you are outside in the sun, in the heat. He has an urge to lick the sweat off just to see how you’d blush and feel how you’d squirm. Your eyes are warm and bright, but you’re still too shy to meet his blue ones, even when it’s just the two of you.

And it has been. Just the two of you, recently, almost all of the time. Sarah’s always off with her stupid friends and Wheeze is at home doing her summer work. 

The two of you travel to every ice cream parlor in the eight in the next few weeks. Conversation comes easily, even though you have nothing in common. He hasn’t picked up a bag from his dealer since he started talking to you, he realizes. Hasn’t felt the need to get high.

You’ve never even smoked weed, much less snorted coke. You’ll drink at a party with Sarah, but not too much, and you always end up being the sober friend holding back the vomiting girl’s hair. At the bonfire that he invites you to, your eyes keep darting around, seeing if anyone needs your help. 

Rafe moves so he’s standing right in front of you, blocking your view.

“Hey, kid,” he says quietly, leaning in. You’re boxed in, with Rafe and only Rafe on your mind. The clean, attractive scent of his cologne. The way it lingers on his clothes, like the button up you’re wearing over your pink dress.

He picks up the red cup in your hand and places it on the log beside you, balancing his beer next to it. His hands are cold from the bottle but you don’t mind much. He takes your wrists first, holding them in place, and then slides down so your hands are touching. 

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” You were looking down at the hands, where the two of you were connected, but his voice makes you look up. He’s looking at you, and you want to hide your face. Your fingers twitch beneath Rafe’s grip. He holds on even tighter. “Don’t look away, princess. We gotta work on that, huh?”

You feel your face heating up at the nickname. You wish you were home so you could scream into your pillow.

“Sorry, sorry,” you scramble, trying to look up but you can’t find the strength or the will.

You’re embarrassed. Of course you are—this is Rafe, and you’re just you. Rafe is the one you’ve had a crush on since you knew what crushes were, and you are still the awkward little thing you were the first time you met him. 

His gaze burning holes through you makes you want to run and hide. Because this is Rafe, and right now you’re one of his girls. The ones Sarah’s complained about the whole time she’s known you—they get too attached, act all clingy, and then are replaced before long. 

You hear Rafe’s quiet laughter. You’re still boxed in, feeling hot and clammy even though he’d given you his button up not thirty minutes ago because you felt cold. 

“What’re you saying sorry for?” You look up quickly, and then look back down. Then Rafe’s hands leave yours, and he holds up your chin until you’re looking right into his eyes. “Hmm?”

You feel like puking. 

“I-I just, well I just-”

“You just what?”

“I don’t think I can be, um, be one of your flingy, uh fling-type girls. So, you know, maybe all of this isn’t a good idea.”

“Fling-type girls?” he questions. He’s holding back a laugh, which makes you irrationally upset. You shove hard against his chest to free yourself from the cage of his arms. 

“Yes, your fling-type girls. You have a new girl on your arm every week, and everyone knows it, and I refuse to be one of them, because it’s just embarrassing and dehumanizing,” he watches you ramble on. He smiles, but you don’t notice. “And frankly, I deserve better than that.”

“Are you done?” You glare back at him.

“Yes, and not because you said that. I was done anyway.”

“Good.” Your face drops for a second, thinking you overstepped and totally overreached regarding his intentions, but then Rafe surprises you—he leans in and kisses you. 

You weren’t expecting a playground peck, but the way he’s kissing you completely surpasses any and all expectations (and fantasies) you’d dreamt up. His grip on your hips is hard, and his tongue is almost down your throat. It’s messy, and wet, and when he pulls away, there’s strings of spit connecting you to each other. 

You should wipe your mouth before anyone sees, but you don’t. Your heart is racing, and you can barely speak, much less move. 

“If I wanted you to be one of my girls, I wouldn’t have spent the last three weeks listening to you blab about books and buying you ice cream. You’re gonna be my only girl, and that’s that, okay?”

You nod dumbly—words and motions still not quite back yet. You feel flushed. People’s eyes are on you both.

“Now, do you wanna head out and go get a cone?” You nod again. “Good girl. And watch your mouth.”

[cuttlekiss-mlp]

thought i might attempt to start off strong with my mlp infection au

this is still a pretty big WIP, especially with all of the characters. i've been very thorough with how i want things to go, so i've been taking my time with it.

stuck with a sketchier style bc it fit the vibe of what i wanted so well

MY LITTLE CATASTROPHE : SPIKE AND TWI

!!!TW: DESCRIPTIONS OF GORE!!! "Dear Princess Celestia, I have made a grave mistake, and my judgement is no longer sound. I have ruined everything. I am in search of a cure for what I have created. It cannot be destroyed. Normal magic cannot undo what I have done. He is gone, but maybe I can save the others. I am sorry that this letter has not been sent to you in a timely fashion. He is gone. I had to send this letter via pony mail. Please forgive me for all I have done. Friendship is not strong enough to save us. My friends have abandoned me. They know what I have done. Your faithful student, your failure, Twilight Sparkle."

Between all of the commotion of Sombra's defeat and Twilight's ascension as an alicorn, no one was quick to notice a very important missing person. As soon as Twilight realized her favorite baby dragon was not there to greet her and celebrate, she felt sick to her stomach. Where was he? Spike was found by Cadence. He was delivered to Twilight wrapped in her large pink wings, wounded beyond what could be saved. He was already dead when he was found. Her baby dragon was gone.

No amount of friendship or comfort could console the new princess. She laid with her body curled around Spike, and her cries filled the courtyard for hours. It took two days for her to move from that spot and head home towards Ponyville, where Spike would be buried in front of her home. But she could not bare the thought. Spike could not be gone, not forever.

When she returned home, she holed up in her tree house. The doors locked, the curtains covered the windows, and there was nothing but silence. Twilight worked tirelessly for hours, using magic to preserve her baby dragon's body long enough to find a spell that would erase what happened. Spike would not be dead for much longer. The power of friendship and love would bring him back to life. It had to.

She explained to her friends that if they used the Elements of Harmony, theoretically, he could be revived. They had their reservations. No one thought it was a good idea...but Rainbow Dash talked them into trying. Twilight was hurting, she needed her friends to be there for her. However, their attempts were in vein. Spike was not revived.

Despite their failed attempts, Twilight remained stubborn and persistent. She could not let this happen. Spike could not be gone. Everyone was starting to worry about her, but no amount of convincing could change her mind. They refused to continue trying. They did not believe in her and that made her very angry.

Returning into hiding, Twilight's determination became concrete. She did not sleep, she barely ate. Dash visited frequently, while the others had resolved that Twilight needed time and space. She was the only reason the princess ate anything at all. Twilight soon caught reference to a spell in one of her books. This spell was in a particular book in Canterlot's library...and that is where she would go. She packed up and she made her way swiftly to Canterlot. Unfortunately, the book was locked away, for it's magic was forbidden and dangerous. But this did not matter to her. Twilight broke into the library, stole the book, and rushed off to Ponyville. She would not allow anything to stand in her way. Spike could not be gone.

The spell required an intense amount of magic. Twilight would need help to cast the spell, to bring Spike back. But, none of the other elements would help her. They insisted she lay Spike to rest. She refused. How could they ever say such a thing? How could they give up on Spike? How could they not believe in her?

Twilight took it upon herself to cast the spell. She took the Elements of Harmony and she wielded them herself. Bright beams of pink light flooded out of her curtains...

!!!TW BEGINS!!!

"Twilight. . ." A soft, exhausted voice called from the explosion that was her living room. Twilight could barely hear it's faintness, but his voice was unmistakable. She blindly stumbled towards the voice, to find Spike. When she found him, she was first overjoyed. Spike was getting up! Spike was alive!! Bright pink and sparkling ooze spilled from his chest as he rose from his bed. "Twilight?" His voice was louder and sounded panicked? "What is happening-" his voice cut off with a sickening gurgle. Pink bursted from his mouth, and he coughed and wheezed, trying desperately to regain his breath. His eyes were bleeding, or were they rotting? Twilight couldn't tell. She rushed to his side and she held him. Spike choked and convulsed, pink ooze spilling all over his bed and onto the floor and onto her. And then...he stopped. Unsure of what happened, of what to do, Twilight stared in disbelief, in heartbreak. Had she revived him only to suffer yet another painful death? Tears welled in her eyes and she cried out with unbearable pain.

Between her cries and uncontrollable sobbing, she didn't hear Dash break through one of her windows. She held Spike and cried and cried. The house was a mess and Twilight was a mess and covered in pink ooze and Spike was a mess and pink ooze was still coming out of him. Despite her best efforts, Twilight would not let go of Spike. She snapped at Dash to leave her alone, and that is what Dash did. She didn't want to, but what was there to do?

Twilight fell asleep in the midst of her crying, holding her baby dragon close and covering him with her wings.

She woke to a gurgling growl and a terrifying creature standing above her, with pink, sparkling drool dripping from it's mouth. It's eyes were dark and lifeless but little pink glowing orbs betrayed it's gaze. It stared and growled and breathed raspy, shallow breaths. Twilight pushed it away in fear, scrambling up from Spike's bed. That is when she realized what the creature was. It was Spike...but it wasn't truly. He twitched and groaned and dripped pink ooze.

Before she knew it, a knock came at her door. Spike's head snapped towards the sound.

The door opened.

Spike lunged.

Screams and Spike's growls erupted.

What had she done?

[rosemaze-reveries]

During an interview, the manor guests suddenly get a question about you.

this is def an experimental format!! i got this idea while reading the character letters. in the POV of an unknown interviewer (not reader). reader uses they/them.

🔗⚰️📰🔮❤️‍🩹💉🌪️✂️🍀🩰🔫🪡🤹🧲🦋🐍

Q. Could you describe your relationship with (Y/N)?

🔗 Ada - "Yes, that's my lover. I would say our relationship falls within the typical scope of that sort of thing. Of course, I believe we share something special, but everyone does when they're in love, don't they?" She covers all her bases in one decisive breath, leaving little room for me to comment.

⚰️ Aesop sits perfectly upright, fingers threaded at his knees. His eyes drift to the side and he seems to begin speaking mid-thought. "I had... cautioned myself not to upset their perception of me," he explains. "But they pried, and stayed, regardless of what they found... For that, I'm grateful."

📰 Alice has kept a sharp eye on me the entire time, but it's at this question that she drops the formalities. "I wasn't aware you would be prying into my personal affairs. Where did you learn that name?" Her frankness pins me in place. For some reason, I end up apologizing.

🔮 Eli can't help a sheepish smile from blooming across his face. "Well, truthfully... I don't use this term lightly, but they might be the love of my life." He has been consistently grounded with his responses, so I'm surprised to catch him flustered, however subtle it is. Personally, I'm touched.

❤️‍🩹 Emil considers for a moment. He doesn't meet me in the eye, instead pinning his gaze on nowhere in particular. A faint smile ghosts his lips. After a while, he answers, simply, "Safe."

💉 Emily's hands are folded neatly on her lap. At the mention of that name, her shoulders tense, but she otherwise maintains her composure. "Someone I trust." Her answer is vague and cautious, but acceptable. I'll try to uncover a deeper meaning behind that 'trust'.

🌪️ Ithaqua - "Mine." He is curt and to the point. Yours? I echo, hoping he'll elaborate. His head tilts to the side, and while I can't see the face behind his mask, a sense of dread suddenly overcomes me. I decide not to press further.

✂️ Jack stretches out his hand of blades, flexing each finger in front of him. I can't deny the cold sweat that drips down my spine just by being in his presence. "May I respond with a question of my own?" he says to me. "Suppose a butterfly loses its way, and winds up caught in a spider's web. Wouldn't you agree that the more it writhes and struggles, the more exhilarated the spider becomes?" I don't have the courage to hear out the rest of this analogy.

🍀 Lucky - "I've always been known as a pretty lucky guy, but the luckiest day of my life was when I met them! I remember it was the—" He drags me down a long-winded story about their life together. I get the idea. Eventually I'm forced to cut him off.

🩰 Margaretha twirls a curl of hair, a meek blush dusting her cheeks. "Have you ever been in love before? You're never prepared for the magic of it all. I feel a new rush with them everyday. I know, realistically, all good things come to an end, so I tried to remind myself to expect the worst, but they've proven over and over that... I'll never feel safer than in their arms." After rambling for some time, a look of surprise flashes across her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go off like that. Oh, but I've just never met someone who feels so much like true love before."

🔫 Martha doesn't miss a beat. "Sorry, I don't know anyone by that name." I look down to double-check the name written in her file. Her watchful gaze follows my line of sight. Are you sure? I try. "Must've been some confusion somewhere," she insists. The next day, I realize all my files on her and (Y/N) have gone missing.

🪡 Matthias - "Wh-What?" he starts, but keeps going before I can repeat the question. "Oh, uh, an ally, I guess." Well, I gathered that much. When I press for more details, his head sinks low, fingers grasping at the armrest. "I don't know what they saw in me. Was it out of pity?"

🤹 Mike's eyes light up and he blinds me with a contagious smile. "(Y/N)'s a sneaky one, and I mean it—they've got me under the trickiest spell of all. Guess what happens every time I think about them?" Egged on by his grin, I take the bait. You get lovesick? I guess. Suddenly, he tosses a handful of butterfly glitter in my face. "I get butterflies!" Very funny, I sigh, exasperated with these carnies. Why did he have that on hand in the first place?

🧲 Norton leans back in his chair, scowling. "What's that got to do with anything?" He snaps a couple times in my face, urging me to "stay on topic." It's hard to say if this question struck a nerve, as he's been uncooperative for most of this interview, but my suspicions point me to prod further. After all, it'd have been much easier if he just said he didn't know them.

🦋 Vera's face contorts into a leery, hostile glower. "Why do you ask that?" Before I can say anything to mitigate the rising tension, she catches herself, and her expression softens slightly. "I'm sorry. That's... someone quite dear to me, so your question took me by surprise."

🐍 Yidhra's follower goes pale, clearly unnerved. "She won't answer that," she tells me through shallow breaths. "Th-This isn't my place to say, but I'd advise you not to involve yourself with that person." As if on cue, I get a sensation I can only describe as a hand slowly wrapping around my neck. It disappears when I move to scratch it. Must've been my imagination.

Part 2

[theysaidhush]

okay okay. so.

I cannot for the LIFE of me, get the idea of perv!Han going absolutely feral all because you are wearing his hoodie out of my head. like, it's nothing special in your eyes-- you were just cold and wanted to feel the comfort of your boyfriend near you. however, when he came home that night, the stress from practice quickly left him and he now had a new problem to deal with. he would nearly combust when you told him you got your nails done that day-- stiletto nails so you could leave scratches all over his back to show off to his bandmates.

have a good day/night 🤭

You + Jisung's hoodie + Stiletto nails = Jisung going nuts

Okay let me put that nice and clear for everyone, Jisung is a hoodie enthusiast and you can't tell me otherwise. Plus, he looks cute comfy and pretty in it, it's a win win.

Finally answered your ask @lieslovefantasy !!!! Thank you for putting up with me, made it extra long just for you wink wink Hope you'll like it because I'm quite proud of it... Not proofread !!

You love Jisung's hoodie. Like, really love it. But at first it felt weird to ask him to lend it to you. You were not confident - in you or in your relationship, the thing is you never asked him. How do you expect Jisung to know ! He was living his life, wearing his hoodie and going to the studio every night, hoping to come back before midnight.

But one particular night, when he came back from the studio, he just realized how cold it was inside your apartment. Winter was knocking and cold was biting. He did not think twice about it, thinking that you just wanted to save energy and was wrapped in two or three blankets.

And you were. Sitting on the couch, hugging a bit of the blanket while watching your favorite show on tv. You were pretty, as usual, and Jisung, once again, was hit with the fact that you were his girlfriend. His girlfriend who did her best to stay awake at one in the morning in order to have a goodnight kiss. His girlfriend who cooked him dinner and put his plate and a plate cover on top of it near the microwave. His girlfriend whose beaming smile light up the room when she sees him standing near the door, kicking his shoes and throwing his backpack somewhere near the cupboard.

And when he thought it couldn't be more perfect, that you were just enough and much more, all he needed and wanted for the rest of his life, you proved him wrong. You were so much more perfect than he thought, leaving the warmth of your blanket and wrapping him in a hug, his hoodie riding up when doing so. His hoodie. Around your frame. Wrapping you, making you look so cuddly, so cute, so tiny. So fuckable. But you were a stranger to the thoughts that were raging inside his head, thoughts of making you gag on his dick while massaging your scalp, seeing those oversized sleeve wrap around his dick, small fingers peking from inside the fabric. But he has to kiss you properly and ask you about your day before fucking you dumb. He was a good needy boyfriend who knew how to keep it in his pants when needed.

Although the way he made you sit on his laps while eating was a tell tale sign that he wasn't. If you noticed his hard on you did not say anything about it and let him eat while telling him about your day. And that's when he noticed - even if you had to tell him for him to notice. Your long and sharp nails, clicking on your phone every time you were showing him a picture of the nails you wanted to do but that you did not. And he was a goner. You told him about the cute puppy that you met, the texts that you exchanged with your friend, how nice a customer was at work, how you wanted to destroy the world then become president. He did not care. Or did not hear, as a matter of fact. He was too focus on you nails, eyes never leaving your hands, obsessed with the way your fingers and nails were the only things that could be seen before his sleeves. And his mind was running wild, fantasizes adapting to this new information. Thinking about how your stiletto nails - that's how you called it - would graze the tip of his dick, stroking and teasing his urinary meatus, running along the veins of his shaft and playing with his balls. If you weren't sure about it before, now you were sure that he was hard, excited, horny.

And he actually tried to let you know that he was horny, while trying to be polite about it too. Like, back hugging you while you're doing the dishes and - scratch that, he wasn't polite about it - groping, squeezing your tits as you're telling him to stop and let you finish. But Han Jisung isn't the strongest soldier when you're dressed in his hoodie with those nails. He can't help himself but ride up the hoodie until he can see the curve of your ass, smacking it while grinning at the shy giggle that escape your mouth.

And then, he couldn't help himself but slides his hand up your thighs, towards your already dripping core, while you're both cuddling on the couch, your back against his torso. He just likes how you whimper and protest, scratching his forearms in a feeble attempt to at least finish your drama. But Jisung is nice, so he'll wait. With his hand down you pantie, fingers working magic in your cunt, thumb playing with your bead. Can you blame him ? You're sitting here, pretty for him, eager to be fuck once your show is done. And when it's done ? Oh god, better be prepared for the way he's about to pound his dick into your wet and slippery cunt, nibbling at your neck as his hand is turning your head towards his so he can kiss you feverishly, while the other one is pressed flat on your stomach so you can feel him hit harder and deeper, hitting it from behind as you're both to lazy to get up from the couch. And he don't give a fuck about those reddish marks that appears on his skin, do not care if it looks like he has been scratched by a cat, because you are the cutest kitten, looking so tiny in his hoodie, skin glistening because you're feeling hot, and at the second orgasm he swears he can feel electricity running through his veins. It does not help one bit.

Jisung might have cum thrice, suffering from hypersensitivity, but still turned you around to fuck you properly, just so you can leave scratches on his back. He likes the feeling of your nails gripping at his skin, likes the pain it brings to him, likes how with that, he can feel every bit of you, of your tight and warm walls sucking him dry as he's shooting loads after loads of his warm cum in your pussy. But then he has to go for another round, because that picture of his cum on his hoodie, you wrapped in it with teary eyes and red cheeks is not a want, it's a need.

[tricktster]

I went to see this really great Talking Heads cover band on Friday, and before the show started one of my friends ran into a guy she vaguely recognized, and while they tried to figure out how they knew each other, one of that guy’s friends started chatting me up.

Gang, I can’t stop thinking about this guy. Not because he was hot (though he was), but because I have never in my life felt so wildly unmoored while speaking to another human being.

Like, he told me his name, I told him mine, and then I made a very in context joke about a lizard - too much to explain here, but I promise it made sense at the time. He responded, and I am not taking any liberties as I quote this:

“A lizard? Aren’t those the little guys that run around on two legs sometimes?”

It is hard to know what to say to that. I am good with conversational curveballs, but this was out of left field. I hesitated, then put on a very polite social smile and responded “yeah! I guess lizards do run around on two legs sometimes!”

“You are much like a lizard, then.” He said. “You’re also on two legs.”

Well.

I was briefly saved from having to come up with a response because the opening act started playing. Opening acts are hit and miss, but I was happy to discover that this particular one, Ruby Dear, has a frontwoman with an absolutely incredible voice. Like holy shit, after the first song my friend and I looked at each other and simultaneously said “PIPES.” I got pretty into their set, and would have been bummed out when they had to wrap up if the promise of a truly spectacular Talking Heads cover band wasn’t on the horizon.

I had by this point forgotten about my new friend The Lizardman, but he tapped me on the shoulder and said “Did you like the performance?” Okay, that’s a normal question, I could handle this conversation.

“Yeah, I thought they were great! Did you like them?!” I said.

“Yes! I’ve never been to a concert before!” He replied.

Well.

“…HOW?” I finally said.

He shrugged. “I just haven’t.” I had to study him to see if he was fucking with me. He did not appear to be.

This presented a new question. He looked like he was roughly in my age range (late 20s/early 30s), but was it possible that he was very young?? He had to be at least 21 though, he’d been carded at the door and was drinking a beer. Furthermore, the friends he was with were in their late forties at the absolute youngest.

“You must really like the Talking Heads, if this is the show that got you to come out!” I finally said.

“Oh, I’ve never even heard a song by them.” He replied politely. “That’s the band that’s playing next?”

Well.

“The band playing tonight is called Start Making Sense.” I finally explained, after I had wrapped my mind around this. “They play songs by the Talking Heads. The Talking Heads broke up in like 1990.”

“Oh! Cool!” He said. “Were they any good?”

“… Yes.” I said after another few moments of interal debate about whether this guy was fucking with me. He had to be fucking with me.

Per the awestruck expression on his face after the band opened with Psycho Killer, he was not fucking with me. And he had questions.

“EVERYONE IN THE AUDIENCE KNEW ALL THE WORDS?!??” He exclaimed.

“YEAH WE ALL LIKE TALKING HEADS ENOUGH TO GO TO A TALKING HEADS COVER SHOW!” I yelled back.

“THAT’S AMAZING!” He decided.

And like, putting myself in his shoes (by which I mean the shoes of a time traveler from either 1600 or 2400), I had to agree with him.

[ctitan98official]

Sub!Alcina gets pregnant by Y/N

18+ Minors DNI

CW/TW Reader is gender neutral but has a penis in this one. I don't really care if this pisses you off, TERFs. For some reason this one in particular has triggered y'all XD

Anyway, for the rest of you awesome peeps, this was a request from ao3 and I had to write it T^T Sub!Alcina is my favorite. Y/N is also a hard dom. Let’s get into it!

Alcina in everyday life is a force to be reckoned with. You don’t live up to her standards? Well, everyone’s replaceable, right?

She likes things done a certain way and she always gets what she wants.

But, little do people realize that Alcina has a very different personality in the bedroom. During intimacy with Y/N, she likes to be taken care of for once and told what to do. It’s the only place she feels comfortable expressing herself in this way and she absolutely cherishes it. Y/N has satisfied this deep need for her to be and feel useful. It’s all she’s ever wanted, really.

One day, Alcina feels… Weird. She’s unusually warm. All over. It’s mid-autumn, so the weather is not to blame. But, she’s wired. Like her body is tingling and itching for something.

Later on, Alcina realizes what she’s been craving pretty much all day. She is sat at her vanity when she bites her lip and fantasizes for a moment. She lets out a breathy gasp as she imagines Y/N taking her completely. She hasn’t ever told Y/N… But one of the most deliciously sinful things she has ever wanted them to do is… Breed her. She was always meant to be a mother and the idea of creating a little one with Y/N was an intoxicating thought. She wants Y/N to fill her up with their love. She wants to feel her body swell with life and know that it’s Y/N who put a baby in her. It’s as much a sensual desire as it is an emotional one.

Y/N has been out most of the day, and Alcina feels an unusually strong urge to be with them. It’s like a biological pull that is driving her crazy with lust. She knows that Y/N will make all of her pent up sexual frustration melt away in an instant once they start touching her.

Alcina tightly rubs her thighs together in an effort to quell her arousal, but she lets out a dissatisfied whine. She is truly hot and bothered and there is only one solution. She can’t wait for Y/N to get home.

Alcina plans to surprise Y/N and slips into some skimpy black lace lingerie. She is nothing if not a performer.

Y/N finally enters Alcina’s bedroom and they freeze at what they see.

Alcina is lying on her side in the bed. Her scantily clad outfit barely covers the most intriguing parts of her body. Her soft breasts and voluptuous thighs are on full display. The innocent doe-eyed gaze she’s directing towards Y/N is lighting them up. They know this look. Alcina is feeling very needy and it makes their feral side burn with pleasure.

“Draga… I need you. All of you.” She pants.

Normally, Alcina prefers oral, but she pointedly looks at the slowly growing bulge in Y/N’s pants as she says this. She’s indicating exactly what she needs. Wow, this is turning out to be a pretty great day.

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Y/N wordlessly sheds their clothes and gets onto the bed.

Alcina tries to move over to make room for them, but Y/N roughly pushes her down by the shoulders. “Did I say you could move, you dirty hussy?” They say and begin effortlessly ripping Alcina’s lingerie off to get clear access to her body.

The soft gasp and mewl that Alcina elicits lets Y/N know that she is swimming with desire.

Y/N leans down and presses harsh kisses up and down her neck, every so often nipping at her soft flesh.

Each time Y/N’s lips touch her skin, Alcina feels fireworks shoot off. How are they able to make her feel so alive? She closes her eyes blissfully, but Y/N suddenly slaps her across the face and grabs her by the back of the head to look at them.

“You’re gonna keep your eyes on me the whole time. Understand, toy?” They tell her.

Alcina is in heaven. The sting from Y/N’s hand hitting her face leaves a tingly sensation that makes a burst of pleasure shoot down into her sex. She is so wet… So, so wet. Her arousal began to pool below her and Y/N slowly kisses their way down to her pussy. Her neatly shaved lower lips are puffy with want. Once Y/N pokes and prods at them with their tongue, Alcina shrieks with unexpected pleasure.

Y/N grins deviously. “I’m gonna allow that outburst because I’m the one who caused it. But next time, I won’t be as forgiving, toy.” They tell her and clap their hands onto her luscious hips, gripping them hard.

Alcina eagerly nods her head, wanting to please Y/N.

Y/N resumes their exploration of Alcina’s dripping pussy and latches onto her already hardening clit.

Alcina grips the bedsheets as Y/N teases her bud mercilessly.

Gentle bites on Alcina’s clit and rougher swipes with their tongue, provide Y/N the outcome they’re looking for.

Alcina pants helplessly and can’t help but to grab onto Y/N’s head with her hands.

Y/N plunges their tongue deep in Alcina’s love canal and begins thrusting with the appendage.

Alcina knows she’s close and so does Y/N. They can feel her walls tightening up. They add two fingers and drag them in and out of Alcina’s heated core while they focus their mouth on her clit.

Alcina wails as she hits her first climax and her orgasm makes everything feel warm and hazy.

Y/N laps up her love juices. They take the two fingers that were just inside of Alcina and hold them to her mouth. “Suck.” They command and tightly grab onto her shoulder with their other hand, holding her in place.

Alcina moans and opens her mouth. She greedily sucks Y/N’s fingers and makes sure to look them in the eyes when she does. All she wants is to serve them.

“Yeah, you taste that? Remember that I was the one who caused it. I made that happen.” Y/N tells her in a raspy whisper.

Alcina nods and Y/N finally pops their fingers out of her mouth. “You’re nice and lubed up now, huh? All prepped and waiting for my cock? You’re such a nasty slut.” They tease.

Alcina feels her arousal begin to burn again. This was what she had been waiting for.

Y/N pushes Alcina’s legs open and eyes their prize. Alcina’s glistening sex is just begging for them to fill it up. With no warning, Y/N dips their fingers into Alcina’s core and coats them in her arousal.

Alcina lets out a surprised squeal, but Y/N immediately snaps at her. “You keep that disgusting whore mouth shut until I say so!” They order.

Alcina is coming undone just from Y/N’s words alone.

Y/N takes their now lubed fingers and rubs them all over their hardened shaft. They growl as they smell Alcina on them. They need to just take her right now.

Y/N lines up their cock with Alcina’s entrance and begins pounding away.

Alcina desperately tries to meet Y/N’s rhythm with her hips, but they seem to be too fast even for her.

Y/N grunts and slows down as they remember something. “Shit, I need a condom.” They murmur and try to remove themself from Alcina to go get one.

Alcina quickly wraps her legs around Y/N’s back and holds them there. “Wait! Wait, I… Don’t want you to use one.” She begs.

Y/N’s eyebrows shoot up. “What?” They question.

“Please, please… Fill me with your seed, Y/N. Fill up my womb. Put a baby in me, Y/N… Please…” Alcina whines as she looks into their eyes.

Y/N is speechless. They splutter for a moment in surprise, breaking character. “Um… Really?” They ask.

Alcina nods and keens as she anticipates what’s coming next. “Yes…” She hisses in pleasure. “Make me your bitch, Y/N. Knock me up. I need you to fuck me and get me pregnant. I want to be a mother again, Y/N. Please…” She whispers.

At Alcina’s words, Y/N’s dick begins to throb. This was so hot. “Okay, let’s do it.” They say, a new determination blazing in their eyes.

Alcina smiles breathlessly and lays her head back.

Y/N continues thrusting into Alcina and brings their hands up to rub her nipples with their thumbs. “You’re boobs are going to get so huge. Changing because of something I did. Your body is mine.” They snarl in desire.

“Yes, yes, yes…” Alcina chants softly. This is what she’s been waiting for all day.

“Everyone’s gonna know that I claimed you when you’re carrying my baby. They’re gonna be jealous because you belong to me and me alone.” Y/N grunts out. They feel a wave of hot pleasure building in their lower stomach. They were about to blow the fattest load and it was all going into Alcina.

Alcina was getting so close to orgasming from Y/N’s words and ministrations. She loved when they talked dirty like this.

Y/N thrusts a few more times before they let out a harsh roar as they spill their seed deep into Alcina’s fertile womb.

Alcina feels Y/N’s cock pressed up against her cervix and the force of their orgasm makes her climax soon after.

Y/N feels pure pleasure as their balls empty their virile, hot cum into Alcina’s awaiting pussy. Their seed paints Alcina’s womb white and they wonder if this would be the time that their baby was conceived.

Alcina’s eyes well up with happy tears. She was going to be a Mama again. She is thrilled Y/N reacted positively to her deepest wish. Alcina was positive that Y/N had just gotten her pregnant, but of course, she wouldn’t know for sure until she went to see Mother Miranda.

After a while, Y/N finally finishes pumping into Alcina. They try to pull out, but Alcina once again wraps her legs around Y/N.

“No, no, no…” Alcina whines through her aftershocks. “Stay inside me. Just a little longer?” She begs.

Y/N grins. “Okay, babe. Whatever you want.” They tell her.

Alcina closes her eyes and brings a hand to rest on her stomach. There would be a little one growing in there soon. She couldn’t wait to see how her body changed during pregnancy. She wanted everyone to know she was Y/N’s and what better way to prove it than by getting knocked up with their baby?

Later on, as the two cuddle in bed, Alcina is still reeling from the amazing sex that she and Y/N had earlier… However, she feels a familiar hunger coming over her again. “Y/N?” She asks softly, as Y/N rests their head on her chest.

“Yeah?” They ask, snuggling into her more.

“Do you think we should… Try again?” She suggests. “J-just to be sure it takes! You know, for the baby?” She clarifies, very flustered.

Y/N takes their head off of Alcina and just grins up at her. “You don’t even need to ask, Alcina.” They say and begin kissing her once again.

Note: That was dirty, nasty, disgusting… Did you like it? Let me know! ;)

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enemies to lovers with vince dunn? 👀

I crave you in the most innocent form-VD29

💙 a good enemies to lovers + vince and you are in university for the plot!

I've never been the kind of person to hold a grudge. I'm usually pretty easygoing and quick to forgive, but there's one person in my life who I just can't seem to get along with: Vince Dunn.

When Vince and I first met, I actually thought he was kind of cute. He had messy brown hair and these piercing blue eyes that seemed to look right through me. But as soon as he opened his mouth, I knew it was never going to work between us.

It started off small, with little jabs and sarcastic comments. But over time, our interactions grew more and more hostile. We were constantly bickering and arguing, and I could feel the tension between us every time we were in the same room.

Part of the problem is that Vince is just so arrogant. He thinks he's better than everyone else and doesn't hesitate to let you know it. He's always bragging about his achievements and talking down to those he thinks are below him. And for some reason, he seems to have a particular dislike for me.

I'm not sure what I ever did to him. Maybe it was something I said or did without even realizing it. But whatever the reason, Vince has made it clear that he can't stand me. He'll roll his eyes every time I speak and make snarky comments under his breath. And when we're forced to work together on a project or assignment, he'll intentionally sabotage my efforts just to make me look bad.

I've tried talking to him about it, but he just brushes me off like I'm not even worth his time. I've even considered going to a teacher or counselor for help, but I don't want to seem like a tattletale. Plus, I'm embarrassed that I can't seem to get along with someone who is supposedly my peer.

I sometimes wonder if Vince's hostility towards me is actually a cover-up for something else. Maybe he's struggling with issues at home or has some personal insecurities he's trying to hide. But then I see him acting perfectly normal and friendly with other people, and I realize that it's just me he can't stand.

It's not like I hate Vince, per se. I just can't stand the way he treats me. It's frustrating to constantly be on the receiving end of his animosity and to have no idea why he dislikes me so much. I try my best to ignore him and just focus on my own work, but it's hard when he's always there, lurking in the background and waiting for a chance to make some snide remark.

I sometimes wonder what it would be like if Vince and I could actually get along. Maybe we could even be friends. But I know that's never going to happen. There's just too much animosity between us, and I don't know how to bridge the gap.

As much as I hate to admit it, Vince's negative attitude towards me has started to dampen my own spirits. I find myself feeling irritated and angry more often, and sometimes I even snap at other people who don't deserve it. I don't like feeling this way, but I don't know how to shake it off.

I never thought I'd see the day where I could tolerate being around Vince Dunn, let alone willingly attend a party with him. But as fate would have it, that day came sooner than I expected.

It started when we were paired up for a group project in our English class. At first, I was dreading it. I couldn't bear the thought of being stuck with Vince for an extended period of time. But as we got to work on the project, I started to notice something different about him.

He wasn't as hostile towards me as he used to be. In fact, he was actually being sort of civil. He even cracked a few jokes that made me laugh. It was like he was a different person entirely.

I still didn't entirely trust him, but something had shifted in our dynamic. We were no longer constantly bickering and arguing. It was almost...pleasant.

We finished the project with minimal sniping, and I couldn't help but feel like maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for us to get along.

Fast forward to the party. I wasn't even considering going, but a mutual friend of ours convinced me to come along. When I arrived, I was surprised to see Vince there as well. He was hanging out with a group of guys, laughing and joking around.

I couldn't help but feel nervous as I saw Vince at the party. I knew he had been avoiding me lately, but I hoped that maybe tonight we could finally talk things out.

I saw him standing there with his arms crossed, glaring at me and the guy I was with. I could feel the tension in the air and my heart sank.

I knew I had to talk to him, to explain that the guy I was with was just a friend. But as soon as I tried to approach him, he turned his back on me, refusing to even acknowledge my presence.

It hurt to see him like this. He was acting like I had committed some kind of crime.

I tried to enjoy the party, but every time I looked over at Vince, I could see the anger in his eyes. I could tell he was angry, but I didn't know how to make it better.

I wanted to speak to him and possibly become friends maybe? but he was too angry and stubborn to listen. And I didn't know what else to do.

Stepping out onto the porch to get some fresh air. I sit down quietly, drunk and busy with my thoughts. I hear the door slide open again.

The face that’s been playing non stop in my brain appears. As Vince and I found ourselves on the porch, alone. We were both slightly tipsy, and all of a sudden I found myself feeling a strange attraction towards him. It was like I was seeing him in a whole new light.

He must have felt it too, because before I knew it, we were making out on the porch. It was messy and clumsy, but it felt...right.

I woke up the next morning feeling both relieved and terrified. I had just kissed the guy Im supposed to hate and I wasn't sure where it was going to take us.

Surprisingly, the next day in class it was like all the hostility between us had been replaced by something else. Something warmer and deeper.

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thinking about mattys hands/fingers and just... so many things surrounding them. obviously encouraged by @nowshesdoingitallthetime to write this as kirke is the little devil on my shoulder telling me to be a whore on tumblr.com

(mediocre smutty thoughts below the cut as usual <3)

(also not proofread as usual lol <3)

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it starts with him fucking you in public, maybe in a changing room. I'm thinking at the beach.

the day starts blissfully, you're on a group holiday and decide to all go to the beach for a cute picnic. however, you're feeling evil. so unbeknownst to matty, you decide to wear your tiniest bikini. A pretty white number with frills and a little bow sitting between your tits. flimsy ties keep the whole thing on your body, and they are practically begging to be untied.

you wear a cover-up on the way to the beach, of course. but as soon as you get there, and Matty's is sitting on the towel below you, you strip off. You can immediately see his eyes shifting over your body even behind the dark sunglasses he's wearing.

his tongue darts out to wet his lips as you watch him drag his eyes up and down, checking you out shamlessly around his friends. you clock his hands tensing, fighting the urge to grab you and drag you back to the villa. but he knows he can't do that yet, so he does the next best thing to ensure he gets his hands on you.

"Sit down for me darling, gotta make sure you're properly covered, yeah?" he holds up the bottle of suncream and shakes it, offering you a cheeky smile as he does.

Well... who are you to say no? so you quite happily sit between his legs, letting your boyfriend get every inch of your skin covered. and perhaps you moan a bit louder than necessary, but it just feels so good.

you feel mattys hands freeze as you let out a particular sigh he knows too well. it's the very the same sound you make as he finally pushes his whole length into you. the same noise you make with that content smile on your face and every inch of him buried inside you.

his fingers are itching to slide down and untie the poor excuse for a bikini top. he has visions of groping you in front of everyone, letting them all listen to the pretty whimpers you make when he runs his calloused finger tips over your nipples. he thinks of the needy moans that rip out of your chest when he tweaks them, pulling at them meanly and then kissing away the pain. his mind runs wild as he envisions the breathless groans you make as he marks up your tits, holding one with his hand as he assaults the others with his mouth.

but, before he can think too hard, you're saying, "Thanks! <3" and pecking him on the cheek, running off into the sea and shooting him a quick wink as you run away. Once again, your "bikini" not leaving much for the imagination.

so obviously, within 5 minutes, he's in the ocean with you. and another 5 later, you've separated from the group and are sharing desperate kisses far away. matty groans as you shove your tongue in his mouth, desperately lapping and moaning as the taste of salty seawater fills your mouth. every kiss is perfectly needy and sticky, fuelling the fire growing inside you both.

matty is groping you below the water, grasping handfuls of your skin and teasing the bows that hold your bottoms up. As his hand slides gradually lower, you can't help but pull away with a gasp, studying the spit that strings between your kiss bitten lips.

"changing room. now." matty demands, already tugging you to shore.

it only takes a further 10 minutes for his shorts to be around his ankles and your bottoms thrown haphazardly somewhere in the small cubicle. matty is fucking you from behind, wet skin slapping against each other as he jackhammers his hips into you.

with every thrust he burrows himself impossibly deeper, hitting that spot that always makes stars dance across your vision. and you know you should be quiet, considering you're in public and all. but fucking hell, how can you as he pumps in and out of you? surely you cant be expected to be silent as his fingers slide down to rub at your clit whilst the others pull down the cups of your bikini top to play with your tits.

"such pretty tits, fuck wish I could see them. barely covered by that fucking top. you knew it would rile me up, yeah? wanted to get fucked in public like a slut." matty leans forward as he whispers in your ears, grinding himself further inside your desperate cunt. Shallowly thrusting and smirking at every one of the needy moans falling from your lips.

"You gonna be quiet for me, baby? or am I gonna have to gag you with my fingers?" his threat sounded more like a request, and after one more too loud moan from you, he was sticking his fingers in your mouth.

matty can't help but groan as he feels your tongue wrapping around his fingers, teasing them as they sit in your mouth. every moan you make is muffled by his digits, you have to bite them to stop yourself screaming as he fucks you at a brutal pace.

eventually, you're still too loud. and matty pushes his fingers deeper, moaning as he feels your throat constricting around them. "That's it, cmon baby just gotta take a little more. if you can't take my fingers down your throat how are you gonna take my cock, hmm? You've gotta clean me up after this, my dirty girl."

you can't help but cry out at his words, a weak promise muffled from behind his fingers. the sound of your desperation only fuels matty further. his fingers pushing deeper as his thrusts speed up, and you can tell he's close.

"there we go, fucking choke on my fingers. good girl. so good f'me" he grunts, pounding you relentlessly. you tighten your walls around him, smirking around his fingers when you feel his thrusts stutter.

"oh shit- that's it. such a good slut. fuck m'gonna cum. where do you want me?" matty throws his head back in bliss, rocking his hips as he feels your desperate cunt pulling him back in over and over again.

"insidhwhebmeh" you try to speak, but his fingers burrowed deep in your throat make you incomprehensible. matty pulls his fingers out, dragging his spit soaked digits down your lips and dropping them to grip around your throat.

"say it again for me baby, couldn't hear you over you choking on my fucking fingers." matty is fighting to hold himself together, holding off until he knows you're going to cum with him.

"inside me, please. wanna feel your cum dripping down my legs all day. fuck- cum with me please" you beg, your jaw dropping as you feel yourself nearing the edge faster and faster.

"shit- okay baby. that's it, cum for me. Good fucking girl" you finish immediately at his words, almost as if you just needed his permission before the rubber band inside you snapped.

matty fucks you through your orgasm, watching in awe as your whole body shakes, "That's it. keep cumming. god, you're so hot. holy shit."

the feeling of you pulsating around him was too much, and with a grunt matty finishes, burying himself as deep as he can inside you and filling you with his cum.

After a few weak thrusts, he pulls out. sighing heavily and leaning against the thin plastic wall behind him. his eyes flutter closed as he tries to catch his breath, but they're soon ripped back open by the feeling of you lapping at his half hard cock.

"gonna clean you up now, like I promised" you say with a sickly sweet smile, lapping at his cock and licking off the mixture of your relases, moaning as the musky taste overtakes your senses.

maybe he cums again in your mouth, or perhaps he pulls you up by your hair and shoves his tongue in your mouth to taste the mixture of you both.

anyway... yeah <3

returning to the group is a little awkward, your half limp and the satiated smile on mattys face tell them all they need to know. but after a light jab from George about your whereabouts, everyone lets it go.

that's until they're banging on the wall of your room in the villa and begging you both to stop fucking just for 5 minutes.

oopsie! <3

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CAN THEY DRIVE??

a/n this is my first time posting to this account... Exciting... Please feel free to lmk any of ur thoughts I feel like I kinda exaggerated certain characters teehee

Contains the brothers + dateables. Occasional mentions of gn mc. Truly about their driving skill

LUCIFER

-yes, has his driver's license

-puts on the appearance of someone who is good at driving and well-adjusted

-when he's alone or when things ramp up even a little, however, his road rage is actually insane

-will literally lay on the horn at anyone who slights him, even a little

-when he's not alone and feels the need to protect his pride, will still be an angry driver but in a far more subtle way

-turns on his high beams, rides people's bumpers, cuts people off and break-checks them any time he can't quite make a big scene

-even when he isn't driving, he's an insane backseat driver, but to different degrees depending on who's driving

-occasionally backseat drives for Beel, Asmo or Satan but definitely plays it up just to mess with Mammon in particular

-will backseat drive for mc out of concern rather than jest

-still annoying

-good at driving on the surface but his anger makes him far more prone to accidents than most, third best driver out of the brothers

MAMMON

-Yes, has his license - otherwise the car in his room would be redundant

-surprisingly good at driving, understands and obeys traffic laws, overly cautious at times

-not out of genuine respect for those laws, just out of care for his car

-wouldn't bother being subtle if another driver pulls a maneuver that has the potential to mess up his paint job, will scream out the window or lay on the horn

-immediately stops and speeds off if the other driver tries to reciprocate

-will be SO annoying if anyone tries to eat or drink in his car

-even water he'll demand is thrown out before entry

-his brothers hate it. Isn't as harsh about it towards mc, but will quickly revoke their special privileges if they end up actually spilling something

-constant cycle of those cologne-y tree air fresheners hanging from his rear view mirror

-has a million more unopened ones in the glove box

-car is clean at a glance, but trash is just barely hidden out of sight under car seats and in cup holders

-honestly pretty reliable driver, second best out of all his brothers

LEVIATHAN

-no, doesn't have a driver's license or a car

-says it's because he wouldn't even have anywhere to go, is partially correct in that assertion

-Mammon and Asmo tried to teach him to drive a while ago, he wanted to drive to a convention that was farther away

-couldn't so much as put the car in drive without panicking that he was imminently at threat of hitting something

-any time his foot even grazed the gas, he'd slam the breaks to the floor

-didn't take long to start crying about it

-Mammon stopped the short-lived lessons there, didn't want Levi's tears to ruin the interior of his car

-any time Levi needs a ride now, he'll either walk (very short distances), use public transportation (only if he can secure an isolated seat away from everyone else), or ask one of his brothers for a ride

-prefers when Barbatos drives him places the most and Mammon the least, although probably ends up being driven by Asmo the most

-if he did have a car, it would undoubtedly be painful

-COVERED in anime decals, maybe a custom wrap of Ruri-chan

-would probably be decent at driving if he got over his initial fears, but that's not going to happen

SATAN

-yes, he has his driver's license - it's just frequently suspended

-unlike Lucifer, will not wait until he's alone to exhibit severe road rage

-even worse than Lucifer, isn't above getting out of the car and slamming his fists against the driver's side window of whoever he's mad at

-backseat of his car is piled high with books he doesn't have room for at the HoL

-”sorry, you can just throw those in the back” -Satan, any time mc is trying to get into the front seat of his car

-seats and interior are probably also coated in cat hair, he can't stand to get rid of it

-so anyways back to his horrible road rage

-his repeated verbal (and physical) assaults on other drivers means his license is repeatedly (often) suspended

-when he needs transportation during these times he usually defaults to Beel

-on the few occasions he needs to resort to riding with Lucifer, he intentionally does shit to get him into trouble - diverting his eyes from the road and ruining his focus, reaching over and wiggling the wheel from Lucifer's hands, etc

-doesn't seem to truly question why his license, after being repeatedly suspended, has yet to be permanently revoked from him

-nor why it keeps getting reinstated faster than promised

-hint: it's Lucifer

-not a very good driver at all - being on the road has a way of bringing out anger even in people who are not normally prone to it, and sadly, Satan is nothing if not prone to anger

-when he isn't angry, he's exceptional at following traffic laws and probably has obscure details about them memorized

-jumps out of his car, even on the busiest intersections, whenever he sees a cat on the side of the road

-takes it home every time without fail

-this is actually a more pressing reason to keep him off the road compared to the traffic violations in the mind of Lucifer

-fifth best driver out of the brothers

ASMODEUS

-yes, has his driver's license

-his car is fucking insane

-fluffy pink steering wheel cover and dashboard cover AND seat covers, maybe a little leopard print thrown in, but only a little he's not an animal

-car is more heavily perfumed than Mammon’s, his air freshener hanging right next to the fluffy dice off of his rear view mirror

-backseat windows are tinted and one-directional, for Reasons

-will not drive unless music is blasting at full volume

-you can feel the vibrations from Britney Spears’s (or devildom equivalent) dulcet tones in your seat

-constantly on his phone while driving, taking photos and videos of himself, occasionally livestreaming

-projects the image of someone who does not care about traffic laws

-secretly a very good driver, never gets into accidents

-significantly more forgiving of other cars and much less prone to road rage than his brothers

-the best driver out of all of them

BEELZEBUB

-yes, has his license

-probably the most unremarkable driver out of all of them

-only got his license to take Belphie places, since he was the only one out of the two who could actually stay awake behind the wheel

-his shortcomings do not lie in his sin like Satan or Lucifer, but instead just from being a beefbrain

-not very perceptive, especially when he's driving to a restaurant or something - easily distracted by other goals and forgets the most important goal of driving

-don't hit things

-doesn't ever end up in a major accident, but may need to slam on the breaks from time to time

-apologizes accordingly for these instances

-car is overall not notable, depending on when you enter

-Lucifer makes him clean it weekly, otherwise fast food wrappers accumulate to the point of blocking the windshield

-keeps a pillow and blanket in the car for Belphie to nap with

-not a terrible driver, but not excellent either - fourth best out of the brothers

BELPHEGOR

-no driver's license

-literally no way he's going to stay awake behind the wheel

-tried to learn how to drive first so he could drive Beel places, but fell asleep while driving enough times and ran into enough things that they will not let him anymore

-felt apologetic about it at first, but got used to being driven by Beel everywhere quickly

-the movement of the car lulls him right to sleep anyways

-even if it isn't Beel driving he will fall asleep

-would prefer to sprawl out over the back seats but can fold himself up in the front seat if need be

-if he was capable of staying awake, would probably be a decent driver, if not very passive-aggressive

-would chronically drive under the speed limit like he's elderly

DIAVOLO

-Yes, has a driver's license - Barbatos insisted he got one, yet he hardly ever uses it

-almost always escorted places by designated chauffeurs or, less commonly, Barbatos himself

-thought getting his license would be his ticket to freedom, his teenage girl escape

-was so upset when he found out he wasn't even allowed to go to the DMV, everything was filed from the castle

-felt deprived of yet another commoner experience, still doesn't know why everyone hates the DMV so bad

-(stands for “devildom motor vehicles”)

-driving was fun for him at first, but since he doesn't really get the chance to drive normally it stopped being fun after a while

-even when he does get to drive, Barbatos’s backseat driving is insane

-double whammy if Lucifer is in the car too

-actually a pretty good driver, made sure to be responsible and study laws and techniques in advance

-doesn't even understand the concept of road rage, probably laughs it off every time someone pulls a dangerous maneuver in his proximity

-better driver than Lucifer, yet not on par with Asmo

BARBADOS

-yes, of COURSE he has a driver's license

-he's the one virtually everyone defaults to when they need a ride, anyways

-primarily transports Diavolo, but frequently helps the brothers get around too

-literally the safest possible driver you could ever dream of

-always doing the exact speed limit. Predicts unsafe drivers in his vicinity before they're even in his line of sight. Never slams the breaks or swerves for any reason

-got distracted once while parking, lightly scraped a curb

-the most horrified he's ever been

-dedicated the next few years to improving his driving skill, even though it was already exceptional

-dedicated driving gloves for every time he gets in the car

-very anal retentive about cleanliness in the car, especially

-hates having to crawl in there to clean shit up

-will obviously end up doing it eventually anyways. Sigh

-easily the best driver out of every other character, if not in the entire devildom

SIMEON

-no, he doesn't have a driver's license

-so fucking scared of cars

-he can hardly use a phone properly, still manages to cause problems with that, although understands how it could be worse

-a car is where it gets worse

-if he misclicks something on his phone, he may end up embarrassing himself a little, worst case scenario is a virus or needing to buy a new phone

-operating a car incorrectly could result in injury or death

-nobody bothers teaching him regardless, although he did greatly consider learning for a while, to help Luke get around easier

-just defaults to Barbatos instead

-it's probably a good thing he doesn't drive - without that fear of technology, especially of technology with high capacity to be harmful, he would probably be one of the worst drivers overall

SOLOMON

-yes, has a driver's license. Regrettably

-hardly uses it, only has a human world license, never bothered getting licensed in the devildom

-just teleports everywhere. Wiggles his fingers and does magic and goes where he wants instantly

-he literally predates the invention of cars so massively anyways so that's definitely what he did before cars too

-got a license because he thought it would be fun

-also the human world started actually cracking down on ID, he couldn't get away with the trust-based system that humanity used to operate off of

-human world officials are confused when he presents them with a driver's license twenty whole years out of date, however

-especially when his face is the exact same as the photo on his crazy old, visibly weathered license - as if he mysteriously hadn't aged…

-probably ends up in some kind of “man from Taured” style myth eventually

-might be the man from Taured actually

-fucking sucks at driving also

[cassiesdevblog]

Mario 64's Perfect, Beautiful, Pure Control Scheme

(and how later Mario games gunk it all up)

Hello gunky gloopers! Let me take you on a journey. So, Mario 64's controls are like this:

Joystick: Run

A: Jump

Z: Crouch

B: Punch

But in my beautiful, perfect mind palace (and probably yours too, even if you never thought about it), they're actually more like this:

Joystick: Lateral

A: Up

Z: Down

B: Attack

And now, through abstraction, we are beginning to see the light

Part I: Utopia

Each of these main 4 inputs has a consistent association with one of these directions (or attacking). 64 understands that, while a 2D platformer could use just the stick or D-pad to cover both of its axes of movement, a 3D game's joystick is working full time controlling just one plane, so the orphaned up and down inputs were rehoused to A and Z

That's how Mario 64 builds out an intuitive moveset much wider than just 4 basic actions. In fact, essentially every combination of these main 4 inputs creates a logical outcome

Press down in the air and, predictably, Mario will go down via ground pound

Combine some lateral movement with both a down and up input and you get the long jump: a long, low jump that you can think of as resulting from the upward and downward forces cancelling out

Press attack while holding down to do... the crouching breakdancey low kick move thing. It's highly redundant, but it's a monument to Mario 64's dedication to this idea of a complete palette of moves intuitively resulting from combining these fundamental inputs

Even in particular contextual states like climbing poles or hanging on ledges, you can rely on these directional associations to control Mario without even thinking about it. Nobody ever told you you could press Z to drop down off a ledge or tree, but you might have done it anyway without being told

Now, these associations are stretched or broken in some contexts, like when flying or swimming, but I love the wing cap so much you'll never get me to slander it. Future Mario games, however...

Part II: Decay

While 64 flirted with impurity in specific contexts, future games would start to let impurities seep into Mario's core moveset

In Super Mario Sunshine, the L button centers the camera and makes Mario sidestep when on the ground... and it also makes him ground pound when in the air. I am currently doing deep breathing exercises

In Super Mario Odyssey, pressing ZL/ZR in the air and then Y leads to... a forward dive. Now, Y does have a relatively consistent association with forward movement in this game, but down and then forward resulting in a move that only pushes Mario forward is pretty tenuous, especially given how often players will use this move. And, while most of Odyssey Mario's moveset is consistent enough about using ZL/ZR as down buttons... you can't use them to drop off ledges. I try to every time, and every time absolutely nothing happens and a piece of my soul leaves my body to wander the cosmos forever

...well, at least the game is more diligent about keeping these directional associations alive when in the water than Mario 64 is...!

Part III: Change

Now, look. The loss of the purity of the control schemes in 3D Mario games is absolutely devastating and I still have not recovered. But... I do recognize that later games had particular goals with their movesets that couldn't so cleanly just be mashed into the standards of purity that SM64 set. Not without sacrificing some of what their movesets were all about

Sunshine needed a button to help with aiming FLUDD, which wouldn't have really been helpful in the air anyway, so it's understandable it was also used for the ground pound. Odyssey needed a way to disambiguate an aerial Y/"forward" input into either a cap throw or a dive so you could do cool fancy tricks and find those coins everyone lost their minds about on top of that underground building. And if they patched in the ability to drop off ledges with ZL/ZR, then the lost pieces of my soul would return to my body with a newfound wisdom gained from wandering the stars, and I would ascend out of my physical body to a new, heightened mode of existence and lose the ability to touch a controller, and then I'd never get to spend my evenings gleefully, repeatedly dropping off ledges with Z in Mario 64 again :(

(By the way, a game I worked on just came out! It's a tough 2D platformer with a surreal, haunting aesthetic and I'm honored I got to get into all the little crevices and polish them all up because it's such a cool project. It was spearheaded by my friend @zombielesbean. Go play it!!!)

[shinehyuk]

loverboy | yang jungwon

| Genre : yandere, horror(?)

ㅡ Summary : a mysterious secret admirer leaves love letters in your locker every morning. but one day, love letters become a thing of the past.

Word Count : 2.4k

tw/cw : obsession, toxic relationship, abuse, kidnapping, implied murder, violence, heavy themes, please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such themes!!

a/n : SURPRISE!!! I'M SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG :( HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVELY BAE KAT @lmaoskz THIS IS FOR YOU I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS AND THAT YOUR BIRTHDAY IS THE VERY BEST!!!! I LOVE YOU <3333

“lover boy” – "one who is enamored, person in love"

...

Good morning, my love.

I hope you slept well. Have you packed lunch? Make sure to eat. You have an exam today, right? I put the answers to the test in your Math book in case you need them. It wasn't easy obtaining them, so I truly hope that you will appreciate my gesture.

As always, I love you very much, my pretty. I wish that I can tell you that in person one day.

With love,

Your Loverboy

You frown as you read the note, rolling your eyes and tucking it into the corner of your locker where all the other letters resided. There were quite a good amount of them.

It all started about a year ago, when you transferred schools. You just felt like you didn't fit in. But with your new class, you were at home. Everything was amazing, other than the letters and a particular classmate that you found secretly staring at you quite often. Whenever you tried to talk to him, he'd avert your gaze or stutter – which was completely fine; he may be just really shy, you thought. But the staring was different. It wasn't shy at all. It was.. dark, somehow. You instantly got an odd, nervous feeling every time you accidentally locked eyes during his staring. Of course, he'd always instantly look away and try to be more secret with it the next time.

But maybe it's just you. You decided not to think more about it, quickly gathering your books and shutting your locker. The notes were way more creepy than the male in your class. They were never sweet, cute love notes. It was more of an obsessed feeling. Whoever was writing them must be very desperate. They never missed a day. You already contacted everyone you could about the strange letters, but nothing came out of it.

They were not afraid of going overboard, either, for example, the exam answers. How did they even gain access to your locker to be able to put the answers in your Math book? You definitely weren't going to use them, especially since they probably used some shady method to obtain them; and who says that the notes can't be wrong? You didn't want to fail your test, not because of a creep that just can't get the hint that you do not wish for the love letters to continue. You tried everything. Covering the openings of your locker, waking up extra early to guard the locker, all of it. Somehow, the letter still always managed to get in there, often associated with the irritation of the author of them. They'd express their anger on paper, sometimes by scribbles over words, writing in red ink or the paper being all creased up. Usually, the note would be neat, the handwriting fancy, maybe a couple red hearts on the other side of the paper. But not on days you'd get the author annoyed.

You walked to your class, greeting all your classmates with a slight bow and sitting on your seat. You decided to take a look at the answer exams that your secret admirer has acquired for you, searching for them in your Math book. The answers were, in fact, there. And they made sense, too, but you weren't going to cheat on such an important test. Even if they were good, you'd still be risking getting caught. You crumbled the note in your hand, throwing it back into your bag so you can safely throw it out at home.

The classes passed by quickly, but once again, you could feel that you had a certain pair of eyes on you. Finally, it was time for the exam. You did well, not using any additional help like the previous answer note.

The week went by quickly, as always filled with love letters every single day.

'Did you use the notes I gave you? Did you do well?'

'Are you eating well at home, too? Or should I start preparing you meals, too?'

'I saw you looking at that boy yesterday. He's not your loverboy, so don't even think about it. I'm joking, of course. Or am I?'

However, on Monday, you got quite a memorable note, as it came with a gift. It was a photo. A photo of you walking home. Clearly taken from a hiding place.

Good morning, my love.

Did you sleep well this time, too? I hope so.

Today, I wanted to do something special for you. You may not remember, but it's actually our anniversary. It's been a year since I've given you my first love letter and introduced myself as your loverboy. This is a gift from me to you. Don't worry, I've got a copy, so you can have this one. I sincerely hope that you appreciate your beauty as much as I appreciate it.

With love,

Your Loverboy

You wanted to puke. You could not handle this anymore. Running to the bathroom, you slid down the wall and buried your head into your hands. This has gone too far.

But who can help you? Everyone, including the police, thinks this is some sick joke that your classmates are playing on you, especially since you're "new". They think they want to play with your feelings. Students are ruthless sometimes, they say. But you know that this is not a joke. It can't be a joke. It just can't.

"Wrong door?" A familiar male voice had you putting your head up. It was a popular male student that everyone loved. He wasn't the typical bad boy or selfish, spoiled type of popular boy; he was nice to everyone while also maintaining a sense of charisma. You liked him, too. Maybe even a bit too much.

"I'm sorry" You stood up, hurrying out of the bathroom in embarrassment. No way that your crush just saw you like this.

On the floor. Crying. In a men's bathroom.

Just why did this have to happen to you? Nothing seems to go your way. Maybe it's time to transfer schools again.

"Wait" He stopped, gently holding your arm. "Want to talk about it? You look like you need someone who will listen."

"..in the men's bathroom?"

"No, silly. I know a place, come on." He smiled, leading you out. The next thing you know, you were standing on the rooftop of the school, watching more and more students enter the school. "So, what's the matter? You can tell me, I won't laugh."

"It's just.. someone's been putting these weird love notes in my locker." You said, explaining your situation to him. His gaze shifted from worried and sweet to an angry one as you spoke.

"What the hell? That 'loverboy', however he calls himself; he's obviously insane." The male scoffed, gifting you a pack of tissues from his backpack so you could wipe your tears. "If no one will do anything about him, we will, okay? How about we switch lockers? Mine's in a more visible spot, so more people can keep an eye out for him."

"N-No, I couldn't possibly ask that of you. It's okay." You assured.

"No, it's not. The next thing he could do is hurt you or someone else. You have to fight back, and I'll help you." He smiled, wrapping you in a tight hug. "It'll be okay."

You trusted him. It's not like you had anyone else to turn to right now, anyways. Everyone could be the 'loverboy'. But not him. He was too popular; people would notice.

The entire time you were talking, you couldn't shake off the feeling that you were being watched. But no one else was on the rooftop with you, so why? It surely must've been your mind playing games on you again. You've had a tough day and needed rest.

"You should go home. Get everything out of your locker and we'll exchange keys tomorrow, okay?" He smiled warmly, patting you on the head.

"Thank you so much" You returned his smile, having new hope that this entire chaos can be finally stopped with the help of your new friend.

A day passed. You exchanged your lockers. Surprisingly, when the male opened your locker that was now his, there was no note there. You went to open your locker. A familiar love letter appeared before your eyes, making you bite down on your cheek in frustration. Hopefully someone saw the culprit, at least. Deciding to let it go and not read the letter, you put your stuff in the locker and went to your class.

—

Jungwon sighed out, leaning against the wall as he watched you leaving the locker room, not even bothering to glance at the contents of his note. That's just too bad, isn't it? That letter, just like all the others, was important, but this one was important in particular. It contained a warning. But if you're that ignorant of his love, then so be it. It only makes everything more fun. He smirked, running his fingers through his hair. Soon, he won't need to write you any silly love letters anymore. He had a better plan.

You don't have to read love letters. You can just throw them out, like you always do. But you do have to listen to someone who forces you to listen, whether you want it or not. You can't throw that person out. Jungwon thinks of it as an upgrade that he will bring to life very, very soon. Sooner than you might expect.

But not tonight. Tonight, he has a different mission. It's a very simple one.

Eliminate the threat.

—

This day passed quickly for you, and you could move straight into the next one, hoping that today, something may have changed.

And it did. You couldn't find two things.

First, your new male best friend. Second, a new love letter.

You had mixed feelings. You felt like something very, very bad was about to happen. It was almost like you could feel it. Aren't you supposed to be happy about not finding a new note? Maybe the 'loverboy' has given up, seeing that the locker is now more visible to the public and he doesn't want to put himself at risk? You truly hoped so.

The day slowly came to an end, and you didn't notice anything weird at all. It was just a very calm, normal day for you. The most normal yet.

You finished packing everything into your locker, ready to head home. Suddenly, you were stopped by the male that you always had odd feelings about.

"Jungwon?" You thought out loud, the male nodding.

"I, uh, know that this is sudden, but would you like to be my partner for the Art project? I'm not sure I understand the theme very well, and you're good at Art, so.." He scratched the back of his head, an innocent smile on his face. "Help me out?"

You weren't sure what to say for a good few seconds, surprised. He never spoke to you first before. His sudden question was surprising, but maybe it was a good chance for you two to get to know each other better? You think that everyone needs a chance to prove themselves, and so you decided not to turn him down. Maybe you can even become good friends?

"Yeah, sure!" You smiled. "So, uh, do you mind if we do it at your place? Mine is kind of a mess right now."

Precisely, you have spent the night trying to figure out who might be your secret admirer. Jungwon was also amongst the many suspects, but you thought that he was too shy to bother you to such an extent. Your room was a big, big mess, and you didn't want the male to know what was going on. Perhaps if you became closer?

Jungwon's smirk appeared as quickly as it disappeared, the male nodding. That was the plan, of course; the plan was also, if you didn't agree, drag you there by force, but he was glad that he didn't need to resort to such drastic measures towards you. "Yeah, why not? Should we go now?"

You ended up at his house, which was surprisingly close to the school. You walked there while chatting and getting to know each other for a bit, feeling bad that you thought he was weird before. The more you talked with him, the more you changed your mind about the male. He was actually kind of sweet.

"You've got a nice place" You said, putting your bag in the living room.

"Thanks, I try my best" He chuckled, going upstairs while gesturing at you to follow him. You followed him to his room, the male closing the door behind you. "Well, make yourself at home." You're going to spend some time here, so might as well already start adjusting, no?

You looked around his room while he got the supplies needed for the art project you were going to be working on together. It was a very neat, organized room. Nothing was out of place. You actually kind of liked it; it definitely suited someone like Jungwon.

A few hours have passed before you finally finished the project, high-fiving Jungwon for your hard work. One thing you noticed is that while doing the project, he was the one doing the most work. You didn't know that he was so good at art. Was he lying about not understanding the theme?

"Well, I should really get going. It was fun" You smiled, searching for your phone that you were sure that you put on his desk.

"So fast?" He chuckled. "Can't you stay a little longer?"

"I really have to go, sorry. But I'll see you tomorrow"

The male blocked the door, locking it. "I don't think you understand," He snickered. "You aren't going anywhere."

"What?" You frown.

"I'm not letting you go. Maybe if you read that last note, you'd know."

"I-I'm sorry, I'm not following–"

"Silly little thing, can't you connect the dots already?" He chuckled, coming up to you and caressing your cheek. "I'm your loverboy."

You widen your eyes as he lightly kisses your forehead. No, no, no, no, no. This can't be happening.

"N-No, Jungwon, please–"

"I waited for this for so long" He sighed, putting his forehead against yours. "And now, you're finally mine."

The last thing you saw before you blacked out was a scrap of metal hitting you and Jungwon's obsessed gaze. It's the end. But don't worry.

The loverboy is going to take good care of you.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ a/n ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

once again i hope you enjoyed it!!! I HOPE ALL YOUR BDAY WISHES WILL COME TRUE!!! <33 ILYSM

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‣ Taglist :

@atiny-chocolate-chip @lmaoskz <- the bday girl!!!!! @sunoo-bby  @heemingyu @nikipedia07 @effulgentfireflies @annoyingbitch83

[thewolvesof1998]

Last Line/Tibet Tuesday

Thanks for all the tags! I'm pretty sure I've been tagged by everyone at this point 😂

I do have something to share, this is from a new WIP (I know, I know, I don't need another WIP but I just couldn't help myself and @eddiediaztho is a bad influence) I'm affectionately calling it The Heatwave Fic and it was inspired by me being stuck in the heatwave in London and being delusional from the heat...

Eddie has many regrets in his life, lying on the floor of the cabin in the middle of a heat wave with his six foot two best friend pressing into his side while they were both trying to stay cool under the pitiful breeze of the ancient ceiling fan had the possibility to be high on that list. He turns his head to be confronted with a tattooed and freckle-covered shoulder, he can’t remember when they decided to strip down to their boxers but at the time it had seemed like a good idea, he wasn’t sure about that now considering this was the third time he’d found himself turning to stare at the miles of bare skin.  “Eddie?”  “Hmm?” He drags his eyes up over collarbones, an Adams apple, a chin that had more stubble than usual, lips that Buck had been nervously chewing on and off for the past three days and up until he finally meets eyes as bright as they are blue. So blue in fact that they somehow made his throat even more parched than it already was, he was truly getting delusional from the heat. “Eddie.” “Buck.” “I’m lying in a pool of my own sweat.” He grimaces, “Gross.”  “Eddddiiiieeee” Buck drags his name out in a whine that sounds an awful lot like Chris or maybe Chris sounds an awful lot like Buck, either way, Eddie finds it endearing as much as it is childish. He’s truly lost his mind.  “We have to save water.” He knows what Buck wants, another shower, but they’ve got a limited supply of water and they don’t know how long this heatwave will last.  Buck rolls over to face him, “But I’m so hot.”  Eddie snorts but his reply dies in his throat as his eyes flicker down to Buck’s chest and the way his pecks are squished together in his new position. He wants to bite them, see if they are just as soft as they look. The inappropriate thought causes his cheeks to warm and he can only hope that it blends in with the heat-induced flush that has been present on both of their faces the past few days.  “Just,” He waves his hand in the air, “think about something else,” he mumbles as he trains his eyes up to the ceiling as if the wooden rafters are the most interesting thing he’s seen in years and swears he’s not going to look at Buck until he’s sure he can control himself.  “Like what?” “I don’t know,” He says as he manages a half-decent shrug while lying flat on his back, finding what looks like faces in the wooden beams.  “What are you thinking about?” Buck asks, his voice is low and a little throaty and Eddie blames the lack of sleep for the goosebumps that rise on his arms. Because Buck’s probably just got a dry throat from the heat and here Eddie is lying sexualising his best friend, like a fucking creep. 

And the last line which is a continuation of the above tibet:

Eddie clears his throat, “Uh, that looks like a dog,” He points up to one of the particular doggish faces in the grain of the wooden beams like they’re cloud-watching because he is sure as hell not going to say ‘Oh I was wondering if you would sound like that after I fucked your brains out’. 

Tagging everyone because I honestly don't have the energy to figure out who's already tagged me and who hasn't sooo....

@wikiangela​​ @wildlife4life​ ​ @alyxmastershipper​ @disasterbuckdiaz @spotsandsocks @try-set-me-on-fire @jesuisici33​ @bekkachaos @buddierights @forthewolves @911-on-abc @hippolotamus @shitouttabuck @911onabc @exhuastedpigeon @eddiediaztho @your-catfish-friend @loserdiaz @ladydorian05 @watchyourbuck @king-buckley @chaoticgremlinwholikescheese @fortheloveofbuddie @sammy-souffle @steadfastsaturnsrings @mangacat201 @theotherluciferr @cowboy-buddie @eowon @rainbow-nerdss @nmcggg

[sleepyxxhead]

༉‧₊˚. flufftober 2023!!

WEEK 3: Protective!Kirishima x Reckless!Reader

CONTENT: sick!reader, Kirishima calls reader “pretty”

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

CHARACTERS:Kirishima Eijiro x fem!reader

NOTES:DFSAFLKD WEEK 3 :000 i feel like flufftober has really motivated me to write so i kind of want to do something like flufftober every month but maybe only like 2 works per month! idk just a thought :)

You had always been reckless.

Your family was perhaps one of the most careful and reserved families in your community growing up, but you were the shining star amidst the dark, black, sky. You were outspoken, reckless, and incredibly fragile. Your family chided you everyday for getting a scrape on your knee, getting into a fight at recess, or playing in the rain too much; but still, they were always there to patch you up. 

When you finally got into your dream school U.A. and moved in, you didn’t have anyone to tend to your wounds anymore. When you took it a little too far during training, no one was in your dorm to help heal you.

Until Eijirou.

He had noticed that you were always getting hurt or sick from being too careless, so he decided to check up on you one day after training. And there you were, trying to get an ice pack stay on your ankle. He chuckled a bit before helping you to properly wrap your foot. He stayed with you, holding the ice pack to your swollen ankle and making light conversation. You had a great time with him despite the immense pain shooting up your leg; laughing at his jokes or his charming stupidity.

From that night on, Eijirou came to check on your every night, tending to your wounds, taking care of you if you were sick, or just keeping you company. You became close friends, hanging out during most of your free time. 

There was one particular week when you had a really bad cold and Ei had to stay the night in your room to make sure you were okay. It was during this week that your relationship blossomed into something even more; you both realized your feelings for each other and by the end of the week, the red headed boy confessed to you. 

“Mina-chan! Let’s go to the store!” you called to your friend from the kitchen. “We need some more snacks.”

“Can’t you get Sato to bake something for you? It’s pouring rain,” she whined from her spot on the couch. 

“Come on! I’ll pay~” you urged, trying to drag her off of the sofa.

In an instant, she hopped up, grabbing her purse. “Well why didn’t you lead with that? Let me get my umbrella!” 

You waited by the door, scrolling through your phone as you slipped your shoes on. 

“Aren’t you going to bring an umbrella?” your friend asked you. 

“No, I don’t need one,” you said dismissively, opening the front doors to the dorms. “Let’s go.”

After grabbing too many a couple snacks from the convenience store, you and Mina headed back, both holding two plastic bags of food each. “We definitely got too much,” Mina sighed, looking down at her bags.

“No such thing as too much snacks.” You shrugged as you walked back into the kitchen, setting your bags down.

You noticed an itchy feeling rising in your nose, but ignored it, putting the snacks into the pantry. “Everyone! Mina and I got…!” you trailed off, feeling a sneeze coming on. Achoo! you covered your mouth with your elbow, furrowing your eyebrows. “...snacks.”

As you went on with your day, you kept sneezing and sniffling, you nose was almost completely clogged up, and your head was throbbing.

You laid down in your bed, scrolling through your phone for a while before Eijirou came to check up on you.

“Hey, you okay? You’ve been sniffling and stuff a lot today,” he asked, knocking on your open door.

You held out a thumbs up for him, because you knew that if you spoke, he’d realize that you were completely congested. 

“You sure? You went out in the rain earlier today.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

Again, you only held out a thumbs up. 

He strode across your room to your bed, handing you a glass of water and some cold medicine. “Come on, I know you’re sick.”

You sighed before sitting up to take the medicine. You gulped down all the cool water, not realizing how thirsty you were.

He sat at the foot of your bed for a while, scrolling through his phone, showing you funny tiktoks he saw, and grabbing you whatever you needed.

Despite his efforts however, your cold only got worse. You couldn’t go to school, so he always made sure you had everything you needed and came back to check on you as soon as he could. 

He made sure you took your medicine, refilled your water everytime it was empty, made you food (to the best of his abilities he tried), and kept you company. Over the week, it seemed like you had spent more time together than you had spent with your own parents. You had never noticed how handsome he was, with his shark-toothed smile, toned muscles, and big, red, puppy dog eyes.

You found yourself falling in love with your best friend, but you didn’t know how to tell him. Every time he tucked you into bed or gave you head scratches, blood would rush to your face, turning it a bright red. You started to want to see him even more, even if it meant staying sick. That’s part of the reason you were sick for a whole week: you didn’t want to stop spending so much time with Eijirou. 

Of course it was selfish, you knew that much. You were trying to spend more time with your crush by making him take care of you. But you just couldn’t help it — he was too charming and caring.

By the end of the week when you were starting to get better, you finally confessed to Eijirou when he came back into your room from filling your glass of water. You had been thinking about it all week long, and you blurted it out before you could even think about what you wanted to say.

“I like you.”

His eyes widened, a surprised look on his face. “I-I like you too, Y/n,” he chuckled while rubbing the back of his neck. He set the water down on your bedside table, while he sat at the foot of your bed. “What made you say that all of a sudden?” 

You laughed together about the awkward way you confessed, but ultimately ended up cuddled up next to each other, watching a movie.

“You’re gonna get sick, y’know?” you told him as he wrapped his arm around your side.

“It’s okay, pretty. I won’t,” he said, rubbing your back.

Soon, you were too tired to pay attention to what was happening in the movie anymore. You turned to snuggled your face into his shoulder.

“Screen’s that way, Y/n,” he teased.

You only hummed into his shoulder, cuddling into him even more.

“Okay, okay,” he whispered as he shut his laptop. “Rest up, darling.”

You were half asleep at this point, barely registering what he was saying to you. All you were thinking about were his arms wrapped around you and his fingers running through your hair.

NOTES:AHHH this was literally so late it's week 4 now *sobs* IM SO SORRYYYY jfdksla;jfsda

have a nice day cutie <33

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Another OJV friendship that is my fav is Kenny and Kyle, I was wondering if you wanted to talk about them because I live for your Headcannons and tumblr extras 🤓

I ALSO live for the headcanons and tumblr extras and OK ORANGEJUICEVERSE KENNY AND KYLE LETS GOOOOOO!!!

So like, Kenny is EASILY styles closest friend other than each other. And OJV Ken is pretty much everyone’s go-to, like Stan running to him when he feels like he fucked up, Marj and Cartman knowing Kenny’s down with a scheme, but it’s a little different with Kyle.

Kyle is 100% the mom friend of the group. And the WHOLE REASON he’s like that with everybody is because growing up, he was the one to jump in as the voice of reason (especially when the Disaster Duo gets goin) and always took care of his people. And who needs taken care of the most? Kenny.

Kyle is CONSTANTLY scolding him for not taking care of himself, doing crazy shit, yes he’s amused by a lot of the antics, but when the logic takes the forefront, he’s all Sheila mode “DR PEPPER DOESNT COUNT AS WATER ESPECIALLY IF YOURE GOING TO A BLOOD DRIVE” “aw it’s fine Ky I got it covered” “no,” *throws a water bottle at him* “I’ve got YOU covered”

Kyle’s super supportive of Kenny’s career, too. That’s not only his bestie but also his metaphorical son. He is SO hyping up every new painting and sculpture, the first person Ken shows new work to bc not only is it gonna be a confidence boost, but Kyle will also have suggestions when he’s stuck.

Kenny, our darling chaotic comic relief friend who hides his own issues behind a grin and a joke and a guardian angel complex, is VERY protective of Kyle. Nearly as much as Stan is. OJV Kenny is a LITTLE GUY, even shorter than Kyle is, but he’s POWERFUL and has every creative solution to get the gang out of a bind, and he’s really friendly with everyone he meets, and people automatically open up to him. On top of that, he is REALLY good at reading people. Kenny’s super perceptive. He sees when someone in his found family has something going on, even before they say something. Ken was the first to be suspicious of what was going on with Ky in high school, brought it up to Stan, who said “I know dude. He’s stressed as shit but I don’t want to piss him off by telling him to relax”, like Kenny does people EXPERTLY; at 14 he knew it wasn’t his place to stage an ed intervention and knew he had to wait for Kyle to hit the point where he either hit rock bottom or came forward on his own.

On the note of Kenny’s emotional intelligence, I mean, come on. Artists in particular see creative solutions to problems, read the energy around us. And Kenny… oh my GOD that boy is a force to be reckoned with in strategy. Which is WHY he and Kyle are BANNED from teaming up in any game. They’re too powerful together. Poker? Fuckin forget about it those two are DESTROYING EVERYONE they are way too smart and between Kyle’s own abundant perceptiveness and Kenny’s people skills they’re not fucking around lmfao. I also find it extremely iconic that while both Ken and Stan are super smart, you put them together and they are sharing a singular brain cell, doing the dumbest shit, and Kyle is RIGHT THERE telling them off for it.

Kenny is so so incredibly thoughtful though too. He is absolutely the person you want to go to if you need a shoulder to cry on, and Kyle, who is the other person in the gang who gets relied on emotionally a lot, does go to him.

Thank u for the ask man live laugh love orange juice

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I found old notes from 2 years ago with my favorite devnotes for Astarion’s phrases (a couple are still in the game)

Finally. Let's have some fun. "You've been bored, now you're ready to rip someone's throat out."

Please, it's no challenge. Just a friendly little murder between chums. "Reassuring, then very chipper"

(if you play as a rogue and robbed Mirkon on the shore) You villain! I didn't know you had it in you. "Shocked at first, then a little coy/even flirty."

No! Stop it! Stop it, you wretched worm! "Distressed, furious, maybe banging a hand against his head." "Starts off scolding, but is very angry by the third line. This thing has invaded his head - Astarion has no tolerence for that."

Yes! And I thought you weren't any fun. "Excited, slightly feral \"yes!\" as Astarion starts to let the animal out." (😏)

They're devoted to this Absolute. Whatever it is. / Seems like a popular little deity, whoever they are. / Oh I like these two. All zeal and no brains. "Nearly hungry tone. He's ready to take advantage of their belief in him."

It's almost enough to make you feel sorry for gnomes! "He's trying to joke \"haha, you'd even feel sorry for a gnome!\" but it's a transparent attempt to cover up how uncomfortable slavery makes him feel." Slavers, torturers, and hells' knows what else. "Muttered with disgust." (I've never heard this dialogue in early access and in the full release either)

I must see this. Don't you dare say no. "Excited to see your companion beaten bloody by a flaggellant priest. " It was a fine strike. Excellent form! "Calling out - as if cheering on the priest." I mean, I had my hopes. "response to 'would you have joined up with them if you knew they were into being whipped?'" Oh, bravo! Encore! "Clapping, thrilled to see your companion take a lash from a whip" My my. Who knew our friend had so much blood in them? "To Shadowheart. You're both standing there, casually watching your friend being whipped."

(conversation after the third Daisy dream, early access thing) I'm glad someone is using their power. We need every advantage, after all. "stress 'someone'. He's saying 'At least Gale's using it, unlike you.'" What's the harm? We had a bad dream - nothing more. "You think everyone's making a big deal over nothing. They think you're playing with fire." Someone here' is trying to make sure we survive this debacle. I traded power for a bad dream, forgive me. "'Someone here = he's talking about himself. Sarcastic 'Forgive me' - he believes he did the right thing"

I want to wake up beside a handsome virgin every morning, but life doesn't give us what we want. Can we kill this 'god' now? "Tired of this conversation. A 'God' (who's clearly some mouthy git pretending to be a god) has just told the player he wants them to sacrifice you. You're not impressed."

(Omeluum's ring reaction from early access) A pretty thing. And at least it offers us some protection from the tadpole. "stress on 'some' - you'd prefer more protection." (Daisy dream reaction once again not in the game) Darling, I'd like to see you try. "Coldly. Someone's just threatened to kill you if you use a particular power again." I traded power for a bad dream, forgive me. "He doesn't believe he did anything wrong. 'So sue me' energy." And I reckon someone's trying to help us survive this debacle. "responding to 'I reckon I know who used the tadpole'. Astarion used it and thinks he was justified."

"The player protected Astarion from Gur Hunter either by killing the Hunter or by not revealing the location of the camp. Gale is being rather sarcastic about protecting Astarion." Is anyone else feeling parched all of a sudden? "He wants to drink Gale's blood then and there." I'll help you remember. "Threatening."

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Gorgons & Coffee Grounds - (a.p)

Pairing: ajax petropolus x normie!reader

Summary: curiosity takes over when an unfamiliar set of brown eyes appear at your usual hangout spot.

Warnings: slow burn. reader has no knowledge about ajax being a gorgon. (please let me know if I should be aware of anything else)

Listening to: you and me- Lifehouse & love- Lana del rey,

A.N: we all know ajax can’t take a hint for the life of him but for the sake of this fic, let’s pretend he’s a little bold. and can we all admit we want to either own a coffee shop or a flower shop in another life? no? just me?

It was almost like you lived in the weathervane. If no one knew any better, they’d say you were glued to your unassigned assigned booth. You appreciated the aroma of freshly roasted coffee, the sight of groups of friends who’d meet up after class and it definitely helped that Tyler would provide free refills considering you were a regular. Today was no different.

"Thanks, Tyler" you thanked as the charming barista served you a cup of hot, freshly brewed coffee.

He gave you his million dollar smirk, "Anything for you, pretty lady." and he left you alone to indulge in whichever book seemed to be your monthly fixation.

You never seemed to be bothered by the constant tinkling of the little bell that sat above the weathervane entrance. But for some strange reason, you found yourself peering up from your chapter and toward the figure entering the coffee shop. You encountered a pair of brown eyes as you turned your attention to the door. A captivating pair that you've never seen in here before. You were here every day, sipping on your coffee and were certain that you would never forget eyes like his.

The boy with the mysterious brown eyes kept walking toward the cash register, hands shoved deep in the pocket of his hoodie. Despite the fact that your attention was drawn back to the book in front of you, you carefully listened to his conversation with Tyler, even though you didn’t exactly intend on being nosy.

“Hey dude, I'll uh- get a regular iced coffee to go," now sliding his cash on the counter toward Tyler.

You couldn't help but question whether he was new in town. Jericho wasn't particularly a large city so everyone knew each other, you would have definitely heard about a new transfer— especially if he was this good looking. You slowly raised your head from your book and directed your gaze his way. He had on cargo pants, a loose-fit hoodie, and an apricot colored beanie that covered his hair. Given that it was spring, you found his choice of wardrobe questionable. While the temperature undoubtedly drops significantly at night, during the day it was practically a sauna. Your eyes gradually travelled up his body till they landed on his eyes that were already fixed on you. As you swiftly turned your head back toward the book, you were sure your cheeks had become a slight shade of pink.

‘Nice going. You definitely look like a total creep now’ your inner voice spoke.

“Here you go, ajax” Tyler called from behind the counter as he handed the iced caffeinated drink to the boy who your mind couldn’t shut up about. What was it about him?

Ajax.

Ajax smiled, "Thanks man, I'll see you tomorrow," before taking his drink and exiting the weathervane.

You were now en route to the eatery, as usual. However, today you spent about an hour deciding what to wear. Although you never gave much thought to what you would wear to a coffee shop, you had a pretty solid excuse to put on your best outfit.

"Hey ty, I'll do the usual," gasping for air as you rummaged through your wallet.

“A white mocha with vanilla sweet cream foam coming up, is there any particular reason you’re all dressed up?” He reached for the steaming pot from the coffee machine with furrowed eyebrows.

“This old thing?” You chuckled nervously as his eyes roamed the upper half of you body that was visible to him from behind the counter. “I um- just came back from dinner at my grandparents house” you lied.

He handed you the cup and gave you a perplexed expression, "It's 5:30. . ."

You lied once more, "early dinner." You refused to reveal the underlying reason behind today's clothing effort. It sounded quite rational to you in your head. Repeating it out loud? Perhaps not so much.

“Okay then, not like I’m complaining," he said, raising his hands in surrender. "You look beautiful." Tyler handed you back some change, which you hurriedly stuffed into your wallet before proceeding to your usual seat.

You never paid any mind to Tyler’s playful words. He was notorious for flirting and flashing his million dollar smile while doing so. Despite how sweet his words were, you were completely unfazed by them.

The small bell over the weathervane entrance rang, causing you to jerk toward it before you could settle in your seat and open your book— not that you were going to do much reading. With his typical beanie and mesmerizing chocolate colored eyes, Ajax entered the room. Another boy with long, unkempt hair was standing by his side. He's unfamiliar to you as well. The two of them seated themselves in the booth in front of yours after placing their orders at the counter.

You could see Ajax's bloodshot eyes from your current position. However, the tall, lanky boy sat in between the two of you, obstructing your vision. They were talking about a girl named Enid, occasional laughs were heard coming from them. You concluded that they were both equally as high. Of course, you justified your nosiness by blaming their roaring voices that rang throughout the shop. Ajax would periodically look up and return your glances while taking small bites of his pastry to hide the fact that he was admiring.

The two boys picked up their belongings and began leaving after a few more minutes of chatting about the Enid girl. The long-haired boy was followed by Ajax, who moved somewhat slowly. You argued for a few seconds with your mind, telling yourself repeatedly not to glance up as if the more you thought about it, the less you'd want to admire him one final time. Your head gently lifted up and to your surprise, you were met with a smirk as he passed your booth. As you met his stare, your cheeks grew a shade of cherry red- surely emitting heat. You thoughtlessly smiled back at him as he was about to exit the weathervane, letting him know you noticed him as well.

Ajax.

Later that evening, you fell asleep to the thought of the fleeting second the two of you shared. That brief encounter has been replaying in your mind since you made it home. It brought you back to grade school, with small butterflies fluttering around in your belly — perhaps other places as well. You couldn't wait to see him the next day, the thrill of exchanging shy smiles and sneaking glances across the room, having a crush was fun even at your big age.

And so you returned to your neighborhood coffee shop, ordered the same coffee, and sat at the same booth the following day. But he never showed up this time. You almost plunged out of your seat at each sound of the door opening and closing. With each face that wasn't his, disappointment set in.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Tyler's familiar voice was heard approaching you, finger pointed toward the entrance and a rag on his opposite hand.

“Nope, why do you ask?”

He took a seat in the empty space in front of you, "well, I lost count after twelve times you eyed who was coming in, so I had to assume you were either waiting for someone or you’re insanely paranoid.” were you being that obvious?

“Oh— no, I guess the coffee has me wired and on edge,” you chuckled as you washed down yet another lie with a mouthful of coffee. Tyler appeared to believe you after a long pause in which he examined your expression.

“Right. . well the Weathervanes hosting an open mic night tomorrow. I know you'll be here anyway, but I thought you could invite some of your friends. Ya know- so you don’t look like a total loner." you mocked, putting your hand over your heart as if his words had any affect on you.

"I'll have you know, galpin, I have tons of friends."

“Books don't count sweetheart, I'll see you tomorrow," his laughter filling the now empty coffee shop.

The real reason you were the last one there crept in as he walked away. Tyler was now cleaning up and preparing to close for the night, and you couldn't help but wonder what if you never saw the beanie wearing boy again? What if you missed the chance to get to know him because you were too afraid to make a move?

All you were left with was an invitation to an open mic night and the name of the guy resonating in your thoughts.

Ajax.

Ajax.

The weathervane was completely packed. This is the most full you've ever seen it actually. Laughing, chatting, and coffee-drinking people could be seen at every corner. The fact that open mic night was a success is something you couldn't help but smile about.

Tyler emerged from the crowd, "Surprised to see you here." You sensed the sarcasm in his voice, which to which you laughed.

“Great turn out!”

“Yeah, half the towns in here," Tyler was clearly proud, the two of you now focusing on the next act that was making their way to the stage. You thought it was unusual, but the boy's beekeeper suit drew your interest.

“Oh I almost forgot, I saved you your booth,” Tyler directed you around the crowd and arrived in front of your usual booth. In the center of the table was a small card that read ‘reserved’.

You chuckled, drawing a grin from the barista boy, "Wow, didn't know I was basically a weathervane celebrity.”

“What can I say, after a few months I think you’ve earned your spot here.”

After taking a seat, you turned your attention to the young boy on stage who was talking about the value of bees and the need to protect them. It was adorable to say the least, so you were invested in his informational speech. You hadn’t even noticed Tyler had left to attend the counter.

“Mind if I join you?” You were startled out of your trance by a voice. His question caused his voice to break, which led you to internally giggle. Awaiting your reaction, the boy with the beanie stood in front of you. A trick of the mind, perhaps? Has he been on your mind so much lately that you’ve begun envisioning him?

His eyebrows sprang up, his eyes shifted, and lips pursed as you struggled to form any words. It brought you back to your senses.

Ajax.

You mentally cursed yourself for exclaiming "Of course" with a bit too much enthusiasm. Ajax silently thanked you and took his seat on the bench in front of you. You seized this opportunity to closely examine his appearance. He surely was handsome. Chiseled features, chin stubble, fingers adorned with rings. Up close, his eyes were even more captivating; they resembled the coffee you adored so much. His fragrance was an intriguing blend of cologne and weed that enticed you.

“Didn't realize you were famous around here,” he said as he pointed at the reserved sign and peered at you with a hint of confusion on his face. “What do I need to do to get special treatment like that?”

You couldn't help but giggle at his remark while tucking a flyaway hair behind your ear. “Spending all of your free time in here is a good way to start..”

“I'm sure being extremely charming to the waiter helps." As he analyzed your expression further, your ears were filled with his endearing laughter. Attempting to hide the flush that was appearing now on your face, you turned toward the up-and-coming act who was carrying a guitar as she approached the stage. The weathervane's crowd erupted in cheers and applause as they receive the young girl.

“Are you planning on taking the mic tonight?” He said, desperately hoping to strike up a conversation with the stunning girl who had been occupying his mind ever since he first spotted her in the exact same booth they were currently in just a few days prior.

“Me? I wouldn't go up there even if you paid me."

“What, no special talent you'd like to share with the people of Jericho?” He questioned.

“What else would I impress people with if I shared all my talents at once? I think I'll keep those tucked under my sleeve."

"So far, you've managed to impress me." He was being honest. He's been drawn to you ever since he saw you staring at him across the coffee shop with a book in hand. Even though Xavier thinks normies are condescending scumbags, Ajax hauled him to Jericho the following day in an effort to show him the girl who had piqued his interest.

“How about you? Any noteworthy abilities you'd like to share with me?” Ajax was taken aback by your question. It was at this moment that he realized you were unaware that he was a student at Nevermore. You were unaware of his true identity. You didn’t know what hid under his beanie. Before he even had the chance to get to know you, he heard a voice in his head telling him he had no chance.

He gazed intently into your eyes, wondering what you would say if he revealed his ancestry to you.

“Uhm. . .”

ok.. a big thank you and an even bigger kiss to those who helped me when I was stuck on certain parts of this. Ilyilyily!

also a big shoutout to @firefly-graphics for these really cute dividers!

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